Your Legal Representative

It may be the worst sleep of your life. Cuffed tightly and chained to the cold, metal floor with distant screams and moans constantly wake you up, sleep is fleeting when it comes. The lights never turn off. Guards are constantly depositing prisoners in cells or, more ominously, moving them somewhere else. It seems this place never sleeps, and offers no accommodations to assist you with your nighttime recovery. Nevertheless, exhaustion does permit you some facsimile of sleep.

But probably the worst bit about your sleep is the wake up call. You don’t hear the guard come in, but you do feel it when she grabs you by the mouth. Cool air floods your maw as the gag shifts, only to be quickly replaced by the rubbery phallus and lukewarm goo.

“Mmmpghk-Gachck!” Once again you cough and sputter before realizing you need to swallow, and once again you are shocked. The guard is just as bored as before and moves on as quickly as possible. The cell seals shut behind her as she leaves, leaving you humiliated and just as uncomfortable as before. At least your erection is gone.

Or is it? As you watch the sissy eat, you once again imagine those lips around your own cock. She has such nice curves. And the way she bobs her head up and down the feeding tube, while the guard looks on with a half smile…

Shit! What are you doing! Looking down confirms what you suspected. Your cock is at half mast and growing quickly. A whimper escapes your lips. It’s still sore from being hard for so long from yesterday with no release, and now it seems that the endurance trial will continue. Grunting angrily you curl up on your side and try to think about blastbal.

It doesn’t work, but it does pass the time until your next visit from a guard. Much to your dismay, it’s Black. “Get up prisoner.” The tether detaches from the floor automatically as she pulls it, and you, out of the cell. Sensing it’s time to move, there is a small whir as the metal chord linking your ankle cuffs loosens. Barely. Six precious inches is the total slack you’re permitted, making it a slow walk indeed, for which Black liberally punishes you with her shock baton.

Your extended tour of the prison reveals large blocks of cells laid out in a grid. Simple, utilitarian, effective. Some prisoners offer a sympathetic stare. Most ignore you. Some moan and plead as Black walks past, almost as if they’re trying to get her attention. Black takes you on a winding pattern often turning back on herself to take you the way you came. “Enjoy your exercise, prisoner. It may be the last you get before the trial.” She says with a cruel smile.

All you can do is whimper at the prospect as she herds you past rows and rows of bound prisoners. It is not lost on you how anyone who has a cage free cock (not terribly common) is also rock hard as you pass them. How many of them were like you? Unjustly imprisoned and ashamed of their erection. How many of them wanted to give into it?

Finally she takes you to an elevator. A short ride later you’re marched down a plain metal corridor with harsh lights and numbered doors. V-1, V-2, V-3: Black stops there as a scanner mounted above the door shines a light up and down her body. With a warm chime, the door opens and you are pushed inside. The room is as plain as your cell although at least the walls aren’t see through, instead a dirty grey. The only remarkable feature is the pillar in the center of the room and two doors, one you came through, and another opposite it. Pushing you up against it, she takes a firm hold of your arms. “Release.” The cuffs obey instantly, the magnetic clamps detaching. Without missing a beat, Black pulls them behind the pillar and commands, “Lock.” The whole thing takes less than 10 seconds. That’s all the freedom you’re permitted.

After taking a minute to inspect your cuffs and ensure they’re secure, she slaps your cock. “You have a visitor. You wanted to talk to a lawyer. This is your chance.” She turns her head to the other door. “Prisoner is secure. Enter.” With a woosh the door opens. First to enter is Red, followed very closely by a familiar face.

“Ahhexsha!” You wail into your gag. Black makes a move to remove it, but Alexa holds up her hand.

“That won’t be necessary. What I have to say doesn’t require a response.” She wears a pinstrip business skirt that hugs her curves under a grey jacket. Her hip is cocked to one side and her arms are crossed. A mischievous smile is on her face.

Black shrugs and pulls back her hand as you wail a protest into your gag. “It’s your client. You have fifteen minutes. The room is being monitored. You are not allowed to touch the prisoner.” With that Red and black leave you alone with your coworker.

Alexa watches them leave, following them with her eyes. It’s not until the door is shut that she turns to address you. “Wow, they are like, super strict here. Honestly, it’s a little much for me, but you seem to be liking it.” She points at your manhood, throbbing in the cool air.

“MMMMMM!” You scream, blood rushing to your cheeks in shame. As you try to pull away, your collar automatically shocks you.

“Who knew you were such a masochist,” Alexa continues. “Shame you never managed to make it past customs. The nightlife on Helcion IV is to die for, especially for a pervert like you. Not that I’ve been able to experience much of it, thanks to your fuck up.” Slowly she circles you, heels clacking as she goes. “Really, Celune Dream? That’s a big nono here. The locals are in an undeclared war with the local Zeta Sector Cartels over the stuff. You would have known that if you spent your time doing your homework on the flight over here instead of spending all your time at the ships Fuck-All-Like.”

She stops in front of you, turning on those heels to face you. “I’ve been doing damage control with our clients for the past 24 hours. They’re outraged that you pulled that shit.” Pausing she bends at the waist, leaning forward to whisper into your ear. It gives you a wonderful view of her cleavage. “But you know who’s even angrier than them?” There is a pause, and you already know the answer. Terror building in your heart as you wait for her to confirm your fears. “Smithers.”

“NNNNNNNNNNNNNNHHHH!!!” You scream into your gag. “Ahlesha! Oo hah oo ell ehm ahm ehnnoshent! Pweash!” You babble into the gag, screaming, but the automated restraints of Helcion IV don’t want to hear it. Sensing an unacceptable amount of screaming, the collar auto contracts, cutting off your air supply. “Guck-urrghhhk hahhhhh~~” Your protests die, and the collar gives you some slack. Not entirely though. Your breathing is still restricted, forcing you to take deep breaths through your nose.

“God, is that what it takes to shut you up?” Alexa had wisely taken a step back as you had your fit and now rests her chin on her knuckles. “You are so annoying you know? I’m glad Smithers took this opportunity to fire you.”

“FAHR-Acckkk…..” The collar once again cuts you off.

“Right, sorry, you interrupted me and I got ahead of myself. Like I was saying. Smithers. Fucking livid when he heard the news. This was his pet project. He wanted to get this done, collect a huge bonus, and retire. End his career on a high note. Really commendable actually. First thing he’s done that I respect. Guess what the second thing was.” Ruby lips curl up into a smile. “Terminate your ass. You, the one who blew the boss’s pet project just to get high.”

The whole time you’re shaking your head, terrified of the collar around your neck, but **** to tell your side of the story. You whimper softly into the gag, trying to explain. You succeed in not triggering any punishment features, but your protest is completely unintelligible. Alexa doesn’t seem to care though.

“Fortunately, I’m here to save the day. I spent all day and all night calling in every favor I had. Kissing the clients ass. For a hot minute, I thought they were going to literally make me kiss it after forcing me into a fuck booth. I’m sure you’ve figured this out by now, but they are super big into punishment here. But, I was able to smooth things over. I don’t think we’re going to get the deal Smithers was hoping for, but we’re going to get a deal. Smithers will still get that bonus, and when he retires, he’s going to be so fucking grateful that he did, that he’s going to name me as the new company head. The girl who saved the day.” She gives a shudder of delight at her own triumph.

By now you’re sobbing, begging into your gag. “Nhhh~ nhh~ pweash~”

“Oh shut you’re fucking hole!” she screams, her bubbly confident demeanor breaking, replaced with a fury you’ve never seen from her. “Do you know how fucking annoying you are to work with? All you fucking do is talk, take credit for other’s work, down play their accomplishments and blame others when things go wrong. You’re numbers are fucking terrible and you get away with it because you just talk, talk, talk, it away. Fuck you!” She’s screaming in your face now, middle finger waving freely about. “The only thing that pisses me off about this whole situation is that this is what it took to get you fired.” Calming herself she steps back. Quickly she straightens her suits line and adjusts her hair.

“Anyway, I still have a lot of work to do. The company looks like a collection of idiots putting my negotiating position firmly behind the eight ball. Naturally, the company has opted to revoke its sponsorship of your visa. My understanding of the Helicon legal system is that you don’t have a legal status anymore, meaning you don’t have the right to counsel. Good luck in court.” With that evil smile, she raises her hands and waves her fingers at you, the same one she gave at the space port. Turning away from you, she approaches the door. As it opens, you see Red and Black standing guard.

“Will you be hiring a local lawyer, or will you bring in a lawyer from offworld,” Red asks.

“Be aware, if you bring in an offworld lawyer, he will need to be incarcerated until they can travel here, and your company will be responsible for the costs of his internment.” Black sounds almost hopeful.

“Neither. The company will not represent him. He’s all yours ladies.” Black and red exchange wicked grins and enter the room. The door shuts behind them, locking you in the bleak hopeless room with two thirsty predators.

Like sharks they prowl around you, enjoying the way you quiver. Goosebumps that have nothing to do with cold air cover your trembling flesh. Slowly they stalk up to you, flanking you from both sides. Black reaches up and grabs you by the hair, jerking your head at an uncomfortable angle, while Red runs her hands up your body.

“No lawyer huh? That’s too bad. If you had a valid visa, or were a citizen, you’d be able to hire your own,” Black hisses in your ear. “Or at least speak up in your own defense.”

“But you don’t. And you can’t.” Red’s hands slide down to your groin, past a flat tummy to a still rigid cock. “So here’s what’s going to happen.” A hand conditioned by combat training and manhandling prisoners rips your shaft, squeezing tightly before slowly pumping. “The evidence will be presented. The judge will make her ruling.”

“That’s it.” Black says, pinching your nipple with her free hand, her grip in your hair jerking cruely. “No appeal. No muss. No fuss.”

“And in the meantime…” Red says, her other hand sliding down your back to push a finger inside your ass.

“We get a plaything.” Black laughs and pushes your head away. “Come on. Interrogation room 7 is open. Let’s get this bitch strapped down and we can really work on him.”