Judge Mental: Week Three
By ZTV25 ztvfemdomtales@gmail.com
Brett's fall from law clerk to sex slave comes to an end.

I am in hell. Brett Amos thought for the umpteenth time since taking the job
of Judge Maria Guerra's judicial clerk. Though since he currently sat naked in
a New Year's Ball shaped cage being spun on its ceiling mounted chain by a
naked and cackling Judge Guerra he might have been closer to the truth this
time around. This latest phase of his ordeal had begun almost a week earlier.

He had shot down her sexual advances to salvage his ego and preserve his
reputation. She threw him on the floor then proceeded to body slam him. Her
large muscular body forced all the air out of his little body. As he lay there
stunned she sauntered over to her office door and locked it. Before Brett
could even gather the strength to even think about she marched back over and
grabbed him by the shirt lifting him one handed into the air.

She then spun in a circle like she was winding up a discus. The blood rushing
to his head added to the pain her earlier assault had caused. Suddenly she
stopped and dropped him onto the floor. Legs wobbling, he tried to stand up.
She was ready for this. She swept his legs causing him to fall backwards into
hers. They wrapped around his little body pressing against his check and neck.
Then she began to squeeze.

"Stop!" he somehow managed to yell out as he felt the air being forced from
his body.

"When I get what I want!" she shouted back, seemingly on the verge of orgasm.

He beat on her legs and kicked but it did no good. Spots began to flash before
his eyes. His last thought before he passed out was a strange sense of pride
she wanted him so much.

Brett was aware of several things when he awoke. The first was that his body
was incredible pain. The second was that he was naked. The third was that he
was in a strange bedroom. Finally, he became aware that whatever he was laying
on was moving up and down as if it were breathing. Painfully he lifted his
head and looked around. He let out a fearful gasp. He was laying on Judge
Guerra's naked body!

"Hey baby, sleep well?" she asked.

He tried to jump to his feet but he was too sore to get very far and just
collapsed back onto her.

"Was I too rough? Don't worry lover, I'll make it all better."

"Where am I?" he asked, fearing the answer.

"Why you're home of course."

"This isn't my home."

"It is now. It's time for you and I to take out relationship to the next
level. We're going to live together."

"We're not in a relationship."

"Baby that's not for you to say. I say were together and that's all that
matters. You've already seen fighting me on this won't go well for you."

"A judge can't date her clerk, people will talk."

"That would be a problem if you hadn't just quit to take a sabbatical
backpacking across Asia."

"But I didn't ... "

"That's what everyone out there thinks. They'll be so heartbroken when you go
missing over there but it's for the best. Besides I have intention of dating
you."

"You don't?"

"No, I'm just going to keep you as the hot little sex toy you were born to
be."

"Please, this isn't right."

"That's where you're mistaken. Everyone should always indulge their passions.
If your passionate about something you must do it no matter what. Owning you
is my passion. There is nothing more right in the world."

"I can't ... "

"You know what? I'm done with all this talking."

She pulled him further up her body until he was face to nipple with her giant
breasts. She pushed his head down until the nipple was fully in his mouth. She
continued to press down painfully.

"Suck it."

Wanting the pain to stop he did. He began nursing at her tit like a piglet.

"Take your mouth off that tit till I say otherwise and I'll be more than glad
to go for a couple more rounds on the old wrestling mat."

Fearful of the aches and pains she had already caused he decided his best
option was to comply.

It was unclear how long Brett lay there. When she finally moved it startled
him. He must have started dosing off. That worried him.

"Ooh that was making me sleepy," she said, "good thing I know just how to get
us woke up."

He did not like the sound of that. She stood up, cradling him in her arms as
she did so. She walked with him down the hall to what appeared to be a home
gym. There was every form of exercise equipment imaginable. He had the
distinct feeling the massive heavy weights were the kind used by Olympic
athletes. Suddenly he was dropped onto a wrestling mat in the corner.

"Better put a good fight."

Her words chilled his blood. He was barely on his feet when she attacked. She
tackled him sending him flying into the padded wall. As he slid to the floor
she grabbed his feet and drug him to her. She wrapped her legs around him with
his head scissored between her powerful thighs and began to squeeze.

Brett cried out in pain as she continued to squeeze. Just when he thought he
was going to experience the sweet release of oblivion she climbed off him. His
relief didn't last long. She leapt onto him forcing the air from his lungs
before grabbing his legs and spinning him around in the air at high speeds.
She slowly came to a stop with a now limp Brett dangling in her hands.

"I'm hungry," she said absent mindedly.

She pulled him up and draped his little body over her breasts as she made her
way into the kitchen. He just lay there beaten and exhausted unable and
unwilling to fight her. She fixed herself a sandwich and a bowl of soup and
sat at the table and began to eat. It was a strange thing to lay on a woman's
breast as she ate a sandwich like you weren't even there he mused. When she
was done she picked him up and cradled him in her arms again.

"Eat up."

She began to ladle soup into his mouth. This was embarrassing on its own but
the fact he was turned on this made it even worse. When he was done she
carried him back to her room and laid back on the bed with him for a few hours
till his sore body recovered.

Once again however this was short lived. As soon as he was feeling better she
flipped over pinning him under her massive muscular body.

"I've been waiting for this."

There was nothing about this that could be considered 'gentle'. Her dripping
pussy consumed him like a starving man finally finding food. She then began to
ride him with and speed and vigor he could not hope to match. Her powerful
body slammed into him again and again mingling pleasure and pain into a
sensation Brett could never even begin to describe. She began to scream in
pleasure as she rode faster and faster. He came suddenly and lay exhausted
under her.

"My turn," she growled.

Incredibly her movements sped up! Her breasts smashed into his face, her hips
smacked into his legs until he was sure he wasn't walking for a few hours. She
came suddenly and violently pulling him into her with her legs tucked under
him holding him close as she climaxed again and again. With a great thud she
fell onto him and into a blissful sleep. His came much later and was far less
blissful.

The next morning, he awoke to her dressing.

"Time for work," she told him, "I'll come check on you at lunch time."

"You're just gonna leave me here?" he asked, a glimmer of hope appearing
before his eyes.

"Of course not, I'm going to leave you in the gym."

Before he could resist she grabbed him and carried him back to the gym where a
ball cage now hung from the ceiling. This was him home when she went to work.
When she got back he was hers and hers alone. This was the way his life would
be forever more. The fact that he had come to love it was an irony he would
never forget.