Message-ID: <51736asstr$1124536203@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <cmalenkov@yahoo.com> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com From: Carlos Malenkov <cmalenkov@yahoo.com> X-X-Sender: thegrendel@localhost.localdomain X-Original-Message-ID: <Pine.LNX.4.50.0508192219250.3551-100000@localhost.localdomain> MIME-Version: 1.0 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Fri, 19 Aug 2005 22:22:42 -0700 (MST) Subject: {ASSM} Backdoor Justice (MF Fdom anal toys nc rape) Lines: 272 Date: Sat, 20 Aug 2005 07:10:03 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2005/51736> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, dennyw BACKDOOR JUSTICE by Carlos Malenkov Copyright (c) 2005 by Carlos Malenkov Posting and archiving rights granted to ASSM. All other rights reserved. You can talk about the courtroom dramas on TV all you want. They're crap, I tell you, utter _crap_. Listen. I know a story that tops it all. New York has this peculiar institution known as the Sanitation Court. That's where you report if you get a summons for littering or maybe if you're a contractor who's tried to sneak a couple of bags of renovation debris into the regular municipal trash pickup. And it's where young judges start their career, and where old judges end up when they're thrown on the trash heap. A sad place, and one best avoided, no doubt. Well, one day it was my turn to find out what goes on behind the scenes of this odd corner of the judicial edifice. _What's this? A ticket for putting improper items out to be collected? Oh, I get it, this is about those bags of wood scraps and plaster from renovating my apartment. Wait a minute! I had called Bulk Pickup to take care of that. Twice, damn it. Once to set up a special pickup and once more to confirm the appointment. It looks like the pickup wasn't made, in spite of all that. And now the friggin' sanitation cops are blaming me. Me!_ ------------------------------------------------------------------ "Your Honor, how can you just order me to pay the fine? The facts clearly demonstrate that I'm totally innocent of violating any municipal ordinance." "Allow me to explain how the system works, citizen. The Sanitation Court isn't about justice, either in the abstract sense or the particular. It's about collecting fines. It's about helping you do your part toward meeting the city's budget deficit. That's all. So, why don't you just be a good boy and trot out that door behind you and pay what you owe at the clerk's window downstairs. Or, if you prefer, you can mail in a check." _What an asshole the judge was._ She was tall and blonde. Her apparent age was in the early thirties. There was a hint of a shapely figure beneath her judicial robe. Under different circumstances this might have been a woman I'd have liked to get to know better. _Much_ better. Yet, here she was, giving lectures and handing out fines for petty bullshit and, in general, making like a hardass. What a fucking waste. "_Just one moment there, mister._" I had gotten up to leave, but her words halted me dead in my tracks. "I'll see you in chambers in half an hour. There are aspects of your particular case that require further elaboration." Great! What in the hell did this judge want with me now? To slap me with yet another fine? To give me a speech about law and order and littering? To throw me in the slammer maybe? ------------------------------------------------------------------ I knocked on the ornate wooden door. No answer. Was I supposed to just walk in? Dead silence. No one in sight. Wait. _There!_ Behind the desk. On the floor. A black-robed figure on the carpet, and . . . _naked flesh_. The judge was lying there facedown, her arms stretched out in front of her. She had one leg in the air, languidly bent backward at the knee, and . . . and her judicial robes hiked up way above her waist. _Her gleaming bare ass stared me in the face._ "Well, what are you waiting for? A judicial order?" Her voice startled me out of the trance. "Why do you think I summoned you here? To slap you with another fine? To give you a speech about law and order? To jail you, perhaps?" _She must have read my mind._ "No, citizen. You are in my judicial chambers for one particular purpose -- to enter into my intimate chambers. I want you. I want you to . . . make love to me in a very special way. I want you to . . . _stick it up my ass_." Whoa! This wasn't exactly something I needed to get involved in. Fucking a judge in chambers. _Sodomizing_ her. Hey, a person could get in deep shit for that. Very deep shit. "What? Do I detect a certain reluctance? Does the defendant fear the consequences of enacting an ancient ritual with a justice of the Sanitation Court? Courage, my good man, courage. You might never have this opportunity again. Think of the memories. Of the tales you could tell your grandchildren. Not to mention the exotic sensual pleasures that await you in the here and now." She wiggled her ass as she said that last. It was a trifle plump, that ass, but very nicely rounded. Curvy and enticing and available for the taking, and . . . I was stepping out of my pants before I realized I had made up my mind. I slid right into her. Bareback -- no protection (this was before the AIDS era) -- neither of us wanted anything to get in the way of flesh-to-flesh contact. She was slippery-smooth inside, as if she had lubed herself up in preparation for this encounter. But the fit in the anal passage wasn't quite as snug as I was expecting. Could it be that the good judge had been stretched inside by doing this sort of thing before? My first strokes were slow and tentative, but she moaned and rolled her ass backwards toward me, pushing me farther up into her. _The heat._ She was hot inside. Glowing hot. Almost too hot to bear. The judge was burning inside -- her rectum was the lava tube of a volcano. Deeper! I had to get deeper into her! I held on to her hips and pressed all the way into her, as I lay suspended full length on her back. My groin ground into the crack between her buttocks and I felt those cushiony ass cheeks squash against my hipbones. At full depth I held her tight and sank my teeth into her earlobe. Her legs began flailing and I felt compression waves begin inside her as her anal sphincter spasmed against my shaft. Her entire body went rigid, then she gasped and sagged into total relaxation. The soft summer breeze blowing through the windows dispersed pungent odors of sweat and male and female excitement. There was the faint undertone of sperm-and-shit, the signature fragrance of anal sex. "Wait. Don't you _dare_ pull out yet," she said. "Reach for that damp washcloth over there and wipe yourself off when you withdraw. If you dribble any body fluids on the carpet, I'll damn well have you arrested for disorderly conduct." -------------------------------------------------------------------------- "No, I can't just overturn the verdict. Justice is justice, after all. And, you have been found guilty of violating a municipal ordinance. But, tell you what. For services rendered, I'll refund the full amount of the fine." She pulled a twenty and a five out of her purse and nonchalantly handed them to me. We were walking down the marble steps of the courthouse toward street level. I reached out to toward her, but she drew back. There wasn't a trace of emotion on her face. We might well have been strangers. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Several weeks later there was a message on my machine. It was the judge. She needed to see me in chambers about certain matters relating to my case. There she was, sitting in majestic splendor in her high-backed black leather chair behind that massive hardwood desk. She smiled down at me. She was stark naked. For as long as I can remember I've wanted a career in law. Power has always fascinated me, and the courtroom is where you encounter it in its nakedest form. And, now that I'm on my chosen path, as a judge in this bullshit Sanitation Court (with _much_ greater things to follow), I've found it strangely dissatisfying. Certainly, I can dispense a reasonable facsimile of justice, in between bouts of cynicism, but there's something missing here. It's all so hideously abstract -- just a dry, intellectual exercise. I just can't _connect_ to the people I'm allegedly judging. The only way I can cope with such feelings is to humble myself, to strip myself of all illusions and delusions, to _abase_ myself in the sexual act. And, the most profoundly humbling, self-abasing act of them all is opening up my ass -- letting myself be sodomized. It grounds me, puts me in touch with my innermost essence, and, quite fortuitously, gives me exquisite sensual satisfaction. It brings me to orgasm, sometimes violently. It leaves me utterly drained, floating on air, and feeling as if I'm a conduit of power. But the effect fades after a few days, and then I need more. _More._ I fear I've become addicted to this magnificently loathsome _perversion_. I'm afraid. The judge got down on hands and knees and presented her ass to me. "No, not that way," I said. "I have something a bit different in mind." I positioned her on her left side. "Bend that upper leg up toward your chest, Your Honor." I straddled her extended bottom leg and droplets of lube seeped out of her as I inserted myself into her chamber. The modified side-by-side "spooning" position is recommended for taking enemas and notorious among anal sex afficionados for enabling deep penetration and for flexing the rectum of the receiver at just the right angle to allow the penetrating penis to push past the valve at the far end of the rectum and up into the lower intestine. This time I'd give the good judge something to remember me by. I'd set a judicial precedent, so to speak. She screamed as she came, and we lay there afterwards for a time cuddling. I kissed her behind the ear and whispered, "Is this what love is -- " She abruptly stiffened. "Time to go," she said. "Get dressed and get your skinny ass _out of here_!" "But, wait . . . " "Look, chump, do you want me to ring for the bailiff? You can walk out under your own power or be hustled out. Your choice." I hurriedly pulled on my pants and shirt and left. The one thing I truly fear is being vulnerable. Opening myself up physically to strangers requires me to wear a heavy layer of emotional armor. Letting a stranger fuck my ass, yet keeping him from sinking his hooks into me is an interesting tactical problem. Therefore, no commitments or ties. It's in-and-out, and then scram. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- No more, I swore. I'm having nothing more to do with that wacky judge. But, damn it, just thinking about it got me horny. It's not like I'm starved for sex, even anal sex. I've never lacked for girlfriends and mostly they're more than happy to give me what I want -- pussy, ass, whatever. But this damn judge has _something_, I don't know what, but it's adds up to the hottest, most explosive scene I've ever been part of. I'm losing interest in other women. Then I got another call from her. An invitation to visit her chambers. Those fucking chambers. Of course, I couldn't stay away. I didn't knock this time. Why bother? She was expecting me. I saw the flash of light before I felt the pain. There was an odor of burning flesh. Then my knees gave way. Why was she strapping me over the desk? Facedown. With my pants pulled down. _Uh-oh._ She had something in mind for me. Something special. Power. That's the crux of the matter. Power and domination. I _wield_ power as a judge. I _yield_ power when I let a man into my body. How then, do I reassert myself, claw back from a man the power he has taken it from me? *By doing to him what he has done to me . . . * _What was she doing to me?_ Shit! She was trying to shove something inside me! It hurt! Another flash . . . and it burned! I was fading, fading out. Before everything went blank the thought popped into my head that she was _raping_ me with a gigantic dildo. She was _fucking_ me! The big, burly bailiff let me lean on him as he walked me down the courthouse stairs. "The judge lady is really something," he chuckled. Then he slapped me on the butt and said, "I wouldn't mind getting a piece of that, myself. If you're ever in the mood . . . " "If I ever am, I'll let you know," I said. I lay in bed shivering, trying to make some kind of sense of what had happened. That fucking judge had knocked me out with some kind of electric cattle prod (in retrospect, it might have been an early prototype of a Taser), and then she fucking _raped_ me. Me, Mr. Superstud. And, there wasn't a hell of a lot I could do about it. Who would believe me? Well, damn it, maybe I should just sneak back into the judge's chambers and get some evidence . . . maybe a diary or a journal or something . . . -------------------------------------------------------------------------- It's 20 years later, and I'm in a different state, both geographically and spiritually. My girlfriend and I have an okay time in bed, and she even lets me do her in the ass on those all-too-rare occasions when she gets in the right mood. She doesn't even want to hear about strapping on a dildo and doing me, though. More's the pity. As for the good judge, well, she's been in the news lately. They've selected her as a candidate for the Supreme Court. Yep, the _U.S. Supreme Court_. She just happens to be the sort of far right-wing wacko so beloved by the current administration. And now she'll be in a position to fuck the whole country in the ass. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com>| | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+