The Unjustly Punished Lady Lawyer - Sex Stories

The Unjustly Punished Lady Lawyer

... the authorities don't like it. You are being watched, I'm sure, and I don't know why. Please, take a holiday as soon as possible and leave for a couple of weeks. When you come back, you can see if things have gone back to normal. I have to go now."

He left without another word. I sat there and burst into tears. What on earth was going on? It sounded much worse than simply a case of an angry wife. I resolved to pull myself together and get the security lock changed the next day.

I was so worried that I checked if I could spend a couple of nights at my girlfriend's place whilst I got the lock changed and thought things over a little more. My friend sounded delighted to talk to me and when I explained (part of) the situation; she invited me over straight away.

I flung some things into a bag and went to the car, started up, and drove out towards her place. The low fuel warning light came on and it was not good to break down without fuel. I pulled into the next garage. Fortunately, it was just down the dual carriageway, and I filled up.

Just after I pulled out of the garage back onto the carriageway, a police Mercedes hurtled up from behind, pulled in front of me, and put the STOP sign on. I pulled up immediately, with my heart going into triple time. A man and two policewomen got out of the car and gestured at me to get out. I did so with my engine still running.

The police officer and a policewoman grabbed me and handcuffed me, getting me off-balance and dragging ...

... me into the back of the police car. They held me down in the back seat and the driver sped off into the darkness. I was crying and struggling, to no avail.

Eventually, I sensed bright lights around us. The car stopped, the doors opened, and they dragged me out without a word. I looked around and saw that we were in a high-walled compound with armed guards, security posts, barbed wire, and floodlights.

They hustled me into an unmarked building. There were no markings or signs apart from numbers on doors and it was very frightening. They frog-marched me into an office, handcuffed me to a chair that was bolted to the floor, and left me sobbing for a while, having removed my wristwatch. There were no windows, and I didn't know where I was.

It couldn't be far from the town because I had been in the Mercedes for less than 15 minutes, I thought. Eventually, a man in a sort of uniform, but with no badges or rank markings, came in and sat down behind a desk.

They turned a bright light on and shone it straight into my face. "We know you are an Israeli spy. Tell us what you are doing here." "I'm not a spy," I replied between sobs. "I'm a lawyer." He laughed, came round, and slapped my face hard. "You are lying. We know you are a spy."

He kept me sitting there for maybe an hour, just going on like that; it was exhausting, and I was bursting for a pee. During this time, they slapped me a little more and my hair pulled. My initial fear turned to anger. Who did these people ...