Between Two Worlds

***CONTENT WARNING***

This is an explicit erotic story exploring power dynamics, class divide, and non-consent/consent themes. It contains graphic sexual content, coercion, and language that some readers may find offensive or disturbing. All characters are fictional adults over 18. This story is intended for mature audiences only.

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Sophie looked up when the door clicked. The pen stopped. Ink bled into her papers. Her jaw went tight.

'Can I help you?' Her voice caught.

Jack leaned against the doorframe. 'Fuckin' hell, still at it? Don't you posh types ever go home?'

'I'm working on...' She stopped. 'How did you get in here?'

'That security wanker downstairs?' Cal snorted. 'Too busy tryna get in the Polish cleaner's knickers. Didn't even clock us comin' up. Fuckin' useless.'

She set the pen down. Her eyes darted between them.

'What are you doing here? This is my chambers. You've no right...'

'No fuckin' right?' I stepped closer, getting right in her face. Jack and Cal flanked me, my phone already recording her. 'Like you had any fuckin' right pokin' into our lives?' I jabbed a finger at her throat. 'Them bruises gone under your fancy pearls yet?'

Her hand shot to her throat, fingers brushing the necklace. Fifteenth anniversary gift. The same pearls she'd been wearing that day by the football pitch shed.

'This is completely different. People work here...'

'How's little Thomas at that fancy boardin' school?' Cal cut in. 'Must be quiet in your big house. Kid away. Husband in Singapore.'

Sophie froze.

I stepped forward. 'We've been watchin' you for weeks.'

'We know all your little habits,' I sneered, countin' them off on my fingers. 'That posh cafe every Tuesday morning. Your flat white. Bit of posh toast. And when court's been shit, you get that fancy chocolate pastry thing, don't ya?'

Cal blew vape smoke. 'No one's here. Your clerk fucked off an hour ago.' The door locked with a soft click. Sophie flinched.

Couldn't hear nothin' in them chambers. Thick walls. Posh wood panels. Her fancy diffuser thing couldn't hide the fear on her.

Jack ran his finger over a framed photo before flippin' it face down. 'What's all this happy family crap for?'

'Don't you dare touch that.' Sophie's voice sharpened. She backed away when Jack's eyes hardened.

Her eyes flicked to her mobile.

'I wouldn't,' Cal warned. 'Remember that little film from your dining room? Reckon the Bar Council might wanna see that.'

'What happened to the footage you already had?' Sophie's voice dropped. 'Wasn't that enough?'

'Got greedy,' Jack grinned. 'Besides, this is more... personal. You. Here. In your precious chambers where you lord it over people like us.'

'What do you want?'

'The trial next month,' I said. 'Jack's case.'

'I'm already defending him. I've filed...'

'Yeah, but you're not fuckin' trying,' Jack moved closer, his breath hot on her cheek. 'Chloe's cousin works as a cleaner at the CPS. She heard what they're sayin'. You've barely challenged the evidence.'

Sophie's eyes widened. 'That's privileged information.'

My eyes narrowed. 'Kick off them shoes and get on your knees.'

She glanced at her fancy shoes before kicking them off. Standing in her stockinged feet, bet her feet felt on the cold hardwood beneath them.

'Wait, I can fix the case properly. I'll make sure...'

'Too late for that,' I cut her off. 'Should've thought of it before you tried to tank Jack's defence.'

I pulled a silver chain with a small padlock from my pocket. Sophie stared at it. Her breathing quickened. Her cheeks flushed.

'Brought you somethin',' I said, dangling a leather collar. 'Just for our favourite silk.'

'Is this a joke?' Sophie whispered. The colour spread down her neck.

Jack leaned down to her ear. 'No joke, Soph. You're going to feel what it's like to be truly owned...now get down on your fuckin' knees you posh bitch!'

Sophie sank to her knees. Her skirt pulled tight. Black stocking tops showing.

'That's the way,' Jack murmured, circling her. He crouched beside her, hand on her thigh. She jumped. His fingers dug into the fabric.

'Not bad, for someone your age,' Cal added, eyes roaming.

'Shut up, Cal,' Jack snapped. 'She's fit and you know it.'

'Was just sayin'...'

'Yeah, well don't.'

I moved behind Sophie with the leather collar.

'Lift your hair up.'

Her fingers trembled, fumbling to gather blonde strands off her neck.

'Perfect,' I whispered, fingers trailing down her neck. 'Now everyone knows.'

Sophie stared ahead. Cambridge law. Called to the Bar at twenty-five. And now on her knees and collared in her own chambers.

Cal pulled out a silk tie, stolen from her husband's wardrobe. 'Remember this?' He watched her face.

'Please. Not in my chambers.'

'Why fuckin' not?' I asked, playing with her hair. 'Does it matter where?'

'This is where I work.' Her voice cracked. 'People respect me here.'

'Haha, respect the idea of a slag,' Jack said. 'The fancy barrister with her posh accent and love of young cock. If they knew...'

Cal slid the tie through his fingers. Sophie kneeling still as he covered her eyes.

Jack pressed another tie against her lips. 'Open wide now.'

Her lips parted. Silk pushed between them. She made no sound.

'You know what's funny?' Jack said casually. 'Met your husband once. Pompous twat barged passed me at the train station.'

Sophie grunted behind the gag.

'Get her in that fuckin' wanky lookin' chair,' I said, nodding toward her desk.

Jack pulled her up. She stumbled, stockinged feet slipping on the polished wood. He pushed her down, hands tight on her shoulders.

Cal stood by the door. 'I'll keep an eye out for that lazy cunt.'

'Worried about getting caught big man?' I taunted. 'Thought you liked the risk.'

'Not about getting caught duh,' Cal replied. 'About getting interrupted.'

I hiked my denim skirt and peeled off my sheer tights. The nylon made that whispering sound as it slid down my legs. 'Spent thirty quid on these. Got the posh ones specially for tonight.'

'Should've got Primark,' Cal said. 'More fittin'. Cheap tights for a cheap slag.'

'Will you shut it?' Jack snapped. 'Want us to get caught?'

Sophie's eyes followed my tights. That expensive perfume of hers couldn't hide how turned on she was gettin'. I could smell it from here, like a bitch on heat. The boys tied her up in that shed and she fuckin' loved that kinky shit.

'Be a good girl now,' Jack said, reaching for her knickers. 'Lift your arse up.'

Sophie's clenched her thighs together.

Jack's hand cracked against her leg. The skin reddened. 'Said lift your fuckin' arse.'

She raised her hips in the seat. Jack pulled her flimsy knickers down around her ankles.

'Fuckin' hell,' he laughed. 'Soaking wet. All that fancy talk about law and justice.'

He dangled the knickers from one finger. 'Oi, Cal! Look at these posh knickers. Bet she wears these under her robes in court.'

I grabbed them. 'Designer knickers. Posh right down to where nobody's meant to look.' I pocketed them. 'Souvenir, Soph.'

'What is it with you and her?' Cal asked, lookin' at me weird.

I gave him a look that shut him up. 'None of your fuckin' business.'

He didn't stop though. 'She remind you of your mum or somethin'?'

'Shut your fuckin' gob,' I hissed. 'And I mean it!'

Jack traced Sophie's foot through her stocking. She jerked away.

'Ever have anyone do this before?' Jack asked, sucking her toe through nylon. 'Your husband, maybe?'

Sophie shook her head.

'Thought not,' Jack smirked. 'Probably thinks it's beneath him. Or maybe he's just boring.'

'Everyone's got their thing,' Jack shrugged when Cal made a face. 'At least mine's not as weird as yours.'

'What's that supposed to mean?'

'That thing with the...'

'Fucking hell, can we focus?' I cut in. 'We're not here for a chat and foot job.'

I tied her wrists to the chair with my tights. The nylon dug into her skin. She looked after herself, for sure.

'Done this before?' Cal said, watchin' how I tied the knots.

I shrugged, didn't look up. 'Maybe.'

'With that scaffolder you was seeing?'

'Nah, after him. The boxer with all them neck tattoos.'

Jack sprawled across the desk, knocking papers to the floor. 'Make sure the bitch can't move.'

Cal shifted. 'How much longer? Someone might come round.'

'Not much longer,' I said.

I leaned to Sophie's ear. 'Fix Jack's case. Three weeks till the trial.'

She groaned behind the gag.

'Wonder what your posh lawyer mates of yours would think if they saw you now,' I whispered, right in her ear.

I pressed my mouth against the gag. Sophie pulled back but couldn't move.

Sophie twisted against the ties, feet scratchin' at the floor. Skirt up her legs, showing stockinged thighs. Blouse all wet with sweat. This big-time barrister who talked juries into anything couldn't even talk now.

'We got time?' Jack asked, pullin' at his tracksuit.

Cal nodded. 'Make it quick.'

Jack yanked Sophie from the chair and bent her over the desk. Blindfolded, gagged, face pressed against the wood. Her feet slipped about. His hands dug into her waist where her blouse came untucked. She shook under him. Jack grabbed her harder.

'Look at her,' Jack growled, glancing at the large mirror across the room. 'The great Mrs Crawford.' He lifted the blindfold for a sec.

I moved closer, phone recording. 'Show her what that fancy husband can't give her.'

Jack fumbled behind her. He grabbed her hips tight.

'For fuck's sake, stay still,' he hissed.

'Maybe she needs warmin' up,' I suggested. 'Not like them skanks on the estate.'

'Shut up, Chloe,' Jack snapped. 'I know what I'm doin'...I fucked her before.'

He pulled her back hard. Sophie screamed into the gag as he shoved his hard cock in. He was breathing fast. He said somethin' in her ear. She went all trembly. He pulled the blindfold up again. Her eye blinked at the mirror, legs spread, skirt up round her waist, Jack behind her. Then blindfold down again.

Jack fucked her slow, grinnin' at my phone. His rhythm was all over the place. Each thrust rougher than before.

'Not so posh now, are ya?' Jack panted, grabbing her hair. 'Just a fuckin' wet hole for a CHAV. Bet they don't teach this at Cambridge, do they?'

Sophie made this sound... half "no," half somethin' else.

He started goin' faster. Sophie just lay there. The desk made this obscene creaking noise.

Then Jack came with an almighty grunt, fingernails diggin' into her hips. 'Fuck... fuck...' His spunk ran down her legs, making dark wet patches on her stockings.

'Love these posh birds,' he panted, pulling his tracksuit up. 'Always so tight. And fuck look how wet she got.'

'Her husband is too busy shaggin' his chink assistant in Singapore,' I said sharply. 'Men like that don't know how to fuck proper.'

Cal stared at Sophie's legs. 'Them stockings though. She looks fit in them.'

'Told ya,' Jack said, tucking the rest of himself away. 'Quality piece of arse.'

I grabbed Sophie's chin. 'Not bad for a woman your age. All that expensive face cream.' I put my mouth right by her ear. 'See yourself? Wet for it. Spunk drippin' down your legs.' I turned to Cal. 'Your turn!'

Cal grinned, already with a hard-on. He left the door, messin' with his trackies. Jack took his place.

'Thought you was keeping' watch,' I said to Cal.

'No one's coming,' he said, stroking' himself. 'Anyway, reckon I deserve a go. Look at her, fuckin' gagging for it.'

Cal grabbed her hips and yanked her to the edge of the desk. Sophie made this noise when he rammed it in, rougher than Jack had been. All awkward angles and too much force. But he was lookin' at me the whole time.

'Kiss me,' Cal said out of nowhere.

'What?' I blinked. My stomach twisted seeing him balls deep in her. Part of me hated that he seemed to be enjoying it so much.

'You heard me. Want to taste you while I'm inside her. Feel how wet you get watching me fuck this posh bitch.'

I waited a sec, then stuck my tongue down his throat. Teeth banged together. Sophie was trapped between us, Cal just bangin' away at her. I dug my nails into his shoulder. Mine. Even if just for now.

'Harder,' I said, bitin' his lip till I tasted blood. Making sure he felt me more than her. 'Make her feel it for days.'

'Fuck, that's hot,' Cal groaned, goin' at it like a nutter. 'She's squeezin' me. Every time I push in.'

'Keep it down,' Jack hissed from the door. 'Want the whole fuckin' building to hear?'

Could hear breathing, wet sounds, Sophie's little noises behind the gag.

Cal finished and did his trackies up. Sophie just lay there on the desk.

I knelt down by her. I stuck my fingers between her legs, scooping out Cal's cum. No way was she keeping that part of him inside her. I wiped it on her nipples through the silk blouse. Then I twisted one hard through the wet fabric, watching her squirm.

'Posh girls always got sensitive tits,' I laughed when she gasped. 'Bet your lame husband never plays rough enough, does he?'

'Just one more thing,' I said. 'Give me your stocking'. Jack needs it.'

Her hands were shakin' when I untied her wrists. I pulled the stocking down her leg and chucked it to Jack.

'Clean yourself up,' I told him.

Jack wiped his cock with it, keeping his eyes on Sophie's. He balled it up.

'Think I'll bring this to court,' he said, stickin' it in his pocket. 'Keep it with me while you're defending me.'

'Bit grim, mate,' Cal muttered. 'Even for you.'

'Says the bloke who just...'

'That was different,' Cal snapped. 'In the moment, innit.'

I knelt by Sophie again, playin' with her collar, I need you to understand somethin'. This isn't just about Jack's case anymore. You belong to us now.'

I pulled the gag out. 'Say it. Tell me you understand.'

She didn't say nothin' at first. Then: 'I understand.'

'Say "I am yours. I obey."' I pulled her hair.

More silence. Then: 'I am yours. I obey.'

I smiled. 'Good little slut.' I looked up. 'Boys, say goodnight to our posh whore.'

Jack came over. He held Sophie's face and kissed her, real slow. Cal followed, his kiss all rough. Sophie just sat there.

'Back in the chair,' I ordered. She crawled to it, pullin' herself up all wobbly.

I got two small metal clamps from my pocket. 'Something special for the camera, darlin'.' I put 'em on her nipples. She jerked back. Made this weird noise.

'Time to go,' Cal said, checking the corridor. 'All clear.'

'I'll be watching' for Jack's acquittal in three weeks,' I said as we left. 'Don't cock it up.'

'Christ, Chloe,' Jack muttered. 'Bit obvious, that.'

'She needs to understand what's what,' I replied. 'Subtle don't work with these types.'

We left her tied to the chair with a vibrator taped on her. We'd put her facing the mirror, skirt up round her waist, blouse hanging open, nipple clamps, mascara all down her face. She'd get loose eventually. But fuck it.

She wouldn't call police. The footage we had would ruin her. Plus her body had given her away, getting all wet for it. No going back from that.

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Three weeks later, Sophie walked into court.

'Your Honour,' she began, voice steady. Jack sat at the defence table, eyebrow up. Their eyes met. He touched his pocket. Her stomach lurched. She looked away.

'The Crown has failed to establish beyond reasonable doubt that my client...'

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Four months later...

'Get on your knees.'

Sophie dropped to the stained carpet of Jack's bedsit. Her blouse already half-open. Didn't even think twice now.

Jack sat on his unmade bed, tracksuit bulgin'. 'Show us what you're good for. Show us what that posh mouth can do.'

'Yes sir,' she whispered, crawlin' forward.

I leaned against the wall, watching her. 'Look at you now. All eager. Not like when you was fightin' us off.'

Sophie didn't say nothin'. Just took Jack in her mouth. Lipstick smeared on his shaft.

'Look at Lady Muck now,' Cal laughed from his seat. 'On her knees like a proper little slag.'

Jack grabbed her hair. The pearls at her throat clicked together. Richard was in Singapore again.

'That's it,' Jack grunted. 'Thirsty MILF. Take it all the way down.'

Cal whacked her arse, liftin' her skirt. 'Still wearin' the fancy knickers I bought ya?'

Sophie nodded, Jack's cock still in her mouth.

'Show me,' he ordered.

She stuck her arse up. Cal yanked up her skirt. Black lace showed through, all dark at the crotch.

'Good girl,' Cal said, fingers goin' inside the lace. 'Soaking already. Bet you been thinkin' about this all week.'

Sophie made this noise when his fingers pushed inside her. Court in three hours. A fraud case. Millions at stake. And here she was, on all fours with two lads half her age.

'Tell us what you need,' I demanded. 'Wanna hear you say it.'

Sophie looked at me. For a sec, something flashed in her eyes. Then: 'I need this,' she whispered. 'Need to be someone else. Someone who don't have to be perfect.'

'More specific,' Jack demanded, pullin' her hair. 'Tell Cal what you want him to do to ya.'

Sophie swallowed. 'I want you to use me,' she said. 'Make me forget who I am.'

I walked around them, phone in hand. 'The blokes you've helped put away would love these pics. Their prosecutor on her knees, beggin' for it.'

Sophie pushed back against Cal's hand. 'I don't care anymore.'

Jack pulled his cock out her mouth. 'On the bed. Gonna fuck you proper now.'

'Yes sir,' Sophie said. 'Please sir.'

Jack stopped. Then grinned. 'Listen to that. She's actually beggin' for it now.'

Sophie got on the mattress. Back arched. Arse up. Face in the pillow.

'Tell 'em,' I whispered in her ear. 'Tell 'em what you are.'

Sophie pressed her face in the pillow. 'I'm just a filthy posh cunt,' she said. 'Your fucktoy.'

'Fuckin' hell,' Cal muttered.

'Wrists,' I ordered, gettin' leather cuffs from Jack's drawer. Good ones. Sophie bought 'em herself.

Sophie put her arms out, wrists together.

I tied the restraints to the headboard. 'Too tight?'

'Not tight enough,' Sophie said, pullin' at them. 'I want to feel it tomorrow.'

'Fuckin' hell,' I muttered, yankin' them tighter. 'Listen to you beggin' for it. If your fancy clients could see you now, gagging for rough estate cock. You're nothin' but a posh cum bucket really, aren't ya?'

Cal stuck his cock in her mouth while Jack got behind her. She was wet already.

'Still so tight,' Jack groaned, pushin' in. 'For such a slag, you've got the tightest pussy I've ever had. Proper wasted on your banker husband, innit?'

'Only for you sir,' Sophie said when Cal pulled back a bit. 'Only this way with you sir.'

I sat on the chair, watching. 'Husband still not shaggin' you, then?'

Sophie couldn't answer with Cal's cock in her mouth. But we all knew. Richard hadn't touched her in years. Not properly. Not like this.

Jack started bangin' her harder, each thrust shoving her onto Cal.

'Who owns this?' Jack said, slappin' her arse hard. She moaned with Cal's cock still in her mouth.

Cal pulled back so she could talk.

'You do sir,' Sophie gasped. 'All of you. You own me. Use me. Ruin me.'

'Please,' she begged. 'Make me your whore.'

'And what are you?' I asked, touchin' her back.

'Your toy,' Sophie said. 'Your fuck toy. Your slag. Your whore. I'm nothin' but a dirty posh slut for you to use.'

'That's right,' Jack grunted. 'Our posh slut. Our Lady Muck.'

Sophie came first, goin' all tight around Jack's cock. Her body shakin', pullin' at the cuffs. Cal muffled her scream. Her legs trembled for minutes after. Her vibrator at home would be goin' in the bin after this.

Jack finished next, fingers diggin' into her hips. 'Take it, take it all,' he said. Cal spunked on her face -- cheeks, forehead, hair. She'd be in front of a judge in a few hours with his dried cum on her skin, even after she tried to wash it off.