Objection 

All characters are above the age of 18. 

This is an audio idea, not script. This is good for improv performers or a good starting point to create your own script. If you use this idea, please tag me (@AlexisFire8578)

Summary-You have been a courtroom judge for the last ten years. The justice system is what gives you purpose. The law may be gray, but you treat life pretty much black and white. You have zero tolerance for rule benders and breakers.  Respect is respect. If someone doesnt have respect, you have no time nor patience for that person. However, a defense attorney doesn’t seem to know how to play by the rules. You remain patient until she challenges your authority in the courtroom. What happens when you stop playing a good ***?  


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You have been a courtroom judge for the last ten years. The justice System is what gives you purpose. The law may be gray, but you treat life pretty much black and white. You have zero tolerance for rule benders and breakers.  Respect is respect. If you don't have respect, you have no time nor patience for that person. That rule goes beyond the accused. The prosecution and defense teams must follow your beliefs in the courtroom. You've given max sentences for minor improprieties. Anything from minor burglary to 1st-degree murder… however, rules are rules… no matter the circumstances. 
For the last eight weeks, you have been a trial judge for one of the most high profile cases of your career. An executive from a high-class consulting firm was murdered. The poor bastard was stabbed 22 times, and his penis was thrown to the neighbor’s dogs. The accused is his wife of 23 years. Why did she commit such a heinous crime? Her husband was going to divorce her and run away with his office mistress. Pathetic. However, the wife wanted her day in court to prove her innocence. Well, her “presumed” innocence went out the window as soon as the medical examiner noted her fingerprints on the murder weapon and the bloody clothes that were found in the neighbor’s trash. This was supposed to be an easy close. You hoped this case would have been settled out of court. You have no time for lovers’ quarrels.


However, you did not anticipate the defense’s lawyer. If the devil was a woman, it was this lawyer. You’ve never met someone quite like her. Number one in her class, she passed the bar 5 years ago and never lost a case. The moment you met her, you could smell the arrogance a mile away. To you, she was nothing more than an entailed brat who knew how to manipulate her away from any situation. All through the trial, this lawyer learned every legal loophole in the book. She would trap witnesses into her web to manipulate their testimony to sway the jury. Besides, her attitude towards you was detestable. She doesn’t take too kindly to authority figures. To her, you’re just a mouthpiece of the justice system. She treats the courtroom like it’s her little playground, and everyone must wait their turn to play on the swing. Usually, when lawyers walk into your courtroom, they fear you. They’ll do anything not to get on your wrong side. However, this little bitch didn’t seem to get the memo. The more you tried to put her in her place, the more she tried to push your buttons. 


Well, today was today when she finally threw you over the deep-end. Today was the last day of the defense’s witness testimony. The wife had been on the stand over the previous two days spilling her sob story while the defense lawyer milked the witness of every tear she could get. It was sickening for you to watch. The defense lawyer destroyed the reputation of the victim. As you looked over at each juror’s face, you could see the decision of a “Not Guilty” verdict. Today, however, it’s the prosecution’s turn to question the wife. There’s an inch of hope when the prosecutions start poking holes in the defense’s story. However, your blood begins to boil. After each question, the defense lawyer would always object and provide a bogus reason for the objection. You keep overriding her objection with an “Overrule”. You remind her repeatedly that her complaints have no merit, and she needs to control herself in your courtroom. After the 10th objection, you give her one more chance. With a harsh tone, you tell her,  “If the defense keeping providing baseless objections to control the prosecution, I will have no choice but to hold you in contempt of this court. Sit down.” 


The defense lawyer doesn’t sit down. “Do you have a hearing problem, ma’am? Sit down, or I will hold you in contempt.” The defense lawyers slowly walk in front of the judge’s stand to face you. With a smug look on her face, she commands, “I order you to recuse yourself from this trial on the grounds that your personal beliefs are clouding your judgment and not giving my client her right to a fair trial. You have not hidden your prejudices toward my client, and I find your conduct unbecoming of a public official.  ” The courtroom is silent. Everyone looks to you for your reaction. How dare this little brat thinks she’s can undermind your authority in your courtroom. It took every bone in your body not to reach down and grab her by the throat. The gavel slams down on the stand with a hard thud. “I find you in contempt of court. Guards take her to lockup.”
It was satisfying for you to see her smile get wiped off her face. It’s probably the first time anyone has put her in her place. As she’s fighting with the guards, she curses you out and calls you a dictator. If she thinks you’re a dictator now, wait until tonight.


You call for a recess and will resume court tomorrow at 10:30 am. As you walk back into your chambers, you make a quick call to the local jail, where contempt prisoners are held. One of your buddies is the warden there. You ask him for a favor. You ask him to send the guards and bring the lawyer to your chambers at midnight. Also, you ask him to get one of his investigators to go down to the defense lawyers’ house.  The warden doesn’t ask any questions. He makes the necessary phone calls. All you have to do is wait. 
Midnight approaches. The courthouse is empty except with the remaining guards in the hallways. The courthouse is so quiet that you can hear footsteps from the other side of the building. Still wearing your judge’s gown, you pace in chambers waiting for your visitors. The footsteps get louder and louder until you hear a knock at your door. She’s arrived. “Bring her in.” Two guards enter in with the defense lawyer in hand. She looked like an utter messed, and you’re delighted about it. She’s handcuffed, and her feet are shackled. 


Interestingly, the lawyer was still in the same outfit that she was in the courtroom. They never issued her a jumpsuit while she was in jail. The guards popped her in the chair in front of you without saying a word. Moments passed before the lawyer said anything. The first thing she did was start laughing. Without cracking a smile, you ask her, “Something funny?”. Her laugh gets louder and louder, which sounds like nails on a chalkboard. She looks up at you with the same smug grin she had in the courtroom earlier. “As soon as I’m released, I can’t wait to see your face when you get disbarred for your behavior. You think you can get away with this? Not a chance. You just earned my client a mistrial. She'll be free by the weekend. She’ll be free, I’ll be free, and you’ll be in jail for conspiring to kidnap a defense attorney. Must be pretty proud of yourself. ” she says between chuckles.  Then she becomes bold, manages to get up from the chair, and shuffles in front of you. With her arms out, she says, “Let’s cut the shit—no use in giving me a lecture. You lost, asswipe.  Just let me go, and maybe I’ll say something nice at your hearing. Let me go, or I’m going to scream so loud that the guards come back in and think you’re attacking me.” 


You don’t back down. You calmly tell her to back down in the chair. She doesn’t budge. Your patience is wearing thin. “Last chance. Sit down.” She just stares at you with her wrists in the air. “**** you, judge. You get off on this power trip. Maybe work with the other bitch ass lawyers, but not me. Release me… NOW.” Before she realizes what’s happened, you push her down back in the chair. Once her back reaches the chair, she starts to scream bloody murder. Hearing her shrills just makes your **** hard. You go behind your desk and reach for your secret weapon: your flogger. With one quick swoop, you hit the flogger with your desk—her screaming stops. You see a new look on her face: fear. She’s completely terrified now of you. 


“No one is coming to recuse you, princess. It’s just you and me tonight. Scream. Please scream louder. No one will come. Everyone is gone for the evening. The guards left the moment they put you in that chair. It’s just us, princess.” you say in an eerily calm voice. You go from behind your desk and slowly walk around the lawyer. “In my first year of law school, my professor gave us a quote.  “No man is above the law, and no man is below it.” That quote shaped my law career. I lived by it every day. That line has stayed with me since that day and until today. “ you dipped close to her ear and then whispered, “However, one thing you failed to realize since the first day you walked your pretty ass into my courtroom: I am the law. I am justice. I own the system. And I am your reckoning.” A shiver goes down the lawyer’s spine. She knows she messed up. 
“You think you’re hot shit with your expensive education and your high connections. You think you own the world. Bitch, I owned you before you were even a thought in your parent’s mind. You are nothing. And you dare to threaten me in my courtroom. Like you’re innocent yourself. I’ve had a few men go to your apartment-” The lawyer’s eyes get big at the realization you may have found something. She starts to argue with you, but you land that flogger on her thigh… HARD. She lets out a pained cry. “Did I give you permission to fuckin’ speak?!” She shakes her head, and you land another blow to her thigh. “That’s not how you reply. You say no, sir. Say it, bitch!” With another bang, she cries out the appropriate response. “Good. I see you like to interrupt, so maybe I need to keep your mouth full.” 


You start to buckle your pants, and her eyes get big. As you grab your large **** in your hand, you point it in her direction. “My dear, you need correction. You can accept the correction I give you, or I will let the disciplinary committee know you collaborated with the police to hid evidence and accepted over $250,000 in bribes. That’s attorney misconduct, princess. Your license will be revoked, and you’re facing ten years of jail time. Your charm won’t be able to get you out of this. So, you choose. Obey the law or get ****** by it.” 
You bring your **** close to her lips. She looks at your ****, throbbing and back at your flogger. In the end, she just looks at you in the eyes and slowly opens her mouth. “Good girl,” you whisper as you like to slide your thick **** in her throat. ****. Her mouth is soaked. Seeing her pretty lips glide up and down on your **** is making you throb even harder. You start thrusting your hips in and out of her mouth. You grab the back of her hair and shove your **** deep down her throat. When you let her come up for air, she’s a mess. She is drooling on herself, but her mouth remains open and ready. 


“All you needed was **** to get to you in line? You fuckin’ slut!” As she’s choking on your rod, you reach into her shirt and play with her nipples. Her nipples are incredibly hard. You grab a nipple between your fingers and twists. She lets out a long moan that vibrates on your ****. You release your **** out of her mouth and grab her by her throat. “You like me teaching you manners, slut?” She nods her head, but you slap her in the face. “What the **** did I tell you?!” She screams, “Yes, sir!” With one hand, you lift her from the chair and examine her body. You decide you don’t like her appearance, so you rip her shirt. She gasps when her shirt hits the ground. Then you grab the helm of her shirt, and without breaking eye contact, you tear her skirt and panties off of her. Much better. You grab her by the hair and place her face down on your desk. 
With her ass high in the air, you start massaging her ***** from behind. Her ***** is soaking wet. She loves this. “I got a present for you, princess. A nice diamond.” You reach in your pant pocket and pull out the most prominent diamond… plug. The defense lawyers turn her head with a gasp and see the large butt plug in your hands. “This is a part of your correction. Don’t worry. You’ll learn to love it.” Kneeling, you spread her plump cheeks and spit in her ass. Your mouth moves down to her ***** while you stick the plug her asshole. She lets out a cry. Beautiful. You continue to assault her ***** with her tongue, and she’s thrashing under you. She’s ready for your ****; however, you have one more lesson for her. 
“You don’t get my **** just yet.” You pull out the flogger and light put it on her ass. “Next time you walk in my courtroom, you will behave yourself. Understand?” Before she can answer, you lay your flogger hard on her ass. She lets a cry but manages to say, “Yes, sir.” 


“I am the law. You are not above me. You’ll never be above me.  You will respect me. You will submit to me wholeheartedly. Do you understand, princess?” Again, before she can answer, you lay that flogger hard on her ass.  However, without a whimper, she responded with a “Yes, sir.” That turns you on. You drop your flogger and grab her by the hair. “Good girl. I can’t wait to teach you, princess.” With that, your lips crash into hers. She tatstes so sweet on your tongue. As you passionately kiss her, you take your **** and enter inside her. She breaks the kiss to let out a hard moan. She isn’t used to your size. Your thick **** immediately fills her ***** like a treat. With a twist of her hair, you start pounding into her. The desk is shaking as you beat up her *****. Her screams fill the room. That only makes you hit faster. ****, you’re so close to cumming that your balls are screaming. You start to feel her ***** squeezing on you. She’s close to exploding. You ask her if she’s about to cum. She responds with a loud moan. Before she rides climax, you slide out of her. She cries out with protest. You turn her around and bring her to her knees. You command her to open her mouth. As soon as her pretty lips part, you explode all over her face. Seeing your cream run down her face gives you a rush. “Cumming is a privilege, princess. A benefit you need to earn. You will not cum without my permission. Now, clean up my ****.” 


Once she licks off your ****, you reach on your desk for the keys. With a few turns of the keys, you release her from her handcuffs and legs shackles. Putting on your clothes, you throw some extra clothes from your closest to her. “Put these on. You’ll be meeting with me regularly for the next six weeks. You need to be reprogrammed. Do you understand, princess?” She responses appropriately while she gets on her new clothes. “Good. Come here and kiss me.” She walks over to you and gives you a passionate kiss on the lips. Without warning, you grab her by her throat. “One last thing: if you reveal anything about tonight or our meetings to anyone, I will destroy. Do you understand me?” “Yes, sir,” quietly escapes her lips. You lay another kiss on her before you push her away. “Go home, princess. I’ll see you in court later.”