A lot of smutty stuff involved was something of an understatement. Now don't get me wrong. I'm not exactly a virgin. On the other hand, I'd been on the academic track since my mid-teens. I had been determined to get where I was, and going out partying had not been high on my priority list.

So while I wasn't a prude, exactly, I have to admit that all this bondage stuff was fairly novel to my experience. I read up on it as much as possible in academic terms which described the methodology and psychology. But that didn't really give a complete understanding by any means.

Which meant I had to visit sites which sold the gear, the bondage devices and whips and chains and such. I had to visit sites which had pictures and videos, some of which kind of dropped my jaw, to be honest. But I knew I needed to really acquaint myself with this stuff. Blushing in front of the jury while referring to it was just not going to cut it!

And then there was Alexander Stone. Before I even met him I had to look at the pictures and videos, and they spared nothing to the imagination!

The first I saw of him was in a home video. It showed him from the thighs down. They were, I had to admit, very attractive legs, too. Beyond him on the screen was his 'victim' who was standing, sort of, arms stretched up above her and shackled together. Her toes just barely touched the floor.

She was a blonde, though not a real one. She was about my age, maybe a bit older, and had a great body, all of which was on display, lithe and full and tanned and naked as she hung there in front of him and the camera, her body stretched out below her bound wrists.

I felt a tension in me as I watched. I felt like an intruder in what was clearly a private assignation. But the fact I knew she had died, allegedly at his hands, made for a considerably higher degree of anxiety as I watched, even though I knew that incident wasn't on tape.

"I think I told you what your punishment would be if you disobeyed me again, slut, didn't I?" I heard a male voice growl.

The woman, the victim, Sophie Michaelson, rolled her eyes at him, but didn't speak, possibly because a ball gag filled her mouth.

He stepped closer to her, and more of his body came into the camera's eye, first a great ass, then a powerful looking back, and finally his broad shoulders.

He lashed out with his open hand and slapped the girl's face. I winced a bit at the violence.

"Whore!" he said. "Do I have to continually remind you that you're nothing but an animal? That you do what I tell you and nothing else!?"

Again he slapped her, and her head rolled violently to the side with the blow.

I felt a sinking feeling. The jury was going to see this video and convict this asshole before they'd even heard any evidence!

He turned around and I blinked and sucked in a breath of air. His head was still above the level of the camera, but the rest of him was - well, very full frontal! And his front went very well with his back. He had broad shoulders, a thick, powerful chest, and washboard abs dropping to a low, flat groin which sprouted a very, very large penis.

And it wasn't even hard!

I stared at it with a kind of awe. I hadn't seen a lot of naked men in my life. I mean, I hadn't been that socially active, and certainly hadn't been into porn, so... but this was a lot bigger than what I thought of as the norm!

To be honest, most guys kind of look goofy naked, with their little pale balls and tiny cock hanging amidst a mass of pubic hair. It was no wonder few women were into porn. Who wanted to ogle some anonymous naked guy? But this guy was different. He had no pubic hair, and his cock, though flaccid, was thick and long as it hung down between his powerfully muscled thighs.

He turned back, and a whip was clutched in his hand. I bit my lower lip as I watched the girl hanging there. She didn't seem to be frightened, and I reminded myself I needed to be considering this as evidence of consensual sex, however perverted.

I tried to focus on her face as if to avoid staring at the guy, or anything else. Those eyes didn't look scared they looked... well, they looked hot, excited. But how was I going to convince a jury of that?

He drew back his arm and swung the ship. I gulped as it swept through the air and snapped across her belly, across and around her waist, encircling her more than once. She cried out, though the sound was muffled, and when he yanked on the whip her body spun like a top.

"Slut," he growled. "Foul, filthy little she-animal!"

The whip swept out again as she spun and this time cut across her breasts! I gulped as it swept around her once more, and he yanked back to make her spin

"You'll learn your place, slut, if I have to make you crawl for the rest of the week," he barked.

Snap! The whip cut across her backside and she squealed loudly, her legs jerking violently.

Snap! Snap! Snap! Snap! The whip curled around her again and again, and I could see the thin red lines it was leaving behind on her flesh now as he kept spinning her one way, then the other, then back again.

As he whipped her, I couldn't help noticing that his flaccid cock was starting to harden. Every blow which struck her seemed to make it bounce a little, then thicken. After a dozen blows, his cock was sticking up and out like a menacing spear of reddish pink flesh!

He paused and stepped forward, and I watched, heart pounding, as he reached out to stop her spinning. He grasped her hair and yanked her head up and back sharply, then reversed the whip and shoved the handle up against her sex. He pressed it up and it slowly sank up into her body as my face began to heat.

"Fucking animal whore," he growled. "Filthy little slut! I'll teach you discipline if I have to whip the skin off your body!"

She cried out, her legs spasming as he thrust the thing up deeper suddenly, then his thumb pressed against the top of her sex, over her clitoris, and began to roughly stroke her there.

The woman, Sophie, began to tremble and shake, her hips spasming, bucking forward against him as she gurgled and moaned in helpless passion.

He released her hair, undoing the strap of the gag, then prying it out of her mouth. He slapped her face again and she cried out.

"Are you sorry for being a filthy slut?"

"Yes, master!" she cried. "I'm sorry for being a filthy slut!"

"Who do you belong to, whore?"

"I belong to you, master!" she cried breathlessly.

"Would you like to come now, slut?"

"Yes, master! Please, master!" she half sobbed.

"Beg, slut."

"Please may I come, master!?" she cried.

"No."

"Please, master!" she cried, more loudly. "Please may this slut come, master?! Please!? Please, master!?" she sobbed.

"Very well. Come for me, slut."

He shoved the handle so deep it all-but disappeared inside her, his thumb stroking with rough, furious speed, and Sophie cried out, again and again, each cry louder and filled with more passion than the one which preceded it!