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Imperfect	By : karlminion Category: +M through R > Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney Views: 5335 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Imperfect

Chapter 1- Cammy Meele

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Every case has its own depths, its own murky wastes and misleading players. No two cases are alike, except in general terms; somehow, though, they always wind up as murders in my experience, if they weren't murders to begin with. I have been caught up in my share of murders, not just as a prosecutor; investigator, witness, accused... even, once or twice, defense.

I am proud to say that, on the whole, I have counted myself victorious in my dealings with murder; the few times I did not, were a result of the efforts of others in the court of law. I do not begrudge them their victories; the truth is the truth, and if it had been the other way around they would feel the same.

My name is Miles Edgeworth, and though it pains to admit it, I am not perfect. These are the stories of some of those imperfections...

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It was late, and I had come home from a very tiring day at court; a murder trial, of course, with the defendant's guilt quite clearly caught on digital camera. Phoenix Wright was not on the defense, rather an old man whom I had never heard of; he lacked Wright's finesse and ability under pressure, but he had all of his noise and stubbornness. Naturally the judge lost patience several times, but he kept demanding a fair trial and making wild assumptions out of the most ridiculous evidence. Yes, Wright does that too, but at least Wright has the sense to be right when it counts.

In the end the judge declared a guilty verdict, and the old man ranted about how he would make appeals and demand retrials... so much hogwash. I was glad to wash my hands of the case and go home to a long hot shower. Imagine my surprise when I stepped out of the bathroom, clad only in a towel, to find myself hit over the head and knocked unconscious.

When I came to, I was in my bed, naked and spread-eagled, my hands and feet bound to the four posts at each corner. "Hey!" I shouted, struggling against the cords. "What is the meaning of this?! Let me loose at once!"

"No," a childish, somewhat sleepy voice said out of the darkness. "Not yet anyway..." Whoever it was snapped the lights on, and I could see who they were; long legs, short skirt, indecently-buttoned blouse and an inordinate amount of dirty-blond hair...

No, not Wendy Oldbagg in a wig. Although that would have been preferable...

"Miss Cammy Meele," I replied coldly, fixing her with my best stare. It seemed to work briefly; she cringed back against the door, but then she smirked sleepily again and sauntered forward.

"Miles Edgeworth," she drawled, stopping beside the bed and looking down at me. "Miles. Fucking. Edgeworth." That sleepy look disappeared, and the real Cammy Meele showed up again. "You ruined everything, you ignorant prick." She referred to the Cohdopian smuggling ring, of course, which I and my associates had broken apart last year.

"It is my job as a prosecutor of villainy and a defender of the truth," I replied proudly, glaring up at her once again. If she thought to humiliate or intimidate me through binding me in a position of weakness or stripping me of my clothing, she was dead wrong. "How did you get out of prison, anyway?"

"Sucked cock," she promptly replied with a sneer, reaching out and running a finger up the underside of mine. My cock, that is; I repressed a gasp and sneered at her in turn.

"So, this is your idea of revenge?" I said tauntingly. "Tie me up and tease me until you get tired? Pathetic!" I spat at her face; she moved backward, and the spittle landed on the curve of her bosom. She only smirked and rubbed it in, slowly, teasingly.

"Revenge?" she replied slowly. "Oh no, Miles Edgeworth, I'm not that kind of girl. I came here to get my cunt stuffed full of hard prosecutor dick." She pulled her skirt up, revealing lacy white panties, and rubbed herself through them. "You're a handsome man, Miles Edgeworth; it's a shame to leave it all covered up all the time..."

I could not hide my shock this time; I gaped at her openly, for once at a loss for words. No doubt my face was pale, as well. She took this as a good sign and sneered again, rubbing my cock some more. "That's it," she crooned, "rise to the occasion..."

Whatever else I may be, I am certainly still a man, and despite her flaws Cammy Meele was a beautiful woman; I had always taken a certain quiet pride in the, well... ah, I should not be squeamish here; in the size of my penis, and it certainly rose to the occasion at the time. My face burned and I looked away, but I could not block out the pleased noises she made as I hardened beneath her fingers. "My my," she crooned, wrapping a hand around it, "I figured you were large, but..."

"Let me get this straight," I said harshly. "You gave fellatio to countless prison guards and administrators, broke out of a federal prison and made your way here, just so you could rape me? Me?"

"Cunnilingus, sometimes," she replied thoughtfully, lightly smacking my cock against her cheek, "but yes, aside from that you've about got it right."

"Probably got syphilis while you were at it," I grumbled, looking away.

"Did not!" she retorted sharply, squeezing me; I gasped, but she didn't notice. "There! A clean bill of health, just for you!" A thin sheaf of papers was slapped onto my chest; it was a medical check-up report from the local clinic, dated yesterday, and it proclaimed that she was indeed clean and free of STDs. "I know how much you like evidence so I brought it with me!"

"Am I supposed to be impressed?" I retorted flatly, cocking my eyebrow in a nonplussed manner. "So you happen to be lucky in your choice of sexual partners, big deal."

She didn't reply to that, instead she fixed me with a longing stare and licked up the underside of my cock, swirling around the head and engulfing it in her mouth. I could not help myself; my head fell back and I moaned in response, wondering at the softness and warmth of her mouth. She tried and failed to take all of me into her, and sucked hard as she slid back up. "Nngh..." I grunted, throwing my head back down so I could glare at her. "Stop..."

"Eh? What was that?" she simpered, smirking as she went down on me again. "Speak up, Miles Edgeworth..."

"Stop teasing, Miss Meele," I snapped, bucking my hips upward; I was rewarded by the sound of her choking and retching briefly. "Stop teasing or I will suffocate you here and now!" That made her pause, and she regarded me through narrowed eyes for a moment. I glared right back, and she blushed and looked away, only to growl madly and suck me off some more; I was no expert at fellatio, but for all her faults Miss Meele did have a way with her mouth.

After a minute or so more she stopped and sat up, not so assured of herself anymore. "You think you're so great, Miles Edgeworth, but you're just another man when all's said and done, aren't you?"

"Perhaps," I retorted, "but it's not done yet, is it?" My embarrassment was gone; might as well make the best of this, disadvantaged or not. "You came here to judge my manhood for yourself, did you not? Get on with it!"

She glared again but could not deny her own desires, and slowly unbuttoned her blouse; she had no bra underneath, and her large breasts flopped gently as they were uncovered. "Like what you see?" she teased, reaching down with her mouth and sucking on one of them. My dick throbbed in approval, and she smirked triumphantly. "I'll take that as a yes..." She spat on her hands and rubbed it all over her own tits, then leaned down and engulfed my cock between them, sliding up and down on it; it was an entrancing sight, and I nearly came right then when she stuck her head down so she could lick the head every time it slid up.

"I said... enough... teasing..." I panted, my eyes locked on her generous mounds. That made her chuckle and work her tits faster for a few moments, then she sat up again and unzipped her skirt; the white panties were obviously wet with her arousal, and she stared hungrily at my cock as she fingered herself through them.

Finally she crawled forward, pulling her panties aside to reveal her shaven pussy. "Get ready for the ride of your life, Miles Edgeworth," she hissed, positioning herself over me. She hesitated, no doubt put off by my size; I growled and bucked my hips again, jamming myself inside her tight pussy; she cried out and fell forward, engulfing both of us in that ridiculous mop of hair. "Cheater," she hissed, rocking her hips in an effort to adjust.

I just smirked and thrust upward again, and again, and Miss Meele was helpless to do anything but cling to me and cry out in pain and pleasure. I didn't stop thrusting up, and with my mouth I found a nipple and sucked eagerly on it, thoroughly enjoying the desperate moans of the would-be smuggler who thought she could dominate me; tied up I may have been, I never willingly gave up control no matter the situation.

"Give up, Miss Meele," I panted, not slowing down at all. "You can't out-fuck me." I couldn't let the awkwardness of my position stop me, nor the delicious tightness of her cunt; fortunately I didn't have to, when with a final sharp cry she shuddered and came, her pussy clamping hard around my cock. It took all of my considerable self-control not to come as well, and when she was done I gave a mocking laugh. "Done already, bitch?" I teased. "You're pathetic!"

"Bastard," she hissed, pulling herself upright and putting a hand on my chest; with the other she tossed all that hair out of the way and started to fuck me properly, sliding up and down on my thick rod and fingering her own clit. I debated whether or not she was on birth control; it was likely she was, but on the off-chance she wasn't it might give her a scare if I climaxed inside. The thought brought a smile to my face, and I lay back, idly watching her huge boobs bouncing up and down as she fucked my cock.

In time she came again, and I let myself go in response, thrusting upward as I shot off my load deep inside her. She squealed in surprise and had a second orgasm, helplessly fingering her clit to make it last; the way her cunt squeezed around me only prolonged my own climax, and we both cried out in unison as the waves of pleasure crashed over us. At last we were spent, and she flopped down against my chest again as she caught her breath.

"Well...? Are you... sufficiently stuffed?" I asked between gasps for breath, enjoying the feel of her tits squashed against my chest. She didn't say anything for a moment, and I thought she might have drifted off when she pushed herself up again and glared down at me.

"Miles Edgeworth, you... I hate you," she muttered, her chest heaving. "If I get pregnant I'll sue you into oblivion!"

"You raped me, Miss Meele, no prosecutor on earth would take that case," I replied arrogantly. Besides, even if one did I could just hire Wright, or tear them down myself. "You should have taken birth control, anyway. Go get an abortion or something if you hate me that much!" The thought seemed to outrage her, and she slapped my face as she pushed herself off and away from me; I only laughed, especially when I saw my cum dripping from her swollen cunt. "You got what you asked for, now untie me this instant!"

"Fuck you, Miles Edgeworth," she snarled in reply as she pulled her clothes back on, though she did untie one arm before leaving in a hurry. It was a sensible move; by the time I untied myself and called the police, she'd be long gone. I didn't call the police, though, as much out of embarrassment as weariness; if it got out that I'd been caught off guard and raped in my own home I'd never hear the end of it, not ever.

Besides, in some perverse way it had been fun.
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