Grace continued to cry on the drive home with anxiety coursing through her body, and Olivia didn't try to make her stop crying, simply holding Grace's hand to offer what comfort she could until they arrived home. At one point, Grace seemed to start calming down, but then grew more upset again.

"We're almost home, my baby, and I will hold you." Olivia soothed.

"Ma'am, I'm going to be sick." Grace sobbed.

Olivia quickly pulled the car over to the side of the road and held Grace's hair back with one hand and gently rubbed her heaving back with the other as Grace emptied the contents of her stomach into someone's bushes. When Grace was finished being sick, she stood upright and continued to cry as Olivia guided her back to the car. When they arrived home, Olivia gently guided Grace out of her clothes down to her underwear and then guided Grace to the bathroom so that Grace could brush her teeth.

"That's my good girl. Come here and I will hold you, angel. When you're ready, you can have some tea and toast to settle your stomach." Olivia said lovingly as Grace placed her toothbrush back in its holder.

Olivia guided Grace out to the couch where she sat down and gently settled Grace to cuddle on her lap, lovingly rubbing Grace's bottom as Grace laid her head on her shoulder and held on to her Mistress tightly while she continued to cry.

"Ma'am, please rub my bare bottom." Grace wept, and she felt Olivia gently pulling her panties down. The young submissive melted into the much needed skin to skin contact as her Mistress lovingly rubbed her bare bottom to soothe her.

"All these people were here yesterday, why are they back again today?" Grace asked the next morning as Olivia pulled the car around in front of the courthouse, seeing the crowd of reporters in front of the courthouse, plus another rather large group of people holding signs. It was no longer raining as it had been the day before, but it was still overcast.

"Welcome to life at SVU, there's always one media parade or another going on. The reporters are going to be here every day until the trial is over. The people over there holding signs are the protesters who like to show up when there's a high profile trial like this one. And since they're here, I better pull the car around and take you in the back way. Protesters sometimes like to throw things and I don't want you to get hurt." Olivia explained as she put the car in reverse. The two women entered the building without incident and were escorted to the same holding room that Grace had been placed in the day before. Just as she had done the day before, Olivia kissed Grace's forehead and watched her anxious submissive disappear into the room before she turned and made her way into the courtroom and found a place to sit.

"Mr. Carisi, call your first witness." Liz Donnelly instructed.

"The prosecution calls Ainsley O'Sullivan to the stand." Carisi stood up.

A door opened and Ainsley O'Sullivan walked into the courtroom, was sworn in, and sat down.

"Ms. O'Sullivan, can you please tell us how you know the defendant?" Carisi asked.

"Yes, he was my therapist from September of 2015 to February of 2016." Ainsley replied.

"And what was your experience with him like initially?"

"It was a normal doctor-patient experience. He was helping me deal with my feelings about my former Sir who abused me. I came in for my session with Dr. Lindstrom one day and I didn't notice him lock the door behind me. During my session, he started asking me really weird questions about sexual things my former Sir taught me, and then he got up and told me that he was going to teach me things that no one had ever taught me. I tried to get up, but he held me down on the couch and got on top of me and told me that if I was a bad girl he would have me sent to Block C. I tried to scream, but he covered my mouth. When he was finished he just smiled and told me to have a nice day and I was free to go." Ainsley blinked back tears as she recounted the experience.

"And then what happened?"

"I got up and ran out. I never told anyone what happened, I just wanted to forget that it had ever happened at all. I didn't remember it until I saw Dr. Lindstrom's face plastered all over the news recently and I called the Manhattan Special Victims Unit and spoke to a detective there."

"No more questions for this witness." Carisi sat down and Dr. Lindstrom stood up.

"Ms. O'Sullivan, did you ever report your former Sir for abuse?"

"Yes, I did. SPS took me away from him and I lived in a Transition Station for a little over a year before I was placed with my current Sir." Ainsley explained.

"You claim to be a submissive, but I notice that you are not wearing a traditional submissive's collar." Dr. Lindstrom gazed at the crucifix around Ainsley's neck.

"I work as a Special Ed teacher at Roosevelt Elementary School, so I have a tattoo instead." Ainsley held up her wrist.

"One of the last times we spoke, you mentioned that your current Sir didn't want you to work."

"He didn't, he originally wanted me home, but he changed his mind when I explained to him how much it meant to me."

"You must be quite the little manipulator if you got him to change his mind so easily. Are we really supposed to believe that you had the strength to report your previous Sir, but you didn't have the strength to report me for what I supposedly did to you?"

"Like I said, I blocked out what you did to me until recently."

"How convenient." Dr. Lindstrom stated sarcastically.

"Objection." Carisi stood up.

"Sustained. Dr. Lindstrom, you will refrain from sarcasm." Liz Donnelly scolded.

"My apologies, Your Honor. Withdrawn." Dr. Lindstrom said.

The trial continued in the same fashion until Liz Donnelly called a recess for lunch. Olivia stood from her seat and reached for her cell phone when she felt it buzz in her pocket. She read the message she had received and walked over to her detectives who had shown up to court again to show support and were currently just standing around.

"Hey. I have to stay here for Grace, but we just got word that William Lewis has been arrested after he was stopped in Mrs. Jeffs' stolen car and the officer recognized him from our fliers. He's being brought into SVU now."

"We'll take care of it, Captain." Elliot turned to go back to SVU with the rest of the detectives on his heels.

"I want a lawyer." William Lewis gave the detectives a satisfied smirk as he was led into the precinct in cuffs.

"Call Emily and Chelsea and have them come in to make an ID." Elliot ordered.

"That's him, number four. He's the one who raped me." Chelsea Preston said after Emily had given her ID. Both women had identified William Lewis.

"Detectives, my client has no knowledge of these attacks, and the car wasn't stolen. Mrs. Jeffs is my client's grandson and in Mrs. Jeffs' diminished state she forgot that she gave my client permission to borrow the car."

"We'll need DNA to confirm your relation to Mrs. Jeffs, we'll do that when we take you to get fingerprinted. And if you didn't attack these women, what was your DNA doing inside of them?" Fin asked.

"We had consensual sex." William Lewis stated confidently.

Upon taking William Lewis to get fingerprinted, the detectives were confused to find that his fingerprints had been burned off.

"Kitchen accident." William Lewis shrugged.

Meanwhile, back at the courthouse, Grace was sitting in her holding room flipping through a magazine and drinking coffee when the door suddenly opened and an officer appeared.

"Ms. Muncy, you've been called to testify."

Grace's belly flipped as she was escorted into the courtroom, and her eyes immediately searched the crowd until they landed on her Mistress sitting in the gallery. The brunette submissive felt comforted when Olivia smiled softly and winked at her. Grace was sworn in and sat down.

"Ms. Muncy, can you please tell us how you know the defendant?" Carisi asked.

"He was my therapist at the end of last year going into the beginning of this year." Grace replied.

"And what was your experience with him like initially?"

"My Ma'am took me to him to help me deal with my feelings regarding the abusive treatment I received at the hands of my previous Ma'am for a little over six years. Initially, everything was normal, and I felt safe. Then one day, I started to get really weird texts and even a phone call from an unknown number. My Ma'am works for the NYPD in the Special Victims Unit and she took my phone to work with her to figure out who had been texting and calling me. I went in for a session with Dr. Lindstrom one day, and while we were talking he noticed I was having some trouble sitting and asked if I was okay. I told him that I had gotten a spanking that morning for being naughty. He told me that he is a mandated reporter and he needed to see my bottom to make sure I was okay. I told him no, and he was suddenly towering over me and told me that I obviously wasn't spanked hard enough since I was disobeying him, and he threatened to have me sent to Block C. Before I could do anything, he pushed me down on the couch and he was on top of me and inside of me. I tried to scream, but he covered my mouth. He had just… released inside of me when my Ma'am kicked in the door and he was arrested and I was taken to the hospital to have a rape kit done."

Carisi continued to question Grace, and nobody noticed Dr. Lindstrom sitting at his table with a bulge in his pants as he gazed hungrily at Grace, like a lion hunting a gazelle. When Carisi had finished his questioning, he sat down and Dr. Lindstrom stood up. Grace immediately tensed and refused to look at the man, opting instead to look straight into Olivia's eyes, and Olivia was careful to maintain constant eye contact.

"Ms. Muncy, when you came into my office on the day in question, you just said that I noticed you were having trouble sitting and I asked if you were okay. On average, how often do you get spanked as punishment?"

"When I first went to live with my Ma'am, it happened more frequently than it does now because I was learning her rules and testing the waters. In the beginning, I think I averaged a spanking a week. Now, I'd say it happens maybe once every few weeks on average. It all depends on my behavior."

Olivia nodded slightly. She agreed with that assessment.

"You say that I called you once. What did I say?" Dr. Lindstrom inquired.

"You didn't say anything, you were just breathing." Grace said.

"If I didn't say anything, how do you know it was me?" Dr. Lindstrom inquired.

"You said so in your office the day you raped me. You told me that my Ma'am was rude to you on the phone." Grace replied.

"Considering the fact that you get spanked so often and therefore are clearly not a good girl, and considering that we were alone in my office, how do we know you aren't lying?"

"I have a rape kit with your DNA."

"Oh, that. You know that was consensual, right? You wanted to have sex with me." Dr. Lindstrom smiled a little.

"I did not want to have sex with you. I don't belong to you, I belong to my Ma'am." Grace tried to sound strong.

Finally, it was over and Grace was released from the stand. Olivia stood from her seat and caught Grace in her arms, quickly ushering her out of the courtroom just as Grace broke down sobbing.