It is written by Dr. Catherine Wilkins that:
“During this phone conversation, he (David Brodosi) directed me toward a web site which featured adult fiction of an erotic nature. He (David Brodosi) asked me to read a story aloud to him on the phone, and I complied. When I concluded, he (David Brodosi) said that he enjoyed it to the point of climax.”
Catherine Wilkins states David Brodosi writes erotic fiction, and then asks female USF employees under his supervision to read such erotic stories to him as David Brodosi masturbates. David Brodosi then requests s*x.
Catherine Wilkins states: “Several full-time staff members, including Gerald Notaro, Robert McKenzie, Daniel Richards and Mr. Brodosi, used their state-owned work computers to view p*********y during business hours.”
“story 4” and “story 5” are custom-written s*x stories authored by Dr. Wilkins with the characters of “Cat” and “David.” Dr. Wilkins said she read these s*x stories to David Brodosi as he masturbated.
Over a period of more than a year, Dr. Wilkins told her significant other (at that time), that:
Dr. Wilkins was sexually harassed, then raped at USF by David Brodosi, that Brodosi was arrested, went to trial, Dr. Wilkins had David Brodosi convicted, and David Brodosi was fired from USF.
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David strides into the dark room in the corner of the house. Sitting in a subservient way on the bed is Cat, hands clasped and head down, wearing leather bra and panties. In the game they are about to play, he is dominant. He affixes a collar around her neck to show his ability to control her and she trembles. He asks her if she wants this and she says yes, master. He takes silk scarves from a dresser, lashing her wrists in front of her, and then tying both wrists to the upper bed posts.
David moves around Cat, though not touching her. She thinks about what he is going to do and she can almost feel imaginary fingers touching her. He leans down and teasingly kisses her lips with just a very light touch. She is left wanting more, but is in no control of the fulfillments of her desires. He leaves the room for what seems like an eternity. She is worried that he has left entirely and struggles a little against her restraints. Finally he re enters the room and she realizes that he was just trying to test her patience and prolong her anticipation. It has worked.
Cat begins to get excited and mentally places the control of the situation in his command. He carries a bag, from which he removes several objects meant to cause both pleasure and pain. The first is leather cuffs meant to go around her ankles. He uses them to chain her ankles to the bottom posts of the bed. They chafe a little, but they prevent her from moving and give David complete control over the situation. He then takes a lighter from his bag and uses it to ignite a candle. Cat’s eyes have a look of anxiety in them as he raises the burning candle over her trapped body. He lets the hot wax drip on to her skin, all the way from her shoulders to her toes. She cries out and trembles as she feels the heat – it hurts, but it excites her. “Quiet!” he hisses, turns, and quickly finds another scarf to stuff in her mouth. Cat chokes a little bit on the fabric and her voice is stifled. More wax is dripped over her skin, and she bites down hard on the scarf. David then tells her to close her eyes, and removes a large feather from his bag. He turns to her and starts at her face to stroke her skin lightly with the feather. Cat cannot see, nor imagine what the sensuous, delicate touch is. She likes how it feels as it glides over the parts of her skin that are exposed and extra sensitive after having the wax fall so close by. She tries to peek but David sees her and yells at her to keep her eyes closed. She feels chills all over as the feather skims over her skin. It reaches her toes before starting back up her legs. She is writhing, trying to get free of her bonds, to end the torture of anticipation and the restraint of her sexual desires. Finally, with a wild twist of her head, she drops the scarf from her mouth and before David can stop her, she is screaming out “Oh yes, touch me, oh yes!” He tells her to be quiet, and threatens to stop completely if she does not control her impulses. Cat manages to stifle her spoken desires so that he will resume touching her with the feather. She imagines that it is a light touch caressing her in every spot but that where she desires it the most. Finally, she can no longer contain the build up of desire that wells within her. Biting her lip to keep from screaming out, Cat can merely whimper “MMM, mmmmmm” as the overload of sensation alone makes her o****m. “Bad girl!” David reprimands her. He knows what has just happened to her. “You will have to be punished for that.”
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Lying on a bed in a dark room, prepared for sleep, Cat hears a noise. She lifts her head to discover its origin and to her deep shock, sees a man standing in the doorway staring at her. Completely ashamed of her nudity and also very afraid, she vainly attempts to cover herself. She is too surprised to speak. The man utters a low grunt and strides quickly toward her bed. “No !” she cries, thrusting her palm towards him, willing him to stop coming.
Ignoring her protests, he continues advancing and in a second stands beside her bed. She curls her body into the fetal position and whimpers in fear, which has taken over any consciousness of her own nudity. “No please, please…” she implores him. The man is not so easily dissuaded by her entreaties and taking her arms roughly, pulls them apart and pins them to the bed beside her head. She screams and begins struggling, unable to believe that this is happening to her. She becomes uncovered and exposed as she fights and writhes, her torso twisting from side to side. She starts flailing her legs in desperation so the man responds by jumping astride her stomach where he can control her better. He lets go of one hand, raises his right arm and gives her a strong slap on the cheek. She is temporarily stunned into silence until the shock subsides and the pain takes over, and she begins crying loudly. Tears stream down her cheeks, one of which is pale with fright and the other bright red from the man s blow. The man smiles cruelly at her tears, obviously enjoying and being further aroused by them. Her sobs increase in volume but his excitement only mounts. He bends forward and kisses the tears on her cheek, the one he struck. She flinches at this contact and annoyed, her hits her face again. This brings forth a fresh torrent of tears from the despairing woman. The man’s only response is a harsh laugh.
He reaches behind him into the back pocket of his jeans, withdrawing something shiny. It is a pair of silver handcuffs, their clasps unlocked. Taking one of her hands in his, he fastens one cuff around her small wrist and clicks the ratchet mechanism shut tight, pinching her wrist painfully in the process. A cold sweat breaks out over her body at her predicament, making her look shiny and sleek. With her free hand, she tries to scratch the man’s face but misses. Angered, he catches her other hand and fastens the handcuff roughly. She stops struggling, but the man is too excited to notice. Chained by her wrists to the bed, she is scared and frustrated.
She is kicking and one of her feet strikes him a blow and this makes him more furious. He sits on his haunches, imprisoning her calves. She is exposed and has no control over the situation; he laughs at her and begins to undo the belt fastening his jeans. “No, please, don’t, I can’t…” she implored tearfully as she understood what he intended to do to her. She twisted her head violently from side to side as soon as she saw his p***s.
He forces her legs apart through sheer strength, ignoring her pleas. Gripping her hips firmly, he pushes hard and penetrates a short distance. The woman screams in agony as he pulls on her for leverage. Soon he has neared his climax and withdraws his p***s from her. The man grunts as he comes all over her belly, which is quivering with fear. He stands before her, smirking as he watches her recover from the shock of her experience.
Loathe to admit it, Cat realizes the familiarity of some of the feelings she had just experienced. That tingle she had felt on other occasions when she had touched herself was there. She realized with horror that she was actually turned on and about to have an o****m in front of this man. He stood at her feet laughing at her as she tried to conceal what was happening, but all she could do was moan with her teeth clenched – “MMmmm, mmmm” – at the awful pleasure she was experiencing. As she finished and lay there completely ashamed, trying to hide her face and body, he uncuffed her and disappeared into the night.
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