﻿The Judges Molests His New Orphans 
By Powerone

Copyright 2005

M/b(12), M/g(10/g(13), PEDO, cbt, humil, mast, bdsm

The Judge adopts three orphans, 2 girls age 10 and 13 and a boy age 12 in the early 1930's.   He intends to exploit them sexually for his friends and himself

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They entered the large Victorian house.  It was one of the few houses on the street with electricity, even though the rest were occupied by the rich.  It was twice as big as the orphanage, much more ornate and opulent.  Throughout the house the air carried the scents of food cooking; the pleasant smells making their empty stomachs gurgle in hunger.  It was warm inside, not like the orphanage, where it was perpetually cold, even when the heat was on

The library they walked into was expansive, furnished in rich woods, filled with expensive furniture, a small fire crackling in the fireplace.  An older man, the Judge they were told, was sitting behind the desk.  He had slightly graying hair, his face etched with years of work.  Not handsome, not ugly.  He looked up when they walked in.  The three orphans were flanked by a child services worker.  There were two girls, not sisters, but they had been at the orphanage together for over a year now and had become good friends.  Amy, the older of the two, was thirteen.  She was an attractive girl, but it was hard to tell, her body consistently hidden by the old worn clothes she wore, her hair pulled tight into a pony tail, her face always seemed to look dirty.  Her friend Grace, only ten, clasped Amy’s hand tightly, shy and bashful, hiding partly behind her older friend as they stood before him.  The third child, Bill, was a boy.  A tall scraggly boy of about 12, his body currently growing taller before it could fill out, looking like a scarecrow.  They all trembled under his gaze, having been dragged from the orphanage where they had grown used to the hard life, but at least left alone and unthreatened. 

"Children, this is the Judge.  He is one of our cities most prominent citizens.  He has agreed to allow you to live here.  You should feel privileged to be chosen by him.  As you can see, he has a grand house and you will be taken care of by him.  You will be expected to pull your own weight, helping around the house in order to earn your keep.  He is now your legal guardian.  If you misbehave, you will be punished.  You are to do everything that he asks you to do.  Everything.  He will not put up with insolent behavior.  Do you understand?"

"Yes," they chimed in.  They had already learned about punishment, the orphanage dealing it out swiftly and painfully.  It was not unheard of to be spanked with a hand or more severely with a belt and even a caning for the most serious offenses.  They had learned to be invisible, neither earning praise nor punishment all in the name of avoiding punishment.

The Judge looked at the children.  Amy was a beautiful girl, her body just beginning to bloom.  His imagination could almost make out the tiny breasts pushing out the top, his fingers eager to make her little nipples hard.  Her ass was just beginning to plump out, a little baby fat still around her middle, long spindly legs still immature, looking as if they would barely hold up her body.  Grace was still an adolescent, flat-chested, no butt, a little girl.  She would be so easy to train, willing to do anything to please, unable to even comprehend what she was being forced to perform. 

Bill was for the Judge’s more perverse pleasures, liking to dabble with young boys.  Bill would soon learn the feel of tight ropes tied around his cock, his balls crushed by powerful hands and his anus would soon learn what it felt like to be probed with long, thick objects.  He would be taught how to please a man with his mouth and his asshole, forced to do so while others watched and joined in.  All of the children were brought to the house for the sexual enjoyment of the Judge and his friends.  They would inflict such sexual perversions on the children, forcing them to submit only after being punished.  His cock was already hard in anticipation, unable to decide which child would be first.

The social worker left the children standing there, the Judge looking up from his desk at them.  The house would soon be empty, the kitchen and cleaning staff leaving promptly at seven p.m., knowing the Judge’s preference for privacy.  Now with the children around, it was considerably more important.  "You will address me as ‘Sir’," he announced.  "I am a severe disciplinarian.  For those that don't understand, it means that I expect you to obey me at all times.  Failure to do so will result in punishment, severe punishment.  You will be spanked, paddled, whipped and caned for being bad or failing to obey me or being disrespectful to my friends.  Do I make myself clear?"  He gave them his stern grin, his other hand reaching down to rub his cock, the thought of punishing them already making him so hard.

The children trembled but it wasn't much worse than the orphanage where punishment was given out in front of all of the others.  More times than not, they wouldn’t be able to sit down for a week, their bottoms striped with a whip or a cane.  They would just have to learn to please the Judge, doing what was necessary to avoid the punishment.  Life had always been tough for the children at the orphanage.  "Yes Sir," they chimed in unison.

"Let's go to the kitchen.  I hear stomachs grumbling.  You can have some dinner then I will show you to your rooms."  He showed them the kitchen, sitting them in a small table to the side of the room.  One of the cooks brought over three plates of food, the plates heaped to the top with a delicious mixture of meat, potatoes, carrots and peas.  A pitcher of milk and bread and butter finished off the meal.  The children shoveled the food in their mouths, table manners never a high point at an orphanage.  Curing hunger was a more primal need.  Their faces lit up when offered apple pie, the sweet desert making them happy as they gobbled it down.

"Now to your rooms," the kitchen staff finished up cleaning, preparing to depart for the night.  The lights turned out in the kitchen as they left, the door closing as the cooks went home.  "There is no one here except for us at night.  I expect you to stay in your room.  Each room has its own bathroom including bathtub."  They walked to the end of the hallway, the Judge opening up the last door on the right.  "Bill, this is your room," the room small furnished sparsely with a bed and a dresser.  You will find clothes in the dresser as well as in the closet.  They should fit you.  I expect all of you to bathe daily, brush your teeth, and put on clean clothes, including underwear.  Take the clothes that you are wearing now and throw them away.  Take a bath before you go to bed tonight, and clean yourself well.  I will inspect you tomorrow."  The Judge closed the door, leaving Bill alone in the room.

"This is your room Amy," opening the door.  This room was more spacious, furnished with a large bed, white frilly ruffles on the bedspread, a white dressing table with large mirror, a padded bench in front of it.  In the corner of the room was a small table and oversized chair.  The closet was filled with bright colored dresses; shoes lined the floor including high heels.  He saw Amy's eyes open wide in surprise and pleasure, eyeing the makeup on the dressing table.  "You are a young lady and will dress accordingly.  At times you will accompany me when I have friends visiting.  I will teach you how to accord yourself as a young lady and my companion.  I will also teach you how to dress properly, including the use of makeup.  Clean yourself up before bed.  My room is on the other side of yours, that door goes into my room so do not open it.  It will be convenient if I need you at night.  Grace's room is on the other side of mine."  He left her alone in the room, almost having to pull Grace's hand from Amy's, Grace's bashfulness getting the best of her. 

"Come along Grace, you will have your own room."  They passed by his room, opening the door to Grace's.  It was similar to Amy's, except more of a little girl flair to it.  The room was sprinkled with a wide selection of toys, dolls and stuffed animals.  Grace's eyes lit up when she saw the toys, having only one ragged doll herself.  She ran over and picked up a large doll, blonde hair hanging long down its back, dressed in a frilly dress.  "Do you like that doll Grace?"

"Yes, Sir," she murmured, her head looking down at the floor, almost afraid of looking at him.

"First we have to get you cleaned up.  You’re filthy and you don't want to get your new dolly all dirty, do you?"

"No Sir."

The room had a smaller bed in it, a dresser filled with underwear and nightclothes.  The closet was filled with short, little girl outfits.  A large chair and table was in the corner, just like Amy's room.  The chair was for the Judge while he was visiting them.  He went into the bathroom, put the plug in the tub, turned on the water, not hot, but warm, pouring some bath soap in the tub, bubbles already forming as the water hit them.  "The bath will be ready soon.  I will help you get ready."  The Judge moved over to the chair, having to move his cock in his pants as he sat down.  "Come here," he ordered her, the sound of his voice giving her no alternative except to obey.

She stood in front of him, afraid to get too close.

"You're going to obey me aren't you Grace?"

"Yes, sir.  What are you going to do?"

"I am going to make sure you are clean and I'm going to inspect you to make sure you are healthy.  Now come here, I am not going to discuss this any further with you."

She moved closer next to him, already seeing his large hands moving towards her.  She didn't know what to do; she was scared of him, but more scared of displeasing him and getting punished.

He looked at her, short brown hair, green eyes, and cute little freckles on her cheeks.  She really didn't smile much, but most orphans were that way, having little to be happy about.  She was very petite, no breasts forming yet, no hips or butt, just a skinny little girl.  She was wearing a button down top and a skirt that went almost to her ankles.  The clothes were slightly dirty, torn and very old.  He let his hand run along her face, seeing her eyes follow it.  "You're a lovely girl Grace.  You just need to be cleaned up and dressed properly.  I can show you how and help you.  It will be fun; I can show you how to play dress up.  You can dress up and act like a grown up.  I have many friends that will like that, many friends that like little girls like you."

"I never played dress up before," Grace said.  Feeling a little apprehensive, but it looked like it would be better here than at the orphanage.

He let his hand move down to the front of her blouse, his large fingers having trouble with the small buttons, impatient, almost tearing them as he unbuttoned them one by one, watching as her eyes followed his fingers.  He pulled the blouse back, her pale white skin clearly visible as he continued down until he reached her skirt, pulling her blouse from it, finally unbuttoning the last button.  His eyes stared at her chest as he slowly pulled the blouse back, her tiny pink nipples finally appearing, his cock jumping in his pants as he saw how pert they were.  They were just tiny bumps on her chest, a small light brown areola surrounding each of the pink tips.  He had to fight back the urge to grip them in his fingers, wanting to see if he could make them hard, but he didn't want to scare her, there would be lots of time to teach her.  "Let's slip this off and throw it away.  I have such lovely clothes for you," sliding it down off her arms and shoulders, Grace not the least bit embarrassed at being nude from the waist up.  He was sure when he got to her skirt and panties, it would change.  He gazed at her flat chest, tiny freckles spread throughout.

He sat down in the chair in front of her, pulling her forward so she was between his outstretched legs.  His hands went to her naked waist, his cock hard as the little girl stood before him, naked from the waist up, willingly submitting to be stripped by him, unaware of his intentions.  He let his hands slide down her hips, moving back to run over her butt, pulling her slightly forward.  "That's a good girl Grace," his hands gripping her cheeks tighter now, Grace still not moving and or even making any attempt to stop him.  His hands slid down the side of the skirt, gripped the material and began to pull it up, her naked spindly legs gradually revealed.  "You're such a lovely girl Grace," pulling her skirt up as he talked to her, calming her down as she shivered in front of him.  He watched as the skirt slid up, her little girl panties finally revealed, a dingy white pair of panties that were molded to her skin, two sizes too small.  He crunched the skirt in his hand so he could use the other to unbutton the waist.  It quickly opened, the Judge allowing the skirt to fall to the floor at her feet.

He bent down, "pull your feet out," he ordered her as she kicked the skirt over to the side.  He looked up, Grace now naked except for a pair of tight fitting panties.  He could make out her immature vulva, the gentle swell of her labia pushing out the panties in the front, the tight split of her lips visible as if the panties were attempting to split them apart.  He turned her, his hands on her hips, "turn around," he ordered her, Grace behaving as a doll.  He saw her cute butt, the tight panties pushed into her crack.  His hands smothered over her cheeks again.  He let his hands slide up her naked back, wanting her to get used to his hands running over her body, naked or not. 

"I'm going to slip your panties off now Grace," he warned her, seeing her tremble, her head looking down at the floor.  He gripped the edges of her thin panties and began to slide them down her hips, her hands gripped tightly at her sides.  His cock jumped when he saw her crack, pulling the panties lower until they slipped between her tightly clenched thighs, sliding them to the floor.  He couldn't wait, his hands returning to her naked ass cheeks, clenching his hand on her hot flesh, squeezing too tight, a tiny gasp from her lips.  "Hold still," he ordered her, his hand reaching down lower, sliding down her crack, moving towards the vee of her legs.  No, he had to wait, not wanting to scare her yet.  "I think the bath is ready, let's get you washed up," eager to wash her body thoroughly.  Her face lit up, anything to get away.

He watched as she walked into the bathroom, one hand between her legs, failing to know that with each step the Judge had a good view of her pussy from behind.  Soon he would teach her to spread open for his inspection.  She climbed into the tub; a quick glimpse of pink virgin flesh afforded him before she settled in, the bubbles covering her naked body, his cock throbbing.  She was barely visible beneath the bubbles, blowing on them, almost giggling.  He picked up a washcloth; the soft material would feel nice against her naked skin.  He sat at the edge of the bathtub.

"Do you like the bath Grace?"

"Yes, the bubbles feel funny and it's so nice and warm.  At the orphanage, we never had enough hot water."

"Let's get you clean now.  I'll wash you."  He dipped the washcloth in the water, lathering it with the soap.  He moved to her face, lightly touching it as she shut her eyes for him.  He had to scrub harder, the dirt almost permanent on her cheeks.  "Push your head backward, we need to wash your hair."  She allowed herself to be pushed back until her hair was covered.  He pulled her back up, applying shampoo, scrubbing her head, then a gentle rinse.  "Much better, now stand up so I can wash the rest of you."

It didn't even faze her, standing up in the tub, her chest naked again except for some suds.  His cock throbbed as he saw her naked vulva again, this time he would have the chance to touch her.  He lathered the washcloth again, moving to her chest, his hand trembling as he touched her.  He moved the washcloth over her nipples, feeling the material rubbing on the tip.  He could almost feel them getting harder as he made circular motions on her chest with the washcloth.  He saw her bit her bottom lip.  Could it be?  "Are you okay Grace?"

"Yes Sir" she stammered, almost afraid.  "It just feels funny."

"Where does it feel funny?"

"Here, on my chest and between my legs."

"These are your nipples Grace," his fingers gently running over them, seeing them getting harder with the touch.  "And that is your pussy."  He let his hand run down to her stomach, stopping just short of her pussy.  "Girls feel that way when they are touched.  It can feel much better than that.  I will show you how, but not now."  His hands returned to her nipples, running back and forth over the tips.  How he wished he could squeeze them tight and make her squeal!  He let the washcloth slide down over her stomach, seeing her shudder, sucking in her stomach as he moved lower.  "Turn this way," he ordered her, making her turn towards him in the tub.  "Now spread your legs Grace," he commanded her as if it was nothing out of the ordinary.  She was facing him now, his hand sliding lower, his large hand gripping her vulva with the washcloth.  He squeezed gently, gripping her sex in his hand.  She started to push backwards, his other hand reaching around to grip her ass cheek.  "Don't push back," he ordered her, his hand gripping her sex harder now.  "Yes, that's a good girl Grace," letting one finger slide between her tightly clenched pussy lips.  He let the washcloth slide up and down her slit.  "Does that feel good Grace?"  He could see her eyes closed, her lips clenched as she shivered before him.

She was afraid to answer, a strange tingling between her legs.  "Yes Sir.  It's wrong though," not sure why but sure that it was.

"Nonsense child.  Just because it feels good doesn't mean that it’s wrong."  He kneeled down next to her, her sex in his face.  He let his hand move over her pubes, clenching on it as he did, feeling her little body trembling as she stood there allowing the fondling of her body, unable to comprehend what the Judge was doing to her.  “Turn around now,” his hands guiding her until her back was to him, her tiny butt facing him.  “Spread your legs again, I need to wash you thoroughly,” he ordered her, Grace instantly obeying.  His cock jerked when her cheeks began to part, barely able to catch a glimpse of the dark, forbidden place between them.  He lathered up the washcloth again, his hand reaching in front of her, this time his naked hand gripping her sex, ready to hold her tightly when he began to wash her butt, paying particular attention to her anus.  “Hold still now,” his hand began to lather her cheeks; forcefully pushing them apart.  He slapped her ass, a shocked look on Grace’s face.  “Relax your cheeks Grace,” his voice commanded her.  “I need to wash between them.”

Her butt stung, having suffered spanking before.  But this one was different; she felt the tingling between her legs again.  She let her cheeks relax, feeling the Judge’s fingers return to peel them back, knowing how exposed she was as she shuddered when a finger touched her back there, a spot so forbidden she had never even seen it before.  The finger hurt, digging into her hole, rubbing the tiny opening with the washcloth, but his other hand gripped her sex like a baseball, his fingers tightly pressed into her pubes.  She could only move about, his hands controlling her forward and backward movement while he rubbed her tiny hole harshly.

“That’s a good girl,” one finger tapping at her anus, the other nestled between her immature labia, running up and down her slit as she stood, spread eagle before him, allowing his fondling of her young body.  He could almost see the change in her as he continued the fondling, her eyes closed tight, her hips began to move gently back and forth.  It was time to explore her body further, but not in the bathtub.  “Let’s get you rinsed off,” letting her sit back in the tub, splashing water on her, rinsing the soap from her body.  He let his hands run over her pink nipples, this time his fingers snapped at the tips, tapping them with his fingernails, seeing them swell from the touch.  “Out of the tub,” helping her out, watching between her legs as she swung over the edge of the tub, catching a glimpse of young, pink, pussy flesh.

He wiped her body with the white, soft towel, paying special attention to her nipples, rubbing the hardened tips with the towel, then moving down her back, touching her flat butt, moving down her legs.  He made her lift each leg as he kneeled before her, an excuse to dry her, but the glimpse of her little pussy almost made him cum in my pants.  “Into the bedroom now.  I’ll powder you like a young lady then dress you for bed,” his hand on her shoulder as he led her to the bed.  The white comforter was covered with stuffed animals, meant to make her comfortable even while he molested her body. 

She lay back on the bed, so trusting.  He grabbed the powder, moving towards her.  He stood next to her head, stroking her face, his cock throbbing in his pants only inches away.  The thought of her innocent mouth wrapped tightly around his thick cock excited him.  She would soon be taught the ways of fellatio, her pussy too small to take his cock for the time being, her mouth would have to suffice.  He poured some powder on her chest, his hands returning to the task of making the little pink nipples hard again.  Each time he touched them, he saw the confused look in her eyes as they hardened under his ministrations, his fingers plucking at them.  “Have you ever had anything leak from your nipples before Grace?”

“No,” she answered, embarrassed at even the sound of it. 

“I’m going to have to pinch them.  I have to make sure that they don’t leak.  It’s very important to check them on a young lady,” trying to make her as comfortable as possible for his fondling.  He loved to see a little girl squirm as he squeezed their immature breasts, often not able to cum until he pinched them harshly.  He took the pink tips in my fingertips, tightening his grip on them, seeing her upper body already begin to squirm as he tugged too tight.  “Does that hurt Grace?”

She opened her eyes, “yes Sir.”

“That’s good; it means that you have good nerve endings in them.”  He pulled on the hard tips, watching as they stretched from her flat chest.  He turned his fingers, twisting them harshly.  “And that?”

“It hurts Sir,” she managed to say, tears forming in her eyes as he tugged harshly on her nipples.

He released her nipples, seeing them red and swollen from his pinching.  “One more time,” he pinched her nipples in his powerful fingers and yanked her body up from the bed by them, her back leaving the bed, her nipples drawn far from her chest.  She closed her eyes again, her mouth clenched tight as she suffered the brutal fondling of her young breasts.

“It hurts Sir,” she cried out.  Her body slumped back to the bed as he released her nipples.

His hands returned to them, feeling her body jerk when he first touched them again, afraid his fingers were back to inflict more pain.  Instead, he gently rubbed the sweet smelling powder on the tips, his fingers gently rolling the tip between his fingers.  “Does that feel good Grace?  I want to make sure you feel good.”

It felt good, Grace already forgetting the cruel fingers that dug into her tips, the tingling returning to her chest and between her legs again.  “Yes Sir, thank you.”

Grace began to relax again as he spread the powder on her little naked body spread out on the bed before me.  He had to fight to leave her nipples, his hand sliding down on her stomach, rubbing the soft powder into her skin.  His hands inched closer to her immature vulva, rubbing powder on both sides of her lips, pinching them together with his fingers.  He moved down to the foot of the bed, grabbing one of her tiny ankles in his large hand and began to push out, his other hand pushing on the inside of one knee, bending her leg back and out, watching as her pussy slowly spread open for him.  “Keep your leg open like that for me,” he ordered her, his hands moving to the other side, repeating the action, her tiny legs spread open.  He powdered her silky thighs, his hands moving up and down them, moving closer to her pussy again.  He kneeled between her widely spaced thighs, bending down, his fingers on each side of her vulva.  “Relax now, I have to open you up to inspect you.  Keep your eyes open for me Grace,” wanting to see the look as she was fondled for the first time.

She had the cutest pink pussy that he had ever seen, also being the youngest one.  He had to struggle to pull her lips apart, her vagina tightly closed.  He let his fingers run up the inside of her lips, surprised that she began to get wet, ten year old girls are hard to get sexually aroused.  He used two fingers to keep her lips spread open, one finger poised at the entrance to her vagina.  “Does it burn here?”  His fingers rubbed around the tiny opening, her hole not even big enough for his pinky.  Her eyes widened, her hips began to move as he slowly circled the hole with his finger, pushing in as I did, seeing her vagina clenching on his thick digit.

“No Sir,” embarrassed, as she lay naked on the bed, her legs spread wide, the Judge rubbing her pussy.  His finger felt so big.

He continued to run his fingers over her pussy, sliding up and down the insides of her lips.  He put two fingers on the top of her pussy, slowly spreading back her clit hood, the tiny bud barely visible.  He tapped her clit, her hips jerking up in response.  “Did that hurt?”

“No Sir,” she trembled.  “It felt funny.”  He tapped again, her body jerking each time his finger touched the delicate bud.

He rubbed powder on her clit, her eyes opened wide in surprise at the feelings he was bringing out in her young body.  He grabbed the white stuffed dog from the edge of the bed, one in particular he had picked out for Grace.  It showed a dog, its head down on the ground, its butt sticking up in the air as if it was playing.  “Turn over onto your hands and knees.  Like this cute doggy,” putting the dog next to her head so she could see how I wanted her.  She was so cute, eager to please me.  She climbed over onto her knees, putting her head down, her face only inches from the stuffed dog.  He could see her cheeks part, her tiny anus snuggled beneath them.  He grabbed her hips, pulling her up higher.  “Like the doggy Grace.  Put your butt up in the air like the doggy.”  She complied, her head on the bed, her butt moving up higher.  “Good girl,” his hands moved between her partly spread legs, pushing outward on her inner thighs.  “Spread your legs for me Grace.”  He pushed more, seeing her scoot her knees over, each time his hand would urge her thighs further apart, each time she eagerly complied.  Her legs were now spread over three feet wide, knowing that it was probably hurting to keep them that wide, but seeing how eager she was to please him.  “Yes, like that, keep your butt up in the air for me.”  His hands moved down to her cheeks, fingers placed on each side of her anus, the tiny puckered hole barely visible.  She would have to be trained to take his finger inside her, his cock would soon follow, not wanting to tear her, but eager to feel her hot buttery insides clenching on his throbbing cock.  He had some opium that he would mix with her juice, making her complacent.  Only then would he sodomize her tiny asshole, his large cock would seek entrance into her virgin hole and push into her hot, tight little bottom, filling her bowels with his cum.

She laid there, her butt arched up for him, his fingers playing around her tiny anus.  Her hole began to spasm from the unnatural probing, his finger making her anus clench and unclench, dancing for his enjoyment.  He could see her squirming, unable to control herself, sure that she was clenching her anus tightly, afraid of having an accident.  He wet his finger and touched her anus, her body jumping, startled by the cold, wet finger touching her intimate hole.  He patted her butt gently, his other hand pushing his pinky finger against her straining hole.  “Does that burn Grace?”  He pushed harder, hearing her groan, her ass arching up higher almost as if she wanted the finger to enter her.

“NOO, Sir,” her voice trembling, her hips wagging back and forth, her legs still spread wide, her pussy and anus exposed to his fingers. 

He poured some powder on her anus, slowing spreading it around, his fingertip circling the clenching opening.  He lightly swatted her butt, seeing the shocked look as she turned towards him.  “Good girl.  Get up now.”  He pulled her naked body up.  He needed some relief, his cock ready to burst.  He didn’t want to scare her, not yet, but he needed to cum.

He sat down on the chair, motioning her over to him.  “Sit on my lap,” pulling her naked body onto his lap, her body so light as I pulled her onto his cock, her naked cheeks settling down on his cock.  He made it jerk, knowing that she could feel it beneath her.  “Can you feel that Grace?”

“Yes sir, what is it?”  She was so innocent.

“It’s my cock Grace.  I want you to sit on it for a few minutes.  It will make me feel good.  You want me to feel good, like I did for you, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir.”

She began to slide her back and forth over his cock, feeling her tiny bottom rub against his cock.  It wouldn’t take long, the little girl already pushing him to the brink.  His fingers went up to her pink nipples and began to pinch them.  She began to squirm, her cute little butt sliding faster and faster on his cock.  “Yes, like that,” pinching harder, seeing the anguish on her face as she gasped and jumped as the flesh of her budding nipples were pinched and pulled.

“That hurts Sir,” she begged.

“I’ll stop as soon as you make me feel good,” He gripped one of her nipples, and pressed fingers into it more firmly, twisting it until she moaned in pain.  That was all he needed, his cock began to throb and jerk beneath her, his fingers becoming more harsh as he began to cum, shooting a load of hot cum that quickly soaked her shorts, her cute bottom bringing about such a delightful orgasm, Grace not even understanding what she was doing, only happy that he finally released her nipples, his hands slowly moving her butt back and forth on his rapidly shrinking cock.  “Such a good girl to do that for me.”  He stood her up, taking a pair of panties, sliding the tiny garment over her hips, making sure that he pulled it tightly between her pussy lips and butt.  He pulled a nightshirt over her top, her nipples hidden from his view again.  “Into bed now.  You’ve been a good girl.” tucking her under the covers.  He bent down to give her a kiss, surprising her as his lips touched her, not on the cheek as she was expecting.  he felt her lips against his, her hot little breath breathing into his mouth.  His cock began to rise again when he felt her tongue on his lips, running over them, not sure what she was doing.  He let his tongue push into her mouth, feeling her open her lips wider to allow him to French kiss her, his tongue playing over her teeth before it found her tongue, dancing back and forth over it.  He pulled his lips from hers, seeing her eyes opened wide, her breathing ragged, unable to comprehend what had just happened.  “Good night Grace.  I’ll see you in the morning.  Tomorrow I will show you some new things.”  He turned off the light, leaving her confused.

The children ate a large breakfast, still filling their stomachs until they felt they were going to burst, apprehensive that this might be the last good meal and they would be sent back to the orphanage at any time.  Bill was assigned to help the gardener, enjoying working outdoors, the weather warm and sunny.  Grace and Amy were assigned to the kitchen, Amy already adept at cooking, having to help at the orphanage.  Grace was assigned to polishing the silverware, working diligently, wanting so hard to please the Judge.  She never mentioned what had happened last night, telling Amy that the Judge helped her bathe, but nothing else.

The day went quickly, Grace and Amy hardly seeing Bill except at dinner.  Meals were always fairly silent affairs, the orphanage teaching them to eat and leave the table.  That and there was an animosity between Amy and Bill.  "The Judge would like Amy and Bill in his library at seven o'clock tonight.  Be prompt, he does not like to be kept waiting.  Especially by children!"  The Judge’s butler stated it in a growling voice, his dislike for children readily apparent.

Amy grabbed Grace's hand and they went to their rooms, leaving Bill alone at the table.  Amy was afraid, the Judge’s comments about inspecting them scaring her, now with Bill there, it became even more ominous.  "Did the Judge do anything to you last night Grace?"

"No," Grace shot back quickly.  Though they had become good friends, Amy taking care of her for the last year, she was afraid of telling her what the Judge had done, not even sure if it was bad or not, but staying here was much better than the orphanage.  Anything was better than the orphanage.

Amy saw the dress when she entered her room, the black dress laid out on her bed for her.  She touched the material, a silk, almost feeling cold as she touched it.  She had never seen anything as beautiful as it.  Laid out next to the dress was a pair of nylons, black with a black seam running up the back.  She almost blushed when she saw the underwear, a black garter belt and black silk panties.  She had only seen things like this in magazines and then they were worn by rich sophisticated women, not little girls like herself.  She rushed into the bathroom, wanting to take a bath, the material too nice to put on a dirty body.  She had to hurry, not wanting to be late. 

She toweled herself off, looking at her naked figure in the mirror.  Her breasts were just beginning to form, still ashamed that she was fairly flat.  Her areolas a deep rich brown, encircling her pink nipples.  Her nipples were a different story, always having been large, they always seemed like they were hard, the rough material of her dress rubbing against them.  She supposed that’s what caused the trouble with Bill and his friend, always fighting the urge to blame herself for what happened.  Forget it, it's over, but someday she would get back at him.  She looked at the clock ticking away, rushing to get dressed.  She tried to hurry but had difficulty with the garter belt and the nylons, taking longer to figure out the way they worked.  She finally finished dressing, having trouble keeping her balance on the heels that were at the foot of her bed.  They were not very high, but she had never worn anything like them before, orphans were even lucky to have any shoes.  She tried to race down the hall, but she kept stumbling on the heels.  As she was going down the stairs, the grandfather clock in the living room rang out 7 o'clock, Amy panicked at being late. 

She opened the door to the library, out of breath.  The Judge glared at her, Bill already standing in front of his desk.  "Sorry Sir, I had a hard time getting dressed."

"We will discuss your lateness later.  Have a seat over on the couch while I attend to Bill."  He gave her a scowl, obviously disappointed at her.  "But you do look lovely Amy," a smirk showing on his face as he saw her sit down, the short dress riding high up her legs, catching a glimpse of the garter belt as she forgot to close her legs when she sat.

The Judge got up from behind the desk, his height overshadowing Bill, even though he had shot up at least two inches in the last year.  The rest of his body failed to keep up, becoming the typical skinny little boy.  "Now Bill, I know all about boys your age.  Always with a perpetual hard-on, your cock getting hard at the obscene thoughts that race through your head, your hand quickly masturbating yourself daily."  He looked at Amy, seeing the embarrassment in her eyes, yet she didn't look away, watching Bill.

"That will not be the case here.  I will have someone checking your bed and your underwear each morning.  If you should cum, you will be punished severely.  Young boys need to learn to control their sexual urges.  That will be my responsibility to teach you.  You will only masturbate if I give you permission and only if I am present.  Do I make myself understood?"  The Judge's voice was commanding, seeing Bill tremble.

"Yes Sir," looking over at Amy, seeing a smirk on her face.  Bitch, he thought.  Just the thought of Amy watching him had already made his cock hard, hoping that the Judge wouldn't notice.

The Judge moved closer to Bill, his hands moving to his face.  "Hold still, I'm going to check to make sure you are clean."  He let his hands run over his hair, moving down to his face.  He put a finger in the corner of his mouth.  "Open your mouth," Bill quickly complying.

Bill felt the Judge's finger push into his mouth, tasting the smell of cigar.  Another finger joined the first, one in each corner of his mouth as he strained to open wider.  He pushed his fingers in deeper, running around the inside of his cheek before he reached deep inside, grabbed his tongue and pulled it out.  Bill's eyes began to water, saliva running down his chin as he began to drool, his mouth stretched wide. 

"Keep your tongue out," the Judge pushing his fingers back into his mouth, this time three fingers of one hand pushing into his stretched lips, hearing a groan come from him.  "Head back," his fingers thrusting deeper into his mouth, seeing the frightened look on his face as the Judge's fingers reached the back of his throat.

"AAAAGGH," Bill choked, the Judge's fingers unrelenting, making him gag and choke, the fingers pushing into his throat.  The Judge held his head firmly, Bill having no choice but to swallow the thick, foul tasting fingers that entered his throat, his stomach heaving.  He almost threw up as the fingers finally left, drool running down his chin, choking and gagging.

"You'll learn how to swallow Bill.  Soon you'll learn to take things in your throat without choking," the thought of Bill sucking his cock making him hard.

He was afraid of what the Judge was talking about, fearing that the Judge would put his cock in his mouth.  Bill had one girl do it to him before, one of the younger orphans at the orphanage.  Bill and some of the other boys were always terrorizing the younger girls.  Many would do anything to get them to leave them alone, many not even realizing what they were doing.  The thought of doing it to another man disgusted him, not sure that he would be able to do it, even if forced.

"Take off your shirt," the Judge's hands already moving to the buttons, quickly opening them.  "Strip it off," impatient.  Bill complied quickly, seeing the Judge's impatience growing.  The Judge moved his hands up to his tiny nipples, two fat fingers gripping each one and twisting them.

"OOOW," Bill cried as his nipples felt like they were being torn from his body.  "Please don't," he begged but the smile on the Judge's face told him that he wouldn't stop.

The Judge pulled his fingers from Bill’s nipples, seeing them already red.  He snapped his fingernail across the tip, seeing Bill flinch from the sharp pain.  The Judge stared at him, eye to eye as his hand slid down, moving over the front of Bill's pants.  "Don't move," he yelled at him when he tried to pull away.  He clenched the front of his pants, feeling his hard cock beneath.  "Just as I said.  Your cock is always hard," making sure that Amy heard it.  His other hand reached around and grabbed his ass, wanting to make sure that he didn't try to move away.

Bill's cock jerked in his pants, not sure why the Judge's hand made it do it.  He shouldn't be touching him down there but he knew that he couldn't do anything about it.  The worse part was that Amy was watching him.  He turned red, afraid he would cum, the Judge's hand felt good, clenching and unclenching on his cock.  The Judge knew, he could see it in his eyes.

"You like your little cock being rubbed Bill?"  He clenched his cock tighter, almost bending it in half in his powerful hand, seeing the look of pain on Bill's face as he did.  He released it, "answer me."

"Yes sir," he murmured, not wanting Amy to hear.  It hurt when he bent it, his hand too strong.  The Judge unzipped his pants, the sound of the zipper so loud.  The Judge pulled the pants down until they were trapped at Bill’s feet.  Next came the underwear, the Judge eagerly pulling them down, Bill’s cock jutting out.  The Judge ran his hand up and down Bill’s cock, his other hand gripping his ass cheek.  Was he gay?  Is that why he liked the Judge's hand on his cock?  He looked over at Amy, a smile on her face, more of a smirk, liking the Judge's power over him.  She would love to get back at him.

"How about your balls Bill?  Do you want me to touch them?"  He didn't wait for a response, his hand slipping down lower, cupping his crotch.  "Like this?"  His hand gripped his balls, tightening on them.  "Spread your legs for me Bill, so I can squeeze your balls."

It hurt, hurt bad, his hands gripping him between the legs, feeling his balls gripped tightly by his fat fingers.  He shuffled his feet wider, bending his knees, anything to stop the pain.  "OOOHH," that hurts," he cried out.  "OOOOHHHH," the Judge twisting his balls.

The Judge felt his ball sack, feeling the twin balls floating around inside.  He gripped his fingers below them, trapping them into the end of the sack, making sure they wouldn't be able to shrink back in and escape his fingers.  He tightened, feeling the balls move to the end, stretching the skin tightly.  The two tender balls were trapped, waiting for him to inflict pain on them, feeling Bill tremble, knowing how vulnerable he was.  The Judge let the fingers of other hand snap at one of the balls, a thud resounded when it hit.  Bill's scream almost shook the room, his feet dancing on the floor, trying to double over in pain.  Another snap, this one to the other ball, brought forth a second scream, tears in Bill's eyes.

The pain was terrible, screams tore from his lips as his stomach cramped from the sharp pain in his balls.  He tried to escape but the Judge gripped his balls tighter, Bill afraid he would tear them off.  "No more!  Please!"  Bill begged, feeling the Judge continue to grip his balls.  "AAAGGH," he screamed, the Judge grabbed both of his balls in his palm, gripping it tight, feeling like he would crush them. 

The Judge gripped his cock with his other hand, releasing some of the pressure on his balls, his hand stroking the cock.  Surprisingly, Bill's cock was still hard.  Even the pain had failed to reduce his adolescent sexual desire.  He would stroke his cock, seeing it get harder, then grip his balls tighter, igniting a scream from Bill's lips.  "You must pay for the pleasure," his hand moving up and down his cock.  He let his fingertip run over the head, seeing it leak his adolescent cum, even the pain drawing out his pleasure, another quick squeeze of his balls dampening his urge to cum.

Bill was confused.  He was embarrassed, standing in front of Amy, naked except for his shoes and socks, his pants and underwear hanging around his ankles, making him feel more naked.  His legs were spread and the Judge had one hand crushing his balls painfully while his other stroked his cock, even better then he did.  The Judge made sure that his fingernail would run over his head, the sharp pain almost making him cum, his other hand giving him the cramps again, his tender balls crushed painfully.  Yet he felt like cumming if it wasn't for the Judge crushing his balls, knowing that he did that to make sure he didn't.  He had to cum, his balls aching.  "Please let me cum," he begged.  He looked out of the corner of his eye, Amy smirking as she watched him being sexually molested by the Judge, now even begging for satisfaction.

"Soon Bill, you must be patient.  I will tell you when you can cum.  First we must finish your inspection."  He released Bill, seeing the disappointment in his eyes as his cock wagged in front of him, still hard and unfilled.  He pulled him over to a low table.  "Get up on the table.  On your hands and knees.  I want that little ass up in the air."  A quick slap to his ass made his intentions clear.  "Amy, come over here.  You're going to have to help me."

"No, not her.  Please, send her away," all the while climbing on the desk, scooting forward on his hands and knees, knowing how open and exposed he looked from behind.

"Don't make me do anything," Amy begged, but the Judge was motioning her over, his stern glare giving her no option but to obey.  She moved behind them, seeing Bill on the desk, his ass pushed out, his balls hanging down from behind. 

The Judge brought over a jar of Vaseline, putting in on the table next to Bill's face, enjoying the look on his face as he realized its purpose.  "Amy, I want you to grab his balls.  Grip them real tight."  He moved her over to Bill, seeing the look on her face at the thought of touching him.  He gripped her hand, "like this," pulling her until her hand touched his balls, her hand jerking away at the first touch.  "I said grip them, do you want your punishment increased?"  Her hand relaxed, the Judge moving it back until she touched Bill’s balls, this time not moving away.  "Now squeeze it real tight.  Make sure his balls are at the end and can't escape." 

It felt strange touching his balls, the skin hanging.  The Judge moved her hand until his balls were in the end, feeling the twin balls.  She touched them, feeling Bill jump.  She tightened harder, seeing his butt begin to move trying to escape.  A moan escaped from his lips as she tugged her hand back until his balls were trapped in the end, her other hand squeezing one of his balls with two fingers, feeling the ball trying to move back and forth, her other hand tightening on it to prevent its escape.  She smiled when she saw him cringe in pain, liking the power she had over him.

The Judge noticed the change in her.  Instead of shrinking from the task, she seemed to try harder to make him groan in pain, her other hand now joining the first, squeezing and snapping his balls.  "If he tries to move, squeeze his balls real hard."  He moved next to Bill.  "Put your head down and stick your cute little ass up in the air Bill," taunting him.  He picked up the jar of Vaseline and unscrewed the top, watching as Bill's eyes followed his every movement. 

"What are you going to do?"  Bill was scared, Amy seemed to relish squeezing his balls.  And the position he was in left his butt open, the jar of Vaseline a precursor to his fate.  "OOOW," he moaned, Amy slapping at his balls, his stomach cramping.  He turned to give her a dirty look, seeing a smirk on her face.

The Judge went behind Bill, gripping his ankles.  "Spread your legs like a girl," he teased Bill, pulling out on his legs until they reached the edge of the table.  His hands moved between Bill’s thighs, pushing out on them until his ass cheeks began to part, his tiny anus exposed.  It was so small.  It would be painful, the stretching and tearing needed to make it available to his cock and his friends’, but the Judge would enjoy his cries of pain.  "Put your head down on the table and push your ass up in the air Bill.  I'm going to finger your tight little asshole."  The Judge looked between his legs, noticing that Bill's cock was still hard.  "If you be a good boy and hold still, I'll let you cum."

Amy squeezed his balls, loving the way his body jerked.  She liked the control she had over him, able to control him with just a gentle squeeze of her hand.  She saw the Judge move behind him, his finger glistening with the Vaseline.  She tightened her grip on his balls, knowing that he would try to jerk away once the Judge slipped a finger up his ass, knowing that it would hurt his balls when he did.

Bill felt the cold finger of the Judge playing around his anus, circling it before applying pressure.  He could feel his anus begin to quiver, the touch strange.  "OOHHH," he cried, the finger suddenly shooting inside his anus, his anus unable to stop the slick finger.  He tried to pull away, only to be pulled back by his balls, Amy making sure that he felt the maximum amount of pain, his stomach cramping, his asshole now joining to mix with the pain.  The finger felt strange entering his rectum, the Judge moving it around, massaging the muscles, his cock twitching.  It burned, but not as bad as he thought it would, the Vaseline slick enough to allow his fat finger to move easily.

"It seems Bill likes his little asshole fingered," noticing the way his cock bobbed, sure he could make him cum with just his finger in his asshole.  He moved in deeper, twisting and turning his finger, making sure that Bill felt his knuckles running harshly over his anal tract, Amy's hand gripping his balls to keep him in place.  He heard him moan in pain, but it was Amy doing it, her hand squeezing his balls, twisting them, inflicting as much pain as she could.  The Judge pulled his finger until it was almost all the way out, put his other finger along side of it and pushed, watching his tiny anus stretch to accept two fat fingers, the skin stretching until his fingers popped in.  This time he was greeted with a scream from Bill's lips, Amy yanking him back onto the Judge's finger by his balls as he began to cry from the pain.

"What a nice tight little asshole Bill," twisting his fingers as he begin to push them in deeper, Bill's sobbing getting louder as his asshole had to stretch wide to take the two fat fingers.  "Take them deeper Bill," feeling his asshole fight his fingers, trying to push them out but the Judge too powerful.  He pulled the fingers out until only his anus gripped them, then plunged them back in, another fainter scream tore from his lips.

Bill couldn't believe the pain, his asshole felt torn and bleeding, his balls were cramping his stomach, Amy cruel and harsh with his balls, relishing his pain.  The fingers began to push in and out, twisting and turning as they did.  Bill just couldn't understand it, his cock was jerking and jumping, feeling like it was going to explode, feeling so long and hard. 

"I think our little Bill deserves to cum now Amy.  I want you to be a good girl and stroke his cock until he cums."

"No, don't make me do that," she begged, humiliated to have to make Bill cum.

"I won’t tell you again Amy, you already have one punishment coming, don't make it worse.  Now stroke his cock like a good little girl and make him cum."

Amy had no choice, her other hand reaching for his cock, her hand wrapping around it, but not before she squeezed his balls hard, hearing him groan in pain.

That was all Bill needed.  Amy's soft hand on his cock made him cum, spewing hot ropes of it out to land on the table beneath him.  She released his cock immediately, Bill reaching back to pump it again, another load of thick cum falling on the table.  Meanwhile the Judge was stimulating his asshole, massaging his muscle as he came, the orgasm the best he had ever felt.

The Judge slapped his ass, "You can get up now Bill and get dressed.  Come back tomorrow at the same time and I will see if I will let you cum.  Amy, you stay, you still have to be punished.

Bill dressed quickly, not even looking at Amy, too embarrassed, his cum still on the table.

"Before you leave Bill, I want you to lick up the cum on the table.  NOW!"

Bill rushed over to the table, bending over, licking the desk.  It wasn't as if he had never tasted it before, having licked his fingers many times after cumming.  It was just humiliating to have to do it in front of Amy.  He quickly finished and left the room, the door slamming behind him happy to leave Amy to her fate.

The Judge got a chair and brought it into the center of the room, a large wooden chair with no arms.  He sat in it, motioning for Amy.  "Over here, I want you over his lap.  You're going to be spanked."

Amy, resigned to her fate, walked over.  It wasn't as if it was the first time, the orphanage spanking the children and even worse, belts and canes used on the truly unworthy.  She was just afraid of the short black dress she was wearing; afraid it would ride up too high when she was over his lap.  She stood next to him, his hands out eagerly awaiting her.  "I won’t be late again Sir," she begged, but he grabbed her hand and pulled her over, scared as she felt how large his hand was, sure the spanking would hurt.

"Over my lap little girl," pulling her until she was pushed against the edge of the chair, his hand on the small of her back, pushing down.  "Down you go Amy."  He watched as her ass rose up, feeling her touch him as she settled down, his cock popping up to strain his pants.  He almost moaned as she lay over his lap, her abdomen pushed against his hard cock.  He made it jerk, loving the expression on her face when she felt it, too embarrassed to say anything.  He looked down, the short dress riding up high, the top of her stockings visible, her pink flesh of her thighs looking so delectable.  The thought of slapping or whipping her tender inner thighs while she spread her legs for him excited him.  He let his hand roam over her back, moving down to the small of her back, wanting her to get used to his touch.

It scared her when his penis jumped beneath her.  Was he cumming as Bill just did?  His hand began to roam over her back, smoothing down her dress as he moved down her back.  Where would he stop?  "OOOOOW," she yelled as his hand struck her ass, slapping her right cheek hard, his large hand able to engulf the whole area of her cheek, the flesh beginning to sting.  He let his hand linger on her cheek, Amy afraid of saying anything, afraid of even more severe punishment.  Some of the girls at the orphanage had complained of the men touching them inappropriately, the result was that they were usually caned for lying; suffering the fondling was a less painful alternative.  "OOOOWW," she cried, her other cheek now aching.  The Judge was strong, his slaps to her cheeks hurting.  His hand returned to fondling her again, this time his hand was on her ass, rubbing her cheeks.

"Hurts don’t it?" he commented as her felt her cheeks.  Her butt was just beginning to fill out, not as bony and flat as Amy's.  "You seemed to enjoy squeezing Bill's balls today.  Do you dislike him?  You look like you were getting revenge on him."  He slapped her ass hard again, feeling her jerk up before settling back down on his cock again, each time she slid on it.

"Yes it hurts Sir," knowing that men like to hear them say it, it seemed to make them happy to inflict pain on them.  "I hate Bill," she blurted out.

"Yes, I saw that, how come?"  His hand continued to rub her cheeks, letting her dress slide farther up her legs, her naked thighs now clearly visible. 

"He's a bully.  He and his friends pick on the younger girls."  Another sharp slap, Amy biting her lip, bearing the pain, his fondling continuing again.  She could feel that her dress was sliding up farther, squirming around on his lap, hoping that it would slide back down.  All it did was make his cock jerk harder against her abdomen.

"Did he ever pick on you?"  He enjoyed her squirming; his cock feeling like it would burst out of his pants.  He would have to visit Grace soon.

"Yes.  He trapped me in an empty classroom one day, him and one of his friends.  They threatened me if I didn't do what he wanted."

"What did he want you to do?"  He slapped her ass, both cheeks this time, wanting her to squirm on his lap again, pleased when her abdomen pushed down onto his cock, his hips rising up to rub against her. 

"He made me take off my panties in front of them.  Then he made me spread my legs and show him my sex.  He wanted me to masturbate in front of them, but I jumped up and ran away.  He's been trying to catch me again since then, but you adopted us."  Her ass really began to sting now, the Judge slapping harder, seeing that he was enjoying her squirming, hitting her to entice the behavior.  She began to rub her abdomen against his cock, anything was better than the constant spanking.  She felt his fingers become more insistent on her ass, grabbing her cheeks as she rubbed against him.  She could feel his cock jerking against her stomach.  It felt so big and hard.

The Judge was enjoying her squirming, knowing that she was trying to please him.  But she would have to do better than that in the future.  First she would have to be spanked, making sure she remembered in the future the price of disobedience.  Then, she would be taught to submit to anything.  He slapped her ass again, his large hand raising up and smashing down on her ass, both cheeks receiving the brunt of his spanking.  He enjoyed the tiny yelps from her as she tried to hide the pain, but her cute little butt would rise up and down in pain each time.  He let his hand slide down farther over the gentle sway of her buttocks, down to the bottom of her skirt, pulled up high by her squirming.  He touched her naked thigh, her body jerking, her head turning quickly in surprise, her hand reaching up to push his hand out of the way.

He surprised her.  Her ass hurt, his hands strong, leaving a burning as they left.  Then suddenly his hand slid down over her butt, touching her naked thigh with an electric touch that ran through her body.  She looked at him, surprised, her hand naturally coming up to stop him. 

He slapped her hand, brushing it aside as if it were a bug.  He saw the shocked look on her face.  "Don't you dare defy me."  He let his hand slide back down, her legs tightly clamped together as he felt her silky thighs.  Though she was still young, her thighs were smooth and fleshy, letting a finger trail up and down her tightly clenched legs, feeling her tremble from his touch.  "Much better Amy, now you’re learning how to be a good girl."  He let his hand wander further, moving up and down her thighs, pushing her skirt out of the way.  His hand moved back up to her butt, this time her skirt shoved aside, her black panties clearly visible now.  Her cute little butt, still a bit bony, not quite filled out, stuck up, his cock jerking beneath her. 

He wasn't even using any pretext, his hand now clearly molesting her, her skirt pushed aside as he rubbed her flesh.  She bit her lip as he continued, knowing that he could see her panties, her legs clenched tightly together, preventing him from touching her sex.  His finger stopped on her butt, moving down to the vee of her legs, her pussy pushed up from behind, even with her tightly clenched thighs. 

He tapped her pussy, hearing her gasp in surprise, his finger pushing in.  He felt her wetness, her secrets now revealed.  "Did you enjoy punishing Bill?  It seems your little pussy is wet."  He let his finger run up and down between her legs, feeling how wet her silky panties were. 

"No!”  Amy cried out, suffering the fondling of her most intimate sex.  But she knew it wasn't true.  She hadn't expected him to touch her like this, revealing her secret.  She had gotten excited when she was able to get back at Bill, especially when she squeezed his balls and made him squeal.  She liked the control, disappointed when the Judge let Bill cum.  She saw how he disliked the Judge’s fingers stuck up his ass, Amy making sure that she squeezed his balls extra hard.  If she said no, would he not let her do it again? 

The Judge let his hand slide up and down her cheeks, running along her crack, feeling her shuddering.  "Are you sure you don't want me to let you play with him again Amy?"  He knew she was lying.  He just wanted to make her beg, and be willing to do anything to be allowed to do it.

"Can I?"  She answered quietly, not even looking up, her face red in shame at having to ask.

"Can you what Amy?"  He wanted her to say it.

"Can I punish Bill?"

"Do you want to squeeze his balls Amy?  Maybe twist his cock.  You want to do some ball and cock torture on little Bill.  Tie them up and squeeze them hard until he screams?" 

"Yes Sir," she answered, her pussy getting wet just at the thought of it.

The Judge let his hand slide back down to her pussy, feeling how wet she was getting.  "Open your legs, let me feel how much you want to."

He wanted her to open herself up to him, let him touch her pussy.  It was bad enough from behind, now he wanted her legs spread so his hands would be free to roam over her sex.  But she wanted so bad to punish Bill.  She let her legs part, feeling the Judge's hand move down quickly.

"More Amy, be a good girl and spread them more."  He wanted to get his whole hand between her legs, to squeeze her pussy just as she did to Bill's cock and balls.  He watched as she obeyed, his hand gripping her sex from behind, her ass jumping up, a tiny shriek from her mouth.  He gripped her tight, his large hand easily able to grip her from behind.

"OOOOHH," she shrieked.  His fingers slid between her lips, his fingers trapped. 

"Now that's good Amy.  Would you like to play with Bill's asshole too?  He didn't like that very much.  He would really hate it if you did it."  He let his finger slide up and down her slit, feeling her hips begin to move, riding his thick finger.

"Yes, but I don't have to use my finger, do I?"  She wanted to do something he hated, but she didn't want to put her finger up his backside as the Judge did.

"No, I have some very large dildoes made out of ivory.  They look just like a cock, but they are fake.  Some are very big.  You would have to put them on with a strap.  Just like you had a cock.  And you would have to fuck him with it.  I'm sure that it would hurt him and would make him scream nicely."

"Yes!"  She humped his finger, her pussy soaked at the thought of fucking him, just as he would have liked to do to her. 

"I could let you.  But what do I get out of it Amy?"  Now, the time of reckoning, what would she be willing to do?

His finger felt so good, better than when she masturbated.  What did he want from her?  "What do you want?"  She was afraid of the answer.

"I want to play with your body when you play with his.  If you are willing to let me, I will let you do whatever you want to him.  In fact, I will have him bound for you.

God, she thought she would cum.  Having him naked and bound, the thought of fucking him and making him scream.  "Yes, you can.  You won’t hurt me as I'm going to do to Bill, will you?

"No Amy, though if you fuck him in the ass, you are going to have to take my cock up your ass at the same time.  It's only fair."

"NO!  NO!"  She barked back.  She couldn't let him do that to her.  "You can play with me, but I can't take your cock in my asshole."  She couldn't control her trembling, blurting out the nasty words in protest.

The Judge let his finger play along her slit, seeing her hips humping up and down as he fondled her cute little pussy.  He let his other hand run over her cheeks, his fingers squeezing them as she humped up.  "Now, now Amy.  You want to get back at Bill don't you?  I have a really big, black ivory dildo.  It has a big head on it, just like a real cock.  I'd strap it around your waist, just as if you had a cock.  It's so much bigger than my cock.  Can you imagine how much he will scream when you tear that into his tiny asshole?"  He let his finger play up and down the crack of her ass as he continued to play with her pussy.  He pushed in with his finger, finding her tiny anus tight between cheeks.  He could feel it pulsating beneath his fingertips. 

She felt him touching her back there, his other finger driving her ass up.  She couldn't let him do that to her, she couldn't.  It felt strange, his fat finger pressed against her anus, feeling her panties sliding in.  "Please don't," she begged, but she couldn't stop him, the other finger feeling good.

The Judge smiled, pressing his finger in deeper, feeling her anus slowly begins to expand, her panties straining as he pushed them inside.  "I'll be real gentle with you Amy.  I'll lube you up so my cock will slide in real easy, not as you'll do to Bill.  You'll barely feel it," he lied.  Her hot tight asshole would bring so much pleasure to him.

It burned, his finger pushing inside her anus.  She could feel her anus spreading wider.  Is this how it would feel when he put his cock inside her asshole?  She just had to do it, the thought of Bill screaming as he shoved the dildo in, her hand squeezing his balls, forcing him to push the dildo in deeper.  "Okay," she mumbled.

"What?"

"I said okay."  Resigned to the fact, the thought of punishing Bill exciting her more then the fear of having the Judge's large cock up her asshole.

"Good girl," he stopped pushing with his finger, his other finger underneath her rubbing up and down her slit.  He stroked her ass, his cock jerking in his pants at the thought of sodomizing pretty little Amy.  "You can get up now Amy.  You took your punishment well.  I have a treat for being such a good girl."  He watched her get up, pushing down her dress.

"Over here in the light," he ordered her, a light from overhead shining straight down in the position he wanted her.  He pulled over a chair, putting her into the position he required.

"What is the treat?"  She was almost afraid to ask.  The treat was probably for him, not her she suspected. 

"I am going to let you cum tonight.  Just like I did with Bill.  You'd like that, wouldn't you?  I'll help you; I will masturbate your pretty little pussy until you cum all over my fingers."  He loved teasing her, humiliating her, seeing her face already red in shame.

"No, that's okay," but she knew that he wanted to do it, it was his treat. 

He moved closer to her, his hands moving down to the bottom of her dress.  “Let’s look at those lovely thighs again."  He pulled up the dress slowly, the stockings slowly revealing the garter belt, her smooth, white thighs becoming visible.  "Look at me," seeing her trying to look away, her face almost beet red at the thought of being masturbated by him.  He lifted up her dress higher, her black panties revealed, the front showing the wet spot where Bill's punishment had aroused her so well.  "Hold up your dress," he ordered her, her hands moving down to grip the dress, trembling as she allowed him full access to her sex. 

Their breathing was the only sound in the room , the Judge’s in excitement, Amy's in humiliation, her tiny breasts rising up and down as her chest heaved, ready to burst into tears.

The quietness was broken by the loud knocking on the door, Amy dropping her dress back down.  The Judge got up from the chair.  "Don't move from that spot, I will be right back."

She could hear voices talking in the hallway, two loud booming male voices.  The door opened again, the Judge returned followed by a police officer, his gun around his waist, hand cuffs hanging from his belt.  She wanted to run away, but she feared further punishment.

"This is our police chief," he said to Amy.  "Have a seat over there Chief.  I just have to finish something first.  This is Amy, I just adopted her.”

"Hello Amy, you sure are a pretty thing.  I haven't seen anything that pretty since I caught that 13 year old runaway last year.  She spent a couple of days in my jail.  I don't think she will run away again.  I showed her some nice hospitality and she showed me the pinkest pussy I've seen in a long time."

The Judge laughed at Amy’s shocked look, "I just have to masturbate Amy and make her cum.  You're welcome to watch.  Lift up your dress again Amy," he ordered her.

"No, please, not in front of him," her eyes beginning to tear up.  It was bad enough that the Judge was going to masturbate her, now the Chief was going to watch.  She looked at the Judge, his stern look giving her no alternative, her hands reaching down and pulling her dress up again.  The Judge finally nodded to her when it was high up, her panties completely uncovered now.

"Spread your legs a little for me Amy," his hands already moving to find the naked, tender flesh of her inner thighs, feeling her silky skin as she let her legs part hesitantly.  He liked the look of the black panties highlighting her white skin.  He moved up to the vee of legs, his finger teasing her, running along the edge of her panties, pushing the thin fabric to the side as he moved up and down.  He put his fingers on the side of her pussy, feeling her tremble, a sudden whoosh of air released from her lips as he intimately touched her pussy.  He pulled outward, seeing her slit spreading open, the black panties already soaked, her lips outlined sharply beneath them.

"Yes, such a lovely little pussy Amy."  He let a finger run up and down her slit, pushing her panties between her lips, her juices soaking it quickly, her lips pressed tightly against his finger. 

She could barely breathe, the Judge's fingers igniting such intense feelings in her body.  She spread her legs wider, anything to make the feelings greater.

"She has a cute ass, but I can't see much with her skirt down in the back," the Chief mentioned.

"Lift your skirt in the back Amy.  She's still a little young, her butt is not quite tight and full yet, but is still very lovely.  Real high now Amy."

She pulled her skirt up in the back, not even sure why she had it on any longer, offering no protection from their prying eyes. 

"Yes, it is very lovely.  I can see that delicious crack.  The thought of her tiny anus nestled so tightly between her cheeks is making my cock hard," the Chief said, his hand reaching down to touch his cock. 

Her attention was drawn back to the Judge, his fingers gripping her sex in his big hand, squeezing hard forcing her to spread her legs wider, giving him greater access to her unprotected sex.  She could feel one of his fingers pushing between the petals of her sex, sliding tightly between the lips of her pussy.  He began to rub it up and down, Amy fighting the desire to move her hips back and forth, ashamed that she was getting aroused by his masturbation.

"Yes, such a nice wet pussy you have Amy," commenting on the way her hips began to rock back and forth on his finger.  He let his finger slide up higher, hearing her gasp as he felt her clit beneath the silky panties.  "I think we need to slip these off of you Amy.  I want to feel your wet, hot little pussy.  And I'm sure the Captain would love to see your naked ass."  He began to pull her panties down, gripping the waistband and letting them slide down slowly.

Her hands slid down, grabbing his.  "NO!  NO!"  She didn't want to be stripped naked in front of them.  She didn't want them to be the first ones to see her naked. 

The Judge slapped her hands away.  "Put your hands back up Amy.  I won't tell you again."

She turned red in shame as her hands went back up, her panties slowly being slid down over her hips, the Judge's hands moving slowly, making sure that her embarrassment was slow and painful.

"Just a hint of pubic hair," his finger rubbing over the tiny, light colored hair.  He pulled one, hearing her yelp in pain.  "Maybe I will pluck your pubic hair out one at a time if you are naughty," laughing.  "Now spread your legs real wide for me.  And leave your skirt up in back.  Let the Captain see your naked ass."

She had no other choice, her legs parting reluctantly, her face red in shame as they stared at her almost naked body.  She shuddered when his hand returned, touching her naked pussy, the first time a male had touched her there.  Even with Bill, he had only made her masturbate, never touching her.  "OOOHH," she moaned quietly, not wanting them to hear her arousal.  But she couldn't help it, his finger felt good.  She felt his other hand grab one of her pussy lips too tightly, pulling it open, knowing how exposed she was to him.  His other finger ran up and down her inner lips, her wetness increasing as his fat finger moved from the top of her pussy back down again. 

The Judge moved her closer, his hands reaching around behind her.  He gripped her ass cheeks, his fingers digging into her flesh, pulling them outward.  "Look at that tiny asshole," he exclaimed to the Captain.  "Nothing has ever been in there before.  Yet!"  He laughed, her head hung down in shame at being to rudely exposed, the pull of her buttocks aching, sure that she would soon tear if he continued.

"Such a delicious looking hole.  Wonder how she would like to have it, tongued, or sodomized?  My last runaway screamed so loud when I stuck my cock up her backside.  Squirmed around like a fish, making it a very enjoyable fuck."

The Judge released her cheeks, hearing her gasp in relief.  "Now cum for me Amy.  Or else I will let the Captain at your little anus."  His fingers went back to her pussy, spreading her lips apart again, her pink insides still wet with her juices.  "Legs apart, real wide like a big girl."  He watched as she spread them wide, sure that it was hurting but wanting her to submit to his every command, teaching her to do anything to please him.

His finger circled her vagina, Amy rising up on her toes as he pressed inward, the strange fingers not entirely unpleasant, Amy afraid of losing her virginity to this older man.  She bowed her legs out as his fat finger pushed in deeper, rubbing around the tight opening.  His other hand moved up her slit, pushing back her clit hood roughly, his calloused fingertip rubbing harshly over her sensitive clit.  When she played with herself, she was always gentle, her smooth fingers touching her lightly.  The Judge was harsh; his fingertips pinching her clit, making her jerk her hips, his other finger pushing in and out of her vagina until she yelped when he banged against her hymen.

"OOOOW, please don't," she begged.  She wanted to save herself for her first young lover, not to lose her virginity while being masturbated and watched by two old men.

"Nice tight little cunt Amy.  I like the way you hump my finger," pushing upward on his finger, banging against her hymen again, Amy rising up on her toes real high now.  "Now cum for me or I'll bust your cherry right now," he ordered her. 

She closed her eyes and concentrated, forcing herself to imagine that it was a strong lover that was doing this to her, wanting to cum to end the forced masturbation.  "MMMM," she moaned, her pussy gripping the fat finger, her hips beginning a gentle fucking motion, back and forth.  His finger felt softer, not sure if it was her imagination or reality, tugging at her clit, feeling the bud swell in arousal.  "MMMM," she moaned again, "yeess."

The Judge could see that she was ready, ready to cum on his fingers.  He couldn't wait to taste her sweet juices.  He let his finger swirl around her wet pussy, his other finger pulling on her clit as her hips swung from side to side.  "Yes, Amy cum all over my fingers," pinching her clit harder, his finger pushing out her pussy, stretching her tiny hole. 

"OOOOHHH," she cried, trying to smother her orgasm, her legs weak, afraid she would fall down, afraid that his finger would puncture her hymen if she did.  "Oh, God," her body shuddering and shaking as she came.  It wasn't like before when she masturbated.  This was different, a powerful feeling that overtook all of her sense, not even caring who was watching, or maybe it making it a bit more exciting knowing that these men were forcing her to cum while they watched her.  The finger twisted inside her, spreading her open wider, imagining what it would feel like to have a cock inside her as she came.  The finger kept twisting and pulling her clit, the sensitive bud now swollen, his harsh touch much different then her gentle touch.  "AAAWWW," a final orgasm running through her body, a coat of sweat glistening on her half naked body.  She looked down, his finger sliding out of her pussy, the fat finger covered with her juices.

The Judge put his finger in his mouth, letting his tongue run over the sweet taste of her virgin body.  "I love the taste of a virgin.  You may go to your room now Amy.  You were a very good girl.  And tomorrow you may punish Bill as you requested.  Just remember what you are willing to give up to do it."

Amy let her dress fall back down, not even picking up her panties, running from the room, her face red in shame, her eyes down on the ground, not wanting to see their look or even think about what she would have to submit to in order to punish Bill.  It would be worth it, to see him squirming in pain under her hand, his balls and cock crushed by her fingers, his ass pierced by her large dildo.

"That was very enjoyable Judge.  Here are the papers for you to sign.  When you break her in, I would love to fuck her, especially that cute little asshole.  I love it when they fight back and squeeze your cock so nicely.  And their screams almost make me cum."

"I will invite you back once I break her in.  As I said, I also have a nice ten year old, Grace.  Very submissive and loves to please.  Now she is going to be tight.  Well, goodnight Captain.  I have to get Grace ready for bed," winking at the Captain as he showed him out.

The Judge walked up the stairs, moving his hard cock in his pants, eager for Grace to give him the relief he sought.  He went to his room, taking off his clothes and slipping into a bathrobe, his cock jutting out the front.  He walked down the hall, seeing Grace's door partly opened, eager for some relief.

He entered the room and was pleasantly surprised.  Grace was sitting on the bed, her hands at her sides, her feet hanging over the edge, a big smile on her face.  And she was stark naked.  Her little nipples were poked out in the cold air of the room. 

"Good evening Sir.  I'm ready for my bath," she purred at him.

"Yes you are Grace.  Such an obedient little girl."  He moved closer to her, looking down, her pussy slit partly hidden from his view.

"I want to please you Sir."  She stood up, her legs parted slightly, her bald slit revealed to him.  She saw the bulge in his robe.  Is that what was poking her butt when he made her rub against him?  It looked huge, almost as big as her arm.

He lightly tapped her cute butt, "I will teach you how to please me," moving towards the bathroom.  He watched as she walked, her naked cheeks so enticing, the dark slit in the rear hiding her tiny anus.  "Into the bath."

She got in, not even conscious that she should be embarrassed to be so naked in front of him.  She sat down in the bubble bath, her nipples partly concealed now. 

The Judge soaped up a washcloth and began to apply it to her chest, paying special attention to rubbing her nipples.  He could feel them getting harder, moving the rough washcloth back and forth over them.  He saw them poking out, little pink erasers, fighting the urge to suck them into his mouth or pinching them.  "Stand up," he ordered her, seeing her pussy before his eyes as he knelt near the tub.  "Spread your legs for me Grace," he urged her.  He moved the washcloth between her legs, gripping her sex with the rough material, Grace spreading her legs wider as he began to move it up and down.  He made sure that it pushed between her pussy lips, seeing the look on her face as she was rubbed back and forth.  He let the washcloth fall into the tub, his fingers seeking out her slit.

It felt strange, the washcloth rubbing up and down her sex.  Now his finger replaced it, softer, but more urgent in spreading apart her pussy lips to run up and down her slit.  She had played with herself before.  While she never had an orgasm, the experience was very satisfying, a strange tingling in her body as she touched herself.  It was more extreme with the Judge, unable to control the hand, forced to endure whatever he desired to do to her.

"Turn around," he ordered her.  Seeing her cute, tiny butt.  He picked up the washcloth again, soaping it up.  "Spread your cheeks open for me," his cock almost busting out of his robe as her tiny hands spread apart her cheeks, seeing her turn away from his gaze.

She let her hands pull apart her cheeks, ashamed at him looking at her backside like this.  She shivered when the washcloth began to run up and down her hole back there, sliding harshly over her opening, feeling a strange flutter, almost afraid she would have an accident, fighting the urge to clench her cheeks.  She could feel her hole pucker open and close.  She shuddered again as the Judge dropped the washcloth, his finger returning again, this time rubbing back and forth over her hole.

Her anus was so small, barely big enough for his tiny finger, let alone his hard cock that he would stick up inside her.  She would have to be stretched gradually, each night she would have to be lubricated and her anus slowly stretched wider and wider by his fingers or a probe, taking larger and larger ones until she was finally ready to be sodomized by him.  He saw her hole pursing in and out as he touched it, her little body shaking as he touched her so intimately.

"Out of the tub," toweling her off quickly, eager to have her make him cum, his cock throbbing.  They went into the bedroom.  "Would you like to please me tonight, Grace?"  He already knew her answer.

"Yes, sir.  Do you want me to sit on your lap and rub up and down while you pinch my titties?"  She smiled as she stood in front of him naked, eager to please him.

He sat on her bed, leaning back against the pillows.  "I will show you something different tonight Grace.  Come, lay next to me."  She scampered across the bed, The Judge catching glimpses of her pink pussy as she moved.  He pulled her close to him, pushing her head downward so her head was nestled on his stomach.  "See the bulge in my robe Grace?  Your pretty little body caused that.  Seeing you naked makes my cock hard.  I want you to open up my robe and see my cock."

She did as she was ordered, gasping as the large cock popped out of the flimsy garment.  It was almost as big as her arm, a dark red, the helmet almost purple, an eye in the center of it.  It looked over a foot long, thick blue veins running up the sides, two large sacks underneath it.

“I want you to touch it,” he ordered her.  He waited, his cock throbbing, jerking up and down in the expectation of her soft hands.  He didn’t have to wait long, Grace snuggling up closer, one hand hesitantly reaching out. 

She touched it, pulling her hand back as it jumped, startled at the sudden move.  She touched it again, this time expecting the movement, feeling the cock jump in her hand.  It was hot and pulsating.  She could almost feel a pulse in it as it throbbed in her palm.  She could just barely circle it with her hand, pressing on it tightly.

The Judge thought he would cum at her touch, her tiny, soft hands touching his cock so lovingly.  “Yes, such a good little girl.  Now keep your hand around it, but stroke it up and down,” he instructed her.  She obeyed instantly, the friction from her hand pulling his skin up and down as she began to masturbate him.  “MMMM, yes, that is so nice Grace.  Higher up, the head is very sensitive; your fingers will feel so nice there.”

She let her hand move up and down, gripping it tightly as she did, feeling it jerk when she ran her hand along the rim of the head.  She looked down, a tiny drop leaking out the head.  Was he cumming?  “Should I stop?”

“No, not yet,” the Judge answered quickly.  “Up and down.  You’ll know when to stop.”  He leaned back, looking at the little girl that was stroking his cock like a two-dollar whore.

The Judge seemed pleased at her, Grace continuing to run her hand up and down the thick, hard cock.  She began to use two hands, squeezing his cock tighter, sliding up and down the pulsating flesh.  More fluid leaked from the head, sticky and hot as her hand ran over the hole in the top, her hand picking up some of the sticky substance.

“God, you are so good Grace.  Long strokes Grace, all the way up to the head,” he instructed her.  He wouldn’t be able to last much longer, his session with Amy bringing him to the brink.  He reached over, pushing her face down towards his cock, feeling her breath on his cock, her face only inches from it.  He felt his cum shoot up from his balls as if it were in slow motion.  Her hand milked the cum from his balls as it rubbed his cock up and down faster and faster.

It felt like it was getting bigger.  Something was going to happen, Grace not sure, her hands continuing the gentle masturbation of his cock.  She looked at the head of the cock, only inches from her face.  The hole in the end began to expand and suddenly a thick, ropey fluid shot out the end and landed with a loud splat on the Judge’s stomach.  Her fingers touched the fluid, hot and sticky, the thick fluid sticking to her fingers.  But it made her hand slide better, Grace increasing the number of strokes on his cock.  She felt the cock jerk again, another load of hot cream shooting out, this time it didn’t travel as far, landing on his abdomen.  It just sat there, not like normal liquids that would roll out.  The milky fluid was thick.  He shot out his fluid a third time before she felt his cock begin to soften in her touch.  Was he done?

It felt so good to have his balls drained by such a lovely child, her eagerness to please making up for her lack of experience.  He looked down, only the top of her head visible, his stomach and abdomen covered in his cum.  “Lick it off me Grace.”  His voice was loud and demanding.

She hesitantly moved towards the thick fluid, the Judge’s voice demanding her immediate obedience.  Her tongue moved out of her mouth, hesitating for a second before it touched the fluid on his stomach.  It was hot and thick.  When she brought the cum into her mouth the salty taste permeated it.  Her tongue darted in and out, scooping of the thick cream, filling her mouth, Grace unable to swallow.

His cock began to swell again as he watched Grace’s head bob up and down, her tongue licking away all of his cum.  She finally finished, looking up at him, her lips now covered with a sheen of shiny cum.  “That was good Grace.  Did you like the taste?”

“Yes sir,” she lied, the salty thick fluid making her gag as she was forced to swallow it down.  She smiled back at him.

“You have been a good little girl.  Good night Grace,” the Judge quickly pulling his robe around himself and going back to his room, temporarily sexually fulfilled.



Chapter Two-Grace Poses for Pictures

The Judge entered Grace’s room, seeing her lying on the bed in her nightgown, curled up into a ball, still sound asleep.  He quietly moved over to her bed, sitting carefully on the edge of the bed, not wanting to wake her.  It was morning, the photographers coming in two hours, more then enough time to get Grace ready.  Not only did the Judge want to get her dressed, but he also wanted to start getting her aroused.  It is difficult to get ten year old girls to cum, but he felt in Grace he had an extraordinary sexual creature just waiting to get out.  She was so eager to please the Judge, willing to do anything and everything, the Judge more then willing to show her all the perversities in life, especially those with someone as young as Grace.

The Judge pulled back the blankets slowly, not wanting to wake her yet, the look of innocence on her face priceless, his cock already hard with just a glimpse of her.  He rubbed the front of his trousers, feeling his cock jerk, remembering Grace’s eager hands that had made him cum.  He pulled the blanket down to the end of the bed, Grace covered in a thin, short cotton nightgown that barely covered her naked legs.  He let his hand slide down to her knee, pushing her over onto her back.  She barely stirred, her eyes still clenched tightly closed, her legs slightly parted.  “Yes, such a lovely child,” he quietly spoke to himself as his hand pushed out on her knee, slowly spreading her legs as she softly snored.  Wider and wider her legs moved, Grace barely stirring as her body was spread open.  The nightgown began to ride up, aided by the Judge’s hand, his large hand sliding along her tender inner thighs, feeling her silky skin.  He pushed on her inner thighs, bowing out her knees, opening her up wider for his inspection.  His hand pushed higher, the nightgown now riding up high, her thin, white panties now clearly visible.  He couldn’t wait any longer, his hand pulling her nightgown up over her waist, Grace naked from the waist down except for a pair of thin, cotton panties.  Panties a size too small on purpose, the material clinging to every shape, curve and indent on her body, especially her slit.  Even though she was only ten, her labia was already puffing up to a nice mound, a hint of hair pushed against her panties.  The panties slid tightly in her slit, the lips pushed aside to the tight panties.

Grace felt strange, a dream that kept running through her brain as she lay in bed.  She wasn’t sure where she was, but she felt hands on her body.  She kept her eyes closed, the hands feeling good, gentle hands that touched her legs.  The hands were forceful, pushing out on her thighs, forcing her legs to spread, but at the same time they caressed her flesh, igniting a strange feeling between her legs.  Amy had told her that she masturbated, playing with her pussy until she came.  She told her she would show her how, just as the older girls had taught her.  She told her about the tingling she felt in her pussy when her fingers played with her slit, getting it wet until she finally touched her clit.  With just a bit of rubbing, she would cum, her body overcome with such a delicious feeling that started in her toes and raced to her brain.  Was this what she was feeling?  Was it the hands of the Judge that was moving up between her legs towards her pussy?  She could feel the cool air as her nightgown was pushed up, knowing that whoever was doing it had uncovered her body until only her panties protected her.  Her legs were spread wider now, Grace now fully awake but she kept her eyes shut tightly.  She was embarrassed, feeling the strange hands running over her body.  She moaned softly when she felt the touch between her legs, spreading her legs wider to aid them.

The Judge knew she was awake, seeing her spread her legs, soft moans coming from her mouth.  “Open your eyes Grace.”  He watched as her eyes opened, the bright, beautiful green eyes, seeing the innocence in them as she tried to comprehend her own body.  “Good morning.”

“Good morning Sir.”  She looked down, seeing her body half naked, her legs spread, the Judge’s hands resting on her upper thigh, so close to her pussy she could almost feel his pulse.  She felt a strange wetness, embarrassed.  Had she wet her panties?  She looked to the front of his pants, a thick hard cock already bulging out the front.  Was he always hard?  “I was having a strange dream.”

“Was it a good dream?”  His hand slid up higher until he touched her slit.  He gripped her labia in his two fingers and he squeezed her lips together.  Her body jerked in surprise, her eyes opening wide in unexpected pleasure.

“AAAAHHH,” was the only thing she could say.  It was an electric touch, his fingers gripping her sex and squeezing.  Her body shuddered.  She let her legs spread wider, wanting more of it, holding her breath as he held her sex between his fingers, Grace waiting in anticipation.  “Yessss,” she stuttered.  “It felt good.”  She hesitated, then added, “just like now.”  Her hips began to move slightly, his fingers tightening as she moved side to side.

“Are you getting wet for me Grace?”  He squeezed her lips tighter, pulling on them as she moved beneath his touch.  He could feel her panties getting wet, the cotton panties soaking up the juices that his fingers were provoking.

“I’m sorry Sir,” Grace embarrassed, clenching her thighs together, trapping his hand between them.  She must have wet herself, ashamed that she had done it and the Judge’s fingers had touched her pee.

“Nothing to be sorry about Grace.  It’s natural for a girl.”  He finally figured out what she was talking about.  “You didn’t pee yourself,” he laughed.  “Girls get wet when they are touched or touch themselves.  I like it when you do that.”

The relief spread over her face.  She let her legs spread again, the Judge’s fingers moving on her lips, pulling and tugging on them.  It felt good, even when he pulled a little too hard or too far.  “I want to please you Sir.”

He pulled up on her lips.  “Raise your ass up as I pull on your labia,” he ordered her, watching as she eagerly let her ass raise up from the mattress, her legs still spread wide, his fingers pinching tighter, not wanting to let go.  He continued to pull her up by her pussy until her ass was almost a foot off the bed and her lips were stretched at least two inches.  He twisted them side to side, her ass moving as he did.  “Down you go,” letting go her pussy, her ass settling back down on the mattress.  He saw the wet spot on the front of her panties.  Would he be able to make her cum today?  There would be time enough for that later.  His fingers returned to her pussy, sliding up and down between her slit, pushing her tight panties into the groove.  “Does that feel good?”

“Oh God yes,” she cried out, humping up on the fingers that rubbed her slit. 

“Would you like me to pinch your lips Grace?  Pinch hard?”

“If you would like Sir.  Anything to please you Sir.”  She couldn’t wait until he did it.  She wanted it more than he did.  His strong fingers on her sex gave her such strange feelings, the power that he had over her, just as he did when he pinched her nipples until he came, making her ass ride his hard cock.

He used both hands to grab a lip, pulling them apart as he yanked out hard, his powerful fingers gripping the tender flesh almost as if they were a clamp.  He felt her pussy opening, the panties outlining the deep divide caused by his fingers between her lips.  She moaned softly, her legs trembling as he pinched tighter.  Why did she enjoy the harsh pinching and prodding of the Judge so much?  Would she like it if he did it harder? 

It hurt and felt good all at the same time, Grace unable to comprehend the feelings that raced through her ten year old body.  The Judge was so powerful, using her body for his pleasure, each time teaching her new and exciting things that made her body tingle.  Would he make her cum?  What would it feel like?  Suddenly he released her lips, moving back away from her.  She was scared.  “Did I do anything to displease you Sir?”  Would he throw her back into the orphanage?  “I’m sorry.  Would you like me to touch your cock?”

The Judge smiled at her, pleased at how responsive she was, how submissive.  “Today I am going to have someone come to photograph you.  You are a very beautiful girl and I want to show you off to my friends.  I want you to do everything the photographer tells you to do, everything.  That is how you can please me.”

She was a little worried, was she giving her to the photographer?  “Will you be there Sir?”

“Of course, I wouldn’t miss it for the world.  Now get into the bath and get clean.  Wash your hair.  I will be back in a half hour with your clothes I want you to wear.  Don’t put anything on when you get out of the shower.”  He walked out of the room.

Grace felt strange, her body wanting more of the touch of the Judge, her thighs clenched tightly together as she tried to extinguish the lust that the Judge brought out in her.  Naked, he wanted her naked when he came back.  Maybe he would make her cum as Amy had told her about.  She got up quickly, racing to the bathroom.  She pulled off her panties, but not before she inspected the wet spot on them. 

The Judge returned to Grace’s room carrying the clothes.  A dark blue pleated skirt, white button down blouse, dark blue satin panties, blue knee socks and black leather shoes.  When he walked into the room he smiled.  Grace was sitting on a chair facing the door just as she was ordered, stark naked.  Her hands were at her side but her legs were spread to the edges of the chair.  Her little titties spouted the cutest pink nipples, hard little buttons that pushed out her almost flat chest.  He looked down at her pussy, her lips barely pulled back even with the spread of her legs, her tight virgin lips pulled together to protect her treasures.  He could make out a trace of hair, tiny blonde hairs barely visible.

Grace wanted to please him, letting her legs spread wide in the chair, hoping he liked what he saw.  During her bath she had touched herself, finding her sex tenderer, her own fingers bringing back the tingling between her legs that the Judge had started.  She wanted more of it, quickly stopping touching herself, not wanting the feeling to end, afraid of cumming, afraid the Judge would know what she did.  “Am I a good girl?”  She smiled, giving him her naughtiest smile she could think of and it seemed to work, looking down to his pants and seeing the bulge from his cock.

“No, you are a bad girl, but I like that,” he teased her.  “Stand over here.”  He watched as she walked towards him.  “The panties first.”  He handed her the panties and watched as she bent over, pushing her ass almost into his face as she struggled to get into the tight panties, unaware of the gorgeous view of her tiny slit that peered from between her legs.  He could almost make out the tiny star of a hole nestled tightly between her cheeks.  She pulled them up, her hands smoothing them over her flesh, her cheeks and the crack clearly outlined in the tight panties.  She turned towards him, her slit outlined by the dark panties, sliding between them.  The skirt, a pleated blue skirt rode half way up her thighs.  The knee socks were next, highlighting the naked flesh from the top of the socks to the part where they became invisible beneath the short skirt.  The white blouse was last, but not before he hung a gold cross around her neck to hang between her immature breasts.

“Now put on your blouse, the photographer is waiting for you.”  He watched as she buttoned up the blouse, her pink little nipples hidden from him again.  She sat down to put on the shoes, his eyes drawn beneath her skirt as she spread her legs shamelessly, not even realizing that men loved to look up girls skirts.  She stood up, the Judge pulling her hair into pigtails, securing them with blue ribbons.  One final touch was needed, bringing over a tube of red lipstick.  “Pucker your lips,” carefully covering her lips with the bright red lipstick.  A touch of rouge to her cheeks and she was done.  She looked like a little schoolgirl, the red lipstick bringing out a hint of Lolita in her.  “Such a lovely little girl.  The camera will love you Grace.”

Grace smiled from his compliment.  “Do you think I am lovely Sir?”

“Very lovely Grace.  That is why I want to have your picture taken.  I want to show them to all my friends.  I want them to see what a grown up little lady looks like.  What my little young lady will do to please me.”

The Judge walked behind her, admiring her as she walked.  They walked down to the other end of the hall to his art room.  He opened the door, two men looking up from behind a large collection of camera equipment.

Grace had never seen anything like the stuff they had.  She had heard about cameras, but nothing like this.  There were two large ones, sitting atop tripods.  Around them stood bright lights, surrounded by shiny metal to reflect.  The men were older like the Judge.  Both were handsome in an older man sort of way, but nothing like the Judge.  The Judge just seemed to be someone that you should obey, no matter what. 

“What a lovely child,” the one man spoke.  “The camera is going to love her.  Grace, why don’t you come over here and sit on the settee.”  It was a white settee, sort of like a couch but the back was on one side, the occupant could recline on it lengthwise.

Grace was nervous, looking around the room, a collection of dolls, stuffed animals and other toys on the floor near the camera.  She felt uncomfortable, a feeling of dread coming over her.  If it weren’t for the Judge, she would have been scared, but he smiled at her, reassuring her.  She walked over to the settee, sitting down on it, raising her legs up as she swung around, stretching out on it.  She half reclined on it.  She looked up, the photographer smiling down at her.  She looked down; her short skirt had ridden up on her legs, barely covering her panties.  She lifted up her butt, sliding her skirt down, coyly covering her legs as much as possible.

She certainly was a beautiful child, the photographer thought.  I hope the Judge can control her as much as he says he can.  If so, the picture would be very interesting to a number of men.  They loved little girls, especially naked little girls.  “My name is James, but you can call me Jim.  My assistant is George.  You certainly are a very beautiful girl.  I just want to make sure that the Judge is happy with the pictures.  You want him to be happy with them, don’t you?  You want him pleased?”

She looked up.  The mere mention of the Judge was all that was needed.  “Yes Sir,” trying to be as polite as possible.  She smiled, her big green eyes looking at him.  “I want to please him.”

“Well if you please the camera, you will please the Judge.”

“How do I please the camera?”  She smiled back at him, feeling a bit more comfortable.

“Just do as I say and the camera will capture your beauty.  I know exactly what the Judge likes and I know how to get the camera to capture it.  Now lean back a bit, cross your legs like a big girl and smile at the camera.  We’re going to take a few pictures while you get comfortable in front of the camera.”  He watched as she settled back on the settee, crossing her legs and looking up at the camera.  He snapped a few pictures, the flash scaring her at first, her eyes blinking at the sudden burst of light.  George moved the lights closer, aiming them down a bit so they flashed on her legs.

"Very beautiful Grace.  Are you fifteen?"  He saw the way she beamed, a smile from ear to ear at the compliment.  It always worked, make them feel older and they were more willing to do more provocative things.

Grace was getting used to being in front of the camera; in fact she was beginning to enjoy it.  Jim thought she was fifteen.  "No, I'm not that old," smiling as she said it, though not admitting how old she was.  Let him guess.

"Why don't you kneel up now?"  Jim moved towards her as she kneeled on the settee.  He let his hand touch her back softly, not wanting to scare her.  "Keep your back straight.  Sit up real tall."  He let his hand slide down her back almost to her butt.  She didn't flinch or move as he did it.  "Good girl Grace, smile now."

He took another picture then moved close to her.  He let his hand slide down to her leg, watching her eyes as he did.  When he touched her leg, he felt a tremor run through her body, but she didn't flinch or move.  "I’m going to lift your skirt up a bit."  He pulled it up until it was up about four inches higher.  "Yes, that's good.  You have lovely legs."  Another picture, then he was back. 

Grace felt him touching her, his touch electrifying her almost as much as the Judge's.  She shivered when she felt his hand on her leg, her mind instantly thinking of how the Judge had made her wet, how aroused she was not too long ago.  After hiking her skirt up, he came back, this time his fingers unbuttoning the top two buttons of her blouse and pulling it aside.

"Nice touch, the cross," he seemed to comment to the Judge.  “I’m not embarrassing you, am I Grace?  Sometimes little girls get embarrassed.  The older girls understand.” 

“No sir,” looking down to see the blouse pulled to the side by Jim, the cross revealed.  She smiled at the camera again, the bright red lipstick beaming a wide smile for the camera.

Jim brought over a stuffed animal, a small teddy bear.  “Hold this close to you.”  He moved to unbutton two more buttons, sliding the blouse to the side, her white naked flesh visible from her neck down to her belly button.  He pushed it to the side until it almost reached her nipples, teasing himself and the camera.  Soon enough, he thought. 

The teddy bear felt so soft against her skin, holding it against her naked body, smiling at the camera as she hugged it.  The flash went off, this time George moved towards her. 

“George will help pose you for the Judge’s pictures.  It will go much faster.  Just do what he says.”  Jim stayed behind the camera, looking into it while George got her ready.

She felt the unfamiliar fingers of George on her, this time pulling the blouse from her skirt, unbuttoning the single button that held it together.  He pulled it from one shoulder, letting it slide down her arm a bit. 

“Hold it over your breast,” he ordered her, Grace dropping the teddy bear to clutch the blouse over her almost naked upper body. 

Grace never thought much about breasts, tiny bumps on her chest barely forming, she wasn’t much different from boys.  She had no embarrassment about taking her blouse out in front of them.  She smiled at the flash of the camera.

“Turn your back to the camera and slip your blouse off.  Turn your head around and give us your most sexy smile.” 

She slipped the blouse off her body, not bothering to turn around until it dropped down on the settee.  She saw the men staring at her chest, looking down, not understanding their fascination.  She turned around on the settee, kneeling up, turning her head and flashing them what she thought was a sexy smile.

The camera caught the picture of the girl’s naked back and the coy smile.  Her kneeling position pushed her butt out, the dark skirt highlighting her white, naked skin. 

“Very good Grace,” Jim exclaimed.  Now turn towards the camera, but clutch the teddy bear to your chest.  Hide your little titties.”  He watched as she did, the teddy bear hiding her nipples from the camera.  She kneeled up again.  “Arch your back a bit Grace and sit up straight like a big girl.”  She straightened up, still clinging to the teddy bear.

The camera flashed, George returning.  “Give me the teddy.  Let your hands cover your nipples and tease the camera with your smile.  You are such a big girl.”  His cock hardened when she handed him the teddy, her pink nipples so inviting.  The next pose would have them naked and George would have the opportunity to make them hard for the camera.  This is where he enjoyed his work, the chance to arouse the bodies of young girls for the camera, his finger touching them in place they never even imagined.

She smiled as the camera caught her again, Jim having her look as if she were embarrassed to be naked from the waist up as she looked into the flash.

“Now I need to make your little nipples hard.  The Judge says he pinches them real hard.  I’m going to do the same thing.  I want them hard and pink for the camera.  You want the Judge to be pleased with the pictures, don’t you?”  He could see the scared look on her face as he walked over.  “Be a good girl and put your hands down and arch your back for me.  Stick them titties out for me.”

She looked over at the Judge, a reassuring smile on his face.  She did as she was asked, putting her hands at her side, her fists clenched tightly.  She arched her back, pushing her flat chest out, waiting.  George moved closer to her, his hands already reaching out for her.  She watched as if in slow motion, two fingers of one hand gripping her below her nipple, on the areola and began to pinch.  She felt a tremor rush through her body when his fingers touched her, feeling a strange tingling in her nipple and between her legs.  She squirmed as he tightened his grip; Grace watching as her little nipple seemed to grow, going from a pale pink to a deeper red as the blood rushed to the tip.  She could feel the tip throbbing, as if it had a pulse, the fingers crushing her flesh harder.  God, it felt so good when his other hand reached out, two fingers slapping at her swollen nipple with a quick snap that felt like a whip across the sensitive tip.  The pain was intense, yet it felt good, Grace not able to comprehend what her body was telling her.  Twice more his fingernails snapped at the swollen tip, Grace watching as it grew longer and redder, her body shuddering each time the pain rushed to the tip.  The areola hurt more now, George digging his fingernails into her sensitive skin, clenching on and off, the sudden pain as blood rushed back into her nipple, followed by the painful clamping on it again and again.  He moved to her other breast, the procedure repeated, Grace feeling the wetness between her legs, just as the Judge had done to her.  Both of her nipples throbbed, both of her nipples were swollen and red, each receiving the rough treatment of George.

“Yes, they look so pretty now Grace.”  George loved the way her body responded, the look in her eyes as she clenched from the pain but allowed him to continue the abuse of her nipples.  He looked at the hard, red nipples dotting her flat chest.  He gripped each nipple in a hand and pulled them.  “Don’t move,” he ordered her as he stretched her nipples to over two inches, the rubbery flesh yielding to his powerful fingers.

It felt as if he were trying to tear her nipples from her body, Grace unable to stop from arching her back to relieve the pressure, George only increasing the pull on the tips.  Finally he let go of them, Grace feeling as if they sprung back onto her chest.  She looked down, surprised that they had grown so long and hard, the throbbing in the tips running down to between her legs.

“Good girl Grace.  Now lean forward onto your hands, head up and give us that sexy innocent smile.  Head up higher; the camera wants to see those lovely big nipples.”  Jim began to snap the camera, her sharp, pointed nipples pushing out her flat chest as she smiled teasingly at the camera.  She had just the right amount of Lolita in her that would make a grown mans cock spring to hardness at the first sight of her half-naked young body. 

“Rub your nipples, make them harder,” Jim ordered her.  “Sit up straight and rub your titties.” 

She rubbed her nipples, feeling the wetness return as soon as she touched them.  They were so sensitive, springing harder at the first touch.  She pinched one of them, squeezing harder, feeling the bite of her own fingers on her sensitive tips.  It felt good and bad, her own fingers hurting her and making her tingle at the same time.

“Yes, like that,” Jim liking the way she was caressing her own body.  Maybe she would masturbate for the camera.  That would make many men looking at the pictures cum all over them, the sight of a young girl playing with her cunny the ultimate fantasy.  He could see the look in her eyes, she wanted to play with her body, she was getting aroused.  He didn’t want to discourage her.  “Kneel up, back straight.  That’s a good girl.  Now spread your knees a bit and hike up your skirt.  Show the camera a bit of your lovely naked leg.”

She didn’t need any further encouragement; she was aroused, just like the Judge had done to her.  She let her legs spread, one hand moving down to pull up her already short skirt, her other hand still rubbing her titties, making the nipples hard as pebbles.  The camera snapped away, Grace oblivious to the surrounding, liking the feelings that were rushing over her body.  She leaned back a bit, letting her skirt hike up higher, looking at the camera as she pinched one hard nipple, pulling and tugging on it as George had done. 

“Lay on your side Grace,” Jim ordered her.  It was time to strip her naked, time to show the rest of her body to the camera.  She obeyed instantly, resting on one arm, her legs tucked underneath her.  “Legs straight out Grace.  They are too lovely to cover up.”  He snapped away at her stretched out body.  “Run a hand up your leg.  When you get to your skirt, look into the camera and let your hand slowly slide up your hip underneath your skirt.  I want you to pull your skirt up slowly and sexy.  Give us your biggest and sexiest smile.”

The camera snapped away as she teased her own body with her hand, slowly running up her leg, pushing under her skirt, pulling the pleated skirt off of her leg, her white skin highlighted by the blue knee socks and the dark skirt.  Her other hand slipped underneath to pinch her nipples, her hips beginning a gentle rocking that she didn’t even realize was happening.  She looked over at the Judge, his hand in his lap, rubbing the oversized erection that pushed out his pants.  She was pleased at what she could do to men at the mere sight of her body.

“On your stomach now, legs together.  Reach back with both hands and slowly slide your skirt up.”  He watched her as she turned over, her plump little ass sticking up, her hands reaching back, her head turned towards the camera, her eyes glazed in lust.  Her little hands gripped the skirt and slowly slid it up her legs, watching as her legs were slowly exposed.

“Higher now, show the camera your tight, blue panties.”  It was such a lovely sight, her legs parted slightly, her shoes and socks making her look even more naked as her upper thighs were slowly exposed until her panties peeked through.  Her hands pulled the skirt higher, higher up over the twin peaks of her cute buttocks, snuggled tightly in the blue, satin panties.  Jims cock throbbed in excitement as he watched her body slowly revealed in the view finder, his hand reaching down to stroke his cock with one hand, taking pictures with the other.  She didn’t stop until it was up to her waist.  “Very good Grace.  Now look back over your shoulder at the camera, smile and slowly let your legs spread until I tell you to stop.”

She didn’t hesitate to obey, smiling at the camera as she looked over her shoulder, surprised to see how naked she looked, her skirt pulled up over her waist to reveal her panties, the material pulled tightly over her buttocks.  Even the crack of her butt was outlined in the tight material.  She slowly let her legs spread, George now behind the other camera, this one at the foot of the settee, lined up directly between her legs.  When she spread them, he would be taking pictures between her legs, pictures of her panty covered sex.  She got wetter at the thought.  Would they make her take her panties off?  Would she have to show them her pussy?  She didn’t hesitate, her legs spreading until her feet hung over the edge of the settee, embarrassed at how she must look from behind.

“Very nice,” George still snapping away.  The panties pulled tightly between her legs, the dark material highlighting the naked, white flesh that was exposed by the thin dark panel between her legs.  George could make out a dark spot; Grace was getting excited at being stripped naked for the camera.  That was good.  They had so much more to make her perform for the camera.

“Beautiful Grace.  Now turn over.  Sit up on the settee.”  He watched as she did, pulling her skirt down as she did.  She flipped over, her breasts naked to the men again.  “Get your nipples hard for us again.”  She didn’t hesitate to pull and twist her nipples until they stuck out hard and long.  They were turning a dark red now from the abuse, highlighting them on a backdrop of her white skin.  “Yes, you like that don’t you?”

She nodded her head, the delicious feeling between her legs returning.  She knew what was coming next. 

“Pull your skirt up your legs for us.  Show us your panty covered pussy.”  There was no longer any need to try to fool her.  She was more then willing to do anything they wanted.  Or at least Jim hoped she would, his cock throbbing to see her young, bald pussy.

She smiled in the camera as she slid her skirt up her legs, keeping her legs closed.  At least for now.  She was embarrassed.  She knew she would have to spread her legs for them.  They would see the wet spot she knew covered the front of her panties.  She looked down, her panties revealed, the camera clicking away at her, not so much of her face, more between her legs.  She let the skirt sit on her stomach, her panties the only protection she had, without them she would be stark naked.

George clicked one more then slid his camera lower to the height of the settee.  “Now bring your legs up to your chest, but keep them together.”  He watched as her legs moved up, her knees bending, her skirt scrunched at her waist.  She looked so inviting with her socks and shoes still on.  “Very good,” snapping only one picture, saving the rest for last.  “Now slowly let your knees bow out to the side until they reach the settee.  I want them touching it.  Show us your pretty pussy.”

She looked down as if someone else was doing it, her knees spreading, her crotch slowly revealed as the cameras flashed almost constantly now.  She saw her panties stretch across her sex, the thin band covering her pussy highlighted by her pale, white skin.  Her crotch ached as she made her knees touch the bed, ashamed at how much her panties stretched and molded on her sex.  She could make out her slit, the wet spot spreading on the dark blue material.  It looked obscene to be spread so wide, but she smiled up at the camera, her finger moving down to her nipples to play with them, to drive them to hardness again, the tingling between her legs more pronounced.  She wished she could stick her hands in her panties and play with her pussy.  Play with it until she came as Amy said.

Jim saw it in her eyes.  “Do you want to touch your pussy Grace?”  They all waited for an answer that was not coming.  Instead her hand reached down and two tiny fingers began to run up and down her slit, pushing the satin panties in the tight groove.  Her eyes were closed, her legs spreading even wider, her ass making a gentle fucking motion, moving up and down as if it Grace knew what she was doing.  “Just don’t cum yet Grace.  You can tease yourself, but don’t cum.  Were going to save that for last.  Save it for when you are naked.  You want to be naked for the camera don’t you?”

She opened her eyes again, taken from the feeling that rushed over her body when her fingers played with her slit.  Her panties were drenched now; her fingers soaked from playing up and down her panties.  She was afraid to touch herself any more, afraid of cumming.  “Can I take off my panties now?”  She needed to cum so bad, needed to cum now.

“Yes, Grace, but slowly.  Bring your legs back up and then let your panties slide down your legs.  Once they are off, I will tell you to spread your legs for the camera again.  To show us that hot, tight pussy to the camera.  The Judge and his friends are going to love the pictures.”

She brought her legs up quickly, fighting the urge to pull her panties down and get naked, fighting the urge to spread her legs and play with her pussy while they took pictures of her cumming.  She smiled and slowly raised her ass up, peeling the tight panties down over her ass, her naked cheeks settling back down on the settee, slowing sliding the panties down her legs until she could kick them off her feet.  She waited.  “Can I spread my legs for the camera?  Please?”

The Judge smiled, his hand rubbing his hard cock.  Soon he would enjoy her body, but first he had to train Amy.  Train her to be a good little whore for him and his friends.  She would require a little punishment, but he would enjoy that.  Maybe the Captain would like to join him.  Maybe a day in jail would make her more amenable to the perversions that they planned to force her to perform.  Nothing like jail bars to make then scared.  And they are always good for binding a female, spreading her limbs to make her sex available to a whip or a hard cock.  “Show the camera your bald pussy Grace?  Just like you show it to me.”

The camera’s started clicking right away, Grace’s eager legs spreading apart as she bowed her knees out.  Her tiny slit was slowly revealed, her virgin pussy keeping her lips tightly closed.  Once she had a hard cock a few times her lips would spread open, revealing her pink insides.  For now, her fingers would do it.  She didn’t have a hair on her pubes.  At least any that you could see, tiny blonde hairs almost invisible.  Her legs spread wide,

Grace’s hand on her stomach, waiting for the order to play with her pussy.

“Pull your pussy lips apart for the camera Grace.  Show it your pink, virgin inner lips.” 

They watched as she eagerly pulled her lips apart, gripping her labia hard, just as the Judge had done, the pain returning as she yanked them wide, feeling her pussy stretching open.  It felt good, just as it did when the Judge did it.  She held them wide open, the camera taking at least ten pictures.

“Now turn over and get on your hands and knees.  Just like a doggy.  The camera wants a picture of your pussy from behind.”

She obeyed like a trained dog, getting into the position they wanted.  George stood over her, pushing down on her back, making her lay her head on the settee, his hands urging her ass up higher.

“Arch your back, push your ass out for us Grace.”  He moved his hands between her legs, his large hands easily able to encircle her silky inner thighs.  “Spread your legs for the camera Grace.  Real wide this time.  It’s almost time to cum for us.”  He pushed out on her inner thighs until she was spread obscenely wide.  “Reach back and spread your cheeks.  Show us your asshole Grace.” 

Why did they want her to do that?  Her butt, wondering why they wanted to see her butt hole.  Her pussy was burning with desire.  She had to hurry and cum.  She pulled her cheeks apart, feeling her butt hole opening up, the cool air blowing between her legs, knowing how exposed she was.

“Now keep you open for the camera,” the flash going off in rapid fire.  “Look back at the camera and smile,” Grace posing, a big smile on her face as she posed naked for the camera, her pussy and butt open and exposed.

The Judge got up and walked over to Grace.  “That’s all the pictures Grace.  You did such a good job.  You pleased me.  Let’s go to your room and I’ll make you cum.  I want it to be special.  Just you and me.” 

Jim and George looked disappointed, but they had more then enough pictures of the young, naked girl.  They would masturbate to the finished photographs, just as most of the Judge’s friends would.

Grace started to pick up her clothes.

“You don’t need them.  I would just have to take them off of you.  Your room is only down the hall.  Anyone would be lucky to see you naked.”  He grabbed her hand and walked out of the room, the young naked girl moving along side of him, the sway of her naked ass making his cock hard as he looked down at her.

Grace looked up at the Judge, smiling that she had pleased him so much, smiling because he would make her cum.  “Can I touch your cock when we get to my room Sir?”

“I think you are going to sit on my naked cock.  Just as you did before.  But this time we will both be naked and I’m going to play with your pussy.”

“Are you going to pinch my titties and my cunny?

“Do you want me to Grace?”

“Yes Sir.  Hard please.  I like it when you do that.”  She could hardly wait, walking faster until they reached her room, quickly entering. 

The Judge moved over to the large chair in the room, no arms on it.  He quickly stripped off his clothes, stroking his large cock as he looked at her.  He sat down, holding his cock up.  “Sit on my lap Grace.”  He pulled her over to him, pulling her up until she sat her naked ass down on his cock, his cocking jerking in pleasure at the touch of her naked skin.  “Yes, that’s so nice.  Now I’m going to make you move around on my cock.”  He moved his hands up to her nipples, both hands gripping them with his powerful fingers and began to twist and yank them, feeling them pull out from her chest. 

She moaned in pain as her ass began to slide back and forth over the hot, throbbing flesh beneath her cheeks.  Her pussy began to flood as the pain in her nipples mixed with the pleasure of the hot cock of the Judge rubbing on her ass and touching her pussy.  “Oh yes, harder,” she begged, the Judge digging his fingernails into her nipples as she screamed in pain and danced up and down on his cock.

He let one hand play with her nipple, the other moving down to between her legs, Grace instantly opening her legs wide for him.  He squeezed her labia, yanking the bald flesh between his powerful fingers and twisting and turning it, her ass pulled up and down on his cock.  He could feel his cock banging against her asshole, a sharp yelp from Grace as the head of his cock pushed against the tiny hole.  He could only imagine how good it was going to feel when he took her in the ass, driving his hard cock in her tight, hot buttery asshole.  She would scream, but he somehow knew she would enjoy it.  Not like Amy.  She would forever protest being sodomized; fighting the unnatural act each time, but that was just as enjoyable to the Judge.  He would love forcing his perversions on her body.  He began to rub her pussy, sliding his finger up and down her slit, finding her soaked in anticipation.  When she slid up, his let his cock slide between her legs, the thick, long cock popping up between her legs, rubbing against her slit.

God, his fingers felt so good.  And his cock was sliding along her slit, rubbing up and down, Grace looking down and seeing it leaking as it rubbed her.  She barely had time to think when the Judge’s fingers moved up and played with her clit.  Amy had told her it was the most sensitive organ.  Just a touch could make her cum.  The Judge’s fingers found her clit, pulling back her hood, revealing the tiny button, still not fully developed.  She yelled, not sure if it were pain or pleasure as the Judge pinched it in his powerful fingers, twisting it painfully just as he did with her nipples.  He yanked it again, her thighs tightening on his cock, sliding her ass up and down, masturbating his cock with her slit and thighs.

The Judge tugged on her clit, felt her shudder between the scream that tore from her lips when he yanked her delicate bud.  She began to shake, her body going into tiny tremors, her breathing ragged, her hips plunging up and down as she came.  He saw her pussy soaking his cock as she screamed in pain or pleasure.  He couldn’t wait any longer, feeling the tingling in his balls as his cum shot up the thick shaft.  The first ropey shot of cum shot out, landing on her stomach, Grace jumping at the touch of the hot crème.  He began to hump her, his cock spewing out load after load of cum, the images of her pictures in his mind driving him to such a lust that he didn’t know when he would stop cumming.

Grace thought her head was going to pop off, the feelings that raced through her body, the wetness between her legs forcing her to tighten her thighs, afraid that she would wet her and the Judge.  She came again when he did, watching the cum spew from his cock to burn her skin when it landed on her, his ass humping up and down.  She began to cry, frightened at the unexpected and unknown feelings rushing through her body, trembling as the Judge held her close to him, how cock throbbing and jerking between her thighs. 

He continued to rub her slit, slowly moving his finger up and down, as she sobbed, her first orgasm such an intense experience.  He held her close, feeling the wetness between them as he continued the gentle masturbation of her body, her sobbing finally subsiding.  “How did you like your first cum Grace?

She shuddered, his finger still playing with her slit as she cuddled with him, her body content.  “Thank you Sir,” letting her legs spread wider.  His finger moved to her vagina, feeling it running over her tiny hole.  “Are you going to put your cock inside me?”

“Do you want me to Grace?”

“Will it hurt?”  She felt his finger running around her tiny opening, spreading her wider.  His fingers were so big how would she take his cock inside her?

“Yes, but it will please me that it does.  I will love your squeal of pain when I bust you hymen.  I will fuck you hard.”

“Yes Sir.  I will do what I can to please you.”  His finger entered her vagina, the fat finger stopped by her hymen.

“Not today Grace.  Soon.  There are so many things I have to teach you.  Tomorrow you will learn to suck my cock with your sweet little mouth.  I’m going to make you drink my cum.”

“Yes Sir.  I’ll like that.  Will you make me cum again?”  She was almost begging.

“Of course, I will make you cum a lot.  And my friends will also.  You are going to have to perform for my friends.”

She shuddered at the prospect of being stripped naked and forced to cum by the Judges friends.  But she knew she would do whatever was required of her, anything to please the Judge.




Chapter 3

Amy knew something was up when she went into her bedroom after dinner.  The maid had told her that the Judge was expecting her in his den at seven o’clock.  The maid made a point to tell Amy to be punctual, with a certain look on her face that Amy couldn’t quite place.  She was sure if it was concern or distaste.  She saw the clothes laid out on the bed, just like before, only these were the complete opposite.  The other time it was grown up clothes, nylons, a dress that displayed her bosom and heels.  Not this time.  This time it was clothes almost made for Grace, a ten year old girl.  There was a white blouse with a blue scarf.  A plaid skirt that would go way beyond her knees, almost to her ankles.  A pair of blue knee socks would cover most of her exposed legs and black Patton leather shoes for her feet.  Underwear was a pair of white cotton panties and that was it.  There was not even a bra, though Amy wasn’t sure that she really needed one.  Her breasts were just starting to bloom and at her age had no problem standing up proudly without any support. 

She took a quick bath, always wanting to look good for the Judge.  It was partly in respect and partly in fear.  He was taking good care of Grace and herself, though he did take certain liberties with them.  Grace had hinted that he had done so with her, but Amy didn’t ask for details, not caring to know more then was necessary.  It was embarrassing for her to be masturbated by the Judge, the spanking making her more amenable, especially in front of the Sheriff.  But she couldn’t deny that exquisite feeling she had when she came, ashamed as soon as the bliss went away.  She dressed quickly, seeing that it was already six-thirty, the last thing she wanted to be was late for the Judge.  She heard some knocks on the front door, the sounds of talking, but she dismissed them as she tried to get ready. 

The blouse almost seemed too small as she buttoned it up, straining to contain her naked breasts underneath.  She looked down, ashamed that her nipples had grown hard and were pushing out the front of the white blouse.  She tied the scarf around her neck, letting it slip to one side.  At least one of her breasts was hidden beneath the brightly colored scarf.  She pulled the skirt on over the white panties, glad that it hung loosely on her body, falling far below her knees.  She sat down, pulling on the knee socks, the last of her naked skin covered.  She slipped into the shoes, the hard heels making a clicking sound on the hard floor as she walked to the full length mirror.  Except for the tight blouse, the rest of the clothes were very modest, covering her body from the eyes of others.  She pulled her hair into twin pigtails, just as the Judge had ordered.  She looked the same age as Grace, not the young women she looked like in the previous dress.  She rushed from the room when she saw the clock, running noisily down the stairs, stopping at the large doors of the Judge’s den before entering, catching her breath.  She could hear men’s voices inside and the smell of cigars seeping from beneath the door.  She didn’t bother knocking, her tiny hands gripping the large door handle and opening it.

The room turned as they heard the sound of the door creaking open, the five men sitting around the fireplace, a cigar in one hand and a drink in the other.  All were impeccably dressed in coats and ties, all older men that were used to the finer things in life.  All except for the Sheriff, out of place in his uniform.  The Judge was the first one to speak. 

“Come in Amy.  Over here,” his voice was demanding as it always was.  He was not one to be disobeyed, a long career on the judicial bench meting out punishment to those that dared defy him and his laws.  The other three men were his colleagues, one the District Attorney, the bank President and the President of the local textile factory that employed the majority of the workers in their small town.  These five men controlled the town and the people that lived in it.  Anything they did was beyond reproach and they took it to the fullest.  Especially when it came to the young girls of the community.  Girls like Amy.

All eyes were on her as she walked in and Amy glad that she was dressed so demurely.  She stepped in front of the Judge, his chair to the side of the others so that Amy was standing in front of the men.  They scared her.  They didn’t look into her eyes, but at her body in spite of being covered completely.  She looked down at the floor.  “Yes Sir.”  She waited, her body trembling, the odor of cigars filling the room with the smell of important men.  Men that could make her do anything, anything they wanted. She hated that they could force her and she had no control over it.  Especially when it was sexual.  It was degrading to be subject to the whims of older men. 

“You look lovely tonight.”  His voice was low, almost purring as he talked to you.  “Tell the men how old you are.”

“Thirteen Sir.”  She responded quickly. 

“Such a lovely body for a young girl,” he complemented her.  “Small budding breasts.  A pert ass and long legs.”

She turned red as he described her too intimately.  She watched as the Judge stood up.  She felt him turn her sideways until she was facing the men directly, the Judge behind her.  She felt him pressing up against her, bracing herself when the front of him pressed against her butt.  She felt the unmistakable bulge in the front of his trousers against her butt.  It was his penis.  And it wasn’t like Bill’s.  No, his was long and hard.  Almost rigid. When his hands went to her hips, Amy almost startled as he held her securely.  She was scared of what he was going to do and what the men were going to do to her, their eyes seem to be piercing her clothes.

The Judge pushed hard against her, holding her hips to keep her from moving away.  He pushed his cock into her pert little ass, feeling it jerk in his tight trousers.  He slowly ground his cock into her ass from side to side, enjoying the way her cheeks felt against his rigid cock.  She didn’t move, allowing the Judge to feel her body tremble as she stood so submissively.  His hands slid up her sides to rub her arms, pinning them to her side, the slight touch of her breasts by his fingertips delighting him.  He couldn’t wait to see her naked body again.  This time she would be stripped completely naked for him and his friends.  He knew it would be humiliating for her, but that was part of what made it so exciting to all of them.  Forcing the young girls to show their budding bodies naked for the first time.

Her nipples hardened as his fingers barely grazed her breasts.  She could feel them poking out the front of her blouse.  And the men did too, their eyes gazing at her breasts.  She shivered when his fingers played with her neck, sending goose bumps through her body. He was still pressed against her, feeling his penis jerk each time he touched her.

“Hold still.  Like a good girl,” he cooed into her ear.  His hands slid around until he reached the scarf, untying it carefully, pulling it out of the collar.  He slipped it into his pocket, it might prove useful later if he decided to tie her hands.  His hand reached up to the top button, making sure his fingertips grazed her heaving bosom as she struggled to stand still for him.  His lips nuzzled her neck, bending her head so he could kiss her smooth skin.

She had to ask.  “What are you going to do?”  She regretted asking the moment the words came out her mouth.  She was afraid of the answer, the unknown was almost better.

“We enjoy looking at beautiful young girls like you.  You don’t mind, do you?”  His hand unbuttoned the first button, pushing the blouse open a bit, his eyes peering over her shoulders to catch the first gaze of her white bosom.  His lips continued to kiss her neck lightly, feeling her trembling.

She knew better than to defy him but she didn’t understand her own emotions.  He was taking off her clothes and she couldn’t stop him.  Yet his kisses on her neck were sending shivers up her spine.  “No Sir.”  She felt the blouse pull open as he unbuttoned the first button, her naked breasts straining the fabric as they pushed out the front so obscenely.  She wasn’t afraid of them looking at her.  She was afraid how much of her clothes the Judge would take off for them to look at her.  His hands slid between her arms to move to the front of her blouse, Amy looked down as his fingers so expertly unbuttoned the next button.  It quickly popped open, his fingers pulling back the white blouse to reveal more of her naked skin.  Part of her cleavage was showing, not that her breasts were that big.  His hands felt so familiar as they moved down her blouse, opening another button, moving down to the next one until he finally reached her skirt.  He pulled the blouse from her skirt, tugging it to the side.  It revealed a wide expanse of her naked chest and stomach, but her breasts were still partly covered, just a teasing look at her cleavage.  She felt a flush run over her body, looking down to see her chest a light pink, embarrassed as the Judge got ready to bare her breasts to the men.  That sat on the edge of their chairs, waiting patiently until she was exposed. 

The Judge moved his hands up until he covered her breasts, pushing in until he cradled the lovely flesh.  He could feel the hard nipples pressed against his palms as he grasped them firmly.  She tried to move away from his touch but he pressed his body against her back.  “Arch your back for me Amy.  Push those lovely titties out.”  He said it loudly for all to hear.

“Please,” she begged in a low voice.  She felt his hands touching her breasts so intimately, the men watching her with such intensity.  His hands tightened on her small breasts, pinching them in his large, powerful hands.  He had answered her pleading and Amy resigned to her fate.  She arched her back, feeling her breasts pushed hard into his waiting hands.  It was so embarrassing to have the Judge feeling up her breasts.  Especially in front of all of his friends. 

Even though they weren’t very big, they were firm.  And she had lovely, hard nipples that almost hurt as they pushed into his palms. He couldn’t wait to expose them.  He gave her breasts a powerful squeeze, crushing the firm flesh beneath his fingers almost too harshly, testing her obedience.  She moaned softly, but didn’t flinch away from his touch.  “You obey well Amy.”  His hands moved away from her breasts, taking the collar of the blouse and pulling it away, letting it slowly slide down her shoulders.  Her hands went instinctively to the front of the blouse, holding it together as he slid it down her shoulders. He let her think she was winning, doing nothing but take if from her arms until it stretched too far.  “Release it.  It is time to unveil your pert little breasts.”  His voice was demanding, her hands falling instantly to clench tightly at her side. 

She shut her eyes as she waited for the inevitable. 

“Open your eyes,” the Judge looking over her shoulder.  “I want them open all of the time.”  He wanted the men to enjoy her humiliation.  His hands slid the blouse off of her, leaving her breasts naked in the flickering light of the room.  He let it fall to the floor, the rest of her clothes to follow later.  His hands moved back up, slipping beneath her pert breasts, cupping them lovingly in his calloused hands.  His fingers snapped at her nipples.  Once, twice, his fingertips urged the rubbery tips to hardness.  Her body jerked as his hard fingernails snapped them to attention.

Some of them men straightened their cocks beneath their trousers, the first sight of her naked breasts making their thick cocks strain in their pants.  They all knew that they would get no satisfaction from Amy tonight, it would only be the Judge.  But they had made arrangements for later, most of them paying for the company of a young girl to satisfy their sexual urges.  Many in the town were poor and there was always a father, brother or boyfriend that would sell them the chance to be with their young daughter, sister or girlfriend.  Willingly or not, the men didn’t care.  All they wanted to do was satisfy their perverted lust on their innocent flesh.

His fingers and hands were rough, the pain rushing to her nipples as he snapped them painfully.  Not just once, but twice he did it, her breasts aching to the very depths.  Still, her nipples hardened to the cruel touch, feeling them push out.  His hot hands almost burned as they cradled her breasts from beneath.  All eyes were staring at her chest, Amy ashamed at how her nipples responded to the harsh touch, sure the men thought she was enjoying it.

The Judge moved around to the side of her, his head moving down until he blew on one of her nipples, feeling her shiver at the strange feeling.  He moved closer until his lips engulfed one of her hard nipples, his hand on her back holding her in place as he began to suck her tit like a baby nursing.  Only he suctioned the rubbery tip deep into his mouth, his tongue lashing back and forth over it as his other hand pinched her other nipple. 

It felt as if her nipple was being torn from her chest, his mouth sucking it so deep into his mouth, his tongue rough as it slapped back and forth over the stretched nipple. It was humiliating to have the Judge sucking on her breasts in front of all them men.  His other hand pinched her nipple too hard, feeling as if he were crushing it with his powerful fingertips.  “EEEEWWW,” she moaned loudly in pain, her breast pushed into his mouth by his other hand on her back as if she was enjoying the oral suckling of her breast.  He finally pulled his mouth away, Amy looking down to see her nipple a dark red and long, coated with his spit.  His head moved to the other side and suckled her other breast before she could even prepare for it.  He was just as harsh, tugging the nipple deep into the hot confines of his mouth while his tongue played back and forth over the tip, teasing it to hardness.  His fingers hurt when he squeezed her breast, his hands harsh on her sensitive skin.  But she felt a tingling between her legs that she couldn’t explain.  A tingling like she got when she played with herself.  Or when the Judge had masturbated her.  How could her body being reacting to the humiliating and painful suckling of her breasts?  Especially as the men watched her, some of them beginning to rub their penis beneath their trousers.

The Judge pulled away from her, licking his lips.  “She tastes delicious.  And such sensitive nipples.  I wish she was with child.  Then I could suck the milk from them.”  He had always wanted to suck the breast of a young mother with that was lactating, wanting to taste the mother’s milk.  His hands reached over to pinch both of her nipples, his fingers gripping them tightly as he began to pull them from her body.  His cock jerked in pleasure as he watched her brown nipples stretch, twisting them cruelly with his fingers as he continued to yank them harshly.

She arched her back, finally standing up on her toes as the Judge’s fingers felt as if he was trying to tear her nipples from her chest.  She looked down, the pain racing through her flesh as her nipples were yanked over two inches long.  “EEEGGG,” she finally screamed in pain, his fingers twisting her nipples, igniting a sharp pain that raced through her breast.  Her toes began to ache as her body was stretched tall by his cruel fingers. 

The men were delighting in her obvious pain, her young pert breasts mauled by the Judges strong fingers.  They loved the way her half naked body was stretched tall as she tried to relieve the terrible pain that laced through her breasts, each of them wishing that it was their fingers that were punishing her vulnerable flesh.

Her feet fell flat on the floor and Amy gasped as the Judge released her tortured nipples. Her hands went up to the tips, rubbing them, surprised that they were so hard and sensitive.  The Judge was still pressed up against her, his penis throbbing on her butt.  She felt his hot breath on her neck as he leaned over.

“Have you ever been bound Amy?”  His cock strained to get out of his trousers when she turned to look at him, the look of terror in her eyes.

“NOOO!  Don’t do that to me!”  It was bad enough that she had to allow them to touch her.  What would it be like when she was bound?  The thought of her arms tied together send shudders through her body.  And what about her legs, would he tie them up also?  A strange tremor ran up her back when she felt her arms pulled behind her, the unmistakable feel of rough robe rubbed on her wrists.  She felt her body bent over, ashamed as her breast hung down obscenely.  She felt fumbling at her wrists and then felt the ropes wrapped tightly around them, the Judge’s hands expertly pulling the rope tighter.  The position shoved her butt back up against the Judge’s penis, his hips rubbing up and down as he made short work of binding her wrists together.  Her arms were pulled up high, another rope running from her wrists.  She felt the harsh rope thrust between her lips, her mouth opening wide as it dug into the corners of her lips.  “MMMGGG,” was all she could muster as the rope looped around two times, each time drawn through her lips, her head pulled back as the Judge tightened it.  Her head was thrust up.  She drooled down her chin as the rope in her mouth gagged her.  She felt embarrassed as the men had an unobstructed view of her hanging breasts.  She couldn’t even protest now, the rope was an effective gag.

“Bring me the bolster.” One of the men knew exactly what the Judge wanted and with a little help, they dragged it out.  It was a large stuffed leather bolster, mounted on four legs.  It had to be at least six feel long, the legs sturdy iron.  It stood about two and half feel high.  The bolster was solid, stuffed with a firm filling, at least a foot deep.  All along the legs of the bolster were thick metal rings, conveniently located at intervals.

Amy instantly recognized it.  A spanking bench is what they called it in the orphanage, though not made as well as the Judges, it served the same person.  It was used to force ones body over, thrusting up the backside, usually for punishment.  At the orphanage, it depended on your crime, a hand, ruler, paddle and the ultimate cane used to administer the punishment.  In most cases, the backside was bared for the punishment, the orphanage believing that the humiliation was indeed almost as much punishment as the pain.  Amy knew better, the men enjoyed the gyrations of the female’s backside as it suffered under the lash.

The Judge pulled Amy around until her back was to the men, his hand on her back as he pushed her down, bending her over the bolster, her ass arching up.  “Down you go,” his hand sliding lower on her back as he pushed her down.  Her skirt rode up higher in the back, but the long length did little to reveal the treasures beneath it.  Time for that soon enough.  He went around the front, untying the rope from her arms to her mouth, seeing the relief in her face as he released the strain.  “I like the rope gag though,” he said and tying it around the back of her head, he enjoyed the way it pushed deep into her mouth.  “Give me a hand Sheriff.”  The Sheriff leaped up from his chair, eager to help out.  “Tie her wrists to the front legs.  It will keep her lovely ass thrust up into the air for us.”

Amy struggled but could do little under the overpowering strength of the men.  She felt a temporary relief when her wrists were untied, but the men harshly pulled her arms down, her body almost pulled over the bolster as they made quick work of tying her to the legs of the bolster.  Her arms were pulled out to the far width of the bolster, her body stretched.  She began to get dizzy, the blood rushing to her head.  She lost sight of the two men as they secured her, Amy tugging on her wrists, finding them tied tightly.  Her naked breasts stuck to the leather, sweating from fighting a useless battle.  Her body was stretched over the bolster obscenely, her butt shoved up high into the air.  At least her legs were free, her thighs clenched tightly together in defense. 

The Judge moved behind her, admiring the view.  His hands slowly rubbed her lower back, enjoying the feel of her naked flesh.  He kneeled behind her, inhaling her scent.  He could almost smell her fear.  He touched the top of her leg, feeling her jerk away from the unfamiliar touch.  He kept his hand on her upper thigh until she settled down.  He began to rub the back of her legs, enjoying the way she tightened her muscles, her thighs clenched tightly together as if she could stop him from molesting her flesh.  He played with her body, moving up and down the back of her legs, moving almost up to her ass before he slid back down, teasing her as she braced herself each time for his intimate touch.

She fought him as best as she could, his hand touching her legs from behind, running over her skirt.  She shivered in fear each time he moved too high, teasing the bottom of her butt, her cheeks tightening together in response to his contact.  But he left her alone, moving back down her leg again, her thighs clenched in defense.

“Remove her skirt,” the Bank Presidents voice rang out in the room. 

“Yes, show us those lovely legs,” the Sheriff chimed in.

The Judge stood up, moving to one side, his hand resting on her ass cheek possessively.  “Of course Gentlemen.”  He gripped the skirt and began to pull up on it, peering over as the long skirt began to creep up her legs.  Her ass began to shake as if she could avoid the inevitable.

She could feel the cool air of the room on the back of her legs, knowing that her skirt was being pulled from her.  She felt the tickle as the hem rubbed along the back of her legs, moving past her knees and going higher.  She tried to move away, but her bound hands gave her little freedom, the bolster holding her thrust up so submissively.  She suddenly felt the touch of the Judge on her naked leg, high up her leg.  He seemed to be teasing her, his touch almost feather-like as it barely grazed her flesh.  Her naked flesh.

He touched her leg as her skirt pulled up higher, almost to her panties.  He enjoyed the way she squirmed when he touched her, his finger moving to graze the tender inner thigh.  His hand griped the back of her hem, ready to unveil his prey to the men.  He pulled her skirt up the back of her legs, higher until it lay on her back, her panty covered ass thrust up so nicely for the men to view.  The panties clung to her pert ass cheeks as if they were a second skin, her crack barely visible.  He could see an errant hair peeking out from beneath the panties.  His hand molded her cheeks, rubbing sensuously over the white panties.

He had done it. Amy felt the cool air rushing over her bottom and felt the skirt lying on her naked back.  Only her panties protected her secrets from their prying eyes and she feared how long it would be before they were removed.  Her thighs and cheeks clenched tightly together as she prepared to save her virtue from the prying eyes of the men.  She moved her hips from side to side as soon as she felt his hand on her backside, hoping to avoid his fingers from touching her thoroughly.  His hand was insistent though, following her movements, always clenching on her cheeks.  She shivered in shame when his finger traced down her crack, touching her so, sliding down to graze her sex from behind.  She arched her butt back, trying to resist his fingers from her sex.

The men loved the way her ass danced beneath the Judge’s touch and considered the Judge an expert at making the young ladies gyrate so sexily for their pleasure.  It almost looked as though she was encouraging his fondling, thrusting up her ass for his fondling, shaking back and forth.  They couldn’t wait to see her naked, hoping that the Judge would spread and bind her legs so they could gaze so intimately inside her young body.

He slapped her ass, striking the right cheek with the flat of his hand, the sound ringing out in the room.  Her ass shook to the side, her gagged scream barely heard in the room. He rubbed her cheek, feeling the heat from the blow.  He did it again, this time her left cheek receiving the punishing blow.  His hand rubbed her cheek before moving down to the edge of her panties.  He pulled the edge up, her naked left cheek revealed, the panties pushing harshly into her tightly clenched cheeks.  He enjoyed the sight of her pink skin, his handprint almost visible on her cheek.  He yanked up on her panties, revealing her right cheek, tucking the white panties between her cheeks.  He slapped her ass cheek hard, harder then last time.  “Relax your cheeks,” he ordered her, punctuating his verbal command with a punishing slap on her cheek.  She didn’t instantly obey so he beat the other cheek.  The pink skin turned a deeper red.

She screamed into the cruel rope that pierced her lips, garbled sounds her only cry of pain.  His hand slapped her harder than she had ever been spanked, even at the orphanage.  At the orphanage, the men were more inclined to fondle them than punish them.  The Judge was interested in obedience.  She felt the uncomfortable feeling as her underwear was pushed between her cheeks, her tightly clenched muscles the only thing keeping it from going deep inside.  His hands kept slapping her butt, the stinging pain shooting to her brain.  She didn’t know how much longer she could continue, her butt feeling as if it were blazing hot.  She finally had to relent, too tired to continue, relaxing her cheeks, afraid of what she was surrendering. 

The Judge stroked her naked back, finding it drenched it sweat.  “Good girl.  You don’t want to disobey me.  Next time I order you, obey instantly or it will be much worse.”  His hand slid down over her cheeks, feeling her begin to tighten her cheek, then suddenly relax.  “Yes,” his hand slid lower over her heated flesh.  They reached the top of her panties, drawing the material up and shoving it into her crack with his index finger, pushing hard to drive it deep into the divide as his finger moved down her crack.  He was pleased with how the panties dug into her divide.

His finger shoved hard on her anus, luckily the thick wad of panties protected her backside from gaining entry.  She couldn’t stop her anal muscles from clenching as the thick panties shoved harshly between her cheeks and shoved against her anus. His finger slid all the way down to her sex again, her tightly clenched thighs still protecting her innocence.  But it was short-lived and Amy gasped in surprise when she felt the Judge’s hand on her ankle, the unmistakable feel of rough rope wrapped around her thin ankle and tied tightly.  She expected her legs to be spread, but the Judge had moved to the other side, securing her other ankle in another piece of rope.  He tugged harder, the rope digging into her flesh as if he was doing it on purpose to teach her of his power over her.

The Judge kissed the back of her knee lightly, his tongue snaking out to run sensuously over the delicate skin.  He felt her body quivering, never failing to excite a young girl with being touched so familiarly in such an unexpected place.  She would soon experience his tongue all over her body, but first he wanted her legs bound.  Not spread wide, just held so that she couldn’t close them.  He enjoyed the way the young girls bounced around when they could move their legs, but never being able to fully stop him from visiting their body, the rope keeping them from clenching their thighs together tightly. 

  She shuddered in excitement when his tongue licked the back of her knee, never realizing that such a mundane spot could be so erogenous.  Then she felt it, the tug on the rope, forcing her left leg to move outward, bracing her body for the wide spread of her legs.  Then it stopped, her legs only open a slight bit, the Judge already moving over to the other side.  She tugged on the first rope, finding it holding her from closing her leg but still not what she had expected.  Her other leg was forced out like the first. Tugging on the rope, Amy tested it, and found it like the first.  She could close her legs, but not fully.  Her sex was still vulnerable to him and that was what she feared.  She could feel his hot breath on the back of his leg, ashamed that he was almost staring at her sex, his face only inches from her.

He inhaled her scent, the unmistakable odor of arousal.  Soon he would have her pussy wet with desire.

“Take her panties off,” one of the men yelled, eager to see her virgin pussy.

“Show us her treasure,” the Bank President chanted.

“The men want me to uncover your treasures for their pleasure.”  His hands moved up to the top of her panties, yanking them harshly down to below her cheeks, the panties pulling from between her cheeks. Her ass shook from side to side as she panicked, finding her panties slipped down off of her ass.

It was so sudden.  One moment she was protected, the next, her panties were hanging around her thighs, her butt naked.  She tried to tighten her thighs but the ropes were unyielding.  She shook her butt from side to side, trying to evade his hands that she knew were inevitable.  She finally stopped when she realized there was no movement behind her, the Judge had remained motionless, which left Amy perplexed.

They all watched as she bounced around on the bolster, her naked ass thrust up, her panties around her thighs like an errant schoolgirl.  Her gyrations made their cocks jerk in pleasure, catching quick glimpses of the dark treasure between her thighs. 

The crack of his hand on her naked ass rang out in the room, Amy’s mumbled scream and her sharp gyrations responding to the blistering blow.  Another blow to the other cheek, her unprotected butt feeling as if they were on fire. 

“Relax your cheeks and thighs.  Or it will be worse next time.”  He slapped her ass hard, a blistering swat that lashed across both cheeks, making the firm flesh dance.

She began to sob in the rope gag, the pain radiating from her backside to hard to handle.  She couldn’t take much more of this punishment.  He had won, her muscles relaxing, surrendering her intimacy to his fondling hands.  And he didn’t wait to take advantage of her surrender.  His fingers went to her crack, unceremoniously peeling apart her cheeks to reveal her most intimate secrets to their probing eyes.  She had to fight to tighten her muscles, her anus clenching uncontrollably as her backside was opened to their peering eyes.  The shame of it as she felt the Judge blowing on her backside, the hot breath on her anus was so embarrassing.  She felt her body turn red and warm in humiliation. 

“Look at that tiny wrinkled hole.”  The Judge peeled her cheeks back until her crack almost disappeared, her anal ring stretching open until he could almost see inside her black hole.  He felt her straining, her muscles taut.  He blew into the hole, seeing it seem to wink back at him as it began a series of spasms.  “It winks to us,” he teased her, knowing how embarrassing it must be to a young girl to have all these men looking at her asshole.  She had so much to learn and to experience and he would teach her well.

Amy was relieved when he let her shut her cheeks, and she was careful that she didn’t clench her muscles, afraid of more of his powerful spanking.  As his hands slid down, she braced for where his touch was going.  His fingers seem to push between her legs, spreading her lips apart from behind.  She could feel the sudden dampness as he touched her so intimately on her sex, his fingers somehow exciting her at the same time humiliating her.  He nudged out on the inside of her thighs, forcing her to spread her legs open wider.  His body began to press closer to her sex, his hot breath blowing so close to her sex that she could almost feel his mouth on her.  She felt her lips open up, his hands on her ass, arching her up higher, revealing more of her sex to his prying eyes. 

“A virgin hole.  Dark and forbidden.  A delight to the first one to open her up to the delights of a hard cock.  She will never forget the one that takes her innocence from her.  No matter how loving or harsh.”  He cupped her sex from behind, one finger sliding between her lips, his fingertip tapping at her clit.  It was already hard, poking out like a miniature cock.  She might be protesting what he was doing to her body, but she would soon be crying in pleasure beneath his tongue.  “Keep yourself open for me.”  His voice was demanding.  He pulled her ass up higher, his mouth moving closer to her.

She shook her ass, trying to escape the shameful tongue that wormed between her cheeks unexpectedly and attacked her anus with a vengeance.  She couldn’t believe it that someone would actually touch her in such a forbidden place, never mind that it was his tongue that shoved into her backside.  It was such a filthy place to be, she was sure that he would remove it once he tasted her hole.  But his fingers dug into her hips, forcing her to arch back, his tongue driving deeper into her hole.  She felt her anal string stretching around his wet tongue as it lathered her tiny wrinkled hole, her muscles uncontrollably clenching on it as it shoved farther inside her.  She had never felt something enter her backside, and she experienced strange sensations as his tongue wormed its way deep into her clenching rectum.  He could feel his nose pressed against her butt as he shoved hard against her.  She could hear him purring behind her, his sounds of pleasure muffled by her cheeks.

He enjoyed the tart taste of her asshole, his tongue snaking its way inside her resisting asshole.  She fought him, but his slick tongue won, driving deep into her rectum, feeling her muscles clenching on his tongue, trying to drive it from her asshole.  He wiggled his tongue inside her, his hands holding her still as he rimmed her virgin asshole.  She bounced around on his tongue, but he stiffened his thick tongue to slide it into her unwilling hole.  He had over half of his tongue inside her, her anal ring gripping his tongue almost painfully, her hips wagging back and forth almost as if she were enjoying the oral sodomy.

She couldn’t believe anyone would do such a degrading thing, but he continued to tongue her backside, the strange feeling of having something inside her backside so embarrassing, sure that he was tasting things inside her that were not meant to be tasted.  How could he do such a thing?  His other hand was still between her lips, his fingertip still touching her clit, driving her wild as it moved back and forth over the swelling bud, pushing it hard against her pelvic bone.  She didn’t know how long she could stand this, her body beginning to betray her.  The humiliation of being tongue in her backside was being overshadowed by his fingers that were masturbating her sex.  This was just what he did in front of the Sheriff, forcing her to have an orgasm in front of them.

The Judge could feel her pussy juicing up, his finger coated with her juices as he attacked her clit.  He would love to make her cum while being orally sodomized, but he needed relief.  Relief that only Amy could provide.  He pulled his tongue from her asshole, feeling the tiny hole clenching shut, his tongue lashing around the hole, rimming it as the muscles went into spasms.  He pulled his finger from her sex, but not before his fingertip entered her virgin pussy, finding her slick and tight as he pushed one finger inside her until it banged against her hymen.  “Ah, a virgin in all of her holes.  So much to teach.”  He stood up, taking off his clothes slowly as he admired her pussy from behind.  He threw his clothes to the side, stroking his cock as it grew larger and larger. He picked up some oil, the light bouncing off of it as it flowed over his erect member.

Amy was scared, afraid of where he was going to put his penis.  She would have screamed if her mouth was not bound with the rope.

“Snatch her innocence from her,” someone shouted out, all the men eager to see Amy take her first cock inside her, not even caring where it would go. 

“Fuck her in the ass,” the men wanting to see her sodomized.

The Judge moved behind Amy, his hands on her hips, his cock jerking against her cheeks.  He moved his hips, the head of his cock sliding along until it snuggled between her cheeks.  He pulled her hips up, arching her ass up until he was poised.

She felt the hot, rubbery presence on her anus, not fully understanding what it was.  Only when she felt his hands on her hips forcing her into position, his hips pressing forward did she fully comprehend what he was about to do.  She felt the stretching as his weapon pounded against her gates.  He was going to sodomize her, just as she had read in the bible, never even fathoming that anyone would ever do such a thing to her, or that she would let them.   But she had no choice, her naked body was bound over the bolster, her ass hoisted up submissively, his throbbing member pushing hard against her virgin butt.  He was going to force her to take his member in her backside.

The men couldn’t wait, scrambling from their chairs to get a better view of the anal rape.  Three of them gathered around the Judge, wanting to see Amy’s asshole suck his cock deep inside.  The Sheriff sat on the floor, near Amy’s face, wanting to see the expression on her face as she took his thick cock in her tiny asshole.  The Sheriff turned her heads towards her, his hand reaching out to pinch her nipple.  “I want to see you when he fucks his cock in your asshole.”  He would enjoy the pained expression on her face as she took him.  He pulled his cock out of his pants, stroking it with one hand, only inches from her face, his other hand pinching and twisting her swollen nipple. 

“Shove it in hard,” the men cheered the Judge as he pressed his cock against her asshole. 

The Judge couldn’t wait much longer, his balls aching from the need to cum.  He held his cock rigid as he pressed his hips forward, his eyes on her anal ring as his cock tried to breach her tiny hole.  Her anus began to stretch wide, the thick head of his cock battering at her virgin opening, his cock almost bending in half from the fight of her asshole.  He fisted his cock with his hand and gave a grunt as he shoved his hips forward.  That was all that it took, his cock head impaling her anal ring, the tiny hole stretching wide to engulf the head of his cock.  He shoved until her ring nestled tightly just under the head, feeling as if a band was wrapped around his cock, cutting off the circulation. 

Amy screamed into the rope that split her lips, the painful tearing as his large weapon shoved into her resisting backside.  She couldn’t believe the pain, the burning as her hole was forced to open wider than she thought possible.  She was sure that the Judge had rendered her useless, not believing that she could possibly live with the pain much longer.  His cock jerked inside her, the pain increasing as her hole had to stretch for the jerking flesh inside her.  She shook her head in pain. How could the men enjoy her suffering?  It was so degrading for a young girl to be used in such a place.

“Yes, he got the head inside you.  I can see the look of anguish on your face Amy.  It’s not that bad.  Wait until he shoved the whole thing inside you.  You’ll think that a log was shoved up your ass,” laughing as the Sheriff stroked his cock harder, moving closer to her face.  “You’ll get used to it soon.  Men will love to take you up the ass.”

She was dizzy in pain, the Judge’s hands on her hips, feeling his body tense, knowing he was not satisfied. No, he wanted to sink his flesh inside her backside, and she knew that it would only get more painful.  She pushed back with her anus, hoping to relieve some of the pain, the feeling of having something in her backside and unable to push it out discerning.  Her insides tried to push it out, fighting to keep it from entering her backside.

The Judge slapped her ass.  “I like that.  Do it again.”  He felt her muscles clenching on his cock head, knowing she was trying to push him out, but he enjoyed her grasping muscles.  He grunted and pushed with his hips, pulling her ass back onto his cock as if it were a sock he was trying to put on his foot.  He felt her silky insides caressing his shaft as it sank into her rectum, her soft, round tunnel gripping his cock as if it were precious.  He felt her body jerk as he gained another inch, feeling his cock engulfed with her hot, tight insides.  It was better than a pussy.  It felt different, the muscles fighting to push him out bringing such enjoyment to his flesh.  He pulled out, feeling her insides sucking his cock back in as he withdrew until only the head was gripped by her anal ring.  He paused, only for a second before he pushed back in, this time two inches of thick cock breaching her asshole.

The Sheriff was right, it felt as though the Judge was shoving a log up her backside.  A large log.  It tore her insides as it pushed in, withdrew only to shove back in again, each time deeper.  His penis jerked inside her, stretching her insides, sharp cramps in her stomach as she took his member unnaturally.  It was so perverted, the men gathered around her, watching her debasement by the Judge.  The Sheriff was the worst, his eyes on her as her face contoured in pain each time the Judge shoved his weapon up her backside.  And his penis, stroking it only inches from her face, hard from seeing her anguish.  It felt as though he had shoved it all inside her, the thick flesh shoving aside all her resistance as it shoved in and out, the Judge getting excited. His hands were making her hip dance up and down on his member, Amy unable to do anything but take his thick member in her backside, shamed before the men.

The Judge had a third of his cock inside her, feeling her insides squeezing his cock so pleasurably.  He needed to bury his cock inside her before he came, and he wanted her to feel the joy of her taking his cock deep in her guts.  He pulled out, took a deep breath then gave a powerful shove with his cock that buried half of his shaft in her asshole.  He felt her body jerk in pain and yanking his cock up her passage he felt her insides clenching on his cock as if she didn’t want it to leave.  He waited until her asshole clung tightly to the head of his cock, then threw his hips forward in a powerful shove that drove his rampaging cock three quarters of the way inside her asshole. Her body jerked gripping his cock.  Her insides fought every inch of the way, straining to keep his cock out. But his hips were more powerful and he forced his cock deep into her bowels.

It seemed to go on forever, each thrust drove deeper inside her that Amy was sure that it was going to come out her mouth any moment.  It churned her stomach as it tore into her bowels, the unnatural straightening of her guts causing sharp shooting pains in her stomach.  And it kept going on forever, her relief nowhere in sight.  His hips began to jerk in and out, his weapon shoving aside her muscles as it sought the depths of her bowels.  He was grunting loudly behind her, his hands holding her tightly as he buffeted her body.  She couldn’t believe that he had his penis in her backside while the men watched her.  She hadn’t even lost her virginity yet and now she was being sodomized.  The sharp pain felt like he had torn something inside her, but she thought she felt some relief.  His stomach pushed against her butt.  He must have his entire member inside her.  She pushed back with her insides as if she were trying to push it out.  She was rewarded with his member jerking inside her, pushing against the walls of her anal tract.  He had at least stopped, his throbbing cock the full length of her backside.  It felt huge, stretching her from the inside, her insides clenched tightly on the thick shaft.  Then she felt it, the pressure as he pulled out, feeling like her guts were being sucked out.  Her anal ring stretched widely around the shaft as it withdrew, straining to the breaking point when the head of his weapon began to emerge.  He stopped suddenly, pausing for only a second before he thrust back in again.  The air was squeezed out of her lungs by his powerful thrust, her backside going from empty to full in a mater of seconds, her muscles battered into submission by his powerful thrusts.

He began to fuck her hard, hard up the ass, taking her asshole with the full measure of his cock, tearing his thick cock up her asshole only to shove back inside her until he hit bottom, smashing deep inside her guts.   He enjoyed her muffled screams of pain.  His stomach slapped against her up-thrust ass cheeks with each pounding thrust, her body battered.

The Sheriff stroked his cock faster, the head of his cock only inches from her face, the pain etched on her face making him ready to cum.  He yanked her nipple harshly, stretching the rubbery tip, twisting it as he fingers squeezed the blood painfully from the tip.  He could hear the Judge moaning and grunting as he fucked her virgin asshole, ready to cum inside her.  His hand stroked the head of his cock until he was ready to shoot.  He released her nipple, gripping his balls, squeezing the cum from them as he shot a load of cum on her face.

Her backside was numb from the constant pressure of his thick shaft inside her, his hips never relenting, her backside quickly going from empty to full with each thrust.  She would have never imagined such a thing happening to her.  The embarrassment of having a penis shoved up her backside, small farts escaping each time he pulled his penis from her.  His member seemed to get bigger, her insides stretching to the breaking point as he shoved his flesh so far inside her that she thought she would be ruined forever.  It banged painfully inside her, feeling as if a dagger was thrust up her backside, but the Judge didn’t seem to care.  He was too involved in pleasuring himself, his groans of pleasure getting louder as his weapon got harder and bigger.  She felt him bury his weapon deep in her guts, holding inside her as she felt it jerk and twitch.  Then she felt it, the unmistakable feeling as her insides were bathed in his hot seed.  It filled her so completely, his shaft jerking each time he came, the hot crème burning her insides as it filled her bowels with his cum. 

His cock jerked and shuddered before he came.  And cum he did, deep inside her, her twitching insides clenching on his cock as he spewed his hot cum into her hot, pulsating guts.  It seemed that he was cumming forever, not wanting to pull out of the hot, tight hole that gave him so much pleasure. 

It seemed like her bowels were flooded with a gallon of his seed, her stomach swelling as he continued to spew his filthy seed inside her guts.  She felt like vomiting, his filthy seed deep inside her body, Amy unable to get rid of it.  At least it was less painful now, his hard member getting soft as he finished inside her.  She couldn’t stop her muscles from trying to squeeze it out, feeling strange inside her as she felt his member pushed out like a bowel movement.  She turned red in shame when her backside popped his penis out of her hole noisily, tightening her muscles, afraid of having an accident as a loud fart filled the room.  She felt the sharp slap on her ass and his booming voice.  The hot cum dripped down her face from the Sheriff, Amy was glad it missed her bound mouth.

“What a great assfuck,” the Judge bellowed loudly, enjoying the way her asshole squeezed the cum from her red and abused hole.

The other men left the room eager to find the young girl that they had arranged to satisfy their lust, the unfortunate girls having to take a cock up her ass to satisfy the men’s twisted desires.  The Sheriff dressed, his lust satisfied by his hand, unable to afford the girls, having to wait until a young girl was unlucky to cross the path of the law in the town, the Sheriff ready to extract his own justice on the girls virtue.

Amy found herself on the floor in a ball, unable to get up, her body numb from the bondage.  She could feel his seed dripping from her backside, ashamed at how she was used.   It took her a couple of minutes before she could dress, the Judge leaving her alone in the room, the bolster covered in her sweat, the testament to her debasement.  She walked to her room, her backside sore on the inside.  She took a hot bath, her butt feeling good as the hot water washed over her abused hole.  She got into bed, falling into a deep sleep, wanting to put the shameful experience out of her mind. 



Chapter 4

Grace and Bill found themselves waiting impatiently, the noise of loud voices behind the door scaring them.  They were sitting outside the Judge’s library, summoned with little warning to this place, shifting nervously in the bench outside the door.

“I’m scared,” Grace volunteered to Bill.  Amy didn’t like Bill, but Grace never had a problem with him.  And she needed anyone now.

Bill tried to be brave, but he feared what lay behind the door.  “Don’t worry about a thing.” He tried to say it bravely.  He jumped when the door opened, the Judge peering out at them.

“Come in.  Both of you.”  He watched as they got up, admiring Grace’s little body, fit snuggly into the short skirt and pullover, her little tits barely a bump in the top, her ass almost non existent.  Bill was the same way, scrawny legs, tall and gawky for a twelve year old.  But that is what the men wanted and the Judge liked to keep them happy.  After all, they were the ones that kept him in office.

There was four other men in the room, all dressed up in suits and ties, prime and proper, as they were.  Except for this case.  They were here because they wanted to punish Grace and Bill and ultimately receive sexual satisfaction from their bodies before they left.  The Judge was kind enough to arrange this event for them.

Grace started crying as soon as she saw it.  The table was covered with a wide array of whips and paddles.  She knew all to well the pain they would inflict, the orphanage not sparing the rod in keeping the orphans in line.  She hadn’t done anything to deserve a whipping, but she knew that it would only make it worse if she protested.

Bill tried to be brave, but tears were forming in his eyes as he caught sight of the black, leather paddle.  He had received the end of a paddle on his naked ass cheeks too many times at the orphanage.  Some of the guards seemed to enjoy subjecting him to the harsh slap of the paddle, more in fun than for punishment.

The Judge smiled when he saw the terror in their eyes.  He liked Grace, but he didn’t let that stand in the way of satisfying the perverted desires of the powerful men that sat waiting for their chance to administer corporal punishment on the young children.  And he knew it would make his cock as hard as theirs, the children’s screams would make his flesh grow in excitement.

“The boy first,” one of them men’s voice rose up in response.

“Yes,” another chimed it.

“Sit down over there Grace.  It will be your turn soon enough.  Bill, over here.” The Judge saw him hesitate, staring at him, letting him know of the consequences of not obeying. 

Bill walked over to the Judge as if it were his last steps.  The Judge’s hands were outstretched for him, Bill walking into his clutches.  He felt the Judge’s hands move down to the front of his trousers before he even stopped walking, the Judge’s s hands gripping his balls tightly.

“Bill is like a normal boy his age, his cock hard at almost anything.”  The Judge laughed as he gripped Bill between the legs, cupping his balls with his large hand, making him stand on his toes as he snapped his hand around the boy’s delicate ball sack until he groaned in pain.  He could feel Bill’s cock become erect in spite of the pain.  “See what I mean.”  He squeezed his balls harder, Bill squirming in his grip.

Bill didn’t understand how his cock could get hard, but it did, in spite of the Judge’s hand crushing his balls until his stomach turned in pain.  He stood high on his toes, hoping to escape the crushing grip, but it did not good.  He saw two men walk next to him, scared at what they would do to him.

The men crowded around the young boy.  “I’m going to punish you Bill,” John whispered in his ear.  John was the Mayor of the town, a respected citizen with a perverted love of whipping young children, the Judge supplying him a never-ending supply of recruits.  Male or female, neither was preferred.  All they had to do was scream in pain to excite him.  His hand slid down the front of Bill’s trousers, his hands outlining the skinny cock that pushed out.

George moved behind Bill, his hand sliding down to cup Bill’s ass in his large hand.  “Gonna warm that ass,” looking over at the large supply of whips and crops.

Bill could only stand there as the men rubbed his body, one man rubbing his cock, Bill trying hard not to cum.  It felt good now, but he was afraid of what they were going to do, the instruments of punishment all too painful.  He felt the zipper of his pants slide down, a hand slipped in to grip his almost naked cock, the powerful hand gripped it tight.  His belt was loosened, Bill found his pants yanked harshly down his legs until they lay at his ankles, embarrassed as the men began to strip him naked.  A hand slid into his shorts from behind, a calloused hand caressed his naked ass cheeks.

John pulled Bill’s cock from the front of his shorts, the skinny cock standing out straight.  “Pencil Dick,” the man said, teased him.  John moved his hand to the tip of Bill’s skinny cock, two fingers gripped the head and squeezed tight.  He pinched hard. 

George ran his hands over Bill’s ass.  He pinched Bill’s ass when Bill tightened his cheeks.  “Don’t you dare tighten your ass up on me.”  George’s fingers returned to explore Bill’s ass, sliding along the sweat drenched crack, feeling Bill jump when he touched his small anus.  “Tight little asshole,” his finger played over his anal knot.

“Strip him naked,” one of the men still sitting down barked out.

Bill felt ashamed as they forced him to step out of the pants bunched at his ankles.  His shorts were next, his cock springing free as he was stripped naked.  The men looked at him, not as if he were another male, but as if he were a female, sexually looking at him.  His shirt was ripped from his body, George becoming over anxious.  George and John stood him in front of the other men, both of them standing to the side of Bill, George reached down to grip Bill’s cock, pushing it out straight so all could see it in its glory.

“Spread your legs Bills,” John slide his hands down to grip Bill’s naked hanging balls.  “A bit more,” he urged Bill, until he had unfettered access to Bill’s balls, the delicate sack dangling in the open, unprotected.   John began to slap Bill’s balls, first lightly, touching them like a feather, his hand barely grazing the wrinkled sack.  Each time he would strike Bill’s balls harder.

Bill’s feet began to dance, putting his weight back and forth between each foot as he felt the slap on his balls.  George had his cock in almost a death grip, holding it so tight that Bill could barely move.  He could feel his balls bouncing with each slap, up and down, the faint pitter patter of the slaps filling the silent room.  The slaps started to get harder, the hand continuously slapping his ball sack, his stomach beginning to ache from the harsh slaps.  George’s fingernails dug into Bill’s cock, the sharp pain taking away from the uncomfortable slapping of his balls.  George yanked his cock out farther in front of him Bill’s hips forced to move forward to avoid the terrible pulling. 

George began to jerk Bill off, yanking his hand back and forth over Bill’s cock, his fingernails digging into the tender skin until he drew blood, Bill gritting his teeth.  The sound of Bill’s balls getting slapped increased in volume, John slapping the ball sack as it jiggled up and down.

“OOOOWWWW,” Bill cried out in pain as John increased the slapping, John’s fingers snapped Bill’s balls each time, Bill’s stomach cramped from the painful blows.  He tried to pull away, but George had his fingernails dug into his cock, the sharp pain increased the farther he backed away.  He had no choice, spreading his legs wider, not realizing that he was giving John a better angle to slap him.  Bills hands clenched at his sides as he endured the pain, the men enjoying his cries of pain.  Bill tried to double over in pain when John goosed him, his large hand able to encircle Bill’s balls and squeeze them until Bill thought they were in a vice.  Bill tried to move away from the painful grip but George had other ideas, his fingernails digging into the soft, sensitive ridge of Bill’s cockhead.  His cock shrank as soon as he felt the unbelievable pain, feeling like George had taken as knife to his cock.  His body shot forward, only to receive the brutal slaps of John.  Bill screamed out in pain, his stomach twisted into knots as his balls were continually slapped by John.

Bill was made to dance by the two men, his face contoured in pain as they inflicted the cruel punishment on him, his balls and cock subject to the intense punishment.  Bill was sobbing like a baby now, dancing on his two feet as they mauled his sex organs, all for the men’s amusement.  They finally stopped, releasing him, Bill cupping his balls, sure they were black and blue.  He looked at his cock, stained with blood, deep gouges from the fingernails just beneath the head of his cock. 

“Put his cock in a blanket,” one of the men shouted out, eager to continue Bill’s punishment.

“Knot up his balls, don’t let him forget the feeling.”

Before Bill could even see what they were doing, George picked up a leather sheath from the desk, slipping it over Bill’s cock before he could even see it, the initial pain showing that it was not just leather.  Inside Bill could feel the needles poking into his cock, none more than the head, sure that his cock was pierced by at least twenty needles.  A leather string was tied around his cock, laced from one end to the other, George yanking on it until Bill felt it crush his cock.  The needles dug in deeper, piercing his skin.  “OOOOWW,” he cried out.  He shuddered when John cupped his balls, but he did it gently, Bill unable to stop his cock from hardening.  “NNNNNO,” his cock increasing in girth from the touch, but the leather sheath kept his cock tightly contained, the needles digging even deeper into his flesh as Bill tried to block the light touch on his balls out of his mind, not wanting his cock to become erect. 

John grabbed the leather string, looping it around Bill’s balls, high up.  He made it into a knot and pulled tight, pulling it down until Bill’s balls were caught in the deadly grip.  He wrapped it around and around, pulling it down each time until Bill’s balls were condensed into the very end of his ball sack, trapped and vulnerable.

All of his sex was being crushed by the two men, his balls, cramped into a small space, Bill huffing and puffing as the needles pierced his cock.  To make it worse, George began to stroke the leather sheath, pushing hard to make sure Bill felt the touch of the sharp needles into his flesh, Bill unable to stop his cock from growing bigger.  John began to squeeze Bill’s balls, the sudden shock of pain making Bill bend over from the sharp cramp.  Bill thought he would die from the pain.

They brought out the whipping chair, a strange contraption, the leather straps on the chair giving Bill a good idea of its purpose.  “Mount it like a good boy,” John goosed Bill until he obeyed, his face contoured in pain from the incredible tightening of his twin balls. 

Bill found himself kneeling on the wooden structure, John pushed out on Bill’s thighs until he was forced to spread his legs wide.  He could feel the cold air of the room blow on his anus, the tiny pucker exposed, his cheeks pulled back from the wide expanse of his legs.  George pushed down on Bill’s back until his hands were thrust forward, George waiting for his wrists, securing them tightly in the thick black straps, already stained with the blood of the previous occupants.  Bill tried to look back when he felt his slim ankles gripped by the wide expanse of the leather straps, another set of straps at his knees, keeping him securely bound to the chair.

John’s hand slide over Bill’s ass cheeks, pulling apart his cheeks even wider until the tiny winking asshole was exposed.  John’s fingers circled the anal knot, feeling Bill tremble in fear beneath the obscene touch.  “Such a tiny hole.”

George walked around behind Bill, looking at the wide selection of whips and crops before finally selecting a cane.  He rubbed the cane over Bill’s ass cheeks, Bill looking back in terror at seeing the rattan cane.

 “NNNO, NNNOT THHHAAT!”  Bill had seen other boys and girls at the orphanage being caned, their skin rendered bloody by the flexible rod.  They wouldn’t be able to sit down for a week after a bloody session.

The first blow caught him just under his cheeks, the side of the cane slashing across both tender parts of his upper thigh, Bill’s body shoved forward by the powerful blow.  There was a wiss and than a thud, the pain not registering in Bill right away.  It took long seconds before the pain shot up to his brain.  “EEEEEEHHH,” Bill screamed in pain, his skin lacerated by the powerful blow.  Bill had a hard time breathing, sobbing openly now, the pain so intense.

The second blow was higher up, catching Bill across the summit of his cheeks, George putting all of his power behind the cane, the red welt showing up immediately, George loving the feeling as the cane hit Bill’s flesh.

The second blow was worse than the first, Bill’s body shoved forward by the harsh blow, Bill’s hands clenched in pain, screaming like a girl from the horrific pain.  Bill could hardly breathe, George struck his ass ten times before he stopped, Bill hoarse from screaming.  Bill’s ass was ablaze in pain, George methodically caning his ass from the top of his cheeks, all the way down his cheeks, and finally on his delicate thighs, the cane leaving him crisscrossed with bright red welts.

George stopped, his hands rubbed over the bleeding welts, igniting fresh cries of pain from Bill.  He grabbed Bill’s nuts and squeezed them tight until Bill lurched from the pain.

“Let his nuts and cock hang loose.  I think I’ll use a martinet on them.”  George grabbed the martinet from the table, making sure that Bill saw the instrument, laying out the thin strands of leather before Bill’s face, showing him the knots on the ends, knots that would bring such delicious pain to his cock and balls.

Bill was grateful when they released his balls and cock from the evil torture, his balls hanging down free now, his cock already beginning to harden in spite of himself as the man’s hand stroked it back and forth until it did.  His gratitude turned to pure terror when he saw the wicked knots on the martinet.  “No!  Don’t use that on me!”  His high pitched voice rose up as Bill pleaded to the men.

The Judge got up from the chair, the other men gathered around Bill, wanting to see the cruel lashing of his balls and cock.  “Come with me Grace, I have something special for you.”  He put his arm around her almost protectively, but his hard cock pushing out his pants gave away his true intentions.

Grace was led into the next room, her face catching the evil devices in the room, knowing that they were made to inflict pain, though she didn’t know how.  “Please don’t hurt me Judge,” she begged, tears already slipped down her cheeks.

The Judge turned her towards him, admiring her little body beneath the short skirt and white blouse.  “Quiet child,” he whispered into her ear, his hand already moved down to graze her nipples that lay hidden beneath the white blouse.  He felt them pop to attention, attracting attention to them as they pushed out the front of her blouse.  “Such lovely little titties,” the Judge’s fingers gripped them tight as Grace struggled to stand still while he pinched her nipples between his powerful fingers.

She bit her tongue while she stood still, suffering under the Judge’s fingers as it felt like her nipples were caught in a vice.  She huffed until the Judge finally released them, Grace feeling them stand out hard like little pebbles in spite of the pain.

“Take off your blouse,” he ordered her, his hand slide down to run over her ass cheeks while he watched her trembling little hands unbutton the blouse, catching a glimpse of a hard, pointed pink nipple poke out from between the buttons. He clenched his hand on her ass cheeks, watching her hips shoot forward.

She shrugged the blouse off to the floor, standing with her arms to her sides, ashamed at how hard the Judge had made her nipples with his cruel touch.  She felt his hands become more urgent on her butt, the zipper pulled down, Grace watching as the skirt floated to the floor so slowly.  His hand returned to her butt, but this time she felt his calloused hand on her smooth skin, her panties harshly pushed out of the way as his hand slid in to cup her cheek. 

The Judge looked at her immature ass, two tiny cheeks that barely pushed out, a thin crack that hid her asshole from his view.  He yanked the panties down off her ass.  “Kick them off.  And your shoes.  I want you naked.”  The Judge was getting excited.

She pulled the panties from her ankles, bending over to take off her shoes.  She stood back up just in time to hear the loud squeaking as something heavy was slid across the floor.  It scared her, a large wooden triangle, two slim boards that angled up from the floor, both of them meeting in the center, the top tapered into a sharp ridge.  But not smooth, the ridges ragged, tiny pieces of wood splinters running all the way along the ridge.  She didn’t have time to be scared, the clanging of chains falling from the ceiling, a leather manacle hanging from each one catching her attention.

“Put you hands in them.”  The Judge lowered them until Grace willingly put her hands in each manacle, the Judge making short work of securing them tight, the iron manacles dug into Grace’s thin wrists, the clanging as they shut making it so final.  His cock stirred as the chains pulled up, Grace’s arms slowly rose up no matter how much she fought them, her little body pulled taut until he saw the pained look in her face.  Her little naked ten year old body excited his cock as she dangled in front of him, unaware of what would soon befall her body.

She was afraid as the wooden triangle was pushed between her legs, fearing the ridge would tear her sex, relieved when it fell at least a couple of inches from her crotch.  She had to spread her legs as the slanted boards slid between her thighs, stopping when her legs spread at least two feet wide.  “What are you going to do?”

The Judge smiled, his cock erect and throbbing as he looked at the sharp ridge almost cutting her bald slit.  He bent down and started pushing the two slanted boards together, forcing the peak higher, higher towards her open thighs.  “I think you’ll have to get on your toes if you don’t want to cut your slit.”  He could see the terror in her eyes, her body jerking as she felt the first touch of the unyielding wood on her open thighs.  Her toes rose up quickly, almost as if she were a ballerina, the Judge contined to push the peak higher and higher, Grace always forced to arch her feet up until she was almost completely balanced on her toes.

It hurt even for the brief second the wood ridge touched her sex, Grace arched up on her toes to escape the pain.  She looked down, the sharp, ragged ridge between her legs, only inches from her sex.  “Please, no,” she begged, her toes balanced precariously.

“I’m going to leave you for a while.  You’ll be all right as long as you balance on your toes.  I know you can do it.”  As soon as he put the blindfold on Grace, he left her, looking back, admiring her naked body perched up on her toes.

She felt the light blocked from her vision, a dark cloth wrapped around her eyes, Grace unable to see any longer.  “MMMHGG,” her mouth suddenly thrust open, a small rubber ball shoved into her open mouth, another cloth wrapped around her head, holding the ball in her mouth.  She swallowed hard, her cheeks bulging from the large ball.  Now she couldn’t even beg the Judge, nor could she see him. 

“SSSLAAAM,” the door closed, the room suddenly went quiet except for her ragged breathing, Grace not sensing anyone else in the room.  “MMMGGG,” she tried to protest, finally stopping to hang there precariously, no one listening to her muffled cries.

“EEEEEEWWWW,” Bill screamed out in horrific pain, the martinet slapping across his cock, the sharp pain shooting up his back to his brain.  It felt as if he was cutting his cock, his balls jerking back and forth as Bill’s body shook in the tight bondage.  He thought he would vomit, his stomaching turning over, the martinet slashing at his balls, finding the twin nuts hanging undefended, vulnerable to the sharp bite of the whip.  He thought his head would explode from the pain.  “AAAHHH, NNOOO MOOORE!” 

One of them men fondled Bill’s ass, loving the way Bill tightened his cheeks with each slash of the martinet.  The man’s finger slipped between Bill’s sweat drenched crack when Bill loosened his cheeks, the bite of the martinet on his cock forcing him to release them to contend with the pain in his sex organ.  The man took the opportunity to slide his finger into Bill’s wet asshole, breaching his clenching muscle up to the first digit.  “Such a nice tight asshole Bill,” he whispered in his ear.  “Would you like me to fuck you in the ass?”  He twisted his finger in Bill’s asshole, seeing Bill’s body jerk in pain as the martinet swiped painfully on Bill’s balls, the cry from Bill’s lips so satisfying.

In between the pain of the whip, Bill had to contend with the finger that probed his backside, moving in and out slowly, pushing hard on his rectal muscles, Bill unable to stop his cock from hardening.  The finger became more urgent, digging deeper into Bill’s asshole, Bill realizing that the man was opening up Bill’s asshole for sodomy, but anything would be better than the pain that laced his body with each brutal strike of the martinet. Bill was openly sobbing by time they finished, his balls felt as if they were black and blue, his cock burned, cuts laced across the blood stained head.  He could only sob and cry as they let him lose, his hands cupping his balls protectively.  He didn’t even fight them when they arranged him on the large padded chair, forced to his knees, Bill’s body kneeling tall until Bill gripped the back of the chair.

“Push you ass back at us,” the voice ordered Bill, hands on Bill’s hips guiding him until his ass was thrust out behind him submissively.  Bill’s legs were spread until he could feel the air blow across his asshole, open and exposed.  Hands gripped his hips, Bill waited to feel the familiar touch of hot flesh pushed against his anus.  He could only groan loudly as the man behind him pressed his hot meat against his small hole, Bill knowing that he was about to be entered again, but this time with something bigger than a finger, Bill bracing for the pain that he knew was coming.  Bill gasped in pain at the sudden intrusion, his anal ring forced to open and close over the thick head of the man’s cock.  Bill felt so stretched, the huge head throbbing inside his rectum, but Bill knew that the man wouldn’t be happy with just the head of his cock in Bill’s asshole.   “EEEEHH,” Bill cried out as he was impaled on the thick cock, the man drove six inches of cock into Bill’s asshole, not caring about Bill’s pain, only wanting to feel Bill’s gut wrapped around his plundering cock.

The man couldn’t believe the hot, tight hole, his cock squeezed so tight, grunting as he fed his man-meat into the young boy’s asshole, each time rewarded with high pitched screams of pain.  Bill’s clenching muscles rippled up and down his cock, the man unable to control his lust any longer.  He began pumping his cock in and out of Bill’s ruptured asshole, his cock pleasured by the spasms that rippled through Bill’s asshole from the sodomy.  When Bill would loosen up, the man would reach down and goose Bill hard, driving Bill to shove his hips back, back onto the cock that was fed into his asshole, driving it deep into Bill’s guts.

The man was rutting back and forth in Bill, not caring of Bill’s pain, only concerned with filling Bill’s anal tract with his hot crème.  Bill grunted and groaned as he suffered under the brutal sodomy, relieved when Bill felt his bowels sprayed with the man’s hot cum, bathing his insides.  Bill’s relief when short-lived, another man taking the place of the other, Bill finding himself again impaled on a hard cock, this one longer, giving Bill cramps as the man dug it deep into Bill’s guts.  The cock went in far deeper than it should, Bill finding his stomach cramped from the sharp pains in his guts.

The Judge watched Bill’s anal rape, his cock growing thick as he imagined Grace in the other room.  He finally couldn’t wait any longer, a half an hour long enough for Grace’s feet to begin to cramp and fail her, wanting to enjoy the spectacle on Grace’s face as the wood triangle split her young thighs for the first time.

The Judge quietly opened the door, not wanting for Grace to hear him.  His hand slid down to the front of his pants, gripping his cock as the saw the sight before him.  She was so beautiful in a perverted way.  A lovely young girl, naked, the sweat on her body making it glisten in the lights trembled before him.  Her slim, white body was drawn tight by the chains that captured her slim wrists, her small immature breasts were barely bumps on her chest, but you could see the tiny hard nipples that looked as if they would burst, dark red, contrasting with her alabaster skin.  The blindfold made her all the sexier, her head looking around as if she could sense that he was in the room.  He held his breath, not wanting her to hear him.  The Judge’s eyes traced down her slim waist to her buttocks, looking obscene, the wooden ridge of the triangle splitting her thighs, sticking out in front.  He saw her legs tremble, her calves taut as she struggled to keep on her toes.  Her body would jerk, the Judge knowing that it was cramps in her toes, her body wobbled, poised above the wooden ridge that would split her crotch painfully when she fell on it.

Grace began to panic, the Judge left her, seeming like hours by now, her legs felt like rubber, her toes shot pain to her brain.  She remembered the sharp ridge of wood that lay just beneath her spread thighs, the splintered wood that would pierce her sex if her legs failed her.  She could only imagine the pain if she had to rest her sex on the sharp ridge, her delicate skin would be torn.  “OOOHH,” she moaned in pain, the toes in her right leg cramping up, Grace unable to stand it any longer.  She began to slowly lower her body down, her body waited for the pain that she knew was coming.  “EEEWW,” another cramp, having no choice but to lower her sex down on the wooden ridge.  It felt as if it was going to split her up the middle, sure that it was a sword between her legs, the sharp pain racing through her loins.  God, it hurt so bad, Grace holding her breathe, even her breathing made her body move, slicing her sex with even the slightest movement.  Both of her feet were on the ground, Grace huffing and puffing, the pain radiating from between her legs, sure that she would be ruined for life. 

The Judge moved to get a better look, leaning over to see her hairless pussy split by the harsh wood, her labia split apart wide, enjoying the pained look on her face.  Her nipples almost seemed to get bigger as she groaned in pain. 

Her toes gained back some of their strength, Grace rose up again, relieved when the wooden ridge no longer split her thighs.  Grace wished she could rub her sex, feeling as if it were still sliced by the wood.  She balanced high up on her toes again, her body moved back and forth, sweat ran down from her armpits as she struggled in the tight bondage.  Why did the Judge do such a thing to her? 

She only lasts a few minutes this time, the Judge taking in her lovely body as her feet returned to rest flat on the ground again, a groan of pain as her thighs split between the sharp ridge of the wood.  The Judge could see clearly her labia as the wooden ridge pushed between them, Grace jerking up and than back down, sure that a splinter had stabbed her pussy, maybe even the soft, sensitive inner lips of her gash. 

It felt as if an ice pick was jabbed into her sex, even pulling up didn’t stop the pain, sure that it was one of the wooden splinters that were stuck in her sex.  She pressed back down, unable to stop the sharp pain as the wooden ridge drove the splinter deeper into her body.  Her insides felt bruised as she tried to settle down on the wooden ridge.  She couldn’t last more than a few minutes before she rose back up again, some relief from the sharp splinter that stabbed into her sex.  Without enough time to rest, her toes give out, Grace not sure that she would be able to rise up again.  She lowered herself down on the cruel wooden ridge, sliding forward when the splinter started to drive into her body, the splinter pushed sideways, but not before she felt the sharp bite of the wooden ridge slice her lips.  “OOOHH GODDDD, it hurts so bad.” She mumbled unintelligently through the ball gag, her, her bruised sex pushed hard on the sharp ridge by her own weight.

The Judge enjoyed the slow torture of her sex, his cock never so aroused before.  He could only imagine what she was feeling, and what she would be willing to do to escape it.  Somehow she managed to gather up enough strength to pull up one last time, but she fell back down before she could even rise up all the way, her body falling onto the wooden ridge with all of her own body weight betraying her, driving her sex onto the sharp ridge with such a force that she yelped in pain as the unyielding wood bruised her inner sex.

The Judge moved closer, Grace turning towards him, sensing his presence.  He could see the fatigue and pain etched in her face.  His finger slid down her side lightly, her body jerking, a yelp from her lips as her sudden movement forced her hips forward, another of the sharp splinters driving into her sex.  He watched as she moved back and forth over the ridge, her young body unable to stay still, the pain racing through her hairless crotch. 

Was it the Judge that she felt?  A shiver ran through her as a finger lightly traced down her side, Grace tried to hold still as the wood cut her sex harshly.  The finger moved up to one nipple, Grace unable to control her own emotions, feeling her nipple swell under the delicate touch of the finger.  How could she get aroused when her sex ached so terribly?  Her other nipple was similarly teased into hardness, Grace arched her back to feel the finger harder, in spite of the pain as her slit rubbed along the ridge.  The hand slid down to her waist and over to her crotch, sliding down until she felt it touchi the wooden ridge just beneath her split. 

“Raise up,” the Judges voice comforting to her.

She struggled to get back up on her toes, her body shook as she balanced high up.  She feels his hands between her legs rub her sex, anything to relieve the pain from the wooden ridge. 

The Judge was surprised, finding Grace’s pussy wet.  He looked down, seeing the wood stained with her love juices.  It was a fine line between pain and pleasure, Grace unable to comprehend he own bodies reaction.  He played with her lips, peeling them back so he could stroke the wet, silky inner lips. He put one finger inside her, her clenching muscles welcoming it until he banged against her hymen.  Her body jerked in pain.  He took his finger out, tracing a path up and down her gash, slowly running his finger over her immature clit, rolling the little bud while her hips tried to hold still.  “Lower yourself back down again child.”

She began to cry, but she obeyed him, settling her sex back on the sharp wood, her body trembling as she tried to find an un-bruised part of her sex, finally resting as the wood pushed into her pelvic bone.  She was relieved when he pulled the ball from her mouth.

“Don’t say anything,” he warned her.  He took off her blindfold, her eyes looking first between her legs to see how much she had harmed herself.

“Are you ready to do anything if I take you off the wooden ridge?”

She shook her head yes, her eyes pleading with him.  Grace watched as the Judge began to undress, taking off his pants and finally his shorts, standing naked before her.  She couldn’t believe how big his penis was.  It looked twice the size of before, thick and demanding as it bobbed in front of him.  She knew that she was about to lose her virginity to the Judge.

“I’ll take you off as soon as I cum.  But first you will have to please me.”  He hefted his cock with his hand, rock hard, wanting so badly to enter the young girl, wanting to take her virginity from her.

She nodded her head, not sure how he was going to do it.  He didn’t release her, her sex still pushed hard onto her wooden ridge.  He walked around behind her, his hands on her hips, Grace waited to see what he what he would do.

The Judge had designed the wooden ridge so it stopped just beyond her crotch.  He looked down, her pussy red as is hugged the wooden ridge.  He looked up higher, her tiny asshole just a tiny speck compared to his huge, throbbing cock.  He moved in closer as his hands held her hips, rubbed his cock up and down her sweat drenched crack, covering his cock with her sweat. 

The Judge grabbed her hips firmly, pulled her ass up, Grace not having to do anything, grateful for the relief from the wooden ridge.  Her relief was short lived, feeling a hot, rubbery touch on her anus.  She turned around, seeing the lust in his eyes.  “NNNOO.  NOT THERE!”  It would be worse than the wooden ridge, his penis too big to go up her tiny hole without a lot of ripping and tearing.  Losing her virginity would be painful enough, but she couldn’t even fathom the tearing and pain she would feel if he stuck his penis up her backside.

“Quiet child,” he urged her, his lust beyond control.  Nothing would stop him from burying his cock deep into the depths of her young bowels.  He pushed with his hips, rewarded with a quiet cry of surprise from her lips as her anal ring was forced open, the head of his cock slick with her sweat.  He looked down, her little hole swelling in size, his cockhead forcing it wider and wider as he grunted with each push of his hips.  He was sure that her would tear her, but he was beyond reason,  the Judge pushed harder, her anal ring suddenly forced open and snapped shut on the head of his cock, pulled tightly just below the head.

Her head shot up as she screamed in pain, feeling like a tree was shoved up her backside.  It burned and ached, her ass opened, spasms igniting pain in the stretched hole.  She felt the plum like head of the Judge’s penis jerked in pleasure in her backside, openly crying in pain.  “Don’t move,” she begged him.  She held her breath.

The Judge began to push his cock deeper into her little body, hugging her close, his hands on her hips as he drew her onto his waiting weapon.  He grunted with each shove of his hips, her tight, clenching asshole fighting the intrusion of his cock in her soft, round hole.  He would feed her an inch of cock, pull out until only the head of his cock was grabbed by her clenching anal ring, than thrust back in, pulling her onto his cock as if she were a sock, her tight, hot insides pulled tightly over his thick shaft.  She was crying, deep sobs that sounded so sexy to him, each time her voice rising up in tone when he shoved into her virgin asshole.  He had over half of his cock inside her, her insides clung to his shaft as if she didn’t want him to leave, her muscles rippled up and down his hot flesh.

She thought she would die from the pain, her backside feeling as if it wore torn and bleeding, but the Judge never let her alone, each time he pulled her back by her hips, filled her backside even deeper by his throbbing member, the thick shaft pushing aside all Grace’s resistance to plunge deep into her guts.  It felt as if it would come out her mouth, the thick head power-driving inside her, Grace’s little body bounced around like a doll as the Judge’s hands pulled her on and off of his rigid pole.

He groaned in lust, his cock embedded deep into her guts, as deep as he could get.  It felt like a giant furnace squeezing his cock, her hot insides enveloping his cock in a hot blanket, gripping it tightly.  He made his cock jerk inside her, her body jerking as he did.  “You are so hot and tight Grace,” he purred into her ear.  But he needed to cum.  He began to pull his cock out of her clenching tube.

It felt as bad going out as it did going in, Grace gulped loudly as the Judge’s penis pulled from her backside.  She could feel a giant vacuum behind the head of his penis, her insides caving in as it pulled out, dragging her guts out with him.  It seem to go on forever, her hips held up submissively by the Judge until the head of his penis reached her anal ring, stretching it wide.  The Judge held there for only a second before he plunged back in, driving his penis inside her like a giant dagger, piercing her painfully.  She threw back her head and cried out in pain.

Her insides were pushed aside by the strength of his hips as the Judge drove his cock into her bowels until his stomach slapped harshly against her ass cheeks.  He enjoyed her scream of pain, his cock jerked in pleasure, her muscles gripping it so tight he thought she would squeeze the blood from the head.  He pulled back out, only to plunge back in with another powerful thrust, rocking her little body back and forth as he began to rhythmically sodomize her child body.  He wouldn’t last long fucking her with the deep penetrating strokes, the cum swelling up his balls, ready to dump his load of seed into her asshole.

It felt like a giant log sawing back and forth in her backside, her body buffeted back and forth, her backside going from empty to full in seconds, the Judge’s stomach slapping harshly against Grace’s cheeks.  She couldn’t take much more of this, his brutal sodomy taking a toll on her naked, sweat drenched body.  It was strange, Grace almost thankful for the Judge for taking her off the sharp edge that had sliced up her slit, willing to exchange it for the sodomizing strokes of his penis inside her.  She hoped that he would cum soon, even if it meant that he would unleash a load of his hot cum into the far depths of her colon.

“As much as I’m enjoying your hot, tight asshole, I want more Grace.  I’m going to lower you down on the edge of the plank.  I’ll enjoy the way the pain will make you tighten your asshole on my cock.  It will bring my juices up from my balls into your asshole.  Only after I cum will I release you.”  He slowly lowered Grace’s hips until he heard the unmistakable cry of pain as the edge split her thighs.  He had his cock buried in her asshole, rewarded with a further tightening of her muscles, sure that he wouldn’t be able to pull his cock out, her hot insides clenched so tight.

The wood cut into her sex, biting painfully into her soft, inner lips, bruising her flesh as the Judge lowered her down, her own weight pushed her sex hard onto the unyielding wood.  “EEEEEH,” between the pain in her sex and the thick flesh in her backside, the whole area between her legs was ablaze in pain.   She felt the penis pulling from her, the Judge holding her down on the edge of wood.  “Yes,” he cried in pleasure, fucking back into her, Grace crying out as the Judge drove her body harder into the hard wooden edge.  In and out he sodomized her tiny hole, the tingling of his balls and anus signaling his impending orgasm.  He shoved in one last time, burying his cock so deep in that he could feel the bend in her colon.  Her body jerked in pain as he came, his cock swelled in pleasure as he blasted her guts with his hot cum.

Her backside stretched wider as his penis grew in size, Grace understanding that it did that when he came.  She felt it deep inside her, like a hose spraying her insides with his salty cum, her insides screamed in pain as the salt burned her abraded flesh.  Load after load the Judge dumped in her, her stomach gurgling from the large amount of seed he dumped into her.  She was finally relieved, the Judge pulling her off the wood plank, his cock squeezed out of her backside by her clenching muscles.  She collapsed on the floor, the Judge standing over her, his cock already rapidly shrinking. 

“I enjoyed your asshole Grace.  Now for your reward.”  He kneeled between her legs, hooking his hands beneath her knees, bending them back until the full plane of her sex was open and available to him.  He looked at her asshole, red and swollen, his white, milky cum dripping from the abused hole.  With his tongue out, he began to slap up and down her slit, surprised to find Grace as wet as she was. 

She trembled as she felt the pleasure of his tongue, lapping from the bottom of her slit all the way to her clit.  Except for the uncontrollable clenching of her anus, his tongue felt so good, especially when he touched her pleasure button.  The Judge sucked it deep into his mouth, his tongue slapped back and forth over the tip as he stretched it with his powerful suction.  The sodomy was soon forgotten as she thrashed about on the floor in pleasure, finally cumming under the tongue and fingers of the Judge, spending on his face. 

The Judge picked her up and carried her off to his bed, the other men having finished with Bill, sending him back to his room as they drank brandy and smoked cigars, wallowing in their bliss.  The Judge washed her ravished body with a warm washcloth, snuggling up next to her as he turned off the light.  He awoke about four hours later, his cock hard, the gentle snoring of Grace next to him reminding him of the tight holes she had to offer him.  The moon was shining in the window, illuminating the room.  He stroked his cock as he pulled the blanket off of her body.  His cock grew larger as he saw her naked body, drawing her over onto her stomach.  He spread her legs until they touched the edges of the bed, crawling between them, his cock jerking when he caught sight of her asshole.  It had shrunk down, still slightly red and abused. 

He licked one finger and put it into her asshole, finding it still slick with his juices, a slight groan from her tired body.  One finger became two, his other hand stroking his cock as he imagined how it would feel to be inside her ass again. 

Grace felt the unmistakable burning in her backside, her eyes opening up to see the Judge next to her, pumping his penis up and down with his hand.  She felt his fingers inside her, stretching her terribly abused backside with his urgent fingering.

The Judge saw that she was awake.  “Up on your knees Grace.  I want you in the ass again.”

She knew she had no choice, lifting up her little backside, his hands holding her legs spread wide, feeling her cheeks pulled back, her anus feeling strange as the dried cum pulled open.  She could only grit her teeth and wait for the sodomy to begin again.




Chapter Five
Virginity for a Price

The room was filling up fast, the smell of cigars clogging the air, the clicking of ice cubes in the glasses droning in the background.  The carriages brought them to the Judge’s house, over fifteen of the wealthiest men in the county.  And the most perverted, for tonight the Judge was auctioning off the virginity of Amy to the highest bidder.  All knew that even if they didn’t win, the auction was worth the time, the girl displayed for all of them, the Judge making sure that she encouraged the highest bids, her body slowly exposed, her talents revealed.

It was a large room, the upholstered chairs circled around the hastily erected stage, a warm fire lighting up the room.  Servants brought the men drinks, young girls dressed in short dresses that barely covered their sex, the bodice tight around their bosoms, hands touching and fondling the young girls with immunity.  You would not be able to find a soft cock in the crowd.  Even the walls were adorned with Grace’s photographs as well as oil painting of various sexual acts, most of them perverse and unnatural.  The air was filled with eroticism, all meant to entice the maximum amount of money from the bidders.  The Judge’s did this well.

The Judge walked into the room, a sudden hush sweeping the room as he walked to the stage.  Walking timidly behind him was Amy, her head down, a slight blush across her skin.  She was not dressed in the sophisticated clothes like before, tonight the Judge wanted her to look her age, a simple white blouse that buttoned up the front, though it was cut to fit her to a tee, the material molded to her flesh, especially her pert, little breasts.  She couldn’t help that her nipples were hard, the Judge not giving her anything to wear under the blouse, the material starched and scratchy.  Each time she moved, the gentle bounce of her breasts would scratch her nipples across the rough material, the tips already sore and tender.  She was humiliated that the constant erection of her nipples had driven a lust between her legs, finding her pussy getting wet in spite of the pain.  She knew that would not be a bad thing, for the Judge had already told her of tonight.  She would lose her virginity to the highest bidder, at least if she were wet it might be less painful.  She had already suffered under the brutal sodomy of the Judge, knowing that the men he consorted with liked to inflict pain on young girls, tonight would surely be a painful experience.  Not something a young girl dreamt about, losing her virginity to her lover in a gentle, romantic night is what she had expected.  This would be quite different.

The men watched as the young girl moved behind the Judge, already showing her submissive personality.  She might only be thirteen, but her body was already beginning to bloom.  Her hips were beginning to blossom, a firm ass swayed beneath the skirt she wore, full at the bottom, but clinging to her ass until it got to the top of her legs.  She walked with a delicious swaying that enticed all the men’s eyes, her ass moving from left to right almost hypnotically.

The Judge stopped, waiting patiently for Amy to stand next to him.  He was sure that every cock in the room was hard, all imagining them laying on this sweet girl, their adult cock plunging through her innocence as they kissed away her scream of pain.  She stood next to him, the Judge able to make out a gentle shaking of her body in fear.  He could almost smell the fear on her.  The men would like that.  “Thank you all for cumming tonight,” the audience laughing at the play on words.  “Some of you have already met Amy, for some of you she is new.”  His hand pushed her chin up, making her face the audience.  “A lovely creature, only thirteen.”  He brushed her hair to the side so they could see her face, her large green eyes staring at the men in the audience.  “A pretty face,” his hand gently rubbing over the silky smooth skin of her cheek and as the Sheriff can tell you looks very erotic covered in cum.”  The laughter broke out again.  “An adorable mouth that is untouched, two virgin holes sold to the highest bidder tonight.”

The men in the audience were openly stroking their cocks through their pants while the Judge listed her assets with such enthusiasm.  His hands ran around her lips, pushing them inside, making her open her mouth until she clasped her lips around the finger.  The Judge was moving his finger in and out of her mouth as if it were a cock, only much smaller.  Amy dreaded a cock in her mouth, seeing all of the seed that the Sheriff’s cock spit on her face, the seed thick and hot.  She could never take that in her mouth, never mind the length of it.  She was thrown back to the reality of the situation, the drone of the Judge’s voice in the background until she felt his large hand move to the front of her blouse.

“A nice set of tits, with nipples made for punishment.  Thick and hard, meant to be squeezed by powerful fingers.  Or clamps.  And big enough to tie up.”  He thought of the way she took to the other bondage, bent over the bolster, her ass thrust up, tied down, unable to stop them from committing their unspeakable acts on her.  She did nothing to stop them, submitting almost too willingly.  The men liked the girls to have a bit of reluctance in them, enjoying a girl that squirmed to get away.  His hand openly fondled her lovely tit, his fingers squeezing on the firm flesh until he saw her lips clench tight in pain.  He moved to the other one, crushing the flesh beneath his large hand as Amy stood submissively by his side, his fingers pinching her nipple until she gave a out a shrill cry of pain, the audience loving her pained expression on her face.

She couldn’t do anything as the Judge squeezed her breasts painfully, finally crying out in pain as his fingers crushed her already sensitive nipple.  His hand moved down the front of her blouse, carefully popping open each button, the tight fit making the material fold back leaving a wide expanse of her white skin revealed, including her cleavage.  The rough material rasped across her nipples, further inciting there erection, Amy looking down, embarrassed as they brashly pushed out the thin material of the blouse.  He yanked it harshly out of her skirt, pushing it aside until her naked breasts were revealed to the gawking men in the audience, her bosom turning red in shame as being so openly exposed.  It was hard for a thirteen year old girl to be stripped naked, Amy not having the self confidence of an older girl that had a body that was fully matured.  She was ashamed that her breasts were so small.  She shivered when his calloused hands returned to her breasts, lifting them up as if he were presenting them to the men in the audience.  She looked down, her nipples extending out into sharp points, already red from the constant chafing and the Judge’s pinching fingers. 

The Judge slipped the blouse off of Amy, her arms hanging uselessly at her side.  He cupped the smooth, silky flesh, his fingertips rubbing across the erect tips.  “The lucky man will get to suckle these lovely tits tonight.”  He teased both of her nipples, finally pinching the throbbing flesh, a slight moan from Amy.  “Spread your legs Amy.”  She obeyed without question, spreading her legs like a wanton whore.  She had learned that disobedience was met with punishment.  The Judges hand moved down to the edge of her skirt.

She spread her legs, the Judge’s fingers making her body jerk as they touched the top of her naked legs, gripping the top of her skirt.  He made sure his fingers traced up her naked leg as he slowly pulled it up for all to see her, sliding it up her legs until it was almost to her waist.  She refused to look down, knowing that the men could see her panties, her spread legs leaving little to the imagination beneath the clinging white panties the Judge had furnished her with. 

The men looked at the lovely girl, the virginal white panties at least a size too small, the material molded to her flesh like a second skin.  Her slit was clearly revealed, the panty material pushed into the crack, a hint of moisture revealing her unwanted arousal.  Her vulva was almost hairless as the panties clung to the puffy flesh.  All of them thought of plunging the erect cocks into her virgin hole and making her scream in pain as they tore her innocence from her. 

The Judge unsnapped the skirt adroitly, the garment falling to the floor, Amy clad only in her tiny panties.  “Turn around,” teasing the men as they gazed at her ass, the panties clinging to her butt, her cheeks tightened, the material pushed and trapped in her crack.  He knew this would only inflame the men’s lust, all of them imaging how tight her pussy would be when she tightened up on their hard cock.  He let her stay with her back to the audience as he slipped the panties down over her ass cheeks, tugging them as they pulled from her crack.  He pushed them down her legs, Amy obliging him by closing her legs until they settled around her ankles.  “Step out of them.”  Her legs kicked them off, spreading her legs slightly without being told.  “Good girl,” he encouraged her.  His hands touched her naked ass cheeks, enjoying the way her muscles naturally clenched tight, her buttocks taut.  “Relax your ass Amy.  Let me have my way with you.”  She obeyed without question, the Judge’s large hand gripping one cheek and squeezing it tight, all of the men watching as her cheeks spread open, her crack revealing the treasure tucked snuggly between it. 

She hated it when he touched her ass, remembering the painful sodomy and the humiliation of being taken in such a perverse manner.  His hands spread her cheeks until she felt the night air blowing on her anus, knowing that all of the men could see her abused hole.

“She has a delightful asshole, hot and tight.  And she clenches a cock in such a delicious manner, I’m sure that she will provide the same assistance from the one that takes her in her pussy.  Her asshole is a little red and swollen from my previous sodomy.”  He held her cheeks apart so all could gaze lustily at her asshole, all imaging that cocks snuggled in such a hot, tight perverse hole.

She felt the Judge turning her around, her head hanging down in shame as her pussy was revealed to the men.  The Judge’s hand lifted her chin up, Amy forced to stare at the men as they gazed lustily at her, not looking at her face, but between her legs.

“You’re going to have to spread your legs wider now Amy.  They want to see your lips part.”  Her legs shuffled to the side, the Judge staring down between her legs as her lips began to part.  Even when a virgin spread her legs, her tight lips still were barely parted.  The light pubic hair was barely visible to him, sure the men in the audience could see none of it.  You could barely hear a pin drop, the men in the audience so quiet as they gazed in awe at Amy’s virgin pussy.  It wasn’t that often they were afforded such a spectacle, a thirteen year old virgin pussy revealed to their eyes.  Each knew only one would get to enjoy the insides of this remarkable girl. 

The Judge was not going to touch her, letting instead for Amy to do it.  A small boudoir chair was brought in quietly, the upholstered chair made for a girl to recline on.  “Sit down Amy.”

Amy turned when she heard the commotion behind her, seeing a man bring out a chair.  She sat down on it, swinging her legs up on it, almost able to recline on it, her legs tightly clenched together.  She was surprised when the Judge didn’t touch her, not understanding it. 

“I’m afraid the men want to see more then that Amy.  Bring your knees up.  Yes, that’s a good girl.”  Amy brought her knees up, her feet together, hiding her intimate charms from the men.  “Now let your knees bow out, reveal all of your treasures to the men.”  She reluctantly parted her knees, her feet together as her knees parted until they almost touched the seat of the chair.

She did as she was told, spreading her knees, feeling her pussy lips peeling back, the cool night air blowing between her lips onto her heated flesh.  It was obscene to be spread like this, all of the men having an unobstructed view between her legs, her body flushed in shame.  If this wasn’t bad enough, the Judges words that came out next made it so much more shameful.

“I want you to masturbate for the men Amy.  Play with that lovely pussy until you cum.”

She looked at him in shocked disbelief.  She had just learned to masturbate, but that was in the privacy of her own bedroom.  Alone.  To ask a thirteen year old girl to openly masturbate for a room full of older men was so perverse that she could even respond, her body frozen in fear.

“I wouldn’t tell you again Amy.  Either perform as I instructed you or I will get a whip and lash your pussy with it.  I’m sure the men in the audience would appreciate that just as much.”  He looked at her, staring into her frightened eyes, Amy knowing he was serious.

She had no choice, knowing the cruelty of the Judge.  Her fingers moved down over her naked stomach as if they had a will of their own.  Her fingers moved along the edge of her slit, surprised and humiliated to find that her pussy was already wet.  How could this demeaning act make her aroused?  She saw all of the men looking at her as her fingers began to go to work, moving between her lips as if she was in her private bed beneath the covers of her bed.  Her pussy lips parted as two fingers moved up and down, gathering up her juices, Amy fighting the arousal that she was instigating.  Her legs stayed submissively spread wide, her hips began to make an unmistakable movement, her ass slowly rising up from the chair as her fingers moved to the top of her slit, moving back down as it slid back down to her tight hole.  She felt the arousal building quickly, ashamed that she couldn’t control her own animalistic behavior, acting like a dog in heat as she humped her fingers.

It was such a sight to watch a thirteen year old virgin openly masturbating in front of them, her pussy revealed to all of them, her fingers pushing aside her lips until they could almost make out the dark, forbidden virgin hole that lay nested between her thighs.  Her shame had turned to lust, her hips moving up and down in a gentle fucking motion, all of their cocks hard in anticipation of taking the young girls virginity forcefully from her.  She cried out when her fingers moved up to her clit, slapping at the tiny bud until it was revealed, now hard and throbbing as her fingers rubbed it so erotically.  Her legs were now pulled back, revealing more, her ass cheeks parted, tiny tremors in her anus barely visible to the men in the audience.  You could tell by the expression on her face that she wouldn’t last much longer, her lust etched in her features.

She forgot all about the men that were watching her, fucking her fingers, her clit rubbed so casually as the first tremors of her impending orgasm spread through her body.  Her nipples swelled from the approaching orgasm, one hand reaching up to tap at the hardened flesh, pinching it harder then she would normally do, as hard as the Judge had done.  Her hips were moving up and down, her fingers slipping down, inside her, banging against her hymen, knowing this would be the last time she would feel it, her innocence to be snatched from her tonight but one of these strange men.  It mattered little as she felt the tremors race through her body, her pussy gushing onto her fingers, as one finger inside her became two, plunging in and out as her other fingers crushed her clit as the orgasm exploded, Amy crying out in lust.  She cared little of the men that watched her, consumed by her orgasm that rippled through her body.  She had never felt such a powerful orgasm, not sure if it were the openly exhibitionism that incited the deep seated lust or the thought of losing her virginity.  It made little as the orgasm ripped through her body as she cried out in pleasure.

She came for long minutes, her fingers never idle, sliding in and out of her virgin passage, her juices glistening on her fingers.  She pinched her nipples, her clit, all driving her orgasm until she finally slumped in the chair, exhausted.

“Very good Amy.  Gentlemen, you have seen how amorous this young girl can be.  The bidding will begin now.  The winner will have her for the night, to do as you please, her mouth and pussy both virginal.  She will bring you much pleasure tonight, memories to recall for many years.  This is a one in a lifetime opportunity.  Let the bidding begin.”

The bidding was loud and rapid, no one having the leadership for more then seconds, the previous bid continually passed until the sum reached astronomical proportions.  The men finally began to fall by the wayside until it was down to two, the others disappointed.  It still took another ten minutes until the final bidder won out, standing up and boldly exclaiming his success, the others congratulating him as the room began to empty.

Amy was led off as the bidding continued, given back her clothes, taken to one of the large bedrooms were she would be deflowered in style and comfort.  She sat in one of the chairs, waiting for her own demise, her eyes fixed to the door to see which man would take her innocence from her.  She didn’t have to wait long, the door handle turning slowly as she waited with bated breath.

William Hayes entered the room, having paid the Judge the princely sum of money for this privilege.  His cock strained his trousers, but tonight Amy would satisfy all of his lust.  Even at sixty years old, he was still virile, none more then tonight when he would snatch her virginity from her.  He walked into the room, the girl sitting nervously on a chair for him.  “You may call me William,” he spoke to Amy.  “Since we are going to be on such intimate terms.”  He sat in one of the chairs, his hand sitting absently in his lap, stroking his cock brazenly.  “Strip for me.  Then I will teach you how to suck a cock with your mouth.  You will have to acquire the necessary skill tonight because I intend to take the pleasure of your lovely body more then once before morning.  By time I am finished with you, you will be an expert cock sucker.”

That is what Amy feared the most, even more then losing her virginity.  She just couldn’t fathom taking a cock in her mouth.  Especially a big one.  She had seen what they did to Bill, forcing their cocks down his throat and making him choke.  And finally shooting their cum in his mouth and making him swallow it.  Her only hope is that William would be too eager to take her virginity that he wouldn’t spend much time with her mouth.  But she went about the task of stripping for him, her shyness almost gone now after being stripped naked and masturbating in front of the group of men.  And cumming so unashamedly. 

William watched as Amy began to take off her blouse again, this time he would be the one to play with her naked body, the young girls his for the night.  And he intended to take his time and take her often, sure that her mouth would inspire his cock back to fullness, the sight of a young girl with your cock between her lips always inciting his lust.  Her small, naked tits came into view, her nipples still hard.  “Such lovely tits Amy.  Play with your nipples and get them harder.  Like you did before.”

She slipped the blouse to the floor, standing naked to the waist in front of him.  He had to remind her of the way she openly masturbated her body, her fingers moving up to cup her breasts, her fingertips playing across her nipples until she felt the familiar stirring between her legs.  How could she become wet so easily?  And so fast after cumming.  What was the Judge turning her into?  She arched her back, sticking her youthful breasts out provocatively for him, her nipples almost pointing straight up.  She looked over at him, his trousers undone, his cock sticking out of his pants.  His cock was large, larger then the Judge’s.  And the more he stroked it, the thicker it became.  She knew it would hurt when he put it inside her, her pussy not yet fully developed, but William caring little, wanting only to stick his adult cock inside her virgin hole. 

“Yes, its big isn’t it?”  William saw the way she looked at his cock, the look of fear in her eyes as it grew beneath his fingertips.  By morning you’ll beg to suck and fuck my cock.”  He laughed loudly.  “Now the skirt and panties.  I want to see that virgin hole.  This time up close and personal.”  He slipped his pants down to his ankles, his heavy balls sitting on the chair, filled with an abundance of cum for this young girl.  

He was naked from the waist down, his balls and legs hairy.  She hated the thought of this old man laying on top of her, his cock shoved inside her, rutting away in her.  She undid her skirt, letting it fall to the floor, standing there for a second so he could admire her body.  She slipped her fingers in the waist band of the tight panties, sliding them down over her blossoming hips and ass, tugging them past her knees and off her feet, feeling her naked breasts dangling back and forth beneath her.  She stood back up straight, her thighs together, waiting for his next order.  Would he make her privately masturbate for him?

“Come kneel between my legs.  You can worship my cock with your mouth.”  His cock jerked in anticipation of her lovely lips wrapped around his shaft, her big green eyes staring up at him as he fucked her mouth.  She sat her naked body between his legs, her mouth just the right height.  “Come closer my child.”  William touched the sides of her face when she moved closer, his cock jerking when he felt her hot breath blow on his organ.  He looked at her face, Amy absently licking her lips, the spit glistening on her full lips.  “Kiss the tip of it.”  He held his cock out for her to kiss, the head of it only inches from her mouth.  He saw her lips pucker up, his hands pulling her closer until her lips almost touched the head of his cock. 

It looked so much bigger closer up.  The head of his cock was almost purple.  There was the hole in the center of it, Amy seeing a fluid dripping out as he continued to stroke it.  She had never noticed the thick veins that ran up the sides of it, bulging out, almost able to see the blood pulsating in them.  She couldn’t even imagine what they would feel like inside her.  The head of his cock had a big ridge around it, making it look like a hat that sat on the end of his shaft.  It was much thicker then the shaft, Amy knowing that the thick head was plow its way inside her first, tearing her open for the rest of the shaft to enter.  And it had to be at least ten inches long.  But that was the least of her problems.  Williams hands were becoming more insistent, wanting her to perform orally for him.  Her lips puckered, pressing her head forward until she felt the hot, rubbery flesh touch her lips, almost feeling like it was burning her flesh.  She tried to pull away, but William was much stronger, holding her head submissively.  She kissed his cockhead again, this time feeling it jerk when her lips touched it, finding one of her lips wet with his juices.  She refused to touch it with her tongue, not wanting the foul fluids to fill her mouth.  She kissed again, William staring at her as she lavished her kisses on the end of his cock.  His hand held it steady as it jerked and pulsated from the touch of her lips on it.

He could barely contain his enthusiasm as she kissed his cock.  Her silky lips brushed so provocatively over the head of his cock, fighting the urge to shove his cock into her waiting mouth.  But he wanted to savor the moment, letting her kiss the head of his cock as he contained the throbbing flesh in his hand.  “Now lick it.  All around the head.  And make sure you get under the rim.”  He wanted more.  “OOOOOHHHH,” he moaned as he watched the tongue come out of her mouth almost in slow motion.  He waited, his body tense until he felt it, her hot, moist tongue brushing across the tip of his cock, tightening his sphincter muscles as he fought the urge to cum.  He managed to contain his orgasm, but some cum slipped out the head of his cock onto her waiting tongue.  He laughed as he saw her face clench in disgust as his cum covered her tongue.

She almost choked when she felt his cum on her tongue, the fluid hot and thick.  Then came the unmistakable salty taste that covered her taste buds in spite of the small amount that leaked on her tongue.  God, what would it be like if he came in her mouth?  She had no other choice, continuing to run her tongue over the head of his cock, doing as he ordered, the tip of her tongue finding the ridge around his cock, nipping at it.  The head of his cock began to glisten in the light, Amy not sure how much was her spit and how much was his cum, just a small amount permeating her mouth with its foul taste. 

“Tongue the whole thing Amy.  From the tip of my cock down to my balls.  Don’t miss a single spot of my cock with your tongue.  Hold it with your hand now.  Learn to control it as you lick it.”  He released his cock into her hand, his cock jumping when her tiny fingers curled around the shat, the silky fingers gripping it so tentatively.  He sat back in the chair as she bathed his cock, her tongue licking from the head all the way down the shaft and back up again.

She hated it, his pubic hairs sticking to her tongue, making her choke when one tried to go down her throat.  She licked it, fighting to contain the jerking flesh in her small hand, barely able to get her fingers all around it.  She licked his balls, finding them wrinkled, not what she expected.  And the hair, Amy having a hard time of spitting out the errant hairs that continually filled her mouth.  She cupped his balls with one hand, surprised to find twin balls floating almost invisibly in his ball sack.  She cupped them gently as her tongue ran over the wrinkled skin.  She bathed his cock with her tongue for long minutes, William laying back, moaning in pleasure.

“Now in your mouth Amy.  Open real wide and take the head of my cock inside.  Then use your tongue on it.”  He sat back up again, wanting to hold her head to teach her the proper technique. 

She did as he asked, her mouth opening wide, her hand holding his cock only inches from her mouth.  His hands reached for her head again, his large hands applying pressure to the side of her head.  She knew what she had to do, pushing forward until she felt the hot, rubbery flesh running over her lips.  She felt the head of his cock entering her mouth, finally closing her lips around the shaft, trapping the head of it in her mouth.  She waited for a moment, then she made her tongue work on the head of his cock, rubbing back and forth over the head of it.  She felt his cum leak into her mouth, gulping as she tried to choke back the foul taste.

Her mouth was so tight around his cock, her hot breath blowing on the head.  His cock jerked in her mouth as her tongue began to bath the end of it, slapping back and forth over it as he fought the urge to blow his cum into her waiting mouth.  His first cum would be in his mouth, allowing him to fuck her virgin pussy longer, wanting to draw it out.  “Yes, you’re a natural cocksucker Amy.”  His hips began to rock back and forth, pushing a bit more of his cock into her mouth each time, her tongue eagerly trying to please him, but he could see the look in her eyes, fearing how far he would shove his cock in her mouth.  Or down her throat.  “Keep your lips nice and tight.  Just like your pussy.”  His hands became more urgent now, pulling her on and off of his cock.  Each time he went deeper, finally banging the head of his cock against the back of her mouth, trying to breach the opening of her throat.  He was rewarded with her choking, his cock jerking at the entrance to her tight throat. 

She tried to please him, but her body was tense, afraid as he fed more and more of the massive ten inch shaft into her mouth.  Her tongue continued to lash at the head of his cock and now the shaft as it pushed to the back of her mouth.  His hands felt like a vise around her head, pinning her as his hips drove his cock in and out as if he were fucking her.  She only hoped he would tire and want to fuck her pussy, willing to give up her virginity to keep his cock from her throat.  She could hear him panting loudly now, his heavy balls slapping against her chin when he shoved in too far, the crinkly hairs tickling her chin.

It hurt when his balls slapped harshly against her chin, but he needed to cum and quickly.  Her lips were curled so erotically around the shaft of his cock, her cheeks sucking in and out as she tried to please him.  And her tongue never stopped moving, running around his cock with abandonment.  He gripped her head tight, plunging his cock to the back of her mouth, his muscles taut.   “EEEEWWWWW,” he screamed in lust as the cum raced up from his balls. 

It caught her by surprise, Amy not really sure what was happening until his cock began to spew into her mouth.  It felt so powerful, a torrent of cum filling her mouth until her cheeks began to bulge.  Amy tried to contain it all in her mouth, refusing to swallow the foul tasting cum.  She couldn’t even contain it all, some leaking down her chin as she tried to make her lips tight around the shaft.  He pulled his cock from deep in her mouth, keeping just the head of it in her mouth, feeling it shudder as he groaned lustily again, another load of cum spewing onto her tongue this time.  She had no choice, her mouth filled to overflowing, choking down the thick fluid as it slowly sank into her stomach, his cock still spewing more into her mouth.

He came three times in her mouth, seeing her throat moving as she was forced to swallow his abundant sperm.  It was worth the money he paid for her to see her eyes as she swallowed his cum, her sweet lips wrapped around his cock almost lovingly.  He pumped his cock in and out as he came, holding her head tightly as he used her conveniently.

He finally stopped cumming, pulling his cock from her mouth, cum leaking out onto her lips and chin as it plopped out.  She bent over, spitting up some of the thick cum onto the floor, the rest sitting heavily in her stomach.  His cock was smaller now, but still semi-erect.

“Very good Amy.  You’ll have more time to practice more before we are done.  Now I want to explore you while my cock returns to power.  Lay on the bed, legs pulled up like you did when you masturbated for us.”  He stood up as she walked slowly to the bed, watching her naked body from behind as she crawled very unladylike into the center of the bed, laying on her back, bringing her knees up and spreading her legs until she opened up for him to explore.  He gazed lustily down at her almost bald pussy, the fine hairs barely visible.  “Put your hands behind your knees and draw them up, real high, over your head.  I want you opened up until I can almost see inside you.”

She hated the wanton pose he put her in, but she had no choice, drawing her legs up, still spread wide, her pussy lips pulling apart from the wide expanse.  Even her asshole was exposed, almost able to feel the air blowing inside her.  She looked over at him as he kneeled on the bed, scooting up until he was close to her spread sex.  His cock was already hardening in expectation of her deflowering.  She jumped when his fingers touched her pussy, sliding up her slit with ease, Amy ashamed at how wet she was.  He must think she is a whore, lying like this, holding herself open for his exploration.  His finger was more urgent now, sliding up and down, Amy fighting the urge that she felt between her legs, not wanting to humiliate herself any more.  “EEEEEHHHH,” two fingers piercing her pussy, pushing aside her muscles as they fought there way inside her.  “AAAGGHH.”  They were stopped by her hymen, but not before the pushed it in, stretching it until she felt he was going to bust it with his fingers instead of his cock.

“No, it’ll be my cock that takes your innocence.”  His fingers circled inside her tight opening, stretching her open for something much larger and longer.  His other hand stroked his cock as it grew erect.  He masturbated her at the same time he did the same for himself.  He pulled his wet finger sliding from inside her, moving over her perineum to lightly play it across her anus.  “Bring your legs up higher.”  He wanted her asshole easily accessible.  She was no longer a virgin there, but he wanted to test how tight she was.  She grunted as he pushed his finger on the throbbing hole, feeling it resist until he shoved hard with his finger, suddenly impaling her rectum with the tip of his fat finger.  He bent his finger, pushing it hard against the muscles, another groan from her lips.  Her hot, tight asshole enveloped his finger in a warm blanket, her muscles clinging to it almost lovingly.

It burned when he entered her ass, still sore from the Judges cock.  It didn’t hurt as much as being fucked by a big cock, but Amy still hated the feeling of being probed in such a spot.  It was so perverse.  “EEEWWW,” William left his middle finger in her asshole, but his thumb went back to her pussy, the thick thumb pressing hard against her hymen.  She looked at him, his hand no longer masturbating his cock, but moving down until her body shuddered, his finger searching out her clit, pushing the edge of it until it popped into the open, his other finger waiting, snapping hard against it.  Her body jerked, the finger in her ass impaling her deeper, his thumb pressing hard against her hymen.  She couldn’t do anything, too many fingers playing in too many places, her hips unable to stop jerking back and forth.

William enjoyed the way her body rocked on his fingers, snapping at her clit as she cried out, shoving her ass down hard onto his waiting fingers, pushing hard up inside her as her insides tried to fight off the intrusion.  But she was getting her wetter, William able to see the dew on her pussy lips, his thumb wet inside her.  He looked down, his prick stiff, ready to fuck her.

She opened her eyes when his fingers left her.  The first thing she saw was the erect cock bobbing between her legs.  He had grown erect again, almost longer then before.  William was smiling at her as he fisted his cock. 

“Release your legs.”  He wanted to be between them when he fucked her.

 She put her legs down, but she had to spread them wide, on the other sides of his hips.  She tried to move away when William rubbed the head of his cock along her slit, the bulbous head shoving apart her lips to slide easily in the slick insides.  He moved it from the bottom of her slit, all the way back up, stopping just short of touching her clit.  It jerked and shuddered as her pussy lips curled around it almost possessively.  He guided it down, down to her virgin hole, Amy feeling the pressure as the massive head began to push against her virgin hole.  She panicked, suddenly afraid of being split up the middle by the thick, adult cock.  “NO!  Please don’t!”  She begged him as she felt him lying down on top of her, his hands between them, guiding his cock inside her.

“Relax, you can take it.”  He didn’t care if it hurt her, all he wanted was to feel the young pussy wrap around his cock.  He kept his cock rigid as his ass began to push down, the thick head of his cock pushing inside the tight hole.  He felt the tremendous pressure of her pussy on his cockhead, squeezing it so tight, William afraid it wouldn’t go in.  He shoved a little harder, a painful grunt escaping from her lips.  His hands went up to her titties, his fingers finding her nipples hard as they clenched on her firm flesh.  His hip made a rotating motion, opening her up as he pushed in harder, the head of his cock almost inside her.  It felt like a vise was gripping his cock as the head pushed against her hymen.  Her last vestige of innocence.  He had paid dearly for this privilege and it would soon be his.

It felt like a giant log inside her, his cock jerking as it forced her open.  She spread her legs wider, anything to stop the terrible stretching inside her.  He was squeezing her breasts now, hard, his fingers no longer caring if he hurt her, his lust his overriding concern now.  She knew it would only be minutes before he busted her cherry and his cock would plunge unrestrained inside her, fucking her hard and fast.  And she could do nothing except lay there with her legs spread and accept the cock that would take her innocence.  No thirteen year old girl should have to endure such a terrible act,

He kissed her, his mouth covering hers, his tongue sliding inside her mouth to duel with her reluctant tongue.  She tried to move away, but he followed her every movement, forcing her until she kissed him back.  That is when he struck, driving his ass forward, his buttocks clenched tight as he put all of his power behind the thrust.  He felt her resist, her hymen stretching, holding him back, but he was insistent, pulling back just enough to gain the leverage he needed.  This time there wasn’t anything to stop him, his thrust too powerful, Amy pinned to the bed like a butterfly.  His thick cock tore into her, pushing against her hymen until it finally gave, the head of his cock finding virgin territory to plow into.  And she screamed.  Screamed into his mouth as he savored the sweet success of popping her cherry.

She struggled as he took her breath away with his kiss, his tongue forcing its way inside her mouth, plunging in and out just as his cock was doing inside her virgin pussy.  He would push in, finally stopped as she gripped his cock and tried to stop it from going any farther inside her.  Then she relaxed for a moment as he pulled out, unable to stop him as he shoved in again, this time her hymen ripped in a painful moment, a scream torn from her lips. But no one heard it, William smothering it with his mouth, her cry of anguish taken just as her virginity had been. It felt like a knife inside her, her insides ripped, sure that she was bleeding as the cock continued to push inside her painfully.  She felt some relief when he stopped moving in, pulling out, her insides feeling like they were being dragged back out by the tremendous suction caused by the thick head of his cock.  His hands reached down to her hips, holding her still as she braced herself for another fuck inside her.  She didn’t have to wait long, William shoving his cock inside her, this time going deeper, tearing along where he had already fucked, finding new fresh virgin territory to plunge inside. 

He had never felt anything as good as her pussy gripping his cock. It had been too many years to remember taking a virgin before, not a big deal when you were young.  This was different, the young girl’s naked body shuddering beneath his, sobbing as he fucked his cock into her busted virgin hole, tearing it in and out, each time shoving deeper until he felt her resistance.  He wasn’t sure if she was wet from arousal or the blood of losing her virginity, not really caring as long as his cock could continue to plunge in and out of her pussy unopposed.  He had half of his cock inside her, her legs spread widely apart as he plunged in and out as he began to fuck her.  She was so tight, her insides clinging to his shaft as he pulled out, the head of his cock trapped by her tight hole as he waited for a moment before shoving back in.  He continued to kiss her as he fucked her, her muffled cries captured by his mouth. His hands on her hips drew her ass up, offering up her once virgin pussy to the deep thrust of his cock. His hips became a blur as he fucked her hard and fast, the cum bubbling up in his balls in spite of just cumming only minutes before.  She felt too good to wait much longer.

So that is what it felt like.  The flesh felt like an iron rod inside her, pushing aside all of her muscles ruthlessly, plunging in and out as his hands made her pussy dance on his cock.  It was almost as painful as the Judge’s sodomy, but at least it didn’t give her cramps when he went in so deep.  And he couldn’t go in as deep in her pussy as her asshole.  But he fucked her just as hard, the cock tearing and out of her while she cried noisily.  “Pleeeassee,” she begged.  “Not so hard.”  But her cries fell on deaf ears, William lost in his own lust.

William lifted her ass up from the bed, his hands digging into her naked ass cheeks, forcing her to take his powerful thrusts inside her.  He cared little for her begging and crying, he had paid a lot of money for this pleasure and he was going to take all the pleasure he wanted from the young girl beneath him, speared by his cock. 

She could only hope that he would cum soon, his cock tearing in and out with ruthless abandonment.  Even her small tits were bouncing from the powerful fuck, her insides feeling like he was churning them up with the thick cock that tore inside her.

“Wrap your legs around my ass and fuck back!”  He ran a finger around to her asshole, pressing against the tight hole.  “Or else I’ll finger fuck you back here also.”  He felt her legs coming around his ass, her ankles locking them behind her.  He couldn’t believe that her pussy could be tighter, but it was, William grunting as he continued to fuck her.

She did as he ordered, afraid of having his fingers inside her at the same time as his cock, sure that she would be split up the middle by the two of them at once.  His ass was a blur as he fucked her, grunting with lust.  Even his balls slapped against her when he thrust in, Amy not sure she could take the hammering fucks much longer.  She tightened the muscles of her pussy, painfully gripping the massive cock that took her innocence from her, doing anything to make him cum, anything to stop this terrible rape.

William couldn’t hold out any longer, her muscles squeezing his cock so hard he grunted in exertion each time he fucked in and out.  “TAkkkkkee  ittttt  allll!”  He shoved his cock deep inside her, feeling his cock twitch and then he shot inside her, bathing her insides for the first time with hot cum.  He pulled out, only to shove back in, his cock spewing another load of cum as it plunged in, her passage now slick.  He fucked her faster, his cum greasing the way as he finally dumped a third load of cum in her before he fell on her body, exhausted and satisfied.

She felt it inside her, just like the Judge, filling her insides with their foul seed, burning as it showered her pussy with his hot crème.  He continued to fuck her, his cock sloshing in and out on the abundant sperm he shot in her, William finally collapsing down on her body, his sweat drenched body covering her.  She couldn’t breathe, finally pushing him off of her, his cock pulling out, Amy feeling the rush of cum drip out and down her thighs.  She felt so used, her insides sore and abused.  She only hoped that William was finished with her, wanting to bath and cleanse her body of his sweat and cum. 

William still had more to go, the night long, the price he paid for Amy dear.  He made her gently stroke his cock back to life, his fingers playing harshly with her body in spite of her gentleness.  Her head was forced back down onto his cock, this time he breached her throat as she struggled, William too strong, holding her head as his cock plunged into her throat.  He enjoyed her fight and the choking as she gagged on the cock that plunged into her tight throat.  He held it inside her throat for five minutes until she almost turned blue. 

She would be willing to do anything to escape the terrible throat fuck William had subject her to and he used that to his advantage.  She was forced onto her hands and knees, her legs spread wide, William behind her.  She felt the cock enter her again, this time his thrusts more powerful, almost shoving her forward along the bed.  And deep, banging against her cervix with every thrust.  When she complained, he pulled his cock out, but it was her asshole that was breached next, Amy throwing her head back and screaming as he took her in the ass with one powerful thrust that filled her soft, round tube with his demanding cock.  He alternated between her two holes until he finally came again, but not for thirty minutes, the two previous orgasms giving him the staying power.

They slept for a while, but Amy found herself woken, her mouth stuffed by the ever-growing flesh of his cock, Amy forced to tongue it, fearing that he would fuck her throat again if she didn’t accommodate him. 

This time when he got hard, Amy was forced to sit on his cock and ride him until he climaxed in her again, William grinning sheepishly as the young girl fucked him like a wanton whore.  Five times he came in her, William leaving Amy lying in the bed exhausted, her legs spread, white cum leaking from her abused pussy, her face glistening with his sperm.  He had gotten his monies worth.



Chapter 6

Punishing Them for Pleasure


“That’s a lot of money,” James questioned the Judge.

“Yes, but I know your perversions, James.  Poor little Grace wouldn’t be in usable shape for a month.”  James liked little girls, but not just to just fuck them.  He wanted to punish them first; only then would his cock get hard enough to fuck them. 

James had seen Grace and he had to have her.  And it wasn’t really that much money to him, he just liked to get a good bargain.  That is why he had so much money.  “She’ll fuck when you tell her to.  I saw you take her while riding the ridge.  And in the ass.  I’m sure you did her again that night.”

“Yes, young girls are quite resilient, their bodies able to take a lot of abuse.”  He made believe he was pondering deeply.  “Okay, but just because it is you and you are one of my best friends.”  He was already charging him twice what he charged everyone else, giving back a little would make him a better customer. “I’ll have her delivered tomorrow morning.  I presume that you want her at your house where you have the necessary toys to play with her lovely body to your satisfaction?”

“Yes, that would be excellent.  I will return her by the next morning unless I have some unexpected problems.”  That meant unless he had to get her medical treatment sooner.

* * *

Grace was worried, the Judge telling her that she would be visiting a man.  And that she would have to be a good girl and obey him.  That is what scared her, most men the Judge knew wanted to do things to her.  And they were usually painful.  She was taken to a large house, even grander than the Judge’s.  She was dropped off at the front door, Grace looking so tiny next to the large double doors.  She heard the chimes as she rang them, the door opening, an older man answering it.  She had seen him before, the Judge telling her that his name was James.

“Come in, Grace.”  He ushered her into the house, his eyes devouring her as she passed.  The Judge had dressed her like the little ten year old girl she was, a simple dress that clung to her immature body, a little tight in the bodice to accent her little titties that poked out.  It had buttons up the front.

She felt him watching her as she walked, his eyes staring at her.  She was surprised that he wasn’t like the Judge and others, not seeing the usual bulge in the front of his pants.  Maybe he wouldn’t do nasty things to her.  She walked to the end of the hall, two large doors looking forbidden.  She waited while he opened them.  Her hopes diminished quickly when she saw inside.  It was like some of the Judges furniture, but more of it.  All were heavy wooden beams, covered with leather straps.  They were meant to tie someone tight.  Her!  She looked up at him, but his face held an evil grin, Grace knowing well enough not to even say a word.  There was no way to talk these evil men from their nasty things.

James stopped her in front of the chair.  It was a gynecologist chair, but modified especially for him.  He wanted more movement, legs spread wide until they almost split up the middle.  And it would raise and lower, varying heights depending on his particular perversion at the time, her pussy, her mouth or her asshole all brought to the convenient height to be breached.    “Keep your hands at your side no matter what I do,” he ordered her in a deep, demanding voice.  She was trembling and it was already making his cock begin to come to life.    

His hands were all over her, touching her in places that good girls didn’t allow, but her hands trembled at her side, her tiny fingers clenched in tight fists.  He pinched her boobies, his fingers harsh as he found her nipples, her lip clenched in pain as he pushed the blood from them.  It felt like he was trying to tear them off of her chest.  He slapped her ass, hard, hitting each cheek before he spun her around, his large hand going between her thighs, his fingers digging into her sex as he clenched his hand tight between her legs.  His fingers dug into her sex, painfully pressing between her delicate lips, but he cared little, grunting as her legs almost rose off the ground as he grabbed her sex.  He released her sex, but he wasn’t finished.  His hand stroked her face, a fat finger that smelled of stale cigars rubbed across her lips.  She had no choice as his finger pushed into her mouth, opening her lips as fat fingers pushed into the depths of her mouth, rubbing his foul tasting fingers over her tongue.  He pushed them in and out, just like the men did with their cocks, Grace knowing that he would do the same.  “EEEEGGH,” she choked as his fingers pushed deep into her mouth, jamming against her throat until she gagged loudly, the fingers finding it easier to enter her throat.  They scratched her delicate throat, thick fingers sliding up and down, his other hand holding her head tightly.  She gagged and choked, his grip on her tighter, Grace unable to get away from him.

James pulled his hands from her mouth, his fingers glistening with her spit, Grace gasping as she filled her lungs.  He tore her dress, his large hand finding her bodice, the long string of buttons flying haphazardly around the room.  He pulled it from her, her tiny body flung around like a sack of potatoes.  He threw the torn dress into the corner; she wouldn’t need it any longer, James would enjoy her naked.  She only had a small pair of virginal panties on.  His hands made short work of them, pulling on them until the fragile material tore into shredded rags.  He looked at her, her hands trying modestly to cover her pussy and her breasts.  This from a girl that had already been fucked in most of her holes, acting like she was still innocent. 

He slapped her hands away from her breasts, his fingers finding her naked boobies, his powerful fingers gripping her nipple, pinching them until they felt like they were caught in a vise.  Her legs trembled as she endured the painful shooting pain in her breast, James twisting and turning the crushed flesh until she thought he was going to tear it from her chest.  When she thought she couldn’t stand it any longer, he released it, the shooting pain returning as the blood rushed to the sensitive tips.  His hands played across her other boobie, his fingers teasing the tip.  She didn’t know why her body responded as it did, Grace knowing that as the tip grew it only made it a bigger target for him.  His fingers found it, hurting more now that it was swollen.  He yanked her up by her nipple, Grace standing on her toes while the pain shot through her chest.  His fingers found her other nipple, pinching the bruised flesh, yanking her up by her nipples.  She swayed on her toes, her nipples feeling like they were stretched over a foot, his fingers so powerful as they gripped them.

Grace looked down, her flat chest red from where his hands squeezed her skin, but it was her nipples that stood out.  They were like tiny pebbles, dark red from the abuse, but she never saw them so big before.  She was wondering if they would ever go down.   

“Spread your legs,” his voice was impatient, his arousal increasing.  He looked at her, her tiny, spindly legs spreading, her bald pussy, a thin slit on her unblemished flesh.  His hand slid over her belly, one hand on her ass to keep her from moving away.  One finger dug between her tight pussy lips, her ass shoved back on his hand, another finger snaking between her cheeks to press against her hot asshole.  His fingers began to tap on her pussy and asshole, back and forth, her body jerking uncontrollably.

His fingers slipped between her lips, pressing against her pussy.  She could feel the thickness of his finger.  In spite of taking the Judge’s cock inside her, his finger still felt large, her hole shrinking back down.  She tried to move away, but his other hand slipped between her sweat drenched cheeks, his finger already hurting as it pushed on her anal ring, sore from taking the Judge’s massive cock up her tiny hole.  It hurt each time the Judge did her in the backside, but he enjoyed her cries of pain.  Now her body was buffeted back and forth, twin fingers playing against her once virgin holes, trying to breach them.  Her hips rocked back and forth, unable to control her own movements.  First his finger would try to enter her dry pussy, Grace pushing her ass to escape, only finding her anus impaled on a finger poised to breach her there.  He did this for long minutes, the tips of his fingers forced dryly inside her, her muscles trying to force out the unnatural invasion. 

He felt her tiny holes clinging to the tips of his fingers, imagining what it would be like with his cock inside her.  Before he returned her to the Judge, he would have her in all her holes, some of them many times, her mouth used to bring his cock back to hardness each time.  He pulled his fingers from between her pussy lips and ass cheeks.  His hand swung in the air, slapping hard against her immature mound with a sickening thud.  He ass shot back.  “Still, I told you.”  He swung again, hitting her mound a second time, his hand on her ass, making her absorb all the pain on her vulva.

He hit her between her legs.  Hard, smashing the palm of his hand against her lips with a terrible thud, the pain racing through her legs.  He held her tight, Grace unable to do anything as his hand swung again, Grace bracing for the pain, his palm hitting her first, then the sharp pain shooting to her brain.  It was so cruel to hit a young girl between her legs, but she looked down and saw the bulge in his pants begin to rise.  He was enjoying her cries of pain.

“Sit down,” but he was already pushing her down into the chair, feeling Grace trying to avoid it.

The leather chair was cold against her skin, but her body was responding more to the fear.  She saw the stirrups, not fully understanding them, only fearing them because of the leather straps running along them.  She knew once she was in them, the straps would hold her in, unable to do anything when he spread her legs.  And it would leave her open and vulnerable to whatever evil thing he wanted to do to her.  And her sex already ached from the spanking.  “Please,” she tried to plead, but James was already buckling the straps around her legs, the first set on her ankles, the next set higher up on her thighs, James pulling them so tight that she could feel the tingling as the numbness already set in.   

He looked at her, her white naked body highlighted against the black leather chair, the black straps holding her legs securely to the stirrups.  “Now to open you up, Grace.”  He began to spread the stirrups, first to the side, her legs parting slowly, his eyes glued to her pussy, her tight lips slowly beginning to part.  His cock stirred in his pants, reaching down with one hand to re-arrange it as it began to come alive.  Her legs began to tug on the straps as he spread her open wide, seeing the terror in her eyes as her legs spread wider then they should.

“Toooo farrrr!”  Grace cried out, her crotch aching, feeling like she was being split up the middle.  James cared little, his face etched with an evil grin, not even looking at her face, his eyes staring between her legs.  She could feel her pussy lips pulling apart, the damp, cold air blowing on the warm inner lips, sending an evil chill through her body.  At last he stopped, her crotch feeling like she was split up the middle, but he wasn’t finished.  She felt the stirrups that held her legs pushing back, her legs moving back toward her upper body, Grace feeling like she was split and bent in two.  Her ass began to rise from the seat, her hands gripping the rails as she struggled against the tight bondage of her legs. 

James watched her ass as it rose up, her cheeks spread wide, her crack barely visible.  In the center of her ass, a tiny, pink asshole, more of a star than a hole, peeked out.  He could see that the Judge had abused it, James not even fathoming how such a tiny hole could take the Judge’s thick cock, but he too would learn the secret pleasure that her asshole would provide, his cock sheathed in the tight, hot hole before the day was over.  He finally stopped, stepping back to look at his prey.  Her tiny naked body was spread open, her pussy lips pulled back so far he could almost see inside her, the dark hole so secretive.  Even her asshole flowered open under the strain of the spread of her legs.  He took the speculum out of the metal container, the metal still frosted from the ice that had cooled it down.  He pulled his chair between her legs, one hand on her thigh, seeing the goose bumps appearing on her skin when his cold hand touched her.  He took the large speculum and pressed it between her pulled back lips, finding her dark, forbidden hole with ease.

She saw it, almost able to see the coldness in the air above it.  It was huge, but it was the coldness that worried her more.  She felt it before it touched her, but her body almost went into shock when it entered her.  It didn’t feel like something cold, it was more like a knife was shoved inside her, slicing her insides up.  Not only the pain, but the thickness of the cruel instruments, her insides feeling like they were tearing as the unyielding cold metal shoved her muscles aside to breach her.  “EEEEWWWWWW,” her shrill scream filled the room.  “AAAAWWWWWWWGGGG,” she yelled loudly, her insides ablaze in pain.  Luckily her hot insides quickly warmed it up, but nothing could make it easier for her immature pussy to accept such a hard, demanding object inside her.  And James didn’t just stop once it was in, he began to fuck her with it, pulling it out just a bit, then shoving it back in, her insides pushed aside by the hard metal, each time going deeper and deeper inside her.  Luckily she didn’t fully understand the use of the speculum, not understanding that it would open once seated inside her.

She bucked up and down as he fucked her with the speculum, but the straps held her tight, her pussy forced to take the thick metal speculum until he had it fully seated inside her pussy.  Her hot pussy heated the cold metal up quickly, but he enjoyed the brief screams of pain he drove from her mouth.  He moved closer to her pussy, his hands on the speculum.

She felt so full, her insides stretched around the metal.  James was sitting in front of her, his head only inches from her sex, Grace feeling the shame of being inspected so intimately.  But nothing could have prepared her for what happened next, shocked to feel it getting bigger inside her.  “WWWWHHAATTT!”  She felt her insides stretching wider, looking down between her legs, trying to fathom what he was doing to her.  “NOOO MORE!”  It felt like a giant cock was inside her, not moving, just stretching her from the inside.  And James didn’t stop, whatever he was doing continued, painful contractions in her pussy only making it worse.  It was worse then when she was raped, not flesh inside her, but cold, unyielding metal.  And she didn’t know how far James would stretch her.  Would he tear her open?  His eyes were glued to what he was doing, Grace sure that he could probably see inside her.  He finally stopped, Grace gasping, her chest rising and falling as she tried to breathe, but it was difficult.  Her body was on edge, not sure if James would spread her wider, the pain radiating from deep inside her.  She felt it moving inside her, just the slightest touch was magnified in her insides.  And James was tapping his fingers, the vibrations shooting into her womb. 

Her tiny pussy was yanked obscenely wide, her tight opening stretched around the hard metal.  She’d be grateful when he fucked her, his hard cock would be much softer then the metal speculum.  He shined the light inside her, seeing for the first time inside a pussy.  He reached over and picked up the toothbrush.  He flicked the bristles, hard, thick bristles, feeling them scratch the skin of his fingers.  He pushed it into her, her body jerking uncontrollably as the rough bristles found the soft walls of her stretched pussy.

“EEEEEHH,” it felt like he was using sandpaper on her, but inside.  Something rasped painfully along her inner walls, her muscles going into spasms, tightening on the metal speculum that stretched her, making it more painful with each tremor.  She was sure she was bleeding, feeling her skin rubbed raw by whatever he had shoved in her.  She only wished she could move away, but the straps held her legs pinned, the stirrups keeping her spread.  She screamed for minutes, her insides rubbed deeper and deeper, her pussy rubbed until she was sure it was bleeding.  Now she really feared getting fucked.  It was bad enough when they fucked her with their adult cocks, now her insides would rubbed raw, increasing the pain.

He pulled out the toothbrush, the bristles covered in a coat of pink blood.  He stood up, taking off his clothes, Grace watching him as he drew his pants off, his cock hard as it pushed out his shorts.  He slipped his shorts down, his cock bouncing free of the confinement.  He stroked it, getting longer and thicker.  “Time to fuck, Grace.  Grip me with your pussy and give me a good ride or I’ll shove the speculum up your ass.”  He bent down, released the speculum’s wings, pulling it out slowly as her insides clung to it.  He enjoyed the way her tight pussy gripped it almost possessively, already imagining her insides clinging to his cock.  He stood between her legs, his body dwarfing hers, his cock already thick and hard at the thought of being inside her. 

His cock wasn’t like before, hard and demanding just like the Judge’s.  And with her insides rubbed raw, she knew it was going to be a painful fuck, but bound as she was she could only take it, hoping that he would cum in her quickly.  She felt the blunt end of his cock, rubbing up and down her pussy lips, gathering up whatever juices her pussy could muster.  She felt him press it against her opening, the rubbery head pushing aside all resistance as she was stretched once again.  At least his cock wasn’t as hard as the metal speculum, but she still had to stretch to take him inside her.  He pushed, grunting loudly as his adult cock forced itself into her immature pussy.  No matter how many times the Judge had fucked her, it was almost as painful as the first time.  She could never get used to having a cock inside her.

His cock felt like it was caught in a tight vise, her pussy crushing the head the more he shoved inside her.  He pulled out, then back in, another half an inch of cock fed into her.  It was a long and arduous job, but he enjoyed the way she tightened up even more once he reached the point where he had rubbed her inner walls raw with the toothbrush.  Each time he shoved, her muscles would spasm on his cock, gripping it with a death grip; only sheer power allowed him to push in deeper.  It took ten minutes, his body covered in sweat, three quarters of his cock inside her.  Her face was contoured in pain, biting her lip as the head of his cock beat painfully against her cervix.  “I love tight little girls.  Now for some fucking, Grace.”

Her insides were ablaze in pain, his cock hurting almost as much as the thing he used to rub her raw.  And her dryness only made it worse, but James continued to drive his cock into her until Grace thought it would come out her mouth.  Her insides felt bruised when he shoved it all the way in.  But pulling out was as painful as shoving in, her insides clinging to the shaft, feeling like sandpaper as his cock rasped along her soft insides.  He pulled it half the way out, feeling her insides collapse behind it, only to have him shove it back in with a powerful thrust that sent it crashing back hard against her cervix.  He didn’t pause, drawing back out, this time farther out until only the head was trapped by her pussy.  She braced herself, but nothing could have prepared her as he shoved back in, making her take the full measure of his thick cock in her battered pussy.  She screamed as he tore into her.

He fought the urge to cum, her pussy so tight that he struggled with each thrust.  He found her growing wetter, but he knew it was blood, not her natural juices that was making his cock slippery, his cock taking a toll on her young body.  And he enjoyed her cries, beginning to fuck her with punishing thrusts, his hips a blur as they moved back and forth, her pussy going from empty to full with each shattering thrust. 

Her insides were battered into submission, her muscles giving up the struggle, his cock taking her with a brutality that even the Judge didn’t possess.  She knew it would be a long day, a long painful day.  He was corkscrewing his hips, his cock banging painfully into the soft side of her insides, stretching her painfully in ways that she was not meant to be stretched from the inside.  It only made his cock feel thicker, longer.  His hands reached under her ass, pulling her cheeks apart until she felt her anus stretching by the sheer power of his fingers.  She feared that is where he would fuck next, hoping that he wouldn’t use the speculum in her backside, sure that he would tear her with the hard instrument. 

No longer able to contain himself, he fucked deep inside her, holding his jerking cock into the depths of her young pussy.  Her muscles rippled up and down his shaft as the beginning of his orgasm raced through his body.  His cockhead swelled, the shaft of his cock carrying the urgent cum that spilled into her young body with powerful jets of hot crème that blasted her insides.  He drew his cock out until he couldn’t hold back the second jet of cum, blasting her insides with his ropey cum, his cock sliding along her wet pussy to plunge deep inside her, shoving his cum deep inside her.

She felt the shame as his cum blasted inside her, filling her with the hot crème deep down.  His cock slid easily in and out, her pussy soaked in his cum, reamed out by his spewing cock.  He pumped her four more times, the last load of cum shoved deep inside her.  She was finally thankful as his cock shrunk inside her, Grace learning quickly to squeeze the soft flesh from her body.  She could feel the cum leaking out of her pussy.

James stood up, his cock slick with cum, a faint color of pink from her blood, semi hard.  He moved the chair back, Grace suddenly looking straight up into the air.  He went around the other side, her young, innocent face staring up at him in fear.  He dangled his balls over her face, dragging them over her chin and mouth, over her nose and back down.

She felt the prickly hairs on his balls scratching and tickling her soft, sensitive skin, keeping her lips shut tightly.  She was almost upside down, her head down so low, fearing that she was at this convenient height for only one reason.  Her mouth was level with his cock.  She saw his limp cock dripping with cum, keeping her mouth shut in defiance. 

“Open wide,” James not daunted by her refusal.  He pinched her nose shut and waited, her eyes growing bigger as she tried to hold in her air as long as possible.  His cock was poised on her lips, her silky lips wet with his juices.  He didn’t have to wait long, her lungs not having the chance to fill before he pinched her nose closed.  Her mouth opened wide, sucking in precious air, James not missing the opportunity to push the head of his cock into the breach.  By time she filled her lungs, her mouth was also filled.  With his cock. 

The rubbery head of his slick cock was in her mouth, sitting on her tongue the familiar taste of cum filling her taste buds with its salty flavor.  She sucked in the precious air into her lungs through her nose, her nostrils flaring, her mouth stuffed by his limp cock.  A sharp slap to her pussy was all the Grace needed for encouragement, her tongue going to work on his cock.  First she cleaned it, starting with the head, running over the tip, more cum leaking from the tip.  Her tongue curled around the shaft, feeling the thick veins running up the sides.  His cock didn’t take long to begin to grow, Grace fearing it as it grew longer.  He kept it in her mouth, his stomach pushed hard against her lips.  As it grew, it only had one way to go.  To the back of her mouth and into her throat.  And she was making it grow with her tongue.  It pushed to the back of her mouth, the head larger, feeling like a cork in a bottle.  He pushed hard against her, the head of his cock making her gag, her mouth opening wider as she choked.  But it also opened her throat, the thickening cock pushing deeper into the tight confines of her throat like a snake driving into her body.

She was good, far exceeding the abilities of her age.  The Judge had taught her well.  His cock grew and crept down into her throat as she struggled beneath him.  He only had to keep the pressure up, her throat muscles feeling like hundreds of fingers massaging his cock as it slipped into her throat. 

It rubbed hard down her throat, growing in girth as it grew in length.  She choked and gagged, but he made no attempt to pull it from her throat, feeling like a plant that grew only in one direction, down her throat.  Soft only minutes ago, her throat was making it hard and rigid as it snaked down into her stomach.  She feared what he would do once he was hard enough, sure that her mouth and throat was only to make him hard again.  She feared that her ass was next.



Chapter 7

Corporal Punishment


Amy was drying the dishes, trying to hurry so she could get out of the hot kitchen, her clothes clinging to her sweat drenched body.  The cook kept looking at her, her small breasts almost naked through the wet, thin top of her dress, the Judge refusing to let her wear a chemise beneath it.  Then it happened, the loud crash ringing throughout the house as if it were proclaiming her haste.  The cook ran over as well as the head housekeeper, both of them shouting obscenities at her when they saw the dishes lying in millions of pieces on the floor.  Amy knew instantly she was in trouble.  It was the Judge’s favorite Chinaware. 

“Insolent little tramp.  How could you be so careless?”  The housekeeper’s face was red in anger.

“I told the Judge that he shouldn’t let her work in the kitchen.  She takes no responsibility.”  The cooks cock grew hard at the thought of punishing her.  He knew the Judge would be angry, hoping he would get to watch.  There was nothing sexier than a young girl stripped naked and beaten to an inch of her life.  And if he were really lucky, the Judge might let him have her afterwards.  They were always more than willing to perform any perversion in order to escape any more punishment. 

“What the fuck is going on in here?”  The Judge’s voice rang out in the kitchen, the housekeeper and the cook stepping back, not wanting to be blamed.   He almost stumbled on the broken dishes which made him even angrier.  He saw Amy cowering in the corner, her head down, her small body shaking in fear.  “I should have known it was you?  What happened?” He turned to the cook for answers.

“She was hurrying, trying to get out of here.  She cared little for your property.” The cook smiled evilly as he said it.

The Judge looked at the housekeeper.  “Is that right?”

She knew better than to cross the cook.  He had been here for a long time and he was a male, even though he was a servant.  The Judge would listen to him over her.  “Yes, Sir.  Just as he says.”

Amy looked up, knowing she was in big trouble, not knowing just how much.  The Judge liked Grace more than Amy.  “I’m sorry, Master,” her voice barely heard as she mumbled her apology.

The Judge smacked her with the flat plane of his hand, her head swinging to one side by the powerful blow.  He looked down, her face already turning pink from where he struck her.  “I knew I shouldn’t have spared the rod with you.  You’ll learn now.”

“You goin’ punish her, Sir?”  The cook was so excited. 

“I most certainly am.”  The Judge looked at the cook, a powerful built man of about forty.  Just the sort he needed.  The Judge liked to punish the girls, but really didn’t want to do all the work.  After all, to do a good job required lots of strokes of the cane or whip to soften them up.  The Judge preferred doing the more delicate areas, her breasts, between her ass cheeks or between her legs.  Places where he could do the most damage with as little amount of work.  And it provided the loudest screams.  “You, clean up this mess,” his hand waving to the housekeeper.  “What’s your name?”  He knew little of the servant’s names.

“Josh, Sir.”  He bowed his head. 

“Bring this one to my study in an hour.  I will need your help in punishing her.  Do you have any experience in these matters?”

“A little Sir, but I’m a fast learner.”  He showed him the muscles in his arm.  “And I’m powerful.  I’ll do a good job for you, Master.”  His cock was ready to burst out of his tight trousers.

They were talking about her as if she wasn’t even there, Amy wishing she wasn’t.  She was positive she would be punished and now it looked like the cook was going to do it.  He was far stronger than the Judge, Amy already feeling the pain.  And her cheek was just a reminder, still tingling from the Judge’s slap.

The Judge turned to Amy again, his hand hitting her other cheek before she even knew what was happening, tears in her eyes, both cheeks a bright pink, a drop of blood on her lip.  “You, get to your room and get cleaned up.  Josh will get you in an hour.  You better be ready or your punishment will be worse.”  He slapped her ass as she scampered off, already sobbing quietly.

“You, do a good job and I’ll let you sample that little tart when I’m done with her.  It’s been a while since I saw a young girl really punished.  Not a spanking, but real punishment.  A cane or whip, the skin bloodied and torn.  That’s what I want to see.”  The Judge rubbed his cock through his trousers.  Soon Amy would give him his satisfaction, her screams would make him hard, her pussy would make him cum.

“She’ll scream like she was in the choir, Sir.  And her blood will run rivers of red down those lovely white thighs.  You can count on me, Sir.”  He rushed off to change his clothes, whistling softly to himself, his cock straining to get out of his pants.  Tonight he would fuck the little tart.  Maybe even in the ass.  That would show her who the boss was.  Tonight was going to be a good night.

* * *

Grace walked into the room, seeing Amy crying on the bed.  She walked over to her.  “What’s wrong?”

Amy looked up at Grace, tears clouding her eyes.  “I broke some dishes in the kitchen.”

Grace’s hand flew up to her mouth.  “OOOHH!”  She knew what would happen.

“Yes.  Judge is going to punish me.  In twenty minutes the cook is coming for me to take me to the library.”  Amy got up from the bed, grabbing her clothes, knowing it would only be worse if she were late.

“The cook.  Watch out for him.  He is always trying to touch me.”  Grace stayed away from the kitchen when he was in there.  She remembered when the men paid the Judge to punish her.  She could barely sit down for a week.  And they had fucked her in all her holes.  Including her ass, that hurting the worst.  They had such big cocks and her hole was so tiny, but they cared little for her pain.  The more she screamed the crueler they became, sure that would be the same way with Amy. 

“I fear he will do more than that to me.  The Judge is going to let him punish me.  And more afterwards I fear.”  Amy climbed into the dress, buttoning it up the front.

“I’m sorry, Amy.”  Grace left, not wanting to see the fear in Amy’s eyes, hoping that she would survive.

* * *

She was expecting it, yet she still jumped at the knock on the door.  She hurried over to the door, opening it, the cook standing there with an evil grin on his face.  “I’m ready,” trying to shut the door behind her.

“Not so fast,” Josh pushing his way into the room, closing the door behind him.  He stood in front of Amy, towering over her petite form.  He lifted her chin up until she was staring into his face.  “Me and you are going to become real good friends.”  He reached for one of Amy’s hands, placing it over the front of his pants, curling her fingers around his cock that strained and jerked from her first touch.

“Please don’t,” she begged, but his powerful hand held her hand on his cock, Amy feeling it jerking spastically beneath her fingers.

“Rub it real nice,” urging her hand back and forth, sliding along the shaft of his cock.  It felt good, even beneath his trousers.  “Gonna beat you for the Master, then you and I are going to get real close.”  He continued to move her hand back and forth.  “Yeah, you’s gonna take real good care of me.”

It was so big, growing larger the more her hand rubbed over it.  No matter how many times they forced her to touch their cocks it still revolted her.  Especially when they forced her to take them in her mouth.  Their cum choked her, unable to stomach the thick, salty fluids that they forced her to lick and suck.  
Finally he stopped, backing up, Amy unable to stop herself from looking down, the front of his pants showing a wet spot where her hand had made him too excited.

“Let’s go.”  He grabbed her arm, hauling her off into the hallway.  It only took a minute before they were in front of the library, Josh knocking on the door, the Judge’s raspy voice signaling him to enter.

The Judge looked up from behind his desk, puffing on the cigar, the smoke drifting through the room.  He turned to see Amy and Josh entering, his cock still erect from the thoughts he had before she came in.  “Over here,” one finger curling around, motioning her over to the desk.  He stood up as they stood in front of the desk.  “They’re over there,” the Judge pointing to the instruments of torture that lined the table.

Josh giggled nervously when he saw them.  A cane, the rattan shaft littered with tiny bumps, imagining how it would look when he slid it between her legs and pulled back, the ridges and bumps rousing her soft inner lips.  Or the sound of the thump when it would hit her, red welts appearing almost instantaneously.  There were three different types of whips, each for a particular part of her body.  He couldn’t wait to see her little tits or to whip them, seeing if he could make the tips hard in spite of the pain.  Or the other whip on her ass, his eyes always glued to her ass as she worked in the kitchen, imaging what it would look like when she was naked.  And the final whip, one that would visit her most intimate charms, between her legs.  That is when she would cry the loudest, but it would only egg him onto to greater cruelty.

“No, please Sir, I’ll be good.”  Amy saw the whips and cane, sure they would kill her with them.  “I’ll do anything,” she begged.

“Yes you will, Amy.  You will do anything, but first you must learn your lesson.  If you hold still and take your punishment it’ll not be as bad.  But if you make us tie you up, your punishment will double.”  The Judge didn’t care one way or another, for he would enjoy her screams no matter what.

Will I be able to stand there while they inflict the pain on me?  Her mind was confused, unable to comprehend fully what they intended to do, only knowing that her refusal to cooperate would make it harder.  “I’ll do as you say, Sir.  Please, be gentle with me.”  She was already crying, tears falling down her cheeks.

“I think I’ll start with the titties,” the Judge picking up a whippy bamboo rod, barely a ½ inch around.  The end was split into four pieces down the shaft for three inches.  He snapped it, the ends making snapping against each other loudly, the rod slicing through the air with a gentle whoosh.  “Bare them, Josh.”

Josh moved in front of Amy, grinning evilly at her, baring his teeth as he snarled.  “Keep your hands at your sides.” 

Amy cowered before him, seeing the way he was looking at her, afraid of the rod that the Judge was swinging through the air.  He was going to use it on her delicate breasts and she couldn’t do anything about it. 

He could smell the fear in her, his hand rubbing her soft cheeks, wiping the wet tears from her soft skin.  His hands slid down her neck until he got to the top of her dress.  He grabbed the two sides of the dress, staring into her eyes as he yanked it open wide, the buttons flying off into the air, revealing the white chemise that clung to the gentle bumps that were her breasts.  He couldn’t resist, his fingers gripping and squeezing them, Amy moaning softly, her hands clenched tightly into fists at her sides.  He began to squeeze them like melons, though they were only the size of plums.  Each time he released them, they sprung back.  One hand gripped the top of the chemise, the sound of ripping fabric filling the room as the delicate fabric ripped in his powerful hand.  “I thought the Judge told you not to wear that?”  He wanted to see if he could get her into more trouble.

She felt the cool air in the library blowing on her naked chest as the chemise was torn open.  Her breasts already hurt from Josh’s cruel pinching.  His hands returned to her bare breasts, his fingers pinching the flesh until it hurt, her nipples feeling like they were going to pop as the blood rushed to the tips.  It got worse, his fingers finding her nipples, two powerful fingers on each, the tips feeling like they were trapped in a powerful vise, Amy forced onto her toes as Josh yanked them up high.  Her rubbery nipples were yanked harshly out of shape, the pain shooting through her breasts.

She was quite a sight to behold, half naked, the top of her dress and chemise torn and pushed aside, her white skin revealed to the flickering lights in the library.  And Josh was already making her titties red, his fingers abusing them, yanking her by her nipples until she danced on her tip toes, her lips clenched tightly in pain, her hands white as they clenched so tight into little fists at her side.  “Push her chemise and dress to her waist.  I want to see all of that white flesh.  She’ll pay for wearing a chemise.”

Her dress was yanked around her waist, goose bumps appearing on her flesh in spite of the hot fire burning.  She stood half naked before the two men, her young body trembling in fear.

“Lace your fingers behind your head and bow out your elbows like a good little girl,” the Judges voice growing impatient, his hand swinging the bamboo rod back and forth, eager to go to work on her titties.  “Yes, like that but arch your back more, stick the titties out farther so I can work them over real good.”  The Judge rubbed his cock.

She struggled to do as he asked, pulling her arms out of her dress and chemise so she could obey.  She felt her little breasts rise up as she laced her hands behind her head, arching her back until her little nipples were pushed out like tiny beacons in front, begging to be touched.  Or worse.  She could almost feel the pain in them as she clenched her lips so tight that she bit her lips, tasting blood in her mouth.  The Judge stood in front of her, his hand rubbing the front of his pants casually. 

He didn’t let her even think about it, his arm swinging out with the rod, his aim accurate after years of practice with young girls like Amy.    The rod swung up beneath her right breast, the ragged tip catching her just under the soft underbelly of her small, firm breast with a loud thud.  The shrill scream followed, Amy dancing on her toes as she tried to endure the cruel pain.

She couldn’t have imagine the pain as the rod caught her delicate breast, jiggling up and down as the ragged tips of the rod burned the terrible pain into her flesh.  She struggled to stay still, her tiny feet moving up and down as if it could soothe the pain that spread through her breasts.  She heard the scream, not even realizing that it was her crying out in pain.  Then it came again, the rod striking her beneath her left breast, the cruel thud ringing out, her scream of pain following quickly.  Her breasts were ablaze in pain, Amy looking down, surprised that they weren’t bleeding.  She looked at Josh, his hand rubbing the front of his pants excitedly.

The Judge went to work on her titties in earnest, marring the white flesh with the whippy rod, but always avoiding the nipples, wanting to save the best for last.  Amy danced for him, making her little titties jiggle so erotically, the rod seeking out new, fresh white skin to turn the darkening red.  And in spite of her pain, her nipples swelled as if painting themselves as bigger targets for the rod.  He lashed her brown areolas, Amy jerking each time he came closer to her nipples, knowing she would soon feel the excruciating pain on the nerve rich tips.  The Judge heard her whimpering, her young body struggling to keep in position in spite of the pain.  There was nothing more gratifying than beating the young, firm titties of a young girl while she gasped breathlessly, struggling under the cruel pain.

She couldn’t breathe, her lungs starved for air as she gasped and cried out as her breasts were worked over with such harshness.  She heard the loud slap of the rod on her flesh, the pain shooting through her breasts and traveling to her brain seconds later.  She didn’t know how much longer she could stand it.

The Judge took careful aim, the whippy rod swung sideways to race across both of her hard nipples that pushed out in spite of the pain.  Her scream was inhuman as the ragged end of the rod struck the first nipple with a terrible thud, followed by a second scream as the rod continued on its torturous path and found the second nipple with the same intensity.

It felt like he had stuck a knife in the center of her breasts, the rod lashing out at the delicate nerve endings that populated the pink nipples.  Amy had never felt such pain, shooting to her brain, her head exploding in bright lights.  And both of her nipples were attacked almost instantaneously.  Her feet danced higher, her breasts bouncing up and down as if it could stop the pain that raced through the tips.

The Judge swung the whippy rod the opposite direction, catching the nipples on the other untouched side, the harsh bamboo rod tearing at the delicate flesh.  Her screams were just as loud, sobbing, her cheeks covered with her wet tears of pain.  He attacked her nipples, the rod never stopping, swung back and forth, always accurately catching the bouncing nipples until they stood out hard and a deep red, the Judge sure that he could see a drop of blood on one.  Her cries were hoarse, her sobbing making her young titties move up and down.

He stopped as quickly as he stared, Amy looking down at her nipples, the tips so swollen, her white skin on her breasts a darkening pink.  She expected to see blood, the pain unbearable.  Even though he had stopped, just the gentlest breeze on her nipples felt like the harsh bite of the rod.  She was almost afraid of what was next.

The Judge took his cock out of his trousers, unleashing it.  It stood out hard and demanding.  “Look what you do to me, Amy.”  He turned to Josh, his hand rubbing the front of his trousers, a look of lust on his face.  “Time for the cane on her ass, Josh.  I need someone strong like you to work it over.”

“Yes, Sir,” Josh more than eager to please the Judge and beat the young girl.  He moved quickly over to Amy, not able to contain himself.  “Hold still.”  His fingers found her swollen tits, squeezing and crushing the injured flesh as Amy gasped beneath the renewed pain.  “I like what he did to these.”  He gripped her nipples, twisting and turning the injured flesh as Amy gasped in pain.

Her chest still ached, but Josh made the pain return, his fingers opening up the old wounds, his powerful fingers feeling like they were going to twist off her nipples.  Finally he stopped, but she feared the cane next.  His large hand came out and grabbed the dress hanging around her waist.  It held for a moment, the sound of the material ripping slowly until it surrendered to his power.  The dress lay at her feet, a pile of rags now.  Her undergarments were next, the plain white material ripping easily.  He almost came when he looked at her hairless mound, the young girl trembling naked before him.

“Turn around and bend over and grip the edge of the desk.”  He helped her get into the position he wanted, the gentle swell of her ass pushed out as he made her bend over deeper.  “Legs apart now, Amy.  You have nothing to hide.”  He banged her ankle with his heavy boot until she obediently spread her legs wider and wider.  She was an intoxicating sight, her ass pushed up in offering, her legs spread to reveal the pink slit of her young pussy, her hairless mound and the tiny pink anus that was nestled between the delicate crack of her ass.  Her buttocks were clenched taut as if that would help.  He picked up the hard, rattan cane, swinging it through the air, the loud swoosh sounding so menacing.  That would be nothing to that sound of it thudding against her soft skin painfully.

“It’s important to keep a rattan cane from getting too brittle, Josh.  I find the best thing to use is the juice of a young girl.  Slide it between her legs and pussy lips.  The thick ridges and bumps will arouse her in spite of herself and she will get wet and lubricate the cane.”  The Judge decided to let Josh do this so he could administer to his cock.

Amy was spread so obscenely, her ass pushed up as if offering up her flesh to be beaten.  She felt the rough cane between her legs, sliding up along her thighs, feeling every bump and ridge on it as it moved between her legs.  She rose up on her toes as the hard cane pushed between her pussy lips, unable to stop the hardness push aside her delicate lips, feeling her pussy lips curl around the thick shaft.  “EEEEEEHHH,” she cried out, not sure if in pain or pleasure as the cane was dragged back through her pussy lips.  The ridges rubbed and aroused her flesh, the sharp sting as a thick bump attacked her delicate flesh could do little to dampen the arousal, Amy struggling to stop the growing wetness.  How could she become aroused knowing that he would soon be beating her ass with the same cane?  The cane sawed back and forth between her puffy lips, rubbing and arousing her flesh until the pain in her breasts were overcome by the pleasure between her legs.  She couldn’t stop her hips from moving, humping back and forth on the cane animalistically.

“I think she likes it,” Josh astonished that the young girl was humping the cane like a dog in heat.  He pushed the cane up harder, making it rub harder against her flesh but her hips continued to fuck the hard cane erotically, Amy’s gasp now of pleasure, not pain.

“Yes, look at the cane, slick and oily with her juices.  She’d cum if you keep it up.  It’s time for pain now.”  The Judge stoked his cock slower, wanting to finish up in the girls cunt.

She hated what they did to her, making her get aroused, feeling the wetness between her legs.  The cane was gone, Amy bracing herself for the pain.

Josh swished the cane through the air a few times until Amy looked back at him, terror in her eyes, her lips pleading with him.  “Get ready, Amy.  I’m going to enjoy beating that lovely ass.”  Josh swung the cane back, his wrist snapping the cane forward as he put all of his weight behind the first strike.  The cane whooshed through the open air, Josh catching her broad ass low down where her upper thighs met the flesh of her bottom cheeks.  The sound was like gun going off, the deep thud resonating off the walls.

Amy didn’t move for a moment, her ass cheeks absorbing the blow, the pain following quickly behind.  Her head shot up as she screamed her high pitch girlish shrill, her cheeks clenching and unclenching as if they could somehow ease the pain. 

Before the welt could even appear, Josh swung the cane again, the familiar swoosh of the cane cutting through the air already training Amy to tighten her lovely cheeks.  The cane caught her higher up this time, the middle of her fleshy cheeks, her ass arched up in just the right position to feel the full impact of the blow.

“AAAGGHHH!”  Amy shook her head in pain, the thick cane striking her flesh, feeling it push deep down into it, smashing the bone beneath.  Her feet began their erotic dance, hopping on one foot then the other, hoping to ease the pain.

Josh wasted no time, swinging the cane again, welts appearing on her once white skin, her ass cheeks clenching and unclenching erotically, her tiny anus peeking out, her pink pussy glistening with her juices.  Her hands gripped the edge of the desk so tight that her knuckles were white, looking like she was fucking back her ass onto the cane, not trying to avoid it.  He continued to ladder her cheeks, enjoying the red lines appearing on her white skin.

Amy’s body surged up and down as she withered in pain. Her hair was damp, plastered across her forehead her ass ablaze in one continuous pain, the cane never ceasing. 

“Get you ass up higher, Amy,” a sharp bite of the cane on her tender thighs bringing fresh cries of pain from her voice.  She obeyed obediently, her ass rising up, crying softly and deeply, her hips moving from side to side as if anticipating the next blow. 

Josh beat her ass for ten minutes, her soft cries barely whimpers now.  He looked down at her ass, the white skin marred with deep, red welts from the top of her ass all the way down to the bottom of her plump bottom.  Some of the welts were dripping her bright red blood, staining the pale cane.  His arm tired but he continued until the Judge’s ragged voice rang out.

“That’s enough.  We don’t want to ruin her.”  The Judge was more worried about his impending orgasm.  He wanted to be inside the young girl’s cunt when he unleashed the torrent of cum.  Only one more area to take care of.  He walked over, picking up the ten strand whip, the long leather strands supple.  He walked behind her, his gaze between her legs, her pussy lips pulled back by the wide expanse of her legs, her pink insides beckoning for attention.

Amy looked back over her shoulder, seeing the Judge behind her, his hand holding an evil whip, his thick cock out, hard and throbbing.  Her ass couldn’t take any more, feeling the wetness on her thighs, sure that she was bleeding.  “No more, my bottom is cut to shreds,” Amy begging.

“I’m aiming for untouched flesh,” the Judge not even giving her time to contemplate the evil in his intentions.  He swung the whip up from the floor, a quick snap of his wrists sent the ten strands of supple leather up between her thighs, biting all along her mound, pushing between her spread lips to attack the most sensitive inner lips with the ferocity of the bite of an animal.  The thud resonated off the wooden walls, the leather hitting the warm, wet flesh of her pussy.

“EEEWWWWW!  UUUGGGHH!”  She couldn’t believe the pain, the whip feeling like knives were stabbing into her most intimate flesh.  She could only spread her legs wider, hoping to ease the pain, her bottom rising and falling as if it could somehow ease the pain that shot from between her legs to her brain.

“Another,” the Judge squealed in delight, this time flicking up harder, the whip strands seeking out her most intimate flesh with a resounding wet thud that excited him beyond reason.  Five more followed in rapid staccato, the whip strands moving higher up her slit until he was rewarded with an animalistic cry of pain when one errant strand found her clit and beat it harshly into her pubic bone.

The pain exploded in her head when he struck her pleasure button, sure that she was ruined for life by the terrible pain.  Her bottom wagged from side to side in pain.  And then it was silent, her body tense as she waited for the next blow.  There wasn’t any, Amy looking back to see the Judge putting the whip down, his hand never leaving his cock as he stroked the massive weapon, the head an angry purple.

They both threw her on the desk, Amy crying out in pain as her striped cheeks hit the hard desk, igniting fresh pain as the welts opened up.  The Judge cared little for her pain, his hand spreading her legs open, pulling her to the edge of the desk until her beaten pussy was only inches from his throbbing cock.  He sank into her with a powerful thrust, Josh holding her hands behind her head as the Judge raped his cock into her dry passage.  It drove her beaten ass into the hard desk, Amy forced to raise her bottom up to escape the pain, only to drive her pussy onto his waiting cock.  Her insides were forced open wider than she had ever felt, the hard cock feeling like a bar of steel was between her legs.  She cried out, but the Judge covered his body with his, his hips beginning to hump up and down in frenzied motion.  All she could do was cry out under the punishing thrusts in her tight pussy.  Luckily the Judge didn’t last long, cumming into her, the warm jet of cum blasting deep inside her pussy, grateful that it had at least lubricated her dry hole.

The Judge felt the tightness of her dry pussy around his cock, her body bouncing up and down as if she were fucking back.  He pumped her hard, making her take the full measure of his cock, his balls aching for relief.  It didn’t take him long, her cries of pain forcing his orgasm from his body, covering her body with his, her hard nipples pressed into his chest as he spurted deep into her young pussy with his powerful seed.  He slumped down on her body as he spent himself in her, finally pulling out, a rush of milky, white cum dripping from her red pussy.  “You can have her now.”  He would watch as Josh had his pleasure from her.

Josh already had his cock out, pulling Amy up from the desk, dragging her struggling body over to the large leather chair.  He pushed her until she was facing the chair.  “Kneel up on it.”  He slapped her beaten ass cheeks until she obeyed, kneeling submissively on the chair.  He slapped her inner thighs until her knees hit the edge of the chair, spreading her legs for him. His hands ran over the welts on her ass, feeling her body jerk each time it opened up a fresh wound. 

She couldn’t do anything as Josh stroked her bottom, her cheeks clenching in pain each time he rubbed a welt too hard.

Josh saw the way her cheeks clenched each time he ran over the red welts on her ass.  It would feel good on his cock once he entered her.  “Ready for another fucking, Amy?  Do me good or I’ll beat you ass with the cane again.”  Amy looked back at him, her eyes red from crying, her face covered in tears.  He rubbed some oil on his hand, stroking it on his cock.

She knew instantly what he was going to do.  With her position on the chair and the oil on his cock, it was her ass that he would take.  She pushed up higher on the chair as she felt a wet finger on her anus, the tip of his finger easing open her tiny hole.  She hated when they touched her there, gasping in protest as the finger wormed into her bottom.  “Nooo, pleaseeee,” she begged but the finger was already working its way deeper into her bottom, Amy knowing that it was oiling her up for something much bigger.  She felt the finger bend, pushing hard against the muscles.

Josh felt her hot hole around his finger, her muscles squeezing the tip of his finger as he pushed in deeper.  Her ass cheeks tensed up as he fingered her tight little hole, her shoulders clenching as she tried to climb the back of the chair to escape his probing finger.  He twisted and turned his finger inside her until she was oily.  He pulled his finger out of her asshole, watching as she tightened her cheeks, her tiny hole clenching closed as if she could stop him from sodomizing her.

She felt the hot, rubbery flesh pushed against her anus, the oily head sliding back and forth over her fluttering opening.  His fingers pulled open her cheeks, igniting fresh pain as the welts broke up.  “EEEEwwww,” she cried out as the cock became more insistent, feeling the familiar stretching of her anal ring until it would accept the thick head of his cock.  Wider and wider her ring stretched until she felt it, the smooth, slick head of his cock popped into through her muscle and into her rectum, feeling like a giant log was shoved in her ass.

Josh looked down as her asshole swallowed up the head of his cock, trapped in the hot, tight vise of her asshole.  He let it rest in her rectum, enjoying the gentle contractions of her muscles on the head.  He enjoyed her cry as he entered her, taking a young girl in a hole not destined for such a large member.  As much as he liked the warmth and tightness of her asshole, but he wanted more.

Amy’s head shook, her shoulders clenched, rising up on the chair as he slowly impaled her on his thick cock.  Her muscles fought him every inch of the way, rippling up and down his shaft as he took her slowly and methodically.  In and inch, back out until her anal ring was stretched taut around the ridge of his cockhead, then thrusting back in, this time deeper, two inches of his cock fed up her clutching asshole. 

She felt full, the thick cock stretching her insides, her muscle revolting, trying to force the monster from her stretched bottom.  She clutched the top of the chair, enduring the constant shoving in and out of his rigid member, each time going deeper into her guts until she felt the painful cramps in her stomach.  Even when she tried to rise up to escape the thick monster, Josh only followed her, his cock pushing and stretching her deep inside her intestines.  He continued to pump her, more and more of his cock fed into her intestines, sure that it would come out her mouth any moment now. 

He would pull his cock out, feeling like her guts were sucked out by the powerful vacuum.  He would pause, delighting in the way her anal ring clutched tightly around the thick head as it threatened to pull out, only to shove back in, each time with more power, her bottom going from empty to full in seconds. 

She gasped each time he plunged in, the head of his cock pushing to the very depths of her bowels, jerking and shuddering in her tight hole.  Finally she felt his stomach against her ass cheeks, the full measure of his cock lining her intestines with the thick shaft, jerking in uncontrollable lust.

Josh held her hips in his hands as he began to sodomize the young girl, taking her with the full  measure of his cock, her body jerking each time, trying to escape the brutal thrust, Josh pulling her back down, the warm guts wrapped tightly around his member.  He stopped from time to time, wanting to prolong it as long as possible.  He resumed his rutting, no escape for Amy, her asshole speared repeatedly by his cock.  He pumped faster as his orgasm neared, battering her little body, Amy squirming with each powerful thrust.  Her anal ring squeezed his cock so lovingly, though she was trying to force him out.  When he pushed in too hard or too deep, her ass would shove back as if she could dislodge the thick cock that speared her, only adding to his enjoyment, her movements feeling like tiny animals rippling up and down his shaft.  To encourage her movements, he ran his fingers over the welts until he busted them open, her body jerking in pain, her asshole tightening on his cock.

It felt huge inside her, stretching and opening her up, Josh’s frenzied rutting battering her muscles into submission.  He ran his hands over her battered ass cheeks, her body jerking in pain.  Each time he would push in deep, Amy would gasp as her stomach cramped around the thick shaft.  She only hoped that he would cum in her and end this misery.

“I’m going to spurt in the hot, tight ass, Amy.  OOOh,” Josh ready to dump his sperm in the young girl’s asshole.  He was breathing hard as he fucked her asshole vigorously, sodomizing the tight hole with everything he had.  He couldn’t wait any longer, shoving deep into her asshole, his cock buried in her guts. 

She couldn’t take much more of this reaming of her asshole, feeling his frenzied thrusting, finally his cock pushed deep into her bowels.  She could feel it swell, knowing he was ready to cum.  “EEEhhh,” she cried out as she felt the flood of hot cum shoot out of his cock with a powerful jet, flooding her guts with his cum.  Her bottom cheeks contracted, clutching onto the spewing cock.

He shot off inside her as her ass cheeks contracted around his cock with each spurt, urging another squirt of cum in her guts by the delightful clenching as his cock was massaged.  He erupted in her asshole three times, filling her guts with his cum, resting on her back as he tried to regain his breathing.  Her asshole continued to clench on his shrinking member, Josh letting her finally squeeze it out.  He pulled back, her cheeks clenched tight as she tried to stop the flow of cum from leaking from her abused hole.

“A well fucked young girl,” the Judge commented.  “Take her back to her room.  You might want her to clean your cock when you get back there.  Young girls should be taught properly”.

She cringed at the thought of taking his soiled cock in her mouth, but she knew she would have no choice. 

In her room, Josh pushed her down on her bed, kneeling over her face, his knees on each side of her head as he slowly fed his soiled cock into her mouth, Amy forced to tongue it until it was clean, choking and gagging as she bathed it.  By time she had cleaned it, he was hard again, thrusting in and out of her mouth, finally breaching her throat as he fucked her mouth and throat for twenty minutes before shooting a load of cum deep in her belly.  He finally left her alone, a fitful night as she rolled around in her bed, unable to find any position that didn’t open up a wound. 


Chapter 8

Bill and Amy in Training



There were at least five men in the room when Bill and Amy entered, both of them nervous.  Not only were there men present, but it looked as though they had brought their wives or girlfriends.  Amy hated Bill and she feared what the Judge might want them to do together for the men’s entertainment.  Amy was in a black dress, much more sophisticated then her age, a deep neckline that left a good part of her white breasts bare.  She struggled to get into the dress, clinging to her hips and butt, feeling like a second skin when she got it on and secured the back.  She teetered on the high heels, trying to keep her balance.  She had seen her reflection, no longer looking like a thirteen-year old girl.

Bill’s balls ached, his pants so tight that it felt like they were crushing them.  In spite of the deep pain in his gut, he couldn’t help that his cock was hard.  All boys his age suffered with a perpetual hard-on, especially when he saw the way Amy looked in the clinging dress.  He would love the chance to fuck her and show her what a man he was.  She had managed to escape his grasp so far, but he was hoping that tonight would be different.  He saw the women, not expecting that. 

“Over here,” the Judge motioning Amy and Bill over to him.  Two couples stood and joined the Judge.  The woman separated from the men, the Judge guiding Bill over to them, Amy to the men.

They were beautiful women; Bill had never been this close to anyone like them before.  One was a blonde with long hair halfway down her back, a flawless complexion and a lovely pair of tits that he couldn’t take his eyes off of, especially since they were so generously exposed over the top of her low-cut dress. 

“You can call me Mistress Brenda,” the blonde said as she put her arm around Bill’s shoulder.  She slid her hand down over his chest until she got to the front of his pants, lightly touching the cock that bulged out the tight pants.  He pulled back from her hand.

The other one had dark hair, shorter, eyes that seemed to stare into his soul, her small hands reaching out to touch him, Bill noticing the long, pointed fingernails.

“I’m Mistress Monika.”  She reached for his ass when she saw him move away from Brenda’s hand, gripping his ass cheek with one hand, clenching on the flesh until he moved back into Brenda’s grip.

Brenda felt his bony prick, not thick like an older mans, but long and thin.  Her fingers curled around it, feeling him pushing his prick into her hand; he was sure that Monika was forcing him.  “Why, we certainly are aroused, Bill.”  She dug her fingers into his thin shaft, feeling it jerk.

Monika slid her hand down lower between his legs until she could grab his balls, the tight pants making it easy to find them.  Her fingers gripped them, Bill standing up on his toes the tighter she grasped them.

Bill was caught on both sides by the women.  It was almost as bad as what the Judge and the other men had done to him.  His prick was being crushed by the blonde and now the one behind him had reached down and found his ball sack.  She had powerful hands, the tight pants already making his balls ache, Mistress Monika’s hand finding his balls vulnerable.  It felt like they were being crushed in a vise. He was scared of her long fingernails; he had never seen anything that long before or as pointed.  They began to release, then tighten their hands on his prick and balls, each time causing sharp pains in his stomach. Bill was sure that his balls were being crushed.  His hips shot back and forth, trying to escape, but ended up only making himself more vulnerable to the other one.

Monika released his balls, her hands going around his waist as she stood behind him.  She began to open his shirt, her hand running over his hairless chest as she pulled the shirt from his pants.  She pressed up against him to keep him from escaping as her fingernails slid up over his stomach, lightly touching him with her sharp nails. Her fingers reached his nipples, little hard points that were easy targets for her long fingernails.

“EEEEHHH,” Bill sucked in air through his teeth, her fingernails feeling like knives sticking into his sensitive nipples.  He tried to push away, but he felt two breast pillows pushed into his back, keeping him from escaping the pinpoint fingernails that sought out the nerve-rich nipples. 

“What’s the matter, Bill?  Don’t you love the touch of a good woman?” Brenda teased him.  Her hand was already reaching down to his belt, undoing the slim, leather belt, her fingers easily finding the buttons on the front of his trousers.  She pushed his trousers down his legs, all without touching his cock, though she could see it quivering in expectation in his white shorts.  She ran her fingers along the naked flesh of his hips, finally reaching up and gripping his prick through the thin material of his shorts.  She was able to get a better grip, her fingers digging deep into the bony prick.  She could felt the wetness on his shorts, boys unable to control their erections.

He was being manhandled harshly again; this time his pants around his ankles, his shorts pulled open, four hands running over his body, not so much to pleasure him, but to inflict pain, though he couldn’t understand how the pain somehow felt good.  The shorts were the next to go, Mistress Monika stood behind him, sliding them down over his ass until they fell to his ankles with his pants.  Her fingers were back on his ass cheeks; this time her fingernails raked along his buttocks, Bill clenching his cheeks until the muscle grew taut.  It felt like daggers digging deep grooves into his cheeks.  “EEWWWW,” he shrieked, his voice high pitched as Mistress Brenda’s hands found his naked prick, her fingernails digging into the shaft.  At least they weren’t as long and sharp as Mistress Monika’s, but that did little to stop the sharp pain as they found his vulnerable flesh. 

Amy loved what they were doing to Bill, seeing them abuse his flesh as they stripped him naked.  She felt one of the men go behind her, her body tense as she waited for the inevitable.  Hands came around her waist, sliding up her sides to cup her small breasts, pushing them up higher until they almost broke free of the dress.  His fingers were brutal as they crushed her breasts, his fingertips digging into her tips.

“Small, but nice tits,” Michael said as he felt the young girl up.  He reached behind her, finding the buttons that opened up her dress, a finger sliding down her naked back, enjoying the goose bumps that appeared on her flesh.

Jacob stood in front of Amy, pushing his cock up against her as Michael began to slip the dress from her shoulders.  He helped pull the dress down off of her arms, hearing the seam ripping as he pulled it hastily over her hips.  He had to tug it down to get it to fall to her feet, but when he stood up, he could admire her naked body, the Judge making sure that she wore nothing beneath the dress.  Her mound was almost bald, the pubic hairs just beginning to flourish.  He gripped her labia, squeezing her lips, pulling them out as he pinched them tight in his fingers.

Hands strayed across her naked ass cheeks at the same time rough, calloused hands gripped her innocent mound. It felt like his fingers were a vise on her lips.  Strong fingers pulled apart her cheeks.  Amy was afraid when the men touched and played with her backside, recalling painfully when she had to take a long prick up her behind.  Her only salvation was that Bill wasn’t doing much better than she was.  Hands held his cheeks apart by the woman in front of him as the one with long fingernails ran her razor sharp nail along his crack and over his anus.

Bill couldn’t stop the flutter in his anus as Mistress Monika ran her sharp nail over his tiny hole, feeling like the tip of a knife was cutting the small ring.  In spite of the pain, he smiled when he saw the men strip Amy naked, hoping he could stick his prick inside the bitch. 

“Are you good at making a girl feel good with your tongue, Bill?”  Monika reached around, grabbing his cock and sticking her fingernail into his urethra.  His hard prick suddenly went soft with pain.

It felt like a knife was shoved inside the head of his prick.  Mistress Monika held his prick in one hand, but her long, pointed fingernail was shoved in his piss hole.  To make it worse, she moved it around; the slightest movement feeling like his inner flesh was cut by a surgeon’s knife.  “NNNNNOOO!  I’ll make you feel good,” begging for relief.

“Down on your knees.”  She pushed him down.  “It’s not me, but Amy that you will pleasure.”

Amy cringed when she heard her name, Michael pushing her over until she was in front of Bill, kneeling submissively at her feet.

“Spread your legs, Amy.”  Michael saw her respond immediately.  Maybe she liked having Bill as her sex slave.  “Turn around, let him lick your asshole first.”  He wasn’t surprised when she willingly complied, even reaching back to spread her cheeks, pushing her ass into Bill’s face.

“Yes, Bill.  Lick my asshole,” she blurted out, pulling her cheeks obscenely apart.  She didn’t care if everyone could see her anus; she wanted to humiliate Bill.

He knew he had no choice, pushing his face between her cheeks, but not before he bit her soft, round flesh.  She released her cheeks when his teeth sank into her flesh, her cheeks clenching around his face.  His tongue shot out, licking around the tart asshole.  He could feel the muscles of her anus fluttering, licking harder around the tight knot of her anus, fighting the muscles as he tried to force the tip of his tongue into her tiny hole.  He would show her, feeling his tongue slide inside her, her anal ring sliding over it as the tip began to enter the tightness of her rectum. 

The pervert stuck his tongue up her backside as Michael held her still.  It felt like a wet snake sliding inside her.  Finally, she was released, turning around and spreading her legs.  “Lick me,” she ordered Bill.  Mistress Monika moved behind Bill, holding his head, pushing him forward until Amy felt his face pushed into her mound.  His tongue came out instantly and slid up and down her slit, pushing apart her lips to explore her inner flesh.  She never felt anything like it, wishing it were her hands that were guiding Bill’s head. 

Bill’s tongue was getting tired, but Mistress Monika wouldn’t let him back off. She finally allowed him to stop after five minutes of licking.  His face was covered with Amy’s juices. Bill was proud that he could make her juice up so easily, but ashamed that he was on his knees before her.  He would have rather had it the other way, with Amy servicing his prick with her mouth.  He would have shoved it down her throat as he held her head. 

Michael had the rope ready as Monica pulled Bill to his feet.  His cock was rearing up, ready for action.  He’d see how willing he would be.

Amy and Bill found their wrists bound with thick, white rope until their fingers tingled from lack of blood.  The rope was pulled up over a ceiling beam, both of their arms rising up as they were faced against each other.  Amy was forced to look into Bill’s face, jumping when his prick jerked against her naked skin.  No, they couldn’t be thinking of that.  Not Bill’s prick inside her.  She didn’t care about anyone else, just not Bill’s.

A spreader bar was placed between Amy’s thighs, the leather digging into her thighs, her legs spread wide.  She couldn’t close them, her sex open as they pushed Bill closer, his prick rubbing against her naked mound.  She felt a rope around her back, but they ran it around Bill also.  She felt it tightening; Bill forced to move closer, his prick jerking against her skin.

“Let me help you, Bill.  I hope you’re wet enough for him, Amy.”  Monika reached down, her hand around Bill’s prick.  She rubbed the head up and down Amy’s slit, gathering up the juices that sparkled on her lips.  Michael was behind her, keeping her from moving away, Monika pushed the head of his cock between her lips and into the tight hole.  Bill’s prick wasn’t that big, so it entered her slick passage with ease. Amy heard Bill groan as her pussy engulfed the head of his cock.

She hated it when she felt Bill’s prick sliding inside her, but she couldn’t escape with Michael behind her.  His prick slipped inside her hole unopposed, her muscles clenching on the head.  It was much smaller then the men’s cocks that fucked her, but at least it would be less painful. 

Bill didn’t need any more encouragement or help once he felt the heat of her pussy engulf his cock.  He shoved with his hips, half of his cock slipping into her tight hole.  “Got you, Amy.  I’ve wanted to fuck you for a long time and now I’m inside you.” 

She could feel his prick sliding in and out of her, feeling like a pointed stick, the skinny prick going deeper with every thrust.  The spreader bar left her wide open, unable to stop the rape.  “EEEEWWWWW,” she screamed so loud that it scared Bill; his hips stopped thrusting inside her.  She felt the bite of a whip on her ass cheeks, her hips thrown forward as she tried to escape the stinging leather bite of the whip on her cheeks.  She was still sore from the previous whipping, tearing open the welts on her cheeks.  She shoved her hips forward so far, her pussy driven onto Bill’s cock until it smashed into her cervix.  She tried to move back, his prick sliding from her pussy, her insides collapsing behind the prick that pulled her insides out.  “YYYEEWWW,” another swipe of the whip, this time catching her low down on her buttocks, the tender spot where her thighs met her buttocks.  It burned as the leather tore her flesh, her hips shooting forward to fuck onto Bill’s prick unwillingly. 

Bill couldn’t believe his luck.  Amy was fucking him, Bill staying still as her hips bucked back and forth on his rigid prick.  He loved that a whip was forcing her to do what he wanted to do for so long.  Her pussy muscles clenched on his cock as she pulled away, but the crack of the whip on her ass cheeks sent her back, impaling her pussy on his prick. 

“You like that, Bill.”  It was Monika behind him, her hand reaching down his ass to run down the crack of his ass.  “Relax your cheeks or I’ll whip them like Amy.”  He obeyed like a girl, submissively relaxing his cheeks as Monika slid her fingernail down his sweat-drenched crack until she found the tight knot of his anus.  Monika didn’t wait to get her finger wet, enough sweat on it, thrusting it up his asshole the next time Michael whipped Amy.  They both screamed out, their hips thrust forward to escape, only to smash into each other with a powerful thud.  They both screamed out, Bill’s prick smashed into Amy’s cervix with a bruising thud, Amy receiving it with equal pain.

The sharp nail tore into his intestines, moving back and forth in his asshole, scratching the tender flesh.  One finger became two; two became three, his anal ring stretched tightly around Mistress Monika’s knuckles.  Each time he shot his hips forward to receive Amy’s thrust as the whip forced her to respond.  Their bodies smashed into each other rhythmically, the fingers and whip making them like puppets on a string. 

The prick almost felt sharp, feeling like it was trying to stab through her cervix and enter her womb.  Her ass was on fire, the whip finding new flesh with each strike, tearing at her flesh.  Finally Michael stopped, handing the whip to Mistress Monika.  Amy smiled at the first sound of the whip on Bill’s ass cheeks, and Bill’s high-pitched squeal of pain, but she was quickly reminded of what they were doing to Bill before to make him thrust into her.  She felt Michael’s fingers tearing at her anal ring, stretching her ring until she thought it would tear. Suddenly a finger was shoved unceremoniously up her backside, digging and pushing against her muscles.  Her stomach cramped around the finger in her rectum.  It pulled out, but only long enough for two fingers to open her anal ring.  The tips of his fingers stretched her ring, Amy almost glad when they thrust inside her backside.  They hurt as they ground inside her guts, pushing against her soft walls, stretching her in places that weren’t meant to be stretched.  Each time her hips were forced forward to meet Bill’s painful thrust. 

It was almost funny to watch.  Amy and Bill fucking like two sex crazed teenagers, they frenzied hips thrusting back and forth, Bill’s skinny, long cock bottoming out in Amy tight pussy with each painful thrust.  Bill’s ass was bloodied as much as Amy’s, the men and women taking turns with the whip, the other getting three and finally four fingers thrust up their tight asshole, cramping their stomachs as they fucked themselves almost to death. 

Bill couldn’t help himself.  In spite of the pain of having a hand shoved up his asshole, fingers spreading open in his intestines, he came inside Amy, blasting her with his cum.

They had used the other end of the whip on Amy, shoving a foot of handle up her asshole, the twisted leather tearing at her soft passage.  Bill came in her, Amy feeling his foul seed blasting her pussy with his hot cum, relieved at last as they pulled the handle from her asshole.

Bill couldn’t do anything as Mistress Monika took the whip handle that was up Amy’s asshole and shoved it into his mouth.  He had no choice but to lick it clean as they shoved it down his throat, choking and gagging on the hard handle.  The soiled handle filled his mouth with the awful taste of her bowels.  Mistress Monika left the handle in his mouth as her fingernails tore at his prick, scratching the soft ridge of his head until it bled.  Brenda reached between his legs and crushed his balls, the sensitive testicles sore from cumming, his stomach cramping painfully. 

Michael didn’t waste any time, thrusting his cock up Amy’s asshole, her muscles beat into submission by the whip handle, driving eight inches of thick, hard cock deep into her guts.  He began to fuck sodomize her brutally; Jacob helped Michael, taking the soiled whip from Bill’s mouth, swinging the whip up between Amy’s legs to strike her defenseless pussy.  Her body jolted up with each blow of the whip, her ass muscles bringing such delight to Michael’s sodomizing cock.  He managed to sodomize her for ten minutes before he dumped his cum in her bowels. 

They grew tired of Bill and Amy, fucked and beaten until they no longer responded, led away to collapse on their beds, curling up into balls to comfort the pain that still laced through their bodies.  Was this to be their life until the three of them became of age?

The End of Story