The Judge Molests His New Orphans

Chapter 3

By Powerone

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

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.

To Be Continued.