The Judges Molests His New Orphans
By Powerone
Copyright 2005
M/b(12),
M/g(10/g(13), PEDO, cbt, humil, mast, bdsm
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
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
"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
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
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?"