The Judges Molests His New Orphans

Chapter Two-Grace Poses for Pictures

By Powerone

Copyright 2005

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Grace started to pick up her clothes.

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

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

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

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

“Do you want me to Grace?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Do you want me to Grace?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To be Continued.