The Judge Molests His New Orphans

By Powerone

Copyright 2008

Chapter 7

Corporal Punishment

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Josh, Sir.” He bowed his head.

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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