Chapter 10
Judge Horatio Brogan came out of his chambers and mounted the steps to his bench. Phoebe was only one of many cases he would handle this afternoon. Indeed, he hadn't even seen the briefs this afternoon. The morning had been extraordinarily complicated, that is, usually the judge had a special treat to accompany his lunch ... but today, the purveyor of human delights had not been able to supply the judge with his usual noontime diversion. Judge Brogan was in a foul humor ... until the visit from Deputy Matt Colin, the young cop from the desert. Now, as the judge looked over the courtroom and then flipped through the pile of briefs that lay on his desk, he had only one case in mind ... Phoebe's.
The judge found the brief that had been written on Phoebe's arrest and glanced over it quickly. Then he put it on the bottom of the pile and began to wade through the afternoon's docket.
At almost five o'clock, every other case had been handled. As the bailiff called Phoebe's case, she was already weary from sitting on the hard seats for over four-hours. She rose and approached the bench.
"Miss Phoebe Abbott?" asked the Judge.
"Yes, your honor," she replied.
Judge Brogan continued to read. His eyes -edged up the page and looked Phoebe over with lewdly intimate scrutiny. She was just as attractive as the deputy had said ... and if the rest of the story were only half-true! Well, that would be enough.
"Young lady," began the judge, you have been charged with grand larceny, conspiracy to commit grand larceny and resisting arrest. How do you plead?"
Phoebe was dumbfounded. Her luscious lips parted in incredulity. "I ... I have no idea ... I mean, your honor, I didn't do any of those things! Sal is my brother-in-law ... I never knew what...." Phoebe's voice trailed off in confusion. She had no idea how to respond to the charges....
From the bench, Judge Brogan looked down at Phoebe with lust and pity. He was glad that her unfamiliarity with the law allowed him to be gentle, to do her a favor that would have to be returned. "Miss Abbott," he continued, "this is potentially a very serious charge. I think it would be best if we discuss it in private for a moment.
Court recessed until tomorrow morning." He clapped the gavel on his bench and descended the steps to his chambers.
The middle-aged man was still hard of limb and in excellent condition despite his age. Part of his vigor had always been attributed to his insatiable appetites, for sports and for sex. A day never passed without a three-mile jog and at least one fuck ... usually two or three. Today's confusion had put his heavy hanging balls on the edge of pain from the pressure of the sperm backed up for hours beyond the usual hour of relief. He opened his robe and sat in his plush chair as Phoebe made her way meekly into the room.
"The district attorney has already begun investigation of this case, Miss Abbott. As I understand it, you claim no knowledge of the crime, before or after the act until you were forced to join your brother-in-law and his crew ... is that right?"
Phoebe was relieved to hear her own story coming from the judge's mouth. "Yes, your Honor. That's exactly right. I had no idea that Sal was involved in anything like this...."
"Well, despite the fact that 1 may be inclined to believe you on the basis of your youth and lack of prior offenses, there is still quite a bit of circumstantial evidence that you were involved...."
"But your Honor," Phoebe began.
"However, it is sometimes possible for this kind of thing to be dismissed at the preliminary hearing ... Sometimes...."
Phoebe could not follow the judge's implication. "What can I do to make this whole thing just go away? Really, your Honor, I didn't do anything ... It all seems like a bad dream...." She thought it better not to mention the abuse she had suffered at the hands of the law officers. What if the judge thought she had encouraged them?!
"As I was saying, if I'm convinced of your innocence and of your character ... It would sort of be a favor to you to dismiss all this today so that you can get back to your own life. That does, however, put me in a position of considerable responsibility. I mean if I'm wrong, it could make me look pretty bad. It's a risk ... But if you were to make it worth my while...."
"Me? What could I do for a man in your position?" queried Phoebe.
The judge looked up slowly and gave Phoebe time to take in his intent.
"Oh, your Honor, you don't mean...." Phoebe could tell by the look in the judge's eyes just what he had in mind. "Oh, I couldn't ... I mean, no matter what you may have heard, I'm not that kind of...." Her voice revealed her fear that anything she said would put her in greater difficulty yet.
"You could go back to the cell you left several hours ago, but then you undoubtedly already have a good idea what goes on in jails ... Or you could just take a few minutes of your afternoon and be free to go about your life...."
Phoebe was unable to grasp the fact that here, even here, in the inner sanctum of a high court of law she was still subject to the degenerate impulses of the men who ruled every aspect of her world! It was horrifying. It was degrading. It was too dreadful to be believed ... yet it was happening. She could return to the jail to suffer abuse, perhaps at the hands of Matron Beverly or she could close her eyes and let this wanton man have his way. At least with the latter she would be free of all of this and her record would still be clean. Phoebe knew what she had to do.
Phoebe's expression must have shown in her eyes because the judge was already, rising from his seat. He walked to the door of his chambers and looked outside into the court room. No one. Everyone had left the room and they were perfectly alone. He returned to the room, locking the door behind him. The judge removed his robe and threw a few legal journals off of the large leather couch that was in the corner of the room. As he began to undress he looked Phoebe straight in the eye and said, "Get naked."
"What?!" Phoebe almost screeched at the brashness of the order, and an order it was, there was no tone of ambiguity in the judge's voice. He wanted Phoebe and knew that he could use the lever of the law to make her do anything he wanted to. She was helpless. She was without recourse and the only way to end this nightmare of a vacation and to get home to safety and sanity was to comply with the mad desires of yet another perverted enforcer of the law. Phoebe began to remove her clothes.
Phoebe knew that she had better get the "deal" with the judge worked out completely before he got what he wanted-whatever that was-since there would be little chance of her bargaining after he got his rocks off. She continued to undress but questioned the judge proddingly using all the guile she had learned during this summer of revelations.
"If, I ... if I help you this afternoon ... you'll help me get off ... to get away from all this mix up?" She was hesitant for fear of breaking some unknown rule of this bizarre ritual.
"Sure kid. No problem," said the judge. He was down to his underwear. His middle-aged body bore no resemblance to that which Phoebe had always associated with the term. He seemed to be peeling off years with each removal of the stodgy conservative uniform of his trade. His waist bore none of the softness nor spread of the middle years. He was as tight as a boy of seventeen. What was amazing to Phoebe however was the view presented by him in his underwear. His shoulders were broad and well tanned. He narrowed quickly to a vee waist and perhaps the smallest hips she had seen ... and recently Phoebe had been in a position to cross-judge men's physiques-heaven knows she had seen enough of them. From those hips, across his flat belly, slightly rippled with a washboard of well developed muscles, from those hips a scanty pair of nylon men's briefs revealed a bulge carefully tucked and compressed to hide its enormity. Phoebe's eyes stuck on the bulge.
"See something you like?" the judge smiled. "Don't worry about it. It's o.k. to admire...." With those words the judge's own eyes reviewed Phoebe from top to bottom. She was brassiereless and so was now reduced to her panties. "Lean over," he said.
"What?" exclaimed Phoebe.
"Lean over. Let your tits hang." He was even more forceful this time, so Phoebe thought she had better do a good job of a bad task. She leaned over. Her roundly firm breasts hung slightly as the judge began to walk toward her. The bulge in his brief was gradually increasing in size.
Phoebe braced her hands on her knees as the judge circled her, running his eyes over every inch of her lewdly displayed young taut body.
"Spread your legs," he commanded.
Phoebe did as she was told but was increasingly drawn to the rigorously contained flesh that protruded from the judge's shorts....
The judge went to the desk and from a top drawer withdrew a small pen knife. As he began to walk back in Phoebe's direction, she shied from him, not knowing just what he had in mind with a knife!
Again he circled her, making her keep her legs widely spread and her hands on her knees. As he passed directly behind her he removed the blade of the knife from its case and slipped it under the elastic of her panties. With a quick stroke he cut the elastic and split the fabric halfway down the back of her delicately feminine panties. Her tiny waist and her creamy white buttocks could be seen as the panties began to slip down the round firmness of her hips. Phoebe looked around with apprehension, with no idea of the judge's scene ... but it was growing less and less conventional. It was un-likely that someone who would take such pains at "preparation" would be satisfied with a simple blow job or a quick fuck....
The judge returned to the desk as he continued to circle her. This time from the same drawer he pulled a camera. A small camera. Maybe the judge had discovered-somehow?!-the atrocities that the police had committed against her. Maybe he was going to photograph the bruises that they had inflicted on her. Phoebe's heart leaped with new enthusiasm. She would help the judge ... No, as she reflected on the realities, it was more likely he was just getting some perverted pleasure from photographing a naked girl in his chambers....
He circled her taking photos from every angle. She obeyed orders to spread her legs wider, to remove her ripped panties inch by inch until they rested on the floor of the chambers. The judge's camera closed in for each shot. Mechanically she obeyed instructions to open her thighs so the judge could approach even closer. He knew what he was doing and he could get to within two inches of his subject without sacrificing clarity. Phoebe could feel his hot breath blowing through the soft golden curls of her cuntal hair, but he seemed totally unaffected by their closeness. He was entirely the professional photographer doing a job.
"Now move over to the couch," he commanded. "Lie down and let's see your ass opened wide!"
Phoebe was unable to believe the bizarre orders but did as she was told. She could not resist, after the degradation to which she had been forced to pervert herself it seemed little enough to just pose for pictures for some mad judge. And if this man could get her free of the involvement into which she had been unwittingly thrown, she might be making the most of a bad situation. With a sigh, and covering her eyes with shame, she turned over on her belly on the couch, spread her legs, and reached back with trembling hands to part her tight young ass-cheeks. Her eyes blinked as he began to take pictures of her most intimate parts, the only unviolated area of her exhausted body.
Trembling, the young blonde was afraid to disobey. She had been so abused, so humiliated and degraded in the past day that this seemed like nothing to her. She positioned her nakedly quaking body, yielding to the nudges of the judge's fingers. He pulled her left knee down to the carpeted floor leaving the other leg splayed wide against the back of the couch. She knew her genitals were obscenely exposed but there was nothing she could do. She blinked as the flash flared twice, then felt him rising over her, the hot throbbing head of his cock slipped from his straining shorts and began sliding up and down the fleshy crevice "of her cunt gradually making its way to her defenseless little anus.
Then the soft, rubbery head of his penis was pressing against her there. "What are you doing?" she cried out, struggling to turn over, but being frustrated as he put a knee in the small of her back.
She could not halt her body's instinctive reaction. She gasped and humped back toward it, moaning. It felt so warm and smooth, nestled up there between the smooth half-melons of her naked young buttocks.
"By God! You want it stuck up your ass!" the judge blurted obscenely. "And I sure as hell will do it!"
Phoebe was humiliated and horrified. "No, no, no," she cried. "I don't want you even to touch me ... I'm only doing this because you promised me that you would help me...."
"Don't give me any of your fancy stories, little miss, I know all about you already. You want to get fucked in the ass," the judge said coldly. "Well, you're gonna get fucked in the ass!"
Phoebe tried to struggle free, to close her widespread legs against the unnatural invasion of her rectum, but she was helpless. He was heavier, and he was on top of her, with all his weight, his body that had been trained to a fine edge in his daily athletics and kept in supreme shape was more than a match for her own slender self. She felt the hot, mushroom-shaped head prodding at the tight resisting ring of her sphincter muscle as she gasped for air. He hit her at the back of the neck, just hard enough, and for a few seconds it took all the resistance out of her, dulled her mind.
That moment of dullness was just long enough. While her body was relaxed, he lurched forward over her nakedly defenseless torso, the bulbous head of his cock ramming cruelly through her anal orifice, hot and hard as a burning ax-handle.
"Stop it, stop it ... please, you're hurting me...." Phoebe's protests were in vain. She tried to squirm away from this unnatural impalement but his lust-hardened penis was already too deeply embedded up inside her anal passage. His huge throbbing cock was being rammed through her wildly puckering anus as she writhed and tossed in a futile attempt to avoid this sodomistic rape. "You'll split me apart! For Heaven's sake, don't! I'll do anything! I'll suck you, I'll fuck you but please don't do this...."
"Go ahead and scream your bitching mouth off, nobody can hear you. You know you love it. Stick that ass in the air...." He gasped as he thrust his massively thickened shaft deeper and deeper into her straining rectum.
Phoebe lay under him, her struggles of no avail, feeling the great rod of hard flesh ruthlessly invade her back passage, stretching it, sending great waves of pain ahead of the massive cudgel. He pistoned into her hard and fast, but only a fraction of an inch at a time, until finally her tight little anus was stretched to the bursting point. She felt sure she would be fatally injured by the obscene intrusion, because of the pain, the steel-like penis that was drilling relentlessly deeper and deeper into her virginal rectum. She struggled to escape, but the judge's hands, quick and hard, grasped her nakedly heaving buttocks and pulled the soft whiteness of them back, at the same time thrusting himself even deeper and deeper into the young blonde's trembling, tortured flesh.
Phoebe cried out as she felt his sperm-laden balls smack wetly against her distended ass-cheeks. He held her tight to him, and began to flex his hotly throbbing cock inside her sorely expanded anal canal. She could feel the huge head of his cock blowing up like a balloon and tears came to her eyes. She was beyond begging for mercy now. She knew she could only submit and pray for a quick ending of this obscene, vile torture. As was the case when she had submitted to Sal's rape, and the oral-cuntal gang-bang of the bastard cops, she knew the only thing to do was to endure it. She forced herself to raise her head and spit defiant words at the lewdly leering judge who sodomized her.
"Go ahead, tear me apart. Go ahead, enjoy yourself!" she hissed.
"We'll both enjoy it, little Miss New England Innocent," the judge said with a smirk. He grabbed her squirming hips and jerked her ripe young body back hard on the rigid length of his throbbing cock and felt her tremble. He was sure that in a minute or two her tail would be wagging like a happy puppy for more ... hell, she'd be begging for more. "Move your fucking ass! Ram it back on my prick! Get it way up there! You're nice and hot and juicy, and I'll have you coming in less than a minute." He slapped her naked ass-cheeks, bringing a howl of outrage and pain from the young girl.
"You miserable cocksucker!" she spat back at him with a defiant toss of the head.
Yet her violent response was not entirely accurate. Now, slowly yet unquestionably, against all her natural will, his warmly pulsating penis was feeling good up inside her stretched little rectum. The long throbbing length of his cock filled her rectal passage to the hilt, and she thought she could almost feel it in her belly. She was expanding, her flesh and tissues opening to the unnatural presence of his penis. She panted heavily and, submitting, began to undulate her voluptuous body to absorb more of him. Spreading her knees wider, so her nakedly rounded buttocks were completely open to him, she could feel his heavy, semen-laden balls smacking against the blood-engorged soft lips of her cunt down below, and even tickling the aroused stalk of her clitoris. The panting young blonde began to rock back and forth, so his heavy spear of male flesh moved rhythmically in and out of her quivering anal opening.
Phoebe thought she would die. God did it hurt! With each new movement, she felt as if a great redwood tree were splitting her apart in the most obscene way possible. Tossing her head, she caught sight of herself in a dressing mirror. She saw her smooth rounded buttocks begin to wave wantonly as the hard-driving penis rammed faster and faster in and out of her straining backside. She could see a pink ring of anal flesh being pulled from her body, wrapped tightly around his thick pole of flesh, and then be jammed back deep into her rectum again as his huge cock-head pushed her tissues ahead of it in great rippling waves until she felt her ass-cheeks slapped again by the heavy weight of the judge's scrotum. It hurt terribly at first, but now the pain was diminishing and with a masochistic desire that she hadn't known before, Phoebe wanted it to continue.
"Bastard!" she moaned. "You son of a bitch!" She writhed, thrusting herself back with fury, impaling her anus to the hilt on his massively throbbing cock. "For God's sake, help me! Fuck my ass! Hard! Harder! Ram your goddamn prick into me, you motherfucking cocksucker!"
"Sure, I'll fuck your ass, you hot little cunt! I told you, you'd be begging for it before the head was in!" the judge said viciously.
Holding her squirming hips, he began to fuck wildly in and out of her tightly puckering anus, feeling her lithe young body respond, screw back to him hard, as she panted and tossed her long golden hair in mingled pain and pleasure. He could feel the sensitive tip of his cock reaming her back passage savagely-and she was loving all of it, even begging him for more! He had wanted to fuck her and debase her ever since he had first seen her limp into the court room, unknowingly swinging this fine tight ass he was now fucking so wildly. He never thought he'd have a chance, but now here she was, jaybird naked, with her buttocks spread and clutching at him, and her beautiful breasts crushed on the couch. He knew she hated him ... and he knew that was one of the things which made it good, fucking her this way and making her love it and cry for more.
"Move that ass, you fucking cunt!" he gasped. "Move that shit hole ... Make me feel like I'm not wavin' my prick out the window."
Phoebe cried out in humiliation as she felt his thick rod of hot throbbing flesh drill harder and deeper up into her tortured belly. She clenched her anal muscles, knowing he must want her as tight as possible, and moved her naked buttocks obscenely as she gloried in the feel of his long hard penis jackhammering deeply up into her defenseless rectum. In her loins the fire raged and then began to burst throughout her body. OH GOD! He was going to make her come! She had never thought it would be possible, doing it this way, but it was happening! She cried out shrilly as the moment of orgasm arrived.
Ramming his thickening cock into her cunvulsing backside with renewed violence, he said cruelly, "You coming, bitch? Well, I'll just join you!"
Judge Brogan hated women. He gloried in defiling them, making them his slaves, using them in every unspeakable way and he was in no way above using the law to help him gain his ends. But this one was the best cunt he'd ever had in his life. So proud and pretty and determined to do her own thing. Well, he had reduced her to a groveling, pleading piece of juicy meat. Out of control, she was grinding her tight young ass back on his thick reaming cock and begging for more ... even as tears of pain streamed down her face. He knew she didn't consciously feel the pain. All she felt was the sensual pleasure of being fucked in the ass.
God she was fucking him good. Hot and tight and hungry!
He could not hold back any longer! Losing control of himself, he grabbed her frantically churning hips and pulled her ripe young buttocks to him with all his strength. He began pumping furiously into her tender anal opening, hardly hearing her cries of ecstasy as he brought her to orgasm a second time. His cock thickened and hardened and then the great pool of white-hot semen erupted from his balls and poured down the thick tube on the underside of his jabbing penis, erupting deep up inside her tightly grasping rectum.
Phoebe felt the hot flood of his come spilling into her. It jetted and squirted deep in her back passage, hot and slick, and she moaned in sexual delirium as she screwed back on his spewing penis, absorbing all of it, tightening her rectal muscles to keep the warmth and slickness of it inside her. Nothing like it had ever happened to her before! She had endured the rape of Ray and the cops. She had found herself perversely, obscenely gratified when she had been forced to fuck and suck the renegade badge-men. She had yielded to Matron Beverly's tongue and even felt a thrill when she had been led to eat the older woman's pussy. But nothing had been as wildly satisfying as this!
Her eyes rolling wildly, her blonde hair flaring, the beautiful young vacationer arched her back in the fury of her orgasm, even as Judge Brogan, spent and suddenly weak, slumped heavily over her, his hands reaching to grasp her lust-swollen breasts and massage the extended buds of her nipples.
"You're one hell of a. fuck...." he said.
"And you're one hell of a motherfucker!" It was not Phoebe's voice.
The harsh voice cut through their exhausted panting. Phoebe barely had time to look up as the slender figure in the dark glasses leaped toward the sofa. Confused, Judge Brogan began to raise his head.
Lips drawn tight across his gleaming teeth, the man caught the judge across the back of the head with a blackjack. Phoebe started to scream but the figure shut her mouth with his oversized hand and pinned her to the sofa.
"Shut your fucking mouth," he said urgently. "I saw everything from the door. That perverted fraud deserved to die, he should be glad he'll only have a headache!"
"Sal!" Phoebe gasped. Despite the dark glasses and the unfamiliar clothes Phoebe recognized her brother-in-law. How on earth had he known where to find her? What in God's name could he want from her now? "How did you...? I mean, who told you ...?"
"Remember I told you I had friends on the force...?" He shoved the judge's limp body aside and motioned Phoebe toward her clothes. "Get dressed and do it fast. The boys are waiting just outside."
While Phoebe dressed, Sal kept a lookout in the doorway. He and Ray and Dino had made their way into the courthouse without being seen by anyone. Apparently the matron who had been paid to wait for the judge to finish his pleasure with Phoebe had taken a break, knowing that the judges little sessions often took several hours.
Now, if they could get away with the luck and facility that had made their entry possible, they would be home free. Sal looked into the hall. All clear. He returned to the judge's chambers and pulled Phoebe after him.
When they got to the outside door of the court house, the other conspirators pulled up in an old bread truck that had been converted into a van. Phoebe and Sal jumped in the back and the truck took off.
Phoebe's head was still spinning. Now she was fugitive! If the authorities had found her story hard to believe before, they would never believe her now. She tried desperately to protest to Sal but he was totally preoccupied. She pleaded with him to take her back, to help her ... Why had they taken her away anyway?
Sal gave no indication of his motives. He just sat down on one of the mattresses that covered the floor of the truck and waited for them to arrive at their destination ... still unknown to Phoebe.
After driving about three-quarters of an hour, the truck stopped. Phoebe couldn't see out the windows in front or in back because the truck decorator had covered them with securely fastened drapes, but she could tell that it was turning dark.
When the truck came to a halt, the two-Dino and Ray-who had been sitting in front joined Sal and Phoebe in the back. Suddenly the tone changed from one of waiting to one much more menacing in nature.
"All right," started Sal, "let's get down to business." Phoebe had no idea what he was talking about. Sal approached her and pulled her chin up with a cruel jerk. "Where is it, Phoebe?"
"What? Where's what?" she replied with total bewilderment.
"Never mind the games, honey, just tell us where you stashed the dough and we'll drop you off so you can go back to your judge friend."-
"Honest, Sal, I don't know what you're talking about." Phoebe could feel the tension growing as the three men exchanged quick glances.
"Look, there's no use denying it. You were the only other one in the house." Sal continued, "When I got out of range of those red-neck cops, the first thing I did was to check the suitcase that the money was in ... Nothing. You hear that girl, there was nothing in it. That means you took it out and stashed it somewhere in the cabin. No other way...."
Phoebe was frightened. Before she had been an extra, a possible hostage....Now she was smack in the middle of it. If the money was gone, she knew she didn't stash it anyplace. That meant either one of these guys or one of the cops did find it and put it away for their own use later once the heat was off. Phoebe knew she was in a tight one.
Dino approached Phoebe menacingly. "Come on. hot little cunt lady," he said viciously, "tell
Dino what you did with all that money that we went through so much trouble to get? You don't want us to have to hurt you, do you Miss Phoebe?"
Phoebe inched back, trying to put whatever space she could between herself and Dino. There wasn't much room in the truck. He came nearer, now drawing a knife from his pocket. "You're so young, and so pretty ... what a shame it would be to have to go through life with so many ugly scars...."
It was quickly becoming clear that Dino was quite mad. Phoebe looked from Sal to Ray and back again. There was no help in their eyes, no sign of pity or restraint. .
"I don't know what happened to your money, honest...." Phoebe was on the edge of tears. She was trapped in a truck undoubtedly parked in some secluded area of Los Angeles and surrounded by three men who were convinced she was as great a thief as they were ... Three men who were desperate and short of time to argue or discuss.
Ray seemed to be the most sensitive to Phoebe's apprehension. He approached her and said, "Listen, Phoebe, it's no big deal. It's just that you have some property that belongs to me and my friends. We've just gotta take it back, you see, it doesn't belong to us and the guys we work with would be real pissed off if we couldn't tell them what happened to it. You understand that don't you?"
"But I don't know anything about it!" Phoebe continued to protest.
"Come on. We have no reason to be harsh with you, unless you force us."
"I can't tell you," cried Phoebe, "I can't tell you 'cause I don't know. The cops were there two minutes after you left. I don't know anything! I mean, they raped me. They gang-banged me ... Isn't that enough? I didn't take...." Phoebe noticed a change in the tone of the three men staring at her. Oh no, she thought to herself. Gang-bang. Why did I mention it...?
The three brutes looked from one to the other with insidious grins on their faces. "Well," began Dino, "if the cops used a little sex therapy to get what they wanted, guess we could use the same...."
"Oh no ... please don't!" Phoebe tried to make a break for the door of the van but she was immediately thrown back and a hand was clamped on her face to squelch her cries.
"Now you gonna settle down? Or do we start by tying you up?"
Phoebe nodded her cooperation in the cruel abuse that had been threatened. It would do little good to be beaten and tied viciously if she were still to meet a hideous doom.
The three men went to work with cool precision. In less than a minute six male hands stripped Phoebe naked. She was pressed down on the mattresses that covered the van floor and her legs were cruelly jerked apart as Dino casually removed his clothes.
He took his time, and it was almost unbearable for Phoebe to watch with fear-glistening eyes as he finally dropped his shorts, and a cock so long and thick that it seemed to dwarf the rest of his body sprang out at an acute angle from his skinny body.
"Oh, no...." she moaned, not knowing exactly what was in store for it, but sure she was going to be defiled again. Had she known what they wanted to learn, she would gladly have told them ... but she didn't know. And that was one thing she was sure they didn't believe. Even as she tried to prepare herself for the ordeal, she begged, "Please, don't...."
With dulled eyes, Phoebe watched Dino slowly approach her. He was stroking the rock hard shaft of his penis, squeezing it until the mushroom-shaped head bulged to unbelievable size. She knew her body would have to accept it-and how many others! She had no strength with which to fight what was to come. She could only submit and hope to survive.
In sorry acceptance of her fate, she slowly spread her legs, opening the tight slit of her fair-haired cunt to the lewd gaze of the men, who were also shedding their clothes. She was sure they would kill her when it was done and they discovered she really couldn't tell them what they wanted to know.
"Do it, fuck me! I can't stop you," she said.
"I'll be damned," said Dino, "I think what you want is more than one cock at a time. He grinned down on her obscenely while stroking his eagerly throbbing spike of flesh. "We'll take care of that, you whore! Roll over!"
Phoebe knew what he had in mind, he was going to sodomize her just as the judge had done! Her rectum was still tender from the earlier invasion. Quickly, she clamped her legs together and drew herself into a tight ball on the floor, but the men were on her instantly, slapping her, grabbing her legs and arms, pulling her over onto her belly and prodding her naked young buttocks up high as the lean gangster crawled between her wide-splayed legs.
Tears of shame streamed down her face as she. looked up into her rapists' faces. She felt Dino mounting her from the rear, the blood-swollen rubbery head of his cock sliding between her wide-splayed ass-cheeks, wetting itself in the secretions which were already involuntarily flowing from her tight little cunt. She moaned and, without volition, undulated her lushly ripened body back toward his hot searching penis. She could not deny her own sensuality, not the lewd way she responded to the mere contact with a penis, even in such degrading a situation.
"Goddd...." Phoebe moaned, unable to control her quivering body as it sought his teasing cock. She wanted the hard fleshy staff in her cunt, but instinctively knew it was going to be rammed up her sore anal opening, but she wanted it! She whispered, "Put it in, IN, put it in me now ...!"
"I knew you were a hot bitch, but not this hot," Dino said, still kneeling behind her lewdly waving buttocks. "Get your little ass-hole loosened up, 'cause I'm gonna fill it up, fuckin' cunt!"
Phoebe braced herself for the impending assault on her rectum. She hardly flinched when she felt the hot, rubbery tip pressing against her sphincter. She only drew a deep breath and let it out suddenly as the velvet-smooth blunt end stretched her anus and popped inside the guardian ring. Then she gasped slowly, and swayed her ass lewdly, feeling his impaling cock inch deeper and deeper into her hot rectal channel. She groaned softly at the pain, but it was not as bad as it had been just hours before when Judge Brogan had taken her this way. She wondered if a girl got used to being sodomized, just like in her pussy. Well, whether it felt good or not, she had to endure this humiliation and hope that somehow, she would be rescued, or could manage to pull herself out of the sickening situation.
She felt the hotly throbbing length of his penis sliding up into her anus, pushing rippling waves of tender, sensitive flesh before it, and she began to moan in mingled pain and pleasure.
"You like this, cunt?" Dino asked mockingly.
"I want you all the way in me," Phoebe said shamelessly. "If you're going to do it, I want to feel it!"
"Damn, you're begging." He laughed. "Well, here it comes! Move your fucking ass!"
Grasping her hips, he lunged toward her. Phoebe couldn't repress a scream of pain as his massive cudgel tore up into her straining back passage like a hot bar of steel. She felt his balls smack against her wide-stretched ass-cheeks and bounce on the wetly throbbing lips of her cunt, hitting her clitoris as it rose in excitement at the defilement of her body.
The impaled girl cried out, "Oh, fuck! Fuck my ass, you son of a bitch! Get in deeper!"
"Motherfucker! You really want cock!" Dino cried out as he felt her tight anal muscles milking at his penis. "Well, we'll fix you up good! Ray-stick your prick up her pussy!"
With a wiry strength Phoebe didn't realize the thin man had, Dino tipped her onto her side, then over on top of him, so he was thrust to the hilt in her painfully stretched anus. With her back pressed against his chest, her legs flailed futilely in the air.
Without hesitation, one of the other men flopped on her voluptuously squirming body, his cock huge and hard. She cried out as his hot throbbing penis forced through the wetly clenching outer lips of her pussy.
Phoebe cried out as the burly Ray continued to ram his iron-hard spear of lust-gorged flesh up into her tight little cunt, driving up into her so hard that his balls made a loud wet smacking sound when they hit her sorely-stretched loins.
She was filled to the hilt-front and back-with rampant cocks, and she almost fainted as the agony swept through her skewered young body. She fought to free herself, but every movement only seemed to help them go deeper and deeper into her stretched passages.
The pain was almost unbearable. She could feel the two hot hard penises rubbing against each other inside her churning body, separated only by the thin membrane between her cuntal and anal passages. She writhed and moaned as tears of shame and pain spilled from her tightly closed eyelids.
For an eternity she endured it, being battered between the two raping males. And then the thought of what she must look like swam into her confused mind. Her young voluptuous body captured and buffetted like a mass of foam rubber between the furiously fucking men! She became aware that the pain gradually was vanishing, and now what she was beginning to feel was pure, sensual pleasure. She wanted this ... now that it was happening and unavoidable! Out of her mind, she began to fuck urgently with them, trying to move her body to the wild tempo they set with their viciously driving cocks. She undulated, hot loins surging with them and she began to mewl and cry out softly, then louder and louder.
"Oh, you bastards! Fuck me! Fuck me harder ... deeper! You feel so fucking good! Grind out that cunt, fuck it! Fuck my ass! Pull on my tits!"
Dino rammed his long throbbing member deep into her straining little rectum and felt her internal muscles grab his spearing flesh. "Hey, Sal, stick your cock in her mouth!"
With glazed eyes, Phoebe saw Sal approach, peeling back the thick foreskin of his long throbbing penis, exposing the glistening velvet-textured glans. She was aware of nothing but the two men who were fucking her so beautifully. Whatever they wanted her to do, she would do!
She parted her lips and eagerly gulped at the offered shaft of male flesh.
She almost gagged as the young man rammed himself deep into her wetly ovaled lips. Her nostrils flared as she fought for breath around the thickness of his eagerly pulsing cock thrusting deep into her throat, the bulbous knob almost choking her as it hit her tonsils. Her tongue wrapped around it and she began to bob her head up and down on his thick penis, sucking hard. She felt strong hands grasping her head and tangling in her hair and pulling her straining mouth right to the base of the long pistoning shaft.
This was the ultimate sensation, she thought wildly as she sucked and fucked furiously with her mouth, pussy and anus ... a woman filled in every orifice by a virilely pulsating cock!
Now, if they could only come all at once!
Urgently she strove to make it happen. With the sinuous movements of a wild snake, she twisted her naked buttocks back against Dino's pumping penis, and flexed her tightly gripping cunt around the second invading male member while her lips tightened in a demanding ring around the third rigidly heated cock in her mouth as she sucked and fucked with all her strength.
She heard them panting and grunting as they strove to service her. Their lust-hardened shafts of flesh were filling her brutally, reaming into her plundered pussy while pumping her clenching anus and devouring mouth. They were close-and so was she!
Writhing and sucking and biting and screwing with all her strength, she brought them to the point where they could no longer prolong their pleasure with her defiled body.
She felt her rectum suddenly become hot and slippery as Dino began to come far up inside her straining rectum, his wildly jerking cock drilling into her softly yielding body. And seconds later, the thick pulsing penis in her mouth erupted with great gushing spurts that made her cheeks balloon as she tried to suck and swallow while the heavily laden instrument rammed deep into her straining throat. Her lips ovaled urgently around its base as her fingers grasped and milked the semen-laden balls tightly. Even as this happened, she felt her palpitating pussy being filled with wave after spurting wave of white hot semen from Ray's enormous prick.
Phoebe gasped and cried out as she gulped for air while still trying to draw even more of the liquid passion from the ejaculating penis buried between her greedily sucking lips.
And then, shrieking out her own orgasm, she began convulsing-her naked young body undulating so powerfully that the men were almost unseated. They all collapsed, spent, together. Trembling, Phoebe felt the three diminishing cocks being withdrawn slowly from her satiated body. She was consumed by a wave of guilt, shame and humiliation.
She could not escape being used, but did she have to enjoy it? She had acted like a street whore!
As the men began to withdraw from the scene of their lewdly ecstatic orgy, the door of the van suddenly flew open and the four naked occupants stared directly into the face of Judge Brogan, surrounded by uniformed policemen. They were surrounded.
"Come out with your hands up!" commanded the judge, taking great pleasure in their defenselessly naked condition. Phoebe was horrified at being discovered publicly in this condition yet overwhelmingly relieved at being rescued. If indeed this was a rescue rather than a capture!
The judge and his attending officers allowed the four to put on their clothes before removing them from the van. When Phoebe finally stepped down, she looked toward the farthest police car and therein saw, incredible as it was for her, her mother sitting fearfully next to Dan Shannon. Phoebe immediately passed out from tension, relief, fear, humiliation and shame.
Hours passed before Phoebe revived and finally got the story straight. Apparently Judge Brogan had known all along that Phoebe was innocent. The district attorney had informed his office of their verification of her story before she was even removed from the holding tank. The judge had simply withheld this information thinking that just such a rescue might be attempted by Sal and his men. Judge Brogan had good reason to suspect that they would come for Phoebe since the three officers that had arrested her had also found the money hidden in the pool shed of the desert cabin.
The discovery was held secret so that each of the three robbers would think that Phoebe had taken it and of course would come after her to retrieve it. They had not yet figured out which one of the three had attempted to double-cross his pals ... but then, it didn't really matter much. They would have lots of time to figure it out among themselves once they were put away.
Phoebe was released and left with Dan and her mother to catch a flight back to New England.