Chapter 6
Judge Austin W. Black rubbed his hands gleefully as he heard Edith Garvin's despairing supplications to be spared further fustigation with the leather sole. "Now you're being really intelligent, Edith dear," he chuckled as he proceeded to unlock the wooden pillory and take the petite half naked young woman in his arms while she sobbingly collapsed against him, overwrought not only by shame but by the implacable burning in her swollen naked bottom from the spankings she had endured. "Let me slip off this blindfold because I want you to see what's going to happen to you, Edie baby. So those virginal lips of yours finally pronounced the word 'fuck.' You've made a great step forward in five years, but now I'm going to show you what the word really means. Let's see now, where shall we have your nuptial bed, hm?"
There was a low wide couch over to his left against the wall and the Judge said to Martha Cronkite, "Martha baby, help Edie slip off the rest of her clothes. I want her stark naked. And as fast as possible, or else!"
"Yes, M-Master," the goldenhaired teenager quavered. Soothingly now, for now she could feel compassion for this mature captive whom she had helped to subjugate, the charming adolescent undid the safetypins which held Edith Garvin's skirt and slip pinned up about her waist, and drew the garments over the brown-haired Jewess's head. Passively, Edith allowed this, overcome by a fit of tears in her supreme humiliation. She still wore spectacles, and they gave her provocative near-nudity a most exciting flavor in the Judge's eyes. Martha now removed the brassiere, and then knelt down and slipped off the rolled down stockings and Edith Garvin stood divinely naked except for her spectacles.
The corrupt old lecher caught his breath with undisguised admiration at the sight of those cantaloupe-like titties with their broad orangeish aureola on the crinkly, ripe coral buds palpitating in their centers. There were closely spaced, firm and jutting, and despite Edith Garvin's thirty years of age, they were proudly erect and resilient as if they could exhibit themselves without the support of a bra.
"Marvelous, really marvelous, Edie," he breathed. "Martha honey, suppose you undo that ungainly bun of Edie's hair and let it down. It'll make her much more feminine."
The teenaged girl quickly obeyed, and Edith Garvin vaguely tried to put a hand back to prevent this, but even that sudden movement made a new wave of hot torment seethe through her bottom and she at once rushed both hands back to those succulent hemispheres and began to rub them energetically, heedless of the nakedness and vulnerability of her loins before this man whom she had every reason in the world to fear and loathe.
He had let his bathrobe slip to the floor now, and was naked in his sandals. His prick was enormously stiff, the lips puckering with pent-up rut, and it was all he could do to contain himself.
"What a shame," he said with mock solicitude, "your big bottom hurts you a little, doesn't it, Edie? Never mind, you'll find it will make a new woman of you once you feel yourself getting fucked. That's true, isn't it, Martha? When a girl's ass has been thoroughly thrashed, she's so hot and squirmy that she wriggles when she feels a man's cock inside her cunt. Martha, tell Edie that's right now. Prom your own experience, ha ha!"
The teenaged slave-for such she unquestionably was-could not help shivering, and a violent blush suffused her pale cheeks as she timidly murmured to the still sobbing Edith Garvin, "Oh yes, what the master says is true. Whenever he- he-whips me, I always feel much more p-p- passionate."
"Charmingly put, Martha. Don't you think so, Edie? Go ahead, Martha, help her to the couch and put a cushion under her big bottom. It'll ease the pain, and then I'll take over and make her forget it entirely!" he chuckled, in rare good humor, now that his diabolical plan for having abducted the beautiful Jewess half across the country had come to complete fruition.
Martha, in the clinging short diaphanous tunic, helped the still sobbing naked captive over the couch, bent and pulled one of the cushions out to the middle and patted it. "There you are," she said with a wan little smile, doing her best to have this mature young woman feel no rancor towards her. She longed to tell Edith Garvin that she really hadn't wanted to give her that shameful spanking, but she had had to because otherwise she herself would have been terribly in danger. She would have been liable to the same danger if she had dared express herself, and so she wisely kept silent.
Very reluctantly, wincing, and groaning, Edith slowly seated herself on the cushion, and then closed her eyes as a violent shudder passed through her naked body. All of a sudden, her chaste shyness came back to her, and she put an arm around her heaving titties and pressed her other hand over the furry thicket of her virgin cunthole. Then she bowed her head and burst into hysterical sobs.
"Now don't start that again, Edie dear," the Judge said thickly as he approached the couch, his prick bobbing with every step. "Just in case you decided to go back on your bargain, I've brought along the good leather sole, and Martha here will hold you down while I really give it to your tender ass if you don't get ready now for your fucking. Yes," his voice grew hoarse with gloating delight, "for five years I've wanted to see you like this, Edith Garvin, naked and on the couch with your legs spread and your cunt ready to be fucked, do you understand me, my girl, fucked! And now the moment is here and I'm ready for it, by God! Will you stop that crying?" Tightening his lips, he lifted up the leather sole and delivered a cruel blow across the top front of her left thigh. Edith Garvin screamed and grabbed for the wounded spot, lifting her head and staring at him with agonized eyes behind her thick spectacles. "Now will you be a good girl and get ready for your fucking, or do you want some more?"
"Oh no, oh my God, no, please no!!" Edith Garvin groaned. "Oh p-p-please tell me what to do--I can't stand pain anymore, oh I just can't!"
"Now that's being sensible, my dear. I'll tell you what to do. Lie back now... that's it! Now lift up your legs in the air, that's right. Martha, kneel behind Edie and help her as I tell you to. Good. Now then, Edie, grab hold of the backs of your knees and pull them back against your bubbies. That's the girl! Martha, reach out and hold onto her calves so she doesn't lose that delightfully inviting pose of hers!"
And it was true: never had the beautiful mature olive-skinned Jewess been more sexually provocative than at this moment when, stark naked, her buttocks upturned, her knees drawn back against her heaving naked breasts, she exposed to the eyes of her ravisher the furry nest of her virgin cunt, whose plump pink lips could now be seen in the exaggerated and lascivious straddle of her beautifully rounded bare legs. But the tableau was even more exciting because the goldenhaired teenager, kneeling behind Edith's head, was leaning forward to grasp the young woman's calves tightly and on her own exquisitely lovely face there was the shadow of the unspeakable fear of this white-haired man whose power reached even beyond the state.
"Now then, Edie, I'm going to make a woman of you. I'm going to put my prick into that sweet little slit of yours, and I warn you, it may hurt at first till I break that stubborn cherry of yours. That's why Martha's going to hold you in position so you won't wriggle too much and make me slip out of you till the job's done. And you'd better not try, my girl, or back you'll go in that pillory and this time I'll use the leather sole on those big titties of yours and on the insides of your bare legs where it'll hurt the most, believe me! Or I might even give you a switch instead of a cock right up this dear little cherry spot of yours. You mean to tell me that Ben has never seen this sweet little cunny?" Playfully, he poked her pussy with his pudgy forefinger, and Edith burst into heartrending sobs as she moaned, "Oh my God, Judge, I can't stand this, do it and finish it for the love of heaven! What more do you want of me? I can't stand anymore torture, do it to me but at least end it and be merciful!"
"Who would have thought that chaste Miss Edith Garvin, glasses and all, would be lying stark naked with her knees pulled up against her titties and her cunt spread open and her dainty little brownhole too, begging to be fucked by the man whose face she had slapped just because he goosed her five years ago?" the Judge rhetorically demanded as he licked his lips, couching now and posing his palms on the wide couch on either side of the shuddering naked Jewess's body, he edged himself forward until the stiff head of his prong made contact with the furry fronds just over the exquisite pink cleft. "Pull those knees of hers back just a bit more, Martha," he instructed and stared cruelly at the shivering goldenhaired teenager as she obeyed. Edith Garvin uttered a sobbing groan as she felt her titties mashed by her own knees, and at the same time felt the salacious upturning of her loins and buttocks to the rampant phallus of her former employer.
Then she uttered a horrified gasp, her eyes bulging behind the thick spectacles. His prickhead had just inserted between the outer lips of her cunt, and as he pushed forward, she squirmed uneasily, till at last her body stiffened and her face congealed. His spearpoint was up against the tough hymeneal seal of the maidenhead which still denied his access to her hitherto unprofaned vagina.
"It's going to take a little work to plow through this defense of yours, Edie baby," he gloatingly informed the weeping young woman. "Martha, wriggle yourself over Edie's face until your pussy is right over her mouth. Now then. Edie, to take your mind off what's happening, you're going to suck and kiss and tongue Martha's sweet little pussy."
"Oh no! In mercy's name, don't make me do a thing like that! Oh please don't! I-I'm ready- I'm ready for my-I'm ready-but oh my God, don't made me do that to this innocent young girl!" Edith Garvin weepingly protested.
"Innocent!" the Judge sneered. "This little bitch could earn her keep in a whorehouse, after all she's learned under my expert tutelage. Isn't that so, Martha?" His narrowed eyes told the golden-haired teenager that complete acceptance of his will was her only safe course, and she quickly understood as she almost babbled, "Oh yes, that's true, I do my best to please my master! The best thing for a girl to do is to make Judge Black happy with her, Miss Garvin!"
"There, you see, Edie dear?" he purred sadistically. "Now then," his voice grew harsh and inflexible, "start gamahuching Martha's cunt if you know what's good for you, Edie baby!"
Out of a sudden anguished compassion, indiscreet and dangerous, but certainly pardonable, the young goldenhaired slave-girl hastily whispered to the victim over whose tearstained face she crouched, "You have to do it, Miss Garvin, please! I-I want you to! He-he'll really whip you awfully bad unless you do everything he wants. I know!"
Judge Black pretended not to hear this advice, but he made a mental note to "reward" Martha Cronkite for it a little later on. "Get ready, Edie," he now commanded, "I'm going to break through this cherry of yours if it takes all night!"
Martha Cronkite at once tightened her hold on Edith Garvin's olive-sheened plump calves, lowering herself till her own darkblonde pussycurls rubbed against Edith Garvin's shrinking mouth. Then, with a grunt, Judge Austin W. Black thrust himself violently against the resistant barrier to his rutting bliss, and Edith Garvin uttered a strangled scream which was muffled as Martha desperately ground her cunt against the young woman's mouth while at the same time pulling Edith's calves towards her so as to keep the victim proffered for the sacrificial spear that would rip and rob her of her cherished virginity.
Setting his teeth, he drew back a little, and then lunged forward with all his strength. There was a piercing shriek and Edith Garvin's body jerked and twisted on the pillow, as her face moved from side to side, her mouth rubbing against Martha Cronkite's cunt. It was a wordless inhuman cry, which expressed an eon of torment and despair and hopeless realization of the supreme disaster that could befall a chaste virgin. For the savage brunt of his thrust had broken through the hymen, and Judge Austin W. Black was lodged to his balls inside Edith Garvin's tight and quaking cunthole!