"You bastard!" Lynda hissed at the grinning face of Sam Terry. "You knew what was going to happen! You heard me call for help. You sat down here with your can of beer and let him rape me!"
"Who?" the jailer asked, his eyes wide with pretended ignorance. "You don't mean you went up there and seduced the judge's son?"
"Seduced?" she screamed. "That big oaf could have killed me! I could have been killed while you sat down here enjoying it."
The door to Judge Howell's study, opened and the slender, grey-haired man looked out. His eyes moved questioningly from Lynda to Sam, then back to the brunette. He stared at the blouse that hung open, then looked into her face.
"What's the matter?" he asked. "I heard you two screaming at each other."
"Bad news, sir," the jailer told him. "I hate to have to tell you this, but she has gone up there and seduced your boy."
The judge gasped as though he were hit in the stomach by a fist. He drew his breath in sharply, then shook his head sadly. He blew his breath out through pursed lips. His eyes stared a moment at the floor, then looked back up at them. He motioned to his study, then ordered them to follow him.
"In here," he muttered. "Let's talk about it in here."
Sam laughed at the brunette as they followed the man. His lips curled in sadistic satisfaction at her apparent discomfort. He leaned close to her ear and whispered to her with the smell of beer on his breath.
"You're in trouble now!" he whispered gleefully. "The old man is madder than hell. You fucked his boy. Honey, he'll never let you out of jail now. Damn! We're going to have you around for a nice, long time."
He pushed her through the door, then walked over to sit down. The brunette stood in front of the huge desk as Judge Howell looked up at her. His eyes studied her intently, like he thought he could read everything about her. His brow was creased with a deep frown as he stared. He didn't speak. He just sat there behind that monstrous desk and stared at her. Lynda could hear Sam's heavy breathing from the side of the room. She could hear her own heart beating. She shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other, beginning to weaken beneath the piercing stare.
"Well?" the judge finally grunted. "Don't you have anything to say about it?"
"Does anybody give a damn what I have to say?" Lynda snapped back angrily. "Has anybody given a damn what I had to say from the day I drove into this burg? I had my car stolen. I had my purse stolen. I tried to get a job to earn bus fare back home, then, when I wouldn't put out for the bastard I was carried off to jail as a prostitute. Why the shit should I say anything? It doesn't matter what I say, does it?"
"See what I mean, Judge?" Sam popped up from his chair. "She's a sassy little bitch. Joe Cousins caught her hooking in his restaurant and called Rocky and Gene. Since then she's been blaming everything on us. You'd never imagine the lies she's been trying to tell about us. Hell, I'll bet she used every trick in the book to get the boy's cock out of his pants."
Judge Howell looked over at the jailer, then back at Lynda. His eyes glittered as they narrowed into hard slits of blue. He took a deep breath, then swung his hair to the side as he motioned to Lynda.
"Around here, girl," he muttered. "Come on around here."
She stared a moment, suddenly realizing that the little judge was unzipping his pants. He pulled his hardened cock out and spread his legs apart. When he looked back at her and saw that she hadn't made a movement to comply with his orders, he waved a hand to Sam.
"Get her around here, Sam!" he muttered. "Let's see just how good our little hooker is. Hell, if she's going to go around seducing my boy, then I'd better check her out myself."
His mouth tightened into a crisp grin as the jailer stepped up behind Lynda and twisted her arm behind her back. She was caught before she realized what was happening. She was still frozen in shock as Sam pushed her around the desk to stand in front of the judge. She looked down at his anxious cock, trembling and shaking as it emerged from his pants. Howell looked up at her, then unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants open to allow his cock more freedom.
"Get down there!" Sam muttered. "His Honor wants a suck! Get down there and take care of him!"
He pushed her into her knees in front of the judge's chair, twisting her arm brutally as he planted his other hand at the back of her head and shoved her face toward the lunging pecker. Judge Howell reached for her free hand and pulled it into his balls as he humped his cock against her lips. The brunette shuddered as she took the prick into her mouth, shuddered as he began thrusting angrily at her.
"We don't like your kind in our nice little town," he told her. "We sure know what to do with girls like you, though, when you do show up. No reason to let you sit in jail without being allowed to practice your trade, right, Sam?"
"That's right, Your Honor!" the jailer snorted in laughter. "She's a good one, too! She's about the best we ever picked up around here."
The judge caught her head in both hands and held her face over his throbbing meat. He hunched and pumped at her mouth, thrusting his cock deeply into her and threatening to ram it into her throat. Lynda realized how helpless she would have been if the half-wit upstairs had tried this. That mammoth cock of his would have choked her. Her body shook as she thought of the possibility of the two men calling the boy down to share in this.
She shuddered and gagged on the driving cock that kept punching through her mouth. Judge Howell pressed her hand tightly into his nuts and rubbed her fingers against the balls as they shuddered beneath her touch.
"Come on, girl!" he hissed above her head. "Get with it! Let's have a little more action."
"Better do what he says," Sam warned her. "You satisfy him and maybe he'll let you go back to jail. You make him mad and maybe he'll call the boy down here for another try."
He had said the magic word. Lynda shuddered again, remembering the brute strength of the boy in the upstairs bedroom. She forced herself to begin tonguing the judge's cock. She lapped at the hot head, then began to suck deeply on him. She managed to begin moving her fingers over his balls, taunting and teasing while he twisted and bounced in rising delight.
"Better!" the judge gasped. "Ohhhh, that's better! Ohhh, yes! Suck me, sweetheart. Suck my old cock for me!"
The brunette felt one hand come down along her shoulders. He reached down, inside her bra, and grabbed one of her tits. He kept the other hand tightly at the back of her head while he groped and fondled delightedly at the heaving tit.
"Damn, she's got a hell of a pair!" he muttered to the jailer. "That's the best hunk of tit I've had my hand on in a long, long time."
"She's a nice little piece, Your Honor," Sam answered. "Didn't I tell you she could drive you crazy. Shit! I'm horny as hell just watching the way she's sucking on you."
"Join in," the judge told him. "Hell, as long as she's sucking at my cock, as long as I have all the tit I can get my hands on, then why don't you play with her pussy a little bit. That might even get her more excited."
The jailer quickly dropped down behind the girl and ran his hand beneath her skirt. His fingers fumbled with her panties, then had them down enough to plant his fingertip at the lips of her pussy. Lynda jumped at his touch, shuddering as he rubbed sensuously at her clit. She tightened her lips about the judge's cock and sucked and blew in rapid alternation. The grey-haired man writhed in his chair, his hand switching to her other tit, while his cock lunged eagerly at her mouth in wild delirium.
"Ohhhh, Baby!" he groaned. "Ohhh, what a great little cock-sucker! What a sweet little mouth! Ohhh, suck me, girl! Suck the hell out of me!"
He had her tits glowing from his play. Her nipples were hard and tingling, sending sparks of electric delight through her body. Lynda realized that Sam had begun playing with her other tit, his hand cupping and fondling while he kept up his delicious torment of her clit. She had both hands free and was able to catch the judge's balls with all her fingers. She pulled teasingly at his sac as she sucked his throbbing, pulsing cock with all the force she could muster.
"Aaaaaaiiii!" the slight, grey-haired man gasped. "Aaaaaiii! You're the best, little girl! Ohhhhh, damn! You're the best I ever had!"
"Mmmmm!" the brunette began to moan as Sam's finger slipped past her clit and ran sensuously along her tunnel. "Mmmmm!"
She tightened her thighs against his hand and twisted to increase the exquisite feel of his finger-fuck. Her tongue ran over the head of the judge's cock, preparing the surging meat for her final sucking. She kissed and licked his cock until she could feel him trembling violently, with the throbbing approach of his orgasm. Then she shoved her mouth over his cock as far as possible and sucked with greater power than ever. She tugged at his balls lustfully, bringing the little man up from his chair. He half-stood in front of her, shaking wildly as he rammed his enraged cock over and over at her mouth.
"Ohhhh!" he snorted. "Uhhhh! It's coming, Baby! Ohhhh, it's coming! It's coming like crazy!"
His cock quivered for a moment, then began to spurt his cream at her throat. The girl pulled her mouth back enough to catch his semen on her tongue. She swallowed one mouthful, then sucked his still bleeding cock of another big wad of cum. She felt his body sag back into the chair as he unloaded his ecstatic prick. His tool began to soften in her mouth, then finally went limp as she kept sucking it. The judge leaned back in his chair, his hand dropping from her head. He sighed heavily and contentedly. A smile was plastered across his face.
"Ohhhh, that was wonderful!" he assured her. "That was the best!"
If he had gotten rid of his horniness for the moment, the jailer who was gasping and panting as he rammed his finger into her cunt was just getting warmed up. Sam Terry took advantage of the judge's releasing her to envelop her more completely in his arms. He pulled her down onto the floor and came up over her, tugging his cock out of his pants and pulling her panties off.
"Let me fuck her, Judge!" he rasped. "Let me ream her out with my old cock."
"Go ahead," Judge Howell sighed. "I can't do anything more. She's sucked everything I had. Fuck her for me, Sam. Ball the shit out of her."
Before the judge finished giving his approval, the jailer was on top of the girl. His cock plunged viciously at her pussy, driving immediately into Lynda's cunt. He pumped furiously as he grabbed at her tits with lust-maddened hands. The brunette moaned from the way he slammed himself into her. Lynda gasped at the brutal way he pulled and twisted on her tits. She felt his cock getting hotter and hotter as he thrust and plunged excitedly through her numbed pussy.
"This is how we treat hookers!" he gasped. "This is what happens to girls who do it with the judge's son!"
The frustrations that had built up while he listened to the sounds from the bedroom upstairs came boiling out. Sam held her tightly and slammed his cock harder and harder at her pussy. He rolled her on the floor, fucking her with rapidly growing fury. His breath came in short gasps. His cock shook with enraged passion. He caught her lips beneath his mouth and lapped at the judge's cum remaining in her mouth. He sucked her breath angrily as he pumped his furious cock at her.
"Ahhhh!" he finally began screaming. "Ahhhh! Show you! I'll show you! Ohhhh, I'll show you a fuck! Ahhhh!"
His cock boiled over, pumping his hot cum into her. He trembled madly, unable to hold back his wild ejaculation. He unloaded his wad long before he had wanted to. His anger and the softness of her body had betrayed him. He groaned and writhed on her, sending his massive wad of semen through her.
Finally he slowed his violent attack. He pumped more slowly, more hesitantly. As his cock began to soften, be pulled out and rolled over onto the floor beside her. She turned her head and watched him slowly get to his feet. He looked at the judge to see if the old man had approved. Lynda looked back at Judge Howell and saw the dim, tight smile on his face.
"Sam," the judge finally sighed. "I think I need to keep this little girl around here. You think we could manage that?"
"You mean here?" the jailer asked. "You mean here in the house?"
"Yes," the older man answered. "She might be good for my son. Hell, I know she'd be good for me."
He looked down at Lynda. His eyes softened as he looked over her still heaving tits, as he saw the soft loveliness of her thighs.
"How about it, honey?" he asked. "Wouldn't you like to stay here with us? Damn! We need a woman around here."
"No!" she gasped before she realized it. "No! Never! Ohhhh, no!"
His expression changed. The smile left. He looked hard and stern again. The judge straightened up in his chair and pushed his cock back into his pants. He buckled his pants and zipped his fly. He sat erectly and looked angrily down at her.
"It doesn't matter what she says," Sam told him. "Shit, you're the judge. You find her guilty and tell the sheriff you want her assigned to your house here. Hell, she'll have to do it whether she likes it or not."
A smile crept across the old man's face. He nodded his approval. He looked down at the girl who had pulled her dress down and was trying to get her blouse over her luscious tits. He eyed her, then smiled at Sam again.
"Maybe," he muttered. "Maybe we can arrange just that. I'd have given her a suspended sentence if she'd been willing to come to work for me. You're right. I can give her three years for prostitution and have her anyway. Hell, that's even better. If she tries to leave, the boys will pick her up before she gets halfway out of town."
He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. Sam straightened his pants and pulled the girl to her feet. He led her back to stand in front of the desk. They waited while the judge seemed to be lost in thought. Finally he smiled again and opened his eyes. He looked sternly at Lynda, then over at Sam Terry.
"Let's have court tomorrow morning," he suggested. "Then we can do it all nice and legal. Tell the sheriff to have her ready to appear at nine tomorrow. I'd like to fuck her tonight, but maybe it'll be better this way."
He dismissed them, turning to the stack of papers in front of him. Sam pulled the girl out the door and pointed down a hallway.
"Get back to work," he snorted. "Fun time is over. You still have some work to finish before we go back to the jail. You'd better learn to enjoy it. Looks like you'll be staying up here for the next few years."