Chapter 8

When Ann Mason came to see Judy Borgen, she was tearful and her face was puffy, as if she had been crying. Judy knew Ann had been behaving because she'd had a good report from Ann's employer, but she wondered what would make Ann behave so.

"It's Bert," she said, referring to Bert Karnstein, one of her other parolees, who had moved in with Ann less than a week earlier.

"What about Bert?" Judy asked, remembering the short man had only reported to her the previous Monday after his Saturday tryout with Ann. It was now Wednesday.

"He's doing something wrong, I know it," Ann insisted, her hands folded in the lap of her green dress.

"I've spoken to Bert's employer," Judy replied. "He has no complaints."

"You don't understand," Ann told her. "He comes to the apartment, does his thing with me, and then insists that I cover for him if anyone should ask about him. He leaves and doesn't come back until after midnight. He started it Sunday, the day after he moved in. So last night, I followed him."

"Where did he go?" Judy asked. "is it another woman?"

"Oh no!" Ann sobbed. "If he went with another woman I'd have known that without following him. He's as virile as ever every evening. But he went to a warehouse, and I managed to get a look inside. I saw him hanging around with a whole bunch of men who would be considered unsavory. I don't want Bert to go back to prison, but if I tell him I know where he's been going, and that I think he's planning something illegal, he'll either move out on me, or he might tell the men he's with, and they'd possibly hurt me."

"Well then, it seems Bert is going to have to go back and finish his prison sentence. He ought to know he isn't above the law."

"Oh no... no..." Ann gasped. "I only told you so you might find a way to stop him from doing whatever it is he's planning. I don't want him to go back inside. If you do put him away, he'll know I'm the one who told you, and when he gets out again, he won't come back to me."

"Ann, he's violating his parole. I'm obligated to do this," Judy explained to the frustrated white-haired woman.

"Talk to him," Ann pleaded. "Let him know you're aware he's doing something wrong, and if he continues he'll be put away again."

"I really shouldn't," Judy told her.

"Please!" Ann begged. "You finally gave me a reason to stay straight. I know he's not much, but he's all I have. Now that you've given him to me don't take him away."

Judy looked at the white-haired woman and realized she didn't want to be the cause of any additional white hairs.

"All right," she nodded. "I'll talk to him tonight. I'll let him know that what he's doing is wrong."

"Thank you," Ann sobbed. "Oh thank you, Miss Borgen."

It was late afternoon when Ann left Judy's office, and the curly brown-haired woman had no more appointments for the rest of the day.

She met Al outside, and the two of them had supper at a restaurant, and she told Al what she was going to do. Al disagreed, but when she remained adamant, he let her have her way.

After supper, she left Al and went to the apartment house where Bert Karnstein now lived with Ann Mason. She was about to go in when she saw Bert down the street, walking away, and she decided to follow him.

Bert was walking at an easy pace, unaware he was being followed, though his yellow muffler and blue jacket stood out plainly in the darkening evening. He walked for almost a half hour with Judy following until he came to the waterfront area of San Francisco.

Judy often wondered why anyone wanted to do anything crooked in this particular city. It was the one city in the U.S. that was easier to bottle up than any other. There were only two roads leading out, one large airport, and one seaport. Anyone trying to get away with the police hot on their trail hadn't a prayer of escaping.

The dock area looked deserted at this time of night. A car quietly passed Judy and Bert, made a right at the corner, and disappeared, and Bert continued his sauntering walk, totally unaware of the car's existence.

They had crossed the last street now, and were actually walking on the dockside, Judy some fifty feet behind Bert, who hadn't once looked back, he was so cocksure of himself. He was headed for a large warehouse, and Judy stopped in the shadow of a nearby building, watching as Bert opened a small wooden door in the side of the warehouse, went inside, and shut the door behind him.

She hurried over to the warehouse and began walking around. She found a window with a broken pane of glass. Peering inside, she saw Bert with a half-dozen unsavory individuals, and she heard Bert saying something about a bank as they all stood around a table poring over a diagram.

"Whatchoo lookin' at, Honky lady?" a voice asked, and Judy turned to face a mean, ugly black man.

Like a razor-sharp cutlass the Black man's icy words had cut into Judy's concentration. She hadn't even been aware of his approach, but from the look on his face it was obvious he had intended joining the group of men inside. She backed cautiously away from the man, but in so doing moved toward the little door through which Bert Karnstein had disappeared some minutes before.

Suddenly the door opened and a multitude of faces were peering at her. Before she was able to move, the Black man was shoving her through the door, into the warehouse. It was heated with infra-red heaters hanging from the rafters.

Her heart trip-hammering in her breast, Judy turned to Bert, and said, "You won't get away with this, Bert. Give it up and leave right now, and I won't say anything to anyone."

"All my life I've been trying to score big," Bert Karnstein snarled. "This is my big chance, and I'm not gonna let you or anyone else louse it up. One big hit, and I'll have enough money to take off for Argentina and live the rest of my life like a king. You and that shitty Ann can both go to hell as far as I'm concerned."

"I'm going to have to report you," she insisted.

She tried moving toward the door to get out, but one of the men blocked her way, saying, "No you don't, lady. You aren't going anywhere. I vote that we cut your pretty throat and toss you into the bay. By the time they find you, we'll have finished our business and be long gone."

"No!" Bert shouted. "If she's killed and I'm found missing, they'll know I had something to do with it. I don't want a murder rap hanging over my head, even if they can't get to me. Who knows? They might change the extradition laws, and then I'll be up the creek. No killing."

"So then we have to hold onto her," one of the other men said.

"Yeah," Bert nodded, and he began salivating. "What's more, since she broke in and interrupted us, I figure I can make nice use of her. We can't break into that bank for another two hours, yet. My parole officer and I are gonna put on a nice show for you guys. I'll bet all of you'll love it."

Judy tried struggling, but hands held her tightly. Bert walked up to her and his hand caressed her face.

"Don't!" she gasped.

"But I will," he insisted. "Boys, get her coat off."

Two men pulled her coat off, yanking her purse from her shoulder at the same time. Bert reached out and grabbed at her shoulder. Judy tried pulling away as his finger, with a long, jagged nail, snared the thin fabric of her blue blouse. He pulled, ripping it down the middle as if it was tissue paper. The garment fell away in two tattered halves, exposing the white firmness of her twin breasts resting in the half-cups of her brassiere.

"Well will you guys look at that!" Bert gasped.

"How about alla us gettin' in on the action," someone yelled.

"Sure," Bert nodded. "But you guys wait for me to go first, huh. After all, she's my parole officer. I deserve first dibs, since she probably came down here because of me."

"No!" Judy shouted. "You can't do this! It's rape!"

"Yeah!" Bert nodded, and the arms of two of the men suddenly snaked around her, and in a quick, deft move, suddenly undid the snaps of her brassiere. One of them yanked the undergarment away, tearing the shoulder straps in the process, throwing it across the warehouse floor in his frenzied excitement.

Bert's eyes widened as he stared at the brown-haired woman's full, ripe breasts, two bulging, pink-tipped mounds, so perfectly formed, just waiting for his lips. This time it wouldn't be that dumpy looking Ann. This time it was going to be this luscious pussy, and she belonged to him, to Albert Karnstein.

"Get over here," Bert ordered, his voice growling, and this time Judy knew she had no choice other than to obey. Anything else would merely invite more manhandling by the other men, first, before the inevitable happened. Bert was eagerly staring at her, tearing off his clothing. Stark naked, he revealed that his penis was at its full, stiffened length.

"Whatever happens tonight," he told her, "I'm gonna end up with the memory of having fucked you, Miss Borgen. No matter where I go, it'll be a pleasant memory to take with me."

Judy tried backing away from him, but the other men were in her way and there was no chance of her escaping. She looked from side to side but suddenly found herself in the frenzied, sex- hungry clutches of the short, dark man with the Hitler mustache. He clung to her tightly, dragging her into the middle of the warehouse where the men formed a circle around them. Two of the men found an old alfalfa-stuffed mattress and dragged it into the middle of the place as Bert locked his lips hungrily on hers while his rough tongue began darting between her teeth, heatedly exploring the wet recesses of her quivering mouth.

His rough tongue darted between her even white teeth, exploring the inner recesses of her mouth. When he took his head from hers for a moment, he said to her, "I hope you enjoy my rangy breath, Miss Borgen. "I just finished eating Ann's pussy before coming here, and I'm sure the flavor is being passed on to you."

Judy struggled, doing her best to pull away, trying hard to break his grip, but Bert clung tightly to her with his sweaty hands clamping them, like vises onto her forearms, pinching the muscles so painfully she felt the circulation starting to slow in her hands and wrists. He was kissing her chin and neck now, then his mouth slowly moved down the white expanse of her lovely chest.

The horrified woman felt her blood running cold in her veins as Bert Karnstein's voraciously sucking mouth neared the fleshy swell of her lovely, agitated breasts. Another instant passed, and they were heatedly clamped around the pinkish-brown halos surrounding her nipples. His hungrily slick tongue glistened as it swirled noisily across the hardening tips of her two quivering mammaries. His sharp teeth were biting, not at all playfully, on her swollen nipples, enjoying the rubbery sensation.

God! She felt as if she were being treated like some depraved prostitute. All she had done was try and bring a little sunshine into the life of two of her parolees, and for this she had to pay because she had misjudged this man. He was pure evil itself. He deserved to be put away once and for all. If there was ever a way to put him back in prison, she would go out of her way to put on his record that no way should he ever be considered for a parole. Judy was only slightly aware of being maneuvered toward the alfalfa mattress.

She was still on her feet, but the room seemed to be spinning, a whirling, dizzying kaleidoscope of horrible faces and colors heightened by the red color coming from the overhead heaters. Her feet were suddenly backed against the mattress, and with a hard shove from Albert Karnstein, she suddenly found herself being shoved, falling back across the mattress, the skirt she was wearing bunching up around her slender waist. Losing her balance, she found herself flat on her back, and the skinny little man with the almost-kinky black hair and the short, black mustache seemed to tower over her for the moment, looking more like a giant than the shrimp he was. True, his chest was muscular in spite of his skinniness, but that was because of the rough treatment he had undergone in prison, being used like a woman by all the studs.

"Please don't... please..." Judy whimpered, her voice futilely pleading. She, herself, knew that all the begging in the world would go unheeded by this horrible monster she had tried to reform. Nothing was going to stop him, now.

Bert leaned forward and lay on top of her, nibbling at the fullness of her breasts. Then he began licking a path down her belly, smiling, intent on letting her feel a little of his oral expertise. All the pussy eating he had done with Ann had, he felt, turned him into an expert cuntlapper.

He licked all the way down her right leg to her dimpled knee, then reversed direction and began working his way up, up, up... stopping just short of the flimsy panties at the intersection of her firm, fearfully trembling thighs. He was tasting nylon, and he hated that, and realized she was wearing pantyhose. With some quick pulls, he yanked the pantyhose from her and began licking her bare white flesh. Judy tried fighting the feeling starting to mount in her, for in spite of the horror taking place, arousal was starting to course its way through her. Still, she didn't want to give this rotten animal the satisfaction of seeing her respond to his lustful advances.

In spite of her intentions, the lovely woman found herself rapidly losing control of herself. She started moaning as the man's hot lips began nibbling steadfastly in one spot, mere inches away from the sparsely haired furrow of her vagina, protected only by a thin strip of blue panty crotch. His wicked hands slid easily over her tautly smooth belly now as he loosened her skirt and pulled it down over her hips, She didn't struggle any longer. All that stood between her cunt and his mouth right now were her panties.

His hands slid across her body and fastened on her jutting breasts, squeezing with his open palms and pinching her tender flesh in ridges between his fingers.

Judy's mind was reeling. She had been prepared for the worst--for agonizing pain from a man as evil as this one, for abject humiliation and sordid degradation, but she had not expected this. Ann had apparently taught him something of the art of seduction, and he was using this knowledge on her, now.

The female parole officer's legs were parting of their own volition, opening up and revealing the richness of her wetly pink slit which, even though covered by her blue panties, was easily visible to Bert's hungry stare since her panties were made of such transparent nylon.

Her rich, pink cunt looked like a long sought after treasure to him, and he inhaled the richness of her interior fragrance, enjoying it.

"You even smell better than Anne," he told her.

"Go on Bert," one of the other men laughingly yelled, "She's split her thighs for you. Go on and eat! That's what she's begging you to do. Eat, man!"

"Take those panties off!", Bert ordered, and Judy knew she had no alternative but to do as he ordered.

Her hands slid down the sides of her body, and she tugged her panties down, pulling them off. She was surprised at the gentleness of Bert Karnstein's hands brushing apart the softly curling hairs of her tender vagina, using his thumbs to spread the heatedly wet layers of inner flesh. He leaned forward at the same time and without warning suddenly clamped his hungry mouth over the pink, pearl-shaped bud of her clitoris.

"AAAIIIYYYAAAGGHHH"

Judy's entire body suddenly arched off the mattress, inwardly shattered with a searing blast of animal desire she was unable to control It wasn't that Bert Karnstein was such a great lover as he supposed. Her body had been awakened to the true need for sex by Al Bombannente, and the two of them hadn't gotten it on together since the previous Sunday morning. Here it was Wednesday night. Her body was more than starved for sex, it was in dire need of it.

Again Bert began the tormented nibbling of her tender clitoris, while at the same time his hands were anxiously massaging the flat of her tender white belly.

"OHHHH... HHHHUUUUNNNHBHH... PLEASE... PLEASE... PLEASE... MORE, MORE, MORE..." she begged.

But her cry was more than one of anguished helplessness. It was a plea that thrilled Bert Karnstein, making him think his was the greatest cuntlapping mouth in existence. His quivering tongue began snaking into the depths of her heatedly wet, womanly tunnel, worming between the soft, almost-soluble inner walls, slurping out the juices she was emitting, then licking along the wet furrow outside until he was lapping at her clitoris. One of his hands was shoved underneath her, rubbing the two rounded cheeks of her bouncing butt; one of his fingers pressing against the puckered ring of her anus. The other hand was climbing back up to the damp slit of her widely stretched vagina, and on reaching it, he slid his outstretched middle finger easily into the warm shelter of her violently trembling vagina, pushing back the tight, fleshy walls that closed so heatedly around it.