Chapter 2

I groaned in dismay. But I reached around and struggled with the zipper behind my neck. I was afraid I wasn't going to be able to do it. My fingers kept slipping off of the zipper tab. But I finally got it started and pulled it down as far as I could. I dropped my arm and reached up behind my back to pull the zipper the rest of the way down. I reached back up behind my neck and struggled with the catch at the top. My hands were shaking so hard I almost had to ask for help.

It finally came free and I dropped my arms to my side. I was just about to slide the top of the dress down when the judge said, "Looking at your record I'm assuming that you must be a huge slut. Do you have any diseases?"

I whispered, "I'm a virgin. I've never ... I haven't done anything."

I was too embarrassed to look him in the eye. But he was right in front of me. I could see his face and the skeptical look that came over it. I heard the bailiff snort in disbelief. I started to say something, to defend my honor, as it were. But that would have been pretty silly. They were going to find out shortly that I was telling the truth.

For just a second I hoped that, once they realized that I was telling the truth about being a virgin the judge might have a change of heart. But even if he did, that would leave Laura in jeopardy. I had to accept the idea that I was going to lose my virginity today. I was going to be raped by a judge!

How appropriate is that?! After all the screwing around and breaking rules I have done over the years I was about to be raped by justice!

I finally let my new dress slide down my arms. I pushed it down over my hips and carefully stepped out of it. I held it in my hand and looked around for someplace to put it. The judge took it from my hands and tossed it onto a nearby straight chair.

I was wearing a half slip, bra, panties and pantyhose. He looked at all the clothing that remained on my body and shook his head. He sighed and said, "Get rid of the slip and the hose. I want to see what you look like in your bra and panties."

I hooked my thumbs under the elastic waistband of my half slip and eased it down slowly. I wasn't wearing the underwear I normally wear. Instead of my sexy lingerie I was wearing a full bra and a pair of white granny panties, plain white nylon briefs.

I couldn't help seeing the judge's face as I undressed. He was no longer scowling at me. He was leering now, enjoying my little impromptu strip show.

I saw his expression as I pulled my slip down. He didn't seem to mind my modest underwear at all. Undressing in front of him like this was incredibly embarrassing. But I think I would have been less embarrassed if I was wearing one of my bikini panties or even a thong.

I had almost forgotten about the bailiff standing behind me. He startled me when he laughed and said to the judge, "Shit! My wife wears sexier underwear than that!"

A tremor of fear swept through my body. Two men! I was undressing for the amusement of two men! I was truly terrified. I don't think that I was this scared when the cops surrounded us with drawn guns and ordered us out of that stolen car!

I tossed my slip onto the chair with my dress and began to struggle out of my pantyhose. It was my mother's, actually. I don't normally wear them but she had insisted that I was going to go to court dressed as a proper lady.

I rolled them down to my thighs, stepped out of my shoes and then rolled them down my legs. I nearly fell over several times. I was hyperventilating and I didn't even realize it. Not until I nearly passed out.

I forced myself to take a few slow, deep breaths and finally I pulled my feet out of the hose and tossed them aside.

I stood before the judge in my bra and panties and waited for the order to continue undressing.

Before ordering me to continue, he leaned forward and rested his hand on the inside of my thigh just above my knee. He watched my face for my reaction and when I didn't scream or pull away he smiled. I did flinch. But except for that I didn't move.

His hand slowly moved up my thigh until I felt his finger resting against my pussy through my panties. I gasped when his finger touched me. I shivered in fear and revulsion. But I reminded myself that this was for Laura. I had to do this.

His hand turned. He wedged it between my thighs and cupped my pubic mound. I felt the heat from his hand. My poor pussy didn't seem to realize that it was about to be raped. It felt the heat and it liked it!

The judge leered at me and said, "I'll find out in a second if you were lying about being a virgin. Assuming that you were telling the truth, what have you done? Have you ever sucked a boy's cock?"

I whispered, "No, sir. My boyfriend and I like to kiss and we make out when we get the chance. I was going to let him ... do it. But so far we only touch each other through our clothes."

He got that skeptical look on his face again and asked incredulously, "Are you going to try and tell me that you have never even been felt up properly?! Girl, I've seen your file. You are trouble. I can't believe you've done nothing but get felt up over your clothing. Do you take me for a fool?!"

I shook my head violently and exclaimed, "I'm not lying! I swear it! I was too scared. I wasn't on the pill."

He raised an eyebrow and asked, "When was your last period?"

I moaned in embarrassment. It's kind of funny. He was holding my pussy in his hand but I was embarrassed to talk to him about my period. Finally I said, "Three days ago. It ended three days ago."

He took his hand away from my crotch and reached around to cup one of my ass cheeks. His large hand nearly covered it! He ordered me to turn around and I slowly turned until my back was to him. He took his hand away and I could almost feel his gaze on my ass.

The panties I was wearing covered more of me than my bikini bottoms. But even so I was incredibly embarrassed. The judge and his bailiff were the first men to see me in my underwear. Or at least they were the first since I was five or six years old.

The judge ran his hand over the cheeks of my ass for a minute. Then he ordered me to turn around again. When I was facing him he said, "You said that you were going to let your boyfriend fuck you. What were you going to do about birth control?"

I did not say fuck! I said "do it." But I answered, "I am on the pill now. I started taking it after my period. I got a prescription at the clinic."

His face lit up when he heard that. He smiled and said, "Well, I guess we should make sure it works. You want to make sure it's effective don't you?"

I sobbed quietly and nodded.

His hand went back between my thighs. His fingers began to tease my pubic mound and he said, "You may remove your bra now. I want to see if those little tits of yours are developing as well as the rest of you seems to be."

I did not have little tits! I was wearing an A cup bra and damned proud of it. Okay. I admit that isn't all that big. But I am very small, very slender. They look very good on me. They are entirely proportional. I know lots of girls with bigger boobs and after listening to them bitch about them I'm quite happy with the ones I have. They don't hit me in the face when I run. I can play sports. And it is much easier to find sexy clothes that fit with my current bra size.

And what the hell does he mean, "I may remove my bra!" If he thinks he's being cute he's wrong!

I would have preferred to continue playing word games in my mind. But I already knew that the judge was not a patient man. He told me so. Not that there was any chance I would have mistaken him for one.

I reached between the cups of my bra with shaking hands and struggled with the catch for a moment. I was glad now that I had worn a bra with a front closure. I would have had a hell of a time getting the other kind off with my fingers shaking like this.

I held the sides of the bra together long enough to take a deep breath. Then I pulled it open and slipped it off. I turned to toss it on the chair with my dress. Before I turned back around I felt his hand cupping my breast.

I gasped again. I hated this man and I hated what he was making me do. But I couldn't believe how exciting it felt to have a warm, male hand on my breast for the first time. For just a second I wished that I had let Don feel me up under my clothes. He had tried so often but I had always fought him off.

But then I remembered that I hated him now. I no longer had a boyfriend. And because of my ex-boyfriend I was left with only a rapist.

Then I remembered the bailiff. It is unlikely that I was only going to be raped once.

He brought his other hand up and began to explore both of my breasts. After touching them, cupping them, squeezing them lightly he began to concentrate on my nipples. I'm embarrassed to admit that they were both already harder than I could ever remember them being before. He pinched them, pulled on them and twisted them. Everything he did sent shockwaves straight to my swollen clit.

I wanted desperately to push his hands away before I actually had an orgasm! I could think of nothing more humiliating than to surrender so much of myself to this man that I could actually have an orgasm at his hands.

I am sure that he was aware of the struggle I was dealing with. I closed my eyes and fought desperately to keep from letting him have that satisfaction. He clamped down painfully on my nipples and snapped, "I didn't say that you could close your eyes, bitch! Open them! Now, damn it!"

I jumped and opened my eyes. When I did I saw the bailiff standing on the other side of the desk. He had come closer to better enjoy the show I was putting on. Before I could look away I saw the look of hunger on his face as his eyes devoured my body.

God! I felt so degraded, so humiliated! I no longer owned my body. I was a sex toy. But I was doing what I had to do to protect Laura.

The judge finally dropped his hands and said, "Okay. It's time to finish unwrapping my present."

I know that they were just a thin pair of panties. They molded themselves to my body and hid next to nothing. But they were my last line of defense. I almost couldn't do it. Not with two old perverts watching my every move!

But then I flashed back to that night we were arrested. I remembered the terror on Laura's face. And she had only wanted to protect me from myself. Once more I reminded myself that I had no choice. I had to do this for my little sister.

I reached for my waistband and slipped my thumbs inside. I was crying quite hard again. And the two men gave every indication that they found that very amusing. My heart was beating so hard that I was sure they could hear it. And I wasn't at all sure that I wasn't going to faint.

But I didn't faint. I stood there, feeling the tears dripping down on to my breasts and running down my stomach. I half expected him to snap at me to hurry up. But through my tears I saw the look of pleasure on his face and I knew that he was enjoying my suffering nearly as much as he was enjoying his hold over me and the pleasure he was receiving from exploring my vulnerable body.

I found the strength somewhere deep inside of me and began to ease my panties down over my hips. I paused for a second before finally baring my neatly trimmed pubic hair and the virgin opening beneath it.

It occurred to me that drawing it out like this was just turning them on all the more. But god! It was so hard!

I finally pushed them down to below my knees and let them fall to my feet. I left them there. I didn't even bother to step out of them. I straightened up and crossed my hands over my vulva.

The judge chuckled and asked, "Do you really think I'm going to let you keep that little cunt covered up like that, you stupid bitch?!"

Christ! He could do anything he wanted to me. Did he have to be so nasty about it?!

I slowly dropped my hands to my sides and stood naked before those two dirty old men. My legs were pressed tightly together. But he didn't tolerate that for long. His hand shot out and he slapped my thigh. It didn't hurt. But I was startled and I jumped.

He snapped, "Spread those sexy legs, bitch. Let's take a look at that virgin pussy."

I lifted one of my feet out of my panties and spread my legs apart until I was sure he would be satisfied. There was no sense in dragging this out any more than I had to.

He said, "That's better. Now reach down there and open it up. Let me see your hymen."

I shuddered again. I'm not even sure why. Possibly because that was the only way I could deal with this horribly degrading exhibition that I was forced to put on.

I gently gripped the outer flesh surrounding my opening. I was so shocked that I almost screamed when I encountered a coating of slippery wetness down there. I almost screamed, "No! That cannot be!"

But I didn't scream. I gently gripped my labia and separated the sides of my tight slit, baring the vaginal opening. I had examined myself down there as well as I could. I had never actually seen anything that looked like what I imagined a hymen would look like. I hoped that he didn't think I was lying when he looked at me there.

He leaned forward and looked more closely. I closed my eyes. I couldn't bear to watch. I felt his finger touch the opening to my vagina and I cried out quietly. It felt just like an electric shock!

He ran his finger lightly around my exposed inner flesh and then slowly inserted it. I very nearly collapsed when he slid his finger into me. In fact, I felt my knees start to give way and I had to remove one hand from my flesh to grip the corner of his desk in order to remain upright.

He chuckled and turned to Jeff. He said, "And now to boldly go where no man has gone before!"

Jeff laughed as the judge stood up and unfastened his pants. He shoved his pants and his shorts down to his knees and they fell to the floor at his feet. He straightened back up and reached around to grab a handful of my long, blonde hair. I cried out in pain when he gripped it tightly and took total control of my head.

He smiled down at me and said, "Before I enjoy your nice tight cunt, why don't you bend down and get your first taste of cock, bitch? Let's see how much training you're going to need to be a good cocksucker."