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I ran after them, still buttoning my dress up the front. I hurried down the hallway and caught up to them just as they were taking their seats in the dining room. Susan and Marie began serving them. I stood nearby waiting for further instructions.
They ignored me until they had been served. Then the judge ordered the women to take me to the kitchen and give me something to eat.
Susan smiled and replied obsequiously, "Yes, sir."
Susan and Marie left the room and I hurried after them. I followed them to the kitchen. I could smell the dinner on the table as I passed through the dining room and it reminded me that I hadn't eaten today. Even through my terror I felt my stomach crying out for nourishment.
When we got to the kitchen Marie turned to me and used a soft cloth to wipe away the tears that remained in my eyes. She looked at me and I saw the sympathy in her face. She shook her head and exclaimed, "The bastards! How old are you, sweetheart?"
I recognized her voice. She was the one that had come to Mrs. Porter's office while I was naked, on my knees and sucking the judge's cock.
I blushed and said, "Sixteen."
She pulled me into her arms and asked, "How long?"
Somehow I understood what she was asking. I replied, "Two months."
Just then Susan said, "Let her eat, Marie."
Marie guided me to a table and Susan put a plate down for me. I don't know what it was but it was delicious. They sat down on either side of me and watched me eat as if I hadn't eaten in days. As I thought about it I realized that I had eaten very little over the last few days, and nothing at all since picking at my cereal this morning.
I wolfed down the food. When I finished eating they asked me why I was here. I explained the details and that I had to do anything and everything they wanted or my little sister would suffer for it.
I saw the way they felt about the Porters and the male staff members. They warned me about the butler but they told me that the worst of them was the chauffer. I asked them why they worked here when they hated them so much. They explained without going into too much detail that they didn't have a choice either.
They told me that the cook was okay. She didn't actually take part in the fun and games. But she did seem to find some of the things the Porters did to the girls amusing. She was new. But they didn't trust her. They were afraid that once she was comfortable working here she was going to be as bad as some of the men.
I asked them how often the judge brought girls like me into the house. Marie said, "There is almost always one of you here. Sometimes there are two. He likes them between fourteen and seventeen. But in the short time I have been hear they have always been bad girls. Or at least they had been guilty of some crime. I can't remember another girl like you. A girl who was innocent and he knew it."
Susan went out to check on the Porters. When she returned she said, "You better get out there. They are almost finished. Take care of yourself, sweetie. It's going to be a long two months."
I thanked them for the food and for being so nice. I got up and sighed loudly. I really didn't want to do this. But I had no choice. I went back out to the dining room and stood against the wall, waiting for someone to tell me what to do. I didn't have to wait long.
The butler came into the room with fresh drinks for the judge and his wife. As soon as he put them down, Mrs. Porter said, "There she is, Tyler. Go ahead."
The butler smiled and said, "Thank you ma'am."
He put his tray on the table and turned to face me. The look on his face told me exactly what it was that he had just been given permission to "go ahead" and do.
His eyes scanned my body in my thin dress for a moment before he said, "Take the dress off."
I glanced at the judge, but I didn't hesitate. The Porters were both smiling. They were sitting back and enjoying their drinks and watching me undress so that their butler could be the next person to rape me.
I unbuttoned my dress and draped it over the back of a chair. He reached out and pulled me closer with his left hand. His right hand began to roughly explore my body. He was being deliberately cruel, twisting and pinching and pulling. I glanced up at his face and I saw the face of a bully. For just a second I thought how galling this job must be for him. He must hate having to bow and scrape to these people. And now he had the opportunity to take it out on me.
After tormenting my breasts for several minutes he reached down and began to mistreat my pussy just as cruelly. He pulled my pubic hair, lifting me right up onto my toes. Then he forced two large fingers inside of my dry opening. I wanted to beg him to take it easy. But it was obvious that he was going out of his way to make this painful on purpose. He enjoyed this.
He sawed those two fingers in and out of my pussy until after a half a minute his hand was slamming against my vulva violently. I was aware of him, watching me, studying my reaction to this painful treatment.
I cried out involuntarily in pain a couple of times when I couldn't keep it in any longer. But I didn't fight him.
When he had enjoyed enough of this violent foreplay he released me and rapidly released his belt. He pushed his pants and his shorts down to mid-thigh and used a handful of my hair to guide my lips to his cock.
The butler was a tall, muscular man and I expected him to have a large cock. So I was surprised when I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around what turned out to be only a skinny four inch cock. But he still managed to hurt me with it.
He held onto my head and began to fuck my mouth, driving the head of his cock straight to the back of my throat. I rested my hands on his thighs at the start. But he snapped, "I didn't say that you could touch me, you stupid cunt! Put your hands down!"
I quickly dropped my hands to my own knees and allowed him to fuck my face. The head of his cock was so skinny that it actually began to enter my throat at the bottom of his strokes.
I gagged furiously at first. But eventually my body adjusted and I was able to tolerate his abuse. I thought that he was going to rape my mouth until he reached orgasm. But after a few minutes he pushed me away and stepped back. He pulled a chair away from the dining room table and lifted me up as though I weighed only ounces.
He dropped me onto my back on the table and lifted my legs up in the air. Then he guided his small cock to my still dry opening and slammed his cock into me every bit as violently as he had been fucking my mouth a moment earlier.
I grunted in pain as his pubic bone slammed against my tender vulva. He paused to adjust his grip on my legs, supporting my knees with his elbows so that his fingers were free to return to my breasts. He began twisting and pulling my nipples and fucking me violently while I grunted in pain and cried out wordlessly with every painful stroke.
During brief moments of lucidity between the pain I heard the Porters commenting crudely on my reactions and on the way my tits bounced so enticingly. I didn't pay them much attention, though. My focus was on the pain. There were times when I thought that he was going to lift my body right up off of the table by my nipples and my pussy. I was nearly overwhelmed by the violence of it.
And to make the experience even more degrading, I heard someone come in and clear away the dinner dishes while I was being raped on the table for all to see.
Several times during the violent rape the butler's cock fell out of me. He would pause each time to put it back inside of me. And each time he would attack me as if he blamed me for his small cock.
I was crying hard by the time he finally came inside of me. He shot his cum into me and then remained over me, glaring down at me as if we were lifelong enemies. He hated me and he didn't even know me! But then I realized that he probably hated all women. This was how he preferred to relate to women, and girls. He enjoyed raping and hurting us. This, what he had just done to me, was what turned him on.
His cock finally slipped out of my abused pussy. Tyler straightened up and pulled me to my feet. He immediately pushed me to my knees at his feet. He smirked down at me and I knew what he was demanding of me without having to be told.
I looked at his cock. It was slimy and gross and it smelled. But it looked like a little boy's dick. I had a hard time not smirking back at him. But I knew that if I did I would pay for it. I took his three inch dicklet into my mouth and sucked it clean. He held my head in place and I continued to suck his cock until he pushed me away.
Susan and Marie both came in and finished cleaning off the table while Tyler continued to amuse himself at my expense. He held me like that for so long that I was afraid that he would get hard again and make me suck his cock. But he finally pushed me away and pulled his pants up. He thanked the Porters and left the room.
After he was gone, Mrs. Porter smiled at me and said, "I like Tyler. He is a good man. But these little shows would be much more entertaining if he had a thick, eight inch cock."
I used a chair to pull myself to my feet. I wiped my eyes on my arms and waited for them to tell me that it was alright for me to put my dress back on. But they didn't speak to me until they finished sipping their after dinner drinks. Instead they sat back and talked about me.
Susan came back out from the kitchen one last time. She studiously avoided looking at me as she wiped the table off with a damp cloth. She was stopped as she started back to the kitchen. Mrs. Porter said, "Susan! Wait."
Susan turned back. Mrs. Porter smiled and asked, "This sort of dinner theater still bothers you, doesn't it, dear?"
Susan suddenly looked terrified. It was obvious that she was trying desperately to think of some way to answer the question without getting in trouble while still giving an honest answer. Finally she said, "I'm sorry, ma'am. I can't help it. She is so young. Yes, ma'am. That bothers me."
The Porters both grinned at her. I felt so sorry for her. She had only told the truth when asked. And her answer was the answer than ninety-nine point nine percent of the people in the country would probably have given to that question. Right thinking people are supposed to be opposed to the abuse of young women.
Mrs. Porter's expression never changed. She was still smiling sweetly when she said, "Then I suppose if the things she is doing bother you she should do something to make you feel good again. Please take your clothes off and get up on the table."
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She had tears running down her cheeks as she made her way around the long dining room table. She stopped beside me and quickly removed her simple dress. She was naked under it. I was shocked when I saw that her nipples were pierced. I didn't know anyone else with pierced nipples. But I had a picture in my mind of the kind of woman who would do that. Susan didn't fit the picture.
She backed up to the table and for that brief moment when she blocked the view of the Porters with her body I winked at her and smiled ruefully. I didn't dare make a sound. But I moved my lips and mouthed, "It's okay. I understand."
She was still crying quietly. But she winked back at me and I saw the grateful look on her face when she realized I didn't blame her for this.
Susan slid onto the table and carefully lowered herself onto her back with her legs hanging down over the side of the table.
As soon as Susan was ready, Mrs. Porter said, "Go ahead, Lindsey. Show Susan what you learned today. It won't hurt you to get more practice. And it's a great way to cheer up Susan."
I felt bad that a woman who had tried to comfort me was being humiliated this way for admitting that she did not like what these people were doing to me. I had already learned that I didn't mind what I was about to do. I didn't have a problem with making her feel good if I could. I'd rather bring pleasure to her than to the cruel woman who had just ordered it.
I began at Susan's knees and began to tease her thighs, first with my fingers and then with my lips and tongue. I drew it out as long as I could. I thought they would probably do something that I wouldn't enjoy when I was finished here. So the more time I spent pleasing Susan the less time they would have to torment me.
I think that after a few minutes, Susan began to understand what I was doing. I had finally worked my way up to her belly and I was kissing her there, teasing her before moving my lips to her pussy.
My hands were gently caressing her stomach and even grazing softly across the tender lower side of her breasts.
As my lips finally began to explore her pussy, her hands closed over mine and guided them to her breasts. I felt the small rings on her nipples pressing into my palms and they made me nervous. I was afraid of causing her pain.
But I carefully began to manipulate the rings to see what would happen. The response was not what I expected. She hissed, "Yessssss! That's it! I like that!"
She wasn't kidding! Her pussy had already gotten damp by the time I reached it with my tongue. But when I started teasing her nipples with those rings she flooded my mouth with her juices. I felt her body tense up and she came so quickly that I had trouble believing she wasn't faking it.
But the signs that her orgasm was genuine were obvious. Her loss of muscle control, the moisture flooding my mouth, her coloring, and those erotic moans and groans that kept getting louder and louder as I continued to tease her clasping pussy with my tongue, all those things pointed to a long series of genuine orgasms.
I was just about to stop and let her rest when I felt someone behind me, adjusting my position. I glanced back to see the judge. His suit pants were down and his hard cock was pointing at me. He snapped, "Keep eating her cunt, stupid! I'll tell you when to stop."
He moved closer, lined his cock up with my vagina and slammed it into me violently. The force of his sledgehammer thrust crushed my lips against Susan's pussy and his subsequent thrusts were each as violent. I put my hands down on the table to support myself and keep from hurting her as he violated me even more violently than he had in his office on Monday.
The pain was just about as bad as it had been the first time he raped me. I was so distracted that I was only resting my cheek on Susan's vulva now and she was lightly caressing my face.
But it was about to get a lot worse. With no warning at all he pulled his cock from my pussy and after spreading the cheeks of my ass apart he guided the head of his cock to my anal opening and in one brutal animal like stroke he slammed it half way into me.
In my worst nightmares I had never even imagined that pain like that could exist! I was sure that I was going to die. If not immediately, I would die soon when I bled to death as a result of the horrible damage that he had just undoubtedly done to my rectum. It was so awful that my mouth opened to scream but my vocal chords were frozen and no sound could escape.
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