It had been a week since Johanna had seen the Judge. She sat alone in her bedroom, thinking over what had happened to them- for about four days, they had been in their own world. They had hidden away in the hotel room, or in her bedroom, and he had shown her what he could do to her, what power he had over her. She felt he owned her, that she was nothing but putty in his hands.
But he had not come back. He ignored her, they did not eat together. She missed him.
Or rather, she missed what his hands could do. What his tongue could do.
She missed feeling his manhood inside her. Four times, they'd done that only. But it had been enough to drive her mad these past seven days without him.
Johanna undressed and put on her prettiest nightgown, all lace and ruffles. She looked at herself in the mirror and saw all innocence, all girl. A virgin. But her activities with her master had proved otherwise. She now knew the lustful side of herself, the one that begged for submission and the one that begged for a man.
A knock sounded at the door, and the maid came in. She looked nervous and uncomfortable.
"Miss Johanna," she said, looking at the floor. "The Judge requests for you to join him tonight, in his bedroom."
Johanna blushed, but inside felt a thrill. "Tell him I will be there in a few minutes. I must prepare myself."
She needed a bit of mental preparation. What she wanted was to run to her master's bedroom, open her legs, and beg for his thrusts, but she knew she needed to wait or she would seem like nothing more than the other girls he used to fulfill his desires. She continued to look at herself in the mirror, and mentally told herself to calm.
After about ten minutes, Johanna left the room. She walked slowly through the hallway, her bare feet making no noise on the carpetting. She reached the judge's room, and knocked.
"Enter," came her master's voice.
She opened the door, and found him, fully clothed, on his bed. He smiled at her.
"My princess," he purred. "Please come in, and do close the door."
She obeyed.
"I am very happy to see you, darling Johanna," he said. "I have been busy these past seven days, and a bit too tired. I did not have the stamina that you require."
"Pardon?" she asked, a blush on her cheeks.
"You are a very excitable girl," he said indulgently. "A girl like you needs hours of attention in a bed, or else why bother? But I am very ready to give you hours of my time tonight, my princess. Tell me. Does that sound satisfactory to you?"
She nodded shyly, her eagerness very evident between her legs, but her voice hard to find.
"Did you miss me?"
"I did," she confessed. "I was hoping you'd call on me."
"Johanna," he said, his voice smooth and warm as velvet. "Did you think of anything during this week? Did you sin with your mind or your fingers?"
She blushed, and looked at the floor.
"Perhaps think of the things I did to you? Perhaps wish for more?"
"I... yes," she confessed shyly. "I don't know what it is you do, but I... crave it."
"Johanna, you are my princess," he said. "Next time you feel that way, come find me. I told you once I would be happy to help if you ever had such feelings. Find me, I will satiate you."
She nodded.
"Now please, sweetheart. Strip for me," he said slowly, his deep voice warm and masculine.
She looked up at him with her huge blue eyes.
"Unbutton your nightgown," he instructed. "Slowly. Show your master what you have to offer him."
She watched him as her fingers delicately undid the buttons, and she exposed more and more of her milky skin. Her pink nipples were soon exposed, and she felt a thrill as his eyes widened. The lust was clear in his eyes. She slipped the nightgown from her shoulders, and then she stood naked in front of him.
He rose from the bed, his erection huge, bulging in his pants.
The judge bent down, and took one of her pink nipples in his mouth, lashing it with his tongue.
"Oh," she moaned, bowing her back into the inviting, wet warmth.
He walked forward, urging her backwards until she hit the wall. He squeezed one of her breasts, drawing a moan from her, and then his hand snaked down her waist, until his hand was between her legs.
She pressed her head against his chest, feeling his erection against her stomach, his warm fingers rubbing her heated flesh. He rubbed against that part of her that only he knew, the part that drew her mad with lust. She bucked against his hand, grunting, drawing moans from him. She was always obedient, responding to every suggestion of his fingers with eagerness. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, holding herself up as her legs gave way, as his hand moved faster.
His palm cupped her womanhood, wet and hot, and she humped it, her moans now one singular sound. Her thrusts against him were so fast that her legs burned with exertion, though he was jerking his hand just as quickly.
She was ashamed of how much of a slave she was to his touch. But she was glad to be back in that position, under her master again. A week had been too long. He sighed her name, obviously glad with the results of his ministrations, and that pushed her over the edge. She screamed, trembling dangerously, bucking wildly, until she slumped against the wall, breathing heavily.
"Oh, my darling, I have missed you," he purred, picking her up and cradling her. He carried her over to the bed and set her down, she body still limp and spent.
But Johanna was not done. Her center burned with need- though the crest he had pulled her over had been huge, it was just the surface of what she was capable of tonight. "I need you, papa," she whispered, her eyes burning with intensity. "Please. More."
"Oh my little girl," he moaned as he began to undress. "I believe I can give you more."
"Now!" she moaned, opening her legs as he unbuttoned his pants and let his sex out.
He kneeled over her, spreading her legs very far. She watched as he eyed her sex, pink and ready for him, and smiled.
"Princess," he whispered again, before devouring her.
She screamed with surprise and gratefulness, not expecting his tongue. But she watched his gray head angled against her.
She tasted so sweet. All his. No one else would ever taste her.
But she did not come this time, for he stopped before she reached her peak. He kept her legs open, watching as her slit spread itself, welcoming him.
"Take me, master," she begged.
He would make her scream.
He smiled indulgently at the little girl beneath him, and put himself inside. His eyes rolled back in his head a little at the tightness, and her back arched, her fingers grasping the sheets in passion. He slowly thrust into her, her legs wrapped around his waist, his manhood stretching her and hitting every sweet spot she possessed.
"Beg for it," he ordered. "I know you need it. You'll only get it if you beg."
"Please," she whimpered, shaking with desire. "Sir... Judge... Papa... take me. Finish me."
He sped up, listening to the moans she let out, her customary feminine sighs, chirping and whimpering, every thrust welcome to her small, prone body.
"Faster," she begged.
"I'll show you what you've been missing, slave," he growled, and began to thrust so hard into her that their skin slapped together, and the bed moaned in protest, as though it wanted to join in. With every one of his thrusts, Johanna screamed one of his titles.
"Papa!" she begged. "Father! Judge! Master!"
She couldn't say how long he lasted. She came so many times- one orgasm after the other, building and exploding, constantly in the throws of a peak. She trembled and turned into nothing but a moaning, obediant slave underneath him, writhing and trembling.
Finally, he came, thrusting maniacally into the girl.
But she was not done. He licked her sweet folds until he was hard again, and then directed her onto all fours, taking her from behind, until she slapped the bed in anguish, tugging at her own hair. Then, as he was tired (but still had enough desire to go hard in response to her desperation), she rode him. He watched her breasts bounce as she moaned, her face contracted with desire.
In his bed, she was an animal. She was a slave who received her duties, and complied with them eagerly. To the rest of the world, she was an obediant, beautiful girl. To Judge Turpin, she was his slave.
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