Johanna nervously knocked on the door, not knowing how to go about this.
"Enter," came the Judge's voice, through the thick wood. She pushed open the heavy door, and then instantly checked, seeing that he had company. The beadle leered at her from the desk. Still, Johanna could be subtle, and the Judge had said to come find him if she ever felt, well...
"Johanna," he said, surprised. She was not often out of her rooms. This was an exception. "Is something the matter?"
"No... well, yes, I suppose there is," she said, looking into his eyes meaningfully. He looked back at her with a knowing look in his eye. "But you said I should come find you if I feel... well... and I do..."
"Ah," he said, and gave her a smile. The beadle looked thoroughly confused. "I'll be just a minute. You go upstairs and get ready for me. I'll be a minute."
Johanna blushed, wondering if she'd revealed too much.
"I'll see you soon."
The beadle never liked the judge much- he was always self-absorbed and possessive. It was very obvious what he and this girl were doing, and the beadle instantly felt jealous. Here he was, rich and had women falling all over him, and it's not enough. He also needs to bed a beautiful, virginal young girl who lives with him.
"This meeting is done for today," the Judge said, smiling cockily.
"You lucky bastard," the beadle said.
"I know. She's lovely. And almost always hot. I swear she never tires," he said, with an air of possessiveness in his voice. To confirm it, he looked strongly at the beadle. "Of me." He smiled slowly. "Me... and me alone." He looked warningly at the other man. "Don't speak of this again."
The judge left then, and went upstairs, pushing open Johanna's door. She waited for him on her bed, dressed in her shift.
"Johanna, you had need of me?"
"Yes I..." she said, shyly. "I wanted you to come to me."
"I told you I would help whenever asked."
"I didn't know if I was allowed to- I belong to you, you see. I didn't know if you cared about my pleasure."
"If you want me to fuck you, I will," he said, and then kneeled before her. "Now please," he said. "Let me touch you..." he put his hand between her legs. She sighed and groaned, laying back on the bed as he touched the hot place in her center.
"Sir," she said, gutturally.
"I know my pet," he said. "It feels good, doesn't it?"
"Take me," she whimpered, as she began to buck against him.
"You are such a good girl," he said, as he undressed, looking down at the prone, naked woman-child beneath him, her nipples pert and rosy, her mouth red and open, her legs spread wide for him.
Johanna moaned as she felt his hardness inside her, rubbing against that part of her that sent sparks flying everywhere. His kisses opened her mouth, his hard, warm body on top of her and inside her.
"Oh god," she whimpered as he thrust in and out. "Oh god."
"That's right Johanna," he coaxed. "Enjoy it... you like this, don't you, princess?"
"Papa..." she moaned, his thrusts causing her to yelp and jerk as they hit her nub again and again.
He increased his speed and his force, pounding into her roughly, enjoying her screams, her hands knotted in his hair, her face twisted into an expression of such otherwordly pleasure it looked almost painful.
"Oh, sir..." she moaned.
"You poor little girl," he said. "Your cunt... it aches with desire when I don't do this, doesn't it?"
She whimpered lamely in response, receiving his thrusts like they were medicine she so desperately needed.
Johanna heard commotion downstairs, and looked up as the Judge came into her room.
"There is a party downstairs tonight," he said. "But you will stay up here."
"Yes sir."
"I don't want anyone seeing my pretty little slave and thinking they could have her for themselves," he said with a smile.
"No sir," she agreed. "Will you come to my room tonight?"
"After the party, possibly," he said, distracted. He had invited several very loose women tonight, and had the possibility of getting more than one in his bed, and even Johanna would not distract him from that. "I'll wake you if I want you. Don't wait up."
"Oh, that's fine," she said, blushing, ashamed of her desire.
"Here, my sweet," he said, unbuttoning his trousers. "Get on your knees- you can do something quick for me before the party."
"Of course," she said, and kneeled before him, licking the head of his sex and taking him in her mouth. She ran her tongue up and down the length of him before engulfing him in her hot, wet mouth and to her throat, swallowing around him and bobbing her head up and down his sex, looking up at him with her sweet blue eyes, as if asking if she was doing it right.
The judge gripped her hair very hard and directed her head faster, thrusting into her mouth until he came. She swallowed, and then peppered little kisses on him as if thanking him for letting her service him.
When Johanna woke, she felt hands between her legs. At first she smiled, and sighed, opening her legs to the pleasure she was sure would result. But it became clear very quickly that this was not right- the hands were clumsy, not well practiced like her master. The breathing was fast and shallow, and the smell of cigarettes and sweat were in the air.
Johanna cried out, as the shape of the man in her bed became visible to her- he was much smaller than the judge, and fatter.
"Who's there?" she cried.
"Shut up, slut!" the reedy voice came through the dark. Johanna's heart skipped a beat- it was the beadle.
"No- get off me!" she yelled as he pushed her onto the bed, pinning her down beneath him, his fat belly against her own as he ripped at her nightshift. "I don't want you..."
"I thought you'd fuck anything that moves," he said cruelly. "I thought you'd spread your legs for an ape, if he had a hard cock..."
"Help!" Johanna screamed, but was silenced as the beadle pressed a hand to her mouth.
The door crashed open then, and the beadle was pulled off her. She saw her master, livid, the light from the hallway spilling into the room and illuminating his face.
He kicked at the beadle, and then grabbed the beadle's cane, which he'd left beside the bed, and hit him squarely in the back with power that made Johanna flinch.
"She is mine, and mine alone," he said with fierce defense. Even Johanna could not doubt his assurance. "You put your filthy hands on my ward. You are out of my service. Come with me."
"Sir-"
"I said come with me," he said slickly. "We will discuss this outside."
Johanna shivered. It was clear that, after whatever discussion they were going to have, the beadle would not come out the better for it.
An hour later, she lay on her bed, her heart beating wildly still. The door opened gently this time, and she turned her head and saw the Judge with a pitying expression on his face.
"My dear Johanna," he said gently. "I am sorry that man hurt you. I'd thought, within my care, no man would ever touch you. I was wrong."
"No," she said. "It was not your fault."
"I was foolish enough to believe that you belonged to me, and me alone, and that other men would respect that. Even I cannot keep the world away from us. We had our little world, our private little world, but other men are selfish, and want you too."
It was moments like this when Johanna caught flashes of the father figure he had once been to her, the man who had read to her and tucked her in at night.
"Please don't be sad," she begged, putting a hand to his cheek.
"I am upset with myself," he said.
"Don't be."
"Oh, Johanna," he said. "I care for you as if you were a part of me. If another man ever had you... no. I cannot let that happen."
"How can I make you happy?" she beseeched, hating how upset he was.
"You beautiful girl," he said. "You can make me happy by proving to me that you will offer yourself to me, only me. Please, Johanna."
"Of course I will," she said easily.
"How? Show me something- something private, something you would never show another man."
"Like what?"
"Touch yourself for me, Johanna," he begged.
She turned very red. "Sir... that's so shameful."
"Oh, please, Johanna, it would make me so happy," he pleaded. "Don't you want me to be happy?"
"I do," she hedged. She wanted to make him happy- but the thought! "It's for a man to do. If I do it myself... well it's a sin."
"Do you love me, Johanna?" he asked.
"Yes," she said instantly. It was the only answer she had.
"Then do this one thing for me, my princess. Let me see you pleasure yourself. I assure you, I've dreamed of nothing else since you hit thirteen, three years ago, and started to grow into a woman. I've been waiting to ask you, and waiting... and now I finally can. My Johanna, show me what you look like when you touch yourself."
"I..." she said, wanting to deny him, but seeing the desperate look in his eye. "Alright," she said. He lit a candle to better illuminate the room, and watched as she tentatively lifted her shift over her head.
His breath caught as she leaned against the headboard, running her hands over her stomach, thighs, and breasts, until she began rolling her nipples between her fingers, a delicious expression on her face, her lips parted and her eyes closed.
He watched as she squeezed her thighs together at intervals- tighten, release, tighten, release, tighten, release- and go faster and faster until she finally, agonizingly slow, dipped her fingers between her legs, leaving the other hand to stimulate one nipple at a time. His eyes feasted on her as she began to rub her bundle of nerves, and watched as tiny feminine sighs were emitted from her tight bow of a mouth, as she began to use her fingers for pleasure. They pinched her nub, thrust into her opening, and rubbed herself. She increased her efforts and abandoned her nipples, using one hand on her clitoris and the other inside of her, her breathing now completely inhibited.
"Sir..." she gasped. "I've never done this before..."
"Shh..." he said, his voice hoarse with desire. "Keep going. Please don't stop. Do anything- but just don't stop."
He watched her hips begin to buck against her hand, her feminine sighs becoming slowly more vocal, until they could now be called moans.
Finally, finally, her hips left the bed, rising up in pleasure, and she cried out one last time, shuddered, and collapsed on the bed, her skin flushed, her breathing gasps.
The Judge dipped his head between her legs and kissed her there, listening to her scream as her touched her sensitive area, prone from the pleasure it had just received.
"Thank you," he said, meaning it.
Sorry it's been such a long time between updates- I hope that was enough for you guys, and I hope you got some good... feelings from it. :) I know I did...
