AN: And the last Morty's background story. Since this is Judge Morty, this is supposed to happen after the animation.
…Not proud about this one either, to be honest…
Warnings: rape/non-con, oral and anal
The Mortys and their Stories – Chapter 4: Judge Morty
It was already late and the sun was slowly setting as the judge sat in his office and looked over some papers.
People always thought that it was such a great job to be a judge. You get paid lots of money for overseeing a trial, sitting on your high and mighty chair.
What those people often did not see, was all the knowledge about laws that you need to keep in mind. The weight of needing to have a clear focus on bringing forth justice and leading such a trial fairly. And also enduring the bullshit that some of the defendants felt like throwing at him…disrespectful bastards!
Judge Morty Downey Jr. had to deal with that a lot. Getting threatened by culprits…even if some of those threats hardly made any sense.
How could it affect him to be threatened with the lives of his children if he hadn't those to begin with? Without a family, his life may be a bit lonely, but at least he wouldn't have to worry about their safety. Not that any of the prisoners ever managed to make those threats come true.
He sighed and sorted the documents, putting them away into a folder and deciding to finally call it a day. At this late hour, he was probably the only one still left in the building…aside from Dave, the guard who would have the nightshift.
Holy heck! Was it really already this late?!
Deciding to leave the cleaning up to his secretary tomorrow, Judge Morty left the folder on his desk and stood up from his chair. He just wanted to go home now, eat dinner and relax a little bit.
Turning towards the coat hanger in the corner, he was a little startled but not entirely surprised when the door to his office suddenly opened.
Without turning around, he said, "I'm already on my way out, Dave. Have a nice shift."
Dave did not answer him, but Judge Morty wasn't thinking about that at first. Only after realizing that the other took a little bit too long to answer for it to be normal, did he question it.
"Dave? Are you—" He didn't get to finish asking or turning around, as suddenly he was grabbed from behind.
Long arms wrapped around his body, rendering him mostly immobile and a warm breath ghosted over his ear and cheek as the culprit spoke up. "So we meet again, sir."
The judge's eyes widened, instantly recognizing the voice. "Mr. Allen?!"
"The one and only." Rick Allen replied in a playful tone.
"How?! You should be in prison right now! Not here!"
"Oh, I broke out." The murder convict confessed. "And I'm here to keep my word to you, my dear judge."
A shudder ran through Judge Morty's body. He had not forgotten the trial with this madman.
And even though the other had been sprouting so much nonsense during it that it had been almost impossible for him to take the man seriously, he hadn't forgotten his threats. No matter how empty they had seemed at the time.
"Well then, I promised to stuff your nasty mouth with my cock, so how about we start with that?" Mr. Allen proposed and forced Morty's arms behind his back, bending them into a painful position.
"You're never going to get through with this, Mr. Allen." The judge warned even though the way the other twisted his arms, forced him slowly to his knees. "You'll get sentenced for life if you try this. This is an assault against a judicial officer! I'll make sure that you'll never see the light of day again!"
The escaped prisoner only chuckled over his threats, this time being the one who wasn't taking the judge seriously.
With strength that someone like Mr. Allen shouldn't really have, he pulled Judge Morty over and maneuvered him, so that he was pinned against a wall, arms still stuck behind his back.
A far grin was on the older man's face as he used one hand to open his orange overall and pulled out his already half hard dick. "C'mon! Suck it, sir!"
Judge Morty opened his mouth wide and moved his face forward with zero reluctance. The eagerness was probably so suspicious that even the escaped prisoner could tell that something was up.
"Don't think about biting me…" he added before the other could take him into his mouth. "…if you try something funny, I'm gonna blow your brains out."
With those words, he pulled a gun – stolen from Dave after he had knocked the guard unconscious – from the back of his clothes and held it directly at the brunet's head.
Judge Morty faltered and he halted all movement, suddenly not looking so eager anymore.
"Chop! Chop! Onto it!" Mr. Allen was full of glee.
The escaped prisoner was gloating as the judge hesitantly engulfed his length in his mouth, clearly enjoying having the other where he always had wanted him – on his knees, right in front of him.
With impatience, he watched the rosy lips slowly passing over his shaft and he tried to push Judge Morty's head further down. "Stop being so slow! You better take all of my fat cock down your throat!"
The younger man's face scrunched up, looking repulsed at the entire situation and it didn't help that Mr. Allen was forcing himself deeper into his oral cavity. The taste and the strong musky scent were just disgusting and he felt as if he wanted to throw up right now.
He began to cough around the length as the tip hit the back of his throat, but the culprit didn't let up.
"Ha ha! Yeah! Choke on my dick, you little bitch!" The escaped convict cheered. "Told ya that I have a huge cock. Just think about what I'm going to do to your little pale ass with it in a little while."
A sound of protest escaped from the judicial officer and he tried to struggle against the other, who held his head down, forcing him to deepthroat.
"Oh, don't do that, sir. I'd hate to add desecration of a corpse to my record. 'Sides, it wouldn't be as fun to fuck you when you're dead." Mr. Allen pressed the barrel of the gun against the side of the judge's head again as a firm reminder.
Morty calmed the slightest bit down, cherishing his life enough to submit even if it was against his own will.
"That's much better."
Without letting go of the gun, he forced the judge's head against the wall, confident that his legs and lower body were enough to keep the other pinned where he was. Then he began to move his hips, slowly fucking Judge Morty's mouth.
Looking down, the tortured face that the other made, only made the whole experience so much more fun and worthwhile for him.
"That's right, you little bitch. Suck my cock." Rick practically purred.
His movements became faster, the slow back and forth turning into powerful thrusts that made the judge's head bump loudly into the wall again and again.
The jostling motions only made him feel more nauseous than he already did and constant hammering of the hard wall against the back of his head caused him a major headache. If this kept up, he might actually pass out…
"Hmm~ You really have a great mouth, sir. Fuck, it feels fantastic! Better than I imagined…"
Mr. Allen grunted and moaned, his movements becoming sloppy, as he was getting closer to his climax. With one loud groan and a last deep thrust, he emptied inside the other's mouth, his jizz shooting down the judge's throat.
Poor Judge Morty coughed around the still intruding member, but he wasn't let up yet. Rick made sure to savor every lasting second of this, enjoying the sweet bliss and hot mouth on his cock for as long as he dared.
Eventually, he pulled out of the other, but of course, he was far from done yet. "Well then. On your hands and knees now."
Judge Morty looked up at him as if he had grown a second head. "What?!"
"You heard me." Mr. Allen spoke in a warning tone. "I'm still gonna fuck your cracker white ass."
Defiance was written all over the Judge's face, but one wave with the gun made him obedient again. Making a little bit of room, the young man moved away from the wall and got even further down.
Mr. Allen's hand grabbed the hem of the black robe and pulled it up, finding to his delight that the judge wore only garters and plain briefs, but no pants.
"Nice!" He commented before he also pulled down the boringly white underwear, revealing a set of plush globes.
"Would you look at that, sir?" The convict sounded pleased. "Such a nice ass you have. I had no idea. If you had told me sooner, I would have fucked you at the trial already…"
Judge Morty's face was red with shame, but there was little that he could do now. He was still held at gunpoint and would only risk a hole in his head if he stopped complying.
God! How much he hated feeling this helpless and being at this lunatic's mercy!
If there was only something that could distract the prisoner. Something that would keep him occupied enough that he could bolt and call help.
However, it didn't look good for him.
'Dammit, Dave! Where are you?' He wondered what had happened to the guard, who he saw as his only chance to get out of this, but seeing how Mr. Allen had gotten inside the building and that the guard hadn't showed up yet, made him worry that he might already be dead…
The culprit cared very little about the judge's current dilemma and kneeled behind him, stroking with one free hand over a round cheek. Then he drew back his hand only to quickly connect with the pale flesh again.
A loud slap resounded through the room and Judge Morty flinched.
Mr. Allen repeated the action, spanking the cheek five more times until it started to glow. He also hit its counterpart, enjoying the sight of the reddened mounts.
A tongue trailed over his dry lips as he almost gently stroked over the heated flesh and he couldn't hold back a cackle as he could hear barely repressed whimpers from the smaller.
"Yeah, you like it when daddy gives you a good spanking, you little whore?"
Judge Morty didn't graced him with an answer, but tears already welled up in his eyes. He refused to let them fall though even if Mr. Allen wouldn't be able to see them right now, since he had lowered his face.
The convict didn't seem bothered by the lack of a response and the long fingers of his hand wandered from the soft roundness to the cleft between them, briefly stroking over a rosy pucker. He watched the tiny opening clench up upon contact and was looking forward to burying his cock in it.
Despite his orgasm just a few minutes ago, his member was already hard again and he was ready to go.
Unceremoniously, he pulled the asscheeks apart and positioned his burgeoning arousal at the entrance. Without any further warnings, he thrusted inside then.
A pained shriek escaped the judge and his muscles locked up, not helping his situation in the least. It felt like he had been stabbed with a knife, his lower region burning and the tears that he held back were now running over his cheeks freely and dripping on the carpet below.
"Shit! You're so tight!" Mr. Allen's moan sounded almost pained as well. "Fuck! Is this the first time you had something shoved up your ass, sir? You're still a virgin? Am I taking your anal virginity?"
Again, Judge Morty refused to answer any of that, but he didn't need to because it was obvious enough and Rick laughed anyways, having the nerve to whoop.
The judicial officer lowered his head even further, sobbing into the carpet now. Even though he hated to show weakness, it was just getting too much for him now.
Inwardly, he vowed that god may help Mr. Allen because after this whole ordeal was over, he would make him pay!
Unfortunately, it wasn't over for him yet – the torture had just begun.
Strong hands gripped his hips and Mr. Allen pulled back, the foreign object leaving his anal cavity again. The pulling sensation still burned and his relieve was only short-lived as the other thrust back into him again.
His hands dug into the carpet as his tormentor repeated his actions, thrusting into him again and again with gaining speed. Going harder and deeper.
Judge Morty muffled his screams by pressing his face more into the ground, almost suffocating himself in the process. He just wanted this to be over with. Just being somewhere else right now. Preferably, in his comfy recliner at home, watching some stupid TV show.
…just anywhere else than here right now.
However, it didn't seem to end. Every single minute stretching into an eternity as he helpless squirmed underneath his violator.
No chance to escape. No chance to fight back.
Only able to endure this pain and humiliation while he had to listen to Mr. Allen's disgusting groans of pleasure again…
Suddenly, a swirling green vortex appeared in the room out of thin air. It caught the attention of both, but as soon as a man stepped out of the portal, all eyes were on him.
The Rick looked at the scene before him with one raised eyebrow.
"Oh, man. I'm in the weird part of the central finite curve again." He mumbled and looked down at the device that he held in his hand. "I really need to start using a filter when I do random portal hopping like this…"
Seeing his chance since Mr. Allen was unfocused now, Judge Morty threw him off – the unsuspecting tormentor toppling over in surprise and dropping his gun in the process – and he dashed towards the prisoner's twin. No, actually he dashed towards the portal.
"Whoa!" The startled Rick shouted and moved to the side as he saw that Morty dashing at him and then vanishing through the rift in time and space without saying a word.
Both Ricks that were left behind stared in confusion at the swirling vortex, then they locked eyes and looked questioningly at each other.