Witness abused

Kathy was very nervous as she left the courtroom for the last time. Giving evidence of her horrifying experience of being groomed, abused and forced into prostitution had left her physically and mentally drained. She was anxious to get a new identity and proper post traumatic stress treatment.

“Kathy, the Judge would like a word if you don’t mind, he is in his chambers,” her minder a Police Inspector known as “George” told her.

She didn’t mind at all. The nightmare was over. Her abusers were going to prison for between 10 and 22 years.

The Judge reminded her of her grand dad. A greying middle aged man, slightly flabby around the waist and jowls but with twinkling eyes.

“Ah the hero of the hour!” he laughed as she walked in.

“Not really,” she replied shyly.

“But my dear your testimony put those bally foreigners away for a long long time,” he simpered, “We really can’t have those sorts screwing nice white girls can we.”

“Er, I’m not racist,” Kathy demurred.

“I know, fucking all types,” the Judge agreed, “Asians mainly and those ghastly afro carribeans, oh my dear I really felt for you.”

“They were nice to me to begin with,” she explained.

“Of course,” the judge agreed, “But that’s because they are cock obsessed animals and you’re a horny little slut who drops her knickers for a lollipop and a bag of chips.”

“No!” she protested.

“Really?” the judge asked, “I would willingly bet your little pussy is lovely and moist as we speak.”

“What!” she snapped.

“Well you haven’t had it for, what six hours?” the Judge observed, “You really must be gagging for it.”

“No!” she snapped, “Look if you don’t stop being rude I’ll report you!”

“Look,” George said helpfully, “It’s no good taking your frustrations out on his worship, just drop your knickers, bend over the coffee table and let his worship soothe your frustrations.”

“I don’t know what sort of girl you think I am,” she demanded.

“A whore, someone who fucks all comers,” the judge explained, “Now knickers down and put a couple of fingers up and make yourself feel all nice.”

“Fuck you mate!” she snapped and went to slap the judge.

George’s tazer crackled and Kathy gasped in pain. “Knickers off,” George insisted.

“I’ll report you!” Kathy threatened.

“Really?” George queried, “Don’t you think your Asian friends would bang in an appeal if you claimed the Judge and I spit roasted you over the desk in his chambers?”

“Oh god, this isn’t right!” Kathy insisted.

“Slip your dress off, I want to suck your tits,” George whispered as he stood behind her and cupped her breasts and began to gently caress her nipples.

“While I just want to bang you from behind,” his worship added, “Go on don’t spoil it.”

Kathy squirmed awkwardly as pleasant sensations started to churn in her breasts and crotch. It was so long since anyone had touched her. She missed it. She needed it.

“OK, OK, fifty quid ok?” she snapped as she pulled down her flimsy white knickers to reveal her well worn but still hairless cunt.

George pulled her dress up and over her head as his worship dropped his striped trousers and pulled an incongruous black condom onto his distinctly modest but very excited cock

George released her bra strap and helped her to bend over the judge’s table. The judge eased his cock against her quim and pushed gently. His cock slid easily inside her

George too had his cock out, “Suck my darling,” he whispered, “If you don’t want to be tazered again.”

Kathy opened her mouth wide and allowed George to push his cock deep in her mouth. At least it was nice and clean.

“That’s lovely,” he said, “You’re a natural, a sweet lovely cock sucking slut whore,” and he gently ruffled her hair.

Kathy relaxed. The cock felt good inside her puss. George was nice and gentle, just letting her suck his cock instead of fucking her mouth roughly like some men did. Ruffling her hair instead of trying to pull it out. Real gentlemen.

Her back was hurting, she wriggled her hips to hurry hs worship up and flicked her tongue over George’s balls to try and make him cum. It worked. George shot his load straight down her throat and his worship started grunting like a pig. She didn’t actually feel him cum but he pulled out so she assumed he had.

“That was very pleasant my dear,” his worship sighed, “Very pleasant, no wonder those animals sought you out.”

“Bastard,” she swore.

“But from now on my dear your life will be different,” His worship beamed, “We shall find you a whole new clientele, not asians or foreigners, decent white chaps who know how to treat a little cum whore.”

“Fuck that!” Kathy snapped, “You wait till I tell the reporters!”

George handed Kathy her clothes, he opened the office door and ushered Kathy out.

“The bastards raped me!” she blurted out as she saw a police constable standing there.

“Oh dear Miss, lets sit down and I’ll take a statement,” he said helpfully and ushered her into another room. Ten policemen and Rover the German Sheperd police dog were sitting listening to a briefing from their chief.

“The bastards raped me,” she snapped, “The Judge and” she stopped. They were ogling her.

“Very highly recommended by our Asian chums,” George laughed as he locked the door, “Get you kit off love we don’t have all day.”

“No, I’m not that sort of girl!” Kathy protested. Willing hands stripped her dress and bra off, someone handcuffed her hands behind her, someone else bent her over and cuffed her ankles to her wrists, bending her awkwardly but not before removing her skimpy white panties.

She gasped as two burly officers held her while the chief casually dropped his trousers and rolled a condom onto his very excited penis, The dark blue veins stood out plainly against his pale skin. Kathy hoped he didn’t have a heart attack inside her then changed her mind and hoped he did.

“Not here you fools in the locker room,” George chided.

The officers carried her through into the locker room as easily as if she was a rag doll. The senior officer followed with his trousers sort of at half mast.

The locker room had a cold tiled floor, designed to be washed down easily. Kathy hoped they wouldn’t fuck her on the cold tiles and her wish was granted as they held her helplessly at just the right height for their boss to slide his cock deep inside her.

“For fucks sake straight in, what a fucking slag,” he observed casually, “What a fucking waste of fucking time messing about with lying little slags like you.”

“Can we all fuck her sir?” a Constable asked hopefully.

“Well Sally can’t she’s a girl, not sure about Rover, do you do Dogs as well as cows cats and horses?” he enquired.

“Piss off pig!” Kathy snapped, “The only fucking animals I fuck are you filthy pigs!”

“And every fucking Asian from her to Barnsley,” a Constable reminded her.

“Well time flies, you lot spunk off over her, while she licks Sally out, piss on it if you like,” he added, then he asked, “Do you like that!”

Kathy heard him, she didn’t answer. It felt fantastic, like she was floating as his modest cock gently pleasured her. A long sweet orgasm bubbled gently in her pussy and then spread outwards and upwards through her nipples and into her brain.

Suddenly he was finished and pulled out. Handcuffs were removed and she was thrust forward as Sally dropped her trousers and guided Kathy’s pretty mouth down into her waiting crotch. “Lick me out bitch,” Sally whispered, “Make me cum.”

Kathy started to nibble at Sally’s labia. She didn’t see the officers forming a ring around her, or hear them open their flies and remove their erect penises.

She heard the grunts as they wanked over her. she felt the dollops of cum on her back and ass as one by one they spunked over her, and she felt the warm jets of piss as the pissed all over her, everywhere except her hair.

Sally didn’t cum but admitted she very much enjoyed Kathy’s tongue and would be sure to look her up when she started turning tricks again. The officers made themselves decent again and when they were ready they all walked out as if nothing had happened.

George stayed with Kathy. He brought her her clothes and made her clean herself up in the wash basin but only after sher had wiped up every single spot of piss and cum on the locker room floor.

He combed her hair with his own comb and when he was satisfied that she looked presentable he kissed her cheek and said, “Ready to go?”

“I, I guess so.” she agreed.

“Remember,” George reminded her, “One word and all those low life animals will get off on appeal, no one will believe you.”

Kathy nodded and George guided her down past the cells and out of the rear entrance to the court building and to an old ford car which George chivalrously opened the passenger door for her.

They drove for a few minutes, out of the city and up into the hills to the local dogging point.

There was no one there. “I was going to let you have a nice wank but there’s no one watching so there’s not much point.”

“Look there’s a squirrel!” Kathy said excitedly.

“I don’t think you can fuck a squirrel, cock’s too small see,” George observed.

“I don’t want to. I just like watching them, and birds.” Kathy explained.

“Ah bird watching, out on the marshes in a hide, me and the missus had a lot of fun, nothing beats watching birdies while fucking the missus up the ass,” George confided.

“You’re married?” she asked.

“Divorced,” he admitted, “I got clap fucking one of you slappers and gave it her, she was not impressed.”

“Kids?” she asked.

“Two boys,” he replied, “Its all very civilised, but you know, it’s not right waking up alone and having to have an early morning wank.”

“I don’t remember waking up with someone,” Kathy confessed, “I usually get chucked out before I’m awake.”

The car grew cold.

George started the engine. Kathy rested her head on George’s shoulder. George slipped his hand into Kathy’s dress and started to squeeze her left nipple.

“Mmm that’s nice,” she cooed.

Another car rolled in. “That’s Harry, do what ever he want’s and tell him to drop you off here when he’s finished.” George ordered as he handed her a slip of paper with an address on it.

“No, I like it here with you, I feel safe,” Kathy replied she kissed him. “You can put you hand in my panties if you like,” she whispered, “Turn me on and fuck me bare back if you like.”

“No, go and get in Harry’s car,” George insisted, “He’ll look after you.” He reached across and opened the door.

“No!” Kathy snapped, but he put hos shoulder against her and pushed her out of the car.

“Have a good time,” George laughed and starting the motor he drove slowly away.