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CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Like a razor-sharp cutlass the black man's icy words had cut into Judy's concentration. She hadn't even been aware of his approach, but from the look on his face it was obvious he had intended joining the group of men inside. She backed cautiously away from the man, but in so doing moved toward the little door through which Bert Karnstein had disappeared some minutes before.

Suddenly the door opened and a multitude of faces were peering at her. Before she was able to move, the black man was shoving her through the door, into the warehouse. It was heated with infra-red heaters hanging from the rafters.

Her heart trip-hammering in her breast, Judy turned to Bert, and said, "You won't get away with this, Bert. Give it up and leave right now, and I won't say anything to anyone."

"All my life I've been trying to score big," Bert Karnstein snarled. "This is my big chance, and I'm not gonna let you or anyone else louse it up. One big hit, and I'll have enough money to take off for Argentina and live the rest of my life like a king. You and that shitty Ann can both go to hell as far as I'm concerned."

"I'm going to have to report you," she insisted.

She tried moving toward the door to get out, but one of the men blocked her way, saying, "No you don't, lady. You aren't going anywhere. I vote that we cut your pretty throat and toss you into the bay. By the time they find you, we'll have finished our business and be long gone."

"No!" Bert shouted. "If she's killed and I'm found missing, they'll know I had something to do with it. I don't want a murder rap hanging over my head, even if they can't get to me. Who knows? They might change the extradition laws, and then I'll be up the creek. No killing."

"So then we have to hold onto her," one of the other men said.

"Yeah," Bert nodded, and he began salivating. "What's more, since she broke in and interrupted us, I figure I can make nice use of her. We can't break into that bank for another two hours, yet. My parole officer and I are gonna put on a nice show for you guys. I'll bet all of you'll love it."

Judy tried struggling, but hands held her tightly. Bert walked up to her and his hand caressed her face.

"Don't!" she gasped.

"But I will," he insisted. "Boys, get her coat off."

Two men pulled her coat off, yanking her purse from her shoulder at the same time. Bert reached out and grabbed at her shoulder. Judy tried pulling away as his finger, with a long, jagged nail, snared the thin fabric of her blue blouse. He pulled, ripping it down the middle as if it was tissue paper. The garment fell away in two tattered halves, exposing the white firmness of her twin breasts resting in the half-cups of her brassiere.

"Well will you guys look at that!" Bert gasped.

"How about alla us gettin' in on the action," someone yelled.

"Sure," Bert nodded. "But you guys wait for me to go first, huh. After all, she's my parole officer. I deserve first dibs, since she probably came down here because of me."

"No!" Judy shouted. "You can't do this! It's rape!"

"Yeah!" Bert nodded, and the arms of two of the men suddenly snaked around her, and in a quick, deft move, suddenly undid the snaps of her brassiere. One of them yanked the undergarment away, tearing the shoulder straps in the process, throwing it across the warehouse floor in his frenzied excitement.

Bert's eyes widened as he stared at the brown-haired woman's full, ripe breasts, two bulging, pink-tipped mounds, so perfectly formed, just waiting for his lips. This time it wouldn't be that dumpy looking Ann. This time it was going to be this luscious pussy, and she belonged to him, to Albert Karnstein.

"Get over here," Bert ordered, his voice growling, and this time Judy knew she had no choice other than to obey. Anything else would merely invite more manhandling by the other men, first, before the inevitable happened. Bert was eagerly staring at her, tearing off his clothing. Stark naked, he revealed that his penis was at its full, stiffened length.

"Whatever happens tonight," he told her, "I'm gonna end up with the memory of having fucked you, Miss Borgen. No matter where I go, it'll be a pleasant memory to take with me."

Judy tried backing away from him, but the other men were in her way and there was no chance of her escaping. She looked from side to side but suddenly found herself in the frenzied, sex-hungry clutches of the short, dark man with the Hitler mustache. He clung to her tightly, dragging her into the middle of the warehouse where the men formed a circle around them. Two of the men found an old alfalfa-stuffed mattress and dragged it into the middle of the place as Bert locked his lips hungrily on hers while his rough tongue began darting between her teeth, heatedly exploring the wet recesses of her quivering mouth.

His rough tongue darted between her even white teeth, exploring the inner recesses of her mouth. When he took his head from hers for a moment, he said to her, "I hope you enjoy my rangy breath, Miss Borgen. I just finished eating Ann's pussy before coming here, and I'm sure the flavor is being passed on to you."

Judy struggled, doing her best to pull away, trying hard to break his grip, but Bert clung tightly to her with his sweaty hands clamping them, like vises onto her forearms, pinching the muscles so painfully she felt the circulation starting to slow in her hands and wrists. He was kissing her chin and neck now, then his mouth slowly moved down the white expanse of her lovely chest.

The horrified woman felt her blood running cold in her veins as Bert Karnstein's voraciously sucking mouth neared the fleshy swell of her lovely, agitated breasts. Another instant passed, and they were heatedly clamped around the pinkish-brown halos surrounding her nipples. His hungrily slick tongue glistened as it swirled noisily across the hardening tips of her two quivering mammaries. His sharp teeth were biting, not at all playfully, on her swollen nipples, enjoying the rubbery sensation.

God! She felt as if she were being treated like some depraved prostitute. All she had done was try and bring a little sunshine into the life of two of her parolees, and for this she had to pay because she had misjudged this man. He was pure evil itself. He deserved to be put away once and for all. If there was ever a way to put him back in prison, she would go out of her way to put on his record that no way should he ever be considered for a parole. Judy was only slightly aware of being maneuvered toward the alfalfa mattress.

She was still on her feet, but the room seemed to be spinning, a whirling, dizzying kaleidoscope of horrible faces and colors heightened by the red color coming from the overhead heaters. Her feet were suddenly backed against the mattress, and with a hard shove from Albert Karnstein, she suddenly found herself being shoved, falling back across the mattress, the skirt she was wearing bunching up around her slender waist. Losing her balance, she found herself flat on her back, and the skinny little man with the almost-kinky black hair and the short, black mustache seemed to tower over her for the moment, looking more like a giant than the shrimp he was. True, his chest was muscular in spite of his skinniness, but that was because of the rough treatment he had undergone in prison, being used like a woman by all the studs.

"Please don't… please…" Judy whimpered, her voice futilely pleading. She, herself, knew that all the begging in the world would go unheeded by this horrible monster she had tried to reform. Nothing was going to stop him, now.

Bert leaned forward and lay on top of her, nibbling at the fullness of her breasts. Then he began licking a path down her belly, smiling, intent on letting her feel a little of his oral expertise. All the pussy eating he had done with Ann had, he felt, turned him into an expert cuntlapper.

He licked all the way down her right leg to her dimpled knee, then reversed direction and began working his way up, up, up… stopping just short of the flimsy panties at the intersection of her firm, fearfully trembling thighs. He was tasting nylon, and he hated that, and realized she was wearing pantyhose. With some quick pulls, he yanked the pantyhose from her and began licking her bare white flesh. Judy tried fighting the feeling starting to mount in her, for in spite of the horror taking place, arousal was starting to course its way through her. Still, she didn't want to give this rotten animal the satisfaction of seeing her respond to his lustful advances.

In spite of her intentions, the lovely woman found herself rapidly losing control of herself. She started moaning as the man's hot lips began nibbling steadfastly in one spot, mere inches away from the sparsely haired furrow of her vagina, protected only by a thin strip of blue panty crotch. His wicked hands slid easily over her tautly smooth belly now as he loosened her skirt and pulled it down over her hips. She didn't struggle any longer. All that stood between her cunt and his mouth right now were her panties.

His hands slid across her body and fastened on her jutting breasts, squeezing with his open palms and pinching her tender flesh in ridges between his fingers.

Judy's mind was reeling. She had been prepared for the worst – for agonizing pain from a man as evil as this one, for abject humiliation and sordid degradation, but she had not expected this. Ann had apparently taught him something of the art of seduction, and he was using this knowledge on her, now.

The female parole officer's legs were parting of their own volition, opening up and revealing the richness of her wetly pink slit which, even though covered by her blue panties, was easily visible to Bert's hungry stare since her panties were made of such transparent nylon.

Her rich, pink cunt looked like a long sought after treasure to him, and he inhaled the richness of her interior fragrance, enjoying it.

"You even smell better than Ann," he told her.

"Go on Bert," one of the other men laughingly yelled, "She's split her thighs for you. Go on and eat! That's what she's begging you to do. Eat, man!"

"Take those panties off!" Bert ordered, and Judy knew she had no alternative but to do as he ordered.

Her hands slid down the sides of her body, and she tugged her panties down, pulling them off. She was surprised at the gentleness of Bert Karnstein's hands brushing apart the softly curling hairs of her tender vagina, using his thumbs to spread the heatedly wet layers of inner flesh. He leaned forward at the same time and without warning suddenly clamped his hungry mouth over the pink, pearl-shaped bud of her clitoris.

"Aaaiiiyyyaaagghhh!"

Judy's entire body suddenly arched off the mattress, inwardly shattered with a searing blast of animal desire she was unable to control. It wasn't that Bert Karnstein was such a great lover as he supposed. Her body had been awakened to the true need for sex by Al Bombannente, and the two of them hadn't gotten it on together since the previous Sunday morning. Here it was Wednesday night. Her body was more than starved for sex, it was in dire need of it.

Again Bert began the tormented nibbling of her tender clitoris, while at the same time his hands were anxiously massaging the flat of her tender white belly.

"Ohhhh… hhhhuuuunnnhbhh… please… please… please… more, more, more…" she begged.

But her cry was more than one of anguished helplessness. It was a plea that thrilled Bert Karnstein, making him think his was the greatest cuntlapping mouth in existence. His quivering tongue began snaking into the depths of her heatedly wet, womanly tunnel, worming between the soft, almost-soluble inner walls, slurping out the juices she was emitting, then licking along the wet furrow outside until he was lapping at her clitoris. One of his hands was shoved underneath her, rubbing the two rounded cheeks of her bouncing butt, one of his fingers pressing against the puckered ring of her anus. The other hand was climbing back up to the damp slit of her widely stretched vagina, and on reaching it, he slid his outstretched middle finger easily into the warm shelter of her violently trembling vagina, pushing back the tight, fleshy walls that closed so heatedly around it.

"Christ, Miss Borgen, you have to have the tightest pussy I've ever fingered," Bert gasped, as if he were an expert on vaginas instead of having touched only one other one. "Man, it's gonna be something to pump into this hot cunt of yours."

He tugged his finger momentarily from her wetly heated inner tunnel and spread even wider the ragged pink lips of her empty cunt. Then he pushed his face against it, his tongue sinking inside, licking hungrily at her wetly perfumed vaginal slash, lapping at her oozing vaginal juices and swallowing everything eagerly down, relishing the taste of her femininity.

Judy opened her mouth, wanting to cry out against all this, but all that came from her throat was a soulful whine – a moan. She was writhing frenetically now, quivering at his agonizing touch, slamming the whole of her lust-heated loins solidly against the small man's anxious face, inundating his mustache with her juices.

Her body was empty even with his tongue licking away at her, and she was inwardly aching for more, aching to feel a penis driving inside her. It was the only thing that would answer the lustful torturing sensations raging hotly in depths of her writhing, naked belly. She needed to be fucked!

Bert used his hands to grip her two ankles as he came up for air and settled back on his knees. With a single twist he made Judy roll over on her belly, and then commanded, "Up on your knees, Miss Borgen."

Judy instantly obeyed. She would have done anything and everything possible to curb the frenzied need rippling incessantly in the depths of her wanton vagina. The alfalfa mattress was soft, so soft she almost felt the floor through it as it gave with her weight. Still, she gripped the edges securely, bracing herself as she rose to her elbow and knees, her naked white buttocks waving like a signal flag, semaphoring a message of lust to the tiny man now on his knees behind her.

Bert gripped the soft flesh of the lovely woman's rounded buttocks and dug his fingers into them, hoisting her up and turning her wetly glistening vagina up at an even more acute angle. Judy felt one hand slip away from her vagina, and then realized he was spreading the soft, pliable lips of her cunt even farther apart.

Bert looked down at his slenderly throbbing little wand, poised as it was, a mere inch from the opening of Judy's pink-lipped pussy. Never once taking his eyes off his rigid staff, he watched with glee as the rubbery head slowly but surely moved closer and closer to her teeming pussy, millimeter by millimeter. Her vaginal lips quivered in anticipation, waiting, aching, needing, yet hating the man for having done this to her.

The skinny little man with the mustache eased himself forward onto the tensed body of the young parole officer as she remained on her hands and knees. Eagerly his pulsating cock touched the lips of her vagina, and then slowly but surely slipped into the tightness of her sucking pussy, parting the tenderly soft pubic hairs with the skinny little tip of his throbbing penis. The moment the head pushed between her inner labia and probed into her vaginal tightness, the resilient folds of her flowing cunt closed tightly over the bulbous tip, making him hold it there, immobile. It was barely inside her, and Bert Karnstein knew this was going to be the greatest lay of his life, though he had only one other cunt with which to compare this pussy. He remained on his knees, rocking his cock back and forth, teasing her, intensifying the uncontrollable desire continuing to build in her wantonly wiggling body.

Jesus H. Christ! What a tight, fucking pussy! He found it difficult to believe there was a cunt in the whole world tighter than that of Judy Borgen. It felt so delightful gripping his aching cock, squeezing it like a strong fist, tugging and yanking him that much deeper into the sucking interior of her anxiously devouring vaginal grotto.

Bert maintained his rigidly long penis inside her for several minutes, a mere inch or two of it nestled in the wet tightness of her vaginal passageway. He continued rocking it in and out of her, a little at a time, driving the lovely woman insane with the insistence of his rhythmic strokes. The tightly clasping walls of her shuddering vagina seemed to have come to life, constantly throbbing, pulsating, gripping at the length of his invading maleness, desperately trying to tug the length of it into her narrow, shamelessly aroused passageway. His teasing was driving Judy out of her mind.

"Ohhhh, ahhhh. I can't stand it anymore!" she cried out. "I can't stand it! Fuck me! Please… please… fuck me… fuck me deep… fuck me hard! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she groaned in desperation, her mind spinning wildly out of control. Judy was well aware of why she was feeling this way but she felt no affection for Bert Karnstein, nor did she blame Al Bombannente. If it hadn't been Al, if would eventually have been some other male who would have brought her repressed sexuality to the surface. The lovely young woman's constant plea acted as a goad to the heavily perspiring skinny little man kneeling behind her, and he no longer cared about taking his time taunting, or teasing. Now nothing counted other than feeling the pleasure his penis would receive ramming into the depths of her starving inner feminine tunnel.

With a quick, smooth snap of his hips, the little man sank his slender wand to the hilt into Judy's aching vagina, slamming his loins solidly forward until his weighty balls slapped between her thighs. Judy gasped out loud, unleashing an animal cry of totally wanton pleasure, then panted even more heavily as he began moving his tiny cock in and out all the more rapidly. Oh God! She wished the penis were longer so it would be able to reach to the deepest part of her. Still the savage way he was driving in and out of her trembling body thrilled her as he tried sinking his little wang farther into her quaking belly. Her entire physical self was jerking in total obscene abandonment, a constant cry escaping from her half-open lips, her face a mask of contorted features looking primitive with savage lust as insanely raging desires took total control of her quivering body. Heavy beads of perspiration ran down her smoothly naked thighs and mingled with other rivulets of heavy sweat pouring from the body of Bert Karnstein.

"Huuunnnnhhhh!" she gasped. "Yes, yes, yes, harder, harder, harderrr… slam it into me harder… and deeper!"

The anguished woman was completely mindless of the fact that she was being observed by seven other men. She continued chanting and begging Bert to ram his cock that much harder and deeper into her.

Bert had known Ann to be a wild woman, but Ann was tame compared to the female parole officer he was presently fucking. The bitch was so aflame, she seemed ready to explode. He yelled, "You asked for it, honey, so here it comes!"

Bert groaned, grasping the fleshy curve of her pouting pelvis, tugging hairs loose in the process as he forced her to thrust her body all the harder toward his loins. This caused her to cry out all the more shrilly as she was thrillingly skewered on what little length he had. He thrilled to the raw, smooth flesh of her soft vagina tightly clenching and unclenching in perfect time with his violently plundering thrusts. It sucked heatedly on the short, slender length of his tiny cock. The beautiful woman's breasts were being pushed into the alfalfa mattress, mashed, while her buttocks continued to obscenely wave in the air. Her eyes and nostrils widely flared like those of a crazed animal.

For all his shortness of size, Bert Karnstein was a strong man, and he reached under Judy and lifted her bodily off the mattress as she continued to push back solidly against him, forcing every iron-solid inch of his short, white shaft deeper and deeper into her squeezing belly.

The hot eyes of their staring audience were wide with astonishment as everyone watched the glistening little poker continually slithering in and out of the tightness of Judy's squeezing pussy.

"Attaboy Bert, give it to her good!" one of the men cheered out loud amidst the partings of the others.

Judy knew she was rapidly nearing her orgasm, and though she hated the man giving it to her, she needed that climax very much. Her wildly gyrating buttocks swung uncontrollably from side to side in a madly savage passion as the man's slender but powerful arms – muscles bunched and rippling under his skinniness – tugged her writhing ass all the harder against his nearly bursting, lust-inflamed penis.

"aaaaiiiiyyyyaaaagggghhhhuuuunnnnggghhhhaaaagggghhh…gggghhhhaaaarrrrgggghhhhaaaagggghhhhh!" Judy suddenly screamed.

Bert didn't slow his virulent strokings for a single instant. Instead, he rammed each violently long probe of his cock to the hilt inside her, straining his aching loins forward so that not one little bit of it was left outside the naked white body of the lovely female parole officer's hungrily sucking pussy. Her beautiful body arched, her nakedly gleaming white behind going high in the air as she pushed up and back, against her uninvited lover.

She shrieked like an animal gone mad as her orgasm continued building because the tiny penis was incapable of making her feel the completely overwhelming sensation all at once. The impaled woman continued convulsing, quivering all over as her orgasmic juices washed over the throbbing length of his steaming cock, the oils flowing over his testicles and running down the tender insides of her thighs.

Bert Karnstein knew his own orgasm was there, Jesus! He hadn't thought he would be able to hold out this long, but he did. However there was a painful tide in his balls that refused to be held back any longer. His harsh fingers bit into the soft, fleshy cheeks of the lovely woman's buttocks as he felt the pain intensify in his testicles. His strokes grew more and more vicious, faster, deeper, harder, longer, louder…

"Uuunnnnhhhh… uuuunnnnhhh… uuuuunnnnhhhh…" Judy gasped, punctuating his every thrust with a loud, soulful cry, continually grinding her upturned buttocks back against his slender masculine, hairless loins. Then, with a loud, relieved, "Ohhhhhh… yyyyeeeeaaaahhhii… hhhhaaa aannnnhhhh… aaaarrrrggghhh… oooohhhhwwwwaaaawwww… gggghhhh… aaannnngggghhhhhh… uuggghh…" the wildly throbbing penis exploded inside the impaled lips of the wildly drugged-with-sex young woman, filling her tender belly with heavy torrents of seething sperm. The fluid shot as far as possible into her womb, and at that moment Judy was grateful she was on the Pill. Over and over again his short, rigidly throbbing penis fired into her with spasmodic jerks, shooting into her wetly clasping inner passageway. After a seeming eternity, with a sudden grunt, he pulled out and flopped onto the floor.

"Hey, it's my turn now," the black man yelled. "I found her outside, listening to us. Lemmee into her."

Before anyone else was able to say anything, a bullhorn sounded outside the warehouse, and a voice was heard saying, "You people in the warehouse. This is the police. All of you, come out with your hands up. You have sixty seconds to reply."

"Cops!" Bert Karnstein gasped. "I should've guessed you wouldn't come here alone. Okay, guys, we're ready for this. Come on!"

The eight men ran to various parts of the warehouse and pulled back cloths, revealing trunks, boxes, and containers. They broke open the boxes and pulled out rifles, pistols, and gas masks. Bert Karnstein was hurriedly struggling into his clothing while the naked Judy lay helplessly on the floor. Once he was dressed, he grabbed her and pulled her to the rear of the warehouse.

"Now!" he yelled at the other seven, and they poked their guns through various windows and began a fusillade of heavy firing. There was no return fire for the moment, and Bert Karnstein led Judy to a side of the warehouse where there was a trapdoor. "Everyone out!" he yelled.

The others all ran to the other side of the warehouse and opened a door directly over San Francisco Bay. There was a motor launch waiting down there, and they jumped in as tear gas bombs were lobbed through the broken window.

Bert dragged the naked Judy through the trap-door nearest them, and he led her down a flight of steps so that they were under a pier.

"One word outta you," he told be pointing the pistol he was carrying at her, "and I'll blow your fucking head off. This is all your fault. Well I'm not gonna rot in another prison, this time. They're gonna have to kill me before they'll take me back, but before I die, I'm gonna let the whole fuckin' world know how my sweet parole officer introduced me to other women so I would be able to fuck them. When they see you all naked like this, they'll think you were so hot for my body, you came with me, even knowing what I was gonna do. When they see my jism in your pussy, they'll believe it. Even if I don't get to say a word, they're gonna wanna know why my parole officer was with me, out here, all naked. I got you good, you bitch!"

He led her to the rear of the underside of the pier, and they crouched and waited. Judy was shivering in the cold as she heard the sound of the speedboat pulling away with the others in it. She saw lights from another part of the water, and she realized the police had called in one of their own patrol boats, and it was trying to head off the speedboat. The seven men in the speedboat began firing at the patrol boat, and the police continued chasing them without firing back.

"They think you're out there in that boat with those guys," Bert Karnstein explained. "That's why those dumb cops aren't shooting back. They don't wanna risk hitting you. They don't know I got you down here. Now come on!"

He tugged her along with him and they crossed from beneath one pier to yet another, and then to a third. It was hard going because cold water was lapping at Judy's feet, and in the shivery December temperature, she felt as if her feet were encased in ice.

When they finally emerged from beneath the docks, they were a block away from the police cordon. Bert Karnstein shoved the naked Judy in front of him, and they would have gotten away had he not pushed her under one of the few dock street-lamps. The light, shining on her white skin, made her stand out for a moment, drawing the attention of three policeman standing on the fringe of the cordon.

"Hey, you!" one of them shouted. "Halt!"

The three policemen began running toward them, and Bert tried forcing Judy to run with him. Her feet were frozen and she was barely able to move. He decided he would be better off trying to run by himself, and he threw her to the ground.

"I'm not gonna shoot you," he told her. "It'll be a lot more disgraceful for you to try explaining why you're naked this way, to the cops. So long, Miss Parole Officer."

Judy lay there, unable to move, watching the little man run. He was fast, but the police were just as fast. When a squad car pulled away and took after him, he whirled and began shooting. As a result, the policemen, seeing him alone, fired back.

Bert Karnstein was a hardy man. It took five bullets to bring him down, and all five were in potentially lethal areas. Two had penetrated his lungs, one had burst his spleen, and a fourth had smashed one of his kidneys, and the last one was lodged in his liver.

Blood bubbled from his mouth, and while he was dying it was impossible for him to make any kind of statement. He lay there and died while one of the policemen took off his jacket and wrapped it around Judy.