5 comments/ 134165 views/ 17 favorites Judging Kimmy By: doctor_devon This story is one of fantasy and it is not to imply that I approve or condone blackmail or rape. The people mentioned in this story are made up and any resemblance to someone real is strictly a coincidence. I will never forget the day that package arrived in the mail, that plain small box that would forever change my life. First off, let me tell you about myself. My name is Kimberly. I am a 38-year-old white female who works out all the time, keeping my body youthful and tight. Working since I was 17 on my law degree, I never took the time to consider a family. My long-term boyfriend, Eric, is resigned to the fact that I may never settle down and have kids. Having graduated young from law school with honors and through hard work, I became the youngest female ever to be appointed as a judge on the state supreme court. I mention this, as it is part of the reason I have found myself in the situation I am in now. Last year, a man in my court was convicted on five counts of rape. The jury returned the verdict; I went with the maximum sentence of life imprisonment without the possibility of parole. Lenny Wilson would never see freedom again! I remember the look he gave me as he was led out of the courtroom and while I was pleased with the outcome, the look actually gave me a chill. A few months ago, I was at a large get-together of attorneys, judges, and high-end law enforcement types, the works. It was supposed to be a clinic on matters facing the community today, but like most of these things, it ended up being a reason for people to socialize and get drunk. I was no different. While I am anything but a lush, it is nice to get intoxicated once in a while and forget all the crap that I deal with in my courtroom each and every day. It was a Friday and I did not need to worry about the job for three days as it was a holiday weekend. While those types of events are normally same old, same old, this one ended differently. Differently, how else can I explain it? I awoke in a motel room, naked, with obvious signs that I had sex... with someone, but whom? I remember thinking that I must have gone to far with the alcohol this time, as I had never experienced a blackout before. I worried about the normal things one might expect; will my boyfriend find out? Was it someone from my office? I had no concerns about getting pregnant as I have been on the pill forever and the types of people at those events are really not the type to have something they could not get rid of, like HIV. Weeks passed and while it occasionally passed through my mind, I had pretty much chalked it up to experience. Note to self; do not drink much at those events. Then there was the package on my doorstep that Friday when I arrived home. I took it inside and after I stripped down to my panties, put on my silk robe and poured myself a glass of wine, I opened it. There was a videotape in the package and an envelope. The envelope had written on it, "watch video first." Well, it would not be the first time I got something at home related to a case in my courtroom. I put the tape in the VCR and hit play. I froze! On the screen of my big screen TV was me, naked, having sex with two black guys. That was not the worst of it, my blood ran even colder as I then recognized one of the boys.... It was Devon Wilson, Lenny Wilson's younger brother. I remembered him from the courtroom. He was... Oh My GOD... 18 years old! My eyes transfixed on what was unfolding on the screen. These two boys were using me like a whore and the appearance was that I was enjoying it! How the hell??? Then I recognized the room... it was the same motel room that I remembered waking up in. I was dazed, my brain swimming, heart pounding. I kept asking myself... How... Then I ripped opened the letter. It was short, hand written from Lenny Wilson. It read: "By now you realize your mistake bitch! Both the boys in that video are 18 years old. One of them is my brother and you know what can happen to you for having a relationship with a family member of an inmate you put away. You see, he will say that you offered to lighten my sentence if he had sex with you. Here is the deal; that tape goes public unless you do everything I say from this point on... and I MEAN EVERYHING! You will start by returning to that motel room at 8 PM TONIGHT! Someone will be there to meet you and you will do what he says as if it came right from my own mouth! If I hear tomorrow that you did not show, you will be the big news story tomorrow evening!" I sat there, dumbfounded, unable to take my eyes off the screen of my TV. I watched as the two boys took turns sliding their cocks in my mouth, laughing as the told me to masturbate and I did so without question. Suddenly, I realized with shock that my hand had dropped between my legs and I was absent-mindedly massaging my pussy through my panties. What the hell... I was even a little wet. The humiliation hit me and I ran to the VCR to shut off the tape. I noticed as I reached for the stop button that one of the boys had cum on my face! My head started spinning and the last thing I remembered were my legs feeling weak just before I passed out. When I came to, the phone was ringing. I panicked, as I had no idea what time it was. I looked at the clock as I grabbed the phone; it was almost seven. The call was from my boyfriend Eric. "Hey Kimmy, you about ready?" He asked. I had totally forgotten that we had a date. I stammered, "Um, Eric, something came up and I am going to need to postpone our date." I could tell he was disappointed and it broke my heart that I could not tell him what was going on. How could I? As much as we loved each other, there was no way anyone could know about that tape. No way I could chance it going public. I knew in my mind that I had been raped, that somehow something must have been slipped into my drink at the event, but none of that mattered now. I did not have time to consider options. I very quickly showered and got dressed; putting on a business type suit for some reason I could not explain. Perhaps it was because that this was how I normally dressed for work under my judge's robe. It gave me a feeling of control to wear it. Fine, 7:30 PM and I was in my car headed for the motel. I pulled up almost exactly at 8:00. I wasted no time getting to the room on the ground floor, at the very end of the back building. I saw that the curtains were open and there was a single light on in the room. My watch beeped 8:00 and I knocked on the door. I was mortified when Devon Wilson himself opened the door. I looked in and saw no one else. "Get in here bitch!" was all he said. I stepped inside, anger starting to overcome the fear I had been experiencing. I said, "Look young man, this is a felony that you are involved in. Do you really want to end up like your brother?" I never even saw him move when I felt his hand slap my face, hard. I stumbled backwards towards the bed. "Look bitch," he began, "my bro was always there for me until you sent him away forever! Now you gonna pay cunt!" I started to say something when another slap hit me, even harder this time, and I fell to the floor next to the bed. Devon pushed play on the VCR in the room and with horror and humiliation; I was faced again with the images of me with the two boys. The effect was immediate, I was again frozen, transfixed on the TV. As I watched, Devon explained to me that Lenny "owned" people in the police department, prison, and even the court system. However, I was one that at the time, he could not influence. Still, he used his contacts to set me up for this blackmail and there was no way out of it. I stared at the TV, saying nothing but knowing that he was right. I was helpless. It was then that I started to cry. "Please Devon, I have money, I will pay for the tape." He grabbed my hair and pulled my head towards him, breaking my gaze from the TV. "I don't want your money bitch! I want to make your life hell for making mine and Lenny's lives hell!" The fear returned ten-fold. "Now bitch, strip to your panties!" Without conscious thought, I began removing my clothes, crying even harder. When I was down to my panties, he took my clothes and left the room, telling me not to move. I became very aware of the open curtains, filling with more fear knowing that someone could walk by and see me exposed, an officer of the court, a respected judge. Yet, my attention was drawn back to the TV. It was after the one boy had cum on my face and Devon had me bent over, fucking me doggy style. While I did not consider myself as prejudiced, I had never even considered the possibility of being with a black man. Yet, here I was watching myself on the tape with two. That was when I felt it again... arousal! NO! This could not be happening! I was raped, by two black boys and had become the pawn of a rapist that I put in prison for life! Why the hell was I getting aroused? The thoughts humiliated me even more, which seemed to effect the arousal... making it more intense. God! My thoughts were interrupted by Devon returning from outside. "I put your clothes and keys in the trunk of my car bitch! You cannot leave unless you plan to walk out of here naked!" Then without a word, he slid a finger in my pussy. As I feared, I had become a little wet and he laughed. "You fucking slut, you are enjoying this!" I began to protest and for some stupid reason, argue the point, when he slapped me again. "I said, you are enjoying this, ain't you slut?" The tears began anew and I simply said, "yes." Another slap hit me, "What bitch? I can't hear you!" "Yes, sir." I said louder as a new form of humiliation hit me. Here I was, being used by someone 20 years younger then me. The thought shot from my brain to my pussy and I knew that I had become even wetter. "Play with your pussy bitch; show me again how you take care of yourself." My hand shot into my panties, I was soaked. As I massaged my clit, the thought that the curtains were open, the door unlocked, the TV was showing a porno of me with two black men and my arousal all hit me at once. It was all I could do to stand. I felt hot, my head spinning, my face flush, the humiliation overwhelming me. I orgasmed. Oh my god... I could not recall if I had ever experienced such an intense orgasm in my life. It was then that I noticed the camcorder in his hand. Shit, he was taping this also? That would be TWO tapes they would have of me! While I had orgasmed, for some reason, I had not stopped rubbing my pussy. I noticed that I was rubbing it even harder now. Never in my life had I been multi-orgasmic, yet here, in this room, being violated by this person, I came again! It was perhaps even more intense then the first one and I fell to my knees. While it almost seemed that this was happening to someone else, my thoughts cleared a bit and I knew that even with what I had just been through, I was still rubbing my pussy. I was... abusing it. I was rubbing it so hard that it hurt, especially since it was so sensitive after the two orgasms. Why was I doing this? Why did I not stop? I realized at that moment, for the first time in my life, I felt that I needed to be abused somehow. I had been prim and proper all my life, controlling every single aspect of it... now I was helpless and something inside me snapped. I felt another orgasm about to hit when Devon said, "Stop!" I almost cried as I pulled my hand away... this time because I was not allowed to continue. He told me to get on the bed. I did without question. He tossed a duffel bag next to me and told me to open it. Inside, there were several different dildos and other items that, while I never thought myself naive, I had no idea what they were. The Camcorder still rolling, he told me to tell anyone watching the tape what I was. I lay there a moment... then the words just flowed out of me. "I am a slut, a slut for black cock." I had not touched myself since Devon told me to stop, and yet, saying those words almost made me orgasm. I knew that anyone could see that and hear what I just said, without any force from Devon; I just admitted I was a slut. What would my co-workers think? My god, what would Eric think... my parents...? Devon told me to remove my panties. I did and noticed that they were extremely wet with my juices. He then said, "Put them in your mouth." My brain hesitated but my hand simply waded them up and shoved them in my mouth. I could taste myself and realized that my breathing was now a little restricted. I could feel my arousal increase again. "Fuck yourself slut!" was all Devon said. I grabbed the largest dildo I could see and shoved it into my pussy. It hurt a little as it was an easy 10 inch dildo and very large around too. The pain shot to my brain and the thoughts of abusing myself returned. The orgasm I had been denied came back with a vengeance! MY GOD! I had only been masturbating a minute when it hit! I shoved the dildo as deep and it would go as my labored breathing through my nose almost caused me to pass out from lack of oxygen. The pain from that large of a dildo being forced into me seemed to draw the orgasm out even longer. I could feel my juices dripping towards my asshole. I had about stopped cumming when I noticed Devon standing next to the bed, his teen-age cock fully erect, I noticed that even as young as he was, he was still larger then Eric. He bent down and shoved an odd shaped dildo into my ass in one brutal thrust, my juices acting as lubricant! I realized that the odd shape prevented it from coming out and I orgasmed again from the pain and humiliation as he violated my virgin asshole! He pulled the panties from my mouth and replaced them with his cock. This was no blowjob; he was face fucking me! Each thrust threatened to make me gag and spit up. He put the panties over my nose and my breathing was even more restricted, it was all I could do to breath at all, and with each little bit of air I got, I smelled my own pussy. As I realized this, I also realized that I had renewed the assault on my pussy, ramming the dildo hard in and out of my cunt. I could feel it moving the anal plug around and I resumed the attack on my clit with my free hand. I was not just rubbing my clit hard this time; every few seconds of rubbing, I would slap it hard. Suddenly and without warning, Devon pulled out and shot his cum all over my face. I had seen this in the video of me, but it is not something that I had ever done before. This added humiliation sent me over the edge yet again and I passed out from the orgasm. I awoke as Devon roughly pulled the anal plug from my asshole. I was drenched in sweat, cum and my own juices. I noticed that the camcorder was now off and that my clothes were on the chair. The TV was off, but the curtains were still open and the door still unlocked. Devon simply said, "We will be in touch slut." He left me there in the silence. Everything was running through my mind. I was still terrified knowing that there was nothing I could do but comply with their every command. Everything that just happened ran through my mind like the video on the TV and I found myself masturbating again. What was it, five or six orgasms I had experienced, when for my entire life, I had only experienced one at a time... and here I was alone, having just been raped and used, masturbating again... knowing this time that it was MYSELF that was raping ME! I thought about the open curtains and the unlocked door, knowing now that Devon was gone, anyone could come in and pick up where he left off. Part of me hoped someone would... I thought of Eric... would he ever know the slut he was in love with? That thought was enough and as I roughly massaged my clit and fingered my pussy, I orgasmed again. End chapter one. Judging Kimmy Ch. 02 This story is one of fantasy and it is not to imply that I approve or condone blackmail or rape. The people mentioned in this story are made up and any resemblance to someone real is strictly a coincidence. Here is the long awaited chapter two to Judging Kimmy. I want to thank everyone that took the time to vote on the first chapter and leave / send comments. If you like the story, please vote! * It has been an interesting month since that first night with Devon. My days and nights were filled with one humiliation or another, most of them video taped for more to hold over me. I was taking a moment reprieve in bed, resting, thinking about the two men that just left my house. Both of them were black men, young as usual, and used me like a total whore. I was still full of their cum, some of it starting to dry on my face. My clit, pussy and asshole were sore from all the fucking I had endured these past weeks. Devon had set up a password system. If someone came to the door and said the word Gemini, I had to let them in and let them do whatever they wanted to me. These two men were no different; they arrived, said the word, and spent the next hour abusing me. Including them, I had been fucked seven times today. Sometimes, I knew the men having serviced them before. Sometimes, they were total strangers. Once, it was even another person I convicted in my early years as a district attorney. As I thought about this, I noticed that at some point, my hand fell to my very sore and swollen clit... I was massaging it... again! Once again, this humiliation that I hated so much and yet now felt like I could not live without, returned. Once again I started to cry as I roughly masturbated my used pussy. No longer was it the prim and proper pussy it once was. It was no more then a slut's cunt now. As I masturbated, the cum from the men dripped out onto my fingers. Involuntarily, I raised my hand to my face and smeared it all over my face and lips. This self-humiliation had become common for me between all the rapes. I knew that I was sick. That something inside me was not right. I even made an appointment with a shrink but only made it as far as the parking lot. There, in broad daylight, I pulled my skirt up around my waist and masturbated while my appointment time passed by. The humiliation, yet thrill of someone possibly catching me in public drove me to new heights and the orgasm was intense. I left the parking lot, never to return for help. Now, I felt another orgasm building... I thought of my boyfriend Eric, knowing that if he ever knew of all this, it would break his heart. I wanted to break up with him, but Devon would not let me. Seems that he realized that by making me stay with Eric, it added to my feelings of being a cheating slut, another humiliation and... turn on. I breathlessly started to moan out, "Take it, take it you slut... abuse that pussy." That was all it took and I came hard. My cell phone ringing brought me back to reality. No, not MY cell phone, but the one Devon gave me. I was instructed that I was to have it with me at all times and always answer it or the punishment would be something I would never forget. I grabbed it quickly. "Hello, yes?" "Why it take you so long to answer the phone bitch?" "Sorry, I was... in the bathroom." Devon told me to get cleaned up. He then told me what to wear, and where to be this evening. As I hung up the phone, I realized that it was a public bar that I was going to. This was new as all the meetings with him or anyone else were always somewhere private. Fear and excitement gripped me and for a moment, I thought I was going to masturbate again! Looking at my watch, I realized that I really did not have much time. I headed to the bathroom to get ready. I arrived at the bar at 7 PM sharp. I was now more scared then anything else. The bar was in the heart of black town, and there were more news stories from here then anywhere else in the city. As I closed the door to my car, I looked myself over in the reflection of my window. I was wearing a crop top that showed my stomach. It was low in the front and a lot of cleavage was showing as well. The skirt I had on was extremely short and you could see the tops of my stockings. I was not to wear a bra and my panties were white silk, put on over the garter belt. I had also applied a lot more make up then I normally would, Devon liked me looking like a whore. The large bouncer at the door looked at me like a piece of meat. It sent shivers down my spine... or more accurately, to my clit. He said nothing and let me pass. The bar had about 25 people in it... I noticed that I was the only white person there, except one other female. She was sitting at a booth table in the back corner next to Devon and two other men. I went over to them. One of them men got up and I slid in. I almost laughed when I noted that it was now boy/girl/boy/girl/boy. They carried on their conversation like I had been there the whole time. I looked at them. One of the men was an easy 250 pounds of muscle, the other not far behind him. Both of them I guessed to be in their late teens, as usual. I wondered how they got into the bar. The girl was even more of a wonder. Very attractive blond, but I was wondering if she were even out of high school yet. Her eyes were glassed over and I knew from the look that she was high on something, probably crank. As the conversation continued, one of the men put his hand inside my thigh and moved to upwards towards my pussy. This motion caused my skirt to ride up revealing my white silk panties and garter belt. Without thinking, I tried to close my legs. The other man noticed this and he grabbed my other leg. They both draped one of their legs over mine and this put me in a spread eagle type position. The first man then started to roughly massage my pussy. At this exact moment, the bartender came over with a fresh pitcher of beer. He looked right at my exposed panties and a look of hunger came over him. God, here I was being exposed and used in public for others to see. The effect from this humiliation was almost instant; I came. The men laughed at my wet pussy but Devon was not happy. "Why you try and close your legs slut?" I stammered, not knowing what to say. "Play with yourself slut, show them how you like to abuse yourself!" At this, one man ripped my panties off me and shoved them into my mouth. My pussy was now completely exposed. The Bartender was still there and the girl looked at me with a smile. Oh my god, I was really going to do this. My hand shot to my pussy and I began to masturbate. The humiliation was stronger then any I had experience yet. The girl was looking at me, licking her lips. I remember thinking that I was damn near old enough to be her mother. The men took off my shirt exposing my breasts. They fondled them roughly. I looked out towards the bar. A few men where now watching the show. I looked back but the girl was gone. That is when I felt another hand on my thigh... HERS! "No, please. Not this." I said. Devon and the others just laughed. While I had not been with a black man before Devon, a man is a man. However, this was one of my fears. Sex with another woman was just not something that I thought about. I even thought it somehow disgusting. That was all the time I had to think as she put her tongue inside my pussy. I tried to move but the two men held me fast. The girl knew what she was doing, licking me in a way few men ever had. There were cheers from the room and I looked again at everyone watching. I saw the video camera that I had become used to. That was enough, I orgasmed hard! The girl came up and removed the panties from my mouth. She forced her tongue into my mouth and I tasted myself. This strange humiliation sent me into a multiple orgasm and I came again. I was then led to the back room, which was little more then a concrete room with an old twin bed. I noticed at once the leather bindings to the four corners of it and the plastic sheets. I was stripped and placed on it, my arms and legs tied to the four corners. "You are going to be here a while slut." Devon said. With that, he stuck a small spoon under my nose. I knew it was crank, a type of speed. I started to turn away and then saw the look in his eyes and thought better of it. I snorted it. It burned my nose and I could feel the effect almost at once. I knew that this would keep me awake, prevent me from falling asleep. Another spoon for my other nostril and I snorted without hesitation. I knew this was also on tape and knew that my blackmail bondage just became tighter. About half the men had entered the room and I noticed that they were each handing Devon a twenty-dollar bill to draw a number out of a basket. Oh my god! He was selling me for twenty dollars a fuck! My head was swimming. The effects of the crank now in full swing. My pussy was on fire and I wanted to touch it badly but could not move. I was a cheap whore, a slut. Once again the humiliation caused me to get wetter. The girl had wasted no time getting undressed. She mounted my face and almost smothered me with her pussy. I had no choice and started to lick a pussy for the first time in my life. I could not see whom, but I felt a cock enter my pussy. It was large and even hurt a little. The pain and humiliation of being forced to eat this young pussy sent me over the edge and I orgasmed yet again. She rode my face until she had orgasmed three times. A cock replaced her pussy and I was now taking a cock in my mouth and pussy. This went on all night. Once in awhile I was offered another spoon of crank, which was not an option. Although I lost count of the men that fucked me, I know that it was more then was in the bar when we arrived. I could only assume that as men came in that night, they were given the offer of pussy for twenty dollars. I swallowed so much cum, was full of so much and was covered in it. Devon let the men that did not pay to fuck me masturbate and come on any part of me they wanted. I also lost count of the number of orgasms I had. Devon dropped me off at my home a little after six in the morning. I had been raped for 10 hours. I went in and sat down in the bathtub. I started to turn on the water to clean myself but just kept looking at my cum drenched body. My hair matted with cum, it drying all over my body, dripping from my pussy and asshole. Of course, if you have been paying attention, you probably know what happened next. Yes, that side of me kicked in and I grabbed my dildo from the side of the tub and without any preparation, I rammed it into my pussy. I almost screamed from the pain. Not so much because it is a 10 inch dildo, but more from the fact that I was raw. I was still shaking from the crank and tears started to run down my cum covered face as I once again raped myself. I slapped my clit and shoved the dildo in as far as it would go. I rolled over in the tub, sticking my ass in the air, still fucking myself with the dildo and roughly massaging my clit. I mouthed, "I am a fucking slut that cannot get enough cock, enough humiliation, enough abuse." As I said these words, I thought of the crowd watching me and then pictured Eric in the crowd. That caused me to orgasm one last time. End chapter two. Judging Kimmy Ch. 03 This story is one of fantasy and it is not to imply that I approve or condone blackmail or rape. The people mentioned in this story are made up and any resemblance to someone real is strictly a coincidence. I again want to thank everyone that took the time to send me feedback, positive or otherwise. Let Kimmy's journey continue. Vote! Months have passed since I was first blackmailed into becoming a slut for Lenny and Devon. It was intense in the first months, but had reduced greatly of late. The daily visits had dwindled down to only once, maybe twice a week. In some ways I was relieved, but in other ways... I must confess that I am still abusing myself, even to the point of getting crank once a week and snorting enough to keep me up all night, masturbating nearly the entire time. With those exceptions, life is almost normal. Eric still does not know anything and I have even had the pleasure of a date or two lately. It disturbs me that I do not orgasm with him anymore. Of course, I fake one so he will not feel bad. Still, the sex is too... normal. Usually after he leaves, I take matters into my own hands and get the job done. Arriving home this Friday, I found a note on my door. I recognized the handwriting at once as Devon's. I went inside and ripped it open. My heart almost stopped as I read the note. "Slut, it is time for you to see Lenny. Tomorrow you will drive to the prison and visit him in a trailer. Do not miss this appointment, or else!" Trailer? Oh my god... I knew at once what that meant. That night, I could not sleep. I was horrified at the prospect of what I was to do. So much in fact that I did not even masturbate, regardless of the fact that I was wet all night. The next morning, I found myself driving up to the prison. At the gate, I watched as vehicles were directed by the guards to go to the right. I turned on my right blinker but as the guard looked at my ID, he told me to go left. Confused, I did as instructed. I drove a short distance to where there was a marked patrol car. A guard directed me to a parking space and approached me. "Come with me" was all he said. I followed him into a building, set off from the main part of the prison commons. Inside there was another guard, black and very hard looking. He said a single command. "Get undressed, we need to check you for contraband." "What?" was all I could say. "I said get undressed, now!" I started fumbling with the buttons on my blouse as a unique humiliation spread over me. What did he mean by check me for contraband? I stripped down to my panties in front of him and he said, "Everything." I removed my panties and I realized that they were damp. The black guard looked at me a long time while his partner, a white man of about 25, went through my purse and clothes. I noticed the smirk from the white guard when he handled my panties. I felt another wave of humiliation hit me realizing that he knew I was wet. "Nothing here, she is clean." With that, the white guard shoved my panties into his pocket and left the room. While I was not fully versed on prison regulations, I knew that any type of search required a doctor and a witness. The black guard said, "Step over here, place your hands on the back of your head and spread your feet shoulder width apart." I did so without question. At this, he began running his fingers through my hair, checking it for items I assumed. He then reached down between my legs and shoved two fingers into my pussy. A smirk came to his face also as he noticed that they slid in easy due to my wetness. I could feel my face flush and my breath quickened. What should have been a quick check to insure there was nothing being smuggled in went on for several minutes. I was close to an orgasm when he pulled his fingers from me. A feeling of relief as well as disappointment hit me. I was so close. He stepped behind me and with one of his now well-lubricated fingers; he shoved it into my ass. With him now behind me, I noticed a large mirror that I was facing. I watched myself as this stranger was fingering me in the ass. That was all it took, I orgasmed. He chuckled and said, "Nothing left to check except the inside of your mouth." With that, he pushed me to my knees, my hands still behind my head. He stepped in front of me and undid his pants. A rather large cock sprang free, already hard, and he wasted no time as he shoved it into my mouth. He face fucked me with a savage desire and I was forced to take his cock all the way down. It did not take him long, and he shot a huge load of cum into my mouth. I tried to swallow it all as I had been instructed by Devon to do anytime someone wanted to cum in my mouth, but there was so much of it that some dribbled out and off my chin to my naked breasts. He put his cock away and told me to go through the door next to the mirror. I started to get my clothes but he told me to leave them. I did as instructed. When I entered the room on the other side, I was hit with fear for the first time in a while. There, in the room looking at me, was Lenny. He had the same look that he had the day I convicted him. I noticed that the mirror was a two-way mirror and he had just watched everything that took place. I felt myself trembling. "Well well, what have we here?" He said. I did not reply as he got up and walked towards me. I noticed that he was naked except for a pair of boxers. I also noticed that bulge in those boxers. God... he must be huge! "I said, what have we here?" I looked up and him and simply replied, "A slut sir." I was terrified that he was going to beat me to death. He walked around me, looking me up and down. "You look better in person then in the photos my Bro sent me." I felt weak, felt like I was about to pass out. He grabbed me by my hair and shoved me onto a bed that was in the room. "Get busy cunt!" He said. I knew what he meant without him saying another word. My hand went to my pussy, which, for some reason, I was surprised to find even wetter then it had been during my search. I rubbed my clit hard and with my other hand, fingered myself. He watched this intently and he rubbed his cock through his boxers. "What are you?" He asked. "A slut." I replied. "Whose slut?" He asked. "Yours." I said. With that, tears filled my eyes for the first time in a long time. I realized that I was in fact his slut and I had no choice in the matter. My tears seemed to please him and he removed his boxers. God, I thought that some of the men I had been with were big. He was an easy foot long and very large around. An additional fear hit me, as I knew that this was going to hurt. That fear and thought however pushed me over the edge. I orgasmed hard. I now cried even harder as I realized that this was my body's greatest betrayal. I had just orgasmed for the man that was responsible for all of this. Seeing this he threw himself on top of me and shoved his cock in with one thrust. I screamed with the sudden invasion of my pussy. I closed my eyes but he slapped me hard and told me to open them and look at him. I looked at him and a humiliation so great hit me as I was forced to look into the eyes of my rapist. Tears streamed down the sides of my face as another orgasm hit me. He started telling me what a slut I was, asking if my boyfriend fucked me this good. I was ashamed as I answered that he didn't and orgasmed again. He continued to ride me hard, all the while saying all kinds of insults and calling me different names. Then he made me beg for his cum, told me to tell him I wanted it. "Please, fuck me. Give me that cock... please, cum inside me." He did and I was hit with an orgasm that almost rendered me unconscious. He came in several spurts and I wondered how long it had been since he came. He came so much in fact that it was pouring out and down the crack of my ass. He pulled out and ordered me to clean him up. I opened my mouth and he told me to masturbate as I did so. My hand touched my sensitive clit and I started roughly rubbing it. He shoved as much of his cock into my mouth as I could take. I could taste his cum and my own juices and I orgasmed again. With that, he put on his boxers and told me to get the fuck out. I left the same way I entered and was met by the white guard. He simply said, "Gemini." He turned me around, bent me over the table and shoved his cock into my asshole. Numbly, I took it... like a good slut... End Chapter 3. Judging Kimmy Ch. 04 This story is one of fantasy and it is not to imply that I approve or condone blackmail or rape. The people mentioned in this story are made up and any resemblance to someone real is strictly a coincidence. I again want to thank everyone that took the time to send me feedback, positive or otherwise. Let Kimmy's journey continue. Vote! * What time was it? 3:00 am? Damn, I had been masturbating since midnight. My pussy was sore from the abuse I had self-inflected on it. Seems like it has been years since my submission to Devon began; yet it had only been months. I hated the fact that visits from him and others had become rare, like I was yesterday's news... I hated it even more that I missed the constant abuse at the hands of strangers. 3:30 am: I noticed that the neighbor had finally stopped watching me masturbate. It has become common for me to leave my curtains open for anyone to see me abusing myself. My neighbor is a common viewer. Sometimes he has a friend over to watch also. It added to the humiliation for me and that, of course, added to the excitement. I would have slept, but the crank I snorted would wake me every time I started to doze off and I simply would renew the assault on my clit. I decide to forget trying to sleep and instead, I pulled out an advertisement that someone had left on my nightstand one evening. The advertisement was small; it simply advertised a "glory hole" business in the worst part of town. God no. Why can't I simply not stop this abuse? Why have I picked up where my blackmailers left off? These questions raced through my mind, as I put on a pair of shoes and a trench coat, nothing else. A moment later, I was driving to the address. The location was worse then I had pictured. It was an old building in the industrial part of the "slum" area of town. My mind screamed to drive away as fast as possible, but I found myself getting out of my car and walking towards the door. Once again, I was a slave to these desires Devon had awakened in me. Once again, I was about to allow myself to be used. There was a man just inside the door. I noticed that the place reeked of old wood, mildew and something else I could not make out. "Been here before?" The man asked. "No." Was all I replied. I saw him smile a wicked grin. He explained the rules although I hardly heard him and he lead me to a door. He explained that if I was going to do this, the minimum time was one hour, during which time I would be locked in the room to prevent me from running out. After that, the door would be unlocked and I could leave when I wanted. The thought of being locked in frightened me and I could feel the instant arousal from the fear. Without another word, I entered the room. The smell in the room was intense. I realized that the odor I could not quite make out was the smell of a large amount of dried semen. The floor was stained with it. The room was no larger then a small closet and there was a single light hanging from the ceiling. A small stool was in the center. Each of the other three walls was within reach of the stool and there were three holes in each wall, about the size of two silver dollars. I heard the door lock and my heart started pounding. I was now trapped. I quickly pulled my vial of crank from my coat and snorted a large amount. I felt the effect immediately. The feeling of self-abuse went right to my pussy and I could feel myself getting wet. I removed my trench coat and hung it on the single hanger on the back of the door. That is when I noticed an eye looking through one of the holes, no several eyes. At least a couple people on each of the three sides of the room. Additional fear gripped me as I realized that, while I had no idea who was looking at me, they could clearly see who I was. That fear had the usual effect. I sat down on the stool and began to masturbate. As normal, I was not nice about it but roughly rubbed my clit and slapped it from time to time. The show had the desired affect on the viewers as semi-hard cocks started to appear in the holes. Two of them were white, fairly normal in size and the third one was black and larger then the first two. My hands went to the white cocks but I wasted no time getting my mouth on the black cock. I worked the two cocks in my hands, stroking them to full hardness while I held my head as close to the wall as I could, allowing the black cock to face fuck me. I released one of the cocks long enough to pull a butterfly vibe out of my coat and slipped it on. I activated it and the buzzing immediately assaulted my clit. That is when I noticed that if I knelt on the stool, my pussy would be pushed right up against any hole I chose. As I was considering this, I could hear one of the white guys moaning loudly. I put my face next to his cock as it erupted. Strings of cum hit my face, dripping onto my breasts. I quickly put it in my mouth, making sure to get every drop. As I pulled away, I saw another eye looking at me from one of the open holes. The humiliation that someone was watching me take cum all over my face and in my mouth, combined with the vibe abusing my pussy sent me over the edge and I orgasmed! The other white cock then erupted before I knew it and the cum splattered on my stomach. As with the first, I quickly put my mouth on it and sucked it dry. Another orgasm hit me. God, why was I here doing this? I had to get out. I grabbed the doorknob, remembering that I was locked in as I tried unsuccessfully to open the door. I turned back to the room, seeing more eyes and more cocks come through the holes. I felt weak as yet another orgasm hit me... I was trapped by my own hand. I fell to my knees on the bench, no longer able to stand. Without realizing, this put my pussy against the black cock I had been sucking. It entered me with ease, causing me to gasp with the sudden invasion of my pussy. I started to pull away but was hit with yet another orgasm. This one was so intense, that I was like a rag doll. I simply knelt there and took the cock like a slut. I looked to my right and saw one cock in a hole and an eye looking at me from the other two. Forward of me was another cock, and another eye. I took the cock to my right in my hand and began masturbating it while opening my mouth, taking the cock in front of me. Yet another cock came through a hole to the left of the one I was sucking. I took it in my other hand. Here I was, locked in a room that I had voluntarily walked into, servicing four cocks while others watched. The man in my pussy came hard, filling me so much that some of it dripped down my thighs. That was enough and as one of the cocks I was stroking came, shooting cum across my back and hair, I orgasmed a fifth time. This orgasm caused me to fall to the floor as one of the other cocks shot a load that landed on my back and ass. I was near unconscious, unwilling to continue and decided to wait out the hour. I could hear people yelling at me through the walls, calling me a slut and telling me to get back at it. I tried to ignore the humiliation it was causing as I removed the vibe from my sore clit. That is when I heard the door unlock. Had it been an hour? It was the man at the door. "I warned you that you had to do it an hour." "What do you mean?" I said weakly. With that, a half a dozen men walked to the door and they pulled me out. I tried to protest but they would not listen. One of them, a black guy, shoved me to my knees and pushed his cock into my mouth. Another man came up behind me and shoved his cock in my pussy. Oh my God! They were not going to stop until they came. They were here for that reason, on the other side of the walls, and I had not done what was expected. As such, they decided to rape me! I had done this. I had put myself into a position where I would be used and raped. Tears filled my eyes as I realized this but the humiliation was ten-fold when I orgasmed thinking about it. The man in my mouth came fast and hard, filling my mouth, causing me to gag. Most of it dripped down my chin. I looked up and saw a man playing with his hard cock. I was now too far gone in my own self-abuse and yelled at him to fuck my face. He wasted no time putting his cock on my mouth, fucking it hard. The cock in my pussy erupted, filling it with the second load of cum it would receive. I felt someone spit on my asshole and a cock entered my ass with a single thrust. I moaned around the cock in my mouth, as the pain was intense. I realized that my hand was again on my clit rubbing it hard. For the next hour, maybe longer, several different men fucked me. The last cock I sucked was the doorman. I staggered to my car, my trench coat open, exposing me to the night. In my car, I thought about what had just happened. I was disgusted with myself for enjoying it. Still, I knew. I knew that I would return even though I did not want to. Numbly, I slid the butterfly vibe on and activated it. The buzzing hurt my sore clit and I was instantly aroused again. I drove home that way, weaving sometimes as another orgasm hit me. It was almost dawn. I wondered what else I would do to myself when I arrived home, what new way would I find to abuse myself? Judging Kimmy Ch. 05 This story is one of fantasy and it is not to imply that I approve or condone blackmail or rape. The people mentioned in this story are made up and any resemblance to someone real is strictly a coincidence. A Warning to my normal readers: This chapter takes us into the mind of Eric, Kimmy's long time boyfriend. While Kimmy appears in this story, there is a strong element of forced male bisexual action. If that is not your interest or if it offends you, you may want to skip this chapter. To those of you that requested to hear about Eric, enjoy! As always, keep the votes and comments coming! * My jaw hurt from the black cock that had ruthlessly been fucking my mouth for the last several minutes. It was all I could do to keep from choking and gagging. How the hell did I get here? Me, a middle aged white man with a professional career and a steady girlfriend? How did I get here and even more, why was my own cock hard? My thoughts drifted back to earlier in the day when I received a package at my home. There was no return address on the package. I opened it and noticed that there was an envelope and videotape, the envelope said to view the tape before opening. I slid the tape in to the only VCR in my house, the one in my bedroom. I thought it funny as I had almost thrown it away with the others when I bought all new DVD players. The image came on and I felt my pulse quicken. On the screen was none other then my girlfriend, Kimmy. She was naked, covered in what looked to be cum and was staring at the camera. On each side of her was a black man and she had one of their cocks in each of her hands. As this image burned into my head, Kimmy spoke to the camera. "To whoever is watching this, I am a slut. A total slut for black cock." I could not decide what to do as she then started sucking one of the black cocks as she continued to jerk off the other. I kept thinking that I needed to shut the tape off, but something inside me wanted, no... needed to see it through. It was then that I realized I was getting hard. Anger, confusion, feelings of betrayal, they all hit me at once. I thought about all the broken dates over the past several months. I thought about the number of times that, even when we were alone, she gave some excuse for not wanting to have sex. As these thoughts hit me, the enormous cock that she was sucking suddenly erupted, shooting another load of cum over her already drenched face. She wasted no time as she grabbed the one she had been stroking and slid it into her mouth, the camera moving in for a close up. A moment later, the camera panned down and I watched numbly as I saw that she was masturbating while sucking these black men. A wave of humiliation hit me, I wanted to cry but I needed something else. My cock was now, for reasons I still do not fully understand, completely erect. I stripped naked and sat on my bed as I continued to watch the love of my life service the cock in her mouth. I needed release and needed it now. I began to masturbate, my eyes never leaving the screen. I was thinking that there was my baby, fucking other men, black men, and loving it as I was sitting at home alone, stroking my own cock, a cock that was clearly smaller then the two men in the video. At that moment, the second man came, only he held Kimmy by the back of her head, making her swallow his load. It must have been a huge one as I noticed it dripping from the corners of her mouth and she looked like she was about to choke to death on it. Just then, I saw something that I was very familiar with, Kimmy orgasmed! That pushed me over the edge, as my humiliation hit an all time high, I came. I fell backwards on the bed, my cum shot with such force that some of it landed on my face and chest. I could not remember an orgasm so intense in my life. I lay there, now gently milking the last of my cum from my cock as I heard Kimmy speak again. "God, I need more, please give me some more black cock!" I heard the tape end with that. I did not look at the TV; simply lay there and thought about everything. I noticed that I was still rock hard and perhaps it was that along with the humiliation that caused me to do what I did next. I reached out with my tongue and licked the cum I could reach from my face. This was not something that I had ever done and it had an unpredicted effect, with my free hand I scooped up the cum from my chest and cock and fed it to myself. My other hand began to stroke my still hard cock again. Images of Kimmy being fucked by those men, thoughts of my own submissive actions and the first taste of my own cum brought me over the edge and I came again! What the fuck was wrong with me, why was I doing this? I went into the bathroom and took the hottest shower I could stand, brushing my teeth in the process. I noticed that my cock did not go soft until I was almost done. After drying off, I went into the bedroom and looked at the envelope. I opened it. Inside was a single piece of paper that simply said; "Want to know more? Meet me at this address at 7:00 PM tonight." There was an address that appeared to be a motel. I put the note on my nightstand and quickly fell asleep as everything that had just happened ran through my head. When I woke, it seemed that everything that had happened was a dream. The note on the nightstand told me otherwise. My cock was erect in that "morning erection" fashion and I ignored it. There was a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach and I had a strong need to see Kimmy. I had to ask her what was going on. It was then that I noticed the time. Six o'clock, not enough time if I wanted to head to the address. Did I want to go? I argued with myself as I got dressed and headed out the door. My first though was to drive over and see Kimmy. Yes, screw whoever sent the note and tape, I needed to see Kimmy. When I arrived at her house, I noticed a car parked out front that I had not noticed in the area before. How many times did that happen that I did not take notice? My heart raced as I walked around to the back of the house instead of the front door. Kimmy had a large back yard and a large bay window that looked out from her living room. I knew that there was no curtains on the window and decided to see if she was alone. I should have knocked. As prepared as I thought I was, I truly was not for what I saw. In the living room was Kimmy, bent over the back of her couch, getting fucked by a black guy. I could clearly see the expression of pleasure on her face. I positioned myself where I could see everything pretty well, but could remain unseen unless one of them walked right up to the window. I thought of busting right into the house, catching her in the act, but my body reacted otherwise. I noticed that my cock was again hard. I again felt the feelings of humiliation hit me as I remembered that Kimmy had cancelled our date for tonight because she had to review a case. The need for release was intense, even more intense then before and I released my cock from my pants and began to masturbate. Though muffled, I could hear what was going on as the sight unfolded before me. "You like my black cock, don't you slut?" "Yes, please, fuck me harder, abuse my pussy!" I could not believe the words that were coming out of my all to conservative girlfriend. She had never acted that way with me. I pushed my pants all the way to my ankles as another wave of humiliation hitting me with the thought of being discovered. I could feel my orgasm building and that sick feeling returned to my gut. Still, I could not stop or look away. Suddenly, the black man pulled out of her and turned her around, pushing her to her knees. This was my first good look at his cock. God, it had to be 10 inches long. It made mine look like a cheap hot dog. He started cumming, coating her face with his seed. She caught some of it in her mouth and quickly took it in her mouth, sucking him dry. That was all I could take as I orgasmed, cumming all over the ground in front of me. Some of my cum got on my fingers and almost unconsciously, I raised my hand to my mouth and tasted myself for the second time in a day. My confusion grew as I found myself imagining that it was HIS cum. I pulled my pants up and retuned quietly to my car. It was almost seven; I still had time to make it to the address. I had to go, to find out what was going on with Kimmy. I had to know what was going on with me. I stood at the motel door, frozen. I wanted to knock as much as I wanted to return to my car and drive away as fast as I could. The door opened and a black man stood there. He simply said, "You gonna stand there all night or come inside?" I entered. The man turned on a VCR in the room. It was another view of Kimmy on the screen, different from the one I had seen. She was getting fucked by five black guys and appeared to love it. "What the fuck is this about?" I asked. The next several minutes were filled with more information then I could take in. Everything about Kimmy's blackmail and her now willing participation as a slut was told to me. I felt sick and wanted to puke. Then I was horrified as I felt my cock stir in my pants. The man, who only gave the name Devon, said that while Kimmy was obeying her orders and therefore safe from all the information going public, her fate was now in my hands. He further explained that he had a need for a white pussy boy for some of his clients and I had two choices, submit to his demands or Kimmy's life would be ruined. I wanted to cram his words down his throat! Even for a moment, I thought about forgetting Kimmy, let the slut get what she deserved. However, then I thought that maybe she was not as willing as he was saying. Maybe she was just trapped in this, terrified that she would be exposed and even jailed for her involvement. As all this ran through my head, I heard the door open behind me. I was shocked as the man I had witnessed a short time before fucking Kimmy walked through the door, a smug smile on his face. "This is your only chance punk." Devon said. "What do you want from me?" I replied weakly. The second man smiled more as Devon explained that he was one of his clients, a bisexual man that enjoyed doing couples. I felt my cock throb at the mention of this. What the fuck, why was my body responding to this humiliation? The seconf man walked right up to me. "What's it gonna be bitch?" was all he said. I felt weak, defeated. Worse yet, I felt as though something inside me wanted this. My reactions from the tape and then from seeing Kimmy fuck this man, the eating of my own cum, it all hit me at once and I realized that I was fully erect. "What do you want me to do?" I asked. He ordered me to strip. I did so and as I undressed, it felt as though I was someone else, watching what was happening to me. They noticed my cock was erect. "Shit, this little bitch is liking this D." The man said. "I guess birds of a feather flock together." Devon replied as he laughed. The man pushed me to my knees and released his semi-hard cock from his pants. I noticed that Devon had started video taping the events. A huge wave of humiliation hit me as the man started feeding me his cock. "Suck it bitch, suck your girlfriend's juice from my cock." The biggest wave yet of humiliation hit me as I realized that I was in fact sucking Kimmy's cum from his cock. There was another taste also, something that reminded me a bit of eating my own cum and realized that pre-cum was dripping from his growing cock. He grabbed the back of my head and started to fuck my face like it was a pussy. I could hardly get all of it in my mouth as when he shoved deep, I gagged and choked, worrying that I may vomit. All this had an effect that, while I half expected it, still surprised me. My cock felt like it was going to explode! A yank of my hair brought me back to the present. The man looked me in the eye as he pulled his cock out of my mouth. "You like sucking my black cock, don't you bitch?" "Yes." Was all I could say. He backhanded me with such force that I almost fell over had he not been holding my hair. "Yes what?" "Yes Sir." "Suck it then bitch, suck my nigger cock just like your slut girlfriend." I again went to work on his cock, or perhaps more accurately, his cock again went to work on my mouth. He ordered me to play with my little white cock and I started masturbating. I noticed that it hurt a little, having masturbated twice that day. I could not recall ever having masturbated three times in the same day. Wave after wave of humiliation swept over me as I thought about the camcorder getting all this, my cock sucking, masturbating, and some twisted part of me enjoying it. Then it happened, I felt his cock throbbing as he began to fill my mouth with his cum. I thought that he would not cum much, having just fucked Kimmy. I could not have been more wrong. He came so much that it squirted out around his cock, dripping down my chin. Even more of it went down my throat. I could feel my own orgasm about to hit when he removed his cock from my mouth and ordered me to stop masturbating. "Look at the camera bitch." I did so without question. "You like being my pussy boy bitch?" "Yes Sir." "Tell everyone then." I looked at the camera Devon was holding. I was not touching my cock and I could feel it oozing cum, even though I was denied an orgasm. "I am a pussy boy." I said meekly. "And?" He said. "And I like to suck the cocks of my black masters." I had no idea where that came from but it pleased the man. He ordered me to finish myself while looking at the camera. My hand grabbed my cock and I masturbated with more force then I could ever remember. "You like the fact that we are fucking your girlfriend bitch?" "YES Sir, I do!" I realized that when I replied it was without hesitation and more importantly, it was true. That was the final humiliation; I orgasmed. The orgasm was so intense that it hurt. I came more then I thought I would have and it dripped down over my fingers. "Eat it bitch!" I did not need to be told. I eagerly ate my own cum, still torturing my cock as I did so, looking at the camera the entire time. Devon turned off the camera. I did not stop stroking my cock as I had not been told to. The man paid Devon some money and left. Devon looked at me and explained that he would be sending people my way to use me as they saw fit. He said that if I ever let one of them down, not only would Kimmy's tapes go public, but also so would mine. He also told me not to discuss this with Kimmy at this time. Devon left me there that way, still playing with my now semi-erect cock. Something had been awakened inside me. I wondered if this was how Kimmy felt. I continued to masturbate and in a few short minutes, I came again. This time, the pain was rather intense. Only a small amount of cum came from my cock, but still I could not wait to eat it. God... what have I become?