When Bad Girls Need More

by Tilton, Emily

  The older woman smiled coldly. “Yes, Jeannie,” she said. “You need a very firm hand, don’t you?”

  Next to Jeannie, Hannah let out a little whimper. Out of the corner of her eye, Jeannie could see, half to her relief and half to her distress, that the redhead’s bottom had just moved in very much the same way Jeannie’s had a moment before.

  What is wrong with us? Jeannie thought of the look on Gwen Salieri’s face, just before the dark-haired girl had followed the bailiff and left the cage in the naked courtroom: some puzzlement and a great deal of pity had appeared in the eyes of the girl who had fucked her boyfriend behind the gym and had still gone free.

  Now Jeannie couldn’t have taken her attention off the judge if she had wanted to—if she had decided to defy the woman’s order just to show that she could. Jeannie watched every movement of her honor’s nearly naked body, the authority of the black lingerie so different and yet somehow connected with that of the robe she had taken off.

  Judge Oh put the flogger down on a side table, and took the belt of the strap-on harness into both hands. She held the enormous artificial cock in front of her pussy and started to buckle the belt behind her.

  “What…” Hannah whispered. “What are you… what are you going to do to us?”

  “You had better call me your honor, Hannah,” the judge said, narrowing her eyes.

  The words themselves didn’t have much menace in them, but the older woman’s tone struck fear into Jeannie’s heart. Hannah gave a little sob that made Jeannie’s tummy flip over with its sheer ambiguity. The judge started to snap the thigh straps of the harness around her legs. Jeannie’s eyes went to the dildo that now thrust obscenely from her honor’s pussy. She bit her lip and swallowed hard, her cheeks blazing hot.

  “Your honor,” Hannah breathed. “What… what…” She seemed unable to ask the question again, because the answer loomed too evidently between the judge’s thighs.

  Her honor picked up the flogger, and began to advance slowly toward the naked girls bound to the whipping post.

  “I’m going to help teach you,” she said, “what happens to little sluts who lose their virginity on the cocks of worthless young men.”

  Chapter 10

  Jake’s jealousy of Judge Oh’s current position couldn’t diminish his admiration for her. Like her colleagues—lawyers who also had advanced degrees in psychology and had sought out the special training only Selecta could give—Vanessa Oh knew how to combine erotic education with iron-clad judicial intervention. Though trainers like Jake represented the heart of what had come to be called the Bad-Girl System, attorneys served as the essential gatekeepers who made certain the young women sent to facilities like Jake’s AG Central belonged there.

  More, the judges prepared the girls who passed through their courtrooms to understand the unusual sort of rehabilitation offered by the Bad-Girl System. Jeannie and Hannah would still experience a great deal of confusion at first, and that sense of mysterious subjection to a power much greater than theirs might go on for weeks or even months. What Judge Oh did with them—and to them—now, however, readied them on a subconscious level that Jake and his fellow trainers would activate as the girls’ prison terms progressed.

  Her honor walked slowly toward the whipping post, the swing of her hips making the huge phallus sway a little in front of her. Both girls had their eyes on its black length, the hyper-lifelike fluting of its head and the bulging of its veins.

  “Stand close together,” the judge commanded. “I want your hips touching.”

  Jeannie and Hannah exchanged a red-faced look. Their arousal numbers stood at an identical 8.

  A text chat message came in from Hannah’s lead trainer, Kevin Freeman, popping up on Jake’s screen.

  What do you think, when their hips touch? Double clench?

  Jake chuckled and typed back quickly to his colleague in the next AG control room over.

  Nah. Jeannie’s a Beta Plus. That’s an Alpha girl thing.

  “Did you hear me, girls?” the judge asked. She had reached Hannah’s side, and she put out a small elegant hand to take hold of Hannah, who stood to Jeannie’s left, just above her creamy hip, and urge the red-haired, slightly smaller girl toward Jeannie.

  Hannah gave a little cry of alarm. Jeannie’s eyes, on Jake’s monitor, watched the judge’s hand intently. At the bottom of the window that showed her troubled face, the yellow line for her skin galvanics flattened down from its jumpy, defiant pattern—the way a Beta usually reacted when confronted by an authority doing something unexpected, as Judge Oh had definitely done.

  Son of a bitch, Jake typed to Kevin. Jeannie’s sensor feed looked almost identical to Hannah’s now.

  lmao, Kevin typed back. Those Institute ASSessors know a thing or two.

  Kevin alluded, Jake felt sure, to one of the white papers that served as a charter for the Advanced Guidance program: a certain set of bad girls—Alpha Minus and Beta Plus—could affect each other, the Institute thought, in very helpful ways.

  The judge’s hand gripped Hannah’s thigh. Her honor didn’t need to use much force to do the thing both Hannah and Jeannie now both dreaded and longed for. Hannah’s feet shuffled a little to the left. Jeannie closed her eyes.

  The nubile flesh of the girls’ adorable backsides—Hannah’s creamily unmarked and Jeannie’s bearing the three purple welts from the prison strap—came together. Both young women whimpered audibly. Together, their arousal numbers jumped to 9 and, yes, both their pussies clenched, not quite simultaneously.

  There we go, Kevin sent.

  Nah, Jake typed back. That was like a quarter of a second apart.

  lmao, Kevin replied. You owe me a beer.

  On the monitor, the judge stepped back a pace. She looked absolutely magnificent to Kevin’s eyes with the flogger in her hand and the black basque, stockings, heels, and above all the erect dildo jutting from her lap.

  “You girls are going to a place where they specialize in teaching young women about the consequences of sexual misbehavior,” her honor said in a voice that seemed to carry the idea of her judicial robe in its tones even when she had on very different attire.

  With the flogger raised a little in her right hand, the judge stepped toward Jeannie now. She brought the braided leather against the girl’s bottom gently, down low where the tops of Jeannie’s trim thighs became the outcurve of her apple-like cheeks. Jeannie jumped, and Hannah jumped too, at the feeling of the shudder in the body of the girl next to her.

  The judge put her other hand on Hannah’s bottom, and squeezed gently. Hannah whimpered, and Jeannie, on Jake’s close-up, bit her lip as if she too would have whimpered otherwise. Then, simultaneously and slowly, the judge moved both her hands upward, fondling and stroking Hannah’s backside and brushing the flogger’s leather cords against Jeannie’s skin.

  “It’s my honor to begin that educational process,” the Honorable Vanessa Oh said, leaning forward and speaking much more softly. With a slight movement of her hips, she made certain the enormous dildo touched first Jeannie’s bottom and then Hannah’s.

  Then her honor stepped back again, and started to whip the naked girls tied to the post.

  The judge started with Jeannie: with a practiced, circular motion of her slim arm she delivered three lashes to the blonde girl’s upper back. Startled by the change in the location of her punishment, with all its ancient implications about the disciplining of criminals, as opposed to children, Jeannie cried out. Her body writhed against Hannah’s, her wrists pulling at the straps that bound her handcuffs securely to the top of the post.

  In the corner of his screen, Jake watched his bad girl’s arousal jump for an instant to 10, then fall again: 9… 8… 7. Judge Oh knew how to wield a flogger: when she wanted to bring the sting of the braided leather to the fore, with a skillful combination of arm strength and wrist snap, she could inflict a good deal of pain and make impressive though not damaging marks. Her honor’s choice of location, too, played a
n important part; she had chosen the girls’ backs for the beginning of their judicial lesson in large part because of how distant their shoulders were from their pussies.

  6… 5…

  The next three lashes fell on Hannah’s back. She cried out, her head tilting back. Knowing the girl’s different arousal profile, Judge Oh struck Hannah less forcefully, but the young woman’s more submissive nature came out the more strongly; Hannah’s cries emerged in a more ambiguous way.

  Jeannie’s arousal jumped at the sound, from 5 to 7 in less than a second. The close-up showed her biting her lip as if to try to keep her sexual need from overwhelming the rationality that the pain had for a few moments begun to return to her.

  Three more lashes to Jeannie’s back, these delivered at about the same level of force as Hannah had just received.

  7… 8… 7… 6…

  Over to Hannah again, the whip flashing quickly. The naked girls writhed against each other now, both of them crying out. They seemed to seek solace in skin contact with one another; Hannah’s hip seemed to search out Jeannie’s, and vice versa, so that their adorable bottoms came together as the judge whipped them for their illicit fucking.

  Jeannie’s arousal soared: she went from 6 to 9, and her bottom squirmed lewdly as a clench took hold between her thighs.

  The judge put the flogger down on a side table with a decisive thunk. Her honor had obviously intended the noise to attract the bad girls’ attention, and it did; Jeannie and Hannah both turned their faces back over their shoulders to see the older woman who had decided their sentences and sent them into the special system for girls with too much need between their legs.

  Judge Oh had her right hand on the black phallus that thrust from between her own thighs, and she moved slowly forward, stroking the obscene thing as if it were flesh and blood.

  “Bend over, girls,” she said softly but menacingly. “Move your feet back, and spread them out. Shoulder width.”

  Jeannie’s eyes went wide. Hannah gave a little sob.

  “We can do this the easy way, with you doing as you’re told, or we can do it the hard way,” the judge said, her voice still very low, “with the corrections officers coming in and holding you in place while I fuck you. But you are going to be fucked one more time before you leave my chambers, so that you understand the power and the nature of the law, and the role of justice in your new lives.”

  “Oh, please,” Hannah begged. “Please… not… not with that… that…”

  The judge raised the huge artificial cock on her fingers, displaying it to the wide-eyed girls.

  “You don’t need to think of it as a dildo, Hannah,” she said, her tone full of sympathy that Jake thought probably had in it some large measure of true compassion. “Or even as a penis. You’re going to take a lot of hard penises inside you before too long. They call themselves daddies, in the place where you’re going, and your daddies are going to fuck you every day if you’re good, and punish you every day if you’re not. But I’m her honor, and this cock I’m wearing is the law. You’re going to take it in your naughty little pussy now, whether you like it or not.”

  Hannah’s brow had creased very deeply, and she had her lower lip between her teeth.

  Oh, Kevin sent to Jake, she’ll like it.

  The judge advanced two more paces, so that she could bring the head of the artificial cock up against the sweet curve of Hannah’s rear end, between the cheeks down low, where the girl’s anus hid in the forbidden valley of her untried bottom. Her honor put her left hand on Hannah’s thigh and tugged.

  “You’re first, Hannah Martin,” she said. “Last chance before I call the officers.”

  She pulled a little harder, and with a sob Hannah began to move, awkwardly shuffling her feet backward and arching her back as her bound arms stretched out in front of her.

  “Spread those feet, girl,” the judge ordered. “And bend those knees a little. That’s it. There’s that pussy where you let a boy have his way. All the girls at Rosewood have to shave, don’t they?”

  “Yes, your honor,” Hannah whimpered, all her resistance seeming to flee. Normal Alpha Minus response, Jake thought; when confronted with overwhelming authority and sufficient threat, Hannah’s submission came out very strongly.

  Jeannie’s arousal had stayed at 9 for a good two minutes now, her skin galvanics all over the place. Hannah’s submission increased Jeannie’s defiance, but it also made the need in her pussy ever greater. On Jake’s screen, his bad girl’s face had the troubled expression of a young woman who doesn’t want to watch her friend take a punishment dildo, but can’t look away.

  Judge Oh’s right hand had gone from the black tool to Hannah’s bare pussy, fondling her as if her pouting slit were a kitten or a baby bird, so that Hannah made whining sounds in her throat, her head bowed to the necessity of her impalement on the phallus of justice.

  “So wet,” her honor murmured. “So very warm and wet, Hannah Martin, you little whore.”

  The judge’s chambers was fitted out with so many cameras that an observer like Jake never had to go without the view he wanted. From a camera on the whipping post itself he watched the older woman’s skillful hand go from spreading Hannah’s slickness up from her vagina and over her clit to grasping the dildo and putting its head inside the girl’s nearly virgin sheath.

  Hannah gave a little cry, and then, as her honor took hold of both her creamy hips and thrust the enormous tool in at full length, a long, drawn-out moan. Judge Oh herself gave a grunt of dominant satisfaction; the harness had, Jake knew, a very cleverly designed vibrator that rewarded its wearer for fucking hard.

  “Oh, no,” Hannah whispered. “Oh, no.”

  But her honor began to fuck her with long strokes of the artificial cock, and Hannah started to come, crying out as she learned about the role of justice in her life from now on.

  “Jeannie Rendoski,” the judge said in a voice that grew a little breathless now, “I want that bottom next to this one. You’re next.”

  Chapter 11

  Jeannie looked into the judge’s dark eyes. The older woman had an air of dominance that somehow took the authority from Principal Davis’ sexual mastery and added to it a special feminine wisdom. The sight of the enormous artificial penis going in and out of Hannah’s little pussy and the sound of the red-haired girl’s sobs of helpless pleasure made something in Jeannie feel like she had to obey—that she even wanted to obey.

  She moved her eyes up Hannah’s slim body, stretched out between the whipping post and Judge Oh’s narrow, pounding hips. Jeannie wanted to see the expression on Hannah’s face, but the other naked girl had bowed her head in apparent submission, and her loose red hair hid her eyes from view. With every thrust of the dildo inside her, Hannah cried out, and Jeannie could see her tiny bottom work lewdly toward the punishing member.

  Jeannie’s own pussy, to her dismay, ached with the need the principal had awakened there with the paddle and his big cock. The judge’s whip had aroused her differently; she could still feel the lashes across her shoulders like burning letters written there—BAD GIRL.

  Could she do as the judge had ordered? Move her feet to put her bottom obediently next to Hannah’s, poised for her own turn on the judge’s cruel but clearly also pleasurable dildo?

  “I’m not… going… to ask again,” the judge said, giving Hannah three hard thrusts as she spoke. Hannah screamed, back arching, head lifting. Jeannie saw that the other bad girl had closed her eyes, her face transfigured by the shameful pleasure of her judicial fucking.

  “No, your honor,” Jeannie said, feeling that her needy body spoke the words, for its own reason, as much as her mind spoke them out of resistance.

  “Suit yourself,” the judge said, her left hand stroking Hannah’s quivering flank. “Officer, get this girl ready for fucking, please. Give her three lashes for disobedience.”

  Jeannie almost cried out, No, please, but the defiant part of her had awakened again, perhaps, she thought, in
response to Hannah’s apparent obedience. She wanted to prove that she had a mind of her own; the judge might call this justice, but Jeannie could see that it had to do with turning her into a servile proper citizen, strange as the method seemed.

  She braced herself to resist, planting her feet firmly and turning her face toward the whipping post and away from the judge. She heard the heavy footsteps behind her, and Hannah’s cries of pleasure seemed to grow more intense, as if the knowledge that her new bad-girl friend was about to be whipped had aroused her despite herself.

  Jeannie felt his hands on her hips, and she tried to struggle, just to show her rebellious refusal, but the man didn’t allow it. He simply pulled her over a few feet and stretched her out, his arm clamped around her waist. She heard the strap whistle through the air and then she heard its sharp crack and felt it across her upper thighs.

  A cry of anguish burst from her throat at the sting of the fiery line, but before its pain had even built to its full extent, he had brought the strap down again, just above the last lash, right at the crease where her thighs became her bottom. Jeannie screamed and writhed uncontrollably now, but the third stroke from the thick strap struck anyway, lower than the others. Her body bucked against the unseen officer’s grip, backside squirming desperately to try to ease the pain, but he held her in place until she had quieted her motions.

  Meanwhile, Hannah’s moans had risen to a crescendo, and Jeannie felt her face go bright red at the knowledge that the judge had made another girl come while watching Jeannie punished.

  “Get that bottom over here, Officer,” her honor said. “Hold her in place if you have to while I check the pussy.”

  Jeannie gasped, and for an instant she felt almost grateful for the strength of the guard’s grip on her waist. Otherwise her hips would have moved in a mortifyingly revealing way, because of how hard her pussy had just clenched, at the judge’s degrading words.