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The slapping sound of Marisa fucking the distinguished judge in the ass drifted away as Katrina returned to that day which set her life on the course that placed her here. The looming image of matron Mandy Buckowski filled her mind just as it had filled her field of vision as the thick set guard forced herself on her when she was only a teenager.
The revolting smell of her aroused cunt came flooding back to her, making her a little nauseous even today, thirteen years removed. Mandy had pulled aside the soaked strip of panty covering her slit just as she came, allowing her to dribble her thin jism all over Katrina's face. The young girl closed her eyes tightly as the juice soaked her. She struggled to breathe but it was impossible with the matron's fat, saggy ass cheeks pressed against her mouth. She tried to scream but nothing but a muffled groan came out.
The room started to spin as lack of oxygen was sending her to never-never land. She opened her eyes but could see only a small circle of light, as though looking through a tube, as the hypoxia closed down her peripheral vision. The sickening thought struck her just as she was about to pass out that of all the many beautiful things on the earth, her very last sight would be the cunt and ass of this fat, filthy matron. Finally, as the small circle of white light got smaller and smaller, a feeling of peace and calm came over her. She stopped struggling.
Katrina's whole body relaxed as she succumbed to the suffocation, blacking out. Mandy sensed the change and sat up on her knees, lifting her flabby ass cheeks from the girl's nose and mouth. Katrina lay still for a moment and then, suddenly heaved, coughed and sucked in a huge slug of air into her starved lungs.
"Almost lost ya honey. Kinda got carried away there. Here, clean me out and we'll get outta here."
Katrina continued to suck in air and exhale noisily as Mandy slowly lowered her sopping crotch to the girl's lips, holding the crotch of her panties aside with two fingers. Katrina looked up at the matron and tried to focus her eyes but couldn't clear her vision. She could see only the large white fuzzy mass of the hefty woman above her through the pool of Mandy's jism that clouded her vision and dripped down the outer corners of her eyes in small rivulets.
The matron grabbed the young girl's hair tightly in her other hand and guided her face to her waiting, dripping, gash. The smell was bad, a mixture of cum juices, urine and a whitish discharge covered her entire crotch, soaking her thick mat of pubic hair, turning it a dark black. Her engorged, cherry red outer labia glistened as it hung down, slowly dripping thick juices, leaving long threads of viscous white strings as the drops fell on Katrina's face.
Katrina felt a rush of burning vomit climb in her throat as her stomach revolted at the nasty smell. She gulped down the acrid, burning stomach contents, afraid of what the matron would do if she vomited on her. Katrina swallowed as much saliva as she could to soothe her throat. She knew the matron meant business. Katrina looked up at her again, blinked a few times and tentatively extended her tongue until the tip touched the matron's hanging cunt lips.
"Ahhhhhh, that a girl. Give Mandy a good cleaning. I need a tongue bath. Give it to me!"
Katrina jumped a bit at the last command but responded immediately, licking the inside of Mandy engorged lips in a large circle, slowly reducing the diameter of the tongue circles until she was rimming the smelly cunt hole, plunging half of her tongue into the dusky tunnel. She licked and licked, collecting the copious fluid with her tongue, like a cat, and swallowing it as fast she could.
"Yeah baby, do me . . . do me good. Clean me out little bitch!"
Katrina continued to lick until she could taste only her own saliva. She dug her tongue into the hot hole as far as it would go and licked the walls of the musty tunnel, pulling back to collect more saliva and then plunging back in again. Mandy was alternately groaning and sighing as the fresh young thing cleaned her like nobody had ever done before.
As she relaxed, head tilted back, eyes closed, she resolved to herself that she would have this girl again. She didn't know how yet, but she would figure a way to do it. She had taken hundreds of dewy young girls this same way but Katrina stood head and shoulders above the rest. Mandy had never felt this kind of all encompassing, mind numbing explosion of pure pleasure before. She was hooked.
Mandy opened her eyes and started to come back to earth, glancing over at the large wall clock across from her. She had only ten minutes to get herself put back together and to get the prisoner to Judge's Reynold's courtroom. She sat up on her knees, took a few deep breaths, admired the sight of the girl's cum slicked face one more time and then dismounted, swinging one thick leg over the girl's tits, scraping them with her knee before her foot hit the floor.
The matron quickly redressed herself, even brushing her dark brown hair to regain some semblance of a professional appearance. Katrina continued to lay on the couch, her arms numb from being trapped under her back, having taken the full weight of the broad beamed guard.
Mandy took a large handkerchief from her pocket and wiped the prisoner's face dry. She took the ball gag and shoved it hard into Katrina's resisting mouth. Mandy squeezed her nostrils closed.
"C'mon honey, open up . . . open that nice mouth of yours. We can do this hard or easy honey. It doesn't matter to me. It's all the same to me whether your awake or I pinch off your air and put you to sleep. The gag is going in."
Katrina fought a few seconds more, realized that she couldn't hold out much longer and opened her mouth. The matron wasted no time, shoving the ball deeply into Katrina's mouth and then tightly cinching up the strap on the harness to hold it in place. Mandy grabbed her by the upper part of her arms, leaned back and pulled her up to a sitting position.
"C'mon honey, we've got a date with the judge and you definitely don't want to be late for this date."
The matron roughly pulled her up on her feet and straightened out her prison shift which was bunched up around her waist. She pulled her along, out of the empty chambers, into the hallway, down a flight of stairs, around the corner and into Judge Reynold's courtroom. Katrina saw a uniformed bailiff over to the left talking to a young man in an ill fitting suit and next to them her attorney, Sheryl Bailey.
They were having a good laugh about something when they turned and watched the matron pull her down the long aisle and through the short swinging gate that separated the spectator area from the court's open bay. She hauled her over to the defendant's table on the right and roughly shoved her down in one of the two wooden chairs, pulling her bound arms up and over the high back of the chair.
The bailiff walked over and handed Mandy a thick leather strap which the matron quickly slipped over the seated girl just under her rounded breasts and then cinched tightly behind the back of the chair, pinning Katrina to the back.
Katrina struggled to stand up to try to reach her attorney but Mandy just pressed down hard on her shoulders and lower neck, pressing her into the seat of the chair. The bailiff walked to the front of the courtroom and exited through a side door, returning a few moments later.
"All rise. Here Ye, Hear Ye, Department 26 of the Superior Court of the State of California is now in session. The Honorable Judge John Maynard Reynolds presiding. All those with business before this honorable court step near and be heard."
