“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.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Judy felt ashamed. Some clothes had been found for her and she was now sitting in a precinct house, not knowing what to say, certain the police would believe everything Bert Karnstein had said to her. No one had said much to her other than to give her a cup of hot coffee. One officer did tell her a stenographer would be in to take her statement.
“Feeling better?”
She looked up and saw Al Bombannente there.
“Al? How…?”
“Did you think I was going to let you go off by yourself that way?” he asked. “I followed you in my car. I even drove by you when you followed Karnstein to the warehouse. Then I hurried to the nearest police station and told them you had gone to see a parolee on your own to keep him from getting into trouble, and it was my belief that he was going to harm you. I explained ahead of time that you were interested solely in trying to rehabilitate the parolee, but he was one of those mean ones. Had he been one of mine, he would have been back inside weeks ago. I explained that you were trying to turn him into a useful citizen, but I was afraid he would attempt to abuse you. We would have gotten there about fifteen minutes sooner had these clods listened to me right from the start. They had to go checking through the files first, looking up Karnstein and then looking you up to make sure you were who I said you were. Don’t worry. As far as they’re concerned, you’re just an overly conscientious parole officer who tried a little too hard, although you’ll be commended for sending me to the police to tell them about all those men meeting in the warehouse.”