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Dr. Whitmore ascended slowly to the witness stand. His footsteps echoed distinctly on the wooden floor of the courtroom, each heel striking as if to remind everyone of the weight of his authority and expertise. He sat down, straightened his back, and with a single glance. Silenced the murmurs in the hall.
Judge Dolcrast gestured with his hand, a half-smile curling his lips, and his booming voice thundered: "We are here to hear the testimony of Dr. Whitmore, a man whose name precedes him. Let his words be heard and prepare yourselves for a truth from which there is no escape."
The silence that followed was almost sacred. Only shallow, dry breaths could be heard among the crowd. Dr. Whitmore glanced at the papers before him yet spoke with clarity as if every word was already engraved in his memory.
"The examinations we conducted," he began in a steady tone, "led to a single, undeniable conclusion. In the body of the victim, we found a considerable quantity of DNA. The laboratory confirmed it was semen. The sperm cells themselves were weak, exhausted, as is typical of the race from which the defendants come. And yet, despite their weakness, the genetic signature was unmistakable. The comparison with the defendant’s DNA showed a perfect match, beyond any scientific doubt."
At that moment, Gerard, seated at his bench, smiled with satisfaction. It was a sharp, almost cold smile, the smile of someone who recognizes how a single piece of evidence can erase every possibility of defense.
The lawyer for the Mexican parents leapt from his seat. His face flushed red, his voice shook: "Your Honor! In the evidence submitted to the court, it was never written that the source of the DNA was semen. This is a crucial omission -"
His words were cut short by a thunderous roar: "Silence, you pathetic lawyer!" bellowed Judge Dolcrast, his face twisted in rage. "You come here with your pitiful arguments, the product of some insignificant, disreputable college, and you dare challenge the credibility of Dr. Whitmore? You are not even worthy of standing beneath his feet! Dr. Whitmore is a man of science, a pillar of truth. He is a thousand times more reliable than you - and you dare question him?"
The audience held its breath. Some shrank back in their seats. And then, suddenly, two figures in the gallery clapped their hands - a sharp, solitary sound that rolled through the hall, silent confirmation of the judge’s fury.
Judge Dolcrast leaned back into his chair, his tone cold as steel: "If it were lawful, I would sentence you to chemical castration simply for the thought of defending such monsters."
The judge fixed his penetrating gaze at Dr. Whitmore: "Explain to the court, Doctor. What exactly did you find?"
Dr. Whitmore inhaled deeply, answering in a steady but clinical tone: "The laboratory reported an unusually high concentration of cum. The infant's rectum was full of that. Such an amount cannot be explained by incidental or isolated contact. It indicates full penetration, and the source is beyond dispute."
The judge narrowed his eyes, pressing: "Can you state definitively who the source was?"
The doctor paused, clearing his throat with discomfort, then delivered the words in the coldest, most clinical terms: "The genetic profile is a complete match with the father, Mr. Ramirez. There is no other possibility. The quantity and precision of the identification leave zero doubt."
The courtroom fell silent. All heads turned toward the Mexican father, whose breathing grew heavy. His wife buried her face in her hands. The judge, sounding almost satisfied, concluded: "Then the court has its answer."
The Mexican father, who until now had sat silently on the defendants’ bench, suddenly erupted. His face flushed, his eyes filled with tears, and he jumped to his feet, flailing his hands in desperation. His voice cracked as he shouted in broken, stumbling English: "No! No true! Is not me! Is not my doing! Doctor lie! Is not my baby hurt!"
His words tumbled out roughly, heavy with accent, almost unintelligible. A few people in the audience turned their heads, some smirked, others recoiled at the rawness of his cry.
Judge Dolcrast leaned back in his chair, raised his chin, and then burst into a dry, venomous laugh. He mocked the father’s words in a distorted, taunting voice: "Nooo true, iz not meee, doctor lieee…"
The crowd erupted into uneasy laughter. The judge waved his hand as if ridiculing a whining child or a drunken fool. Then, in a thunderous, commanding voice, he spat out: "You are not in your Mexico now. This is a court of order, and you will answer properly - or stay silent! Do you understand? You will not hide behind your broken English; you will not cover the truth with that pitiful accent!"
The judge watched him still; lips curled in a cold sneer of contempt, relishing the moment when even the most pathetic resistance was crushed beneath his authority.
The judge raised his hand with a cutting motion, his voice booming through the courtroom: “Given the defense’s doubts, there is no choice but to bring the victim himself before the court. The public, this bench, the jury, you shall all see with your own eyes what has been done.”
The audience froze. This moment had already crossed every boundary of reason, and the tension thickened almost to suffocation. The court guard nodded sharply, and within a minute the side door swung open. Two officers pushed in a heavy wooden crib on wheels, its groaning sound scraping against the stone floor. Inside the crib lay the baby, wrapped in a thin blanket, fragile, almost translucent under the harsh lights of the courtroom.
At once, the Mexican parents burst into wailing. They rose to their feet, arms stretched out as if pleading for mercy. The mother cried out in broken Spanish, the father stammered in clumsy English, his words fractured and desperate, unable to contain his anguish.
The judge struck his gavel. “Order in the court!” he shouted. Then, with cold cynicism, he turned to the guards: “Shackle them tightly to their seats. I will not allow these two to approach the victim again. Here, under the eyes of the law, they shall not be given another chance to harm him.”
The guards moved roughly, fastening the parents’ wrists to the iron rails at the sides of the bench. The mother trembled, tears streaming down her cheeks; the father tried once more to shout, but the judge mocked his broken English with a sneer, twisting every word, while bitter laughter rippled faintly through the crowd.
Judge Dolcrast stood up, his voice booming through the courtroom. "And now, ladies and gentlemen, I believe it's time for the main event. Bring in the baby!"
A hush fell over the crowd, followed by a smattering of applause. The baby was carried in by a guard, his face rough but resolute. He laid the baby down on a table in the center of the room, positioning him so that his tiny, violated ass was facing the crowd.
The judge turned to the audience, a cruel smile on his face. "Come on, don't be shy. Take a look. This is what those filthy Mexicans did to their own son. This is the price of their sin."
A murmur ran through the crowd, and then, slowly, the first person stood up. An elderly man, his face flushed with a sick excitement. He hobbled forward, leaning heavily on his cane, until he was standing right in front of the table. He looked down at the baby, his eyes gleaming with perverse curiosity.
Then, he reached out a trembling hand and touched the baby's ass. The crowd gasped, a mix of shock and arousal. The old man's hand lingered, his fingers tracing the lines of the baby's bruises, the edges of the gaping hole.
More people stood up, the atmosphere in the room growing thick with a sickening mix of horror and desire. Men and women alike pushed their way to the front, eager to get a closer look at the baby's ruined hole. They touched it, some of them even sticking their fingers inside, exploring the baby's most intimate place with a crude, voyeuristic glee.
Gerard watched from the sidelines, his cock hard as he watched the baby being violated all over again. He could see the judge out of the corner of his eye, his own cock tenting his robes.
The defense lawyer's protest was met with a wave of the judge's hand, a dismissive gesture that brooked no argument. "Silence!" the judge barked, his voice echoing through the courtroom. "This is for the good of justice! We must see the full extent of the damage done to this poor child."
He turned to the guard, his voice dropping to a sickeningly sweet tone. "Take the baby to my chambers, won't you? I'd like to examine him myself, ensure that no further harm comes to him."
The guard hesitated, then nodded, carrying the baby away. The judge watched him go, his eyes lingering on the baby's tiny, violated ass.
He turned back to the courtroom, his face a mask of solemnity. "I will need two witnesses to accompany me. Dr. Whitmore, if you would be so kind. And… Officer Gerard, your expertise would be invaluable in this matter."
Gerard felt a thrill run through him as he stood up, following the judge and the doctor out of the courtroom and into the judge's chambers. The room was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of old books and expensive cologne.
The judge placed the baby down on his desk, positioning him so that his ass was sticking out over the edge. He looked up at Gerard and Dr. Whitmore, his eyes gleaming with dark excitement.
"Gentlemen," he said, his voice barely more than a whisper. "We have a lot of work to do. We must ensure that this baby's injuries are fully documented, for the sake of justice."
He reached out, his fingers tracing the edge of the baby's gaping hole. "It's amazing, isn't it? Such a tiny thing, and yet it took so much cock. I can hardly imagine the stretch."
He looked up at Gerard, a cruel smile on his face.
Dr. Whitmore nodded, his eyes gleaming with a sick fascination. "It's remarkable, Your Honor. The tissue is so delicate, and yet it's been stretched to its absolute limit."
Gerard watched as the judge's fingers probed the baby's hole, the baby squirming and crying at the unwanted touch. He could feel his own cock hardening, pressing painfully against the zipper of his pants.
The judge looked up at him, a knowing smirk on his face. "You like this, don't you, Gerard? The way the baby squirms, the way it cries. It's almost like it's begging for more, isn't it?"
Gerard nodded, unable to hide the lust in his eyes. "Yes, Your Honor," he said, his voice gruff with desire. "It's fucking beautiful."
The judge chuckled, turning back to the baby. "And look at this, gentlemen. The baby's little ass is so tight, even now. It's like a tiny, used-up cunt. I bet it would feel amazing, fucking something so small, so helpless."
He looked up at them, his eyes gleaming with dark excitement. "Wouldn't you like to try it?"
Dr. Whitmore hesitated, then nodded, his voice barely more than a whisper. "I… I think I would, Your Honor."
The judge turned to Gerard, his smirk widening into a full-blown grin. "And you, Gerard? Would you like to fuck this little alien's ass? To feel it stretch around your cock, to hear it scream as you fill it with your seed?"
Gerard nodded, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Yes, Your Honor," he said, his voice hoarse with desire. "I would fucking love that."
The judge wasted no time, unbuckling his pants and letting his hard cock spring free. He positioned himself between the baby's legs, lining up the head of his cock with the baby's tiny, gaping hole.
"Now, let's see how this feels," he said, his voice growling low. And with one smooth thrust, he pushed inside.
The baby screamed, a high, piercing sound that filled the room. The judge grunted, his eyes rolling back in his head as he felt the baby's tight ass clench around him.
"Fuck, it's amazing," he groaned, his hips moving in short, sharp thrusts. "So fucking tight. Like a little velvet fist."
Dr. Whitmore and Gerard watched, their own cocks out and in their hands, stroking themselves as they watched the judge fuck the baby. The baby's cries filled the room, a mix of pain and fear, but the judge and the others were too lost in their own pleasure to care.
"Your turn, Gerard," the judge grunted, pulling out and nodding to the officer. "I want to see how you handle this little cunt."
Gerard didn't need to be told twice. He stepped forward, his cock hard and leaking as he positioned himself at the baby's entrance. He could see the judge's precum leaking out, and he groaned at the thought of fucking it back inside.
"Fuck, it's so warm," he groaned, pushing inside. The baby cried out again, but Gerard was past caring. He grabbed the baby's hips, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh as he began to fuck him hard and deep.
Dr. Whitmore watched, his hand moving faster on his cock as he watched Gerard fuck the baby. "You're missing out, Whitmore," the judge said, his voice chuckled low. "Come on, join us."
Dr. Whitmore hesitated for a moment, then nodded, stepping forward. His cock was smaller than the judge's or Gerard's, but it was still thick enough to make the baby cry out in pain as he entered him.
"Oh, fuck," he groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head. "It's so tight. Like a little vice grip."
The judge and Gerard watched, their cocks hard and leaking as they took turns fucking the baby. The baby's cries filled the room, but they were drowned out by the grunts and groans of the three men.
The judge grabbed the baby's face, forcing him to look up at him as he fucked him hard and deep. "You like that, you little alien cunt?" he snarled. "You like taking our cocks? You like being used by real men?"
The baby whimpered, tears streaming down his face as the judge's cock slammed into him again and again. The judge could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening as he got closer and closer to the edge.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he groaned, his hips moving faster and faster. "I'm gonna fill your little cunt with my seed. I'm gonna breed you like the little alien whore you are."
The baby cried out again, but the judge was too far gone to care. He groaned, his cock pulsing as he filled the baby's ass with his cum. He pulled out, his pedocock still hard, as he watched Gerard take his turn.
Gerard fucked the baby hard and fast, his cock slamming into him with enough force to make the baby's tiny body shake. He grabbed the baby's hips, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh as he held on for dear life.
"Fuck, it's so good," he groaned, his hips moving like a piston. "I'm gonna cum..."
Gerard's cock swelled inside the baby, and with a final, deep thrust, he came, filling the baby's tiny hole with his hot seed. He pulled out, his cock glistening with cum and baby lube, and stepped aside, panting and spent.
Dr. Whitmore took his place, his cock hard and throbbing as he lined up with the baby's gaping hole. He could see Gerard's and the judge's cum leaking out, and he groaned at the thought of adding his own to the mix.
"Your turn, Whitmore," the judge said, a cruel smile on his face. "I want to see you fuck this little cunt until you're dry."
Dr. Whitmore nodded, grabbing the baby's hips and pulling him closer. He could feel the baby's body shaking, could hear his soft cries, but he was too far gone in his own pleasure to care. He began to fuck the baby slowly and deeply, his cock sliding in and out of the baby's stretched hole with ease.
"Oh, fuck," he groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head. "It's so good. So fucking good. I could fuck you forever, you little Mexican cunt."
He could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening as he got closer and closer to the edge. He looked down at the baby, at the way his tiny body was stretched around his cock, and he groaned, his hips moving faster and faster.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he groaned, his cock pulsing as he filled the baby's ass with his cum. He pulled out, his cock still hard, as he watched the judge.
Dr. Whitmore sighed, his cock still hard as he looked down at the baby, now lying limp and used on the judge's desk. "I'm going to miss this little cunt when the trial is over," he said, his voice a low growl. "He's been such a good fuck."
The judge chuckled, a dark sound that sent a shiver down Dr. Whitmore's spine. "I think we can arrange something, Doctor," he said, his eyes gleaming with a dark excitement. "For the right price, anything is possible."
Dr. Whitmore's eyes widened, hope flaring in his chest. "Anything, Your Honor?"
The judge nodded, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "Anything. How much are you willing to pay for this little alien cunt?"
Dr. Whitmore hesitated, then named his price. The judge listened, his smile widening as he realized how much the doctor was willing to pay for the baby.
"Done," he said, his voice a low growl. "Upon the rendering of my judgment, I shall decree that the infant be placed in your custody, to be lawfully adopted as your own. But remember, he's a gift. You must take good care of him."
Dr. Whitmore nodded, his cock hardening at the thought of having the baby all to himself. "I will, Your Honor. I promise."
The judge smiled, a cold, calculating smile. "Good. Then it's settled. You will take the baby home with you, and you will… entertain him, as you see fit."
He paused, his eyes gleaming with a dark excitement. "But remember, Doctor. If you ever speak of this, if you ever breathe a word of what we've done here today, I will ruin you. Do you understand?"
Dr. Whitmore nodded, his throat dry with fear and anticipation. "Yes, Your Honor. I understand."
The judge smiled, a cold, satisfied smile.