The Perils of Judge Julia

by DrkFetyshNyghts

  “Shit.... what IS going on here?”

  Mandy was still alone in the interview room. She thumped the coarse wooden table and shivered a bit as she tried to think. She was wrapped in a silk sheet hastily snatched as she had been led out of the place she had been arrested in. She was still in her 'work clothes'; on this occasion a skin tight latex schoolgirl uniform. Self supporting transparent latex stockings that sported a fine slightly tapered black seam up the backs. High heels that could only be described as 'impossible' and fashioned into strapless courts or pumps that only served to extend the young girl's extraordinarily long legs even more. Her more than ample breasts tucked into the skin tight black tunic, and uplifted in a manner that they threatened to spill out at any given time. With her hair in high tight pigtails that seemed to sprout from the upper sides of her head in the most adolescent of fashions, and her natural 'youthful' appearance it was clear that she was, at the time of her arrest, catering for a pretty specialist and demanding client. Even as she wracked her brain trying to fathom out who had done the dirty on her she had that taste in her mouth. Of all tastes, 'that' taste.

  “You know, its not just the video. That is damning enough. Its everything else that goes with it. The lifestyle, the bank accounts. Tax evasion. VAT evasion. The drugs. Everything. You are in a serious amount of trouble girl. I would say you are up to your neck in it. You better start talking.”

  Mandy had been so busy wracking her brain that she hadn't even heard or seen the woman detective come back in. It was her voice that snapped Mandy back into the here and now. That and the click of the lighter as the tall, almost statuesque black woman lit a cigarette. A slight jump then as she tossed the pack of cigarettes and the lighter onto the table in front of Mandy. Her nerves were on edge. Mandy looking up, asking with her eyes if she could have a cigarette herself. The woman detective a first not even acknowledging Mandy but then nodding an almost imperceptible nod giving her permission. The woman detective, in a tight fitting trouser suit with fitted jacket and high heels that couldn't be seen due to to the length of the trousers, threw a heavy laden file on the table and pulled out the chair opposite Mandy. She watched the young girl tremble a bit as she took the pack of cigarettes and lit one. The vision startling even if she was wrapped in the silk sheet. That glimpse of fetish shiny latex schoolgirl uniform, and the maturing body seemingly poured into it. Detective Inspector Elaine Dixon poured her eyes over the girl, slowly and deliberately. Watched her light the cigarette and then drag on it long and hard before inhaling, expanding her breasts, making the shiny black latex creak. Every time the young girl moved, latex creaked. Either the dress, or the stockings. With the move and with the creak came the almost overpowering whiff of rubber. It was true that interview room stank of rubber. It was as though the movement were a trigger. Every movement triggering a puff of rubber from under the silk.

  “They're gonna just love you in prison. A hot lil bitch like you. You're gonna make some dyke a real nice pet. By the looks of it all nice and ready trained as well. So much better when they don't need to train you. Less pain that way.”

  DI Dixon, Lainy to her friends spoke matter-of-factly between exhales of smoke from between full, deep red lips. It was like she spoke from an in-depth knowledge of the kinds of things that went on in women's prisons, and beyond. She didn't speak threateningly, just casually, which made her words seem somehow worse. Making sure the words filtered into Mandy's melting mind. Oh they did that alright. Those words tumbled in and settled right there on the eighteen year old's psyche. But what Lainy was saying didn't shock or scare Mandy; what she had done, or been asked and told to do over the months, nothing could scare her, she thought. Something deep inside, as those words were filtering in, made Mandy clench her thighs, give herself a little throb as the DI painted something of a bleak future for her. She couldn't explain to herself why she clenched her thighs at that painted picture. She just did. She looked across the table, directly at the attractive black woman. She didn't say anything at first, she just looked. Time after time she was replaying that video in her head. Oh god what that made her look like. And that taste still in her mouth didn't help things either. Not that it was unpleasant but rather it made her want more of the same. After sessions with this man she felt a sense of guilt and even shame. That she had been arrested in this manner and under these circumstances brought that shame home even more.

  Mandy sucked in air a little as she moved and was reminded of the pencil thin cane welts across both bottom cheeks. He had liked to do that to her had that client. He was a regular and always came for Mandy because of her young appearance. Because she could 'pull it off'. But there always had to be at least six weeks between sessions with him, so that the marks could heal over. It was one of his things; to have virgin flesh to work on. In his mind he was doing virgin flesh and Mandy could oh-so-pull that one off. She wasn't just a sexual machine, she was also an actress. The whole package albeit in a limited career that might peak and fade very quickly.

  The video had been the first and only thing the DI had showed Mandy so far. That had been the first inclination as to what she was being busted for. It was the easier option for the Detective Inspector to at least show the video. A video that would leave Mandy in no doubt that her world was crumbling down around her. Mandy licked her teeth and got a renewed burst of 'that' taste as she replayed the video in her mind. She swallowed the taste like it was fresh from her client's cock. It was like she was reliving each and every cane stroke. She sucked in air between gritted teeth almost feeling that pain all over again as the cane landed, accurately, severely. Perfectly parallel strokes across both upper thighs, working upwards to the sweet spot. The sweet spot; that spot between where the delicate very upper thighs rolls into the buttock flesh. At the time of the caning, which lasted just minutes, each welt a very defined separate line across both thighs, but as time went on then the lines fading out, the flesh swelling and the whole caned area becoming one. Mandy relived those strokes, all twelve of them one after the other. Yes they hurt. She cried. But he wanted that. He wanted her to cry. The very specific, minute fetishes of an ultra pervert. Perfect cane welts across virgin flesh, in his own mind. One might think that he would have done other things with Mandy first. Dirty things. But no; it was like he had to reduce her to tears first. Punish her for what she was GOING to do rather than what she HAD done. He wanted to do those things to her whilst she was suffering the effects of the caning. Mandy was the perfect Latex Schoolgirl. She knew the act she had to play and she played it to perfection. Yes it hurt, but she had built up some resistance and some 'enjoyment' of the pain. She actually looked forward to meeting this client which added to her guilt and shame. He excited her in strange ways. The dark things he did with her and to her kind of fed her sexuality. Fed her hunger. Fed her need. Or fed the need that was developing inside her body and mind.

  It still hurt, that caning as he was sliding a rigid erection into her cunt from behind. He wasn't fucking her because that was what he wanted to do. He was fucking her sex simply because he used the copious amounts of slippery juices she produced as a lubricant. Making sure he buried himself up to the hilt in her sexuality before taking out and directing it up inside her back door. She would never forget the first time he did that. She had screamed and screamed as he had 'popped' his cock past her sphincter. The shooting pain had been intense and had been lasting with renewed surges of pain with every full length stroke he had buried in her. Since that first time she had learned; Mandy was a fast learner and she had learned how to relax those back door muscles to allow the flesh to relax and expand around the enormous purple bell end as it made its way inside her. She often wondered how on earth a man of this age, he was over sixty, could manage such a huge, rigid erection. Not that she cared. She stayed slightly bent at the knees, stiletto'd toes pointing in to each other, just as he liked, as he reamed and fucked her ass to completion. He was a complex fetishist and without doubt a sadist of the advanced kind. At
least, advanced in comparison to what she had come across before. His peculiar fetishes, specific and minute had been built up over many years; decades in fact. God only would know how much female flesh he had defiled over the years in his quest to gratify his perversions. He even insisted on the latex uniform and stockings out of some weird theory that the latex was a seal that kept all the 'bad' inside the girl so that it couldn't spill out. Sealed in and contained for HIS pleasure. Latex for that reason. Schoolgirl uniform because he liked virgin flesh, but with a twist. He liked weirdly mature female flesh stuffed and poured into such a uniform because it added a humiliation element to the proceedings. He liked Mandy because she was a delicious mix of both. The line between real schoolgirl and mature schoolgirl 'distinctly vague' if that were possible. Trying to work out thi particular pervert would be an impossible task at best.

  Mandy staying bent forward at the hips and waist as the man reamed and fucked her ass for a prolonged period. The juices from her sex running down and mixing with his seeping pre-cum and what her ass was producing. Her heavy big nippled breasts almost falling out of the latex dress as she was rocked back and forth on her high heels. Her making all the right sounds; sounds that would appeal to what was going on in his psyche, whatever that was. A thorough controlled and deep ass fucking that would normally last for thirty minutes or so. On this occasion, the one where it was covertly filmed, lasting for fifty minutes. By the end of it her bottom making some pretty obscene, dirty wet noises. He was a repeater. At the end of a micro controlled ass fuck he could and did deposit the full load of semen into her back passage and bowels. A dirty grunting orgasm that saw him cling to her hips and pull her back hard onto his cock as he emptied his load inside her. His cock, even after shooting his load like that not losing any of its rigidity, even more amazing given his age, and the fuck slowing down and then him eventually withdrawing from her; her then standing up with mascara stained tears running down her face, looking at his dripping soiled, still rigid cock and asking,

  “Please Sir may I suck your beautiful cock clean.”

  Mandy using the voice and the words the way he liked. Girly, almost childish and with a cigarette stained huskiness about it that obviously appealed to his particular fetish. Just the sound of him grunting then, giving his 'permission' for Mandy to suck his cock clean. Mandy then sinking to her latex sheathed knees and crawling in a very particular, almost feline like way to the dangling, waving, dripping cock. Her sucking that cock into her mouth and tasting herself, and him immediately. The expertise of her mouth obvious as she sucked and cleaned. Her mouth actions serving two purposes. To clean and to stimulate ready for the second orgasm that would take place in the warm wet confines of her mouth. But her not flinching, even clenching her thighs as she was demeaned in this way. Him twisting his fingers in her pig-tails and pulling and pushing her mouth and face onto his intimacies. Her mouth slurping, tongue slapping as she cleaned and consumed. Not stopping until he was ready to come again this time in her mouth. She knew when he was about to come. She had learnt it. The very moment that he was on the edge when the bell end and glans swelled almost to explosion levels and then that deep belly grunt as the first wave hit his receptors. That first jet of the second come splashing up against the back of her throat and her throat swallowing naturally. Then her mouth going almost into autopilot as she worked it getting the most out of the orgasm. An autopilot mode that gave the client maximum pleasure, and herself as well. This time the taste fresh. Fresh pre-cum, fresh semen. She liked that. Fresh semen in her mouth. She liked the taste, the texture and the feel of it sliding down the back of her throat.

  “So come on then girl... spill it. Spill it all, save yourself a bit of grief.”

  Lainy knew Mandy was deep in thought as her mind and world crumbled around her and when she spoke she did so at a slightly increased volume level that her voice would penetrate that void that Mandy had receded into. Mandy swallowed that taste again and snapped out of it. She held one hand up with her middle finger extended in the “fuck you bitch” sign and then slowly receded back into her world.

  “I take it that means you are exercising your right of silence.”

  DI Rainy Dixon smiled, gathered her files, took the CD video disc out of the player and stood to leave. For brief seconds she stood looking down on Mandy. Then she leant to the pack of cigarettes, pushing them towards the young girl.

  “You're gonna need these sweetie.”

  A six month sentence, translating to three months actual time served. Three months in some kind of a nut house served well to fester Mandy's anger. For three whole months - thirteen weeks to be exact, Judge Julia's words rang over and over in Mandy's head.

  "Look at me girl! You have been brought before this court and found guilty on no less than thirty eight counts of solicitation. "some of the sexual favours you supplied in return for money defy belief for decent, law abiding citizens - and that you are only eighteen years old makes your crimes even more despicable. Pre-sentencing reports indicate that there are massive underlying problems that need to be addressed by you and for you. You are a disgusting little creature – a common prostitute even if you did fall short of selling your wares, just, on street corners. Only a custodial sentence fits the crimes you are guilty of. I am sending you to a specialist institution where god alone can hope that you receive the help that you obviously need. You will be taken to “SECFAC” and be kept there for a period of six months. We can only hope that you also learn the error of your ways whilst you are there.

  "take this vile little creature down and out of my sight."

  Those words stayed with Mandy right through her sentence; if it could be called a sentence. That she only had to serve half of the six months didn't matter. It was WHAT the thirty seven year old Judge said and the WAY she said it. And what would happen when she got the Hell that had been given the very respectable label SECFAC. Judge Julia had made Mandy feel like an insect - a dirty little insect with issues. Mandy would never forget standing in the dock, women custody officers either side of her and with the dark haired, big titted, haughty, snooty voiced Judge Julia almost 'enjoying' taking her out of circulation. Mandy remembered looking back at Julia, just as she was being taken down the stairs to the court cells, there was just a hint of a satisfied smile across the older woman's, lip-glossed, prudish, proper mouth. It wasn't only anger that festered during the three months she was locked up. Mandy met some interesting' people during her time at SECFAC. And spent her time well, even if probably not in the way intended by the Court. Revenge was an interesting proposition made even more interesting when she realised how easy it would be with the help of certain people. Revenge would be sweet, IF she got through the three months incarceration and that god awful place. She just had to keep her head down. Do her time. Accept the 'help' that it was considered she needed. Do the therapy. Nod her head where it was expected to be nodded. Tell the powers that be that she was oh so sorry, that she had indeed learnt the error of her ways. That she would never ever ever suck a cock again lest she be struck down on the spot. NOT! As she was taken down those stairs, inside she chuckled to herself at the thought. Three months, twelve weeks she would piss it. Easy peasy. Even with the words of DI Dixon still swilling round her mind set, about how certain people would love her in a place like that, she still thought it would be easy. Still thought she would do it standing on her head. But wait.. DI Dixon didn't know back then that Mandy would be sent to SECFAC. She had said “prison”. Mandy wasn't going to prison. That could all mean her luck would fall on either side – or so she thought. There was only going to be one way her luck would fall and that, depending on how one looked at it was on the bad side. But a side that would lead to a festering hatred of Judge Julia. In her mind, the way she worked it all out, it was all her fault. All that Judge Julia's fault. She would pay. That bitch would pay. Maybe she would but not before Mandy herself had been taken to a different place; a different level of sexuality.

  SECFAC – S
outh East Centre For Addiction Control.

  If Mandy could have screamed, she would have. She would have screamed and screamed for a variety of reasons, and she would have screamed at a variety of different pitches and tones for those different reasons. But she couldn't scream. She couldn't do anything. Oh, that wouldn't be strictly true; she could 'think'. They had made sure she could still think. Maybe she couldn't think straight. But she could think to a degree. And she was allowed to be fully aware of what was happening to her. She was allowed to be kept fully aware of what was going on in the rest of her melting mind, and in the entirety of her delicious eighteen year old body. But that in itself was a torture that she could do nothing about. That fact alone; the fact that she simply could not do anything but accept what was happening to her was enough to make her want to scream loud. Not as loud a scream though as what was being done to her, and with her would produce. Oh yes, and she could control her breathing, just, but only because she had to.

  SECFAC had two sides. The good side, the public side. The side which took the most vulnerable in society; drug addicts, alcoholics, young people with issues; young people with background issues. SECFAC took them in, helped them. Offered support and therapy. The privately funded, and therefore sparsely regulated concern operating deep in the Sussex countryside gained huge support with the work it did but it remained a closely guarded very private concern. All attempts to bring it more out in the open, to introduce it and its ground breaking methods of dealing with old issues like drug and alcohol addiction were met by a brick wall. This brick wall meant that there existed always like a dark cloud over the brilliant things that had been achieved there. There existed a question mark, the same question that time after time came up – what have they got to hide? The official line was that the funding, the staff, those who ran this place wanted to remain private for those, and for the inmates. Inmates sounds a slightly over the top description, but appropriate none-the-less since within the Centre there was a secure unit for those considered needy of such a unit. The answer to the question always did remain more than slightly insufficient. And yet, nothing bad, or negative came out of the place. It was what it was and one could only shrug the shoulders in response to the brick wall that appeared to surround the place and those who funded and worked there. It remained also the case that, none of the individuals that the Centre helped ever spoke negatively about it once they left. It just remained a sugary coated, slightly dark thing that people simply accepted.