The Perils of Judge Julia

by DrkFetyshNyghts

  Martha most definitely did emphasise the creature word, but it was like she was latching on to the class and style of Judge Julia. Julia didn't need to big herself up when she had friends and acquaintances of the sort who were in the room. There was laughter – creatures in cages, indeed. Julia sipped from a glass of sweet white wine that had been served with desert. She should have been lapping up the praise and adoration. But she wasn't like that. It is actually hard to say she was like. A woman so comfortable with herself and what she did in life, a woman so perfect in every single way that she didn't really need to be told. Or she didn't need to have it pointed out by individuals or underlined by any others of her peers. It was only when she broke with tradition, when she did the unexpected, and when she said something unexpected, which wasn't very often, that people did those second takes, let the words or deed sink in and then react.

  “Oh Martha you ARE really too kind. You KNOW that I only do it because I get some weird fetish kink out of it. Sending these people down. Taking things from them, their liberty, their lives. I like that. It turns me on.”

  Were those words and the way they were said an act or was that really how she felt. It was this sort of unexpected that people never really knew how to take. It was certainly a way or a reason to hastily change the subject. Except that Martha wouldn't let that happen.

  “Mmmmmm yes darling, I thought that. I thought there was something behind it. Take that one creature you sent down a few months ago. That prostitute..... uhhhhhhhh......”

  Martha seemed to be trying to remember a name, or something more specific with which to guide the woman who must have imprisoned hundreds of people since she came to the silk at the incredibly young age of twenty nine. Judge Julia cut her off.

  “They're all vile creatures Martha dear. But I do so like the imploring eyes as they are taken down.”

  Martha had been referring to the case of Mandy. Julia wouldn't be able to, for the life of her remember her. Not unless her mind was jogged that was. If there was some event, some happening that would jog her memory to specific offenders... then she would remember with photographic clarity every single aspect of the case.

  Later that evening.

  The abduction of Judge Julia was so meticulous in its planning and execution that the

  attractive thirty seven year old had been hooded and immobilised before she had the slightest inclination that something was wrong. Before even her brain had computed what was happening, the pull cord was being drawn around her attractive, perfect neck.

  Julia had been to the posh dinner party and was dressed accordingly, stylishly in a cocktail gown affair that flattered her perfection even more, if that was possible. She had just parked her Mercedes in her reserved slot of the underground car park of the private apartment building and was searching her clutch bag for her door keys when mini-skirted, cigarette smoking Mandy stepped out in front of her. Mandy it seemed had gone back to her roots. Back to basics. Although it was true that she had never worked from the streets before. But here and now, it was a different Mandy to that of her hey day; those days before her arrest and before her incarceration at SECFAC. She had spent twelve weeks to the day in that place. The time didn't matter. It was what had happened there that had counted. It was what had happened after that Bitch Judge Julia had sent her down that mattered. That had turned her into what she had become to this day. Judging Julia's predicament on that basis alone the older woman should have been afraid, very afraid. I guess, had she been given time to think, to compute, she WOULD have been very afraid.

  "Hi bitch, remember me?"

  Mandy spoke just before the sack was pulled over the Judge's head, but there was no time to think. She looked up startled, more surprised than anything that anyone else, besides her, was in the car park at that time of night. Where were the security guards? Mandy was pretty, long legged and petite but basically a low-life. Julia had to search her memory banks long and hard to remember her. In the instant that recognition came the thick, rough sack was pulled over her head and tied around her neck from behind. In the same slick movement, her hands were pulled back and cuffed. She stumbled back on her high heels but a strong arm wrapped itself around her waist, again from behind, and held her rigid. There was no noise from inside the sack-hood. The shock had struck Julia dumb. Her usual faultless perfection and professionalism had deserted her and nothing except a bubbling whimper came out of her mouth. Instinctively there was just a brief struggle during which one un-brassiered breast spilled from the tight, low cut, sleeveless cocktail dress. She tried to move herself, her arms to cover herself but that didn't work. Mandy watched the breast spill and then bounce to a standstill. She watched the large, thick nipple become erect in the cold night air and smiled. The eighteen year old hooker took a long deep drag on her cigarette. She stood and looked at her captive.

  'Nice and tall".

  The ankle length, black cocktail dress, by design, was provocatively split up the front of one thigh, to the hip. The way she was being held meant that one leg, completely sheathed in the dark brown of her nylon pantihose, was fully displayed by the slit. The feeling of vulnerability when it came, was instant and packed a severe punch. She could feel her nipple erect. She couldn't see it but she could feel it. She could feel it filling, thickening and elongating and then she could feel that familiar throb in the base of the nipple. Inside her own mind she let out a sob, but the sob didn't make it to her mouth or escape the luscious smoothness of her perfectly glossed lips. Maybe Judge Julia's intelligence and abnormally high IQ was a hindrance to her in this predicament. Maybe just maybe her super intelligence was telling her that she was in deep, deep shit here and that it wasn't going to be a happy ending. She shuddered at the nipple throb. It was the throb she always got. She referred to it as her secret throb. It wasn't something she ever ever talked about. That was something she never did; talk about her most personal private things. That was one of the things that added to her allure. It added to her mystery and it added to her perfection. No-one ever got to KNOW Judge Julia either professionally or socially. But here and now, her secret thing, that thing with her nipples was on display. She could feel it on display. Somehow she could FEEL the young girl's eyes on her. Somehow it was like she could even feel the thoughts Mandy was thinking.

  'Nice long legs '.

  'Good hips must mean a nice rounded arse'.

  Mandy's thoughts were very loud inside her own head. She didn't speak them. She was thinking, sizing up the Judge. Looking at the bigger picture; future prospects and all that. This had been the first time she had seen the Bitch since that day in the Crown Court. And then she hadn't really seen her at all. Just that freaky white wig and the black silks robes. And only a very brief glimpse of her standing but getting no idea of just how well stacked this stuck up cunt was. The one and only vivid memory of Judge Julia that Mandy had was that red lipstick. Deep almost blood red, and gloss. That vision, those lips would always but always stay with Mandy. That and the words that hissed between her lips as she summed up and handed down sentence. Here and now she was impressed, very impressed. She took another drag on the cigarette before dropping it to the floor and stabbing it out with one carefully aimed stiletto heel. She approached her captive and deliberately aimed a long nailed flick at her exposed, erect nipple.

  “Uhhhhhhhhhh godddddddddd noooooooooooo dontttttttt you DARE dooo that.”

  A screech from inside the hood, as the flick sent a spasm into the core of the nipple and therefor into the throb that existed there. Another slight struggle but the arm held her tight. Mandy scooped the remaining breast from the confines of the cocktail dress and dropped it casually, so that it bounced and so that the flesh rippled. Both breasts rippled and then rested. Mandy flicked the softer nipple to rush its erection. Another screech from inside the hood.

  'Nice, big nippled titties.'

  Julia began the process of becoming mortified inside the hood. Her usual impeccable, perfect ability to perform under dure
ss was deserting her and she was beginning to find it difficult to think straight, or even logically. She swallowed a gulp that sounded noisy in her own head and ears, and in the confines of the rough sack hood as her mind suffered another degree of meltdown. Julia wasn't used to this world. She wasn't brought up in such a cruel world and didn't really know that such a world existed. Maybe a sign that modern day Judges are detached from reality; and that they don't actually understand the world they are expected to judge during trials. This was becoming a severe and acutely debilitating first lesson for Judge Julia; and yet, her ordeal hadn't even started.

  "There are lots of men - and women - who will pay a fortune to have some fun with you, Bitch'"

  Mandy emphasising the Bitch word and speaking this time, rather than just thinking. Not understating at all as Julia might have, but getting her point across in the venom of her voice. Shock giving way to realisation meant that a noise, slightly more audible than a screech coming from inside the hood. A terrified reaction to what Mandy was saying. Yes Julia's mind was melting and she was becoming disorientated, and yet, her natural ability to listen and absorb words spoken by others stayed with her. She would have laughed if some little scrote like Mandy had uttered those words from the witness dock in a Crown Court because that was HER world. That was her stomping ground where SHE ruled the roost. If some low life drug taking whore uttered ANY words of contempt to her from the dock she would more often than not add to the sentence she had already decided on in advance. But this wasn't the Crown Court, this wasn't her world, her stomping ground. The world was alien. Julia didn't like this world but she had no power or control to remove herself from it.

  "Ok, let's load this piece of 'baggage' into the van. the sooner we get back, the sooner we can get started."

  This time the baggage word emphasised. Mandy knowing at least a little of what Julia must have been feeling and sensing. She wasn't simply broken at SECFAC, she had been completely and utterly broken and then rebuilt and re-educated. The things she experienced, learnt and saw in that place, in those sub-basements of that place would stay with her for a long long time. Forever. But at the same time all of that stuff, all of the SECFAC stuff had stood her in good stead. She had played the game. Toed the line and come out the other side. The powers that be in there had been so impressed with Mandy and her 'talents' that they had pointed her in the right direction when she left. They had liked her, taken a shine to her; recognised something in her. Mandy wasn't a loser. She had understood fully when it had been explained to her that in order for her to take someone down completely herself, she would have to know what it was like to be on the receiving end. She would have to know what it was like to be rock bottom before she herself could bring someone to that same level, or even below that level. She GOT that. She understood it and for that reason she subscribed fully to the notion that she would be destroyed and then rebuilt into a different breed of creature. She absolutely intended that she would not be one of the losers. That she wouldn't be one to be destroyed and then discarded by this organisation of fucking freaks. She had made mental notes before she was broken She had absolutely made her mind up that she would be taken to rock bottom, and to dark places but that she would learn from them. She would learn from them and then she would set her sights on Judge Julia. They had got to like her at SECFAC. Her tender years had been a help in this and far from fooling them, or not knowing what was going through her mind they were too good at what they did and how they did it. They recognised a natural talent when they saw it. So in addition to gratifying their own perverse ends, they were more than happy to bring Mandy back up and in the process, set up one of the establishment, that being Judge Julia, for the biggest fall of her life.

  The ride in the back of the transit van, for Julia was an undignified, rough affair. She had been bundled into it and dumped on the bare metal floor by two men. Her still naked tits crushed into the dirty, gritty floor. And she could feel every little tiny sharp shard of that grit. Every bump the van went over and every slight move she made she could feel her mature, smooth white breast flesh sliding over the steel of the van floor and the grit. Oh this was such a different world for Julia. She couldn't see anything, the sack prevented that. She was aware of her exposed legs and the ruining of her expensive dress. She was horrified when her captors discovered that she was wearing no panties. The panty line would have been clearly visible, such was the tightness of the dress. And besides, it was another of her little self-secrets. Going without panties. Everyone else saw her as perfect. She on the other hand knew there were tiny little flaws in there somewhere. Not even the great Judge Julia probably knew that such fantasies of downfall and degradation were common within her class and circles. In these circumstances she was being made to feel 'cheap' for not wearing panties. She hated herself for feeling that, knowing it, given that the underlying feeling, the underlying feel was that her life could well be in danger. And yet despite that, here she was living, and knowing her secret fantasies were bizarrely coming true. That had been one of her secret fantasies. To be made to feel cheap and yet knowing, in her own mind that there was no-one on this earth who could make her feel like that. Up to now. There was another little sob, this time though it escaped her brain and into her mouth, and she felt her trembling lips as she poured the sob into the rough sack. Strangely, she smelt her own breath then. A kind of rasping wet breath that poured out of her mouth and then filtered around inside the rough sack hood before pouring back over her own face and sliding up inside her nasal receptors. It was funny, she had never thought that fear, anticipation could or would have a smell, an odour attached to it, and yet lying there in that van, hooded and cuffed and vulnerable, she thought that if it did have a smell, then that would be it. Her breath and the way it escaped like from the pit of her stomach or beyond would be it. She shuddered.

  "So - the tramp doesn't wear knickers. Expecting to get a cunt full tonight were you bitch? Maybe you will get just that'"

  Mandy rode in the back of the van with one of the men. The other drove. Her sneering comment was accompanied by a dig to Julia's thigh with her stiletto. Julia screeched dragged her leg, laddering her pantihose, that grit digging in and burying itself in her soft leg flesh at the same time. A small hole appeared where the metal tipped heel had dug in.

  "Come on, let's get going - its gonna be a long night. Feel free to have a nice long FEEL of her on the way."

  The eighteen year old ex-prostitute spoke first to the driver of the van and then the second guy with her in the back of the van. Julia shuddered at her words. The van started, moved off. After a few minutes a rough hand worked under her torso and found one of her tits.

  “Uhhhhhhh noooooooooo nooooooooooooo....”

  There was a ghastly tone to the sound and the voice that came from inside the hood. It was as though, the person it belonged to, Judge Julia, was having difficulty coming to terms with what was being done to her and with her. It was as though the mental effects were kicking in. It was as though those effects were kicking in very early. This was very early in proceedings. Normally a delayed shock would only now be starting to manifest itself. But with Julia, that shock had already given way to a despair building to a fear for her own future. All kinds of questions sliding in and out of her mind, penetrating even the darkest places of her mind and staying right there. I mean, these people, this vile girl couldn't very well kidnap and then oversea the sexual and mental abuse of her and then let her live to tell the take now could she? She would have to be disposed of and that would be in the most terrible way imaginable. I mean she could for one minute see that this Mandy creature would want to make it fast, swift and painless. She sobbed again and gritted perfect white teeth as she felt one of her large 44e breasts becoming intimately acquainted with that hand, those fingers. She could feel her breath over the same breast that the hand mauled. She always had had very sensitive breasts. Oh god he wasn't going to kiss her breast was he? Or worse, going to bring the nipple up and suck it
into his disgusting obscene mouth. She shuddered and that made her move bodily. But that only served to let this guy, whoever he was, whatever he was to get a better handful of her breast flesh. That hand, that thick fingered, disgusting obscene hand mauled her breast like it had every right to do that and although her sight had been taken away from her with the hood, she could see the thug, leaning over her, helping himself to her femininity in the most brutish of ways. He squeezed it and generally abused it. Thick fingers found her nipple and squeezed, then twisted. In her distress, her long legs struggled then splayed wide open.

  The free hand of the man ran his fingers up the length of Julia's nyloned sex-slit. She shuddered a deep felt cringing horror at the direction of travel of the fingers. - She tried to close her legs to move away from the ever progressing fingers but the bondage she was in prevented that. Her movements only succeeded in assisting a better journey for those fingers, unhindered and smooth. It was like this brute, this thug was enjoying her legs especially. It was like he was a leg-man and he was enjoying these legs. She could tell he was enjoying the way he stroked her leg as he made his way up. Almost tender, worshipful strokes and then she felt one digit stroking the crotch of her pantihose. She cringed, held her breath before letting out an almost pitiful wet whimper. Him stroking and at the same time pressing the sheer, expensive nylon to her pantiless, exposed sex lips.The distortion of her sex lips, the friction and texture created sending mind numbing humiliation coarsing through her.

  “Uhhhhhhhhhh gawddddddddddddddd n-noooooooooooooooo.”

  He seemed to know what he was doing and how he did it. He seemed to know what she would be feeling. He seemed to know everything about her; or was that in her own mind? She sobbed inside the hood, a wet snotty sob as she first tried to move away from the fingers, trued to arch her back and move her pelvis away from the fingers before giving up, recognising that it was futile to even try. That and an exhale of breath as though she was happy to give up. She had tried and she had given up and now had to put up with those pressing fingers, sliding finger between her lips. At first she couldn't be sure if it was little bursts of pleasure she was feeling or, was she just way off the mark? Her flesh twitched as the sensations sent little spasms into the base of her clitoris, her ever so secret place. No she was feeling it she was really feeling it. The one place that was her's and no-one else's. The very core of her femininity and secrecy. Until now. Then the fingers pushing, parting her lips through the nylon. She squealed. Another finger finding her hooded clitoris.