The Perils of Judge Julia (6 page)

"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.

“Mmmmmmmmm noooooooo gawdddddddddd........”

She was burning furiously inside the hood and there was one final attempt to move away from the fingers like a sign of rebellion but it didn't work. She could arch and she could pull her pelvis away, but the fingers simply followed. They follow and intensified the strokes of her slightly swollen sex-lips. From somewhere deep inside, the lawyer in her informed her that she was in the process of being kidnapped and sexually molested. But it told her this was more than that. The finger at her clitoris was finding that friction, the mesh of the nylon serving the purpose, making the clitoris fill and swell. The little nub becoming hard, and extra sensitive. That little nub, between strokes of the finger tip, pressing out against the tight nylon crotch of the pantihose. That pantihose slowly becoming damp. Then damper. That dampness turning into a wetness. Then a saturation. Judge Julia then sobbing bitterly as she became aware of the produce that was slipping from between the lips of her cunt and into the nylon crotch. All the time those fingers working. Working her incessantly, working non-stop. Once again Judge Julia's intelligence and intellect letting her down as she knew, somehow she just knew, maybe it was women's intuition or a deeper thing, but she simply knew that she was on the start of a downward spiral.

THREE - V
ENUE

The venue, oh yes, the Venue; an inner city basement flat used by 'specialist' prostitutes. That is basically a basement in an old sprawling townhouse, that normally would be snapped up and turned into a luxury pad for some City high flyer, but instead had been completely utterly gutted and then minutely designed by those who know about things like that. Almost 'lovingly' designed and fitted after being soundproofed and sealed. Hmmm, I guess just saying that this place had been soundproofed wasn't doing it justice at all. There was more to it than that. Much more. The basement had been excavated completely at the same time as keeping the main house above stable and safe. Then in the basement, a sub-basement had been dug out. That basement and sub-basement hadn't simply been soundproofed, but rather the soundproofing was as a result of sealing it from the outside world. Such a process would have incurred considerable expense and planning. To seal and keep sealed a room or rooms underneath an existing house would take considerable know-how and expertise, not to mention the expense. Thick walls, ceiling and floor lined with a soundproofing layer then an intricate and sophisticated eco-system and atmosphere fitted and commissioned. A complete self sufficient atmosphere inside which one could exist, live even, if that was what floated your boat. The desired result was a room or complex of rooms, that would, whenever a 'victim' or in most cases a paying client was taken down into it, would be left in no doubt that their contact and ability to contact the outside world once the processes were put into operation was a definite no-no. Neither would any contact filter in from the outside. A complete and desolate isolation. There would be no contact with the outside world, full stop. The way the heavy, lined doors sucked shut and clicked and whirred locked gave the impression of a secure and remote unit and that is indeed what it was. People only went down there if they had access, and those that were 'taken' down there did not simply leave they were 'released'. That place may have just as well been on another planet it was so desolate.

The people that owned and ran this particular 'suite' were not simple spank them and send them home hookers who barked on about themselves not being hookers at all because they didn't offer sexual services. Rather these people, the people that designed and owned it, the people that used and operated it were 'specialists' in their field. Mostly from the Continent but also America, China, Japan and Russia. It would come as no surprise eventually to find that the organisation behind such a building in the heart of London's exclusive Chelsea area was indeed SECFAC. Just one of the snaking tendrils that were ever reaching out. Ever seeking and searching. These were not people that just hunted for quick sexual kicks. These were deadly serious people with the ways and means to make any fantasy, or nightmare depending on how one looked at it, come true. This was a facility that Mandy had been offered and pointed in the direction of when she had left the Centre. It was a kind of a nod that she was indeed one of them. That she had passed the test with flying colours and that she was being brought into the fold. This entrustment was a kind of a show of faith, of the trust that had been placed in Mandy. It was a nod to her and that nod came with all manner of other little sub-perks. Mandy's 'projects' of which Judge Julia was the current, would receive financial backing and support. The people who were involved with SECFAC had wealth and means beyond the normal. Money was no object and was in fact a bottomless pit. That and the long list of influential people behind it was a formidable thing to come across. If one were to delve into the hierarchy of SECFAC one might be surprised... no shocked at the list of people, male and female involved. One might suspect that if one were in possession of ALL of the facts surrounding the place then the sense of despair and hopelessness for anyone being brought there in any other way than willingly might actually be catastrophic.

Julia's position was only made slightly more comfortable by the fact that she was in a sitting position. The slight comfort paled into insignificance when compared to the three, or even four fold indignity and humiliation she was suffering. Women of Judge Julia's standing and stature did NOT get humiliated, or debased, or degraded under normal circumstances. And so when the time came that very experience was bestowed on them, it was a harder hit. An almost catastrophic hit that in itself was debilitating. It remans a fact that one cannot really humiliate someone who WANTS to be humiliated. And, the truth is that the more one is humiliated the less the effect becomes. Its a bit like a patient becoming immune to antibiotics. For a while any particular humiliation bug might bite deep. But the longer it goes on the less deep it bites and then the bug gets immune to it. Think of this place as one big antibiotic... the longer one is in the place being humiliated and debased, the less the effect measures on the scale. The secret is to bring the victim to a level and keep them there. Not easy to attain and even less easy to maintain. One of the secrets is to place the person into a kind of shock and don't take them out of it. Simply use it for other ends. Use it to bring that person to below gutter level. In a manner of speaking Mandy had been subjected to that very process. With her though it started a little a way up the scale. She was already desensitised to a great degree by her prostitution work. With her SECFAC had known that with her age, and other factors, she would have not been aware of the darker sides of sex like bdsm, fetish and deeper addictive things. Getting her to that state of resigned shock, and system close down, in that chamber at SECFAC was relatively easy. Getting her through the Justice system all pre-meditated and planned to subdue her, and then the sentencing. All seemingly above board, but the deeper more secretive gears at work out of sight making sure the case followed a specific path then Judge Julia, completely innocently going about her work, passing sentence according to government guidelines. Those guidelines serving the deep darker forces at work

Here and now Judge Julia was experiencing her first taste of bondage proper and with that first taste the humiliation was being heaped on. It would be heaped on until that shock status was achieved. The chair was a heavy wooden affair bolted to a bare concrete floor. This chair was not a normal domestic chair adapted. Rather it was a heavy wooden affair that had been designed and manufactured for purpose. One might suspect that not a lot of work would be required to adapt this particular chair into an executioners electric chair. A heavy duty serious voltage electric chair at that. The bolts to the floor kept it rigid and even more immobile than those secured to it for whatever purpose. A wide leather belt around Julia's waist held her into it. The leather rigid and holding her middle right against the chair's straight back. Her arms had been pulled up high and stretched back so that her shoulder blades almost touched. Straps had been secured around her legs, above the knees and at the ankles. To these straps, strong cord had been fixed and then in turn fixed to pulley posts at either side of the chair. She hadn't ever opened her legs so wide, willingly - they had been pulled and secured wide apart very effectively by the pulley devices. She still wore what was left of the dress, although it did nothing to cover her modesty. Her pantihose were laddered and torn in several places. A result of the journey in the back of that vehicle and the molesting that she had been subjected to. Her stilettos were still on her feet and at first the sack hood was still over her head. As she had been bondaged by Mandy's two partners, she had whimpered in both fright and at the discomfort being piled on her. It would be difficult not to feel sorry for the Judge under these circumstances. Even before the sack had been removed, it was easy to see the trembling that the older women was powerless to stop or prevent. There would have been a time when she would have considered trembling a weakness. Like all of those times when she was presiding over Crown Court cases. Even in her turmoil right now she could remember being more than slightly amused at how criminals from all walks of life had trembled in front of her. When those criminals recounted the slight smirk over Judge Julia's face and the cold callousness of her, it wasn't a natural thing that came from her, rather she enjoyed making that smirk casual. A professional casual smile. I mean, after all she would never have been able to laugh outright at the petrified convicts in front of her. Just let them subtly know that their predicament amused her. Kind of a justice all of its own. Now though, in this place, wherever this place was, she could feel Mandy's smirk. She could feel it as though it was crawling all over her. She could feel her smirking at her trembling and she could feel her smirking at what had happened to her on that ride so far. Smirking at her crude exposure and immobilisation now. And probably smirking about what was going to happen to her in the immediate future. It had to be the immediate future because Julia was convinced that in the longer term, there was no future for her. She had convinced herself that terrible things were going to happen to her, and then she would be disposed of. She was convinced that she was going to suffer terribly before being discarded. She let out an extra ripple of trembles at that thought. She was certainly right about some of what she feared the most.

Judge Julia whimpered as the sack was roughly loosened from around her neck. She craned her neck and her head, feeling quite rightly that she was a mess. It took a while for the Judge's eyes to become accustomed to the strong fluorescent lighting after the sack had been removed. When she could see again, because of her high, bondaged arms, she could see only in front of her.

"Oh m-my g-god, p-please, n-no p-please "

It wasn't really sense she uttered. Just a mumbled nothing and the colour drained from her face slowly the more into focus her own reflection became. The stark contrast of her trademark red lips made her appear noire as she took on a deathly pale, almost ghostly pallor. Her own, full reflection glared back at her from a large, wide and tall mirror and it was like she was looking at someone else not herself. She almost detached herself from that reflection, in her own melting mind feeling sorry for the 'creature' looking back at her and then the realisation that she WAS that creature. The colour draining more and the sound, and the feel of her own heartbeat. Her chest expanding and contracting with each and every breath. With each and every breath the constriction of the leather strapping holding her rigid in the chair, her breasts, not really still in the mess of a dress and not really out of it, bulging and threatening to overspill. As her eyes cleared Julia just looked at herself, at first as though she didn't recognise that person looking back at her, but then her eyes fixed as though mesmerised. The full horror of her predicament slowly but surely dawning on her. The bondage terrified. The humiliation bit soul deep. A large hole had been crudely but deliberately cut and torn in the pantihose at her crotch and her darkly haired genitalia was totally exposed. Because of the enforced spread of her legs, her sex was peeled open. The pink of her cunt slit could be seen, and if desired, molested, with ease.

"I know how much you like the word 'creature' so I will use it frequently! At the moment 'Judge Julia', you are just a helpless 'creature'. By the time you see the outside world again, you will be a sex-addicted and 'disgusting' 'creature'. Do you understand?"

Mandy's words registered with Julia and she shook her head to the negative. To be fair to the Judge, it wasn't so much a disagreement that she was shaking her head to, as another sign of her crumbling beneath the shell. But it was true, what was being said. Deep down she knew it was true. She understood but just didn't want to agree with what Mandy was telling her because that would seem like she was simply sealing her fate. It was like she was in some form of adolescent denial. It was a bizarre sight – an eighteen year old, barely more than a youth, taking charge and overseeing what was to be the complete and utter destruction of an older, mature woman. A woman of Judge Julia's immense standing in the community to. Even more bizarre that this older, mature woman, had been only a short time before, an icon of authority, law and order. Julia could do nothing but stare at herself in the mirror. Her eyes just would not leave that bondaged, helpless, pale skinned, red lipsticked vision. It was like she was looking at someone else but knowing it was herself. She still couldn't believe what was staring back at her, her breathing quickened again and she could feel her body numbing, and yet tingling at the same time.

"I expected this early resistance. So what I have to do first is instil some discipline. In other words, I'm gonna beat the shit out of your tits. By the time I've finished you will agree, at least in principal, to what I am saying.”

Mandy said the words casually and with a smile. Julia was taking in every single word and understanding it. It was what she did for a living; listen to words, draw conclusions from them and act on them. The spoken word, the written word, and the words that flowed from people as she read their minds in Court. She was hearing the words and her mind was computing them. She was right she was going to suffer terribly before being disposed of. One might suspect that a woman of her intellect and standing might have at least pulled herself together at that point. Once acceptance of her fate was to her a given – maybe the last chance at dignity. At having her life ended with dignity and pride. But this place, this godforsaken place that she was in did not lend itself very easily to that sort of inspiration. She shuddered and then she whimpered. Mandy hadn't even raised a hand, or lifted an implement with which to cause the real physical pain that she could easily do. Not yet anyway. Oh the mental torture had started. That had started in the underground car-park and was well on the way to melting her mind already. She did think that maybe she should die with dignity. Let the crazy little creature do her worse but all the way through hold her head up high. But that wasn't going to happen. Julia had begun not to function the way she was used to functioning. She had begun to become retarded in her mental ability. She was way out of her comfort zone and it was showing. It was showing badly. A solitary tear rolled down one of her cheeks taking a slither of mascara with it. That slither of mascara another highlight, like a slash down her pale, white ghostly face. That tears dripped to her cheek and then ran down, dripping onto the upper exposed globe of one breast. Her full lips were trembling and there was a noise, of sorts coming up from the back of her throat and into her mouth. That noise just changed pitch and altered slightly as Mandy continued to speak.