The Perils of Judge Julia (3 page)

“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 – South 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.

Then there was the other side of SECFAC. The secret side that if known would explain that slightly dark sugary coating side of it. That was the side of SECFAC that Mandy was brought into. The convicted prostitute had been transported to the Sussex countryside under cover of night. Nothing to weird about that; with the timing of the trial coming to an end, the deliberations, the mitigations and the arguments of the prosecution that the young girl should be taken off the streets for a very long time, the day slowly melded into the early evening and then to the processing under the Crown Court complex. By the time the blacked out SUV containing Mandy, handcuffed to a female warder slowly rolled to a halt outside the secure SECFAC it was fully night time. The vehicle had rolled past the huge wrought iron main gate and followed the high walled perimeter all the way, down the front, then the sides of the expansive grounds, and then to the rear. The place looked deserted except for the occasional twinkling of lights in the main manor house building. Once the SUV had got around to the back of the building and in through a smaller electronic gate, there were no lights except the security lights that came on one by one as the van made its way to the rather un-grande entrance that Mandy would be taken in through. It was as though she were being secreted into SECFAC. Suspiciously like those in control were taking her in there but that no-one else should know, or find out. That should have been a cause for concern for Mandy. Maybe it would have been if she could have thought straight. She had known, during processing at the Court, that she would serve only three months of the six month sentence. But Mandy was an eighteen year old girl. Twelve weeks was like a lifetime. That, and there was that seething, seething, bubbling anger and hatred she was feeling for Judge Julia. Her mind was in a whirl. A melting mind. If Mandy had been asked at a later date to recall her journey to the centre, she wouldn't have been able to, such was the muddle of her mind. She wouldn't even have been able to recall the female warder she had been cuffed to, or how she poured her eyes over Mandy, and sat very very close making sure their hips graze and press against each other's. Or the cuffed hands, her own, and the warder's resting on Mandy's thighs, and the warder's finger slightly stroking the upper thighs of the girl. Really basically, Mandy would not have been able to recall being hit on by some dyke bitch. In Mandy's mind she was already thinking about her release. About her revenge. Oh if only she had access to that cunt Judge Julia she would give her the beating of her life. And that would be just for a start. Mandy should have been breaking apart from the inside, but already she was thinking about the future. Twelve weeks into the future in fact. Of course, at that point, at that precise point in time she could not possibly have known what was going to occur between her being taken into the SECFAC building, and via elevator down into the sub-basement levels, an then being released some three months later. She would learn, soon learn that she would need all of her determination, and grit and steel just to get through the next twelve weeks.

Yes, inside her mind Mandy was screaming. Oh god was she screaming. But it just would not transfer from her mind, from her brain and through her normal ability to speak or communicate, and into the outside world from between deliciously full lips. That scream remained muffled and debilitated behind an inflated rubber gag. Any gag applied to that pretty, even stunning mouth would be cruel, but this gag, the way it was designed, the way it was applied, was done so not merely for the physical ability of it to prevent totally the normal means of communication, but what it must surely have done to the mind as well god alone would know. The gag alone slid into the mouth and into the back of the throat like a rubber snake. Not by any means rigid, or stiff, but with just enough firmness to guide it to where it needed to be. In this case that was, it had to be slid down the centre groove of Mandy's tongue, using her saliva as lubricant and where that groove then toppled over into the back of the throat it slid down there as well. Only experts could apply such a gag. Only experts in the field of what for fucks sakes? Mandy was so jaded, so desensitised to the sex scene that she had stood, minutes after being unloaded from the SUV as a female uniformed officer had slid not one, but two fingers inside her intimate sexuality. Mandy hadn't flinched, she had looked directly at the much older woman as she has slid the fingers inside the turned them and twisted them in her moistness. As young as she was, Mandy had been expecting this kind of attempts at shock and awe. The woman, in return had pierced Mandy's eyes with her own, coldly, without any feeling. She had seemed to enjoy and lap up Mandy's stance almost of defiance. She was being defiant and yet at the same time she wasn't. Mandy had been used to doing obscene things in return for money. She had yet to be paid by another woman for services rendered and yet she had never discounted doing just that if the opportunity offered itself. At the time of induction into SECFAC her mind was in a whirl. Confusion, addiction, revenge. Another woman sliding one or two fingers inside of her just did not bother her and she just stared out the Officer, as a way of indicating that very thing. She wanted to let her know that she was not intimidated, or horrified by being invaded in this way. She was so used to being in control and controlling others for her own ends that she truly believed what she was trying to relay to the Officer.

“They're gonna have fun breaking you sweet thing.”

The Officer had spoken as she finger fucked Mandy slowly, but firmly up to her third knuckles. There was no pretence, or attempt to pleasure Mandy in any way. It was a deliberately indifferent sexual assault. The first sign that Mandy had lost all control at least for the next twelve weeks. That she didn't have any say in how she was being treated. Or the sexual services that were being taken from her. Mandy heard the words, took them in even and yet she simply pressed her pelvis forwards, into the ministrations of the slightly greying, yet well stacked Officer kind of trying to play her at her own game even with something of a slight grin across her full lips.

“Fuck you talking about Bitch? Who's gonna break me? What does that even mean you old hag... breaking me?”

For probably the last time for at least twelve weeks, Mandy, more than hardened by life in general, sucked at her teeth in that negroid street way she sometimes did. Right about the same time the woman withdrew her fingers from the hairless smooth slit and held up the slippery, juice coated fingers to her nose, taking a deep, deep breath as though she were testing the quality of some form of drug or another. She smiled at the young girl's aggression then flicked the very tip of her tongue over her fingers, tasting Mandy for the first time. Her face said it all. Here was another one for the process. Another one to break down. Mandy was one of the chosen ones; one of the ones not taken into the main SECFAC unit, but the other one. The underground one. The secret one. No-one witnessed the special ones going in because their futures were always far from certain. They may get out, and they may not. They may be kept in and they may not. They may well be disappeared and they may not.