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 duress 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
'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 duress 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
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