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Slave Life of Manju

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Chapter 7: The Judge’s Whispers

BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 7: The Judge’s Whispers - A secret sex life of a lawyer

Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa   Consensual   Lesbian   Fiction   High Fantasy   BDSM   FemaleDom   Humiliation   Sadistic   Spanking   Torture   Indian Female   Anal Sex   Exhibitionism   Big Breasts   Body Modification   Needles   Public Sex   Indian Erotica   Nudism   Transformation   Violence  

Three days later, the masked guest’s phone buzzed with an unknown number. She hesitated before answering, her voice deliberately distorted through the voice changer app.

“Yes?”

“Lady Mehta,” the voice on the other end said, old and commanding. “I’ve been watching you. And your ... pet. Manju.”

The masked woman’s blood ran cold. Judge Mehta. Sixty years old, presiding over the family court where Manju had argued just last week. The woman who had seemed so fascinated by Manju’s new gold nose ring, who had stared at the faint marks on Manju’s wrists during the hearing.

“What do you want?” the masked woman asked.

“I want to play,” Judge Mehta said simply. “I’ve seen what you and Deepa do to her. The way you break her down, build her back up. I want a turn.”

“That’s not—”

“Don’t tell me what’s not possible,” the judge interrupted. “I know about the underground. I know about Deepa’s network. And I know about Manju’s secret life. That little lawyer thinks she’s so powerful in my courtroom, but I’ve seen her true nature. I want to see it up close.”

The masked woman was silent for a long moment. “What do you propose?”

“A transfer. Temporary custody. I want her for a weekend. I’ll return her in one piece. Mostly.”

The masked woman’s breath caught. She thought of Manju, of the way she submitted so beautifully, of the sounds she made when she was broken open. But she also thought of Judge Mehta’s reputation—the old woman was cruel, known for her harsh sentences and cold demeanor. What would she do to Manju?

“She’s Deepa’s property,” the masked woman finally said. “I’ll need to discuss this.”

 
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