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Times have changed (Part 3)
🕑 Added 2021-07-10 19:30:59 +0000 UTCJudge Ashcroft was shoved into the spacious room that once had served as his saloon. Viola, the bounty hunter who had trapped him, guided him on his collar towards the woman sitting on his comfortable leather couch, surrounded by more desperate men. Natasha, his former slave, took a sip from her glass, swallowing the expensive whiskey the judge had always valued more than any of the beings he had sentenced to horrible fates. “Hi Viola, so good to see you!”, she said. Viola nodded to her and smirked, then she took a step back and waited behind the judge. “And if that’s not Master Ashcroft! Remember the last time we saw each other? I was at the end of your cock as you made me swallow your disgusting load one last time before you grabbed your things and ran. I hope you’ve enjoyed it, for it was the last time ever that happened. It was the last time you had any pleasure at all. That little cage will never let go of your dick as you serve me in my mansion.”
The judge struggled against the straps forcing his arms on his back. His spine was aching, so he tried to get as upright as he could, only further ridiculing himself by showing off his tiny cock and swollen ball sack. Natasha licked her lips at that sight. “You will get to know all kinds of pain and frustration at my hands. I’m so glad I finally got you! You know, I’ve been remarkably busy trying to complete my collection. Many of you cowardly left the country before I could take any actions. These two here… Well, they were greedy enough to save some money at the wrong end and hire Viola here, just like you did! As my dog and occasional footstool, I introduce you to Captain Marvin Mitchell, who was responsible for the town’s police force. He was renowned for degrading slaves who had escaped their masters, making them beg like dogs in their kennels. I bought him at an auction the other day. And I guess you even know this one here. Mr. Jeffrey Jones III., the kind industrial tycoon owning me before he sold me to you. You know, he was the one shaving my head as a punishment for disobedience. Naturally, I returned that favor, as I return every little kindness Mr. Jeffries bestowed on me each night when I was his helpless toy. Oh, how the times have changed!”
