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Times have changed (Part 1)
🕑 Added 2021-04-05 16:52:47 +0000 UTCIn the old world, judge William Ashcroft had been a powerful and influential person. He had a huge estate with several slaves fulfilling him every wish and was a praised member of his community. He had never married, nor did he have any children. Instead, he had laid with many young women who were either drawn towards him and his wealth or simply forced into slavery and had no other choice. Naturally, the judge had preferred the latter ones. His privileged life had drastically changed, however, when the people once suppressed had risen to power in a bloody revolution and swept away the old ruling class. The new government - all of them former slaves - had a very harsh sense of retribution: the former Masters were to be charged for their crimes committed during the old days, and the newly constituted courts were to sentence them to all the terrible things they themselves had done to others. It was an anarchic, almost biblical a tooth for a tooth approach, but the now liberated people deemed it absolutely appropriate.
Judge Ashcroft had enforced many laws under the former regime that were now considered high crimes. He was responsible for the enslavement and punishment of thousands of people. So, when he felt the tides were changing, he decided to leave the country. Many other Masters already made it across the border, and surely he would be successful as well. He packed his most important belongings, a huge pile of cash, and abandoned his estate in the early morning hours. He had reached out for a smuggler to sneak him past the border patrol. When they met though, the smuggler turned out to be a young woman greeting the judge with an electrical prod. Before he could even try to talk himself out of the situation, he was knocked out cold.
When he gained back consciousness, he was naked, hogtied and gagged, lying on a wooden floor in a dimly lit basement room. His leather-clad captress was towering over him. “Nice to finally meet you in person, Judge Ashcroft!”, she said. The judge furiously stared at her and grunted a curse into his gag. “Confused? I might as well explain this to you. I used to be a smuggler some time ago but was captured and enslaved by the old regime. You probably can’t remember, but you sentenced me to that. I was sold and served the past years under different Masters. Well, until the revolution turned everything upside down, that is! You know, many of us former slaves were generously compensated for their life of suffering by the new government. All the Masters’ wealth and belongings were confiscated and given to those who suffered most.” Judge Ashcroft tried to move in his tight bondage, his heart beating in fear. He could not loosen the ties and was not even able to shuffle an inch on the wooden floorboards.
“Obviously, I didn’t suffer hard or long enough, so I was not granted an estate of my own or enough money to make a living from.” The woman ignored his frantic attempts to free himself. She knew it was in vain. “I thought about getting back into my old business and helping some of you escape the country for money… but then I noticed how much certain people were willing to pay for the old Masters. Since so many of you proud tough men preferred to flee the country rather than standing trial, this proved to be a lucrative business. And just between the two of us: it excites me to have some revenge on the former Masters. To catch them when they're so closeto the border they can almost smell freedom, only to realize they will be handed over to a life at the mercy of their former slaves!”
