Times have changed (2) (Patreon)

Viola pulled her newest catch onto the tray waiting to be slid into the small cell. The man was relatively light-weight, otherwise she would have used the pulley on the ceiling, like she did with the inhabitants of the upper cells. There were only three other captives stored away, one of them fearfully staring at what was going on below him. Maybe he knew the judge from past times, perhaps they even were friends or business associates. “How does it feel being trussed up like an animal?”, Viola asked the judge, who pleadingly looked up at her. “I got these cells pretty cheap from a closed animal shelter. Sure, I could have invested in actual cells, but… this way I can save space and money. Plus, I just love to see you in there, just like the dogs they used to contain. You see, it’s also not necessary to tie you up like this, since you can’t get out of the cage anyway. But tying up men has become my specialty throughout my time as a pleasure slave. Playing the dominant woman was part of my duties back then. My Master liked to rent me to customers paying to be dominated for a change, so I had to learn the ropes quickly. At least whenever he wasn't whipping and punishing me. Well, he got away, but there are so many of you left I can refine my technique on!”

The old man did his best to roll on his side and get a better look at his captress. His penis was tightly crammed up into one of the smallest chastity devices Viola owned. She could not help but laugh at the sight. “Oh wow, I can’t get used to that tiny numb twitching on top of your swollen balls! I mean, chastity is mandatory for male slaves now, but this is ridiculous. It was a special request from your new owner… I wouldn’t expect it to come off again if I were you. Thank god I’m not you!” Viola had switched the ball gag with a ring gag, holding the judge’s mouth open and enabling her to apply the funnel for feeding later. It also made it a bit easier for him to communicate. “Phease…!”, he whimpered, “I… Phay youh!” Saliva was running from his mouth as he tried to speak. Viola just smiled softly. “You pay me? To let you go?” He answered by furiously nodding his head. “Oh Mr. Ashcroft, there is a lot you have to learn. Your money is not yours anymore. It belongs to the people you’ve suppressed, used and humiliated for so long. And all the cash you had with you I will hand over to your new owner. You know, I’m an honest person. And there’s nothing you could bribe me with. Even if you could, I basically get off on seeing you all desperate like this!” Despite the judge’s frantic struggling and screaming, Viola put her boot on the handle of the tray and gently pushed him into the dark narrow space behind him.

“It might lighten up your mood that the price on your head is rather high”, she said while closing the door in front of the judge’s face. “You’re very valuable to that former slavegirl of yours… she told me she was your favorite back then, which never means anything good. I wonder what you did to her… Well it’s none of my business as long as I get paid, but you’re in for living hell from what I’ve heard about her! By the way, isn’t it kind of funny she pays me for you with your own money?” The trapped man screamed and thrashed inside the box containing him. “She got awarded your estate and most of your belongings, so I guess you really treated her like shit. Oh gosh, you must be terribly afraid, Sir! I bet you would do anything for me if I just open that cage and let you go, wouldn’t you?” the answer was another pitiful, sobbing cry. “Aw, sadly there’s nothing you can do, right?” Viola grabbed the funnel and slowly inserted it into the vulnerably opened mouth of her captive. She savored the moment he started gagging while his eyes filled up with tears. “Shhh, relax Sir! I’ll keep you here for a few more days, got some business to do before I can deliver you back home. So, enjoy my company while it lasts!”