Times have changed (part 4+5, bonus scene) (Patreon)

When the judge gained back consciousness, the sun had almost set. The orange light fell softly on his sore skin that was covered in red stripes from Viola’s whip. Finally, he thought, he didn't have to spend more time in the burning heat of the afternoon sun. He moved his limbs as much as he could and moaned as every joint in his body hurt from the hour-long suspension. Viola had apparently just left him hanging after she had finished his “sentence”. He turned his head and got a glimpse of the mansion that used to be his. It lay there behind him, dark and quietly, and not a soul was to be heard or seen. Carefully, the judge pulled on his wrist cuffs. They were strapped tight and did not allow for any slack. The more he realized he could not get loose, the more frantic his efforts grew. Maybe he could rip the eyelets holding him out of the old wooden beams? He just needed a chance, he knew the surrounding woods like the back of his hand, if he managed to slip away now, no one would ever find him! After a while of struggling though, the judge was forced to accept that he was simply unable to free himself. So, exhausted and covered in sweat, he let his body fall into the hold of its restraints.

"Oh gosh, look at that!" Ashcroft turned his head in surprise to see where the voice came from. On the road passing his property, three girls in school uniforms had stopped and looked over to him. Last time he had seen such uniforms, they were way more appropriate – now they barely covered anything, but rather underlined the young girls’ breasts and legs. Despite the circumstances, Ashcroft could not help but get aroused by the sight of them, casually strolling over to him. “Oh wow, it’s one of the Masters!”, one of them said as they arrived at the tormented man. “You really don’t see many of them around here since the Revolution. This guy didn’t make it across the border!” The girls giggled as they gathered around him. The judge knew that if he wanted any chance of escape, he had to bring them to free him. He struggled, which only caused them the laugh even more. “Look how that dick of his is twitching as he swings! Do you like staring at us, huh?” He tried to speak, looked back and forth between one of the girls and the leather cuff around his wrist. “Oh!”, she said, “You want us to open that? So you can run away?” He nodded. “We could do that… I mean, one slave more or less really doesn’t matter, right?” He nodded, more forcefully this time. “I can’t see why we shouldn’t! Grace?” The second girl sat down at the base of the frame, then slowly nodded. “Yeah, let’s make this our good deed today!” Ashcroft felt relief, for the first time in weeks!

“Ah, wait a second!”, the third girl said. She had been standing a little farther from the others, the whole time skeptically scanning the judge. “I know this guy! He used to live here! He was some kind of judge or something. Always used to sit out there on his porch and stare at us when we walked by. Sick old pervert!” Ashcroft shook his head in denial, but he knew every word was true. “Right!”, the first girl said, “He sentenced my mother to six months of isolation imprisonment! I almost didn’t recognize him under all that dirt and sweat. Seems like you had quite the downfall, little pervert! And I’m afraid your release is called off!” He cried and struggled once more, this time, he was furious. These fucking brats! They laughed at his efforts. “Aw, poor boy!”, Grace said, “You will stay here at the hands of your merciless mistresses, haha!” The third girl came closer. “They already did a good job on you”, she said, “But I think you can take much more!” She raised her nylon-covered leg, then gave his exposed balls a quick kick. He howled as the pain rushed through his loins. The girls cheered as the slave began swinging again. “I think the way home from school has just gotten much more interesting!”