SEVERUSMAX
Benevolent Master
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3 March, 2021, A Free State Prison near Cleveland:
Jacob Markowitz lit a cigar as he entered the inmate common area to address the new prisoners. This was no regular prison, of course. In the old days, the Feds had authority and supremacy and could do as they pleased to an extent, but this was the Ohio Free State now, and Jacob was one of those with connections and authority.....with power. Jacob could impose his will on people and they had to comply with it. At just twenty-eight, Jacob Markowitz was a man to be feared.
That was when he saw her, his former boss, Vera Petroni, long-legged, luscious as ever, a sassy woman with brains and strong genetic hints of her Italian heritage. At forty years of age, Vera was still sex on legs and she had teased him plenty when she had the chance. Even now, she still held court among inmates of both sexes, but this was illusion held together by her beauty. From now on, however, she would be dancing to his tune. If she knew what was good for her, well, he would soon get to sample the wares with which she tantalized him for so long.
If she didn't like it, too bad. Jacob already had a couple of inmates eager to bed him, and Vera would break, too. He didn't care how he broke her down, but she would yield. The first step wasn't that long off, in fact, as Jacob began speaking to the prisoners and heard himself speak at last.
"Prisoners, welcome to the Free State Special Detention Facility! You are here for one reason only: you proved a bit too cozy and comfortable with the old regime. Well, folks, things have changed. Now, we have the power and authority, the command and control. Most of those who worked with you in your old posts will be fine even now, but you are the few deemed most likely to resist the new regime.
"So, now you must learn some object lessons. Lesson one, I'm the boss. If in doubt, refer to lesson one! Lesson two, your asses are mine! Now, strip, bitches! You won't need your clothes in this prison! Hell, you might not need clothes from time to time!" Jacob smirked as he instructed the inmates.....he could trust them to yield to fear, the lot of them nothing but second-rate bureaucrats perhaps too loyal to the old ways.
This naturally included Vera, who had been Jacob's boss at the DEA. Vera, who had damn well better strip and learn her lesson. Vera, who had sued him and gotten him fired for sexual harassment, as well as gotten him dumped by his ex-girlfriend, despite the fact that she had all of the power and there was never proof that he made unwanted advances at all. She was about to learn a bitter lesson now.
Jacob Markowitz lit a cigar as he entered the inmate common area to address the new prisoners. This was no regular prison, of course. In the old days, the Feds had authority and supremacy and could do as they pleased to an extent, but this was the Ohio Free State now, and Jacob was one of those with connections and authority.....with power. Jacob could impose his will on people and they had to comply with it. At just twenty-eight, Jacob Markowitz was a man to be feared.
That was when he saw her, his former boss, Vera Petroni, long-legged, luscious as ever, a sassy woman with brains and strong genetic hints of her Italian heritage. At forty years of age, Vera was still sex on legs and she had teased him plenty when she had the chance. Even now, she still held court among inmates of both sexes, but this was illusion held together by her beauty. From now on, however, she would be dancing to his tune. If she knew what was good for her, well, he would soon get to sample the wares with which she tantalized him for so long.
If she didn't like it, too bad. Jacob already had a couple of inmates eager to bed him, and Vera would break, too. He didn't care how he broke her down, but she would yield. The first step wasn't that long off, in fact, as Jacob began speaking to the prisoners and heard himself speak at last.
"Prisoners, welcome to the Free State Special Detention Facility! You are here for one reason only: you proved a bit too cozy and comfortable with the old regime. Well, folks, things have changed. Now, we have the power and authority, the command and control. Most of those who worked with you in your old posts will be fine even now, but you are the few deemed most likely to resist the new regime.
"So, now you must learn some object lessons. Lesson one, I'm the boss. If in doubt, refer to lesson one! Lesson two, your asses are mine! Now, strip, bitches! You won't need your clothes in this prison! Hell, you might not need clothes from time to time!" Jacob smirked as he instructed the inmates.....he could trust them to yield to fear, the lot of them nothing but second-rate bureaucrats perhaps too loyal to the old ways.
This naturally included Vera, who had been Jacob's boss at the DEA. Vera, who had damn well better strip and learn her lesson. Vera, who had sued him and gotten him fired for sexual harassment, as well as gotten him dumped by his ex-girlfriend, despite the fact that she had all of the power and there was never proof that he made unwanted advances at all. She was about to learn a bitter lesson now.
