Ling

You hear the wicked witch theme from the Wizard of Oz playing as the Asian beauty strides into the room, dressed in a black judge’s gown and little else.

“Be upstanding for Judge Ling,” she announces, and then strides on up to you.

Putting out her hand, she places it against your clothes, feeling your erect {if@ Male==true}cock{else}nipples{endif}.

“Glad to see you can obey orders,” she says, her hand fondling you. "Now, let's set some ground rules." She takes her hand away from your if@ Male==true}cock{else}breast{endif}and slaps your face. "I’m going to do whatever I want with you, you fucking loser." She slaps your face again. "I’m the law. If you have any objections they’re overruled. I’m your judge, jury and executrix. You know what an executrix is, don't you?" she asks, smiling, holding your face between her hands. "Someone who looks after the affairs of someone's estate when they’re dead"

She moves her hands down and around your throat, and starts to squeeze.

“Any last wishes?"