Justin and Justine D'Enfer sat silently at the side of a huge room, waiting for the scene to begin. They grinned at each other like children as they heard the footsteps come down a corridor that lead from their captive's rooms. It was a lovely day in every way.
Brenda Reese, a chubby, red headed woman wearing glasses and a nurse's uniform, stood placidly while two former Green Berets led their captive into the large game room. Adele Tailleferre sat in her wheelchair silently, her eyes gleaming over her wrinkled face that had seen more than ninety summers. The captive wore an orange jumpsuit, a black blindfold and brown sandals on her feet. The nurse began without preliminaries. "You know why you're here?"
"I know there are many people in this world who would like to make me their captive, as well as a couple of governments," the captive said proudly, sneering around her blindfold.
"There is no government keeping you here, other than the master of this place, who is supreme. You were discovered abroad illegally, using a false passport. For the past three months you have been developing a housekeeping service for a special clientele in Atlanta. You have also been collecting information about your clients, as well as gathering information on any other prominent person or family member you can."
"So? How is this unique? How is this a crime?"
"You are not being held here for a crime. You are being held because you are a threat."
"Damn straight," Adele cackled. "You've been a danger since you learned how to walk."
"Ah, Auntie Adele, so good to hear your voice," the captive cooed. "So this is a family occasion after all. I should have known your wizened hand was pushing the buttons. Too bad you're too old to chase young studs any more. I'll bet you can't even buy them."
"Celeste Jane Tailleferre D'Enfer," the old woman snarled. "Forty six years old and still a diva. You may still have a great body. . .for a woman your age, but your boobs are sagging a bit too, so you have nothing to brag about."
"I think we need to progress things a little," Brenda cut in. "Gentlemen, do your duty."
They were in a large room with huge plate glasses overlooking the sea. At one side, a ladder was affixed to the floor and ceiling. In a large sunken central area was a set of unusual stocks and a mattress, and opposite the ladder was a bar. The room was elegant with clean lines that swept gracefully to shape a harmonious whole.
The Green Berets forced their captive to the ladder, where they affixed her hands to manacles bolted to the sides of the ladder. One rung was just below her chin, and they forced her face into a rectangular restraint. Her ankles were also locked into shackles built into the bottom of the ladder. Once the men had done their work, they withdrew silently. Brenda approached and removed Celeste's blindfold; Celeste blinked in the daylight streaming into the room and looked around as best she could. "All right, Nursie," she sneered. "You've got a nice place here, nicer than the one you obviously rented in Atlanta. So your little story about hiring my service to clean your house and perhaps some special things I have to offer was a complete lie. I'm here on an island off the coast, prisoner of my dear Aunt Adele, who probably wants to flog me to death just for kicks."
Brenda shook her head. "I don't work for Adele, this isn't in the territory of the United States of America, and you're not going to die by anything that's done to you here. You are here to be broken, to be removed for a position to be a threat to anyone, and to become a submissive resident of this household for the rest of your life."
Celeste spat toward Brenda, who dodged with surprising agility. She smiled and said: "I'll let that pass. You'll be repaid in a few moments." Brenda reached in the pocket of her uniform and produced a set of medical scissors. "This cuts through anything, as you will see. We have a lot of uniforms for you to wear." Methodically, she began removing the captive's jumpsuit, revealing a firm, well tanned body with excellent curves. After disposing of the ribbons of fabric, Brenda lifted the captive's breasts so they hung over a rung of the ladder.
"So I'm going to be your playtoy now, for Adele's amusement?" Celeste asked cooly. "The old bat is too far gone to take abuse so she's going to take it vicariously through me."
"No, wrong once again," Adele joined in. "You've got a bigger audience than little old me. There's others who want to see you suffer, and I think they have some plans you may not expect. Brenda, I think you need to get ready for what comes next."
The redhead nodded, and went over to the stocks. Removing her blouse, she revealed a set of huge mammaries two sizes bigger than the captive's, with huge areolas. She knelt behind the stocks, lifting the bar up and lowering it to capture her tits, which started swelling almost immediately. Putting a ball gag in her mouth, she put her hands behind her back and waited, looking over the captive's shoulder.
Celeste looked over the scene, and sneered again. "Very lovely and very appealing, Nursie. I imagine you're going to torture me by letting me look on this scene and be powerless to do anything. I salute you, nice try. . ."
Her words were broken off by a loud crack. Justine danced in front of her after just swatting her ass with a ping pong paddle. "Hi, Mamasita. Miss me?"
The captive looked Justine up and down: the young woman was almost a perfect replica of her mother in her mid 20s. She danced in glee from one bare foot to another, otherwise she wore a pair of denim cutoffs and a black halter top. "Well, young lady, I see you still haven't learned much decorum. Glad you got over your doormat relationship with Ferd. So you put this little farce together?"
"No, Mamasita, but I helped it along. My dear cousin Chelsea probably didn't tell you about our little trip through Europe a few years ago, and she got in touch with me when she shouted for help in coping with you. I know all about your little games in Atlanta with Chelsea and Auntie Pru, you wicked woman, and now they're over."
