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A maid for Ms. Devilla Roche (Devilla Roche and IntoThe Mystic)

When David felt Morganna move behind him and wind her arm around his neck it was an embarrassing reminder to him of how vastly physically superior these women were to him. He felt his heart begin to race when he had a sickening realization that his attempt to resist them was likely futile.

Still, he had to do something. He had to try. He coulnd't just allow them to do as they pleased with him.

With his mind now reeling faster trying to think of something... anything.... that he could do to slow down what was happening to him his eyes couldn't help but watch Morganna as she searched through the cabinet. David immediately felt sick with fear as he looked at the cruel looking device in Morganna's hand and listened to Leticia's calm, composed yet frightening description of how it worked.

Beads of sweat began to appear on his face and the more Leticia spoke the more queasy David began to feel. His mind was spinning, visualizing and imagining what that device would look like and feel like if they applied it to him. Still, he continued doing his best to resist.

It was when though he felt Morganna's arm around his neck and heard Leticia's taunting warning that David broke. He told himself he would continue to resist these women, to fight them, to learn what was happening to him and find a way out.... but, that would have to wait. He couldn't allow them to use that cruel device on him.

With fear and panic in his voice David opened his mouth and cried out, "Ok, ok, ok.... I'll do it, I'll do it, I promise! Just please, don't use that on me! You don't have to..... I promise!" He then looked at Leticia with pleading eyes and begged, "Can you at least tell me what the pills are for?? Please??"

Even then, the defeated man was willingly holding his mouth open to prove to them he was ready to comply.
 
Even though David gave in and complied with Leticia’s directive to open his mouth, she found him to become quite annoying with his childish tone and asking about, “What the pills were for?” and about the syringe, “What was that?” and “What did you give me.” So, without warning, she simply shoved the Whitehead gag into his mouth hard and fast. In almost a blink of the eye, both women had the gag snugly fit around his head and cranked open and locked in place making sure his mouth stayed open.

Leticia then pulled both white pills out of her pocket and placed them deep into his mouth on his tongue. She then tilted his head back and squeezed his throat, forcing him to involuntarily swallow the pills. She let go and David offered a half-hearted gag-choke.

With an impatient tone Leticia said, “ I told you Mr. Markell, the pills will keep you awake for the next sixteen hours, maybe even longer.” Then she smiled that evil smile, “Maybe you will do as you are told the first time we ask you to do something.”

“Morganna darling, won’t you be so kind as to administer Mr. Markell’s other two shots.”

Smiling, “Of course Nurse Leticia.”

With the second syringe between her index and middle fingers, Morganna reached out with her other hand and squeezed David’s left chest. She placed the needle right under his male areola and pushed upward into the skin and pierced it. Then as with the first shot, she slowly pushed down on the plunger and the aqueous fluid went directly into David’s blood stream.

Leticia and Morganna were very dismissive of his gagged screams which were garbled at best. Even the tearing from his eyes did nothing to make these women feel sorry for him. They had their orders from Devilla and, the good soldiers that they were, would carry them out to the letter.

Morganna then picked up the third syringe and lifted up his now flaccid cock. She placed the needle squarely between his scrotum and the base of his cock. Without any hesitation, she pierced the skin, pushed the needle in all the way, pushed on the plunger and let the aqueous fluid enter yet another part of his body.

“All done for now Mr. Markell,” Morganna noted with a tone as if this was an everyday occurrence. With that, she took her metal tray and brought it over to the rest on the countertop, near a small sink. She then took off her gloves and returned to David.
 
David's eyes widened in surprise when even though he'd ultimately given in to their request they were still clearly not satisfied, forcing the intimidating device in to his mouth and securing it in place. Something about this seemed to really ramp up his fear. These women were not messing around and he realized he had just been taught his first lesson that they expected nothing less than total and complete obedience from him.

Oh god, something about that realization sent a sickening feeling of dread through his body that was so intense, so overwhelming that for a brief moment he felt as if he might pass out. David Markell was not that lucky though. He remained awake and aware of every little thing these two women proceeded to do to his body.

Though being forced to take the two pills was uncomfortable to get down, the next two injections filled him with so much fear David broke out in to a full sweat. He still had no idea what any of these drugs were doing to him, other than allegedly the pills were to keep him awake. At this point David would have prayed for sleep just so he didn't have to see and experience what was happening to him. No such luck though.

David had been subjected to plenty of injections in his life, certainly though never any in these parts of his anatomy. He winced and cried out with each puncture of his skin, his eyes gradually beginning to well up with tears. Unlike other injections he'd received throughout his life he sensed something different about these. It wasn't only the piercing of his skin that made him uncomfortable, even the introduction of the solution in to his system provoked an odd, unrecognizable sensation to David.

By the time the two wicked nurses completed their tasks David was looking at them pleadingly through teary eyes. David was indeed relieved when he heard Morganna say they were all done for now, though with the way he was feeling he had a sickening, queasy feeling the damage had been done. Now, filled with fear of what more they might do to him David was making his best effort to apologize to them and assure them he would behave, but with the device in his mouth his words were nothing but pitiful garbled gibberish.
 
With another stare from Leticia toward Morganna it was clear that the next stage of their time with him was about to unfold. David was rotated into prone position on the gurney by both of these strong and agile women with such ease. Morganna pulled out the two ‘wings’ from the foot-end of the gurney. Leticia did the same on the other head-end. At this point, Morganna slowly began to undo the rope that bound David’s leg. While she was doing that, Leticia fetched what could only be described as heavy duty medical restraints or cuffs - wide bands of leather with a thick foam rubber on the inside. With buckles, special locking mechanisms, and metal rings around them, they seemed to work for all sorts of bondage applications. Leticia attached two to each wing, thereby having eight restraints on the gurney.

Once Morganna finished undoing the ropes, she and Leticia wasted no time placing his legs in the restraints, buckling them closed and locking them in place. There was one above each ankle and one above each knee.

Leticia then went to work on the ropes around his arms. Once they were undone, Morganna helped her cohort quickly get David's arms fastened to the wings of the gurney. A medical restraint held down his arms at his wrist and just above his elbow. Similar restraints were then placed around David’s neck and around his waist. David Markell was not going anywhere yet again.

Leticia then grabbed a remote control from the gurney and, with the small joystick in the center, she began to maneuver the gurney to tilt and bend and push David’s body in a variety of ways. When she was quite satisfied, the gurney placed his head at waist high, that his for the height of someone very tall with twelve inch heels. His legs were much lower than his head, and his ass was pushed up and outward. It was not necessarily uncomfortable as it was quite submissive, maybe even a humiliating position for his body to be in.

Morganna and Letica then stood in front of him and slowly they lifted up the bottom of their uniforms. With no panties on what sprung out from each woman was a huge cock - very long and very thick. Both of them stood there smiling and started to play with each others cocks. They looked at each other and broke into a passionate kiss. Then they looked back at David, their cocks getting harder and harder as they stroked each other.

With a sultry tone in her voice...
“Mr. Markell,” Leticia remarked, “it’s time for your special physical therapy session.”

Morganna then licked her crimson lips while Leticia pursed her lips sexily....
 
For years, though he had never admitted this to another living soul, David Markell had fantasized about what it would be like to be restrained by a gorgeous woman. Better yet, by two gorgeous women. Never though in his wildest fantasies would he have imagined anything like what seemed to be playing out for him. Clearly what had been a fantasy for him was rapidly turning in to an unimaginable nightmare.

David had assumed that since they appeared to be done doing whatever bizarre sort of secretive medical procedures on him that he would be freed from his restraints and left alone for a while. Quickly, he began to realize that nothing could be further from the truth. Though he did his best to struggle and resist, his efforts were so shamefully weak it was unlikely either of the nurses even sensed his resistance.

Once again David was left silently cursing and berating himself as the two women manipulated his body with ease. It's not that David even wished to be a strong, powerful man. Even just an average, ordinary man would be fantastic in his eyes. But no, he was cursed with with a physical frame so slight, so weak that not only was he no match for other men, apparently now he was also no match for any of these women.

Soft, pitiful sounds of frustration escaped David as he felt himself being forced down on to his stomach, his arms and legs being spread and bound as quickly rope was uncoiled from his limbs. The women were so skilled, so efficient in their work that they left him with no chance of escape, securing his body down to the gurney so completely that he had no chance of moving a muscle.

Still, they were not content. He felt the gurney begin to move, shift, bend, forcing his body to move along with it. By the time it stopped David could not have felt more ridiculous or humiliated at how they had positioned his body. There had been a moment earlier when Leticia was stroking his hair that David had foolishly held out hope that perhaps one of these women might become an ally, perhaps become the key to helping him escape or at least protecting him. Now, that hope had vanished.

He could do nothing but watch, wait and hope that soon they'd be done amusing themselves by forcing him in to such a humiliating position. Then, David was in for the biggest shock of his life, even more so than the shock of being abducted to begin with. The women lifted up their uniforms and they both had - cocks?? Long, thick, intimidating cocks?!

At first David thought he had to be seeing things, or asleep in a nightmare. But, oh no. This was real. Frighteningly real. His eyes widened and he went in to a full scale panic attack. Every muscle in his body tensed, but all he accomplished was making his muscles ache and his bonds creak ever so slightly as they held firm with nary a struggle.

"Nooo! Let me out, let me out!!," he tried to scream out, but with the device still forcing his mouth open his words were so garbled they were comical. David was panting hard in fear, struggling to catch his breath while his muscles pulled and strained violently against his restraints. His eyes were wide with fear, panic and confusion while his body struggled mightily and futilely to break from the bonds that secured him firmly to the contorted gurney.
 
Both Leticia and Morganna giggled listening to David’s cries and watching him attempt to fight the restraints that bound him....

“Mr. Markell,” Leticia said as a last giggle pushed through, “you can’t escape from those bindings, nor can you escape from us.”

Then Moganna stepped forward and grabbed at his head and looked down closer to him eye-to-eye, smiling…
“Do have an open mind. What we are about to do will feel wonderful, believe me. I bet you’ve never had a woman’s cock penetrate your ass before. Which means you’ve never felt it rub your prostate before. Further, you’ve never become hard, nor have you ejaculated from such a feeling.”

Morganna then smiled, kissed David on the head and then walked over to one of the medical cabinets. She rummaged around until she found tubes of personal lubricant and a plastic tip/applicator that could easily administer generous amounts of lubricant in just the right place. Morganna then put on a new pair of medical rubber gloves, and with a ~SNAP~ put a glove on each hand. Now she was able to take the tube of lubricant out of its box, remove the cap, then twist the plastic tip on where the cap had been. With the click-clack of her heels, she made her way over to David’s backside and proceeded to move his ass cheeks apart, spreading them out with her fingers. With her other hand, she placed the tube right in line with his rosebud and inserted the tip in his asshole. Once it was in, she squeezed more than half of the tube’s contents into his anal tract. The clear colored lubricant was cold, but was placed inside of his ass for good reason.

Morganna then took her index finger and slowly pushed in and out of his ass hole. Satisfied with the right amount of lubrication inside of David she slowly withdrew her finger. She then squeezed more of the lubricant onto her huge cock and jerked herself off for a bit allowing for full coverage of the material on her head and shaft. She then grabbed his cheeks again, spread them apart wider than before and mounted David. With the head of her dick right at his rosebud, Morganna was poised to fuck him with a sense of great pleasure.

At the same time she was ready to push her cock into his ass, Leticia had herself mounted squarely at David’s forced open mouth with her the head of her cock sitting on the bottom metal frame. Leticia blew Morganna a kiss and then gave her a wink with her right eye. That was the go ahead to begin.

Starting slowly, David’s two orifices were being abused for the sexual satisfaction of these two women. (Were they women if they had cocks and a pair of balls? Hmm.) In alternating movements when a cock was in one orifice, it was out of the other. Eventually, after pushing in deeper and deeper, these ladies cocks reached halfway down David’s throat and very deep inside of his ass.

Both Morganna and Leticia cooed and moaned, signifying their lust and need to have fulfilling orgasms.

As predicted by Morganna, she did a wonderful job at rubbing David’s prostate in just the right way. Even Leticia, for as bad as this all looked did what she could in the hopes that David would feel the warmth of her cock in his mouth and have a positive reaction. After all he had the three shots, wouldn’t they do something to him, something that may already alter his brain to be more accepting of such traditional female sexual acts....
 
The last thing David wanted to do at that moment was keep an open mind. Though he was still begging, "No, no, noooo..... please dont!," and trying his best to shake his head no, his bonds and the gag in his mouth made his efforts pointless. Instead, he looked at Morganna pleadingly with teary frightened eyes, praying that maybe a miracle would happen and she would grant him mercy.

David groaned to himself, "Oh god, oh god," when it became painfully apparent these women had no intention of stopping. Bound as he was it was difficult for David even to turn his head to follow their movements, but the sounds he was hearing, rubber gloves snapping, heels clicking on the floor, were like slow cruel torture to him. His body was shaking and muscles tensing as he mentally tried to prepare himself for the inevitable, David still silently praying for a miracle that would prevent this from happening.

A moment later David gasped noticeably when he felt his ass being invaded by some sort of cold gel-like goo, and then what felt like a finger David started to softly sob. He was frightened. He was ashamed. He was unbearably humiliated at being naked and bound in this position and having absolutely no ability to defend himself against these two women. And he now knew there was no chance of this not happening.

Though still barely able to believe this was happening to him David felt the cheeks of his ass beign manipulated and sensed the tip of a cock poised to invade him. More tears rolled down his cheeks as he found himself gazing directly at another cock, this one now resting and ready to slide in to his forced open mouth that he had no chance of closing. David's heart was pounding, body shaking, tears rolling down his face as he was so distraught he could barely breathe.

Then, it began.

At first every muscle in his body felt tense as if he was still trying to do anything and everything possible to escape and get away from the cocks invading his body. David sobbed softly in helplessness when he began to feel the rhythm in which the two women were using him, his bound body now being reduced to some sort of perverse, erotic see-saw for these women as they alternated feeding their cocks into his ass and mouth.

Admittedly, David felt a huge sense of relief when at least, mercifully, the sensation of the cock filling his ass was unlike what he'd expected. Yes, it hurt and took his breath away, but due to the generous amount of gel that had apparently been used it wasn't as painful as he'd expected. Truthfully, after several strokes and his body had accepted the length of her it gradually became less about the physical pain and more about the emotional pain from the shame and humiliation he felt about what was happening to him.

At the same time he was unable to do anything to stop Leticia's cock that was persistently, rhythmically sliding in and out of his mouth. He could sense the size of her cock increasing and even began to taste precum that was soon oozing from the tip. With each stroke of Morganna's cock in his ass all David could do was softly grunt, his eyes gazing straight ahead at Leticia's cock as he awaited the feel of it filling his mouth again.

The longer the two women continued the more helplessly defeated and humiliated David began to feel. The tenseness in his muscles began to lessen and his body all but slumped down against the gurney, defeated and now simply surrendering and accepting what was happening to him. Much to his surprise, the longer this continued and the deeper Morganna's cock invaded his ass David began to feel new, never felt before sensations.

Though his body felt impossibly full with each stroke he began to feel a gentle, unexpected shudder of pleasure. The longer it continued the more noticeable and intense each shudder became until, to his horror, David felt his small cock begin to stiffen beneath him. The thought that he might be enjoying this on any level was unimaginable to him and he fought to ignore the sensations.

Still, the women were relentless, the two of them working his body in perfect synch. His grunts gradually turned to moans of unwanted pleasure, his traitorous cock continuing to stiffen beneath him. When he then began to hear their pleasure-filled moans and coos it only added to David's unwanted arousal. David was cursing himself, a new sense of panic filling him, but this one was totally different. This was a panic that he was going to be unable to control his own pleasure.

His body was again hot and feverish, his muscles beginning to tense again, but now it was due to the sensation of an unwanted orgasm building in his body. David fought to suppress it, tried to ignore the sensations, but he had no way to stop them. No way to control them. Moments later his body shuddered, he let out an agonized, tormented whimper, and his stiff little penis ejaculated beneath him, leaving a puddle of his own warm goo beneath his body. At that moment David's body once again slumped against the gurney, the bound man feeling completely defeated having suffered what felt like the ultimate humiliation in front of these two women.
 
Hearing David’s moans was music to Leticia and Morganna’s ears and it encouraged them to fuck his mouth and ass faster, harder, and with greater intensity. Morganna dealt with David tensing up his muscles. With all the lubrication in his ass and on her shaft, her cock still slid in and out, albeit with greater effort. When he finally deflated and gave in to both women loosening his muscles Morganna went for broke pushing and pulling her huge cock in and out with such ease.

It was apparent to both hench-ladies that David had gone from resistance to acceptance, his cock flaccid to hard to ejaculation. And, grunts gave way to moans of ecstasy. At this point Leticia and Morganna worked themselves up to a point where they too were ready to have their own orgasms. Morganna went first and let out quite the scream, her cum unloading profusely into David’s anal tract. Even when she pulled out, Morganna ejaculated three more times, leaving the residual seed from her cock on his backside and ass cheeks.

Leticia had a similar loud moan before she came and, grabbing David’s cheeks, pushed her length in and out with such speed that she built up an amazing amount of cum, held it then let it go. Ejaculating again and again as she pulled her cock out of David’s mouth Leticia left quite the glaze of cum all over his face. From his eyes, nose, mouth, cheeks, and chin there was strings of cum on David’s face. She continued to rub the head of her cock all over his face, spreading her seed even more.

Morganna walked over to Leticia and they embraced one another and, taking turns, sucked each other off removing all cum from each others cock. Then they kissed passionately, smiled at each other and tucked their dicks away in their uniforms.

Looking down at David Leticia said, “Looks like you need to be cleaned up.”

Smiling, the two went to work on David’s deflated body. First, they had to remove the gag from his mouth. Then they cleaned him up with medical wipes and dried him up with a towel. After removing all the bindings and turning him back in a supine position, with the gurney back to its original sit-up position. Then they put a hospital gown on him and some slippers and helped him off the gurney. Morganna brought over a wheelchair.

For the rest of the night into the morning the two nurses (were they really nurses or were they operatives for Devilla?) ran a battery of tests on David: EKG, EEG, full body CAT scan and MRI, X-Rays and they took bloods from him.

It was about 8 am….

After making sure that David was secured from head to toe in the wheelchair, Leticia and Morganna rolled him into a walk-in freezer. It had to be twenty or thirty below zero inside of the freezer. Slabs of meat were hanging from the freezer ceiling. They placed him in front of a metal table with a chair. The lighting was fair inside. About fifteen minutes expired. All he had on was that thin cotton hospital gown that was open in the back. The slippers were thin and did nothing to protect him from the ultra-cold temperatures in the walk-in freezer. Leticia and Morganna were unfazed by the cold as if they had trained for such adverse environments.

Suddenly there was a click-clack of heels. The sound became louder and louder and louder…
 
Ms. Devilla Roche walked into the freezer with heels on, and it was apparent that she had stockings on, but from that point, she was in a very thick, full length sable fur that covered her entire body. She had a matching hat on her head. She wore black gloves on her hands. Devilla’s long blonde hair was tucked perfectly in the fur hat, but cascaded down from the sides and the back of her head in those loose waves. Her face was impeccably put together for eight o’clock in the morning; her face full painted, her pillowy lips fully coated in a pink lipstick. She smelled wonderfully as her perfume was dabbed on to be enough without being obnoxious.

In her hands was a brown leather satchel. With the click-clack of her heels, Devilla advanced toward the table. Once there, both Morganna and Leticia bowed their heads. Saying nothing just yet, she undid the leather string on the satchel and proceeded to pull out a thick wad of papers, She set them up on the table in three neat piles, then placed a pen on the first pile. Then she took her seat at the table. She smiled back at David and addressed him.

In a very serious and deliberate tone, “Well Mr. Markell, we meet again. I want you to know that I had a wonderful time in New York with you. If it wasn’t for the fact that you are such a threat to my company, I would have enjoyed more time with you on a personal level. Although that might still happen, just not quite the way you would imagine.” She paused for a moment then continued, “By now you have figured out that Deanna Jackson is not who I am. My name is Devilla Roche. I own Roche Industries. Maybe you have heard of my company?”

She waited for him to answer her question and was almost sure that he would ask some of his own...
 
As if being forced to cum against his will while being bound and sodomized wasn't humiliating enough, his two abductresses couldn't resist finishing him and making his humiliation complete. First there were the torrents of cum gushing in to his ass, then more shooting on to his bound body and dripping down his ass positioned lewdly in the air. More cum then drenched his face when Leticia exploded, leaving him looking foolish and slutty, his face splattered with cum. Bound as he was, David was unable to even wipe it away and had no choice but to feel the warm goo cruelly ooze and drip down his face, blending in with his tears of shame.

His emotions somehow managed to sink even lower as he watched the two women then kiss erotically, as if joyously celebrating their conquest and what they had just done to him. With each passing event that he was subjected to David felt himself slipping away more and more, feeling less like a person and more like an object for these cruel women to amuse themselves with by seeing how low they could make him sink. If there had ever been a moment since his capture when David had held out hope that maybe one of them might befriend him and grant him mercy that faint hope was now extinguished. Clearly, these were women who reveled in the knowledge they could do with him as they pleased and his welfare was clearly the least of their concerns.

After his ordeal David was too weakened, too intimidated to risk upsetting either of his two nurses. He put up no resistance, no struggle allowing them to poke, prod, test and examine him as they pleased. As he sat through the battery of tests David had a moment when he flashed back and felt a twinge of sympathy for the lab rats that had been used for testing in some of his college classes. Now, he knew how they felt. Karma had caught up with him and now it was his turn. David Markell had been reduced to little more than an object that these nurses could use, manipulate and test however they pleased while not owing him even a word of explanation, much like the lab rats who suffered the same fate in his hands at college.

Once they seemed satisfied their tasks were completed David found himself bound securely to a wheelchair and was transported into a brutally cold freezer. Barely dressed at all it was only minutes before he was timidly asking for a blanket, a coat, anything to shield him from the brutal cold. Unfortunately, and not surprisingly, they seemed to have no interest in helping him protect himself from the sub-freezing temperature.

With each passing minute David felt more miserable, barely noticeable trembling gradually elevating to his bound body noticeably shaking from the bone chilling cold. His fingers and toes were becoming so painfully cold that tears tried to well up in his eyes, but his body was too cold for his tear ducts to even work properly. David's breathing was even beginning to become labored, his mind struggling to work properly as the sub-freezing temperature took it's toll on him, breaking his will to the point where he was shamelessly pleading to be taken out of the freezer or at least wrapped up in blankets.

It was then that he heard the sound of clicking heels approaching. David's heart began to race, suspecting that finally he was going to see Deanna once again. Sure enough a moment later she strode haughtily in to the room, but unlike the three of them Deanna was prepared, dressed for the elements as if she was prepared to remain there for hours if need be.

Even in his broken, humiliated, frozen condition it was impossible for David to not recognize and admire how stunning, how gorgeous, how clearly superior Deanna was to any other woman he'd ever known. Even the two nurses who toyed with him as they pleased appeared to be in awe of and intimidated by Deanna. Amazing.

The combination of the ordeal he'd just been forced to endure along with the brutal freezing cold had all but rendered his mind useless and left David a broken shell of who he had been only 24 hours earlier. He did his best though to think, to focus, hoping that finally he might get some answers as to why he was here and what was happening. David listened as intently as he could, but his mind was functioning so poorly at the moment it was a struggle for him to think clearly.

As Deanna spoke David looked at her with a dazed, confused expression on his face. What was she saying??

Threat to her company?

Not Deanna?

Roche Industries...... Devilla Roche. Hmmm.

He knew the names but was struggling to fire up his frozen, dazed brain. Then, it hit him.

Roche Industries. Devilla Roche. Oh god.

Roche Industries had come up as a case study in one of his business classes in college. It was the study of the remarkable turn-around of a collapsing, multi-generational European business that was somehow brought back to life by one of the strongest business leaders Europe had seen in decades.

Devilla Roche.

However, what David recalled from the case study wasn't so much what he learned from the textbooks and his professor, but rather the stories, rumors, and urban legends that surrounded Devilla Roche. Yes, clearly her success in the business world could not be questioned. However, if you scoured the recesses of the darknet, the portion of the internet hidden away from the masses, the stories of the lengths Devilla would allegedly go to in order to defeat her competition were legendary.

David had always assumed they had to be nothing more than urban legend, yet he had discussed with classmates and stumbled upon enough of the stories to leave a very distinct mark in his memory. So distinct that even in his frozen, broken, bound condition the queasy fears he had of Devilla Roche simply from reading of her alleged exploits came flooding to him. The thought that he was now sitting across from her, bound in a wheelchair, was nearly more than David could take.

Now, finally realizing who he was dealing with David's fear ramped up to by far the highest point it had been since this bizarre sequence of events began. If there was a woman on the planet not to be trifled with David knew it was Devilla Roche. The expression on his face no doubt conveyed his shock, his fear, his sense of intimidation as it registered to him who Deanna really was.

Swallowing hard he nodded slightly, softly replying, "Y-yes. I've heard of Roche Industries. And, I've heard of you."

He paused, still trying to gather himself from this unimaginable revelation. Finally, in an almost embarrassingly unsteady voice he said, "Ms. Roche, I assure you, my company is no threat to yours. I promise you that. Whatever it is that concerns you I'm sure we can work it out. Please, just let me go and I'll immediately call our corporate attorneys to get in touch with yours. We can set up a meeting and I give you my word that we'll work with you to alleviate any concerns you might have."

When Devilla simply remained silent while giving him a look that made him shudder David's stress and fear caught up with him. Unable to maintain an appearance of composure any longer, through his tears David pleaded, "I don't understand.... I don't understand any of this... I don't know why you took me like this... I don't know where I am.... I don't know why they keep giving me drugs and why they......... " David couldn't even finish his sentence when he thought of what had happened to him while strapped down on the gurney.

"I just want to go home.... p-please?? Just let me go and I promise, I won't say anything about any of this to anyone. I'm sooo cold I just want to go home..... please??", he begged desperately.
 
Devilla sat and listened as she watched his body shake, even though it was still secured tightly to the wheelchair. She listened to David’s nervous tone change rapidly to sheer panic. She let him drone on and paid him no mind. As he went from rational sounding to sheer panic, Devilla sat back in the chair and pulled out a gold case with her gloved hands. When she opened it up, she pulled out a perfectly crisp cigarette and a small ivory cigarette holder and twisted the stogie into the holder. Then, with a sheer elegance, she held it to her mouth, gave a look at Leticia, who pulled out and struck a match. Devilla took in a few drags to get the cigarette started and Leticia withdrew and held her place next to Morganna.

Devilla was about as classy as they come. Even as she exhaled the cigarette smoke, she did so in such an elegant even sexy manner. Then she looked back at David and addressed him again. “David. I hope you don’t mind me calling you David. First, you are going to have to calm down.”

Considering the environment she was in, a freezer, she was never cold, not even her mouth chattered, it was if she was immune to the deep, freezing chill all around her.

Then she continued, “David, if you continue to be in complete hysterics, I will have Morganna give you something to calm you down.”

Devilla placed the cigarette holder to her gorgeous pouty lips, took in another drag of the cigarette then immediately blew out the blue smoke. She then decided to stand up and paced back and forth slowly across the desk. Her heels clicked and clacked with each step she took.

In her deep, dark sexy tone she spoke again…..
“David, I am going to tell you a little story. My grandfather took an old trading company and, in his lifetime, turned it into a multi-national conglomerate. Over the course of his life he did whatever he had to do to beat down the competition. Threats of buyouts by competitors, robber barons, dealing with corrupt politicians hardened my grandfather and he did everything in his power to stave off those bastards.” She then turned to him with quite the look and raised her left, perfectly manicured, eyebrow and stated unequivocally, “Once, when a competitor attempted to compel the government to investigate Roche Industries, my grandfather found the man and killed him with his bare hands.”

Devilla paused, taking another drag of her cigarette, then continued…
“My father learned nothing from my grandfather and almost ran what he built up into the ground. After his death, I took over. I have picked up where my grandfather left off. Roche Industries is still a private company to this day and is stronger than ever.”

Devilla stopped, in a surprising motion, throwing the cigarette holder and cigarette to the floor, she slammed both her gloved hands onto the table. The papers and pen bounced as she lurched forward from the desk looking eye to eye at the helpless Mr. Markell.

“Of course you’re a threat!!” She shouted, “Do you think I would go to these lengths with you if you weren’t a threat!!

Devilla calmly regained her composure as she stood up. Then in her usual low tone, but wonderfully captivating voice demanded, “I not only want your patents, I also want your company. But most of all, I want you.”
 
Devilla then pointed to the first stack of papers, never taking her eyes off of David…

Looking at David with quite a forceful look then, with a forceful tone, said, “You will sign these legal papers giving me and my company the patents to your new solar panels.”

Then she pointed to the middle stack of papers….

Again, in the same forceful tone, “And these legal papers will make Roche Industries the new owner in a company that you worked so hard to create. Helios Technology will become a subsidiary of Roche Industries as it should be and will market and bring to the masses a new, affordable solar panel.”

Then with an evil smile, Devilla placed her gloved index finger on the last pile of papers….in a very syrupy tone unequivocally stated, “Oh, and these legal papers are the most special of all these stacks of papers. When you sign these, you will give me, Devilla Roche, full guardianship of you Mr. David Markell.”

Then she walked from the stack of papers, and from behind the desk to David...she stood right in front of him, then gave a look at Morganna, who immediately responded at undid the straps around David’s forehead and neck...Devilla, still with that evil smile, took David’s face by the chin and had him look up at him….

“The way the last set of papers read, I will practically own you. How delicious that sounds. I will decide many things for you. I will decide when you eat, what you will eat, where you can go, what you will wear. I will be able to do a lot of things legally. You will be like any other minor. Most, if not all of your rights, will be non-existent. You can’t vote, you can’t get a job, you won’t be able to do much at all, but serve me. And that is what you will do.”

She then bend forward, by her hips and not her knees, and laid her pillowy, luscious lips on David’s lips and kissed his cold blue, quivering lips….
 
David Markell was painfully aware that he had just been through an unimaginable ordeal, and he was also well aware that the effects of the ordeal along with the brutal cold of the freezer were drastically limiting his ability to think clearly. Still, even with his mind all but rendered virtually useless to him David had just enough wits left to be dumbfounded at the words he was hearing coming from Devilla as she explained the three stacks of papers.

He could not have been more confused as his mind struggled to make some degree of sense out of what she was saying. David knew Devilla was a brilliant business woman, a shrewd business woman, but surely she knew that no one simply gave away an innovative product? No one gave away a company?

Surely, she must have some sort of price in mind she was at least going to start with from a negotiating angle, yet he heard none??

Then, the truly unthinkable words that baffled him even more. He was going to sign what?? That would allow her to do what?? Admittedly, David was feeling so painfully cold that he would literally be crying if only his tear ducts weren't too cold to properly function. And gazing at Devilla, snugly wrapped up in luxurious furs and warm leather gloves made him want to break down and plead with her to hold him close and wrap him up in her soft, luxurious, feminine warmth.

At the moment though none of this made even the smallest amount of sense. Why would he give up his own product that would change the world? Why would he give away a company he had worked day and night to build? And for god's sake, why would he sign something that took away all of his rights as a human being??

David whimpered softly at the feel of her warm, soft lips gently kissing his quivering, painfully cold lips. He looked at her pleadingly, his voice quivering and filled with confusion. "P-p-please?.... I d-don't understand??..... what do you mean give??.... oh god, I'm so c-c-cold..... how much are you paying me for my c-company?..... p-please, can we talk somewhere else??.... can we just call my attorneys??..... let them handle it?...... "

With his eyes locked on to the third stack of papers he pleaded, "... and, w-what are those??.... I don't understand.... y-you can't do this...... please??.... can we go someplace else?.... I'm so c-cold I can't even think....." By this point, his head was reeling so much, his body shivering so much from the cold that David looked like he could not possibly have been more confused and more desperate to get out of there.
 
David’s babbling while Devilla kissed him was disconcerting to her...his talk of ‘attorneys’ and ‘paying for his company’ was a total absurdity in her mind. As he droned on it made her impatient so she reacted, her face now very serious, she stood up and slapped David’s face hard with the back of her leather gloved hand….

There was a long pause as she stared down at David, her eyes never blinking...then, suddenly, she looked at her hench-ladies and her mood changed, a smile on her face evidence of that…

In that nonchalant tone...
“Leticia, Morganna, I want you to take Mr. Markell over to Cell #13. He is to be placed in a straight jacket and pants and suspend his body from the red metal beam. You know what to do next don't you?”

The hench-ladies shook their heads in the affirmative, smiling from ear to ear...

Turning back to David, she began to run her fingers through his hair…
“All right David, we are going to take a break and warm you up for a spell. Morganna and Leticia are going to help you with your confused thinking. They’ll straighten you out, I promise. And, it will make signing these documents much easier for you.”

She gave a look to the hench-ladies…

Things went into motion, starting with moving David’s wheelchair....out of the cold freezer and into a hall and then down to another door...it was opened and now they were back into the dungeon corridor….the walls changed from common white, man-made walls to the cave-like corridor of the dungeon...torches lit the way and David was being pushed by one empty cell after another....this dungeon, the dungeon, was cool, but was certainly no where near the cold temperature in the freezer...they rolled him past one cell after another...each cell had a purpose...it was difficult to see the purpose of each of those cells as they were pitch black....then they made their way to Cell # 13...Leticia opened up the iron barred cell and Morganna wheeled David inside….

Leticia proceeded to strike a wooden match she had found on top of a stone plinth or shelf sticking out from one of the stone walls that separated Cell # 13 from Cell # 11...with a strike against the stone shelf, the match was lit and Leticia lit up torch after torch after torch in the cell...as more light flooded the cell more could be seen in the cell….the large red I-beam that stretched above from wall to wall...implements of torture, including whips, chains and the like hanging from the wall...and in the middle of the floor was a hole, about three feet in diameter...it was difficult to see how far it went down…

Morganna pushed the gate to the cell shut….

Then the two sexy hench-ladies in their nurses uniforms turned to David....

Leticia noted, “We have to get changed. We will be right back.”

Then Morganna, with her overflowing bosom went up to David and said softly, “I want to thank you for not signing those documents. You’re giving both Leticia and myself another opportunity to have a lot of fun with you.”

With that, the lovely Morganna kissed him on the forehead and the two hench-ladies walked behind the back wall and disappeared...
 
The stinging slap on his face was a harsh reminder of just how dire his situation was and how Devilla was not the sort of woman accustomed to people questioning her. The bright side, if there was such a thing, was that it jolted David out of the dazed fog he'd been in due to the sub-freezing cold and brought his mind and senses back to life.

On the darker side, he then heard............

“Leticia, Morganna, I want you to take Mr. Markell over to Cell #13. He is to be placed in a straight jacket and pants and suspend his body from the metal beam.”

What in god's name was she talking about now?? And what kind of a place he was in??

A moment later David found himself, thankfully, being wheeled out of the sub-freezing locker, however his sense of relief was short-lived. As he was taken down the ominous corridor his heart began to sink. He turned his head from side to side as much as his restraints would allow and what he saw was making him turn white with fear.

"W-where are we?? What is this place??," he asked in an unsteady voice, though no one seemed particularly concerned about responding to him. David felt as if he were trapped in some sort of gothic horror film, sentenced to the dungeon where god knows what sorts of tortures might await. The truly frightening part though was - he knew this was real, not a film.

The glow of the torches in the otherwise dark hallway and cells made the ambiance all the more chilling, making David's nerves stand on edge by the time they entered the cell. As more torches were lit and he was better able to see the cell where they had brought him David began softly saying, "Oh god.... no..... please...... "

The more he looked around the room, whips and chains on the hall, the sturdy intimidating beam across the ceiling, and what appeared to be a deep, dark hole the more a sense of panic began to set in. David tried to make eye contact with his two female captors, trying to plead his case.

"W-wait...... wait...... what is this??...... what are we doing??..... wait, let's talk.... I'm sure we can reach an agreement........," his voice sounding increasingly desperate.

He whimpered as he found himself gazing in to Morganna's ample cleavage, her cruel taunting words making him even more fearful of what was to come. As they walked away his begging became louder and more frantic.

"Wait! ... no!.... don't leave!.... please, let's just talk!..... wait!!" When they were out of view David whimpered as if in prayer, "Oh god please... help me... somebody please....... help me..... " With his fear kicking in even more David's body began to struggle and fight desperately against the restraints, however other than the sound of his own tormented grunts and groans and the barely noticeable creaks of the restraints and chair he was accomplishing nothing.

And on top of the ache of his muscles from straining against his bonds David seemed to be struggling with something else. Ever since his time in the clinical room where they administered some sort of drugs to him David had felt out of sorts. Off and on he had been experiencing odd tingling sensations, hot flashes followed by the chills, sometimes short-lived dull or even pulsing aches, just a wide odd assortment of unrecognizable sensations. Even now as he pulled and strained against his bonds he was feeling an ache in his chest to the point where it was causing his breathing to become labored.

With a defeated whimper he at least temporarily gave up his struggle and slumped back in the chair, weakly saying to no one in particular, "Oh god...... what's wrong with me?...... somebody please.... help me........ I've got to get out of here........"
 
Sexy did not even begin to define what the hench-ladies, Morganna and Leticia looked like...sexy sirens dripping with unadulterated gorgeousness was more like it. And, with their emphasis on the way they walked, tits jiggling, hips swaying up and down, leg over leg, and ass bouncing made for quite an entrance back into the cell….

Returned they did. In a striking fashion, they wore matching outfits, which were at the same time, very racy and oh so very dominating looking as well. It started with a thick, black, wide leather collar around each of their necks. Four, thick metal rings were attached to each collar. Connected to the bottom of the collar was a black fishnet top that ran over each hench-lady’s shoulder. In one direction, down the arms, it ran down to, and connected with two long, black shiny latex gloves which ran up from their hands to the biceps of their rather big arms. The fishnet followed the contour of their bosoms until it met with a leather, steel boned over-the-breast corset, that further enhanced their narrow waists. A shiny black pleated latex skirt pushed out from their hips down to the middle of their thighs. From under the skirt, continued the fishnet look, this time as stockings that followed the contour of their legs, all the way down to their feet. On each leg was a gorgeous black leather platform boot that ran up to just under each of their knees. Both ladies were lifted up off the ground on platform heels at least eighteen inches high.

Both Morganna and Leticia approached David Markell and went to work....

He was unstrapped from the wheelchair and quickly lifted and held tightly, until he was placed, feet on the floor, standing on the other side of the cell, closest to one of the stone walls...Leticia grabbed the straight from a hook on the wall and Morganna grabbed the pants...both were gray and made from a thick canvas...David looked like a little boy next to these two Amazonian women. Their platform heels further skewed reality for him, as their hips were as high as his shoulders...moved around like a rag doll, they both overpowered him easily and before long he was tied up tightly, arms immobile, legs fused together as one and no way out.

Leticia and Morganna then went to work on the next phase, which was his suspension off the ground. First they had to strap an apparatus, that included a large steel hoop that was connected to a leather and steel harness, which locked around his ankles. Then Morganna, grabbed a chain from the wall...with its many links, she threw it over the red I-beam while Leticia grabbed another piece of apparatus in which a winch was attached to it...the chain was placed through this apparatus and Morganna pulled hard to make sure it would hold David…

Now it was time to suspend him. David was manipulated once again and turned upside-down...with his legs up in the air, Leticia and Morganna used a special fitting to conjoin the end of the chain to the large steel hoop that attached to David’s ankles. With a few clicks, the two parts mated and they were able to slowly let go of his body.. He now hung directly over the hole that was in the ground…

Then, those very characteristic sounds of a certain click-clack of heels echoed...the pungent odor of cigarette smoke wafted in the air and it was indeed, David’s tormentor….

Morganna opened the cell door, bowed and let Devilla in….

Devilla, still bundled in her fur coat, looked at David in such an embarrassingly compromising position. In a sultry, dark tone she spoke to him…
“Well, well Mr. Markell, you have refused what I thought was a charitable offer. You speak of purchasing your company and attorneys and now you literally hang there, your life in the balance so to speak. Do you not realize the power I hold?”

Then she focused on Leticia…
“Turn it on my dear, all the way.”

Leticia hit some buttons on a wall and suddenly the hole in which David dangled from filled with a brown, thick soupy liquid…

Then she spoke to David again…
“It’s a form of quicksand. In a moment, you will experience the consequences of your actions and maybe, just maybe you will not defy me again.”

The soupy material filled almost to the top and stopped…

Again, her focus back on Leticia, Devilla orders her to do the following…
“Now, let him go in for a quick dip.”

Leticia hits another button and the winch turns quickly dropping David’s body into the quicksand-like material….
 
David Markell could scarcely begin to fathom how rapidly and drastically his life had came crashing down. It wasn't long ago that he was having the most erotic sexual encounter of his life with the most stunningly gorgeous woman he'd ever seen, awaiting a morning meeting to finalize for the patent that would change not only his life, but likely the world. Now, nothing in his life made sense or was even remotely recognizable to him.

Beneath his breath he uttered, "My god," as the two Amazonian women returned, looking even more outrageously sexy than before. To the small, bound, helpless man they looked like the most gorgeous, intimidating, sexy dominatrixes his imagination could dream up. But, they were real.

As he was now humiliatingly becoming accustomed, the women manipulated his body with ease, doing whatever they pleased with him. Though he did indeed attempt to struggle and resist, it was embarrassing to David how little the effects of his struggles seemed to have them. Truthfully, he wondered if they could even tell he was trying to put up a fight.

His body squirmed and writhed as much as he could, his voice still calling out, begging them to stop and give him a chance to talk. Not surprisingly they calmly, efficiently continued their work, not stopping until he found himself once again bound but now being hung up by his ankles.

As he found himself being dangled above the hole his pleading intensified, "No, no, no.... wait...... stop!....... please, don't do this!" And then the familiar sound of clicking heels approaching and Devilla had returned, a cruel and wicked expression on her face.

Still, David tried to plead for her understanding, trying to reason with her as he gazed down in to the dark hole fearfully. Then, when he saw the hole begin to feel and he heard Devilla's explanation David went in to a full scale panic. His body wiggled and writhed as much as it could, his voice crying out.

To David this was virtually his worst nightmare coming true. He'd always had a fear of being buried alive, being trapped and suffocated, and now he found himself sinking lower and lower toward the quicksand-like substance.

"Please no!!," he begged shamelessly. "Stop this! Oh god please....... no, no, nooo!" His life was all but flashing before his eyes as he saw the himself coming closer and closer to the quicksand. David tried futiley to contort his body away from it but it was hopeless. His breathing was now pained, despaerate gasps, as if he were hoping to suck in huge amounts of air to store up for the inevitable.

"Ms. Roche, please?!.... stop!!.... somebody, please?!?.....", he cried out, his head now inches away. Just as he felt the tip of his head make contact he screamed, "Stoppp!... I'll do it, I'll do it!!" Still, his body was lowered more, his wails of fear bouncing off of the stone walls of the cell when he felt his head make contact.

"Oh god please somebody help me!!... I'll do anything!...... please stop this!!", he pleaded, sobbing and sucking in gasps of air. Then, helpless to stop it, the worst moment of David Markell's life was upon him. He felt his head being drawn down in to the thick, heavy substance. First he was blinded by it, then suddenly he was without air, the thick, heavy substance seemingly drawing him in deeper.

His worst nightmare was coming true. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't see. He couldn't speak. He couldn't move. He could sense himself sinking deeper in to the abyss and he knew his life was about to be over. David's fear and panic was so overwhelming he didn't know if was going to die of slow, cruel suffocation or if his heart was simply going to give out on him from the horrific fear he was experiencing. The only thing David Markell knew for certain was - he was about to die a horrific, agonizing death and he was absolutely powerless to stop it.
 
To hear David capitulate, even under such severe duress, certainly made Devilla happy and she smiled...then while he was deep in the quicksand-like material, his breathing compromised, she stood there in her fur hat and coat, took a decent toke of her stogie and then let the smoke out as she exhaled…

Then she instructed her hench-ladies…
“Pull him up.”

Leticia hit another button and the winch went in motion pulling up David Markell’s body. Once out, his body was heavy with the thick liquid mud which was slowly dripping from his suspended body. Everyone could hear him breathe in fresh air, but it was obviou that having held in his breath for about a good thirty seconds was not easy, especially when you factor in the tight canvas straight jacket that wrapped tightly around his chest.

Devilla looked at David, who looked quite humiliating at this point….
“So you say that you will sign all three documents? Now why don’t I believe you. Maybe you need to think about it one more time, just to make sure.”

Devilla gave a look at Leticia and she hit one of the buttons. The winch went into motion, and like before, quickly dropped his whole body back into the quicksand-like material…

Devilla took another drag of her cigarette, then dropped it to the floor and crushed it with her heeled shoe...she then exhaled and had counted to thirty again then said to Leticia, “Bring him back up.”

The winch went back into action and pulled David’s body up again…

Devilla looked down at David, then asked him, smiling, “David, it is not enough for you to say you will sign those papers that are still in the walk-in freezer. Now I want you to beg me to ALLOW you to sign them. Say, ‘Madam Devilla please allow me to sign those documents.’ And David, it better not sound disingenuous. If your heart is not in your request then I will be forced to have Leticia drop you in that hole again. And I can’t guarantee that Leticia will remember if she can count to thirty. She gets forgetful sometimes. You could be down there for a minute or maybe even longer.”

Devilla stood there patiently and waited for him to grovel and ask his question to allow him to sign the documents...or if not he would pay the consequences of his stupidity, and Devilla would have to make a decision to make him suffer more or to terminate him all together...
 
David had never been more grateful for a breath of air in his life than when mercifully he was elevated out of the thick, heavy quicksand substance. He gasped almost violently, his body desperately trying to suck in air for his depleted lungs. Still, his senses were dulled as the thick goo slowly dripped down off of his head.

He could hear just well enough though to make out Devilla saying something about.... one more time?? This time when he felt his body being lowered once more David let out a blood curdling scream of, "Noooooo!! Please noooo!!!" His bound body tried frantically to escape, wiggling like a fish on a hook, but there was nothing he could do. Once more he found himself immersed in the thick, suffocating substance.

To David it felt like an eternity, even more tortuous than the first time. When it began to become too much for him he was no longer praying for escape, but rather praying for his own death just so he wouldn't have to endure one more second trapped in this insidious substance.

Then, again he was drawn up from the hole, his body once again being treated to the gift of air. Once more he gasped loudly and violently, sobbing shamelessly as his body desperately sucked in lungs full of air. Between gasps and sobs the broken man did his best to beg and plead, "No more!...... no more!........ please no more!!" His words though were barely recognizable given how intense his sobbing was and his tortured breathing.

When he then heard Devilla's cruel, taunting words, forcing him to beg for the privilege of signing the documents that would all but ruin his life David did not hesitate. "I beg you, I promise!! I'll sign them, I'll sign them!! Madam Devilla please allow me to sign those documents! I'm begging you! Oh god please no more........ please let me sign them!!"

Even David was painfully aware of how pitiful and pathetic he sounded, desperately begging before these three Amazonian goddesses to be able to throw away his life and everything he had ever worked for, just so they would grant him the privilege of breathing air in this god-forsaken dungeon. Still, that was exactly what he did. David begged and pleaded through his pathetic sobs as sincerely and desperately as any man had ever begged before.
 
Devilla laughed riotously knowing that she had beaten David and was the victor yet again, getting what she wanted...his begging was priceless…

As she stood there, knowing that she would get more than just a patent, more than just a company, but be in full ownership of David; to use him as she wished and as she desired..

Her attention was now to instruct the hench-ladies…
“Leticia, Morganna, clean Mr. Markell up and see to it that he is brought to me back in the freezer.”

Bowing their heads, they both said in unison, “Yes Madame, as you wish.”

*******************

After draining the deep hole and using a high velocity water hose to clean David off of all the brown muddy mess that clung to his body, Morganna and Leticia reversed all the steps they had do to suspend him. When all was said and done, he was naked again and strapped down completely from head to toe back on the wheelchair.

Then David was pushed back down the dungeon corridor and back into the more livable white walled areas, where the clinic was located and then the walk-in freezer. He was rolled in, with Devilla seated, smoking a cigarette ever so sexily…

Pushed up to the metal table, his right hand and arm freed. The first set of papers was on a clipboard now and Devilla presented it and a pen to Morganna, who placed both items in David’s lap…

With her sultry voice....smiling...
“Well David, here we are again. Since you asked and asked so nicely back in the cell, I have decided to allow you to sign this document that gives me all your patents including rights to all future ones, including your wonderful new solar panel.”

She could see his hand shaking, with almost a hesitation…

Devilla raised her eyebrow, this time she was not smiling at all….
“David, I do hope that you are not having any second thoughts. Because if you are, for any reason, you will find yourself back to deal with dire consequences. ~raising her voice~ Now sign!!”
 
Once again left alone with his two cruel caregivers there was nothing David could do now other than contemplate what he had just agreed to do. Part of his mind was still stuggling to believe and accept what was happening, yet sickeningly enough he knew it was real. He knew it was happening and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

As his bound, naked body was once again pushed down the corridor David's mind was reeling, trying to think of something - anything - he could do or say to reason with Devilla Roche. Unfortunately, every time a thought popped in to his mind he felt himself quiver with fear at what might happen to him should he show even a hint of resistance. David knew that at best he would likely find himself back in that insidiously tortuous cell #13. Worse yet though, he suspected if he pushed his luck with her onee more she would likely subject to him a punishment that was even worse.

David's entire body began to shake, his anxiety levels climbing rapidly. Realizing that he now had little choice but to sign the documents he tried to find some way to give himself comfort. Some way to make himself feel like even if he signed them things would be ok.

Perhaps the real reason she wanted him was she recognized his brilliance as a scientist and business man? Maybe, what she really wanted was to tap in to his skill set? Make him the head of the science or technology subsidiaries of Roche Industries? He recognized his own shortcomings - as a man, he was all but worthless from a physical perspective. Small and weak, petite even, and cursed with a cock so small that it was all but worthless to a woman. The only thing he had to offer a woman like Devilla Roche was his value as a scientist and businessman - surely, that had to be it.

David softly whimpered, "Oh god," at the thougth of being pushed back in to the freezer, his body shaking even more noticeably now. Mentally he was trying to visualize what it would be like when he would ultimately be working in the Roche Industries labs. Perhaps this would even be a blessing in the long run? Surely the labs of Roche Industries far exceeded those of his small Helio Technologies. At this point David was trying to tell himself anything that would give him at least a glimmer of hope that everything would still be ok for him, even after he signed the papers.

God, there she was.

Devilla Roche. As gorgeous and intimidating as a woman could possibly be. And, as much as David hated her at that moment, he couldn't help but have his gaze frozen in awe at the sight of her.

He looked on helplessly as a pen and the first stack of papers was laid in his lap. David was filled with so much anxiety, so much fear, and such an overwhelming sense of helplessness he could barely breathe much less hold a pen. But, when Devilla raised her voice to him he literally gasped in fear, then meekly whimpered, "Y-yes Ma'am."

At first his business instincts took over and David began to read the document. Then the reality of his situation hit him. Reading the document was pointless. It didn't matter what it said. It didn't matter what any of them said. He had no choice in the matter, he was going to sign them all regardless. With tears running down his cheeks, David Markell steadied his hand as much as possible and began to literally sign his inventions, his company and his life away to Ms. Devilla Roche.
 
After the three documents were signed, Devilla smiled from ear to ear. She then had Davids’s arm restrapped to the wheelchair and his head and neck unstrapped. Then she got up, made her way around the metal desk and stood in front of the man, who seemed so frail and impotent, and raised his head by his chin with her leather gloved hand. The thick, soft fur of her coat bristled against the skin of his face, neck and shoulder.

Smiling down at him she said only these words in her lusciously sexy voice, “Don’t worry David, I’m going to take good care of you.”

Then she looked at Leticia and Morganna….
“Take David upstairs to his new quarters. Bathe him, feed him and then put him to bed.”

Devilla smiled down and grabbed David’s cheek with her gloved hand, again, her soft fur coat brushing against his skin. She then turned around, picked up all the signed papers and, with a click-clack of her heels was out of the freezer and was gone, for now.
 
The hench-ladies wheeled him up in the elevator and, after a short while, the car stopped. When the doors open, they rolled David out into a long corridor. Straight out of some classic novel, The Lace Mansion’s second floor corridor was appropriately styled in a gilded fashion. With its deep, coffered ceiling and mahogany wooden panels on the walls, it exuded old wealth and aristocracy. With bold, Asian carpeting along the floor and original artwork on the walls, the mansion was already fascination. Well appointed with crystal chandeliers, small tables, sofas, and chairs, the corridor was a room unto itself. Doors spanned periodically on both sides for as far as the eye can see. If on purpose, there were no windows at all, so no natural light filled the sumptuous hallway. David had no idea that it was one o’clock in the afternoon, but soon the drug that was designed to keep him up all night would wear off.

After taking a right out of the elevator, David was brought down to the end of the corridor to a separate ‘wing’ of the mansion. There were more doors and at the very end was a larger door. At the second to last door on the left, Leticia pulled up the out a key from behind the wheelchair and unlocked the door simply marked with the letters ‘MQ” on it.

After the door was opened, David was wheeled in. The room was, in a word, ‘very pink’.

Wall to wall to ceiling, was a light pink. There was a dresser that was a hot pink color and the full sized bed was light pink and white. The duvet was thick and made out of a fox fur, but was dyed to look like a very illustrious and vibrant pink. The same could be said of the pillows, headboard and footboard, all covered in that same pink fur. There was several ‘pink’ colored doors in the room. Eerily and reminiscent of the corridors that he'd just been in, there were no windows in the bedroom.

Morganna put the brake on David’s wheelchair and said, “Leticia and I will be right back, we need to get changed.”

What was logically his new room, the hench-ladies closed the door and locked it shut. ~CLICK!!~
 
As David finished signing his name on the last line of the last document he felt a sense of defeat so overwhelming it was nearly unbearable. It was only made worse when Devilla stood before him and tilted his head upward, giving him no choice but to gaze up at this gorgeous woman who had just taken everything from him. All the more embarrassing to him was how even at that moment, after everything she had done to him, David could not help but feel a sense of unwanted arousal by everything about this woman.

“Take David upstairs to his new quarters. Bathe him, feed him and then put him to bed.”

What?? Yes, he was admittedly a small, slight man but still.... he was a grown man perfectly capable of taking care of himself. David felt his face blush, partly in anger because of how they were treating him with no more respect than they might a stray puppy who wandered in to the mansion by accident. What bothered him more though was the humiliation he felt from knowing they could treat him however they pleased and he had absolutely no way to stop them from doing so. His embarrassment was written all over his face as he slumped back against the bonds, resigning himself to his new reality.

His eyes took in the surroundings of the second floor with a sense of awe. The rich, plush, exquisite decor could not have been more disparately opposite from the dark, ominous, medieval tones of the dungeon from where he had just been. As his restrained body was pushed down the ornate corridor David made a mental note to himself that no matter what was asked of him, he needed to comply. Clearly, wherever he was now seemed highly preferable to the cruel, dark dungeon and he had no desire to ever return there again.

David noticed the 'MQ' markings on the door that they led him through. He paused in thought for a moment then realized Devilla no doubt had been planning this for a while and was quite certain she would indeed succeed in making him a long-term guest. After all, why would she have already designated this room as "Markell's Quarters"?

Once inside David found himself engulfed in a sea of pink. No matter where he looked. No matter what he looked at. Pink. Pink. Pink. Soft, pale pinks. Bright, bold pinks. And every imaginable shade of pink in between. His eyes squinted slightly as he turned his head from side to side taking in the overwhelming blast of pink. He was confused as to why in a mansion such as this which no doubt had numerous rooms would she have chosen this room for him?? Maybe, after a day or two, he could ask Devilla about moving him to a different room?

For as long as he could remember pink had been by far his least favorite color. He wasn't sure why. Maybe, it was a subconcious after effect from when he was a young boy and was so much smaller than the other boys that he was often made fun of, told that he should go play with the girls instead. For whatever reason though, David had never wanted anything to do with that color but now ironically found himself immersed in it.

What was even odder to him though was that after his first instinctive negative reaction to the pink David sensed his mind taking a completely unexpected turn on him. After Leticia and Morganna left him alone and bound in his chair his eyes continued to scan the room. Strangely enough, he sensed himself beginning to respond differently to the pink. Maybe Devilla had found tints and shades he'd never seen before? As he took in the assortment of pinks David began to think to himself..... maybe these aren't quite so bad? Oddly, not only did he find himself not hating the colors like he normally would, a few of the shades he found himself actually liking.

So strange.

Oh well, he would probably still consider asking Devilla to consider moving him to a new room in a day or too. Maybe. Or, maybe this room might work out for him after all.
 
About ten minutes later, Morganna and Leticia returned. The cylinder in the lock turned and with another click, the door opened.

Standing before David, gone was all that leather and latex and it was replaced by a bore subdued, lulling, yet very sexy material - that of lace! Both hench-ladies wore collars made of lace, fringed and easy on the eye, as was the the see-thru lace baby-dolls they were wearing. There large bosoms and long cocks stared David right in the face, but somehow the two women were as beautiful and tempting to look at as ever before. They both wore four inch heeled Marabou slippers. Morganna’s outfit was peach colored, while Leticia’s was lavender in color. Both of their long head of hair were up in a loose bun and their faces were made up. Leticia wore red lipstick, while Morganna’s lips were painted a shimmering pink.
Their demeanor had changed from their time with him in the dungeon. Now their tone was loving, even maternal in nature. They went ahead and started to undo his bindings, lifted him out of the wheelchair, and then held him like a mother would a child escorting David to the adjacent bathroom.

With a loving tone Morganna said, “Davey, it’s time for you to take your bath.”

The bathroom, was quite the opposite of the bedroom. Colored white as one would expect, there was a toilet, a sink, and a bathtub. Additionally, there was a bidet and everything was appointed with a modern and sleek design, the polar opposite of the corridor of the second floor of the mansion.

Leticia turned on the metal faucets in the tub and began to draw his bath. She found some pink bubble bath and let it flow liberally into the water. Bubbles began to form quickly from a few to the thousands. Five minutes later, a thick white foam was cast over every square inch of bath water.

One leg at a time, Morganna helped David into the tub. She helped lower him and helped make him nice and comfortable. Grabbing a pillow from a small linen closet in the bathroom, she placed the memory foam pillow, which was wrapped in a white velvet, behind his head and said the following, "Are you comfy Davey?"
 
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