Synopsis: The story about Fritz and his out of the ordinary jobs.

Author: JensenDenmark

Title: The smell


Bosnia July, 1995 – A fountain
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Boris approached a group of Dutch soldiers. He shortly greeted
Fritz - a sergeant he had been drinking with after the Dutch
general had surrendered without a single shot firing.

Ivan – his second in command just stood and looked at the five
youngsters, the Dutch should have protected. However, instead of
protecting them, it had been arranged that the Dutch would
separate men and woman from each other turning the male over to
Boris and his men. It was easier so. If Boris’s men should have
done the job, panic would have risen among the Muslims. Now,
still falsely believing that the UN-sanctioned Dutch would
protect them force, the civilians let themselves be divided in
small groups without protest.

“I am ready to take charge off the prisoners. I would recommend
that you remove your men before we ship them to their final
destination. Some of your men look innocent and there is no
reason to destroy their naïve understanding of the world. “

“I do not mind what their destiny will be. Seeing it would not
mean anything to me. But of course you are right. Some of my men
are quite new out here.” Fritz waived to his men so they would
return to their base.

Ivan commanded the youngster to go in front of him. When they had
walked for about 15 minutes, Boris took out his handgun. “Would
you like to be part of the fun?”

Fritz nodded. Born in a small town with the name of Nunspeet, he
should have taken over his father’s tulip nursery, but he did
poorly in school. He actually did not like gardening. The only
part about tulips at all was the smell of the flowers. He was so
good that he blindfolded could tell the different sorts apart.
Eventually he wanted to become a flavour expert, but his poor
academic performance stopped that. His younger sister made it. He
hated her for it. She left town after high school and he only met
her a few times after that.

Bitter and angry he joined the army and after some training, he
ended up in Bosnia as part of the Dutch peacekeeping force.
However, he did not feel much for the people, he was supposed to
protect. He had, like most of his senior colleagues, been used to
view the Russians as the enemy. He wanted to protect his home,
his country. Not some far, remote and irrelevant county and the
indifferent people living in it.

Ivan told the youngster that they have to wait for a truck to
pick them up. In order to prevent them from running, he would tie
them with their hands on their back. They became a little nervous
but Fritz assured them that it was all right and calmly they let
Ivan tie them. His Dutch uniform made them relax.

Ivan ordered the down on their knees. When they all were in
position, Boris went behind the first of them and shot the
youngster in his head. The other youngsters began to scream.
However, Boris was not distracted. As a machine he shot another
three before he stopped at the last surviving Muslim. “Should we
make a fountain?”

They all nodded.

“Let me try!” Fritz stepped forward.

Fritz moved behind the remaining captive. He positioned him head
just behind the youngster. Then he took a pause to enjoy the very
little enjoyment, he had down here in Bosnia. He took a deep
breath. Oh – he could smell the fear. The mixed smell of sweat
running down the youngster’s body combined with the pee he had
left in his pants. It was so good. This was what he lived for:
Smelling new flavours.

“When are you going to finish him? We have not all day.”

“Just a minute: I also want something from this experience.”

Fritz took out his knife. His next move must be precise or they
would be cheated for the sight of the fountain.

“SCREAM. Scream at loud as you can!”

But the youngster was in shock. Fritz reached out and took his
knife and made a cut at the youngsters genital. It made him
scream out. It was exactly the reaction, Fritz wanted. Quickly he
sliced the youngster throat and they all got the result they
wanted. Blood stood out from the youngster with a gurgling sound
as a fountain.

“Nice work. We have to go now. Do not mind the bodies. I would
send some men over and burry them.” Ivan and Boris left the scene
joking and laughing. This safety area had been so easy to
capture. Ivan mentioned Tuzla and Boris’s eyes showed the fear at
once. When attacked a year ago the Danish troops had engaged in
what the Danish called operation “Hooligan Bashing”. In just one
day they had lost about 150 men without the Danish side losing
just one. It could have changed the course of the war if the
public had known the true number of casualties. They had to bury
their men in secret.

It took almost a minute before the body of the youngster tipped
over. Fritz maintained his position just behind him until that
moment. This was also a kind of enjoyment. He could smell the
blood. It had been quite an experience. He almost got a hard-on.

When he had cleaned his knife, he stood for a moment shaking his
head “Stupid people, stupid county” and left.


Sarajevo August, 5 1995 – A hunter becomes prey
===============================================

Ivan sat in an apartment with his sniper riffle. He had been
drinking all weekend and had a headache. It would be nice with
some simple targets before the column of truck from the relief
agency did pass. He looked carefully down on the street and saw
an elderly woman. She would have to do. He slowly positioned
himself and aimed.

Just as he was ready to take hit shot, out of the corner of his
eyes, he saw something blinking at a rooftop of a building
nearby. He stopped and looked up. Then he felt himself being
thrown across the room. For a moment, he was caught in surprise.
He had been hit in his arm. It hurt a lot. Just as he was going
to turn his head in order to inspect the damages he saw his arm
lying on the floor a meter from him.

They had shot his arm off!

Slowly he tried to stand up on his feet. It was the last thing,
he remembered.

---

“Good shoot.”

Jensen was excited. It was the first time he had shot and hit
another human being. Normally he only hunted ducks and deer but
he had been approached by a former Danish officer, who had
offered him a one-in-a-lifetime chance to hunt the most,
difficult and intelligent animal to kill: Another human. It would
cost him, but Jensen did not care.

He had paid the amount and had been flown to Bosnia with false
papers. Another Danish officer had driven him into Sarajevo and
had shown him up on the rooftop where he had been handed the
riffle. Even the target had been pointed out to him. He just had
to aim and push the trigger.

First he was nervous because they were out in the open. But asked
why, they did not hide in an apartment; the Danish officer said
that the riffle was a powerful Barret MK II. It could kill a man
from a distance of 800 meters without problems, but when fired
inside a building it would cause the ceiling to fall down on the
shooter.

When he was ready to shoot, the officer moved away saying that a
safety distance of 5 meters had to be observed. Jensen’s first
shoot did not kill the sniper and he was both excited and a
little bit scared. Would the sniper fire back on him? Then for
some inexplicable reason the Serb sniper did make the mistake to
stand up, which made it possible for Jensen to have a second
shot. It made the snipers head smash like a tomato. Jensen could
claim his kill.

For a moment, he was almost on his way to stand up and dance out
of enjoyment, but then he remembered where he was. When he moved
he also discovered that he had nosebleed and his arm hurt. “What
the fuck?”

“Hurry! We have to move fast. You were not hit. It is only the
recoil.”

Jensen took the riffle and ran down to their car with the
officer.


Sarajevo August, 6 1995 – Good bye to a dear friend
===================================================

“Oh - My dear friend -Those bastards”. Boris was in rage. On the
stretcher lay his long-time friend Ivan or what remained of him.
Most part of his head and some parts of his upper parts were
missing like a shell had struck him. Ivan did not know who was
responsible. He left the room accepting that he needed to get his
anger under control or he could end up dead if he in a
hot-tempered mood attracted some opponents, so he went to his new
studio.

He could always whip the life out of some random peasant girl.


Sarajevo August 1, 1995 - The studio
====================================

Shortly after the events in July, he, together with Ivan met with
Fritz a last time before Fritz had to return home to Holland.
There was no demand for Dutch troops after their failure to
protect their safe area, so Fritz would be stationed home just
killing his time with one exercise after another.

As Fritz would have much spare time, he asked if they could set
up a business together. Boris and Ivan should make the product
and Fritz should distribute it across Europe. Their business was
the making of snuff movies. It was an obvious choice because
there were plenty of “actors” to choose among.

Together they build the studio outside Sarajevo in a barn.
Present at the making of the first movie was beside the three of
them, Günter – a former mercenary – that had helped Ivan from
time to time and 5 young Bosnian woman.


Take 1: Electrical tit-torture
------------------------------

The young woman was dragged in the studio. Günter and Fritz –
both hooded - tore her clothes of leaving her naked. They took
her to some leather cuffs hanging down from the ceiling and
hoisted her leaving her feet just a few inches above the ground.
Fritz stopped for a moment smelling her fear. He put his head
under arm and inhaled her smell. Oh – it was so good.

Günter came with some wired clamps. She cried out when he applied
them on her tits. Günter took the control box and activated it.
It was their first movie and at once her body cramped and smoke
started to rise from her tits. “Damn – the voltage is too high.”
Günter stopped at once, but the damage had already been done. The
girl had passed out and hang limp in her restraints. They lowered
her and took her to their custom-made oak chair where they cuffed
her.

Then they repeated the process with the next girl. When Günter
activated the power the girl began to scream and she pissed
herself. For some minutes they shocked her and watched her squirm
and then let her doze off for a minute or two before applying the
next shock. Then they paused before they applied a clamp at her
clit and inserted a wired metal butt plug.


Take 2: Electrical all over.
----------------------------

Ivan took a bottle of water and threw it at the poor woman. She
woke and Günter applied the power in her lower region. Fritz had
newer heard such a scream from a human as she stiffened as result
of the electrical power. They kept the power on for almost a
minute with the woman twisting and shaking. When they turned the
power off, Fritz went over to the woman to check whether she had
died. She was still alive barely breathing. Fritz took a deep
breath. The mixture of her sweat, piss and burnt flesh was new to
him.

He put his gloves on and took the plug out. A stream of faeces
ran down on the floor. She had lost totally control of her body
functions.

He looked at her face. She woke and stared with empty eyes at the
crew. Fritz probed her cunt and found it quite wet. He then
inserted a large metal dildo and went back to his fried. “Start
and increase the power a little every 15 seconds until she is
dead.”

Günter activated the control and once again she let out a cry and
began to shake. Soon the smell of burnt flesh filled the room and
smoke was seen rising from the woman’s clit. Her body trembled
for the last time and they turned the current off and waited for
her body to cool down before Günter checked her and pronounced
her dead.


Take 3: Slow hanging
--------------------

The first girl had slowly regained consciousness and began to
groan in the chair.

Fritz came up with an idea.

“What about hanging her instead of grilling her? It could also be
fun.”

“Good idea. I would make the necessary preparations.”

When they were ready Fritz threw a bucket of water on the girl in
order to wake her completely. She began to cry out and Fritz took
a gag-ball and inserted it in her mouth. They released her from
the chair a dragged her to the execution spot. In order for her
to have the right posture Fritz put an arm-binder on her. It was
very tight and forced her breast up. Tears were pouring down her
cheeks but Fritz continued his work.  He gave her a leather belt
on. Beside a belt that went round her waist, it had also a strap
going between her legs. Fritz took a butt-plug out of steel and
lubricated it before he pushed it inside her. It made her attempt
to cry out but the gag prevented it.

Finally he forced a steel dildo in her vagina before he tightened
the belt. Fritz connected a D-ring at the end of the arm binder
to a similar D-ring in the belt forcing her to stand up strait.
Günter attached wires to both the plug and the dildo, which he
connected to his control panel. At the end Ivan came into the
studio with a wine barrel.

Together they supported her to stand on the barrel and put a
noose around her neck. Ivan hoisted the rope so she stood on her
tiptoes on the barrel.

“OK here is the game. If you succeed in standing on the barrel
for 5 minutes without making it rolling away from your, we will
let you go. If not and the barrel rolls away from your feet, you
will hang and strangle.”

They moved away and Ivan said “Action.”

The poor girl did the best to maintain balance. They could see
sweat coming from her forehead. It ran in her eyes, which were
very irritating for her. Fritz took a feather and went over to
her and touched her breast causing her to work hard to maintain
balance.

Fritz was doing his best to make her fall, but she was very
concentrated and managed to keep her balance. Four minutes had
passed. Only one minute to go and the girl would be free to walk.
Then Günter activated his ace – control panel. He applied an
electrical shock to the butt plug causing her to jump. By pure
luck she managed to land on the barrel. “She is going to get
difficult,” he thought.

“Plleee!!!” She tried to plead for her life, but the gag made her
message unintelligible.

But when he applied a shock to the dildo, she lost balance. Her
eyes opened wide with horror and she started twisting around with
a gurgling sound. Her legs went I direction of the barrel just it
was out reached and rolled further away from her. Then she began
to make her final dance. Her legs went wild and at the same time
a purple colour began to show in her face.

With a painful look in her face her pace began to slow down. When
she was almost unconscious, she peed on the floor. In the end
only a quivering were seen at her body.

During the entire take Boris had sat in the corner smoking a
cigar. When it was clear that there were no life left in the
girl, Boris went over and put out his cigar on her bare skin with
hissed sound just because he wanted to be 100 percent certain
that she was a goner. Fritz also came over. He just had to smell
the flavour of the burnt flesh.


Dinner and relaxation
---------------------

“It was hard work. I never thought it would be so hard to make a
movie. Let’s have some lunch!”

They all sat down and dined. “What about the other girls?”

“What you don’t achieve today, you do tomorrow!”

“I have to report to my station tomorrow and I do not know when I
am send back home.” Fritz was worried. His time in Bosnia had
been so rewarding. He had developed as a person. No one would
ever trust Dutch soldiers to guard anyone in the future after
Srebrenica. The prospect of spending the rest of his life back
home in barracks, was not the kind of future he wanted for him
self.

After dinner Fritz put a collar on one the girls and took her up
to his bedroom. He connected the leash on the collar to the bed
frame and commanded her to give him some massage and she did.

“Could you not spare my life? I would serve you forever.”

“Are you sure? You don’t know anything about my demands. I can be
very demanding.”

“I would do anything.”

“Anything??”

“Anything!!”

Fritz looked the girl over. Just under 6” feet. Trim body. Dark
hair. She could be something to work with.

“Let’s sleep together. Then I would decide.”

They went into bed. First she let her tongue lick his scrotum;
then she continued by giving him a blowjob. He thanked her and
cuffed her hands at her back, so she would not escape and went to
sleep.

During the night he woke by her licking his member. He released
her and took from behind. When he came, he thanked her and cuffed
her once more. He had made his mind up. She would be nice to have
around at the farm. He knew his day in the army was numbered. He
had to move on in life.


Sarajevo August 2, 1995 – New staff at the farm
===============================================

In the morning he looked at the beautiful girl next to him. She
would do nicely back in the Netherland. Some months before, he
had received bad news from his mother. His father had been ill
for some time and had passed away. Even though, he had not
visited them a lot, he knew that he had to take over the
tulip-farm, because the market for farm like his parents was not
good. He hated gardening, but with a little bit of help, it could
be bearable.

When she woke, he asked her “What is your name?”

“Lisa!”

“Do you have family?”

“I don’t know what happen to most of my family, but my two
twin-sisters are still in the basement. We were five girls from
our villages until last evening, when you took two of us. What
happened to them? I heard them screaming.”

“I would not lie to you. They were used as sex toys. I do not
know where they now.” Of course, he knew. But if he did not tell
the truth, she would be more manageable. His greatest problem
would be convincing his mates.

Still cuffed, he left her at the bed and went to Boris and
explained his situation. “You can just capture some new ones. I
feel that I can make good use of her and her sisters back at the
farm. You have to take into consideration that we cannot
duplicate the master-tape here and just ship videos out over the
world. This country is still under U.N. Embargo. If I set up the
duplication process in the Netherland, it is just the
master-tapes, we have to smuggle out of Bosnia. By doing so, I
would need people, which cannot tell the police anything. If take
these girls with me and provide them with a false identity, they
could not go to the police, because they would be sent back to
here without a future. The Dutch authorities are very strict
about these things. Whatever their destiny would be, they would
be sent out of the Netherlands.”

“I would think about it.” Boris sat for a while. Then he
pronounced: “It is OK. But you have to kill them, it something
goes wrong down here. I would no leave any witnesses. Can you
manage this?”

“Is my name Fritz?” They had an agreement.


Nunspeet August 15, 1995 – A plant is set up.
=============================================

Upon arrival in the Netherland, Fritz did not waste time. He
handed his resignation also as soon his feet touched the ground.
None thought it was strange. The massacre was very shamefaced for
the Netherland as a country. It would be a dark spot in the
country’s history books.

His mother moved from the farm and a week later a truck came by
driven by Günter. The three girls were cuffed and gagged in the
trunk. They were very thirsty. Ann and her two sisters Betty and
Julia were locked in a storeroom where he had installed water, a
toilet and kitchen facilities. They have to eat and sleep in
there naked.

After the girl had been locked away, Günter told him about the
death of Ivan. Fritz was very sad but knew that it was an
occupational hazard. They decided to go into town and buy some
food and wine so they could have a formal dinner in the memory of
their deer friend.

Back at the farm, they ordered Ann out and prepare the meal for
them. Ann had some knowledge about work in the kitchen because
she had helped her mother back home, so the steak was not so bad.

“You are lucky to have such a good staff. They just have to be
broken in. Are you sure that you are the man for it.”

“Well, the twins are only 15, so properly would spare them for
later. But Ann would be at my service at all times, when I choose
so. Just to be to the safe side, I would buy two chastity belts
for the twins, so they would be mine, when Ann is worn out.”

The next morning Günter left for Bosnia and in a couple of weeks
a daily routine appeared.

Ann would sleep in his bed most of the nights wearing a collar.
Whenever he couldn’t sleep, he took her and every morning during
the winter, she had to drink his morning urine if he did not feel
like leaving the bed early. Most of the days, he finally left his
bed about 9 a.m.

After Ann was fitted with cuffs at her feet and wrist, which were
connected chains she would start making breakfast. Then he went
out to the storeroom, where the twins slept. He handed them some
panties and boiler suits and cuffed them like Ann.

Together they ate and while Ann remained in the house, the two
twins had to work at the farm and in the small plant in the
basement, where he edited the raw film sent to him from Bosnia.
Once finished editing, the sisters handled the duplication
machinery and made copies and packed them to shops all over
Europe.

The sisters also had to work around the farm. Most of the days,
they ended up in the kitchen about 8 p.m. where they had dinner.
When they were finished, the twins were ordered out to the
storeroom and told to undress, before he locked them up. Ann
would be tied to his bed and they would start over the next day.

Two weeks after their arrival, Fritz suddenly realized that they
newer spoke. He went to Ann and asked her why they were dump.

“When the soldiers entered our home, our parents were shot and we
were all gang-banged in every hole, we have. Then even forced us
to clean their dicks with our mouth after they had satisfied
themselves in our end.  My sisters were only 14 years at that
time, and they stopped to talk on that very day.”

Fritz was not exactly surprise and in a way it did not worsen his
situation. If by accident, some passer-by would try to talk to
them, they would not be able to sneak.


Mount Vis September 10, 1995 – Red wine and Boris’s demise
==========================================================

In a bunker on the side of the mountain, Boris and his men were
about to drink a toast for their next attack. Since the
unfortunate death of Ivan, Boris wanted to revenge his death. So
he joined his men at the end of august in order to attach the
Danish safe zone at Tuzla. They had used mortars at several
attacks. In a single attack they were able to kill 37 people. But
some U.N. public officer far away from Bosnia controlled the
Danes, so the Danes could not strike back.

One of his men came with a bottle of red wine. “I could not find
any champagne, so we have to settle with these bottles. However,
the owner told me himself that it is a good quality just before I
shot him.”

“OK, that is fine. Bring in the men and we should toast on the
death of our enemies.”

His men came into the bunker and they all toasted for their good
fortune in the upcoming battle.

Boris heard some gunfire and went over to look out of the gun
skit. It was just some machineguns down in the valley. Just as he
held his glass up to in order to drink from it, he discover
something trough the glass.

He held his glass up in the front of his eyes. It was some ray of
light coming from a hill nearby. “What is that?” Then he heard an
airplane and realized.

“LEAVE THE BUNKER NOW! GO-GO-GO!!”

His men looked at him like he was crazy.

“They have locked a laser target marker on this bunker. We would
die if we don’t run now.”

Panicked, they all ran for the exit, but it was small and only
one man could pass at the time. Only two of the soldiers managed
to leave the bunker before the first Harrier dropped its bombs.
Boris died at once together with most of his men.

One of the escaping soldiers managed to fire a missile against
the second Harrier, but it did not hit. He was killed off when
the third plane - a F16 – fired its missiles against his
position.

Across the valley, a Danish officer was very satisfied. Very
different planes from various countries had wiped the entire top
of the mountain out. Operation “Sugarbowl” was a success.


Nunspeet October 4, 1995 – Depression and the Stockholm syndrome
================================================================

Fritz was sitting at his table in the kitchen. 10 empty beer cans
were lying at the floor.

“Damn! It is not fair. What shall be of me? It can not be true.”

He had been expecting a new movie from Boris and Günter, but
instead of some videotape, he had received a letter from Günter
telling him about the death of Boris. Boris had been his mate
almost since his first day in Bosnia. It was Boris that should
arrange for the recording of the snuff movies. He should take
prisoners among the girls and use them in the movies. Now he was
dead and as if it was not bad enough everyone talked about peace
in Bosnia.

Günter couldn’t continue alone and it was not his intention
according to the letter. He had already left Bosnia in order to
seek new adventure another place on the planet.

It was a catastrophe for Fritz. The duplication equipment had set
him thousand of dollars back. The first movie had sold well, but
without new movies in the future it very limited how many
videotapes there was demand for. He could lose his farm

For days he sat and drank one beer after another. He had lost
interest in Ann and the twins. But even if he had left her and
her sisters going around without chains they did not try to
escape. Finally one evening, when he lay in his bed drunk and
dirty with puke down his shirt and wet trousers after having
wetted himself, they all three came in.

They lifted out of his bed and dragged him to a prepared bath,
where they washed him while his was half-unconscious and shaved
him too. After bathing him, they dried him and dragged him to the
kitchen where they served him one cup of black coffee after
another.

When he finally was himself, he was a little surprised by their
act. “Why did you help me? Why didn’t you run away?”

“Where should I go? Our family is properly gone? Our house was
destroyed and even though you have cuffed us, you have not
whipped us or raped us. You have been nice to us. We do not want
to leave.”

It was a light in the ocean for Fritz. Now he could avoid
fulfilling his promise to Boris about killing the girls when the
operation stopped. Not that is matters. The only persons, who
could be hurt if they went to the police was Günter and himself.
Everybody else was dead.

So things changed around the farm. He managed to sell the
duplication equipment and they just turned all their activities
into cultivate new kinds of tulips. The money situation was
tight, but for some time, they could exist until Fritz would come
on to another source of income. Ann still shared bed with Fritz,
but she was no longer cuffed and collared. The twin also moved
from the storeroom to the house and they were hard workers in
their silenced way.


Amsterdam March 2001 – Fritz’s new work.
========================================

It has been some years since we visited the farm. What have
happen since?

Ann learned Dutch and it turned out that she had a talent for
accounting. So she ran the books at the farm. They were still low
on cash. After some years, it was clear that the farm needed more
income so Fritz had to get a job.

There were not many jobs for a former soldier, but one day he
received a letter from Günter. He had opened a boarding school
for American teenagers and he needed help. Günter was so sure
that Fritz would help him that he even had send a plane ticket
along for Jamaica. Ann said that she could manage the farm for
some months and Fritz left the next week.

Fritz flew to Miami and from there to Kingston, where Günter
greeted him. While they drove to the school, Fritz asked what
kind of school, it was.

“It is a school for troubled teenagers. When the war was over, I
needed to lie low for some time and Joe had a house here, where I
could spend some time.”

“Across the some Mormons had created a similar boarding school
and I bribed one of the local so-called qualified staff-members
and found out that the students were treated even worse than our
victims back in Bosnia.”

“They use some kind of grade level system and for the students
count that even the right to raise once look from the floor and
look a teacher in the eyes is something that the student had to
earn. Most of the students lie on the floor on their stomach for
all day for weeks – sometime even months. Their food was
uneatable, there were maggots in it, and the water was certainly
not clean.”

Fritz was shocked. “That’s sound horrible.”

“Yes, but the best part is that the parents don’t care. They pay
up from 25.000 to 40.000 $ per year just to get rid of their own
kids for up to 5 years.”

Fritz dropped his jaw “What kind of parents are we talking of?”

“As we have discovered, it is just ordinary middleclass American
people in a double income society. It is not like they come from
a special part of the states. The Mormons does only have one
problem. That is that they trick some of the more naïve parents
into the illusion that their kids are educated.”

“Is it not a school?”

“Yes, but they have created a scam association in Idaho that
accredits the diplomas. There is no real education going on
there.”

“So you decided to go into the business?”

“Yes, and I have done a bad thing or two in my time. But cheat
parents and batter the children just for money is not my style.
In our school we give the children real education, so they are
able to go on in life.”

“But would the children not be better of going to school at
home?”

“Yes, they would. But their parents have so many things of their
own going on in life, so they have no surplus so they can
understand the modern world, their children live in. They just
want to escape from their responsibility and all the worries
having a teenager in their home could create.”

“You called it a boarding school for troubled teens. Don’t they
have some special problems like drugs, alcohol or unprotected
sex?”

“Yes, about 25 percent has problems with drugs. The rest of them
have acted out like normal teenagers. We have been teenagers
ourselves and don’t you remember how it was?”

“I had my share of booze and women.”

“As I see it we are doing those parents a favour. We would see to
that that the teenagers don’t get tempted by drugs, alcohol and
the other sex. We will protect them from all the temptations
normal teenagers are up against. We offer them a structured
environment where they can focus on their studies and work with
themselves towards adulthood. And when they are either 18 or 21,
they would be ready to go on to college.”

“How do you prevent them from doing normal things and what is my
job?”

“You will soon discover what kind of precautions, we have taken
and your future job is being a teen escort.”

“What does that job consist of?”

“Going to the teens home and bring them to the school. It sounds
simple and it sometime is. But some time the children are not
informed by their parents that they are going to attend school
here and means use of force. There is the school.”


Black River, Jamaica September 2001 – The boarding school.
==========================================================

When they came to the gates of the school, Günter greeted a guard
so he could open the gate. A wall, which was eight feet tall,
surrounded the campus and the only exit besides the gate was the
ocean.

When car was parked in a secured garage, they got out in the
yard. Then it was that Fritz saw a student and the sight was with
an easy word bizarre.

The student had a corset looking outfit on that reached down just
above his knees. He was barefooted and had leg-irons on. Around
his waist he had a leather belt with chains going to some cuffs
on his wrist.

It was only as they approached the students, that Fritz saw that
the student was – a boy.

“Why do you have a boy wearing a corset?”

“Because the corset causes their lungs to be compressed, so they
can’t run very fast. Look at the neck part. It is very rigid so
they also have to keep their posture straight.”

“Is corset mandatory for all students?”

“Yes. That is the only type of force used here to maintain
discipline. New students are put in a discipline corset and
restrained, when they arrived. In fact, we have a new student
waiting in a holding cell. You can take part in fitting her in
her new school uniform. Meet me at the lacing room. Just follow
the signs.”

Fritz placed his luggage in his room and went to a lacing room.
In the room a 15-year-old clearly angry girl was hanging naked in
her suspension cuffs and she was stretched out because her feet
were bound in similar leather cuffs.

“Let me loose. I will tell my parents. They will sue you for all
you got. This is not fair!”

Günter replied “What a temper. I have to introduce myself. I am
the head master here at Meditation Inlet where you are going to
study until you are 18. It is a school of your parent’s choice.
They know that this is a school with a Victorian age theme where
purity is in seat of honour. Your parents told me you has been
with boy and have participated in drinking alcohol. So in order
to save you from going down the toilet, they have placed you
here. Accept it sooner than later.”

“Oh my god - It can not be true. They couldn’t.”

“Yes they have. You have to earn their trust again by studying
hard and learn how to obey house rules. If you do well, perhaps
you will go back before you are 18. But for now, you are going to
be put in your uniform.”

Günter took out some stiff canvas. “You will be wearing this.”

“What is that? Are you sick? I am not going to wear something
from a horror movie.”

“That is not for you to decide. It would improve your
stooped-over posture and make you behave like a lady. Give me a
hand, Fritz!”

They started to lace the corset. The girl cried and yielded but
eventually she lost her air and when the corset was almost
entirely laced she could only manage to produce small grunts when
they tugged at the laces. Once finished they lowered her to the
ground and when her feet were on the ground Günter buckled the
shoulder straps on the corset in place causing her shoulder to be
pulled back. It seemed that it was somehow a little painful as
she made a wry face.

“Now for the waist belt: We buckle it on their back and place
their wrist in leather cuffs which is chained to the waist belt.
Their feet are also placed in cuffs with a 20 centimetres chain
between them so they can walk but not run. We have promised their
parents that sex must not take place the corset has a thick
leather flap going between their legs, just in case so they can
not abuse themselves when we are not watching.”

The girl almost stumbled when he took the flap and pulled it
between her legs and fastened it on the back of the corset. The
girl was now broken and just looking down in the ground.

“And now to the difference between our boarding school and the
Mormon nightmare across the bay: Our students shall keep their
heads up.”

He took out a strange thing. It was a neck corset made of
leather. He laced it on the girl, which forced her head up. She
looked straight but Fritz could see in her eyes that her spirit
was gone. They had created something looking like a human but
acting like a robot. Günter called a guard.

“Take her to her room. Remember to put gloves on her so she
doesn’t tamper with her laces during the night.”

Günter and Fritz went back to his office where they ate dinner
before Fritz went back to his room in order to sleep.


Black River, Jamaica September 2001 – A typically school day
============================================================

The morning at about 6 a.m. he woke and ate some breakfast in the
kitchen. 30 minutes later he helped the staff getting the
students up.

The students had to be helped to the toilet because the strap
prevented them from using the toilet on their own. When he asked
one of the staff what would have happen if the students needed to
go to the toilet often, the reply was: “They have to plan ahead
or use a diaper.”

The student had 30 minutes to eat breakfast. The breakfast
consisted of soup. Fritz tasted it and it was good. “Why are they
having soup for breakfast?”

“Most of the teenagers needs to loose weight in order to achieve
an attractive body. In fact all their meals are soup. It contains
fresh vegetable and the finest meat we can buy here. No maggots
here.”

Oddly there were about 300 students in the dinning hall and no
one spoke. They seemed very concentrated.

“Don’t you have trouble makers from time to time?”

“Yes and we have some special discipline corsets with an
electrical unit built in it. Those students would receive a shock
of two second, which would send them to the ground. We also use
isolation hoods. But for most students being corseted is doing
the job.”

A clock sounded and the students went to their classes. “What
kind of stuff are they studying?”

“They study normal high school things. They have monitored
Internet access. We approve every site they want access to.
However, all email must be read by our staff before its leave
this facility. Our firewall prevents the use of web-mail and only
mails that it necessary for the studies and a single email every
week to the parents are allowed. Not even email to other family
members is allowed unless the parents pass them on.”

They looked into a classroom. It did not look like an ordinary
classroom, more like an office with cubicles for every student.
Günter could see the question coming and he replied in advance.
“It is not a chat club. There is no reason for them to talk with
each other.”

Suddenly they heard some noise down the hall. One of the guards
dragged a boy out. When Günter asked what the problem was, the
guard explained that he could see that the student was sweating a
lot and noticed a small bulge at the leather flap between the
legs. It was clear that the student had become aroused for some
reason, and he needed to get a relief.

Günter helped the guard and they dragged the boy down to a male
relief room. Inside there was a special contraption. It was a
massage bed with a hole to the head of the student, but also with
a second hole just where the genitals would be when the students
were placed on the bed on his stomach.

The boy was placed on the bed and the leather strap between his
legs was removed. Several wide leather straps secured his body to
the bed and a last strap went over his head, so he was lying with
his face looking through the hole down on the floor.

When they removed the leather strap, they saw that they were
right. The boy was aroused and his penis was very stiff and
pre-cum was floating from it. The guard flipped the bed so the
boy was now placed vertical instead of horizontal.

The guard came with some small leather item. It was a ball
stretcher. “We are going to teach you that ejaculation is only
allowed Saturday morning. All other time you must maintain
self-control.

The guard put the ball stretcher on. It consisted of a leather
part with was wrapped about the base of the scrotum making the
ball being displayed very clearly and the tight scrotum was also
must purple. The boy groaned when the stretcher was tightened.
There were two other straps one went around the base of the penis
and another worked as a ball divider. The boy was in pain but his
ordeal increased as the guard attached a weight so his scrotum
was pulled down.

“No. Please stop. I can not take the pain.” He whined.

“Your parents were too tired of you abusing your self every day.
They had found leftovers from your semen all over your room. They
have sent you here so you can be content with jacking it off once
a week.”

“It hurts. Please. I would behave.”

“Do you promise to control you self until Saturday? Then we will
grant you relief and you will get off with 3 hours in an
isolation hood so you can your thoughts together.”

“I promise.”

The guard took an aneros and lubricated it before he inserted it
in the student’s rectum. Wearing a latex glove he also gave the
student a hand job. The boy began to tremble and he came with a
small cry. The guard continued to massage until the last drop was
milked.

Then they released the student from the bed and buckled the
leather flap back on. They took the student to a chair where they
secured him to the chair. The guard came with a leather helmet.
Once they had put it on the student’s head they laced it tight.
The only opening in the hood was for the nose.

“Now he can not hear us and he would stay here for 3 hours.”

“What is the longest a student has sat here?”

“20 x 8 hours with a 1 hour break so they can eat and drink. When
they are confined to the chair for such a long time, we wheel the
chair over a toilet and remove the leather strap so they can use
the toilet whenever they need. They even sleep in the chair.
Trust me, they behave in the future.”

They continued their walk around the campus. Between the palms
they saw a group of students that rested on sun lounges with
earplugs obvious hearing some music. “What are they doing?”

“That is level 4 students. They rest for two hours before they
continue to study. They are almost ready to leave. Opposite
students on the other levels they have no chores. It is not
actually music they hear. It is only the sounds of waves. We do
not allow any kind of music. According to our client – the
parents - music is the root of all evil and promotes intake of
alcohol and drugs.”

“For how long do they study every day?”

“10 hours every day at level 4. All the other levels study less.
However, they don’t waste the day. Students on level one or in
mistrust spend a half the with the isolation hood. The other
levels have chores enabling us to run this place in a proper
manner.”

About 6 p.m. the students ate dinner and went back for 3 hours of
study before it was time to sleep. Television was not allowed,
but during weekend the students were allowed to watch Disney and
Teletubbies movies. News was available on an intranet site, where
the staff selected what kind of news the students could read.


Oxnard, California December 2001 – Picking up Jack
==================================================

Fritz was in a company car with John – one of the staff members.

A worried mother had called Meditation Inlet because her
16-year-old son’s grade had dropped and he had begun to argue
with her. She had found out that he dated a girlfriend living at
a trailer park. It was not a girl from the social standard; the
son had grown up in. The mother did not want a son around that
could endanger her family from keeping up appearances.

It was about four a.m. in the morning, when their car pulled up
in the driveway of their client. The worried mother greeted them
silently and they sat down in her living room and spoke about
what was suppose to happen.

“Does he have some weapon up in his room?”

“No. We don’t have weapons in this house. I don’t know about his
trash girl friend. But I searched his room yesterday and he did
come home alone, so you should be safe.”

“Does he suspect you of doing this?”

“No. He is so in love with the tart that he has no eye for
anything else and that is the sole problem. He doesn’t care for
school either.”

“Did you read our manual?”

“Yes. I introduce you and leave the house until you have driven
off.”

“Shall we proceed then?”

“I just have one question. You don’t use maze or something like
that? One of my neighbours had a teen escort service using pepper
spray and it stuck in the wallpaper so she had to have a
paintjob.”

“No. We use a stun baton, but only when things get tough.”

“Oh. That is a relief. Let’s go then.”

They went to the child’s room where the mother woke the child.

“Jack. Waky.Waky.”

The very sleepy teenager woke up and starred in disbelief on the
two men in his room.

“Jack. These two gentlemen are here to take you to a boarding
school of my choice. I want the best for you and I want you to go
with them. Now I have to go to work. Bye. See you later.”

She kissed him on his forehead and left.

“Jack. Please stand up. We want you to understand that our job is
to take you to the school – not to argue whether you are going.
We are ready to use every force necessary so just undress and
place your hands on your back.”

The boy slowly did what he was told. When he was finished John
moved behind him. Very fast wrapped a leather piece around the
forearms on the boy and fastened leather straps to two leather
cuffs on the upper part of the arms. The boy was now unable to
use his arms. He started to protest when John pulled an isolation
hood over his head. Fritz joined in holding him still. John put a
diaper on the boy and each took the boy under his arms virtually
carrying to the car. They strapped him with a custom-made 4-point
seat belt and went to the airport where a private plane waited
for them.

Well arrived in Jamaica, they drove on to the school. Jack was
still in restraints and the transport version of the isolation
hood had a detachable mouthpiece so they could give Jack
something to drink and eat. Of course he had a lot of questions
but the policy was not to inform the students of their
destination before they were hooked up to the lacing bar.

Once on the school they unbuckled the restraint and placed cuffs
on his wrist and feet so they could hoist him in the lacing bar.
When his body was almost stretched entire out, he wailed from the
pain.

Jack removed the isolation hood and gave him the welcome speech.
When he showed him the uniformed him complained at once. “That is
girls wear. You can not have me wearing that.” He cried. Jack was
not a man of many words. He quickly wrapped the fabric around the
boy’s waist and began to tug. The boy yielded and tried to pull
the restraints, but the result was certain. Yields became groans
and the groans ended up in small grunts whenever Jack pulled the
laced. He placed his foot on the boy’s back and pulled the laced
to tight that they had to use smelling salt when Jack passed out
two or three times during the process.

Again it was a broken student they could lower to the floor.

When he was fully placed in restraints they took him to the room
with isolation hoods. He was placed in a chair on a 5 x 8 hour
isolation period, which was mandatory for reluctant students.

 “Another job well done.”


Black River, Jamaica may 2002 – Exit plan
=========================================

Fritz was worried. Paula was an 18-year-old girl, which had been
placed at the school for 8 months ago. Her parents had a divorce
and as a result of the broken up home their normally
overachieving daughter had begun to date boyfriend and having
sex.

So she was sent to Meditation Inlet, but her treatment was not
finished when she turned 18 and according to the law they could
not held her here if she did not want it herself. Paula entered
the office.

Fritz started: “You are here because I first of all want you to
congratulate you with your birthday and secondary because we are
going to offer you a voluntary treatment plan until you are 21.”

“Forget it. I want to go home. Put me on a plane and I am out of
here.”

“Of course. If it is what you want. However. Your parents would
not receive you. You will get 50 dollars, your passport and a
plane ticket to Miami. From there you can go where ever you
decide.”

“What. But I live in Monterey, California. How am I going to ride
home from Florida to California?”

“That is your problem. And I also have to inform you that your
parents would not pay for any further education if you decide to
leave this school now.”

“That is blackmail! Forget it. I am going anyway.”

“Fine. Leave the office. We will meet here so you can get some
clothes so you can travel.”

The next morning they stood in the office. Paula was naked and
she was noticeable weakened because her body was not used to go
without a corset.

Here are your clothes for your journey. If you remember how you
were brought here, you did not have a lot of clothes with you, so
I have convinced your parents to sponsor a suit out of pure
kindness.

“I can not travel like that. People would think that I am a
hooker.”

“That is the only clothes we are able to buy from our supplier at
the present time.”

“I just want to go, so I have no choice I guess.”

“Well. It is your choice. Here is the plane ticket and your
money. Dress into your clothes. I will send in a female guard to
help you with the corset.”

When he returned 10 minutes later, Paula was finished and stud in
her new clothes. She wore a red PVC corset and had net stockings
with 6-inch high heels. Besides that she only had a black PVC
jacket. She looked like a tart. No one would hire her looking
like that. She would be living in the streets or at a shelter for
the homeless. Fritz handed her a small handbag.

“Here this is for your plane ticket and money. You will also find
a calling card with a number you can call anytime, if you rethink
your decision. Before you go, I also have a phone call for you.”

He pushed a bottom on the phone and Paula heard a familiar voice.
It was her father.

“Hey! Pumpkin. I just want to bid farewell to my daughter before
I loose her. I know bye my heart that we won’t be seeing each
other any more. Your brother also has a word to say to you.”

Her brother was crying sounding as he was very convinced that his
sister now was about to die. Finally an obvious tear-wetted
mother said farewell to her once bellowed daughter. In his mind
Fritz send a grateful thought to the parent’s manual and some of
the courses the school held in the state. Paula was emotional
touched by the phone-call and Fritz knew that they had
successfully planted a little doubt in her mind.

Paula left the office with tears running down her chins. He saw
her taxi go off for the airport. How many days would it be before
she called in and wanted back?


Black River, Jamaica October 2002 – Delivery problem
====================================================

Fritz was summoned to Günter’s office where a very worried
manager greeted him.

“What is the problem?”

“We had a power failure yesterday and our uninterruptible power
supply did not work as intended. We lost our supplies of this
month semen.”

“I did not know that we kept semen. What purpose serves the semen
supply?”

“I have not told you about it. We are a subcontractor to one of
the largest sperm banks in the states. Of course no one knows
from where we get the semen. When a new student enters the
school, we test him for all kind of sickness. If the tests are
good, all the semen collected during the mandatory masturbation
session on Saturdays would be stored here and send to the states
every month.”

“And the school earns extra money!”

“Yes. The best of the all is that no one is hurt. Long-term
denial at males means a higher risk of prostate cancer, so it is
good for the boys. A lot of people up in the states can’t have a
baby of their own. Those people we help too. But of course it is
a secret because it could look wrong in the eyes of our customers
– the parents.”

“It is always nice to know that we help out with making this
world a better place to live. But how can we produce almost a
whole month production?”

“We have to milk the boys every day.”

“Would it not be unhealthy?”

“Not if we care extra for them regarding food intake, minerals
and vitamins.”

“Let’s go then!”

The first three boys were led into the “cow-stable”, as the
milking room was named and fastened on some gynaecology treatment
tables. Ones they had straps strapped around their body and their
feet were bound in the stirrups, a nurse carefully removed the
leather flap covering his genitals and teased his scrotum so the
penis became erect. It was never a problem with these kids.

Being the victim for long-term denial meant that they were so
sensitive towards every touch to those areas of their body. Also
the fact that most of them were hardly experienced in sexual
activities combined with the rather strange and bizarre
surroundings, contributed by making them being on their toes. The
sensation in their young bodies was for most of them a new
strange feeling they did not know how to handle.

As soon as the pre-cum was visible a special masturbator were
force on them. It was transparent so the staff could see when
they have milked the boy. In order to increase their senses an
isolation hood were pulled over their heads.

Now they were ready. The masturbators were started and it caused
a visible reaction by the boys. Their bodies tensed up and the
nurse checked the restraints. Of course there was no problem.
After a minute the first boy came and the nurse checked every
table helping a little with her hand.
The whole process had not taken more than 5 minutes and normally
the next step was to release the first set of boys and send in
the next team, but due to the shortage of semen, every team was
to be milked twice.

It was obvious that it was more difficult for the nurse to ensure
the erection the second time. She had to use a cock ring on two
of the boys. Once prepared, the process started over again. This
time sobbing sounds were heard from inside the hoods and the
nurse knew that she had to be careful when she massaged the
scrotums because they were tender.

The second batch was released from two of the boys but the last
one had difficulties. The nurse lubricated the prostate massager
and inserted it gently. She was very skilled and after 30 seconds
the last boy reached his climax.

The boys were cleaned and when the leather flap was in place,
they were released. They had to be supported and were visible
weakened. None of them dared to ask why they were milked twice.
As it the rules in Meditation Inlet stated talking to the staff
was only allowed when a student was addressed.

It took the rest of the afternoon to milk all the boys and during
the entire week every boy was milked twice.

At the end of the week most of the boys were so emotional worn
down, that they cried when the staff came to take them to the
“cow-stable”.

On Friday one of the boys panicked when he entered the
“cow-stable” and passed out. Nevertheless, they milked him while
he was unconscious.

Fritz was rolling the boy out on a stretcher while he was
conversing with the nurse.

“Are we close at the target?”

“Yes, we have reached the normal volume; we would normally
produce during a month.”

“What about tomorrow? We do milk them every Saturday.”

“I have talked with Günter and we have decided to give them this
week off. Milking is also a kind of security measure against the
students having sex if they should succeed in tampering with the
leather flap but now we have milked them twice for five days.
Their genitals are now so tender that they don’t want to do
anything with it for the next week. I don’t think that anyone of
them would even think of sex, so we skip the next milking
session.”


Black River, Jamaica May 2003 – Graduation
==========================================

It was a day of celebration at Meditation Inlet. 20 students were
ready to leave the school and all were busy.

Graduation was held in a secluded area at the campus. In order to
graduate the students had made it to level 4 before marts. Two
nights before the graduation the guards in the middle of the
night waked them and escorted them to the secluded area.

Speaking of graduation was strictly forbidden. It could distract
the attention of the students from the studies. Often the rest of
the students woke in the morning with an empty bed beside them.
Günter had put a lot of research into that subject when he
started the school and they had chosen this approach because they
would spare the students left behind for the emotional stress of
saying goodbyes to the graduates.

The next day they had to try on dresses. Because the school was
run with a Victorian theme the gowns the girl wore, were
replicates from that period. They were also issued corsets
without shoulder-straps, but their corsets were laced just a
tight as the old one.

The boys wore under-breast corset and a dress suit and on their
head they had a top hat on.

The most difficult task for the students was however to walk up
to podium where they would be given their exam papers. Both male
and females had a pair of locking high heels on. So besides
fitting gowns and dresses also walking practice took time
preventing the students from doing naughtiness throughout the
day. It was a matter of keeping them busy. The parents for the
majority of them were already on their way from all over the
states and Europe. It would be difficult to explain the parents
that their travel would be in vain.

In the evening they were strapped in their bed for the last time.
Tomorrow they would be welcomed back into a family – their own
family.

At six a.m. they were waked by the guard and began to prepare
themselves. All the morning went with bath, makeup and styling
the hair. Most of the girls had not worn make-up since they came
to school. Make-up was forbidden. The only hairstyle allowed for
the students male or female was rat-tales.

The boys got a well-needed haircut and for the first time in
month’s even years for some of them, they looked as young men
again.

When they were ready they were lead to the graduation hall where
they were placed in a chair where they were buckled to the chair
with cuffs to the armrest and a wide leather strap around their
waist.

A facemask, which covered their eyes and mouth, was also put on
them and earplugs were inserted, so they could not hear what was
going on.

Slowly the families entered the hall and took their seat. When
all were present Günter mounted the podium where he started the
ceremony by welcoming the families and made a speech about the
lack of values youth in the western world live by and how these
families should fell so lucky that they were able to save their
children from certain death.

When the speech was done, he called the family to the podium one
by one and when a student’s family was standing there the guards
freed the student and remove the earplugs and blindfold. First
they were a little confused by the assembly in the hall, but soon
the recognised their own family and there was a lot of tears and
hugging.
Every time a student came up to the podium the process was the
same. First the family hugged the student and welcomed him or her
back in their family. Then Günter asked the student to kneel on a
spanking bench. A guard lifted the gowns on the girls so their
underwear was visible. The boys just had to drop their trousers.

The father or mother was handed a cat-o-nine-tale and their task
was now to administer one blow corresponding to the student’s
age.

This part of the ceremony served two purposes.

• The kid was to enter the adult world and move on in life. Their
past had now been forgiven and they were about to re-enter a
normal family life. Sometime a kick is necessary to move forward
in life. The spanking represented a symbolic kick.

• No anger in the parents towards the kid must remain in the
parents. If they still held some grudge back their relationship
would be difficult to fix. They had to let bygones be bygones. By
spanking their kid they could get the anger out of their system.

Most of the student received about 16 to 21 blows. Of course – it
was a celebration after all - it was a light whip, so there was
no blood even if it seems that some of the parents had to blow
some steam off. In some cases some of the siblings were
encouraging their brother or sister during the whipping. Some of
the students were quietly sobbing at the end, but as soon as the
last blow had been administered, the family hugged and comforted
their child.

Günter then handed the exam paper to the student and wished good
luck in the future and the family with their new old member went
back to their seats.

When all students had been joined together with their family they
went to the dining hall where all joined in for a banquet. A
local band had been hired and for the students it was the first
music they had heard since they had sat their feet on the school
campus.

It was also the first time they had enjoyed alcohol, and as the
evening progressed the atmosphere became more and more merry. It
became very plain that alcoholism was a sickness that could be
inherited.

Bonds were formed between the families and it was past midnight
before hired busses collected the families with the former
students for a drive to the motel Günter owned further up the
coast, which parents normally used during visitation days. Günter
also used the motel to lure children of European clients to
Jamaica on a fake holiday because Teen Escort Services were
forbidden in Europe. But tonight the motel would be solely
reserved for the former students and their family. Tomorrow they
would go back to their homes in normal clothes.

Fritz sat in a chair with a bottle of wine. He thought of how
strange it must be for the student to sleep without a corset and
with their hands free instead of the gloves. He knew that Günter
and some staff members would go to the motel and offer the
students corsets for a fair price so they could continue to be
laced for a period until they their bodies had adjusted to do
without a corset. Some the students would never go without corset
for the rest of their lives. A trim body would be their key to
society.

But also another feeling overwhelmed Fritz. The wine, female
companionship made him think about Ann and the twins. In the
morning, he went to Fritz and quit the job. Later that day he
flew back to Holland.


Nunspeet, August 2003 – Changes
===============================

When Fritz returned to his farm, he was in for a surprise. A new
resident had moved into the house - His sister Beatrice.

Both his parents had died during his stay in Jamaica and Fritz
and Beatrice were the only lawful successors. For the first time
in year the two siblings sat down a talked about their life.
Fritz was very curious to know what Ann had told Beatrice about
her and the twins but it seemed that Ann had made a story up
about Fritz saving them from the war.

Beatrice had taken a degree in child psychologist after some
years studying law. When she first came to the farm, she looked
through the books with Ann and discovered some entries where they
could improve the economy. So during Fritz absence they changed a
few things so Fritz no longer needed a job outside the farm to
making the wheels turn.

Ann and the twins would run the farm if he just helped out once
in a while.

For a while it was heaven. After having collected the mail he
would sit on the terrace until lunch. Sometime the girls would
have time to have lunch with him - sometimes not. In the evening
Ann would come to him and they would have sex like it has been
before he went to Jamaica.

He could not understand how he had managed to do without Ann for
such a long time. She was so wonderful. It was like he had never
left. Somehow she had matured and was so good in licking and
teasing him that he at some point got the suspicion that she at
some point during his absence must have got a lover. But as hard
as he investigated no sign of a man that should have stayed on
the farm was seen. So eventually he dropped his suspicion and
enjoyed the sex with Ann.

But there was another change at the farm – the twins had begun to
talk. When he asked how that could be possible, Ann told him that
Beatrice had given them some consultations in private. Somehow it
made Fritz uneasy. What if they discovered what had happened that
night with the other girls? All the tapes had been sold. Even the
master tape was gone. So they would only be able to figure the
event out if they by chance had seen some from the basement. It
should have been impossible.

All though he had enjoyed his stay at the farm after haft a year
he wanted to have a job outside the farm and by sheer luck he was
contacted by a former soldier which had started a low price
airline. He agreed to take the job as a flight attendant on a
part time basis, so he could be at the farm and enjoy sex with
Ann from time to time.


Somewhere over the Atlantic, April 2006 – Revenge
=================================================

Fritz enjoyed his new job. It was only part time and the only
route he worked on was M-Air route from Amsterdam to Miami.

A former colonel from the Dutch army had started M-Air, a
discount airline company. Fritz was approached by the manager and
accepted the job as a flight attendant on the spot. In a way he
was sad for leaving Ann and the twins in charge, but at the other
hand his urge to leave was bigger, so he was soon on his first
flight. M-Air was a true discount company. A internally joke
sounded “It is Sergeant Schmidt welcoming you onboard as we can
not afford a captain.” The management saw passengers as cattle,
which needed transport from, spot A to spot B - Nothing more.

If he had been working full time, the work would have been too
stressful. They did not have time to clean properly. During the
flight the crew was shorthanded by the demanding passengers. But
as said before -The job was only part-time. It was bearable.

On December 26, 2004 a tsunami struck Thailand. A lot of Dutch
tourists had to be evacuated. M-air sent one of their planes to
Thailand and picked up some of the survivors.

When they arrived back at the airport in Amsterdam, one of the
relatives asked Fritz whether they could take the back door
avoiding the press because their relative was quite upset. But
Fritz said no. They had transported their passengers and their
task was over. So he ordered the passengers to go out trough the
front gate where the reporters waited. This was the kind of
standard M-air was known fore. Just transport – nothing more!

Of course ordeal of passing through a mob of journalists and
photographers of course did put a strain on the victims and Fritz
had a laugh. Most of the company customers knew of the bad and
poor service but they considered the low price in favour of the
level of service.

But then late in April his plane was on tour to Miami from
Amsterdam.

He noticed the tall blond woman at once when she boarded the
plane.

Her slim body was outstanding and for once his considered giving
a customer a decent treatment, but then he notice another thing.

The woman kissed her girlfriend when they were seated in a manner
that left no option. They were lesbians.

Fritz was disappointed. He wanted so to have her. He had done it
some times during his years at M-air. Being very experienced he
had seduced a young tourist into having sex at a motel in Miami.

One time he even got caught red handed when he left his room at
the motel by his sister. Beatrice did sometimes attend
conferences in the states due to her line of work. She promised
not to tell about it back home and he believed her.

The two women on the plane continued to hug and ordered wine
while they played some kind of a card-game. They were enjoying
themselves and Fritz became exasperated. He took the passenger
list and discovered that they were Danes. If he was crossed
before, it now got him totally pissed off. He remembered how
Danish soldiers back in Bosnia had destroyed his business by
killing his mates.
He made a couple of negative remarks to his colleagues. Most of
them worked full-time and was always exhausted and worn-out with
little surplus left to deal with passengers. The cheerful couple
also irritated them. Passengers should sit down and remain silent
throughout the flight.

His mind was filled with intention about revenge but he did not
know how to carry it out. Perhaps he could drop wine on their
clothes or spit in their food, before he got his chance to do
anything about it, the couple went to sleep.

On the inside Fritz was foaming with rage, but he couldn’t do
anything. But after some hours fate did throw matters into his
hand.

Shortly before the plane was about to land, he went over to their
seats to adjust the seat by the window. The tall blond was
sleeping with her blindfolds on. When he leaned in over her, he
got to smell her scent. She had a shirt blouse on and he put his
nose down to her cleavage in order to smell it. It reminded him
about the fields back at the farm.

The lady woke by his breathing into her face. Still wearing
blindfolds she oblivious was alarmed over it and slapped him in
the face by reflex. It made a lot of noise and some of his
colleagues noticed it and giggled. Fritz stepped back and the
woman removed her blindfold and held her arm up as a sign of
apology when she saw whom she had hit.

Every muscle in his body wanted to punch her right in her face,
but it would of course not be appropriate. He went back to the
stirrid where he tried to calm himself down. One of his
colleagues noticed his disposition and said to him:

“You could notice the airport that we have passenger which is on
an air rage. She did slap you and after 9/11 we are the lords in
the air. She would not stand a chance in court. Go to the pilot
and convince them to call for police backup upon arrival. If we
instead of using the loudspeaker go to each passenger and tell
them to buckle the seatbelts, they would sleep when we land and
the police would be able to take them by surprise. They would not
know what hit them.”

Fritz did as his colleague told him and when the plane landed,
the police was ready. They entered the plane and pulled the poor
women out of their seats still sleepy. Needless to say that they
became confused and started to talk in Danish, which upset the
police officers because they though that it was some kind of code
messages. The tall blond was thrown to the floor and her arm was
twisted to her back where she was handcuffed.

They virtual dragged her off the plane and on the inside Fritz
was laughing at the scene.

When he got the motel and turned on the Television, the story was
all over the news. The tall woman was some kind of model and the
when the police had handled her just like everybody else she got
extremely hurt because she was partly invalid from a former
traffic accident and also underweight due to her profession.

He ordered a six-pack and a hooker from the room service spent
the rest of the evening partying.


Nunspeet, July 28 - 2006 – Surprise visit
=========================================


Joyful
------

Fritz was at the farm reading his newspaper. He had some days off
and had nothing to do. Perhaps he would get Ann in later and have
some sex with her. Lately he felt it like there was some kind of
distance between them. It was not like it used to be. She had
become demanding and he could not kill her off, because of his
sister.

Beatrice had moved her office from town to one of the buildings
on the farm. It also irritated him because even if she was his
sister, he did not want to be around her.

His eyes caught an article in the newspaper. It read that the
Danish woman had been forced to make a deal with the prosecutor.
He had to admit that he had become a little nervous when he was
told that the woman was up to getting a jury trial. He had
contacted the police at the airport, and they had assured him
that he was not in danger. After 9/11, the aircrew could have
kicked her in the face and would not have faced any legal action.

The model was forced to undergo Anger Management therapy as a
part of the deal with the district attorney. Fritz had talked
with Danes during the war in Bosnia from time to time and he knew
that she in the eyes of the Danish population was now much worse
off than it would have been the case if she had got 6 months in
jail. Psychiatric treatment is regarded as very shameful in
Denmark. He knew from his talk with the soldiers that they would
rather endure with the psychological after effects from being in
a war zone the rest of their life than letting their family know
that they have been treated. Some had relatives with such social
unacceptable sicknesses and they had their names changed in order
to protect their family.

He knew by hart that the model never again would appear publicly
and properly would end her career in a few years. He had his
revenge in some way over the Danish people.

Out of pure joy, he sat down and did something new in his life.
He wrote a limerick.

---

I notice you on the plane as you board. Normally due to my low
salary passengers do not make me care.
Your long bright hair - your trim figure -I long to talk to you,
but do not dare.

It seems that your girlfriend is more than just a friend. Your
kisses and laughing makes it seems that we have a married couple
to take care about.
It is contemptuous to illustrate such an unnatural relationship
in the open. The sun you let shine on my vanished behind that
cloud.

You order wine and yet more wine. Of course as a Dane you take
can handle the booze. You only end up getting sleepy.
You take your blindfolds on. I have my chance to get happy.

I am closing in on you. How I want to squeeze those firm oranges.
Both you and your girlfriend are sleeping heavily. Before I
decide to make my move I hope the situation does not bring any
changes.

My job is to adjust the chairs. I bent my body in over you. My
lips are 10 centimetres from your. How I would like to take this
kiss.
Then I smell you. The time seems to stop. The scent of roses
reaches my noose. I fantasy my hands going over your entire body.
I can feel every breath you take. You should not have made your
shirt stay to open. I move closer. I have all the time in the
world. How peaceful – no stress.

WHACK!!

You suddenly woke and your hand flew up. You looked shocked by
your own reaction. You put up your hand in order to sign an
apology.
I do not care. I want rehabilitation. You have stopped my dream
by your intend to start a battery.

If you were my wife I would have you’re behind smacked.
I contact the pilot in order to arrange for a reception
committee, when we land. He also thinks that such a conduct
characterizes a brat. I knew I would be backed.

When the police arrived, you still have the blindfolds on.
They yank you up without warning. You and your girlfriend are
caught by surprised. You shout in your funny language and it
upsets the police. A 250-pound officer forces your 110-pound body
to the ground and cuffed you on your back. The skin is torn on
one of your wrists. They pull you up and carry you. Then you are
gone.

Yesterday I bought the newspaper. I got you. They had made you
pay. Not by prison but by ordering you to correct being
bad-tempered crackpot.
The shameful sentence would prevent you from ever been being
taken serious. The sweetness of revenge fills my mind. I could
never have planned such a plot.

I hope you one day would travel in my plane once more. When I
approach you I know you would be stiff from fear. I would take my
kiss. Squeeze your oranges. You will forever become a property to
me.
Both you and me would never forget our night together on six -
four - three.


The naughty flight attendant

---

The rest of the day he drank and ate in a cheerful mood. Tonight
he would have the twins in the bed too. They had the age so it
was time that they had a real man.

He was about to get ready to have dinner when Ann called him from
the barn. Something was wrong. He went over just to find the
lights all out. The must be something wrong with the power was
the thought he had.

He called for Ann. Then something hit him on his head and he went
black.

When he came to himself he discovered that he was naked and tied
to a chair.

5 women stood looking at him.

Ann, the twins, Beatrice and Paula!


Downer
------

He was confused. Why had they tied him up? How come that Paula is
here? She should somewhere in the states in a shelter.

“Why have you done this to me? Release me. Beatrice – help me!
They have gotten mad!”

Beatrice stepped forward.

“As you know, I have worked with the twins. I have discovered
your dirty secret. A month ago, I also met Paula at a seminar
about the abusive teenager modification industry in the states.
All those facilities put strains on the charity organisations in
the states, when you send innocent teenagers on the road as
victims for your so-called Exit Plans. And a lot of taxpayer’s
money goes to the treatment of the former students, when we wake
from the post-traumatic stress reaction. We can’t stop the
industry but Paula and I made friends and in fact we are lovers.
We can however stop you and that is going to happen.”

“But you can not do this to me. I am your brother!”
Ann interrupted him. “I also have news for you. Beatrice had
researched what took place in Bosnia. Because she is Dutch and
Paula is from America, they can travel around in Bosnia without
caring about their ethnic roots. They talked with the landlord
where you had your studio and paid for information that led to
the graves of the two girls from my village. One of them was my
cousin by the way. They even located some of the survivors and
some of my relatives. Those girls were reburied at a decent
place.”

“But I did not kill them. I was forced.”

“You can stop those excuses up your ass. We know who was present.
We will deal with Günter later. In fact Beatrice would start at a
job as child psychologist at Meditation Inlet next month and the
twins would join me at some other positions, when I have arranged
for it.”

“What are you going to do with me? You can’t prove any of those
accusations.”

“You will see. I was able to obtain a tape of your first
production. It must have slipped behind one of shelves in the
storeroom. It inspired us, but you will learn that we are
creative.”

“I will report you and I would beat you when I am free.”

“I don’t think so.” One of the twins went behind him and suddenly
she held a cloth with chloroform over his mouth. Fritz passed out
again.
Cleaning job in the storeroom

When he woke, he was hanging in his arms with suspension cuffs
connected to chains from the ceiling. He recognised the
storeroom. They had inserted a huge gag ball in his mouth.

They had used a spreader bar so there was free access to his
genitals. He notices that they all wore heavy latex apron and
latex gloves.

“Good morning, sunshine. You are up for a cleaning job, before we
go to business.”

One of the twins moved behind him a pushed kind of butt plug in
his behind. It hurt a little. Then he felt it being pumped. She
was some kind of tube connected to the plug, which the twin
connected to a tap. When she turned it on, he felt cold water
enter his rectum. His stomach soon began to cramp and he twisted
and turned in his bonds.

The pain became intense and Ann signalled that they should stop.
“We don’t want you to get hurt – yet. Beatrice has made coffee
and I think we just would take a break, while the water settles
in your system.”

They left.

The pain became more and more intense. He felt like screaming but
the gag ball was very effective. It was like he was going to
explode. 15 minutes later they returned to a Fritz covered in
sweat and drifting in and out of unconsciousness.

One of the twins deflated the butt and removed it, which caused
cascades of water running out on the floor. They continued to
clean him with cold water from a hose.

“We need you to be totally cleaned up inside. Here we go again.”

This was too much for Fritz. Even though he was gagged they could
understand that it was sobbing sounds that they could hear from
behind the gag. The twins look surprised at each other. They had
broken him and they had not really started. Was it the same man
they had feared for years?

Fritz was filled with soap water a second time and left in agony.
They returned and find him limp. After his bowel had been
released and he was cleaned they were ready to some fun.


The Jamaica way
---------------

When Fritz woke he found himself cleaned and dry. One of the
twins had used his unconsciousness to shave all his hair off.
They had cuffs his legs to the floor so they were a little apart.

Ann came with a lot of wires. He also saw Beatrice crying. He
tried to make eye contact with her. She was after all his sister.
But she left so the twins could continue their preparations.

Paula came in front of him. “We are going to prepare you like I
was when I entered the school. Still, I have to use corset
because my body have adjusted to long time wear in the school.”

Fritz tried to protest but the twins had already started with
wrapping the rigid leather lining around his waist.

Ann and Paula made sure that he was hoisted off the ground so his
body became stretched out.

Both the twins tugged at the stays, which caused the air to leave
his lungs. His breathing soon became difficult but they continued
to tug. At some point, Fritz passed out but the twins did not
stop. Finally they were finished and Ann put a ball stretcher on
him. When Fritz woke after Paula had used smelling salt on him,
he looked with disbelief in the mirror Ann held up.

His body had been completely transformed. His lower body had an
hourglass shape. His breath had become very restricted. It was
unbearable. And they were not finished. One of the twins went
behind him and he felt something enter his behind. Carefully a
butt plug was inserted and once inside it was inflated. Each pump
meant additional pain. He pulled his restraint and tried to
shout. It was of no use.

Ann patted him on the cheek. “Now we are going to leave your for
tomorrow. Try to get some sleep. I will be a long day.”

His brain mind was working for full speed. His body hurt. His
arms hurt. They could not leave him here.

But they did.


Nunspeet, July 29 - 2006 – A very long day
==========================================


Electrical torture
------------------

The next morning the women entered. Beatrice had prepared a
breakfast and took the ball gag out.

“Beatrice. Release me. You are my sister. Does it not count?”

“After having learned what you have done of damage to our family
name I regard myself as not having a brother anymore. A part of
me would always have feelings about you but that is memory and
the past. For me you died the moment I saw the graves of the poor
girls in Bosnia.”

“I have saved three girls from the certain death. Does it not
count?”

“You saved them because you needed some sex-slaves. You will
properly have done them in, if your pals haven’t lost their
lives.”

“But..”

“No but! Eat! You are going to need it.” Beatrice began to feed
Fritz. Slowly he finished his breakfast. His stomach was
compressed so he couldn’t eat very much. Paula came closer.

“For an unspeakable amount of time I had to live solely of soup
and bananas. Now you would learn how it is to be hungry and be
unable to eat just because there is no room for food.” Then she
pulled a hood over his head. There were openings for the eyes and
the mouth. She laced it tight.

The hood was also issue with a gag ball that could be clipped on
and Ann put it in his mouth. Fritz did not even resist. If
Beatrice wouldn’t help him, he was as left to their mercy. When
the gag ball was inserted Ann buckled a piece of leather over the
mouth opening. He could not utter a sound.

Ann took some wires and clipped them on the corset. Suddenly
Fritz realized that it was one the awful punishment corset from
the school.

He tried to make some protests but he was only able to make
mumbling sounds.

When he was all wired up Ann stood in front of him.

“We can not burn you alive and still having fun later on. So we
are going to progress slowly. The fun starts now.”

With these words she pushed a button on the panel.

Fritz felt it like someone had kicked him in his kidneys. His
body tensed up

When they stopped the current, his body continued to shiver.

“I hope that it was not fatal.”

“Ill weeds grow apace.”

Ann checked him with a stethoscope. When she decided he was OK,
she gave a sign to the twins. A second shock went through Fritz’s
body. When they turned it off, he pissed on the floor.

At once, they reapplied the electricity. This time the he also
lost bowel control. It was way better than they had expected.
They began to laugh hysterical. Their feeling was a mix of
revenge, anger but also a kind of reunion with their own torment
years back. One of the twins broke down in tears remembering
their former girlfriends, which lost their life at the end of the
rope by the hands of Fritz and his pals.

Paula entered the room. “Don’t you think that you should give you
self a break before you lose it?”

The left Fritz and sat down over the lunch table.

After some time eating without a word, Paula broke the silence.
“Could we not say that the punishment for his actions in Bosnia
is paid? Further electrical torture would properly just kill me
and they you won’t get the chance for repaying him for his years
of abuse on this farm.”

One of the twins nodded. Paula continued “Let continue with our
plan.” Ann agreed: “Although I still miss something, I think that
your revenge must be our next step.”


Strap-on dildo torture
----------------------

Beatrice did choose to go to town for some shopping in order to
put her mind on something else.

The rest of them came into the room. They checked him and found
him unconscious. Then went on to the next step.

When he woke he was back at the bench tied up. They had removed
the hood and he found the four of them standard in front of him.
All of them had leather corsets on. Also they had a strap-on
dildo mounted on a harness on.

“Years of abuse are going to be repaid now.” One of the twins
went behind him and soon he felt the pressure from the dildo
against his sphincter. The pain was intense. The pressure
increased and suddenly it slipped inside him. He screamed from
pain. No lubricant as all was used. She picked up speed at once.
The other twin moved in front of him. She wanted him to lick her.

He cleansed his teeth. Paula interfered. “I have an idea so he
would be more service-minded.” She returned with some kind of a
gag. “It is a tube-gag. This way he has to serve us.”

But he refused to open his mouth. However, the twin working his
rear hole knew the trick. She grasped his balls hard, which made
protest. The gag went in at once and soon after he had to lick
the dildo the other twin inserted in his mouth through the
tube-gag.

The twins switched places and he was almost ready to vomit when
the dildo which had been in his rectum was put in his mouth.

Both the twins were panting and exhausted. The twins left for a
shower and now it was Paula and Ann, who took their time.

First Paula was hesitant but Ann convinced her to go on.

They must have done it for hours. What Fritz did not know, was
that their corset also had built-in dildos. She satisfied them
selves while fucking him. Ann came with a cry. Paula followed
soon after.

When Ann redrew for the last time, she noticed the blood. “Oh.
That must hurt. What a fitting punishment for all those years of
having me to lie under a sweating disgusting man.”

“Well, I never had to serve him, but his manipulating made my
parents disallow me to return home. I ended up with 50 dollars
several hundred of miles from home. I had none to call. I had
been at the school for so long that I could not get hold of my
family for friends in my hometown. I just couldn’t remember a
phone number. I lived on the streets until Beatrice found me in a
shelter. I even won’t talk about what I did for a living. Just
remembering all those things I wanted to repay him for it so hard
that I would slice his throat this instance.”

“We all have a reason for revenge, but you have to get a hold on
yourself. Beatrice is our key towards you complete revenge. You
can not even get close to Günter, but she can. You also know her
demands when it comes to her brother. She wants to have her
private moment with a corpse, which have no nasty holes in it and
of course she made it very definite that his head has to be
connected to his body.”

“We can let him go after this. I hope that you have a plan for
him to die.”

“Oh. I have. Oh. You can be sure that I have.”


The last dance
--------------

Ann was busy in the barn. She was a little stressed. It had to be
perfect. 4 four deck chair was lined up. Drinks - toys – had she
remembered everything in place.

The door opened. The twins and Paula entered with Fritz. He was
naked but had an arm binder on. When he saw what was in store for
him, he panicked. He tried to pull away. It looked at he begged
for his life, but a gag ball had replaced the tube gag. Even if
they could have understood his begging, even he knew that they
would not spare him. It was just pathetic.

Soon he was positioned under the noose. He had a frightened look
in his eyes.

Paula took a wide leather belt and strapped it around his thighs.
They wanted to see some kicking.

Ann gave him a kiss on his chick. “Happy journey - Darling.” Then
she pulled a hood over his head.

Next the noose came into place.

One of the twins had a remote control and she activated it so a
winch in the ceiling pulled the rope tight. It was cold in the
barn. They could see his breath when he took his breathe.

The girls were warmed up. They undressed and sat down in the deck
chairs. Soon they were busy satisfying them selves. Ann activated
the remote control once more. Now Fritz was forced up on his
toes. They could see how his breath was becoming more difficult.
It just turned them on.

It was so arousing to see the hood moving very fast: “Breathe in
– Breathe out, in – out, in – out.” Ann felt her nipples tense
up.

Ann used a vibrator and she was almost in heaven when she felt a
tongue in her private parts. It was Beatrice. She was supposed to
be in town, but regardless of the fact that Fritz was her
brother, she wanted to be present.

Beatrice’s skilled tongue soon brought Ann to her climax. Just as
waves of pleasure rolled through her body, she activated the
remote control a last time.

The feet of Fritz left the ground. For some minutes it was as
they tried to find support, but then the - for the girls sexually
arousing - sight of a man dancing in a panicked attempt to avoid
deaths started.

Fritz tried to turn and twist in frantic try to get out of his
deathly situation while groans escaped from his hood. One of the
twins came with a cry. She slipped back in her deck chair.
Fritz’s member became erect. It would not be fun, it he came too
soon, so Ann went over a put a ball stretcher on him.

Beatrice started to work on Paula. She was in some kind of
service-mode today. She licked all the juices from Paula and soon
Paula came violent.

The movement of Fritz had turned into a shiver. Ann stood near
him. “He is almost a goner. I will assist him. With a quick move
she took a dildo and forced it up with rectum, which had been
enlarged from hours of strap-on dildo. He shot a load, which they
had never seen him do before. It just did not seem to stop. It
made the last of the twins reach her climax.

They left him there until next morning.

The next morning Ann found Beatrice crying next to her brother
body - Still hanging from the day before. It was as he still had
a hard-on, but of course Ann knew that it was due to his blood
being caught in the lower part of his body after his heart had
stopped.

“Do you have regrets?”

“No. Even due to the fact that he was my brother, he had to go.”

“Where shall we put him?”

“I want it to be up in the new field. He loved the smells of
flowers. Let him rest in peace.”

