Family Business
By Crossmanx at - crossmanx@hotmail.co.uk - comments and ideas welcome.

This Family has its own unique line of business and its own special place of work!

Family Business

"Harry! ... ..Hurry up!" Jessica looked at her watch then back up the stairs,
waiting for her Son to get himself ready and down those stairs. There was some
noise upstairs as the young lad, Harry, rushed around and at the same time
Jessica's phone rang, she recognised the caller and answered it. There was a
short conversation during which her Son managed to make an appearance,
stuffing a piece of toast in his mouth, pulling on his trainers and coming
down the stairs all at the same time, quite an achievement.

He could see the look of slight frustration on his Mothers face as he reached
the bottom, and was finally ready. But as she finished her conversation he
wasn't sure if was due to him being so unorganised or due to the call she'd
just received. He quickly grabbed his bag that was already for him by the door
and was grateful that at least he didn't have to hunt for that and annoy his
Mother even more. She now had that thoughtful look on her face, which was just
as worrying as her annoyed face and as she tossed her car keys up in the air
and caught them again "ready at last are you, good come on!"

As Mother and Son left the plush house and went to the woman's nice car "I
have to stop off and see your Aunts before I take you back to your Fathers, we
won't be staying long!" Harry smiled at this, and Jessica caught sight of her
Son's silly grinning face 'every time she mentioned her Sister's Harry had
that stupid look, what was it with young lads and their Aunts?'

The trip to his Aunt's place was done in silence, as was the way with his
Mother in her car, Harry had been staying with his Mum for a short break,
during the holidays and she was taking him back up country to his Fathers,
where he lived most of the time. It was a way of life that the lad had become
use to since his parent had divorced, and although he liked living with his
Father where he also went to school and had most of his friends, he also
enjoyed coming down to stay with his Mother. The only difference was Mother
was a lot stricter, there where rules, meal times, curfews and homework 'had'
to be done, but even so she was his Mother and he liked staying there.

The fact that it was a very nice house, with its own tennis court and indoor
pool helped! But Harry wasn't sure how his Mother could afford all this, after
all his Father just had, a nice, but ordinary house, and his Mother didn't
have any real job, that he knew about. This was just one of his Mother's and
her side of the family, secrets. The other bonus about staying with his Mother
was there was always a chance of seeing his Aunt's, so far that hadn't
happened during this stay but now right at the end of it things had changed.

The silly grin on Harry face was still there as they drove through the town
and out to where the Aunt's had their 'place of work!' Harry was even more
excited, and tried not to show it, as he was going to his Aunt's work place,
not their homes, but their 'place of work!' Now normally this wouldn't be any
reason to get excited, going to a relative's place of work, unless that is,
the job being done there was something very 'interesting' indeed! 'Interesting
or intriguing? As Harry, didn't really know what his Aunt's actually did at
their 'place of work', another little family secret!

Harry's Mum drove down a short cul-de-sac, at the bottom of which was a grand
looking line of old Victorian town houses, 4 tall houses all together that
formed the main establishment of his Aunt's business. The car stopped, Jessica
got out and could see there was still a stupid look on her Son's face, one he
was desperately trying to hide 'for God sake!' "Come on then you can come
inside, but remember to behaviours yourself and don't touch anything!" An
excited Harry jumped out of the car and flowed on wondering what on earth his
Mother could mean by 'don't touch anything?' 'If only he had the chance' was
all he could think of!

They set off towards the far house on the right-hand side, a blue door, as
they did so another car pulled up. Harry noticed a very sheepish man get out
and make his way to the far left hand side house, of the row of 4, and towards
the red door that was there, where he nervously knocked on the door. The man
stood there waiting and even Harry could tell he had an anxious, frightened
even guilty way about him as he waited for the door to open. But before the
lad could watch anymore his Mother called him to her as she reached and opened
the door they were heading to.

Inside and Harry was in the large hallway of the house, in fact this was not
just one house but it was part of a much larger 'establishment' as all four of
the old houses had been knocked through and turned into one large 'playground'
well that was how Aunty Susannah describe the place. Mind you Aunty Tanya also
said it was more like a maze of iniquity, but Harry never really got that one!
Even though the place was a bit of a warren of rooms and corridors. The 4
large town houses all knocked into one but still keeping that old Victorian
feel to it, there must have been a good twenty rooms or so, all different
sizes and shape, plus the cellar part below. Mind you whenever he came here it
seemed that the majority of rooms where always locked, out of bounds to him,
for some reason!

As Mother and Son stood there in the hallway, just then at the top of the
stairs Aunty Tanya appeared "well, hello there". Tanya was one of Jessica's
older Sisters and she had a wide smile across her, quite attractive, face as
she looked down at her annoyed looking younger Sister and her wide eyed, open
mouth and quite sweet looking Nephew. Jessica was annoyed with her Sister
because of the way she looked and Harry was ogling and shocked by the way his
Aunt looked.

Now of course Harry had seen Aunty Tanya before, he already knew she looked
lovely, with her pretty mature woman face, her long curly blond hair, her deep
eyes and how her succulent lips where always bright and red. He'd also noticed
the rest of her, she was the shortest of the Sisters but still she had a very
noticeable figure, the curves, the perfect arse, especially when she wore her
favourite tight blue jeans and her protruding cleavage that always seemed to
be trying to fight their way out of whatever she wore! She was his hot Aunt,
but now! Now she was his bursting into flames Aunt, his Aunt that was on fire!

As he looked up those stairs at his Aunt who stood there every conceivable
lust and desire seemed be rushing around his youthful body 'My God she's,
she's so ... ... !' Harry was in a world of his own, well a world where there
was just him and his Aunt at the moment, he was captivated by how she looked.
And 'how' she looked, how she was dressed, as if she'd just stepped out one of
his favour fantasy's.

Aunty Tanya was wearing, just about, a Headmistress outfit, a sexy older woman
dressed up as a sultry Headmistress, no wonder the lad was drooling. His
Headmistress Aunt was dressed in one of the old fashion black mortarboard head
pieces, but with her long golden hair still flowing down past her shoulders,
then she had a black gown over her, her arms pushed through slits in the side
of the gown that came down to around her knees. The gown was open and showed
off the rest of how Aunty was dressed, or not dressed!

The rest of Aunty Tanya's 'outfit' was just as 'different', there was no skirt
or blouse under that gown, just a woman dressed in her silk underwear! A
matching set of lacy and delicate black and deep red underwear, plus
stockings, Harry felt his mouth go dry and certain 'twinge!' In her hand was a
long cane, the type with a curled handle and completed her dominate, yet very
sexy, Headmistress look. She was all his desires wrapped up in one, and she
was his Aunty. 'Yes all his fantasies in one!' The woman, the 'Headmistress',
the Aunty, she had a brashness about her, stood there with her hands on her
hips, still holding the cane, so the cloak was pushed out the way and giving
her Nephew a good look at her. Aunty could see the effect she was having on
the stunned looking lad down at the bottom of the stairs and so could his
Mother.

Jessica was not impressed with how her Sister was behaving and moved to block
her Son's view. There was a sudden low whimper for the lad, like a little lost
puppy, which the older Sister found quite amusing and also quite stirring. She
knew her Nephew had an eye for her and now that he was in his prim as a
youthful, young lad she wondered to herself if ... ... ?

Jessica interrupted this moment as she now ascended the stairs to go and
'speak' with her Sister, at the same time shooing her Son away, telling him to
go off whilst she spoke with Aunty Tanya. Harry was disappointed, as his
Mother got to the top of the stairs there was some hushed words and the two
women moved out of sight 'Dame!'

That left the lad to kick his heels and go off and sit down in the living
room, by himself and wait, and wonder 'why was Aunty Tanya dressed like that?'
He would now have to wait for his Mother, or would he?

Now his Aunts place of work, this large set of houses was quite interesting,
in more than one way, Harry knew that a lot of 'different' things went on
here, he was no fool and most of them where of a certain strange nature, to
say the least. But still he didn't know 'exactly' what went on here. Every
time he'd been here in the past he'd been closely supervised, but now he was
on his own, was this his chance to explore? He knew that any door that was
blue was alright to enter, he seen these doors mostly in the right hand side
of the now large knocked through building. These blues door lead to a kitchen,
living room, that sort of thing, normal living areas, plus there was one green
door that housed all the booms and cleaning stuff. But then there were the
doors painted red, he'd been told in the past not to go in these rooms, and
the couple of chances he'd had in the past to try and explore he found them
all locked, but now he was on his own!

So out of sight of his Mother the lad quietly creep off to find out the
secrets of the De'vour family business!

The De'vour family consisted, mainly, of four Sisters Kim, Susannah, Tanya and
Jessica, none of whom where, currently, married, there where ex-husbands
around, like Harry's Father and the lad had a few cousins in all this. But for
Harry he was a bit unique in this family, forgetting the ex-husbands, he was
the only male! None of the other Sisters had any Son's, he was the only one
and a bit of an anomaly within the De'vour family. He was also the youngest in
the family which also put him at another disadvantage, or could this be an
advantage?

That was the family, now for the business, the De'vour ladies all had certain
'talents' when it came to men. They had all selected well from their many male
suiters and manged to finance, through these men's bank accounts, their life
styles and also their current business venture. This was all set up in the
current building, the four old Victoria house, all knocked through, and set
out now as a 'house of many rooms.' This was the place, an establishment,
where frustrated women brought their husbands, boyfriends, lovers to when they
had been naughty!

The De'vour women where expects in putting a man in his place after he'd
stepped out of line, if a man had been caught having an affair, spent 'his'
money unwisely, ignored his wife, been irresponsible, mean, cruel, nasty or
just not shown the right attitude and respect, then the De'vour ladies could
rectify that!

This wasn't a place of ill-reputed where men could live out 'their' fantasies,
no this was where their nightmares came true. The ladies had a knack for
getting deep into a man's very sole and bringing out all their fears and
horrors.

Like Mr Jones, who as a child was terrorised by his families' nanny and now
every time he put a foot out of line 'Nanny' Jillian. Cousin Jillian would
slap and beat him into a shivering wreck.

Mr Smyth the man who was strong and confident in the office and liked to
control women there. But once Aunty Susannah came close to him in her smart
business suit and was more forceful than him he buckled under her superior
female resolve.

Or Mr Hudson, the tall strong man who when he got too big for his own boots
was brought down by cousin Mandy, the petite girl who was more destructive
than he could ever be.

Then there was Mr Wells who's wondering eye infuriated his wife, but who could
always rely on Kim to hurt her husband and make him beg for forgiveness, as
well as get him to shower, both women, with gifts to say sorry.

Yes, the De'vour ladies had a certain skill for bringing men to heel and their
services where in demand, and lucky for them they also enjoyed their work, a
lot!

Around the De'vour 'business' and Harry was investigating, he was on the
middle floor and looking down a long corridor that consisted of all red doors,
each one of which he'd tried was locked 'Dame!' But suddenly he heard a noise
from behind him and coming from the stairs 'Shit!' He'd been told so many
times before about wondering around in this place, his Mum would surly kill
him if he was caught here. He looked around in a panic and suddenly a green
door caught his eye, he raced over to it, it was open he quickly slipped
inside, 'safe!'

The room was dark and small he felt as if he was leaning against a line of
coats and such like. Suddenly the door open, the light flooded in and Harry
could see it was indeed a cloakroom, he fell back into the hanging coats
trying to hind. A hand and arm came in and reached out to a large board filed
with hooks and keys, the hand took a large brass key from hook number 9 and
then was pulled back outside and the door closed. 'Thank God, he'd not been
see and go away with it!'

Then there were footsteps, with a distinct sound of heels clipping along the
wooden corridor floor. They stopped there was a clunking sound then the
turning of key and a door, that needed oiling, opening, then a sort of
scuffling sound followed by a THUD! The door closed, a click of a light switch
then silence, all very wired!

But when that light switch in the other room had been flicked, a very faint
glow appeared in the otherwise dark cloakroom? Harry stepped closer to the now
glowing far wall and soon realised that the 'wall' was in fact a curtain, he
pulled it to the side and revealed a tiny passageway. The lad quickly realised
that this was a narrow walkway that ran down the rear of all the rooms that
were along the main corridor, 'very interesting!'

He carefully and quietly moved down the narrow walkway, he came to a mirror
that looked into an empty room, a two-way mirror at that and with a shelve
under it. And on that shelve was a camera, capable of filming what was going
on in the room. As Harry looked down the walkway he could see a number of
different mirrors where the light faintly seeped through and more shelves with
more cameras.

So that was his Aunt's little secret and their business, 'Blackmail' they were
filming whatever was going on in each room and using it for their own ends!
Well, that was part of the answer, yes the De'vour ladies 'assisted' other
women to punish, reprimand and control their husbands, but they also filmed
this as an 'extra' incentive to the men to behave! There was the odd kidnap
and torture session that went on that these were also used for, but that was
just another little side-line!

As all this fell into place for Harry he realised that there was even more to
his Aunt's than he had ever imagined, and he had imagined a lot about his
Aunts, but Blackmail? And yet Blackmail was such a nasty word, but a very
profitable one! But there were also a few more shocks waiting for Harry, the
first room was empty and the light was off so he couldn't see a lot. But even
so his interest was indeed raised, so he moved cautiously down the walkway to
see what else was going on. In the next room the lad had more luck and was
surprized at what he now saw.

The second room along the walkway was occupied and this was quite an eyeopener
to the lad. Inside the room it was quite sparse, dull, bare, almost empty,
that was apart from the one table in the centre of the room and two chairs on
either side facing each other. There was a single light hanging down form a
long cord over the centre of the table, the only other thing in the room was
another single plain, wooden chair by the door. It was a cold, bleak looking
room as if it was out of some old wartime prisoner film. There were three
people in the room, a woman, 30ish, quite good looking was at on the chair by
the door, watching. There was a man, again 30 something sat on one of the
chairs at the table, the other chair was empty but opposite him, and the third
person, stood next to the table, was Harry's Cousin Jenna.

But Harry had never seen his Cousin look like this before! Jenna was a woman
in her mid 20's, average height and with long dark hair. Like the rest of the
women in the De'vour family she was a looker, but it wasn't that, that Harry
was gawping at, it was the way she was dressed. Long black boots up to her
knees, black stockings and then a military style jacket with a belt around it,
no skirt, just the jacket. There was no shirt under the jacket, but there was
a noticeable bulge in the chest area as the tight-fitting uniform strained
under the pressure of keeping her large breasts inside it. The woman's long
dark hair cascaded over her shoulders and on top of that pretty head was a
matching military style hat.

The lad was taken aback by how his Cousin looked 'she was ... ... !' But surly
he shouldn't be thinking like that about his Cousin, 'mind you he'd had
similar thoughts about his gorgeous Aunts, so ... ... ?'

If how Cousin Jenna looked wasn't enough for Harry, then what she did was more
than enough to make him think 'What the Hell?' Jenna started to walk around
the table, she was talking to the man and through what looked like a smaller
speaker by the two-way mirror Harry could hear her berating the man. She
walked around and around the table, cursing him, scolding him, chastising the
now very nervous looking man, then as she walked behind him THUD!

Jenna had grabbed hold of the man by his head and slammed it hard into the
wooden table in front of him THUD! She pulled his head back up and drove it
back into the table, then did it again for a third time. Harry had jumped in
shock at this, but the woman who sat by the door hadn't moved, she just sat
there and smiled. Jenna pull the man's head up and back and now let loose with
question after question "Who was the women you were with?" "What is her name?"
"Why are you being unfaithful to your wife?" The man was stunned and didn't
answer quickly enough, so THUD!

What followed was an interrogation of the man by the woman dressed in the sexy
military uniform, Harry watched as his Cousin Jenna hit the man, she slapped
him hard across his face with her flat hand and then her clenched fist. She
pulled him off the chair and throw him down to the floor by his hair, the she
went about kicking him with her boots. Then when he hadn't answered quickly
enough, or convincingly enough the 'military integrator' dragged him back up
into the chair and worked him over some more! The man's natural fear of being
questioned by someone in authority made this all far to frightening and real
for him. But Jenna knew that and liked the fact it all added to his fear of
her and of this room SMACK!

As Jenna used the simple wooden table and chair and the hard floor to hurt the
man, his will and determination not to talk where broken, as was his body. The
woman's leather boots did their worse as they slammed into his body, her fists
pummelled him until he talked and the wife sat quietly on the chair by the
door listening as her husband confessed all his sins!

With the man's spirt broken and some of his body, interrogator Jenna dragged
him over to his wife. She placed him face down in front of her, dropped down
onto the man's back, driving her knee into the bottom of his spine the yanked
the man up and backwards by his arms. He was in agony as she pulled him back,
crying out in pain as she made him go through his confession again, he went
through every one of his mistakes, his betrayals, his lies and his sins! This
wife leaned forward and listen to every word as Jenna pushed down on his back
and pulled back on his arms, holding the battered, shattered man there as he
admitted everything, he talked and begged for mercy.

Another man had been broken in the interrogation room, and before she would
leave this room Jenna would scratch another mark in the wall to show just how
many men she'd broken here and made them talk!

A stunned Harry moved away and down the narrow walkway towards the next mirror
and the next room. Shocked at what he had just seen, he wondered what else
went on in his Aunt place of 'work?'

The next room was just as 'surprising', this room was set out a bit like a gym
or sports hall as there was a very large blue mattered area that took up most
of the room. The two side walls had those old fashion wooden climbing walls
attached to them and there were a couple of gymnastic hoops hanging down from
the ceiling. The room was occupied by a number of different people; two women
were sat down, one in each of the far corners of the room as Harry looked into
it, these where the watching wives. Their husbands where the two men that
where on the matted area and then there were two other females, one old, one
young.

These where Aunty Susannah and Cousin Tracy, Mother and Daughter and an
attractive pair at that. Both where tall, maybe the tallest in the family,
both good looking and blond, with short hair and to look at them you would say
they were very similar, just an older and younger version of each other. Apart
from their age the other thing, here, that marked them apart was the way they
were dressed. The older and more mature Aunty Susannah was in one of those
judo, or was it a karate type suits, it was pink, her favourite colour, and
with a white belt tided around her waist. The suit hid her normal slender body
and ample bust, which was a shame. Cousin Tracy was also in a judo suit but
this time it was black, her favourite colour and with a yellow belt around
her, again she had an eye-catching figure and large chest, that was
unfortunately masked by the outfit, again a shame!

The two women, Harry's Aunt and Cousin, stood there and so did the two men
with their wives watching, then the Mother and Daughter struck WHACK! SMACK!
The two taller, broader and stronger men had been struck and struck hard by
the women, a foot to one man's torso and fist to the other's chest, which was
quickly follows by a spinning black figure and a high jumping and kicking pink
figure THUD! CRACK! More hard hits and the two men were shown, and felt, that
maybe they were not as tough as they had once thought!

Before the men could fall backwards they were grabbed THUD! THUD! One man was
sent flying over Aunty Susannah shoulder, whist the other was tossed over
Cousin Tracy's hip and went spinning through the air. The men crashed into the
blue matting, much to the surprise of the watching wives as to how easily they
were dealt with. The men's spouses never imagined a female could take down
their bull headed and bully boy husbands, but where very delighted with how
forceful and attractive these two women had handled their men.

With the men on the floor, stunned and shocked by these females quick and
sudden moves the Mother and Daughter moved across each other and swopped over
men. As Susannah and Tracy stood with their new man on the floor in front of
them the women went to work ... ... but first they each undone the belts
around their jackets, removed their jackets and dropped them to the floor.
Harry eyes widen as his Aunty and Cousin undressed, so did the eyes of the
watching women! Aunty Susannah stood there, pink judo suit bottoms and a tight
white crop top holding in her ample bust. Next to her was Cousin Tracy in her
black judo bottoms and a yellow crop top that hugged her large chest.

Cousin Tracy held her belt in one hand as if she was going to use it as a
whip, Aunty Susannah wrapped her hands around each of the ends of her belt as
if she was going to use it to strangle someone! Both Mother and Daughter took
a step closer to their fallen man and WHACK! OOOWWW! SMACK! UUUHHHH! WALLOP!
ARRRHHH! CRUNCK! EEEEIIII!

Harry winched at what his Aunty and Cousin where doing, the two wives smiled
and where excited at all this, the men called out in agony. As for Aunty
Susannah and Cousin Tracy, they just enjoyed themselves, as they lashed the
men, beat them, hurt them and showed them who were the real bullies around
here were! Harry watched, slight horror was soon turned into a feeling of
'Oh!' But he did manage to drag himself away from all this, he was a bit
speechless after that but still moved onto the next mirror, wondering what
else could be waiting for him?

At the next mirror and still confused and dumbfounded Harry stopped and peered
inside 'OH!' Now he was really speechless as he took in the scene before him,
and what a scene it was, it could have been his own fantasy, if it wasn't for
the fact this was a place of punishment, not pleasure!

The room was set out like a large classroom, all old fashion with three rows
of wooden desks and large teachers desk at the front and raised up on a slight
platform. Behind the large desk was a blackboard, or should that be called
chalkboard now days? On the board was written in big, bold white chalk
'Headmistress' Detention Class.' That sort of set the 'tone' for this room!

There was a few people in this room, a man sat down at one of the desk with a
blond 'schoolgirl' sat in the next desk on one side of him and a brunette
schoolgirl sat at the desk on the other side of him. Harry didn't recognise
either of these girls, both of whom were dressed in tight fitting uniforms
that showed off legs and cleavage and both where quite hot and very good to
look at. There were two other people in the room, both women, one sat at the
rear of the 'classroom' watching, the man's wife and the other woman was Aunty
Tanya still in her 'Headmistress' outfit!

Harry was instantly captivated by the goings on in this room, he watched, as
Aunty Tanya ... ... As the Headmistress moved down from her desk toward the
three 'pupils' she looked at all three of them, then moved over to the blond
girl, grabbed her face, pulled it towards her and kissed the girl 'Oh God!'
Harry felt his cock instant reaction to this, then Headmistress Aunty Tanya
walked past the man, ignoring him and over to the brunette schoolgirl. The
Headmistress grabbed the girls tie pulled her hallway up and kissed her as
well, Harry wondered what it would be like to take the place of the man and be
in-between all of this?

Now the Headmistress turned her attention to the man, the boy, sat there in
the middle of all this. There was some harsh words for the boy, late homework,
lack of discipline, bad attitude to work, Harry didn't hear it all, he was
concentrating on Aunty Tanya too much and how she looked as this fiery
Headmistress. And she looked so good!

The man's beratement went on and before he knew it Harry was watching his
Aunt, the Headmistress dragging the man up and over his desk and SMACK! The
first firm hand came down across the man's backside SMACK! Very quickly
followed by the second, third and many more, what followed was a corporal
punishment session as Aunty Tanya let loose with her hand, with a slipper she
retrieved from her desk draw and finally the cane that was laying across her
desk. The Headmistress inflicted some tradition school discipline to the man,
she beat him, and beat him hard until he cried like a schoolboy.

Harry watched intently as Headmistress Tanya manipulated the man easily, she
had him over the desk, over a chair and even over her lap, Harry was so
jealous of that. She smacked him with his trousers up and down, again more
jealously from the horny Nephew at this. Even though she hurt him, marked him,
inflicted so much pain into him, Harry was so envious.

But the lad had also noticed what else had happened, once the man's punishment
had started the two 'schoolgirls' had moved to the back of the room and sat
down either side of the woman, the wife. Whilst the man's punishment was
inflicted the two schoolgirls gently stroked the woman's legs and gradually
cuddled up to her, at the same time as watching and enjoying the man's misery.

Harry could see the extra attention the woman at the rear was getting from the
two schoolgirls and wondered just how far that would all go? He also noticed
the very satisfied look on the woman's face and wondered what she was thinking
as his Aunt bent the man over her desk and brought that cane down hard across
his backside WHACK! WHACK!

The woman was enjoying seeing her husband suffer in this manner, she knew he
had a morbid fear of strong, female teachers. Apparently when he'd been in his
last years at school a new female teacher had arrived, she was an attractive
but fearsome, stern woman, who put the fear of God into those slackers and
wastes of time, like him. She had picked on him, abused him even beat him, but
he'd deserved it, and he'd never forgotten her, she had scared the lad and now
the man he was.

But here and now, this current woman, Tanya, was very good and she knew
exactly how to treat her husband, and after this session he would never forget
her birthday, ever again! Yes, Tanya was good as the sound of her cane coming
down hard on the man's bear rear filled the room WHACK! OOOWWWHHH! WHACK!
ARRRHHHH! The two 'extra schoolgirls' were also very good, they would go some
way to make up for his lack of effort for her birthday. But the wife did
wonder what her husband would be like if he ever came across his old stern
teacher again, now that would be 'interesting!'

Harry, somehow, managed to pull himself away from this and onto the last
mirror, that looked into a medical type hospital room. On one side of the room
was a hospital bed, empty and on the opposite side an examination type table
with a man strapped to it. He was frantically struggling and trying,
unsuccessfully to break himself free, but he was bound far too tight. Next to
the table was Aunty Kim, dressed in a somewhat very tight almost rubber
looking, blue uniform! A one-piece outfit that was short, showing off her good
legs and with a plunging neckline where her breasts were on full show.

In her hands and holding it up was a very large and quite nasty looking
'interment?' It had a long needed and looked like a ... ... 'no surly not?'
Next to Aunty Kim was another woman, the man's long suffering girlfriend, she
had one of those 'doctor' white coats on, as she was determined to be up close
and part of her 'beloveds' very special time here at the De'vour ladies house
of ... ... !

Harry shuddered as his Aunt leant forward and got closer to the man ARRRRRRR!
It wasn't a pretty sight and God knows what this man had done to upset the
woman in the white coat, but he would not do that, or a lot of other things,
ever again! Harry carried on watching as Aunty Kim and the 'doctor' now
grabbed the man and ... ... !

A short while later and Jessica was looking for her Son 'where was he? He had
better not be ... ... ' "Arh there you are!" Jessica had walked into the
kitchen area on the 'green side' of the building and found Harry sat at the
table with a cup of tea in his hands. "Come on or we will be late" Harry
pretended to finish off his drink, got up and placed the bone-dry cup in the
sink then followed his Mum to the door. He'd been so taken in by everything he
had seen he'd almost lost all sense of time, after watching Aunty Kim 'finish
off' he'd suddenly remembered that his Mum might be looking for him. So had
made his way back as quick as he could.

He'd managed to sneak into the kitchen as his Mum had come down the stairs
without seeing him, picked up a cup from the side and sat down as if he'd been
there all the time. Luckily he seemed to have got away with it, but it had
been close!

As they left Harry's mind wondered back to everything he'd seen, his Aunt's,
his Cousin's and that silly grin appeared back on his face. His Mother noticed
this, but somehow Jessica thought that it was even wider and more obvious now
'what had Harry been up to in there?' The lad, still in his slight stupor of
delight, got into his Mother's car, all those thoughts still rolling around
inside his head. Jessica was about to get in but stopped as she noticed
another car enter the cul-de-sac. The car pulled up and a slightly shifty man
got out, he looked around as if nervous and even a bit frightened and then
made his way towards the far left hand red door and the 'clients' entrance.

But there was something about 'this' man, something that Jessica recognised,
the woman slammed her hand down on the top of her car, inside Harry hadn't
noticed, his young mind was still elsewhere. So, he was still unaware of his
Mother heading, at pace, towards the man as he approached the red door, the
man was more focused on getting to the door as discreetly as possible and
hadn't had a good look around. If he had done so he would have seen Jessica
stood there, so it was quite a surprise, a shock to him, when WHACK!

As the woman got in close to the unprepared man, her arm came back, her hand
tightened and she drove her clenched fist hard into the side of the man. There
was a sharp, hurting and stunning pain that seemed to appear out of nowhere in
the side of the man's body, so painful that it made him stumble and dropped
him down onto his knees there on the pavement. The bright red door in front of
him was just as vibrant as the pain he now felt, then a second later and there
was more hurt and agony for him as ARRRRHHHH!

His head was yanked backwards, a hand had grabbed onto his hair and ripped it
rearwards so he was now looking up at his assailant, a woman. But this was a
woman he already knew and he was a man that Jessica had already warned once
not to be sent back to this house 'or else!' Nathanial had been a bit of a
'naughty' boy previously, in fact he'd been a down right horrible man. His
wife had caught him after going through his phone and finding incriminating
text messages from his secretary! The woman's lover had told her about the
'service' the De'vour ladies offer and so sent her husband here to be properly
chastised.

Nathanial had been seen by a certain Lady called 'Jessica' and now she was
very, very upset that he's been sent back, "have you been bad, again?" Jessica
was not impressed, once with her should be enough, but this man obviously need
a harsher 'talking too' about his behaviours!

Jessica now dragged the man, still by his hair, up to the red door, she kicked
it open and hauled the now terrified man inside!

By now Harry was out of his little day dream and still in the car he'd been
watching the 'goings on' in the rear-view mirror, and seen what his Mother had
just done 'Oh!' The lad sat there for a moment pausing and in deep thought, he
wondered to himself just how long his Mother might be and if he should just
sit there and wait in the car? But then again she might be a long time, so
maybe Harry should just go back inside and wait in there and if he was inside
he might just go and she what his Cousin's and Aunt's where up to now. Now
there was a thought ... ... !