Winterstead
Chapter One
Madam Zee looked out from her office window onto the lawns below there at Winterstead Residential Home for those in the, well, winter of their lives. Always with a sense of immense satisfaction she found it in those occasional moments of reflection on where she was in the moment. The control, the power she exercised over others now was something her grandfather only dreamed of back in the last days of the Third Reich, working with other electronic scientists as he did. With relevant connections maintained through descendants, the work of her grandfather and his associates had, at last, evolved.. With it of course came the untold wealth, yet somehow this never seemed that relevant. Simply a by-product of the power that beget it, and it was the power that it was only ever about. As she was pondering this circumstance yet again, she noticed a vehicle travelling up the drive to the building, one she did not recognise, and was not expecting. She saw it park and two figures alight from it. A rather attractive blonde woman and a somewhat overweight male companion, slightly shorter than her, they were an odd couple Madam Zee felt, yet despite this they were also looking somewhat official. She observed them until out of sight heading for the main entrance. Within a minute there was a knock at her office door. “Come!” she shouted. A tall, slim woman of African descent entered. Stunningly attractive, as every female working at the establishment actually was, wearing a skirt and blouse tight enough to emphasise the curves they contained. “Madam Zee, it’s the police downstairs. They’ve asked to see the manager. Your identity has not been disclosed as yet.” “Do you know what they want Cassandra,” Madam Zee asked. “It’s about two missing staff. They must have made a connection with the two….” Cassandra was replying, yet was interrupted before finishing her sentence. “What two?” Madam Zee asked. “I’m sorry, I understood that you were made aware. The two the Saudis bought,” Cassandra explained with an obvious tone of trepidation. “Bought! What do you mean bought?” “I’m sorry madam. I was told you knew. The Saudis wouldn’t deliver them back and offered a settlement to, er, retain them.” “On whose authority?” Madam Zee asked. “Valerie’s” Cassandra answered with no concern that she was placing responsibility on another. “Donnerwetter!” Madam Zee exclaimed, “Ich glaub mich knutscht ein Elch!” she added. “I’m sorry, madam, I don’t understand” said Cassandra. “I can’t believe it. This is precisely why there exists standing orders that no such transaction ever occurs, and never without my authority if it even would. We DO NOT SELL the subjects. I’ll deal with this, and Valerie later. Show the officers up will you?” “Yes, madam. I’m so sorry” Cassandra said as she backed out of the room.
Charlotte Dunn, Charley to her friends, was thirty-nine years of age with nineteen years’ police service behind her, the last five as Detective Inspector with the Regional Crime Squad. Blonde, five feet nine inches tall, with a figure that other women only dream about, and on the good looks scale those that offer a view say anyway between eight and nine out of ten. It was a standing joke though that every male officer she worked with only wanted to give her one. In the arse if they could! Beside her was Detective Constable Ray Simons. An inch shorter than Charley, but a waistline fifty per cent wider. At least ten pints of lager a session, and there were at least four a week over the years, had taken its toll. Fifty years of age he was, looking forward to retirement within the next nine months. They’d arrived at Winterstead to enquire into the background of two women, both twenty-five, who had gone missing a week apart within the past month. In isolation neither circumstance would have raised suspicion, but when it was discovered that neither had any family alive, had just the one mutual friend who reported their absence, and that they worked together here at the Residential Home, the connection was one that required further investigation. Standing outside the office of one Zara Braun, Charley had an image of who she was about to meet. She could not have been more out of tune with her instincts.
The PA Cassandra showed them both in. The woman sitting at the desk on the other side of the room with her back to a large window rose and moved towards them. Charley put her at about fifty five, but knew she was likely older.. Slim, about Charley’s height, immaculately dressed, manicured and hair-styled, a sort of brunette bob. The woman of maturity before her would, she thought, be described as handsome. “I’m Madam Zara, how may I assist you here?” she said. Charley spoke for both officers, “I’m Inspector Dunn, and this is Detective Constable Simons, Regional Crime Squad. We’re investigating the disappearance of two woman who both worked for you here; Cindy Waters and Denise Carter, and would like to ask you some questions if you wouldn’t mind?” “Certainly officer, if you’d each care to sit on the sofa there I’ll be opposite you on the other” Madam Zee responded, adding “Cassandra, tea for our guests, that’s if you care to officers?” Simons got in first; “That’ll be nice thank you,” whilst Charley simply nodded. Madam Zee continued as they all sat, “Yes, I know of the two women, if you’d ask away with what it is you wish to know,” whereupon Charley explained that the two woman were last identified on street CCTV heading in the direction of the Home, each catching the bus which would have stopped in the country lane close to the entrance. She asked for, and Madam Zee provided, brief details of their employment history that she knew without reference to anything elsewhere, during which time Cassandra had returned with tea for the three, Simons drinking it down almost in one caring not for the heat of the liquid that must surely have burnt his mouth, Charley felt. She sipped hers to a finish as she continued questioning Madam Zee along the usual lines in such a case. She then felt a little strange. A loss of visual focus, a sudden sense of exhaustion completely debilitating her. She had only a moment to notice Simons beside her had fallen back on the sofa staring ahead, blankly, before she too found herself in much the same position. Strangely, despite feeling so tired and actually unable to move, her eyes remained open, and she could hear Madam Zee quite clearly. “We are taking some risk here” she said, “But I have considered the potential in having you join us here in service to our enterprise, and this is the first stage of such a path. The drug in the tea you’ve just drunk has impaired your ability to move whilst at the same time making your minds more susceptible to stage two of the Process, which my associate Doctor Smitt will arrange whilst you are seated, and there he is” she said as she heard Smitt enter the room. “Smitt. Come on over. They are all yours”. “Thank you Madam Zee. This won’t take more than thirty minutes, but before they leave you know stage three will be necessary to ensure the Process completes?” Smitt didn’t need to remind her, yet Madam Zee confirmed, “Yes, once I’m certain stage two has taken effect I’ll send them along”. As Madam Zee turned towards her desk, Smitt was already placing headphones and VR devices onto the heads of the two officers. He then placed a small electronic device on Madam Zee’s desk and said “when you are ready”. “Thank you” she replied, pressing a red button on the device. Nothing more noticeable than a single green light illuminating on the VR devices was apparent. “I’ll remove the devices once the Process completes Smitt. Thank you,” Madam Zee said, and Smitt replied “I’ll be in the lab if you need me”, before making his way out of the office. Exactly thirty minutes later the green lights extinguished, and a short alarm sounded on the device in front of Madam Zee. She moved towards the two subjects sitting a few feet away and removed the devices from their heads, before sitting down on the sofa opposite. Stage two complete, she considered. Now to ensure that the first two stages of conditioning had taken.
“You’ll feel a little hazy for a few moments you two, but it will clear.. How are you Inspector?” “I’m fine thank you madam.” “And you cuntstable” Madam Zee asked, amusing herself in her emphasise on the mis-pronounced first half of the rank. “A bit hazy as you said, but other than that fine, madam.” “Good, good”. She knew that their minds would have taken no conscious notice of the processing. As she tested their condition she knew also that they would take everything that occurred as normality, including instruction, and should object to absolutely nothing she directed them to do. She went on, “What’s your purpose?” “To serve you madam” they each said without hesitation. “Whose voice is the most important to you?” “Yours madam” they again responded without hesitation. “And you’ll do exactly what I tell you to do whenever I tell you, won’t you?” “Yes madam”. “Good, good”, she said again. “Constable, take your cock out and start masturbating whilst I ask the inspector here some questions, but do not come, ok?” “Yes, madam” he responded, and immediately undid his trouser zip to extract his less than average-sized member before commencing slow yet firm stroking with his right hand. “Inspector, tell me, are you married? Children? What do they do?” Madam Zee asked. “Yes I am, to Richard. Twenty years now, and we have a son, Paul, also in the Police Service as well. Richard is in IT”. “Do you love your husband inspector?” “Yes, very much” Charley responded, actually wondering why it shouldn’t be obvious. “Is the sex with him good?” Madam Zee asked. “Yes, very much so. We are still very active”. “That’s so important in a marriage” Madam Zee opined, and turning to Simons said “Quicken your strokes there constable, but still do not come, understand?” “Yes, madam” he replied as his hand began pushing and pulling faster a cock that had shown by now that its flaccid size belied the fact that it rose to attention to what might be argued is, after all, an average size. Madam Zee asked Charley “Inspector, what is your opinion of your subordinate here?” “I think he’s an ignorant misogynistic pig, actually. Overweight and unfit, and if I had my way he’d have been released from the Service long before now” Charley said unapologetically. “Are you drawn to him in any way physically though, inspector” Madam Zee enquired. “Not at all. Quite frankly he disgusts me” Charley answered. “I see” Madam Zee said, then added “You’re going to knell down in front of him and take his cock in your mouth for me now though, ok?” There was a momentary hesitation this time in Charley, before she said “Of course madam”, and moved to position herself in front of Simons. Once there, Simons removed his hand, and she lowered her mouth over his cock. “It’s important you enjoy that inspector. Now bring him to orgasm, and when you do you will hold the seed in your mouth, understand?” Charley pulled away and said “Yes, madam,” before returning again to the task at hand, and mouth, and started working away to bring him off as quickly as she could. “Come as soon as you can constable, there is more for us to have to arrange here and I wouldn’t want your prolonged absence from your duties to be too telling”. “I’m there madam, I’m there,” Simons almost shouted. “For fuck sake, I’m cumming…..” and with that the sudden, convulsive reaction in the male body to orgasm became only too evident as he shot his load into Charley’s mouth. His now acute heavy breathing more than indicative of an overweight, unfit man, and he said “thank you madam. Thank you very much”. Madam Zee ignored that, saying “Stand up now inspector.” She did. “Constable, open your mouth and tilt your head back. Inspector, spit what you have in your mouth into his now, go on”. Charley leaned forward, lined her mouth up with his, and spat the content into it. “Swallow constable” Madam Zee directed, and he did. “Good. Now we have a stage three to arrange because it’s very important that service to us here does not affect your everyday lives. You’ll subconsciously learn the keys to bring you into service, and how memory of your service will return when you are. You see, we try and separate the two aspects of your life, as it will be, so as not to compromise them, and to date the system has proved failsafe. It just requires a little more conditioning that you’ll undertake now. How does that sound?” “Ok with me madam” Simons responded, and Charley simply said “Fine, madam. Thank you”. “Now, go along to room twenty seven, where you’ll see Valerie, who will direct you. Before you go though, I want to ask, because this will be very important to you now at all times during your service. Tell me again, whose voice is the most important to you now?” “Yours madam” they said in unison. As they turned and left the room, Madam Zee picked up the phone on her desk. “Valerie. They’ll be with you shortly. Don’t bother with a portfolio for the male. No value there other than as a drone. The female on the other hand will prove worthwhile I feel. I know she’s much older than our usual subjects, but advertise her as we do, with a full portfolio, and await interest. Oh and yes, we need discuss what has occurred with the subjects our visitors were here to enquire about. I’m not interested in excuses. You’ll explain yourself fully, understand? Ok”. She replaced the receiver and reflected on the path matters had now taken, with just a little apprehension.
Charley had just sat down on the sofa in that living room of hers she hadn’t seen for three days what with the amount of hours she’d put in at work of late. Hubby Richard had begun to express some discontent at the situation, and he was in the kitchen filling the dishwasher when her mobile went off. “Charlotte Dunn” she answered. “Yes. I understand. Of course. Yes, I’ve got it. I’ll get prepared and leave immediately.” As she disconnected the call her face relaxed a little and she moved towards the kitchen door. Once there she looked towards her husband just moving away from the dishwasher. “All in” he said. “I’m so sorry darling, but I’ve been called back out” She told him. “But it’s almost nine for Christ’s sake, surely there’s someone else on call?” “It seems not” she replied. “I’ll be as quick as I can, I’ve just got to go upstairs and get ready”.
There’s money there for sure Charley considered as she approached the electronic gates of her destination, a large house set back about fifty metres from the country lane it was on. The gates opened automatically and she found an area not too far from the front door to park up. The door was in bright lipstick red, which amused her as it was exactly what she’d put on. She rang the bell. It took about a minute to be answered, and when it was, Charley found herself facing a woman of about sixty, a little shorter than her, and who could only be described as being of some standing given the expensive Dior dress she was wearing along with the jewellery and carefully arranged bouffant hairstyle. “Good evening. I’m Inspector Dunn from the Regional Crime Squad. I understand you have something for me to investigate?” “Yes, come in inspector” was the reply, “Mr King and I have been expecting you,” and as Charley entered the woman added “Yes, it’s my husband’s cock you’ll be closely investigating first,” raising a smile towards Charley as she said it. Charley responded “Yes, I understood that to be the case. Where will I find it?” “In the library dear. Follow me. Oh and I have to instruct you as well that my husband will be pissing on you at some point. It gives him a sense of power you see, which he thrives on, and I actually love observing it too.” “Fine. Anywhere in particular?” Charley asked as if it was in no way an unusual expectation. “Yes, darling, in your mouth of course, and you will swallow it. Understand?” “Yes, that’s fine. I’ll wait for him to tell me when” Charley confirmed, still following this woman, as she was, along the corridor to where her investigation would begin.
“Here she is Stanford. Isn’t she lovely?” “Oh yes. Yes, yes, yes. Very nice. Bit more mature than those younger sorts they usually send us”, Stanford King replied. “Let’s get a look at those tits first then” he added. “I’ll take your jacket inspector if you’ll do as Mr King says and get those tits out straight away then, and have a little play with them for us,” Mrs King instructed Charley. Once they were free from the confines of her bra, Charley began to fondle and massage her breasts as instructed. “Pull on those nipples dear” Mrs King told her, and as she did she began to feel a little horny. It reminded her that it must have been at least three weeks since she and Richard had actually made love. She’d gone down on him about a week or so ago, and swallowed. She knew he liked that, so maybe he can have a quick BJ later when she’d finished here. It shouldn’t take too long to investigate this rather rotund man’s cock she felt, looking directly at him as she pinched her nipples again, hard. And maybe he’d get around soon to giving her a taste of that piss as she was a little thirsty and they hadn’t as yet had the decency to offer her a drink. “Rub your clit as well love” demanded Mr King, but Mrs King pointed out “she hasn’t even got her skirt and panties off yet darling, slow down a bit”. “It’s standard procedure not to wear panties, madam” Charley explained, and as she began pushing down her skirt with Mr King’s latest instruction to rub her clit echoing in her mind, as well as “and turn round, bend over and show us your arse” he’d said, Charley looked at the clock on the wall and began to think maybe Richard’s thank-you-for-being-patient-with-me reward will likely have to wait until the morning now.
“Cassandra” Madam Zee called down the intercom system situated on her desk. “Yes, madam” a voice spoke back through it. “Come in here will you, and bring me the files again on those two the police were looking into”. “Yes madam. Right away”. A knock on the door within a minute was answered by Madam Zee “Come!” As Cassandra entered the room Madam Zee asked “Well, Cassandra, before we discuss those can you let me know what the feedback is on the police inspector. What’s it been, three service visits now?” “Yes, three. The Kings reported Thursday that she was perfect for their needs and want her again next week, actually, and Mrs Johnson, who she visited last night said she’d never had anyone lick her out, her words, like the inspector”. “Excellent. I had an incline that she would perform well. She’s due in again this afternoon with those details of her investigation so far we asked for, isn’t she?” “Yes, madam. 3pm.” “Now let’s have another look at who we’ve let slip through our fingers then to cause us this trouble with the authorities” Madam Zee said, and added “take a seat Cassandra. On the floor beside me if you will”.
The clock on Madam Zee’s desk showed 3.10pm precisely. “You’ve done well, inspector. This information will prove invaluable in our strategy to avoid detection. Yes, very well done indeed”. “Thank you madam”, Charley responded with a wide smile like a schoolgirl being told by teacher that she’d earned a gold star for her project. Madam Zee rose from her chair and moved in front of her desk, sitting back to rest her cheeks on the edge.. “Come. Kneel down beside me. Here” she directed as she pointed down to her left. Charley got up and positioned herself as she’d been told. As Madam Zee stroked the top of Charley’s head she explained “I thought you might be a problem, but it’s turned out very much not to be. As it is you seem to be quite popular and we’ll maybe have to make a decision on whether to engage you permanently”. She stood up and raised her skirt just enough to reveal stocking tops and suspenders, in black, but no panties. Madam Zee never wore panties. Past the age of those monthly issues, she wanted always to be ready to take her pleasure as and when she felt the urge, and quickly. She leaned back against the desk again, spreading her legs just enough for the skirt to rise again to allow easy access to where she required a tongue. “I have five minutes before I need attend a meeting. Come, pleasure me with your tongue. If you succeed in bringing me to climax there’ll be a reward. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” “Yes, madam. I would. Thank you”. As Charley moved round to face the area of her imminent attention, Madam Zee added “Wait. You must ask me nicely before you start mustn’t you?” Charley thought about that momentarily, before responding “Yes, of course. Please madam, may I lick your cunt?” “Yes, you may,” Madam Zee told her, and widening the gap a little further between her thighs she added, “now begin”. As Charley worked on the clit first to ensure its early arousal Madam Zee told her “Don’t forget the lips dear.. And the hole. Everywhere. I’ll tell you when to quicken”. Wondering what reward success at this very pleasurable task might entail, Charley worked her tongue with a passion, ensuring everywhere down there received the required attention. With increasing heaviness in her breathing, Madam Zee went on to say “We have a wonderful, charming guest here, inspector. Thomas is his name. Eighty-five years of age, but with the drive of a twenty-year old. Masturbates at least twice a day that we know of. You know, we showed him your portfolio. He positively drooled at the close-up of your arsehole.. Wanted to keep it he did, but clearing up after him twice a day was enough the staff felt, and so it was decided that the real thing was probably best for him. Tell me inspector, how would you like an eighty-five year old coming in your arse, because that’s what he wants to do?” Charley looked up somewhat wary at the suggestion. “I’m not sure. I am married. And actually don’t really like anal?” “But inspector, if I told you that you’d love it, you would, wouldn’t you?” “Yes, of course I would madam” Charley responded, not sure why she said she wouldn’t in the first place. “Well then. As it is, our Thomas has agreed to pay ten thousand a week to put his cock in your arse my dear, whenever you’re here, and we’ve told him that this would be at least twice, maybe three times a week, Ok?” “Ok” said Charley, still unsure of taking a cock in her arse, an old man’s cock at that, but deciding that as madam said she’d like it, why think that she wouldn’t? Just then the phone rang. “Oh dear” said Madam Zee, straightening up, pulling her clit away from the tongue that had been working so hard to bring her off. “I’d better take that. Hello.. Yes. Wait a moment. Inspector, go along to room twenty seven down the corridor and take further instruction from Valerie there. I’ll see you next time you’re here when maybe I’ll let you finish this off, as we didn’t quite get there, did we?” “Yes madam. No madam. I’m so sorry madam” Charley responded, already feeling somewhat deflated as she walked towards the door, concerned that somehow she’d missed out on the reward she’d been promised as she felt she’d learned only recently how to lick cunt as well as the next woman, maybe better, but more worrying was whether she’d really disappointed Madam Zee for she did feel that she was just seconds away from fully pleasing her. But there was going to be a next time. Madam said so. Next time she was going to ensure that she did not fail.