Mrs. Jason let her hand wander over to caress Robbys cheek, her long sleek nails tickling in a not unpleasent manner. "Your father is a real bastard Robby. See, Ruby here and I ran a florest shop in the down town area that is now undergoing city renewal. Your father, being a pillar of the community had no problem with a florist shop remaining among the ivory towers and plastic flowers, thought it would make it all a little warmer. Until he found out that below the shop, there was another sort of business. In the basement of the shoppe, we had transformed a dark and dank storage area into a dark and dank dungeon, where we could make the money to support the florist shop above". Mrs. Jason paused to take a long pull on her cigarette, opening her mouth and balling the smoke just outside long enough so that to Robby it seemed to be a solid object before sucking it into her lungs, leaving a wispy trace to flow up across her face. "That's when the trouble started Robby," smoke was flowing with every word out of her mouth, then she pursed her lips and blew the remaining volume hard out the side of her mouth, so that the pressure of the escaping smoke hit the tiger balm still on his now singed cock, his body jerking from the stimulation. "Your purantanical, egotistical, selfish father found out about the Dungeon from a commitee worker that dabbled in the BDSM community. He immediately withdrew our business license, doubled the rent on the lease, even had the police dropping drug users and homeless at our front door. Vandalism occured in the middle of the night. In the hopes of setting things right, I swallowed my pride a bit and went to negociate with your dad". Ruby had begun cleaning up Robby's cock with a ice cold washcloth that she was dipping in ice water, her newly lit brown cigarette dangling from her mouth as the contrast of the heat of the cream and the frigid water sent paroxyms of shivers across his spine and he whined through the ball gag still tight in his mouth. "Your father was totally unreasonable, called me a lowlife whore who took advantage of the psychologically unfit and warped them further. I tried to reason but he shot down every argument like it was a personal vendetta. In exhasperation I lit a cigarette and he yelled like a boot camp sergeant at me to put it out, how disgusting and unhealthy can you be, that i am punishing myself for punishing the mentally ill". Mrs Jason took a drag upon her cigarette, and let the smoke trikle across Robby's bare chest, suddenly plunging the butt of it out on his left nipple, grinding the stub into his burning flesh. "He gave me an idea. Since he took away what meant most to me in life, why not let him suffer the same loss, I would take his son. Not for money, no, but to let him feel the loss I had felt, and second to corrupt his son, make him into the very thing his father so despises. Of course, a little money out of the deal isn't going to hurt us one bit either sweety." Mrs. Jason pulled the pillowcase back over his head, tied it securely, and together, Ruby and Mrs. Jason departed, leaving Robby terrified in the dark silence.
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