Women Tied Up!

The brunette on the right is 33 years old and the wife of a software developer. She has one kid and likes to get involved in her sons school. She is sold to brothel in Guatemala.

The blonde in the middle is 27 years old and though she can’t get pregnant, her and her car dealership owning husband have adopted three kids. Every week, she helps to feed the homeless. And Arab prince from Jordan bought her.

The blonde on the right is 23 and is a newly wed. Her husband works at his rich daddy’s law firm and although he has no talent, gets paid lots of money because of his father. She spends her days shopping and looking pretty. She is sold a snuff film.

Ick, the above is too harsh a caption for me.  Besides, it doesn’t explain why they were gathered in someone’s dining room.  Let’s see what I think would be a better caption.  Maybe something from the Exec2Sec universe…?

L-R: A former contract lawyer for a firm of architects, a former Vice President in Charge of Sales for a toy manufacturer and a former CEO of a long-haul trucking company.  They also were partners in a small startup when they were just out of college.  When they found themselves neighbors in the gilded cage of a gated community, all the trophy wives of men newly promoted under the New Order, they were soon bored out of their skulls.

They decided to start a little mail-order company selling hand-made soaps.  Nothing big, just something to pass the time, and maybe make some money they could give to a charity without their husbands finding out.

Since a woman can’t own even a small mail-order business under the New Order, Cheryl, the lawyer, persuaded her 18-year-old stepson to sign the papers of incorporation.  He only wanted a measly 20% of their net for the onerous job of signing a piece of paper once a year.

If he’d been smart, he could have gotten half the profits, and into his stepmother’s pants (and maybe those of her partners, too), and had the late adolescence of his dreams.  Instead, he had to go and buy himself a flashy new motorcycle with his first check, and of course he hadn’t given a moment’s thought to explaining to Dad how he’d paid for it.

Within two days, the Eli Whitney Soap Company was out of business for good, and its officers got to hold one last board meeting.

Not only could the women all have gone to some unspeakable Female Penitentiary for a good long time, but their husbands would have been considerably embarrassed, and might have lost promotions and bonuses as a result.  So instead, the men decided between them to simply sell all three of them to a brothel in Fredonia that one of them had a quarter-share in.

A disappearance is less of a scandal than a trial, and more quickly forgotten.

Hmmm, that came out pretty dark, too….

Let me try that one again.  Maybe at the Academy…?

“Frank, chill out, you look terrible.  Come on, man, don’t be having second thoughts.  The worst is over, we got the girls to come over and Bill and Fran helped us tie them up.  The truck from the Academy will be here any minute, and then they’ll be out of our hair for eight weeks and when they come back, they’ll all be made over like Franny was.

“Just think of it: Irene and Dolores and Vyrna, all made over the way Fran is.

“Come on, sit down, drink this.  No, seriously, drink it.  Settle your nerves.  I’m telling you, it’s gonna be fine.

“Think about what Irene’s going to look like when she comes back.  You said you wanted her to get hooters like Franny’s, right?  Well, she’s gonna, just the ones you picked out from the catalog.  And she won’t be hiding them away, either: she’ll be wearing those tube tops and halters you like, the ones she says make her ‘look like a whore’.  She’ll be wearing ‘em for you, and she’ll be your personal whore, besides!

“Yeah, that’s it, Frank.  You’re committed all the way, might as well enjoy the ride.”

There, that’s not too bad.  Only just bad enough, the way I like it….

Michelle & Miranda in Stuck Up Bitches=Fun Bondage Playthings