Too Good to Be True

As with most of my stories, the focus will be on Female Domination but will stray into other areas I have mainly bypassed so far.

As always, all persons in the story are imagined, with any similarity to anyone living or dead being purely coincidental. None of the characters are under 18.

I am still doing editing work for writers in Literotica, and, if you like my style, and need your stories looked over, please feel free to message me. I usually get stories back to you in about a week.

Too Good to be True. Chapter 09.

Diane was ready around Noon to go to the city and Bron wanted to go with her. Louise and Sarah had decided to stay at The Chateau and fit out the "new residents" with their new 'uniforms'.

Bron had told her Mom to drop her off at a specific mall where a shop she used regularly was that would probably have all the items she needed. She had decided not to tell her Mom or Louise what she had planned, as she was not 100% sure it would work, but she was 90% sure, and that was close enough.

Diane had given Louise instructions for Ben and the boys which Louise would carry out with relish. She liked to see the faces of new slaves when they realised their previous lives had disappeared!

She knew Ben was still down in the cellars so sent slave No 1 to go and get him. Ben was grateful to be unchained and had to stand holding a table for a few minutes as his legs and feet were refusing to hold him upright. He was taken upstairs in the elevator and left in the "Drawing Room" on the ground floor. "Sit, stay!" was all No 1 said to him.

Ben looked around the room, astonished such luxury existed in the same building as the cellars that he had spent all his recent time in. There were paintings on the wall, but he did not recognise them as 'Masters' (even though 2 were) and everything was opulent and looked as if it had all been there for hundreds of years (it had!)

No 1 left and went up to the bedroom to fetch James and Simon and found them tucked up in bed, still chained together and now cuddled together, with James as the big spoon. He shook James by the shoulder, waking both brothers and said they needed to get up to go and see their dad.

"We can go and see dad?" James asked, which was answered in the positive, by No 1 who was unlocking the padlocks behind the headboard. They unchained themselves and followed him, going down in the elevator to the ground floor and along the corridor to the Drawing Room.

"DAD, DAD," they both cried, "Are you ok?" Simon ran to his dad, not even noticing that all three of them were all stark naked, or that James had the remains of an erection! The relief at being together again, overruled any other considerations.

"How about You both? Simon, your eyes look awful. What happened?

"You have 5 minutes then the Ladies will be here for you. Remember to behave and be polite!" No 1 said, before leaving the room.

"Where are we? James asked, before Simon launched into a long spiel telling their dad what had happened to him. James continued by telling his story and about what he had been through (although omitting the bits about Bron smothering him with her pussy, and her breasts), the 'dream' of their office being cleared of its furniture on Friday night, which he thought now, might not have been a dream?

"No, I guess it was not a dream!" Ben replied, "Diane is behind this for sure, and I think we might find out what is happening today sometime!"

"Do you think we should try and get out of here, or find the servants and see if they can help us? James asked, looking for guidance.

"I am not sure we can go far with no clothes and no ideas. There might be a car somewhere, or even bikes, but we do not know which way to go. It seems like Diane had things planned very well to take all three of us so easily and probably clear all our stuff from the offices, so I doubt she would just leave us here if she thought we might be able to escape."

'Escape?' The word had just fallen into the sentence, but it did appear they had been captured.

Two of their captors were walking along the corridor to the Drawing Room and were about to serve up the biggest surprise any of the three could possibly imagine.

"Well, Hello Boys!" Louise said, entering the room with Sarah behind her.

"Waiting for us?

"You had better have a really good excuse for kidnapping us and assaulting us and......."

"Shut UP!" Louise shouted at Ben, who had spoken first.

"Firstly, I will tell you what will be happening, and YOU will all obey! Then you can get dressed and have a walk around, figuring out where you are, and how beautiful this place is.

"What? What are you saying....?" Ben started, but stopped speaking when he saw that Sarah had fetched a box from under the window and was sorting out the contents.

"We took the liberty to get you all measured up while you were 'resting', so.... We have your new clothes. You can collect other things you will need later."

"Sit!" Sarah said, pointing to the long Chesterfield sofa, "Ben at one end, James at the other. Simon you can have the chair. Louise will now explain all to you, well, all you need to know, so shut up and listen!"

Louise took a seat opposite where the men were now seated and started to speak.

"As you have, no doubt, realised, you have been kidnapped, but we do not like that word. We prefer 'reassigned' and you will now all work here, for Mom and us. This is NOT debatable. You have had a gentle beating each, in different ways, but be assured we would be extremely happy to up the intensity and give any of you a REAL beating if you like. We are NOT 'dainty little girls' anymore and are more than capable of taking you to a level of pain you have never even considered. And you, except James, have seen what your accommodation downstairs is like. It is all sound-proofed, so shouting will not help. You will be free to roam around the house and grounds, within limits! The rooms on this floor are used for different purposes; this room for meetings, the dining room for meals, the study and offices are 'Out of Bounds' unless one of us takes you in there. Basically, if a door is locked, you are not allowed in there!

You will be fed and 'looked after' depending on your behaviour. Good behaviour and doing what you are told without repetition will mean you will eat with the rest of the slaves; bad behaviour means you will eat downstairs and will have whatever has been left from the meals up here. You all look like you need all the food you can get, so consider that before you decide to either complain or argue."

Louise stopped talking and nodded to Sarah, before continuing "....... Remember that last bit, right now!"

Sarah took out three bags which had been labelled with Ben, James and Simon's names. She threw them to their owner and placed the box back by the window.

"Inside the bags, which you may now open, is your new attire! It looks a bit limited, but you will find once you are outside, that it will suffice. The weather here is usually very warm, and if you think about it, there would be no point in 'reassigning' you if we were just going to let you come to harm. Now, get dressed, I am finished with seeing your 'limitations'.

Sarah laughed.

The three shook out their bags revealing just 4 items for each.

"You must be joking............" Simon started, before Louise cut him off.

"This is your ONLY warning! I said NO complaints or arguments. Mom, Me and Bron, along with Sarah, are actually very nice people when you are good. We are NOT nice people when you moan! Mom has a particular dislike for complaints as well!"

"Just put them on, boys," Ben said, looking at his sons. He had seen the items and knew they would be ridiculous, BUT they were not in any position to argue. When they found out the limitations of where they were, things would change. They could make plans to escape!

The contents of each bag were roughly the same; a pair of soft shoes, a brown tabard with a number on, and diaper pants - adult size!

"Get on with it!" Sarah liked giving orders......!

The three dressed themselves, putting the shoes on last, and looked at each other. They looked ridiculous with the diaper pants on, but at least they did fit properly. The tabards were fairly loose, but what concerned Ben the most was the shoes. They were very thin with soft soles and looked like they were only designed for indoor use. If they tried to escape the shoes would not last long on gravel or tarmac. Time to think about that later!

He noticed that his tabard had the number 6 on it, with James wearing 7 and Simon 8. The reason for the numbers would, no doubt, be revealed sometime.

"SO, off you go, have a look around........... oh, whoops! Silly me! I forgot about these. Diapers down!"

The men looked at each other, then at Louise who held 3 black plastic boxes in her hand.

"These are your very own shock collars, especially adapted for us by a friend for human use and will help you a lot with your training. They have a range of over a half mile and the power to drop you to the ground as though you have been kicked in the balls by a mule. I suggest you do not try to undo or remove them, as there are sensors inside that have been programmed to set off shocks if they are removed. I will not warn you again, if you try to beat the system with these, you WILL suffer, and very badly!"

Sarah smiled as she watched Louise attach Ben's collar, around his cock and balls of course, pulling the elasticised cable tight and inserting a small padlock into the two ends so they could not come apart. It fit snugly behind his balls against his groin. "We will refit them once you have had a chance to shave."

Louise took the other two to the brothers and fitted both with no complaints.

"Before you go, I will just show you a little test, so you do not feel like you should test them."

"Ben!" she said, making them think she would shock him, "You......."

"AAAARRRGGHHH" Simon dropped to the floor, convulsing.

"Whoops, sorry, I meant to say, Ben, You choose who gets zapped, but it went off before I was ready for it to!" Louise said, with a broad grin, suggesting she had zapped Simon deliberately.

"Pick him up and off you go! He will be fine in a few minutes."

Sarah added "Have a look around and remember the half mile range. If you go beyond the limit, it will go off and zap you, and there are no warning signs out there, so keep well inside the range. I will tell you though, that there are no houses for at least 10 miles in any direction so do not even consider running away.

"Finally," Louise said, "make sure you know your way around the gardens, and the house, then come to find us by the pool in 25 minutes. YES, I know you do not have your watches, so judge the time as best you can. There will be a punishment for every minute you are back early, OR late! We WILL be testing you on certain places and landmarks in the grounds, so decide if you will all go together, or split up. Off you go!"

They left the two women and followed the corridor to the main reception and tried the big double doors. They were open, suggesting security was not needed here!

"So, do we go together or apart? Ben asked. "The downside to splitting up is that we may get back to the pool at different times; the downside to staying together is if we can see enough of the grounds to find everything."

"I say we stay together," said James, and Simon nodded in agreement. His sight was ok again now, but his eyes were hurting. James still had a bit of a headache, and neither wanted to be by themselves.

Bron had found the store she wanted to visit and was delighted to find a friend working there. She explained what she needed and found they had everything and even had a couple of the items on discount. Her Mom would be shocked, but Bron was feeling pleased with herself. She promised her friend that she would keep her up to date with Bron's project.

Diane had made her way to their work offices, basically to check everything that said that Ben and the boys had ever been there was cleared out. She found a couple of named mugs, so took them to dispose of in a bin somewhere. Other than that, the removals team had done a good job and the offices were as empty as they had been 2 weeks ago. She swapped over the security tapes, just in case anyone checked, and filed the old disks in some CD boxes that were standing on a shelf. All record of them had gone, and Diane knew that the girl in the Patisserie across the square would not say anything.

Now she just had to collect some things she had pre-ordered, then go and pick up Bron, and Baz, and head back home.

She always regarded The Chateau as 'home' even though she did have a house in the city which she used during the week. It was tiresome to drive the 50 miles or so to The Chateau every night.

Bron had texted to say she had done all the shopping she needed and was ready to be collected. Diane told her to get a sandwich and a drink (and one for her) because she would be at least 30 minutes collecting Baz.

Collecting Baz proved to be 'collecting Baz PLUS ONE'. This was not as planned and Diane was furious, but she could not say no as they had agreements with Baz that he would probably share freely if annoyed, and the whole of how The Chateau worked, depended on secrecy and privacy. She had the party planned for tonight to 'welcome' their new residents and having Baz there had been taking a chance; now there was another person she did not even know! Words would be exchanged later.

She drove to the mall and collected Bron, helping her put the purchases in the trunk, and having a word with her about their unexpected guest! Bron had no idea who it was and that Baz had mentioned nothing - the sneaky rat!

They all set off for The Chateau, with Diane still furious and trying to think of how to get around this extra person. She was not concentrating and when you lose concentration you stop doing things right.

Diane found this out when a police cruiser pulled in behind her and put on the 'Blues and Twos', causing her to pull over. Why did she not have the normal car with the Diplomatic plates! Her plans for today looked to be shot!

One of the cops got out of their cruiser and made his way to Diane's car, looking into the back window, resting on the wing as though he was tired, then got to the driver's window and found it open. Diane wanted to be away from here as soon as possible and had her window open, license and insurance in her hand, ready to get moving. The officer asked if she knew why he had stopped her? She said she did not, so he advised her she had just run a red light! He took the proffered documents, ignoring her huge cleavage directly in his view and asked if it was her car and if she was the registered driver. He glanced at the occupants of the car, expecting nothing much to be of interest, but something was!

He handed the insurance back to Diane, and said he needed to check her license. His colleague had got out of the car - perhaps they had a pre-planned signal - waiting for the driver to return. The driver cop held up the license, showing his partner what he was going to do and walked to his open door, getting on his radio and asking someone something. He finished the conversation and started back to the driver's side of Diane's car. His partner had moved to the rear of it and waited there. Diane watched him return and began to panic when she saw him unclip his holster.

"Ma'am, I am going to have to ask you to turn off the vehicle and exit the car, please!" Diane did the same as everyone else in this situation, and asked "Is there a problem, officer!?".

"Please just get out of the car. Keys please!"

Diane looked at Bron who had a slightly shocked look on her face too. She opened the door and handed the keys to the officer.

"Please move to the back of the car and place your hands on the trunk!" Diane was beyond shocked now, trying to figure out what the problem could be.

The partner cop opened Bron's door and asked her to get out too, and to assume the same position as 'the other lady'. She did as asked, looking at her Mom's totally perplexed countenance.

Moving between them, at the rear of the car, the partner cop took both Diane and Bron to the cruiser and asked them to get into the back, holding the door open for them, and quietly saying, "Nothing to worry about Ma'am / Miss. Just stay here!" and then closing the door.

The police approached Diane's car from the rear and drew their firearms. Taking the normal crouched pose, gun held in front of them with two hands the driver cop shouted; "Out of the car, Hands up, SLOWLY!"

Nothing happened for a moment as the two occupants seemed to be involved in an argument and then the door behind the driver's seat opened. "Slowly, sir! Do you have a weapon?"

Baz got out of the car slowly holding his hands up and said he did not have a weapon. "Step to the side, please, sir"

The other door remained shut with the occupant, Baz' friend, deciding not to get out.

Holding his position the driver cop again asked the occupant to leave the car slowly. His partner grabbed the door handle and pulled it open. "OUT," she shouted, gun pointed at the lone occupant. "Hands up, get out slowly, hands on the roof!"

The occupant still thought about it but slowly started to get out. He stood and put his hands on the roof. "Any weapons, a knife or anything?"

"In my right boot!" he said. She grabbed her cuffs and pulled the man's arm behind him then took the other and cuffed them together. She then ducked down and found the knife, just a little one - possibly even legal - and placed it on the roadside. Her partner came around the car and took the man to the cruiser. He released the door and allowed Diane and Bron to scramble out, both through the one door, not waiting for him to open the other side. The man was then placed in the cruiser, and the door shut again.

"Sorry Ma'am / Miss. I recognised this man from multiple warrants he has, but he has a habit of taking a hostage so I wanted to get you out of harm's reach before alerting him. Sorry to have worried you."

"No problem, officer," Diane said, somewhat relieved herself, "glad you were able to save us." She had let her voice get a bit higher, sounding happy she had been 'rescued'.

The partner cop had bagged up the knife and was now back at the cruiser. "All done." she said.

She said they could go back to their car, casting more than a glance at both Diane and Bron's breasts. She strolled back to the cruiser with a slight smile on her face. Her partner would get some grief about 'saving the two women because they had huge tits'. Cops liked stories like that! The driver cop called to Diane to stay focused in future and no running red lights. She acknowledged him and said thanks - happy she was not getting a ticket.

Diane and Bron got back in the car. Baz got in the back, to be faced with a volley of abuse from Diane. "Sorry, sorry, I didn't know! Really! He is someone I have known for years, but I did not know about the knife and hostages and stuff!" His falsetto tone had returned, clearly upset and worried about what had happened.

"Just shut the fuck up!" Bron said, turning to face the front again. "Mom, are we good, or do we need to take Baz back?"

"Baz, can you behave tonight?"

"Yes, I promise. I am sorry, really, sorry. I had no idea!"

"Yes, we got that!"

They put their seatbelts back on and set off again. Baz worried, Bron fine and Diane relieved that nothing bad had happened to her. She had not really any history of committing any offences, unless you counted sort of the involuntary kidnapping of Ben and his sons!"

Bron reached back towards Baz and handed him a hood. "Put this on now. The Chateau is a private place for us, and it is better you do not know where it is exactly."