Best Served Cold A revenge Tale.
By Jmojocat
On a hill near the ocean was a nondescript green house set back along a forest. Dr. Marcus Taylor a scientist strode out his front door and onto his lawn. Behind him followed Indira, a 25 year old half Indian and half Persian woman. Indira wore a black French maid dress with billowing ruffles, fishnet stockings, a white apron the contrasted against her olive complexion, and shiny black heels that click clacked on the tiles as she walked fast
Indira was his devoted obedient servant. A push of the button on the device insured that and the erasure of her memories of her former life. His puppet, his doll only lived to obey and fulfill his every desire. Her expression was as blank as her mind.
The Porsche SUV pulled to a stop in the large driveway. Marcus took a deep breath and prepared himself against the coming storm. It will be over soon enough he told himself. His fingers caressed the small device In his pocket the size of a car alarm fob. The instrument of his revenge.
Marcus an intelligent man. A man who had everything going for him except for the love of his family. Sent away by his grandmother’s manipulation of his adopted mother. Shuttled from boarding school to boarding school, never knowing a home. They would pay each and everyone of them.
The first to emerge from the Vehicle was Ashley, Marcus’s adopted sister. The tall athletic woman had her red hair in a braid that hung over her shoulder. The spoiled socialite wore a simple shirt and yoga pants that looked deceptively simple but cost enough to feed a small family for a year. She lowered her sunglasses enough to take in her big brother, then rolled her eyes and replaced them.
“You look like shit Marcus” She said refusing to acknowledge him as her brother. “Hello Ash, obnoxious as ever I see” Marcus returned the barb.
Next to exit the vehicle was Martha, Marcus mother. Until a week ago she was the CFO of the Gaines Darden corporation, the family business. Martha had stepped down to make way for Ashley. Martha was a beautiful and intelligent woman. Her husband the love of her life was killed in a car accident while they were bringing Marcus home from the orphanage. Martha’s own mother manipulated her to believe it was his fault her beloved was dead, thus focusing herself into work and casting Marcus away. Even now her disinterest in Marcus was palatable.
Martha was tall, around five foot eight inches. Her dark brown hair with strings of grey was in a messy bun. Her green eyes a family trait shown behind her glasses. Her blue peasant blouse hung against her ample breasts. Her linen pants though lose enough were tight against her ass. She wore simple gold bracelets and flat shoes. Always function over form. Her gaze found Marcus but any love or warmth in her heart died the second her beloved did.
He was nothing but an ugly reminder of her husbands death. She never forgave him, never wanted to, and ignored him his entire life. She didn’t look at Marcus. She walked to the other side of the car, opened the door and stood back.
The last occupant of the vehicle stepped out. Amelia Gaines Darden, Marcus’s grandmother and former owner of the Gaines Darden Empire. The family matriarch and overlord of everything she surveyed.
Due to her Greek heritage and her workout regiment she looked in her late fifties to early sixties not the 75 years of her age. She was intimidating and brutal. Her business practices had taken her father’s small company and grew it into its current state. She wanted for nothing and cared less about people. She was almost six feet tall, chubby called buxom by most. Her curly grey white hair hung just below her shoulders.
Amelia wore a grey linen pantsuit with a pair of heels. Her green eyes sparkling from beneath her glasses. The only jewelry she wore was a string of perfectly matched pearls that rested on the top of her breasts. Her lips, painted dark red, parted as she greeted her grandson in a voice dripping with disdain. “Well, Marcus, is this shack the biggest thing your science could buy?” She sneered.
Amy smiled at the joke. Martha smiled but refused to look at her son. Marcus shook his head. Indira watched with a glassy expression. “I like your pet Marky, did you make her in the lab? Or did she follow you home?” Amy joked then laughed.
“Listen boy, we are hear to use the bathroom, refill our water bottles, then move on” Amelia said. “Faster the better” said Martha under her breath.
Marcus decided he had heard enough and pressed the button on the device. Almost instantly the three women shivered then froze for a second. “Boy? Where is the bathroom? We have been on the road for a while” Amelia said absently and the other women nodded. “Indira show the ladies to the bathrooms” Marcus said calmly. “Of course, right this way” Indira said mechanically her British accent forgotten with the rest of her memories.
Marcus watched the women walk away. There was no going back. He poured himself a coffee, went to the living room, sat, and waited.
After a few minutes, his phone chimed with multiple text messages. Nine photos. A selfie of each of their faces, staring ahead with a mindless blank expression. A selfie of their breasts: Amy’s perky, Martha’s ripe melons with a little sag, and Amelia’s overripe melons with thick eraser sized nipples. The final picture was of each woman’s crotch: Amy’s neatly trimmed landing strip, Martha’s think dark brown bush with strands of grey, and finally Amelia’s thinning bush the same grey-white as her hair with her scalloped lips peaking from behind.
Indira returned to her master’s side awaiting her next instructions.
As Marcus stared in fascination at the pictures in awe and disgust. Seeing the women who hard hurt him and scared his soul undone before him made him both hard and uncomfortable.
Marcus had to work quick to bind them.
Marcus took a selfie of his own and sent it with a message of his own. “This is the face of your Master. You will obey without question. What I tell you to think, you will think it. When I tell you to feel, you will feel it. You are empty shells. You are my property. Indira will collect you and you will follow her instructions”
Marcus sat and waited. After a few minutes he received a text “I obey” from the 3 women.
Marcus turned to Indira. “You know what to do.” He said with a smile and she nodded then left to prepare her new dolls to be played with.