<strong>The Brothel - Maria Xantelli</strong><br/><br/>As they pulled into the property the vehicle rode on a small drive around the quaint looking establishment until it pulled into the entrance of a bunker built into a hill that interrupted the north gate. They were soon in section of underground parking lot that held many of the family vehicles. There was nothing but luxury parked here, Marco's collection, all modified to resist assault. There was a Rolls Royce, a Jaguar, a Ferrari, a few Mercedes, and even an extra land rover or two. It wasn't as if there was much road on which to drive the luxury vehicles so the collection wasn't overwhelming. There was nothing that wasn't quality here, as the old rusty flatbeds and half tracks that hauled men and supplies where kept at the warehouse parking lot.<br/><br/>As they pulled down into this lot Richard's clothes turned white and became thicker, tighter. His sleeves thickened and grew down his arms until they were over his hands. Straps formed that attached his sleeves to his back. Then they pulled tight, forcing his arms to tighten in a self hugging position. His pants changed color as the legs sewed themselves shut so he couldn't spread his legs or walk. It was a seamless straight jacket from neck to toe. The body guards pulled him out of the vehicle and left him lay in the center of the concrete lot. The climate control that protected Marco's toys made it feel a little cold on the floor.<br/><br/>Maria slammed the door of her Benz shut and walked over to Richard, kicked him so that he was on his back, and put a black heel on his chest.<br/><br/>"I can't kill you myself, but I can still have you killed, remember that little man," she said, "But you are Marco's grandson, so I'll spare your life for now. Hmm, a suitable punishment, maybe you could live the rest of your life as a woman. No... that would be rewarding bad behavior. Perhaps I'll make your cock so big you'll faint whenever you get an erection. Or maybe I should turn you into a squalid collection of human genitalia so you can fuck yourself from every angle, a living blob of sexual flesh."<br/><br/>She allowed Richards mouth to reform and restored his voice box, but dug her heel into his chest  and smirked.<br/><br/>"Is that what you want, or do you want a chance to redeem yourself?"