Chapter 24 "The case of the missing Nipple."

Dave held the bottle to Melissa's lips. Her throat tried to gag but her father was determined to make her drink the whole bottle. Melissa's eyes were weeping. Reflectively she put her hands up.

"Down." ordered Dave. Melissa tried to put her hands down. Every now and then Dave saw then jump up again. "Come Melissa, just a bit more to go."

The bottle was finally empty. Melissa coughed and spluttered as she rolled on the floor. Sharon was already in the bathroom throwing up. She had already drank the first half of the bottle.

Ann walked into the room and found Melissa on the ground rolling. "What's up with her?" she asked. Dave looked up and handed her the bottle.

"Ah, vinegar huh? . What did she have? the whole lot or half?"

"Just half. Sharon had the first half." Dave said as she continued to watch his daughter clutching her belly.

"Lost the football match again did we?" Ann smirked as she stroked the back of Dave's head.

Dave rolled his head into Ann's arm. "Yep. I was just taking my frustrations out on the girls."

Ann knelt down. "At least you express your anger in a useful way." She gave him a peck on his forehead and returned to the kitchen. Melissa slowly got up and went to join her sister in the bathroom.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY WON'T RELEASE IT?!" yelled Mr Boggis. His face was already red and getting worse by the second. He slammed the phone down. "Damn bloody government. They won't sell us the fucking castle because they're making money from it. The pricks!"

Mr Boggis was generally opposed to swearing, except when he did it of course. He picked up the phone again dialed Mr Gabriel. After a few minutes he wrote some figures on his scratch pad. "Well, I guess we can do that. I really wanted the castle but a replica will do. Mind you we can always build more rooms in the basement. Thanks Mr Gabriel. Bye."

John waited patiently in his chair for the headmaster to come forth with the news. Mr Boggis sat there collecting his thoughts.

"The German government don't own the castle. It belongs to a family. One who isn't interested in selling. Mr Gabriel is going to organize to get the plans so we can build our own castle. Also the name is apparently in copyright so we have to think up something else."

John shrugged his shoulders. "Better than nothing I guess."

Mr Boggis agreed. There was a knock at the door. Both men turned their heads to see who it was. Jenny, the personal school slave, opened the door some more. Rodney and Matt Basket walked in.

Mr Boggis brightened immediately. "Mr Basket, welcome. I am sorry for not meeting you out the front. Important phone call I'm afraid. You're here to sign the contract for your wife's release?"

Rodney walked closer to the desk, "Yes Mr Boggis. Morning John."

"Mr Basket."

Mr Boggis offered Rodney a seat and took out some files from his drawer. Rodney turned to the head porter, "John, Matt was asking me if he could see Ivy. Is that possible?"

John turned to Matt. Matt stared at his feet. John noticed Matt was getting bigger across the shoulders since the last time he was there. But John still didn't like anyone who had no guts.

He turned back to Rodney, "Sure. I'll take him to see her."

As the door closed Rodney was handed a piece of paper. "This is the terms of the agreement and also the price is at the bottom." explained the headmaster.

Rodney quickly read the price, "That's very reasonable Mr Boggis. Thank you."

"No no no, thank YOU Mr Basket." Mr Boggis implored. Rodney quickly read the agreement and signed it. He handed it back and Mr Boggis offered him a copy. "No thanks. If anyone comes looking for her I don't want to have any evidence that I sold her."

"Don't worry about that Rodney, this is yours also."

Rodney took the certificate. "A death certificate? Mr Boggis, you think of everything."

Matt was following John down the corridor. "In here." as John opened the door. Matt saw him flick on the light switch but didn't take any notice. As John closed the door behind him he wondered why Ivy would be working in the dark. Matt turned to the head porter.

Suddenly Matt was lifted off his feet by a hand around his neck. He was slammed into the opposite wall. The air was knocked out of him. Then John let him drop to the ground. Matt gasped for air.

John went over and picked up a chair. He brought it back and sat it in front of Matt. "Right kid, you and I have got to have a little talk."

Matt stared up and said nothing.

"Sorry about the knock but I needed your full attention. Kid, I come from a long line of hard asses. My father was a hard ass, his father was a hard ass and so on. Your father isn't and that's our problem. In about a month's time your sisters will be returning back to the house and I think all our training here at the school will be for nothing because they'll walk over your pink flabby ass as soon as they set foot in the door."

Matt rubbed his neck.

John continued, "Your pop's going to have it hard enough without having to protect you all the time. And what's this bullshit about you wanting to see Ivy? . Cut that crap for a start. She's a fucking professional in torture mate . you don't want to get too close to her. She's already wasted two students here because they bullshitted with her."

John talked. Matt listened. Matt also learned.

Melissa and Sharon both walked into the lounge. Melissa nudged Sharon. Sharon walked over to her father, "Daddy, can I ask a question?"

"What is it honey?" Dave replied.

"Well." Sharon looked back at Melissa. Melissa just nodded her head prompting her to go on. "Well . since it's my birthday tomorrow can I get a birthday wish?"

Dave took his eyes off the television set. He looked up at Sharon. The shapely breasts quivered.

"What would you like honey?" Dave asked.

"Well . " Sharon leaned down and whispered into her father's ear. Ann watched Dave's face. His smile grew bigger and bigger. And so did the bulge in his pants.

Mr Boggis took Rodney to say goodbye to Clarice for the last time. Clarice was hanging on the wall. Her arms stretched above her. She glared at Rodney when he entered the room.

"Hi darling." he said. Clarice continued to glare. "Don't worry sweetie, this is the last time you and I will ever talk. You are now owned by Mr Boggis here. But before I ."

"FUCK YOU, YOU MISERABLE WANKER!" Clarice barked cutting Rodney off in mid-sentance. Clarice started hurling abuse at her husband. Rodney just stood there with a smile and soaked up the resentment. This only fueled Clarice's rage.

Clarice was still yelling and scream when the door flew open. Matt stood in the doorway. He walked on over to Clarice to was still yelling and punched her deep into her stomach. The room suddenly became deathly quiet.

"Sorry for being late Dad. Was this bitch being rude?"

Rodney was a little surprised at his son's new found confidence. So was Mr Boggis. He saw John enter the room and approach the trio. Mr Boggis leaned over to whisper into John's ear.

"Did I miss something?"

"Nothing much, had a little man to man chat with the kid. He's found his new drive in life."

Mr Boggis face was fill of questions but for now he felt it was best to keep quiet. Matt walked over to John. "Got a blade?"

John pulled the blade from his back pocket and the blade flicked up. He handed it to Matt.

"Mr Boggis. I know you now own my bitch mother but do you mind if I take something to remember her by?"

"As long as she lives, go for it son."

Matt turned to his father, "Any objections pop?"

"None whatsoever my boy."

Matt then walked over to Clarice, "I don't give a fuck about your opinion slut." He then grabbed her right nipple and pulled it outwards. Clarice yelped . then screamed. Matt held her right nipple in his hand even after he had walked back to his father.

John and Mr Boggis smiled.

"Way to go son, let's go and say hi to the girls." Rodney said slapping his son on the back.

Clarice yelled at the trio of men as they closed the door behind them.

On the way Mr Boggis stuck his head into the doctor's office. "Doctor Every, can you please attend to Clarice in room 5D. She seems to have lost her nipple. Thanks"

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