The Château
Chapter 3: The Promised Land
| Story Codes |
: No sex, Scene Setting |
| Characters |
: Patrick Berleand, 40 Years old Georges Zapato, 45 Years old Michel Galois, 37 Years old Julien Piaf, 35 Years old Jean Bouler, 42 Years old Andre DuBoix, 36 Years old |
Being the owner and master planner, I took it upon myself to arrange for our first meeting. However, before packing my stuff up and turning my back for good, I sold everything I had back in Toulouse, my workshop, my house, my second car and all my belongings, a nice pile of cash that would help me start a new chapter in my miserable life.
Soon enough, I was back in Barèges for the second time, I booked five rooms in a small bed and breakfast hotel in the nearest town to the location of my mansion and set the meeting date to be at the end of the current week. In a few days, I would meet face to face with who would either be my cellmates or my business partners, I thought to myself as I headed for my room to get some rest.
Those few days separating me from my meeting went by slowly in this small French town, all I could do was to take long walks, benefiting from the sight of seeing a few village boys playing soccer, jog and sleep which helped kill time, until I woke up one day to the sound of my hotel room phone.
"Mr.
Berléand, vos invités sont arrives"
"Mr.
Berléand, your guests have arrived"
Leaping out of my bed and speeding towards the balcony, I peeked down on the road to see a black Renault, a small trailer and a large white Van surrounding my tiny Peugeot. What an exotic choice of vehicles I thought to myself as I put on some clothes and dashed towards the hotel lobby to meet my guests.
"Georges Zapato, you can call me Big.G, pleased to meet you" My first impression was a "wow, this guy is huge" sort of look as I shook his hand. He was a tall 45 years old man with a heavy build, somewhat fat, a tall face hiding behind a large moustache and a neat beard with a few traces of grey hair saturated by a couple of fierce looking blue eyes.
"We finally meet man, I'm Michel Galois" said the guy with a wide smile on his face. Michel was a former cop which could easily be guessed with their trademark moustache, he was 37 years old, medium size and build, dark green eyes and an overall cheerful character.
" Julien Piaf, at your service". Talk about Muscular! This 35 year-old guy gave the impression of "mess-with-me-and-I'll-chop-your-head-off" sort. A well built 5'9" frame, blond hair, sharp blue eyes and puffed up from head to toe. He definitely was a character not to mess with.
" Jean Bouler, nice meeting you Patrick" Aren't they all soft? Those doctors… I thought to myself as I shook the hand that had probably caressed so many sick little children. What a lucky 42 year old man, I reckoned.
"Mon ami! Pleasure meeting you, I'm André DuBoix". A 36 year old electrical engineer with a medium sized frame, not too thin and not to muscular, just average, I thought as I inspect him.
A few handshakes later and complimentary remarks, we were at a table enjoying a lovely breakfast made by the nice old lady who ran the B&B along her elderly husband. Nervous and sometimes hesitant, the five of us sat there discussing our plan, speaking cautiously as if to feel each other out, expressing valid concerns and alternate points of view. By the end of that same day, all the caution and nervousness that surrounded our first meeting were a thing of the past, we had found common ground and we were building on it.
Over the next couple of days, every one of us armed himself up with a detailed map of the region and was on his way to scout the area… at nights; we would meet again and discuss our findings. Within a month, we had scouted over 100 towns and villages and finally agreed on a small almost deserted village. Conveniently, that small community had no schools and the children were ferried by a bus to another town around 5 miles away along a tiny mountainous road, scarcely populated by cars and almost free from any type of buildings or human activity. Jean, the least experienced between us regarding labor work, volunteered to frequently visit the small village to keep an eye on the bus, logging its activity and timing. With our target securely monitored and logged, the rest of us set out to prepare the mansion for the upcoming scheme.
The massive rectangular basement that ran across the entire building was the first to receive a complete makeover. Building a dividing wall, we split the basement into two extra large rooms with one being left intact and ready if we ever needed to use it. The other room was mutilated into a detention and preparation area. With help from Big G, we transformed one corner of the room into a large lavatory, complete with a dozen shower booths, toilets and three custom-made oversized bathtubs able to hold five children at a time. Two rows of consecutive cages were installed on the entire length of two walls, three feet wide, five feet high and seven feet deep. In all, we had fifty eight cages, and enough room for more, if needed.
On the remaining corner of the room, I put my
expertise and innovation into action and crafted a slightly elevated, fully
equipped “correctional area”. A height adjustable wooden bench that would
secure a boy in an almost doggy style position, with two pairs of shackles at
both ends designated to secure a boy's ankles and wrists.. Next to it, a
door-frame shape equipped with chains and four metal rings, conveniently placed
to match the height of an average boy’s raised arms and spread feet. Finally,
at the center of the stage, I installed a dangling chain with leather cuffed
ends, linked through a pulley to a wheel and axle device firmly fixed on the wall.
At the center, we set up some kind of an office, with a desk and a chair, a computer linked to a printer and a small pedestal that would serve both as an inspection area and to take profile pictures. A height measurement tool and a scale were also taken care off. The entire room was then transformed by André from a dark and moist crypt, to a fairly lit and well ventilated detention center.
With the basement looking gorgeous and ready, we turned our eyes to the ground floor. Six mega-sized rooms underwent a massive surgery which resulted in a complete makeover; private bathrooms, a small kitchenette and a private seating area were installed in each room, alongside the king-sized beds. Afterwards, we furnished each one of the six rooms with cabinets packed with restriction devices, sex toys and handy equipment. The kitchenettes were geared up with coffee machines, small fridges and useful tools. Finally, the seating area had a nice final touch by installing a TV set, a comfortable lounging couch and two smaller couches facing a gorgeous stone fireplace. In short, each of the six rooms was transformed into small and cozy, upper-middle class private houses.
The main hallway also received a bit of attention, enough work was made to morph it from the ghost playground it once was to a clean and enjoyable reception area. Finally, we made sure to refurbish the kitchen, fixing the sinks, water-pipes and gas-pipes, furnishing it with all the major and needed appliances and installing a fixed multi-use table at the center.
In less than two months of hard labor, what was once a ghost house was starting to live again, although the largest sections were still in a dire need for repair, we had enough room to live in comfortably and cater to what we had in mind.
After months of scouting and two months of preparations, we were finally ready. Everything we had done and all the sacrifices we had made were now at stake, if our mission succeeds, we would be indulging ourselves in the beauty of youth every single day and night while making millions upon millions of dollars by selling the excess merchandize to dozens of filthy rich people eager to obtain a fine piece of art…
ever went on a shopping spree? these guys did... stay tuned for chapter 4: The Snatch :)