THE GREAT BORDELLO ROBBERY by Long Tall Mary

Located in one of the finer residential neighborhoods of Syracuse is a Victorian style mansion that for years served as a high class bordello, ruled by Claire, an uppity sixty seven year old madam of French descent, whom I have despised since meeting about five years ago. The mansion is currently vacant, Claire’s whereabouts are unknown.

Details have always been murky, but it is widely believed Claire operated as part of an interstate prostitution racket. The local operation catered to an elite upper class, such as politicians and celebrities, both local and from out of town, willing to pluck down one thousand dollars or more for a single session.

Unlike some prostitution operations, all activity took place at the house, no escort service was available. It was the ideal setting for a covert encounter, with clients able to park their vehicles inside a garage for both security and privacy, then enter a house heavily fortified with a steel door and barred windows, a SEAL Team would have found entry a challenge. Claire manned the door, anyone she did not recognize was not buzzed in.

Claire was quite set in her ways, in particular she harbored a visceral contempt for BDSM, and it simply was not permitted at her bordello. However money and influence talk, and one day about five years ago one of her male customers insisted upon a BDSM session, with he being the submissive. Evidently the controlling cartel decreed that Claire would cater to his preferences.

At the time I was well known in local BDSM circles as being a visceral sadist, with particular contempt for male subs. They were forced to do things they found objectionable, such as cross dressing or having sex with another male. Few of my customers returned for a second booking.

Evidently Claire was not aware of this aspect of my reputation but she made me an offer I could not resist, one thousand dollars for a two hour session. Without ever having meet Claire in person, and with no preconditions, it was agreed that I would session her client at 1:00 on a Tuesday afternoon in February.

I have always avoided sessions at a venue other than my home dungeon, but in this case I decided to make an exception. At the time I was fifty five years old, six foot tall and one hundred eighty pounds. Unknown to me at the time, was that Claire was comfortable with my appearance, having seen my picture somewhere.

At noon, one hour before the scheduled session I arrived at Claire’s house, having been instructed to pull my vehicle inside the unattached garage before entering the house, through the side door. I was attired in a black vinyl mini coupled with a matching top, and red five inch stilettos. A knee length coat protected me from the elements.

Approaching the garage in my van, the closed door opened by remote and I parked inside. After exiting the garage the door was closed, I then walked to the steel door at the rear side of the house, carrying a large handbag with my toys, slung over my shoulder.

The door was buzzed open and I caught my first glimpse of Claire, with my immediate reaction one of surprise. At 5’3 and at least two hundred pounds, she was a cross between a bulldog and a cow. Attired in a red dress and white ankle boots, she beckoned me inside. “I’m Madam Claire and I find S&M disgusting, but circumstances beyond my control dictate that I permit such a session. My client is a VIP and you will honor his preferences without question” she intoned.

Then she proceeded to berate me over my appearance, pontificating that a dress would be more appropriate for a lady of my age. Hoping to change the tone I announced that I had brought female clothes for the client to wear. This prompted a vehement reaction, “Under no circumstances will any cross dressing take place at my establishment”.

By now I was seething with rage, I’m simply not accustomed to being talked down to. If it were not for the one thousand dollars, combined with her cartel connections, I would have inflicted some form of physical punishment upon the obese madam.

After handing me the envelope containing my pay it was agreed that the session would take place in the basement, with Claire reserving the right to observe the activity. While not equipped as a dungeon, I would make the best of what was available.

She then began a monolog, touting her managerial ability and financial success. Her “girls”, as she referred to them, were of the finest quality and rotated to another city every two weeks or so. During their stay in Syracuse they were confined to the house, the only time they were allowed to leave was when they were escorted by a chauffeur. The purpose was two fold, it prevented them from moonlighting, and it kept them from acquiring drugs. They were not allowed to use their cell phones.

Trying to break the ice I quipped “Why don’t you let me apply some bondage discipline to them”. She offered no verbal response, rather a hostile glare.

At long last the client arrived, having been told that his name was Paul, I was ordered not to ask any questions regarding his background. At a rather gaunt 5’11, casually attired in jeans and sweatshirt, he appeared to be about sixty years old, with a full head of blow-dried grey hair,  his demeanor led me to suspect he was an attorney. “This is Mistress Mary announced Claire, you will follow her instructions”. “Yes madam”, he respectfully replied.

Taking my cue I stated curtly “Follow me to the basement, you will address me as Mistress and not speak without permission”. “Yes Mistress he replied”, before I wrapped a dog leash around his neck, using it to lead him to the basement. There I berated him for his casual dress, letting it made known that my clients were expected to present themselves in attire more consistent with their stature. I hoped that this might prompt him to reveal his profession but it did not.

Once in the basement Paul stripped as ordered and was placed in leather wrist cuffs, which were then attached over his head to a ceiling beam. A narrow collar was fastened snugly around his neck and I then proceeded to put his cock into one of my sundry miniature cages.

Next on the order was some basic flogging to his back and buttocks. It quickly became apparent that he was an experienced submissive with a high pain threshold. This would not be a gratifying session for me unless I could push him to his limit, something that Claire was not likely to permit.

After inserting a pair of soiled panties in his mouth to silence him, I used a ploy to ascertain his phobia. When told that “I’m going to call of one of my gay friends and let him have his way with you”, this prompted a vehement reaction from Paul, wailing inaudibly through the gag and shaking his head. I then stepped back and using my cell, simulated a call to one of my gay associates, requesting his presence within the hour.

Paul continued his vehement protest. It was indeed frustrating to have discovered his weak point, knowing full well that Claire would never acquiesce. None the less I decided to exploit it for what I could, leaving Paul gagged I inflicted a painful anal strap on intrusion upon him.

At this point Claire appeared in the basement and expressed concern over Paul’s frenzied protests. “What is going on here”, she demanded. After continuing my ruse by telling her that a gay dom was en route, Claire went ballistic. “I’ve had enough of your perversions, now cut him down and get out of my house”. Even after informing her that it was a ruse, she demanded that the session be terminated immediately.

None the less I complied, releasing Paul from his bondage. At least the bitch didn’t want her money back, so I left without making any further comments. This did not spare me from continued invectives being hurled by Claire, indeed she used a couple of expletive phases I’d never heard.

Fast forward five years: I have the good fortune to strike up an acquaintance with one of Claire’s hookers. Kelli, a petite brunette from Philadelphia, visits my tavern and somehow we get into a conversation about Claire. I don’t hesitate to express my animosity towards her. It is evident Kelli shares this feeling and is more than willing to confide details of the bordello operation.

Kelli’s animosity is largely due to Claire’s fixation for control, combined with her frugality. One grievance was that in other cities the cartel pays for doctors visits by the hookers, Claire requires they pay themselves. In addition the hookers are required to provide sexual service to Claire’s chauffeurs without reimbursement. The chauffeurs have also been known to serve as enforcers, meting out physical punishments for various transgressions by the hookers.

I find it surprising that Kelli is permitted to visit a tavern unaccompanied, she replies that Claire discontinued the escort policy some time ago. Kelli is still chauffeur driven, however the chauffeur responds only upon her phoned request, The hookers are allowed to possess cell phones, but all calls are reviewed by Claire.

In one respect Clair has more scruples than most bordello madams. It is a common practice in the business to keep blacklists of client names, if the house is ever raided this information can be used to extort a favorable legal disposition.

Claire assigns each customer a numerical identifier; to book an appointment the client calls a remote 800 number, states his identifier, and is given the cell phone number of the house. The later number is answered by Claire personally and she books the appointment. The number is listed to straw subscribers and is changed periodically to thwart any electronic surveillance.

At this time I broach a rather daring plan to stage a home invasion at the bordello.

Kelli is surprisingly receptive to this idea and volunteers the location of a locked safe in Claire’s bedroom, it is believed to contain several thousand dollars in cash.  Even more vital is that Kelli is entrusted with a key to the steel door, when she leaves after her rotation the key is turned in, to be used by her replacement.

An emergency call is made to my locksmith and within thirty minutes he arrives at my tavern. Upon examining the key he assures me that a duplicate key can be fashioned on the spot. Twenty minutes later he returns from his van and hands me the duplicate.

Kelli is planning to discontinue her employment with Claire within the week and has no qualms about a home invasion. I assure her that no one will be hurt and that it will never be established how the duplicate key was obtained. She expects no compensation for her assistance.

The next step is finding two persons willing to perpetrate the invasion. My contacts with the low life establishment are such that I quickly enlist the services of two gay acquaintances. Jeff and Bill are both in their late twenties, with each having served prison time for robberies. Jeff, an  ectomorph, provides the brains of the duo, whereas Bill an mesomorph, provides the muscle. Both are from Rochester and have no connection to the local criminal hierarchy.

The proposition I present to them is that as a reward for perpetrating the scheme, they will be allowed to keep any money they find. In exchange they will film a video of Claire being humiliated and sexually used, this video will be delivered to me and become my exclusive property. They quickly accept my offer after being assured there are no guns or security personnel in the house, in addition they know it is highly unlikely a whore house robbery will be reported to the police.

Meticulous planning begins, with Kelli’s information proving invaluable. The security system at the home is limited to a CCTV which covers only the side door. It is not monitored continuously, only when a visitor is expected. By opening the door with a key from the outside, it is possible to enter unnoticed and quickly overpower the occupants. The house has no land line phone, Jeff who is an electronics expert, will carry a cell phone jammer in case someone attempts to summon help during the break in.

The time of the invasion is set for 10:00PM on a Sunday in October. No clients are scheduled during this time period, with luck the Madam and the two off duty hookers will be in the living room watching TV. Jeff and Bill, wearing ski masks, quietly unlock and enter through the steel door, Bill carries a stun device, Jeff a pellet pistol.

Bill is a misogynic with no sexual interest in women, but with no qualms about brutalizing them. He is equally sadistic with males, having previously lured gays to his apartment where they were restrained, tortured and subjected to forced sex. Jeff is the submissive of the pair, having engaged in various bondage games with Bill, the later always as dominant.

In the living room Claire and the two hookers are seated on the couch, watching TV as expected. Claire is attired in a short sleeve black dress; Diane a 25 year old busty blond, is attired more casually in a black bra and panties. Cristina, a twenty something leggy brunette, has on jeans and a tight red sweater.

The trio is taken by surprise. Bill, with a commanding masculine voice, barks out the orders, “This is a stick up, on your feet and hands behind your head”. Each complies but Claire indignantly remarks, “who do you think you are barging in here like this”. Bill, using his cattle prod, delivers one shock to Claire’s exposed boob causing her to grimace in pain. “The next one to speak will get twice the current, all three of you strip, everything off”, he barks. Jeff, with a more effeminate voice, will do little talking during the encounter.

The two hookers seem the least perturbed about stripping, Claire hesitates and is punished with another shock, that momentarily forces her to kneel. As this is taking place Jeff is recording with his camcorder, leaving Bill to do the talking. “If you cooperate we will leave you tied up such that you can free yourself within ten minutes, if not we will tie you in the basement and you will be there for hours, also the video we are shooting will find its way to the Internet”.

Bill moves quickly using zip ties to bind the wrists of the two hookers behind them. For good measure their panties are stuffed in their mouths, gagged damsels do not distract with chatter and are less likely to physically resist. Claire’s ankles are tied, but not her wrists.

“All right Madam you will open the safe”, commands Bill. Claire plays dumb, he then backhands her across the face adding “You fat fucking bitch we know it is in your bedroom, maybe its time to torture your two hookers”. At this point Claire realizes the futility of resistance and is led to the bedroom, forced to hop with her ankles bound.

Jeff finds the two younger hookers somewhat attractive, he has some bisexual leanings and the thought of helping himself to a sexual freebie crosses his mind. He quickly dismisses the idea, recalling that the last time Bill caught him making advances to a female, he received a vicious beating, before being hogtied and locked in a closet for eight hours.

The video does not record the bedroom scene, Jeff keeps it trained on the two hookers, who are allowed to sit on the living room couch. Five minutes later Claire is led from the bedroom, her wrists are now bound as well as her ankles. The ski mask conceals Bill’s smile as the robbery has netted nearly ten thousand dollars.

“Now its time for a little humiliation, you will hop around the room and make mooing sounds, if you don’t do it right you get shocked”, Bill commands. Claire submits to the humiliation as Jeff follows her with the camera. The mooing sounds are hilarious and for further entertainment Claire falls to the floor, only to be roughly lifted by Bill and shocked again.

The hopping and mooing continue for nearly five minutes, even the two hookers seem to be amused, but not for long.

“All right you fat pig, you will now suck Cristina’s ass”, commands Bill. Cristina is made to kneel on the couch and positioned so that her asshole is accessible to Claire, who is forced to kneel on the floor, with two pillows used to elevate her to the correct height. Cristina is also fitted with a leather belt, encircling her waist.

A cheap dog collar is fastened around Claire’s neck, the loose end of the attached leash is secured to the front of the belt. Claire is unable to extricate herself from the arrangement, and with her face forced into Cristina’s asshole is made to suck for nearly five minutes. She receives another shock to induce her to perform more vigorously. Jeff does an excellent job with both the video and audio portion of the tape.

With the oral anal phase complete, Claire is forced to lie on her stomach on the floor, she is then hogtied and pillows again used to prop her up. Bill removes the panties from the mouths of Cristina and Diane, only to reinsert Diane’s panties into Claire’s mouth. “I think you should get a taste of both ladies” chuckles Bill, before adding “Diane you will now ass fuck the fat bitch using a strap on.

Diane’s task is difficult as her wrists remain bound behind her back. Bill adroitly attaches a strap on belt with an attached six inch intruder, then a small amount of menthol cream is swabbed upon the dildo. After being made to kneel behind Claire, he guides the intruder into the hole and orders Diane to commence thrusting.

What follows is nearly five minutes of sheer agony, Claire screams through her gag, they are not screams of erotic agony but of genuine torture. The burning of the cream, combined with tight anal musculature, assures maximal pain.

Diane is ordered to thrust even harder, at one point the dildo slips out. She receives a painful shock to her breast and the dildo is reinserted. Bill warns her that if it falls out again, Cristina will be using the strap on upon Diane, after which all three of the ladies will be tied and secreted in the basement.

Finally satisfied with Diane’s strap on performance, Bill allows her to stop, but not before Jeff has done an excellent job recording Claire’s agony with his camcorder. Bill announces “Since you three ladies have been cooperative, and if you continue to do so we will leave you tied as you are and I will leave a pair of wire cutters within your reach, I’m certain you’ll be able to free yourselves within ten minutes”.

Claire continues to whimper as she struggles in her bonds,  words muffled by the panty gag, while Diane appears distraught that she has been forced to torture her employer. Before leaving Bill has one more ploy to execute.

He has researched the unlisted phone number of the ranking lord of the rival cartel. Taking Claire’s cell phone he dials this number and simulates a terse message, “The mission has been accomplished”, before hanging up.

Bill knows that while Claire will not report the home invasion to the police, she will have no choice but to report the missing ten thousand dollars to her cartel superior. It is likely a private investigator will be hired to do a reverse look up on the call. When the identity of the subscriber is learned it will focus suspicion on the rival cartel, perhaps even leading to retaliation. To further incriminate the rivals, Bill several times has referred to Jeff as “Biff”, knowing that the later is an enforcer for that group.

Before departing Bill forces the trio to endure one last round of humiliation. Claire, still hogtied and gagged, is hoisted to her knees on the floor. Cristina and Kelli, wrists bound behind them, are ordered to stand on each side of Claire, and then to sing and dance to a recording of “She Works Hard for the Money”, as the camera records. The singing is atrocious, combined with their dyskinetic gyrations, the performance is hilarious.

Bill and Jeff finally depart, jubilant over their ten thousand dollar heist, and keeping their promise that the ladies will be able to free themselves. The tape is delivered to me as promised and is kept in my vault. It has been played countless times, never having been seen by anyone other myself, the joy is enduring.

The bordello closed down immediately after the robbery. Claire’s whereabouts are unknown, one report is that she was fired by the cartel and returned to her native France.

THE END