One of them pulled down a hood and a baclava to reveal a strong attractive female face with medium brown hair, and mocha skin. "Hello Cole," said the ...oman, "welcome to Kilter Squad, I'm your squad leader Jenna Rudderham."Daniel's mouth hung open, and a slight noise came out of his mouth. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. He had expected a stern, strong looking man, and here was a woman who looked like she could star in the movies or pose in a magazine. Three other hooded figures unveiled. The next painting that came up on screen was the flaming hell portrait of Allison. It was as if two different artists had put the color on the canvas. I couldn't say it was an exact likeness of the woman. Even if it had been, it was unlikely that more than a couple of people could have recognized her from this angle. It was a portrait of anger and abuse and violence. For all that the flames lept around her body, it was obvious that the woman was not the victim. She was the perpetrator.The. They went out the patio door and went right to their assigned tasks.Terry operated the lawn mower, and Bernie raked up after him and carted the clippings to the trash pile. Matt's job was to trim the shrubs and trees, because he was the tallest. Donna took away the prunings and did the trimming closer to the ground. The back yard was so overgrown, there was enough work to keep them busy all morning at least."Let's start at the back of the lot, Mom," Matt suggested.Donna agreed, not giving it. There was light coming from the door. It was opened a little. I shuffled my way over to it the best I could with my new huge tits and ball sack. When I opened the door all the way I saw the room I was in was part of a warehouse and storage area on the outskirts of town. I looked back into the room and saw it was completely empty. No sign of Holly or any of her torture devices. I looked out across the parking lot of the warehouse and saw the road. How could I do this. How could I ever go out in.