Try a more 'emotionally traumatic' approach.

For a moment, just a moment, I thought of letting the thieving bitch go, but then I regained my normal, more sadistic, senses. After a few seconds of thinking how to hurt the liar in the worst way possible, I knew exactly the plan. While I got things prepared, I had the orderlies bring Katie down to a holding cell.

The following morning, I had everything set up for my wonderful plan. Katie kneeled beside my desk, wearing a black leather corset and an assortment of other bondage gear. The corset pushed up her breasts, making her look far more attractive than she normally was. Her wrists and legs and were chained together, and she wore a bright red ballgag. She was clearly scared of what I was going to do to her, but she had no idea what was going to happen. I smiled as I heard a knock at my office door.

In walked Marco and some of the orderlies, carrying two women. Looking at them for the first time, I could see the family resemblance. The two women were Katie's mother, Elizabeth, and Katie's older sister, Colleen. Both were screaming to be let go, but things wouldn't be that easy.

Elizabeth was the a 45-year old divorcee, her only husband long out of the picture. Despite her age and slight wrinkles on her face, she looked much like an older version of Katie, and she obviously spent a lot of time at the gym. Colleen, on the other hand, was a stereotypical High School senior, just 18 years of age. Her hair was in perfect condition, her skin smooth and pure. A tight turtle neck showed of her great body, and her tight jeans showed off her perfect crotch and ass. Both wore handcuffs.

As Marco threw the girls to the ground, I started my speech. "Hello girls. You're probably wondering why I brought you here today. Well, the reason is your daughter and sister, Katie." I let them turn their attention to Katie, and both of their eyes went wide. Elizabeth started to yell.

"What did you do to my daughter? What is going on?"

I smiled. This was going to be even more fun than I had imagined. I switched on a TV to show a video of Katie pounding a crying girl in the ass with a strap-on dildo. The victim was the daughter of a rich Asian investory who's competition had paid us to take her in and sell her. The two women in front of me looked shocked at the video.

"Now, I don't know what Katie told you she does for a living, but the truth is that she helps me kidnap, ****, and sell women into a life of sexual slavery. While she may have always been sweet little Katie to you, to hundreds of women, she has been their worst nightmares. The problem is that your bitch of a daughter has been stealing for me, and I take it personally. And, I don't take personal afronts nicely. I'm going to make sure you two suffer for her indiscressions." I bent down behind Katie and started kneading her breasts in my hands. Her moans of pleasure were erotic, muffled as they were.

Elizabeth seemed horrified of the newfound truth. She fell forward and started wailing. "Let us go.... please! None of us deserve this! Please! Please.... you can't do this to us! These are the only two family members I have left... everything I've worked for in my life. Please... please...."

I had a huge grin on my face as I stated what fate should befall the Manchester family.