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Judy had gone to her mother's the previous evening - Friday evening - her mother was poorly and needed her. Of course she had to go, but it left me feeling alone. End of the week, work over, I was looking forward to a good relaxing time with Judy and perhaps some friends, but Judy had to be away.

The trouble with these weekends is that by Saturday evening I'm in the pits of despair. Okay, depressed - let's not be over dramatic, but a Friday evening of telly, Friday night alone, Saturday morning supermarket shopping - I did it when Judy was away - Saturday afternoon at my mothers - by Saturday evening I was left feeling miserable. By half past seven I had resigned myself to another evening in with the telly and some videos. A walk first, to clear my head, but perhaps I could do with another good night's sleep as well.

I had a walk around the block, but on returning noticed something wasn't right with the house. There was a dim light in the house - but there shouldn't have been any. As I got closer the front door was open - but it shouldn't have been. As I entered the front door cautiously I heard people inside, I heard voices - and there shouldn't have been.

The voices were coming from the sitting room, so I headed there, not thinking about danger. At the door I listened for a few moments - clearly burglars, two voices, both female. They hadn't heard me. I sneaked out and got some things from a cupboard by the front door, then returned to the sitting room. I knew surprise was my best tactic. I quickly leapt into the room, slammed the sitting door shut behind me, turned the key in the lock, and in the darkness grabbed the first girl, in seconds wrestled her to the floor, onto her stomach and had her handcuffed, her hands behind her back.

The second girl panicked, ran for the door and scrabbled with the handle, shouting "Come on, Tammy, lets go……". I quickly grabbed her and wrestled her to the floor, and within seconds had her handcuffed as well.

With both girls squirming on the floor I turned on the light to see who I had caught. As the light came on I noticed the one called Tammy just getting to her feet, so I wrestled her to the settee, and ankle-cuffed one leg to the leg of the chair. Her other foot was lashing out but I left that for the moment. I picked the other girl up and cuffed her leg to the other leg of the settee, then cuffed the two ankles in the middle, with a struggle and some fighting, cuffing the two girls to each other. I've always found the cuffs that you put on hands or legs singly and then clipped together far easier to manage than the traditional handcuffs. They still had their hands cuffed behind them.

It had been a noisy ten minutes with a lot of swearing and struggling, but at last they were subdued, so I settled on a chair opposite them to see what I had caught and to catch my breath. On the left sat Tammy, a black girl about nineteen wearing jeans and a t-shirt. She was pretty dishevelled from the struggle, but I could see underneath she was quite a stunner, with a beautiful shapely figure and large breasts prominent under the t-shirt. The other - on the right - who's name I didn't know - yet - was a white girl, the same sort of age, but smaller than Tammy, slimmer, with short dark hair. Again she was pretty dishevelled after the struggle, but could be very pretty.

"What are you going to do to us, Mister?" It was Tammy who had broken the silence, her voice defiant.

I thought for a moment. "Well, I think I should call the police".

It was the white girl who spoke this time, less defiant. "Please don't do that, Mister. Just let us go, please."

"Let you go - why should I do that?"

Tammy spoke again. "Please mister, this is our first time. Ever." At that moment she surprised me - she burst into tears. I wasn't sure what to do so remained silent for a few moments.

"First time?" I was confused. "First time? What on earth were you doing?"

"Please mister, let us go." Tammy appeared to be their spokesman. "Let us go, we won't do anything again."

"Let you go? I need more of a story than that. First….." I pointed to the white girl, "……….. you must tell me your name."

After hesitating, she spoke. "I'm Lindsay."

After prompting a bit more, and refusing to unbind them, they told me their story at some length. Their parents were very strict, members of a particular small local religious sect. The sect had chosen courses for the girls and sent them to college. The girls had wanted to go, and had tried, but just couldn't do the work - they had not chosen the courses and didn‘t enjoy the subjects. The work was simply too hard. The parents had accused them of being lazy, there had been a row, and they had been kicked out, with their parents accusing them of chasing after boys rather than doing the work. They had been walking for three days, their money had run out, they were hungry, they had seen me go out so had decided to try their luck at burglary. It took them perhaps half and hour to get the story out. The more they spoke, the more I knew they were telling the truth, the more I realised they were good girls, caught up with a harsh group of cold people.

"Okay, Lindsay, Tammy, the first thing I will do is feed you, then we need to talk a bit more. I'm not going to release you, yet, but I will let you both have one hand to eat with." I undid the handcuffs and they let me handcuff them together with the hands which were between them. Their outer ankles were still cuffed to the settee, their inside ankles to each other. I made them a plate of chips and sausages which they ate greedily with their fingers. It was after they had eaten that I sat down with them again.

I know," I said with a touch of humour in my voice, "That you both need to go to the toilet. In five minutes you will, but first I have an offer to make you." The two girls looked frightened, but intrigued. I continued.

"The offer is this, and the choice is yours. In five minutes I am going to let you go, both of you, and I will take you to our spare bedroom out the back - it has an en suite bathroom and you can use it, and even have a shower if you want - there‘s plenty of towels there. I will also give you five hundred dollars to see you through the next few days, and you can chat, and talk, and you can decide what you do. The choices are these - you can simply walk out the front door, and I will never see you again…………….." I paused before continuing.

"On the other hand, you can stay here, lodge here, we will help you to get work, we will help you to go to college if you want, and you are free to move on whenever you want. But - and there is a big but…..." Again I paused and the two girls looked expectant.

I continued. "Judy, my wife, who is back tomorrow, and me - our greatest hobby is sex. We enjoy sex, we enjoy sex with others, we have a networks of friends whom we share sex with. And we enjoy it. Sometimes we do perverted things - or at least kinky things. Sometimes we cause a bit of pain - as a gateway to deeper enjoyment. If you stay here, you have to be part of that. I can guarantee that you will enjoy it - it is wholly about enjoyment. But will you are clearly taking a risk. And there is one further thing, and that's this evening. You have to be punished for breaking in, and that means the cane. And it will hurt. A lot. Especially when you have taken your clothes off. And my guess is that you are both virgins. You won't be by the end of this evening. But after this evening you will be part of the family.

"So that's your choice - I'll take you to the spare bedroom, and I will give you the money. You can simply walk out of the front door and I will never see you again. Or alternatively, you can return here - sit on that settee and tell me you would like to stay, and accept what happens this evening. The time now is half past eight - you have up to an hour - you will need to go at half nine at the latest to get into the motel down the road. The choice is yours, but there is no other option."

It was Tammy who spoke. "How can we believe you. How do we know you won't just hurt us and take us anyway?"

I thought before I replied. "I will trust you by undoing your cuffs and letting you go. If I was going to do what you said I would do I wouldn't have told you. And you have to believe me - we never force people to decide one way or the other…" I hesitated "……..but I follow through on a decision and a commitment a person has made. You walk out of here with the money - that's fine, you go with my blessing. You choose to stay when you know the consequences, then I take that as a commitment to what I have described, and will not turn back or stop half way through. But one further proviso - I think the consequences of what I have offered you will not hurt unbearably although it will hurt a lot, more than you can even imagine now, but ultimately I think you will say by the end that this is the best time you have ever had. Does that make sense to you?" Both hesitated, then nodded.

I went over to the girls, undid their cuffs and they followed me in silence as I showed them the spare bedroom. I put the 500 dollars on the bed. I collected their luggage from where they had hidden it and stood it by the front door for them to collect if they wanted to leave.

I didn't know how they would respond but was pretty certain they would leave as quickly as possible. I prepared myself some food, watched a bit of telly, waiting to see what would happen. Once or twice I went into the front hall and saw the luggage still there, and could hear voices in the spare bedroom, although I couldn't make out what they were saying. At last, at about 9.15 I made myself a cup of coffee and sat down to watch a comedy programme on the telly. I was still very uncertain about what would happen.

I was startled out of the quiet as the door slowly opened. Tammy walked in first, followed by Lindsay, and sat on the settee. It was Lindsay who spoke. "Mister - we want to stay, but please don't hurt us." As she spoke I tilted my head to one side inquisitively. There was a silence while Lindsay responded to my look then she spoke again. "Mister - we want to stay, that‘s all."

I looked at Tammy. "And you?"

She spoke very quietly. "I want to stay too."

I paused before I spoke. "Lindsay, Tammy, welcome to the family. My name is Bill. It's great to have you here. You are both aware of what staying here means for you". Both nodded, keeping their eyes to the floor.

Again I broke the silence "Okay, Lindsay - please stand up and take your clothes off."

Very slowly Lindsay got to her feet and began to take her clothes off. Firstly she removed her sandals and socks, then after a pause her T.shirt. Then slowly she removed her jeans, and stood up straight with her bra and panties still on. I looked at her slim petite body for a moment, then asked her to remove her underwear. As she took off her bra she revealed a beautiful small pair of rounded breasts with brown nipples. They were stunning. She removed her panties slowly, and revealed a neat patch of dark pubic hair, and as I turned her around, a beautiful small ass which looked like it would cup neatly in a couple of hands.

After a few moments of looking Lindsay over I nodded to Tammy. Again, she stood to her feet and slowly stripped, revealing a sensational smooth black body and fuller figure, with full breasts and ass - stunning but in a different way to Lindsay.

I stood in front of these two beautiful girls and drank in their smell - they had clearly been in the shower. I gently flicked a nipple on each of them with my finger, and they immediately stood to attention, with Lindsay suddenly bursting into giggles, followed by Tammy - for the first time they suddenly looked at ease in our house and their smiles were radiant.

"Come with me" I invited them, and led them to our fourth bed room which we had kitted out with all sorts of special equipment, plus more in cupboards. Both Tammy and Lindsay's eyes opened wide at what they saw. I let them look around the room for a few moments before I spoke to them.

"Tammy, Lindsay - you know our agreement. Tammy - will you lie on the bed please, over this." I handed her a padded leather tube, which would raise her ass into the air. She took it slowly, then lay as I asked. I was amazed how co-operative the girls were - I suspect that they couldn't really imagine what I was going to do to them. I turned to Lindsay. "Lindsay - you lie on top of Tammy."

Lindsay looked uncertain of what I meant so I moved her so that her legs were astride Tammy's body, her head next to Tammy's. I quickly cuffed the two girls to the bed, with Tammy stretched fully on the bed over the tube, with Lindsay on all fours over her friend. It was a good arrangement - both asses available, both close to each other so that they could experience what each other was going through, yet the girl underneath not taking the weight of the top girl. I had also used this time to run my hands over their backs and legs, although hadn't as yet touched anywhere intimate.

Again I knew they needed to know what was happening. "Girls - you are going to have ten strokes of the cane each, and before each one I will say ‘ready‘. However, I want you to count to make sure I don't treat you unfairly. Tell me when I have reached ten. I have to tell you it will hurt, it will hurt a lot, but you are welcome to scream, but be a bit careful of each other‘s ears - when the stroke is approaching you might want to turn your heads away from each other, or scream into the bed."

I think it was that talk which suddenly made them realise what was happening to them, and they suddenly begged to be let go, please not to hurt them, their bodies tense with the realisation of what was going to happen. For me it was a beautiful moment as I looked at these two girls open before me, now hiding nothing from my eyes. I went to the cupboard and got our whippiest cane.

"Ready?" I asked. No reply, but both tensed, as I brought the cane down hard across Tammy's ass. She screamed out loud as the red weal appeared across her buttocks. Tammy squirmed on the bed but the cuffs didn't let her escape.

"Ready?". This time it was Lindsay who screamed and squirmed against the pain, but with no escape, the red weal across her ass.

After a few moments I spoke again. "Ready?"

This time there was a hint of panic in their voices as they begged "Please, no, please". However I quickly and harshly whipped across both their asses, making a cross shape of red weals.

Again, I paused for a moment, then said "Ready?" This time I brought the cane down where their legs joined their asses, and again both screamed, struggling for a moment against the cuffs, their bodies squirming to fight the pain.

As their squirmings subsided I said "Ready", gave a stroke across the ass of each, then immediately said "Ready?" again and repeated it, their asses showing a checker-board of stripes.

Again both girls squirmed, screaming out in the pain, writhing in their bonds. However, as their writhings slowed I noticed something different. I noticed that Lindsay was rubbing herself - he breasts - against Tammy's back; I noticed a glistening forming on Lindsay's pussy. I checked Tammy but it wasn't happening with her.

"Ready?" I asked, and quickly brought the cane down, then repeated it with the seventh stripe immediately. Again they screamed, but now I was sure - Lindsay was also becoming quite aroused as the moisture around her slit was becoming obvious.

After a few moments I gave them their eighth, and again paused as they screamed and cried out.

"Ready?" It was the next to last, and this time I brought the cane hard across the back of Tammy's thighs, I brought the cane hard up under Lindsay's ass. Again they screamed in the pain - I knew it hurt more on these spots.

"Ready?" I wanted to make this one special. I brought the cane as hard as I could across Tammy's ass, deliberately hitting the stripe which had been the first I had made. I knew this would hurt more than any of them. She screamed and screamed out loud.

"Lindsay, ready?" Again I whipped the cane as hard as I could across the first weal I had made, and again Lindsay screamed out loudly, her body squirming on top of Tammy's.

This time I noticed that their was a trickle of moisture running down the inside of her thighs, and knew she was ready. I quickly removed my clothes, scrambled on top of the girls, and put the tip of my cock to the lips of Lindsay's pussy. I waited, letting my finger gently caress her clitoris. Suddenly I felt her body move back towards mine and take the tip of my cock inside the soaking lips of her pussy. In one thrust I was deep inside her, breaking through her barrier which she hardly noticed. I waited for a few moments, but she was squeezing me with the muscles of her pussy, so I gently began to slide my cock in and out, holding on to her hips. After the few days of abstinence I was ready for this - but not as ready as she was. I began to thrust deep and hard inside her when she suddenly screamed in orgasm, her body shaking and twitching as she came hard. It pushed me over the edge - I thrust deep inside her and cried as I spurted my cum, more and more, deep into her, the first man ever to enter her, and give her his seed.

We both relaxed and my cock which she had milked dry slipped out of her. I stood off the bed and undid Lindsay's cuffs, helped her to her feet - she was still wobbly from her caning. I lay her beside Tammy on the bed. As I undid Tammy I told them both to lie there on their fronts and I would give them some soothing oil. There was little fight in them and they lay there waiting for what would happen.

I did get some soothing oil and rubbed into them gently, easing the pain of the cane, although sitting would be pretty painful for them for the next few days. After working on Lindsay I rubbed the oil into Tammy, and it was clear that all the sensations she had had were having an effect. The caning. Having Lindsay cum on top of her, and now the caressing with the oil - all brought on the occasional murmur of enjoyment, and she was moving in a way that was opening up rather than closing.

I turned her onto her back and kissed her, feeling myself hard already. I caressed her beautiful full breasts before taking her already hard nipples one at a time into my mouth. I moved down her body until my tongue was circling her clitoris, tasting her now wet pussy. I thrust my tongue inside her, tasting her, arousing her, before moving back up her body.

I moved so that my cock was at her lips - than whispered softly to her. "Tammy, invite me in."

Her reply was instantaneous. "Please fuck me."

I slowly slid my cock in to her barrier, then thrust my cock through and deeply inside her. I heard her gasp as I broke her barrier, but in seconds she was holding on tight. I began to fuck her slowly, then with quickening speed as her body responded to mine. Her breathe was getting faster as we fucked, then suddenly she cried out as her orgasm began. I quickly slipped my hands under her ass and dug my fingers hard into the deepest weal across her ass - where I had hit her twice. As I did she screamed out in a glorious mixture of pain and orgasm, her body writhing under me, the muscles of her pussy pulsating against my cock. It was enough - I cried out, and pumped my cum deep inside her, as her orgasm seemed to go on and on.

At last we had relaxed, all three of us, and I helped the two girls to the kitchen where they stood as we had hot drinks.

We went to bed together, and in the morning we fucked again - I still had plenty of energy for both of them. I even got them to make love to each other in a sixty nine which they seemed to enjoy.

We were still in bed when Judy returned home and found us. It was fun telling her what had happened, and she took to the girls immediately. The arrangements were set in place, and they moved into our separate bedroom.


In the end I asked them why they had stayed. It was Lindsay who spoke. "It took me half an hour to convince her to stay." She pointed to Tammy. "But when you told me the options it made me tingle - you know, down there. It suddenly became everything I had wanted and I didn't know. But you hit a lot harder than I imagined." She gave a wry grin.

"And was it what you wanted?" Judy asked.

Lindsay's reply was instantaneous. "Far better than I could have dreamed of".

Judy turned to the other girl. "Tammy?"

Tammy spoke with honesty. "It was hard. I don't even know if I liked it. But I want you three to like me………."

Chapter 2.

The two girls did get involved with our fun and our network, and Tammy did learn to enjoy the full range of sex, although she was never as masochistic as her friend. We got them a place in college each, and they got jobs at the motel to help finance their places. It was a good arrangement, they worked hard at their studies, we all had plenty of fun together and with our friends, but it was clear there was a corner of the girls that wasn't with us. We decided we needed to check it out with them.

It was Tammy who spoke. "Bill, Judy, you have been wonderful, but we miss our families. They were harsh at times, and seemed cold, but they are family and we love them. And we know this hurts them because they'll miss us like crazy, and we don‘t want to hurt them. We desperately miss them, but we can't go back to what we were before. We don't know what to do." Both girls broke down in tears.

Lindsay continued through her tears. "They weren't always like it. It was that group. Six years ago mum and dad got involved and they changed. They were controlled. They were told how to behave. How to bring up c***dren. How to spend their money - it was awful.

Tammy took over. "They even told us who we should marry, and how many c***dren we should have. I was lined up to marry a horrible old man - cousin of the founder, or something. He just leered at us."

Lindsay continued. "We were just going to be slaves to the dirty old men of the organisation, that was all there was for us. I can't believe our parents didn't see through it all."

"But," said Judy, "Do you think your parents are good people underneath? I know it's a hard question, but are they good?"

Judy's eyes bored into the two girls, forcing them to think, and think hard.

They both replied hesitantly, at the same time: "Yes".

Judy continued: "Are they glad you're gone, or will they miss you desperately?"

Again the girls thought. It was Tammy who replied. "I think they will miss us terribly - especially mum."

Lindsay added: "I think mine will too".

"Okay", said Judy, after moments of thought. She turned to me. "Bill, you will have to get in touch with them and let them know the girls are okay. You will have to arrange a neutral ground if they want to see the girls. And then we must plan. Perhaps, if the girls shouldn't return there, we could get the parents to join us - sex is a powerful thing."

The voice on the other end of the phone was very hesitant as I asked to speak to Mrs Belant - Lindsay's mother - as she confirmed that she was the person I wanted to speak to. I spoke quietly, with as friendly a tone as I could manage.

"Mrs Belant, my name is Bill. I can't tell you more at the moment. I believe your daughter left you two months ago."

Suddenly the lady on the other end of the phone became frantic. "Lindsay? You know where Lindsay is? Please tell me? Please? Tell her to come home. Please if you know where she is tell me. Is she safe?"

I waited until she stopped speaking. "Mrs Belant. Lindsay is safe. Lindsay and her friend Tammy are staying at our house."

Again the desperate voice: "Where is she, you haven't harmed her? Can I see her? Can I speak to her?"

"Mrs Belant, please listen to me." I paused until she calmed down. "Mrs Belant - Lindsay is safe. She has started college here, and has a part time job to help pay for it. No harm has come to her. And she would like to see you and your husband again, but at this stage only with myself and my wife present, and on neutral ground. You know that she was unhappy at home, and particularly with that group that you belong to."

Mrs Belant spoke before I could continue: "But it was only for our own good."

"Please listen", I said as she hesitated. "You know that she was very unhappy, particularly with that group, and cannot return home as long as that group is involved in your lives. But she still wants to see you."

"I so want to see her, and I'll explain to her how the group matters and why it is does what it does…….."

"Mrs Belant," I broke into her talking. "If you try to tell her how good the group is, or continue to ask her to return to the group, she will walk out on you and you may never see her again. Do you understand?". I spoke firmly, and there was a silence on the other end of the phone.

I continued. "Today is Monday. We want you and your husband to sign into the Forest motel" - the motel is about ten miles from us - "on Friday evening, and we will be in touch with you to explain what to do next." I gave her the address of the motel. At the end "Do you understand?"

The voice at the other end of the line was very quiet. "Yes."

I spoke more softly. "Mrs Belant, Lindsay is desperate to see you again. She loves you both dearly, but she cannot live the life you have chosen, which is why we have to take all these precautions. We all want you to be reconciled, but we have to be careful." I paused. "One other thing - please do not phone Tammy's parents this evening, although they might phone you later."

Mrs Belant sounded resigned. "We will be there. Please don't let any harm come to our daughter."

"No harm with come to your daughter," I assured her. "We will see you on the weekend." I put the phone down.

I had a similar conversation with Mrs Viney - Tammy's mother, and gave her another motel to sign into. Mrs Viney was rather more strident than Lindsay's mother, but agreed to what we had arranged. We knew it would be very very hard for the families to wait, but we needed the time to set up suitable protection.

The rest of the week took up a lot of arrangements - we had to be careful that we could arrange the meetings without other people being involved, and we certainly suspected that the sect they had joined would try to interfere with what was happening, and perhaps even try to take the girls back by force.

Through the week we also did some homework on the sect, and , pretending to be a TV station, invited the leader - one Charles Hanson, for an interview. Hanson - long-haired boaster of about forty five - never saw the "truth" d**g we put in his water, and his answers to some of our questions became very illuminating - useful for later. We were also lucky that the motel owners were friends and were willing to help us in our plans after we explained what we wanted to do. The police were also keen to be involved as well - they knew of Hanson but had never managed to get anything on him. We were, in the end, set for the weekend.

On the Friday the Belants and the Vineys signed into their respective motels, both receiving a message at the desk that someone would contact them later that evening. It was noticeable that up to a dozen people who were probably from the sect had signed in as well at each of the motels. We were tipped off that Hanson himself was there, along with his four cousins who ran the sect.

Later that evening we the motel gave a message to the Vineys and the Belants that we would contact them in the morning, but that we were sure that they, and any friends they had, would like to meet in the conference room at the Forest motel that evening at nine for a special reception laid on by the motel.

After the guests had a drink - certainly all members of the sect from both motels - the manager of the hotel welcomed them, and said he had a special video he was sure they would like to see introducing the hotel and the area, and he would come back in twenty minutes when the video had ended. He turned on the video in a special locked cabinet, showing on a huge plasma screen and left - no-one noticed he had locked the door behind him.

The guests were stunned to see their own leader on the video talking about the sect. His words were loud and clear.

What was it like being the head of a religious group? "………….Fantastic……………you get the pick of the women………….. you screw all these saps…………..you make your fortune………………" The room turned silent in shock as the words came from their leaders.

What did it mean to have the pick of the women. "……………..we fuck who we want. We get these young girls………….deflower them…………..fuck them……………….send them on missionary work…………….."

Send them on missionary work? "…………..tell the parents they are on missionary work……………sell them…………. Pimp in Chicago……………….make us a fortune………….top class prostitutes……………"

The remarkable tape continued in the same vein. Hanson tried to stop it but couldn't turn it off - the plasma screen was too high up, the video in a secure cupboard. For the first few minutes he shouted and ranted and raved along with the other leaders, but the video was louder. After perhaps five minutes he struggled with the door to try to escape suddenly realising the danger he was in. Three of four minutes of struggling with the door and trying to force windows showed him he was lost and he sunk silent in a corner. I was amazed how easily her was defeated, from my position behind a large two way mirror.

Finally on the video he was asked if he knew Lindsay Belant and Tammy Viney. "Of course I do - two hottest sluts we've ever had. We had it all organised - they were going to have two weeks at our **** house, then we had a slave owner prepared to give us a million for each. Nasty bit of work - he would really have tortured them, but it was good money for us. And their stupid parents believed us when we told them they should go to our own college."

Torture them? "………..sold girls to him in the past…………………six months……………………dumped in the river……………..block of concrete…………."

At this stage in the interview Hanson got angry. "And then they disappeared. Ten days before we were due to have them. Well, we put the screws on their parents but they didn't even know where they were. I'll kill the bastard who has got them."

With that the tape ended. There was a few minutes silence and then pandemonium. Two or three of the families thought their daughters were doing missionary work and knew they were dead or forced into prostitution. Others had put in a lot of money. And Hanson and the four cousins were shouting for silence, trying to escape, demanding obedience as some of the angry members turned on them.

We had watched it all through a two way mirror. The police stormed into the room, and within seconds the five leaders were handcuffed, the rest asked to remain behind, guarded by the police. We knew it would be a long night for the rest of the guests as the police took details from them and questioned them. We asked a policeman who was leading the raid to say to the Belants and the Vineys that we would be in touch in the morning, that we were sorry for the awful shock, but that their daughters were safe and waiting to see them. We left for a night's sleep.

Chapter 3.

At ten the next morning we phoned the Vineys. They were very subdued, both through lack of sleep and the shock of what had happened the evening before. We explained, as we had agreed with the police, that they should take nothing with them at all except their clothes, and walk to the other hotel and meet the Belants. They had to allow the police to search them so that they had no telephones or other tracking devices with them. That the two couples would start walking down the Manchester road, and that no-one else whatsoever should go with them. That they had to keep walking until something happened. We still felt we had to take precautions - some of the other people might still be loyal to Hanson and his cronies.

We watched the road from a good vantage point about three miles from town, until we saw the two couples come into view. They clearly were alone, so we sent the transport - Judy drove up behind them in our people carrier, stopped just ahead of them and hopped out. We knew they would be no trouble after having seen how they had reacted. She invited them into the car, and when they realised what was happening they sat in the back, repeatedly asking to see their daughters. Judy spoke little except to say that they were also waiting to see them. She drove for perhaps half an hour before heading along a single track road, then a narrow lane to a remote cottage which we had rented for the weekend. On arrival Judy asked them to go inside, and if they wanted they could make a coffee - that the rest of us would be here in a few minutes. We - myself , the two girls and several friends who were acting as "security" - arrived about ten minutes later. It was myself and Judy who went to speak to the two couples.

As I entered the cottage it was the first time I had seen them closely. They were all looking very haggard from their experiences so far and the accumulated stress of losing their two daughters. The Belants were in their early forties. Vince Belant was a good looking forty two year old, not slim, but carrying no extra weight. Veronica his wife was smaller, slim, and again attractive for her age.

Myrtle Viney was a rounder older version of her daughter - a beautiful black lady: very curvy, full figure in her mid forties with hair tied tightly back. George her husband was taller, thin, very quiet, but with a certain dignity.

I asked them to sit down but was greeted by the chorus of panicky parents. "Where are our daughters? We want to see them." I waited until they had calmed down, then again invited them to sit down.

"Vince, Veronica, George, Myrtle - welcome to this cottage which we have rented for the weekend." I spoke quietly to them. "Before you meet your daughters I have to say one or two things - by the way, I'm Bill." I stood again and shook hands with each of them, each one reluctantly shaking hands back. I continued.

"I need to say one or two things before you meet your daughters, who are more eager to meet you than you are them. Firstly, if you want to meet them you must stay here until Monday - not at the motels - but here, and share with us. Secondly do not try to take your daughters away - on Monday we can talk more about what next. If you try to take them away we have guards, alarms, and you will not succeed. Third - I know this has already been a traumatic weekend for you, and I know you are going through hell, but please believe me - we know you have two wonderful daughters who are very special to us - almost as special to us as they are to you. We know that you are good folks and deserve good things. We know that you and your daughters love each other like crazy, and we want you to get your daughters back, and want your daughters to get their parents back. But…." I hesitated. "You must trust us and do things our way."

There was silence in the room for many seconds, and surprisingly it was George Viney who broke the silence. "I will trust you; I think you can be trusted. I came here this weekend to kill you. I was going to take my daughter back and kill anyone who got in the way. But having seen what I've now seen I don't think I am worthy of her. I was going to take her back to him." He spat the word out with a vengeance. "What I have seen - you are the good guys, and we are the bad guys. So far. So I will go with you."

I nodded in thanks, then looked at the others. Each one in turn said they would trust, in various ways echoing George's sentiments.

"Thankyou". I paused "I hope you appreciate that we have to be very careful. It is now time - George, Myrtle - you stay here and Tammy will come in. Vince and Veronica - come with me and you will have your own room to meet Lindsay." I took the Belants to a bedroom, then fetched Lindsay from where she was waiting. She was in tears of nervousness. I led her to her parents, into the room, then stood back into the shadows. I knew Judy was doing the same with Tammy.

The meeting was very emotional. They looked at each, they cried, they hugged. It was wonderful to see. There was a lot of asking if Lindsay was alright; there was of asking about what had happened to them. I butted in briefly to say "I will leave you alone -come and join us in the kitchen when you are ready."

Judy and I waited for perhaps half an hour until the Vineys came to find us. A few moments later the Belants appeared as well. With both families the daughter was in the middle, the parents on either side with their arms around her. We served coffee and went to sit down together in the sitting room from where the Vineys had come. Both the Vineys and Belants were floating on air that they had been re-united.

The conversation went around the room, talking about college and details of what had happened. We had a light lunch together, then I asked them all to come through to the sitting room again.

After a few moments I spoke. "I hope I can call you friends now." Everyone was all smiles so I continued. "I know this has been an awful traumatic shock, but I have to say the shocks perhaps haven't finished."

All eyes were now turned to me, the two mothers with tears running down their cheeks. I continued. "We have to tell you a bit more about our existence, and perhaps some details about how we all met." The parents eyes still stared at me with confusion and a hint of horror at what might come. "I think Lindsay and Tammy want to tell you in some detail about that first evening, and then a bit more about what has happened since. You must promise me that you will hear them out to the end." The four parents didn't know what to do. They simply nodded in agreement.

As the girls spoke the four faces were stuck in utter shock. No movement when they described their caning. Or their enjoyment of what happened. Or their virginities taken. And as the girls spoke more and became more confident it was clear that the experience of that evening and afterwards had transformed their lives from the coldness and horror of the sect to the sheer teenage exuberance and enjoyment of life - and sex!

At last the girls ran out of things to say. Their parents were utterly stunned to silence. This time it was Veronica who broke the silence. "Thankyou for telling us all this. Perhaps you received what we ought to receive for what we did to you." This time it was myself and Judy who were stunned - silent.

It was Myrtle who spoke next. "Tammy - as you spoke I was horrified at what you went through." There was a pause, until she continued. "But part of me was jealous too. And a bit of me is excited as well. And now I agree with Veronica - it's what I want as well." The silence you could cut with an axe.

Myrtle turned to the two men, pointed at them and spoke vehemently. "And it's what you are going to get as well."

It was clear that both Vince and George were struggling to sit comfortably in their jeans - perhaps to say that they were "fuller" than normal.

Myrtle turned back to us. "What should we do?"

I was stunned. I had not expected this, although I wasn't really sure what I did expect. It was Judy who thought more quickly. "Well, we do not have a cane here, although we have brought some things with us. Are you happy to have ten each with the strap, rather than ten with the cane?"

I wasn't sure the men were too keen on this, although their macho-ness demanded that they did not appear to chicken out. No-one shook their head so we took this as agreement. Judy continued. "The thing is with the strap is that it can be used in different ways to the cane, and maybe we can set things up to be different." Then she said nonchalantly: "you four need to take your clothes off."


It was Myrtle who started and I watched as her body appeared. The black body, framed by white bra and panties was sensational. The black body completely revealed was stunning with full breasts hanging down the front, a rich black pubic hair, a full ass, with shapely legs - she was quite something. I watched veronica strip - slimmer with nicely shaped breasts and curved ass. We watched the two men strip rather more coyly than the two women, but both with fit bodies, and semi-stiff cocks, both of a reasonable size, with Vince's circumcised, and thicker as opposed to George's rather longer but slimmer. I made a mental note that perhaps it was time to try out a little man to man play sometime………………

We put cuffs on the hands of all four. We tied the men's hands to the roof beams of the cabin so that their arms were spread wide. We took the women, put them face to face with the men, and clipped their cuffs to the cuffs of the men. It was as we did it that they realised we had swapped partners - a naked George was face to face, close-up against Veronica, with Vince and Myrtle tight against each other, standing face to face. The closeness to someone else's naked wife clearly had an effect on the men, and as the couples tried to pull apart to relieve the embarrassment the men's cocks simple stood out straight and still touched the stomach of the woman they were chained to. Once they were still, myself, Judy and the two girls all agreed that we would take it in turns with the strap……………………

Twenty minutes later there were 4 very sore people with wide red stripes from their shoulders to their knees, hanging from the ceiling beams. To be fair, while they had screamed they had taken it well, and it was clear the mixture of pain and closeness to a strange woman had an effect on them all - both men were stiff, the nipples of both women were stiff as well.

We spoke to them just before we released them, and they did what we suggested - both men grabbed the woman they had been strung up with and rolled on top and was fucking her in seconds. The two girls, Judy and I left the two couples to it and went for a walk outside, returning half an hour later.

The four parents had all found clothes to wear, and were sitting around sipping coffee looking rather embarrassed. For the rest of the Saturday and the Sunday we all remained at the cottage. Judy, myself and the two girls shared a bed, the two sets of parents the other - and it seemed clear from what was happening and what had happened on the Saturday that the men were enjoying both women, both women enjoying the two men. The video, the daughter's experiences, the strap - they had all been changed, and a huge dam seemed to have been released. We made sure none of us got involved in their sexual fun, although the eight of us had a good social time together.

On the Monday morning we gathered for the big conference - what next? It was decided surprisingly quickly. It was Lindsay who knew what had to be done. "I'm sorry, Bill and Judy, but we do want to be with our families. You have been wonderful, but we want to be with them. We'll visit and have fun as much as we can. We will carry on at college now. We will find jobs a bit closer to home. But we will never forget you."

And it was agreed. The families left, and we sent on the girls stuff later. The girls did visit regularly, and when we saw them were very happy at home. The two families had been on holiday together, and were even thinking of moving in together. Hanson and his cronies ended up in court and left with life sentences for murder, k**nap, ****, assault and a string of other charges.

Judy summed it up. "I think it was a good job well done."