Chapter 21: The Parkers

Shirley Parker was 36 years old, good looking and recently divorced. Her and her eighteen-year-old daughter Janet lived together in a very nice house, worth close to a million dollars in their neighborhood. Lots of woods, quiet. She received now a regular alimony from her rich-ex, Roger Parker. Her own wealth made for a very comfortable living for her and Janet.

Sheldon Judge was a janitor at the Smith-Jackson Building on 47th Street. He’d been doing his rounds one day when he overheard a man talking on the speaker phone in the next office to someone about his wife and daughter that had just left him. A divorce or something. He seemed happy to be rid of them. The man laughed a lot.

Later, Sheldon was in the man’s office just after hours, picking up trash. He carefully removed the picture of the wife and daughter from the picture frame on the shelf. He dug around a little; found a paper that showed his home address, 4205 Woodridge Lane. Well, it was a starting point.

Sheldon lived alone in a small apartment. He was pretty much a nerd, but now, at 48 years old, he was a horny nerd. He had two friends like himself. They had all met as janitors at different jobs, and today they hung out together. One was Leonard Malwoski, a 39-year-old nerd who also worked lights at the theater, part time. The third was Howard Shallon, 45, a barely employed janitor with a good mind for computers. The three were always inventing new games. These were intricate, complex games. Mostly just recon stuff. They’d have to first locate a pretty girl, then somehow get her address. If they did, then they’d study Googlemaps, find if there was a blind side to her house, like woods, or fields, or a business. If so, the game was to sneak out and take turns putting up a small video camera mount on the side of a tree. It had to be high enough to see inside a second story bedroom window. First night was usually Sheldon, the Leonard on the second night, while Howard got the third night. By the third night, Howard had a pretty good idea where the better angles would be. The one who got the better shots wins the game.

The more they played the game, the better they got. At first, they got lucky once a month or so. A quick shot of a teen standing nude in her room. Lately though, with better equipment, they would get a good view in one out every four homes. So far, no one had been spotted going in to set up or remove the cameras. Sheldon couldn’t forget the one house, though. He’d put the camera up, and it was very close to her bathroom window. Every time she took a shower or did her hair or anything, he saw it all. The big mirror on the opposite wall only helped his view of her. He’d gotten many hours of recordings of her. His interested was peaked.

Then Sheldon had heard that man, Mr. Parker, discussing his divorce. A wealthy man, no doubt. He’d mentioned a wife and daughter. The what-if’s flooded in. He put the idea before his friends. What if they found their house? What if they could figure out how to disable the alarm? What if the woman was good looking? Or ugly? What about the daughter? What if she was ugly, or fat, or underage? Even if they could get through all the traps in this quest, then what? They looked at each other. Yeah, then what?

Leonard said, “Well, I don’t know about you guys, but I’m horny as fuck! I say, if we get to either Dungeon A, the mom is perfect, or Dungeon B, the daughter is perfect, or Dungeon C, they’re both perfect; well, I vote we fuck the winner. Or winners. Whichever it might be. I hope it’s Dungeon C, but we’ll see. Right? Am I right? Come on, what do ya say?” They all looked at each other. Sheldon asked, “What if they’re both fat and/or ugly? Then what?” Leonard said, “Then we just leave.”

Howard said, “Well, uh, it has been a long time.” Sheldon said, “We’re gonna need some Viagra. A lot of Viagra.” They all jumped on the computer.

The home was a luxury home alright, not too far from town. After hours, Howard drove to the address. A luxury home in the woods, he took his four remote cameras and, using camouflage Velcro, he secured them to trees across from the house in the woods some. With a thumbs up by cell phone for each camera, he drove home. In their apartment, they set the four cameras to record. First, they zoomed in where they could. The bathroom curtain was always pulled. The woman appeared to be good looking. Not obese, that was for sure. She had brown hair that came down just below her shoulders. She had big tits, that seemed obvious in a few shots. She looked to be maybe 5’8” or 5’9” he thought. Not tall. Shorter.

The daughter was shorter still. Maybe 5’5” they figured. She had blonde hair that was styled down to her shoulders. Sheldon said she should be eighteen, considering the grade she was in. Howard and Leonard disagreed. “She’s got the tits of an eighteen-year-old, no doubt. But she’s so short. That hair; I don’t know. I say, fifteen, tops.” They all made bets.

They watched their routines closely. It was pretty predictable. Out the door at 8:30 am. Home around 6:00 pm. Lights out around 10 pm. Operation Xeon Night was set for a Friday night. That way, on Saturday morning, no one would be looking for them right away. They had the house mapped out. Colonial style, model 83701. The alarm was typical, and easily disabled. They made a simple chip board with two wire clips. Just clip it here and here and the system is off.

The night came. The trio wore all black, just gym shorts, black t-shirts and black ski-masks. They parked and got ready to move through the woods to the house. It was 10:05 PM. Howard complained, “I shouldn’t have taken so many Viagras! My dick is sticking out the bottom of my shorts!” Leonard said, “Yea, me too!” They laughed a little, then went on to the house. At the alarm box, Leonard said they should have checked the alarm disabler the night before. “Too late now,” Sheldon said as he put the clips in place. “That should do it,” he said. Leonard whispered, “If it doesn’t go to Plan R.” Sheldon asked what was Plan R. “Run!” said Leonard.

The three crept around to the back window door on the patio. Howard took his tools, fiddled with the door latch. “Hurry up!” Sheldon said. “Shut up! I only watched the YouTube video once,” Howard whispered back. Suddenly there was a click and they froze. Then Howard slowly slid the door open. No alarm sounded. Nothing but quiet darkness. Sheldon said to the others, “I can’t believe we’ve made it into the Kingdom of Zar. Look at this place!” Howard pointed out that beyond lay the doors of two maidens awaiting their lust.

Inside, they crept up the stairs. A TV played in one room. Another had some music playing. The decided the music was the daughter, the TV was the mother. They knew that with their knives, their best choice was to grab the younger one first. They went to the room with the music. Sheldon slowly pushed open the door. The mother was laying there in bed, right by the door. She turned and saw Sheldon in his mask. Sheldon leapt. Before she could even get out a sound, he had his hands on her face, pushing her head to the side on her bed, clutching her mouth closed. The other two came in behind him, immediately began tie wrapping her. Thick plastic tie-wraps secured her one wrist, then another put her two wrists together. They quickly secured her ankles as she kept trying to make a lot noise. Once secured, Leonard came up and put his Mighty Zeon sword, his hunting knife, to her face. “You must come quietly with us, Lady of the House. Come quietly, do as we say, or you and your daughter will be slaughtered like pigs.” Holding the knife against her throat, the woman looked scared to death and didn’t dare say a word. He and Sheldon pulled the woman up to her feet. Howard said, “I thought we were supposed to get the younger...” “Shut up Howard!” Sheldon barked.

They moved down the hall to the TV sound. They paused, then burst into the room all at once. The girl was laying face down on her bed, watching TV and reading a magazine. She leapt up and off the bed, screamed, “What?! Who are you?! Mom?!”

Howard moved quickly to the girl as she was crying out, taking his knife and putting it right up against her neck. “I am Big One, the Warrior! You are my slave girl! You will do what I say! Understand, peasant?!” The girl still kept trying to ask questions, but finally fell silent and just nodded, shaking, obviously scared to death with a sharp knife pressing against her neck.

Janet was shoved back against the floor-to-ceiling windows. Her mother was thrown next to her. They both stood together, facing these three crazy men in masks. When they came in, Janet’s floor lights had automatically come on, and now Janet could see that one man’s penis was sticking out of the bottom of his shorts! Gross! Oh gross, another one, too! She gripped her mom, scared shitless with no idea what to do. Christ, she was only just eighteen yesterday! They both had a million questions, but even more so, they just wanted these men to leave, now! Shirley spoke, with some anger in her tone. “Who are you? What do you want? You have to leave! You have to leave, now!” Janet was too scared to say anything.

Leonard stepped forward. He held his knife straight up in front of them. “You will do what we say! We are the dungeon masters, and you are our prize slaves. You must stay silent and do what we say!” Howard stepped up. He pointed his knife at the older mother. “The first thing you must do, madam, is take off those peasant clothes.” Shirley replied arrogantly, “I’ll do no such thing!” Howard stepped next to Janet, put his knife to her head. “Then I’ll start giving her a new face. How about a nice scar from here to here?” He traced a line across her face as she tried to turn away. Her mom cried out, “Hey! Stop that! Don’t! Ok, Ok, I’ll do it, just don’t hurt her.” Shirley was mad as hell, but she had no choice. The three men knew it, too.

The three watched the mother getting undressed. It was way, way better than their recon cameras. For her age, she was in great shape. She pulled off her nightshirt first, exposing her breasts. They looked even bigger in person. Way more than a handful. All the guys now had erections. As nerds, they just stared. They’d never had girlfriends to speak of before, so this was a dream come true for them. Her nipples, areoles, they were amazing to stare at. The mom slid her panties off. Her bush was neatly trimmed, her butt tight and firm. She covered herself, said sarcastically, “There, happy?”

Howard made her turn around, then handcuffed her hands behind her with these punk, furry handcuffs he had. Leonard asked him, “Where did you get those girly things?”

“They were on sale, ok?” Howard replied snidely. He spoke to the woman, “Those aren’t too tight, are they sweetie?” She jerked around and Howard jumped back. Sheldon spoke to the daughter. “You, younger one. How old are you?” She looked up, blushing, replied quietly, “Seventeen, I mean, eight, eighteen...” Sheldon asked “Well which is it?” Janet replied, “I, I was eighteen just yesterday, see...”

Howard spoke up with arrogance in his tone. “You say you’re eighteen, but you don’t look eighteen. What grade are you in? What year were you born? Who was the President then?” She looked at him quizzically, then Leonard said, “Don’t mind him. If you say you’re eighteen but look fifteen, well then, okie dokie.”