Chapter 2

Edgar was dying with curiosity to discover the secret of Mister Crane's steady stream of pretty females visiting him in the basement unit at the building he had inherited from his aunt.

One early morning he waylaid an attractive dark-haired woman moving rapidly away from the side entrance and convinced her to come to his top floor suite just to see the view of the river that was filled with traffic heading in both directions like a busy avenue in the downtown area.

She confided in him that her name was Claire Jacobs and that she had indeed spent the night in Mister Crane's basement but she only knew him by his title of "The Master" and she and all the other girls all referred to him as that.

When she took the hood of f of her head to sip the coffee he had poured for her, he saw that she was a bit bruised in the face and the neck and that her mascara had run in streaks down her pretty face from the copious tears she must have shed during her "ordeal" as Mister Crane's guest.

Edgar could discern that the young woman was off above average intelligence and that she was obviously in need of funds to submit to the "discipline" administered by Mister Crane and his two assistants, Mike and Frank. She told him that it was entirely her decision to take the role of victim in the night-long session and that he had videotaped the highlights of the many tests administered to her and two other young ladies that were still in residence for at least the next twenty-four hours. She had elected to leave because she had need only for the amount promised for the twelve hour session which was sufficient to pay her rent for the entire month.

"It's important to always pay your rent, Mister Edgar because the landlord is the one who can toss you out in the street on your ear."

The shame of it would never be forgotten in her mind and she had seen it happen to her mother just before she died on a cold winter night so many years ago.

He showed her the large hot tub in the oversized bathroom and she prepared a nice bubble bath to cleanse the sweat and tears of the ordeal from her pretty young skin.

Claire didn't seem to mind that he remained in the room to hand her some items she found great solace in in the warm bubbly water. She even implored him to scrub her back and when he went way low in the water and ran his fingers into her private crack she only giggled and told him,

"What a very nice man you are, Mister Edgar. Please clean me inside a little bit because that Mike took great delight in sticking his nasty toys up there just to make me cry in front of Mister Crane."

The fact that she was opening up and describing her time in the basement led Edgar to make notes in case he wanted to compare the story to others he hoped to collect to find out exactly what Mister Crane and his cronies were doing to the young women that paraded through his basement unit.

It became apparent to him after listening to her story that the three men in the basement were all aficionados of the BDSM branch of erotica and that they were steeped with the kinky processes of the fetish in dishing out punishment to submissive young women that did it to make money to buy their necessities or feed their families. In turn, they would make videotapes of the entire process to make a profit on their sinful and mean-spirited activities.

Apparently, his well-behaved aunt was aware of the affair and would often watch the rituals and sometimes even participate for her own pleasure.

He dried off the young woman and took her to the spare bedroom telling her that she could stay there until she recovered from her ordeal.

Claire was still stark naked and dropped to her knees to "pay back" Edgar for his help. He was inclined to not participate but the touch of her pretty lips on his shaft was enough to convince him that it was only gentlemanly to accept a present when it was offered. It was a blow job of long duration and eventually resulted in Claire swallowing frantically to gobble all of Edgar's spunk down and not stain the pretty carpet. He patted her on top of the head like she was a visiting niece or cousin giving him a friendly lesson in submissive feminine desires.

He gave Claire a sedative to calm her down and let her sleep in the king-sized bed with the shades drawn tightly to keep the light of the bright day from her troubled eyes. It was time to have a serious talk with the "Basement Man" on his own turf.

Mister Crane was sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee in front of him. His two henchmen Mike and Frank were chowing down on heaps of pancakes with lots of butter and syrup at the long counter top at the end of the room. He wondered silently who had made them for the hungry muscle and where they had gone to. Edgar didn't see Mister Crane cooking anything for anybody ever in his entire life.

"Good morning, Edgar, could I interest you in a cup of coffee?"

He sat down opposite the older man but waved off the offer with his hand not willing to drink anything in the basement unless he knew exactly what ingredients were in it.

"It has come to my attention that you have been conducting some illegal activities in the basement and I need you to explain to me why I should allow you to continue without proper supervision."

Mister Crane rested back against the padded back of the chair and looked at his visitor with half- closed eyes and nervously tapped the handle of his coffee cup in some Morse code that made no sense.