Chapter 01

Prelude

My favourite cousin got into big trouble and came to me for help. For the first time in her life she went to the best person to help her. I’m what they call a geek or a nerd, but I’m not your typical geek or nerd. I’m a twenty-seven year old of just above average height with average looks and an average build. I’m very fit from studying three forms of martial arts, playing and refereeing basketball a lot, and gymnastics; which is why I’m not your average nerd. I love studying and I’m usually in the top five percent of my classes. I’d just finished eight years at university doing three computing degrees at the same time with Masters degrees in two of them. The teachers thought I was mad because I did extra classes for fun. I did a psychology minor as well as half of the business management and accounting degrees. When my cousin approached me I was looking for work, but not fanatical about the search because I already have a couple of very good contracts I’m working on as a ’you get paid for the work if you can do it’ basis. Also, my Dad is rich and he’s happy to spoil me, so why should I bust a gut to get work straight away! Oh, I almost forgot, I’m James and most people call me Jim, some who really know me call me Slippery Jim, or SJ, or Slippery, amongst many other things of which some shouldn’t be used in polite company.

Anyway, my cousin Ellie, her full name is Elouise, had asked me to help her out and to not tell her family about what happened. As I said, she’s my favourite cousin - fifth or sixth, something like that as I’m not sure how it’s calculated and most people don’t count the relationship as one today. When she was younger I used to babysit her a lot. It was just after her parents split up. I cost her mum nothing since my mum would send me over to babysit when asked because they’re very close friends for most of their lives, almost like sisters. Ellie and I always got on well, unlike how I related to my other cousins. She’s now eighteen years old, a bit shorter than me with an athletic build, blond hair, blue eyes, nice firm breasts the size of oranges, a bad case of being ultra cute, and as naïve as they come. When her troubles started she was incredibly naïve in many ways. She came to me at the first chance she had, and that’s what saved her. She came to me the Tuesday night before the Easter long weekend. Here, let me tell you about things as she told them to me.

The Troubles

Two weeks ago Teri and Jeri, two sisters in year twelve at Ellie’s school, approach Ellie just after her eighteenth birthday. Although born nearly a year apart Teri and Jeri look like twins. Both are tall with very athletic builds, red hair, lots of freckles, lovely faces, trim figures with firm full breasts, and proportionally longer legs than normal. They come from a very rich family and they lead the ’In’ crowd at the private high school they all go to. Teri walks up to Ellie and says, “Hey Ellie, we’re having a sleepover this weekend. You have to go straight from school on Friday and we drop you at home late on Sunday night. We’ll also be having another one for the whole of the Easter long weekend from Thursday night through to the Tuesday night, a whole five days straight, it’ll be the same type of deal. How about joining us for both?”

Ellie replies, “I’d love to, but I’ll have to check it out with Mum first.” Teri nods agreement and moves on. Ellie is walking on air because she’s in year eleven and the school’s leading seniors want her at a sleepover. That night she asks about going and her mother gives her reluctant approval. She’d heard some not nice things about these two sisters, but she has nothing solid enough to object to Ellie going to the sleepovers.

After school on Friday Ellie meets Teri and Jeri outside of the school. They’ve a mini-bus being driven by a man in a chauffeur’s uniform. He holds the door open while three other girls, two year twelve and one year eleven students, get on before Ellie, Teri, and Jeri get on. When he starts to drive the bus Ellie looks around at the other girls who are all blue eyed blonds with builds similar to Ellie’s, and she wonders about this.

Teri hands Ellie a bottle of coke to have a drink of. She doesn’t really like coke, but she makes like she’s having a good slug to be friendly while just sipping a little to wet her lips. When Ellie hands it back Teri puts the lid back on the bottle and places it back in the cooler on the bus floor - no one else has a drink. Ellie gives her an odd look about that. Teri nods at Ellie, and Ellie is grabbed from behind. One girl has her around the waist and the other two have an arm each to hold her into the seat. Teri leans over and runs her hand along Ellie’s face, down to her chest, and fondles her breast while saying, “Don’t worry, by the time we reach our weekend home the drug in the coke will have sapped your strength and your will power. You’ll do everything we want you to do. Jeri and I just love cute blonds as we find them irresistible. You’ll make a good addition to our pool of blond sex slaves. Oh, we’re both lesbians, but we don’t show it around school. Also, the three cuties behind you are already our sex slaves.” Leaning close she opens Ellie’s mouth by pulling her jaw down and kisses her. She slides her tongue as far into Ellie’s mouth as she can. Ellie starts to cry. The windows of the bus have heavy tinting, so it’s almost impossible for anyone to look in. Added to that is the fact the bus went onto the Motorway by an entrance only a few minutes from the school, so it’s unlikely they’ll be any help for Ellie from strangers in any of the other motor vehicles.

The girls tie Ellie’s arms to the seat then they start running their hands all over her body. A few minutes late Jeri moves beside Ellie to pull her left leg out wide while Teri pulls her right leg out wide on the other side. Her legs are tied to the legs of the seat. Jeri lifts Ellie’s skirt and tucks it into her waistband. Teri reaches over with a knife to cut Ellie’s panties at the waist, just above each leg. Jeri tugs on the remains, and pulls them right off. They slide Ellie’s top and bra up to expose her breasts. Sitting beside her the two girls spread their legs wide and they pull their skirts up to show their natural red-haired pussies since they’ve no panties on.

Teri says, “Licking time, girls.” The other three girls move around in front of Ellie, Teri, and Jeri; they’ve no expressions on their faces. In unison they kneel and lower their faces into the three pussies before them. The girls are experienced pussy eaters who start licking and sucking the pussy in front of them with vigour and skill.

Teri and Jeri soon come. Due to the circumstances Ellie isn’t enjoying herself; but the girl eating her pussy is very good, so she’s getting Ellie excited despite the situation. When Teri and Jeri have their third come Ellie orgasms for the first time, and she hates herself for doing so. Teri and Jeri play with Ellie’s breasts during all this. After Ellie comes for the second time Teri says, “Don’t worry, by the time we finish your training you’ll be just as good a pussy eater as these three. With any luck you’ll hate eating pussy as much as they do. They eat pussy despite it now making them sick. They do it so well because they don’t relish the punishment we’ll give them if they disobey us. They used to enjoy eating pussy a lot, but not any more. We’ll have as much fun with you in our dungeon as we’ll have with your tongue in our pussies or on Daddy’s dick. Won’t we Daddy?”

The driver says, “Yes, you will, and I’ll enjoy watching you beat her more than I’ll enjoy her mouth on my dick.” Ellie blanches on realising the driver is the girls’ father, and he’s going to be in on her humiliation and torture. “Don’t worry, Dear, this weekend is to break your spirit and to get your training started. We won’t beat you for fun, yet, unless you disobey us. Do as you’re told immediately and you won’t taste the lash until after you’re fully trained.” Ellie gulps.

On Teri’s orders the other three girls undress. One lies on the seat opposite Ellie then spreads her legs wide, exposing her pussy. Another starts telling Ellie how to eat pussy while the third demonstrates on the girl with spread legs. After twenty minutes the instructor demonstrates on Ellie before kneeling on the seat with her pussy at Ellie’s mouth. It’s clear what’s wanted, so Ellie starts putting her recent lesson into practice. This isn’t the first time she’s eaten pussy or been eaten, but she does like to have a say in the matter; but that’s not possible here.

By the time the bus reaches the house in the Blue Mountains west of Sydney Ellie has eaten each of the other five girls twice, and she’s been eaten four times each by the other three blonds. Teri and Jeri spend a lot of time sucking on her tits while the other girls eat them. Ellie realises her only hope of survival is to be absolutely obedient to Teri, Jeri, and their father. So she works hard at doing just that.

The Playroom

After getting out of the bus in the garage attached to the house the girls go inside and down the stairs into a large room. The room has a huge double glazed glass wall that looks out over the valley while the other three walls are solid stone, except for the entrance door. The room is full of frames and devices for BDSM activities as well as video cameras with a computer station in one corner. The man goes around the room turning on the recording devices while Teri and Jeri take the girls to the devices then tie them in place to different ones. Ellie isn’t happy with the idea of recordings, but she sees she has no way out of this so she acts submissively. Luckily she has a reputation around the school for being submissive, so they’re not surprised by her behaviour. However, she makes a vow to herself to deal with them, somehow, when she has a chance. Teri says, “Ellie, what do you think of our playroom?”

Ellie truthfully replies, “I’ve never seen anything like this before, so I don’t know what to think of it.” She’s then taken to a flat table and tied to it with her legs held out to the sides. The man places a camera right in front of her then he focusses it on her. He undresses and places his dick on her lips, so she opens her mouth and waits for instructions. Teri tells her how to suck cock, so Ellie does as told. He soon comes in her mouth so she swallows it. Smiling, the man moves some more cameras around.

Teri gets a whip off the wall then approaches one of the girls tied over a vaulting horse. She says, “You were late joining us at lunch two days in a row, you know what that means?” The girl nods, then Teri slashes the whip across the girl’s arse twice. The girl starts whimpering while the second hit is still in the air. Teri is smiling. The girl screams with the second hit. Ellie watches as Teri and Jeri orgasm to the sound of the screams. Ellie realises she’s in real big trouble with this group.

Jeri walks to where one girl is strapped to a sloping bench with her face in the middle of a seat, her legs are spread wide while two clips hold her labia apart. Sitting in the seat Jeri has her pussy in the girl’s mouth. As the girl eats her pussy Jeri reaches down to slap the girl’s clit hard with a little flat stick. Ellie can hear the girl’s scream from across the room, despite the pussy in her face. Four slaps, four screams, and Jeri is coming hard while the girl is hard pressed to swallow all of Jeri’s fluids.

Ellie is quick to work out it’s the sound of the screaming that’s getting Jeri and Teri off, so she decides to scream her lungs out when touched. After watching the sisters play with the other girls Ellie trembles when they approach her. Teri reaches out to twist Ellie’s nipple, so Ellie screams very loud. Teri reaches out to squeezes Ellie’s clit, so Ellie adds a high pitched warble to her scream. Both girls come and their father says, “Yes, I’m coming.” They let go, so Ellie stops screaming.

During the weekend Ellie swallows lots of their father’s semen as he often comes back to have her suck his dick. She screams a lot when they pinch various parts of her body. It’s not a fun weekend for Ellie, but she survives it. It’s less fun for the other three who’re constantly whipped and beaten. Thus they spend a lot of time whimpering.

Before they drive back into town they show Ellie some of the video from the weekend before they promise to put it on the Internet if she doesn’t come back for the next weekend. So Ellie simply says, “Yes, Mistress.” Both girls and their father smile at her submissive response. They should have remembered she’s part of an amateur theatre group, and she’s often asked to do semi-professional acting work in the local productions. However, they don’t remember about her acting, despite it being mentioned in the school paper a few times when she was paid for acting work because she’s now classed as a semi-professional. Ellie is only a semi-pro due to her still being at school as a full-time student.

Getting Help

On the Monday after the weekend Ellie sends me an email asking me to visit a.s.a.p. This is unusual because our discussions are electronic as face to face for a personal talk is usually not allowed now. Now she’s in her teens and a good looking girl her mother isn’t happy about how well we get on. I make arrangements to call around on the Tuesday night in a manner that makes it look natural because I often visit Ellie’s family mid-week to deliver messages or things for Mum and Dad. This week I offer to take something round to save Mum the trip over there.

Once there I spend time talking to Ellie in the family room with the TV turned up loud. She tells me the story I related above. It’s clear to me Ellie hasn’t told me everything that went on, and she doesn’t want to. She tells me just enough to get me to help her. She also tells me the address of the weekend house. Despite everything that went on she made note of it on the way in. She may be naive in many ways, but she’s not dumb or an idiot. She just lacks experience, and a bit of healthy paranoia.

I explain she’s got two choices of: one, not going with them Thursday, or two, to hope it’s to the same house, I can get there, and get inside the house before them. She decides to go with the second option.

The next day I go to look up Max, an old school friend. Together we look up his father, Rob, and an uncle called Jacks. I explain to them some of the basics of what happened before I ask them to help me by committing a couple of crimes for me. Years ago Rob and Jacks were two of the best house breakers in the business, and I’m one of the few people who knows it. Six years ago they went straight when the police looked like they were getting close to them. They felt they’d made enough to set up their own legal businesses, so they stopped committing burglaries.

We drive to the Blue Mountains in Max’s car. He drops the rest of us about two kilometres from the house then keeps going down the major road he dropped us on. We leave our mobile phones with him, and I carry a new prepaid mobile phone that’s turned off. It’s to be turned on for use in an emergency. Most people don’t know it, but any turned on mobile phones can be tracked. We walk through the scrub to the house and we’re careful to avoid the regular approach paths and other houses.

Reaching the edge of the house clearing we give it a close study with binoculars. Jacks says, “It looks like there’s no phone or alarm system on it at all.”

Shaking my head I say, “You’re a fool if you believe that. I think there’s an underground fibre optic phone line that comes up inside the house. Look at that mild indentation line in the lawn, it’s just right for that. Also, on the side of the house is the dish for a satellite TV while there’s another dish near the top of the roof. That looks like a microwave phone dish, and it’s aimed in the direction of the nearest phone relay tower. If they’ve gone to that expense you can bet there’s an alarm system installed that phones a security service with twenty-four hour by seven days a week monitoring.”

On a longer more careful and closer examination we locate several well concealed sensors for the alarm system plus five video cameras. We start mapping out the coverages. Between us we soon have it all worked out. The recently built rubbish bin containment area interferes with the sensors aimed toward the approaches from that side of the house. We can see a newer video camera aimed into the construction, but nothing covering the approach path it now obstructs. By myself I wouldn’t have found half of the sensors or worked out an approach path. We withdraw to make our way back to the main road. On the way we divert to check the suspected land line feed. We find a phone service junction box where the next two neighbours join the line about a kilometre from the house; it’s a fibre optic cable. We also find the underground power line, due to having spotted its junction service pit.

As we walk to where Max is waiting we discuss ideas. When we get about three kilometres from the house Jacks uses the new mobile phone to call someone else to discuss some ideas. The friend says he’ll look into something and call back. When he calls back he tells us the microwave tower and the cable phones all feed into the same local exchange, one that really needs many equipment upgrades. He can take it off line and make it look like a normal equipment failure when he does. It’ll take Telstra, the telecommunications provider who owns the equipment, about twenty minutes to notice it and fix it, maybe longer.

We sit down in the trees to discuss getting into the house while the phones are out. That means we’d have time to locate and override the alarm system. We turn the phone off then sneak back to the house. Getting up close by using the identified approach path we work our way up to the side of the garage. We’ve trouble looking in the windows as they have very heavy tinting, but we can see what’s inside. Jacks pulls out an instrument to place it against the glass. He smiles, “The motion detector inside is a fancy one, but I can fool it if need be. From what I can see I think the main control panel is just inside the door from the garage into the house. It seems to have a very good deadlock on it. This isn’t going to be an easy place to enter.” We take care when we leave.

An hour and a half later we meet up with Max four kilometres from the house. On the way we speak about the system at length, and agree we just don’t have the resources to deal with the systems in place. While we walk and talk I realise we don’t have to deal with all of the security systems in place. So I say, “OK, we can’t get in while the owners are away. Can we get in when they get home?” Jacks gives me odd looks. “I know they’ll be coming back Thursday afternoon about dusk, maybe just before or just after. Can we duck into the garage just behind their vehicle while the bulk of the sensors are disabled for their entrance?”

Jacks smiles and says, “If we’re hiding beside the garage at the time of their entry we can race in behind their car. I’ve a portable device that’ll bamboozle the motion sensor inside. But we’d have to stay undetected while they turn off the main alarm.”

We smile as we discuss it some more. We soon have a workable plan. We’ll go to there early Thursday afternoon then make our way to the garage to hide near it. The phone expert Jacks knows will arrange for the sub-exchange to go down at the same time the targets arrive home, timing based on when they pass a certain point on the road. When they open the garage we’ll follow the minibus in and bamboozle the motion sensor. We’ll slide under the bus while they exit the garage to enter the house, they’ll turn off the main alarm when they do that. With the motion sensor still fooled we’ll slide out to open the door into the house. The only weak point is if they reactivate a sensor on the door between the house and the garage, thus the need for us to take the phone down at that moment.

That night I send Ellie an email saying I’m sorry she has a prior arrangement for the weekend so she won’t be able to go to the Royal Easter Show with me and my friends on Saturday. I wish her a fun weekend and add I’ll catch up with her later. An innocuous enough message, but very telling for her. We hadn’t discussed going to the Royal Easter Show at all, and she knows I hate going there because the crowds and pushing annoys me. I know she’ll understand I’m telling her to go with Teri and Jeri this weekend because I’ll be doing something during the weekend. She replies with a message saying she’ll be enjoying a fun weekend with some girls from school, so she’ll catch up with me whenever. I know she got my message and understood it.

During the week I visit some other friends to get some special toys from a BDSM speciality shop, and another friend sells me a box of prepared one shot syringes. I also prepare some recorded messages to be used over the weekend. I wrap all of the items up in cloth so they won’t make any noise or get damaged during our entry gymnastics. I also make sure I set them up in a way to allow me to get at the items I’ll need quick access to during our entry.

Counter Strike

Jacks’ friend needs a hand at the exchange and the mini-bus isn’t that big, so only Jacks and I are going into the house behind the bus while Max watches the road at the check point.

Arriving about an hour before we expect the girls to arrive we make our way to the garage and wait right against it while snuggled up to the wall. It’s a bit cool and uncomfortable while we wait, but I promise Jacks he’ll really enjoy the spoils of this campaign. We sit there with our own thoughts for company while we say nothing.

Entry and a Start

It’s just going dark when we see headlights swing across the yard as we hear a vehicle enter the driveway. The garage door starts to open as the tyres crunch on the gravel. The lights vanish into the garage. We’re up and moving around the corner very fast. Inside the garage is bright with the vehicle lights and the room light, behind us is dark and we’re wearing dark clothes. Crouching low to keep below the window line we race after the mini-bus. We slide under it when it stops. The only risk we took was if someone looked out the rear window while we chased after the bus. The garage door closes and the bus lights go off.

The mini-bus doors open and we see the feet of people climbing out. Only the driver has shoes on. Using a small extending mirror for looking into hard places I watch what’s happening on the house side of the bus. The man unlocks the door into the house. He reaches in to punch a panel inside. He holds the door open for the girls when they walk into the house and turn left. While they do this I put the mirror away then I slide down to the front of the bus. From the placement of his feet I think the man is watching the girls walk around the back of the bus. Standing up in the shadow created by the front of the bus I sneak a look to see the man looking inside the house. I dash to him and I strike his neck with a blow to stun him. He grunts and he starts to drop. Sticking my foot out to hold the door open I grab him to hold him up. Jacks slides out from under the bus and he helps me carry the man into the house. He examines the control panel. Turning to me he whispers, “Perfect, he’s turned off all of the interior security. It seems to be a pre-set option for when he’s here.” I smile and nod to acknowledge his statement.

Opening my bag I take out a pair of handcuffs and put them on the man then close them tight. I also slip a special gag into his mouth. As I do the gag up he starts to stir. With the gag in place he can’t make a sound. Using some Velcro straps I tie his arms to his body and his legs tight together. Jacks picks him up to carry him downstairs. All of this has taken only a minute or so. We make our way downstairs. I open my bag to remove more handcuffs and Velcro restraints.

At the bottom of the stairs I use my mirror to check the room out. All of the girls are naked; Ellie and the three blonds are tied to tables, Jeri is sitting astride the face of one with her eyes closed. Teri is standing beside Ellie while running her hands over Ellie’s body as she speaks to her. Teri’s back is to me. Nodding at Jacks I place my bag on the floor.

I dash into the room over to Teri. Grabbing Teri from behind I slap a handcuff on her right hand while I drag it behind her back to meet her left and click that one on as well. I’ve both her hands secured behind her before she knows what’s happening. She opens her mouth in time for me to push a ball gag into it then I pull the elastic strap over her head. Knocking her feet out from under her I drop us both to the floor then sit on her while I tie her legs together with Velcro ties.

Standing up I look over at Jeri. She’s looking around the room. Her head tracks back this way and she sees me. Getting up she says, “Who the fuck are you?”

While grinning I start toward her as I say, “Your new Master, Bitch.”

She jumps off the girl to take up a combat stance. From the stance I’d guess her to be level one or two black belt in some form of martial arts. I stroll over as if I don’t realise what she’s up to. I’m a level five in two very different martial arts forms as well as being a master in a third. I may be over confident, but I don’t think so. I’m sure I can take her. Also, I doubt she’s ever had a non-tournament fight in her life while I’m used to no rules fighting, and the moves are very different in that ring.

As I near her she strikes out with a high kick, I counter the blow and grab her leg to strike the nerves near her knee. Then I release the leg when she tries to use my hold for leverage to kick with the other foot. For a moment she’s off balance as one leg is numb and won’t hold her weight or respond to commands. I use the opening to move in to punch her breast hard. She screams and backs off. I follow to punch the other tit. She’s going to have some lovely bruises later. She screams again while she starts to cry. Moving in I swing a fast low punch into her groin. When I hit her clit her scream hits a new high when her hands move to her groin while she collapses onto the floor, crying hard. There are no ladies or gentlemen in a real fight, not if you intend to win. In a real fight you take every advantage to win that you can find or create, and I just did.

Rolling her over to be face down on the floor I grab her right arm to pull it behind her to slip the handcuffs on. Grabbing her left arm I bring it around to cuff it too. A couple of Velcro ties around her legs, and she can’t move. I drag her to a chair, put her in it then I tie her down. As I drag Teri over to another chair Jacks drags Daddy to a third.

With them all tied to chairs I go to get my bag and remove two gags. These are special ones like Daddy’s gag. They’ve a bit that goes around the tongue. They include a device for spreading the jaws open, and they have a removable insert like a wide rubber dildo. I can force their mouths open then they can spend a lot of time with the feel of a big dick in their mouth. I put these on Jeri and Teri while Jacks is cutting Daddy’s clothes off him. I’m soon finished, despite Teri trying to stop me placing the gag on her, a few nipple pinches changes her mind.

Reminiscing and Explaining

Walking over to Ellie I run my hand up her leg, over her abdomen, and fondle her breasts. Her eyes go wide. Smiling at her I say, “Now, Ellie love, let’s have a nice discussion about your behaviour over the last several months.” She starts to worry. We’d always been very close, but for the last several months she’s been giving me what amounts to a very cold shoulder. I say, “Are you still a virgin?”

She nods, and says, “Yes, I am. Despite having been on the pill for nearly two years. I’m sorry, but I’ve been giving you the cold shoulder because I got tired of asking you for sex and I wanted to get back at you. I thought you no longer loved me, so I was getting even.”

Smiling at her I say, “Ellie love, if I proved to you your mother lied to you in a major way, what would you do?”

“You know what I’d do, I’d confront her about it, of course.”

“That’s what I thought you’d do. And if the trouble was because I told you about something in your room, a place I’m not supposed to go to or ever have been in, that’d come out as you’d mention it as to why you’re angry; wouldn’t it?” She nods. “Why couldn’t you accept my word that I know what I’m doing and trust me?”

She says in a soft voice “Because mother said you’re not interested in me now I’ve decent sized tits. She says you’re a child molester.”

I nod, “Did I ever molest you?”

“No, but you didn’t stop me when I started doing things to you, nor did you try to make me do things. I want a man, a forceful man.”

With a big smile I reply, “That’s because I let you do what you wanted to do. I never tried to force you. But if force is what you want, then that’s what you’ll get.” She gulps while her eyes go wide.