Categories: Consensual, Non-consensual, Group, Violence, Love.
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My name is Daniel Cross, I am twenty five, five feet eleven and about two hundred pounds and live just outside of Orlando, Florida. I keep pretty fit because of my gym equipment and my job, which would class me as a sort of wheeler-dealer. I buy and sell most things but will not touch guns or drugs but pretty much anything else goes and sometimes a shipment is, if not hot, it can be a bit warm. I have a small warehouse in the industrial area of town with a good security system, linked to the police and my house up in the hills about ten miles out of town. Occasionally I do thing for shady characters so there is always the risk of someone taking a dislike to me or my operation, so I spent a couple of years training in martial arts, I'm good with computers/ internet, I am a good shot and can use a knife effectively and have learnt some burglary skills and how to pick locks. I also have quite a few contacts who can do the things that I can't, like hacking into secure files.
Over the last few years I have made a good deal of money but have not lost very much, I seem to have a nose for a good deal. This is how I bought my house up in the hills about ten miles out of town. Number 269 is a split level house, with two big bedrooms (both are ensuite), a kitchen/diner and a lounge on the top floor. There is a double garage and workshop area underneath, with a secret access to a corridor leading to four other rooms, three being twenty feet by twenty feet that I've had tunnelled into the rock of the hillside. Each room is lined with reinforced concrete and has its own temperature controlled system and ventilation up to the hill and some shelving for small items. This is for storing more valuable items that I don't want to trust to a bank or leave in my warehouse, from coins to antiques to paintings, the fourth one is a safe room with all my office equipment and a week's food supply plus a couple of guns and ammo, a burn phone for emergency use and a toilet/shower room. I drive an old Chevy that has an eight litre supercharged engine under the hood for avoiding pursuit and a similarly boosted old Ford van.
My parents Konrad and Stella live a few miles away in the exclusive suburbs, it wasn't so exclusive when they moved there but things change and their big estate is worth a lot more now. It is a five bedroom house they called 'Duncellin' due to having worked in Real Estate all their working lives. It has two bathrooms plus the master bedroom is ensuite, it has a big kitchen and very big lounge/dining room and treble garage with utility room and a small gym. There is also a two bed room guest annex for relatives which is attached to the house at one end and the garage at the other with a corridor through one side and the three bedroom Guest House just past the garage block for visiting friends and a good sized pool behind the house. They are not rich but are quite well off, having made their money in the real estate business for forty years. Both are in their sixties and have now retired and are fairly fit and healthy although Dad had a heart attack a couple of years back and has to be careful. Mom is slim and five feet six and Dad is five feet nine and a bit overweight. They have employed a cleaner for some years who comes in three days a week who was offered the job but she didn't want to work full time as she would have to do if she accepted it.
Stella told me this part of the story at a much later date but I have added it in here for continuity. Konrad doesn't like to drive too often and Stella never learned so they decided to employ a chauffeur/cook as she didn't like cooking much and wasn't very good at it. They contacted an agency that specialised in employing live-in staff, who had a good reputation and gave their requirements, stating that the staff accommodation would be in the guest house.
In due course an appointment was made to interview a single woman applicant with two children (girls) who had the satisfactory qualifications. The woman and girls arrived on time and introduced themselves as Natasha Hunt, aged thirty six. She was quite pretty, about five feet eight inches tall, about a hundred and forty pounds and slim with long blonde hair tied in a single plait.
Her daughter Connie, aged twenty, was more attractive than her mother, she was a couple of inches shorter, about one hundred and ten pounds and slim with slightly bigger breasts than Natasha, her hair was also blonde, long and free flowing.
The second daughter Madeline, aged eighteen was about five feet tall and about ninety pounds, she was petite with small breasts, had short brown hair, she was also very pretty but seemed very quiet. It was obvious the two girls had different fathers but Natasha told them that there was no Mister Hunt in the picture. They seemed suitable and her references were very good so they took them on and negotiated the rate of pay and the family moved in the next day.
I go to see my parents every two or three weeks, usually staying overnight and arrived about a week after the Hunt's moved in. Konrad was very pleased with the arrangement especially as the quality of the food had improved, Stella was still a little wary but said they were okay.
I was introduced to the family and Natasha was friendly which I assumed was because she was new into the job. Later as I was walking to the pool for a swim I saw Connie standing over Madeline shouting at her as she sat on the guest house steps.
She was calling her a 'Stupid fucking cow' and some other things a young lady shouldn't say to anyone, let alone her younger sister. She looked round and saw me and stormed back indoors and slammed the door, leaving the girl crying and cuddling her teddy bear. I walked over and said 'Hi', she looked up and gave me a little smile, before hugging her teddy again.
"Why was your sister so angry with you?" I asked quietly.
"Oh she's always like that, she couldn't find her phone and when she told me to get off the couch it was under the cushion where she was sat earlier but she blamed me for hiding it" she explained "But I didn't know it was there." Just then Connie came out and shouted,
"Get inside and go to your room, you know you're not allowed to talk to strangers!" she said sharply, looking at me then followed the young girl inside again. It looked like the sisters did not get on well but it was none of my business so I went for my swim and thought no more about it.
Dinner was very good, cooked by Natasha and assisted by Connie and served in the dining area while Konrad and I talked about my latest business deal. I noticed that Natasha was listening to the conversation but there wasn't anything secretive about it but later she was more friendly than before, even Connie was more polite which seemed odd.
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A month later and I'd been quite busy but still managed to visit my parents twice, the last time I was there Natasha asked if I needed any help in the office as she had done secretarial work in the past. I thought about it and the state of the office and said 'OKAY', she had her own car and could spend a couple of mornings a week sorting out my office as well as the cooking and driving at Konrad's and on those days Connie would make them lunch.
Four weeks later I needed some extra cash for a deal and checked the business account and found it empty, I phoned the bank to query what was obviously an error as there should have been $100,000 in it. They couldn't give any details over the phone but said that I could come in and see the manager immediately. I drove into town and was seen straight away,
"There should be just over $100,000 in that account but it shows it's empty, what's happened to the money?" I asked the manager.
"The money was withdrawn yesterday on your authority Sir, here is the slip and is that your signature?" I looked at it and agreed that it was my signature but I didn't remember writing it, I made an excuse and left. It could only have been Natasha, she must have slipped in the form when she asked me to sign some letters a couple of days before. I immediately drove to my parents' house and was told that Natasha and the girls had gone during the night. I asked Konrad to check his bank account and he found that it too had been cleared out, nearly $250,000. I called the police to report the thefts and the employment agency to see if there was any other address where they could be traced to, but there wasn't.
The next day the police informed us that a woman matching Natasha's description had been defrauding families in many states across the country and so far they had been unable to catch them as they changed cars or switched number plates often. It was all too much for Konrad and he had a second heart attack and was rushed with Stella to hospital. I checked the guest house but they'd left nothing behind except Madeline's teddy and that was probably done by the bitchy sister for spite.
I knew the make and model of the car they were using and hoped that they hadn't just stolen some number plates to disguise their vehicle. I checked on-line on all the car sale yards in the area to see if I could trace it there and finally found it a few miles away in a back street in the next town. I drove there and asked about the vehicle and the previous owners, it cost me fifty bucks to get the information. At least now I knew they were driving a VW camper and I had the registration number too, although it had taken me a week to get this far. I knew that they had been general travelling south but would have to go west soon or come back the same way.
