Categories: Slow start, historical abuse and violence, sex toys, all sex, threesome, love.
Chapter One.
My name is Jeffrey but I prefer Jeff, never mind the last name (you'll understand the reasoning for that later). I am thirty and still single, much to my mother's distress. I've had a few girlfriends, a couple have been quite serious but it never quite worked out to be more than that. I am six foot tall, of average build and quite fit from working hard at my occupation and in my leisure time (HA! Leisure?).
I work in construction, usually houses but occasionally on apartment buildings as part of a team for a medium sized national company. I have been doing this since I finished college because the money is good and lets me do what I really want, which is to buy cheap property that is dilapidated or a mortgage foreclosure, usually in auctions.
These 'Doer-uppers' usually need a lot of work so I strip them back to the basics and modernise them. The first couple I did, I used low end fixtures and learned to do most of the work myself, except for plastering. I sold them and made a few grand on each which allowed me to use better fittings with future properties, I even took a plastering course so that I would not have to pay a professional's costs.
I get on well with my work colleagues (mostly) but there was one guy Richard, he preferred to be called Richie and hated to be called 'Dick' (mainly because everyone knew he was one!). He was forty eight and of average height but stocky, he was strong but with a big beer gut.
He was also a gambler, married to a Thai woman whom he boasted, he had chosen from an illegal dating agency because he wanted a young slave for sex, to do all the housework and cook for him. This worked very well for him until she got pregnant and had a daughter who was now almost eighteen.
He admitted that he had paid off his gambling debts occasionally by forcing his wife have sex with his creditors. I, like most of his other colleagues were disgusted with this but it was none of our business until he said that as soon as his daughter was eighteen, he would use her himself and then replace her mother to pay his debts as she was getting a bit old for that, he explained, laughing nastily.
I had been to his house a couple of times to help him with some repair work and had met his wife, Akiko and his daughter Lyn. The mother was mid-brown, quite pretty and in her mid-thirties but looked older and tired with signs of bruises on her face, she made coffee for us and then stayed out of sight.
When the daughter came home from college, I saw that she was lighter brown and almost beautiful, as many mixed race Asians are. I hated the thought of either of them being pimped out by that bastard so had an idea... I wrote a note saying who I was and why I was offering to help if she wanted to escape with her daughter and included a phone number, also stating to destroy the note apart from the number.
I carried the empty mugs out to the kitchen and slipped it into Akiko's hand, she looked confused but I put my finger to my lips and she nodded and put it in her pocket. I went back to working with him and went home a couple of hours later. Obviously she would only be able to call when either he was out or when she was and the cell phone was my spare one and not traceable to me.
It was a few days later that this phone rang (I always kept both with me since I gave her that note).
"Hello?"
"Hello... you give me note, I call quickly, I go shopping when he watch big game Saturday, meet in shop!" and she told me which one and at what time and hung up when I agreed.
It was a large supermarket near their home because she had to carry all the shopping home. I saw her arrive and quickly went in behind her and pushed my trolley next to hers and said 'Hello'. She turned to me and smiled and the tired, pained expression I had seen at their house a few days ago disappeared making her looked so much better.
"Why you want to help us?" she said quietly.
I told her that I and many other men at work hated what he boasted he was doing to her and was going to do to her daughter.
"I buy houses that need to be renovated, do all the work myself and sell them at a profit, then buy another one" I explained, "The one I am doing up now is about fifty miles away, you could live in it and get a job in the town but Lyn will have to change colleges to continue her studies but at least you would both be safe."
We were moving slowly around the store putting items in our trolleys, she was quiet and I guessed that she was thinking hard. Five minutes passed before she replied with a series of questions which I answered as best as I could in the short time we had.
"I have some holiday due, when he goes to work, you two pack your things call me and I will collect you and drive to the house. It is a three bedroom house, two bedrooms are finished, one has a double bed which I use when I am there working. The other doesn't have one yet but I will buy one if you agree but you will have to share it with her until the last bedroom is finished."
"We have no money, how we pay you for food and rent, you want sex from us?" she asked firmly.
"No! You are a very attractive woman Akiko and so is your daughter but I am doing this because I feel it the right thing to do. I would appreciate it if you could keep the living part of the house clean and cook for me while I am there" I replied, "But that's all, you probably cook a lot better than me so that would be fair and I will give you money to buy food for you two, when I am at work here."
Lyn was coming up to an age when Akiko thought that she might become part of his debt paying scheme, which is why she made the call to me. She thought for a while longer before replying.
"I talk to Lyn in Thai, she speak well, he no understand if he hear, see what she say, call you again" she said quietly as we headed to the checkouts.
She had more shopping than me so I was sat in my car and watched as she walked out of the carpark, on her way home laden with bags. I drove back to my own house and thought about the possible repercussions of what I was proposing to do for them. The worst would be if 'Dick' found out who had helped them escape and where they were living.
He was stronger but slower than me but he access to some nasty characters whom he might set on me. As for the women, at best he would drag them back to his home and carry on the abusing, at worst he might kill them and burn my house down where they were living.
If it went ahead it would take careful planning, I had no inclination to brag about what I did in my spare time and therefore the address of the 'workhouse' was safe. I would hire a van and switch the number plates with an old set I found in a scrapyard a couple of years ago and bought them because of the way it the letters were spelt but never used them on my car.
I would wear some sort of disguise, pull up outside their house and open the side door, load them and their gear inside and drive away. I would stop a short way down the road to let them get out and into the cab for the rest of the drive to the house.
I would tell my co-workers that I was going to stay with my parents for a few days and do some work on their house in the week I had off, now it just needed a phone call from Akiko. I heard nothing for a few days again, then the spare phone rang again.
"I talk to Lyn, she say good but want speak with you, you meet her off college bus tomorrow and talk, then maybe we go" she spoke rapidly, but before she hung up, she did say 'Thank you'.
I just had enough time to park the car after work and get to the bus stop in time, the following day. I had barely sat on a wall when the bus arrived and she got off and saw me. I stood up and said that we should go for a walk in the park, she nodded and we crossed the road and entered the shade of the trees.
"Why do you want to do this for us, we don't know you except as a friend of my father?" she snapped.
"First, he is not my friend, never was nor ever will be!" I replied, just as snappy, "I was helping him because he asked me and I didn't want to get him pissed off with me, we have to work together, remember!"
She looked surprised but saw that I meant it and nodded so I carried on.
"A few of us were upset with his boasting about how he pays off his gambling debts and that he was going to trade your mother for a newer model to use, meaning you, when you are eighteen. Also I saw the bruises on your mother when I was there and that made me determined to help if I could."
"Where is this house where we would live and would you live in it with us?" Lyn asked.
"It is about fifty miles south of here in a small town, it is the third house that I have bought to do up and sell for a profit. It is partly completed, I'm sure your mother gave you the details but I live there when I am working on it. You two will have to share a bedroom and a double bed until I have refurbished the third bedroom then you can have your own room."
"What about my college course?" she asked a little more friendly.
"You will have to move colleges but if you explain to your current one that you are leaving to escape and not to tell anyone where you are moving to, they should be happy with that. You will have to explain to the new college too, I'm sure that this happens to them occasionally so you won't be unique" I replied, relaxing now that she was but then she stopped and turned to me, suddenly fierce.
"How can we be sure that you are not just doing this to have sex with us?" she demanded.
"You can't! And I can't say that the thought of making love to one or two very attractive women hadn't entered my mind. But as I told your mother, I felt that this was the right thing to do for you and for NO OTHER REASON! Consider how much time and effort I will have to put in to bring this about, plus the cost of hiring an escape vehicle so that my car will not be seen by possible nosy neighbours."
"What you two do from there is up to you, if you want to run off on your own and set up home somewhere else, then that's fine by me too, it's your choice. When the house is finished, I will not sell it until I have somewhere else to go into, if you are still living there. If you help then I will give you a share of the profits to do with as you want, again it's your choice."
"Why don't you do up houses full time?" she asked, abruptly changing the subject.
"Because until I make enough profit from a house sale to pay for all the materials and furnishings plus a decent wage for the weeks it takes to fix it up, I still need a full time job but I'm getting there, maybe another project after this one and they can stuff their construction job right where the sun don't shine!"
She laughed and it sounded sweet and lit up her face.
"I must go home now or he will ask questions, I will discuss what you have told me with my mother and she will call you again, thank you... I don't know your name."
