After getting distracted in the shower there wasn't much time to discuss an escape plan without causing suspicion, but they did manage to agree that they needed means of communication. After all, how do you avoid detection when someone may be watching everything you say and do?
in the end they had to resort to a method Sophie had read about in a spy novel called a 'dead drop'. This was a very old means of espionage whereby messages are exchanged by leaving them in agreed secret locations. This still wasn't without risk, and there was also the problem of how to actually write the messages without getting seen. Sophie felt a little bit like a lovelorn schoolgirl as she hid under the bedcovers to scribble the first note for Michael.
It took a bit of experimentation and a couple of half-eaten messages in sandwiches before they worked out ways to safely pass the messages. The easiest, and most obvious, was to simply pass handwritten notes whilst pretending to be cuddling in bed.
It also took time, during which the woman, who seemed to have stepped up her campaign against them, sent 'clients' to be entertained pretty much every day. Even forcing them to call in sick a couple of times in order to be home in the daytime.
Rather that breaking their spirits though, this merely made them more determined. The woman had to be defeated and they would find a way to do it.
The problem of communications now solved, a bigger problem of how to actually defeat the woman remained.
Sophie observed that, although the woman had made a lot of claims and threats, they actually knew very little about her so she may well be making the whole thing up. It was perfectly possible that she had no money, powerful contacts or access to top secret resources. She may simply be a vindictive bitch with a grudge against the pair of them.
This made a lot of sense to Michael because, as far as he could tell, she hadn't made a move against the men who'd actually raped her daughter. Which was very odd. He'd also managed to find a few of the hidden cameras which appeared to be cheap Chinese import, Wi-Fi models instead of hi-tech spy gear.
The more they thought about it, the more it made sense. It would have been easy to copy their keys whilst they were unconscious that first day. She would then have had full access to their house whilst they were on their honeymoon. Plenty of time to install hidden cameras, plant spyware on their laptop and rummage around for information about their private lives and habits.
Both of their phones unlocked with fingerprints so installing spyware on them too whilst they were unconscious would not have been a problem. Once she'd done that, she had full access to monitor most of their daily lives because they both kept their phones close at hand all the time.
Yes, it was almost certain that she was lying to them. Almost. And that was the problem.
Even if she was lying, they had little or nothing on her. They didn't even know who she was or where she lived. If they went to the police, all the evidence pointed to them running a brothel from their home. The neighbours would attest to the parade of callers and sounds of sex at all times of the day and night.
No, they'd have to be careful because, even though they had no real evidence against her, she was collecting more and more against them through her cameras every day.
An even if they did find her what could they do?
Despite their initial optimism, the constant stream of clients was starting to get to them.
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Today's client was pretty typical, probably someone's husband who, having failed to get what he needed at home, paid for an escort to satisfy his needs.
Like almost everyone who called, he was keen that Michael watch and made a point of humiliating him.
"So, this is your pathetic worm of a husband, is it?" (Oddly, a lot of them used that phrase)
"This is Michael, yes."
"Well let's show him how it should be done, shall we?" The client said, stepping over to take Sophie in his arms and kiss her.
He ran his hands over her body as he did so and was soon tugging at her clothes and undressing her as she followed suit.
It didn't take long before they were both standing there naked.
"Well Michael, what are you waiting for?" said the client "Get those clothes off so that I can see what she's so disappointed in."
As Michael's trousers and underwear hit the floor the client gave a low whistle.
"Well, that's something you don't see every day. Do you keep it in a cage to stop him straying or because you're just fed up with looking at the useless thing?"
"He, um, never takes it off" replied Sophie truthfully, totally avoiding the question.
"I think he can still be useful though." Said the client with a wink "Hey Mike, come over here and get my cock to nice and hard while I get your pretty young wife's pussy nice and wet for it."
Michael, looking confused, walked over to the couple.
"Let's see if he can be taught to suck cocks. That way, at least he'll be of some use when you have men over in future." the client said. pushing him down he added "OK Mike, kneel down between your wife's legs and take my dick in your mouth."
Taking his cue, Michael closed his mouth around the client's cock and started to give him, what he hoped, was an enthusiastic blow job. From the way he could feel the cock in his mouth swelling, it seemed to be working.
The client resumed kissing Sophie as his hands worked their way down to her pussy which was at Michael's eye level as he worked on the client's cock.
This gave Michael a close-up view as the client started to massage Sophie's pussy, teasing her clit and working first one, then two fingers inside. It didn't take long before she very wet indeed, and he could see that her knees were starting to buckle.
"Can you hear her juices boiling Michael? I think she's ready for the main course. Take that cuckold ass of yours upstairs and wait for us on the bed, face up with your head at the bottom. I want to you get a really close up view of her pussy as I fuck it so you can see how it should be done."
Michael did as he was told, and they followed him up into the bedroom where Sophie was told to straddle him in a 69 position. Except that with his cock in that cage Sophie would not be going down on him tonight, even though he could feel her hot breath through the holes in the hard plastic.
"Watch me slide it all the way in, Michael."
Sophie moaned, contentedly as the client entered her and slowly worked his cock inside. Pushing in a little before pulling all the way out and pushing back in again; Going a little deeper each time until he was all the way in.
From his position beneath them, Michael could see her opening up to accommodate the client's thick cock and, when it was all the way in, he could see her belly bulge as it hit bottom.
"Is that worthless husband of yours licking yet?"
"No." she replied, between moans.
"No wonder you have to fuck other guys. Come on Michael, the lady's waiting for you to lick her clit."
Getting close enough to lick her clit meant Michael's nose was bumping on the client's cock as it slid in and out of Sophie's juicy pussy as well as getting slapped in the face by his balls at the end of each stroke. Something the client seemed to enjoy.
"Two for the price of one. Maybe you can be of some use after all Michael." he commented with a cheeky grin.
As the client sped up, aiming to bring Sophie to orgasm at the same time as he emptied his load into her, this bumping and slapping got painful for Michael, and so he backed off.
"No, don't stop" said Sophie "I want you licking my clit as he cums in me"
Michael resumed his licking just in time for the client to jam his cock deep inside Sophie, his balls smothering Michael, as the client pumped his seed into Sophie's spasming cunt, as she too released the orgasm she had been holding back.
His time up, the client dressed and left. As usual Sophie saw him to the door dressed only in a flimsy negligee.
Closing the door, she turned and just had enough time to see a mischievous grin on Michael's face before everything went black.
"Hey? what's going on." she said, stumbling about in the dark. "What happened to the lights?"
"I turned the power off." Michael replied. "I reckon that those cameras must be working off our home Wi-Fi so killing the power will kill them too and give us a bit of privacy."
"Yes, but won't she get suspicious?"
"Possibly, so we'd better not keep it off for too long. Hopefully she'll think it's just brief short power cut."
Unfortunately, she didn't because seconds later Sophie's phone beeped.
Looking at the display she saw "That little stunt is going to cost you."
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No more clients were sent over the next few days which the couple took as a sign that the woman was very annoyed, and probably searching for something specific in retribution for their act of rebellion.
They finally got their answer in the form of a text that just said, "Get dressed and ready, a special client is on the way" and then, about thirty minutes later the doorbell rang.
"Sophie?" the client asked as she opened the front door?
"Yes, I'm Sophie", she'd purred back.
SLAP! The blow sent Sophie sprawling on the floor.
"I hear you like to make that pussy of a husband watch when you fuck guys for money. Is that right?"
"He... It's not..." Sophie started.
SLAP!
"I'm not interested in your pathetic life story. Suck on this, maybe it will get you to shut up."
