Ellie awoke to cold hands on her body. She was groggy and sore, and confused. She tried to fight, but her whole body felt paralyzed. The lights were turned on and she saw her father and brothers setting the basement up with draped tables and comfortable chairs. Everything else had been removed, and she wondered how she had possibly slept through it all. A feeling of cold crept over her body as she realized she must be drugged.
Her brother, Dan, was wrapping some leather straps around her, hoisting her breasts and spreading her ass cheeks. Then he carried to her a large metal frame that was set in the middle of the room. It had a leather swing, which he lay her on, and proceeded to chain her arms and legs to the side poles, forcing her to hang in mid air spread eagle. She licked her lips and tried to speak, but only a hoarse croak escaped. Dan laughed and fitted a gag with a soft, rubber o-ring into her mouth, forcing it open as wide as she could stretch her jaw. Her eyes pleaded with him, but his expression was as cold as her father's as he fitted a blindfold over her eyes, leaving her in darkness.
"Hurry up, boys, the guests will be arriving soon."
Ellie heard her father's gleeful voice as he pulled objects from a box and laid them out on the tables. Ellie had no idea what they were, but some of them rattled ominously. It was probably a good thing that Ellie wasn't able to see the assortment of whips, paddles, dildos and clamps. When someone stuck something into her mouth, she nearly gagged, afraid of what it might be. It felt like a funnel. She tasted the same gruelish mixture from yesterday and quickly tried to swallow it down. She'd lost nearly the whole "meal" yesterday, and had had nothing but water since. The effects of the sedative were wearing off, and she was beginning to feel her body again. The urge to pee was overwhelming. She grunted and wiggled, trying to get the men's attention, but to no avail. As her feeling returned, the pain in her bladder became overwhelming. She was thrashing, the chains clinking, and finally she couldn't hold back any long. She sobbed in relief and humiliation as she pissed right onto the floor.
"Fucking bitch!"
She heard Donny's voice, followed by rapid footsteps. She reeled from the blow to her side, trying to curl up with the pain, but unable to move more than a few inches.
"What happened, son?"
"The whore pissed herself."
Her father tsked softly.
"Get the mop, then wash her off, we don't want to put off our guests, now, do we?"
Donny grumbled, and she heard him quickly mop the concrete floor, the smell of the pine cleaner assaulting her nostrils. Then he roughly rubbed her clean with a wet towel. She heard their steps going up the stairway and the door clicked shut. She wasn't sure, but she thought the light was off as well, it seemed even darker than before. She heard music playing upstairs and voices, but for now, she was utterly alone.
Ellis stood outside the huge house. It was a posh neighborhood, with long, winding drives and at least an acre per lot, giving the house a certain amount of privacy. The luxury of the home pissed him off. He double checked the address, but he'd been so methodical so far, he knew it was the right place.
Cars lined up and down the drive. It was obvious that a party was getting started inside. Perfect. He rather felt like crashing something, and wasn't prepared to buy a new car. Those people had a lot to answer for.
Ellis was nearly 38 years old, and during those 38 years, only ten of them had been happy years. His parents had raised their only son indulgently, giving in to every whim. What he didn't realize in his childish ignorance was that they could barely afford the toys and luxuries he so enjoyed. When they died tragically in a car accident, they left him with nothing but a mountain of debt. Everything in the estate was sold to pay what they owed and he was thrown into the foster care system.
His new foster mother was a good woman, but not particularly loving. She had ten kids in the house at any given time, four of which were her own, and always took precedence over the fosters. He had food, clothing, shelter, but that was mostly it. He learned quickly that everyone lies, and the only way to get any control was to take it from someone else. Sometimes this meant fights, but quickly he discovered ways to avoid direct violence. Split lips and black eyes only called attention to the "real" authority, his foster mother, and she did not condone fighting. He found that the easiest way for him to gain control was actually to take on the youngest children, and protect them from the bullies. As their leader, they willingly submitted to him. With safety in numbers, it didn't matter how big or strong the next foster child was, they'd band together against him and the result would always be that Ellis was on top. Eventually he was the oldest of the children, and didn't need their support as much, but he found that he loved the adoration and respect. It was a poor substitute for true love, but the near worship the others held for him was enough. They would do anything for him, and he wielded his influence often, if with some restraint. He could easily see the signs of when he was pushing too far, asking too much, and always respected that. It made them admire him even more.
When he was 17, getting ready for his 18th birthday, his foster mother pulled him aside and told him a terrible secret. His parents weren't his parents. He was adopted. She had only just learned the truth herself, when she'd considered adopting him herself. Most of the children were snatched up young, and even most of the older ones found forever homes. She raised them well. The few who didn't get adopted before they reached adulthood were almost always offered the opportunity to join her permanent family. There were four such adopted siblings. He was honored to have been included into the Carver family, and accepted easily. She then released all of his information to him. His adoption had been closed, and he didn't know who his parents were, but he vowed then and there that some day he would find out.
Ellis worked hard, getting his MBA and taking a job as an investment banker. He moved a lot, traveling across the country, even over seas a few times. Finally he had enough money put aside that he was able to buy a nice condo and convinced his employers to allow him to manage a local branch. His lifetime goal could now begin. He wanted to find his mother and father. He hired a private investigator, and eventually, through a number of bribes, discovered that his mother, Helena Young, now Helena Summers, gave up her first child at the tender age of 15. She then married her college sweetheart and had a daughter, Ellie. Her first husband died and she married another man, Mal Summers. The fact that his sister and he shared such a close name seemed like fate. A real family... He had taken the investigator's file and rushed to acquire a plane ticket.
Now that he was here, he had to practice his breathing, calming himself so he didn't blow up right away. His mother had married a rich man, why hadn't she come back for him? He understood why she gave him up, but after the years, and the money, hadn't she ever wanted him back?
When he knocked on the door, an older gentleman, perhaps in his 50's, opened the door.
"Welcome, friend! Come right in, we shall be starting soon."
Ellis's brow furrowed, but he pasted a polite smile on his lips and walked in. Looking around the house, his confusion grew. The man who opened the door was certainly Mal Summers, but it seemed strange that he would welcome a stranger into his home. Stranger than his actions was the look of the house itself. There were no pictures of the family on the wall, no feminine touches at all. In fact, it looked rather like someone had simply bought the designer rooms from a catalogue and set it up with no personality at all, with the exception of the elaborate game room. The kitchen looked barely used. When he saw the other guests, something strange began to niggle at his mind. They were all men. Some were old, some were young, but they were all holding a beer and acting quite at ease, which wouldn't be likely if there were women ready to burst through a door at any moment. So where was his mother then?
Just when Ellis was beginning to think he'd have to wait out the party, Mal Summers tapped a spoon against his bottle, getting the hundred or so men's attention.
"Well then! If you will turn your attention to the televisions, we shall introduce you to tonight's main attraction. Let me also introduce you to our attending physician, who will be monitoring things, for insurance reasons."
