Handcuffs to Freedom

In the end I asked them why they had stayed. It was Lindsay who spoke. "It took me half an hour to convince her to stay." She pointed to Tammy. "But when you told me the options it made me tingle - you know, down there. It suddenly became everything I had wanted and I didn't know. But you hit a lot harder than I imagined." She gave a wry grin.

"And was it what you wanted?" Judy asked.

Lindsay's reply was instantaneous. "Far better than I could have dreamed of".

Judy turned to the other girl. "Tammy?"

Tammy spoke with honesty. "It was hard. I don't even know if I liked it. But I want you three to like me………."

Chapter 2.

The two girls did get involved with our fun and our network, and Tammy did learn to enjoy the full range of sex, although she was never as masochistic as her friend. We got them a place in college each, and they got jobs at the motel to help finance their places. It was a good arrangement, they worked hard at their studies, we all had plenty of fun together and with our friends, but it was clear there was a corner of the girls that wasn't with us. We decided we needed to check it out with them.

It was Tammy who spoke. "Bill, Judy, you have been wonderful, but we miss our families. They were harsh at times, and seemed cold, but they are family and we love them. And we know this hurts them because they'll miss us like crazy, and we don‘t want to hurt them. We desperately miss them, but we can't go back to what we were before. We don't know what to do." Both girls broke down in tears.

Lindsay continued through her tears. "They weren't always like it. It was that group. Six years ago mum and dad got involved and they changed. They were controlled. They were told how to behave. How to bring up children. How to spend their money - it was awful.

Tammy took over. "They even told us who we should marry, and how many children we should have. I was lined up to marry a horrible old man - cousin of the founder, or something. He just leered at us."

Lindsay continued. "We were just going to be slaves to the dirty old men of the organisation, that was all there was for us. I can't believe our parents didn't see through it all."

"But," said Judy, "Do you think your parents are good people underneath? I know it's a hard question, but are they good?"

Judy's eyes bored into the two girls, forcing them to think, and think hard.

They both replied hesitantly, at the same time: "Yes".

Judy continued: "Are they glad you're gone, or will they miss you desperately?"

Again the girls thought. It was Tammy who replied. "I think they will miss us terribly - especially mum."

Lindsay added: "I think mine will too".

"Okay", said Judy, after moments of thought. She turned to me. "Bill, you will have to get in touch with them and let them know the girls are okay. You will have to arrange a neutral ground if they want to see the girls. And then we must plan. Perhaps, if the girls shouldn't return there, we could get the parents to join us - sex is a powerful thing."

The voice on the other end of the phone was very hesitant as I asked to speak to Mrs Belant - Lindsay's mother - as she confirmed that she was the person I wanted to speak to. I spoke quietly, with as friendly a tone as I could manage.

"Mrs Belant, my name is Bill. I can't tell you more at the moment. I believe your daughter left you two months ago."

Suddenly the lady on the other end of the phone became frantic. "Lindsay? You know where Lindsay is? Please tell me? Please? Tell her to come home. Please if you know where she is tell me. Is she safe?"

I waited until she stopped speaking. "Mrs Belant. Lindsay is safe. Lindsay and her friend Tammy are staying at our house."

Again the desperate voice: "Where is she, you haven't harmed her? Can I see her? Can I speak to her?"

"Mrs Belant, please listen to me." I paused until she calmed down. "Mrs Belant - Lindsay is safe. She has started college here, and has a part time job to help pay for it. No harm has come to her. And she would like to see you and your husband again, but at this stage only with myself and my wife present, and on neutral ground. You know that she was unhappy at home, and particularly with that group that you belong to."

Mrs Belant spoke before I could continue: "But it was only for our own good."

"Please listen", I said as she hesitated. "You know that she was very unhappy, particularly with that group, and cannot return home as long as that group is involved in your lives. But she still wants to see you."

"I so want to see her, and I'll explain to her how the group matters and why it is does what it does…….."

"Mrs Belant," I broke into her talking. "If you try to tell her how good the group is, or continue to ask her to return to the group, she will walk out on you and you may never see her again. Do you understand?". I spoke firmly, and there was a silence on the other end of the phone.

I continued. "Today is Monday. We want you and your husband to sign into the Forest motel" - the motel is about ten miles from us - "on Friday evening, and we will be in touch with you to explain what to do next." I gave her the address of the motel. At the end "Do you understand?"

The voice at the other end of the line was very quiet. "Yes."

I spoke more softly. "Mrs Belant, Lindsay is desperate to see you again. She loves you both dearly, but she cannot live the life you have chosen, which is why we have to take all these precautions. We all want you to be reconciled, but we have to be careful." I paused. "One other thing - please do not phone Tammy's parents this evening, although they might phone you later."

Mrs Belant sounded resigned. "We will be there. Please don't let any harm come to our daughter."

"No harm with come to your daughter," I assured her. "We will see you on the weekend." I put the phone down.

I had a similar conversation with Mrs Viney - Tammy's mother, and gave her another motel to sign into. Mrs Viney was rather more strident than Lindsay's mother, but agreed to what we had arranged. We knew it would be very very hard for the families to wait, but we needed the time to set up suitable protection.

The rest of the week took up a lot of arrangements - we had to be careful that we could arrange the meetings without other people being involved, and we certainly suspected that the sect they had joined would try to interfere with what was happening, and perhaps even try to take the girls back by force.

Through the week we also did some homework on the sect, and , pretending to be a TV station, invited the leader - one Charles Hanson, for an interview. Hanson - long-haired boaster of about forty five - never saw the "truth" drug we put in his water, and his answers to some of our questions became very illuminating - useful for later. We were also lucky that the motel owners were friends and were willing to help us in our plans after we explained what we wanted to do. The police were also keen to be involved as well - they knew of Hanson but had never managed to get anything on him. We were, in the end, set for the weekend.

On the Friday the Belants and the Vineys signed into their respective motels, both receiving a message at the desk that someone would contact them later that evening. It was noticeable that up to a dozen people who were probably from the sect had signed in as well at each of the motels. We were tipped off that Hanson himself was there, along with his four cousins who ran the sect.

Later that evening we the motel gave a message to the Vineys and the Belants that we would contact them in the morning, but that we were sure that they, and any friends they had, would like to meet in the conference room at the Forest motel that evening at nine for a special reception laid on by the motel.

After the guests had a drink - certainly all members of the sect from both motels - the manager of the hotel welcomed them, and said he had a special video he was sure they would like to see introducing the hotel and the area, and he would come back in twenty minutes when the video had ended. He turned on the video in a special locked cabinet, showing on a huge plasma screen and left - no-one noticed he had locked the door behind him.

The guests were stunned to see their own leader on the video talking about the sect. His words were loud and clear.

What was it like being the head of a religious group? "………….Fantastic……………you get the pick of the women………….. you screw all these saps…………..you make your fortune………………" The room turned silent in shock as the words came from their leaders.

What did it mean to have the pick of the women. "……………..we fuck who we want. We get these young girls………….deflower them…………..fuck them……………….send them on missionary work…………….."

Send them on missionary work? "…………..tell the parents they are on missionary work……………sell them…………. Pimp in Chicago……………….make us a fortune………….top class prostitutes……………"

The remarkable tape continued in the same vein. Hanson tried to stop it but couldn't turn it off - the plasma screen was too high up, the video in a secure cupboard. For the first few minutes he shouted and ranted and raved along with the other leaders, but the video was louder. After perhaps five minutes he struggled with the door to try to escape suddenly realising the danger he was in. Three of four minutes of struggling with the door and trying to force windows showed him he was lost and he sunk silent in a corner. I was amazed how easily her was defeated, from my position behind a large two way mirror.

Finally on the video he was asked if he knew Lindsay Belant and Tammy Viney. "Of course I do - two hottest sluts we've ever had. We had it all organised - they were going to have two weeks at our rape house, then we had a slave owner prepared to give us a million for each. Nasty bit of work - he would really have tortured them, but it was good money for us. And their stupid parents believed us when we told them they should go to our own college."

Torture them? "………..sold girls to him in the past…………………six months……………………dumped in the river……………..block of concrete…………."

At this stage in the interview Hanson got angry. "And then they disappeared. Ten days before we were due to have them. Well, we put the screws on their parents but they didn't even know where they were. I'll kill the bastard who has got them."

With that the tape ended. There was a few minutes silence and then pandemonium. Two or three of the families thought their daughters were doing missionary work and knew they were dead or forced into prostitution. Others had put in a lot of money. And Hanson and the four cousins were shouting for silence, trying to escape, demanding obedience as some of the angry members turned on them.

We had watched it all through a two way mirror. The police stormed into the room, and within seconds the five leaders were handcuffed, the rest asked to remain behind, guarded by the police. We knew it would be a long night for the rest of the guests as the police took details from them and questioned them. We asked a policeman who was leading the raid to say to the Belants and the Vineys that we would be in touch in the morning, that we were sorry for the awful shock, but that their daughters were safe and waiting to see them. We left for a night's sleep.

Chapter 3.

At ten the next morning we phoned the Vineys. They were very subdued, both through lack of sleep and the shock of what had happened the evening before. We explained, as we had agreed with the police, that they should take nothing with them at all except their clothes, and walk to the other hotel and meet the Belants. They had to allow the police to search them so that they had no telephones or other tracking devices with them. That the two couples would start walking down the Manchester road, and that no-one else whatsoever should go with them. That they had to keep walking until something happened. We still felt we had to take precautions - some of the other people might still be loyal to Hanson and his cronies.

We watched the road from a good vantage point about three miles from town, until we saw the two couples come into view. They clearly were alone, so we sent the transport - Judy drove up behind them in our people carrier, stopped just ahead of them and hopped out. We knew they would be no trouble after having seen how they had reacted. She invited them into the car, and when they realised what was happening they sat in the back, repeatedly asking to see their daughters. Judy spoke little except to say that they were also waiting to see them. She drove for perhaps half an hour before heading along a single track road, then a narrow lane to a remote cottage which we had rented for the weekend. On arrival Judy asked them to go inside, and if they wanted they could make a coffee - that the rest of us would be here in a few minutes. We - myself , the two girls and several friends who were acting as "security" - arrived about ten minutes later. It was myself and Judy who went to speak to the two couples.

As I entered the cottage it was the first time I had seen them closely. They were all looking very haggard from their experiences so far and the accumulated stress of losing their two daughters. The Belants were in their early forties. Vince Belant was a good looking forty two year old, not slim, but carrying no extra weight. Veronica his wife was smaller, slim, and again attractive for her age.

Myrtle Viney was a rounder older version of her daughter - a beautiful black lady: very curvy, full figure in her mid forties with hair tied tightly back. George her husband was taller, thin, very quiet, but with a certain dignity.

I asked them to sit down but was greeted by the chorus of panicky parents. "Where are our daughters? We want to see them." I waited until they had calmed down, then again invited them to sit down.

"Vince, Veronica, George, Myrtle - welcome to this cottage which we have rented for the weekend." I spoke quietly to them. "Before you meet your daughters I have to say one or two things - by the way, I'm Bill." I stood again and shook hands with each of them, each one reluctantly shaking hands back. I continued.

"I need to say one or two things before you meet your daughters, who are more eager to meet you than you are them. Firstly, if you want to meet them you must stay here until Monday - not at the motels - but here, and share with us. Secondly do not try to take your daughters away - on Monday we can talk more about what next. If you try to take them away we have guards, alarms, and you will not succeed. Third - I know this has already been a traumatic weekend for you, and I know you are going through hell, but please believe me - we know you have two wonderful daughters who are very special to us - almost as special to us as they are to you. We know that you are good folks and deserve good things. We know that you and your daughters love each other like crazy, and we want you to get your daughters back, and want your daughters to get their parents back. But…." I hesitated. "You must trust us and do things our way."

There was silence in the room for many seconds, and surprisingly it was George Viney who broke the silence. "I will trust you; I think you can be trusted. I came here this weekend to kill you. I was going to take my daughter back and kill anyone who got in the way. But having seen what I've now seen I don't think I am worthy of her. I was going to take her back to him." He spat the word out with a vengeance. "What I have seen - you are the good guys, and we are the bad guys. So far. So I will go with you."

I nodded in thanks, then looked at the others. Each one in turn said they would trust, in various ways echoing George's sentiments.

"Thankyou". I paused "I hope you appreciate that we have to be very careful. It is now time - George, Myrtle - you stay here and Tammy will come in. Vince and Veronica - come with me and you will have your own room to meet Lindsay." I took the Belants to a bedroom, then fetched Lindsay from where she was waiting. She was in tears of nervousness. I led her to her parents, into the room, then stood back into the shadows. I knew Judy was doing the same with Tammy.

The meeting was very emotional. They looked at each, they cried, they hugged. It was wonderful to see. There was a lot of asking if Lindsay was alright; there was of asking about what had happened to them. I butted in briefly to say "I will leave you alone -come and join us in the kitchen when you are ready."

Judy and I waited for perhaps half an hour until the Vineys came to find us. A few moments later the Belants appeared as well. With both families the daughter was in the middle, the parents on either side with their arms around her. We served coffee and went to sit down together in the sitting room from where the Vineys had come. Both the Vineys and Belants were floating on air that they had been re-united.

The conversation went around the room, talking about college and details of what had happened. We had a light lunch together, then I asked them all to come through to the sitting room again.

After a few moments I spoke. "I hope I can call you friends now." Everyone was all smiles so I continued. "I know this has been an awful traumatic shock, but I have to say the shocks perhaps haven't finished."

All eyes were now turned to me, the two mothers with tears running down their cheeks. I continued. "We have to tell you a bit more about our existence, and perhaps some details about how we all met." The parents eyes still stared at me with confusion and a hint of horror at what might come. "I think Lindsay and Tammy want to tell you in some detail about that first evening, and then a bit more about what has happened since. You must promise me that you will hear them out to the end." The four parents didn't know what to do. They simply nodded in agreement.

As the girls spoke the four faces were stuck in utter shock. No movement when they described their caning. Or their enjoyment of what happened. Or their virginities taken. And as the girls spoke more and became more confident it was clear that the experience of that evening and afterwards had transformed their lives from the coldness and horror of the sect to the sheer teenage exuberance and enjoyment of life - and sex!

At last the girls ran out of things to say. Their parents were utterly stunned to silence. This time it was Veronica who broke the silence. "Thankyou for telling us all this. Perhaps you received what we ought to receive for what we did to you." This time it was myself and Judy who were stunned - silent.

It was Myrtle who spoke next. "Tammy - as you spoke I was horrified at what you went through." There was a pause, until she continued. "But part of me was jealous too. And a bit of me is excited as well. And now I agree with Veronica - it's what I want as well." The silence you could cut with an axe.

Myrtle turned to the two men, pointed at them and spoke vehemently. "And it's what you are going to get as well."

It was clear that both Vince and George were struggling to sit comfortably in their jeans - perhaps to say that they were "fuller" than normal.

Myrtle turned back to us. "What should we do?"

I was stunned. I had not expected this, although I wasn't really sure what I did expect. It was Judy who thought more quickly. "Well, we do not have a cane here, although we have brought some things with us. Are you happy to have ten each with the strap, rather than ten with the cane?"

I wasn't sure the men were too keen on this, although their macho-ness demanded that they did not appear to chicken out. No-one shook their head so we took this as agreement. Judy continued. "The thing is with the strap is that it can be used in different ways to the cane, and maybe we can set things up to be different." Then she said nonchalantly: "you four need to take your clothes off."