Dawn came.  Jake woke up spooning against Madison, his arms wrapped around his beautiful redhead cousin, his hands resting on her soft tits, his groin pressed against her bare ass, the scent of her hair in his nose.

 

He felt his cock stiffening again, and flushed.  Holding Madison felt so good that he allowed himself to lie there, enjoying the moment.  In this position it felt like he owned her - like he was wrapped around her, simultaneously keeping her safe and making her his most treasured possession.

 

And it was perfect - for about ten minutes.  But after that a thought began to creep into his head - that he could pull down his boxers just a little, and push his cock between her legs, and let it rest against her bare pussy.  Just feel what her pussy lips felt like against his dick.  He could say it was an accident - something he’d done in his sleep.  Except maybe she would like it, and she would moan sleepily, and push back against him, and his cock would slip so easily into her warm, wet cunt, and…

 

He groaned, and rolled away, and sat up.

 

The sight that greeted him on the floor was almost as erotic.  Daniela had fallen asleep facing away from Amy - but in the night she had tossed and turned, torn by conflicting desires and thoughts, and not only had she kicked the sheets away, but she’d also caused her oversized T-shirt to ride up on her body, and now her tits were completely visible to Jake’s gaze.

 

Jake took a moment to touch his cock through his boxer shorts, and think about how Daniela had squeezed his cock and kissed the tip last night.  It would feel so good to pump his cock right now, until he ejaculated all over Daniela’s perfect tits.  And then maybe Amy would wake up, and lick his cock clean, and then lick his cum off Daniela’s breasts…

 

He closed his eyes.  It wasn’t fair, to be offered such temptation.

 

He stood, then bent down, and gently moved the sheets back over Daniela’s exposed chest. 

 

And then he headed downstairs to look for breakfast.

 

===

 

By mid-morning it became clear that no police were going to knock at the door.  And at 11 am, Amy, who had been anxiously monitoring the internet, heaved a sigh of relief.  Isaac had posted to his Instagram account - a completely banal photo of a car he was working on fixing up.  Isaac hadn’t died, and it seemed he hadn’t gone to the police, and it seemed very likely he had said nothing about what had happened with Madison and Jake to anyone.

 

They had gotten away with it.

 

And that meant it was time to get to work on breaking Gwen.

 

“Okay,” said Jake, as he gathered with the girls in his bedroom.  “So we have two clear lines of attack on Gwen.  Number one, Daniela is her family’s maid, and has access to her house.”

 

“Ideally I don’t want to get fired from that job,” said Daniela, “but if that’s what it takes to break that red-haired bitch then so be it.”

 

“And number two, Madison has put a leash on Isaac, so he should have a kink for - what?  Obeying you now?”

 

“I think I gave him a fetish for being miserable because of me,” said Madison.  Her voice was quieter than normal,and she didn’t make eye contact as she spoke.  “I may have used the words ‘being a worm that does what it’s told’, too.”

 

“Great,” said Jake.  “So how do we work those?  What do we do?”

 

Amy had been thinking.  “Daniela, could you maybe… swap out Gwen’s birth control or something?  For something that’s going to be embarrassing for her?”

 

Daniela snorted.  “Like what?”

 

“I don’t know,” said Amy, blushing.  “Pills that make her… slutty.  Or wet herself.  Or something.”

 

“Okay,” said Daniela, ”this isn’t some soap opera or porn story.  First of all I don’t know what those pills are, if they even exist.  Secondly, I don’t know where to get them.  And third - making someone take meds every day, without their knowledge, without being a doctor or knowing their medical history?  We could accidentally *kill* her, if there’s a bad reaction or something.”  She shook her head.  “No.  No way.”

 

“What about searching her room?” asked Jake.  “Maybe she has secrets that would embarrass her.”

 

“Maybe,” said Daniela.  “But I’ll be honest, I’ve gotten curious and poked around her room a bit in the past, and I’ve never seen anything more embarrassing than dildos and condoms.  If she’s got some secret that’s bad enough to really embarrass her then she doesn’t just keep documentation of it lying around.”

 

“Can we try cameras?” asked Madison.  “Little secret cameras that transmit footage to us?  Maybe we can catch her on camera getting undressed, or masturbating or something.  I know that’s incredibly illegal - but would anyone be able to prove it was us even if they found the cameras?”

 

“They’d have a good guess it was me who planted them,” said Daniela.  “And this isn’t a James Bond movie.  We don’t have any spy cameras.”

 

“No, but we could,” said Jake.  “Microcameras are actually pretty affordable, and you can just order them online.  And there are videos online about how people set them up to spy on people so that they’re really hard to find, especially if you don’t have a reason to look for them.  We could do that.”

 

Amy wasn’t sure.  “Gwen’s a professional model, Jake,” she said.  “Is she really going to be that embarrassed of footage of her undressing?”

 

Jake shrugged.  “Undressing, maybe not.  But something else, maybe.  Masturbating?  Besides, everyone does stupid embarrassing shit sometimes when they think no one can see.  We don’t need to destroy her with this, we just need to break her confidence enough that I can leash her.”

 

But even as he spoke, Madison looked excited.  “Wait, wait,” she said.  “The cameras are good, and we should do that - but it might be even simpler than that.  I think I know of a way to break her confidence that will work specifically *because* she’s a model…”

 

===

 

They had to pool their money to buy the cameras - with Madison putting up the vast majority of it - but once the purchase was made, the cameras arrived only four days later.

 

It felt strange to Daniela to no longer be serving Jake at school.  She avoided him entirely, scared that if she was around him the urge to please him, and receive his approval, would be overwhelming.  She only met him briefly at the end of the fourth day to receive the cameras from him.

 

She hated the dilemma that Jake had put her in.  Serving him - pleasing him - felt so good.  Every time he smiled at her or told her she was a good girl she felt a warm pulse through her entire body that started as a blush and ended as a warm, eager throb in her pussy.  She sometimes felt that if she just could please him enough that she would orgasm right there on the spot.

 

And it made it worse that he was cute.  She liked to look at him, and when he smiled he was adorable.  He was no athlete, but he wasn’t unfit either, and seeing him in nothing but his boxers on the night they had all slept over had been… very hot.  And, she had to admit, kissing his cock had been even hotter.  She couldn’t believe how slutty she had been - and she knew, deep down, that Jake’s leash wasn’t to blame for that.

 

She could have very easily let go, and slid into servitude, devoting her life to pleasing Jake as his obedient toy.  And she knew she would have been happy - very, very happy.

 

But Daniela had been raised with the concept of dignity.  Her family were poor, and they had experienced the usual share of racism and then some, and at times dignity was all they had.  It was an embarrassment to Daniela’s family that Daniela had to work as a maid - but a necessary embarrassment.  She could give the family she cleaned for her work - so long as she kept true to herself and her family and her heritage.  She could be a servant, but never a slave.

 

And so as soon as Daniela knew that her desire to please Jake was not her own - or at least, not *wholly* her own - she was simply unable to submit.  It was intolerable to her to acquiesce to something that was being forced upon her.  Resistance was a duty.

 

No matter how miserable it made her.  No matter how her dreams were filled with erotic visions of kneeling naked at Jake’s feet.  No matter that it was Jake’s face she saw when she rubbed her pussy in the dark of the night.

 

On the next Saturday she dressed in her maid uniform and prepared to attend the Love residence.

 

“Look at you,” said her brother Angel as she gathered her things to leave. “All dressed in your slut costume to go play sexy-little-maid with the rich family.”

 

He was sitting on the downstairs couch, his face twisted in a sneer, his black leather jacket  hanging open to reveal a well-toned bare chest and gold chains.  He liked to imply that he was a hard-ass member of some gang, but there was no such local gang, and Angel wasn’t a gangbanger, just an unemployed cockroach.

 

“Fuck you, Angel,” sighed Daniela.  “At least one of us brings money into this household.  What have *you* got on today - a hard day of getting drunk on the couch?”

 

Angel got up off the couch and sauntered over to Daniela.  

 

“You should show me some respect, Daniela,” he said.  “I’m the one that keeps this family together while our mother recovers.  I’m the man of this house, and I know best.”

 

“You know shit,” said Daniela.  “Get off my back and let me get to work.”

 

He grabbed her arm.  “That old man - Mr Love - he makes you dress like this?”

 

“It’s my uniform,” said Daniela, avoiding his gaze.

 

But the truth was that Mr Love *did* demand that she wore this particular uniform - and it wasn’t one that Daniela would have worn otherwise.  The black skirt was short - short enough to expose the bottom of her ass cheeks even when she wasn’t bending over.  The heels were uncomfortably high.  The black apron exposed more of her cleavage than she was really comfortable with.  The overall effect was professional enough that she didn’t look like a porn star or a stripper playing at being a maid - but still, her look invited thoughts of sex to the casual viewer.  

 

Just one of many humiliations Daniela received in the Love household.

 

“Does the old man ever touch you, Daniela?” asked Angel.  “Does he ever…”

 

He left the question hanging.

 

“No,” said Daniela.  “Nothing like that.  Stop being crazy, Angel.”

 

Except that wasn’t the truth.  Mr Love had groped Daniela’s ass on three separate occasions.  He’d found four excuses to give her a strange and inappropriate hug, two of them from behind when she had been able to feel his hard cock poking against her ass.  And he made no attempt to hide the fact that he stared at her tits and ass every second that they were in the same room.

 

And of course, she could say none of this to Angel.  Because…

 

“If he ever touches you, I’ll kill him, Daniela,” said Angel.  “I’ll take the shotgun and I will shoot him in the fucking head.  You know that.”

 

That was why.  Literally nothing about the way Angel spoke gave Daniela any reason to think he was bluffing.  He vibrated with frightening intensity.

 

The thought of what Angel might do if he ever learned what *Jake* had done to her scared her half to death.

 

“Oh, such a big man,” laughed Daniela nervously.  “Yes, Angel, I know you’d protect me.  But it’s just a job.  Nothing happens.  Nothing is going to happen.  Now let me get going before I’m late.”

 

Angel stared searchingly into her eyes for a long minute - and then, finally, let go of her arm.

 

“I love you, Daniela,” he said.  “You know that.”

 

Daniela tried to stop herself from shaking.

 

“I know that, Angel,” she said.  “And because you love me you’re going to do some housework while I’m out, right?  Maybe vacuum the floors?”

 

He made a dismissive hand motion that gave her no confidence he would do any such thing - and with a sigh, Daniela left the house.

 

She had a mission to  complete.

 

(TO BE CONTINUED)