Chapter 1

In the quiet town of Willowbridge, nestled away from the hustle and bustle of city life, lived Edward and Edwina Pembroke. A childless couple in their late forties, their unremarkable appearance and mundane existence made them easily overlooked by their neighbors. Edward, a handyman and engineer, and Edwina, a youth worker and social worker, went about their daily routines with little to distinguish them from the rest of the townsfolk.

Their small house, tucked away on a serene street, was a testament to their unassuming lifestyle. The couple, both overweight and unattractive, appeared to be the epitome of dull normalcy. Their only companion, a towering Great Dane named Lucifer, was the sole hint of something unusual in their lives. Yet, behind the facade of their ordinary lives lay a dark and chilling secret that belied their outward appearance.

The Pembrokes had met years ago online after they realised they shared a disturbing interest in sexual kinks of the illegal kind. Both had agreed it would be for the best if they had no children.

As the years went by, their sex life had grown stale and both strayed into dangerous territory.

Given free reign by his wife, Edward had experimented with powerful ‘date rape’ drugs. Edwina had even volunteered to try them out, and Edward was interested to note that she had blacked out for 12 hours and could not recall anything he had done to her.

“You fucking pervert, Ed!” she had laughed as he recounted all the weird things he had done involving Lucifer. She had no recollection beyond a pain in her vagina, and was shocked to see the video of Lucifer mounting her while she was completely out of it!

“You see, you were loving it! And you don’t remember a thing! I’m sure a lot of girls won’t mind if they go on their own magical mystery tour for a few hours while I have my fun with them!”

“What about me?” mocked Edwina “I want to have to play with them too! Would be like having a little mannequin on the ground, all those cute girls passed out, would be a victimless crime!”

They laughed, but their eyes met, and a cruel understanding grew between them. They were both enamoured with the idea of using this drug on their victims, and for the first time in weeks, passionately kissed at the thought of finding a victim together.

While they waited for the opportune time, Edwina went around her clients. She had to visit plenty of vulnerable young girls, with mental health problems. It was a tough job and many had self harm or even suicidal issues.

In stark contrast to the Pembrokes, the Parker family lived a hundred miles away, residing in a world that seemed entirely different. The Parkers’ mansion, complete with expensive cars and a life of luxury, was a far cry from the modest home of Edward and Edwina.

Thirteen-year-old Becky Parker, the troubled teenager under Edwina’s care, resided in a gilded cage. Her younger sister, Genevieve, a spritely twelve-year-old, was a stark counterpoint – all boundless energy and athletic grace. Their mother, Eleanour, a corporate lawyer radiating a chilly glamour, embodied everything Edwina wasn’t – sleek, glamorous, successful, and dismissive. Gerald Parker, the arrogant businessman husband, completed the picture, exuding an aura of entitlement that made Edwina bristle.

As Edwina approached the imposing front door, a gnawing unease gnawed at her stomach. She knew the disdain that awaited her – the judgment in Eleanor’s perfectly formed stare. Stepping into the opulent foyer, Edwina felt the weight of her dowdy appearance all the more acutely. Yet, beneath the surface, a quiet steeliness flickered, mirroring the darkness the Pembrokes kept hidden.

“Ah, the council representative,” Eleanor greeted, immaculate in a prim dress and coiffed dark brown hair. Tall and imperious, she looked down at Edwina as if inspecting a servant with her icy blue eyes. “My husband,” Eleanor began, her voice laced with annoyance, “is, shall we say, frugal. Everything in moderation, except his toys, of course. So, the council it is.”

“Don’t worry, Mrs. Parker,” Edwina said, meeting Eleanor’s gaze. “I have the necessary qualifications.”

Eleanor scoffed. “Just remember, I expect results. This is appeasement for my husband. Any sign of failure, and I’ve told him we’ll be seeking a private psychiatrist.”

Then came Becky, a typical teenage emo with brown hair and blue eyes, mirroring her mother’s slender build. Edwina noticed the self-harm scars snaking across Becky’s arm.

“Seriously, Mom? This is the council lady?” Becky scoffed, her voice dripping with disdain. “Ugh, if I looked like you, I’d probably kill myself too. But hey, at least you have some ‘qualifications,’ right?” A cruel laugh escaped her lips.

Eleanor sighed. “Becky, try to cooperate. We have to show some effort, even with ... these people.”

The following hour was exhausting. Becky yawned, played with her phone, and offered little cooperation. Yet, despite the Parker’s hostility, Edwina persevered. It was not just determination to help, but a secret attraction to Becky that Edwina struggled to contain underneath her professional veneer.

In the dim light of his workshop, Edward meticulously worked on his latest invention. He had built a small but sophisticated syringe, ingeniously designed to be fired from a wristwatch. Tiny wires connected the syringe head to a concealed drug reservoir, neatly tucked within the lining of a jacket. The mechanism was both discreet and efficient, a marvel of miniaturized engineering.

“Oh, sounds fun, Ed,” Edwina crept up behind him with a devilish glint in her eye, looking over his new invention. “Say, why don’t we try that concoction again? I don’t mind as long as it’s not full strength this time...”

Edward jumped slightly at her sudden appearance, then smiled wryly. “You always have a knack for showing up at the most interesting moments, Edwina.”

She leaned closer, her breath warm on his neck. “You know me, always curious. So, what have you cooked up this time?”

Edward held up the wristwatch, displaying its sleek, unassuming design. “A little something I’ve been tinkering with. This syringe can be deployed with just your fingers. Perfect for a quick, discreet spray into a drink...”

“Why don’t we try? I can be the victim. Let me sit over here and drink a glass of water and see if you can do it without me noticing...”

The couple giggled as Edwina took her seat, glass in hand, while Edward fine-tuned his invention. He aimed the syringe mechanism, trying different angles and distances, but each attempt fell short of perfection. The tiny device proved more challenging to master than anticipated, often missing the mark or causing Edwina to flinch as she felt a faint splash.

After several tries and a few modifications, Edward finally managed to gauge the precise distance and angle needed. With a swift, nearly imperceptible motion, he released the syringe. The liquid squirted seamlessly into Edwina’s glass, blending with the water.

“Got it!” Edward exclaimed.

Edwina marvelled as she realised she could barely even see the jet of liquid fly into her glass unless she was looking directly at it.

“OK, let me drink it this time.” Edwina said.

They repeated the exercise, and within about ten minute, Edwina’s speech began to slur. “I feel ... a bit funny,” she murmured, her eyes unfocusing.

Edward quickly moved to support her. “It’s okay, just let it take effect. You’ll be fine.”

As Edwina’s eyes fluttered closed, Edward guided her to a nearby couch, ensuring she was comfortable. This time, he decided to let her sleep off the effects, making a mental note of the dosage and its impact.

The next morning, Edwina stirred, blinking in the morning light. She sat up slowly, a puzzled expression on her face.

“I remember we decided to try the squirting but I don’t remember drinking it!” She bit her lip at the consequences ofthis.

“It’s like it wipes the memory of just before I’ve taken it! Oh my God, I don’t want to try it much more. It must be really powerful.”

Edward nodded thoughtfully, his excitement growing. “If we can get this into some girl’s drink, she will be putty in her hands and won’t remember anything!”

Edwina’s next client was a 15-year-old girl named Emma Bradley. Emma was a depressed girl, blonde hair, about five feet six, and very pretty. Edwina was dressed in her cardigan and black trousers, her mousy hair and glasses, looking like a kindly aunt.

She listened intently as Emma poured out her heart, her expression a mix of empathy and concern. She sat beside the young girl, offering a comforting hand on her knee.

“Oh, you poor thing,” Edwina murmured softly, her voice filled with compassion. “I can’t imagine how difficult that must be for you, Emma. To have to deal with so much at such a young age.”

Emma nodded, tears glistening in her eyes. “It’s just ... so hard sometimes. I feel like I’m drowning, like there’s no way out.”

Edwina squeezed her knee gently. It was all she could do to stop touching her. The blonde teenager was gorgeous, her blue eyes, perfect skin and hair that shone in the sunlight passing into the window of her bedroom.

It was a rare treat for Edwina to have access to girls in their bedrooms, but she had to control herself. She had nearly been caught out before, and had been unfortunate that no one took seriously the allegations of troubled young girls against an experienced social worker.

Her hand stayed on Emma’s knee. She was in a pair of denim shorts, and her firm teenage flesh felt so good to Edwina. Her tears only made her eyes look more beautiful and Edwina suddenly thought of Emma, not in the safety of he own bedroom, but tied up, in a subterranean dungeon, naked. Her hand on her knee would then be free to wander anywhere it wanted on her tight, stunning body.

“You don’t have to face it alone,” Edwina reassured her, her voice warm and soothing. “There are people who care about you, who want to support you through this. And together, we can find a way to help you feel better.”

Emma looked up at her, a flicker of hope in her eyes. “Do you really think so?”

“I know so,” Edwina replied, her smile gentle but determined. “We’ll take it one step at a time, okay? And I’ll be here for you every step of the way.”

“Thanks” replied Emma flatly. She suddenly became aware of how long her hand had been on her knee. As she looked back into Edwina’s eyes she saw not concern, but lust.

“Excuse me, I just want to go to the bathroom” Emma suddenly sat up and walked out.

Edwina sighed and watched her cute bottom move around in the right shorts as she walked out the door. She quickly scanned her room and found her dirty clothes pile. She carefully hoked through it, until she retrieved a pair of white cotton panties.

She started at the gusset, light piss stains and a film of cream revealed themselves and Edwina held it to her nose, inhaling deeply. Suddenly, she heard the toilet flush quickly pocketed the panties and moved back to her chair near the bed.

“Ah, now where were we?” smiled Edwina as Emma moved back to her position, still looking as fragrant as before, but a touch colder and more suspicious of her.

Meanwhile, the Pembrokes were eager to try out their spiking syringe contraption. Both Edward and Edwina travelled in Edward’s work van to a town about an hour away, in anticipation of GCSE and A level exams ending.

The summer was there, and excited teenage girls were finally free of their academic obligations. Out they came in their short skirts, and low cut tops, filling the pubs as they were served alcohol despite their being obviously underage.

Edward and Edwina looked like any other normal middle-aged couple, trying to ignore the boisterous teenagers. Both wore baseball caps and glasses to try and disguise themselves from any retrospective identification. They also wore long sleeves to hide the syringes under their watches.

“Fuck me, Ed, look at that girl, I can nearly see her ass under that dress!”

“Careful Edwina, we are a respectable couple!”

“We aren’t though are we?” Edwina adopted a serious tone towards her husband. “All my life I’ve wanted to be one of these girls, then just wanted them. I don’t want to die without having one of them. Tonight is a bit of fun but if it works out well ... I want to go further...”

“How much farther? I mean, you know I’ve ... raped women before, you’ve been with me!”

A few years ago, Edwina had worked as a taxi driver. Many girls had felt safe in her taxi, completely unaware of the disgusting intentions. If any were drunk and near their last stop and alone, she would text Edward, drive them back to their house, and have their way with them.

They had stopped, after one night one girl recognized them and threatened to report them to the police. The police investigation had gone nowhere, the word of a drunk girl against a female taxi driver a few months after her supposed rape, which she had not reported at the time, was not worth much. But they had decided to lie low after this and not risk anything in their hometown.

“Imagine that girl in that blue dress...” Edwina started longingly at a young girl laughing and dancing, in a short figure-hugging blue dress, showing off her curves and almost revealing the creases of her buttocks. She was full of life and promise, after her exams.