Chapter 10

“Hmmm, keep sucking darling. Gosh, you look so cute!!”

Edwina was naked in Becky’s ‘bedroom’ lying back in her bed imagining herself in a real teenage girl’s bed, watching Becky suckling on her nipples.

Becky had spent what seemed like hours sucking and licking the large flabby breasts of the older woman which by now were coated in layers of her saliva.

Becky was ensnared in a bondage sleeve glove, which imprisoned both her arms within a solitary, narrow sheath. The sensation mirrored that of her arms being welded together within the snug confines of the glove, leaving them utterly immobilized. Firmly secured behind her back, she could barely distinguish her arms as distinct entities; their mobility was stifled to the extent of complete restriction. Her shoulder blades had been compressed together and after hours she was burning with pain. Other than the sleeve glove, she was only clad in her red panties, the pair Edwina had stolen from her real bedroom, months before the kidnapping.

Edwina felt insecure being in the dungeon without Edward. She was afraid the nimble young girl might beat her up and so demanded Edward place Becky into tight bondage when she was alone with the girl.

“So, Becky, my fine little girl...” Edwina ran her hands through Becky’s wavy hair, admiring her perfectly sculptured eyebrows and cheekbones with her hands, relishing in how freely she could play with her - “you don’t have any ideas what I should say to your old mother?”

“She is not my mummy anymore, you are.” Becky took a quick break from nuzzling the voluminous tits in her face, to say the expected mantra.

Edwina giggled. “That’s right, you’re my loving daughter, sucking on mummy’s tits. And I will keep a closer eye on you than Eleanor did. I cannot believe that stupid bitch has invited me to your memorial. You know if she hadn’t fired me, I probably wouldn’t have dared kidnap you. But the police barely suspected me.”

Becky tried to shut out the words, and tried to stop the tears leaking from her eyes onto the balloon of flesh in front of her.

“That stuck-up cunt that your mother hired instead of me, the one with all the qualifications and degrees, well she’s lost her job now, she’s been struck off!” Edwina giggled. “They blamed her for negligence for your suicide. She was devastated when she heard you had disappeared, I heard. She felt guilty. Stupid bitch, if she only knew what you were up to down here, eh?”

Edwina laughed even more, her breasts wobbling against Becky’s mouth, as the young girl thought sadly of poor Mrs Halcombe, so kindly and earnest. She had made Becky feel so much better, and she wished she had followed her advice more. If only this evil old bitch whose tits she was sucking had not tricked her and kidnapped her. She just hoped that the evil Pembrokes would not hurt her family anymore.

The metal door opened and Edward came in. “Hey, love, we need to go soon, we don’t want to be late for Becky’s funeral!”

“Ha! It’s a memorial service, not a funeral, Ed. But yeah, I need to get ready.”

She pushed Becky off her, then came behind her and put her hand down her panties, and started rubbing her pussy. “I want these panties soaking wet in the next few minutes, Becky, I am going to bring them with me today, as a memento, while I see your family. I want to be able to smell you as I see your mother crying over your death!”

Becky sobbed quietly as she allowed Edwina’s fingers to do their work within her pussy. She had worn the panties for hours, and her scent was by now implanted in the fabric.

“Good, nice and wet! Now, let’s take them off ... good girl ... and...”

Having slipped the red panties off the young girl’s ankles as she stepped out of them, Edwina pushed her head between Becky’s ass cheeks and began furiously eating her wet pussy.

Despite the horrible threats and taunts about her family, and the pain in her arms and back, Becky could not help but cum in Edwina’s mouth.

“Oooo so nice” Edwina licked her wet lips. “I have your panties, and I have the taste of your pussy in my mouth. Your mother and your little sister are going to smell it on me when I greet them. Do you think they will recognize it? I reckon when your mummy was handling your dirty knickers in the washing, she must have taken a cheeky sniff every now and then. Oh your dad, definitely he would have smelled your knickers! Edwina feigned concern with a playful tone. “Oh dear, what if I’m found out? Your mummy might smell you on my breath.”

Both Edward and Edwina burst out laughing, their laughter filling the room, while Becky kept her tear-stained face pressed against her mattress, unable to join in their amusement.

Becky was grateful to be finally let out of the sleeve, though it took a long time for her arms to regain feeling. She lay on the bed, praying that somehow this horrible couple might be caught.

They were both so uncouth and dumb, especially Edward. Surely she must be able to get out of here, she must be able to outsmart them.

She looked through the bars of her ‘bedroom’ at the rest of the dungeon, full of whips, canes, cages, bondage equipment which gave her bad memories, and the security door. She knew she needed a code, a fingerprint, and an eye scan, if not a key if they felt like physically locking it. Her own bedroom door was only openable by a key.

It was hopeless. She went under the covers and tried to escape mentally into an alternative universe.

“Oh, Mrs. Pembroke, or may I call you Edwina?”

Eleanor Parker appeared immaculate in a black jacket and skirt paired with black tights and high heels, her brown hair elegantly arranged under a black veil. She epitomized classy mourning.

“Edwina, if you wish, Eleanor. I am so sorry to hear of your loss. I feel so bad, I wish I could have helped Becky more,” said Edwina, attempting to appear sincere.

“Please, Edwina, the sorrow is all mine. I was horrible to you, I pushed you away, and you were doing your best. I really didn’t understand Becky. You must not feel bad or guilty, it’s my fault ... I ... I...” Eleanor’s voice broke, tears streaming down her face as she rested her head on Edwina’s shoulder.

“I miss my baby so much...” she sniffed. “Oh, Edwina, I cannot believe it has been three months already. I would do anything to have her back. I love her.”

Edwina hugged the grieving woman. “Oh, Eleanor, you must not beat yourself up. None of this is your fault. Becky struggled, but you did your best. We all did. But it was our responsibility, we...”

“Oh...” Eleanor choked back tears. “But I pushed you away, I was awful to you ... if only ... if only I had been kinder to you ... kinder to everyone ... I was a horrid mother. It’s all my fault...”

Edwina embraced her again. “Please, Eleanor. You have to look forward. Wherever Becky is now, she is at peace.”

“Do you believe that?” asked Eleanor, wiping away a tear.

“Yes,” said Edwina with a sad smile. “She is looking down at you somewhere, telling you she is at peace and all is well with her. Whatever troubles she had are now gone.”

“You are so kind, Edwina. I don’t know how you can do this,” Eleanor cried again, hugging Edwina tightly.

Edwina ran her hands softly over Eleanour’s back, admiring her slim figure, feeling her breasts mash against hers. She smelled similarly to Becky even through the perfume. Edwina breathed softly into her hair, imagining her daughter’s pussy scent might stay on her mother, giving her some naughty subconscious thoughts...

“Hello Mrs Pembroke.”

It was Genevieve, Becky’s little sister. She looked just like Becky except she was wearing braces. And she was wearing a cute black dress and tights, rather than clad only in underwear, and covered in cuts and marks from beatings.

“Oh hello Genevieve” Edwina smiled warmly at the young girl. “How are you coping?”

“I’m OK, just sad really, I just wish Becky would have told us more, we could have more closure than this. It’s horrible not knowing there she is.”

“Now, Genevieve, darling, Becky is at peace, with the angels. We don’t need her earthly body.” Eleanour tried to compose herself and dabbed her eyes while lecturing her daughter.

“Well, it’s not fair. She was so selfish doing this.” Genevieve’s eyes swelled up, and she walked away.

Eleanor sighed. She took Edwina by the hand and walked with her. “Edwina, I hate to ask you, but do you think, if we pay you privately, you could see my darling Genevieve? I think you could do so much for her. The poor thing has taken this very badly, and I think our last psychiatrist, with all those qualifications, well, she let us down badly. I wish we had never let you go, Edwina. I would feel so happy if you could counsel Genevieve, for me!”

Edwina smiled, trying not to hide her joy. “Oh Eleanour, I would love to. Anything to help, to try and make up for ... what has happened!”

“Oh thank you Edwina. You are so kind. I wish I had been more open hearted like you, not as cold.”

The two women embraced again, Eleanour closed her eyes, wishing she had listened to this wise woman who might have saved Becky. Edwina, had her head on Eleanour’s shoulder, feeling her hair brush against her face, thinking of Becky, as she caught Edward’s eyes.

Edward stood about thirty feet away, awkwardly, by himself, clutching a glass of sherry, clearly uncomfortable in his black suit and tie. As their eyes met, a knowing smile spread across both of their faces. Edward had been watching his wife converse with Becky’s mother, and as he exchanged quiet smiles with her, he fished what seemed, to onlookers, a red handkerchief from his jacket pocket and held it to his mouth and nose.

It was Becky’s panties, still damp from her juices from earlier that morning. Above the red handkerchief, Edward’s eyes met Edwina’s eyes again, and his wife had to stifle laughter and bite her lip while still in the grieving mother’s arms.

Later, the Pembrokes were heaving with laughter in the car on their way home.

“Wow, that little Genevieve is so cute, just like Becky! And her mum too, pity we cannot get them all into the dungeon!”

“Now now, Ed, don’t be greedy” Edwina twirled her hair, looking out the car window, with an evil glint in her eye. “But who knows? They say suicide runs in the family. Maybe the young girl might be persuaded to do something that she really shouldn’t...”

“Oh Edwina, you are so evil ... but that’s why I love you!”

The sick couple burst out into even more giggles.

“I feel so fucking horny” Edwina said “Becky is going to have her work cut out tonight”

As Becky endured Edwina’s tongue running all over her body on the St Andrews cross later that day, the older woman still in her black funeral outfit, she tried to disbelieve her taunts that she would be counseling her sister Genevieve. The thought of her sister being manipulated, and maybe kidnapped as well and brought down here, was too much to bear.

She had faced fierce questioning from Edwina as to what her mother looked like naked. “Surely you must remember your mummy naked? Come on spill the beans! She looked and felt fantastic, such a slim waist, such lovely legs...” Edwina ran her tongue up the inside of Becky’s thighs. “Just like her daughter. God, when she was hugging me I nearly forgot myself, I just wanted to run my hands up her skirt...”

Edwina brought her mouth to Becky’s pussy and ate ravenously. Becky’s head drooped down as her bound legs and arms quivered. She was so embarrassed, whatever this woman did to her, she just could not stop cumming for her...

A few days later, Edwina was back at the Parkers’ house. “Oh Genevieve, I am so sorry we meet again like this. But please, you can tell me anything. I’m all ears, and we don’t have to share it with your mum. I only want to help,” Edwina offered gently.