Chapter 11

Christmas was approaching. For the Parkers, it was a sad affair, the first without their Becky.

For the Pembrokes, it was a riotous affair, with much booze and food, even for Becky, who got blind drunk on wine, while dressed as a sexy elf. Her head spun as Lucifer raped her in front of the cheering Pembrokes. The next morning she barely remembered anything, just a swirl of memories, of the Pembrokes’ faces, Lucifer’s tongue in her mouth and her pussy, his cock inside her, and the excruciating pain she now felt in her head and her pussy.

She was surprised to find Edwina in bed with her, in her bedroom. The cage door was locked from the outside. Edward was nowhere to be found.

Becky had never experienced a “one night stand” before for obvious reasons. The copious flesh of Edwina was right beside her, and she hesitated to move too much for fear of waking her. The older woman continued to snore away.

Becky looked out at the dungeon through the bars of her bedroom/cell. Clothes were strewn everywhere, as were empty bottles and beer cans. There were stains, bits of food, used vibrators, and mouth gags she could not remember having in her.

She lay still, hoping that Edward would come in soon, and get Edwina away from her.

Edwina stirred awake, groggy and hungover, and lazily reached out across the bed. Her hand roamed, eyes still closed, seeking the familiar comfort of her partner. But she was startled to find a skinnier body next to her. Her hand rested on a hard, straight stomach, and she abruptly sat up. It was Becky! She was in her bedroom! She was in the dungeon!

Feeling insecure and vulnerable, Edwina got up and went to the bedroom cell door, but it wouldn’t open. “Damn it!” she muttered, panic rising. She looked around frantically, searching for any way to make sense of the situation or find an escape.

“Fuck. I got so drunk last night!” She was now trapped in here with Becky, her captive. All she could do was hope and wait for Edward. Edward was, at that moment, still snoring off his hangover upstairs.

Becky was silent, looking at the rolls of fat on Edwina’s body as she sat on the edge of the bed.

Fortunately for them both, there was a small toilet within the ‘bedroom’ and Becky shut her ears and tried to block out the smell as Edwina did her business and wiped herself.

The older woman now felt incredibly self-conscious, barely looking at the girl who was pretending to be asleep but was blatantly awake. She knew she had to establish dominance. Despite her power over Becky, on a one-on-one situation, without Edward, the young girl might overpower her.

She got back under the covers but was too nervous to start fondling Becky. After a few minutes, she roughly woke her up.

“Hey, Becky, there isn’t enough room in this bed for us both, I can’t get back to sleep. Get out, and sleep on the floor, go on!”

Becky did not mind being away from the squishy fat body but found it hard to get comfortable on the hard rubber floor. For one thing, she was not tired anymore, and wanted to sit up, but did not want to disobey Edwina. She knew she was on edge and would be looking for a reason to punish her, if not now, then later.

Edwina still had her watch. “For fuck’s sake, it’s eleven O’clock, where is that useless cunt?” She knew shouting would have no effect, no one could hear her. How silly they had been, getting drunk with Becky. Imagine, she shuddered, if she and Edward had woken up in this bed, with Becky gone, and there being no memory of what had happened!

“Please, mummy, may I go to the toilet?”

Edwina sighed. “Yeah OK then, make it quick, then back on the floor.”

Edward finally woke up, and wondered where Edwina was. Looking at the security camera footage, he chuckled as he saw Becky on the toilet wiping herself, as the large lump under the covers indicated his wife was in her bed, obviously locked in.

The security door opened, and Edward walked in. “Morning ladies! God, what a Christmas! My head is melting. Let’s get you out Edwina, hahaha, I hope you enjoyed sleeping there.”

“Shut up Ed.” Edwina’s eyes were ablaze. “You fucking idiot, leaving me alone with her, why did you not come down sooner!”

“Sorry, I was hungover too. Anyway, shall we go for a walk with Lucifer, and get some fresh air. After I give Becky some breakfast?”

“Yeah but first I think Lucifer needs some human pussy.” Edwina glanced at Becky with an evil smirk. The little bitch must have enjoyed her discomfort, being in the same trap as she had been, if only for a few hours.

“Becky, get that pussy nice and wet, and get ready for doggy cock for your breakfast.” She slammed the bedroom door in Becky’s face and leaned in against the bars, her face and tits protruding between the bars.

“You probably thought we were the same for a while there” she hissed at her. “We’re not. You’re my fucking slave, I own you. Now you are going to fuck my dog, just to remind you what the fuck you are.”

Becky’s heart dropped. She hated the smell and taste of Lucifer’s cock, and was not looking forward to getting new scratch marks all over her skin. His bark terrified her, he was not friendly, he saw her as the Pembrokes did, a piece of female flesh to be used.

As she obediently played with herself, she thought of how much wider her pussy had become since the Pembrokes had kidnapped her. Maybe it was like her mother’s after she gave birth to her. She tried to put such unpleasant thoughts out of her head. She prayed that Genevieve and her mum would stay safe and out of the hands of these evil predators and that eventually, justice would prevail on them.

Edwina felt like a privileged guest on her next visit to the Parkers. The maid offered her tea or coffee, and Eleanour, in a bathrobe, greeted her, apologizing for her lack of proper attire.

“Oh, don’t worry,” smiled Edwina, secretly admiring the bare flesh she could see.

As Edwina gazed around their luxurious residence, a thought crossed her mind: Maybe I could have this as well.

“Silly” she thought to herself. She already had one daughter. Asking for another was greedy, let alone Eleanour and the house!

She spent the next few hours in Geneieve’s bedroom. She looked longingly at her dirty laundry basket, and the panties visible within it, knowing that it was too much of a risk to take more. She was able to smell them when Genevieve went to the toilet and came to the pleasing conclusion that she really did have Becky’s scent.

She looked around at the teenager’s things, wondering what might be useful to her evil scheme. Just teenage stuff, books, posters, ipads, laptop. Her social media was boring. Amazing how the death of a sibling can stop people from being so public, she thought.

When Genevieve returned, they went back to their discussions about her feelings. Boys, teachers, her parents, her studies, her period, hormones.

She was in her school uniform and every so often her legs parted excitedly giving Edwina a nice glimpse of her white panties between her legs. Years of practice, combined with her sexless and kind appearance, made Edwina a natural at perving without the object being aware. Her kindly touches on the girl’s knee did not bother Genevieve at all.

Her brown hair was growing out, nice and wavy like Becky, her blue eyes shone in the daylight, as Edwina regretted she would only ever see her sister’s eyes in artificial light and never get to see that brilliant hue in her.

“Your teeth seem nice and straight, Genevieve, are your braces going to come off soon?”

“Hopefully soon, I cannot wait, but they were pretty crooked before, my mum insisted.”

“Mums know best, Edwina smiled rubbing her hand on her knee again, daring to enjoy the sweet teenage flesh. In her mind, she was wondering if Edward had the know-how to take that metalwork off. She imagined Genevieve’s metallic smile changing to a scream as he ripped those wires out in the sex dungeon, her sister looking on helplessly at the new arrival.

Afterward, Eleanour greeted her as she left, just in tiny shorts and t shirt with face cream all over her. “Goodbye Edwina see you next week!” She hugged her and smiled.

Edwina watched her depart, her sexy slim butt wiggling in the shorts, her clear smooth thighs working their way across the palatial entrance of the mansion. She must think I’m sexless, she would not think anything of being naked in front of me, thought Edwina. She ruefully remembered all the times she had been deemed invisible by men and women. If only Eleanour could imagine how Edwina wanted to paw her all over her body and lick out every orifice on her sexy body!

That evening, Becky had to live out Edwina’s frustrations at not having access to the rest of her family’s bodies. She was on the Saw Horse. She was positioned face down over the top cushion, her body stretched out along the length of the apparatus. Her legs were secured tightly to the leg platforms, each one strapped in with adjustable restraints, holding her in place firmly. The height of the leg cushions had been adjusted to accommodate her, ensuring she was properly aligned.

Her arms were pulled forward and strapped down with the arm restraints, preventing any significant movement. The waist restraint was fastened snugly around her midsection, pressing her hips into the cushion and immobilizing her core. Becky felt the cool touch of the vinyl against her skint.

Behind her upturned buttocks, sat Edwina, admiring the view, sights, and smells coming from the girl’s pussy and asshole. She had been eating her pussy for twenty minutes, teasing out her juices, and getting Becky to buck forlornly within the restraints, squealing in pleasure. She now turned to the puckered anus, so cute and small and pink, tightly wound up. Edwina teased it with her tongue, enjoying the feeling of the little ridges of the sphincter, and trying to probe past it into the asshole. She blew on it, delighting in the surprised loosening of the muscle and the glimpse of space in the hole.

After a few minutes of sighs, and Edwina’s efforts to pull her ass cheeks apart to stretch the hole against Becky’s efforts to keep it wound shut, her tongue started to make inroads inside her ass.

Edwina grinned as she brought her index finger to the hole, and slowly pushed it inside Becky’s rectum.

“See” she grinned “mummy always gets inside her girls’ holes eventually.”

She playfully spanked Becky’s buttocks, marvelling at how firm they remained, barely a wobble, as she screamed in pain and surprise.

“You and Genevieve have the same pussy smell, baby. I sniffed her dirty knickers today. She is just like you. God I love talking with her.”

Becky tried to fight the sensations of the tongue and fingers inside her, and the proximity to an orgasm, with the horror of her situation and the terror that this woman might harm her family.

“It’s a slow burn thing. I enjoy being at your house, maybe your mum might leave me something in her will or something. But I’d settle just for her other daughter, to be honest. Can you think of anything to help me?”

“Sorry ... mummy ... I don’t understand...?”

“To help me kidnap your sister and get away with it, what the fuck do you think I meant?”

Becky tried to think rationally of what to say that would not result in some kind of beating. “I’m sorry mummy, we were not that close.”

“Well, young lady. I was hearing today about a game you used to play with young Genevieve. Twister, I believe it’s called. You had to bend each other’s sexy bodies to put your feet and hands on the right spots, getting into all sorts of naughty positions! Your sister even blushed talking about it!”

Edwina smiled, her finger still in Becky’s asshole as her tongue teased on the girl’s soaking clit. “I had half a mind to report your family to the social services, such naughty behaviour among siblings, sounded sexual to me. Your sister, showing off her knickers under her skirt to me! Why, I would recommend a good spanking for her!”

Edwina cackled and brought her palm down hard on Becky’s left buttcheek, eliciting another gasp from the poor restrained girl.

“I’d have you playing twister with her all day down here, naked, and your mum Eleanour could join in as well. Anyone falling over would get the whip. Anyone not eating pussy at the end would get the whip too. Fuck it, I would just love to whip all three of you.”

Edwina kept eating at the soft tender flesh between Becky’s legs. “Maybe that’s an idea. Get Genevieve put into care. What kind of a fucking family has a suicidal daughter who disappears anyway. Your mum isn’t fit to be your mother, that’s why you call me mummy now, isn’t it?”

“Yes mummy,” replied Becky automatically, knowing the consequences for talking back.

“She would be in care, in with all sorts of a rough crowd. I could even select a few troublemakers to hang out with her. Poor girl, it would be understandable if she disappeared too, not before getting a bit of abuse from some dodgy characters I know that I could introduce her to ... the kinds of working class, troubled young boys that Eleanour would look down on...”

Edwina felt Becky’s taste change as she detected another orgasm. “Cheeky slut, you are enjoying this, aren’t you! God, imagine your mother, Eleanour, imagine what it would be like to have her strapped on here too. I bet her cunt tastes nice too. The last time you saw it, you were coming out of it! Next time you see it, it will be down here, hopefully haha!”

Becky tried to keep calm and focus on what she could change. For now, nothing, just keeping this horrible bitch happy enough not to hurt her.

The police investigation into Becky’s disappearance had taken months but finally, they had got something. After hours and hours of searching CCTV and questioning witnesses, they had pinpointed Becky to a park about an hour away.

It was Eleanour who tearfully mentioned that she had loved a certain spot on a bridge over a fast-running river. After a week of searching, officers recovered a small pedant. Eleanour identified it as belonging to Becky.