Chapter 2

The next few weeks felt wonderful for the Pembrokes as they relived their experience with “Sheila.”

The bar had lacked security cameras inside, and despite complaints from some girls about spiked drinks, there were no clues as to who might have been responsible. Several rape complaints were made by the girls who all remembered nothing after a certain point in the evening, with several waking up in various different houses with different men.

Edward threw himself into building a basement beneath their living room, connected by a stairwell to their shed, which he also expanded. He worked on it tirelessly, dedicating every waking hour with renewed vigor.

Edwina enjoyed watching him work and was pleased to see progress every day. “God, I love having such a handyman around,” she winked, while sniffing the prize panties of the girl they had drugged and raped.

“Why don’t you take a break with me” she giggled.

Edward didn’t need an invitation. The thought of what his work was going to be used for her turned him on no end.

Edwina still had her work and enjoyed interviewing the likes of Emma Bradley who so resembled the girl they had taken in a van. Edwina inhaled Emma’s used panties prior to interviewing the young blonde again, keeping them in her pocket as she took in the details of her distressed teenage life.

Emma felt awkward with Edwina, she could almost feel her desire for her and did not like how she kept feeling her knee but thought it odd to complain about a counsellor doing this.

Edwina still had difficulty with the Parker family. Eleanour Parker’s perfectly manicured hand flew to her perfectly coiffed hair as Edwina lumbered through her doorway. “Oh, yes, the council woman,” she drawled, her voice laced with enough honey to curdle milk. “Becky! Your counsellor is...” she trailed off, searching for a polite yet withering word, settling finally on, “ ... here.”

Edwina hated Eleanour, the type of woman who had bullied her at school and all her life. She was stunning, with a perfect body even after two children.

“Uuugh, is that fat bitch here again?” Becky came down the stairs, and noticed Edwina. Instead of being embarrassed, she just laughed.

“Ha, sorry Mrs Pembroke, didn’t see you there!”

Becky stood defiantly in the doorway. Her outfit was a mishmash of denim shorts that rode scandalously high on her thighs, a loose vest barely containing a brightly colored bra top, and bare feet completing the picture of youthful rebellion.

“All right, Becky, are you looking forward to our chat?” Edwina asked meekly.

“Not really,” Becky responded casually, striding across the room with her long legs and bare feet, “but we have to do this until daddy finally pays for someone who knows what they’re doing.”

“Becky!” Mrs. Parker scolded her. “Sorry, Mrs. Pembroke ... just go through there, oh and please take those shoes off...”

They went into the living room. Becky sprawled onto the plush sofa, one leg flung dramatically over the armrest, the other sprawled carelessly on the floor, revealing a slim line of denim between her legs.

Edwina, perched on the edge of her seat opposite Becky, felt a bead of sweat prickle on her temple as she tried to ignore the rudeness and condescension, but also the darker feelings inside her aroused by the sight in front of her.

Becky was oblivious to the idea of this woman as a threat. She finally lifted a languid gaze, the disinterest in her eyes a challenge. “Alright,” she drawled, her voice thick with teenage boredom, “let’s get this over with.”

“So Edwina, who should we grab?”

Edward and Edwina were in bed together.

“Why don’t we get some fake number plates, take a road trip, and eventually we will see some young girl out on her own?” Edwina was sure there would be lots of opportunities.

“Do we want a missing girl search though? What about getting some girl no one will miss? Why don’t we see if we can find some hookers? We can wean them off drugs while they are down there anyway, it might improve their looks!”

They both giggled. “But Ed, I really want some nice pure girl. I really want...”

Edwina licked her lips and gripped her husband’s arm. “I want a nice sweet innocent girl, and I want you to be their first, and I want you to knock them about a bit...”

“You mean like ... beat them up...?”

“Yeah, be honest, we are going to snatch them from everything they’ve known and we are never going to let them go. Never. Promise me Ed, I don’t want you falling in love with them OK?”

Edward laughed.

“Don’t worry, Edwina, I know the risks, and I know what this will mean for the poor girl we capture. No, we won’t be letting her out. This is really, really serious, we have to play for keeps.”

“Could you kill her, Ed? Cos if you can’t then we should just forget all this right now!”

Edward shifted uncomfortably. Murder? Why do we need to kill her? Let’s just keep her...”

“Should we grow weary of her, if she becomes too noisy, if we can’t keep her for any reason, or if she sees our faces before we can bring her here, then you’ll have to kill her. Even if...” she looked directly at Ed, “you start to care for her. If you can’t do it, I will.”

“Murder,” Edward whispered, his mind racing. Could he actually do it?

“That girl in the van, Sheila Johnson. If you can’t imagine killing her and burying her somewhere, then we need to forget about this. We’re not going to prison, okay? Seriously, I know I can do it. I love those girls, but I can just as easily kill them. I fucking hate them as much as I love them. But you ... I think you’re soft...”

“No, Edwina trust me, you don’t have to worry...”

“I hope I don’t have to worry Ed, really.” Edwina gripped his face and looked into his eyes. “Whatever little bitch we take, you have to imagine slitting her throat, not just cumming over her face. Be very ready to do it, at a second’s notice, OK?”

“OK.” Edward gulped. He loved Edwina and he loved the idea of sex slave. But he knew he was entering very a very high stakes game.

Edwina felt sexually charged on each of her visits to her girls. As she listened to their woes, she kept wondering about what they would look like, naked, shivering with fear, and how they would taste, their legs spread wide, their vaginas glistening in front of her. As each girl opened up to her about their mental health problems, Edwina wondered how they would feel if they knew what was going on inside her own mind.

The prospect of another meeting with the Parkers, however, was a thorn in Edwina’s side. Eleanor, with her disdain thinly veiled as a tight smile, watched her husband roar off in his ostentatious Jaguar. The only glimmer of genuine warmth came from Genieve, the younger Parker sister, who flashed Edwina a gap-toothed grin through her braces.

Becky stood defiantly in the doorway. Clad in skimpy gym clothes, her entire posture conveyed annoyance at Edwina’s presence. Edwina sighed. This wasn’t going to be easy.

Edwina tried to avoid staring at her numerous self harm scars, and her flat washboard stomach.

“Checking out my scars?” Becky laughed. “I only do my arms, because my legs...” she turned around to give Edwina a view of her impressive body clad in the tight shorts and top, “are a feature I really like, so I don’t want to ruin them ... yet.”

“You see” continued Becky “I want to leave a beautiful corpse.” She straightened out her leg like a ballet dancer. “Mummy doesn’t like me dressing like this but I want to show off. I don’t want to live much longer anyway so I can leave my thighs alone for now.”

“Becky, dear, please. Don’t talk about that,” Edwina interjected gently.

“Is that all you have to say? God, you don’t know anything!” Becky retorted, laughing as she pirouetted around the room like a distracted ballet dancer.

Edwina attempted to steer the conversation back on track. “Becky, this is just a phase. You’ll think differently soon.”

Relief washed over Edwina as the session ended. However, her brief respite was shattered by a tense encounter with Eleanour.

“I don’t think you’ve been making much progress,” Eleanour said airily, dismissing Edwina’s efforts. “If we don’t see significant improvement soon, I’m afraid we’ll have to ... reconsider your services.”

Progress with the basement was growing and they were pleased to confirm that it was soundproof. Piercing screams, banging ... nothing could be heard in the living room.

“God, Ed, we should be thinking about snatching someone soon!”

The Pembrokes took a break from their work on the basement and home furnishing to embark on a seaside road trip. They were equipped with fake number plates and sunglasses paired with baseball caps, just in case they needed to make it difficult for anyone to identify them.

“God, I feel so fat!” Edwina exclaimed, feeling self-conscious as she squeezed herself into a swimsuit and lay on the beach next to Edward, who was in shorts. She couldn’t help but feel out of place next to the lithe, slim girls in their tiny bikinis, who were all decades younger than her.

Edward did not feel self conscious and enjoyed gawking at the lovely young things playing on the beach.

“Don’t worry Edwina, you’re my wife. But one of those girls could be our slave. What do you think?”

“Ooo yes, which do you fancy?” Edwina enjoyed looking at the girls playing frisbee, their slinky bikini bottoms barely covering their ass cracks, their tight skin stretched over their taut bodies. They were surrounded by their beach things including several bottles of dark liquid within a large bottle, clearly liqueur.

One girl caught her eye. A pretty young redhead, her black bikini a stark contrast to her white skin, the little triangles barely covering her modesty. She laughed, her smiling face framed by flowing fiery hair, her athletic body moving with agility and grace.

“Just imagine” Edwina breathed huskily “red lines from a whip covering her back. God, white skin like that, she is just asking to be hidden away from the sun, underground.”

“Yes” said Ed. “God, look at that body, barely any body fat!”

“I’ve got plenty of that” laughed Edwina. “That skinny little bitch. God, she would look good stretched out, see how narrow we can get her stomach, like an elastic band.”

Edward watched his wife lick her ice cream, he loved her. It would be an excellent idea to have a plaything between them.

“Well, the basement is not finished yet. But, if we were to grab her, how could we do it?”

“You remembered the stuff right?”

“Yeah”

“OK, well, I have an idea...”

Half an hour later, Edwina walked along the beach, with a small beach bag, in which she carried a needle syringe full of Edward’s special concoction, and some clear small plasters. In swimsuit, sarong, sunglasses, and sun hat, she looked like a normal middle-aged woman at the beach and not a dangerous sex predator.

The girls had gone into the water, and left their things on the beach with just one girl playing on her phone and listening to music. She did not notice as Edwina moved closer and closer to the large plastic bottle. It was far from the phones and handbags which were closer to the lone girl.

Edwina turned back and looked at the watching figuer of Ed, who, after looking around, gave a thumbs up.

Quickly, Edwina punctured the plastic bottle with the syringe and injected a little bit of the concoction then quickly sealed the hole with the clear sticker. She then moved away and back to Edward and they both gathered their things and moved the van, watching from a distance.

It was a full twenty minutes before the girls returned, and began drinking again, still giggling excitedly.

“Excellent, now it should take a while before it hits them...”

“This is so risky Edwina, what do we do now?”

“We play it safe, let’s just see how it plays out, they will just get drunk, thats all...”

The girls began getting louder and louder and more visibly drunk. About forty five minutes after Edwina had spiked the plastic bottle, they noticed one girl, the red-haired girl in the black bikini, stumble over the beach towards the toilets.

Edwina moved out of the van with determination. “Now it’s my time to shine!”

“Hello love, are you OK?” Edwina asked the young girl, with concern.

“I, ... whoo ... is the toilet here, ... I ... think ... drunk...”

Edwina grinned. She was out of it, completely drunk. She took her by the arm and led her to the van.

No one minded the sight of a matronly woman walking arm in arm-with a young girl. Edward marvelled at how much a woman like his wife could get away with.

“Edwina, what the fuck?”

Edwina pulled the red-headed girl into the back of the van. She lay back on the floor and lolled around, her mouth open, her eyes glazed, her breathing shallow.

Edward kept a lookout. The girls were now squealing and laughing, not noticing their friend was missing. They were drawing more looks of disapproval at their increasingly rowdy behavior.

“Edwina, what do we do, do we get out of here? Do we take her?”

Edwina did not answer. Edward was astonished to see his wife between the girl’s legs, with her bikini bottoms yanked down, and licking her pussy.

“Ugh, there’s a lot of sand here, and she tastes salty!” Edwina said, “but I love it!”

Edward thought to himself - what could he do? Should he drive off? His wife was lost in lust, her hands roaming all over the redheads pale body, while her mouth was clamped on her pussy. The girl was now unconscious.

Suddenly he remembered. He had paid for the drinks and ice cream with his own card. There could be CCTV cameras around they had not noticed.

“Edwina, we cannot take her, we might be traced. We need to return her, she will just think she got drunk.”

Suddenly the girl awoke, started screaming, and grabbed Edwina by the hair. She was shocked at this strange woman with her mouth between her legs!