Chapter 7

Becky spent another long night barely sleeping, her mouth still tasting the horrible bodies of her captors, her hands numb from the beatings, barely able to use them to feel her own body.

Her misery was interrupted by Edwina, who came down, in nothing but a dressing gown, falling open to again reveal she was naked. She carried some food.

Edwina seemed beside herself with delight as she brought a tray laden with food. “Some food for you, my love. Edward will be down shortly to take you out, let you go to the toilet, and clean yourself.”

Becky just stared at the ground, trying to cover herself up.

Edwina brought her hand through the bars to stroke her arm. Becky flinched.

Edwina said, “It is going to be tough, Becky. I won’t lie; we didn’t have kids because we knew we would be tempted to do something like this eventually. It’s better for us that you’re not our blood. You were gonna kill yourself right? Try and make peace with yourself; you had your life, and you chose to end it.” She paused before continuing, “And this is a second life we are giving you. It is going to be very different from your first life but it’s still a life.”

Becky sniffled and said, “I wasn’t ... I changed my mind. I wanted to live; I don’t want to be your sex slave.” She looked at Edwina pleadingly.

Edwina smiled tersely. “It is no longer your decision. You made your last free decision when you went to that bridge. From now on, you need to think of yourself not as a person but as a possession.”

Edwina did not feel guilty. She was full of lust and anger at girls like Becky and her mother, who had bullied her and whom Edwina had been jealous of all her life. Her eyes sparkled as she relished the control she now wielded.

Becky tried to find any humanity in her eyes. The timid woman she had once bossed around was gone. How deceptive looks could be! Edwina now radiated a fierce intensity.

“Did you enjoy last night?” she asked Becky, who did not know how to respond.

“No...” Becky cried. “No, I didn’t want to do ... any of that dirty stuff. I just want to go home.”

Edwina sighed. “Yes, well, that is never going to happen. The sooner you get that into your pretty head the easier this will be for all of us. I won’t take any guilt-tripping from you; I’m starting to get fed up with it, to be honest.”

Edwina looked at Becky menacingly, “You can either be a nice little girl who obeys us and enjoys the nasty shit we get up to or you can be a dumb doll that doesn’t need to open her mouth.” She paused before continuing, “You don’t even need those fucking hands to live down here. If you ever think of getting cheeky or disobedient, I will come down on you like a ton of bricks. If I even think you are a threat or have ideas about getting out of here...” Edwina trailed off as she looked down at Becky’s injured hands. “Then maybe some toes and fingers need breaking!”

Edwina stormed back up, annoyed that she could not face Becky alone, without Edward to back her up. She felt safer having her tied up securely to play with her.

“Ed. I want you to take her out and clean her. We need to get her in more bondage, I want to have alone time with her, without having to worry that little minx will bite my ear off!”

That evening, Edwina had picked out a red party dress, some nice white panties, a bra in Becky’s size, and some white socks with raised platform shoes.

“We need to get Becky into these, Ed. Give these to her, and tell her to get into them. Make sure she is clean. I want to feel like I’m touching up a real girl!”

Edward was a little taken aback at how Edwina was ordering him around. Becky was very much her prisoner, not his. But he had to do the physical bit, the intimidation, the handling, the beating, the upkeep of the restraints and cages.

“Now, Edwina wants to get you into these clothes and cleaned up. I’m sure you know what’s going to happen, Becky. It’s best you try to enjoy it. You definitely came last night, didn’t you?”

“Err ... I think so...” Becky replied despondently. She looked at the hulking man, detecting a hint of humanity absent in his wife.

“Ed? Can I call you Ed?”

“Er ... yes, for now. My wife may want you to call us different names later. We need to discuss things; we’re still getting used to having you,” he smiled, opening the cage and gripping her arm.

Becky winced as his hand held her arm tightly. “Ed, I will do as you say. You can wash me, just please don’t hurt me.”

“Sorry, Becky, but you need to know who the is boss. Whatever turns my wife on, well, that’s what is going to happen to you. So whatever you do, don’t disrespect her, OK?”

“I promise I will try, Ed. I will try and do as I am told. I just ... I’m a bit frightened of her.”

“So am I!” laughed Edward. “Now, stand still. It’s cold, sorry, but the quicker we do this, the better.”

Becky cursed as the freezing cold water drenched her, and Edward scrubbed her down briskly. The bristles of the brush dug into her skin, leaving red lines as he rubbed it against her skin.

“Now, this should look nice on you, and a lovely girl like you doesn’t need make up! Get dressed, and just wait here, we will be down soon!”

Becky changed into underwear, the socks, the shoes, and the red dress. She looked into a plastic mirror on the wall. A flicker of self-admiration sparked in her eyes, then died as quickly as it came. Her slim figure poured into the dress, the hemline riding high on her thighs. In any other context, she would have playfully twirled and enjoyed her new dress, checking for hidden pockets and loose threads – but her marks on her face, the bruises on her legs and arms, the vivid red marks on her hands, as well as the horrifying dungeon she was in, just made her dread the arrival of the two violent perverts.

“Ed, we should get video camera surveillance down there, I feel exposed!”

“Don’t worry, there are two of us, any trouble and I will knock her about a bit.”

“Yes, well, get on it, OK?”

The couple were dressed more simply now. Edward was naked under his dressing gown. Edwina was in another slutty dress, one she would never have dared to wear out. She had last worn it when she was many pounds lighter, and it showed. The fabric stretched tightly around her busty, rotund figure and rode up her thighs.

Edwina looked with envy at the young, slim teenager in her bright red dress. Becky embodied the promise of youth with her slim legs and bare arms, a stark contrast to Edwina’s own middle-aged spread.

Becky looked at the other woman in her obscenely tight dress. In ordinary circumstances, she would have scornfully laughed at such a pitiful specimen: a middle-aged, overweight woman dressed like a hooker, with a nondescript, unattractive face that should be invisible to pretty young girls like her. Instead, this woman was her universe, and that chubby body bursting out of her dress was the object she was now forced to admire and worship. She swallowed and immediately imagined the taste of her body, all the crevices and folds. She wanted to throw up, cry, and run away all at the same time. Instead, she just froze.

“Becky, my darling, you look heavenly. So young, so fresh.” Edwina took in the lovely sight of the teenager, imagining herself in a disco, looking on at the cute confident girls while she sat on the sidelines. Now, she had this gorgeous girl to herself.

Edwina brought out an MP3 player, and played some music.

“Edwina, what are you doing?” laughed Edward.

“Becky, Ed, I want you two to dance together, nice and slow, to this song. Ed, don’t you be doing anything dirty, I want to watch this...”

She played “Fast Car” by Trace Chapman.

Both Edward and Becky looked befuddled. “OK then” laughed Ed, and he approached Becky, and took her in a waltz, dancing around the floor. A slow, melancholic ballad about chasing dreams wasn’t exactly the soundtrack either expected for a night in a sex dungeon.

Becky smelled the sweat already rising from Edward, his large stomach pressing into her, his arms holding her tight, as her face nestled in his throat. She felt his cock grow, prodding into her dress.

Edwina looked on, remembering being passed over by all the boys for girls like Becky. She looked at her ass twitching under the red dress with each move, her cheeks clearly visible with each movement. Angst, wonder, and nostalgia suddenly gave way to lust.

“OK, Ed, now my turn.” Edwina got up and took over. In contrast to Edward, Edwina was shorter than Becky in her heels. Becky tried looking anywhere but the adoring face in front of her. Edwina’s hands snaked all over her back, and down her dress to cup her buttocks.

“Why don’t you touch my ass, like I touch you, darling?” Edwina whispered to the frightened girl. “And look into my eyes, as we dance.”

A grimace contorted Becky’s face as she forced her hands to navigate the woman’s expansive form. Meeting Edwina’s unwavering green-eyed gaze, Becky desperately tried to mask her disgust. Edwina simply smiled back, grinning.

Edwina moved her hand up to the back of her head and pulled her head down to meet hers. She suddenly switched to anger when Becky tried to keep her neck straight. Becky gulped, realizing her error, and let her head be guided down. She opened her mouth for the kiss, as she saw Edwina’s face melt back into a smile before closing her eyes and kissing Becky on the mouth.

“Hmmmm” moans of pleasure came from Edwina’s mouth into that of Becky as her tongue explored each tooth, each ridge of her throat. Edwina’s hands moved under her dress, roaming all over her bare skin, under her bra, and into her knickers.