Chapter 6. ... and Night
Downstairs, Ralph and Edward finished their glasses of Scotch in the salon. Edward glanced at his watch, and addressed his son,
"I think that our delicious charge will be ready for us now, Ralph, shall we gather our equipment and get on with our onerous duty?" He smiled ironically, as did his son. They both rose eagerly, and while Ralph picked up his ever present camera and tripod, Edward moved to a bureau and took out a large wooden box with brass handles. They moved towards the door of the salon, and Edward stopped in the kitchen to obtain a jar of Nutella, then led the way up the stairs to the third floor. The elegant nineteenth century townhome's wooden steps were steeper than is usual today, and Ralph led the way ahead of his father, who took his time leisurely climbing to the upper story, where his young charge slept in a finely drugged state, the doctored chocolate dessert having done its duty admirably.
At the girl's door, the two men stopped momentarily, and Edward rapped briskly on the dark, heavy bulk of the door and called the girl's name sharply. There was no response, and Edward used his master key to open the girl's door, which she'd taken great care to ensure was locked in her attempt to escape the demands of the men in the household she had been made to join. Stepping into the room, Edward walked around the bed and switched on the two bedside lights, casting a directed light on the girl lying peacefully drugged under the covers, her hair splayed gently across her pillow.
The men moved slowly, relaxed and confident that they had as much time as they would desire to enjoy the helpless young woman asleep under the light covers. Ralph set up his camera a few feet away from the bed toward the lower left edge, extending the tripod to its full height so the camera pointed down at the bed and captured everything that was to occur from an advantageous vantage point. He gazed through the viewfinder to focus his lens on the girl, ensuring that the length of her body would fully fit into the frame of the picture even were she to squirm sideways in her sleep. Edward placed the box he was carrying on the nightstand within easy reach of the girl, and, pulling the duvet aside, uncovered her completely.
The two men smiled down at the girl. She lay on her back, her face turned sideways away from the men, resting on one cheek. She wore the cream colored silk top and pants, like a man's pajama, which they had bought that day at Harrods, sporting a girlish cut to accommodate Ashley's feminine figure. The satiny top's short wide sleeves exposed Ashley's delicate wrists and hands. Her long slim fingers looked particularly girlish, as her nails were long but were varnished with only a demure shiny transparent coat. Her pajama pants were short as well, baring her legs just below the knees, and displaying her slim but athletic calves and her small but high-arched feet. Ashley's toenails were dark red; she'd chosen a bolder color as she had believed her toes safe from public observation. Large mother of pearl buttons on the front of the top and smaller ones on the pants fastened the shiny, cream colored fabric.
Ralph photographed her repeatedly, as Edward commented, "We're not going to waste time in exposing your body, Ashley! Let's strip you, my girl, so we can give you a thorough examination." Ralph actuated the automatically repeating shutter on the solid, professional, camera, so it would record a picture every thirty seconds, freeing him to pursue his own pleasure with the sleeping girl. He walked around to stand at the head of the bed to observe his nubile cousin.
Sitting down on the bed next to her immobile torso, Edward gazed down at the young woman supine beside him and observed carefully how the peaceful rise and fall of her chest as she breathed swelled and contracted her large, full breasts, pushing them against the shiny fabric of her top. Reaching out with one hand, Edward began threading the large buttons free of their generous buttonholes, opening them one by one the top of her night-shirt, finally pulling the two sides open unceremoniously to reveal the girl's ripe breasts, their large, darkened, areolas relaxed and spread in sleep.
Ashley's torso lay at a slight twist towards the cheek her face lay on, and one full, round boob perched high on the raised side of her body. Exhibiting the firmness of the girl's youth, it stood undaunted by gravity, exhibiting only the slightest fattening at its base as it perched unsupported. Her other mammary, turned towards the bed, hung slightly, a plump pear shaped morsel, topped by a pound-coin shaped ruby shaded nipple.
Edward and Ralph studied the girl's denuded chest, and the older man extended his arm and let the hairy back of his hand graze the lower curve of Ashley's gentle, pendulous tit, accepting the breast's soft weight and hefting it, causing it to flatten slightly along its lower curve as it the coral nipple tipped upwards.
Letting Ashley's boob hang freely, Edward turned towards the nightstand. Opening the wooden box he'd placed there, Edward removed from it two matching leather cuffs, lined in fur and sporting a number of leather thongs and small straps with which they were intended to be ingeniously attached to one another and to other objects. He slipped a cuff around each of his niece's unconscious wrists, slid home the catch that closed them, and then bound the two close together using a thong. Finally, he hefted the girl's arms over her head attaching Ashey's joined wrists to the headboard above her bed, simultaneously pushing her body around so she lay flat on her back, her breasts swaying up and towards her center. Ashley's arms lay flat on the bed, her elbows spread comfortably framing her face, her cheek nestling against her her soft pale upper arm.
He beckoned Ralph towards him. Ralph quickly moved to the other side of Ashley's bed and also sat down next to the nude chested young woman.
Each man reached out to take hold of one of the girl's defenseless breasts and began playing with it, each in his favoured fashion. The drug, though rendering Ashley unconscious, had the interesting effect, unlike true sleep, of leaving its victim able to experience sensations. It did not afford her the peaceful limpness of true sleep, but allowed her to move and react lethargically.
