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.
She moaned when her Uncle grabbed her full right breast roughly and squeezed it, letting his fingers sink deeply into her pillowy, captive orb. Ralph simultaneously pinched her soft, fat, left nipple in his fingers, drawing her breast upwards to shake the globe gently by her imprisoned nipple. Ashley's torso arched, unconsciously seeking to relieve the strain on her stretched breasts, and her arms writhed softly against her bonds. She let out involuntary, mewling, sounds as her head slowly tossed back and forth.
The camera's shutter fires at regular intervals, and unflinchingly documents her ravishers' playing freely and roughly with her boobs for many minutes. Their marauding hands prod and press, shaking and tugging at her mammaries. Her girlish globes are patted and petted, mauled, and pulled at the whim and mercy of the two delighted men who acquaint themselves with every bounce and quiver of the delicious frontal charms at their disposition.
Edward turns serious, intoning "perhaps Ashley, you need those udders milked now like an obedient cow." Even though she cannot hear him, his tone carries, as it always has when forcing her to perform one or another humiliating ordeal, the outward veneer of benevolent reasonableness, ill concealing the icy authoritarianism that mocks and deepens the shame Ashley has felt at being made to obey his perverted desires throughout her stay in the house.
Both men begin a coordinated motion, using their hands to ring the base of each breast, then roughly using the constricted ring of their hands to squeeze each tit upward, the fat globes bunching out, then slipping slowly through the fingers until Ashley's nipples reached their fingers. They each use a thumb and index finger apiece to grasp a reddening nipple and tug the moaning girl's naked tits by that convenient handle.
Again, their hands moved to the base of her breasts and repeated the motion, milking the girl's puffy, soft, tits strenuously. Her naked belly heaved and her chest writhed as they milked her. Edward quit her breast for a moment, leaving Ralph free to grab Ashley's only momentarily freed breast, and repeat the milking motion on both breasts together. Edward, in turn, opened the buttons on Ashley's pajama bottoms, and saying "Let's see you make your pussy dance for us while you're milked!" pulled the sides of her pants down baring her hips and then her lightly furred pubis.
He returned to his original position, and took hold of the breast before him, which Ralph reluctantly released. He bent his head down and placed his mouth over the girl's abused nipple, and began sucking and tonguing the nub while resuming milking the breast. Ralph, also captured Ashley's other nipple in his teeth, and nipped the bud while worrying the fleshy globe in his hand.
The effect on the girl of having her breasts sucked and milked was pleasurable to watch for the two men. Ashley twisted her chest this way and that mashing her breasts into her molesters' faces, while her legs softly writhed. The two men sucking her boobs watched her lightly downed pulse with the rocking motion of her hips and midriff. Edward reached out one hand and placed it on her daintily feathery-furred slit feeling the warmth and pulse of her crotch in his hand as waves of motion passed through her. Capturing her now turgid nipple with his teeth, Edward sank his middle finger into the velvety nest of her crotch, letting the puffy lips embrace his invading finger, holding the writhing girl's body pinned between her tit and the moist entrance to her vaginal canal.
