Brenda sat watching the house from Hailey's car. The house that was still her home. Her home that she hadn't lived in for more than six months since the day that Jake's Aunt had arrived.
They had parked discreetly but made sure that they had a good view of the house very early that morning which gave some explanation for the gently sleepy wheeze escaping rhythmically from Hailey. Brenda was far from asleep. Her mind could not rest.
Jake had contacted her earlier in the week to say that his Aunt had finally left. He almost pleaded with Brenda to come back home. For four days Brenda had sat watching carefully for signs of Jake's Aunt. Phoebe. Other than the occasional sight of Jake on an errand or the local mail man she saw no other visitors. Most importantly there had been no sign of Phoebe.
"She can't be there 'Babes'," Hailey had said, but Brenda was still not convinced and so it was only with Hailey's encouragement that Brenda was willing to even consider going to the house.
Brenda had been so fraught that Hailey had offered to accompany her this time. "It'll be like being on a secret mission," Hailey said. "We'll get him back from the evil Aunt's clutches," she laughed. Brenda laughed nervously. But she had no wish to be faced by Aunt Phoebe once more. Every memory of Phoebe made Brenda feel intimidated.
Brenda's thoughts were shaken as Hailey stirred. "Hey Babes. What time is it?"
"Just after nine."
Hailey ran her left hand across her face and drank from the water bottle that was resting in her lap. "Any sign?"
"No."
"So?"
"So what?"
"So what are we doing Babes? If you haven't seen her so far I would reckon that this mysterious Aunt has packed her bags." Brenda just continued to stare at the house. "Hey, isn't this why I came with you so that I could use my commando training to save the day," Hailey said in a jocular manner.
Brenda looked over at her friend. Hailey had come to her aid when she had first made up her mind to distance herself from Jake's intimidating relative. Had she abandoned Jake? She often asked herself that question. But it was obvious that Jake had no will against his Aunt and Brenda felt nervous in the woman's prescience. Worried that she too would be drawn into whatever it was that Phoebe had planned.
"We can't wait here forever I suppose."
Hailey perked up in her seat. "Precisely. Besides, I need a pee."
Neither of the women spoke as they approached the house. Hailey had visited the house many times in what Brenda would have seen as better times and checked over the house as she approached and could see no real difference. Although Hailey was not exactly sure what changes she was expecting, but as they approached she became nervous for some reason.
Brenda lead the way heading up the path to the front door. She peered in through the front bay window but could see nothing of any definition. She moved to the door and rang its bell. The women waited for what seemed an age and then an image, undefined due to the patterned glass, approached from within.
As the door opened Brenda felt almost faint and she felt her heart skip as Jake appeared before her. They each stood looking at each other for what seemed an age. He appeared to be slightly gaunt to Brenda's eyes but his smile seemed genuine. Jake caught sight of Hailey and appeared taken aback by her prescience. Brenda sensed a sudden nervousness in Jake's demeanour. Time seemed to stand still for another moment, before Hailey brushed past Brenda. "Hi Babes, I'd love to wait for an invite but I really need to use your loo." Jake watched open mouthed as the woman brushed past him.
Jake stood to the side of the now fully opened door. "I won't bite you know." Brenda was still watchful. Jakes' smile seemed watery. He seemed to be acting unnaturally. Brenda told herself she was being silly but she hesitated for another moment before stepping over the threshold back into her home.
Jake closed the door behind her which made her jump. Brenda stood in the hallway watchful and nervous. "I've missed you," Jake said standing beside Brenda. Brenda only looked at him. He made no move towards her and she did not feel inclined to offer any solace herself. "Shall we wait in the lounge for Hailey?" Jake asked moving past Brenda. He opened the lounge door like a doorman at an expensive hotel, awaiting her entrance.
Brenda remained motionless. "Hailey, are you OK up there?" There was a muted acknowledgement. Brenda stood for a while longer before moving slowly towards the lounge and passed Jake in the doorway. As she passed the threshold into the lounge Brenda's eyeline picked up movement but her reactions were too slow as her arms were held firm behind her to prevent her from truly struggling. Scared now Brenda attempted to wriggle free from her captors but as she planned a fruitless escape her face was covered by a heavy scented cloth. Pressed hard to her airways Brenda had no other option but to breathe in the vapour and in doing so lost her battle for instant freedom.
Brenda's eyes slowly opened. Her mind was dull. She had no sense of time or place. She blinked her eyes a few times in a bid to focus her vision in the darkness of the room. She gathered that she was lying on a bed of some description. She slowly raised her groggy head from the pillow and positioned herself to sit on the edge of the bed. As she bowed her head she realised that she was wearing a necklace. Brenda was not one for jewellery and raised her hand to touch the article. The darkness made it difficult to get any definition of the article but could feel that the necklace contained some kind of jewel or pendant. She was more than aware that she had not been wearing a necklace when she had entered the house.
As she held the weight of the jewel in her hands she felt a sudden warmth building within her abdomen. Brenda immediately released the pendant from her hands and sat feeling strangely aroused and ashamed. She reached to her neck and ran her hands over the necklace, but could find no release catch.
As Brenda's mind cleared she generally checked her naked arms and limbs for wounds. Brenda let out a despairing cry as she noticed that each of her nipples had been pierced. She slowly placed each of her hands onto her breasts and ran her fingers over what appeared to be tiny bar shapes that appeared to be driven through each of her nipples. Brenda gave a tug at one of the bars but as with the necklace there appeared to be no way of removing the object. She tugged again on one of the bars and suddenly felt herself becoming aroused again. The necklace seemed to warm against her chest and she could feel a dampness between her thighs and immediately stopped playing with her new attachments.
Brenda's mind and body were battling with each other. Confusion and desire. She bowed her head gathering her thoughts but subconsciously her left hand moved towards her mound. Another gasp left her lips as she felt a new sensation as she ran her hand across the shaven area, withdrawing it instantly. But she returned her hand to the newly shaven skin and felt herself shudder pleasurably. Again Brenda felt revolted by her body's reactions. Brenda's mind was now very troubled. She was in no way comfortable for her pussy to have been shaved. She had always associated women who shaved themselves 'there' as porn stars or prostitutes. Who would have done such a thing to her?
Slowly Brenda stood up and walked toward the only door in the room. Her efforts to open it failed. The door was clearly locked. It was only as she moved that she felt a tightness within her vagina which strangely aroused her. Brenda's could feel her fearful mind slowly losing a battle of wills. Subconsciously she parted her pussy lips and slowly ran her finger over her gash and located a solid lump. It felt metallic and seemed to be shaped similar to the bars that were now part of her nipples. She felt for her clit again and caused her senses to react. Another shudder passed through her and she felt more moisture on her hands. Brenda shamefully removed her fingers and rubbed them dry on her thigh. She moved back into the room and began to cry.
Brenda's tear stained face turned towards the door as she heard it being unlocked but her heart sank as Phoebe entered the room. An outside light switch brought light into the room. Brenda instinctively covered her body with her hands and arms. Phoebe strode purposefully into the room wearing a black skirted business suit, her hair cascading over her shoulders. She set her eyes on Brenda. "Welcome my dear."
Brenda sank back into an adjacent wall. Two other women entered the room behind Phoebe dressed in matching smart attire of white silk blouse and knee length black pencil skirt.
"I hope you rested well?" Brenda said nothing. She watched as one of the women began to cover the mattress surface with a plastic sheet. The other placed a bowl on the floor next to the bed before helping with re-dressing the mattress.
"How are you feeling my dear?" Brenda's eyes darted around the room looking for an escape route or some way by which she could protect herself, but there was only one exit and there was also little furniture in the room to hide behind. "We thought after your nap that you might like to freshen up. It made sense that we kept you sedated whilst we enhanced your appearance. It probably would have been quite painful, don't you agree?"
"You did this to me? "
"Well, not me personally. My girls did all of the work. Tania seems to have a certain skill in that department. Or maybe she just likes to play with tits and clits. I'm not sure. Do you like playing with tits and clits Brenda?"
