Chapter 3
"Wendy? . . .Wendy?" No reply. "Wendy!"
Wendy groaned, but did not awaken. "She's asleep," Paula Townsend said. She straightened up, her bountiful breasts pulling taut against the breast cups of her sleek supple leather dress.
Black leather, it was, standing out in contrast with her creamy smooth white skin.. . of which a great deal was on display.
"This is a terrible business," Albert Townsend moaned. "Just terrible!"
Barbara, too, was in the room, on the other side of the bed opposite Paula. Albert stood at the foot of the bed.
Wendy fitfully slept, tossing and turning, tangling with the blankets and sheets, rolling this way and that.
Barbara's bed, it was. Hysterical, Wendy would not remain in the bed in which she had been raped.
Barbara had quickly prepared her own room, hurriedly putting all sexual devices safely away, out of sight.
She stripped the sheets and blankets her earlier sex session of masochistic masturbation had soaked the bed coverings with sweat and musk.
The bed was covered with clean sheets and a fresh blanket, in time for Wendy, who was escorted down the spiral staircase to the first floor of the duplex, then put to bed in the maid's room.
Wendy had been given a sedative, a powerful tranquilizer. Ironically, the pill had been prescribed for Johnny.
It had been provided to pacify his wild, violent mood swings. But he was used to the stuff by now, although it would put a normal man right under.
Wendy had not wanted to take the sleeping pill. But Paula had popped it into Wendy's mouth without warning.
She held a glass of water to Wendy's mouth and would not take it away until Wendy swallowed. Once gulped by the girl, the pill swiftly took effect.
Now, the threesome of Mr. and Mrs. Townsend and Barbara stood at the bedside, each of them hatching out his or her own private plans.
Albert Townsend was in his early fifties, suave, distinguished looking, sleekly glowing with prosperity.
Silver-gray hair, thick and flowing, was brushed straight back from his forehead. His eyebrows were white, bushy.
A thin, neatly clipped mustache covered his upper lip. His face was tanned a rich golden bronze color.
Contrasting with his wife, who shunned the sun, and whose skin was white as snow. Albert wore an expensive suit, white dress shirt, tie.
Paula Townsend was a strikingly attractive mature beauty. She was in her mid-forties, with a face that looked five years younger, and a body that looked ten years younger, than her chronological age.
Black hair, inky black as shadow, was coiled at the top of her head in a sophisticated, intricate coiffure.
Paula's heart-shaped face was icy, aloof, aristocratic. She had come a long way from humble back country beginnings.
No native New Yorker could top Paula for sheer ball-breaking gall. Her displeasure could wither the haughtiest maitre'd'.
Glittering baubles, earrings, hung from her lobes. Those sparklers were real diamonds, not paste.
Her dress had a halter top. From the tops of the cups holding her lush breasts rose straps which were knotted together at the back of her neck.
A black silk choker collar with a diamond pendant circled her throat.
The plunging V-neckline of her dress showed extensive, impressive décolleté, baring the inner curves of her bosom, her deep cleavage.
The skirt hugged her voluptuous, well-toned hips, her ripely rounded buttocks.
There was some small resemblance between Paula and her niece, Wendy.
The points of similarity lay in their physiques, both built to the mold of full breasts, narrow waist, wide hips, long legs.
Both niece and aunt had green eyes but Wendy's were pale soft green, while Paula's were harshly glinting emeralds.
Colder than the icily brilliant diamonds decorating Jier body.
The hem of the black leather skirt reached an inch below her knees. Shapely calves were sheathed in sheer sleek stockings.
Completing her outfit were high heeled black patent leather pumps.
Albert Townsend moaned, "This is all the fault of that damned boy of yours!"
"Yes, this time Johnny has gone too far," Paula said. "This time, something will have to be done to teach him a lesson!"
"Might I recommend castration?" sarcasm dripped in Albert's voice.
"I'm considering it," Paula said.
"Well, what do we do now?" Albert said. "She's your niece!"
"We do what we planned to do all along, that's all.. . "
"It will be a bit more difficult to seduce her into our scene, thanks to Johnny's efforts, which will no doubt have traumatized her!"
"We'll deal with Johnny, but let's talk about HER now!"
"She won't go to the police," Albert said worriedly.
"No, of course she won't! She's country folk I know the breed, I was one myself, once. They don't go to the law."
"Perhaps the wisest course would be just to ship her back home."
"No."
"Why not? She won't talk, except to her mother, and you control her. When she's back home, safe and sound, she'll forget all about this in a few weeks.. . "
"No."
"My dear, you are so stubborn! Why not send her home?" "I want her."
Paula's white breast globes strained against the black leather cups as she leaned over the bed to take hold of the blankets.
She pulled the sheets and blankets down to Wendy's waist
Wendy's face was red and flushed. Veins stood out on her forehead. Her lips were parted. A nerve twitched in her face.
But none of those evidences of discomfort marred her loveliness.
Honeyed blonde hair spilled out on pillow and mattress, some of the silken strands sifting across her face.
In the post-recovery period of the rape, Wendy had been bathed, dressed in a white flannel nightgown, and put to bed.
This nightgown was one of her own. It had a high lace collar, long sleeves, an opaque body, and a hem reaching down to her ankles.
But even if it did cover her breasts, as it did, it could not hide their glory. Twin mounds swelled under the covering fabric.
Paula reached for a breast, hesitated, then cupped one, squeezing it through the fabric and making it jut.
Wendy stirred but did not waken.
"I want her," Paula declared. "And you know you do too, Albert!"
"Yes, of course but do you really think we can get away with it?"
"Why not?"
"After the rape, and all?"
"It makes the seduction more difficult but not impossible. We'll corrupt her so much, and make her love it, that she won't be able to resist!"
"The decision is yours, my dear. She's your niece."
"You know what my decision is we take her."
"Done!"
"That pill will put her out 'till morning, and then some. But we have to be ready by then, ready to begin," Paula planned.
Barbara had been edging toward the door.
"One moment, Barbara," Albert said.
Barbara froze. She looked like a little girl caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Excited anxiety expressed itself on her face.
Barbara wore her maid's uniform, which she had hurriedly thrown on when Wendy's cries roused the maid from her bed of masturbation.
Now, Barbara stood with her head down, slightly bowed forward, and her hands held behind her back.
Albert's cheeks were flushed with a rosy glow of mounting arousal. He moved forward until he stood only an arm's-breadth from the girl.
"I saw you trying to sneak out, Barbara."
"I I only wanted to give you and Mrs. Townsend privacy, sir!"
"Is that so, Barbara? Or was it that you hoped to elude a reckoning?"
"A a reckoning, sir?"
"Where were you while all this, er, all this unpleasantness was going on? Hmmmm?" He actually stroked his mustache as he spoke.
"I I was in my room, sir!"
"Doing what?"
A moan from Wendy made Albert glance at the bed.
Paula continued her fondlings and manipulations of Wendy's breasts. She had teased one of the sleeping girl's nipples erect.
Now she touched it through the fabric, rolling it in her fingers.
"Really, my dear! So soon after that dreadful business with Johnny --! ! "
"She's sleeping. Anyway, this is for my pleasure, not hers!"
"Amazing organism, the human body," Albert remarked. "Here the poor dear girl has only been subjected to a traumatizing rape an hour or two ago!
"But despite that, when you play with her nipple, it automatically stiffens in reaction and becomes throbbingly erect!
"Why, it's just like pressing a button!"
Paula said, "The body knows what it wants!"
"I hardly think your niece wanted Johnny!"
"Johnny is in the shithouse," Paula snapped. "I'm going to fix his wagon!"
"I suggest we do it as soon as possible," Albert said. "As soon as I finish squaring accounts with our naughty, negligent maid!"
"I didn't know Johnny was in the house!" Barbara protested. "He's been away for the last day, and I didn't know he'd come back tonight and -"
"Quiet, Barbara!"
Barbara halted, sagging as she expelled the rest of the deep breath she had taken to offer her alibi.
"What I wonder about, Barbara, is why you didn't hear him come in? Surely you must have heard the elevator come up?"
"No, sir, I didn't! If I had known Johnny was upstairs alone with Miss Wendy, I would have gone right up!"
"And why didn't you know? What were you doing, Barbara?"
Barbara mumbled something.
"Speak up, girl!"
"I'm sorry, sir! I guess I had the TV turned too loud!"
"You had the TV turned too loud," Albert said. "And what program were you watching that you found so very engrossing?
"The Macneil-Lehrer report? Great Performances? Cable News Network?"
Albert strode to the TV.
"Let's see what you were watching, Barbara!"
He switched on the set, then the videotape, machine attached to it.
On came the lurid images of cruel matrons sexually abusing young nude girls. The scene resumed at the point it had been at when Barbara, startled by Wendy's shrieks, jumped up from bed and switched it off.
Albert turned up the sound, too so the cascading plopping of the blonde girl voiding her bowels into the pail came through loud and clear.
"Barbara really!" mocked Paula.
Barbara blushed a bright crimson. Nerves twitched and crawled in her face. She gulped, swallowing loudly.
She squirmed, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, her entwined fingers twisting and anxiously pulling each other.
Albert watched the scene on the screen with interest, arching a jaundiced eyebrow, his composure masking his excitement.
"So this is how you spend your spare time, Barbara!"
"I yes, sir! I'm so ashamed, sir!"
But Albert knew the videotape's scenes of stark degradation, it was one of his favorites.
"Come now, Barbara, surely you don't expect me expect us, Paula and I, to believe that all you did was just watch this tape!"
Barbara was splendidly miserable. She sensed certain punishment in the wings.
Which pleased her.
Too bad that Johnny hadn't ravished her instead of Wendy, thought Barbara.
But Barbara wanted it, so it wouldn't have been a rape, which is why Johnny was uninterested in the fresh-faced, bosomy young maid.
"What else did you do, Barbara."
"As if we couldn't guess ha!" mocked Paula Townsend.
"I I played with myself, sir."
"PLAYED with yourself, Barbara."
"With my pussy, sir!"
"I daresay you did considerably more than that, Barbara! I venture to guess that you masturbated to the accompaniment of this obscene tape, that you were so engrossed in your sordid sexual kicks that you failed to be aware of what was happening in the household around you!"
"Yes, sir, it's true.. . "
Barbara's stinging eyes glimmered with the moisture of first tears. "I was a bad girl, sir!"
"Indeed you were, Barbara! Indeed you were! A VERY bad girl! Especially since you have been specifically forbidden to play with yourself without the express permission either of myself, or Mrs. Townsend!"
Triumph gloated in his voice.
Barbara was thrown into trembling anticipation when Albert announced:
"You WILL be punished, Barbara!"
"Oh, sir.. . " she whimpered.
"You will be punished presently, after Johnny is attended to!"
"Barbara can watch what I do to Johnny," Paula said.
"Whatever you do, let's do it now," Albert said. "If you can bring yourself to leave off fondling Wendy for a few moments.. . "
"I'll stop now," Paula said but she gave the girl's bosom a final, lingering caress before removing her hand.
She pulled up the blanket and sheet, covering Wendy up to her shoulders.
Paula bit her ripe lower lip to combat the hunger rising in her. Such amusements must be postponed for a future date.
A date in the not too distant future.. .
"May I inquire what you have planned for Johnny, my love?" Albert asked.
"You'll see," Paula said. "Let's just say that the punishment will fit the crime! This time, I'm going to break Johnny!"
"Bravo it's long overdue! If you can tame him.. . "
"I will," Paula said.
"By Jove, from the determination in your voice, I believe that you can!"
Paula examined Barbara, who stood cowering against the wall.
"Look at you, Barbara, you're an absolute mess!"
"Yes, ma'am!"
"You're not wearing your maid's cap, your uniform is sloppily fastened and disarrayed, your make-up is a mess and where is your apron?
"Never mind, miss, don't answer! I've no use for alibis, anyway! But don't you ever get the idea that merely because there's a crisis, you can let your personal appearance slip!
Sloppiness is inexcusable!
"When my husband is done with your punishment, Barbara, I've a few punishments of my own for you!"
"Y-yes, ma'am!"
Barbara shivered in an ecstasy of anxiety.. .