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  Drugged into Submission

  Powerone

  ISBN 978161508277

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  Copyright © 2010 Powerone

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  CHAPTER 1

  Opportunity

  The warm weather was already upon the White Mountains in New Hampshire, giving up their snow-capped tips, green starting to overtake the stark naked trees from the winter. Brooke was glad to give up the heavy coats and clothes of winter, already putting her boots away and that of her husband, Keith.

  Mrs. Brooke Tedford, she still couldn't believe it. They had both grown up in Franconia Notch, New Hampshire but never dated, Keith older by four years. When he was eighteen and graduating from high school, she was fourteen, and her body was just budding into womanhood. Their parents would never have stood by and allowed them to date. They waited patiently while Keith received his industrial engineering degree from Boston College and returned to claim his only love. She was waiting for him and only him, eighteen and still a virgin.

  In December of 1952, they were married in a small ceremony at the Lutheran church, both of their parents beaming proudly, their friends congratulating them, most of them already married or soon to be. It's the 1950's and by time a girl graduated from high school, she should be married.

  Keith was lucky to get a job with the local mill in Franconia Notch, the town small and careers limited. It was June when he came home; almost out of breath, he was so excited.

  "Brooke, where are you, Brooke?" He yelled out as soon as he barged through the door.

  She was in the kitchen, finishing dinner for her husband. She peeked out the doorway to see what the commotion was. "What is it?" She never heard him so excited.

  He rushed into the kitchen, grabbing her and planting a big kiss on her unturned face. He pulled back, her blue eyes opened wide in surprise. "We're moving."

  It shocked her and surprised her. They only had a six-month lease, but Keith had been talking about extending it since they couldn't afford a house yet. Maybe next year, he promised her. "Did you find a house?" She didn't know he was still looking.

  "Yes, a lovely two bedroom, with a big kitchen and yard. You're going to love it." He didn't tell her everything yet.

  "Oh, honey, I love you so much." She kissed him, her mind already thinking of the second bedroom. Maybe a nursery. "Can you show it to me tonight?" She couldn't imagine where it was.

  "Not that soon, but in a week." He didn't know how she was going to react when he told her everything.

  "Well, where is it, tell me everything." She grabbed him and took him to the couch. Dinner would be late; she had to find out first.

  He had to tell her. "It's in Manchester."

  "Manchester, New Hampshire?" That was over eighty miles away.

  "Manchester, Connecticut."

  She should have recognized it right away. Cheney Mills corporate offices are in Manchester, Connecticut. She saw the big grin in on his face. "You got a promotion? So soon?"

  "Yes, they are impressed with your husband. More money and a house. A cute little house."

  Brooke was nervous, never away from her parents or her friends. She didn't make new friends easily, a little too shy and unsure of herself. "A week, we're moving in a week?"

  "Or else we have to pay another month's rent here. Smile, it will be exciting."

  "I know, it's just hard for me. At least I will have you."

  "Weeeelll… not for the first two weeks."

  "What do you mean, not for the first two weeks? Where are you going?"

  "I have to go to London to investigate some new methods in manufacturing. Then I'll be home for good." Keith was excited about London, never having travelled outside of New England, never mind the country. "It will be okay. You can get the house ready. I met the Cheney's, and his wife will meet you when you get into town and help you get settled."

  Brooke had never been alone before, but she was a married woman now. She would have to learn. She could do it, though she was nervous at the thought of a new town and new people. She had to support her husband and his new career. That is what a dutiful wife did. She would do whatever was required of her to make sure he was successful. "Of course I will be okay, Keith. Don't worry, I'll miss you, but I will be waiting for you when you come home. Now let's sit down to dinner before it's ruined.

  * * * *

  She could tell by the way he talked and looked at her what he wanted. It wasn't Saturday night, but he was hinting at sex.

  "So do you want to play tonight?" His hand slide around her waist and slipped up to cup her breast.

  "I suppose you deserve a celebration for your new job." She scooted away from him and his roaming hand. If he had his way, he would take her in the middle of the living room with the lights on. Not Brooke. She wanted the safety of her bed in the dark. Keith was the only man she had ever been with, and he taught her everything though she had to stop him many times when he wanted more than she was prepared to give him.

  She was already in bed when he came in. Her husband was handsome, though not the bad boy that some girls married. He didn't have big arms and muscles, but he was gentle with her, backing off when he pushed her too far and she recoiled. He slipped into bed. "Turn off the light." He looked at her, but he did as she asked. He slipped under the blankets, his hands already seeking out her body. She wore a baby doll nightgown, but she knew it wouldn't last long. She felt him push up against her, surprised that his shorts were already gone, and she could feel his prick on her naked thigh. He was hard.

  "I love you so much, Brooke." Their lips touched, kissing her soft lips, his tongue slipping gently into her mouth until he found her tongue. His hands were already slipping under the baby doll pajamas she wore until he found what he was looking for, her naked breasts. She had such perfect breasts, firm, not a bit of sag in them and nipples that responded to his touch even though he suspected she tried to contain her lust. He squeezed one nipple as his leg slid across hers, pushing her thighs until her legs began to spread, and he could press his hard, naked cock against the pair of panties that protected her pussy from him. His hips began to rub his cock on her as soon as he felt her heat. It felt so good.

  His hands and prick were everywhere, Brooke not knowing what to do. She could feel his prick slipping through her pussy lips, the panties the only thing that prevented him from entering her, but he humped her as if he was inside her already. His fingers were pinching her nipple, a strange feeling running through her body every time he did that, but she tried to conceal that, afraid he would use her passion against her. He pulled up her baby doll top until her breasts were naked to his touch, his prick continually humping her. His head slipped beneath the blanket, his mouth finding one of her nipples and sucking it into the hot depths as his tongue teased it erect. Her nightgown was pushed up until her breasts were bared, Brooke pulling the blanket up higher in spite of the air being warm. Her hands held the blanket as Keith had his way with her.

  He wished he could fling the blanket off her and look at her naked body, but Brooke had always been a shy virgin, Keith hoping that she would gradually blossom sexually. Until then, he took what he could from her, lucky to have a wife with such a sexy body. He had seen the way men looked at her, jealous at times, proud at other times.

  Her nipples were responding, feeling the blanket being pried from her fingers as his head slid beneath the blanket, Brooke holding her breath for the first touch of his mouth on her naked breast. It didn't take long, his wet tong ue sliding along her naked bosom, his hands pushing the nightgown hastily out of the way. "AAAAHH," she couldn't help but cry out when she felt his lips encircle her nipple, Brooke, unable to contain her lust any longer as his mouth suctioned on her erect nipple. He drew it into the hot depths of his mouth, his tongue going to work on it, the wet flesh of his tongue slapping back and forth over the nerve-rich tips until she felt the shameful wetness between her legs. A good girl shouldn't grow so aroused. His powerful suction pulled on her nipple until it ached, feeling the stretching.

  Her nipple came alive in his mouth, his hand grasping her naked breast and squeezing the taut flesh until he pushed the blood to the tip. He sucked it deep into his mouth, biting gently on the areola to trap it, her nipple forced to grow elongated by his powerful suction. He thought he felt a stirring in her body, his hips digging his cock harder against her pussy as she squirmed beneath him.

  He worked on one breast, and then moved to the other, a faint hint of his stubble making her breast tender as his face scarped across her breasts. One nipple throbbed from his sucking, the tip wet with his spit, her other breast attacked with equal lust. He was so horny tonight, his prick pushing too hard between her legs, pushing her panties into the soft folds of her sex. She felt some relief when he got off her, but she knew what was next. His hand replaced his prick, his fingers pinching her pussy lips, his other hand grabbing her hand and pushing it down until she felt his naked prick thrust between her fingers. She did her duty, her fingers curled around his prick, the ritual beginning as she began to rub his shaft up and down the way he taught her to please him. Her fingers clenched tighter when it slipped over the head, loosening the tight grip as her fingers curled around the shaft. His hips began to move with her hand.

  "That's so good when you rub my cock, Brooke," he moaned softly when her fingers went to work on his cock. He pinched the lips of her pussy, feeling a faint hint of wetness on her panties. He pushed the panties between her lips, sliding his finger up and down her slit. He couldn't wait any longer, his hand sliding into her panties, his fingers finding her heat as they slid over the fine hairs of her blonde bush and between her lips. He was right, his fingers finding her wetness. Brooke's hand moved quicker on his cock. She always did as she grew aroused, the only time he saw her enthusiastic. Her hips began to grind into the mattress.

  She felt his hand inside her panties, his fingers touching her naked sex. He tugged on her pubic hairs before his fingers slipped between her lips, his leg pushing out on her thigh until she spread her legs like a wanton whore. She continued to stroke his prick as his fingers found her tight hole, one finger pushing in, forcing back the tight muscle as he impaled her on his thick finger.

  He felt her hot, tight insides, his cock needing relief soon. He pulled his finger out, only long enough to push her panties down and slip them off. He spread her legs again, this time two fingers spearing her as he moved deeper inside her, sliding easily on her juices. His head moved down over her breasts and began to kiss her belly. He got as far as her bush, pulling on a few of her hairs before she protested, her hands grabbing his head urgently.

  "NNOOO!" She pulled his head away when his teeth yanked out a few of her pubic hairs painfully. It wasn't the pain that stopped her. He was trying to lick her down there. She never let him do that. It wasn't that she thought she would hate it, more that if she allowed him to orally take her; he would expect the same thing from her. She would never take his prick in her mouth. She could never do such a thing. She pulled his head away until it was outside the blanket again.

  He could smell her, wanting to taste her, but Brooke stopped him before he could get very far. She always did. If only he could eat her once, maybe then she might suck him. He refused to give up, his hands on her head as he tried to push her down onto his cock. "Kiss it."

  He was pushing her down under the blanket, her hand holding his prick away from her mouth. "Fuck me," she begged him. "I want to feel you inside me." She hoped that he would give up on her mouth and put his prick inside her.

  Damn, Keith wanting so bad to have her suck his cock. If only once he could get her to take it inside her mouth. He climbed between her legs, pushing out until they were spread wide, too wide, but he felt the perverse desire to punish her for refusing to suck his cock. "Put my cock in you," he ordered her.

  She could hear it in his voice; he was disappointed, mad at her. She did what she had to do, her hand guiding his prick, rubbing it up and down her slit until it was wet then placing it against her hole. She felt the thick head opening her up as his hips began to drive his prick inside her. He bent her legs back too far, feeling like her crotch was splitting up the middle, but she knew better than to complain. She laid back and let him have his way with her, feeling his thick cock pop inside her. He began to fuck her immediately. His prick began to saw in and out of her pussy, filling her as he always did. His hands went to her breasts, fingers pinching her nipples.

  Once inside her hot, tight pussy all was forgotten, only the pleasure of her pussy muscles rippling up and down his cock mattered. She fucked him good; her tight hole gripping his cock possessively. He tried to hold off as long as he could, but she was too good, his balls needing relief. "Cum with me," he ordered her.

  She faked the orgasm when she felt him cum inside her, his hot cum blasting her insides. He had never made her cum, only her fingers had done that. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him close, her body shaking in a faked orgasm as he flooded her insides with her cum. "Yes, Keith, I love it when you cum in me."

  He rolled off her and was asleep in ten minutes. Brooke went into the bathroom and cleaned up the cum that dripped down her thighs. She got back into bed; Keith turned over, sleeping soundly.

  CHAPTER 2

  The Move

  The week passed so fast. Keith had taken the last couple of days off to help pack, one last night of lovemaking to remind him of her, and then she was dropping him off at the airport. They kissed passionately until he had to board the plane and then Brooke was on the road to Manchester.

  It was almost five when she got to Manchester. It was a nice ride down, but she would be glad to unload the car and lay down in a bed. She pulled in front of the house, but she opened her purse and pulled out the address to check. It had to be wrong. 3825 it said and the number on the house was the same. It couldn't be, a large hole in the roof covered with a bright blue tarp. Shit! Now what was I to do? She looked on the address that Keith had given her; along the bottom was a name and phone number. She started up the car, finding a pay phone at the gas station a couple of blocks away. She couldn't miss the large mansions hidden behind the acres of grass and trees on one side of the street. These must be the Cheney family homes.

  The phone only rang once before the voice came on the line.

  "Cheney residence," a formal voice said loudly.

  "Hannah, please," Brooke asked. Was Hannah one of the Cheney's or just an employee?

  "One moment please." Charles put his hand over the telephone. "For you, Mrs. Cheney," talking to Hannah.

  Brooke heard him.

  "Hello?"

  "Excuse me; I'm not sure if I have the right person. This is Brooke Tedford. My husband and I are to move into 3825 today, but it's not ready. He is on his way to London, and I drove down from New Hampshire. I just saw the house and it has a big hole in the roof." Brooke was nervous as she spilled everything out.

  "Brooke, I've been expecting you. Where are you?"

  "I'm at the Flying A gas Station down the street."

  "Look across the street. See the big iron gates?"

  "Yes." They led up to the long driveway that went to the mansions perched on the hill.

  "Give it a minute, but the gates will open. Drive up to the top and stop in front of the pale yellow house. I will meet you out front."

  "Are you sure?" She wasn't sure what she was doing.

  "Of course, Brooke." Hannah hung up the phone. "Open the gate, Charles, our guest is here. Do you have her room ready?"

  "Yes, ma'am, just as you asked. The one that opens up to the garden." That was the room they used for all the young, female guests. Charles worked for the Cheney's for over twenty years and was the model of discretion. The rich lived in a different world than the common folk. He never tried to judge them or to understand them. His job was only to serve them, and he did that well.

  Hannah saw the old Ford pull up the driveway, a faint trail of black smoke following it. It pulled up, and Hannah caught her first glimpse of the blonde behind the wheel. She was much prettier than the picture that Keith had shown her husband Michael.

  She wasn't what she expected. Hannah looked about mid-thirties and was dressed so eloquently, even for the middle of the day. Her dress fit her like a glove, molding over her firm breasts and outlining her hourglass figure and full hips. Her legs were encased in silk stockings, long, shapely legs perched on high heels. Brooke felt like a slob when she got out of the car, her slacks wrinkled from the long drive, looking short in her flats. Not a good first impression to the boss's wife. "I'm sorry to disturb you, but your number was the only one I had."

  Beneath the dumpy clothes, she had a nice figure. Her long, silky honey blonde hair hung down below her shoulders, a pert little nose, smooth complexion, but it was her soft round mouth that was her most prominent feature. She had full lips that were painted a light pink and those blue eyes that looked so innocent. Stephen would love that. As far as Hannah could tell, she had full, firm breasts that jutted out with feminine allure and the tight roundness of her buttocks were displayed even beneath the baggy pants she wore. Hannah had planned this for over two weeks. With Keith in London for two weeks, Hannah would have more than enough time for the complete subjugation of the sweet girl. Stephen couldn't wait to get his cock into the young girl. "I'm sorry about the house. I expected it to be ready in time, but a freak accident sent a large branch through the roof yesterday. It was too late to call you. "I'm afraid it will be a week or two until it is ready." Of course, that was a lie, but by the look in Brooke's eyes, she believed it.