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  "If you can give me the name of a nice motel around here, not too expensive, I can go there." Brooke tried to figure out how she would be able to afford two weeks in a motel. She had some money but not that much.

  "I will not think of such a thing. You will stay here until the house is ready. After all, you are the wife of one of our most promising employees. Stephen insisted on it."

  "I couldn't inconvenience you that much." She wouldn't know how to act with these people.

  "I won't take no for an answer." Charles opened the door behind her. She turned to him. "Take her belongings in. Her clothes to her room, the rest we can store in the garage. We can't leave them in the car all day. Come with me, Brooke, I will show you around. Charles can help you if you need anything; he takes care of the household."

  Another man came from the side of the house. He was gorgeous in a sinful way. His arms were huge and muscular, as was his chest, the shirt barely buttoned as they strained over her muscular abs. He wore a pair of jeans that were plastered to his thick legs, Brooke blushing when he saw her staring at the bulge in his pants. His prick couldn't be that big.

  "Gino, would you help Charles?" She turned to Brooke. "Gino takes care of our grounds. He's been with us for years. If you find flowers in your room, they are from Gino. His hands have a way of working magic. He has a bungalow on the back side of the house so you will see him often." He has a cock that will make you scream with pleasure, Brooke, but you will soon learn that for yourself, Hannah thought evilly to herself.

  They walked into the house, if you could call it that. It was a mansion. A massive marble stairway swirled up to the second floor, ornate iron handrails seemed to twist to the top. To the left was a formal living room, big enough to hold fifty people and probably seat them all comfortably. Brooke never saw such beautiful furniture.

  "Stephen told me he wanted to meet you as soon as you arrived." Hannah's heels clicked on the floors as they walked down the hallway.

  "I thought Keith said your husbands name is Michael?" Brooke wished Keith had told her more about them.

  "Yes, it is. Stephen is his father, the patriarch of the Cheney family. He is Keith's boss. He is Chairman of the Board."

  Therefore, Hannah married into the family. Keith said that Michael was mid-forties, so he married a young wife. Brooke felt envious of Hannah. She was obviously very intelligent and sophisticated. Brooke could learn a lot from her.

  "In here," Hannah opening up one of the two massive wood doors, stepping back so Brooke could see inside.

  The room was massive, two walls with floor-to-ceiling bookcases, the smell of leather books and polished wood giving it the scent of maleness. A large fireplace filled the center of the other wall and in the center of the room was a large, wooden desk with a leather chair behind it.

  A tall man was already out of the chair and walking toward them. He was older, at least 60's or 70's to have fathered Michael but he was handsome and fit, his body moving like a young man, sliding across the floor gracefully. His dark eyes reflected his virility, looking at Brooke as a young man her age would look at her.

  "Hannah, always so beautiful. Mrs. Tedford. So nice to meet you. You are such a ravishing young girl." He took her hand and kissed it, looking up at the young girl, his cock stirring at the thought of her standing naked before him.

  Brooke found herself blushing as his hand held her so firmly. It wasn't what she expected of a man his age. "TTThank you, Stephen, Mr. Cheney," she changed.

  "Stephen is good. May I call you Brooke?" He finally released her hand. "Have a seat for a moment. Can I get you a brandy? It will take a while until Charles gets your belongings to your room."

  "Please, call me Brooke. I don't know how to thank you enough. Yes, a brandy would be nice." Brooke never had a brandy before, but she wasn't going to show them how naïve she was. She wanted so much to fit in.

  Stephen watched as the two of them sat down in front of his desk, but his eyes were on Hannah as she sat down. She sat down slowly, her legs spreading slightly for him to see up under her short skirt for just a moment before she crossed those lovely shapely legs. He would have to make sure that Brooke was dressed appropriately for her visit. After all, they still were the largest silk manufacturer and only the finest clothes and lingerie were silk. He would soon have the young girl's body proudly display his clothes. He poured three brandies, handing them to the women, his thigh rubbing against Hannah as he passed her. "Cheers. A house is only made brighter by lovely women." He took a sip but his eyes never left Brooke as she took a sip of the brandy, her lips curling around the glass.

  The brandy warmed her throat as it slid down smoothly. She had never tasted anything so nice before. Stephen chatted with the both of them, a second glass of brandy following. Brooke began to feel more comfortable, the brandy making her warm and relaxed.

  The door opened, and Charles announced that Brooke's room was ready. "Dinner is at eight, so that should give you time to freshen up. And change." Stephen watched as they got up, the two women moving to the door but not before Stephen's hand roamed casually across the plump buttocks of Hannah. She didn't even turn around. He sat back in his chair, his hard cock jutting out the front of his pants. Soon it would be taken care of. Hannah had promised him.

  There must be twenty rooms as they went back down the hallway and up the stairs. They went all the way to the end. "Should I dress for dinner?" Brooke wanted to please Stephen. He was such a gracious host; that is the least she could do.

  "Yes, it is appropriate to dress for dinner," Hannah saying it as there was no other way it should be.

  Brooke's room was enormous, bigger then their apartment. She looked out the French doors, surprised to see a broad expanse of trees and lawn. "I thought we are on the second floor?"

  "Yes, the house was built that way so the bedrooms on the second floor would have very private patios. It's the backside of the house so you will never been invaded by anyone snooping in your doors or windows. I will leave you to get ready for dinner. Be prompt."

  The bedroom had a double bed with a canopy. When she looked up, she saw that the ceiling of the canopy was covered in mirrors. She looked around the room, more than a normal amount of mirrors on the walls. It had a large private bath with a large clawfoot tub that looked so inviting.

  Brooke found her clothes, four boxes and a suitcase piled next to a dresser. She took time to put them away, disappointed when she saw what she had to wear. She finally grabbed her only nice dress after seeing the time and filled the bathtub with hot water.

  Eyes watched Brooke as she slowly undressed, first the blouse on the floor, followed by her slacks sliding down her legs, a gorgeous round ass pushed toward him as she bent over so suggestively to pull them off her ankles. She stood up in her bra and panties, cheap cotton garment that didn't do justice to her lovely tits that were revealed to his leering eyes. They were full round spheres of flesh; dark brown areolas encircled thick nipples that were already hard. He broke out into a sweat when she pulled her panties off, her naked ass revealed until she turned around, sucking in his breath as he saw the fine, blonde bush that couldn't hide the full lips of her sex. He was disappointed when she slipped into the water, but he watched her until she got out, leaving her as she toweled her naked body.

  The towels were so soft, caressing her body until she felt her nipples harden. She put on her bra and panties then slipped the brown dress on. She straightened it out, but it didn't help. She put on a pair of heels, two-inch heels, the only ones that went with the dress. She thought of some jewelry, but they would look cheap and gaudy compared to what Hannah would be wearing. She took a deep breath as she closed the door behind her, walking down the vacant hallway and down the stairs until she could hear voices.

  Brooke was impressed by the dinner. The dining room had a table that seated twenty, though there was only Stephen at the head of the table, dressed immaculately in a blue suit with a white shirt and red-and-blue stripped tie. Brooke was introduced to Michael, his eyes staring at her with the same intensity as Stephen did. He was just as handsome and demanding as his father. Hannah sat next to him, dressed in a pure white dress that clung to every curve in her body, a diamond necklace around her neck and the two biggest diamond earrings that she ever saw. Her makeup was flawless, her skin almost perfect. Michael and Stephen both stood up when Brooke entered, not sitting down until she did. She looked at the table, fine silver, bone china and a centerpiece of fresh flowers courtesy of Gino.

  She never tasted food so sumptuous. New England clam chowder made with real crème and large clams. The salad had fresh greens that Brooke didn't even know their names. Dinner was a fish that was broiled with fresh vegetable sautéed in butter. Charles brought food in and took dirty dishes out, even the silverware changed with every course. He did it without as much as disturbing the conversation. Yet Brooke never felt so out of place. The others talked, the conversation going back and forth with witty comebacks, Brooke nodding her head or smiling when she was spoken to but not adding a thing to the conversation. Her dress embarrassed her compared to the others. It was formal but not sophisticated and stylish. She never expected to be in such a formal setting so early in her married life. She was unprepared for it, and now she had to deal with it alone. She felt like she was a young girl going to her first dance.

  "Would you like coffee in the study, sir?" They had finished eating, Charles already clearing off the table.

  Brooke was already a bit giddy from three glasses of wine with dinner, but the coffee was laced with something that heated her stomach. They talked some more, but after the long drive, Brooke was fading fast.

  "I think we should let Brooke get some sleep." Stephen noticed her eyes closing. This wasn't the way he wanted he
r. He wanted her drugged, not sleepy. There would be time tomorrow to begin. Tonight she would sleep alone.

  "Yes, it's been a long day." She got up, Michael and Stephen rising.

  "Good night, Brooke," Stephen kissed her hand, his mouth lingering a little too long on her soft, supple flesh.

  CHAPTER 3

  Transformed

  Eyes watched Brooke as she slipped out of her clothes and put on her baby doll pajama's.

  She wanted to close the drapes on the French doors, but there were none. There was only blackness outside. They said it was private, so she turned off the lights and slipped into bed. The bed was luxurious, the sheets silk, the mattress feeling like feathers. She fell asleep almost instantly and didn't wake up until the sun shone through the French doors.

  It was a beautiful day and Brooke felt refreshed. She got out of bed and walked to the doors, seeing Gino working out back, hiding behind the side so he wouldn't see her in her nightgown. She peeked around the corner so she could see him. He was planting some bushes. His shirt was off and his chest and arms were covered in a satin sheen of sweat. His muscles rippled with every movement, Brooke looking at his large hands, imagining how they would feel if they were touching her. She was mesmerized by the way, he moved, his body so fluid. He was large, much bigger than Keith. The bulge in his pants was still pronounced. If he were that big normally, she couldn't believe how big he would be if he were erect. How could a girl take such a monster inside her? She finally pulled herself away from him, looking at her watch, shamed that she had watched him for thirty minutes. She couldn't understand her fascination with him. He was not the type of man that she was drawn to.

  She grabbed some clothes, a blouse and skirt and went into the shower. She took a hot bath, finding some bath crystals that made her skin feel so silky. She got out of the tub and put on her makeup. When she was finished, she walked back into the bedroom, startled to see Gino standing there in the middle of the room. "What are you doing here?" Did he watch me in the bathroom when I was naked?

  Gino walked over to her, his eyes gliding up and down her body. In his hand, he held one long stem red rose from the garden. He turned to the table near the bed, pointing to the vase filled with over a dozen red roses. "My job is to make the house as beautiful as the women in it." He walked over to her, seeing her back up for a moment.

  He spoke with an Italian accent though she understood what he had said. Hannah mentioned that he took care of the grounds and the flowers in the house. He walked over to her, a rose in his hand, but all she could see was the bulge in his pants. It was bigger, much bigger. He scared her, yet at the same time, he excited her. She had never been this close to a man that looked so sexually dangerous. "Tttthank you," she stammered in nervous fear. He didn't have his shirt on and every muscle in his body vibrated as he stood close to her.

  "This rose is as beautiful as you are, but you must be careful, it hides the pain as well as the pleasure of its smell and sight." His hand lowered, taking the stem of the rose and sliding it up between her legs. She jumped when the stem touched the soft flesh of her inner thigh, Gino twisting it until he saw her jerk in pain when a thorn found her delicate flesh. "Don't move away," he warned her, staring into her eyes.

  She felt it between her legs, not by accident; he had done it on purpose. It wasn't soft like the petals, the stem was laced with sharp thorns and Gino twisted the stem until she felt one thorn puncture her skin. He warned her from moving away, Brooke taking it seriously, his large body easily overshadowing her. She did the only thing she could do to escape the thorn. She spread her legs wider apart.

  He was ready for her. When she spread her legs, he slid the rose stem up higher; her skirt pulling up until the stem was between her legs. "Do you like that, Brooke?" He rode the stem up and down, his mind imaging what was hidden beneath her skirt, the stem slipping between the full lips of her pussy.

  "Please, don't. If you leave, I won't tell anyone." She could feel the thorns snagging on her panties. They were so close to tearing her most intimate flesh.

  "And I will tell them how you watched me for a half an hour this morning." He smirked at her.

  She already felt uncomfortable enough with the Cheneys, now they would think she was just some cheap girl that ogled the gardener. Would they change their mind about Keith after finding out his wife was a slut?

  "How would you like the rose stem between your naked lips while you walked? Or between your buttocks, the slightest movement making the thorns pierce your flesh. I think you would be dripping wet." He pulled back the rose from between her legs, but not until the thorns tore her panties. He was out the door before she could say a word.

  She stood there shivering, not sure if it was fear or excitement. No one had ever treated her that way before. She felt a perverse excitement in the way he treated her. It was as though she was only there to serve him sexually. It took her fifteen minutes before she could calm her nerves to go downstairs. She looked at her watch, ten o'clock.

  "Good morning," Hannah smiled up from her cup of coffee. "From the time, I suspect you slept well." Hannah looked at her, dressed in a blouse and frumpy skirt that must have cost her ten dollars each.

  "Can I get you something, Brooke?" Charles appeared out of nowhere.

  "A cup of coffee and some toast, please. My stomach is still filled from last night." She sat down, Charles already back with the coffee. The toast followed in minutes.

  "Yes, I never slept so well. It must have been the good food and company last night." Brooke became more comfortable with Hannah without the men around. Even at ten A.M., Hannah was dressed impeccably. That made Brooke envious.

  "The men are out for a while, but they will be back early this afternoon. Dinner will be at seven tonight. I'll show you around after you have your coffee. Charles, bring Brooke some juice."

  She didn't really want the juice, but she was afraid of disappointing her hostess. She sipped it, thinking it was orange juices, but it had a different taste, maybe tangerine. It tasted good, drinking two glasses by the time she had her two cups of coffee.

  Brooke couldn't believe how big the house was. It must have thirty rooms in it. It was old, built over fifty years ago with handcrafted workmanship. She saw Gino, and he grinned at her.

  "I think Gino has taken a liking to you." Hannah thought Gino was impatient; he would soon have the girl. She didn't know what he had done to her, but you could see a bit of excitement and fear in Brooke's eyes when he stared at her. He had that effect on women.

  "He gave me lovely red roses for my room this morning," Brooke trying to make it sound more innocent.

  "Yes, he has a way of working magic with his hands." And his cock, she thought pleasantly.

  Brooke felt a bit flushed. Not just from seeing Gino. It was a heat that ran through her skin. It settled into her stomach with a warm glow. Her head was a bit dizzy, but she thought that was from too much alcohol last night. She was enjoying the time with Hannah and didn't want to spoil it.

  When they went back to the living room, Stephen was just entering the house. He looked at the both of them.

  "Why don't you get some clothes for Brooke from the sample room, Hannah?" He would fuck her looking like this, but he preferred the sexier look.

  "No, I couldn't accept that, Stephen."

  "Nonsense, Brooke. We are the largest manufacturer of silk in the world. I would be remiss if I didn't clad every lovely female in this house in our product. With a body as yours, you will wear them deliciously." His cock thickened.

  It was almost as if he was flirting with her, and she was enjoying it. It had been a long time since a man had paid so much attention to her. It didn't matter his age, he was intelligent, and he was still in good shape for his age. It wasn't as if she was going to bed with him. "Thank you." She was excited as they went down the hallway to the sample room. It was like a giant closet, filled from wall to wall with all sorts of clothes, all made of silk.