Drugged Into Submission Page 3

  "Will you pick something out for me? You have such good taste."

  Hannah wasted no time. She started with the dresses, knowing exactly what size she wore. Next were the skirts, Stephen loved his girls with skirts that hugged their buttocks. The blouses were silk, all button down to reveal as much as he wanted to see. For Brooke, she found some sweaters. Tight, so they would cling to her firm, pointed tits. The last was the lingerie, Stephen's favorite. From silk bras, to panties and garter belts and least of all, the finest silk stocking that were ever made. The only thing not silk were the high heels, four-inch heels with straps that would encase her ankles in tight bondage. She piled them in Brooke's arms, a big smile on her face as she saw the clothes.

  "Let's go to your room so you can try some on." They passed by the kitchen. "Send up some drinks, Charles," the girls passing by quickly. By the time they had spread the clothes out on the bed, Charles was knocking on the door with the drinks. He sat them down on the table, two glasses and a small crystal decanter of sherry.

  Brooke poured the two glasses of sherry, but when she wasn't looking, Hannah poured the white liquid in Brooke's glass quickly from the small bottle that she palmed in her hand.

  "I don't know how to thank you enough, Hannah. Everything is so beautiful. I can't wait to wear them." She took a sip of the sherry, the warmth enveloping her throat and her belly with a glow that raced through her body.

  "Relax for a moment then you can try them on. It's Stephen you have to thank."

  They drank two glasses of sherry, each one filled with the magic elixir from Hannah's pocket. If only Brooke knew what was coursing through her veins since the orange juice this morning and now the sherry. It was a special potion that Michael had bought on his visit to Mexico a year ago. It was cantharides or commonly called Spanish Fly. It was used in animal husbandry, but Michael found it to be very stimulating when used on their female guests. That and some narcotics made the girls pliable to anything they did to them.

  Brooke felt like throwing off her clothes, her body so heated, especially between her legs. "I feel strange," she finally admitted.

  "It must be too much sherry. It'll put you to sleep. I know you don't want to disappoint Stephen when he sees you dressed in his clothes. He is so proud of his silk and how it entices the female body such as yours."

  "No, he has been so nice to me. It's just my body is so relaxed, yet I'm not sleepy. It's like I can't move a muscle." It felt strange, but good.

  Hannah opened her purse and took out a silver container, almost like a cigarette case.

  "That's so beautiful," Brooke seeing the shiny, silver case.

  Hannah opened it and took out a small crystal vial, a silver spoon, a glass mirror and a silver straw about three inches long. She put them on the table. "Kneel over here on the floor."

  It took Brooke a moment to get up, but she never asked why or what. She kneeled down next to the table, as Hannah unscrewed the vial. She used the spoon to put the white powder onto the small glass mirror. It was as if everything was for a doll, so small and delicate. Hannah took out a silver razor blade. This scared her, the edge sharp and glistening. "What's that for?"

  "Just to break up the lumps." She used the blade to chop up the lumps of white powder then spread them out into four lines, each about two inches long. She put the razor back in the case, Brooke worrying too much about it.

  Brooke had never seen anything like it.

  "Watch what I do." Hannah took the straw and placed it in one of her nostrils. She used her finger to close her other nostril, then bent down, sticking the end of the straw at the start of the first line. She ran the straw along the line as she inhaled deeply through her open nostril.

  Brooke couldn't believe it. Hannah sucked up all the white powder through the straw and into her nose. She threw her head back when she got to the end of the line, taking the straw out of her nose, but she sucked in deeply through her nostrils. Her eyes began to water and then they got a strange look, almost as if her eyeballs were floating around in her eye sockets.

  "God, is that good," the rush hitting her brain instantly. "Your turn, Brooke."

  "Are you sure it's okay?"

  "Of course, Michael and Stephen do this, too. Tonight after dinner, I will bring it out. You don't want to feel left out, do you? You would disappoint Stephen." Brooke was afraid of disappointing them, and Hannah played her on insecurity.

  Brooke wasn't sure what it was, but she was too afraid to ask and too insecure to deny them, trying so hard to fit in. And she had a bed filled with clothes to wear. Tonight she would look good. As good as Hannah.

  It took a moment to figure out exactly what to do, but she did it quickly, feeling the blast as it shot to her brain. Her eyes watered and her head began to swim in confusion, but by the time she put the silver straw down, her mind was so clear and alert. It was as though everything around her came into focus for the first time. Every sense, from smell to touch, was more acute. The heat that she felt in her body moved. Her nipples swelled up as if they were touched by a man, a tingling between her legs as if her fingers were gently masturbating herself in the safety of her own bed.

  Brooke was beginning to feel it. "Let's try on some clothes." Hannah grabbed a pair of panties, a bra, garter belt and a pair of silk stockings along with the four-inch heels. She looked through the pile of clothes until she found the silk robe. "In the closet where you can be comfortable putting these on."

  Brooke was nervous and excited. She was going to try on the clothes, almost able to feel the soft silk against her skin. She wished Hannah wasn't here. She never undressed in front of man or a woman. She walked into the closet, the large upholstered chair sitting in the center of the room so prominently.

  "I want to see these on you. Take off your clothes." Then Hannah noticed it. Brooke was blushing. She was bashful, even in front of her.

  "I don't think I can with you here." Brooke was afraid of saying it, but she couldn't take off her clothes that easily.

  "How about if both of us are naked? It is warm in here; it will make you feel better, and then you can feel how soft the silk feels on your skin."

  Brooke nodded, her head feeling like it was exploding. Brooke watched as Hannah took off her clothes. Not the least bit shy, Brooke wished she could be like that. Her blouse came off, the silky bra looking like a fine dress. The skirt was next, Hannah standing so sexy in bra, panties, garter belt and silk stockings on her long legs.

  The bra was next, Hannah slipping it off, her breasts bared, her nipples quivering in excitement from the cocaine. It always made her feel so sexy. She unsnapped her stockings just long enough to slip the panties down, her neatly trimmed bush sprinkled with drops of her excitement. She stood naked in front of Brooke. "Your turn."

  Brooke stood there and took off her clothes, her eyes closed tightly as if it wasn't happening if she couldn't see it. The blouse came off quickly, the skirt falling at her feet. She reached back, arching her back as she slid the bra off her arms and let it fall at her feet. She slipped her fingers into the waistband of her panties and let them slide to her ankles. She kicked them off, standing their in her shoes, naked and trembling.

  "Open your eyes, Brooke. You have such a beautiful body. Your husband must enjoy making love to you."

  She opened her eyes, both of them standing naked in the center of the closet, an awkward moment for Brooke. She was glad when Hannah told her to sit in the chair. She sat down.

  "Take off your shoes, Brooke." She took them off awkwardly, her legs spreading and then snapping shut but not before the eyes in the wall across from the chair saw all of her treasures exposed so lewdly. "Put on the garter belt and then the silk stockings."

  Brooke did as she was told without question. She slipped the garter belt around her waist, bringing the front in line with the center of her legs, the straps hanging down. She sat in the chair as Hannah handed her the stockings. She never felt anything so smooth and soft. She wanted to rub them up and down her pussy lips.

  He watched with fascination as Brooke lifted one leg up high, her legs parted lewdly, her pussy lips pulled back until the pink inner lips were revealed all the way from the top of her slit down to the dark, mysterious hole that beckoned him inside. She was having a hard time with the stockings, her leg lifted up so high that he could see between her spread cheeks and the tiny virgin ass hole peeked out obscenely. He thought he saw it pucker open and close as she finally pulled one nylon up and snapped it to the garter belt. He was rewarded with a fresh glimpse as she struggled with the other one, his hand stroking his cock as he saw her spread intimately before him so innocently.

  Brooke finally stood up, naked except for silk stockings and garter belt, but the feel of the silk stockings almost made her cum when she put them on. She could imagine Keith standing in front of her as she put them on, her legs spread wantonly as he watched her. She would never do such a thing, but her mind was filled with such obscene thoughts.

  "Put on the bra and panties." Hannah watched as she covered up her naked body, not even commenting that she had to open her garter belt to put on the panties. It took her only a couple of minutes until she had them on, Hannah doing a good job of picking the right size. One size smaller than she wore. The bra clung to her breasts like a second skin, hard nipples unmistakable beneath the thin silk. The panties molded across her sex, outlining her pronounced pussy lips and the bulge of her bush. She looked behind, her buttocks molded by the panties, the deep divide so sexy.

  Brooke felt the silk caressing her skin. "I have to thank Stephen for these. I never felt anything so soft against my skin."

  "Put these on and the robe." She handed her the four-inch heels, watching as she strapped them onto her ankles. She'll get used to her ankles being bound soon enough.

  She stood up, the robe covering up her lingerie, almost disappointed that no one would see it. It took a moment to get used to the heels, so high and the straps felt confining around her ankles. Brooke noticed that Hannah had dressed quickly.

  "Let's go, Brooke." Hannah grabbed her hand.

  "Where?" Brooke was confused.

  "You said that you wanted to thank Stephen. He's in his office. He will be surprised to see you. You'd like to do that, wouldn't you, Brooke? See the look of surprise on his face?"

  "Yes, he has been so nice to me. But I'm not dressed."

  "You look very respectable. You have a robe on." She opened the door and they were walking down the hallway before Brooke could even protest, which she didn't.

  They didn't see anyone as they walked to the large double doors of Stephen's office. She couldn't wait to see the look on his face.

  Stephen looked up as they walked in, seeing Brooke in the silk robe. He could make out every delicious curve beneath it, his cock rearing up in passion as she stood in front of the desk. He stood up as he waited for her to say something.

  She felt so sexy, standing in front of him in her robe, the silk garments caressing her flesh beneath it. Her pussy was wet, her nipples throbbing as if she was fast approaching an orgasm. "I want to thank you for the clothes. They are so sensual. I never felt anything like it."

  "Your very welcome, Brooke. I like a girl that is appreciative." He looked at her. "I do love to see my silk. Take off your robe and let me see how they fit you." He saw the hesitation in her eyes. "You are appreciative, aren't you, Brooke?"

  She didn't know why she did it, but she did. Her fingers went nervously to the buttons of the robe, opening them one at a time as Stephen's eyes followed them. When she reached the last button, she pulled it off her shoulders and let is slip to the floor. She stood before a man other then her husband for the first time in her lingerie. She felt a wickedness in her body as Stephen looked at her, his eyes piercing her body with his stare.

  He walked around her, looking at every curve and crease in her body, Hannah doing a good job at putting a size too small on her body. "You have a lovely body, Brooke." One hand went to her waist, Brooke jumping at first contact, but he didn't move his hand, leaving it on her hot, trembling flesh until she got used to his touch. "Good girl," he encouraged her, Brooke finally letting out the air that she sucked in her lungs the first time his hand touched her naked skin.

  He was touching her, her body rigid in fear. He didn't move his hand, just touching her waist, her naked waist. She could barely breathe. His hand moved down over her hip, Brooke frozen to the spot. The hand slid back, feeling it sliding over her buttock, his fingers gripping her flesh as her buttocks clenched uncontrollably.

  "Yes, I love to feel the softness of my silk beneath my fingers." He tightened his grip on the firm flesh of her buttock, feeling her muscles quivering beneath his hand. He released one cheek, but his hand slid over the deep divide of her crack and grabbed the other cheek with equal vigor. He released her cheek, turning her around until she was facing him. "Your body does my silk justice, Brooke." He looked into her eyes, seeing her staring off into space. His hand crept up her naked belly, but she didn't move a muscle, even when his hand cupped one of her firm, young breasts and squeezed it beneath the thin bra. He felt the hard nipple, wishing he had time to provoke it further, but he wanted her to get used to a man touching her so intimately first. He teased both of her breasts and nipples with his fingers, Brooke trembling before him. "Such lovely panties, Brooke," he said to her face, her blue eyes opening wide as his hand slid down her belly and over her mound until he cupped her full lips in his fingers. He squeezed them together, one finger in between them. Brooke moaned softly, feeling the wetness on his fingers. He released her pussy, stepping back so he could admire her sexy body.

  She couldn't believe she was letting a man touch her body so intimately, especially a man as old as Stephen. But his hand didn't feel old, just exciting. He touched her everywhere as if he owned her. She almost came when he touched her sex, a thick finger worming between her lips. She almost wanted to hump him until she came. She 6felt bad when he his hands were removed. He stepped back, his eyes drinking in her half-naked body. He sat in the chair next to her, turning her toward him. He reached down and lifted up one leg by her ankle until her foot was between his legs.

  Her leg was up high, sitting on the seat of the chair. He pushed out on one thigh until her leg bowed open, his hand sliding softly over the silk stocking until they found the soft, naked flesh of her inner thigh. He rubbed her thigh all the way to her crotch but didn't stop there, his finger running along the edge of her panties as her pussy gushed her excitement. She wished he would push his fingers inside her panties and touch her naked sex, but he put her foot back on the floor, standing up in front of her. "Your welcome, Brooke. I always love a girl to look good in my silk. And feel as you do it. I will see you both at dinner." He went back to his work, as Brooke finally put her robe back on, and they both left the room.

  Hannah went back to the room to get her cocaine and kit. "See you at dinner. I think Stephen likes you. Now we just have to please Michael, too."

  CHAPTER 4

  Defiled in Her Sleep

  Brooke never felt as sexy as she did when she walked down the stairs, the four-inch heels clicking loudly on the floor, feeling the strap around her ankle holding them secure. The black dress shimmered as she walked; the silk bra and panties underneath feeling almost invisible. Her thighs swished as the silk stocking rubbed together as she walked. She wished she had more time before dinner, a strange desire to masturbate, but she dared not be late. Her body still felt strange, but it was a good strange, the sexual excitement racing through every pore in her body.

  She walked into the living room, smiling as she waited for everyone to praise her new look, but only Charles said anything to her, the others not even looking up from their conversation.

  "Can I get you a drink, Brooke? Dinner is about to be served."

  "Yes, that would be nice," but she did even specify what she wanted before Charles walked off.

  Stephen looked at his watch. "Dinner time." He looked up to see Brooke standing there. He smiled at her, but his eyes were drawn back to Hannah, her body clad in a shimmering silver dress, the front of the dress dipping down almost to her belly button, her luscious breasts unencumbered and almost revealed. The skirt was short, barely covering the top of her stockings, the garter belt teasing Stephen when she uncrossed her legs.

  They all said good evening to her as they passed her by, but they were too engrossed with each other to notice Brooke more than with a passing glance. Her confidence slipped quickly away as they walked into the dining room.

  Brooke sat across from Michael and Hannah as Charles brought her drink. Her lips were dry, drinking half of it, feeling the liquid slide into her stomach, her body heating up instantly. It gave her a glow that she couldn't explain or wanted to. She clenched her thighs together, wishing that she could masturbate and scratch the itch between her legs. She drank the rest of the drink, Charles ready with a new one as soon as she put it down.

  Dinner was brought in by Charles, Brooke finding her hunger was not for food but something else. She picked at the food as not to insult her hosts.

  "You look much nicer tonight, Brooke," Stephen finally addressing her.

  "Thank you," but it wasn't much of a compliment.

  "I will help her tomorrow," Hannah volunteered.

  "Yes, that would be good. We must make Keith proud of his wife." Michael looked at Brooke and then back to his wife.

  Politics was the dinner topic, Brooke clueless, merely nodding her head in agreement when someone asked her. Dinner was so long, Brooke finishing three drinks by the time it was done.

  "Shall we adjourn to the living room," Stephen already up, pulling out Hannah's chair so he could admire her long, naked legs as she slid out of the chair.

  Brooke was left to fend for herself, sheepishly following them into the living room. Charles brought cognac for everyone, one in particular for Brooke. He left the decanter on the table. "I won't disturb you further tonight, sir." He left the room, turning down the lights and closing the door behind him.