by Powerone
She felt like an intruder as she emptied out one drawer to put her lingerie in, but she was ashamed that Sabrina’s lingerie was much nicer and sexier. Unfortunately, it wasn’t her size. She put them into a corner of the closet until she found bags she could fill to give them to charity. She pushed some of the clothes to the side so she had a corner of the closet. Like the lingerie, Sabrina’s clothes were expensive and stylish. Maybe styles stayed longer than she expected and Sabrina had them for years.
She began to explore the room. First, she went to the pictures on the dresser. There weren’t a lot of them, but they were all the same person. It had to be Sabrina, but there was nothing recent. The latest looked as though she was late forties. She was a striking woman, well dressed and a lovely body for her age. She bore a resemblance to her mother or vice versa. It was the last picture that caught her eye. There were two women in the picture, and Justine recognized the other one immediately. It was her mother with Sabrina and must’ve been before they parted company. They had to be about twenty-five, before her mother married her father. Justine could tell by the clothing. Back then, bras were pointed, and the two of them wore tight sweaters with big pointed tits. They dressed very sexily for that time period. They had this look on their faces of a happier time. Justine hoped she could find more pictures of her mother and the both of them together.
Then, it dawned on her. They looked like as though they were both the same age. How could that be, if Sabrina was her mother’s aunt? The lawyer never said that she wasn’t her great aunt, but then again, he never said she was. From what she saw just in the last few minutes, the clothes were for someone much younger, not someone in their sixties or seventies. Did my mother hide more than I thought from me? Could Sabrina be my mother’s sister? There was too much her mother never told her, but Justine was determined to find everything out. She had a free rein of the house, after all; it was hers now. The secret had to be buried here somewhere, and she had at least thirty days to find out what it was.
It also gave Justine more of a sense belonging there now. It was her aunt’s house, and that is why she left it to Justine. She must have planned this a long time before, so maybe she left other clues as to what happened between them. That is why there was the stipulation of secrecy for thirty days. It was to give her the time to find out what the reasons were. She would have to sort it out before she confronted her mother with the truth. Is that why she didn’t want me to come?
She changed her clothes into jeans and pullover. She went to the kitchen and was glad of the attorney’s thoughtfulness in stocking the kitchen. He did an excellent job. She made a sandwich and had a beer with it. She’d have to start exercising or she’d lose her figure real fast living there. With her stomach filled, she began to explore the rest of the house.
There were four more bedrooms upstairs along with a large linen closet. She got fresh sheets for her bed just to be sure that it had been made before. The house looked like it had been cleaned recently, not a drop of dust anywhere. Each bedroom had its own bathroom. They were all decorated differently but all with the same stylish flair.
Downstairs had the large living room that took up half the lower level, along with the kitchen and a large dining room. The dining room table was big enough for ten people to sit comfortably. There was a great room with a large rock fireplace that would be nice during the winter when it got cold. There was a small bedroom on the first floor, as if it was once a servants quarter. The final room was what she was searching for. It was an office, although it wasn’t a manly office or study. It had a small desk that looked as though it was an antique. There was a large bookcase on one side of the room. There was a chest of drawers. Justine sat at the desk and looked around. She felt guilty as though she was snooping, but she went through the desk drawers one by one. Most of it was business, bills, statements, tax returns, all what one might have, nothing that would reveal the real Sabrina. She didn’t know what she hoped to find, a diary maybe would be nice.
The desk yielded nothing intimate or personal, so her attention went to the dresser. It was more of the same, although there was some personal correspondence, none of it was to anyone that Justine knew, so she didn’t read it. It was too intrusive to do that. Justine wanted to find out about Sabrina’s relationship with her mother.
She spent the afternoon in the office with few results. She went to the kitchen and made herself a light dinner. The long day, excitement and plane trip started to catch up to her. She filled the soaking tub with water and bath salts and settled into a leisurely bath. She spent an hour in there before she dried off and put on her pajamas. They weren’t very sexy, but they were comfortable.
She did one last search before bed. She went through the four-drawer chest. It was the bottom drawer that she found it. It was an envelope, sealed, but it was thick. She knew that it felt like pictures. Why would they be hidden and sealed in an envelope in such an unlikely place? She didn’t rip the envelope open. She took it to the bed and lay down. She liked the suspense. She didn’t know what she’d find.
She opened the envelope, and there had to be twenty pictures, all face down. They were small, three inches by two. The first picture was Sabrina, about the same age as she was in the picture of her and her mother. She was outside, sitting on a wall, but the wall was covered with a blanket. Her arms were behind her. She had on a tie top that covered her breasts, but her stomach was naked. She wore matching shorts. Her feet were naked. The pictures were black and white, but it was more brown and yellow from age. She had a flower in her hair. That wasn’t odd, but there was a man behind her dressed in all black. He had a stocking cap over his head with holes for his eyes, nose and mouth. Sabrina didn’t smile or pose. There was a look of fear on her face.
The next picture showed the man with his hands behind her back. The following picture had her top untied and the man pulled it up, partially revealing her naked breasts beneath it. She was naked from the waist up in the next picture, but the top wasn’t pulled off her arms. It was stuffed under her neck. Were her hands tied? That was the only reason Justine could reason for him not taking the top off her. His hands crushed her breasts in the next photo. Sabrina’s lips were clenched tight as she was rudely fondled.
He opened her shorts in the next picture, and Justine could see she wore no panties beneath it. The next picture had one of his large hands inside her shorts and her legs were spread wide to accommodate him. Her shorts were gone in the next picture, but her thighs were demurely together. She wasn’t as lucky in the next picture. Her legs were spread wide, with his hands on each of her knees as he leaned over her to keep her spread wide to expose her pussy to the camera.
The next picture had his fingers pulling open the lips of her pussy to reveal her intimately to the impersonal camera. The last picture showed Sabrina as her ass rose up from the blanket. The man had his fingers inside her pussy. Three of them stretched her too wide.
Justine couldn’t understand why Sabrina would keep pictures of her being stripped naked and molested as the camera captured every sordid detail. But, the next picture was more disturbing. It was her mother, dressed in a similar outfit. There were three men this time, all in black with stocking caps on their heads. Two of the men held her arms out to the sides. The other stood to the side of her so the camera could capture every moment for posterity. The next picture showed her top being ripped from her body, catching it in mid-air as it flew off. The next picture had one of the men holding her arms behind her. He must’ve pushed harshly into the small of her back because her naked breasts were pushed out provocatively. Justine couldn’t understand why her nipples were so big and looked hard.
Her skirt was ripped off in the next picture, caught as it tore off, a brief glimpse of part of her pussy. The next picture showed her more vividly. Her legs were spread wide, but none of the men held them open. The following picture told her why. The man in front had a riding crop, and it was pushed against one of her soft thighs. Justine didn’t kn
ow if he hit her or how hard, but her mother’s face showed her anguish.
The following picture had her bent over and her naked ass pushed back with her legs spread. The riding crop was poised in her crack. It was strange to see her mother posed so intimately and lewdly. In the next picture, she was turned around to face the camera. One man held her arms behind her back and the other grabbed one leg behind the knee and yanked it up. It spread her pussy wide open for the camera to capture. Justine couldn’t believe the next photo. The handle of the whip was inside her pussy, at least three or four inches of it. It looked like a giant cock jutted out of her pussy.
She was upside down in the next picture. Her hands were freed, but she had to use them to keep her head from hitting the floor. The men were busy holding her legs, spreading her wide. It looked like the whip was swinging toward her crack and her lewdly displayed anus. The next to the last picture showed her in the same position but the whip handle was buried in her anus. The whip stood up majestically from her ass. It was bad enough that these men did this to her, but the last picture showed it was more deranged. The camera stepped back for the same picture, but it caught an audience of at least ten people, men and women, all dressed eloquently as if they went out for a night at the opera. But one woman in a black dress with pearls around her neck was on her knees in front of a man with his cock in her mouth. His hand was on her head as he guided it. Her hands were behind her back, but Justine could see that they weren’t bound. She didn’t move them voluntarily.
Justine’s hands were shaking when she put the pictures down. It shocked her, but more so because it was her mother. Did this have something to do with why they were estranged? Was the shame of this happening to each of them too much for them to face each other again? But, that didn’t ring true. If anything, having to endure this should’ve brought them together closer. After all, it wasn’t their fault. Why did Sabrina keep these pictures?
She went to bed, but after all that happened that day, she had a difficult time going to sleep. That’s what she told herself, but she didn’t believe it. She turned on the light a dozen times that night, and each time she went through the pictures. Each time she saw something new. It was 5 AM when she turned on the light again. This time, she picked up the pictures of her mother only. She knew it was wrong, but she still wasn’t able to comprehend that this was really her mother when she was young. It was what was done to her that she looked at with such detail. One hand held each picture, but the other slipped her pajama bottom down. She spread her legs wide as though she was forced to. By the time she got to the picture of the woman with a riding crop inside her pussy, her fingers stroked her wet pussy with such passion. When she took the last picture of the woman with a riding crop pushed inside her ass, Justine released the picture although she continued to stare at it. With one hand stroking her pussy, she pushed a finger up against her anus for the first time. When she came, she felt her anal muscles clench on her finger that was pushed into her rectum as her pussy clung to the fingers that were pushed inside. She was ashamed that she came while looking at the pictures, but even when she woke up in the morning, her curiosity took to the pictures once again.
Chapter 3
Masked Man
She might have slept erratically, but she was still refreshed. It was the first day of her new life. She went down and had two cups of coffee. That jolted her. Since she was new to the neighborhood, she’d have to dress better than she cared to. She’d need new clothes. She’d go to the attorney and talk to his receptionist to find out the many details she needed to know to run a large house. She wouldn’t have to do the work, all she had to do was arrange and pay for it. Once she got that going, it should run smoothly without much interference by her. She didn’t know what she was going to do for thirty days, but she still wanted to dig deeper into the mystery of her mother and aunt. It took a twisted turn the day before, and she wanted to see where it led. She couldn’t deny that it excited her. She never saw anything like those pictures, at least in real life, only in some porn DVD.
Hertz called before the attendant came to pick up the car. After he left, Justine walked around outside. She hadn’t seen a garage attached to the house, and as she went into the back yard, she knew why. There was a large garage, if you could call it that. It was as big as most of the houses in Mason Cove. There were eight garage doors. The attorney did say cars, but Justine didn’t expect this. On the counter in the kitchen were four garage door openers. She took one of them and hoped that it was universal to all he doors. They weren’t regular openers. They had buttons on it, eight of them set for each door.
She got lucky on the first one. It was a black Mercedes AMG SL63. The two-seater was gorgeous, and Justine knew she had her love. But the other choices were just as compelling. She found a black Mercedes AMG SL63 sedan. It would be nice when she had more than one person to take along. The other cars were a collection of vintage models, including a 1967 Chevelle 396 in mint condition. It looked like it just came off the showroom floor. There was a pickup truck that had just about every feature allowed on it. She doubted that many had more than a few miles on them. Sabrina must have loved cars.
She got in the SL63 and the engine roared to life. She looked at the mileage, one thousand two miles. She backed out of the garage and closed the door. She set the navigation system to the lawyer’s office and headed off. The guard looked at her as she exited. It didn’t take long to get to the lawyer’s office.
“Good morning, Ms. Richter. I’m sorry, but Mr. Poller won’t be in today.”
“Actually, I came to see you. Mr. Poller said you could help me if I need anything.” Then, she realized she didn’t know her name. “What is your name?”
“I’m Buffy.” She saw that look she always got. “Yes, my mother was a big fan of Buffy.”
“I’m Justine and got some of the same thing when I was in high school and the boys found out about the book Justine.”
“Yes, the Marquis de Sade is almost as bad as Buffy and Spike. What can I help you with?”
“Everything.” Justine began to ask all about the details of the maintenance of the house. There were a dozen people that did it, and she was glad she had a cleaning service that came twice a week. She wouldn’t have to do anything. Buffy was efficient. She already had a list of them all with the contact information as well as their costs.
“I can continue paying everything through the office as I did with Sabrina. She didn’t like to handle the mundane jobs.”
“Yes, could you? That would be so much of a help.”
“I’ll need for you to authorize me to pay from the account we opened for you for at least the first thirty days until everything is officially transferred to you. Just sign here.”
“Tell me about the stores in Mason Cove.”
“There is a gourmet market, Gelstons, that sells the finer things that most want, but they don’t have a lot of the basic necessities. But, they deliver. The grocery store has the basics, but most find Amazon pantry and groceries an excellent source with little bother. We have excellent chefs at our disposal if you have a dinner party or anytime you want a gourmet meal without the fuss. I know this will take a bit of getting used to, but you have adequate wealth to allow you these luxuries of life. Your money generates a steady stream of earnings.” She handed her the list of stores for grocery shopping to her.
“How about finding suitable clothes? My wardrobe seems to be lacking of what the neighbors might consider appropriate.”
“Most of the people that live in the gated community buy their clothes at Madam Tourseau’s. She has a large shop right outside the guard gate. It’s hidden by design. You should call ahead of time to make sure that she’s available, but she’ll make herself available any time of day or night. I think you’ll find that she carries everything you want and some things you’ll need. She’s very discreet.”
They talked about the other things she might need in the next thirty days. By the time they finished, alm
ost two hours had passed. “Can I take you to lunch for all the help you gave me, Buffy?”
“Yes, I’d love that. Give me a minute to close up the office and transfer the phone to my cell.”
Buffy locked the door to the office. “Just the car I thought you’d select.” The top was down on the Mercedes.
“It’s a great car. Where do we go for lunch?”
“Do you like Italian?”
“Love it.”
“Marcello’s is just up the street. The food is to die for and the service is excellent.”
“I’m going to get fat living like this.”
“You’ll have to find a way to burn calories. Sex burns lots of calories, and with that body, you’ll have no trouble finding men.”
“Here?”
“Yes, here. It might be different, but be open to whatever is offered.”
Did Buffy know something that I don’t? The conversation was ended as they pulled in front of the restaurant. She didn’t notice it when she drove into town the first time, a higher caliber than the other restaurants that were no more than diners.
“Two for lunch, Buffy?” Marcello asked Buffy.
“Yes.”
“Welcome, Ms. Richter. I hope you’ll enjoy our food and you’ll visit us again.”
“Justine will be fine, Marcello.”
The restaurant wasn’t crowded, and they got a table next to the window. Marcello was attentive, and they were never without anything. The food was excellent and the conversation was nice. Buffy was younger than Justine but lived in Roanoke, a much bigger city. By the time they were finished eating, Justine was full. She’d go home and take a walk. She’d find some new clothes and check out Gelstons in the morning. She didn’t want to keep Buffy from work, so she dropped her off at the office and thanked her for her help.