The arrogant, slim, black-haired young woman in the silver lame evening gown calculatedly crossed her sleek legs, noticing with a kind of narcissistic satisfaction how the gleaming material lovingly clung to the contours of her uppermost thigh and knee. Deliberately, too, she waggled the strap-on silver-cloth sandal which showed her dainty toes snugged in the gauzy sheathing of charcoal-brown nylons of the very finest denier.
Jack Lurton coughed, lit a cigarette and, as the match flared, stared ardently at the beautiful feminine sculpture. Already he could feel his prick aching and hardening against the tight crotch of his tuxedo trousers. He had never been so hot for any piece of quim in all his thirty years of venturesome life, but there was only one trouble. The girl beside him, who was putting on this prick-teasing show for his benefit alone, wasn't about to perform beyond this stage.
Because it wasn't the first time he had gone out with Theodora Ames, the Gold Coast debutante whose picture was always in the society columns. She was known as the madcap heiress of the Windy City, and not without reason. Ever since she had been expelled from a swanky private school in Evanston at the tender age of fifteen for having collected a dozed frogs and put them into a brown paper bag and the bag in turn into the bed of the autocratic and elderly owner of the school, Miss Jessica Stamford, her exploits had made amusing newspaper copy for the past five years.
Miss Stamford had furiously reported the episode to Theodora's parents with the supplemental comment, "If that were my daughter, I'd wear out several hairbrushes on her impudent bottom, you may be sure! It's just a pity that this state doesn't permit corporal punishment for such outrageous behavior as your impossible daughter has demonstrated here at Stamford School for Girls!"
Of course, Theodora's parents hadn't worn out any hairbrushes on her at all, not ever. Madge and Donald Ames were sophisticated people, and they ran an expensive art gallery on Michigan Avenue near the Congress Hotel. It was an enterprise which took them to Europe several times a year, and although they had had a governess for Theodora while she was a little girl, ever since her fourteenth year she had been left more or less to shift for herself either in one private school or another.
She had even accompanied them to Europe on several summer vacations out of school while they were on their inevitable buying trips, and consequently the black-haired debutante spoke several languages, knew more about Europe and its people and customs than most American schoolgirls her age, and appeared to be in line to take over the art gallery when her parents at last decided to retire and enjoy more extensive world travel.
But if all these advantages had given Theodora Ames opportunities and cultural veneer which the average girl never gets in a lifetime, they had also turned her into a pretentious, heartless and selfish snob, who believed that the world owed her everything and she in turn owed nothing to anyone, since everything was her rightful due.
Morally, to be sure, Theodora's conduct had been exemplary. But, as is often been said of timid virgins, "She made a virtue out of necessity." Once, at the Stamford school, her first semester and just three months before her expulsion over the frog incident, she had tentatively experimented with girl-loving. She had been assigned a roommate, a sixteen-year-old coppery--haired girl from North Dakota who had been quite homesick, and who had cried herself to sleep for several nights after her arrival. Theodora had crawled into bed with her to console her, and the two girls had done a little experimental pussy-rubbing and soul kissing, though at that time neither of them knew very much about the actual technique of Sapphic love. But the fact was that Theodora Ames was much too selfish to lend herself to any erotic experiment if it gave her partner pleasure over her own. That was why, although this was her third date with Jack Lurton, he knew perfectly well that there would be no pussy from Theodora at the end of the date, anymore than there had been the first two times. On the second date, she had put on the act of a grateful, sweet girl who had been most appreciative of the attention he had shown her and she had put up her face to be kissed. As he reached for her shoulders and was about to set his mouth on hers, she had laughingly turned her face away and ordered, "Kiss my left earlobe, that's a nice cousinly kiss and that's all you're going to get, Jack Lurton!"
"Oh, the bitch knew what she was doing, all right," he grimly told himself. He had sized her up the very first date. They had met quite by accident at a cocktail party which his agency boss had thrown for the celebration of the Arts Society of Chicago. Since Theodora's parents were on the board of officers of that cultural organization, they of course had been invited and had brought her along. Jack Lurton himself, who was doing the public relations free of charge because his boss was also an officer in the setup, had met Theodora for the first time and very quickly fallen head over heels in lust with her. Having heard something of her background and knowing that she had been to Europe several times, he had told himself that here was a chick who would really know the score, and who could probably fuck like a mink.
Only it hadn't been that way at all. And tonight, over dinner at the Maison Lafitte on North State, he had been listening to her expound her perverse philosophy concerning men in general and himself in particular. "Oh, for heaven's sake, Jack," she had said tantalizingly after the captain had just poured out their wine and left them to the enjoyment of their dinner, "I know why you want to date me, don't think I don't. You'd just love to get me in bed, wouldn't you? So would any man. But I'm afraid I don't have the same interest, and it's only natural. I know I'm beautiful, I'm rich and I'm better educated than most girls fellows like you would go around with. So why should I give myself to the first man who gets all excited because I happen to have a nice figure and I dress well and I make him look better by being along with him?"
If ever he had heard a bitchy, prick-teasing statement of personal philosophy, that was certainly it. Now he knew how she got her kicks. Simply by raising a man's blood pressure along with his cock and then begging off, and leaving him in a cold sweat while she sat back and giggled at the stupidity of the male species. One of these days, something was going to happen to pull her down from that conceited pedestal which she had erected all by herself, step by step, until it towered just about as high as the John Hancock Building, Jack Lurton irritatedly thought to himself.
CHAPTER TWO
It had worked out tonight exactly as Jack Lurton could have guessed almost to the word and the inflection of it so far as haughty Theodora was concerned. After dinner, he'd taken her back in a cab to her North Lake Shore Drive high-rise apartment and gone into the lobby with her to make certain that she would be safe for the night. She had looked at him and drawled, "I know what you're thinking, Jack. You'd just love to have me invite you up for a nightcap, wouldn't you?"
"To be truthful, of course I would, Theo."
"I don't like that nickname, if you don't mind," she had said with an icy look. "Theodora is a perfectly good name, there was an empress who was quite famous, and for all I know I may have even descended from her."
"Well, in a way you have. In the way of giving your subjects orders and expecting them to be carried out without a murmur of dissent," he couldn't help parrying.
"I see. So that's what you think of me. Well, perhaps we hadn't better see each other again. Besides, I know why you go out with me, you're hoping that maybe I'll say yes and let you go to bed with me. I'm not even ready to get married, and I certainly am not going to have an affair."
"Frankly, I don't think you're capable of one," he had been goaded into saying.
And then, something he hadn't expected, she had compressed her lips and slapped his face, saying, "Good night, Mr. Lurton. Please don't bother to call me again. Thank you for a most unpleasant evening."
Then she had taken her key, opened the inner door and disappeared. He had shrugged and gone back to the cab. And the driver, a hearty, plump Dane who was something of a chatterbox and who had been offering helpful information all through the ride, winked at him and said, "No luck with that one, buddy?"
"No luck at all."
"You know, if you'll pardon my saying so, Mister, you look like a regular guy to me."
"I try to give that impression, but I'm afraid the young lady I just left wouldn't agree with you," Jack Lurton had chuckled.
"What I mean is, she was really a dish. I could see you had the eye for her-begging your pardon-"
"No reason to beg my pardon. I did have the eye for her. I also had a hard-on for her, if you want the truth," Jack Lurton said coarsely to relieve his feelings. What he was thinking was that he would have given all his salary for a month to be alone with Theodora Ames up in her apartment for about an hour, no holds barred.
"Well, since you're being frank with me, I'll be frank with you, Mister. Now understand, I don't do this for a living. But in my business, a guy meets girls in the trade-you get me?"
"I think so. In other words, you want to make up for my rejection by that slinky brunette by offering me a girl on the string in your little black book-am I right?"
"I can see I'm dealing with a guy who knows the ropes. Mister," the cabdriver chuckled. "That's right. Now take it from me, this little number is clean, she knows her business, she doesn't get into any trouble, and she's sort of new, too. What I mean is, she's nice and fresh and she doesn't charge too much. And there won't be any badger game or nothing like that to spoil it for you. Interested?"
"Damn it, why not?" Jack Lurton said aloud, half to himself. And why shouldn't he knock off a piece of cunt, after the edgy way Theodora had worked him up only to let him down with a bang? He hadn't had a piece in quite a while, and he also hadn't had a pro. It might be fun just for a change. Anyway, better an honest pro than a bitch like Theodora Ames.
"Okay, Mister. Would you pay fifty bucks?"
"For good merchandise, of course I would. Where would it be, at her place or at mine?"
"Either way you want. Just let me know. I'll give her a ring."
"All right, why don't you make your phone call, and then if it's okay with her, pick her up and bring her to where I'm going? That's on 54th and Blackstone," Jack Lurton suggested.
"Great! I'll go up to that drugstore, see, because I need a pack of cigarettes. I'll call Amy -that's her name-and find out how things stand."
Jack Lurton settled back in the cab and lit a cigarette His prick began to ache at the thought of satisfying himself after having been worked up to a frazzle by prick-teasing Theodora Ames.
A few minutes later, the affable cabdriver came back to report that "Amy's free, and you're sort of lucky, Mister. I told her that you were a nice guy, young and on the ball, and what I'll do is let you off at your place, and then go back and pick her up. That way, you can get all nice and ready."
"Great. Then let's get home, so I can relax and forget about the girl I just dropped off," Jack Lurton chuckled as he lit a cigarette. "And here's a ten-dollar bill for you, cabby, for your thoughtfulness."
"Thanks, Mister, that's great. Understand, this little girl doesn't really split with me or anything like that, I'm not a pimp, I happened to meet her about six months ago and she was down on her luck. Came from a little Wisconsin town, ran away from a stepfather who was trying to bang her-you know what I mean. Couldn't find work, got sick, so I guess she had to do the next best thing. But she takes real good care of herself, and she's sweet and accommodating."
"You've already sold her, don't do it again," Jack Lurton laughed as he leaned back and enjoyed the ride home along the Outer Drive.
CHAPTER THREE
Jack Lurton had taken a quick shower, shaved, put on his best new bathrobe and comfortable felt slippers, and was smoking a cigarette when the door-bell rang. He nearly dropped the cigarette onto the floor in his excitement to hurry to the buzzer to let his visitor in. The cabdriver had made quick time. It was under an hour since the cabdriver had dropped him off here on the South Side, then drove back to the North to pick up Amy and bring her back.
He lived on the fifth floor of a new high-rise building, and from his east bay window, he had an excellent view of Lake Michigan. It was a serene June night, the air was balmy, yet not too warm. He had turned on the air conditioner in the bedroom so that it would be nice and cool for fucking. He personally did not like overly warm weather because when two naked people got together, there was such a thing as perspiration which got in the way. But when it was cold or cool, then everything was crisp, and the softness and warmth of a woman's naked body was all the more enjoyable-at least in his book.
He opened the door now, and his eyes widened appreciatively. Amy, which was what the cab-driver had called her, was a most unexpected surprise, even if she was commercial. She couldn't be much more than twenty, she wore a tam-o'-shanter, a pretty blue cotton dress which fell demurely to her dimpled knees, which were sheathed in beige nylons. She had strap-on open-toe pumps, she wore black gloves and she carried a little handbag.
But that was just the first impression. When he took a second look, he felt his prick begin to throb against the fly of his shorts. She closed the door, and smiled infectiously at him, because he was still staring at her and his mouth was just a little agape.
"Good evening. Mr. Nurdling brought me-is that all right?"
"Very much all right, Amy. Come right in."
"I-I hate to start like this, but I guess I have to. Maybe Mr. Nurdling told you, I haven't been in the business too long. But I'm supposed to ask for the money."
She did it in such a charming, apologetic way that he wasn't in the least offended. "Sure thing." He had already put his wallet into the pocket of his bathrobe, and now he took it out, counted out three twenty-dollar bills and handed them to her. "That's for your cab fare, the extra. Maybe there'll be more," he said with a smile.
"You're awfully nice, Mr. Lurton. I hope you don't mind my calling you by your name, because after all you told the cabdriver that I was to ring your bell and I had to know your name for that."
"Of course not. You're a very sweet girl, but let me take your tarn. Didn't you bring a coat?"
"No. I'll probably go right back to my place in a cab afterwards. Besides, it's just a wonderful evening, isn't it?"
"It begins to look like one now, yes. Would you like a drink. Amy?"
"A very small one, and not too strong. I-I don't think it's a good idea to mix liquor and--well, business." Here, she blushed exquisitely. He was really enraptured.
He thought to himself of the difference between these two females whom he had encountered in the span of a few hours. Theodora Ames was of course socially so far above this sweet young Amy that no doubt she wouldn't even both to consider Amy's being alive. But he was willing to bet right now that Amy could give a man more loving, even if she was in the trade, than that haughty patrician prick-teaser.
She was about five feet four inches in height, and she had honey-gold hair cut in helmet style. Her face was sweet with a hint of mischievousness to it, as could be seen in the dancing gray-green eyes with golden flecks, the dainty little straight nose with widely flaring wings, and the pert, sweet mouth, as well as the dimple in the middle of her chin which came and went whenever she smiled. She had soft baby-pink skin, and what he could already see of her figure as it was hugged by the blue cotton dress -made him hornier than ever. She had upstandingly saucy round bottom cheeks, nice, rather long but delightfully curved thighs, saucy high-set calves. Her bubbies were high-perched and widely spaced, not too ripe or full, but nonetheless they looked very firm with every breath she took as they surged against the bodice of the dress.
"How would a gin and tonic be? It's just warm enough for that and it's not too strong," he suggested.
"Perfect. Thank you very much, Mr. Lurton."
"Call me Jack. I'll join you, if I may."
"This is a very lovely place. I haven't been to the South Side yet. As I said, I haven't been in this business very long."
"Then I won't ask the usual question how did a nice girl like you get into it, Amy. Come along into the kitchen, and help me mix the drinks. Tell me about yourself if you want to. I'm not the prying sort, but I do happen to be a pretty good advertising man, and advertising men are always looking for ideas," he said affably as he led the way into the kitchen.
A few minutes later he sipped his drink and watched her take a hesitant sip of hers. Then she beamed: "It's awfully good, thank you a lot."
"You're quite welcome, Amy."
"You know, Mr. Lurton, maybe I shouldn't say it, but, well, I wouldn't think a nice handsome fellow like you would have to-well-, pay to have a girl come visit him. I should think you could get all the girls you wanted. You're awfully good looking."
"That's the nicest compliment I've ever had," he chuckled. "But the fact is, Amy, if your friend the cabdriver told you anything at all about me, he certainly must have mentioned that the way it all came about was that I'd just taken a young lady home and I don't think she wants to see me again. So he got to feeling sorry for me, and the next thing I knew, your name was brought up and here you are. And I'm very glad I found that particular cabdriver, I can tell you that."
"You're awfully sweet. Anyhow, was she your regular girl friend?"
"I had hoped so, but I'm afraid I'm wrong. She's quite a rich girl, and she knows she's beautiful, and apparently she likes to lead a guy on and then say no at the critical moment."
"That's bad. Of course," Amy's lovely face shadowed for a moment, "sometimes a girl says no and means it, but the fellow wants to anyhow. That's why I left home-but I don't want to bore you about my troubles. I'm here to please you. And I think it's going to be very nice. You're not cranky and old, like my stepfather was."
"I think I get the picture. Either your mother died or she wasn't watching what was happening, and he tried to get you to go to bed with him," Jack Lurton hazarded.
The pretty honey-haired girl nodded, looked down at the floor, then took a quick swig of her drink, set the glass down on the kitchen table.
"That's about right. But let's not talk about that. Do you want to get comfy?"
"No hurry. You don't have any other dates for tonight, do you?"
"Uh uh, you're the only one."
"Well, I feel in need of cheering up, so it's quite likely that I might just want you to stay all night-now before you say anything, of course I'd pay you more, that's understood."
"You're very thoughtful, Mr. Lurton. I'm going to try to be specially nice to you." She took his hand and led him out of the kitchen. "Want to go to the bedroom now or shall we just get acquainted on the couch in the living room for a while?"
"Just one more question and I promise it will be the last one. How did you learn these things, Amy? I mean, if you ran away from home and I suppose you were a virgin, how did it happen that you found all about this business?"
"I wasn't a virgin," she said simply as she led him to the couch and drew him down beside her. She put both her hands on his thigh and looked sweetly at him. "My stepfather knew that, because I'd had an affair with a nice boy who was about nineteen-and they drafted him and sent him to Viet Nam. For a while, I thought I was going to have a kid, but I'm glad it didn't work out that way. Jimmy-that was my boyfriend-is still alive, and he writes me every so often. Just the other day, I sent him a letter to the APO box number in San Francisco telling where I am-but of course not what I'm doing."
"I see." He liked the smell of her hair and the gentle perfume she had put on. It wasn't cheap and flashy. Here was a girl with class, and she was really a doll. His prick was starting to harden savagely now.
"Anyway, I tried to keep the secret about Jimmy, but I guess some nosy neighbor found out about it and told Vernon-that was my stepfather. So one night when Mom was over visiting a friend, he tried to take a strap to me and make me go to bed with him. I wouldn't, and he really whipped me. I didn't dare tell Mom, though I wanted to. So I just ran away the next time he tried it, which was only a couple of days later. I took a few hundred dollars he had in a wallet I knew he'd hidden where I could find it, and I just came here. So you see, like I said, I wasn't a good girl from the start, so I guess I knew about making fellows happy. I did meet a hooker, a really nice girl, and she steered me on what to do and how to take care of myself. I go to the doctor every week, that's a fact, and I'm clean, so you don't have to worry."
"That thought hadn't even entered my mind, dear. Yes, you are very sweet. But I hope there'll be a happy ending, I hope your Jimmy comes back to you."
"Well, we were both sort of young, and we'll see. But please, you aren't paying your good money just to hear my life story. I want to take off my dress so you can see what you're getting. May I?"
She was so charmingly naive and yet at the same time so thrillingly enticing that it was all he could do to restrain himself. So he just nodded without a word.
Amy smiled, rose from the couch, stooped and pulled up her dress and lofted it over her head and shoulders, then it dropped to the floor. His eyes widened, because all she had on was a black nylon bra and a pair of matching panties, and also a black satin-elastic and very narrow garter belt whose tabs clung to the tops of the beige nylons. The soft pink skin was made the more exciting by the glossy black undies, and he felt all his gism rise to the lips of his cock-head and demand expulsion as soon as possible.
"You really were stuck on that girl, weren't you. Mr. Lurton?"
"Make it Jack, please. When you say Mr. Lurton, it sounds as if I'm old enough to be your father, and I assure you I'm not."
"I'm sorry. Of course, Jack. But you were stuck on her, weren't you?"
"You might say that. What I'd really like to do right now-assuming you weren't here, of course, Amy-would be to take her over my knee and whale some sense into her bottom. I don't think she's ever had that done to her, and she's just a spoiled, stuck-up rich bitch, the worst kind there is for a man who really hopes he can get some loving."
"Would you like to spank me and pretend it's her, Jack?" she suddenly and startlingly asked in a soft, little-girl voice.
His face flamed. He hadn't really thought of that. But now that Amy herself had proposed it, it sounded like a terrific idea. On the other hand, the way he hated Theodora right now, he might just take it out on Amy a little too much, and this sweet kid didn't deserve that.
But she solved the problem quite simply and yet dramatically by moving round to his right, and then suddenly draping herself over his lap and along the couch, looking back at him as she clasped her hands together, and murmuring, "Go ahead and take my panties down and spank me hard, Daddy, I've been an awfully naughty girl. I've led you on and I've been naughty. I deserve a good hard one."
"But I don't want to hurt you, Amy."
"It'll hurt good, Jack. Jimmy used to spank me once in a while, and then we made up and it was just terrific. I wouldn't mind at all. You're nice. And I think you ought to have had better luck with her, whoever she is."
He was trembling now with lust. He put his fingers to the waistband of her panties, and Amy obligingly arched up her luscious ass so that he could husk them down to the middle of her thighs. The wonderfully rounded, succulent pink-sheened cheeks of her voluptuous young ass lay upturned and tempting over his lap, and the contrast of those black nylon panties and the thin line of the bandeau of the black nylon bra, together with the circling narrowness of the garter belt, intensified the wonderful warm tint of her soft satiny pink skin.
He put his left palm on the small of her back, then began to caress her luscious ass-cheeks with his right palm. Amy sighed and squirmed a little, glancing nervously back at him, her eyes very wide and somewhat humid. She looked exactly like a gamine, and there was something pert and provocative and very fresh about her. It was really hard to imagine that she was a whore. She had cute ways, and the language she used wasn't the coarse, cynical and contemptuous diction of the average hustler.
"Don't be afraid, spank me good," Amy murmured huskily, squirming a little so that her bottom cheeks seemed to arch up even more invitingly, as she clenched her thighs, to let him see the play of muscles along the lovely stockinged columns of thighs and supple, flexing calves. Suddenly, the vigorous urge to hurt, to make her cry, to make her beg for mercy, and promise to do anything for him, swept through him. It was indeed as if Theodora Ames were over his lap now instead of this young whore, and at the same moment he was still perceptive enough to appreciative Amy's sensitive and sympathetic understanding of his own urgent and personal needs. His right hand descended abruptly, with a loud smackk! The right summit of her magnificent naked ass was flattened a moment, and he could feel the resilient spring of the elastic, young, vibrant flesh. Also a bright pink splotch had superimposed itself over the satiny pink skin of that lovely bottom-globe.
Amy had sucked in her breath and lifted her face slightly upwards, though not uttering a sound. He bore down harder with his left palm, applied a smack to the other ass-cheek at its ripest curve, creating a pattern of parallel marks. Once again he heard a sharp intake of breath from the young girl, saw her head lift, and saw her fingers tighten as they clenched together even more nervously. But at the same time, she began very slowly and lasciviously to twist and weave her hips about, grinding them over his aching, rigid prick, maddening him with her allure.
Now his hand rose and fell fiercely and swiftly, and soon Amy wasn't able to hold back her gasps, then groans, and then suddenly sobbing, "Oww-oh Jack darling, I'll be a good girl-owwwohhh! Oh please, it hurts a lot, I'll be nice to you, I'll do anything you want, just tell me, but please stop spanking my poor bummy, please. Jack darling!"
He had given her about forty stinging slaps, and he marveled at her stoicism. Because it was about the last half of the spanking, he had actually envisioned Theodora Ames lying across his lap just this way, hearing her haughty voice break down from its chilly elegance and sobbingly implore mercy on his terms, not hers.
"I'm sorry as hell, honey, I got carried away. I'll make it up to you, don't worry," he said hoarsely.
"That's-that's all right, Jack. I-I sort of needed that. I have been naughty, I guess and maybe it did help you to get it out of your system about that girl you were telling me about. How would you like me to talk a little French to you?"
Before he could answer that, the lovely, scantily clad young blonde had squirmed off his lap and was now on her knees. Very gently and yet expertly, he thought, she opened his bathrobe and then the buttons of his shorts and drew out his violently swollen prick. Cuddling it between her palms, she bent her head to it, and he felt the soft graze of her lips, then felt her begin to blow little gusts of breath against the puckering lips of his prick, hard against all the pent up juices which Theodora Ames's prick-teasing had drawn to the violent surface of enervation.
When he thought he couldn't stand it any more, she suddenly popped his prickhead right into her mouth and began to suck slowly and softly, her fingertips playing delicately over the scrotum and the balls. Then they moved to his inner thighs, and by now he was almost dying with lust. Closing his eyes, clenching his teeth, he put his hands to the side of her head and panted, "Take it easy, take it easy, you'll draw me off right now, you sweet devil-I want to feel it right in that soft cunt of yours, Amy!"
"Oh no, let me do it this way first. That'll take your edge off, Jack, and then you can fuck me all you want. I like you a lot. Honest I do. And that spanking made me sort of sexy. Jimmy used to do that to me after the first couple of times he'd had me, when he thought I was being hard to get. It always worked," she suddenly giggled.
Fire raged through his body, and it was all he could do to keep from gushing out then and there. "All right, go on, but get ready any minute," he warned her in a shaking voice.
Once again her soft mouth took hold of his prickhead, and now she began to absorb all of his cock that she could get into her soft mouth, up against her palate, flicking her tongue here and there against the gnarled shaft and the narrow but deep circumcision groove. It was absolutely maddening. As he closed his eyes, he could see black-haired Theodora Ames kneeling before him, the marks of the whip on her shapely body, naked except for red high-heeled pumps, Frenching him and getting ready to do a complete blow job by swallowing every drop. That would humble her as a slave as nothing else would!
And the image together with Amy's expert and yet, ingenuously spontaneous technique, caused him suddenly to let out a bellow of ecstasy and to feel his body explode as his fingers sank into her shoulders to grip and hold her as lover-prisoner.
He could hear her sucking and swallowing, and he felt himself drained completely. It was the most ravishing sensation that he had ever known in all his life. No other girl had ever given him such a blow job as this one, and he felt inordinately grateful to her.
"Was that good for you, Jack honey?" she at last looked up.
"Words can't describe it, baby. You're something else!" he breathed.
"Let's go to the biffy and freshen up a bit, and then we can go to bed, all right," she softly proposed.
He felt himself weak and vitiated for a moment, as he forced himself to stand up. His prick was limp now, too, and yet he was at peace. He was looking forward to the rest of the night with luscious little Amy.
She led him by the hand into the bathroom, washed his cock and soaped it, dried it, and then reached behind her to remove her bra. She had already kicked off the panties which he had tugged down for the spanking, and so now all she had on was her garter belt, hose and open-toe pumps. The soft gourds of her titties invited his caresses, and his hands cupped them, his thumb-pads lovingly rubbing them till he could feel them grow flint-hard. "I like that, mmmm, that's awfully nice, Jack dear," she whispered.
Her arms went round him, and she mashed herself against him, till he could feel her lovely titties squashed against his panting chest. His hands moved down to squeeze and knead her flaming, quivering and palpitating asscheeks. And as he pressed her to him, he could feel her furry crotch grinding against his prick, rekindling all the fires she had so expertly quenched but a moment before.
With a groan of delight, he swung her up in his arms, bore her off to the bedroom as he might a bride. Laying her down on the bed, he tugged off shorts and undershirt, kicked off his slippers, and was sinewy and naked. With joy, he saw that his prick was once again hard and ready for the fray. Amy spread her thighs compliantly, holding up her arms to him. "I want you an awful lot," she whispered huskily. "It's going to be so good for both of now, you'll see, Jack dear."
And it was. The moment he felt himself press into that soft tight orifice, he could almost feel her cunt walls grinding and straining to hold him deep inside of her. When he was in her to the balls, the palpitations and vibrations of her sheath enthralled him. Putting his hands under her bottom and gripping the cheeks possessively, he began to fuck slowly, masterfully, stroking her with deliberate and full thrusts. Soon Amy began to gasp and moan and squirm, till at last she crossed her legs over his behind and dug her fingernails into his shoulders and pressed her mouth to his.
He had achieved what few men ever do: he had made a whore taste the sweet bliss of climax. And he never would have thought her to be such, not with the spontaneity, and imagination and the genuine love for lust which she displayed here in his bed. He couldn't help thinking of the difference between her and Theodora Ames. You could spend a thousand dollars on that bitch and get slapped for your pains, and here for about sixty bucks he had just bought himself two of the most glorious comes a man could ever experience.
"You're going to stay all night, baby, and I'm giving you an extra hundred bucks," he told her hoarsely as he lay beside her, fondling her titties with one hand while with the other he played with her pussylips.
He couldn't have known at this very moment
Theodora Ames had just received a long-distance phone call that was to change her life and reverse her role of dominatrix and leave her rather a terrified and uncertain and very vulnerable victim.
CHAPTER FOUR
Fate had decided to take a hand in changing Theodora Ames' self-centered life. Her mother, Madge, had quarreled bitterly with her Swiss gigolo, Hans Birnweiss, and in his Alpine temper he had picked up a flowerpot and struck her heavily over the left temple, killing her at once. Meanwhile in Paris, in a studio on the Left Bank, Theodora's father Donald had been in bed with a gorgeous young Montmartre dancer, tasting the pleasures of extra marital bliss and waiting for his wife to meet him in Paris, when a drunken bartender, mistaking Theodora's father's room for his, had become enraged because his key wouldn't fit, and come to blows with the gray-haired man. The excitement had been too much for Donald Ames and he had succumbed to a major coronary. Thus within the space of about two hours and across the continent, Theodora had suddenly been orphaned to find herself a wealthy heiress.
Actually there had been two phone calls. One from the police surgeon at the examining room where Donald Ames had been taken, and another from the excited hotel manager where Madge Ames had been staying. He had assured the heiress that her mother had died mercifully quick and that the rogue who had caused her death had been at once clamped into irons.
On the one hand it might have appeared on the surface that Theodora's bereavement was to make her even more self-willed, more certain of her elegant and untrammeled destiny, since now there were no parents to concern herself about and she had all their money and would never have to lift a finger to earn her own livelihood for the rest of her days if she wished such a parasitical existence. But fate had still one more trump card up her sleeve.
The news of these two deaths of prominent Chicagoans and closely related as they were appeared in the papers the very next morning. Jack Lurton, who was in a pleasant mood after a magnificent night with luscious Amy (whom he had liberally tipped and whose phone number he had obtained for future reference), read the front-page items with a sense of shock. He tried at once to phone Theodora, but the line was busy-which figured. He finally settled on having a nearby florist take over a huge bouquet with a card thoughtfully inscribed.
But there were two people in the little hamlet of Cornier, in southwestern Minnesota, who were to read that same news in the St. Paul papers a few days later who were to be the catalytic agents whose effect would really be to change Theodora Ames's life completely.
They lived in a small well insulated cottage near a tiny lake, and one of them was a woman of forty-three, with dark-brown hair coiled in a coronet braid on the top of her head. She was tall, about five feet eight and a half, and remarkably attractive for her age, with a kind of compact and sinuous body that seemed ageless. Her face was hard, her cheekbones high-set, her eyes dark brown and brooding, and her mouth was thin and sadistic. Her aquiline nose had thin wings, another sign of the latent sadist. Her name was Ruby Branton, and she was employed as a kind of caretaker for the nearby hunting lodge and luxurious estate of a Milwaukee millionaire who spent about four months of the year at the resort and invited his friends and acquaintances to orgies. Ruby Branton herself had occasionally taken part in these sex shindigs for a fee, because she was a switch-hitter who enjoyed girl-fucking as much as she did being rogered by a virile stud. As she looked up from her morning cup of coffee across the table at her coppery-haired daughter Laurel, twenty-two, but already far older than that in worldly wisdom and sensual lore, she laughed bitterly: "If this isn't something, Laurel honey! Just read what's on the front page. Lucky I decided to keep up old man Meldish's subscription, or I might never have seen these juicy little items. They concern you and me, baby, in a big, big way."
"Whatever are you talking about, Mom?"
Laurel insolently replied. She had inherited her mother's height, for she was about five feet eight, had also a certain hardness of features. Her body was even more beautiful however. Her high-perched, closely spaced, big pear-shaped titties, accentuated by the breath-takingly slim waist which flared into svelte hips, long thighs and sinuous calves, made her infinitely desirable. So did her creamy skin, whereas her mother's was suntanned and bronzed till Ruby Bran-ton almost looked like a descendant of one of those numerous Minnesota Indian tribes which at one time had terrorized the northwestern frontier.
"Just use your eyes and brains and read, bitch," was her mother's unflattering order.
Laurel shrugged handsome shoulders, lit a cigarette, took a sip of her half-empty coffee cup, made a face because it was bitter, and then studied the newspaper which her mother had shoved before her. "So?" she looked up with a contemptuous sneer, "two people got killed, so what?"
"You don't remember very well, do you, Laurel baby? This is one time you really should. Thank God I remember. It so happens, Laurel, that Donald Ames was your father."
"My what?" The cigarette dropped from Laurel's gaping mouth and she had to retrieve it quickly before it burned a hole in the tablecloth.
"That's what I said. There's nothing wrong with your hearing. Yes, baby, about twenty-three years ago, when I was just a kid of nineteen and didn't know much better, I ran into Donald Winston. He had inherited some money from his folks, and he was just getting into business and I could see he had a future. I met him in Cleveland, because I was working in the cigar shop there. We had a night together, he was a generous tipper, and I happened to need the money bad for my rent. No, now don't get me wrong."
"Well, maybe not. What do you call those little parties with Mr. Meldish and his gang?"
"Would you like your ass warmed, Laurel baby? I'm in a mood to do it. No, I'm really not," Ruby Branton suddenly grinned. "Right now, you and I are sitting on the top of the world. Don't you understand, baby, even though you're illegitimate, you were born a long time before his sole survivor like it says here on the paper. Theodora Ames. They've got her picture in there, and she's a dish. Snooty as hell, I can tell just by looking at the picture. And she's twenty, and you're twenty-two. Now, under the law, I'll say we've got a pretty good claim, wouldn't you, baby? And they're worth a couple of million or I miss my guess."
Laurel's bored and contemptuous look gave way to one of incredulity. "You aren't kidding now, Mom?"
"Hell no! What you and I are going to do, baby, is send old man Meldish a wire, have Sonny Jorgens run over from Wanroth and look after the place till the old geezer can get back here, and then you and I are going to dress in our best and get ourselves to Chicago and see a lawyer but fast. We're going to file a claim on that will, baby doll. Not that I don't like the great wide open spaces and the lakes and the pure air and no pollution and all that sort of crap, but I could stand having some money just once in my life."
"So could I!" Laurel Branton rose, yawning, and her tight green cotton dress hugged her big jutting titties. She glanced down at them, grinned at her mother and then cupped them.
"Cut that out, you little she-cat in heat!" her mother snapped. "You're not too big that I still can't take a strap to your ass, Laurel, don't you ever forget it! Remember the last time I did it, when you tried to horn in on that party? I know you're not cherry, but you don't have to go peddling yourself to those drunken bastards old man Meldish brings around. And especially now. I've got plans for you. You're going to be an heiress, you're going to be dolled up and you're going to find yourself a nice rich husband, that's what. And me, I wouldn't mind having an apartment on that there Lake Shore Drive. I've seen pictures about it, and I'd sure love it. Come on, Laurel, shake your ass, let's clean up the breakfast dishes, then I'll give Sonny a ring, and we'll get ourselves to the Windy City."
"What'll we use for money?"
"I've saved enough. Even if I had to borrow it, I'd get it somehow, even if I had to peddle myself to do it. Think I would miss the chance to pick up a million bucks or so? Not very unlikely. Now shake it. Laurel, or I really will take the strap to that sexy ass of yours."
"Don't get huffy, Mom, I'm just as eager as you are to get my hands on some loot." Laurel rolled her eyes expressively. Then her hands hugged her hips, caressed them, moved upwards along her slim waist to her big bubbies again. "I could really stand me having a man. Someone like Sonny."
"Now you mind that kind of talk, you little bitch! Just because I let you screw Sonny one time to sort of pay him back for the favors he'd done us last summer, doesn't mean you're going round and being a whore. Men today don't expect to have cherry when they pop a wife into bed, but they don't want a whore either. You're going to keep those catting ideas to yourself till you hook yourself a nice guy, baby. And I'm going to be along to see you do it. Now let's get cleaned up and to hell out of here!"
CHAPTER FIVE
To be sure Theodora Ames felt grief at the sudden loss of her parents, but it wasn't a heartfelt anguish. If anything, her first reaction was probably the selfish annoyance that now her life was being disrupted, indeed, the next thought in her pampered mind was, "Why did it have to happen to them right now and inconvenience me like this?" for, if truth be known, she had been counting on going to Europe with them this fall. Now that wouldn't happen again.
And then, almost inevitably, there had come the understanding that she was quite rich, because of course as their only child she was going to inherit all their money. And so while she felt alone and forsaken, she nevertheless revealed once again her fatal selfishness by all those thoughts which concerned themselves with the profit of her parents, death, rather than over the irreplaceable loss . . .
Laurel and Ruby Branton had come to Chicago on the Greyhound bus, after discovering that it was the fastest and also the cheapest way. Ruby's friend had given her the name of a capable lawyer in Chicago who was inclined to gamble if he thought there was a lot at stake, and Ruby was of the firm belief that there was plenty at stake for her and her daughter. Donald Ames had made her a lot of promises, fucked her to a frazzle and then left her pregnant and practically disowned. She even had a couple of old letters of his which, she was certain, ought to be worth something in court. Having lived frugally and having saved up a good deal of money from her occasional helping out at the orgies which the owner of the property staged from time to time with her along as a participant or mistress of ceremonies, Ruby Branton shrewdly figured that she and Laurel could get along in Chicago for a couple of months before they had to worry about pinching pennies. Her suggestion was that Laurel find herself some kind of office job, just to help out and have some extra spending money till this whole affair could be brought to court. Laurel, for her part, agreed. She was fascinated by the Windy City, especially by the Michigan Avenue shops. She also wanted to dress in a way that would play up her charms. And as Ruby herself said, "Won't do you any harm to catch some rich guy, vamp him all you can, and if you have to give him a little pussy do it, but not too much. Once you get the ring on your finger, you can be a rich bitch and never have to worry for the rest of your life. God knows I've invested plenty in you and I'd like to see a little return."
And that was how fate brought Laurel Bran-ton and Jack Lurton together in a most ironic way.
Jack Lurton had had flowers sent over to Theodora Ames's apartment with a note of condolence, but, just about as he had expected, there wasn't any acknowledgement. He just put it down to Theodora's snippiness and selfishness and let it go at that. First of all, he had kept Amy's phone number and in the two weeks which followed the sudden bereavement of the patrician brunette, he had had her over to his apartment two more times. He was more pleased with her than ever, and he was even thinking of setting her up as a permanent mistress, giving her an allowance, getting her out of the business and having her devote her gorgeous body, playful disposition and natural sweetness to him and him alone.
As a matter-of-fact, he had come right out with this just as Amy was dressing to leave on the second visit she had paid him since that unforeseen time, on the night Theodora Ames had rebuffed him so viciously.
"I have to think it over, Jack," she said slowly as she sat on the edge of the bed, tugging up one gauzy nylon on a deliciously curvaceous leg. "I'd certainly like to get out of this business. I'm pretty young, and I've never really had any money of my own, and you're doing me a terrific favor, I know that. But then, when you got tired of me, maybe six months or a year at most you'd just throw me away and I'd have to go back on the street. I really think I ought to try to better myself if I can."
"Don't you see, baby, you won't if you keep on taking just any guy off the street even if your cabdriver friend screens them for you?" he argued." You'll wind up with a dose of clap, or maybe some cop will come up instead of a John and then you'll get six months in the hoosegow and you'll be known to every cop in town. It'll be real tough. Besides, who's talking about throwing you over when we haven't even started, really? But if you're serious about wanting a job or trying to better yourself, maybe I can help there too."
"You mean it?"
"Of course I do, baby. You'd make a sweet receptionist. I don't suppose you can type or do shorthand?"
"I can type a little. I could go to night school and learn shorthand if you think it would help."
"I think it would," he said as he went over to her, leaned forward, cupper her bra-sheened titties and gave her a hard hot kiss on the mouth. "Take your clothes back off, baby. I'm adding an extra thirty because I feel horny again. And of course, if you accepted my offer, you'd stand to lose dough."
"How, darling?"
"Well, it's this way," he grinned as he reached back to unhook her bra and let it fall in her lap. His fingers returned to caressing her swelling titties, playing with the nipples till they darkened and stiffened as he began to kiss her throat and shoulders. "You've got gorgeous skin and it smells so sweet."
"How would I lose money, lover?" she repeated in a soft husky whisper.
"Well now, like this, I'm giving you thirty bucks more for an extra lay. If you were my girl, and I paid the tab, you might have to work overtime and yet you wouldn't get an extra cent," he chuckled. "But let's not talk commercial now. I'm hot for you, baby. Just looking at you half-dressed gets me randy. Oh you darling!"
She had reached forward now unzipped his fly, taken his prick out and was fondling it between her palms. Then she suddenly bowed her head and gave it a big kiss. His fingers clutched around her titties, and he kissed the back of her neck, and sank his teeth lightly into the soft sweet flesh.
"Do you want me to take it in my mouth, Jack dear? Or do you want to put it in my little spot?" she whispered.
"I really want both, if you want to know something. Let's try both. After all, I've had you two times, so I'm not about to go off too quickly. Work me around with that lovely mouth and tongue of yours, and then I'll give it to you," he hoarsely urged.
As he stood there near the bed, Amy went down on her knees, her hands caressing his legs, and her soft mouth engulfed him. Her eyes closed, her face a rapt mask of concentration, she sucked and licked until he felt himself savagely hard. Then, just at the point where he knew that he had to have relief of some kind, she rose sinuously to her feet, put her arms around him and pressed herself tightly against him. His hands hastily shoved down her panties, and then his prick slipped right into her soft moist slit. With a groan, he grabbed hold of her juicy asscheeks and thrust himself to the balls, and then, mouth to mouth, they began to fuck. This time it was a slow and languorous tempo, and every in and out of her tight warm sheath intoxicated him and seemed to give him greater power than before.
"Oh baby, what you do to me!" he muttered thickly. "You think it over about that deal I made you. Think it over real good. I'll be nice to you, you know that."
"I know that, Jack, Ohh, that's so nice-oh darling!" For his left forefinger had just sneaked down to find her tickler and had begun to frig it gently as he continued his slow and deliberate in and out thrusting within her love-canal. He could feel the muscles of her naked ass flex and tighten, feel the cheeks undulate and shift and squirm as her body began to glow and radiate the euphoria his frigging and fucking was bringing about.
He was really enchanted to find that here was a young beauty in the trade who could be made to come and that she did it for him. She had already shyly told him that she almost never had an orgasm with regular customers. That was very flattering. And he certainly could do worse than Amy.
At last he both sank down onto the bed, tottering with their passion, rolled over and over and uttered a simultaneous cry of delight, as they felt climax upon them.. . .
Laurel Branton had been staked to a new wardrobe by her calculating mother. And there was no doubt that the "mod" apparel intensified Laurel's natural charms. Two hours in the beauty salon did wonders also, and Laurel's fiery hair was given an exquisite and very sophisticated quiche bob setting, with the pointed curls pressed against the middle of her cheeks. A special lipstick, mascara, eye shadow, and when she emerged, Ruby stood up in the reception room of the salon and whistled as a man would: "Wowie! Are you my girl? You're really something, Laurel baby, and now I think we're loaded for bear. Let's go out and get you a job so all these nice rich young men in Chicago will get a chance to look you over. And don't forget, hold out for a good price just in case Mama doesn't have any luck in court."
"Thanks, Mama. How did you make out with Mr. Donahue?" Laurel whispered as they walked towards the elevator.
"Oh, Frank Donahue's my kind of guy. He's around fifty, smart as a whip, black-haired and sleek, and he's got bedroom eyes and a bedroom voice. But he also knows his law. When I showed him those letters, he said he thought maybe we had something. Maybe the sole surviving heiress, this Theodora Ames, would figure that the letters would have some nuisance value she might come across with a nice little to avoid court actions and scandal. I don't think she'd care to have it known to the socialite snobs of this town that her old man screwed me and then left me with you in my belly, Laurel baby."
"That sounds good, Mama."
"Quit calling me that. Seeing the job they did on you, I'm going right back now and make an appointment for myself tomorrow. You and I are going to be sort of sisters. Don't think I can't do it, kid. Hell, even if I am forty-three, I bet I can look thirty with some of that goo they put on you. The old man up in Minnesota used to say that I was like that famous French dame-what's her name-oh yeah, Ninon de L'Enclos. Seems she was good in bed even up to eighty or something like that."
"I wouldn't put it past you, Ruby-if you don't mind my calling you that," Laurel giggled. "Come on, let's go find out about a job for me."
"While you were in there getting yourself all prettied up, honey, I went through the want ads. They want a receptionist at some snooty ad agency on Michigan Avenue. That's one hell of a location, and that's where the big dough is. I don't mean what they'd pay you, I mean the rich guys you'd meet and the big business wheelers and dealers who work in an agency and who do business with it, see?"
"I get the pitch, okay. How do I go about getting the job, though?"
"It says to phone a Mr. Dunbar for an appointment. It's only four o'clock, why don't you use the pay phone right here by the elevator and go ahead and see what you can do tomorrow? Maybe you could even go in there now, dolled up the way you are, I'll bet you'd give him a hard-on."
"Mama, cut out that sort of talk! I'm supposed to be a lady, remember?"
"I know, I know, but a fact is a fact all the same. Anybody with any brains and any prick hiring pretty girls to sit at a desk all day and smile sweetly at clients would be nuts if he didn't hire you the way you look right now, Laurel, and I'm not just saying that because I'm your mother, either. Now you use that phone fast!"
Fate was really laughing up her sleeve when Laurel Branton dropped a dime into the coin box of the public telephone and dialed the number of Jack Lurton's agency and asked for Mr. Dunbar.
Hugo Dunbar was fifty-four, and although he was office manager in charge of personnel (the stenos and secretaries, not the higher-up), he exercised a good deal of influence at the agency. Personally, he was a morose and frustrated man. His wife had left him about twelve years ago, for a younger, more energetic stud. Hugo Dunbar was the kind of man who talked a good fuck but could never deliver. He was also somewhat scared of women, which didn't help either. So, about all he could do was to hire pretty girls for the agency and engage then during the interview in a little smutty talk-of a highly refined variety, to be sure-which would give him the vicarious thrill, that he needed. Then he would go home and jack off and dream about the girl he had just hired to be in the steno pool, imagining that he was alone with her in a mirrored bedroom and she was kneeling at his feet and taking off his clothes and sucking his prick and begging him to fuck her and then, telling him that she had never had such a wonderful fucking in her sweet young life.
Hugo Dunbar was also partial to redheads, probably because his gorgeous wife had been exactly that herself; only her shade of hair was much darker than Laurel's. Consequently, when he heard Laurel's husky, bedroom voice over the phone, towards the end of a tiring and rather boring day, his gonads perked up and he found himself urging the charmer at the other end of the phone to see if she could get to the office before quitting time.
Laurel could and did. She was ushered promptly into Hugo Dunbar's office and he practically drooled over her. So much so, indeed, that he hardly bothered to ask for references or schooling, and when he found out that she could type, answer a phone, and that she was immediately available and that she had just come to Chicago and was in need of a job, he hired her on the spot, to start the following Monday.
And thus unwittingly this ineffectual excuse for a man was the catalytic agent destined to bring together Laurel Branton and Jack Lurton, both of whom had reason to hate the lovely arrogant guts of one black-haired heiress and snob namely Theodora Ames.
CHAPTER SIX
About eight days after the death of Theodora Ames's parents and the second working day for Laurel Branton, Jack Lurton came back from New York after a brief business trip and walked into the reception room of the agency. He did a double take when he saw the new receptionist. The color of copper and gold and flame in Laurel's hair, done up as it was in that sophisticated style which certainly made it impossible for any one to guess that she had ever been accustomed to rustic life up in Minnesota and, on occasion, taken part in swinging sex games with some of the eccentric millionaire's cronies. So, too, did the classic A-line rayon dress she had purchased in her shopping spree that first day in Chicago. So it wasn't any wonder that Jack Lurton's eyes widened with heartfelt and also prick-felt appreciation.
"Good morning! You're new here, aren't you? I'm Jack Lurton. Do you have any calls there for me?"
Laurel Branton favored him with her most dazzling smile, and it was the kind that had the power to stiffen a man's whang because it was both candidly admiring and sultry in the way of evocative promise of pussy. In fact, old man Meldish had once told Ruby, "That long-legged red-haired whelp of yours, you sweet bitch, would just about kill me if I ever took her to bed. I have to get my kicks watching her operate with one of my friends, she's too much for me or anybody else who's over forty, that's for damn sure."
"Oh, yes, I do have some, Mr. Lurton. My name's Laurel Branton," she beamed at him as she handed him a sheaf of phone messages.
"Thanks very much, Laurel. I'd say whoever hired You showed very good judgment. Oh, is Mr. Schneider in his office yet?"
"Yes, he is, Mr. Lurton."
"Fine. Thank you."
Once in his office, Jack Lurton reflected that he was probably going to call Amy and make a date for tonight. Just seeing this new piece of quim had given him a hard-on, and since he had been in New York just two days and hadn't taken out time for pussy, he was beginning to feel the vital urge all over again.
He looked through his mail, which his efficient, bespectacled, twenty-eight-year-old secretary Joan Addison had stacked neatly and in several piles according to relative importance. What he was really looking for was a note from Theodora acknowledging the flowers. But there wasn't any. Well, he really hadn't expected it. Maybe he ought to phone her and see how she was getting along. No, he'd only get another snub. It might be a much better idea to pay her an unexpected call tonight-and of course have Amy waiting at his apartment to console him when he got back. Yes, that was exactly what he was going to do!
However, fate was smiling way up in the clouds and pulling strings to bring all these lives together in a tangled mesh. Because Laurel and her mother were planning to visit the haughty heiress this very night. Ruby had looked Theodora Ames up in the phone book and happily found that she didn't have an unlisted number, as you might have expected from a rich bitch. And she had told Laurel on her noon break to phone Theodora and ask for an appointment this evening after supper. She had coached Laurel very carefully as to what to say. There wouldn't be any reference to the other side of the blanket which Donald Ames had screwed on so many years ago. Laurel was just to say that she and her mother had some information which they thought Theodora ought to have and they would like to see her just for a few minutes.
This same morning, Theodora had had a phone call from her father's attorney, expressing all kinds of solicitude and telling her that she might examine a copy of the will, but that of course the estate would be in probate for ninety days after which time, she, as the only apparent surviving heir, would receive the bulk of the estate. He also sympathetically suggested that Theodora take a trip as a kind of distraction over her great loss. But the black-haired beauty hadn't yet decided what she was going to do. Perhaps she would take a trip after all, but not right away. It was important to find out just what she was going to inherit so that she could make plans. Maybe she would leave Chicago entirely, buy a summer home in Biarritz or Tropez, or maybe even St. Moritz, where all the fashionable people stayed. She had never really liked Chicago too much anyway, and as far as men went, everybody with any brains knew that European men were much more suave, poised and gallant. Thinking that made her remember her last date with Jack Lurton, and she made a grimace of annoyance. Oh yes, he had sent flowers. Well, that was nice of him, but it didn't rate him anything special. He was probably just trying to curry favor and maybe now that he had put two and two together and guessed that she would be very rich, he wanted to get back on good terms with her. Well, that was out, way out.
And so, preparing herself some lunch in the kitchen-which in itself was a kind of condescension for Theodora Ames, she frowned again with annoyance when the phone rang. A few minutes later, she was frowning even more irritatedly. It was Laurel Branton, who, just before making the phone call, had rehearsed to herself aloud exactly what she was going to say. And the upshot of it was that Theodora Ames had grudgingly agreed to see Laurel and her mother at eight o'clock tonight.. . .
"Amy? Jack here. How are you, honey? That's lovely. Tell me, how about tonight? You can? Great! Tell you what, I've got a business call to make this evening first, so why don't you plan to get out to my place about a quarter of ten or so? You'll stay the night, that's understood. Wonderful! See you then, Amy honey."
Jack Lurton hung up and grinned wolfishly at the prospect of sampling the young call-girl's pussy. He would really go at her hammer and tongs tonight, after getting the brush-off from snooty Theodora.
Idly he wondered whether Laurel Branton had a boyfriend. A redhead like that was bound to have a whole swarm of men around her, like bees around a honeycomb. Just the same, even though he hadn't up to now attempted any fun and games with any of the staff of the agency, he thought he just might make one exception in Laurel's favor. To get on top of that long-legged piece of ass and have her wrap her thighs over his behind and crush that teasing mouth of hers against his as her fingernails dug into his back while he plowed deeply into her tight sheath would make a very delightful evening.
After leaving the office, he treated himself to dinner at La Cheminee, a delightful little French restaurant on Dearborn near Division, and relished a savory canard a la'orange, a bottle of excellent Pouilly Fume, and a chocolate mousse. Thus fortified and feeling the blood tingle pleasantly in his veins, he took a cab to Theodora Ames's apartment.
Ruby and Laurel Branton had already been there and were just leaving. The interview had been extremely brief. Ruby had come right out and told Theodora who she was and who Laurel was, intimating that there were some incriminating letters which could be used in court. Theodora, her hands on her hips, her face flushed with anger, had shouted, "That doesn't mean a thing to me, Mrs. Branton! For all I know, you and that daughter of yours could be a couple of chiselers, just out for money which doesn't belong to you because you happened to read about me. I won't give you a cent, and that's final! Now please get out of here before I call the police."
"Come along, baby," Ruby had said sneeringly to her tall coppery-haired daughter, "we'll see her in court."
"Just go ahead and try!" Theodora blazed, stamping her foot till her bubbies jiggled. "I've got a good lawyer, and you don't have a legal claim at all, unless my father put something in the will, which I very much doubt. Besides, I don't even believe your story. And I think it's filthy of you to dream up this nonsense and blacken the character of a dead man who can't defend himself."
"Oh you do, do you, Miss Ames?" Ruby Branton snarled. "Well, let me tell you something, Miss Rich Bitch. If Donald was only half the man he was with me in bed-and you can see the result here in Laurel-, then I'm sure there's going to be something in the will. But even if there isn't, I'm still going to make you pay for your nasty little insults. My daughter may not have had all the advantages you have, but she's more of a lady than you'll ever be. Goodnight!"
And so, fate, once again watching down from the heavens, smiled as Jack Lurton's cab drew up in front of Theodora Ames's building and discharged the handsome brown-haired advertising executive just at the moment that Ruby and her daughter were emerging from the building lobby.
He paid the cabdriver, uttered a gasp of recognition as he saw the luscious new receptionist come out of the door, and hurried up to her.
"Good evening, Laurel. Could I drop you somewhere?"
"Oh-why, hello, Mr. Lurton. Mama, this is Mr. Lurton, he's one of the big bosses at the place I work."
"I'm pleased to know you, Mr. Lurton," Ruby favored him with a warm smile.
"Do you know somebody in this building?" he pursued out of curiosity.
"Well, yes, you might say that, Mr. Lurton," Laurel's mother smiled. "Miss Theodora Ames."
"You do know her? Well, that's really a coincidence, that is."
"And why is that, Mr. Lurton?"
"Well," he chuckled ruefully, "at one time I had hopes that she'd be my girl."
"The more fool you," Ruby Branton said sarcastically. "You're wasting your time with that one, I can tell you. She's selfish and spoiled and she's a real bitch on wheels."
"It so happens that I agree with you." Jack Lurton chuckled. "Cigarette?"
"Thanks, Mr. Lurton. I'll tell you something in confidence."
"By all means. But let's not stand out here on the street, can I take both of you for a drink somewhere? There are lots of nice bars along Rush Street."
"That's very nice of you, Mr. Lurton. Come along. Laurel dear."
He signalled for a passing cab and a few minutes later they got off at Rush Street near Chicago Avenue and entered one of the attractive niteries in that tourist-frequented area. They were ushered to a table, Jack Lurton ordered a round of drinks, and then he leaned forward and eyed Ruby Branton with more than cursory interest. "Now what's this all about, Mrs. Branton? You say you know Theodora Ames. Just how, if I'm not being too prying?"
"Well, in a way you are, but seeing that you're Laurel's boss and she's already mentioned you and what a nice fellow you are, I don't suppose it'll do any harm to tell you. Especially after what you said about that Miss Ames. You see, her father and I-well you know how it was, we had a fling together some years back. Laurel's his daughter."
"Good God! I begin to get the picture."
"I thought a smart guy like you would, Mr. Lurton. Yes, we read up in Minnesota that Donald Ames got killed in Paris, and I figured that there'd be something in his will for Laurel and me. We've had a hard life up there in a little hick town, and so we thought this was our chance to give Laurel a fresh start in life in a big city."
"She's doing very well at the agency, I can tell you that. Everybody likes her. I do too," he said with a smile in Laurel's direction.
"You're nice, Mr. Lurton. But I'm afraid we're going to have to take that Miss Ames of yours to court. She practically threw us out of her apartment. And she said she wouldn't give us a cent. I've got letters from her father, don't think I haven't."
"Well, I'm not a lawyer, naturally, and I don't know whether you've really got a valid claim. It's possible he might have mentioned you in the will, if he knew you had a daughter."
"Oh he knew all right, I wrote him when I was pregnant, and after Laurel was born. He did send one check, but that was only for about five hundred bucks. Of course he wasn't a millionaire then. But he sure died one, didn't he?"
"Yes he did indeed. And I imagine that Theodora gets something from her mother too."
"Sure. And she's been waited on hand and foot all her life and she's a snot nose, and why there shouldn't be a little something left for Laurel and me after what I went through, if there's any justice-well, you figure it out from there, Mr. Lurton."
"I'm on your side. Personally, I think it would have been a great blessing if Theodora had been born poor. What I'd like to do is whale some sense into her, from behind, if you know what I mean."
"Now that's rich," Ruby Branton grinned, showing excellent teeth for her age. "I like you, Mr. Lurton. You're the sort of man that speaks his mind. I'll speak mine, too. It was all I could do to keep from tearing that hussy's hair off when she called us the names she did, poor Laurel and me."
"Yes, Mr. Lurton, she was real nasty," Laurel confided with an alluring smile.
"Well, that's three of us then who'd like to see Theodora's bottom blistered," he grinned as he beckoned to their pretty waitress for another round of drinks.
"Boy, if I could only get that bitch up in my home grounds and teach her a lesson," Ruby Branton said reflectively.
A diabolical, impossible and yet fascinating plan began to evolve in Jack Lurton's mind. "Like what, for instance? Just pretend you could, how would you go about doing it?" he wanted to know.
"Let me have another one of those nice cigarettes of yours, Mr. Lurton. I'd like to call you Jack."
"Please do, Mrs. Branton. Now what were you thinking about?"
Ruby Branton winked as she leaned forward to accept a light from his silver lighter. Then, leaning back, she blew a series of smoke rings towards the ceiling of the noisy nightclub. "Well, you see, I sort of worked in a hunting lodge up in Minnesota. The fellow who owns it, I just found out when I called back home last night, he's sick and in the hospital. So nobody would be up there. But if I could get Miss Theodora Ames up there. Laurel and me would really whack that uppity ass of hers-excuse my French, Mr. Lurton, will you?-until she saw the light of day and parted with a little of that loot she hasn't got any right to."
"Now that's something I'd like to see. I'd even pay the expenses for it," Jack Lurton said impulsively.
"You would? Well, seeing as how you said you wanted to be her boyfriend, I sort of guess she gave you a raw deal. It wouldn't surprise me any if she was a prick-teaser."
"Mother!" Laurel gasped, turning scarlet.
"You hush up, Laurel honey. Mr. Lurton here is a smart guy, he knows what I mean."
"Mrs. Branton, I couldn't have thought of a better term to describe Theodora Ames than you just did. That's exactly what she is."
"Well," Ruby Branton's lips thinned and her eyes narrowed, "let's suppose we got her up there and I went to work on her. I'd just love to tan her hide good, and then you could take over and make her give instead of take all the time, couldn't you? Of course that's just talking out loud. We could go to jail for something like that."
"Not necessarily. That is if we got her up there and nobody knew about it, and then we worked her over until she agreed to be a nice sweet obedient girl. I might even marry her, and you know the law, a wife can't testify against her husband," Jack Lurton's brain was now working feverishly as he began to cope with the ramifications of Ruby Branton's outlandish scheme.
"Say, I'm sure glad I met you, Mr. Lurton. Maybe you could help. I'd be awfully grateful and so would Laurel. I figure it's sort of the poor darling's birthright. You can have Theodora, all we want is a little of the money."
"That sounds perfectly reasonable. Let's talk it over and make some plans. I can take my summer vacation anytime, Mrs. Branton."
"Call me Ruby, Jack honey. I'm real glad I met you. I'm real glad Laurel went to work for a nice boss like you."
"So am I, Mother," Laurel Branton purred as she cast Jack Lurton a you'll-get-pussy-if-you-keep-that-up look that made him almost wish he hadn't made an assignment with Amy tonight. He would have liked very much to have taken Laurel Branton back to his apartment and found out for himself whether the promise of pussy which that sultry look implied was really on the up and up.
And thus the great conspiracy was born, one which was going to turn Theodora Ames from a rich bitch into a humble and very obedient young lady!
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Darling?"
"Hmmm?" Jack Lurton stretched lazily, rolled over onto his left side to face his beautiful young call girl Amy. They had just enjoyed a furious bout of fucking, his forefinger buried to the hilt inside her dainty, tight bunghole, his other hand squeezing one of her juicy titties, their lips fused together while his prick had traversed the warm confines of her eager cunt.
"You had something on your mind before you came to see me, didn't you, lover?" she murmured, her hand reaching out to fondle his limp cock.
"I won't lie to you, Amy. I was going over to Theodora's place just to find out if she got my flowers. And of all things, I ran into a woman whose daughter happens to have just started working in our agency. It seems that Theodora's daddy had a little affair with the mother and produced a terrific redhead. Apparently they went to see Theodora to get some money from her, and she turned them down flat. I happened to run into them, that's all. That's why I was a little late. But you had my key, and of course you can make it permanent if you want to."
"I haven't decided yet, Jack dear. I do like you very much. And I will say, that since I met you, I haven't gone with very many fellows."
"I'd be happier if you'd give them up altogether and be my steady girl."
"Yes, I know it would be very nice. But I don't think I could. You wouldn't be faithful to me."
"Now what the hell does that mean, Amy?"
"Now don't get mad, dear. You're the one who told me all about this Theodora Ames, remember? You've got her on your mind like an obsession. You've got to get her out of it, and until you do, you won't really be able to concentrate on just one girl. Oh sure, it was wonderful what we just did, but you were fucking her, not me--don't bother to deny it, darling. It was wonderful, just the same. I only wish," here she sighed deeply and looked into his eyes with a wan little smile, "I was the one you had on your mind instead of her. It makes me sort of jealous, even if I am a whore."
"I don't like you calling yourself that, honey. Anyway, I guess you're right. I do have to get Theodora Ames out of my mind. But I've got a little score to settle with her, and maybe that will help do it."
"Do you want to tell me about it?"
"I had better not. It's not the nicest idea in the world, I'll admit. And if you know about it, you might involved. Then, if anything goes wrong, I'd have got you into something that you don't belong in. Let's just say I'd like to teach her a lesson."
"Like maybe taking her over your lap and spanking hell out of her, I suppose?"
"Again you've shown wonderful ESP, Amy girl. That's about the size of it. And I just think that maybe these two women I met a little while ago can help bring that about."
"Now you be careful, Jack Lurton!" Amy said fiercely as she pressed closer to him, and lifted her right leg and put it over his left thigh. Her little hand was still squeezing his prick to life, while her other hand stroked his chest and face. "Even if I know I'm not your girl, I still think a lot about you. And I'd hate for you to get into any kind of trouble just over that spoiled, selfish bitch."
"Don't worry, Amy. I don't propose to do anything I'll get caught at. Leastways, I think it's pretty safe. But if I should be gone for about a week and you don't hear from me, why don't you just stay here and use my apartment as your own? I'll give you enough money so you don't have to take anybody-of course I wouldn't want you to bring any other guy here."
"Jack Lurton! I may be in the life, but I'm not that low! You take that back, the idea, thinking a thing like that about me!" she whispered, giving him an angry look.
"Oh baby, I'm sorry! I didn't mean it the way it sounded. Maybe I'm a little jealous about you too. Anyway, let's forget I said it. I want you right now, honey. You do something to me."
"I know. I remind you of Theodora."
"No." He shook his head. "You're entirely different. You're good and honest and you don't lie awake nights thinking up plain meanness and how to lord it over men. I could even see marrying a girl like you and living an uncomplicated life. But I guess like most men I want something I haven't got, and that's Theodora, not for her money, I've got enough for myself and I'm not a pimp. I wouldn't care if she didn't have a dime. She just twists my guts, that's all."
"I'm going to twist something else right now and make you stop thinking of her," lovely Amy murmured huskily. Her fingers were pulling and caressing and fondling his cock till it was once again erect. Now she guided it to the soft warm pink confines of her cunthole, moving against him, and with a groan he forgot about Theodora Ames-at least for the time being.. . .
Jack Lurton had just about worked out the details of how Theodora Ames could be diverted into having a date with him, from which starting point he would be able to maneuver her out to Ruby Blanton's hideaway hunting lodge. If he just asked for a date, Theodora would of course turn him down and probably hang up on him. The best thing to do was to level with her, to pretend to have some knowledge of what was going on between her and Laurel's mother, and to offer his own services. He had the feeling that if he tried to show Theodora an escape from what appeared to be blackmail, she might just jump at the chance and ask for his help.
True, it would be acting like a Judas, but if somebody didn't do something fast to Theodora, she was going to go on her own merry way, getting worse and worse and richer and richer and riding roughshod over nice people without contributing a thing to the improvement of this the best of all possible worlds.
Ruby Branton had concocted a scheme which would leave him in the clear. "If you can get her into a car, Laurel and I can be hiding in the back seat, Jack," she proposed. "Then I can slip her a mickey or something to knock her out real fast. When she wakes up, she'll be up in Minnesota and she'll think that Laurel and I did it. Then you can come in and be the big hero and save her from a fate worse than death, get the picture?"
It sounded tempting. Perhaps if he were in the role of savior, or a knight in shining armor on a white horse, Theodora might begin to look at him in a new light. At any rate, it was certainly worth trying. The effect she had on him was as if she were gnawing at his vitals, and until he had it out with her, he knew that what Amy had said about him was all too true, that he wouldn't be good for any other woman, ever.
It was Thursday, two days away from the Fourth of July. He had three weeks of vacation coming, and this was as good a time as any to take them. They would be well spent in the pursuit of Theodora Ames' rehabilitation.
So, after work, he went over to a car rental agency and paid down a substantial deposit on a
Buick four-door sedan. That would be the conveyance in which Theodora would be taken to Minnesota and her rendezvous with reality. Now the next step was to get Theodora to get into that car. After dining at Biggs' French Restaurant on North Dearborn, he telephoned Ruby Branton and told her his plan. Laurel's mother was heartily enthusiastic: "Sounds great, Jack! But why don't you try it tonight? Look, if you wait until the Fourth, the highways are going to be full of drivers going places for the holiday, see? I'd just as soon start this thing now as any other time. By the way, I called her again last night, and I got the phone hung up on me in a helluva hurry. I owe her a little extra for the snooty way she's been treating poor little Laurel and me."
"All right. Then I'll meet you and Laurel at your place in about an hour," Jack Lurton quickly decided. "I'll phone my secretary and tell her that I'm going to St. Louis tomorrow to see a potential client, I'll write her a report which she'll get Monday, and then I'll take my vacation. Nothing really doing around the office that can't be handled by a couple of good copywriters. There's only one hitch. What if Theodora won't get into the car with me tonight?"
"Well, you're a big boy, you could knock her out and carry her out of the building, couldn't you?"
"Good God! And suppose a boy in blue happens to be wandering around just about then? No, I'm not an advertising man for nothing, I think I can figure out a way to get her down.
Just leave it to me. But you get something that'll knock Theodora out without hurting her -like maybe chloroform or laudanum."
"I'll have it. Give me about an hour before you come."
"Let's see-that would make it about nine. All right. Then we'll go right over to Theodora's."
At about nine-twenty, Jack Lurton parked the Buick sedan in the parking lot behind the building where Theodora Ames lived. Laurel and Ruby were in the back seat. Luck was with him thus far, because there was hardly any traffic on any of the streets around the building, and the parking lot was just about deserted. He could get Theodora out the back way if he had to, but he really didn't want to hit her. Because then she would know who was behind the whole idea, and Ruby's notion of him being the little hero who would come in and save her at the last minute really appealed to him.
His heart was beating faster than usual as he lit a cigarette, strolled nonchalantly into the building lobby, and rang Theodora's bell.
Her arrogant voice floated through the intercom: "Who is it?"
"It's Jack Lurton, Theodora. I've got some very important news for you."
"I'll bet. Like wanting to take me out and maul me. No, thanks."
"Wait a minute, it's not that at all. I think I can help you."
"Help me, with what?"
"Aren't you being bothered by some woman who wants to shake you down for some money because of your father's indiscretion some years back?" he gambled all on a single throw of the dice.
There was a moment of waiting, and he swore under his breath. If it didn't work, he'd never get to see Theodora. And then suddenly, her voice floated back to him: "All right, come on up!" And then the buzzer sounded to admit entry to the inner door and the elevators.
As the elevator went slowly up to her floor, Jack Lurton rehearsed with himself exactly what he was going to say. He had to make it convincing. He had to get Theodora outside and into the Buick. After that, they would have to play it by ear.
As he approached her door, it opened and Theodora stood framed in the doorway, wearing a white rayon dress, with narrow shoulder-straps that showed off the lovely creamy glory of her chest and just a hint of the bosom valley, as well as her beautifully rounded bare arms. She was wearing clip-on pearl earrings, and her hair was coiffed in an upsweep which made her look extremely haughty. "What's this all about. Jack?" she demanded coldly.
"That shakedown your father's girlfriend wanted to pull on you, that's what, Theodora."
"Well, you're lucky you found me in. I was just getting ready to take a cab to the airport."
"Oh?"
"Yes, I'm going to Acapulco. I need the rest. My nerves have been just terrible ever since my parents died. And I'd like to forget all that, and just get away from things."
'That's a very good idea. But you better listen to me first, because otherwise when you get back, you might find yourself involved in a nasty scandal," he slyly offered.
"Come in for a minute. But only a minute. I'm going to catch a midnight flight."
He thanked his lucky stars that he had decided to pull off the coup tonight instead of waiting until Friday or Saturday. He came in, offered her a cigarette from his pack which she declined, and she sat warily down on a footstool while he stood before her. "Look, I know this is a bad time, but it so happens that the girl who claims to be your father's illegitimate daughter is working at a place I know," he said glibly.
'That's not surprising. She has to have money to live, I suppose, only she isn't going to get it from me, the little bitch," Theodora said nastily. "Is that all your news?"
"Not quite. You see, I have a friend who hired her, and we got to talking, and I found out who she is and what she wants. So I called her and I persuaded her to have some common sense. She's downstairs now, and she says she'll withdraw everything if you'll do her a favor."
"What favor?"
"She said she wants to talk to you. But I gather she's in a sort of obliging mood and I would advise it, Theodora, because even with false charges, a girl like that could make a nasty stink in this town. It wouldn't do you any good to smear your parents' name or yours."
"Well, all right. Look, be a dear and carry down my two suitcases. I'll talk to that bitch and then I'll get me a cab or you can find me one and take me out to the airport."
'That's fair enough." He glanced over at the wall near the door and saw the two suitcases. Theodora rose, went to the closet and took out a fur-trimmed cape. "It might be cool in Mexico," she said casually.
It was going to be very hot for Theodora Ames, and it wasn't going to be Mexico. Jack Lurton felt his pulses pounding now with a kind of exultant triumph. "I think this is a very smart thing on your part, Theodora. It'll be over in a jiffy, and then you can have your vacation without any worries," he told her with an earnest smile.
"I must say, you've taken a lot on yourself prying into my affairs, Jack Lurton," she said nastily as she gave him a stony glare at the door. "But of course, if you can get this bitch off my neck, you'll be doing me a big favor. But don't expect anything from it. If you think you're going to get in bed with me just on the strength of this, you've really wasted your time but good."
"I didn't have any such notion."
"Just so you understand. Come along!" Her manner was that of a great lady contemptuously ordering a lackey about, and he flushed under the whiplash of her contempt. He took a firm grip on the suitcases, followed her to the elevator, and they went down together.
"Where is she?" Theodora Ames haughtily demanded as they went out into the street. "In the parking lot behind the building." "All right, let's get it over with fast!" "Sure thing."
"I don't see how you managed to convince her to give up this nonsense. But I suppose I should be grateful to you," Theodora said with a shrug of her lovely shoulders. "What car is she in?"
'That blue Buick sedan," he gestured to it.
Theodora walked up to the front door of the car, opened it and got in. Laurel was sitting behind the wheel, and she regarded Theodora with a mocking smile: "Hi, Princess. Nice to see you again, I don't think."
"Now you wait a minute, you bitch," Theodora hissed, "if you brought me out here just to insult me, I'll really start a suit of my own. I'll have my lawyer throw you in jail for a lot of things, including blackmail."
"You will?" Laurel giggled.
Theodora was about to speak when suddenly Ruby Branton, who had been crouching behind the front seat, straightened, reached over and clamped a cloth soaked in chloroform over Theodora's mouth and nostrils. A moaning gasp was heard, Theodora raised her hands to the cloth, but Laurel at once caught her wrists. In a few moments, it was all over. The haughty heiress' head slumped forward.
"Great! Help me get her into the back, Mama!" Laurel gleefully exclaimed.
Jack Lurton unlocked the trunk of the Buick, put in Theodora's suitcases, locked the trunk again and aided the two women in lifting the inert body of Theodora Ames into the back seat and laying her on her back on the floor. Then, getting behind the wheel, he called back to Ruby, "You better give me directions on how to get to that little hick town of yours. I've never been to Minnesota."
"Don't worry, Jack, we'll get there. And when we do, I'm going to have lots of fun with that nasty girl who has the name and the money and who doesn't deserve it at all!" Ruby Branton fiercely avowed.
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was really easier than Jack Lurton himself had thought. After he had driven the Buick about four hours, he and Ruby and Branton drove into a motel and were at once assigned to cabins for the night. Once the proprietor had gone back grumblingly to his own bed and to sleep again, Ruby and Laurel opened the trunk of the car and found Theodora groggily regaining consciousness. It was a simple matter for Laurel to gag her while Ruby bound her wrists, and then her ankles. The two women slept in shifts, and about four hours later it was Laurel who crept out to the car, removed the gag from the fuming heiress' mouth and brought her a cup of water and a piece of bread for her primary needs. Also, Laurel showed her a monkey-wrench. And muttered, "If you yell, so help me, I'll brain you, you bitch! Now drink and eat, and by tomorrow we'll be where we're going, and then you can be comfy. If you have to go to the toilet, it's just too damn bad, Princess, you'll have to do it in your dress."
Raging, but nonetheless aware that she was helpless, the haughty brunette patrician accepted the water and bread, was then gagged again and the trunk locked.
Jack Lurton was behind the wheel at six in the morning, and the trio stopped for breakfast at a roadside restaurant where all the truck drivers ate. Forty minutes later, they were again on the highway en route to Minnesota and to the lodge where Ruby and Laurel would keep Theodora Ames their captive and to have no mercy until such time as the "rescue" could be made.
A few hours later, he stopped at a town so that Ruby could buy certain supplies which had already been discussed during the trip. There would be certain articles used for the persuasion of Theodora; hand cuffs such as you could buy in a dime store but which would be strong enough to hold her wrists behind her back; clothes for a little girl which would fit and yet scantily cover the heiress and intensify her humiliation; a dog whip and a dog collar and leash, and several thick straps which could be used for spanking the beautiful black-haired aristocrat.
Late that afternoon, Jack Lurton stopped the car again, turning off onto a dirt road so that Theodora might be given food and drink and where, if she should take it into her head to scream for help, no one could possibly hear her. Once again Laurel did the honors, and it was now evident that the captive was thoroughly frightened and when the trunk door was unlocked and lifted and she perceived the red--haired beauty brandishing the monkey wrench.
"The Princess is going to need a bath, I think," Laurel giggled as she got back into the Buick. "The naughty girl has gone ahead and at least peed, you can be sure of that. I can hardly wait to help give her a rubdown."
"Me either," Ruby Branton fiercely declared. "And that's not all I'm going to give that bitch until she lets my daughter have what's rightfully hers!"
Laurel snuggled next to Jack Lurton, and muttered, "I don't know why you go for a snooty bitch like that, Jack honey, when you could have all the girls you want just by snapping your little finger. Like me, for instance. I'd be better for you than that stuck-up piece."
"Now, Laurel, you hush your mouth," Ruby, in the back seat, directed, having overheard. "Just remember you're still trying to be a lady. The idea, making advances to a man who is practically a stranger."
"You should talk, Mama," her daughter mockingly taunted, looking back and sticking out her tongue," just remember what you and old man Meldish used to do on Friday and Saturday nights, and you even got me into it."
"Laurel, I swear I'll take a strap to you myself if you don't cut out that sort of talk," her mother angrily retorted. "Besides, it's Mr. Lurton's party, because if it wasn't for him, we wouldn't be taking this selfish brat to a safe place where we can work her over and get her to sign that paper that'll put us on easy street."
"That's true, Mama. Just the same, when he gets through with seeing what a little crybaby we're going to make his girl friend turn into, I'll bet he'll go for a girl who's got more guts -like me," Laurel boasted.
Jack Lurton smiled at the redhead. It would' be very easy to go for Laurel Branton in a big way. She had a shape, she had an impertinent and provocative face, and she certainly wasn't a virgin. She had already shown considerable interest in him, and if he wanted her, it wouldn't be hard to get her to say yes about bed and fucking. But somehow this obsession with Theodora Ames pursued him, and he knew that he wouldn't be able to set his mind at rest until he found out one way or another that he could or couldn't have the heiress all for himself, broken in as a slave, willing to obey him, pleading with him to fuck her and to save her.
It was nearly sunset by the time the heavy Buick turned up the dirt road which led by winding stages to the summer hunting lodge of old man Meldish. Laurel and Ruby Branton could hardly conceal their eager anticipation for the pleasures they would have subjugating Theodora Ames, while by now Jack Lurton had mixed emotions. This was, of course, a very definitely criminal act, transporting a captive who originally had been abducted well across the state line. He was staking all on a desperate gamble, and if Theodora held out and refused to give in to her tormentresses and further rejected him as the 'saving suitor," then his goose would be cooked for fair.
And yet the gnawing lust he had for the insolent-featured, creamy-skinned patrician beauty overrode all his common sense and better judgment. And so, once having parked the car in the wooden garage well behind the lodge and hidden by a clump of fir trees, he went on ahead into the lodge to look it over and to determine where Theodora should be kept so that she would not see him until the time had come.
Ruby and her daughter hastily transferred their purchased equipment down into the huge stone basement, well insulated and heated, where they intended to keep Theodora Ames prisoner until she capitulated. There were no windows, and it was beneath ground level, an ideal hiding place indeed. There was only one exit, a heavy metal door with a steel padlock. Ruby Branton had thought of that, because she didn't have the key to it so she had bought a strong padlock in the little town where they had stopped for supplies, and now with a heavy chisel taken from the toolkit of the Buick. Jack Lurton swiftly filed away the catch of the old padlock and substituted Ruby's.
And now everything was in readiness. Jack Lurton went into one of the luxuriously furnished rooms, stretched on the bed, and sighed with anticipation. And Ruby and Laurel proceeded to the transferring of their beautiful captive from the trunk of the Buick down into the cellar which was to be her home until such time as she would sign the document which would share her estate with her illegitimate sister.
Theodora was conscious when the trunk was unlocked and opened, and her stormy eyes glared furiously at the two women who peered down at her with mocking expressions. "Well, Princess, we're here at last," Laurel quipped. "I'll just bet you'll be happy to stretch your legs and get some fresh air. But only for a couple of minutes, bitch. We're going to hide you where nobody can find you, and where you can yell all you want and only we're going to hear you. Come along, Mama, let's lift her out. My, look at that dress! I'll bet our Princess was a naughty girl and did it in her panties-phew, it smells like it too. Well, there's a tub down in the cellar, and we'll fill it with hot water and scrub our Princess good, won't we?"
"Shut up and let's get to work, Laurel," the practical mother growled. She and Laurel reached down and lifted the struggling, tied and gagged brunette from the trunk of the Buick, set her on her feet and then took out the gag.
"This is kidnapping!" Theodora panted, "and you'll go to jail for life for this, if they don't put you to death in the electric chair! Oh, you just wait till I let loose, I'll pay you back for this!"
"Take it easy, Princess, you haven't seen anything yet. So you weren't so comfy, hmmm? Why, that's too bad, that is," Laurel purred. She put out her hand and cupped one of Theodora's titties and then squeezed remorselessly until the beautiful brunette tilted back her face, twisted with pain, and uttered a sobbing groan.
"Leave her be for the time being, Laurel, there's time enough to go to work on her once we get her bedded down for the night. Me, I'm bone-tired, and I need some chow and a good soaking bath," Ruby Blanton declared.
"All right. Come along. Princess, that's a good bitch!" Laurel sneered. Standing behind the haughty patrician, she put her left hand to the scruff of Theodora Ames's neck, her slim fingers dug into it, and then she supplied a sadistic pinch to one of Theodora's asscheeks through the young woman's elegant white rayon dress, the slip beneath and the panty girdle which clung to and shaped out the voluptuous curves of the heiress' sumptuous ass.
"Oww, you red-haired bitch, I'll pay you back for that!" Theodora yelled, twisting and trying to walk. But since her ankles were tied, she stumbled and nearly fell flat on her face, if it hadn't been for Laurel and Ruby who seized her by the shoulder and, their hands under her armpits, hustled her into the lodge and then down the stone steps leading to the cellar.
They forced her down the steps, and then Ruby looked around quickly, once she had turned on the light switch, to determine just where they should leave Theodora for the night. "There's the perfect place," the attractive mother of red-headed Laurel decided, pointing to a round stone post in the middle of the cellar. "Get some of those ropes-wait, we'll use the handcuffs on her wrists, fixing them behind her back. Then we can put a rope around her waist and another around her knees, and one around her chest, and she'll never get loose."
"No! For God's sake don't leave me down here all night long in the dark tied up like that, I hurt already from that horrible ride, please," Theodora Ames groaned.
"Well, Mama, whaddya know! She actually said please, like the Miss Rich Bitch she is," Laurel mimicked applying another pinch to Theodora's shapely ass. A anguished squeal broke out as the young woman struggled again but uselessly. Both Laurel and Ruby forced her toward the pillar, and while Laurel got the handcuffs and prepared to apply them. Ruby took a jackknife and cut Theodora's wrist bonds, pointing the knife right at the patrician heiress' creamy throat: "Just you make one move to escape, you bitch, and I'll slit you down to your belly," she warned. "Now then, stand up against-that's it. Now stick your arms around it-Laurel, grab her wrists and put the handcuffs on fast!"
"I've got'em on Mama!" Laurel called triumphantly as she clicked them tightly.
In this pose, the black-haired twenty-year-old heiress was really magnificently tempting, and it was understandable that Jack Lurton should at least for the time being lose control of his better judgment. The white dress shaped her out, and with its narrow straps left most of her shoulders bare and the lovely neck with the creamy skin which was exposed down to the valley of her titties. The flushed face and the wide, dark-brown humid eyes, all told of Theodora Ames's fright in a situation the like of which she never before faced. She was slim indeed, about five feet six inches in height, but that slimness was deceptive. For her titties were high-perched on her chest, round and gloriously firm, closely spaced, the nipples straining against the tight bra. And in this pose which dragged her arms behind her back and arched her bosom forward, that magnificent bosom was all the more suggestive and vulnerable. From her narrow waist, there flared lithe hips, long but beautifully rounded thighs and saucily turned calves. Her bottom cheeks were round, but compactly set and with a very narrow crease between them. The whiteness and creaminess of her skin were absolutely mouthwatering. And only Theodora knew that she had a tiny love-mark high on her inner thigh near her pussy, an ovalshaped brown birthmark. When Laurel and Ruby discovered it, it would be target of much taunting torment indeed!
Quickly Ruby and Laurel lashed lengths of rope around their captive's knees, waist and chest. Then both of them snickered as they stood contemplating their captive, and saw the telltale moist patch at the crotch, indicating that Theodora Ames, the vaunted and beautiful and untouchable heiress, had actually been forced to urinate in her panty girdle because she hadn't had a chance to go to the toilet during this ride from Chicago to the tiny Minnesota hamlet and the hunting lodge.
"Should we give her some supper. Mama?" Laurel wanted to know.
"Time enough for that after we've had ours. Come on, get on upstairs, Laurel baby. I'm bushed."
"You won't get away with this, I swear you won't! When I get hold of Mr. Donahue, he'll make sure you go to jail for life, the very least that will happen to you," Theodora cried hysterically.
"Nightie-night, Princess," Laurel giggled. Then she walked up to the squirming heiress, drew back her right hand and slapped Theodora Ames as hard as she could across the left cheek. The young woman's head rocked back and bumped against the stone post, and a cry of both pain and indignation rose at once from the captive. "Sweet dreams. Princess! Turn out the light, Mama. I hope she has nightmares down here, and I hope the rats and snakes get her good!"
"Ohhh, no, don't leave me like this!" Theodora wailed.
But only the mocking laughter of the two women answered her, as, with the light turned out, she was left there in the cool blackness of the cellar of the old hunting lodge . . .
Jack Lurton discovered that Ruby Branton was an excellent cook, and it was also pleasant to lounge on the comfortable, wide couch on the main floor of the hunting lodge while attractive Laurel brought him supper on a tray. He noticed her glancing at him, from time to time, with a wry little smile on her lips, and he felt his prick responding to her appeal. She had a raw, sensual lure to her, and it would be exciting to bang her just once, he told himself.
They decided to turn in early, so as to get a good night's sleep for the long drive had been wearying and fatiguing. He fell asleep at once, but it wasn't a deep sleep. He seemed to feel something touching him, and he wakened with a start a little after midnight only to feel a soft warm hand cover his lips and a husky voice whisper, "Shut up, you big lummox. There's room enough on this couch for both of us. Mama's sound asleep in old man Melish's bedroom, and I couldn't sleep."
"Laurel, what the hell are you doing?" he whispered back.
"You sap, can't you guess? Put your hand out and feel me," she teasingly invited.
He did so, and his hand encountered only the gossamer sheerness of a nylon nightie. It was black, and Laurel had purchased it for herself in that same little town where they had stopped for supplies-though her mother hadn't seen her quickly go round an aisle, pick it out, drop it into a bag and hand it quickly to a clerk with the money for it.
"Laurel!" he gasped.
"That's me all right, big boy. Now I don't say I'm going to try to vamp you away from that bitch downstairs, but I'll bet you I can give you a honking out that you'll remember a long time, better than she'll ever do," Laurel whispered with a contemptuous arrogance to her voice. At the same moment, she pulled aside the blanket and slithered onto the couch beside him. Then she turned on her left side towards him, slipping her left arm round his neck while her right hand ran down his chest and moved to the waistband of his pajamas.
He didn't fight it. As a matter-of-fact, he had been dreaming a little about Theodora, and it was all he could do, indeed, to keep from going downstairs and gloating over her downfall. As a result, the moment Laurel's fingers finally touched the crotch of his pajama pants, she encountered his rigid prong.
"Ohoooh, you're nice and ready, aren't you? That's just what I need, a good poking, lover," she breathed.
"I'm not promising you anything, Laurel, just remember that," he whispered back hoarsely.
"I know it, you sap! Don't you think a girl gets urges just like a man every so often? What I need now is a good hard prick, and I don't care if you're white, black, red or indifferent, so long as you've got it up for me. Now do you want to get fucked or not?" she said fiercely.
"When rape is inevitable, I guess I might as well relax and enjoy it," he joked. But he didn't feel like joking, because his voice was unsteady. And Laurel was already unbuttoning the pajama pants and taking his prick out and nuzzling it in her soft palm, her long slim fingers playing along the shaft, the thumb and forefinger pinching very lightly the agonizedly taut plum-shaped head of his ramrod.
At the same moment, sinuously, she wriggled away from him, hoisted up her nightie, and then in a flash had mounted over him, and he could feel her hairy slit rubbing against his agonizingly rigid prick. "Pretend it's Theodora, if that'll make you any happier, big boy," she breathed invitingly, her tongue maddeningly flicking inside his ear.
With a groan of despair, Jack Lurton surrendered to the inevitable. His hands felt for, found and sank into her resilient, firm asscheeks, and it was Laurel's turn to groan with delight. Now she put her left hand between their bodies, and with thumb and forefinger widened her cunt-hole to admit him. Then she arched and squirmed until she had made contact, and then with a groan of delight, sank down to feel him impale her as he arched forward and upward into her to his very balls. Her arms at once locked under his shoulders, and her mouth came down hard on his. Their tongues lashed together in a feverish friction of fucking prelude, and he felt his blood boiling and bubbling.
She could feel the pulsations of his cock deep inside her warm tight sheath, and he in turn could feel the contractions of her cunt walls. They lay thus, in a kind of greedy prologue, awaiting that blazing moment when they could coalesce their mutual desires. She knew very well that he wasn't fucking her, but Theodora; well, he didn't know it, but she was fucking him, because if Theodora didn't pan out for him, she'd be just as happy to take her place--and she could do a helluva better job that that black-haired bitch ever would know how to do.
He wasn't surprised to find that Laurel wasn't a virgin. Yet she was wonderfully tight, and he could feel her cunthole squeezing every inch of his blade from tip to balls as he lingered inside of her, feeling himself grow stronger by the moment. He felt as if he could fuck a legion of beautiful naked women now.
"You lie still and let me do all of the work, baby," she breathed once again flicking her tongue into his ear. Then slowly she began to arch up and down, sucking in her breath at the exquisite sensations which this friction procured her. She was careful not to let his cockhead slip out of her cunt, but she would daringly arch up until he was very nearly out, till the tip of his whang was just rubbing inside the lips of her vulva, and he could feel her twitching spasms and hear her sobbing little gasps as she grew more and more excited.
His hands had grabbed her hips now, steering her. He could feel the pounding of her big pear-shaped titties, as she mashed them down against his chest, her body writhing and wriggling as they neared the crux of ecstasy. Her tongue daggered his mouth, and all of a sudden he felt a yell of triumph surging up in him, as his body exploded and he felt her quake against the lashing jet of his vital essence.
They lay a long moment thus entangled, and finally Laurel whispered huskily, "Oh, honey, you won't get poking like that from Theodora Ames, I'm here to tell you, you won't. Why don't you just take it out on the bitch and have me for your girl, Jack lover?"
"That's an unfair question to pose to a man after something like this, Laurel," he whispered wanly. "I told you, I've got to get her out of my system. It was good, now you go back to bed and dream about it. You'll meet the right guy for you someday."
"I've got him right here between my legs, honey," Laurel insisted with a soft little giggle as he slipped off the couch and rolled her nightie down. "Just for that, I'm going to give Miss Rich Bitch an extra-hard licking tomorrow, see if I don't. Goodnight, and I hope you can't sleep all night long because you're dreaming of me, you handsome bastard you!"
Brown-haired, blue-eyed wiry Jack Lurton groaned softly. He had a feeling that Laurel's hope was going to be all too painfully realized in fact.
CHAPTER NINE
Ruby Branton was up about seven-thirty in the morning, cheerfully making breakfast, humming to herself, for it was a beautiful day, the sun was hot, but the lodge was protected by clumps of fir and spruce trees, and by thick grass and hedges, so it was generally cool most of the time. The same trees protected it in winter from the heavy snows and blizzards. There had been times, she recalled, when old man Meldish had staged a rip-snorting party, a real wingding, when she'd have to stay from Friday morning till Tuesday morning, because they'd just about been snowbound and his four male guests had wanted all the pussy they could get. She'd taken on all five men, although of course by then old man Meldish wasn't really up to it much anymore. Just the same, that had been one hell of a weekend. And now, it was going to be a different kind of weekend, one that boded no good for haughty Theodora Ames.
Laurel was up, chipper and happy, for the violent fucking she had secretly enjoyed with Jack Lurton had given her back her happy spirits. Now, of course, she had the added zest of looking forward to the session with their captive.
Jack had taken himself a shower and shaved, and put on his slacks and blouse and hunting boots. The plan was that he would stay upstairs, and let the two women work Theodora over until she was just about at the breaking point. Then he'd save her. At the moment, his sexual itch was relieved, because he had just about been feverish last night with Laurel. She was like a snake in bed, slithering and wriggly, her body hot and knowing, her cunt tight and possessive till it tortured every drop out of his prick. There wasn't any doubt that she would make a terrific mistress, the kind who would keep a man humping all the time. Between her and Amy, there were contrasts too, just as with Theodora. Amy was more gentle but perhaps in some ways more surrendering. Laurel was fierce and primitive, almost like an Indian squaw who fought for her mate.
"I think we ought to strip Theodora bare like a worm, Mama, so we can work her over easier," Laurel was saying in the kitchen as she finished the last of her coffee. "I'm going to take her tray down right now. Eggs and bacon and toast and coffee? Hey, Mama, that's too much for a bitch like her."
"You're not going to starve her to death, baby, not if you want to get money from her. You know the old saw about not getting blood from a turnip."
"I'll get blood out of her ass when I take a switch to it," Laurel savagely replied, grabbing the tray and giving her mother a hostile look.
"Simmer down. I know what's eating you, baby. You've got your cap set for Mr. Lurton, that's what. Well, you could do lots worse. He's a fine gentleman and he's a man, too. But don't you go sampling him before we get this thing over with, baby. We're still poor trash, and he could throw you aside just like you pay off a whore and send her away," Ruby warned.
Laurel giggled to herself as she went down the steps to the basement. She didn't see that it was any of Mama's business telling what she had done last night on the couch. And Mr. Lurton hadn't fucked her like any gentleman, he'd given her everything he'd got, she could tell.
Theodora Ames had spent a sleepless night. Her eyes were haggard, bloodshot, and her head drooped, for the ropes around her had lashed her upright to the post. Her wrists were chafed from the cheap nickel handcuffs, but they held fast and she couldn't break loose.
"Good morning, Princess," Laurel cheerfully exclaimed as she set down the tray. And she pulled over a stool and sat down on it, took up the tray, put a spoon in the eggs and held them to Theodora's mouth. "You better eat, you'll need your strength today, Princess."
Theodora thought better of it, because it smelled wonderful. She was ravenous with hunger. And she turned scarlet with humiliation as Laurel mockingly fed her spoonful by spoonful, holding the cup of coffee to her lips, all the while slyly menacing her with all sorts of threats: "That's right, eat up every bite! Yes, honey, you're sure going to need your strength today I'm going to strip you down and see what makes you tick, Theodora. So I'm your sister, but you can't expect any mercy from me. I'm going to take a switch to your tits, too. Maybe even between your legs. I'll bet you're cherry, aren't you, Theodora? Well, I'm not, and I know how to use my pussy, which is more than you can say for yours. From what I hear, you're quite a prick-teaser."
"Oh for God's sake, shut up," Theodora groaned, tears of humiliation running down her cheeks.
But the food had done her good, color had come back into her wan face; still, her eyes looked fearfully at Laurel who now rose from the stool, set down the tray, and advanced, her lips grim with purpose.
"Oh no-what are you going to do-oh stop -you're hurting me-don't tear it off-oh God -stop it-help me, somebody, help me!" Theodora screamed.
Laurel had begun to attack the elegant white dress. Disregarding the ropes which wound round over the chest and waist and knees of the victim, she had attacked the fine fabric with her slim fingers, ripping and tearing here, and the slip beneath it, so that soon patches of white creamy skin appeared.
"You look like a rag doll, Miss Rich Bitch," she taunted. "I think I'll take off a couple of the ropes, you can't get loose. Then I can really peel you down in style."
So saying, she took the jackknife which her mother had left in the kitchen and which she had brought down with her, sawed away at the ropes binding Theodora Ames' waist and chest, leaving only the one rope around the captive's knees. "Now let's see how you look when you're raw, baby," she grinned.
Once again she began to rent and tear, and Theodora writhed and shrieked in vain. The gown was torn off in tatters, and the slip with it. Theodora's bubbies, panting in turbulence, rose and fell against the thin bra. And that too was ripped away, leaving the horrified heiress, her face scarlet, her eyes huge with terror and shame, in only her panty girdle, hose and pumps.
"You've got real nice knockers, Princess," Laurel purred sadistically as she slowly approached. She cupped Theodora's bubbies, pressing with her palms till the young woman squirmed and groaned in discomfort as she felt herself flattened back against the hard stone. Then, lifting her hands up, Laurel slapped the firm round titties, stinging the dark-coral areolae, flattening the pert tips of those love-tidbits which were Theodora Ames' virgin nipples.
"I bet you wish you had a man do this to you, don't you, baby? Never mind, before I'm done with you, you'll crawl at my feet and beg for a girl-fucking," Laurel hissed, her eyes dancing with malice and sensuality. It was on the tip of her tongue to taunt Theodora with the conquest she had made last night, but of course that would give the game away.
"You hateful, wicked girl, how could you possibly be my sister, by any degree of blood?" Theodora panted.
The next moment her head rocked from a vicious slap which Laurel's right palm smashed against her left cheek, reddening it angrily. "You keep your filthy remarks to yourself, Miss Rich Bitch! Just for that I'm going to give you a little tittie-spanking!" the redhead promised. Squatting down, she picked up one of the short leather straps which Ruby Branton had found in a store in a little town where they had stopped the day before. Then, brandishing it, she planted herself at the victim's left, raised the strap slowly, her lips bared to show her fine strong white teeth. "Get ready for it, baby," she promised. And even as Theodora, sick with fear and shuddering agony, pressed herself back against the stone post with all her strength, the strap swept out with a wicked Thwackkk! to bite above the upper curve of the left tittie, and Theodora's mouth gaped in a plaintive cry of pain.
"That's right, yell all you want, Princess! Then I'll know I'm hurting you. And wait till Mama gets down here, she'll really make you sign that paper and give us half your money!"
"I'll die before I'll give anything to you, you cruel hateful bitch!" Theodora groaned. Thwackkk! Twice more the strap sung its song of violence, smacking with a loud, obscene noise, first on the right tittie, then on the left.
Theodora, mad with pain, tilted back her head till she bumped it against the stone post, yanking at the cheap but resisting handcuffs which locked her wrists behind her back and forced her to thrust out those panting naked titties. On the creamy epidermis, the angry, darkening marks of the strap rose lasciviously.
A fourth lash now cut right down the valley, from the collarbone between the bubbies, and Theodora yelled aloud with pain.
"That's right, yell baby, yell! You've never had anything like this before in all your life, have you? I'll bet you've never even been spanked on that big bare ass of yours? Well, we've got lots of time up here, nobody's going to come for months, because old man Meldish is sick. We're going to have a lovely time with you, Princess," Laurel licked her lips.
And then, setting her teeth, she drew back the strap and slashed it four or five times across Theodora's waist, the last cut being right over the waistband of the white Lycra panty girdle.
Now that two of the ropes had been cut off and the only rope remaining was round Theodora's knees, she had more freedom of movement. Her body jerked and twisted, her naked back grinding against the cold stone post. Her cries of agony resounded, and Laurel paused, panting, her eyes glistening with lustful joy.
"I think I want you naked, Princess. I wonder if you're still cherry. Let's find out, shall we?" she cooed.
Casting aside the strap, she approached the shuddering, sobbing victim, and began to wrench at the fasteners of the white clinging sheath. Theodora screamed and cried for mercy, but Laurel was now vengefully determined to wreak all the torment she could on her illegitimate sister's helpless, naked, creamy body.
She tore the sheath away at last, ripping off even the stocking tabs from the fine charcoal-brown nylons, and left Theodora Ames naked except for those hose and her pumps. The thick crisp triangle of black cunt fur stood out like a beacon of inviting entry at the very peak of those shuddering, lithe thighs.
"Now let's see, darling," Laurel purred. Putting her left hand to Theodora's right tittie and sinking her fingernails into the panting flesh, she approached her right forefinger towards the hairy orifice, while Theodora, her eyes glazed with tears, huge and exorbitant stared frantically down at the approaching digit and tried to shrink herself back against the unyielding cold stone post.
In vain, she closed her eyes and uttered a sobbing groan of supreme mortification as she felt Laurel's finger probe between the twitching lips of her maiden cunthole, and at last lodge up against her cherry, proof of her maidenhead.
"Just like I thought, cherry," Laurel sniffed disgustedly. Then, she applied a sadistic pinch to the larger lips of that dainty pink virgin twat, and then another to the inside of Theodora's thigh, and in so doing she perceived the dainty and suggestive birthmark.
"Ohhh ahwwrrr! ! Oh don't, you horrible girl, you filthy bitch, you, oh stop it!" Theodora screamed in desperate pain.
Tears ran down her cheeks now, and she yanked savagely at the handcuffs, but she could achieve nothing. Her bubbies jiggled with her effort, and now her body was damp with her own agony-sweat and with her fear.
"That'll do for a starter, Princess," Laurel finally announced, breathing hard, her eyes half-slitted by her lowered lids. "You can rest up and just think what else we're going to do to you until you sign that paper. Wait till after lunch, until after Mama's rested. Then we'll really work on you, bitch. Bye-bye now, honey, and think of us."
Then, drawing back her right palm again, Laurel stepped forward and delivered a furious slap to the beautiful brunette heiress' cheek, rocking Theodora's head back against the stone once more. And even as the captive cried out in pain and indignation. Laurel burst into mocking laughter and strode out of the basement up the stairs, locking the door behind her.
CHAPTER TEN
While Laurel Branton went up the stairs, Theodore Ames frantically tried to free herself. Laurel hadn't replaced the ropes, leaving only the one around her knees and the handcuffs which still continued to lock around her slim wrists and to force her arms to round and behind the stone post in a way that thrust out her beautiful full creamy-skinned, dark-nippled titties. Perspiring, scarlet with mortification at the humiliating and painful ordeal she had just experienced from Laurel, the black-haired heiress began again to struggle against her bonds. It was true that Laurel had locked the door to the cellar, and there wasn't any window around so far as she could see. But if she could only get free!
Then an idea came to her. These handcuffs were of cheap metal, and constant twisting of the short chain-link which connected them night well break it off. She tried tentatively to lift her arms and to lower them, and finally saw that she was able to rub the chain back and forth against the stone. New energy flooded her, and with all her might she began to attempt this friction which might wear off the metal, weaken the links and so allow her to break free.
Half an hour of sawing, and she felt a kind of yield to the handcuffs. With all her might she yanked at them, though the pain it cost her in her wrenched shoulder muscles drew a stifled cry of agony. At last they had broken loose. Now for the rope. That was all. She reached behind her, feeling for the knots. Trying to shift her legs, she managed at last to loosen the rope just enough so that she could slip it down. And now she was free.
Heedless of her nudity, she ran to the door and yanked at it, then groaned to find it locked. Desperately she looked around, but there was absolutely nothing, no way of egress except this one door. Then she saw a small piece of wood, heavy enough to be used as a club. She seized it, and stationed herself behind the door and waited.
Up the stairs. Laurel was boasting to her mother how she had made Theodora cringe and crawl. "Go on down and see her, Mama, you won't recognize Miss Rich Bitch," she urged. "Take her a little food, and maybe you ought to let her go to the toilet. She'll sure need a change of clothes-I just about ripped them all off."
"Everything in due time, honey. Matter of fact, I was going down right now to get her a glass of water. You come along, just in case."
"Oh Mama," Laurel irritatedly said, as she wanted to make some time with Jack Lurton in her mother's absence, "for heaven's sake, she can't get loose!"
"Don't you be so sure, Laurel. You figured that maybe old man Meldish might take such a imagine to your pussy that he'd put a ring on your finger. Well, you see he didn't. You don't even know if he put you in the will, and I don't either, so far as that's concerned. All right, let's go"
Down below, crouching in the darkness, Theodora waited, her breath coming quickly as she heard footsteps down the stairway. She heard the lock being drawn, and then the door pushed open. Ruby Branton reached for the light switch but at that same moment, Theodora in her over-eagerness struck with her piece of wood at Ruby's hand. It was a glancing blow, just off the joint where the thumb began at the hand, but it was painful. Ruby let out a yowl, and cried out, "Laurel, the bitch has got loose, get her!"
"I sure will, Mama!" Laurel snarled. She was down the stairs in a jiffy, and while Theodora in committing herself had lurched forward and was still off balance, she seized the heiress by the hair and flung her down on her back heavily. The wind was knocked out of Theodora and she groaned and sprawled there.
Laurel seized the club and lifted it, then thought better of it. "I'll give you licks, you whore," she snarled. "But first, you're going to be naked as a worm, not even your stockings.
Help me with her, Mama!"
In a few moments, the two women had stripped Theodora naked as the day she came into this best of all possible worlds, and dragged her, Laurel by the hair and Ruby by one arm, over to a wooden sawhorse in the far corner of the cellar. They tied her down over it, and Laurel and Ruby proceeded to bind the heiress' wrists and ankles and finally another rope around her waist. Then Laurel hurried up the stairs and came back with a pail full of cold water, which she doused rudely and violently into Theodora's face.
"Wh-ouf-aghhhh-oh G-God!" the brunette beauty chokingly gasped, as she shook her head, and then realized her predicament.
"So, you tried to break my arm, you little sneak." Ruby Branton hissed, her left hand energetically rubbing her bruised thumb joint. "I'll pay you back for that, don't you worry."
"Let me do it, Mama," Laurel begged. Then she hurried over and whispered something into Ruby's ear. The handsome matron giggled and then nodded: "That sounds great, and I want to see it. Tell her. Laurel."
"All right, Princess," Laurel now pulled off her dress, under which she wore only a bra and panty set, garter belt and tan nylon hose and sandals. "Theodora baby, Mama and I know you're cherry. But I'm laying odds that even if you are, you know how girls play together. First, though, I'm going to see if you've been a good girl until now."
"Don't you dare touch me, I warn you," Theodora yelled as she tried to struggle, twisting and squirming. But of course these movements only rubbed her cunthole against the sharp ridge of the sawhorse, and she uttered another cry of pain and discomfort as she realized what was happening. Her teeth chattering with fury and helpless hatred, her face twisted back over her shoulder, she watched as Laurel gleefully squatted down and put her forefinger towards the pink gape of Theodora's distended cunthole. Then she yelled and arched up as Laurel's finger probed inward, and in that movement, which arched her off the ridge for a moment, Laurel was able to dig the tip of her finger up to the very barrier of bliss.
"Well, we won out on that, Mama. She really is cherry. Now let's find out if she's gone the girlie route. You spank her, and I'll get her ready for me-this way!" So saying, she moved to the front of the sawhorse, slipped down her panties and, standing with her hands on her hips and her legs spread widely, showed the horrified and shamed black-haired heiress the thick dark-red bush of her provocative cunt. "Now then, Princess," she continued, "Mama is going to lay it to you until you start gamming me. Do you know what that means, Theo girl?"
"Don't you call me that, you-you-you illegitimate bastard you!" Theodora Ames wailed.
Then she wailed again, and this time wildly and prolongedly, for Ruby Branton had found a long thin lath, about three-eights of an inch thick and about two inches wide, and she had lifted it surreptitiously and suddenly brought it down with all her might across the ripest curves of Theodora Ames's jutting naked ass-cheeks.
It left a vivid red splotch, a bar of burning anguish against the creamy skin.
"That's what I mean, Theo," Laurel taunted, stepping a little closer so that she practically had her pussy curls pressed against Theodora's scarlet face. "Mama is going to put the wood to your ass until you start doing what I tell you to, hear? Go it it, Mama!"
"Oh cut out calling me that Mama stuff," Ruby Branton disgustedly groaned. "Hell, I ain't that old. And I know why you're trying to make out that you're a child, baby, you've got eyes for Mister-"
"Mamaaa!! ! " Laurel's voice rose in a screech, frantic at the thought that Ruby might reveal the name of the man who had engineered the kidnapping of haughty Theodora Ames.
Happily, Ruby Branton remembered just in time. "Shut my big mouth," she said, gulping and turning red. "I guess I plumb forgot myself that time. Anyhow, you know what I mean, and it still goes. All right, Princess, I've waited a long time, and I could have been your real Mama if your Dad hadn't been such a stinker. And boy, if I'd really been your Mama, I'd have given you many a walloping before this, from all I hear about you. Now get ready."
Saying this with relish, she raised the lath and brought it down with a sonorous thwack, letting it bounce vertically over Theodora's right ass-cheek. A wail of pain ensued, as did Theodora Ames's involuntary wriggling, which of course only served to grind her tender cunt against the sharp ridge of the wooden saw-horse.
"I'm ready whenever you are, Princess," Laurel taunted.
"You-you-g-go to h-hell," the brunette captive tearfully panted, grinding her teeth and closing her eyes, determining to hold out against this humiliating but painful spanking.
"She's being real brave, Ruby," Laurel jeered. She moved a little closer now until the thick dark-red curls of her pussy tickled Theodora's nose. With a cry of revulsion, the naked black-haired captive twisted her face away, panting, "You filthy bitch, you just wait, you just wait till I get loose, I'll kill you both!"
"My, isn't she fierce, Mama! Lam into her good and change her tune," Laurel called.
"I'll lam you, if I hear you call me Mama just once more," Ruby Branton warned. She rolled up the sleeves of her brown cotton dress to get more action, and then, deciding impulsively, pulled it off altogether. She too, like her daughter, wore a bra but also a panty girdle, with smoke-colored colored nylons and sandals. "Now I'm ready for action," she pronounced as she resumed hold of the lath. Raising it high, suspending it over the creamy behind, she brought it down with an angry thwack, dancing it against the ripest curves of both shuddering asscheeks. Theodora had to grip her teeth to keep from yelling out, but all the same the sudden fiery shock made her jerk forward, rubbing her cunt torturously against the sharp ridge. Gasps and moans exuded from her panting lips, but she remained defiant.
Now Ruby began to spank in earnest. Alternating on the cheeks and proceeding vertically, first down the center of one and the center of the other, then to the left of one globe and then to the left of the other, then to the right and so on, seeing that every part of that beautiful protruding posterior received its full share, she made the cellar reverberate with the characteristic sound of thin pliant wood on bare girl-flesh, Thwack-whackk-whackkk! Theodora Ames, twisting her face this way and that, fought the tears that sprang to her eyes, and fought also the yells that sprang to her panting mouth. She was able to endure about twenty such spanks until she cried out, for one pinched the inner edge of the left buttock very near to the distended shadowy crease which separated her hindquarters, and it stung atrociously. Jerking forward with a yell, she again chafed the lips of her tender virgin cunthole.
"I'll make you game me, Princess!" Laurel finally exasperatedly declared. Plunging her fingers into Theodora's tumbled black hair, she yanked at it and pressed the flushed, tear-stained and congested face of the captive right up against her muff. "Now eat me!" she hissed. "Give it to her, Ruby, bleed that ass of hers, make her do it!"
"Trust me, baby," Ruby panted, her body now glistening with sweat. She broke the lath over her knee, and thus had a stick a little more than ruler-long. But this was for closer-range work. And now, coming up close to the sawhorse and putting her left palm on the small of Theodora's naked back, she forced the groaning captive right down against the ridge, torturing her cunthole as, raising the spanker high, she brought it down horizontally over the top of Theodora's right bottom globe.
"Ahrrr, oh God, kill me instead and get it over with!" Theodora wailed.
But Laurel, arching forward, stifled that outcry with her own thick pussy fur, and Theodora twisted her face away again in revulsion, crying out, "I won't, you can kill me but I won't do that!"
"Go in, I bet you did it in school with all the girls," jeered Laurel. Once again Ruby brought down the lath, on the other bottom-cheek. Theodora's body arched convulsively, and a wailing sob escaped her. Savagely Laurel yanked at her hair, mashing her face against her dark red-fleeced cunt, hissing, "Suck it, kiss it, eat me, bitch! I'll have Ruby rip the hide off that big ass of yours, Princess, if you don't!"
Jack Lurton, pacing the floor, was smoking cigarette after cigarette. Laurel and Ruby hadn't bothered to lock the cellar door when they had come down to find out how their captive and doing and when Theodora had made her ill-advised though almost lucky break. Consequently, he could hear the heiress' cries and the stinging whacks of the springy wooden lath as it continued to make impact with Theodora's naked bottom, so unprotected and vulnerable and so temptingly distended and proffered by the pose of the sawhorse. His cock was rigid now, his balls were bursting with venom, and his eyes blazed. It was all he could do to keep from going downstairs and "saving" Theodora Ames then and there. But he waited, knowing that as a voluptuary he would glean far more delights by prolongation. Besides, it was a little too quick, and Theodora might suspect that he was in cahoots with the Brantons.
Nevertheless, he had to close his eyes and dig his nails into his sweating palms to keep from running down the stairs on impulse to the sobbing cries, the moans, the feverish wails and hysterical screams which Theodora Ames now gave vent to as Ruby, infuriated by the captive's stoicism, rained down a veritable barrage of spanks all over the once creamy bottom cheeks. They were an angry red now, contracting and spasming convulsively and uncontrollably, and the pain was not only bad enough in itself, but the constant chafing and rubbing of Theodora's virgin cunthole over the sawhorse ridge became a new agony and martyrdom for her.
Ruby was out of breath and sweating, as she lowered the half of the broken lath which she had used as a spanker. "She sure is stubborn," she panted. "I've gotta have a rest. Boy, her ass is red as a tomato, like a Minnesota sunset!"
"I'll take over," Laurel announced. "We'll make her do it to you, Ruby!
"Say now, that might be fun," Ruby giggled. She began to wriggle out of her panty girdle, first unhooking the tabs to her stockings, and slipped out of the sheath entirely. Now in just stockings and sandals and bra, despite being past forty, she was indeed a voluptuous and handsome woman. Tall, with dark-brown hair on her comely head circled in a coronet braid that made her look even more autocratic and domineering, her equally dark-brown eyes glistened with sensual lust. Her body was suntanned all over, except for her nipples and a tiny bikini strip around her pussy where, in the past, before coming to Chicago to track down Theodora Ames, she had sunbathed on the roof of the lodge, lying on a blanket, knowing that there were few planes overhead. She had high-perched, closely spaced small titties, but they were pointed and firm, and the nipples were dark, the aurolae brownish-coral. There was a thick, shaggy fleece of very dark-brown hair which covered her cunt, and her buttocks were almost sinewy, oval-shaped and very tightly spaced with a very narrow crease between them. She represented sensuality and cruelty combined, and she would appeal to a "femme" who yearned for a dominant woman who would take the male role over her. Even her daughter, who had a magnificent body and creamy skin like Theodora Ames, looked at her enviously and shook her head: "You sure are something yet, Ruby!"
"I wish he'd come down here," Ruby giggled suddenly and coquettishly, glancing at the ceiling. Laural put a warning finger to her lips and shook her head violently.
"Don't you worry, I know what to say and what not to say. Now then, let's see if Theo would rather have me instead. After all, I could have been her own mama. That would make it sort of incest, wouldn't it, Princess?" Ruby Branton giggled as she stepped to the head of the sawhorse and, leaning down, twisted her fingers in the black glossy disheveled hair of the sobbing naked captive.
Then she gave Theodora's hair a cruel yank as she hissed, "Now you just do what I told you to do, Princess, or you'll be a sorry bitch!"
With a cry of pain, Theodora had to arch forward because of the cruel traction on her hair. As she did so, her mouth and nose rubbed against Ruby's cunt, and at the same time, Laurel, searching for some new weapon whereby to agonize the naked young woman, saw a pair of pliers lying rusty and abandoned on the floor near the stone pillar to which Theodora Ames had originally been bound. Seizing them with glee, she stealthily approached the horse, and then, her eyes glistening with cruelty, her lips bared to show her fine strong white teeth, applied the jaws of the pliers to a tiny fold of reddened flesh along the inner edge of the left ass-cheek and suddenly pinched the jaws together.
"Ohhhoouuuuuahrrr! ! ! Oh my God, don't do that, you're killing me!" Theodora shrieked, her body tugging wildly upwards as she strained with her wrists and ankles to break free of her bonds and escape the hellish agony.
"Then do what Ruby says, and do it quick, or
I'll pinch your cunt off," Laurel hissed vindictively." A lot of good it does you anyway, you prick-teasing cherry you! If I had your shape and your money, I'd go for a real nice guy like-well, never mind who I'd go for. But I'd sure make some use of that pussy of mine, not the way you're keeping it for the worms, Theodora Ames! Now do what Ruby wants, you hear?" And with this, she applied the pliers to the other inner buttock, very close to the shadowy groove which led to Theodora's maiden ass-hole.
With a shriek of terror, Theodora Ames raised her tear-stained, contorted face, and plunged her mouth against Ruby Branton's cunt.
"That's the girl," Ruby cooed, arching herself lasciviously to that panting and tremulous mouth. "You just suck and lick good and make me come, and maybe my daughter won't hurt you. Do it good, now, and do what I tell you!"
Theodora was partially conquered. The pain was atrocious and excruciating. Her entire bottom seemed to blaze with savage and relentless waves of furious heat. And where the pliers had nipped so viciously, a dull and agonizing throbbing persisted, spreading into her loins and the most sensitive ganglia of her nervous system. Her body shook convulsively, and it was drenched with agony-sweat.
Panting now, kissing, avidly thrusting her tongue into Ruby's cunt as the latter directed, Theodora Ames began her descent into degradation. "Get the button now," Ruby hissed, her face flushed and her eyes sparkling. "Find it with your tongue, aaah, that's it, now then, girl, nice and slow and easy, do it!"
To punctuate her words, she yanked at Theodora's hair, and Laurel again pressed the cold rusty pliers into the crease of Theodora's flaming, livid ass.
With a wild scream of terror, Theodora abjectly plunged her tongue against the lode stone of her tormentress' tickler and began to rasp it with that velvety pink membrane.
Ruby Branton moaned, her titties rising and falling turbulently against the tight bra. Her head tilted back, her eyes were dreamy and wide, and then suddenly she let out a hoarse shout of ecstasy: "I'm coming, oh you bitch, drink every drop, I'm coming, I'm coming!" And with the last frantic cry, she ground herself mercilessly against Theodora's panting and repulsing mouth, and achieved her climax.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Satisfied with their victim's compliance, Ruby and Laurel had released the half-conscious captive, and dragged her to a little bathroom at the right far end of the huge cellar, stood guard there and made disparaging remarks while the unfortunate naked brunette performed her functions, long overdue.
Once having finished, she was allowed to bathe her congested, tear-swollen face in the old washbasin which had only cold water, and then they dragged her back to find a new tethering spot.
This time, observing that there were two small projecting beams in the middle of the cellar, Ruby proposed that they tie her up by the wrists and leave her standing there. "She can sleep on her feet when she gets tired," the sadistic matron quipped. She hadn't bothered to put back on her clothes, and remained in her bra, sagging hose and sandals. Laurel decided to go her mother one better. Not only had she removed her panties but she removed her bra also, and was naked and proud of her flamboyant beauty in only garter belt, sandals and hose.
They took cords and tied them tightly round Theodora's wrists, first taking handkerchiefs and winding them round the wrists so that the ropes would not cut the tender skin. Then, standing on a ladder, they tied the other ends of the cord to the beams and made them fast. Theodora was thus forced to stand with her arms drawn high above her head and on tiptoes, her naked toes just barely grazing the cold stone floor.
"I don't think you'll catch cold this time of year, Princess," Ruby laughed. "Anyway, that little spanking we gave you ought to keep you warm for a couple of hours, at least till supper-time. See you later, baby. Now that you've learned what it's like to obey, maybe tonight after a good supper, you'll change your mind about signing that paper and giving us half your dough. You don't need it all, you don't even know what to do with it. Why, here you are past twenty, with a shape like that, and you're still cherry. Shame on you, Princess."
But Theodora, having had to comply out of sheer pain, had once again drawn up her courage and determined to endure as long as she could. Somewhere, help must come. And then she reflected, with a sinking heart, as the door was locked on her and she was left alone, that no one knew she was coming. Oh God, not even Jack Lurton! If only she'd been nicer to him!
She didn't have a friend in the world, it was true. Nobody'd miss her, why, they could even kill her, starve her to death or torture her, down here, and nobody would ever know until it was too late.
She wept then, for herself. And for the first time her selfish heart began to yearn for that security which only a true friend can accord. If only she could get word somehow to Jack to save her. And yet she knew it was impossible. The way she'd treated him, not even thanking him for the flowers he'd sent over, she knew she didn't deserve to hear from him ever again.
Oh God, what would they do to her next? Her bottom burned and throbbed, felt twice its size, and where that terrible bitch had used whatever it was she'd used, her flesh just felt numb, and there were constant waves of burning, throbbing pain all through her system.
Thus she waited through the long afternoon and the blackness of the cellar, but upstairs, a far different scene was taking place.
When the two superbly exposed women had emerged from the cellar, Jack Lurton uttered a cry of disbelief. He had always known that Ruby Branton was a handsome woman, but of course he'd never seen her peeled down for action. Now, in the provocative deshabille of just bra and the sagging nylons and her sandals, the thick dark fleece of her cunt lewdly and brazenly displayed as she strode back into the living room of the lodge, with her lovely creamy-skinned big pear-tittied daughter beside her absolutely naked except for the garter belt and hose and sandals, he was absolutely beside himself.
"Hey, Ruby, look at poor Jack!" Laurel giggled as she pointed to the semaphoric erection which threatened to burst through his slacks.
"Poor boy, I guess we didn't close the door and he must have heard what we were doing to the Princess down there," Ruby Branton chuckled. "Why, could you hear, Jack?"
"Hell yes! It's not fair, to go around like that in front of one poor guy," he groaned.
Ruby looked at her daughter and winked. "You know, honey," she drawled, "I told you to be awfully nice to Mr. Lurton. He's a real gentleman. And I'll bet you've already double-crossed your mother and sneaked to his bed the other nights-'fess up, now didn't you? Tell me the truth, Laurel, or maybe I'll give you a dose of what I just gave Theodora."
"You're right, Mama, but I couldn't help it. I got so itchy, thinking of him all by himself and I haven't had a guy for you know how long-"
"All right, skip it. I might have known. But anyway, your mother's no slouch either. And I'm not that old I can't give a man what he needs. Come along. Jack. Laurel, why don't you watch your mother rise and shine? You might even learn something, girl!"
With this, Ruby Branton reached behind her and unhooked the bra and let it fall to the floor. Then she moved forward, took the open-mouthed advertising executive by the hand and led him towards one of the bedrooms in the luxurious hunting lodge.
Once inside, she husked, "Peel down, young man, and let's see what you've got to offer a woman who knows the score. Maybe you're not even right for that rich bitch downstairs. I'll be the judge of that. Hey, that's a good one, it's like he was about to be my son-in-law, right? And I'm testing him out to see if he's got a right to my daughter's hand in marriage."
"Cut it out, Ruby," Laurel blushed. She was secretly discomfited, because what she really wanted was to have Jack Lurton all to herself. She even had ideas that he might go for her in a big way, enough to make it legal.
Jack Lurton didn't need a second invitation, and at this moment, very honestly he really didn't care whom he fucked, so long as he got relief. Theodora's wails and squeals and earnest hysterical entreaties for mercy, the sounds of the prolonged and certainly severe spanking which she had been enduring, all the sounds which he had heard from downstairs, had been a violent aphrodisiac. In a trice, he was down to his socks, standing there with his prick in furious erection, the lips puckering with the pent-up urge to jet all the accumulated spunk which the aural stimulation of Theodora's suffering had roused within him and his seminal vesicles.
"You're really hung, man, and certainly better than any stud I've seen at this lodge, even Sonny!" Ruby Branton said admiringly, her voice suddenly taking on a husky, crooning note as her eyes flickered with sensuality. She moved towards him, and her hand cupped his prick. Her other hand caressed his ass and then she whispered, "Let's fuck, honey, let's show my little girl how it's done, hmmm?"
"Why not?" Jack Lurton hoarsely ejaculated. He seized Ruby by her elastic, firm, bronzed asscheeks, pulled her to him, his prick prodding her lower abdomen, and kissed her savagely on the mouth. With a little moan of content, she wound her arms around him, her firm small titties crushing against his chest as she arched him. "You can give it to me any way you want, I've been around, Jack honey," she muttered into his ear, flicking her tongue into his ear hole.
With a cry of savage joy, Jack Lurton pulled away from her, seized her by the waist and flung her on the big low wide bed and he scrambled onto it, his fingers sinking into her armpits, his mouth coming down hard on hers as she reached for him. She wrigglingly stretched her thighs to accommodate him, and with a groan, he thrust himself against the shaggy fleece which covered her cunthole. He felt the lips already moist and twitching, and with a moan, pressed forward. God, how tight she was!
"Mmmmmm, oh you're something, Jack Lurton, oh man, are you made for a good girl," Ruby Branton moaned excitedly. She arched and wriggled like a cat in heat-which indeed she was. "I haven't had a fucking like this in years, so don't spare the horses. Laurel baby, you watch and learn like I said! It takes a real woman to take care of a stud like Jack Lurton, you take it from me."
"I sure am going to try, Mama," Laurel said with pouting envy, She sat on the edge of the bed, and slyly put her finger to her pussy, for the sight before her was one calculated to rouse her own furious desires. And after all, having stolen over to Jack on the couch not long ago, in the dead of night, and having had adequate proof of his virility, she was really discomfited that he had picked her mother instead of her as a demonstration of his process.
Slowly Jack Lurton delved, and Ruby Bran-ton's tight cunt sheath grudgingly expanded to let him pass into the deepest volutes of her cavern. He moaned with delight to feel the tight sheath grip him, hold him lovingly and snugly, and the warm moisture of her love canal seemed to absorb him until all his life was concentrated in his rutting imbedded prick.
Laurel, her left hand fondling her own left tittie, rubbing her palm over the nipple till it flinted, increased the tickling, rimming titillation of her pussylips with her right forefinger. They began to unfold as the petals of a flower would in the sun, and she felt the sweet, thick, viscous moisture seep from the deepest reservoir of her loins towards her sheath to lubricate it for when her time would come-as she fervently hoped it would.
Now her mother's stockinged legs had wrapped round Jack Lurton's muscular ass, and her fingernails were gouging his shoulders as, her eyes opened wide, her lips crushed against his, her tongue began to slither between his lips to encourage him to greater fornicatory abandon in her eager, yearning, burning, churning cunt.
He couldn't maintain such a pace for long. The desperate frenzy of hearing his long-adored aloof virgin prick-teasing sweetheart Theodora undergoing her degradation down in the cellar had proved such undoing that, after only seven or eight thrusts, he felt himself about to burst and warned Ruby in a hoarse and sobbing voice, "Oh God, I can't hold back any longer, oh baby, I've gotta come!"
"That's all right, honey, get the edge off, then you can really do a job, give it to me, give me every drop, oh brother, do I want it, flood me, oh you sweet bastard, ream me!" Ruby Branton panted, squirming and wriggling her legs higher up on his behind and clamping them in a stranglehold.
With a cry, Jack Lurton felt himself explode deep into Laurel's mother's tight womb, and the palpitating, clenching contractions of her vaginal walls drained him of every drop. He felt the black Lethe of oblivion sweep over him, sating his senses, bringing him the peace which a furious fuck always gives a red-blooded male.
And then wanly he looked at his face and said, "Damn it, I'm sorry as hell, Ruby, we were just getting started, it could have been terrific."
"It still can be," she panted, "I'm close too, don't think I'm not, Use your finger, for God's sake, finger-fuck me, oh darling, make me come too, I need it so!"
Jack Lurton promptly responded, and soon Ruby Branton was arching her compact bottom from the bed, moaning, turning her flushed face this way and that, her nipples hard as flints, her eyes almost revolving in their sockets, as she neared the sweet threshold of fulfillment. Then with a poignant yell, she gave up the ghost, and lay panting and trembling once the first tremendous flood had burst the dam and given her peace.
Jack Lurton eased himself from her, knelt up, his eyes glazed with lust. For that blind moments, he had been fucking Theodora, of course. It was vicarious sublimation, but he knew he still had not rid himself of his obsession. He must have Theodora come to him of her own free will, coerced into submission and yet secretly yearning for him. Not entirely force was what he wanted, but to drag her down from that pedestal of haughtiness and selfishness until she at last realized the need for a man in her life. And her money was the least of his concerns. He would have the same feeling for her if she'd been penniless, he knew.
"Can I have a go at him now, please. Mama, please?" Laurel pleaded like a child asking for a lollipop.
"Go to it, honey, he really honked me good. But don't take all day, because I want seconds," Ruby Branton purred. "Get down here beside me, honey, so I can watch and see what kind of technique you've got. Go to it, Jack, and more power to you."
"Oooh!" Laurel squealed delightedly as she bounced down on the bed, kicked off her sandals, and spread her thighs invitingly, holding out her arms to Jack. Her saucy flushed face, her gold coppery hair, the magnificent big firm pears of her titties heaving and swelling with abandon, and the thick dark red-fleece which framed her inviting and exciting cunthole, and those luscious long legs of hers, made him shudder with desire. He could feel his prick returning to its vigor, and he crawled between her thighs and began to caress her bubbies, his eyes feasting on her nakedness. The sinewy flex of her thighs, the restless squirming of her behind as she tried to captivate him and lure him to her snatch, soon quickly served to empower him anew.
He bent down and took her mouth, and Laurel moaned happily, grabbed him with her arms and locked them round his shoulders, hugging him tight to mash down the big exuberant pears of her bubbies. He could feel the warm, throbbing vibrancy of her skin and flesh, and he could feel the frenetic, nervous rippling of her beautifully muscled thighs as they swiftly locked over his. Now his cock, restored, was prying at the gates of her bower, and Laurel was arching up and sighing ecstatically as she tried to grant him access, to facilitate his plunge into her womanly depths.
Slowly he pressed himself homeward, and Laurel sobbed and groaned with ecstasy: "Ohh, ahh, that's so good, oh Mama, you don't know how wonderful it is, oh you big-pricked darling, oh Jack, give it to me, give it to me hard, don't spare me!"
"Migawd, baby," Ruby Branton propped herself on one elbow and having reached for a pack of Camels on the little table just beside the bed, lit it, "I didn't know you were that hard up for prick. You poor little bitch, I'm gonna have to find you a hubby as soon as this caper is over. Even if the Princess comes across, we're still gonna get you married off, otherwise you'll disgrace me. I could sell you right now to a sheik's harem and make a fortune, I'll bet, and you'd have him ball-less inside of a week, I can bet on that."
But Ruby Branton wasn't listening to her mother's worldly and cynical wisdom. She was much too engrossed in being fucked. And now, just as Ruby Branton had predicted. Jack Lurton had lost the edge of that tremendous agony which Theodora's punishment had roused in him, and so he could fuck more at his leisure and show once again what a voluptuary and connoisseur he truly was in a bed of passion.
Slowly he traversed Laurel's tight sheath, till they were hairs to hairs, grinding together, and Laurel was whimpering with mounting fervor and desperate urgency to be fucked. A torrent of husky, passionate, lustful words babbled from her, as she whetted her own desires by this love for the dirty word which so many passionate young women reveal when it come time for fucking, show their mates: "Oh you sweet fucking bastard, fuck me, give it to me, Jack! I want to feel your balls on my ass, Oh Jack, lover, oh roger me, ream me out, I want every drop of juice Mama couldn't take, I want it! Oh Gawd, oh you devil, keep it in me, keep it in me, you're driving a girl crazy with that big hard cock of yours, oh Jack lover!"
It didn't take long for Jack Lurton to have all his power back and more, thanks to Laurel's passionate entreaties and furiously aggressive partnership. The satiny warmth of her long legs wrapped around his, the feverish grinding of her warm flat belly with the simple kiss-nook of the bellybutton, and the shuddering upheaval of her big firm satiny pear titties against his panting, sweating chest, soon drew him towards nirvana.
He drew back slowly, to the very brink of Laurel's cunthole. With a whimpering sob, she gouged his shoulders with her nails, panted, "You put that prick back into me, don't you dare take it out or I'll break if off!" And, with a sob wrapped her legs around his ass just as her mother had done and then arched herself up to receive every inch of his man-length.
Slowly he fucked her, one hand on one of her titties, his right hand now gliding down under her to find a firm tawny-sheened ass-cheek and to clutch it as he steered her and guided her towards his own reactions. Each time he thrust home to the balls, he squeezed her ass-cheek, and Laurel learned from that signal. As he thrust, she arched to him, merging hotly, and her sobbing moans were drowned in his searching, greedy mouth as their tongues lashed together, and as their nostrils fanned each other with hot lustful breath.
Now his forefinger slyly slipped down to the crease between her squirming asscheeks, found the dainty puckering fissure of her bum hole edged just between the palpitating lips as he drew himself back to the brink of her cunt, then savagely lunged to the balls. As she yelled out in her joy, his finger found entry, pushing past the sphincter muscles, and Laurel shrieked aloud in ecstasy: "Aaaah, oh yes, oh lover, goose me too, oh darling, I wish you had two cocks, one in each of my holes, oh my Gawd, it's good, oh Mama, it's so good!"
She fought with him, twisting and wriggling, her legs and arms shifting constantly their hold. Her bubbies rose and fell tumultuously, and their tongues slashed and ground and rubbed together as they each strained towards the breaking point.
And then once again the swirling waves of passion whittled over them, and he felt himself drained to the fullest, and his body shuddered and shattered as he poured himself deeply into Laurel Branton's seething cunt.
* * *
They had taken a long nap, all three of them, sprawled in that bed in their nudity, and nature claimed its needs. The excitement, the exhaustion of the long trip, the daring risk of the kidnapping, the thrilling sadism of torturing and subjugating haughty Theodora Ames, and fain-ally their own release in this mother-sister cunt-clash which sought as its rivalry the goal of one virile and handsome and competent male, had demanded repose.
When they wakened, it was already sunset, and the bedroom was dark.
Laurel yawned, stretched, and stood up and looked around. "Guess I'd better make some supper for all of us. Boy, am I starved! Hope you bought some good steaks at that crummy shop we stopped at, Mama."
"I bought plenty to last us for at least a week. And if we run out, I know where I can get more up at Sonny's," Ruby Branton declared as she swung her long legs down to the floor, stood up and winked at Jack Lurton. "You're terrific, man. I'd just love to have you in my family. Trouble is, if you should ever marry Laurel, you'd find you had a two-women harem on your hands-and that ain't legal, from all I've heard."
"That's a helluva compliment, Ruby. I'll remember it," Jack Lurton laughed.
Ruby Branton's face shadowed. "Yeah," she said at last. "I know what you want, she's downstairs. But I don't think you ought to go to her yet. Let us work on her some more. I want that dough, first off."
"You know, I really don't think you've got much of a legal claim, to be honest with you, Ruby. I've done a little serious thinking. We could get into a lot of trouble. And don't misunderstand me, I'm not backing out, and I'm with you in this to the bitter end-only I hope it won't be bitter. I think we've taught her a lesson-at least from what I heard upstairs here, you two really gave it to her. Let's take it easy about the money. You know, there's an old saying that you get more flies with molasses than vinegar," he said soberly as he lit a cigarette. He looked down at his prick. It was limp, and no wonder!
"I don't know what the hell you mean by that, Jack. Let's hear you explain it," Ruby said as she walked over to him, put her soft hand out and cuddled his prick a moment. "But I'm gonna give you a double portion of steak and maybe some raw eggs too, because tonight I'd just like a repeat."
"Oh no you don't, Mama!" Laurel protested. "We're going to play cards for it, if any more fucking going to be done. Or else he's going to pick one or the other of us."
"Wait a minute now," Jack Lurton held up both hands in mock-horror protestingly. "If a hundred naked beauties were here with me right now, I don't think I could get it up again so soon. What we did this afternoon was colossal. A man can't do that every hour on command, you know. Anyway, I'll tell you what I meant, Ruby. I mean, I think she's beginning to regret how selfish she is. She probably hasn't got a friend in the world, except those people she tips and browbeats. But maybe, just maybe, if you showed her a nicer side, she might break down and give you something. It's true she's got more money than she'll ever need. She might recognize that if you let up on her a little."
"You're going soft," Ruby sneered.
"I'll say he is, Mama, but I bet I could give him a blow job and get it up right now," Laurel boasted as she sank down on her knees and, slyly smiling up at him, squirmed so that he could see her big pear-shaped titties juggle and dangle as she reached up her hands to take hold of his cock and steer it to her mouth.
Ruby Branton uttered an oath, reached forward and dealt her daughter a stinging slap across the mouth. "You cut that out, get to the kitchen and make us some food! And don't forget, you've gotta feed Miss Rich Bitch too, if you expect anything from her. Now you git before I take a strap to your ass, laurel Branton!"
And as Laurel, ruefully rubbing her mouth and chin and examining her palm to see if there was any blood, got up and hurried away, not without a dirty look at her mother, Ruby smiled at Jack Lurton and said, "I still run this family, boy. But I'll tell you this, if I were ten years younger, I'd give you a helluva battle with that Theodora Ames, any time."
"That's a compliment too, Ruby. Thanks. Now, talking about food, I'm starved."
* * *
While Jack Lurton showered, shaved and put on a pair of light Dacron slacks and a polo shirt and just a pair of jockey shorts, Laurel and Ruby emulated his example by showering and then donning pullover cotton dresses which came to about an inch above their knees, and sandals. But they wore no underwear whatsoever, wanting to be naked and at their ease for the nightly session with the naked brunette heiress incarcerated in the cellar below. laurel's dress was red to match her hair, while her mother had a navy-blue dress which hugged her svelte hips and thighs.
All three dined ravenously on T-bone steaks, crisp French fried potatoes, a tossed green salad, and an apple pie which Ruby had bought during her shopping spree in a little town en-route to the hunting lodge. Jack Lurton opened a bottle of Pinot Chardonnay which had been left to chill in the refrigerator, and lifted his glass to toast: "Here's luck for all three of us with Theodora!"
"Well now, Jack honey," Laurel winked at him, "that depends what you mean by luck. Now me, all I want is some of that nice long green stuff, that's all. And a little bit of Theo's hide if she doesn't come across. Boy, I won't ever forget how Mama made her wriggle that big white butt of hers when she was getting spanked with the stick."
"If you'd like a demonstration of how your own butt can be made to do a kootchie dance in front of Jack here, just you keep up that silly Mama talk," Ruby Branton heatedly remonstrated, glaring at her beautiful big-tittied daughter.
"I'd like to see that myself," Jack Lurton chuckled as he sipped his wine.
"Why, you dirty ungrateful dog, after the pussy I gave you, too!" Laurel pretended to be greatly miffed. "I'll bet you would at that, you're a fine one! And anyhow Mama isn't going to spank me."
"Want to bet?" Ruby glowered at her one and only.
Laurel saw from the hard look in her mother's eyes that perhaps she had gone just a bit too far, so she quite adroitly changed the subject: "What do you want out of life, Jack? I mean, assuming you want Theo. Of course, you'll get her money-"
"Now you look here, Laurel honey," he irritatedly interrupted, "let's get this straight. I couldn't care less whether she's got a dime to her name or a great big bank account. She bugs me, that's all. Everybody in life has something that bugs him, and with you maybe it's money. With me, it's making a real woman out of that girl, because she's got a capacity for love if she'd only stop to look around and share a little with others. It isn't all her fault, she had rich parents and they probably sent her to Europe all the time to private schools, gave her a false picture of what life is really like. In a way I feel sorry for her, and that's why I don't want you to hurt her too much or mark her up badly."
"We wouldn't do that at all," Laurel protested. "I just used the pliers once or twice, that's all."
"Even that's a little harsh. I think she's very much ashamed and a little scared by now, being naked and being spanked and then of course what you forced her to do to you. Oh sure, I heard how you made her love you both up. All right, that's rough enough. But I want to marry that girl, whether you know it or not."
"Well, that's your privilege, you helped us get her here, and you're entitled. As I said, all my daughter and I want is just a little dough which her daddy ought to have settled on Laurel a long time ago in his will," Ruby put in.
"There hasn't been time for the will to be read, not really. First of all, it's in probate for three months in the state of Illinois. For all you know, you might be mentioned in the codicil," Jack Lurton interposed.
Ruby scowled, and gave her daughter a cursory look. "Hey now, there's something in what the man says, Laurel baby. Maybe so. Then we really pulled a lulu of a stunt if that's the case. She could really turn around and send us to jail."
"I think I can persuade her otherwise. We've got to time this so that she really wants me or wants somebody to help her and then I'll be the big hero coming to the rescue. I think I can take over from there."
"Well, that's settled, then. Shall I go back to work on her now? After all, it's supper time for Theo," Laurel giggled.
"Go ahead. But she's had a rough time since she got here, don't forget. Don't overdo it," he advised as he lighted a cigar.
When she heard the lock to the cellar door click open and the door creak, naked black-haired Theodora uttered a sobbing cry of apprehension. She heard footsteps, but the light-switch wasn't turned on and so the darkness persisted in the cool dampness. By now, the pose was torturing for her. Standing on tiptoes, her body so beset by the painful spanking she had endured, her muscles ached from exhaustion. But she swore that she wouldn't give in to those two horrible bitches, she wouldn't give them a penny, even if they killed her.
"I've brought you some supper, Princess," the mocking voice of Laurel filtered to her. "How do you feel? Want to go to the biffy first before you eat?"
"No. Let me alone. I-I don't want any supper."
"You little liar. Anyhow, I cut you a nice big piece of T-bone steak and some French fries and even some salad. Greens are good for you, Theo. You've gotta keep that nice soft white skin so Mama and I can make it nice and red with spanking," Laurel gloated. Then the light-switch suddenly blazed on and Theodora saw her enemy standing at the foot of the stairway, the tray in her hands, a mocking smile on her provocative mouth.
Laurel approached, set the tray down on a stool, and then put a fork to one of the pieces of steak which she had personally cut up so as to be able to feed Theodora by hand. "Open wide, baby," she crooned, putting the fork to Theodora's lips.
"I don't want it!"
"Now don't you make me mad with you, baby. I went to a lot of trouble fixing you a nice meal so you could get your strength back. But if you'd just as soon get spanked again, I'm all for it. tell me when you wanta eat, but don't let it get too cold. I won't let you get too cold either, Princess."
With this, Laurel looked around and picked up the other piece of the broken lath which her mother had used on Theodora's magnificent behind. Smacking the end against her left palm, she approached now, her eyes feasting on the heaving turrets of Theodora Ames bare titties. The young woman's dark-brown eyes widened with horrified realization of what her red-haired tormentress intended: "Oh no! Please, not there, please!" she gasped, squirming backwards all she could.
"Whoa now, Princess," Laurel mocked, reaching out and tapping one of those round firm white love globes, "Don't run away when you and I have so much to talk about. Come back here, that's a good sweet bitch!"
Then, drawing back the lath in her hand, she hissed," Get up close, or I swear I'll really let you have it, I'll bang those nipples off your tits if I have to!"
"Oh no, please don't, please!" Theodora Ames's voice trembled, as she squirmed backwards to her original position, grimacing with pain at the flaming discomfort of the muscles in her arms and shoulders from this merciless traction. "Don't hit me there, I beg of you--you're a woman, you know how awful it can be!"
"Sure I know That's why I'm doing it, you bitch. Now, are you going to sign that paper Mama's written up for you and let us have half your dough, or do I really teach you a couple of lessons? You know, I've got a boyfriend around here, Sonny. He's a big hulking lout, over six feet, but boy, can that guy fuck! I bet he'd go for you, Princess. I'll bet he'd rip you open with that big dong of his. In front and in your backdoor, too!" With this. Laurel reached around suddenly and gave Theodora's still excruciatingly sensitive and discolored bottom a stinging whack with the half of the lath she gripped in her right hand.
An anguished squeal resounded and Theodora Ames twisted and kicked, but Laurel was ready for her. Angrily, she turned to one side and then dealt Theodora a backhanded whack of the thin wood across the inner curve of her left tittie, drawing a piercing cry of pain as Theodora Ames tilted back her head and her mouth gaped in a poignant, strident cry of suffering: "Aiiioowweeeeouuu, oh please, please, not there, not there!"
"Then talk nice, Princess. I'm asking you now, I'm giving you a chance, are you gonna sign that paper? Hell, your folks left you more money than you can spend all your life and you're young yet. Now why can't you give us what your dad ought to have done when he fucked Mama and got me, hmmm?"
"Because I don't even know if what you're saying is true," Theodora Ames sobbed.
"Oh, it's true all right. Mama has some letters from your daddy she can show you any time you want to see them. Even your lawyer, that Mr. Panthor, the one you keep yelling about you're going to sick on us all the time-he'd know your daddy's handwriting all right. Now be smart, otherwise, I swear, Princess, I'm gonna make you crawl, you're gonna lick my feet and beg for mercy before I'm done with you tonight. That's why you better eat, you're going to need all your strength. I'm gonna spank your tits and your ass and your thighs and your tummy, and I'm gonna give it to you on the calves, your armpits and just every place I can find till you're just one big mass of pain all over, baby. You, lording it over everybody, when I'm just as good as you are, because your daddy's prick made both of us, remember that." Laurel's face was now a twisted mass of vindictive hatred. "When I think of the times Mama had to earn enough dough to feed me and send me even to high school, and couldn't ever think of going to college or having nice dresses and stuff like that. And the only guys that wanted to bang me were guys like Sonny and some of those half-breed guys they got up here in the fishing lakes and stuff like that. A nice guy like the one that you're sweet on-" Then once again she stopped, for her rage had nearly let her betray Jack Lurton.
"I'm not sweet on any guy," Theodora sobbed. "Oh please, please let me go! It-if your mother has those letters, I'll have Mr. Panthor look at them and see if they're authentic."
"My, Princess, you sure know some imagine words, don't you? Well, that's what your folks' money and your education did, I guess. What do you mean authentic?"
"Whether they are real or forged or you're making it all up," Theodora Ames gasped, swirling painfully from foot to foot. It was becoming increasingly difficult for her to maintain her balance, because just the pads of her toes grazed the bare stone floor. Her wrists were chafed and they ached atrociously and all her body seemed to be tightened. She could even feel the stinging pain from that spank of her tit-tie, because of the tightness with which her hoisting had effected on her naked body. And she didn't like the look on Laurel's sneering cruel face. She knew that girls could be terribly cruel to others, even more than a man could. And she was so defenseless, and all she could do was kick, and with her bare toes, that wasn't a very good idea. She wouldn't be successful enough to hurt Laurel and knock her out, and then she'd really get punished.
"So I suppose what you're trying to tell me," the redhead grumbled, "Is that you wanna go back to Chicago and have your lawyer there to see the letters, hmmm?"
"Oh yes! That's the proper way to do it-oh please, let me go-I can't do anything here this way, I can't! And I hurt so, and I'll catch a cold-"
"Oh yeah, Princess, you'll sure catch a cold!" Laurel sarcastically cut in. "I'm here to see you don't. I'm gonna heat you up a little, because you didn't get the message yet from the spanking we gave you this morning. Now maybe with that fine education you got, Princess, you can figure out something better. Oh sure, you'd go back to Chicago, and we'd go right to jail!"
"Oh no. I promise you, I'd take you to my lawyer's office, I would!" Theodora Ames sobbingly pleaded.
But now Laurel had lost all interest in reasoning with the beautiful naked captive.
Swiftly she peeled off her dress and was naked, preening her magnificent tawny-sheened body, the thick dark-red curls of her bush in lewd display as she moved closer to the shivering, tractioned naked brunette. "I'm gonna whip you good, Theo," she crooned, putting out her left hand and cupping one of Theodora Ames's panting bubbies, "I'm gonna really make you beg and crawl this time, see if I don't!" And with this, she reached around and applied a stinging spank to the top of Theodora Ames's right hip which made the startled captive lunge forward involuntarily with the natural result that her own black muff rubbed lasciviously against Laurel's, as if the heiress were burning with a passion for pussy-rubbing.
"That's very nice, honey, I like that. Let's try it again," Laurel jeered. She had her left arm now around Theodora's waist, and all she had to do was reach around with her right hand and deliver here and there a flurry of stinging, noisy swats all over the rounded, discolored and furiously exacerbated asscheeks.
Theodora began to sob and then to cry out for mercy, having come just about to the end of her resistance. Tears flowed down her cheeks, and her body kept convulsively lunging and swerving and twisting this way and that to avoid the rain of spanks. But she couldn't. Moreover, in such tight quarters up against naked Laurel, she couldn't help rubbing her muff against the redhead's; and soon Laurel began to squirm and pant, passionately roused by this sadistic tirbadism.
"So you want to be girl-fucked, do you, Theo? Well, that's about all you're good for, I'd say," she purred. "You wouldn't know what to do with a man if he was in your twat up to his balls, that's what. Okay, I'll take your itch away. And I'll make your ass burn, you watch! Now shake that ass of yours Theo, and let's go, I need it myself!"
And with this, she began to whack the backs of Theodora's upper thighs, new areas of hitherto untouched and extremely sensitive creamy flesh that soon had Theodora wailing and squealing, twisting and trying to throw herself backwards but in vain, Laurel's arm tightly clung round her waist like a vise, and she couldn't help rubbing her cunt to Laurel's try as she would to prevent that obscene maneuver.
Now, casting down the piece of lath, Laurel sank her long slim fingers into Theodora's flaming asscheeks, and began to grind cunt to cunt, her mouth fusing to one of Theodora's dark-stiff nipple buds. "Oh stop it-oh you're disgusting, I don't want you to-aaahhh, my Gawd, stop it, please, you filthy horrible bitch!" Theodora wailed, twisting her face away, scarlet with mortification.
Because what was happening to her was that the pain and now this unexpected fucking friction had begun to send seething waves of passion in her own virgin quim, it was a response which she loathed because she detested Laurel so.
But by now Laurel Branton was in a fine frenzy of lust. Her eyes glistening, her nostrils flaring and shrinking, her bubbies shuddering, she ground herself frenziedly against the captive's mount, and her fingernails scored the tortured livid asscheeks till Theodora Ames uttered shriek upon shriek of indescribably suffering, her body jerking and twisting like a marionette on the end of a string controlled by a master puppeteer.
And then suddenly Laurel stiffened, uttered a long sobbing groan, and sagged, her chin on Theodora's shoulder, her fingers still buried in the young woman's shuddering and quaking bottom cheeks, as she felt her own tides seep through her love canal, and for a long moment she rested there, bearing down her weight on poor Theodora whose wrists were thus agonizingly tugged at by the unyielding ropes that bound her in this tiptoe pose to the beams.
At last Laurel released the moaning half-fainting captive, and then her face darkened with anger as she remembered that Theodora hadn't eaten. "Now then, you prick-teasing cunt," she snarled, "you're going to eat your supper even if I have to cram it up your bum hole with his fork. You've caused me a lot of trouble, and I swear I'll take those pliers and start pinching your nipples off and pulling out your cunt-hairs one by one, so help me, unless you do what I tell you to!"
This reminded her where the pliers were, and she abandoned the whimpering captive to find them on the floor, and returned to face the horrified brunette heiress. Waving them triumphantly in front of the young woman's aghast, congested and tear-stained face, she grinned cruelly: "See? Now I'm gonna make you sing, sweetheart. You've got an awfully thick bush right down here, and I think you need a shave. Why suppose Sonny was to come in right now and see you like this! He'd be shocked to see so much hair between a girl's bare legs, he really would!"
"Oh n-n-n-ooo! ! ! Ahh, oh, Gawd, stop it, I can't stand it, I can't, I can't! ! " Theodora shrieked. She lunged madly backwards, her face tilting up to the ceiling, a mask of unspeakable anguish and shame. For slyly Laurel Branton had applied the pliers to a sprig of black pussy-hair and suddenly yanked it out.
"I just love it when you yell like that, Princess. It shows you're flesh and blood after all. I didn't think you were. I thought yours was mink-lined or something," Laurel coarsely mocked the weeping captive. "Now, are you gonna eat your supper, or shall I give you a nice clean shave, not a single hair to hide that virgin prick-teasing pussy of yours, hmmm?"
"Oh no! Oh please don't, oh Laurel, I can't stand the pain there, I'll do it, I'll do anything you want, only please don't pull it, please!" Theodora babbled, almost insane with fright as she saw the vicious naked young redhead approach the pliers to the tangled curls of her virgin pussy.
Long shuddering flexions ran up and down her straining naked legs, and her bubbies rose and fell violently, while her face was pale and sweating with unspeakable despair and agony.
"That's what I like to hear a bitch say. All right, I'm going to feed you. Just like a baby, Princess. Room service and all, you know. And when we get done, then you're gonna tell me what you're gonna do about that paper Mama wants you to sign, you hear?" Laurel was talkative now, glib and confident of her victory. She cast the pliers aside to the floor, picked up the tray, perched it on the stool which she drew up to one side of the sobbing naked captive, and then, forking a piece of steak, held it to Theodora's panting lips. This time, the heiress mechanically obeyed, chewing it and swallowing it, her eyes closed, in an attitude of resigned submission.
Even though the food was by now lukewarm, it was still extremely good, and Theodora Ames was hungrier than she had ever been before in all her life, she discovered to her own surprise. As a consequence, without very much more conversation, Laurel was busy feeding her until the very last bite.
"There now," Laurel said as she retrieved her discarded dress and extracted a package of Camels from the pocket, lit one, and returned to the quivering naked brunette. "How'd you like a smoke, Princess?"
"Oh yes, pi-please!"
"I'll give you a smoke, all right!" Laurel suddenly hissed, her eyes narrowing, she took the cigarette out of her mouth and held the glowing tip to the thick mass of black pussy-curls.
"Ohhhahhhhnooo! ! ! ! " Theodora yelled as she lunged backwards with all her might, her eyes mad with terror.
"Oh yes, dear, remember, you were going to sign the paper. Now will you or won't you? Otherwise, I'm going to put my initials all over those big asscheeks of yours, yeah, and on your tits too and on your tummy and on the insides of your legs. So when you finally do get a guy, which I very much doubt, he'll probably wonder who you fucked with first before you screwed him. He won't like that, Princess, he'll spank your ass good. All right, talk," Laurel cast aside the pretence of mockery, her eyes narrowed and viciously bright as she held the cigarette towards the sobbing naked victim.
"All right, oh my Gawd, I'll sign it, I'll do anything, only please, don't hurt me anymore, please, please, don't! Theodora capitulated.
"Well, now, for a change you're showing sense. I'll go upstairs and tell Mama. Maybe, if you're a very good girl," here Laurel winked, "Mama will let you love her up. She's a real hot number, Mama is. And it won't do you any harm to learn how to screw, baby, even if it is only with girls. Why, you'll still have lots of dough, and you can go screwing all around the world and maybe learn not to be such a damned prick-teaser from now on. See you later." And with this, Laurel picked up the tray, hurried to the door and went up the stairs, this time leaving the light on and the naked, trembling body of unfortunate Theodora Ames sagging from the wrist bonds which hauled her arms up so torturingly high.
CHAPTER TWELVE
"She'll do it, the Princess'll do it!" Laurel squealed triumphantly as she hurried up the stairs. She had her red dress draped carelessly over one arm, and was quite oblivious to her magnificent nakedness. Her big pear-shaped titties jiggled and bounced as she hurried into the living room where Jack Lurton was lounging on the couch, reading a paperback novel and smoking a cigarette and sipping another glass of wine. Ruby Branton stared lustfully at the handsome advertising executive, a thoughtful expression on her face. If she could swing it, if she could make him like Laurel's snatch enough, maybe he'd marry the little bitch and keep her out of mischief. Then, as the mother-in-law, there would be ample opportunity for her to creep to his bed on such occasions when Laurel was too tired or had the curse or maybe even was busy having a baby. Yes, it would be a very well rounded life, free at last from the disgusting, drunken parties that old man Meldish gave just about every weekend. The old duffer was going to die, though, because she'd just 'called the hospital, having just borrowed the Buick and driven about twenty miles to where she knew there was a commissary store and a pay phone. She hadn't let anybody know who it was, so they wouldn't think of coming back to the hunting lodge.
"Good for you, lovey," she said now as she rose to her feet. "So Miss Ames has seen the light of day at last, has she?"
"She sure has, Mama! I did it all with a little cigarette, would you believe!" Laurel giggled joyously. "That's her weakest point, looks like. First I yanked out some of her precious pussy-hair, but then when I threatened to give it a singeing, you should have seen her back off and beg!"
Jack Lurton's face darkened, and he looked up with a scowl: "Did you hurt her," he fiercely demanded.
"Oh, relax, of course I didn't! Just enough to scare her. I just gave it one tiny little yank, that was all, and she's got lots of hair there, you should see-oh my, you should really see," Laurel giggled again sticking her tongue out at Jack Lurton. "She will grow it right back, don't worry about it. I just frightened her with the cigarette, that was all. Do you want to go down now and make up to her?"
"Not yet. So she's going to sign the waiver and give you half her money. There's only one thing wrong with that. I've been sitting her thinking about it"
"And what the hell's wrong with you all of a sudden, Jack, I'd like to know?" Ruby Branton furiously turned on him. "You were the one who really wanted revenge on this bitch. And now you've got her, you're backing off like a lily-livered jellyfish! What the hell-now you explain yourself!"
"I'm going to. You people don't know much about law. Even if you've got a good case, there is such a thing as duress."
"And what the hell is that?" Ruby angrily demanded.
"It simply means," he laboriously explained, "that like in the olden days when they used to torture people to get confessions and people got into such pain that they'd do anything and even admit to starting a war if the torture would stop, that if you obtain a confession or a statement from a person by force, it won't hold up in a court of law. That's all it means. It's just worthless. All Theodora Ames has to do is to go into court and tell her lawyer that Laurel tortured her and made her agree to sign the paper, and they'll probably throw you and her into jail for extortion and other little charges they'll probably dream up."
"Oh Christ, isn't that something! After all the hard work we went through! So what's it all for?" Ruby disgustedly drawled as she sat heavily down in the armchair and brooded into space.
"Don't worry, I won't involve you in this," Jack Lurton said as he rose to his feet, took his cigarette out of his mouth, looked at it, and then flung it into the fireplace. "Nothing will happen to you. I'll own up to everything with Theodora. If she wants to send me to jail, that's her business."
"You're chicken!" Laurel sneered, hurrying over to him and flinging her dress into her mother's lap and putting her arms round his shoulders and pressing her beguiling naked body tightly to him. "You'd throw everything away just like that, because you've suddenly got a conscience. Well I haven't! Mama worked hard all her life and she got screwed-and I mean screwed and I've got a chance for a new life and I'm not gonna throw it away just because you change your mind all of a sudden. Look, you've fucked me, you liked it, you know you did."
"Of course I liked it."
"All right, you can have me any time you like, all the time, and you don't even have to marry me. Only you're not going to throw away our chances. And I can give you better fucking than Theodora can ever give you, and you know it!"
"I really don't," he said sadly as he gently pushed Laurel away.
"Oh hell! You're loony!" she wailed, stamping her foot till her beautiful big pear-shaped titties jounced and jiggled in the most lascivious Way.
"Well, Laurel, you made your play and he trumped it," her mother said morosely as she lit another cigarette. "Now where do we go from here?"
"I think it's time for me to play the role of the hero," Jack Lurton said.
"And how are you going to explain that you found us here, answer me that!" Laurel turned on him, hands on her lovely hips, flaunting her nakedness and proud of it, her legs straddled well apart so he could see pussy and everything else she had.
"I'll tell her that I couldn't live without her and that's why I wanted to take her up here where we could be alone and work things out, that's what and we'll see if it's going to work. Wish me luck."
"Are you gonna use what you've got in your pants?" Laurel vulgarly asked, pointing to the tremendous erection of his cock which threatened to burst through the slacks and jockey shorts at any moment.
"If it'll help, you're damn right," he grinned wanly, And then he slowly went down the steps.
Theodora Ames uttered a cry of fright when she heard those footsteps. The light was still on, and she didn't know but what it might be Laurel coming back for another try at her. Or Ruby, who was even worse to her. Oh why wouldn't they let her be now, she'd give them money, anything to get free of this horrible place and back to her apartment! Oh if only Jack were here, she'd try to make it up to him, she'd been so selfish, when she needed a friend so badly!
And then suddenly she uttered a horrified cry and stared at him as if she were seeing the devil himself.
"J-Jack-oh my God-how did you get here?"
"I simply put two and two together. It so happens that the little redhead old Dunbar hired was missing from the office without any calling in or word of explanation, and I found out they wanted to shake you down," he told her.
"I know that, you were with me at the apartment that night-how long ago was it?" Theodora gasped.
"I don't know now, I've driven all night and day to get here," he lied.
"Oh Jack, you don't know what they've done to me! I guess after you took me down to the car, they must have-now I remember-that awful girl or her mother, I don't remember now who it was, put some sort of cloth over my mouth and it was full of drugs or something and I passed out-and then when I came to, I was in the trunk of a car. And they've kept me down here all this time, and they've b-beaten and tortured me and everything, just to get the awful money! Oh hurry, please, my wrists are just about broken, and I hurt so, please cut me down!"
By God, he thought to himself, it worked! He had never seen Theodora like this before and he didn't mean just naked. He meant, with all her defenses down, pitiful and helpless like a little girl lost. "Wait a minute, I've got to be sure they won't try to stop us," he lied as he fumbled in the pocket of his slacks for a loose cigarette. lit it, and stared at her greedily. Now he was beginning to register all the wonderful things about that voluptuous virginal body. And she was still a virgin, thank God! Those magnificent titties, that sweet belly with the wide shallow naval-kiss nook, and the thick black curly fleece which marked the locale of her cherry, and those shapely round thighs. And he could see the tiny curls of private hair growing in her armpits, they were damp and soaked with her own sweat. Her hair was tumbled, but he had never seen a more beautiful woman in all his life. His prick was maddening now, and it was about to burst at any instant.
"I can't get over it," he said softly, his voice thick and trembling, "you here like this, after the nights I've spent dreaming about what you'd be like. To see you like this, without a stitch of clothes on, baby, you're gorgeous!"
A violent blush swept Theodora Ames' cheeks, mantling her forehead, even the lobes of her dainty ears and the soft curve of her throat. She closed her eyes and turned her face away gasping, "Oh please, Jack, don't look at me like this-oh you don't know what they've done to me-oh please get me out of here-it's just a miracle you came here. Please save me!"
"Are you going to give them the money?"
"Yes-I'll give them something-I suppose if it's true that Daddy did have an affair with that awful woman-well, if the lawyer says the letters are all right, I suppose I will-but all I want to do is go home-oh please, they've hurt me and they've whipped me, and they were even going to b-burn me, Jack!" she sobbed.
"I'm going to save you. But not right away. First of all, I've got to save you from yourself, Theodora."
"What-what do you mean?" now her huge dark-brown eyes fixed him with an incredulous and uncomprehending look, her nostrils twitching, her lips trembling piteously.
"I mean just this, baby. I've had a yen for you, and I think you know it. There wasn't anything I wouldn't have done to get you. Yes, just like this, tied up and helpless. Only now that you're here, I don't know exactly what to think about it. I could just leave you tied up this way and have fun with you, except I want a little more than that from you. Only the way you treated me, you couldn't see me for dirt. Do you remember that?"
"Yes-and I'm ashamed-and your flowers -they were so thoughtful-they were so beautiful-and I know-I know I was awfully wrong to treat you the way I did-"
He stared at her, amazed. This was indeed a new Theodora. But of course because of coercion and suffering, deprivation and fear, she was bound to change a little. It was the old saw about the devil was sick a devil the monk would be; when the devil was well, the devil of a monk was he. Oh yes, the leopard didn't always change its spots, even if it pretended to. And now his prick was goading him to furious demands, and he knew he couldn't hold off much longer. He wanted to reach out and grab Theodora, crush her to him till those big, firm, round bubbies squashed against his chest, he wanted to bite and kiss her, he wanted to mash her lips back against her gums to the very blood, he wanted to smell the tangy scent of her as she was now, with piss and sweat and the soft effluvium of her hair and of her unwashed body, verging into the most potent love-philter anybody could ever concoct. And just one fuck wouldn't be enough, he knew now. He could never shake his mind free of her, never rid himself of the flesh-obsession which he had for haughty black-haired Theodora Ames.
"You've got a chance to make it all up to me right now, Theo," purposely he used the nickname which she detested. He took a step closer, his hands clenched in fists, his body shaking with the frantic urge to rape her, to roger and cuke her, to brown her, to do a thousand and one things to her and leave her palpitating and trembling, weeping and begging for mercy. It was almost a sickness in him, he wanted her so much.
But he knew that he wanted more. He wanted her to respond to him, wanted her body to leap with urgency to his, wanted her flesh to quiver and clash against his own, feel her hot tongue exploring his mouth, her fingers probing and yet awkwardly and virginally learning all his secrets till they became her own. And this he couldn't have just by a one-night stand, not even if he whipped her ass to the blood and made her give it to him. He wanted her for good and for evil, for all the bitch she was as well as all the angel that might still be left in her egotistic spirit and psyche and body. That he knew was exactly what he wanted from Theodora Ames.
"How-how do you want me to make it up to you, Jack? Pay you money?"
"There you go again, you bitch, throwing your money in my face," he groaned. "I want you to admit for once in your life you need somebody. You certainly need me to get you out of here. They'd just as soon cut your throat as look at you, Theodora Ames, and once you've signed that paper-well, I wouldn't give a nickel for your chances."
"I-I don't care. I do-I do like you. I know I was mean to you, and I'm sorry. But I only wish you'd stayed with me a little longer that night, so this wouldn't have happened."
"No you don't, you really don't, Theodora. You'd have gone on the same way. When you let me in that night, you treated me like a servant, bringing you a message from Garcia. Once you had it, you didn't give a hoot in hell who or what I was. I was dirt to you and I still am. But by God, I'm going to rub off some of that dirt, and just once in my life, even if I go to jail for it, I'm going to love you, Theodora. I'm going to make a woman of you."
"What-what do you mean-oh don't-Oh Jack-what are you doing-oh my God-you--you're exposing yourself-"
"You're damned right I am, you sweet bitch!" he moaned in a very frenzy of rut now. He had yanked down the zipper of his slacks, fumbled inside and pulled the jockey shorts away, and liberated his swollen prick. It was as if he had never fucked before; every inch of him, even the lips of the meatus, was taut and twitching with savage eagerness to know what this first experience would be like.
He moved to her now, and his hands gripped the rich firm velvety curves of her naked ass, and she sobbed and groaned and squirmed, "Oh not like this, not like this. Jack, wait till we get back home, oh please wait! Take me down, my wrists hurt, I hurt all over, don't do it this way, oh don't!"
"I'll bet! he said sarcastically. "I'll bet you'd wait till we got back home and then you'd slam the door in my face and I'd never see you again. Oh no, Princess. You can send me to jail if you want, but I'm going to have a piece of you at least once before I die. I've waited for it, I've dreamed about it, and now it's here and I'm going to take it. Get ready to be banged, you gorgeous bitch!"
Before she could cry out again, his mouth had commanded hers, forcing it to spluttering silence, as his hands kneaded the shuddering cheeks of her virgin and voluptuous ass. He felt this prick rub against the lower abdomen where the fleece began to thrive, and the silky black curls caressed the head of his whang till he was almost dying to spurt.
And then, as a moment of sanity swept back into his mind, he forced himself away from her, and crouched down on his knees, grabbing her hips and studying them, his eyes fixed on the tangled soft mass of black pussy curls. She whimpered, lowering her eyes to stare at him, nonplussed even in the midst of her terror and shame. And then she uttered a shriek as she felt his lips search through the forest of curls and find at last the soft pink lips of her virgin twat." Aah noo!! ! Oh don't do that to me, oh no, I don't want you to!! ! "
"I'm going to, I'm going to find out what makes you tick, Princess. I'm going to cream you down, if you've got any in you. I thought you were a prick-teasing little bitch, and I'm going to find out once and for. all what your body can do for a man or for a woman. Get yourself ready to float off into paradise," he panted. He relished his words, the sound of the hoarse vibrance of them. And then his fingers cruelly dug into her spanked ass, and he plunged his mouth again towards the Seven Cities of Cibolo.
Theodora Ames tilted back, her eyes rolling to the whites, her nostrils opening and closing convulsively. She whimpered and groaned, her body jerked and stiffened, a thousand waves of fluxions rippled through her, and her bubbies began to rise and fall agitatedly, the nipples darkening and stiffening.
For he had found the soft button of her clitoris, now, and his tongue was probing at it, flicking it, rubbing it this way and that, while his fingers had begun to knead and shift and squeeze the voluptuous, undulating cheeks of her magnificent discolored ass. He could feel the warmth left from the spanking, he could feel that the skin was no longer unmarred and smooth and velvety-perfection as it must have been. And yet it made him all the more passionately eager to taste and to mulct Theodora Ames for what she was, for this whipping had made her mortal now, pulled her down from that pedestal of aloofness and real unattainability.
His tongue dug repeatedly at her tickler, till he felt it burgeoning to his lingual demand. Her thighs began to flex and to jerk and shudder, trying to clench desperately, to prevent this obscene tribute which had begun to betray her own flesh. For now the waves of passion had begun to seethe deep inside Theodora Ames' loins, and her womanhood was forging to the fore, and she was helpless before the tidal wave of lust which had been wreaked upon her virginal and yet attuned and readied flesh.
"Aah-J-Jack-oh God-oh please stop it -I can't stand it-oh my God, what are you doing to me-oh please, oh darling, darling, darling-ohh ahh-oouuu-mmmmm-ahhhh-oh J-J-J-Jack, oh darling, I can't stop you, do what you want to do-oh but it hurts me so on my wrists, oh won't you please cut me down and take me to bed where I can love you right-oh Jack!" he heard her moan and sob.
His pulses were thundering in his brain, his body was jerking fitfully, and it was all he could do to keep his prick from bursting. At last the admission he had so long awaited. Finally Theodora had confessed that she was woman, mortal, not just the invulnerable, untouchable goddess of before. She had called him darling, she had asked him to love her, But this was his way of love, a sweet violence mixed with masterful command and authority, as it was going to be if ever there was to be anything permanent between them.
And that was why his right forefinger edged towards the crease of her bottom globes, till it found the dainty puckering lips of her virgin bum hole, grazed them, while his tongue repeatedly drove against the turgifying clitoris.
Theodora began to babble, to moan, and inarticulate sobs and gasps and babbled entreaties tumbled from her panting lips. Her face was scarlet, her eyes glowing, and she avoided staring down at him. and seeing what he was doing to her helpless nakedness.
But the muscles of her thighs and her bottom and belly, the sweet globes of her panting bubbies, all these signs told him that he was driving her along the road towards that abyss from which there could be no turning back.
And then suddenly he stopped, his finger halfway up her asshole, already feeling the rectal walls of her warm tight sheath grip and clench as perhaps her cunt might do once his prick was inside it. And he stood there, his prick vibrating, the dark-blue veins gnarled along the shaft, the lips of his prickhead palpitating and clenching as he strove to hold back the monumental flow of passion-juice.
Her head drooped forward, and her body began to tremble violently and uncontrollably now. Her slim fingers clawed her sweating palms, and she whimpered, "Oh don't-don't leave me like this-oh Jack, I'm going to faint-oh do something-have me, love me, anything, but for God's sake don't leave me like this!"
"Then ask me to fuck you, Princess," he panted hoarsely.
"Yes-oh Jack-f-f-fuck me, if that's what you want-I want it faro-oh Jack-I'm going to faint if you don't do it in a hurry-oh please, oh my darling-aaaahhhh-I want it as much as you do now-oh Jack!"
With a cry of victory, he pulled her to him, and then his dream came true. He felt her proud round bubbies mash against his heaving chest, he felt her lips respond to his even with the brutality of his sucking and throbbing kiss. His hands gripped once again the warm velvety globes of her squirming ass, as he drove his prick towards the tangled nest of black curls which shielded her maiden cunthole.
Even as he did, he was conscious of the fact that her body was straining up from tiptoes, trying to fit herself against him, offering her socket to his tool, until at last his prickhead slipped just inside the soft panting lips of the vulva. With a moan of joy, he pressed forward, digging his fingers pitilessly into her satiny ass-cheeks, his mouth attacking hers, encompassing it, and digging his tongue deep in between her lips to taste her honey-sweetness.
Once again, too, his right forefinger returned to the shadowy crease between her shuddering bottom cheeks, found the puckering fissure of her asshole, and slipped just inside the lips, and began to press inward at the same time his fierce prick demanded inroads.
He could hear her moan and groan, and he drank in the sweet sounds, and he could feel her body quaking to his, feel their sweat merging. She was shuddering and shivering now, as she was straining to him with every inch of her. Her fingers twisted in the air, as if they tried to wrench away the ropes and grab him and cleave unto him. And then he felt himself up against the hymeneal seal of her cherry which proclaimed the virginity of her cunt.
There was no time for mercy, no time to spare her. Drawing a deep breath, he lunged with all his might. It did not yield. Theodora wailed and groaned, squirming backwards. But his fingers forced her back to him, his finger now gouging to the very hilt inside her tightening asshole as he thrust again against the gates of glory.
And this time he was rewarded by a sudden stiffening of her body, by a wild cry that again his mouth accepted, and then he felt himself shatter through the obstacle and burst as Cortez must have burst upon Darien for that first time in man's own history, into the hitherto untraversed confines of her tight and now unvirgined cunthole.
Then he began to fuck her, with deep thrusting strokes, working his finger in the other hole at the same time, so that simultaneously she tasted friction at both ends. And now her tongue began to lash at him, rubbing and frictioning his, as she arched and moaned and whimpered, her eyes rolling in their sockets.
Her body was in tumult now. As he thrust, he was conscious only of the maw of her cunt, the grip and the heat of it, and the contractions of the walls against his digging ramrod.
Then suddenly he could no longer hold out; with a shout, grinding his teeth, he felt himself explode deep into the innermost recesses of Theodora Ames's sheath, and knew himself to have at last ended the frantic obsession of her lovely flesh.
It was an eternity before either of them could speak again, and at last her eyes fluttered open, and then a warm blush again flooded her face. She closed her eyes and whispered shyly, "Oh, J-Jack-oh my darling-I'll do anything you want-oh it was so good, it hurt but it was so good!"
"How about marrying me so we could do this every night, Princess?"
"Oh yes! Even if you didn't marry me, I'd have to have you again and again, oh my darling!"
"You sweet bitch! Now I'll cut you down, then we'll get you some clothes and a little food and some strong coffee, and then we'll think about driving you back home."
Soon he had cut the bonds tied round her slim wrists, lifted her up in his arms and carried her naked body up the stairway. She clung to him, sighing softly, blushing every time his eyes devoured her panting bubbies or the thick tangled thatch of her cunthole, flecked with the stains of her hymeneal blood shed in such a glorious sacrifice.
Laurel and Ruby Branton rose, their mouths agape as they saw a glorious sacrifice.
Laurel and Ruby Branton rose, their mouths agape as they saw him emerge into the living room, carrying the naked heiress in his arms, his limp and bloodstained prick dangling out of his slacks.
"Well I'll be--! " Ruby Branton gasped, speechless for the first time in her life.
Laurel shrugged philosophically: "It's all in the breaks, Mama. I guess he wanted her all right. I can't say as I blame him but damn it all, maybe there's still a chance. Maybe he's the sort of husband who'll want a love nest, and I'm just the girl that can fill it right."
"You watch your mouth, Laurel, or I'll take you downstairs and tie you up and wallop your ass for you plenty," her mother grimly answered.
In a few moments, Theodora had Jack's bathrobe round her and was lying back against the couch, gratefully sipping some strong coffee into which he had poured a good slug of brandy.
At last, when she had regained her color and poise, she stammered, "I-I guess I was wrong -and I will give you some money-but I still want my lawyer to see those letters."
"Well sure," Ruby said gruffly with a shrug. "Hell, we're not so bad as you might think. I just didn't like the way you acted, Princess, looking down on us as if we were trash."
"I know. I guess I did that to everybody. I needed this. Could we go back to Chicago now?"
"You aren't thinking of calling the cops?" Ruby leaned forward, a wary look on her handsome face.
Theodora Ames shook her head. "Oh no. If I did that, I'd have to turn Jack over to them, too."
Now it was Jack Lurton's turn to gulp and stare at Theodora as if he were seeing her for the first time. Then she giggled: "You look so silly with your mouth open, darling. I only hope you don't snore when you sleep-that is, after you've made love to me in bed at night, of course. You silly fool, didn't you think I could guess you were here all the time? I don't know how you could have found me otherwise. You were part of it, weren't you, and you helped them kidnap me, didn't you? Don't say a word -I forgive you. And they can have some money, I promise. Only you're not going to have anything to do with that slinky redhead, not if you marry me, Mr. Jack Lurton!"
The trio of conspirators looked at one another, and then Jack Lurton burst into a roar of laughter in which soon Theodora Ames joined.
* * *
It's October now, and Mrs. Theodora Lurton is enjoying all the pleasures of the Kama Sutra and a few more that weren't in that classical erotic masterpiece. She has also discovered that it makes her very sexy to lie over her virile husband's lap for a good sound bottom-warming before they fuck.
Laurel and Ruby Branton came back to Chicago to find themselves the recipients of ten thousand dollars each, and after Jack had had a word with the ineffectual personal manager Hugo Dunbar, that bumbling excuse for a man found new courage and actually dared to date Laurel Branton and take her out several times within a month. At last reports, they're engaged, and he looks and feels twenty years younger. Laurel slyly promises Jack Lurton and Theodora that she's going to teach him to be almost as good a cock-smith as Jack Lurton surely must be-a fact which Theodora is hardly likely to dispute, but blushes whenever the subject is brought up.
And what about Amy, the exquisite shy amateur call girl who in a way helped Jack Lurton conceive of a plan whereby he gained himself paradise and a bride and heiress all in one fell swoop? Jack Lurton was as good as his word. He induced Theodora to part with five thousand dollars, he gave it to Amy and insisted that she go to a business school. She has a job now, and by an odd coincidence, in the very agency for which he worked. But there isn't any hanky-panky between the two of them, Theodora has seen to that. At the moment, Amy is shyly accepting several dates from a twenty-five-year old junior copywriter who thinks she's the cat's meow. And one of these days she's going to give him pussy-legally.
So the bondage heiress became her captor's happy bondage bride, and whenever the two of them feel that the honeymoon is waning a little, Theodora comes into the bedroom in her filmiest nightie and whispers that she'd love nothing better than to be tied up and given a good sound spanking and then attended to.
