Chapter 10
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.