Chapter 11
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.