Chapter 12

"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.

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This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.