Chapter 8

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.