Chapter 9
Ruby Branton was up about seven-thirty in the morning, cheerfully making breakfast, humming to herself, for it was a beautiful day, the sun was hot, but the lodge was protected by clumps of fir and spruce trees, and by thick grass and hedges, so it was generally cool most of the time. The same trees protected it in winter from the heavy snows and blizzards. There had been times, she recalled, when old man Meldish had staged a rip-snorting party, a real wingding, when she'd have to stay from Friday morning till Tuesday morning, because they'd just about been snowbound and his four male guests had wanted all the pussy they could get. She'd taken on all five men, although of course by then old man Meldish wasn't really up to it much anymore. Just the same, that had been one hell of a weekend. And now, it was going to be a different kind of weekend, one that boded no good for haughty Theodora Ames.
Laurel was up, chipper and happy, for the violent fucking she had secretly enjoyed with Jack Lurton had given her back her happy spirits. Now, of course, she had the added zest of looking forward to the session with their captive.
Jack had taken himself a shower and shaved, and put on his slacks and blouse and hunting boots. The plan was that he would stay upstairs, and let the two women work Theodora over until she was just about at the breaking point. Then he'd save her. At the moment, his sexual itch was relieved, because he had just about been feverish last night with Laurel. She was like a snake in bed, slithering and wriggly, her body hot and knowing, her cunt tight and possessive till it tortured every drop out of his prick. There wasn't any doubt that she would make a terrific mistress, the kind who would keep a man humping all the time. Between her and Amy, there were contrasts too, just as with Theodora. Amy was more gentle but perhaps in some ways more surrendering. Laurel was fierce and primitive, almost like an Indian squaw who fought for her mate.
"I think we ought to strip Theodora bare like a worm, Mama, so we can work her over easier," Laurel was saying in the kitchen as she finished the last of her coffee. "I'm going to take her tray down right now. Eggs and bacon and toast and coffee? Hey, Mama, that's too much for a bitch like her."
"You're not going to starve her to death, baby, not if you want to get money from her. You know the old saw about not getting blood from a turnip."
"I'll get blood out of her ass when I take a switch to it," Laurel savagely replied, grabbing the tray and giving her mother a hostile look.
"Simmer down. I know what's eating you, baby. You've got your cap set for Mr. Lurton, that's what. Well, you could do lots worse. He's a fine gentleman and he's a man, too. But don't you go sampling him before we get this thing over with, baby. We're still poor trash, and he could throw you aside just like you pay off a whore and send her away," Ruby warned.
Laurel giggled to herself as she went down the steps to the basement. She didn't see that it was any of Mama's business telling what she had done last night on the couch. And Mr. Lurton hadn't fucked her like any gentleman, he'd given her everything he'd got, she could tell.
Theodora Ames had spent a sleepless night. Her eyes were haggard, bloodshot, and her head drooped, for the ropes around her had lashed her upright to the post. Her wrists were chafed from the cheap nickel handcuffs, but they held fast and she couldn't break loose.
"Good morning, Princess," Laurel cheerfully exclaimed as she set down the tray. And she pulled over a stool and sat down on it, took up the tray, put a spoon in the eggs and held them to Theodora's mouth. "You better eat, you'll need your strength today, Princess."
Theodora thought better of it, because it smelled wonderful. She was ravenous with hunger. And she turned scarlet with humiliation as Laurel mockingly fed her spoonful by spoonful, holding the cup of coffee to her lips, all the while slyly menacing her with all sorts of threats: "That's right, eat up every bite! Yes, honey, you're sure going to need your strength today I'm going to strip you down and see what makes you tick, Theodora. So I'm your sister, but you can't expect any mercy from me. I'm going to take a switch to your tits, too. Maybe even between your legs. I'll bet you're cherry, aren't you, Theodora? Well, I'm not, and I know how to use my pussy, which is more than you can say for yours. From what I hear, you're quite a prick-teaser."
"Oh for God's sake, shut up," Theodora groaned, tears of humiliation running down her cheeks.
But the food had done her good, color had come back into her wan face; still, her eyes looked fearfully at Laurel who now rose from the stool, set down the tray, and advanced, her lips grim with purpose.
"Oh no-what are you going to do-oh stop -you're hurting me-don't tear it off-oh God -stop it-help me, somebody, help me!" Theodora screamed.
Laurel had begun to attack the elegant white dress. Disregarding the ropes which wound round over the chest and waist and knees of the victim, she had attacked the fine fabric with her slim fingers, ripping and tearing here, and the slip beneath it, so that soon patches of white creamy skin appeared.
"You look like a rag doll, Miss Rich Bitch," she taunted. "I think I'll take off a couple of the ropes, you can't get loose. Then I can really peel you down in style."
So saying, she took the jackknife which her mother had left in the kitchen and which she had brought down with her, sawed away at the ropes binding Theodora Ames' waist and chest, leaving only the one rope around the captive's knees. "Now let's see how you look when you're raw, baby," she grinned.
Once again she began to rent and tear, and Theodora writhed and shrieked in vain. The gown was torn off in tatters, and the slip with it. Theodora's bubbies, panting in turbulence, rose and fell against the thin bra. And that too was ripped away, leaving the horrified heiress, her face scarlet, her eyes huge with terror and shame, in only her panty girdle, hose and pumps.
"You've got real nice knockers, Princess," Laurel purred sadistically as she slowly approached. She cupped Theodora's bubbies, pressing with her palms till the young woman squirmed and groaned in discomfort as she felt herself flattened back against the hard stone. Then, lifting her hands up, Laurel slapped the firm round titties, stinging the dark-coral areolae, flattening the pert tips of those love-tidbits which were Theodora Ames' virgin nipples.
"I bet you wish you had a man do this to you, don't you, baby? Never mind, before I'm done with you, you'll crawl at my feet and beg for a girl-fucking," Laurel hissed, her eyes dancing with malice and sensuality. It was on the tip of her tongue to taunt Theodora with the conquest she had made last night, but of course that would give the game away.
"You hateful, wicked girl, how could you possibly be my sister, by any degree of blood?" Theodora panted.
The next moment her head rocked from a vicious slap which Laurel's right palm smashed against her left cheek, reddening it angrily. "You keep your filthy remarks to yourself, Miss Rich Bitch! Just for that I'm going to give you a little tittie-spanking!" the redhead promised. Squatting down, she picked up one of the short leather straps which Ruby Branton had found in a store in a little town where they had stopped the day before. Then, brandishing it, she planted herself at the victim's left, raised the strap slowly, her lips bared to show her fine strong white teeth. "Get ready for it, baby," she promised. And even as Theodora, sick with fear and shuddering agony, pressed herself back against the stone post with all her strength, the strap swept out with a wicked Thwackkk! to bite above the upper curve of the left tittie, and Theodora's mouth gaped in a plaintive cry of pain.
"That's right, yell all you want, Princess! Then I'll know I'm hurting you. And wait till Mama gets down here, she'll really make you sign that paper and give us half your money!"
"I'll die before I'll give anything to you, you cruel hateful bitch!" Theodora groaned. Thwackkk! Twice more the strap sung its song of violence, smacking with a loud, obscene noise, first on the right tittie, then on the left.
Theodora, mad with pain, tilted back her head till she bumped it against the stone post, yanking at the cheap but resisting handcuffs which locked her wrists behind her back and forced her to thrust out those panting naked titties. On the creamy epidermis, the angry, darkening marks of the strap rose lasciviously.
A fourth lash now cut right down the valley, from the collarbone between the bubbies, and Theodora yelled aloud with pain.
"That's right, yell baby, yell! You've never had anything like this before in all your life, have you? I'll bet you've never even been spanked on that big bare ass of yours? Well, we've got lots of time up here, nobody's going to come for months, because old man Meldish is sick. We're going to have a lovely time with you, Princess," Laurel licked her lips.
And then, setting her teeth, she drew back the strap and slashed it four or five times across Theodora's waist, the last cut being right over the waistband of the white Lycra panty girdle.
Now that two of the ropes had been cut off and the only rope remaining was round Theodora's knees, she had more freedom of movement. Her body jerked and twisted, her naked back grinding against the cold stone post. Her cries of agony resounded, and Laurel paused, panting, her eyes glistening with lustful joy.
"I think I want you naked, Princess. I wonder if you're still cherry. Let's find out, shall we?" she cooed.
Casting aside the strap, she approached the shuddering, sobbing victim, and began to wrench at the fasteners of the white clinging sheath. Theodora screamed and cried for mercy, but Laurel was now vengefully determined to wreak all the torment she could on her illegitimate sister's helpless, naked, creamy body.
She tore the sheath away at last, ripping off even the stocking tabs from the fine charcoal-brown nylons, and left Theodora Ames naked except for those hose and her pumps. The thick crisp triangle of black cunt fur stood out like a beacon of inviting entry at the very peak of those shuddering, lithe thighs.
"Now let's see, darling," Laurel purred. Putting her left hand to Theodora's right tittie and sinking her fingernails into the panting flesh, she approached her right forefinger towards the hairy orifice, while Theodora, her eyes glazed with tears, huge and exorbitant stared frantically down at the approaching digit and tried to shrink herself back against the unyielding cold stone post.
In vain, she closed her eyes and uttered a sobbing groan of supreme mortification as she felt Laurel's finger probe between the twitching lips of her maiden cunthole, and at last lodge up against her cherry, proof of her maidenhead.
"Just like I thought, cherry," Laurel sniffed disgustedly. Then, she applied a sadistic pinch to the larger lips of that dainty pink virgin twat, and then another to the inside of Theodora's thigh, and in so doing she perceived the dainty and suggestive birthmark.
"Ohhh ahwwrrr! ! Oh don't, you horrible girl, you filthy bitch, you, oh stop it!" Theodora screamed in desperate pain.
Tears ran down her cheeks now, and she yanked savagely at the handcuffs, but she could achieve nothing. Her bubbies jiggled with her effort, and now her body was damp with her own agony-sweat and with her fear.
"That'll do for a starter, Princess," Laurel finally announced, breathing hard, her eyes half-slitted by her lowered lids. "You can rest up and just think what else we're going to do to you until you sign that paper. Wait till after lunch, until after Mama's rested. Then we'll really work on you, bitch. Bye-bye now, honey, and think of us."
Then, drawing back her right palm again, Laurel stepped forward and delivered a furious slap to the beautiful brunette heiress' cheek, rocking Theodora's head back against the stone once more. And even as the captive cried out in pain and indignation. Laurel burst into mocking laughter and strode out of the basement up the stairs, locking the door behind her.