Jenny the Spy stories

1. For Queen and Country

2. Body Double

3. Jenny and Suki

4. Jenny learns her Lesson

5. The Fashion Victim

6. Dos Vedanya

7. Lust for Revenge

8. Champion of the World

9. Voodoo Jenny

10. Inheritance

11. Sutorippa Jenny

Inheritance

By Brummie

Prologue.

Frank Everton had been a Postman all his working life. The occasions on which

this had made him happy were few and far between but today was to be one of

those rare golden moments. He held in his hand a Recorded Delivery letter

addressed to the occupier of the home he was approaching. Swinging open the

small front gate he walked up the path to the front door. Even the snow falling

lazily from leaden skies could not quench the fire of excitement he felt in his

stomach. He knocked and waited expectantly, the envelope clutched in his

trembling hand.

Eventually the door eased open a crack and a sleepy eyed head poked out. 'Yes?'

came the querulous enquiry. 'Letter Madam. Recorded Delivery' he answered.

The object of his excitement pulled the door further open until he could see her

fully. His eyes swept up and down the revealed figure as he said a silent prayer

to the patron saint of Posties. With her mind still half asleep she had answered

the door still dressed in her night attire which consisted today of a semi-

transparent long shear negligee with a plunging neckline and tiny matching

panties. The only things spoiling the erotic vision of loveliness was the

slightly mussed hair and the pair of fluffy pink carpet slippers on her feet.

They had kittens on them.

He held out a letter and contrived to drop it just as she reached to take it

then apologised but made no move to pick it up. Instead he waited until she

stooped to retrieve it and was treated to a view straight down her cleavage of a

vertigo inducing canyon created out of soft pink flesh. Her movement made her

breasts undulate delightfully setting both rippling.

As she rose he reluctantly tore his gaze away from her chest and said 'Please

sign here Madam' holding out a clipboard and pen. She took the proffered pen and

tried to write her name but found it had run out of ink. 'Do you have another

pen' she asked 'this ones no good'. He patted his pockets before replying 'Sorry

Madam, would you have one?' 'I'll see' she said as she put her hand over her

mouth to stifle a yawn then turned back into the hallway.

As she moved he quickly pushed the door fully open to watch her retreating back.

Well not her back exactly. The negligee failed miserably to hide her wonderful

figure. The long slender and well defined back and her mile long athletic legs,

still attractive despite the flat kitten slippers. But it was her butt that drew

his gaze. It seemed to have a life of it's own as she walked away from him, soft

plump hemispheres undulating gently.

He stepped inside as she reached a hallway cabinet and started to rummage in a

draw searching for a pen. Biting his lip to stop himself groaning out loud he

watched as she bent further forward stretching the chiffon negligee across her

perfect behind. It was all he could do to stop himself from kneeling, grabbing

her hips, and burying his face between her cheeks.

She finally found what she was looking for and turned. This time the postie was

able to study her front view as she walked back toward him. Her legs were just

as good from the front as they had been from the rear. His gaze rose slowly up

to the tiny triangle of lacy material that covered her womanhood. He imagined

the slit hidden beneath. The entrance to heaven for any man. Up over her flat

stomach with its vague outlines of muscle tone showing she worked out

regularly. Then his gaze completed its journey full circle around her body

returning to her enormous spherical breasts. The gently bouncing twins were

barely concealed by the low-slung bodice of the negligee.

They returned to the front door where she took the clipboard and signed in the

box he indicated. Suddenly a draught of cold air blew in through the door. He

watched amazed as the blast caused her nipples to suddenly react. They darkened

and grew at the touch of the playful freezing zephyr. She glanced up at him and

saw the direction of his gaze. Her cheeks reddened and she threw her arm across

her chest. 'Thank you' she said indignantly thrusting the clipboard back at him

and practically slammed the door in his face.

'Bloody men' she thought indignantly walking back into the kitchen.

The postman retreated down the garden path smiling dreamily. 'I really must look

at her face one of these days' he thought.

Jenny Richards made herself a cup of coffee then sitting down at the breakfast

table she studied the letter. It seemed fairly non-descript although the

envelope was of good quality. The front offered no clue as to its contents then

flipping it over she read the return address.

Fraser, Fraser & Baines

Solicitors at Law

London.

'Uh oh' she thought. 'Nothing good ever comes from lawyers and they usually

charge you an arm and a leg for telling you the bad news as well'. Pensively she

prized open the letter and drew out a single white sheet of paper. The heading

mirrored the back of the envelope but with an added important looking Coat of

Arms. She read

Dear Mrs. Richards,

It is my sad duty to inform you of the death of your Great Uncle

Ebenezer Hogan. He passed away on the 28th of last month peacefully

in his sleep and of natural causes. The funeral will be held on

Monday 6th and his remains interred in the family vault in the grounds

of his home, Spectre Castle on Cromwell Island.

At the conclusion of the burial all family members are invited to stay

overnight in the Castle. I, in my capacity as Executor, will then discharge

the final wishes of the deceased as instructed in his last Will and

Testament.

If you and your Husband wish to attend the Funeral and reading please

inform my office and arrangements will be made to transport you to the

Castle that as you know is only accessible by boat.

As Executor I am at liberty at this time to inform you that you may hear

something to your advantage during the reading.

Signed A. Fraser.

Jenny stared dumbfounded at the letter. She hadn't seen Uncle Ebenezer for many

years, in fact hardly any of the family. The last time had been when her parents

had taken her to the Castle on her fifth birthday. She was the daughter of

Ebenezer's, now late, eldest son and her maiden name was Hogan. Her heart

quickened. 'Reading of the Will' she mused. 'Something to your advantage. 'Maybe

he's left me a few bob in his will the old devil'.

She quickly cleared it with the 'Firm', leaving details of where she could be

contacted and who she would be seeing then phoned the Solicitors office. A time

was agreed for her to be met at the shore and ferried out to the Island then she

went upstairs and dug out her best black dress, shoes and coat in preparation

for the Funeral along with other clothes for a couple of extra days stay.

Chapter One.

Snow was still falling from the slate grey skies on the morning of the 6th as

Jenny stood waiting at the small wooden jetty. Eventually a rowing boat hove to

and a portly, balding man of medium height stepped on to the shore. He

approached and introduced himself. 'I am Jenkins Madam' he informed her in the

clipped precise tones of an archetypal English Butler. 'I am the only remaining

member of staff of the late Master'. Jenny showed him the Solicitors letter to

identify her and he took her suitcase and placed it in the rowboat. He

helped her down into the boat and began to row them both across to the island.

As they approached the enormous forbidding edifice of the Castle began to emerge

through the snow filled milky morning light. Turrets, crenulations,

battlements, towers. the Castle had the lot, all of them in need of repair. 'I

wouldn't normally speak ill of the departed but the master was very lax in the

last years of his life. He didn't bother much with the upkeep' Jenkins informed

her. 'In fact he became something of a recluse, seeing no one and cutting off

the whole family'. Jenny looked upward. The windows of the Castle made it seem

is if it was watching their approach with brooding menace and she shuddered with

a sense of foreboding.

Together they climbed the short steps up to a hugely imposing wooden door which

Jenkins opened with an equally huge iron key. He ushered her out of the still

falling snow and into the entrance hall. The door closed with a booming thud

like the closing of the doors to hell.

Flickering candles provided the only eerie lighting as she looked round at the

pinched disapproving faces of long dead ancestors staring down from the

paintings on the wall. The stone flags underfoot clicked and echoed beneath her

heals. Jenkins took her coat, placed it with her suitcase at the foot of the

staircase, and then led her to the sitting room. He pushed open a more normal

sized door and she entered. The musky aroma of old furniture assailed her

nostrils first but then the heat from the roaring fire welcomed her and she felt

warm for almost the first time that day. The room was already occupied by a

portly, balding, medium height man wearing black thick-rimmed glasses. 'Mrs.

Jenny Richards' Jenkins announced, turned and closed the door behind him.

'Mrs. Richards. So glad you could join us. I'm Fraser. Albert Fraser. Solicitor

and Executor'. She shook his proffered hand and they both turned to the rooms

other occupants. Fraser did the introductions. 'Ms. Lucy Hogan' he indicated a

short, slim dark haired woman her face slightly to hard to be considered pretty.

She shook Jenny's hand but held on to it just a little to long while staring

intently at her face. 'How do you do, my dear'. 'Err...and this is Ms. Natasha

Ross, Ms. Hogan's, A’hem, companion'. The second woman was of very similar type.

Slightly taller, slightly bulkier but also sporting short black hair and an

intent look. After greeting Jenny she exchanged glances with Lucy, some sort of

unspoken message passing between the two.

Jenny then turned to the other occupant who was standing beside the fire a

slight smile turning up the corners of his mouth. 'This is Mr. Mike Hogan'

Fraser said. The man stepped forward and stuck out a large hand which dwarfed

Jenny's slender one. 'Little Jenny is it?' said Mike in a deep dark brown voice.

Jenny studied him then a smile lit up her face. 'Mikey?' she exclaimed. 'If my

memory serves me right the last time we met we had a bath together'. 'That's

right' he replied and the two of them threw there arms around each other and

hugged. The other occupants perked up at the revelation. 'I take it you two have

met' said Fraser. 'Yes' they chorused. 'It was many years ago' said Jenny. 'I

had been brought to see my uncle Neeza as I called him then and Mike was here as

well. We played together in the garden making mud pies. Got absolutely plastered

with the stuff and our parents threw us in the bath together. We were five years

old so it was all very innocent'. Mike beamed. 'Well who'd have thought little

Jenny would grow up into this' he said holding her hands out wide and gazing at

her appreciatively. 'Yes indeed' said Lucy Hogan. 'Who'd have thought'. Jenny

blushed prettily under the handsome hunks scrutiny and wasn't completely unhappy

about it.

She returned his gaze and saw a shock of sandy coloured hair, a rugged but still

devastatingly handsome face, tall, probably six one, slim, well proportioned

with reasonably expensive clothes. They immediately sat together chatting

animatedly about their childhood memories while the two women watched them

carefully.

A little while later the sitting room door opened and Jenkins again ushered in

more guests. 'Mr. and Mrs. Amberson' he announced once more and stepped back to

make way as a small mousy woman entered. She looked round owlishly as a man

entered behind her. Fraser stepped forward and greeted them and once more did

the introductions. 'This is Mrs. Deirdre Amberson, nee Hogan' he said. 'Mrs.

Amberson is Ebenezer's eldest and only surviving daughter and this is her

husband Claude'. The man smirked, looked around and nodded. He had a sharp face

with jet-black hair slicked back and dark sinister eyes. He could easily have

doubled for the wicked moustache twirling baddy from the early black and white

'Peril's of Pauline' films laughing manically as he tied her to the railway

tracks.

The Amberson's and Lucy and Natasha eyed each other warily as if recognising

kindred spirits until Claude spotted Jenny. He strode over to the stunning

blonde and offered his hand. He licked his lips as his eyes lasciviously roamed

up and down her figure drinking in her assets. His voice when he spoke was nasal

and wheedling. 'Well hello my dear' he smarmed. 'Such a pity about old Ebenezer

but still at least it's brought us some good luck'. His insensitivity appalled

Jenny and Mike and already not liking his lecherous gaze on Jenny, Mike said so

in no uncertain terms. Claude seemed about to argue but wilted under the hard

challenging stare of Mike and turned to join his wife seated on the sofa. Even

though she's only heard a few words Jenny thought Claude's upper class accent

was fained as the flat vowels of his no doubt more lowly origins slipped out on

occasion.

'Well ladies and Gentlemen' began Fraser. 'I can tell you that everyone is here

now. The funeral and internment will take place at 3:00pm this afternoon. 'What

about the reading of the Will?' interrupted Claude Amberson loudly having

regained some of his arrogance. 'Well, as stipulated by the deceased, that shall

take place at 3:00pm tomorrow. You will all be required to spend the night if

you wish to inherit anything. 'Bloody hell'. It was Claude again. 'Damn stupid

man, that Ebenezer. We have engagements you know. Tenants to evict. Small furry

animals to cull'. 'I'm sorry' said Fraser 'You will just have to be patient'.

'Can't you tell us anything now' asked Lucy Hogan. 'Yes I can' replied Fraser.

At this time I can inform you that the Will divides the estate between you all,

as the only surviving family members, and Jenkins'. He nodded toward the Butler

who had remained in the room. 'But only if you attend the reading. There are

some specific bequests but that about sums it up. 'So are you saying' enquired

Lucy again 'that any surviving family member, or Butler' she added slightly

condescendingly, 'who attends the reading tomorrow will get a share of the

money'. 'Yes' confirmed the Solicitor. Everyone went quiet for a few minutes

mulling over the last statement. It was apparent that they were working out that

anyone who didn't attend the reading would get nothing. Significant glances

passed between more than one couple in the room.

Chapter two.

The funeral was conducted with due solemnity and the coffin carried by the men

into the family vault. Heavy bolts were pushed shut on the vault door to make

sure none of the corpses made a bid for freedom. The weather hadn't relented in

fact it had gotten even worse. Crisp white snow lay thickly on the ground and

even thicker where the howling wind had whipped it up into drifts against the

side of the Castle. Jenkins rowed the preacher back to the opposite shore and

then returned to prepare their evening meal.

The meal passed off with everyone in good spirits in spite of the funeral and

the dark forbidding weather. The prospect of free money and liberal shots of

brandy made them all more ebullient. Claude Amberson regaled everyone with the

tale of their last Fox Hunt where his wife had gone arse over tit (his words)

over a fence when her mount had refused. She simpered and everyone smiled good

naturedly. Mike, it turned out, was a Farrier. A Blacksmith. This explained his

slim muscular physic mused Jenny contentedly as well as his massive hands. They

again spent the evening chatting quietly to each other most times forgetting the

rest were there. She learned that the usual work of the Blacksmith had shifted

as horses had been replaced by tractors and now he spent more than half his time

on decorative wrought iron work and only a short time on shoeing horses, most of

those of the racing variety or the odd Shire horse. She for her part lied

completely about her work. The 'Firm' had provided a creditable background for

her to use in these situations and she told him she was a buyer of fashion

garments for a large London department store. 'Yes, dresses, coats, shoes,

underwear, swimwear and handbags'. 'I'd like to see some sample sometime

especially the underwear' he said. 'Sure. I'd love to show you my panties

some...'. Jenny blushed as she realised what she'd been about to say then they

both dissolved into a fit of the giggles.

Eventually the meal ended and after an hour in the sitting room around the still

glowing embers of the fire they all followed Jenkins up the massive staircase to

the upper floor. Jenny was placed in the first bedroom they came to. She wished

them a cheery 'good night' and they all watched intently as she went inside and

closed the door. A huge full-canopied four-poster bed took up half of the room.

A floor to ceiling bookcase covered one wall and wardrobes another. A door

opened into a small en-suite bathroom. Crossing to the tall windows she looked

out at the still falling snow. She pulled the drapes closed and turned to find

her suitcase. Her night dress was a slightly less revealing one than the

postman's favourite but still quite skimpy. Laying it on the bed she unbuttoned

her blouse and then unzipped her skirt before padding into the small bathroom.

She washed her hands and face and brushed her teeth then returned to the

bedroom. Reaching behind her she hooked a finger in her bra strap and dragged it

downward before unclasping it. Shrugging it from her shoulders she placed it in

her case and stood up. She gazed at herself in the wardrobe mirror then slowly

raised her hands to grasp each of her mammaries in her hands and squeezed the

pliant flesh firmly. A picture of Mike flashed into her mind. A jolt of pleasure

shot through her nipples and a familiar sweat-sour ache her loins. 'Silly girl'

she scolded herself and released her breasts. Her thumbs dragged her panties

down her long legs and she stood upright and naked. 'Mmmm. Not bad' she thought

pulling in her stomach and posing. Sighing she slipped her nightdress over her

head and dowsing the light climbed into bed.

An hour later all was silent except for the creaking in the woodwork. The house

slept. In Jenny's room a muted click and a slight sighing sound was the only

indication of movement as the bookcase started to swing inward. Two dark figures

entered and stood perfectly still listening. Satisfied that they hadn't

disturbed her they stealthily approached the bed. One shadow held a cloth out

and the other sprinkled the liquid from a small bottle onto it. Silently the

figure moved to the bedside and held the cloth close to Jenny's face without

touching it. After a few seconds she stirred as her unconscious registered the

strange new smell but didn't wake. Instead her breathing slowed and deepened as

the chloroform took effect. When they were sure she was dead to the world the

light clicked on revealing Lucy Hogan and Natasha Ross dressed all in black.

Quickly the bedclothes were thrown back so Jenny's hands could be pulled behind

her back and her left wrist tied to her right bicep and her right wrist to her

left bicep with practiced professional ease. As a precaution a cloth was pushed

between her teeth and secured with a second cloth tied around her head. With her

ankles also tied both figures relaxed. The two women conversed in whispers.

'Search the room' hissed Lucy. 'Then we can stash her in the tunnels till after

the reading'. Luckily Jenny had taken care not to bring any evidence of her job

with MI6 so within ten minutes both women returned to her bedside having found

nothing of interest.

They stood silently regarding their captive. Jenny was lying on her front were

they'd left her after securing her arm's and her nightdress had ridden up during

her hour of sleep so all of her mile long legs were exposed. Natasha stared at

her then reached down and ran her hand slowly from Jenny's ankle all the way up

to the top of her thigh then onward under the lacy negligee and on to her left

buttock. She squeezed the plump sphere feeling the firm but pliant flesh in her

hand. Lucy said nothing as Natasha hopped on to the bed and flipped Jenny's

negligee up exposing her behind. Both hands massaged the twin spheres of plump

pulchritude digging her fingers in then pressing them together. After a minute

she pulled the two cheeks apart revealing the little button hole of an anus and

the flashy lips of Jenny's hairless pussy and looked up at Lucy questioningly.

'Would you look at that. We can't let this morsel go to waste. This is too good

an opportunity. Surely we can spare an hour to have some fun'. Lucy thought for

a minute watching Natasha's groping hand then smiling nodded her ascent.

Both women removed their black pullovers and slacks followed by their underwear

until they were naked. Then they dragged Jenny's unresponsive body to the centre

of the bed and rolled her over. The tied arms under her back forced her chest

high so her already massive breasts appeared even bigger. The women lay down one

on either side of her and less than five minutes later Jenny began to stir. She

gradually regained her senses then stiffened as she felt a hand idly caressing

her stomach. Opening her eyes she found herself looking straight at Lucy Hogan.

In her surprise she made to scream out but the gag muffled the sound. 'Well

little Jenny. Finally awake I see. 'Mmmm' moaned Jenny in protest. 'What, you

want us to let you go?' 'Mmmm' she nodded. 'I don't think so. You see you were

going to cost us money my dear so we are going to make sure you are unavoidably

detained until after the reading of the Will tomorrow. To tied up to attend so

to speak. That way no share of the loot for you and all the more for us'. 'Mmmm'

Jenny protested again. 'Don't worry we'll stash you away in a nice safe place

then release you when it's all too late...probably.

Jenny stiffened again as Lucy's hand began tugging the hem of her silky

nightdress higher and higher. Natasha joined in until it could be lifted right

over her head and bunched around her bound arms. Both women gazed entranced at

the exposed acres of soft pink flesh. 'My god little Jenny isn't so little now

is she' teased Natasha. 'Would you look at the size of those ta ta's'. 'Mmmm'

moaned Jenny as Natasha poked her tit with a finger. 'My god they're real, no

silicon, just as Mother Nature intended. This is our lucky day'.

Natasha knelt by Jenny's head and seizing two handfuls of her hair tilted her

head up so she was looking straight down her own body. Lucy meanwhile threw her

leg over Jenny and squatted on her hips. She then ran her hands from Jenny's

hips slowly up and up until they reached the base of her breasts. Pushing

further she forced the great spherical mounds of flesh upward and together until

the tips were standing proud less than six inches from Jenny's eyes. Lucy leant

forward and grinning wickedly looked deeply into Jenny's eyes who was forced to

watch fascinated as Lucy opened her mouth wide and ever so slowly lowered the

gaping maw toward the huge rubbery nipples. Jenny's eyes opened wide and she

'Mmmm'd in protest as Lucy's tongue contacted her left nipple and slowly swirled

round and round it until it erected. 'Mmmm. You were right Nat. Very tasty' sad

Lucy who moved across and gave the other nipple the same treatment. She returned

to the first peak and Jenny groaned as she completely engulfed it's tip and

sucked it in. Lucy sucked softly for a few seconds then lifted her head

stretching the nipple up and up until the tit became a cone of soft flesh. The

captive mammary slipped from her mouth with a sucking pop. Lucy alternated

between each scarlet tipped peak capturing one and elongated it upward to it's

full extent then the other until Jenny began writhing and moaning.

Natasha could contain herself no longer and releasing Jenny's hair dived in

taking over one breast. Each used both of there hands moulding them like they

were making bread. 'Mmmm' Jenny squirmed about as they molested her mammaries

trying to shake the two lusty lesbians off. But they each had a very good grip

and hung on to her by digging their fingers into the soft mounds stopping her

rolling about too much. Her huge rubbery nipples came in for special treatment.

Both women pulled twisted and tweaked to their hearts content eliciting even

more writhing and moaning from Jenny as their attentions became more intense.

Lucy lowered her head and engulfed the peak of Jenny's tit in her mouth sucking

and biting then sucking some more. Jenny nearly succeeded in throwing them off

as Natasha joined in on her other tit and both women devoured as much of her

breasts as they could stuff into their hot wet mouths.

For fifteen minutes they feasted on Jenny's huge succulent mounds until they

were red, streaked with finger and teeth marks, slick with saliva and the

nipples were erect and savagely pointed as they'd sucked and sucked elongating

them to extraordinary lengths. It was like some sort of obscene game as

occasionally they push her tits together comparing whose nipple had extended the

most then plunged them back into their hot wet mouths to try and make them stand

even more. Jenny writhed as her nipples were bitten painfully. Neither woman

cared for her discomfort as they sucked and chewed harder and harder.

Eventually Lucy touched Natasha's shoulder so she released Jenny's massive red

blood filled nipple from between her gnawing teeth and nodded toward the foot of

the bed. Natasha hoped down, fetched the belt from Jenny's towelling robe then

tied it round their victims left ankle. She seized her legs and pulled her down

the bed until her tied ankles rested against the left hand post at the base of

the four-poster. Using the towelling belt she secured Jenny's left ankle to the

post. Lucy them joined her and they untied the original rope from Jenny's ankles

and between them dragged her now free right leg over to the other post and

quickly tied it in place. The result of their efforts left Jenny's legs spread

wide between the two posts which on this huge bed were over five feet apart.

Both lesbians then gazed down at the exposed hairless womanhood which was no

longer a slit but had spread apart opening up like a great pink flower. The

rooms’ light glinted on the moisture evident within. 'So our little Jenny is

getting off on our game is she?' teased Lucy. 'Mmmm' moaned Jenny in protest

again. If you could say 'fuck off you bitch' with just four M's them Jenny had

just said it.

'Looks very tasty don't you think' said Natasha. 'Mmmm' replied Lucy who knelt

down an moved her face close to Jenny's pussy. 'Smells sweat as well' she said.

'Mmmmmmmmmmmmm' Jenny groaned when Lucy extended her tongue and agonisingly

slowly licked right from the base up to the top of her pussy. There was no way

to avoid the intrusive digit as Lucy intensified her assault on the soft wet

pink flesh. Jenny's hips exploded upward as Lucy plunged her long sinuous tongue

inside, probing, twisting, tasting, thrusting in and out repeatedly. Jenny

moaned piteously as the lesbian raped her pussy with her tongue.

Natasha tapped Lucy's shoulder and took her place. She sucked Jenny's pussy lips

deep into her mouth before sinking her tongue inside. Jenny moaned head whipping

from side to side as the girl stimulated her unmercifully. Lucy watched her

partner working on the blondes sopping wet cunt for a few seconds then climbed

on to the bed. She knelt beside Jenny's head and untied the cloth holding the

gag in her mouth. She threw her leg over Jenny's shoulders until she knelt with

her pussy hovering above her face. Jenny suddenly realised through the pleasure

pervading from her loins that the cloth gag had been removed and opened her

mouth to scream for help when Lucy slammed her pussy down effectively gagging

her again with her sopping wet vagina.

Jenny immediately closed her mouth determined not to succumb to this latest

indignity and give her attacker any kind of return as they ravaged her body.

'So. Reluctant to join in the fun are we' said Lucy. 'Nat give her some

encouragement will you'. Natasha looked up, her lower face slick and shiny with

juices, then seizing one of Jenny's pussy lips between her thumb and finger

squeezed hard and twisted digging her long sharp thumbnail in'. Jenny groaned

and wriggled her hips as the pain shot through her. 'Now. Suck it you big titted

bimbo' hissed Lucy who wriggled her hips rubbing her pussy over Jenny's face.

She eventually relented as the pussy torture became too painful and began sucking the pink fleshy gash. 'Ahhh yes, that's it, I think you've been holding out on us haven't you little girl. You're no novice at this, you've done this before you slut'. Jenny's eyes narrowed but she continued stimulating the black hair lesbian. 'Tongue. More tongue, deeper, deeper' ordered Lucy who began riding the trapped blondes face like a jockey in a race.

She bounced up and down on Jenny's spearing tongue until she threw back her head

and climaxed her juices flowing out into Jenny's mouth. Natasha had returned to

mouthing Jenny's pussy which was now red and puffy he clit erect and exposed.

When she saw Lucy roll off to lie sated on the bed she rose and jumped up

determined to use the helplessly tied blondes mouth and tongue for her own

satisfaction. Jenny was gasping from the mouth full of juices she'd just

received as well as the pussy bashing from Natasha's tongue but she had just

enough awareness to realise her mouth was free and she screamed at the top of

her voice the first word that popped into her head. 'MIKE, MIKE, HELP ME, HELP

ME'.

Both Lucy and Natasha realised the shouting would be heard and panicked. They

grabbed their clothes and beat it back to the open bookcase diving through and

slamming it behind them.

At the same time the eyes in the painting of a particularly severe looking

Victorian ancestor that hung on the wall blinked and disappeared to be replaced

by the original canvas oil painted ones.

A few seconds later there came an urgent knock at the door. 'Jenny are you

alright' she heard Mike's voice enquiring. She was just about to shout out again

when she realised the predicament she was in. 'Mike don't come in. Stay there

please. Stay where you are'. 'Err. OK' he replied confused. Jenny thought hard.

How could she get free from this embarrassing position. Bound, legs akimbo, her

whole body aroused, exposed and entirely defenceless. No amount of pulling and

wriggling could free the bindings that had extremely efficiently tied her limbs.

Inevitably she came to the conclusion that she needed Mikes help. 'Mike' she

called. 'Yes' he replied. 'Please open the door a crack, reach in and turn the

lights off. 'Err...OK' said Mike. The door opened a couple of inches and a large

hand reached in and the room went dark. 'Now come in but with your eyes closed.

'Err...Alright but are you sure you're OK.' 'Yes I'm fine just do as I ask

please'. 'OK here I come'. In the gloom Jenny could just make out the dark

silhouette as Mike entered and stood still his head cocked listening. Jenny

swallowed and continued 'Now I'm on the bed and I'm tied up. I need you to free

me'. Mike remained silent for a few seconds before he asked 'did you say tied

up?'. 'Yes. I'll explain later I just need you to untie me'. 'Well alright but

how did you get tied up and why do we need the lights off?' 'Because I'm also

naked' replied Jenny quietly. 'Bloody hell' exclaimed Mike who managed only by

exerting some Herculean will power not to throw his eyes wide open. However it

didn't stop a very appealing image from flashing into his mind.

'Now follow my direction's. Walk forward five paces'. Mike slowly took five

steps that brought him to the foot of the bed. 'Now turn ninety degrees to your

left and kneel down'. Suddenly a picture of Mike's lean naked body appeared in

Jenny's lust filled mind and of him climbing onto the bed and entering her

forcefully, thrusting hard and fast into her again and again completing what the

women had started. 'Oh God, yes'. 'What?' enquired Mike. 'Nothing' replied Jenny

as she clamped down on the thought guiltily.

He followed the orders and knelt. 'Now the first knot is round my ankle which is

tied to the left bedpost. Can you find it and undo it'. 'OK. I'll try' said

Mike. He reached forward with both hands feeling for a contact. 'Left, left,

left' screeched Jenny who could see exactly were his hands were heading. Mike

moved left until his fingers contacted Jenny's thigh. He slowly moved left

stroking along the soft skin of her leg, taking his time quite enjoying this new

game until he reached her ankle and the rope securing it. Eventually he worked

the knot loose and freed her leg. She groaned as she moved it easing the muscles

in her thigh that had been stretched out taught for nearly the last half hour.

'Thank you. Now move to your right and find the other post. Mike realised Jenny

must have been tied spread-eagled on the bed and the image in his mind only grew

even more vivid and erotic at the thought. He shuffled across hands outstretched

trying to find the second binding when his hands alighted on her other thigh.

Again he gently stroked down her right leg feeling the luxuriant softness of her

flesh until he reached her ankle and worked the towelling belt loose. 'Ahhh.

thank you' she said as she worked her other leg to ease the pain in that thigh.

'OK now my arms are tied behind me so can you move around to the side of the

bed. Mike followed her instructions. 'Climb up and help me to sit up please. She

felt the bed sag as his weight was added to hers then he reached forward

tentatively. 'Ooo!'. 'Sorry' he said as his fingers alighted on a soft spherical

piece of skin. He found her arm and lifted her upward until she was sitting and

felt around until he came to her bound arms. They were covered by the rucked up

nightdress so he lifted it back over Jenny's head and tried to pull it down to

cover her inadvertently brushing across two very prominent peaks of flesh.

Eventually he worked both knots free and Jenny groaned as she moved her arms

around exercising the stiff muscles. She climbed off the bed and pulled the

nightdress down covering herself again then said 'OK Mike, you can open your

eyes now.

He opened his eyes then climbed off the bed and went to switch on the lights.

Jenny stood in her shear chiffon nightgown gently rubbing her wrists were the

ropes had cinched her skin. He moved to her and enquired 'what the hell

happened. How did you end up trussed up on your own bed'. Jenny told him the

story but she couldn't explain how the women had got into her room. She hadn't

seen them slip through the bookcase. Mike stood thinking for a minute taking his

time enjoying the view particularly as Jenny's erect nipples were patently

obvious poking out through her nighty's lacy bodice. Eventually he shook himself

and said 'I remember there were stories of secret passages and doorways in old

Castles. I wouldn't be surprised if there were some in this place. We can search

in the morning if you like'. 'OK' agreed Jenny. 'But you'd better get going we

don't want you found in a married woman's bedroom in the middle of the night.

The others might get completely the wrong idea'. He looked at her searching for

something in her eyes 'Completely?' he said raising an eyebrow. Jenny hesitated

looking at him for a second. 'Yes. Completely' she said quietly.

He turned and made for the door. 'Mike' said Jenny. He turned and felt her soft

lips on his cheek. 'Thanks for being a gentleman'. She remembered his hands on

her thighs as he'd tenderly stroked down her legs. She was pretty sure they'd

gone slower and taken slightly longer than was absolutely necessary. 'Well

mostly a gentleman'. He nodded and left closing the door behind him.

Chapter Three.

The next morning at breakfast there were only five present. Neither Lucy or

Natasha came down. Mike had knocked on their door first thing but neither woman

was there and a search of the Castle failed to find them. Jenny and Mike were

concerned and wanted to phone the Police but the Amberson's seemed quite happy

with the situation knowing full well that if the two women failed to attend the

reading then it meant a greater share for them. Mike took out his mobile and

studied it for a few seconds. 'No signal' he announced so when Jenkins entered

he asked if he could use the Castles phone as his mobile was useless. 'I believe

this area is not well server for these new fangled devices Sir' Jenkins told

him. 'And unfortunately

the storm has knocked out the only phone line connecting the Castle to the

shore. The only alternative seemed to be for someone to row across the lake and

go to the nearest town to report the matter but as they weren't sure the women

wouldn't turn up and as they hadn't been missing long enough for the Police to

be concerned nobody was prepared to go. Also the chance of missing the reading

may have had something to do with it as well.

Once they had finished eating Mike announced he was going to investigate the

East wing which had lain unused for years. The women may be there he'd said.

Immediately Claude Amberson piped up 'Jenny why don't you accompany my wife and

I to check the lower floors. Much easier then climbing all those stairs. Jenny

was unsure but didn't want to appear rude so reluctantly agreed although she

would have preferred the protective company of Mike. Still nothing much could

happen if she was with both the man and his wife.

Mike wandered off to the East Wing and Claude, Jenny and Deirdre Amberson went

to the small wooden door that led down to the old servants quarters. It was dim

and musky not having been used or cleaned for many a year as they crept along

the silent corridors. 'In here' directed Claude and ushered Jenny in through a

doorway with a particularly heavy oak door. As Mrs. Amberson entered she slammed

the door closed. Jenny turned to see Claude lighting a wall mounted lamp. He lit

three in all then came over to Jenny who was standing there wide-eyed with

surprise. In the gradually increasing light the purpose of the room became

obvious. It was the Castle dungeon. Unused for many years the various devices

still looked usable if old and slightly rusted.

Claude spoke. 'So my dear you're Peter's daughter. (Jenny's father Peter had

been Ebenezer's eldest son and had passed on over ten years before). 'Well we

think that as my wife is Ebenezer's only surviving child she should inherit the

estate so we'd like you to sign this document'. He held up a sheet of paper.

'What's that' Jenny asked her voice unsteady. 'It just says you renounce any

rights to a share of the estate in return for a cash sum. Of course it is dated

a couple of years ago to make it seem that you received the money in lieu of

your inheritance'.

'You must be mad' shouted Jenny 'I'm not signing that. No way'. 'Claude sighed

'we thought you might say that'. Jenny took a step toward the door but was

immediately seized in a vice like grip by Deirdre Amberson. Together she and her

husband shoved the struggling Jenny toward a column of stone were a pair of

shackles dangled. Much swearing and pushing later Jenny hung with her wrists and

ankles clamped by the steel bracelets. She shook them but even though the metal

was old it was still strong. She screamed, shouted then screamed some more until

she ran out of breath. The Amberson's looked on smugly. 'It's no good my dear.

This is a dungeon. It is designed to keep the screams from the more delicate

ears of the Castles occupants. People have been tortured to death down here

while they ate their supper upstairs completely oblivious to the noise. Besides

we tested it earlier and you can't here a thing no matter how loud you scream'.

'You won't get away with this' Jenny shouted the old cliché not really convinced

of it herself. 'Oh I think we will' replied Claude in a low dangerous voice.

'Deirdre go and get the stuff while I prepare our guest'. Deirdre Amberson

nipped out of the dungeon door making sure it was open for the minimum amount of

time and slammed it shut again.

'I suggest you sign my dear and save yourself a great deal of distress'. Jenny

looked back at him stonily. 'Well don't say I didn't warn you. It would be bad

if you turned up with any marks on you to suggest we'd made you sign under

duress but I think we've come up with a way to convince you without resorting to

blunt instruments or thumbscrews or the like'.

With that he fished a small pen knife from his pocket and approached the now

trembling girl. She looked at the knife the light reflecting from it's polished

blade as he reached up and severed the top button of her crisp white blouse.

She could see the lust in his dark eyes grow as he continued cutting off her

buttons. Gradually the blouse opened down the front as more buttons disappeared

into the gloom until there were none left to sever. He pulled the sides of her

shirt upward out of the waistband of the chequered blue skirt she'd chosen that

morning until it hung loose. His breathing rasped in his throat as with some

ceremony he pulled apart the two sides revealing her upper body. His hot gaze

roamed over her revealed body. 'My dear. I suspected a fine show but this is

magnificent. Your husband must be the happiest man alive'. 'Fuck off you

pervert' she spat at him. His face dropped then hardened. 'Have it your own

way'.

The knife flashed again as he sliced through the blouse's arms, shoulders and

finally the collar and whipped it from her body leaving her in just her lacy

bra. She was trembling even more now. The dungeon was deathly cold but she also

feared what was to be done to her. Not knowing her fate only made it worse. The

dungeon was full of many pain-inducing contraptions of devious ingenuity and her

imagination ran riot.

After perusing her for a few seconds he cut her left bra strap. Just to heighten

the tension even more he ran the knife blade softly across her upper chest. The

thin white line the knife left on her skin turned pink until it reached her

right shoulder then he cut that strap. The bra sagged a little as the support

was removed but not much. Jenny's enormous breasts were still remarkably firm

and high in spite of the abuse they'd so recently received.

'Bastard' she hissed at him but he just smiled and pushing the knife under the

middle of her bra sliced through the only thing keeping it in place. The lacy

garment fluttered to the ground revealing Jenny's upper body in all its glory.

The combination of the cold and the danger was having a very noticeable effect

on her. Both nipple were erect. 'Well, well' he smirked. 'Could it be you're

enjoying this'. Jenny regarded him silently. No insults would have any effect

so she just saved her energy for the ordeal no doubt to come.

He reached forward and stroked a finger around her left nipple which grew a

little more. 'Let's see if we can warm you up a little. you're going to need all

the warmth you can get shortly I think'. Totally unexpectedly he drew back his

hand a slapped her left tit sending it flying. 'You swine' she whined as her

flesh settled back now with a red mark on the outside. Her words had little

effect as he spanked her other tit. She writhed about in her shackles trying

avoid him but there wasn't enough freedom of movement as he made contact again

and again and again.

Mrs. Amberson was descending the stairs carrying her booty. She'd been careful

to make sure no one saw her. They may have questioned why she was taking a large

plastic washing up bowl, a jug of water and a plastic sack down with her. She

retraced her steps along the corridor treading slowly. She knew her husband and

his vices. If she interrupted him to soon he'd be cranky all day. Let him have

his fun she had no reason to protect Jenny. Better the blonde bimbo on the

receiving end then her. She stood waiting for a couple of minutes outside the

large oaken door. Neither a meaty slap nor a whimper could be heard.

Sighing she turned the handle, pushed open the door and entered. 'SLAP'. In the

flickering light she could see the big titted bimbo was hanging from the column

her cheeks streaked with tears. Claude spotted his wife and stepped back sweat

beaded on his excited face. 'Ah just in time my dear. I've prepared our guest as

best I can'. She looked at Jenny. Both her breasts were cherry red and covered

with handprints.

Deirdre placed her stuff on the ground and both Amberson’s walked to a biggish

wooden table, which they dragged across the dungeon and against an old set

of stocks. Jenny hung oblivious to the preparations the pain in her chest

filling her mind. Suddenly Claude seized her chin and raising her head hissed

'SIGN'. She shook her head obstinately her lips compressed and stared back at

him sullenly. He held out his hand and Deirdre placed something in it. The smile

returned to his face as he gripped the peak of her left tit and pulled it

outward. Jenny gasped but continued to resist. Suddenly he snapped a bulldog

clip over her out-stretched nipple. She grimaced as a new pain shot through her.

'SIGN' he shouted in her face'. Again she shook her head.

Idly he used his finger playing with the bulldog clip as Jenny writhed but still

she resisted. He seized her other tit and snapped a second clip on her. She

threw her head back and grimaced again as new agonies hit her. 'Feel free to

scream my dear. I like it when they scream. No one can hear you. No one will

save you. Now SIGN'. Jenny looked up at him through her tears and spat in his

face. 'NEVER' she shouted.

Stepping back from her he wiped the spittle from his cheek his face now redder

than ever. In a quiet silky voice he said 'I hope you realise the more you

resist the more fun I get. So just carry on my dear. I've got all day, well

nearly all day, till three o'clock at least, that's hours away yet. We can have

a whole lot of fun until then'. Jenny shuddered nearly breaking and begging to

sign but his smug face stiffened her resolve and she stared at him stoically.

Her nipples were throbbing now under the grip of the clips. The blood couldn't

flow and they were turning a funny colour.

Deirdre Amberson stepped forward and undid one on the shackles around Jenny's

wrist. Before she could react the woman twisted her arm up her back forcing her

to lean forward hanging from the remaining shackle on her other wrist. Claude

then unlocked that one and twisted her arm. She found herself bent forward her

ankles still manacled with both arms twisted behind her. A rope quickly secured

her wrists together then the ankle shackles were removed. Together they man

handled her across to the table they'd moved earlier. Deirdre held her as Claude

opened up the stocks. Jenny realised their intensions and tried to struggle free

but Deirdre hung on to her with unsuspected strength. She pushed Jenny until her

thighs hit the edge of the table and bent her forward over it until her neck

came down right in the centre on the open stocks. Claude gleefully slammed it

shut and padlocked it. Jenny struggled but the stock although old were still

robust and held her fast. The bindings around her wrists also held.

The Amberson’s then stepped away and Deirdre went to collect the items she'd

brought in earlier. The bowl was placed on the table besides Jenny's wriggling

body. The top of the table was approximately six inches below her shoulders so

only her breasts with their bulldog clip jewellery hung down just touching it.

Into the bowl Deirdre poured the water from the jug she'd brought. Then bending

down she opened the sack. She reached inside and brought out a small trowel

heaped with the snow she'd collected from outside the Castle and began tipping

it into the water. The first few trowel fulls immediately melted into the water

but as each new one was added the water temperature dropped until the snow

stopped disappearing and only ice formed. She swirled the trowel around in the

water then looked up at Claude. He nodded and she pushed the bowl under Jenny

until her breasts hung straight down into the freezing water.

Jenny jerked as another new agony was added to her mammaries. No matter how much

she wriggled around she couldn't escape the numbing cold. A smirking Claude

looked on as her breasts were subjected to further suffering and agonising pain.

They sat back to watch as Jenny suffered in silence occasionally writhing. After

a few minutes Claude rose and asked her again 'Ready to sign yet?' Jenny said

nothing so he moved to the sack and ladled more snow into the bowl. Another ten

minutes passed then Claude rose once more. By now Jenny couldn't feel her

breasts, they were completely numb with cold. She stirred slightly as he pulled

the bowl of freezing water from under her. Ice had formed on the surface which

scratched her skin as it broke. Then he reached under her and released the

bulldog clips.

The blood flowed back into her abused nipples and excruciating pain exploded in

her chest. She shrieked out loud her breasts on fire. Claude waved the paper in

her face but even though tears were streaming from her eyes she resisted and

told him where he could stick his paper. In retrospect that probably wasn't the

smartest move. Claude exploded with rage ran around to the back of Jenny and

flipped her skirt up exposing her white cotton panties. With both hands he

ripped them from her body and threw then away then dragged down the zipper on

his trousers. Fishing inside he drew out his cock, which was already erect from

the sadistic treatment he and his wife had dealt out and moved forward.

Jenny steeled herself for the first penetrating thrust into her body. It had

come to this earlier than she'd thought. The shining glee in the eyes of Claude

Amberson as he'd slapped her flesh had told the story. Pain was his turn on and

rape inevitable whether she'd signed the paper or not. She was powerless to stop

him and completely at his mercy. No one, not even his wife who, although

physically strong, was completely cowed by him and wouldn't interfere as he took

another woman even when it was right in front of her. Jenny closed her eyes as

she felt his hands on her hips spreading her.

The dungeon door cracked open and a voice said 'You in here Jenny?' The door

opened further and Mike poked his head in. The sight that met his eyes would

stay with him forever. Claude with his cock in his hand standing behind a

topless Jenny who was locked in old-fashioned stocks. He rushed in and went

straight at Claude his fists raised, rage exploding in him. Claude squealed like

a girl and dodged around the other side of Jenny looking completely ridiculous

as his cock bounced up and down as he ran. Mike pursued him and as he followed

him round Jenny's bound body he headed for the now un-protected door. Deirdre

was there first and both Amberson’s beat a hasty retreat pulling the door closed

after them. Mike made to chase them when he heard Jenny call out weakly 'Mike.

Please'.

He slowed realising Jenny was more important to him for now than chasing the

Amberson’s. He quickly pulled her skirt down then untied her wrists. He angrily

threw the bowl of icy water across the room then looked round for some way to

release her from the stocks. The fixings were old but the padlock was a new one

obviously brought by the Amberson’s for the purpose. He found a funny looking

implement like an axe that he used to smash at the padlock. It held but the

fixings parted from the wood and Jenny was free.

She was practically unconscious so Mike cradled her in his arms then carried her

out of the dungeon up to her room and laid her on the bed. Quickly filling a

bowl with warm water this time he sat beside her and pulled her into a sitting

position. She leant into him and her head flopped on to his shoulder. He draped

a towel across her lap then soaked a face flannel in the water and applied it to

her frozen breast. Jenny groaned as the lukewarm water was applied. To her

frozen skin the warmth felt scalding hot but gradually the heat permeated her

skin as he alternated between her bosoms. For twenty minutes he continued to

gently and dreamily warm Jenny's breasts until she stirred and whispered 'Mike'.

'Mmmm' he replied. 'I'm nice and warm now'. 'Mmmm' he repeated still gently

caressing her. 'Mike'. 'Mmmm'. 'I'm recovered now thank you. You can stop

fondling my boobies'. 'Oh. Err...yes. Sorry' he stammered all flustered and

released her breasts. Jenny smiled weakly then rose and using the towel dried

herself and selected a new bra from her case. She put it on followed by a powder

blue high-necked pullover.

He stood watching her dress. He knew he shouldn't but he was captivated by her

beauty, as well as her more obvious attributes. As she faced away from him

gingerly putting on a lacy bra he marvelled at her slender back which tapered

down from wide shoulders to a tiny waist. As she moved the light played on the

moving musculature. She must spend hours working out he thought.

She approached him and crossed her arms around his neck. Whispering 'Thank you

for rescuing me again' pulled him down until their lips met. The gentle tender

kiss lasted twenty seconds and his hands had just started to pull her to him

when she broke away. 'I'll be fine now thanks. I'll lock my door until 3:00

o'clock and the reading of the Will so no one can try anything again. See you

then'. He left her room in a daze and as she closed the door he looked back.

'Wow' he thought as he heard the bolts on the inside being pushed home.

Chapter Four.

With Mike out of the way Jenny pulled off her sweater and went into the

bathroom. She stood before the mirror regarding herself. The redness had all but

disappeared from her breasts, actually helped by the cold water ironically and

her nipples had returned to their normal soft pinkish brown colour. She cupped

her heavy left mammary squeezing gently testing the nerve endings when the image

of Mike applying the warm cloth sprang into her mind. She recalled that as the

numbness had died away it had became an increasingly pleasant sensation and it

had crossed her mind to let him continue his ministrations longer than was

strictly necessary.

She sighed and having checked the door was securely bolted and a wedge solidly

driven under the bookcase slipped under the covers on the bed and tried to doze

for a while. Fleeting images of Claude, Natasha, Deirdre and Lucy kept intruding

all chasing her down never ending dark corridors. Every door was locked as she

frantically tried to escape her pursuers. No matter how hard she ran they never

fell behind and never seemed to tire.

She awoke sweating and threw back the rumpled covers which had become entwined

about her as she'd twisted and turned in her troubled sleep. She checked the

time and saw it was 2:15. In the shower warm water cascaded over her shoulders

and made little waterfalls from the slopes of her chest. The cares seemed to

wash away as the soapy bubbles drained into the plughole.

She dressed in a white long sleeved blouse and charcoal grey skirt then stood

erect breathing deeply and evenly trying to calm herself. The Amberson’s and Lucy

and Natasha may have made themselves scarce but they weren't going to miss the

reading for anything and who knew what might transpire when they came face to

face once more.

She padded down the staircase on her way to the sitting room. Just as she

reached the last stair Jenkins appeared. 'Madam. I have been asked to convey you

to the lower floor where the late Masters Will is to be read' he bowed slightly

and ushered her toward the same small door she and the Amberson’s had gone

through just hours before. 'Are you sure this is right' asked Jenny somewhat

concerned. The steps down and dim corridors still held a certain dread for her.

'Oh yes Madam. Mr. Fraser is waiting for us now'. They continued on then turned

away from the dreaded dungeon into another dim corridor. At the far end, through

an open door, Jenny could see Mike sitting waiting talking to someone out of

sight. Jenkins ushered her through and she crossed to greet him then stopped as

she saw the sick look on his face. Turning she found herself staring down both

barrels of a very efficient looking shotgun held in the hands of Mr. Fraser. The

Butler started to enter and Jenny shouted urgently 'Jenkins, quick run, Fraser's

gone mad he's got a gun'. She was stunned as Jenkins smiled in his usual

obsequious way and entered to stand beside the Solicitor. 'Just so Madam' he

said.

Jenny looked from one man to the other. Gradually the similarity between then

dawned on her. Both were of medium height, balding and portly. She mentally

subtracted the heavy black rimmed glasses from Fraser's face and it became

obvious they were very closely related.

'I can see from your expression Mrs. Richards that you've guessed our little

secret' began Fraser. 'Yes it's true Jenkins here, or should I say Arnold, is my

brother. We had a sweat little set-up going here until the old man pegged it. We

had to move fast to make sure our scheme wasn't uncovered before we had chance

to liquidate our gains and make our get-a-way. 'I'm sorry to have to inform you

that between us we've stolen just about every single penny Ebenezer managed to

accumulate over the years.

Jenny looked at the two men stunned. Mike his face full of rage started to rise

until Fraser re-directed the guns two black maws at his chest. 'Now, now Mr.

Hogan lets not have any heroics. I don't want to shoot you but my bother and I

have no intension of being brought to book for this so remain seated if you

please'.

Mike's wrath subsided as he sunk back onto the concrete ledge he'd been sitting

on. Fraser indicated to Jenny and she sat down beside him.

Fraser was obviously in a loquacious mood and just like a typical baddy couldn't

resist a monologue eager for someone to know how clever and devious he and his

brother had been. 'As the old mans Solicitor and Financial adviser it was quite

easy for me to embezzle the funds from his various bank accounts and insurance

policies. As long as the bills got paid he wasn't at all concerned and I dealt

with all the correspondence so it was easy to sort out any queries that arose

from the banks or revenue people. Then in the later years as his eyesight began

to fail and he became more forgetful Arnold here hit on a second scheme. Every

bit of silverware, every painting, antique, bit of porcelain and piece of

jewellery of any value in the Castle has been meticulously copied and the real

items replaced. I'm sorry to say that almost the entire contents of the Castle

are worthless. That also goes for the building itself. It's mortgaged to the

hilt and in such a bad state of repair that it would require tens of thousands

of pounds just to make it habitable.

Mike's face had gradually grown redder and redder as Fraser had calmly described

their crimes. Jenny merely sat dejectedly. 'Well can't stand here all day

chatting we have foreign climbs to go to. Obviously we will be locking you in

here but there's just one extra precaution. Arnold, if you please'. The Butler

moved toward Jenny with a pair of curious looking objects. Each looked like a

black metal ball resting on a two-inch wide collar. If Madam would make a fist

please' he said falling back into his best Butlers tone. Jenny scrunched her

little hand into a fist and Jenkins opened the ball along a hinge and clamped it

around her wrist engulfing her fist in the ball section. He then clipped a tiny

padlock in place locking it.

Jenny looked curiously at the black metal covering her hand until it dawned on

her that it was a kind of cuff. Inside the ball her hand was trapped in a fist

which couldn't pass out through the collar. It worked on the Monkey trap

principle proving an effective way of preventing her using her hand.

The second cuff was added then another pair to Mike who glowered at the Butler

but took no action while Fraser held the gun on Jenny. They finished up looking

like a pair of boxers with black metal gloves.

'If you're wondering, by the way, Lucy, Natasha and the Amberson’s are in the

next room similarly restrained. Arnold took the two girls prisoner in the tunnel

after they left your bedroom Mrs. Richards. For some reason they were naked and

seemed very distracted'.

Jenny looked to the Butler who bowed slightly and said 'There is a spy hole in

one of the paintings on your wall. I observed your little assignation with the

ladies. Very instructive Madam'. He smirked at her. 'Bloody men'. Thought Jenny.

The Amberson’s we took as they emerged from the basement. Claude seemed very

err..stimulated. His cloths were in some disarray.

Both crooks moved to the door and Jenkins went out. Just as Fraser was pulling

it closed he poked his head around and said 'Oh. Just to add a little frisson to

your exciting adventure I've planted a large explosive charge at the base of the

main staircase. It should bring the whole of the upper floors crashing down so

it may be a while before anyone finds you. Toddle Pip'. Mike flung himself

forward as Fraser slammed the door shut. It locked with a loud click. Mike swore

and punched the door with his metal encased fist then hopped around the small

cell groaning in pain clutching his throbbing hand.

Meanwhile Jenny studied the door. 'Mike stop messing about and come and look at

this'. Mumbling to himself he did as she asked. The solid oak door looked

impregnable and very solid but the main feature she pointed out was the total

lack of a keyhole. It seemed to them the door couldn't be opened from inside.

Suddenly Jenny spotted a hole in the wall next to the doorframe about three

feet off the ground. 'What's this' she mused stooping to peer into it. It was

about two inches in diameter and appeared to be eight inches or so deep. At the

other end a red button glowed softly.

'It's the bloody mechanism. What sort of idiot author design's that sort of

lock' she said peevishly. 'Mike, look round we need a stick, pole, piece of wire,

anything to poke that button to open the door'. They fruitlessly searched the

small cell twice before admitting that there was nothing that could be used'.

'How about our cloths' she suggested but again they were out of luck. Together

they sat on the ledge deep in thought.

Suddenly Jenny felt Mike jump. She turned to him 'what, have you thought of

something?' He turned away 'No, no I couldn't'. 'Look' said Jenny 'the bloody

building is going to collapse on top of us anytime now. So what have you come up

with'. Mike hesitated before stammering 'Well...err...I suppose it's

possible...err.. I can't ask you to...err...no, no'. 'Mike, we're going to die

here. Now spit it out'. He still hesitated then in a resigned voice said 'the

hole is wide enough, just, and I could possibly reach it'. 'Yes, yes. How'.

'Err..with my..err..thingy'. 'Your thingy. What the hell are you on about'. He

nodded downward. 'My..err..thingy'. Jenny looked down to were he was indicating

confused until it slowly dawned on her what Mike was referring to. She said

slowly and deliberately 'Are you seriously telling me that you could reach that

button with your penis'. 'Err...yes..err...but only if it was...um....angry'.

'Angry?' 'Yes. Very angry'. Jenny worked out what he meant and blushed'. 'That

hole's eight inches deep you had better not be a typical man and exaggerating

what you've got in there'. Mike smiled impishly. 'Well I've never actually used

a ruler but I think it could work'.

Jenny looked at him hard. 'OK'. She sprang up resigned to the plan. They had no

other alternative and the situation was desperate. Mike stood up but it quickly

became obvious that he couldn't even release his trousers with his hands trapped

in the metal cuffs. 'You'll have to help me here Jen' he said. 'But I can't do

anymore than you' she said holding up her enclosed hands. 'You'll have to use

your teeth' he said. 'Oh Christ. I knew there was going to be a catch'. Jenny

knelt at his feet and started the tear at his trouser band while he looked down

at her blonde head. Unbidden an entirely different image flashed into his mind.

Eventually the waste band parted and with much grunting and pulling she managed

to lower his trousers until he could extract each ankle and kick them away.

She looked at him. He blushed even more and smiled sheepishly. 'Sorry' he said.

Jenny sighed 'How do I get myself in these situations'. Jenny gripped the left

leg of his boxers and tugged then downward a couple of inches then moved to the

other side and repeated the move gradually dragging them down. As they lowered

the waistband revealed more and more of his manhood. Jenny's eyes started to

widen as it seemed to go on and on. 'Bloody hell he's massive' she thought well

impressed.

When his boxer shorts reached the ground he kicked them off as well so he stood

before her naked from the waist down. 'OK' Jenny said 'make it angry'. 'Err..'

he swallowed nervously. 'Err...I can't just make it angry, not just like that,

not with these on' indicating the metal gloves. 'You'll have to help me'. Jenny

stared at him stonily. 'Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting' she

asked. His grin widened 'Err...sorry...but we are in a life and death bind here

aren't we'. He didn't look all that sorry she thought.

She sighed and bowed her head then resignedly looked up at him. 'To be fair it was

a particularly good one' she thought. Well at least compared to the ones she'd

seen before. Not the biggest, that record was shared by Horace 'The Horse' and

Nathan, but still a bloody fine specimen. Her cheeks reddened as she leant

forward. Hooking the dangling end with her tongue she scooped it up and sucked

him in.

Mike jerked his hips back giggling and he popped out of her mouth. 'What? Look

you've got to work with me here' she said severely 'Stop laughing and get back

here so I can suck your cock'. Mike grinned sheepishly and gingerly stepped

closer. Again she put her lips around the end of his dick and sucked him in. He

closed his eyes and moaned softly. Soft warm wetness engulfed him as Jenny began

working his member. He started to harden and rise almost immediately making her

job easier but as he grew the true size and girth of him began stretching her

lips apart.

Jenny worked him with all her skill, swirling her tongue around the massive

purple head and sucking him as deeply as she could into her mouth until he

bumped the back of her throat. Soon his hips began gently thrusting back and

forth. Mike was in male heaven. She was giving him the best blowjob he'd ever

experienced and he didn't have the will power to stop her. Jenny for her part

was also getting carried away. His dick felt like velvet in her mouth as her

tongue followed the veins and ridges of him. Her feelings for him filled her and

the purpose of their foreplay slipped from her mind as she sucked him deeper and

deeper into her. Glistening saliva coated him and he slipped in and out like a

well-oiled piston. Their rhythm quickened. Jenny's metal clad hands slipped

round him and urged his hips forward harder and harder.

'Jenny, that's enough' said Mike but with not much conviction. She didn't hear

him or paid him no mind as she slurped on his shaft for all she was worth.

'Jenny, please...Jenny...Oh God...no...Jenny, Jenny'. Mike exploded filling her

with his essence jerking three, four times. She continued draining him, sucking

him dry until he started to soften. She suddenly regained her senses. 'Oh God.

Mike I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I couldn't stop. I don't know why I couldn't stop,

I just couldn't' she said unconvincingly not wanting to admit the truth to him

or more importantly to herself.

Mike's breath rasped in his throat as he came down to earth. 'Oh Jenny It's no

good now. I'm not going to be able to open that door. We're sunk. It's all my

fault. I wasn't strong enough. I let you carry on when I knew what was going to

happen. I'm so sorry'. Jenny stared at him his face all screwed up almost in

tears'. Her resolve stiffened. She knew she was as much to blame as him but she

wasn't prepared just to lie down and quit.

'Mike' she shouted snapping his head up. 'We're not dead yet'. 'But what can we

do?' his voice still quaking. She said in a stern voice 'Do what I tell you. Sit

on the corner of the ledge there. Don't worry their isn't a man alive who I

can't get hard in two minutes flat even if they have just fucked my face and

spurted a gallon of cum down my throat'. He gasped at the crudities shocked to

have heard such language from her lips but it had the desired effect. He perked

up and sat where instructed.

Jenny offered him her wrist. In a softer voice now she said 'Bite the button off

for me'. He looked at her as if she'd gone mad. 'Damn well do it. Now' she

screamed exasperated with him. He quickly took the button between his teeth and

gnawed it through spitting it out when it came loose. The other sleeve followed

then he started on the buttons up the middle of her blouse. The final buttons

popped off as Jenny, frustrated at the delay, managed to grip the silky material

between her metal cuffs and ripped it from her waistband. Mike looked at her

standing there like a tall blonde Amazon in just her white lacy bra and grey

skirt her eyes blazing.

Stepping forward she raised the hem of the skirt and sat down face to face

straddling his lap. 'How do you like these Mike?' she enquired indicating her

breasts. 'Jen. You know you don't need to ask, they're absolutely amazing'.

'Good. Glad you approve' she pulled his head forward burying his face in her

cleavage. With her soft skin caressing his face she kept an eye on his limp

member. 'Only a slight twitch' she thought. 'Mike. Use your teeth'. He looked

confused. 'The cup. Use your teeth'. He nodded and carefully so as not to nip

her skin took the lacy cup in his teeth and dragged it down. She helped by

raising her shoulder until her tit popped free.

'Mike. Did you dream about me last night?'. He nodded slowly a little

embarrassed. 'Did you dream about my breasts?' Again he nodded. 'What did you do

to them in your dream?'. 'Touched them' he said in the voice of a little boy

still unsure where she was leading. 'Well you can't do that. What else?' He

reddened a little. 'Sucked them'. 'Well what are you waiting for' she said

pulling his head forward until her tit met his lips. He needed no second

invitation and engulfed the peak sucking it into the warm wetness inside his

mouth.

His dick twitched again but still not nearly enough. Jenny gasped. 'God he was

good at that'. Her tit was on fire as he swirled his tongue around the tip

alternately gently sucking it and biting it.

'Mike. What else did you dream about. Did you make love to me'. With her tit

still in his mouth he nodded sending waves of pleasure through her. 'Jeez.

Control yourself girl. You can't lose it second time'. More drastic measures

were required. She had to get him excited and quickly. The bomb could erupt any

second'.

She lowered her head and whispered in his ear. 'I don't think you did, did you

Mike. I think you took your great big cock, spread my soft pink pussy and

plunged it deep inside me. Then you pounded my writhing body, pumping me,

forcing yourself into me, stretching me, fucking me, even when I begged for

mercy'. He released her breast and looked up at her shocked. She raised her

voice 'Deeper and deeper, pounding into me, taking me, screwing me until you

filled me with your cum'.

His cock twitch and rose to half-mast. 'Just a final push' though Jenny

continuing. 'Mike. In the dungeon when you saw me trapped helpless in the stocks

my naked butt sticking up, defenceless, available, didn't the thought cross your

mind. I was helpless. You could have done anything you wanted and I couldn't

have stopped you'. He stared at her incredulous his eyes shining now. 'If you'd

wanted you could so easily have walked up behind me and taken me there and then.

Hard. Fast. thrusting your great big cock into me, pounding, pounding until I

screamed out'. That's what you wanted to do isn't it Mike' she shouted now. 'You

wanted to take me Mike, you wanted to fuck me, didn't you Mike. Didn't you' she

finished screaming.

The beast that is in all men erupted from its cave roaring. He surged upward

seizing her in his strong arms. 'Yes, Damn it' he shouted back 'that's exactly

what I wanted' and crushed his lips to hers kissing her savagely. Swinging round

he practically slammed her down on the ledge and tried to rip the white cotton

panties, the last obstacle between him and her pussy, from her body then

whimpered in frustration as the cuffs prevented him.

Jenny smashed her metal cuff into the side of his head knocking him away. As

quickly as it had arrived the fire left his eyes and the beast slunk back into

it's cave. 'Oh Jenny I'm so sorry but those things you said..'. 'I know, I know.

Forget that for now. Look' she said pointing at the raging erection between his

legs. 'The door Mike, try to open the door'.

He realised what she meant and rushed to the door carefully inserting his organ

into the hole. It just fitted with a little pressure and he pushed as far as he

could. Again he pushed but nothing happened. 'Jenny it's not working, it's not

long enough'. Jenny felt all of her own frustrations reach a peak and with a

heart felt 'Fuck that for a game of soldiers' charged across the room and

slammed her shoulder into the base of his spine. Mike screamed as his pelvis

smashed into the wall as with a quiet 'click' the door swung open.

Groaning piteously Mike wheezed 'Awwwwwww. Christ on a bike, that's gonna to

smart in the morning' and collapsed in a heap on the floor. Jenny pulled the

door open and shouting at Mike dragged him upright and helped him out into the

corridor. Together they raced, staggered in Mike's case, as fast as they could

up to the main entrance hall and the grand staircase. Jenny quickly spotted the

bomb and raced to it. She knelt to look at a bundle of a dozen sticks of

dynamite taped together with a simple alarm clock connected by multiple coloured

wires and ticking. Jenny was devastated as a sick feeling rose in her stomach.

The timer was down to ten seconds and counting down. Mike reached her as she

swung round. 'Those stupid brothers have used enough dynamite to blow up the

Island let alone the top floors. There's no way we can avoid it Mike. I'm so

sorry'. Together they stood facing each other determined to pass their final

seconds in each other’s arms. 'Hold me darling' sobbed Jenny.

He engulfed her in his strong arms and swung her away from the bomb as if he

could protect her with his body. She buried her head in his shoulder and he

buried his in her hair. They hugged waiting for the inevitable as the timer ran

down.

The last seconds ticked off. Tick, tick, tick, snip.

Silence.

'Snip?'. 'What happened to Kaboom. Bombs don't go snip. They go Kaboom' she

thought.

Jenny raised her head and peered over Mikes shoulder. Suki stood there smiling

twirling a pair of wire cutters round her finger. 'SUKI' Jenny shouted gleefully

and ran to her sweeping the slim Japanese agent up in a great bear hug. 'What

the hell are you doing here' shouted Jenny happily.

When she could be persuaded to stop squeezing the life out of her friend and

fellow agent Suki explained 'I heard your message to HQ and it struck a chord.

Something about the names you mentioned so I looked Fraser up on the database,

had to go all the way up to code Purple to find him, but it seems he's on our

list to be watched. He was mixed up in a huge embezzlement scandal a few years

back involving a Government minister but nothing could be proved. I just

thought, suspect embezzler, large inheritance, you might need some help. So I

came. Just in time it would seem'.

She looked up 'Now, are you going to introduce me to your 'remarkably' well

endowed friend'. The two girls stood arm in arm smiling at Mike’s embarrassment

as he slowly moved to cover himself. 'If someone could remove these cuffs for me

I'll go and get dressed' he murmured.

Suki quickly picked the simple locks on his cuffs and he turned to climb the

stairs up to his room. The girls watched him go until Suki commented 'Mmmm nice

butt as well don't you think Jen?' Jenny blushed and said 'Can't say I noticed'.

Suki looked at her sharply detecting her quickening breath and how she had

reddened and refused to meet her gaze. 'You and him' she said 'you haven't have

you, you know' nodding conspiratorially. Jenny blushed even more 'No, no we

haven't' still not looking at Suki. 'Well not that anyway'.

No matter how hard she pressed Jenny steadfastly refused to tell her any more.

Especially not how Mike had ended up naked from the waist down. 'Oh. Alright'

said Suki finally giving up 'But would you like me to help put that tit back

into your bra for you'.

Epilogue

With her blouse ruined Jenny put on the powder blue high-necked sweater again.

Some time later she came down the long staircase to find Suki and Mike deep in

conversation. Mike was telling a story including gestures. His hips were

thrusting obscenely forward and then he punched himself on the backside. Suki's

eyes closed tight and her shoulders began to heave up and down. Her face started

to go red and she clutched her stomach. Mike meanwhile fained an injury so

serious as to be life threatening as she let out a huge unconfined roar of

laughter.

Even when the initial laughter subsided she continued giggling like a school

girl and hugging herself with glee. The troops back at HQ were going to love

this one.

They looked up as Jenny approached and Mike rose to greeted her with a kiss on

the cheek and a big hug. The tension had gone out of him now. Having a shotgun

thrust under your nose and being thrown into a life and death situation was

something that rarely happened to a Blacksmith. Suki calmed down and looked

around interestedly at the old house, all it's paintings and chandeliers.

Nothing like it was to be found in Japan she told Jenny. Will you give me a

tour' she asked. Jenny agreed and began explaining who some of the people in the

pictures were while Mike wandered off.

'What's down there' enquired Suki pointing to the steps leading to the lower

floors. 'Well there's the kitchens and the servants quarters as well as the

dungeon' explained Jenny. 'Dungeon' exclaimed Suki 'sounds interesting, show me

please'. 'Oh alright' sighed Jenny. 'Follow me'.

She led Suki down the dimly lit steps until they entered the familiar dingy

room. Suki was entranced by all the devices and instruments. She recognised the

stocks and braziers but puzzled over some others. 'What's this one' she asked

pointing at the Iron Maiden. 'Well you place your victim inside and then close

the door. The spikes on the inside do the rest. Very grisly' 'and this one' she

asked this time pointing at the Rack. 'That one is used to stretch the victim

until their joints pop out. Even grislier'.

'I don't understand. How does it work'. 'Well you lay the victim on the slab

here' said Jenny indicating the flat base of the device'. 'Go on show me' urged

Suki so Jenny hoped up and lay back. 'Then your hands go into the leather straps

at the top here'. 'Like this' said Suki innocently buckling the straps round

Jenny's wrists. 'Yes. That's it' replied Jenny. 'And the same with the ankles.

Yes. That's it. Now just turn the big wooden wheel there and the victim is

stretched until they either confess or they're eight foot tall'. Suki slowly

turned the wheel until the slack in the bindings was taken up and Jenny was

stretched to her full limit.

'Err..Suki you can release me now. You've seen how it works'. Suki smiled slowly

and moved to stand beside Jenny. She leant down until their faces were very

close together and said 'You and Mike were in a bad spot there weren't you'.

'Err..well..err..yes I suppose we were' stammered Jenny as she suddenly realised

were this was going. 'Suki please let me go, someone might come'. Jenny wriggled

her arms but the leather bindings while old still held her fast. Suki continued

'The big bomb would have killed you both if it had gone off wouldn't it?'

'Well..err..yes it would' Jenny sighed. 'So who stopped it going off?' 'Alright.

Yes, you did Suki. I admit it, you did. Now please let me go' Jenny finished

almost pleading. Suki smiled even more broadly. 'And what do we do when I save

your skin. Mmmm?' 'You get a reward I know but not here, not now, someone might

come down and see us'.

That was all Suki needed to hear as she lowered her face to Jenny's. Jenny

turned her head trying to avoid the kiss but she was powerless to resist when

Suki held her jaw and brought their lips together. She kissed her tenderly not

forcing it, not open mouthed, no tongues, no lustful mashing of lips until Jenny

responded in kind and they slowly gently tasted each other. Gradually the kiss

deepened and intensified until Jenny began to breath more heavily loosing

herself once more.

Jenny groaned as Suki broke the kiss and stood up. Taking the bottom of Jenny's

powder blue sweater she began pulling it up. Over her super flat stomach even

flatter now with her stretched out full length on the rack, and upward until her

lacy white bra was revealed. She reached round Jenny and pulled the back of the

sweater upward as well until finally the jumper was bunched around Jenny's

neck. With a final pull she yanked it up until it covered Jenny's head while the

neck still rested under her chin.

Jenny waited hardly daring to breathe until a soft ever so gentle hand began

massaging her upper chest. It soon swooped lower caressing the tops of her

breasts that overflowed the top of her bra. A finger hooked itself into the left

cup and slowly pulled down until her breast popped free. The other followed suit

and was exposed to the cool air in the dungeon. Hands softly gathered in her

mammaries and began a slow gentle massage of the enormous flashy mounds. 'Oh

Suki' she moaned as the ever so soft caressing continued. Soon her nipples

reacted and started to grow. Voluntarily this time from the sensations shooting

through her chest instead of forcibly like when Lucy and Natasha had molested

her.

A finger agonisingly slowly circled her areola, teasing her nipple into full

hardness. She groaned with pleasure. Suki had never been like this before she

was usually a lot more urgent in giving and taking her pleasure. Both nipples

extended skyward as her breasts were moulded round and together fingers and

thumbs now squeezing and tugging on their peaks. Suddenly a hot wet mouth

engulfed her left peak and she moaned out piteously as the mouth sucked softly

on her skin. Still tenderly both rubbery nipples were treated to the soft

sucking until her body began wriggling and writhing under the feathery assault.

Jenny moaned as the mouth left her tit. 'Oh God Suki don't stop. Please don't

stop now'. The hands stroked downward over her abdomen and hips until they came

to her skirt. Deftly they manoeuvred the skirt upward until it was bunched

around Jenny's waist exposing the lacy triangle of material that covered her

mons. A hand gently stroked over the outside of her thong bringing the pleasure

to the centre of her being. Suddenly the covering was ripped from her body. She

shrieked as the cold air hit her pink hairless slit. The fingers returned to

continue their teasing caresses. Up and down. Around and around maddeningly

slowly and tenderly they traced the outline of her pussy before a finger dragged

itself upward and over her erect and twitching clit. She nearly exploded on the

spot but just held on as she felt hot breath on her most intimate area. Fingers

softly spread her lips and a probing inquisitive tongue entered her. 'Ahhh' she

moaned as the tongue began exploring the pink moist insides of her pussy. Deeper

it delved pushing, twisting finding every nerve ending she had before pulling

out to journey upward to her waiting clitoris. Two fingers pressed each side of

her clit and pushed upwards until the tiny bump emerged from it's protective

covering. The tongue hesitated and Jenny held her breath waiting expectantly for

the first touch. But it didn't come. The tongue circled around her erect nubbin,

teasing her into a state of almost exquisite agony.

Suddenly her clit was sucked into a hot cavern of a mouth. Sucked again and

again starting a rhythm almost masturbating her clit between the soft lips that

had captured it and were now trying to suck the life from it. Jenny moaned and

moaned her hips bouncing up and down. 'Oh God. Yes. right there. More. More.

Please. Oh God yes'. A finger invaded her pussy slowly forging its way forward

until it reached Jenny's most tender inner spot. A second joined it stretching

her insides. The build up was complete and the final assault began. Both fingers

started to whip left and right across her g-spot. Jenny's hips began to rise as

she moved toward the final summit. Her clit was sucked inside the hot wet mouth

deeper than before and a tongue savagely dragged across it. Her internal muscles

gripped the fingers like a vice as Jenny screamed out loud. She rose up

stretching like a cat every muscle locking up as the incandescent explosion of

warmth began in her loins and spread out through her entire body. The assault on

her pussy continued keeping her at the pinnacle of her climax for as long as her

body could stand the exquisite agony until after nearly twenty seconds of the

most intense pleasure she slumped back onto the rack.

Her chest rose and fell as she tried to regain her breath. 'Jesus Christ Suki

that was the best ever. You've learnt a few new tricks since the last time we did that.

The edge of her sweater began to edge lower and as it passed her eyes she found

herself looking up into the laughing eyes of Mike. Confused she stammered

'Where's Suki'. 'She's over there' he answered nodding toward her where she sat

smiling, watching them. Jenny looked at her then back at him. 'MIKE!' she

shrieked. 'That was you'. The red flush on her face deepened even further as the

realisation of what he'd just done to her.

'Well I thought it was only polite to return the favour' he said kissing her

quickly on the lips.

She stared at him dumbfounded then muttered 'Bloody men'.

Mike released the leather straps holding her wrists and ankles and helped her

stand. As she straightened her clothes he said 'Of course you realise that that

wasn't my reward'. 'What do you mean not your reward. What the hell was it then'

she responded. 'It was yours' he answered slowly and deliberately 'for saving my

life'. She stood like a statue staring at him as he went on. 'We both know what

you're going to do to reward Suki don't we?' Jenny shot her a stern look but

only received a smile and a wiggle of the eyebrows in return. 'So now we need to

negotiate just what my reward is going to be'.

In a small quiet slightly quivering voice she asked 'What is it you want'.

He surveyed her face for a few seconds then said 'those things you said...those

things in the cell'. 'I thought they were your fantasy' she interrupted. 'I was

trying to get you excited as fast as possible'. 'Yes I know but were they just

mine...just my fantasy...completely'. He held his breath as she tried to discern

the deeper meaning of his words. 'No...not completely yours' she said quietly

looking down shyly.

At her answer the tension drained from within him and his body relaxed. Slowly

he exhaled then drew himself up to his full height and looking down at her spoke

in a deep aristocratic plumy voice 'Prisoner at the bar. You are charged with

many counts of grievous naughtiness, to wit, getting yourself all dirty making

mud pies in the garden, bathing with a member of the opposite sex and not least

of touching his little winkle while the parents weren't looking'.

'How plead you'.

After a seconds confusion at the sudden switch she smiled a knowing smile and

answered shyly 'Guilty Milord....Oh so very, very guilty'. 'Then I see no

alternative other than to sentence you to the maximum punishment. You will spend

a minimum of one hour in the town stocks. Court warden. please take charge of

the Prisoner'.

Suki leapt up and with a jaunty salute took Jenny by the arm and led her toward

her fate. The top wooden cross piece was lowered into place trapping the blonde

head and both hands then Suki moved across the room, turned and with a saucy

wink closed the heavy wooden door behind her.

As Mike moved purposefully toward the helpless blonde he felt a molten hot ball

of excitement growing in his loins while in it's deep dark cave the beast raised it's sullen head and cracked open an eye.

The end

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