Belinda (14 page)

‘Elizabeth… Kitty…' Miss Rothschild's severe voice interrupted the sweet slurping and panting of the three females. ‘That's enough of that for now.'

Miss Ladyfield broke away from the kiss while Miss Katz stood, patted her hair into place, and regained her composure. Both ladies were clearly highly aroused. Belinda was in a daze. She remained with her hands on her head and breasts heaving as Miss Rothschild studied her body relentlessly.

‘You really are quite adorable, my dear,' she said evenly, and then nodded to her two colleagues.

Belinda allowed them to position her over the bench without a sound of protest; she knew it would be useless. Miss Rothschild gripped her wrists and held them firmly so she could not move or protect herself. ‘I think we are ready for the cane,' she announced.

Belinda watched over her shoulder as Miss Ladyfield went to the same cupboard and returned with two canes. She disappeared from her line of vision, and then she felt cold fingers raise the leather skirt and tug the drawers down to her knees.

‘You will each administer six strokes,' Miss Rothschild instructed, and then looked at Belinda. ‘And you will take your punishment bravely. Do you understand?'

Belinda nodded, closed her eyes, and waited.

A hand gently smoothed her exposed buttocks… There was a sudden swish and fire licked across Belinda's bottom. She jerked on the polished bench, but Miss Rothschild held her firm with surprising ease. A second swish quickly followed and Belinda writhed again. Her wrists were clamped in one hand and a second soothed her hair as Miss Rothschild whispered encouragement to her. The punishment continued remorselessly as Belinda bit her lip and sobbed quietly; she was determined not to cry for mercy.

Eventually the unjust beating was over. The two canes were placed carefully on the bench, and then fingers dipped into her soaking vagina. Belinda had not the inclination or ability to resist, and quickly she was brought to a shuddering orgasm on the bench while Miss Rothschild gently soothed and stroked her hair.

Her wrists were released and she stood stiffly, sniffling and wiping her wet eyes on her sleeves. The leather skirt swayed not unpleasantly against her sore bottom.

‘You have done very well, my dear,' said Miss Rothschild. ‘You have accepted your punishment with admirable dignity.'

It was over. She was free. She would gather her money, buy a horse, and head for the Rockies.

‘However,' continued Miss Rothschild, the smile leaving her icy eyes, ‘you are clearly guilty of murder.'

‘No!'

‘We don't believe in hanging,' the brutal woman ignored the interruption. ‘You will therefore spend twenty years in the special dungeon below the Sheriff's office, with only him – and sometimes us – as visitors… Sheriff!'

Hanglin pushed Belinda through the dark and empty streets in a state of acute excitement. He walked close behind the stunned girl, prodding his erection against her at every step. Familiar as she was with his ‘riding equipment', she had never known it in such a state of arousal. As he rushed her towards the cell he was panting in a way that would have worried the town doctor.

‘Belinda,' he rasped in her ear, ‘you should have seen it all from where I was watching. You were terrific. Let's get back to the cell!'

All Belinda could think about was spending her whole life over again locked up for a crime she did not commit. This could not be happening to her. She tried to think constructively but her mind was in a spin, and having the Sheriff jabbing and pinching her like an annoying schoolboy did not help.

‘I've never felt so fucking randy, Belinda,' he wheezed as he manhandled her into the cell. ‘I'm so worked up by watching you tonight! Belinda, I want you to do something to me I've always dreamt of but couldn't risk the scandal. I trust you, and with you going to be shut off from the world for such a long time…'

Belinda stared at him in abject misery. What devious fantasy had he in mind? Apparently nothing that new, she sighed, as he unbuckled his belt and pulled it from his trouser loops.

Clearly trembling and sweating profusely he took his handcuffs. Belinda stared at them miserably. She knew what was coming. But then he clipped one cuff around his right wrist and offered the other to her. ‘Belinda… please. You've just got to do it. I've been going crazy since I first saw you. I knew you were the one to fulfil my dream.'

Belinda gawped in disbelief. ‘You – you mean you want me to…?'

‘You must! Handcuff me to the bars and beat me!'

The sweat was bursting out on his brow and staining his shirt beneath his arms. Before Belinda could gather her thoughts he removed his gun belt and dropped his trousers. His erection was larger and throbbed more fiercely than she had ever seen before. Half expecting a sudden mood swing she cautiously took the offered cuff, threaded it around one of the bars of the cell, locked it onto his other wrist, and stepped back.

He was tethered – and could not escape! She must be dreaming. Normally he would have been right to trust her – she was a very trustworthy young lady – but present circumstances were somewhat extreme. She checked the metal bonds. He really was unable to touch or pursue her. This was all too difficult to believe.

‘Please Belinda!' he croaked.

Her immediate instinct was to flee, but she was cautious. ‘Why should I do any more to please you? Haven't you taken enough pleasure from me since I came to this loathsome place?'

‘Please! Now's your chance for revenge! Use your anger and beat me. I deserve it!'

Belinda glanced surreptitiously at his angry erection spearing up from his groin. It was truly impressive and she felt her stomach tighten at the sight. She slowly reached out, curled her fingers around its length, and firmly stroked back and forth. ‘Is it really what you want from me?' she asked huskily.

Hanglin nodded. ‘I do – I do.' His penis swelled even more in her hand as she picked the belt up off the floor and stroked it against his tensed buttocks. A little issue dribbled from the tip of his shiny helmet and coated her moving fingers.

‘Do you want me to make you come?' Belinda whispered as sexily as she could.

‘I'm close already,' he croaked. ‘Please beat me now.'

Belinda pumped him a few more times and then squeezed the bulbous plum in her palm. ‘Close your eyes,' she whispered, and milked him harder and faster until he erupted impressively and splattered the floor with his seed. He groaned in throes of ecstasy, and she swiftly removed her drawers and stuffed them into his gaping mouth before he could react.

Belinda tiptoed out into the cool night, terrified of bumping into somebody. But nobody was about as she crept down the silent, moonlit street. She stopped only long enough to get rid of the uncomfortable boots. She knew it was best to presume the worst; that the Sheriff would be discovered sooner rather than later. There were only two roads out of town, east and west into open country. She could not run far enough in that time to avoid being run down by him or his deputies, who would obviously split up to search both roads simultaneously. But Belinda was a clever girl from a resourceful family. Instead of heading out of town she went only a few buildings down the street and crawled under the wooden sidewalk. From there she wriggled in until she was beneath the raised building itself. They would never imagine her to be so near, and she would wait until the following night before sneaking off westwards.

No sooner had she settled down than she heard footsteps coming along the sidewalk. Her eyes widened as she heard the voices. It was the Sheriff and Elizabeth Ladyfield!

‘Are you sure she's gone?' asked the conniving woman.

‘Yep,' replied Hanglin confidently. ‘Worked a treat. She thinks she's escaped. Won't be back for fear of being hanged or locked up for life. Your reputations are safe.'

‘It was clever of you to acquire her for us like that,' said the redhead sweetly. ‘We each found her utterly irresistible from the moment she arrived here, and she was certainly worth the wait. How did you discover her intended had been murdered?'

‘From one of the girls – Jennifer. Got her to befriend Belinda and dig up whatever she could. I was able to make up that murder warrant shit and she believed it. Yep, Jennifer did me well.'

Belinda felt empty. Even her only friend had betrayed her. She stared bleakly into the gloom.

‘Are you sure she believed the story about a dungeon under your office?' Elizabeth said. ‘We could not afford for her to return telling tales of how we enjoyed ourselves at her expense. The gossip just would not do.'

‘Don't worry, Miss Ladyfield,' the Sheriff assured her. ‘She'll probably die out there without food and water. Forget her.'

‘Very well, if you say so.'

‘I do. Anyway, how's about that reward you promised if my clever plan worked?'

‘Of course, Sheriff,' the woman said. ‘It will be my pleasure to administer the punishment our dear Miss Hopeworth failed to deliver.'

‘Elizabeth,' said the Sheriff, ‘you are an angel.'

‘Just be sure of one thing,' she warned as they walked away and their voices faded. ‘Make sure that young lady isn't still around. If you see her, get her out of town and kill her…'

Betrayed, tricked, and beaten, Belinda now also realised she had lost all her savings; she could not be seen in Golden Seat ever again and they were in the bank. The past six weeks had all been for nothing.

She crept out of town feeling extremely sad and alone. If she stayed she would die – if she left she would probably die. Not much of a choice. She sobbed and stumbled westwards until fatigue drew her to the stony ground and she plunged into restless unconsciousness.

Belinda knew the sun was high even before she opened her eyes, but thought herself delirious when she heard and recognised a guttural voice.

‘The lord taketh away and the lord giveth back.'

Thonnig! Her eyes blinked open. The Danish wagon train was stopped close by and Thonnig was staring down at her.

‘We were glad to find the road again,' he said. ‘We did not think to find you too.'

In a pair of grudgingly loaned shoes to protect her feet and wearing only her blouse and short leather skirt, Belinda stumbled along all afternoon shackled behind Thonnig's wagon.

Anna sat in the back watching Belinda with contempt. She made frequent shows of drinking mugs of water with great satisfaction, knowing how parched Belinda must be in the heat and the dust.

They did not stop until dusk, and it was fully dark by the time they had formed a square and lit a fire. Belinda was ignored and left manacled to the wagon. Exhausted, she took the opportunity to lie down, and was just dozing when she heard movement.

Anna and Thonnig were moving stealthily around the wagon towards her, looking back to make sure they hadn't been seen by their comrades. They knelt down beside her, and each put a finger to their lips to warn her to be quiet.

‘We have come to help you,' Thonnig whispered. ‘The others are angry because you ran off with savage atheists and left us to work on the Sabbath.' Belinda started to protest but Anna clamped a hand over her mouth as Thonnig continued. ‘They are so enraged by your putting our eternal souls at risk that they are talking of striping you with a red-hot iron.'

Belinda gasped at the fearsome thought. Anna removed her hand.

‘We can help you,' whispered Thonnig conspiratorially. ‘I am still the leader and they will listen to me.'

‘Please, talk to them,' urged Belinda.

‘We will help you if you will help us,' said Anna.

‘What do you mean?' Belinda had a fair idea what she meant, and her suspicions were quickly confirmed.

‘If you agree to permit us to take our pleasure without fear of betrayal,' said Thonnig, ‘I will persuade them to exact a more reasonable punishment.'

Belinda wasn't sure if he was telling the truth about the branding, but it would do no harm to be safe. She'd been through too much to be troubled by anything this weird couple had in mind. She despised these hypocrites, but self-preservation was very much the order of the day. ‘Very well,' she acquiesced quietly.

Thonnig and Anna exchanged sly smiles. He shuffled in the dirt until his knees nudged against Belinda's shoulder. Opening his trousers with clumsy haste he fished his awakening penis into the open where it bobbed above her face. He masturbated until he was fully erect, and then crouched over her on all fours and slowly pumped his hips and slid his penis across her soft lips. At the same moment Anna's fingers stroked their way beneath the short leather skirt and found her swollen and moist labia. They cleverly found her clitoris and coaxed it beautifully. Belinda's thighs lolled apart and she sighed deeply. As her lips peeled apart Thonnig astutely altered the angle of his hips and sank into her unguarded mouth until his pubic hair cushioned against her hot face. Belinda sucked as hard as she could to prevent herself from choking. She felt Anna straddle her leg and grind her own soaking vagina against her knee. She could hear the couple struggling to suppress their groans of pleasure when there was a sudden and awful interruption.