THE EROTIC ADVENTURES OF LADY
PENELOPE: SITTING PRETTY
Outside a posh London
One of the gull-wing doors of the
car slowly opens and a small, middle-aged man in a grey chauffeur's uniform
trimmed in pink -- oddly enough -- hops out. As he does so, he presses a button
on his door that slowly opens the rear door of the car on the street side. When
the hinged door comes to a stop, the chauffeur bows and extends a hand as he
says in a thick cockney accent, "Mi Lady." A pink-gloved feminine
hand reaches out from within the car and takes the chauffeur's hand.
"Thank you, Parker," a sultry female voice says in a perfect English
accent that could cut glass.
Then, a delicate foot shod in
pink satin pointed-toe pumps with daringly thin 4 1/2-inch stiletto heels
gently touches down on the red carpet before disappearing under a hem of
flowing pale-pink satin. As the chauffeur helps her stand, a young blonde
socialite emerges from this strange pink car.
Her dress is stunning. She wears
a strapless gown with a full, flowing skirt. A fitted bodice helps accentuate
her slim waist and perfectly proportioned breasts, the fabric folded over at
the top to tastefully accentuate her cleavage without being too revealing. A
family heirloom diamond choker and a matching bracelet accessorize the dress
perfectly. She holds a diamond accented pink satin clutch in her right hand,
and matching pink satin opera-length gloves cover her toned but utterly
feminine arms to above the elbow.
As beautiful as this outfit is,
it pales in comparison to the young beauty wearing it. Her tasteful makeup and
pale-pink lipstick accentuate classically high cheekbones and full lips. Her
sparkling blue eyes pop, thanks to just the right touch of mascara. Dangling
diamond earrings -- undoubtedly part of the set with her choker and bracelet --
catch the light and shimmer beneath a stylish up-do hairstyle that exudes
class.
This woman clearly is a flower of
English aristocracy. Her beauty is exceeded only by her grace and style.
She is followed out of the car by
a handsome man who looks to be in his early 50s. His short hair is brown and
greying slightly at the temples. He is still fit and athletic, filling out a
well-tailored tuxedo rather nicely. But he looks slightly uncomfortable in
formal attire.
At first glance, an observer
would have to conclude that this man is the young woman's father or that
perhaps she is his trophy wife. But no, he is only her date for the evening.
She turns to her chauffeur and
softly says, "Thank you, Parker. Mr. Tracy will escort me from here."
Her faithful servant smiles and bows before closing the rear door of the car
And with that the gentleman in
the tux takes the young beauty's arm with a twinkle in his eyes and they
stepped onto the sidewalk and glide along the red carpet. One of the doormen
announces their arrival, saying, "Mr. Jeffrey Tracy of International
Rescue, and Lady Penelope Creighton-Ward."
As they move through the lobby
toward the elevators, where each couple is taken to the penthouse gala
separately, heads turn -- some who know Lady Penelope from her many appearances
at charity functions, some who know Jeff from his many high-profile rescues,
some who whose ayes are simply drawn by the vision of beauty that is her
Ladyship and some who have been waiting with a more sinister purpose for this
elegant couple to arrive.
"I'm so glad you invited me
to this event, Jeff," Lady Penelope says. "OXFAM is one of my
favourite charities."
"The award International
Rescue is receiving tonight is as much yours as it is ours, Lady Penelope"
Jeff tells her discreetly. "I know that your working relationship with us
is best kept out of the headlines, but you've been a major part of so much of
what we've accomplished in the past year. It wouldn't seem right if we couldn't
share it with you somehow."
"It's been my pleasure,
Jeff," she says as they move forward in the queue for the elevators.
"I hope you know that."
"I do," Jeff says.
"It's always a pleasure working with you, too. But tonight shouldn't be
work. We should get to enjoy a special evening once in a while, and who better
to enjoy it with than the most lovely young woman in London
"You flatter me, Mr.
Tracy," Lady Penelope says, blushing.
"It's Jeff, if you please,
Lady Penelope," he replies. "I may be old enough to be your father,
but you don't have to remind of that fact."
"I'm sorry, Jeff," she
says quickly with an almost girlish giggle. "I hope you know I didn't mean
it that way. I don't think of you as a father figure. I think of you as a
trusted colleague, as well as a good friend, and tonight I'll think of you as
my date. Agreed?"
"Agreed," he says with
a smile.
"And when we're not on
International Rescue business, it's 'Penelope' or 'Penny' and nothing more
formal," she tells him as they reach the front of the line. "All
right, Jeff?"
"Penelope it is," he
says. "I'm not quite ready to call you Penny yet."
They share a laugh as the door to
one of the elevators opens. But a security guard stops them for a moment and
sends another couple up in that elevator. Lady Penelope and Jeff Tracy are too
distracted by their conversation to think anything of this.
Then, they are ushered into the
elevator by a security guard and the doors close for their ride to the 72nd
floor.
The guard quickly pulls out a
cell phone and says into it, "She's with him just as you planned, and
they're on their way up. Yes, Elevator No. 3. I did my job. Right. I'll stay
until after it's done so I don't draw suspicion."
Inside the elevator, Jeff watches
the floors slowly go by like a nervous schoolboy as Lady Penelope looks at him
and thinks how lonely he must be. As far as she knows, he hasn't had a romantic
relationship since his wife died 10 years earlier in a fiery plane crash.
Someone in his position must find it difficult for a number of reasons, she
thinks.
Her thoughts are interrupted by a
faint hissing sound coming from above them. Jeff has already noticed it and is
concerned.
"Do you hear that?" he
asks her.
"The hissing?" she
asks. "Yes, but I don't see or smell anything. Is it the hydraulics,
perhaps?"
"I don't think so,"
Jeff says with growing concern. "I'm stopping the elevator."
He hits the emergency stop button
as the elevator comes to a halt and reaches for the door to the emergency
phone. But he's too late.
"My word," Lady
Penelope says, "I feel ... a bit ..."
She slumps forward into his arms
as he drops the emergency phone before they both crumple to the floor of the
elevator. A moment later, the elevator starts to move again -- this time
descending toward the service basement of the high-rise building.
Jeff Tracy awoke, but slowly, his
eyes adjusting to the light as a fuzzy image slowly began to come into focus
before him, and as it did he pushed back instinctively only to find he couldn’t
move.
“You once found you couldn’t look
at me enough, Jeff, and now not at all? It is hard to face one’s errors in
life, and it’s even harder to live with it as I have to, thanks to your
incompetence during a rescue,” the woman said, her voice rising slightly at the
end.
Jeff Tracy knew in an instant,
both from the voice and the explanation, who he was facing, although he never
would have been able to tell from just the face as she wore a partial mask
something akin to the Phantom of the Opera. Jeff knew all too well why.
His mind flashed back to a rescue
mission gone horribly wrong, not through any fault of his or his team, it was
simply a panicked reaction of the people they were trying to save.
Unfortunately, Susan Compton, International Rescue’s London agent and the
predecessor of Lady Penelope, got caught in the milieu while saving the last of
the people.
Jeff closed his eyes and he
didn’t want to think about it anymore. He’d tried to visit Susan in the
hospital many, many times, but she always refused him and after awhile everyone
else. They had been lovers as well as colleagues, but after the accident she
wanted nothing to do with him or with International Rescue in spite of his
pleas that he still cared for her.
He never saw her after that,
although he heard rumours, and what he heard he didn’t like. She had
supposedly aligned herself with an international criminal organization call
D.O.O.M. and she was specialising in assassinations. He’d always refused
to believe it, but now he was faced with the truth before him.
“You know I tried to see you so
many times in the hospital, but you refused. The accident was not your fault or
mine, it just happened,” he offered in a soft caring voice.
“You just wanted to assuage your
guilt over what you did to me and I wouldn’t let you off the hook, and I’m
still not about to,” she said. “We should have been together. If you truly had
loved me you never would have let what happened to me occur. But now I have the
perfect opportunity to pay you back for all the years I’ve had to wear this
mask and cover my once-beautiful face, a face you found so appealing much like
a certain other agent of International Rescue and my replacement in more ways
than one,” she menaced, barely holding her temper.
She snapped her fingers, the door
to the sterile-coloured and decorated room opened and two burly men carried in
Lady Penelope Creighton-Ward, who was unable to speak because of a cloth wadded
up inside her pretty mouth, as well as a thick over-the-mouth gag. Jeff was
instantly embarrassed for the both of them.
“Nice of you to join us, your
Ladyship. As you can see, this little get-together is a casual affair,” Susan
mocked.
Jeff had been stripped of his
tuxedo as he was left with just his shirt and pants, which had been
unzipped. Lady Penelope had been relieved of her designer pink gown and
was paraded before Jeff wearing only her pink strapless corset, which she
filled out and supported with ease, pale pink stockings held in place by
garters and a pair of matching coloured stiletto-heeled pumps completing the
look. She had been stripped of her panties, leaving her paradise exposed
for all to see.
“Well, it's good to see not
everything about you is pink in colour,” Susan mocked as she eyed the
family-heirloom diamond choker necklace, then reached into her purse and pulled
out a syringe.
“Relax, Jeff darling, it will
only hurt for a second,” she purred as the tip pricked his right arm and she
pressed down on the plunger.
Penelope watched in horror while
Susan laughed.
“Just as I remember and you, my
dear, will never forget. But, of course, I’m getting ahead of myself, and I’m
not being a very good host if I don't offer you something of the same cocktail
Jeff has just had,” Susan said with a smile as she injected a second needle
into her Ladyship's left arm.
Penelope felt the effects almost
instantly, her face becoming flushed as she felt herself becoming aroused,
although in a way she could conceal and Jeff could not as his elongated and
throbbing manhood emerged stiff and calling from his unzipped pants.
“Excellent! My little party can
now begin, but I feel it only fair to explain before you begin the game with
each other,” Susan purred as she continued. “Jeff’s hands are tied behind
his back and they, in turn, are tied to the rungs of the chair, which we've
bolted securely to the floor. His legs have been fastened to the back
legs of the chair, making it impossible for him to escape, but he can move up
and down a little, which will be of some interest to your Ladyship, I should
think,” she said and looked at her two henchmen, who each grabbed an arm of the
beautiful International Rescue agent. They raised Lady Penelope into the air,
legs kicking out wildly before they brought her under control, and lowered
her over the back of the chair and down onto Jeff’s muscular legs.
As the goons held Lady Penelope's
shoulders down, Susan quickly slipped a ring of cloth over the young beauty's
head and tightened it uncomfortably around her neck. She then ran the ends of
the two strands, one on either side of Lady Penelope's neck, down under the
beautiful aristocrat’s arms and secured them to the back of the rungs of the
chair. The agent’s pink satin-gloved arms were then tied together behind
her and to the back of the chair, and her ankles were secured to the legs at
the front of the chair so that she was sitting pretty in Jeff's lap.
“There, all complete. And you’ll
be relieved to know I used only the finest in pure silk to bind you in place.
After all, I know how much your Ladyship likes to be pampered. Which
reminds me, just a little added bonus,” she teased as she removed an atomizer
from her clutch purse and sprayed the knots.
“Just a little scent inducement
to set the mood. I believe this is your Ladyship’s perfume.
Besides, should you foolishly try to escape, wet silk is so very
difficult to untie."
"Susan, please, you don't
have to do this," Jeff pleaded with his former lover.
"Oh, but I do, dear Jeff --
for myself and for those who now pay my salary," Susan countered.
"You see, D.O.O.M. has contracted with a number of your adversaries to put
a stop to International Rescue's work, once and for all."
"Listen to me, Susan, even
if you must kill me, let Lady Penelope go free," Jeff said hopefully.
"She's done ..."
"Silence him!" Susan
shouted to her henchmen, one of whom then applied a couple of strips of
heavy-duty electrical tape over Jeff's mouth.
"That's more like it,"
she said, admiring their handiwork. "Neither you nor your little trollop
will have any further comment.
"Now to the peril or perhaps
you’ve already guessed. No matter I’ll enjoy explaining. You’ve
both been injected with a highly potent and extremely effective arousal drug.
As you can see, your Ladyship, Jeff is more than ready and I’m sure you are
more than lubricated to receive his member. The drug will force you two
together, and that’s when the fun starts. Your head can’t tilt back due to the
rungs of the high-back chair, your Ladyship, it can only go forward.
But that's not a viable option, thanks to those two strands from the ring of
silk about your lovely neck. As I'm sure you've already noticed, the silk
is tied into an elaborate slipknot that will tighten each time you move too
much,” she smiled, delighted in her scheme.
“Oh, you can try and use all that
vaunted willpower and discipline you’re so famous for to remain still, but I’m sure
Jeff’s instrument of pleasure is more than up to the task of distracting you.
And with those gags in place, it will be your bodies doing all the talking.
"Just to make things a
little more interesting,” she said and snapped her fingers, at which point her
two goons lifted Jeff slightly off the chair despite his struggles and put a
device under him. They continued to hold him while she explained further.
“I wouldn’t sit back down, Jeff
darling. Not unless you want to create an even bigger explosion than the ones
you and your lovely companion will create all on your own. I’ve placed a
C4 explosive device under you. The trigger activates on downward
pressure, so you’re best to stay exactly was you are, or perhaps you could push
up just a bit. Here, let me help you a little,” she smiled evilly as she
closed a hand around his shaft and guided his tip until it contacted the wet,
yielding lips of his date as Lady Penelope mmmppphhhed into her thick gag..
“I should think you'll not be
able to resist his magic, your Ladyship. I never could,” she offered.
“Well, my task here is finished, as the both of you soon will be.
"I suppose it comes down to
this: How long are you willing to support the aristocracy, Jeff, and how
determined are you to push down the commoner, your Ladyship,” she laughed and
then floated from the room with the two henchmen to leave the lovers to a fate
that would be explosive in more ways than one.
“Oh, good heavens! How utterly
embarrassing for the two of us," her Ladyship thought as she kept as still
as possible. "I must not look at Jeff, although I so desperately want to.
The drug is only heightening all the pent-up desire I have for him,”
Jeff Tracy had always been a
gentleman with Lady Penelope. After all, at least two of his sons
were older than the beautiful aristocrat, but he feared that the
combination of her obvious physical attributes and the stimulant cocktail
coursing through his bulging veins would make it impossible for him to resist
her charms. Under different circumstances, this would be quite an evening's
entertainment for any man. But this is not the sort of pleasure a gentleman
takes, Jeff thought.
Lady Penelope called upon all her
resources to resist the desire to surround this man's magnificent appendage. She
felt her desires calling to her, that primal instinct to push and engulf him in
a wash of yielding flesh and to feel his pounding manhood inside her as she had
imagined so many times. He was so close and she was so ready to receive
him, but Lady Penelope held resolute in her determination to deny the pleasure
she so wanted as long as her body could hold out. But she knew she was just one
part of the equation.
“Hang on, Jeff darling,” she
pleaded in her mind, feeding him all the positive energy she could.
Despite Lady Penelope's steely
resolve, gravity was already starting to take effect as her lips slowly
parted and Jeff began to slide inside her. The sensation of exquisitely
slow penetration was already having the desired effect on the bound aristocrat,
who felt herself beginning to tingle more than a little as her breathing and
pulse quickened.
For his part, Jeff was trying to
focus all of his energy on holding the couple aloft while still working on the
knots around his wrists. Fortunately, Susan had not sprayed the nylon ropes
binding him with Lady Penelope's perfume. "It won't be easy,"
he thought, "but if I can just find a way to take some of the
pressure off, I know I can untie these knots"
But his thoughts were interrupted
by the same kind of tingling Lady Penelope was already feeling as each
millimeter of slow penetration brought Jeff closer and closer to what he
knew deep down was inevitable. This was one part of the perilous
predicament Susan had devised that would not be governed by skill or willpower
but by physics and by nature, he soon realized.
The peril was insidious, and
without the noose about her neck this would have been something Lady Penelope
would have been interested in trying -- privately, of course, she told
herself. Her spectacular legs were bound in such a way that cramping
became distinct and adjustments to right the situation were needed.
Unfortunately, that would drive her about Jeff and cause a reaction from him,
then her.
“A sexual domino effect leading
to both our demises in a cascade of pleasure and peril,” she surmised as her
body moved involuntarily and her lips caught Jeff’s throbbing tip just enough
to hold it in a firm, warm embrace and more than enough to stimulate him.
“No, Jeff, don’t follow my mistake,
please!” she pleaded in her mind.
But her colleague and now lover
had already lost that battle, a cramp forming in Jeff's right leg forcing him
to adjust his position as their bodies merged further.
“MMMMMMMMMMM!!” Lady Penelope
moaned through her thick gag as the aristocrat felt Jeff's engorged shaft drive
deeper into her paradise as he pushed upward.
“More, more!” she
exclaimed in her mind, even as she tried to pull away. But she soon found
the noose drawing inward as a warning sign.
"I know that every time I
push upward, I push her a little bit closer to death," Jeff thought sadly,
unable to look Lady Penelope in her sparkling blue eyes, "but if I relax
even a little, I'll slip down onto that detonator and we'll both die. We have
to work together."
Lady Penelope knew only too well
what giving in would mean to her, but she was losing control of her own body.
“I’ve wanted this for so long,
and now I must not let it happen,” she thought, even as her lust defied her and
her hips swayed slightly and she took him in full measure as she
gasped through her gag.
Now fully impaled, Lady Penelope
shifted experimentally in a vain attempt to lift herself off Jeff's stiff
shaft, but she found that all of her weight was on his legs and she could not
gain any leverage with her own legs because the stiletto heels of her
satin pumps were suspended at least six inches off the floor. The silk around
her neck also limited her movements. No, Penelope concluded,
Jeff would remain deep inside her until someone freed them from
this diabolical deathtrap.
Soon, the drug was too powerful
even for Lady Penelope Creighton-Ward’s English determination. She was
soon dancing her siren call about Jeff’s pulsing stem as he filled her with
desire.
As Jeff closed his eyes and
fought to keep them off the pressure pad on the seat, every movement of his
hips seemed to push him deeper inside her and he could feel just how tight and
wet she was. Jeff's mind told him again and again that this was his colleague,
Lady Penelope that she was young enough to be his daughter and that he must
resist the urges he was feeling to pump her deeply and vigorously. But her
body and his were communicating on an entirely different level, thanks to the
drugs they had been given, their predicament and their unfulfilled desires.
Even when he looked into her eyes he no longer saw his friend and fellow
International Rescue operative, but an incredibly sexy young woman who was
perfectly positioned to pleasure him.
Then it happened. Jeff, like most
men, could not resist the womanly skills of Lady Penelope and he felt his stiff
shaft swelling even more as her twitching muscles took him right up to the
edge. He had to pick his battle: Jeff could either continue to hold back
the torrent that was about to flow from him or he could continue to hold them
both off the chair above the explosive device. He could not do both!
Jeff gazed deep into Lady P's
blue eyes with a look that said, "Forgive me for what I'm about to
do," and then he gave in to his body. Jeff tensed the muscles
that were burning in his legs as he pushed upward and his hot liquid shot
into her. He grunted through the tape covering his mouth as he emptied himself
with a few quick, almost involuntary thrusts.
“Oh, yes!” Lady Penelope's mind
purred as Jeff climaxed and she drew up and down about his caged animal,
wringing the last vestiges of pleasure from him with her ivory walls.
“OOOMMMMMMM!” her muffled voice
shouted into the thick gag as her petite, wonderful form jiggled in the chair,
shaking it. Then it was her turn to climax as she squeezed her pink-stockinged
thighs tightly around him and held on for dear life.
Lady Penelope could feel Jeff
coursing in and out in a symphony of motion, his baton playing a delightfully
deadly piece on her body. Lady Penelope’s head snapped about, then
forward and the noose drew about her neck in a not uncomfortable but foreboding
way.
“I’ve secured all of his craven,
delicious manroot," she thought as her senses came back to her. "The peril
is working just as Susan Compton planned, and I feel we’ll be powerless to stop
it in our present condition.”
Fortunately, the explosive device
was not sensitive enough to be triggered by the puddle that was quickly forming
beneath the reluctant lovers. They rested for a minute or so before Penelope
was pushed up as Jeff raised himself from a near-fatal contact with the trigger
of the explosive device.
"Oh, no! Here I go
again," Jeff thought as he clenched his square jaw and fought off a particularly
nasty cramp in his left leg this time. He could feel his buttocks almost
touching the pressure trigger and knew what he had to do.
A muffled scream of
“EEEEEEEMMMMMM!” escaped through Lady Penelope's gag as he ignited their
fuses. The spark hit a powder keg of passion for the lady and she was
soon twisting and thrashing in ecstasy as the noose tightened perceptibly and
Jeff began to slump and slip downward inside her, the cramp in his leg still
causing him excruciating pain as he fought valiantly to keep from blowing them
to bits.
“I have no choice. In spite of my
present peril, I must save us, at least for the present,” Lady Penelope
thought, even as the noose drew tighter about her neck.
She pulled Jeff back up to her
using all her womanly charms. The slow, methodically sexy motion of a woman’s
hips can capture and hold a man, and Lady Penelope held Jeff easily until his
cramp subsided and he took over and pushed her ever deeper into her own
peril. She gave him just enough to hang her, and then left it to
him. Her motion and slow, rolling caresses boiled up the desire in him
and Jeff was soon overtaking her motion and slipping about inside her in a way
she found so intoxicating and dangerous as she climaxed along with him.
The noose began to cut off
Penelope's airway slightly, but she was now so captured in the drug and peril
that she had no way or desire to stop. She wanted all the passion and danger it
brought with it.
Lady Penelope changed her motion
and jerked her body until Jeff was positioned better for her. She smiled
faintly at him through her gag and adjusted again until she began a slow
side-to-side slide of her hips. The motion pulled his obelisk, still so
hard as she hungered for it, across his body and her encasement. He caught
the motion and followed. She dipped her hips to one side every few sways,
leading the dance.
Jeff was trying to focus on
staying off the pressure trigger and working his wrist bonds, where he was
making slow but steady progress on the knots. Still, this was a physical
challenge -- as well as a psychological one -- as demanding as any he had
faced in his long International Rescue career.
“I know Jeff is in excellent
shape, so he can do this. It's just ... can we resist this decidedly lethal
peril long enough to succeed or, for that matter, can I refuse his marvelous
tool?” Lady Penelope thought as she was worked and fought for air.
She was sheened in sexual
translucence from their coupling, her perfume heavy in the air and adding to
the eroticism, an opponent Penelope was fighting and losing with each brush of
her hips.
But Jeff once again was finding
that the only way to keep them aloft was to work deeper into Lady Penelope,
even though he knew that might mean hastening her end if he failed.
“Patience, Jeff. Work with me,”
Penelope pleaded as she endured his sudden thrusts, each tightening the silk
about her lovely neck just a little bit more.
She coaxed him back to her
motion, but by then it was too late for the International Rescue agent. She
came again as her hips surged and seized Jeff in caresses. Drug or no drug, his
will was no match for her body. They both were lost in themselves, but
especially Jeff as he drove into her endlessly in an effort to satiate himself.
"Oh, God!" he thought.
"She is incredible! If we ever get out of this
alive, I ..." And he pushed even deeper inside her with a
now-rhythmic pumping that heralded yet another climax.
Her Ladyship was powerless to
stop him; Jeff's experience more than a match for her youthful vigour as she
was spun into a constant vortex of pleasure. Her body shook and writhed
in his lap as the noose cinched tighter and tighter with each delirious motion.
The duo's bucking and Lady
Penelope's increasingly desperate struggles had been slowly bouncing the explosive
device toward the left side of the chair. Her Ladyship was too lost
in this erotic peril to notice, but the fact that more than half of the
device was now hanging off the side of the chair was not lost on Jeff as he
regained his senses after emptying himself yet again. He had been working on
the knots of rope around his wrists, and if he could just shake the chair
a bit more, maybe ... just maybe he could free them from the explosive
peril and then set about freeing Lady Penelope from hers.
But time was growing short
for her Ladyship, and the only way to bounce the explosive all the way off
the chair, Jeff reasoned, was if he thrust upward into her even more violently
if this were possible. He knew only too well what this would do to Lady
Penelope, but again, he had no choice, as he tried to tell her with his eyes.
"I'm so sorry," he
thought. "No man should ever do what I am about to do to you, but it's our
only hope. If I don't do this now, I won't have the strength after I cum the
next time."
Jeff closed his eyes out of shame
as he began to pump Lady Penelope as thoroughly as he had wanted to from the
moment he had seen her in his chemically enhanced state.
As she was bounced up and down in
a blur of sexual energy, the young beauty tried desperately to regain some
semblance of control of her own peril. “Please, Jeff, stop! I can’t
breathe much longer. Please, love, no more! No, darling! No, I can’t….” she
thought as the chair shook and her situation took a dire turn.
Lady Penelope's back arched
severely as another orgasm hit and the slipknotted silk about her
neck completed its deadly job. As Jeff felt her body strain upward to its
limits and cum again, he saw her eyes go wide with terror as she tried to take
a breath and realized that she was now fully strangled.
The head of International Rescue
found himself as lost in the moment as Lady P was, his stiff shaft shooting yet
another stream of hot liquid as he emptied himself into her chamber as she
reflexively milked every drop from him. But then, fortune finally smiled
upon them as the device fell from the shaking chair to the floor and landed in
a way that did not detonate the explosive.
As Jeff regained
some control, he immediately sat down on the chair and turned
his attention fully to the bonds at his wrists. He used all of his skills
to work on the ropes as quickly as humanly possible, but would it be quickly
enough for Lady Penelope?
"Hang on, Penelope! Hang
on!" he thought, not appreciating the irony in his choice of words as the
silken noose sent his colleague spiraling downward into a black hole
of exquisite pleasure and excruciating pain.
The bound aristocrat was
slowly dying before Jeff, the color disappearing from her face as her juices
flowed freely onto the chair below them in a crashing wave of multiple orgasms.
The slipknot wouldn't loosen now, despite Jeff's seated position as Lady
Penelope's legs straightened as much as possible in her stringent bondage. She
thrashed about wildly, all control gone as every cell in her body cried out for
oxygen. But her frantic struggles only made matters worse for Lady P as
tears streamed down her cheeks and her pupils began to dilate.
Jeff could feel her vaginal
muscles tightening around him in a vise-like death embrace knowing he had only
moments to save her. He managed to untie his wrists just as a writhing,
struggling Lady Penelope was about to lose consciousness.
"There!" he shouted
into his gag as he quickly fumbled for the ends of the wet silk that ran
from the chair back around her Ladyship's neck. She had stopped struggling as
he quickly loosened the slipknot around her throat before pulling the tape off
his own mouth.
Lady Penelope Creighton-Ward’s
body dropped limply forward, her head resting on Jeff’s shoulder as he then
undid the knots that bound her satin-gloved arms, finally freeing the beautiful
young woman as with a sense of incredible relief he felt her magnificent
breasts rising and falling against his chest.
A low murmur was accompanied by her
gloved arms delicately slipping about his neck.
“Are you all right, your
Ladyship?” Jeff said, his voice filled with concern.
“Heavenly, Jeff, and please, from
now on I think you should call me Penny, at least in our more private moments,
which I think we both agree this should remain so,” she said in a dreamy state
induced by asphyxia and orgasms as her head rose to meet his.
“I quite concur your Lady... I
mean Penny,” he corrected himself as he smiled, seeing the color coming back to
her face and her shoulders now flushed.
“How in the world did you manage
to free us?” she finally asked, almost as an afterthought.
“I’ll tell you in a few moments,”
he said making a motion to rise from the chair.
“You haven’t spent a Penny yet,
Mr. Tracy,” she cooed with a knowing look on her face and a tightening of her
body about his.
“Please, call me Jeff,” he smiled
back as their lips came together for the first of many times and couplings now
that there were no restraints on them in either sense.
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