Belinda

by Bryan Caine

  ‘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.

  Chapter Nine

  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 Tho
nnig 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.

  ‘Father!’ It was Jens. ‘Mother!’

  The weight and warmth of both bodies instantly left Belinda and her mouth gaped. The three of them looked up in shock and saw the equally horrified faces of Jens and the girl Helle staring down at them from the back of the wagon…

  ‘And her evil powers have worked their demonic ways upon us and brought shame to two loving parents in the eyes of their son and a sweet god-fearing girl.’

  Thonnig was concluding his condemnation to the other seven adults in the group. They were sitting on boxes in a half-circle around Belinda and the hypocritical speaker. Jens and Helle stood glumly at the back, and Belinda noticed the pretty blonde’s tear-streaked face.

  Upon being discovered Thonnig had shown a great gift for quick thinking. He had roared ‘Satan!’ and immediately shouted for the other couples to run to see how the evil Belinda had corrupted them. As a consequence Jens and Helle were to be beaten in front of the congregation, ‘To expunge from their minds the terrible wickedness they had witnessed when Thonnig and Anna had fallen victim to the evil witch.’

  Thonnig ordered them both to come forward and strip naked in front of everyone, and they then had to stand in awkward and obedient silence while the self-appointed jury studied them with contempt.

  Belinda’s anger rose at the thought that they hadn’t even done any wrong, and her pity increased as she gazed upon their unblemished pale bodies.

  Thonnig decided he would attend to Helle and that the girl’s mother should therefore be the one to punish his son. Helle’s mother was a powerful looking blonde. She came forward, sat on a box and beckoned Jens. Thonnig took a similar position facing her and ordered Helle to him. The naked teenagers stood with heads bowed, the girl with the man and the boy with the woman.

  Thonnig gripped Helle’s thighs with his thumbs close to but not quite touching her sweet blonde patch of curls. ‘You have been corrupted by vile wickedness, and it must be driven from you,’ he pronounced with great piety. Then with an expression of gravity which Belinda knew to be a despicable sham he drew the teenager across his lap and tight against the bulge that Belinda could see in the flickering glow from the campfire.

  The big blonde said the same to Jens and gripped his thighs, and Belinda’s cheeks blushed with embarrassment for the youth as his lovely penis lurched and bobbed at the touch. She could remember the feel and taste of it in her mouth, and felt a little disappointed as he allowed himself to be prostrated over the skirted lap and thus obscured it from view.

  Thonnig and the blonde started spanking in unison. He would raise his hand, she would do the same, and they would then strike simultaneously.

  Helle wriggled and sobbed under Thonnig’s leathery blows until her buttocks glowed pink in the night air. In contrast Jens remained totally impassive and uttered not a sound for the duration of his punishment. Belinda admired his resolve, and could detect great determination in his character. In her eyes he was already more of a man than his father would ever be.

  Nobody spoke as Helle and Jens stood up and followed Thonnig and the blonde away from the group and into the surrounding darkness. Belinda silently backed away, dipped beneath a wagon, and peered out into the night. A cloud drifted high above and the barren land was suddenly bathed in silvery moonlight. It was as she guessed. The big woman was kneeling in front of Jens swallowing his penis avidly, while her daughter was kneeling beside her and attending to Thonnig in a similar fashion, though clearly with a great deal less enthusiasm.

  Belinda was dismayed for the teenagers, but could not tear her eyes from the immensely erotic scene. Jens understandably came first as the woman lustfully increased her attentions, her head gliding up and down his length from base to tip. He looked at Helle sucking his father, and then gripped her mother’s head, stiffened, and groaned loudly. Belinda knew exactly what the woman was tasting, and instinctively licked her own lips enviously. The woman continued sucking and chewing without any loss of rhythm until the drained young cock plopped softly and wetly from her mouth.

  Thonnig’s imminent orgasm was clearly building, and Belinda was intrigued to watch Helle attending to him with elegant and unexpected expertise. Her fist was wrapped around the base of his cock and she pumped it while her lips and tongue dealt with the top half and the shiny helmet. Belinda knew from her own experience that this clever method would keep the full length of him out of Helle’s mouth.

  Helle’s breasts swayed sweetly against Thonnig’s hairy thighs as she toiled diligently, and then he cursed under his breath and stabbed his groin at her innocent face. At that moment the moon slid behind a cloud and Belinda strained to see through the inky darkness. She felt suspended on a wave of excitement. She held her breath and waited, and then the silvery light slithered across the terrain once more and she saw Helle kneeling back on her haunches with Thonnig’s brute of a penis dripping seed onto her gently swelling breasts and erect nipples. He was leaning back against a wagon with his face turned up to the dark sky and his chest heaving violently. Jens was staring at him with undiluted venom in his eyes.

  Creeping back to the campfire Belinda decided she hated the perfidious Thonnig and Anna more than anyone else she had ever met. The latter, the two remaining couples and Helle’s father were waiting when the quartet returned. Thonnig curtly told the teenagers to get dressed and Helle’s mother joined her husband.

  ‘It would be a waste to deal with this demon tonight,’ Thonnig said to the group, indicating Belinda. ‘You have all seen enough punishment to enable you to perform the divine task of procreation with dedication. Go now to your wagons.’

  The group mumbled their agreement and hastily dispersed.

  Anna embraced Thonnig and, ensuring Belinda was watching, lewdly squeezed his dormant penis through his trousers. ‘We had better keep her with us, dear one,’ she hissed breathlessly. ‘Perhaps it will encourage fresh life into this for me…’

  Belinda traipsed along with the little wagon train all day, weary from the endless demands of the contemptible couple through the previous night. She was not manacled, but the hostile countryside rising steadily towards the Rocky Mountains convinced her that she was better off with the religious sect.

/>   She had to do all the work during the midday break whilst the others lay in the cool shade of their wagons. Her only source of comfort was that she was at least heading in the right direction, towards the town of Los Angeles and a new life.

  That evening was considerably colder than the one before, due to their steady climb during the day. Belinda wished they would at least have the decency to lend her a long skirt as she huddled as close to the fire as possible. Dinner was over and she was made to stand and listen as, seated piously on their boxes, the sect discussed her forthcoming punishment for being an evil temptress. Helle and Jens sat at the back. They were allowed to listen, but at their ages they had not yet been initiated into the sect and were therefore precluded from contributing to the discussion.

  The suggestions were wide-ranging and perverse, and Belinda was dreading one in particular when it was put forward by one of the wives. ‘What about the hot iron? Before we were talking about the hot iron, and now it is not mentioned!’

  Belinda’s heart sank and the familiar sickness rose in her stomach. The gathering muttered and nodded. The woman continued, ‘She is the devil in the guise of a whore. She destroys the minds of decent folk and flaunts it in those shameful clothes. Look at that shameful skirt!’

  The mood was turning angry; the muttering increased in volume and the nodding increased in vigour. Belinda silently begged Thonnig with her eyes, but that wicked liar merely shrugged indifferently.

  Suddenly the whole group fell silent and turned in amazement to Helle as the teenager stood and spoke calmly. ‘Brand her.’

  ‘What?’ roared Thonnig.

  ‘Brand her. Brand her before she destroys us all. Before she possesses our minds with her evil powers.’

  ‘Helle!’ shouted her mother while the rest of the group sat gawking in disbelief. ‘What on earth do you think you are doing?!’