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CHAPTER SEVEN

"I'm sorry, Tony… I have no money of my own."

Tony sighed. He didn't know if she was telling the truth or not, but she looked honest about it. They had taken a booth by the fireplace so they could talk in private, and hadn't noticed that the disguised twin had slipped quietly into the adjoining booth and was listening with interest.

"Hell, who will I do?" he muttered.

"Well, what about me? With my allowance cut off, my wings are clipped, too. We can meet and fuck in the car… as long as you can afford gas."

"I won't be able to drive with a broken leg, anyhow," he said, glum and morose.

"Boy! I'm going to get even with my father for this. I'll fix him… I'll fuck the garbage collectors!"

"That doesn't help me, any."

Charity looked thoughtful. A gleam came into her eyes.

"I have an idea," she said.

Tony raised his eyebrows.

"Why don't you kidnap me?"

"What?"

"I'm serious. I'm sure my father will pay a ransom for me… especially if he thinks the kidnappers are raping me and making me suck kidnapper dick and all. He probably wouldn't give a damn if they threatened to kill me, but the old bastard couldn't bear the idea of having me raped."

"I don't know…" he said, doubtfully.

"Why not? It's safe enough. I mean, I'll give a phony description to the police. There's no way they'll catch you. And we can split the money."

Tony was getting interested.

"How much you think he'd pay?"

"Oh, a hundred grand, easy."

He got more interested.

"The hard part in kidnapping is figuring a safe way to collect the ransom money," he said.

They thought about that for a while.

Charity said, "I know! You can go to my father and offer to act as a go-between. Daddy doesn't know many commoners, so he'll probably take you up on an offer like that. Let's see… you can pretend that you left something in the garage… some reason to be there when the ransom note is found…"

"It just might work," he said. His face was serious. He was looking for flaws in the plan.

Tony was no hardened criminal. The worst thing he even did in that regard was a bit of illegal gambling or storing gasoline against a shortage. He would never have actually kidnapped anyone. But since the girl was a willing partner and an accomplice in the scheme, it ought to be safe enough. If she, the supposed victim, testified that he had not been the culprit, what jury would indict him? At the worst, if they were both found out, they might get charged with extortion or fraud or something, but not kidnapping. Besides, at best, his problems would be solved. Normally, Tony would not have even considered such an illegal and risky scheme, but now he was desperate. He didn't want a broken leg and he didn't want Dolly fucking and sucking off the interest on that debt day after day, while the principal went unpaid. The idea scared him, but he set his jaw in determination. He had already been a coward that day, lurking silently on the fire escape and doing nothing to save his girlfriend from a triple rape; that, as much as anything, forced his decision.

Slowly, he nodded.

"Let's do it," he said.

Charity clapped her hands together, delighted that she would be getting revenge on her father… and making a tasty profit in the bargain. A girl with fifty thousand dollars to spend would never have to go without pecker. And Chastity, in the next booth, fingered the false birthmark she'd drawn on her throat… and grinned.

They made the arrangements. Tony fetched a sheet of paper from the bar and they composed a ransom note – a menacing letter, implying that if the money was not paid immediately, the poor girl would be raped with vigor, energy, and remorselessness.

"In the mouth, too," Charity said. "Put that in… that should get Father real shook up, thinking about vile hoodlums slipping dick into my face."

Tony amended the note.

"Prolonged rape, too," she said. Her imagination, always keen in sexual matters, had full reign in this composition. "And say that you'll take photographs of me with dicks in my mouth and send them to the society pages. That's good. Father would rather die than see a picture like that in a newspaper. He'd rather have me sucking goat dick than to have people in the social register know I was being humiliated."

"Shall I put goat dick in, too?"

"Why not?"

"And buggery?"

She nodded. Why hadn't she thought of that?

Tony passed the note over and she read it, nodding. It ought to do the job.

"I'll cut letters out of a newspaper so it can't be traced, like in the films," Tony said.

"Right. Let's see, now… we should have a witness, someone who sees me get grabbed. That will add believability… so he doesn't get suspicious, you know? Suppose I walk down that back road behind the house about four o'clock? The gardener will still be working then. I can scream and he'll see you snatch me. You'd better use a hired car and cover the license plates, I guess. Then we'll drive off, leaving the ransom note on the spot."

Tony frowned.

"But wait… if I snatch you myself, how can I manage to be at the house when the note is discovered?"

"Gee, I never thought of that."

They considered.

"Don't you have a friend who could do it?" she asked.

"I know some villains," he said. "The guy I owe money to, in fact. I suppose I could explain the setup to him. But we'd have to give him a share of the ransom."

"That's okay."

"And… they might really rape you."

Tony was remembering how efficiently the three hoodlums had gang-banged Dolly.

But Charity grinned.

"Why, that's all the better," she said. "I'd love to be raped by criminals!"

Tony was just as glad that he had another girlfriend. He could see that this rich girl was not to be trusted as far as sexual fidelity was concerned.

Charity didn't notice that Tony seemed disturbed by the idea. She was lost in her expectations.

She said, "Don't forget to tell those hoodlums that I don't mind getting raped, okay?"

He sighed and nodded.

It was agreed that Charity would be walking down the garden path at precisely four o'clock and that Tony, using the excuse that he had to get his things from the chauffeur's quarters, would manage to be at the house when the gardener reported the kidnapping. They had a drink to celebrate their plan.

It was one o'clock.

"We'd better get going," he said.

"Oh, there's plenty of time," said Charity, with a meaningful grin. "It won't take me long to get ready to be abducted. Let's go out and fuck in the car."

Fucking had, at the moment, been the furthest thought from Tony's mind. But the naughty nymph reached under the table and placed her hand on his crotch and, sure enough, his big dick began to rise.

He paid the tab and they went out to his car where they had a cramped but successful fuck.

Chastity, in her disguise and looking very sly and excited, left the Old Log Inn, determined to pull the switch and be kidnapped in place of her sister. It was only fair. She knew that she would appreciate being raped by hoodlums a lot more than Charity would. It was, in fact, the stuff of her dreams.

It was a perfect plan.

A kidnapped girl could never be guilt-ridden by what happened during the kidnapping. She could never be blamed if she was forced to suck dick and was raped and buggered, all those wonderful things that Chastity longed to do, while still remaining nominally pure and chaste.

And if they did not rape her nicely enough, she could always have them arrested!

But how could she get her sister out of the way? Driving home, she thought about that. By the time she arrived at the big country house, she had her plan worked out to perfection.

Charity was so thrilled by the prospect before her – getting kidnapped, raped and ransomed, all three infinitely desirable things – that she was insatiably horny.

Tony had screwed her in the back seat of his car and she had come twice, but in the confines of the car she had been unable to cavort as liberally as she liked and, despite her orgasms, she was still simmering. She would have liked to drive to some secluded woodland glade where they could perform more freely on a blanket, but there was not enough time. Tony had to contact the villains and make the arrangements for her abduction, and she was not about to endanger that prospect for the sake of screwing one chauffeur on a blanket.

After they finished balling, she licked his dick sparkling clean, kissed him goodbye, and went to her own car. Tony drove off in one direction, Charity in the other. She was squirming in the bucket seat, her crotch like a fiery ember beneath her. She was glad that her car had an automatic transmission. Not having to shift gears, the horny blonde had a free hand and was able to play with her pussy all the way home.

She hiked up her Saks Fifth Avenue skirt and clawed at her cunt and clit and came twice en route.

But a handjob, especially from her own hand, was no more than a tickle to this unquenchable nymph, no more than a preliminary. Instead of satisfying her, even momentarily, a self-induced climax acted as an appetizer, making her hot for more.

She got home at two o'clock.

She went directly to her room and looked through her vast wardrobe, wondering what the well-dressed abductee was wearing this year.

She wasn't sure which would excite the kidnappers the most – if she dressed like a tramp or like an innocent schoolgirl. She was tempted to wear her old school uniform and put her hair in a ponytail and play the role of the demure child. But then she remembered that Tony would have already told the criminals that she had no objections to being plundered and that knowledge would make her pretense less effective… or, worse, the hoodlums might have daughters of their own and, seeing that their captive was innocent, neglect to rape her. So to be on the safe side, she wore her sexiest clothing. She put on a black garter belt and dark silk stockings but no bra or panties. She wore high-heeled shoes that shaped her calves and turned her ankles nicely. She selected an orange dress that clung to her curves. The hem was short and barely covering her crotch, and the neckline was scooped low, showing her deep, thrusting cleavage.

She looked in the mirror and smiled, satisfied that she looked infinitely rapable.

It was two-thirty.

Damn! She had an hour and a half before they snatched her. Even then it would take them an hour or so to get her to whenever they are taking her, so that meant she would not be getting screwed for at last two and a half hours, an eternity to a girl whose pussy was smoldering.

She decided to fuck herself with her dildo while she waited. No decision could have better suited her sister's scheme.

"Father, I have something to tell you," said Chastity, as she walked into the library where Jonathan Anderson was sipping a cognac and wondering where he had gone wrong in bringing up such a lewd daughter as Charity.

It amazed him. Chastity, brought up in the same manner, had never shown any signs of promiscuity. In fact, he feared that she might turn out to be a frigid old maid. Nor was it hereditary, for his wife was as frigid as they come and had not, in fact, given him a piece of ass for three years.

But he despaired of Charity.

He also got horny thinking about her.

It was normal for the aristocratic gentleman to feel horny, of course, since he was too proper to cheat on his wife and had not, therefore, gotten his wick dipped in three years. And drinking cognac made him hornier than usual.

He was horny now, as he looked up at Chastity's approach, and crossed his legs to hide his hard-on.

"What is it?" he asked.

"I overheard Charity make an assignation."

Anderson groaned. "Not again!"

"I fear so. I heard her… errr… on the telephone. She was talking to that horrid chauffeur that you fired yesterday… I heard the conversation purely by accident, of course… and Charity made plans to meet the man at four o'clock."

Anderson, slightly drunk, morose and horny, gazed balefully at his chaste daughter. Sometimes he thought that she was worse than Charity. A pure prude, he thought. Just like her mother. I pity the man who marries her. At least her sister has some fire in her loins.

"What do you suggest that I do about it?"

"Why, obviously, Father, you must forbid her to leave the house this afternoon. Even lock her in, if necessary. You mustn't allow her to couple with commoners, you know."

He sighed. He got up carefully, keeping his hard-on turned away from his virginal daughter.

"I'll have a word with her," he said.

Wearily, he headed for Charity's bedroom.

He thought to himself, sometimes I wonder if it's worth it… Maybe I should let the girl have her fun. Hell, tramp she may be, but so what? Am I merely taking it out on the girl because I never get a piece of ass?

Anderson was uncertain and agitated as he went down the hallway to Charity's bedroom. He rapped lightly on the door.

Charity did not hear his knock.

She was twisting about happily on her bed, with the big rubber dick stuck up her pussy, and the bed was squeaking and the dildo was squishing and passion was rushing in her ears and she heard nothing else.

He rapped again.

At that precise moment, as the dildo gave her fiery love-bud a particularly pleasant stroke, Charity cried out, "Come!"

She was speaking to her cunt, of course, but Anderson, naturally, assumed that he had been invited into the room.

He pushed the door open and stepped in. He came to a dead halt, gaping. His mouth dropped wide open and his eyes bulged out like hard-boiled eggs.

His cock almost ripped a hole in his trousers.

Charity was on her back, her knees drawn up and her thighs parted. She wore a garter belt and dark stockings, an outfit that had always struck Anderson's fancy, and she was merrily pushing a huge rubber cock up her juicy gash.

Anderson took one step forward, staggering. He was slightly drunk, very horny and… fascinated.

Charity looked at him, surprised. Her hand kept feeding the dildo in and out of her snatch by pure inertia as she stared at her father and he stared back at her.

"My God!" he gasped.

"Father!" she cried.

And then she saw the huge bulge in his pants. "Why, Father…" said the blonde nymph. And she smiled at him.

After a moment, Anderson smiled back. This was not quite what Chastity had had in mind, but it was just as effective as it could be.