The
A
Cordelia Delacourt Adventure
Chapter
10 Poetic
Justice
Von Thorstenburg cursed silently. Things could not have gone much worse. Not only had his English “guests” escaped, but the fruits of years of work and research had been destroyed. And now there was his half-brother to deal with. Fortunately, he had prepared for just this sort of emergency. He had retreated to his safe room, set at the top of the highest tower in the castle. Only a few of his men were left with him, but they were more than enough. There was no way into the tower except up the stairs and that way was a deathtrap. He had constructed the tower room just in case any of his creations got completely out of control, and with his half brother on the loose the situation certainly fitted that description.
But he was safe here. The stairway to the tower room was lined with deadly booby traps that could only be disarmed from where he was. The only other way up was through the windows and they were heavily barred and set one hundred feet above the ground. He did not have to worry about anyone getting in that way.
He sat down behind his desk and poured himself a healthy glass of the finest brandy. It was a little early in the day for drinking, but he really felt that he needed something stronger than coffee. He raised the glass to his lips and then…
A blinding flash blinded him and a wall of expanding air and debris slammed him against the wall. If the heavy desk had not been between him and the window he probably would have been killed. He staggered to his feet, half-blind and gasping for breath. Something had blown away the window and the bars that protected the room. “How in God’s name…” He stared in terror and disbelief as a distorted and frightful shape suddenly appeared in the shattered window.
“Did you forget I could climb, brother?” die Spinne said as he clambered over the sill. He was almost nude, but somewhere he had claimed a belt with a couple of pouches that he had strapped around his waist. Grinning he reached into one of the pouches and took out a small bottle. “Powerful stuff,” he said. With a flick of his wrist he tossed it toward the group of men who stood with drawn weapons on the far side of the room. Then he ducked.
There was a second blinding flash and a thunderous detonation, followed by the screams of injured men. Stunned, the Baron watched as die Spinne got to his feet. “That was the last of it,” he said, “but I doubt that I’ll need any more. It is down to just you and me, Claudius.”
“How did you get up here?” von Thorstenburg gasped. How was it possible that his sanctuary had been breached?
Die Spinne moved slowly toward him, his long arms spread out. “Why, dear brother,” he grinned. “Did you forget that spiders can climb? And now you are going to discover that spiders can bite.” The Baron screamed as die Spinne leaped toward him.
Messalina angrily pulled the bell. She knew it was a complete waste of time. The castle was deserted and she had already tried the bell a score of times without result. The only sound she had heard other than the echoes of her own footsteps was a loud bang about an hour ago. Since then there had been nothing.
She fingered the Colt revolver she had found in one of the hallways. One of the missing guards had no doubt dropped it. It made her feel a bit more secure. Die Spinne might still be around somewhere. Damn it; she and Claudius were going to have to start all over again. She decided to find her errant twin. “He’ll be in the tower.”
Moving quietly through the empty corridors she reached the base of the tower. What was it Claudius had said about the tower? Oh yes, its staircase was lined with deadly traps. But surely they would not be armed against her. Cautiously she started up the stairs.
One hundred and fifty steps later she was gasping for breath, but she was finally there. She stood before the heavy wooden door, hoping desperately that it was not locked or that there would be someone inside who would hear her and open the door. She tried the handle. To her relief and very great surprise the handle turned. She pushed the door open and stepped into the room.
The first thing she saw was Claudius. He was sitting calmly behind his desk, his features calm and unworried, but she knew immediately that something was wrong. He was too still; too composed. She opened her mouth to speak and the door slammed shut behind her. She turned, her gut clenching and her knees turning to jelly as she saw who was there.
“Welcome, sister,” die Spinne smiled. “I knew that eventually you would join me again, and this time there is no promise for me to keep.”
Messalina backed away, her mouth so dry that she could hardly speak. “W..what are you going to do?” she quavered.
Die Spinne just grinned. “Let’s just be patient he said. “You’ll know soon enough.” She raised her gun, but she was too slow, die Spinne was already leaping toward her.
Messalina whimpered through the bar gag that die Spinne had forced between her teeth. The wooden bar was marked with her teeth where she had bitten down hard during her “preparation.”
Her nipples burned where die Spinne had used red hot needles to pierce them. Equally painful were the thin gold bands he had then forced through them. Rings from her own collection of jewellery she realized. There was also another throbbing pain from the ring he had inserted just above her clitoris.
“Soon, Messalina, soon.” Die Spinne’s gloating voice came to her from just behind her. He was adjusting a large mirror he had taken from the main hall. She was surrounded by mirrors so that she could see everything that her misshapen half-brother was doing and what he was going to do to her.
She struggled again against her restraints, but found that there was not the slightest give. Die Spinne had designed them well. They were padded so as not to injure her limbs, but they held her tightly and there was nothing she could do to move from the position he had forced her into.
She was on her knees on a large blanket-padded table. A chain linked to a collar about her throat held her in that position, while her arms were pulled back by two more chains anchored to the ceiling. They were attached to leather cuffs that were tightly strapped about each wrist. She had to admit it was a sexually provocative position, leaving her wide open to rear entry. But it was also painful, straining her arms and shoulders and making it difficult to breath. She tried to shift her position and the tiny bells dangling from the rings that pierced her nipples tinkled, giving away her slight movement.
“Patience dear,” die Spinne hissed. “Almost ready.”
Messalina shuddered in fear. Die Spinne had stripped off his brief loincloth to reveal an apparatus that was more worthy of a horse than a man, if he could even be termed a man. She cursed Claudius for creating such a monster. It was entirely her brother’s fault she reasoned. If he had not dabbled in the forbidden areas of science she would not be in this predicament. Her eyes went to where her brother was sitting.
The Baron was sitting upright behind his desk, just as he had been when she had entered the room. His eyes were wide and staring, and with his pale complexion she might have supposed him dead if die Spinne had not informed her otherwise. Apparently he was paralyzed, the bite of a spider having that effect. Two small holes in his throat indicated where die Spinne’s fangs had pierced his skin. He could see and hear, but could not move. He would be a silent witness to her punishment and die Spinne’s revenge.
“I’m ready now,” die Spinne said. “I hope I have not kept you waiting too long.”
Messalina tried to speak as she felt her captor climb onto the table behind her, but nothing coherent came out. It was too late to beg for mercy, but she would have if she had not been gagged. She quivered as his fingers stroked her buttocks, moving to slide down the insides of her thighs and then caress her vulva. In spite of her fear she was very wet, and the touch made her gasp. Then his fingers lid up over her backside to her smooth belly and her taut breasts and stinging nipples. His long fingers closed over the soft flesh forcing a grunt of pain from her and then she felt the tip of his long and very rigid phallus part her nether lips.
She whimpered a little as he entered her. He took he slowly, letting her vagina adjust to his thickness. Then he slid in deep. She began to moan.
Cordelia awoke suddenly, realizing that she must have fallen asleep from exhaustion. To her surprise the carriage was still moving with Aunt Priscilla at the reins. Her aunt smiled as Cordelia sat up. “Are you feeling better, Cordelia? I thought it best to let you sleep. We have all been through a very grim ordeal.”
“Yes,” Cordelia agreed.
She could see from the buildings on either side that they were just
entering the outskirts of
“Cordelia,” he aunt continued. “I have not been a very pleasant person to be around. I was rude and arrogant and was especially nasty to your companion. But our experience of the past few days has changed me. I would like to apologize and try to be better friends.”
“I would like that very much, Aunt Pricilla,” Cordelia answered, looking into the back seat of the carriage where an exhausted Liz still slept.
“Just call me Priscilla,” her aunt said. “And when Liz awakes I would like to apologize to her as well. She was very brave. What she did probably saved all of our lives.”
Cordelia smiled and nodded.
“Well,
at least one good thing came out of this.
It just goes to show that everyone can
change.”
Messalina sobbed in pain. She was long past the pleasurable part of the rape, if any rape can be thought of as pleasurable. Her body had convulsed in multiple orgasms as die Spinne had taken her. She had been terrified, but somehow that made the experience even more erotic and she had been unable to prevent her body from responding. Now, however, she wanted it to stop. Her body ached from the continuous pounding, her backside and thighs bruised black and blue from the powerful movement of die Spinne’s loins against hers. Drool dripped from her lips where they closed around the bar gag, and her arms, shoulders, and back were on fire from the awkward position and the savage hammering of her body.
Close to collapse, she prayed for release and was rewarded by a grunt and a groan from her assailant. Something warm spurted inside her and die Spinne heaved his body away from hers.
“You like that don’t you Messalina?” die Spinne said as he rose behind her. Reflected in one of the mirrors she could see him clearly as he stroked his dripping phallus. “The fear, the sweat, and the pain acts like an aphrodisiac. The more terrified you are the more you respond.”
He swung around in front of her and raised her head by placing his long fingers under her chin. “I am pleased that you find it so pleasurable. As long as you react to my lovemaking I will keep you alive. And who knows perhaps if we mate often enough I may find another reason to delay your death. I am fertile and my sperm is quite compatible with your human anatomy. I expect that sooner or later there will be a little spider growing inside you. It will be most interesting to see how it turns out.”
Messalina’s eyes filled with tears. “I will serve you in any way,” she promised, her lip trembling.
“Yes you will,” die Spinne replied. “Any way I choose.” His fingers found her nipples and pinched them sharply.
Hanging her head Messalina sobbed, the sound eclipsed only by the dry laugh
of the spider.
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