The Roaring Twenties

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Suddenly the man was possessed! His features changed and she thought for a moment that perhaps she had gone too far.

On your back Cora, you cheap little slut. I'm ready for you again.

This time, he threw her on her back. She fell back against the bed as he grabbed her legs and yanked them apart. With her wrists still tied, there was nothing that she could do to fight him off or change positions.

Luckily she was wet as there was no fanfare, no preparation. He rammed his cock inside her, thrusting hard. Anger filled his every move. Between him and the bed, she was bounced around. A vicious ride was what he gave her. He pulled and slapped her breast. Bony fingers gripped and bruised her hips. He bit her neck, not breaking the skin, but she was sure that come morning she would be covered in bruises. But Cora would have embraced such. She moaned and groaned and she could could feel her body already aching.

With a cry and an extra hard thrust, she felt Quentin cum, his warm seed filling her insides. He pulled out and fell on his back beside her, panting while his cum leaked from between her legs. She ignored the feelings that churned within her, threatening to spill forth.

My God Cora I never expected you to last, you're one hell of a ride. You mentioned money, well there are various ways a woman with your looks can make money, for all I know you have tried them but I can find you clients who will pay a lot of money for someone of your talents, of course I would require special privileges. Interested?

She lay there having just been fucked by a man that she found abhorrent. Personally she longed to kill the man. She was doing this for her country. And she hoped that she would soon be through with this.

However, the man having just fucked her was offering her work on her back. Cora may have found that she loved sex once she had list her virginity. But Cora could have a temper. More than once growing up Clare had been on the short end of her temper.

"Untie me!" She waited until he had untied her wrists before she gave him both barrels.

"Go chase yourself! I am not a whore! I may enjoy fucking and I always have a need for money, but I do not prostitute myself." She got off the bed, the bruises and bite marks already starting to show on her pale body. "This was a chance to raise some real money. But if you don't find that appealing, then forget it and forget you. You can just fuck yourself."

Ignoring him, she began picking up her clothes, her fury evident to the man on the bed.

 

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Quintin's temper boiled over as Cora began gathering her clothes apparently ready to leave but he couldn't allow that, she was his passport to a share of two million pounds so he grabbed her roughly and shook her until her teeth rattled.

"You're going nowhere Cora, you always did have a high opinion of yourself, thinking you were too good for some men who would have paid a fortune to bed you, when you were with me before you wouldn't believe the offers I had to set you up but I turned them all down because I wanted you for myself."

He still had one of Cora's stockings in his hand so grabbing her by the hair he used his superior strength to drag her to the brass rail at the foot of the bed and forcibly bent her over it and tied her hands once more and passed the loose end through the bed rail and behind her knee. He found the other stocking and spread her legs wide before tying her other leg in position.

He stood back to admire his handiwork and smiled grimly, once again she was helpless, this time in position for him to use whichever hole he chose. Her beautifully sculptured rear was open to him, he could see the cum that he hadn't taken from inside her sliding down the insides of her spread thighs, some dripping in small droplets to the floor.

"Take note Cora you don't leave until I say so, I am the master here."

He placed himself directly behind her his cock stiff and erect, sticking out in front of him like a barber's pole at a forty five degree angle. He didn't let it touch her but it was close enough he was sure she could feel the heat radiating from it.
His hands with long thin fingers cupped both of her pale round globes and he ran them teasingly over her smooth cool flesh up the small of her back muttering his appreciation of her body.

" Oh Cora what a divine body you have, and you give it so willingly, so freely."

He chuckled ,

" I accept the gift of the use of your body Cora, I hope you take as much pleasure from it as I do."

One hand dropped to his pole and he guided it to Cora's upturned rear and stabbed at her back entrance, laughing as it refused him entry, He stabbed again and slapped one firm rump with his other hand and Cora's hole involuntarily opened enough for his purplish domed head to slip inside her. Once inside her outer ring of muscle clasped around it , Quintin chuckled again and pushed his hips forward and his cock freed itself from the grasping muscles and plunged deeper parting her inner bowel channel and filling it with his thick veined meat. He now held her hips and pumped in and out, in and out, using her, taunting her helplessness as he used her.

" I will stop when you agree that I call the shots and you'll stay at least until we have concluded our business."

He pumped thrusted and pounded her rear until he began to sweat then he slowed to a slower rhythm, long deep strokes that filled her bowels with every forward stroke.

" You are a stubborn bitch Cora or you are loving every moment."

 

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She didn't get far getting her clothes together before Quentin stopped her, shaking her hard and quick. She could see anger in his face. And something else. Fear and greed. She was trying to get him to think that if that little bit of microfilm could raise an offer for such a large amount, then perhaps if he could get more secrets then he would get more money. She didn't care about the money. She didn't care to fuck all his little friends to make him money. She personally found the man grotesque and abhorrent. But right now, she wasn't Clare. She was Cora and she was finding that her twin and herself were polar opposites.

But if he was going to prostitute her out, then perhaps she should get out now. His words scared her as his grip on her shoulders tightened.

You're going nowhere Cora, you always did have a high opinion of yourself, thinking you were too good for some men who would have paid a fortune to bed you, when you were with me before you wouldn't believe the offers I had to set you up but I turned them all down because I wanted you for myself.

It was surprising just how strong he was. With a handful of her hair he dragged her to the foot of the bed and in two shakes of a lamb's tail, she was tied up over the foot board and now he would have free access to fuck either hole. His bony fingers pet her rump as he spoke.

Take note Cora you don't leave until I say so, I am the master here.

She felt him step closer, the heat from his body teasing her. He was right; he did have a quick recovery time. His long thin fingers massaged her ass as if he enjoyed the smoothness of her skin. Fingers continued up her back.

Oh Cora what a divine body you have, and you give it so willingly, so freely. I accept the gift of the use of your body Cora, I hope you take as much pleasure from it as I do.

She suspected what was coming, and tensed up in anticipation. So it really didn't surprise her when he tried to fuck her ass. His chuckle was irritating and she bit down her feelings. A quick slap of his hand on her ass cheek and her anus relaxed its clench. That was the opening that he needed and his cockhead slipped in. One more thrust and he was fucking her ass. She gave an involuntary "umph" as his cock filled her bowels. Quentin was laughing as he quickly began his anal attack on her, the bed rhythmically thumping against the wall.

I will stop when you agree that I call the shots and you'll stay at least until we have concluded our business.

He was a demon, thrusting and pounding repeatedly into her ass. She kept her head bent, her hair hiding her face as she worked to get a hold of her emotions. Eventually he began to slow down but didn't stop, his thrusts still filling her while he gripped her hips tightly.

You are a stubborn bitch Cora or you are loving every moment.

It was Cora that lifted her head to glance back at him, a sly smile graced her lips.

"Why, Quentin, you really care. Why spend time acting the part of a pimp when we can shoot for sweeter sugar and maybe find Baby a brother or sister?" She tried planting the idea of getting more secrets to sell. She knew that she couldn't push it too much or it could blow the whole thing and make her a floater. And she wasn't ready to die just yet.

"What's the matter, baby? Am I wearing you out?" Her movements were limited due to the way she was tied but she tried to press back against him. Let him think that she enjoyed this.

 

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To Quintin his cock in Cora's little round arse was absolute heaven it was warm, it was tight and grabbed at his cock as he slid in and out. He had expected her to squeal like a stuck pig as he fucked her and taunted her.

"You are a stubborn bitch Cora or you are loving every moment."

But no she didn't squeal she just took everything he gave her and even struck up a conversation of sorts when he slowed enough that he wasn't driving the breath from her body.

'Why, Quentin, you really care. Why spend time acting the part of a pimp when we can shoot for sweeter sugar and maybe find Baby a brother or sister? '

'Fuck, she is only in this for the money if she was prepared have her holes fucked all for the possibility of more money' The thought stuck in his mind as she pushed her sweet tight arse back to him.

His endeavours were tiring him and he changed from hard plunging thrusts to a longer slower rhythm as he held her hips, she pushed again at each deep upward venture into her hot clinging bowels and the dirty bitch taunted HIM.

' What's the matter, baby? Am I wearing you out?'

Her taunts were getting too much so he found her panties that were to hand and pushed them in her mouth just to shut her up but her interest in selling 'BABY' and maybe others made him think. He continued to fuck her, changing holes from time to time, her wet sloppy pussy and the number of mini orgasms that he induced convinced him that he'd be best using her selling talents, quite possibly she'd let the buyer fuck her as part of the deal. That thought made him smile, and she'd said she wasn't a whore, no not much.

When he finally allowed himself to cum the thick creamy ropes of spunk crisscrossed her arse and back like lattice work.

"When I let you loose you wash yourself good and get dressed then when you've had a rest you can go and get BABY and set up a meeting with the buyer, IF that goes smoothly we'll see about some more."

 

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He picked up the torn panties that she had worn that very night and, laughing, he crammed them in her mouth. They were still damp and she tasted herself on her tongue. Tied as she was, she could only try to dislodge the things with her tongue but was not successful and therefore found herself without a way of goading him into thinking about more.

Suddenly he pulled out of her ass and, without fanfare, plunged hard and deep into her pussy. She gave a muffled cry though the sound was effectively hidden by the panties in her mouth. Hard and fast he fucked her for at least several minutes though she was only guessing as she had no clock. All the while his hand was slapping her ass and she suspected that there would be bruises showing just what had been done. She remembered seeing a series of like bruises on her twin. When she had asked what caused them, Cora had merely replied "Impetuousness, sister mine." Now she understood.

He came all the way out as he changed holes, back into her ass. It became a series of 'Fuck, change holes, fuck some more, change holes, repeat.'

Finally pulling out, she felt his cum making latticework over her back and ass. At least it wasn't inside of her.

When I let you loose you wash yourself good and get dressed then when you've had a rest you can go and get BABY and set up a meeting with the buyer, IF that goes smoothly we'll see about some more.

She nodded, barely able to do that much. The first thing she did once he untied her from the foot railing was to remove the panties from her mouth. She dropped the things in the trash and moved to the bathroom feeling the sticky stuff slowly sliding down her backside. A quick shower and she didn't see the man when she stepped out. That was fine with her.

She pulled back the sheets on the bed, body sore as she lay down to sleep a bit. Several hours later, that butler, Thomas, was waking her. Every part of her body hurt and in addition to the numerous fingerprint bruises all over her body, there were bruises around her wrists and ankles. Eating the crumpet and jam, she then quickly dressed and was leaving the house at about the same time as old Quentin was, being driven in his car to work she guessed.

She hailed a cab and one promptly stopped and picked her up. Without looking at the driver, she gave the address.

"Listen, someone will try to follow me. Can you lose anyone that might try? It's a matter of life and death." The cabbie turned around and she saw it was Tommy. "Thank god," she murmured as she fell against the seat back. She knew that Tommy could do the job. There was no way to hide all the bruises and she had given up trying and just accepted them.

It was some time later that they pulled up on front of George's house.

 

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Ever since Clare had walked out of the door as Cora Jack hadn't been able to get her out of his mind, it had been all his fault putting that crazy idea into her head that she could fool an ex lover into believing she was Cora. Even if he did believe her Quintin would want to bed her and fuck her, his Clare, she was bound to give herself away.

BARP,BARP, BARP, BARP,! Four toots on the horn.

He heard the prearranged signal, it was Tommy, did he have some news? Jack flew down the stairs his heart in his mouth. Then stepping out of the cab was Clare, she looked ok, tired, with rings round her eyes but otherwise in one piece. His heart flip flopped with joy, she must have realized the folly of it all and come home. He folded her in his arms, not giving her the chance to speak before ushering her inside, George following behind after speaking briefly to Tommy.

"Clare, it's so good to have you back, we'll find another way to trap Townsend, Charlie is at Scotland Yard now explaining the situation, once they get their fingers out of their arse they'll deal with him, we've done it, you've done it."

Jack went babbling on, not noticing Clare's pitying look. He knelt in front of her and took both small hands in his, it was only then he noticed the large purple bruises on her wrists and arms.

"You're hurt my love, what's he done to you?"

He dreaded hearing her answer.

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Charlie had waited two hours at Scotland Yard before he was shown into the office of Assistant Commissioner Victor (Vic) Roberts.

After he had explained the reason for his being there and the story behind it Roberts looked at him with a disbelieving smile.

"Townsend? REALLY? You do know who he is, what position he holds?"

"Of course I bloody well know, I'm not making this up you know. Charlie retorted.

"Even if what you have told me is half true the question remains what do we do about it? We can hardly get a warrant to search his house for no good reason."

"What if you caught him red handed trying to sell a secret document? I think I can arrange that if you have men close by to take him into custody."

"You're really serious about this aren't you Charlie,I sort of believe you but proving it is going to be difficult, I'll need authorization from the Commissioner, can I call you in a few hours?"

"Of course Vic, and thanks, I'll get to work on setting this up"

Charlie left for George's house looking a lot more confident than he felt.

 

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Clare was tired. And in a lot of pain. She knew that there was no way she could hide what Quentin had done to her: the bruises, the bite marks, etc.: and she didn't even try.

Jack was treating her as if she were Clare - the old Clare. That woman was dead. She didn't know who she was at this point. Maybe when all this sordid stuff was over, she could find out.

"Where's Charlie? I need to get the microfilm to take back to Quentin, to prove that I've still got it. He wants me to get the name of the buyer - bypassing Lord and Lady. I'm playing on his greed." She stopped and leaned back against the chair back, tired. "I really need something to drink."

She thought a moment. "And maybe eat." She noticed Jack eyeing the bruises on her. And that was just the parts of her body visible. He would be disgusted if he saw the rest. If he knew just who had had her - including Larry. And who Quentin wanted to whore her out to. Not if she had any say in it. She wanted to get this whole sordid business over with. She felt dirty, inside and out.

She closed her eyes and waited.

 

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Jack could see that Clare was tired, tired and exhausted and unless he was very much mistaken she was in pain, her eyes screwed up and she winced every time she moved. Her request for a drink and something to eat spurred him into action and he made her a cup of tea thinking that alcohol wasn't the best thing for her at the moment. Bacon and eggs were soon sizzling in the pan. Let her eat first then he'd get to the bottom of the reason for Clare's distress although he had a sinking feeling that he already knew.
Jack felt even angrier when Clare leaned back in the chair and stretched her legs out in front of her, he could plainly see the marks on her ankles, it was clear that she had been tied. What had happened while she was tied and WHY had she been tied.
To Jack's way of thinking there could only be two reasons. To restrain someone who was a prisoner which Clare didn't appear to be or to restrain someone while you did unspeakable things to them, Jack suspected the latter.

"Charlie? Oh yeah, he's at Scotland Yard trying to convince the bobbies that Townsend is a traitor, no telling how long that's going to take."

He waited until Clare, HIS CLARE, had finished the bacon and eggs then he suggested that she might like to take a bath, subtly suggesting that he could wash her if she needed him to,

"No hanky panky Clare just a wash, Scout's honour." He grinned boyishly and saluted with three fingers. He really meant the 'no hanky panky' declaration but he wanted to see the extent of her injuries apart from seeing Clare naked again.

' I need to get the microfilm to take back to Quentin, to prove that I've still got it. He wants me to get the name of the buyer - bypassing Lord and Lady. I'm playing on his greed .'

"WHAT? You mean you intend going back to him? The man is demented. The microfilm is safe where it is and who is going to be the buyer? Townsend more than likely knows all of the Yard men, he knows George and more than likely Charlie as well, Tommy bless his heart just doesn't inspire confidence, so that just leaves............"

The realisation flooded over him and trepidation, not fear, gripped him.

"ME?"

 

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"You? Someone has to do it. He has to be caught with the goods. Otherwise, it would just be our words against his. Don't you see? He has to be caught with it. And you've just explained why you."

She was tired and the thought of the bath might give her the strength to do what she needed to do - go back to that sadist and see this through.

"I could used that bath if you promise that you won't try anything. I don't feel like having to fight you off. And don't use any scent or he will be suspicious."

He ran to the bathroom and she heard the water running. With her eyes closed, she rested and hoped that the bath would help give her the strength to continue the job. She suddenly felt very old and knew that it was because of Cora. When this was all over, she never wanted to hear Cora's name again.

Gentle fingers touched her cheek and she opened her eyes to see Jack standing there. He led her to the bathroom and the steamy bath. She tried to tell him that she could bathe alone but he ignored her and helped her undress. She couldn't look him in the eyes, for she knew that her body was a roadmap of Quentin's depravity - the bite marks, bruises and such. He helped her into the water, and she closed her eyes, hoping he would not notice the tears that ran down her cheeks. She suddenly felt very old and used.

She talked to try and get his mind off what he was seeing.

"You know it will need to be you. We can't trust just anyone. And we do this for England."

She heard a noise out in the rest of the house. "Go see if that's Charlie. I promise that I won't get out until you come back to help me."

Once he left, she cried silent tears and prayed it would soon be over.

 

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Jack used all his powers of persuasion to get Clare to take a bath and eventually she relented, even to him washing her after extracting a promise that he wouldn't try anything with her. She seemed so exhausted and he had to help her to the bathroom after he had filled and heeding her warning not to use any scent. That in itself made him aware that she intended to carry through the deception no matter what.

As he undressed her her injuries were revealed, bite marks on her breasts, red raw welts on her back and buttocks, bruises made by fingers on her waist and hips. Jack drew in an angry breath, this Townsend had done this to HIS girl, abused her, used her like a piece of meat, the man must be a sadist and yet she was still going back to him.

He held her hand as she stepped into the hot steaming bath and watched as she sat down tenderly and lay back with her eyes closed. The water swirled over her and covered her breasts and nipples. She talked about him posing as the buyer momentarily taking his mind off her bruised and battered body. Still tears ran down her cheeks.

'You know it will need to be you. We can't trust just anyone. And we do this for England.'

He tried to find words to comfort her but couldn't find any so he stayed silent until they heard a noise downstairs and a hubbub of voices.

'Go see if that's Charlie. I promise that I won't get out until you come back to help me.'

Thankful to have an excuse to leave Clare alone with her thoughts he left just hearing a quiet sob as he closed the door. He went down the stairs to find an excited Charlie telling George about his meeting at Scotland Yard.

",,,,,, Yeah and then I told him how Cora, or Clare if you prefer, was setting it all up and he said he'd discuss it with his boss and let me know in a couple of hours."

"Meanwhile we sit here twiddling our thumbs? Clare is upstairs taking a bath and she doesn't look good at all, if she goes back to him he could well kill her just for the thrill of it. I've decided I'm going with her, he can't do her any harm while I'm there and if he thinks I'm the buyer he'll be on his best behaviour."

Having said his piece Jack went back upstairs to Clare. Opening the door quietly he called out,

"Clare? Clare I'm back lets get you dried and dressed."

No reply.

He rushed to the bath fearing the worst but Clare lay in the bath sleeping peacefully.

He brushed his hand lightly through her hair and kissed her half open mouth,

"You are so beautiful Clare, I love you."

 

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She was so tired that somehow it didn't surprise her that she fell asleep in the tub. She awoke to Jack back by her side, stroking her hair as he carefully trickled warm water over her. She weakly smiled at him and pet his hand, telling him, "help me rinse off my hair and then I should get out. Can't go getting pruney."

He did as she bade before helping her out of the tub and carefully drying her off. Despite wishing she could change, she knew that to show up wearing anything different than what she had left in could mean disaster for what they were planning for this charade and death for her. Even the undies Jack helped her slip on were what she came in.

"It was Charlie, wasn't it? Will the authorities be aiding us?"

Once dressed again, Jack carefully combed her hair the way she had worn it there. Before they left the bathroom, she gingerly hugged him and kissed his cheek. "Thanks, love. I couldn't do this without your help."

Slowly she pulled herself erect and nodded and Jack opened the door. Unaided she walked into the living room to find 3 pairs of eyes turn to her.

"Charlie, you tell those arses at Scotland Yard that if they can't get off their duffs and make a decision, then secrets, and stress the plural, SECRETS will be sold to the highest bidders. Not by us but by that turncoat Quentin. Because if he's done this once, he'll do it again. And he won't let a little something like my death, or your deaths, stop him. And Quentin doesn't want to wait until the bring it up in the House of Commons. The man is greedy! I can go back and give him the microfilm. He has to be caught with the real stuff anyway. But he's gonna want money, and sooner or later the man will go searching for another buyer. And Heaven help England if it's really someone that wants our secrets."

That outburst seemed to have worn her out a bit as she wobbled for a second before crossing to sit in a chair.

"I have a very small bit of time before I have to return." She glanced at Tommy to let him know and he nodded. "I could used one more cup of strong tea, and the microfilm."

 

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George fetched the microfilm from its hiding placed and handed it to Clare in an envelope wishing them both good luck.

Clare seemed surprised and a little dubious about Jack going to Quentin's home with her but he convinced her after much arguing that as the buyer he would want to check that what he was buying for two million pounds was indeed genuine . There was also the fact that Jack did not want to give Quintin any opportunity to abuse her again, he had a plan that might work to ensure that didn't happen.

Obviously he didn't have the money so Quintin would have to be exposed for what he was before any money changed hands so he was relying heavily on Scotland Yard to be on hand and arrest him. When they arrived at Quintin's home Clare introduced them to each other, Jack took an instant dislike to the man as they shook hands , finding his grasp cold and clammy. He shuddered inwardly at the thought of Clare surrendering her beautiful body to this despicable creature but he managed to keep up the pretence and asked to see the microfilm. Clare had managed to slip it to Quintin during the introductions so he was able to produce it. Jack examined it as if he knew what he was looking at then pronounced,

"All seems to be in order the deal is on with one little alteration."

Quintin's eyes gleamed with greed and asked,

"What might this slight alteration be? The money issue is settled is it not?"

"Yes the money is settled but there is one more thing I want included in the price, I find Cora a very attractive woman so if I could have her until the exchange and I find her satisfactory I will take her for good, she will prove a very useful addition to my list of go betweens"

Quintin frowned and considered the proposal, reluctantly agreed,

"Very well, you can take her until the transaction is done then we will perhaps come to some sharing arrangement as I'm sure we will be doing business again."

He spoke as if doing a deal on a piece of horsemeat and Cora should have no say in it, as for Jack he was elated as it meant that Clare would be out of Quintin's hands.

"That seems fair, I'll be in touch about where and when but I find the Inn a few yards from Traitor's Gate is a suitable place, you should feel quite at home there."

Quite unable to resist the jibe. He took Clare's arm and walked her to the door,

"Come along Cora, we have only a short time to get to know each other better."

 

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She didn't expect Jack to actually return now to Quentin with her but he was adamant and truth be known, she really didn't feel like fighting him on this. She made the obligatory arguments before just shutting up and letting him win. With the microfilm tucked in her purse, she and Jack headed out with Tommy to the cab.

The whole way there she tried to warn Jack about what Quentin might try to do. Though she had to admit, if only to herself, that she felt a bit safer with Jack by her side.

"Just know that if possible, he will have you watched. You can't be too nice to me or he will get suspicious. Quentin understands obsession. He doesn't understand love or kindness. You show me any affection and he will have us both killed." She hoped that he would understand.

The door opened up as if by magic without her having to ring the bell.

"Why, hello Thomas. Is lover boy in?"

Thomas didn't crack a smile. "The master is in the study."

"Thanks Thomas."

Quentin looked surprised to see Jack with her and his eyebrow raised in question. Walking up to Quentin, she leaned in and kissed him, slipping the microfilm into his jacket pocket. She could tell by his glance down that he realized what she had slipped in his jacket pocket.

As if it had been there all along, he pulled it out and let Jack look at it.

All seems to be in order the deal is on with one little alteration.

Her head whipped around at his words. This was something that she was not expecting.

What might this slight alteration be? The money issue is settled is it not?

Yes the money is settled but there is one more thing I want included in the price, I find Cora a very attractive woman so if I could have her until the exchange and I find her satisfactory I will take her for good, she will prove a very useful addition to my list of go betweens

She frowned. If nothing else, she couldn't appear to be that amenable to a loaning out of her body.

Very well, you can take her until the transaction is done then we will perhaps come to some sharing arrangement as I'm sure we will be doing business again.

She crossed to Quentin and spoke tersely to him.

"You seem awfully anxious to whore me out!"

He grabbed her by the back of her head, her hair tight in his fist. His voice was low and menacing. "You'll fuck him and like it." She crossed back to Jack and Jack grabbed her by the arm, as if taking ownership.

That seems fair, I'll be in touch about where and when but I find the Inn a few yards from Traitor's Gate is a suitable place, you should feel quite at home there.

She tensed at his dig at Quentin before Jack dragged her to her door.

Come along Cora, we have only a short time to get to know each other better.

As Jack dragged her out of the room, she looked back at Quentin. He stood there smiling at her before pulling the microfilm out of his pocket and holding it up to the light.

 

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Jack's initial dislike for Quintin intensified when he manhandled Clare (Reminding himself that here she was Cora and he should treat her as such). He gritted his teeth, biting back the comment that he shouldn't treat a woman like that.

When she walked back towards him he roughly grabbed her arm, taking possession of her.

"Come along Cora, we have only a short time to get to know each other better."

He dragged her out of the door into the fresh air, feeling that the smell of corruption and depravity was clinging to his clothes.

"We can't go back to George's house so we'll find a posh hotel that befits a man of my standing, HAHA. Once there you can have another bath and I'll see to those cuts and bruises."

Tommy took them to a smart hotel that was not too expensive but posh enough to allay any suspicions that anyone following them might have although Tommy assured them that no one had followed them. During the ride Jack had to keep a tight rein on his emotions, he wanted nothing more than to take Clare in his arms and smother her with kisses, but he sat quietly just holding her hands in his.

They had no luggage so they ignored the smirking receptionist and went straight to their room, registering as Mr. and Mrs. Smith in the time honoured tradition of lovers everywhere.

"Get undressed honey and have your bath, I'm going to get you a new outfit, the one you're wearing now is tainted with Quentin's odour."

He returned an hour later with several parcels and found Clare dressed in a fluffy hotel bathrobe.

"Feeling better?" He asked before looking at her seriously,

"We have two days together now and you must suspect that I want to sleep with you but I don't want to be fucking Cora, I want to be making love to Clare, so make up your mind which it's going to be. In the meantime slip off that robe and let me see what I can do with those cuts and bruises."

An hour later he had finished gently rubbing salve on the bruises and cleaning and disinfecting the cuts.

"You can get dressed now, underwear is mostly respectable, I would hate for you to feel like a whore."

Once again he gave her some privacy and was pleased to see she had not dressed completely but was in just her underwear and silk stockings.

"You look wonderful but am I looking at Cora or Clare?"

 

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As soon as they left Quentin's, Jack hailed the cab driven by Tommy and ordered him to take them to a posh hotel. She was nervous that they might be followed though Tommy assured them that all was fine.

It wasn't hard to ignore the looks that the staff gave them at the front desk. With no luggage, it was a quick check in and as soon as they entered the hotel room, Jack told her to take a bath while her got her a change of clothes.

The water was nice and hot and this time, she felt free to really wash herself using soap on the side of the tub. She carefully cleaned her hair and as the the water started to cool, she finally climbed out of the tub and carefully dried off before slipping on a nice fluffy robe that was supplied by the hotel. When he arrived back some time later, he had several bags and asked her if she felt better. She nodded as he said, We have two days together now and you must suspect that I want to sleep with you but I don't want to be fucking Cora, I want to be making love to Clare, so make up your mind which it's going to be. In the meantime slip off that robe and let me see what I can do with those cuts and bruises.

She did as told. His touch was gentle and soft as he slowly and methodically cleaned each and every cut, putting medicine on them. Wherever there was a bruise, he rubbed salve on it. After some time and diligence, he finished and told her to get dressed and once she had slipped on underwear and stockings, he smiled at her.

You look wonderful but am I looking at Cora or Clare?

She leaned against him, his arms carefully holding her.

"Jack, I no longer know who or what I am any more. I wouldn't blame you if you never wanted anything to do with me."

And she began to cry.

 

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Jack knew only one thing for certain as he held Clare in his arms after her self pitying statement.

'Jack, I no longer know who or what I am any more. I wouldn't blame you if you never wanted anything to do with me.'

He knew that he loved her unreservedly and he always would. It was his fault that she was so confused and had been so dreadfully used by Quintin.

He kissed away the tears that trickled down her cheeks, saddened that she was so upset but glad that the wall she had built round herself in order to be Cora for him was crumbling.

"You are Clare Edison my love, MY Clare and nothing will ever change that, you have done things for me that I had no right to ask of you."

The closeness and warmth of her stirred a longing in him and his hands ran gently over her soft body, not forcing anything but wanting, needing a response. He put a finger under her chin and lifted her face up to look at him, her eyes were still shimmering with tears as he bent his head and kissed her soft warm mouth and ran his tongue across her lips.

He felt the tenseness in her body slowly dissipate and they were holding each other and kissing fervently. Finally he released her and wordlessly he took her hand and led her to the bed where he slipped the thin straps of her slip from her shoulders and down her arms then helped it over her hips and let it fall to the floor.

He stood back to admire her, her slim lissom body, pale and still bearing the marks from Quentin's savage night with her, but he saw nothing of that, just the woman he loved, the woman he had loved for almost three years now, the woman he had loved from the very first time he saw her.

"Clare, Cora always demanded that her men undress her but I want you to make your own choice, If you want to make love with me then undress yourself but please keep your stockings on, they feel so delightful when your legs are wrapped round me."

He waited with bated breath, hope against hope that she would want him.

 

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His kisses were soft and gentle. His touch was tender. And despite her confusion, she knew that Jack loved her. Or thought he did. This whole thing was costing her a lot. It was costing her her life. And her love. Her heart felt as if it were being squeezed by a heavy hand. For she knew what needed to be done.

You are Clare Edison my love, MY Clare and nothing will ever change that, you have done things for me that I had no right to ask of you.

It was softness that she needed now. A heavy hand would be too much for her at this moment. She needed to be made love to and her body was asking for it. He took her hand and led her to the bed. Why he should want anything to do with her after all the men that had been intimate with her. And he knew nothing about Larry. Yet one more man.

He slid the slip from her shoulders and as it puddled at her feet, he stepped back, eyes wandering over her body on appreciation. Then he spoke.

Clare, Cora always demanded that her men undress her but I want you to make your own choice, If you want to make love with me then undress yourself but please keep your stockings on, they feel so delightful when your legs are wrapped round me.

She hesitated for a second. She wanted him, yet she didn't want to lead him astray. Slow she unhooked her bra and slipped out of the panties. Standing before him wearing only her stockings, she felt revealed of all her "sins". The bruises and welts that covered her body. Why he should still want her confused her.

 

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For long moments Jack could only look and stare, yes she was marred by cuts and bruises but they would fade in time. the men that she had been with? They were insignificant and she'd had no choice, even Quintin had been forced upon her by circumstance. Now she looked so vulnerable almost like a nervous virgin preparing for her first time.

He walked over to her and cupped her face giving her a gentle kiss on trembling lips. He spoke softly as though to a nervous filly about to be saddled.

"I'll be gentle Clare, I won't hurt you in any way, if at any time you wish me to stop just say so and I will, everything that happens from now on will be because you want it to."

Slowly his hands gently slid down her neck and over her pale alabaster shoulders and along her arms until he held both of her hands. He motioned with his head towards the bed.

"If you are ready, shall we?"

Letting Clare make her own decision.

 

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She didn't know why she was so nervous. Yes, she did. She felt used. And soiled. And not worth a farthing. He gently held her face and kissed her. She was sure that he could feel her shaking as he tried to calm her.

I'll be gentle Clare, I won't hurt you in any way, if at any time you wish me to stop just say so and I will, everything that happens from now on will be because you want it to.

He held her hands in his as he motioned towards the bed. She could feel her time running out.

If you are ready, shall we?

She nodded and slowly climbed into bed, waiting. The silk hose that she wore made a soft sound against bedding. She watched Jack slowly undress, as if he were giving her every chance to back out, or change her mind. He was her Jack. Cora took all that away. But she let Cora do it so it was just as much her fault as Cora's. It was time that she accepted responsibility for her actions, or lack there of. And to learn that time continued on. The world would not stop for her and in the grand scheme of things, she didn't matter. This would soon be all over and life would continue on.

 

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Jack watched as Clare climbed into bed and lay waiting the sheets pulled up to her chin as if afraid to let him see her naked body. She was unsure of herself he could tell, unsure as to whether she was doing the right thing? Unsure of him? Unsure of the future? Whichever it was he took his time undressing to give Clare time to think and maybe change her mind. His mind was working overtime but his body knew what it wanted and gave a visual signal to Clare as she watched.

His penis was thick, hard, erect and throbbing painfully as he finally stood naked beside the bed. He waited, hesitated, giving Clare one more chance to call a halt before sliding in beside her,

"No going back now my love, no regrets."

His head level with Clare's he turned her face to him and gave her a long lingering kiss, hoping she would relax and kiss him back. His hand skimmed over her body, deliberately avoiding the spots that he knew normally aroused her, he was trying to convey to her that it wasn't just her body he wanted to use but that he wanted HER, all of her, he wanted her love. She was so warm and soft as he moved the palm of his hand along her slender arms and gently squeezed her fingers under the bed sheets.

"I DO love you Clare, SO, SO MUCH"

His voice husky with passion.

As he lay on his side his erection lay against her naked thigh, hot and hard, he could feel it throbbing and pulsing on her skin and he took one of her hands and placed it on his aching manhood.

"I can't deny it Clare, I want to make love to you and you to make love to me but I want so much more than your body, I want your whole being, I need you to love me unreservedly as I love you "

Jack slowly slid his hand over her belly feeling her breathing irregularly, no doubt warring with herself. His fingers came into contact wit the silky red hairs of the 'C' trimmed on her mound and right then he vowed that once this was over he would demand that sickening reminder of Cora be removed.

He bypassed Clare's clitoris not wanting to rush her into a meaningless passion that she would later regret, instead he let his finger slide along her slit top to bottom and back up again. It felt so silky soft and wet, his fingers plowing a furrow between the labia.

He sighed happily, so far Clare hadn't rejected him, in fact she had said or done nothing but clasp his erection.

"Clare my sweet, may I put my finger inside you?"

He wasn't sure if he needed to ask but better to be sure considering Clare's confused state of mind.

 

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Jack was gentle, obviously knowing just a small portion of what she had been through at the hands of Quentin. And she would never tell him everything. He deserved that bit of ignorance.

In fact, these last 3 years had been hell. And her first time with Jack had not been as she would have liked. Perhaps her whole life had not been as she would have hoped. As she watched him undress, she knew that she trusted him. Deep down she trusted him. It was apparent that he desired her, his penis erect and hard.

No going back now my love, no regrets.

He kissed her and she felt a tear escape from her eye. Not from fear. She had handled pain and being used before. And she feared that he took her hesitation for fear. But that was not it. It was for loss. Loss of a true first time. Loss of innocence. Loss of the past. Loss of a future. Loss of a love. Loss of time. Loss of so much...

He was doing his best to not hurt her, climbing into bed beside her, his member throbbing against her leg. It was like he was afraid of damaging her and that was not what she wanted. She had been raped, fucked, used and abused.

But what she really wanted was to be made love to. While it was still possible.

I DO love you Clare, SO, SO MUCH. I can't deny it Clare, I want to make love to you and you to make love to me but I want so much more than your body, I want your whole being, I need you to love me unreservedly as I love you

He seemed hesitant and she didn't want him to be. She wanted her knight in shining armor, the man that she always saw him as. Despite being tricked by Cora, she still saw him as her man. She would always see him as hers.

He worked to excite her. He didn't need to. Just being with him excited her. Here he was afraid that she didn't want him and she was afraid that he wouldn't want her. Her fingers seemed to hold his heartbeat in her hands, his cock throbbing against her fingers. She held on like a drowning woman holding onto a life preserver.

Clare my sweet, may I put my finger inside you?

"Jack, I have always loved you. You should have always known that. What do I need now? I need you to make love to me. More than anything else, I need love."

 

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'Clare my sweet, may I put my finger inside you?'

The question was unnecessary and Jack knew it, whatever her answer he was going to insert his finger inside Clare's wet weeping pussy, but he asked it anyway.

'"Jack, I have always loved you. You should have always known that. What do I need now? I need you to make love to me. More than anything else, I need love.'

Clare's answer was soft, plaintive, almost pleading, just those few words and the manner with which they were delivered changed everything for Jack. No longer need he be persuasive, tentative, cautious, Clare wanted him, that was all that mattered, he wouldn't be rough and demanding, that was the last thing she needed. She needed love and he had that in abundance

In an instant he stopped the cautious probing and pushed his finger into the folds of her pussy, feeling her wetness on his finger and crushed her mouth with his not giving her time to draw breath. He curled his finger up inside seeking her sensitive G-spot the heel of his hand came down on her clit and he pressed gently, stimulating her swelling nub. When he finally let Clare breath he whispered hoarsely,

"You silly little girl Clare, I never doubted for a moment that you loved me and I have always loved you although you have made it very difficult these past few days when you decided to become Cora"

He kissed and licked his way down to her collar bone, stopping briefly to suck the pale flesh of her neck into his mouth, savouring the taste of her.

With his free hand he brushed her hair back and then continued his tiny kisses and licks over her breasts. Clare's nipples were hard and erect although one looked a little sore from a bite. He ignored that one and sucked the other engorged nub into his mouth as far as he could and flicked his tongue over the sensitive tip.

It was then that Jack became aware of Clare's hand sliding slowly along his length, pulling back his foreskin and her thumb on his cock slit rubbing his seeping precum into his plum coloured cock head. They looked at one another and smiled.

"Are you ready now darling?"

 

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His finger was gentle and sure, sliding deep into her sex, exciting her body with his fingers and his palm. Her body accepted what he did, actually...actually she knew that for always he would be hers, whether or not he knew it. His hand claimed her and it was some time before he let her catch her breath.

You silly little girl Clare, I never doubted for a moment that you loved me and I have always loved you although you have made it very difficult these past few days when you decided to become Cora

"No more mention of her. Between just the two of us, no more mention of that name. Promise me. Subterfuge is one thing, but when it is just us..."

As if in agreement, his mouth made love to her, licking and kissing. He was careful, avoiding any place on her body that Quentin had hurt. He was all gentleness and honor. And she wanted him.

Her hand told him just how much, stroking him, playing with his purple cockhead that she knew wanted her.

Are you ready now darling?

She nodded. "Please make love to me now, my Jack. Please." She hoped for at least tonight, it would be a perfect night. She drew his lips to hers.

 

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His mention of Cora almost ruined the moment but Clare was understanding and rebuked him only gently,

'No more mention of her. Between just the two of us, no more mention of that name. Promise me. Subterfuge is one thing, but when it is just us..."
'

He teased her body gently, wanting her to reach for that pinnacle of desire for herself. His finger drenched in her juice and the slow bucking of her hips against his hand were all the right signals that she wanted him so he asked a completely unnecessary question again,

"Are you ready now darling?"

"Please make love to me now, my Jack. Please."

Such joy filled his heart at those two words, 'MY JACK' He was hers, enchanted by her and she was here in his arms, he was hers and she was his.

He rolled her onto her back and allowed her to make herself comfortable, her legs splayed open and the silk of her stockings on his thighs, she locked her ankles behind his knees. Supporting himself on his arms so that his weight didn't bear down on her he looked into her eyes and whispered,

"You do it Clare my love, you put it in."

His manhood was hard and thick, pulsing with desire for her as it was guided to her entrance and he could feel the wetness of her labia on his helmet as he edged it into her slowly, so slowly and carefully, aware that the tops of her thighs and all around her vagina were heavily bruised. Soon though he was sheathed in her silky slippery wet channel and they just lay still for a few moments. His manhood twitched inside her and she giggled. He hadn't heard Clare giggle in such a long time.

"Perfect Clare, this is perfect, you are perfect, we are perfect, we belong together."

He closed his eyes in bliss as he spoke and so missed the look of consternation on her face. He eased in and out of Clare's grasping channel, his cock being massaged by her vaginal muscles, gripping and releasing in tandem with his tender thrusting.

"I am trying to be gentle my love but it is difficult, would you find it easier if you were to ride me? I know it sounds pathetic but I am afraid of hurting you, I would wish to make love to you with wild abandon and fuck you fast, fuck you slow, so you dictate, alright?"

 

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She lay beneath him, submitting herself. He seemed hesitant, afraid of hurting her. And in some small way, that endeared him to her. He let her slide his clock in, and she let out a sigh as he filled the void inside her. She wished that it could always be like this.

He twitched inside her and her laugh tumbled from between her lips.

Perfect Clare, this is perfect, you are perfect, we are perfect, we belong together.

Her heart tore in two and she fought to keep the tears from filling her eyes. He was careful, as if afraid she would break as he slowly slid in and out.

I am trying to be gentle my love but it is difficult, would you find it easier if you were to ride me? I know it sounds pathetic but I am afraid of hurting you, I would wish to make love to you with wild abandon and fuck you fast, fuck you slow, so you dictate, alright?

It was a smile that played around her lips as she smoothed the worry lines on his forehead with her fingers. With a kiss, she assured him.

"Jack, a woman is a lot stronger than men think. That's why we were chosen to bear children. Don't worry. As long as you love me, it doesn't hurt me." She saw his hesitation. "Trust me. Because what you are doing right now makes my heart sing. Just make love to me and make me forget everything that happened before."

His kiss told her what she needed. And as he began again, she whispered, not knowing if he heard her or not.

"My Jack, I love you."