The following story is a loosely edited transcript of an RP between this writer and the ever-delightful ContinentalCo. It contains damsel-in-distress bondage, humiliation and sexual themes. Reader discretion is advised.
1.
"Financiers and jewel appraisers are in uproar at the news that Sir Charles Barclay-Richmond, the notorious English playboy billionaire, gambler and womaniser, has purchased the Damsel's Eye, the largest and, it had been thought, most unattainable emerald in the world. It reputedly cost almost £8 million to prise the jewel from its previous owner.
"Security experts have expressed doubts over the suitability of Richmond Manor, the enormous crumbling country house where the emerald will be kept. Sir Charles, however, does not appear worried. He told reporters this evening that he "positively dared anyone to try and steal my goddamn gem".
"Richmond Manor is unlikely to be mistaken for Fort Knox, but it has a forbidding aura nonetheless. Since Sir Charles was a teenager there have been several unexplained disappearances in the vicinity, all of them beautiful young women. Two babysitters, several maids, a Latin tutor, a farmer's daughter, and a plucky reporter trying to disentangle Sir Charles' unusual tax arrangements all vanished without a trace, as did an ambitious young policewoman investigating the previous cases. And while no evidence has ever been found to implicate the dissolute peer, questions continue to be asked.
"It would take a brave or a foolish burglar to steal from such a man. But who knows? Perhaps someone will try."
Melanie Trejo put down the newspaper and smiled. Perhaps they will, she thought. The 25-year-old Latina had emptied the safes of dozens of rich old men, and didn't see why this one would be any different.
Melanie was an accomplished burglar, picklock and safecracker, but provided she was careful to select male victims, she had found that her more practical skills were rarely needed. With well-shaped legs and butt, long brunette hair, and an appealingly flirty manner, the Mexican thief had elevated the seduction of wealthy Englishmen to an art form. Within weeks, occasionally within days, the poor men would inevitably fall in love with the Latin beauty, and start throwing money and gifts at her: to the besotted fools a few million seemed a fair exchange for having her delightful company. Sadly, they would end up giving far more for far less. Melanie would accept their gifts with a smile, wait until nightfall, then fill her bag with anything else of value that she could find, and vanish. They would never see her again.
And now it was Sir Charles' turn.
2.
The gorgeous Latina rang the doorbell at Richmond Manor. She had decided long ago that subtlety was overrated, and was dressed in a manner that was sure to seduce any old man with a pulse: a tight, thigh-length black dress, with a skimpy black bra and tiny thong beneath. Her high-heeled shoes were a little impractical on the gravel, but they looked great. Her long, straight black hair was picked up in a ponytail.
Since there was no answer, she went over to try the garden gate. As she waited, she gazed at the beautiful surroundings. The big mansion was in the middle of nowhere, and surrounded by trees; the police would take hours to arrive if an alarm went off. She smiled sweetly at the thought... unaware that she was being watched.
Elsewhere on the estate, Sir Charles sat in a large leather armchair, sipping whisky and looking intently at a bank of computer screens. Richmond Manor seemed run-down, but it was equipped with a sophisticated array of sensors and cameras, and he was fond of spying on the ramblers and travelling salesmen who strayed on to his land. But this sight was a special treat: a stunning Latina with a body to die for and an outfit that left very little to the imagination. As beautiful as she was, however, she was behaving suspiciously. Whatever could she be up to?
Sir Charles tapped a few keys and the digital locks on that side of the house disengaged, leaving only the ancient deadbolts and mortise locks. If Melanie had even rudimentary burglary skills, she'd be able to break in with ease.
But Melanie was too cautious, too smart to take the bait. She was sure that something was wrong. Something had changed. She looked around for security cameras. Was she being observed? She rang the bell again and spoke into the microphone. "Hi! Is anyone there? My car just ran out of gasoline and I'm lost in the middle of nowhere. Could I come in and have a glass of water? I need to call for help..."
The pretty Latina smiled to herself. With a story like that, no one could turn her away. In a few moments she would be inside the mansion.
There was a click and a crackle on the line, then a kind voice.
"Hello there my dear. Oh, how shocking, you have run out of gasoline? Don't worry, I would be happy to
kidnap
... I mean, kid about with you while you wait for your car to be fixed. I would love to
capture
... er, your beauty, with perhaps a few photographs? You really are a pretty one, aren't you? What a pleasure it would be to
bind
... I mean, find you a good mechanic.
"The gate is open now, as is the door just beyond. Come inside and make yourself at home. There are glasses and a bottle of champagne in the refrigerator. Be my prisoner! I mean, guest."
There was sinister laughter before another click and the line went dead. Then the gate swung open, beckoning Melanie inside.
3.
Melanie listened with narrowed eyes and a wrinkled nose. What a weird guy, she thought. What a strange, sinister way of talking. But then she shrugged: the creep had a lot of money and jewels, so he was worth the effort.
Melanie took out her ponytail and let her hair down, long, straight and black. She adjusted her cleavage and walked forward, moving her hips like a Latin goddess. As she walked through the garden to the door of the mansion, she realised the gardener was gawking at her curves. She smiled to herself, knowing how charming she looked. A young butler opened the door for her and, as she came in, couldn't help staring at her shapely legs and round toned ass.
Melanie turned around sharply and spoke to him in an arrogant, bossy voice. "Hey kid! Where is the owner of the house? And look up, okay? My face is up here!"
The butler's face went red.
"I'm very sorry, madam," he stuttered. "I hope you won't mention this to the master!"
The poor boy didn't know where to look, and Melanie was delighted. She jiggled her tits in his face as a final torment and then marched past.
As she entered the house, the gorgeous thief was stunned by the wealth on display. There were priceless paintings on the walls, and irreplaceable vases and sculptures on the shelves. She smiled to herself. Jackpot, she thought.
"Welcome to my humble home," came a voice. Melanie followed the sound and found herself in a grand hall with luxurious furniture and a large fireplace. A smartly dressed man in his mid-fifties reached out and kissed her hand, then offered her a glass of champagne.
"My mechanic will fill up your car," he said. "Now, how shall we entertain ourselves while we wait? We really must get you
trussed up
, er, I mean... trust me to show you a good time!"
Melanie took a seat on an expensive-looking chair and crossed her shapely brown legs, the tight little dress showing them off to great effect. The man was clearly having to make an effort not to stare at them. She accepted the champagne with a nod and gave the man - Sir Charles, presumably - a pure and innocent smile.
"Thank you, sir," Melanie said. "You're very kind. I hope it won't take long to have my car fixed." There was absolutely nothing wrong with her car, she had simply hidden it in some bushes, and she hoped desperately that Sir Charles' people wouldn't find it and put a hole in her story. But she wasn't going to show she was worried. After all, she was a professional.
Suddenly Melanie licked her lips, looked at the old man with naughty eyes, and whispered in a flirting tone: "Sir, would you let me see the rest of this lovely place?"
Sir Charles was obviously enjoying the sight of her toned and shapely body. Surely he had never had a guest as exotic as her.
4.
Sir Charles was indeed enjoying the sight of the pretty young crook in her tight and revealing dress.
"I would be delighted to show you around, my dear," he said. "Let me see. Would you like to walk around the gardens, or take a look at the bedroom where I keep my most valuable treasures?"
He gave a wicked smile.
"I can ask the mechanic to take his time, if you would like a really thorough tour."
Melanie looked at Sir Charles with feline eyes and smiled. That was easier than I expected, she thought, I've seduced this poor old man. She stood up and approached his chair, clacking her heels and rotating her hips, then bent over offering him a privileged view of her imprisoned boobs.
"That would be really exciting, sir. Would you do that for me? Show me around the place, I mean... I think you are a true gentleman!"
Sir Charles looked very pleased to have Melanie in the mansion. He took a sip of his champagne with a stately air, observing the Mexican girl. He wondered how far he could push his luck with this pretty creature. Was she as gullible as he suspected?
"I would love to," he smiled. "But I am a defenceless old man, and I am not sure it would be wise for me to be alone in the house with a fit young stranger. You might overpower me and steal my money! Unless... I don't suppose you would allow me to bind your hands behind your back, by any chance? Just for my protection."
He winked, and added: "I think you'd look good in rope, by the way. And if you're half as charming as I suspect, you might just persuade me to untie you when we get to the bedroom... or add some more rope..."
Melanie looked at Sir Charles strangely, weighing up the idea.
