The Amorous Agatha Christie 09

Chapter Twelve.

The Three Labours Of Agatha Christie

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"Edgar Wolstenholme awaits your presence. inside."

The big oaf jerked his thumb over his shoulder and sneered.

"Very well," said Agatha Christie defiantly.

As she passed him he rubbed his chin and ogled her lecherously. Dressed in the height of fashion the short-haired redhead wore a red velvet cloche hat over her short bob. Her sleeveless fringe dress had a defined draped asymmetric hem and a plunging neckline.

Only the day before, Agatha had been lying in her bed in London, lazily reading that morning edition of the Times newspaper, and thinking of venturing out to go shoe shopping. Thompson, her trusty chauffeur and part-time lover, entered bearing her breakfast tray. Together with the first delivery of letters and one telegram. She ripped it open and was astonished to find the message was an invitation to meet up with Wolstenholme.

"What a damned cheek!"

With a frown of arrogance, she hopped out of bed to telephone that renowned criminologist, Sexton Blake. Instead, his secretary informed her that he had been unavailable for the last two days. She sat back down lit her first cigarette of the day and pondered.

x

"Good evening, my delightful Mrs. Christie. And welcome to my new abode. Raven Manor was cruelly taken from me by the authorities, and I have been forced to scale down."

"You? It is you! Have you resurfaced after your sudden vanishing act? What on earth are you up to this time?"

Agatha had heard little of the jealous pulp fiction writer since he had lured her and Sexton Blake in false pretences. She made a gesture of contempt as he continued.

"The usual despicable deed. You have an unerring disposition to bring out my perverse side."

The man's cackling voice came over a public address system from all corners of the room. Agatha had walked just a few paces inside the building which stunk of glue and paste and which had a cool atmosphere. The thug who let her in had vanished and she was alone in the barely furnished room.

Wolstenholme! That conniving fiction writer had led her and Sexton Blake on a merry dance before the pair of sleuths had managed to turn the tables. What mischief was he up to now? Any scheme would no doubt include some rum do.

"What devilry are you up to now, Edgar?"

To say that Wolstenholme had fallen from grace was to put things mildly. He had published his stories for years until Christie came along with a whole new way of writing a crime novel. The only care he had in the world was to bring humiliation upon her.

"Listen carefully," he cackled again. "You must obey my every instruction from now on, The life of Mister Sexton Blake depends on your actions in the next sixty minutes. Thanks to my ingenuity, I administered chloroform and brought the noble detective here. I plan to give you several tasks to be completed in one hour, or it's the end for him.

"You wouldn't!" Said she in anguish.

"You have undoubtedly heard of the twelve labours of Hercules? I have fashioned three labours, tasks if you will, which you must complete within the next sixty minutes. Are you game?"

"You can't scare me, you evil miscreant. Bring it on."

"Splendid. Now you must do as I say, to the letter. On your left, you will see three doors. You will find your tasks behind each in turn. Now go to door number one."

Still somewhat bemused, although one hundred percent enthusiastic, the famous author entered through the first heavy door which immediately slammed shut on her. Inside she looked all about her and found herself in what appeared to be a square six by six cell. She ran her fingertips on the smooth surface of the door and walls which had no other features whatsoever. No handle, hinge, or frame. Even the interior light could not be seen as the bold female blinked in the harsh light.

"Now what?"

From behind her, she heard a door open slowly, and she peered into another, slightly larger square-walled room. She gasped at what was one of the most obscene-looking contraptions she had ever seen. In the middle of the room was a 'seat of love' or 'siège d'amour.'

"Good heavens!"

Christie was genuinely shocked. She had never seen such a thing before and stood wide-eyed at the large object. Made of wood, it measured 5.5" high x 6" long x 2-1/8" wide.

"Incredible, isn't it? This extraordinary and highly imaginative chair was originally designed for Edward VII, the Prince of Wales and later King of England, during his youthful escapades in Paris and made to measure by the prominent cabinetmaker Louis Soubrier in 1890. It was delivered to the Parisian bordello Le Chabanais for the future King's personal use. The design allowed the infamous playboy prince to amuse himself in numerous ways, including with two ladies at the same time. The original chair used by the prince is now owned by the great-grandson of the original 19th-century maker. This is a copy I had made with a few minor additions."

Agatha looked at the seat with a macabre interest. The legs of the love seat had been replaced by the arched blades of a rocking chair, and the seat now had two padded thigh rests with a leather six-inch dildo mounted in the centre. A thick handle protruded out in front of the pads and presumably made the rocker move backward and forward. The toy was ribbed and had a tapered head that glistened from having been coated in some kind of lubrication.

"It's self-powered and works just like a rocking chair. The only difference is every time you tilt to and fro the dildo fucks you. You can determine the speed and depth of penetration. I want you to ride it and bring yourself to orgasm. Once you achieve this I will let you proceed to the next labour. Now I am watching you closely, so no faking. As I said, time is of the essence so I wouldn't hang around if I were you."

"Wolstenholme!" came her stormy reply. "Are you some sort of sex pervert!"

"Hey now. I'll have you know I am quite the lady's man." He said with an aristocratic air. "I am quite conversant with females and their sexual pleasures. But I do like to watch I admit. Now get on with it. The clock starts ticking now."

A loud and ominous tick-tock echoed around the room and low ceiling as Agatha resigned herself to her fate. Only she could save the intrepid detective she knew well. She undressed, put her hands on her hips, and cocked her head. Her slender form was blessed with firm and pliant breasts and alabaster flesh. Her left hand wandered across her slightly rounded belly down to her sex which had curious reddish-brown curls of pubic hair. Her slender fingers traced inwards from her upper thighs to the softness of her mons and she inhaled through flared nostrils.

"Here goes nothing."

The naked Flapper positioned herself over the dildo and rested her thighs on the luxurious pads of the seat. Her bottom hung in the air as she guided the head of the oiled-up sex toy to the opening of her muff, and let the dildo sink in slowly. She gripped the handle in her right hand as she shuddered at the feel of the fake cock sliding up inside her cunt. Her folds parted and stretched out as the six-inch toy was entirely embedded inside. She squirmed and shifted as she grew accustomed to the odd feel of leather rubber inserted in her sex.

"Now, I just...heavens!"

Agatha rolled her hips forward and the acute momentum shoved the dildo into an upward thrust.

"Goodness me! That was weird!"

Then she inhaled deeply and rocked backward and the false cock withdrew. Slowly, she began a gentle motion with her hips and the handle and she closed her eyes as she was understanding the rhythm of the rocker. She moaned loudly as she felt the dildo move back and forth within her as her angle bettered. Forward and back, forward and back, in and out, in and out.

"That, that feels kind of nice."

Soon, the bold author was fucking herself hands-free, just using her feet, thighs, and hips. The persistent friction of the bumps and ridges on the shaft of the toy made her squeal with delight and she writhed erotically. Agatha shuddered from her constant stimulation as she rocked the dildo into her leaking cunt. So much juice was created that her inner thighs were saturated.

"Hah!"

She snapped her head back as her spine flexed and the muscles in her thighs and calves stood out profoundly. The toy was causing her cunt muscles to spasm from the continual vibrations as it worked in and out. In a way, this was good as she surged on in search of her orgasm.

"Oh lord, oh lord, oh lord!" She intoned over and over as the dildo pumped into her.

Faster and faster now the slender beauty powered the rocker into her steamy cunt and she gulped in huge mouthfuls of air as her body became drenched in sweat. Finally, she went into convulsions as she achieved a mind-blowing orgasm. Her legs went stiff as she ceased her divine rocking and she went limp on the padded thigh rests. Her gorgeous body felt amazing in her post-sexual bliss as she disengaged from the rocker.

"That was intense!"

"Indeed, that was quite the show."

Edgar's voice broke over the loudspeakers and brought Christie solidly down to earth. The clock ticked in the background.

"How long did I take?"

"A splendid fifteen minutes. You have three-quarters of an hour before I eliminate Sexton Blake. Now go through the second door."

She pushed the door open and peered into a slightly larger room than the one she was just in. With great trepidation, she walked in and saw two more thugs. Both were brawny and dressed in ill-fitting sweaters and boots. Apart from this, Agatha was astonished to see that they were also naked from the waist down and that they ported full erections.

"Now that's a lot to digest," she exclaimed as the realization of her second labour hit her.

"You guessed it, Mrs. Christie," said the booming voice of Wolstenholme. "You are required to bring my two men to orgasm to proceed to the third labour. Have fun now. Hah! Hah! Hah!"

Agatha inhaled deeply. If it meant saving Sexton then she simply had no other choice but to bring these two off. As she quaked in her fashionable shoes, she was leered at the two oafs. She stood with both hands on her hips which only furthered her desirable figure. Slim and feminine she had a subtle musculature of her thighs.

"You don't intimidate me," she said, despite her exposed ginger quim peaking out from between her upper thighs.

Hot to trot the bold crime writer marched forwards and stood directly in front of the goons and looked each of them in the eye from under her fringe of hair. In her favourite pose she had her feet apart and her hands on her hips. Without waiting on ceremony, she dropped to her knees and placed her hands on the inner thighs of the biggest fellow. She cocked her head and stared at his big cock and balls. The large head was shiny and wet with pre cum already and without further ado she flicked out her tongue all over and under the bulbous crown.

"Agh!"

The man moaned as he looked down at the woman with the bob hairstyle. She repeatedly drew her whole tongue across the cock head and around that sensitive area just under. The brazen minx was an expert cock sucker! Aware of the time factor the naked filly swiftly moved to her right and expertly and erotically kissed the entire seven and a half inch length of the other. He let out a long and agonised groan as his solid shaft was licked from tip to bushy pubes.

"Good start, Mrs. Christie," said a cackling Edgar over the loudspeakers, presumably watching the whole sordid affair through some peephole or other.

Agatha held up one of the stiff pricks and put it flush on his belly as she lapped at his hairy scrotum, making sure to nuzzle his testicles in a seductive tease. She would make these guys cum alright. She turned her attention to his partner in crime and guided his spongy knob into her mouth at the same time she jacked off the other.

Her head nodded as her warm, wet mouth devoured the staff. His hips jerked involuntarily as his entire length filled her throat. Again, with surprising dexterity, the independent woman squeezed his cock between the roof of her mouth and her tongue as she sucked noisily.

"What a mouth!"

What a sight too, as the nude redhead bounced on her haunches and her ginger-covered muff glistened with her love juice. She released him and then gave the other lots of playful kisses on his bell end which made him shudder with pleasure.

"Oh!" cried Agatha as one thug came behind her and raised her back up.

The goon ran his hands along the front of her bared thighs, gradually moving to her wet cunt as she gyrated her hips. His big bulk pressed to her rounded backside and he felt the wanton woman move her crack up and down against his stiff cock! He stared at her peach of a bottom as his prick was massaged by her twin cheeks. Agatha sighed as his fingers caressed the outer labia of her molten muff.

"Suck on this." Said the other as he held up his spit-covered cock.

She stroked his shaft with her right fist as the man behind her pushed down on her back so that she was bent forward. She swallowed the seven-inch cock in her face and hummed on the hot meat as her labia were slowly prised open and a fat digit thrust inside. With the two men fingering and fucking her face, Christie lost all reason and madly bucked and sucked with complete abandon.

"So wet! I got to fuck this cunt."

Two large hands smothered her bum as she braced herself with her shoes firmly on the floor. The wonderful sensation of a hard cock being slowly slid up inside her hot slot never failed to please the adventurous and horny Flapper and a welcome whimper of delight escaped her sealed lips. Sealed around a hot prick as she slurped and slobbered, her body was shunted back and forth from the hefty humping from the brawny goon. He chuckled as his sweaty groin smacked against her bum loudly.

"Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh!" she moaned in throaty grunts each time he drove all the way into her soaked cunt.

All three moved together in a coordinated and sexy rhythm as she was fucked hard and slammed into the other man's groin, ensuring his stiff length bumped the back of her throat. As she was double-teamed, her moans grew louder. From behind she was pumped rapidly and from the front, her mouth took equal thrusts.

"Mmmagah!"

Then the one down her throat pulled out panting and sat on a four-legged stool in the corner, his big cock in his fist. The one up her quim also withdrew his shining prick and pushed her hard in the small of her back. She got onto the seated one in a reverse cowgirl position and let his upright pole sink inside her. She was so wet it slid all the way up until her bottom met his wiry pubes. A huge cock was thrust into her face once more and she stroked and licked this as she rode up and down.

"Her cunt is so wet!"

Despite the gravity of the situation, Agatha's body betrayed her as she relished the big cock stuffed up her cunt. It just felt so good! She impaled herself on his thickness and rode up all the way to the tip before dropping down to his balls. With the heels of her shoes on the ground for better leverage, she was having quite the time as she serviced both men.

"Excellent! Do you like my chaps playing with you, my dear?"

Agatha yelped as she was hoisted up in mid-air and became suspended between the pair of Wolstenholme's thugs. One held her by the thighs as she hooked her ankles back and around his butt. She brought her arms around his meaty backside and held on tight as his rigid cock slipped into her open mouth.

"What a fucking slut!"

In the next few minutes, Agatha was given a flying fuck as the cock sawed in and out of her slot. Her legs flapped in the air as they bent at the knee. His thigh muscles were stretched as he planted his feet out wide and pulled/pushed her on his glistening organ.

"Yeah, take it deep!"

He then stiffened as he came hard into the dribbling mouth of the slender beauty, who growled like an animal as she gulped his seed. Behind her, his partner was fucking her at breakneck speed until he too exploded and shot his load all over her lower back and ivory buttocks in great arcs. Drop after drop ran down the back of her legs as she stood up straight.

"Well done, well done." Wolstenholme's dulcet tones resonated in the room. "We'll make a whore out of you yet. Now go through the next door."

On unsteady pins, Agatha stepped into the next room as the door slid back. There she was confronted by the sight of her live-in chauffeur Thompson who had been stripped nude and laid on his back upon a sturdy wooden table. His arms and legs were tightly secured to the table by iron cuffs at the wrists and ankles. He struggled to move but his limbs would not budge from his sides. Agatha froze as she took in the scene.

"Thompson! I don't believe it!"

The bulky chap raised his head and saw her standing before him naked and glowing.

"Are you hurt? Wolstenholme, you utter fiend!"

Thompson croaked an answer and she noted that the sight of her naked loins had stirred something in him and his dormant cock started to slowly come to life.

"Aha! The fellow awakes. Same as me actually, I always get a stiff in the morning. Ha! Ha! Ha!"

"Why is he nude?" she asked.

"It's plain as the nose on your face, my dear Mrs. Christie. You are going to fuck him and make him ejaculate inside you. Inside you mind, I have a fancy to see you get a cunt full of cream. The clock has wound down and you have twenty-five minutes. So, get on with it."

Lucky I use the Dutch Cap, she thought as she did what she was told and rubbed her muff. Thompson, despite his hairy predicament, was now fully erect and his solid boner quivered up on his belly.

"Thompson. Do you know where Sexton Blake is?"

Her tits jiggled as she came over to his side.

"Don't know," he uttered in a groggy voice. Are you really going to do this?"

"We have no choice. If we don't comply Wolstenholme will not spare the detective."

"Very well."

She looked down and held his erection upright and sized him up. His erection always got her juiced up. She used her other hand between her thighs and tested her wetness. Her left leg moved across the bound man and she settled herself astride his groin. His big package rested under her as she lifted his cock up and let the stiff hose rub along her wet slit, moistening his tip. He groaned and lifted his pelvis up as far as possible despite his predicament and the naked redhead let him slide on up.

"Oh my!" She gasped as the flared head popped inside her with a wet sucking sound, followed by the thick shaft.

Agatha eased back and threw her head up as she sank all the way down, her gloves flat down on his stomach. She paused for a few moments to relish the moment of her being impaled on the man's knob. Her hips gently rocked from side to side causing a sublime friction on her inner walls that made her cunt seep out around his cock and onto his balls.

"I'm going to fuck you now and I want you to cum inside me."

She began to ride up and down with half of his length inserted in her sex at all times. The feeling of his hot meat inside her made her quite giddy as she pressed down with her hands on his abdomen. Her curvy backside rose and fell as she increased the tempo and her quim tingled like crazy as she drove to and fro on his marvellous organ.

His eyes fixed on the bouncing woman as she took in all of his prick, and her ripe tits jostled in his face. She upped the tempo, acutely aware now of the ticking clock. Her hips rocked back and forth rapidly now, his entire cock inserted inside her as she milked his boner for all she was worth. Her soft moans were almost pleading as she drove her sopping pussy on his boner.

"This...is...so...wonder...ful," she cooed as her quim became a slick tunnel.