Tied and Tormented in the Twenties [Bound by Time II]
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by Valentine Adams
Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica
Description: Sentenced to Bondage! Finally, the long awaited second volume in the Bound by Time series from best selling author Valentine Adams. "Tied and Tormented in the Twenties" is set in the Roaring Twenties amidst Victorian false morals. Time traveler Seth Watson impersonates Curtis Murdock Madison, the long lost brother of the Madison family. Based on extensive research, Seth goes back to fleece the Madison estate but finds he is more interested in his new-found twin "sisters", Barbara Anne and Elisabeth Murdock, than the money. He catches Babs and Betts in a compromising situation, with the young maid, Rebecca. As punishment for their "perverted" activities, he stages a trial and sentences all three wayward girls to a captivity of strict bondage. Before he's done, the housekeeper and the scullery maid have joined in the fun.
eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books/Sizzler Editions,
eBookwise Release Date: July 2008
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Reading time: 113-158 min.
For his second trip back in time, Seth did a great deal of research. He traveled to a nearby city and spent many days in the archives of the library there. He found an excellent opportunity in 1926. Two sisters, Barbara Anne and Elisabeth Murdock had inherited the estate of their estranged father. The estate was worth many millions and was to be equally divided between the twin sisters and their older brother, Curtis Murdock.
The father, who was fifteen years his wife's senior, had deserted the kids and their mother in 1904 and never returned. He had apparently kept some interest in the kids for when their mother died in 1907 of consumption he became involved in their lives even though from a distance. When the girls were put in a girl's home operated by the Episcopal Church and the boy went to the state facility for homeless boys, he thereafter sent support payments for the three of them.
Seth researched the news and discovered the brother had never been found. After the required five-year wait stated in the will, the estate was divided between the girls. Seth was also able to find that the boy had graduated from high school in 1913 at the age of sixteen and he had for all practical purposes disappeared. He had been listed as a runaway. Further research had revealed that a man named Curtis Murdock, who was not the right age, but whose birthday was an exact match except for the year, had been in the army and was killed in Europe in 1919. He was listed as an orphan with no family.
He decided to go back to 1926. He packed a trunk with period clothing as well as modern paraphernalia and money. The trip back would have to be from a point near to where he intended to spend his next visit. Among his land holdings was the peach warehouse near the intersection of state route 84 and Interstate 45, about one hundred fifty miles north of home. The drive took him a little over two hours, since he was pulling the trailer transporting the time machine. He took the Fairfield exit and headed west for just a few hundred yards to the private road leading to the warehouse.
Once inside the old building, it only took a few minutes to load his belongings into the travel pod and to get himself settled. He activated the controls and in seconds returned to September 5, 1926. By midday, he was standing on the front porch of the massive Victorian mansion that had been referred to in the papers as the Madison Mansion. It appeared that the father, Henry Murdock had added Madison to his name and become a tycoon.
He rang the twist bell in the center of the massive front door and within a minute the door was pulled open slightly. He saw a young maid in a pale blue-gray uniform dress, white apron and matching cap. Her soft clear eyes gave her a slightly dreamy appearance. She smiled at him showing small, very straight white teeth and healthy pink gums.
"Good afternoon. My name is Curtis Murdock. I've come because of an advertisement in the Times."
The girl became much more servile and bowed slightly and pulled the door fully open.
"Won't you step inside sir?"
Once inside the cavernous entrance hall, he waited as the maid walked away from him, the heels of her black pumps clicking on the perfectly polished parquet. She stopped when he didn't follow her.
"This way sir."
She moved with short graceful steps as he followed, noting that with each step, there was a brief glimpse of her slim ankles in black silk stockings showing beneath the hem of the dress. She pulled open half of the huge paneled sliding door, motioning him into the room.
"Please wait in the parlor sir. I'll get Miss Murdock."
The maid returned within two minutes with another young woman following. He was enthralled at the graceful beauty of this new vision. She was about four inches taller than the maid, about five feet six inches. Her hair was dark blond with just a hint of red and she looked at him with crystal clear cobalt eyes, her flawless face breaking into a soft smile.
"Good afternoon, sir."
"Good afternoon to you. Is it Babs or Betts?"
This shocked the young woman and the color drained from her cheeks and she quickly took a seat on the nearby sofa, motioning with the wave of her hand toward a chair suggesting that he take a seat.
"My name is Curtis Murdock, and you're either Babs or Betts."
"Yes. I'm Babs, Barbara Ann. How do you know those names?"
"I was ten years old when we were split up. I remember you. Although you are ... a little more grown up now."
Her smile was easy and gentle, her eyes sparkling.
"Yes, that was a long time ago."
"Babs, I want to say I understand that you and Betts must be skeptical of anyone claiming to be your brother. There is a large estate hanging in the balance. Please believe me that I want no part of the old man's money. He left us alone and allowed our family to be separated when he was only a hundred miles away, just over two hours by train. I don't want his soul released from responsibility just because his guilt led him to leave it to us. I'll gladly sign away any share to which I am entitled."
There was a questioning look on the girl's face.
"Then why have you have come here today?"
"I want to attempt to recapture whatever is left of my family. I want to get to know the two of you again. I want to not be alone in the world without kith or kin."
"Well, it is the lawyer we must consult. Mister Thomas Hillman is in charge of the estate. Perhaps I could place a call to him and he would come to the house to meet with you."
"I would be in your debt if that might be arranged."
She made motion to rise but remained seated, apparently in deep thought, then she addressed Seth again.
"Do you remember Mother?"
"Oh yes. I was seven when you girls came to live with us. It was shortly after that when father left for the gold fields of Alaska to seek his fortune. He did send money on occasion, though not enough. Mother went to work at the library in New Kent. She was a beautiful woman. Much like yourself."
"When did she get sick?"
"I think it was not too long after you girls came. For a while it was nothing more than a cough, but it steadily grew worse. She died of consumption you know."
"Yes. We were told that at the home. And father, did you know him?"
"Yes, I remember him as well. He was older than mother, not an unkind man, just one who was not interested in his family. I have old photos of them both and the three of us."
He reached into the inside breast pocket of his suit jacket and retrieved a leather wallet about four inches wide and eight long. Inside the wallet he found three pictures that were sepia prints from old tintypes or ferrotypes. One showed a man with a broad mustache and a stern expression on his face. He passed it on to his sister. The next was of a young woman who could very easily pass for an older sister to the woman across from him. She stared at this one a longer time before handing them back. The last of the three he passed to her was of a small boy in a white sailor suit with dark blue trim and shorts. He was standing next to a large armchair where two babies who were dressed in white lace gowns were seated.
"That, dear sister, is of the three of us."
He realized as the tears filled her eyes that if the young woman had held any doubts, that they were all erased now. She had accepted him as her long lost brother.
"I must get Betts. Please wait here."
She rose quickly and without returning the last photo. She hastily strode across the room leaving the pocket doors open as she went up the broad stairs. As he waited, Seth stood and moved around the room looking at the artifacts and examining the portrait that hung over the corner fireplace in the rear of the room. He knew it was of Henry Murdock Madison. It was the same portrait he had seen in the newspapers when he had searched in the archives. The tintype he had of a man was done to match as closely as possible this portrait and it did indeed appear to be of the same man.
It was nearly ten minutes before Babs returned, coming into the room this time with a near duplicate of herself in tow. The other young woman was only slightly smaller than her sister and her hair was slightly darker and without the reddish hue. He offered his best smile and moved to meet them. He took the offered hand of the second woman between his two, patting the back of her delicate hand.
"Dear Betts. If I had seen the two of you together at first, I would certainly have known which was whom. Babs, you were always a little taller than Betts."
This comment brought color to the cheeks of the newest arrival but a similar sparkle of excitement in the deep blue eyes as the one he had seen earlier from Babs.
"Babs tells me you are our long lost brother."
"That is true. I didn't want to be long lost. I attempted to visit you in the Episcopal Orphanage. They would not allow me to see either of you. They said it would upset you for no good reason. I told them the good reason was that I was your brother. They responded that unless I had the means to provide a home for you, then nothing would change and that was the upset they meant. That was thirteen years ago. I didn't want to make too much noise since I had simply run away from the state boy's home after my high school graduation ceremony. You see, I was only sixteen at the time and still not old enough to be emancipated."
"Where have you been all these years? The attorney attempted to find you. He does confirm what you said about running away at sixteen. They listed you as a runaway, whereabouts unknown."
"I used phony names for the next two years so if they were trying to find me, I would be safe. The real problem was that I became a sailor and I used a phony name on my sea papers and that is a crime itself. So I've kept that name to this day."
"Well sister, I think we must call Mister Hillman. We must see what he will advise."
"As I told Babs earlier, I do not want anything the old man had. I will relinquish any claim I might have to a portion of the estate."
He knew he could not sign away any inheritance since the court would only do whatever the properly submitted will instructed. Still he could use his supposed ignorance as a support for his claim.
* * * *
Promptly at three in the afternoon, Thomas Hillman, Esquire arrived. The sweet young maid escorted him into the parlor. Curtis and his 'sisters' were already there having enjoyed each other's company for a late lunch and adjourning to the parlor for tea and coffee.
He watched the young maid enter and direct the lawyer, taking his derby hat as he selected a seat in an armchair. Seth's line of sight was once again drawn to the slim ankles encased in the black silk as the maid quickly retreated from the meeting. He couldn't help wondering that a maid was wearing such fine hosiery. He would have expected her to be wearing cotton stockings and lace-up shoes rather than the two-inch heeled pumps and silk. He would have to politely raise that question later.
"Good afternoon ladies."
They both nodded toward the portly man whom Seth guessed was nearing fifty years.
"Mister Hillman, we'd like you to meet our brother Curtis."
The lawyer stood briefly and shook hands with the younger man.
"Mister Hillman, before we get embroiled in some long conversation about whether or not I can prove I am who I say I am, let me tell you I cannot prove that I am Curtis Murdock, but that shouldn't pose a problem with settling the estate for the ladies. It is as I told my sisters earlier, I have absolutely no desire to have anything whatsoever from this man who deserted us over twenty years ago. Even more now than before I made the trip here, I feel strongly about this. To know this mean old miser was only a hundred miles away and allowed my sisters and myself to be separated and for our family to be torn apart. For him to have allowed that experience and love of family relationships to be stripped from his own flesh and blood children was an unforgivable act, and one which I will not allow any amount of money to soothe his soul in the hereafter. I would request you create some document, which will allow me to refuse any of this inheritance and allow the girls to share it equally. I will sign it this very afternoon if it can be prepared so quickly."
"Well Mister ... Murdock, if that is the feeling you have, why did you put yourself out to make the journey here?"
"I have only one wish, Mister Hillman, to recapture as much of my lost family as I can. I want to stop living in a world where I have absolutely no one whom I can call kith and kin. In short, I want my sisters."
"Well, ladies, I will prepare such a document if that is what you desire. I must say the will only requires you accept this man as your brother for his identity to be confirmed, but I must warn you that the court will probably not accept any codicil altering the intent of the benefactor. Which means, the estate will be divided into three equal shares and he will receive one."
After the lawyer finished his business, the three siblings were talking once again in the parlor.
"My dear sisters, even though I have the desire only to stay here with you and talk forever, I must be on my way into town. As Mister Hillman said, it will be the first of next week before he will have all the final papers prepared and the court may take up to ninety days after that before all this is finalized. I must find accommodations."
Babs looked quickly at her sister and even though they didn't speak, it was obvious something had passed between them. Betts responded with a subtle dip of her head.
"Please stay here with us. There are eight bedrooms on the second floor and another four on the third. It is the least we can do. It will give us more time to get to know each other again, brother."
He considered her offer, but any consideration was unnecessary. His own plan had been to somehow get to stay as a guest in the mansion.
"Very well ... if it is truly suitable to you both."
They both spoke at once, showing eagerness.
"Oh yes, we do insist."
"You could have the large room at the top of the stairs. It's windows look over the front yard and the park across the way."
"Very well. I'll stay. But I insist that you tell me if there is a time I should leave."