He is a hero after all

The swarthy man pushes forward into Nathalie's ass from his hips, driving her harder against the table. Nathalie's eyes boggle in indignation and fright and Lady Chapman shouts muffled curses. Fortunately, the man's cock slips up and out of her ass crack without penetration. He grunts in annoyance and spits into his hand, rubbing his saliva into his member as additional lube.

Adam seizes his opportunity. He leaps from cover and charges forward. The swarthy man has only a moment to shout out in surprise before Adam canons into him at speed and both of them to collapse into a heap.

The swarthy man is strong. Surprisingly strong. He breaks Adam's hold easily. The two wrestle desperately on the floor, Adam more than slightly perturbed by the man's heavy erection which swings about in a most disconcerting manner. He hears Lady Chapman shouting through her gag.

Adam is young and fit, but slowly the swarthy man gains the upper hand. Eyes bulging with anger, he rolls on top of Adam, and his calloused hands close around Adam's neck. He begins to **** him.

This is it, Adam thinks. He's too strong. I'm done for.

His breath starts to come out in hoarse gasps and his vision blurs. The swarthy man's face is flint hard and determined.

Adam casts his arm out desparately for a weapon and to his astonishment finds his flailing hand curling around a hard rubber baton in a cardboard box. He grabs it and swings it with all his remaining might, clubbing the man from behind.

The first blow knocks the swarthy man off him. He follows up with a second and a third, hammering the man around the head.

*thunk*

A hugley solid connection throws the swarthy man's head back, and he crashes to the floor in a heap. Adam slowly sits up on the floor, feeling sore around the neck and getting his breath back. He can hear Lady Chapman's urgent muffled encouragement.

Adam looks down and realises the "rubber truncheon" he used to club the swarthy man was actually taken from the box of sex toys he noticed earlier. He has just knocked the man **** with a heavy ten inch black dildo! Smiling, he throws it to the floor and sets to work freeing the ladies.

Within ten minutes both of the Chapman women are free and dressed once more, Nathalie in her white dress and Lady Chapman in a sensible pencil skirt suit. The swarthy man has been handcuffed with a set of realistic metal bindings from his own sex toy box and lies on the floor, still ****.

Adam, for the first time in hours, relaxes.

"His name is Millar," Nathalie says, standing with her arms folded across her chest protectively. "He was the gardener here. I never used to like the way he looked at me, and now I know why."

"I actually let him go for being a pervert," Lady Chapman says, her tone icy. "Specifically, for groping the maids. Filthy, filthy man." She taps a cigarette out of a slim case. "I suppose we should at least be glad that he was not live-streaming this exercise through those cameras of his. We can delete the video and forget all about this unfortunate incident."

"Should we call the police?" Adam asks.

Lady Chapman lights her cigarette. She shakes her head at the same time that she shakes match out. "Thank you," she says evenly. "but that won't be necessary. I'll take care of it from here."

Adam goes to ask a further question, but Nathalie gives him a warning look and tries to lead him out of the room. Adam still pauses uncertainly. "Lady Chapman... are you sure? He's dangerous."

Lady Chapman doesn't even look at him. "I imagine you can keep a secret, young man? I imagine so, since you have been crawling around my house like a thief in the night." She gives Nathalie a meaningful look, and her daughter blushes and adverts her gaze. "But you seem to be quite capable, and I will certainly reward you for your efforts tonight. I owe you a great deal of thanks. If it wasn't for you I would still be tied to the ceiling watching my daughter get buggered. I won't forget. But on one thing we must be clear," her voice hardens as she speaks, "you will never speak of this night again to anyone, including me. You will never again ask about this man. And you will never again mention the police in my presence. Never. Are we clear?"

Adam nods, uncomfortable. "Clear," he says, and lets Nathalie pull him out of the room. He looks back one last time, to see Lady Chapman slowly stringing the **** man up to the ceiling by his wrists. He is still wearing his balaclava, and his heavy cock, still wet with lube, swings helplessly between his legs. The box of sex toys is open by Lady Chapman's feet. The giant black dildo protrudes rudely from the top of the box, and the thin wooden cane used so recently to tan Lady Chapman's own ass lies next to it. Then the map room door shuts and Nathalie drags him down the spiral staircase towards her room.

"5am, what a night!" She whispers. "I owe you do much, Adam." She flushes excitedly. "Its going to be your lucky night!"

"Not yours though," he whispers back. "I won the bet!"

"What?" Nathalie's eyes widen in astonishment. "You're joking, right? You're not really going to make me do that. Are you?"

Adam grins. "You have no idea what I went through to win that bet. No idea! You're going to get the spanking you deserve if it's the last thing I do!"

Laughing, Nathalie pushes him urgently through the door to her bedroom, where a night of fun awaits.