Let's Train Heroine - Chapter 429

Chapter 429: Heroine’s Husband with His Sister XI
The next morning it was time for them to leave. Eloise hadn’t slept much the previous night and cursed him in the morning.

After breakfast, Lucan packed their things and put them in his car. When Lucan was ready to leave he took Eloise out to the car and put her in the back seat. He locked up the cottage and got into the car.

Lucan drove down the muddy driveway from the cottage about 400-500 yards and then stopped in the wooded area, just short of the main road where they couldn’t be seen. Lucan got Eloise out of the car and bent her over the front bonnet. He took her roughly from behind. As usual, it didn’t take Eloise long to respond to this treatment and after a few minutes, she let out a stifled cry as she came.

Lucan pulled her back up and pushed her to her knees in the mud and offered her, his cock. After a little of Eloise’s oral ministrations, he was soon ready to come. Before he shot his load, he pulled it out of her mouth and fired it all over her face.

When Lucan finished, Eloise’s face was covered, there was cum in her hair and there was also some dripping down over her neck and breasts.

Lucan helped her to her feet, freed her hands from the manacles, and stood back admiring his handy-work. Eloise looked a mess and would certainly never like being seen like this. Not only was she naked, and covered in his cum but her stomach was filthy from leaning over his dirty car, and her legs and feet were covered in the mud she had been kneeling in. She was perfect for what he had in mind for her.

“OK my little slut, time for you to go back to your husband and show him your new tricks,” Lucan said, getting back into the car.

“What, you can’t leave me here,” Eloise replied

“Wait until you hear me go and then you can uncover your eyes. The cottage is only a few hundred yards away. You’ll find the key to the other set of manacles on top of your car. Good bye,” Lucan finished, getting into the car and driving off.

He stopped a few yards further on and looked back. Eloise had managed to remove the blindfold and was rubbing her eyes. He sped off to return the cottage keys and then drove home.

Little did Eloise know what awaited her. Lucan had packed all her things as well as his. On top of her car were the keys to the manacles as well as the keys to her car. She had no means of entry to the cottage and no clothes.

Lucan guessed it would take Eloise about 10 minutes to walk back to the cottage in the chains, about another 10 minutes to unlock herself, realize the extent of her predicament and then start driving home. So he figured he had about a 20-minute head-start.

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Lucan drove home quickly, stopping only briefly to return the keys and buy some roses for Eloise.

When he arrived home he took the space on the drive nearest the door, so that Eloise would have to park a little further away and walk around his car, in full view of anyone who happened to be in the street, well, no one could see her as Lucan made sure that she appeared as clothed to anyone, even though she wasn’t.

Once in the house, Lucan unpacked all things and then set up the video camera on the window-sill overlooking the front door and driveway and hit record.

He put the roses in a vase at the foot of the stairs with an, “I Love You” card. Inside the card he had written, “I hope the weekend was everything you wanted it to be and that you can forgive me if I went too far. Come upstairs, I have a nice warm bath waiting for you. I love you….” He then went up to run a bath and wait.

Lucan looked out of the bedroom window and saw Eloise pulling into the driveway about 5 minutes later. She sat in the car for a couple of minutes, clearly waiting for people to disappear, and then made a quick dash into the house.

There was a period of quiet and then a rustling sound as Eloise was opening the card. Then Eloise came upstairs and into the bathroom.

“Hello dear,” Lucan greeted her.

“HELLO,” Eloise said, then punching me in the stomach softly.

He ushered her into the bath and then handed her a glass of wine.

“I can’t believe you left me like that,” she said

“Sorry love, I couldn’t resist it,” he said, trying not to laugh.

“I had to drive all the way home like this. Do you have any idea of the looks I got,” Eloise said.

Lucan couldn’t help laughing. He was not going to tell her that he had a spell on her. Others only looked at her because she was beautiful, not naked.

“Bastard,” She added.

He left Eloise in the bathroom and went downstairs.

Eloise was in the bathroom, closing the door behind her with a soft click. The air was warm and humid, the steam curling gently from the bathtub she had just filled. She glanced at her reflection in the mirror above the sink. Her hair hung in messy strands around her face, the tangles so tight they resisted her fingers when she tried to comb through them. She wrinkled her nose at the faint, unpleasant cum odor emanating from it.

With a sigh, she climbed into the tub, the warm water wrapping around her like a comforting blanket. She let out a soft moan as the tension in her body began to melt away. Grabbing the bottle of shampoo from the ledge, she squeezed a generous amount into her palm, the fragrant lather quickly covering her hands.

“Finally,” she muttered to herself, her fingers working through her hair. The water rippled as she leaned back, massaging her scalp, closing her eyes, and breathing in the clean, floral scent. The grime and residue that had built up from days of neglect gradually dissolved under her fingertips, and as the suds streamed down, she tilted her head back to rinse it all away.

She reached for the loofah next, pouring body wash onto its rough surface. Starting with her arms, she scrubbed in small, deliberate circles, watching the faint gray streaks of dirt swirl into the water. She moved methodically, shoulders to elbows, hips to thighs, taking her time with each section. The warm water and soap cleansed more than her body; they seemed to strip away the weariness clinging to her like a second skin.

As her hands glided over her legs, she paused briefly, inspecting the delicate hairs above her knees. “Hmm,” she muttered under her breath, brushing her thumb over the smooth skin. Finally satisfied with her work, she leaned back, her head resting against the porcelain edge of the tub, and exhaled deeply.

“That’s better,” she murmured, running her fingers through her now-clean hair. Her skin felt refreshed, her muscles relaxed, and the earlier weight pressing on her chest had lightened.

After draining the tub and wrapping herself in a towel, Eloise padded into her bedroom. Her closet stood open, revealing neatly folded clothes stacked in rows. She pulled out a pair of soft gray sweatpants and a loose pink top. Tossing the towel aside, she slipped into her outfit, forgoing both a bra and panties.

As she glanced down at herself, she smirked, giving a little spin. “Good enough,” she muttered, her bare feet brushing against the cool wooden floor as she turned toward the door.

The warmth from her bath lingered on her skin as she walked to Lucan.