Message-ID: <16640eli$9810162201@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Theodore@Spoonbender.demon.co.uk (Spoonbender) Subject: (ASS) New Spoonbender - Rhona 3 (nc, blackmail, humil, femdom) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: Theodore@Spoonbender.demon.co.uk MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <36297c12.81579217@news.demon.co.uk> Rhona part 3 (nc, blackmail, humil, femdom) ******************************************** This novella is not for minors or anyone else who doesn't like to read about panties, spanking, humiliation, nc sex, gang-rape, blackmail, voyeurism, forced masturbation and other un-pc stuff. This is copyright, (c) 1998 by me, Spoonbender. It can be distributed freely as long as no charge is made for it and it isn't changed in any way (including this header and the footnote). If it is archived it is on the basis that I have unrestricted access to the archive and I'm told about it (and the url). This is all pure fantasy, the figment of a peculiar mind so any resemblance to anyone either alive or dead is purely coincidental. It's probably a bit nastier than anything I've written before, though nowhere near as nasty as I've seen on the newsgroups. Judge for yourself. Don't flame me if you don't like my style, I'm still learning the craft. Email me if you have constructive criticism, or if you like it and want more, my address is theodore@spoonbender.demon.co.uk. This is the penultimate part of the story. I suggest you read the previous parts first or it probably won't make sense. Thanks for all the feedback and suggestions on this one. Especially you, Stroker Ace. Many thanks to Dainie for the editing. ***************************************************** Life is full of surprises, you know. I thought that by having my own troupe of reluctant sex slaves, I was immune to any little shocks that might happen to 'normal' people. But, then again, I've always been lucky in life. This particular little surprise came when I was sitting in class one day. It was a warm spring day and we had the windows open. Mr Hooper, the history teacher, was droning on about the War of the Roses or something like that, and I was as bored as a tree. I was sitting next to Ellen Ledbury. I really liked her and I had tried, unsuccessfully to chat her up a few weeks back. I should imagine that this sounds odd to you, that I wasn't having any success with girls using normal methods. Looking back I don't even know why I bothered, it was hardly that I was short of sexual encounters. It just seemed natural somehow. Ellen was nearly two years older than me, which probably accounted for her not wanting to go out with a schoolkid. I was, by now, 14 and she had just had her sixteenth birthday. She had only recently joined the school. Her father had built his own boat and the family had taken off on a round the world cruise. Two years on and the boat foundered on the Great Barrier Reef and she found herself back here. It was decided to put her in a lower class hoping she'd catch up with her schooling. It would have taken a genius to claw back two lost years of schooling in less than one and, sadly, Ellen was no genius. So she ended up languishing with us. She was a pretty girl with blond, fluffy, hair and a gorgeous figure. She had really nice, tanned legs which were showed off a treat by her tight blue skirt and white socks. I must admit though, that the reason that I sat next to her in Hooper's class was not because of her looks but because she was good at history and I wanted her to help me. On this particular day I was lounging back, desperate for the lesson to end so I could have a kick about with the lads. I leaned back too far and the chair threatened to tip me backwards. Instinctively I grabbed for her chair but succeeded in grabbing her jacket instead. As I hauled myself forward I was amazed to see the unmistakable sight of a dildo controller tucked into the waistband of her skirt. She quickly covered it with her jacket, blushing furiously. But she knew the damage was done. "What's that?" I whispered. "None of your business," she hissed. "What are you two talking about? Yes! I mean you, Barrie and Ellen. What's so important that you feel it must take precedence over my lesson? Hmm? Hmm?" Intoned the boring old fart. "Nothing," we chorused. "Well pay attention. One more peep out of either of you and it's detention for you both. Do you understand?" "Yes sir." The rest of the lesson was spent with my mind working furiously over the implications of what I'd just found out. This was getting better and better. ************************************************************************* Rhona was getting testier by the day. Gone was the girl with the sunny disposition and the ready smile and in her place was a harridan who snapped at anyone who came within range. It may have been the fact that she was rebelling against the life I had introduced her to, but my opinion was that she was missing her sex. I had taken away her 'stimulator' and had locked her into a chastity belt. Furthermore it was a chastity belt that afforded her no opportunity of relieving her sexual frustrations. After all her previous overabundance of sexual stimuli she was probably as horny as a toad now I had cut all sexual contact off for her. Her whole life now, I surmised, revolved round her unfulfilled sexual cravings. How did I know? Easy, really. All I had to do was to hint at the possibility of screwing her and she was suddenly purring like a kitten. It was a time of marvellous revelation to me. I had learned, at a very early age, that I could turn a woman's body against herself, to my benefit. I treated it a bit like a biological experiment. Looking back, there was probably a doctoral thesis in there somewhere. At the time I just thought it was cool. The best part was that I could, by turning on and off the sex tap, make her do whatever I wanted. It was all very heady stuff and I wallowed in it. So getting her to take part in my little experiment with Ellen was a breeze. "Is Ellen Ledbury your latest recruit?" I asked casually as we lay on my bed, her head resting on my chest as she fiddled absent-mindedly with my prick, as if hoping to coax it back into life again. "No. She's been around for a couple of weeks now," she turned her head to stare at me. I could see the tinge of fear in her eyes as she blurted. "I didn't tell you about her." "True," I confirmed. "I just found out." The relief was evident in her voice. "How?" "It doesn't matter, Rho. I just did, that's all. Now I want to have a bit of fun with her. So I want you to do exactly what I say. Got that?" She nodded. I lay back, my hands behind my head as I stared at the ceiling and fantasized over the fun I was going to have. The combination of my impassioned thoughts and the heat of Rhona's hand began to work their magic on my flaccid member and I soon rose to full erectness. Rhona waited with bated breath for my command. Was I going to fuck her or would she 'merely' have to blow me off? I pulled her head up and murmured, "Get on." With an alacrity that surprised me she leapt off the bed and squatted over my erection. Her groan of ecstasy told the whole story as she lowered herself onto me. I thought she deserved a bit of recompense for the hard work she was doing. 'It was the least I could do,' I thought as she started to hump me furiously. *********************************************************************** Ellen had a wild, hunted look in her eyes as she pleaded with me. "Leave me alone, please, Barrie. Stop following me, will you?" "I don't know if I should. You don't look very well," I replied in my very best concerned social worker voice. "I'm fine. Really I am." "So where are you going?" I persisted. "For a walk, that's all," she mumbled. "Fine. I'll go with you then." "Look, there's no need. I just want to be alone for a while." I shook my head. "Maybe I should get one of the girls to go with you if you won't let me help you." "No, it's okay. I'm fine, I just need to go for a walk, that's all." We were on the edge of the playing fields and every now and then she gazed wistfully across at the woods where she was to go and perform the little task that would keep her mistress happy. It's just that I was stopping her and the break time was sliding away rapidly. She took a deep breath. "Look," she said. "If you don't leave me alone I'll tell one of the teachers that you are harassing me." I struggled to keep the anger off my face, and out of my voice, as I replied. "That's not very nice, Ellen. I was only concerned, that's all." I could see the indecision on her face. Deep down she was a nice girl and she didn't want to hurt me, especially as I appeared to be concerned about her welfare. But, on the other hand, she had a job to do and time was slipping away. The bell summoning us back to class caused her to groan audibly. I worked hard to stifle my grin as she trudged back to her classes, her mission unfulfilled. Lunch time came and she tried a new tack. Now she scooted off to the ladies' toilet, but I was ready for that one. I had spread the word that she was unhappy and might be attempting to try something silly. I mean attempted suicide amongst teenage girls is not uncommon now is it? So a procession of concerned girls traipsed through the toilets eventually flushing her out into the open. If you excuse the pun. Into the arms of Miss Cross. Briefed by me and unhappy in her enforced role Miss Cross took Ellen aside and expressed her concern about her falling grades. She then ventured that they should discuss them in one of the empty classrooms. Her arm draped over Ellen's dazed shoulders, they secreted themselves away for the duration of the lunchtime period. I was again at her side during the short afternoon break, so again she couldn't get away. My plan was working perfectly. I watched her slinking away after school. I knew exactly where she was going and I hurried to be there first. I arrived at the factory breathless with excitement to find Rhona working on some papers at her desk. "Is everything ready?" I puffed. Rhona nodded. I proceeded to lock myself into a back room with my Big Mac meal and switched on the remote cameras. They cleared and stabilised as Ellen entered the factory. Rhona stood up as she entered. "You finished?" she asked brusquely. Fingers twisting at the level of her crotch and with one foot hooked around her other leg, Ellen mumbled a reply. "What did you say?" persisted Rhona. Blushing furiously Ellen stared at the floor and said. "No, I'm sorry. I didn't have time." Rhona covered the ground between them in two long strides and slapped the girl's face. "What do you mean, you didn't have time? You had all day and you knew how urgent this order is." Fighting back the tears Ellen just kept saying, "I'm sorry." "Hmph!" snorted Rhona. "I'll teach you to disobey me." "You're not going to tell anyone about.....that?" blurted Ellen in panic. "It depends on you. Are you prepared to do as I say?" Ellen nodded furiously. "Right," said Rhona. "There is a storeroom over there. You will go in there and do what you have to do and you'd better not come out until that light is so bright it is blinding. Do you understand me?" A quick nod. "And don't take all night about it. I've got better things to do than to chase around after you. Okay?" A tearful "Yes." "Good! Get on with it then," said Rhona dismissively as she sat down at her desk and started up on her paperwork again. After a brief hesitation the miserable girl slunk into the storeroom. It was small and bare and contained only a single, hard-backed wooden chair. She perched herself on the edge of the chair and looked around the room. At one point she looked straight at my concealed camera, but obviously didn't see it as the harsh light was in her eyes. She wiped her eyes on the cuff of her blouse and opened her legs slightly before taking out the control from the waistband of her skirt. She took a deep breath and snicked the control on. After a few minutes, that seemed like hours to me, her eyes closed and her breathing started to speed up. Soft moans were escaping from her as her hand delved inside her blouse to imprison one of her breasts while the other fiddled with the dildo control. Her legs parted further and her moans became groans of passion as her body started to heat up. Just then Rhona came in. "How's she doing?" she ventured. "Good," I said, as I waved at the screen. Rhona plumped down next to me and watched the girl for a few moments. I could tell she wanted to say something and was steeling herself to break into my reverie. Finally she cracked. "Barrie?" "What?" I snapped. "Er...nothing." "Come on, Rho, what is it?" I persisted in an exasperated tone. "I was...er...wondering if you....er...we could...you know...," she tailed off lamely. "What?" She took a deep breath before replying. "Could we, er, do it?" "Rho, you're talking in fucking riddles. What the fuck do you want?" "Will you fuck me, please, Barrie?" she pleaded. "I might," I shrugged. "Then again, I might not. It depends on how you behave." Rhona pouted prettily and turned back to the screen. By now Ellen's moaning and squirming was increasing in intensity as she raced towards her orgasm. Suddenly her back stiffened, her head went back and her hands dived between her legs, which were then squeezed tightly together. "Ah. Ah. Aaaaaah!" she cried as her feet stamped the floor. The tableau froze for long seconds with her flawless body taut in orgasm. Her breathing seemed to stop as the climax hit her full on. I was amazed how long she soared before her body unwound like a broken clock spring and she slumped back onto the hard seat of the chair. After a few seconds her eyes opened and she looked down at the control. The light stayed resolutely unlit and she whimpered in frustration before again snicking up through its settings. It took nearly an hour before the light came on. I hustled Rhona out so she was there to meet the exhausted girl. Ellen's whole body, at least those bits that I could see, was covered in a fine sheen of sweat and her breathing was ragged and hoarse. Her eyes were diamond bright and glinting, either with lust or unshed tears - it was hard to tell which exactly. Her face was pinkly flushed as she struggled out of the chair and made her way, unsteadily, towards the door. Rhona swivelled in her chair when she came out. "You finished?" Ellen sucked in a deep breath and nodded. "Show me," said Rhona as she held out her hand. Ellen walked unsteadily towards her and proffered the control with its brightly lit lamp once she got close enough. "Good," said Rhona curtly. She pulled Ellen towards her and spun her around. She then reached under her skirt and unlocked the chastity belt which she withdrew and dropped on the desk. She then patted Ellen on her butt and said. "You know what to do." Ellen walked over and stood on a cross that was discretely marked on the floor. She reached around her back and twisted her skirt around until the clasp was within easy reach. She then unzipped it and it dropped to the ground. She stepped one foot out of it and hooked the toes of the other foot under it and used her leg to raise it up so she could grab it. She then dropped it onto an adjacent desk. She then peeled off the rubber panties followed, to my surprise, by about a dozen pairs of thin panties which she placed carefully onto the table. Once all the panties were gone she slid the dildo from inside herself, wincing slightly as it slid out. She then put a single pair of panties back on. Finally she stood, her top half clad in school uniform complete with tie but with only a single pair of panties protecting her modesty below her waist. She stood, cheeks bright in mortification as Rhona set up her Polaroid camera. "Okay, get on with it," said Rhona once the camera was set up. It seemed that Rhona had refined the concept I had originally thought of until it was both slick and erotic. Ellen had to pretend to masturbate herself through the panties as Rhona captured it on camera. All the time Rhona was calling out for her to change her posture, smile, close her eyes, clutch her breast, that sort of thing. Finally, after about five shots, Rhona made her peel them off and stand with them pulled down her thighs slightly so her pussy was in view. Rhona's shot caught both panties and sopping wet cunt in close up. Rhona handed over the six photographs which Ellen dropped into a bag with the panties and a pre-printed letter, which Ellen signed. The show was then repeated with each pair of panties. Eventually it was all over and the thoroughly humiliated girl stood, head bowed, her chest heaving with quiet sobs, while Rhona stashed the packages into a lidded storage bin. She then picked up a leather belt that was laid across her desk. She folded it in two and slapped it lightly across the palm of her hand before snapping: "Bend over that table. I'm going to show you how I punish girls who disobey me." Ellen looked at the belt in horror and fresh tears welled up in her eyes. "Oh no, please don't hit me," she wailed. Rhona's voice took on a harsher tone. "Get bent over or I'll double the number. Do you want that?" "Oh please," whimpered the girl as she lay herself gingerly across the surface of the desk, presenting her beautifully formed and gloriously naked rump to a scowling Rhona. "Open your legs and grab the table," snarled Rhona, the new, harsh Rhona who I hardly recognised. "Now you just stay there until I've finished. If you move I'm going to thrash you until you won't be able to sit for a week. Understand?" The girl sobbed an unrecognisable reply. Rhona snapped the belt across her bottom with a meaty crack. "I said, do you understand?" "Yes... ow... ow.. oow.. please, I'll do what you want. You don't have to beat me." The crack of the belt across the epicentre of her downy cheeks cut off her reply. "I didn't say you could talk so shut up," said Rhona. The thrashing itself was one of the most erotic scenes I had ever witnessed. Rhona had dressed herself in a rather severe outfit and her long hair was tied tightly into a bun, giving her a prim school ma'amish look, which I then realised was her intention. This was cinematic history. My little peach was recording this for posterity. She never ceased to amaze me, killing two birds with one stone like this. The crack of the belt, the screams and frantic wrigglings of the girl, the relentless march of the quickly purpling stripes across her naked backside and the cold, calculating frown of displeasure on Rhona's face all added up to a spanking man's dream. I wasn't that fussed about corporal punishment before that day, considering it to be a means to an end, not an end in itself. Now I could see it was eroticism of the highest order especially with another girl wielding the strap. Finally it was over and we were all panting. For different reasons. Rhona told the openly howling girl to get up and she uncurled herself from the table and clutched her burning asscheeks. "Go and shower," said Rhona. "You know where it is. You'd better empty yourself too while you're at it." The girl was gone for nearly half an hour and eventually padded back into the room, damply naked. Rhona walked over to her desk and extracted another dozen pairs of panties and a fresh set of batteries which she dropped onto the table next to the girl. "Put these on." "Oh no!" whined the girl. "Do you want me to repeat the exercise?" enquired Rhona. The girl feverishly shook her head and proceeded to push the dildo inside herself, choking sobs shaking her whole body as it slid home. Holding it with one hand she loaded herself with the knickers. Finally she stood, eyes staring ahead stoically as Rhona locked the belt in place over the rubber panties. "Right," said Rhona. "Meet me here at 8:30 tomorrow morning and that light had better be on. Do you get my meaning?" The girl nodded. "Good. Get dressed and go then. Just don't forget, that's all." Ellen hurriedly dressed and scooted out into the gathering gloom. I gave her five minutes before I left the room and walked up to Rhona as she was putting her equipment away. "Nice one, Rho." "You mean I did okay?" Hopefully. "You sure did," I smiled, as I unsnicked her chastity belt and, on cue, she started moaning in lust. ***************************************************************************** I changed my plan slightly the next day. I let Ellen slip away into the woods and then quietly followed her. I found her perched on a log, her face a mask of concentration as the vibrator ground away inside her. I hid behind a bush until I judged that she was reaching out for her climax, I then stepped into the clearing and said, in a loud voice, "Oh my God, Ellen, are you okay?" Her eyelids fluttered open in panic as my presence registered on her overloaded brain. She reached for the control but I was there first. I grabbed it and pulled it out to the fullest extent of its wire. "What's this?" I enquired. "Oh please don't, Barrie. Let me have it back, pleeeease," she moaned as she slid inexorably down into the whirlwind of her climax. She made one desperate effort to grab it from my hand, but I snicked the control up to the maximum. "Noooooo," she howled as the orgasm burst upon her. Did you ever have one of those battery powered cars when you were a kid? You know the ones with the wire and control set that enabled you to manipulate the steering and speed? You did? Good. Then you'll know exactly how I felt standing there with the control in my hand. The control which gave me absolute jurisdiction over this beautiful schoolgirl. You cannot, for one minute, imagine the unprecedented power that surged through me at that moment as she continued to writhe in lust. Judging it nicely so she was at the very peak I switched the unit off leaving her poised on the abyss but unable to proceed. She humped her hips hopelessly and pushed her hands deep between her legs but it was no good, I'd denied her her release. I waited until she regained some semblance of composure before speaking. "What's this about, Ellen?" I enquired. She mumbled something. I turned the control up full for a second then off again and was rewarded with a series of gasping whimpers. "Wow, Ellen. What is this, some sort of electric shock or what?" I thought I could hear the cogs whirring frantically in her brain as she tried to think up some excuse, or reasoning to explain her predicament. "Come on, Ellen, tell me," I said as I fiddled with the control some more. "Please stop, Barrie. Please give it back and I'll tell you." "You sure?" I queried trying to put as much uncertainty into my voice as I could. She nodded. I pretended to be unconvinced. "Naw, you tell me first. Then I'll give it back. Hey, it's not something sexual is it?" She blushed furiously but said nothing. "It is, isn't it!" I said triumphantly. She bit her lip and stared at the floor, face a mask of bright pink. "Come on, Ellen," I snicked up the control and she moaned. "Please stop, Barrie." "Cool! You wait 'til I tell the guys about this." "Oh no. Please, Barrie, don't tell anyone." "Why not? This is great, this is." "Please, I'll give you anything, anything you want." Ah! Music to my ears. She would anyway, all I had to do was to get Rhona to order her, but this way was more fun. "Anything?" I croaked. She nodded. There she sat, pretty as a picture, hands clasped around her knees and staring at the ground while I held her control in my hand. It was all very heady stuff. "I wanna fuck you," I announced at length. "I can't," she countered. "You said anything I wanted and I want a fuck." "It's, er, my time of the month," blushing furiously. Neatly played, I thought to myself. "So what are you offering if I can't fuck you?" "I could give you money." "What the fuck do I want money for? I've got plenty." Which was true, some of which came from her little endeavours. Boy, this was fun. "So what else do you want?" "I wanna get my rocks off, Ellen, and it had better be soon or I'll go public with this," I waved the control in front of her face to emphasise the point. She stared at me, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. "I can't. I told you, it's my time of the month." "Suck me, then." She recoiled at that. Obviously that wasn't yet part of her sexual lexicon. "Either you suck me or......" I let the sentence hang heavy on the air. "Can't I.... er.... use my hand or something?" Now it was my turn to shake my head. "Suck me or face the consequences," I stated simply. I could see by the look on her face that her mind was whirring furiously. Finally her shoulders slumped in defeat. She looked up at me and said. "If I do you won't tell anyone about this?" I shook my head. "Nope. I can keep a secret. ...Does that mean you are going to do it?" She looked at me for a long moment, then closed her eyes and I saw a shudder pass through her body. "Yes or no?" A faint nod. "I'll do it. But please don't tell anyone else." "Seems a fair exchange." I pushed my crotch towards her face. She stared at it for long seconds, but did nothing. "Get on with it, Ellen, or I'll get mad." Her hand snaked up towards my zip while her other hand held the waistband of my trousers. After the barest hesitation she started to slide the zip down exposing my bulging shorts. I, in turn, slowly started to turn up the dildo control. Her hand delved inside my shorts and appeared with my semi-erect penis held between the tip of her finger and her thumb. She stared at it like it was some sort of alien life form until I urged her on by turning up the control by another notch. She closed her eyes and I saw another shudder pass through her as she opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out. I nearly shot my bolt there and then as the tip of her tongue brushed the slit of my prick. I'd had blow jobs before, from some pretty skilled aficionados like Fiona and Suzie Cross but nothing could compare with the thought of one of my classmates being down on her knees about to reluctantly suck me off. "Get on with it," I croaked as I slid the control up yet one more notch. Now she, too, was breathing heavily and she nodded her head forward and I felt my prick slide into the warm, wet cavity of her mouth. Her mouth was still held wide open as if to minimise the contact between it and my stiffy. "Suck me," I said simply. Moaning slightly she closed her mouth around me and nearly jumped out of my skin as I felt her apply suction to the end of my dick. It might have been her first time but she sure could suck. I swear that girl could have emptied a swimming pool in a few minutes flat. It was nice but hardly dynamic, so I turned her control up to the max. Now she squirmed around on the floor but continued sucking. "Move your head," I advised and, after the briefest of pauses her head started to nod. As blow jobs went it wasn't the best I'd ever had. But what it lacked in style and technique it surely made up for it in sheer, naked enjoyment. I made her open her eyes and look up at me as she tried her hardest to draw the seed from my shaft. We came together as it happens. I loved the look of wild panic in her eyes as I first started to shoot my spunk into her brains. I held onto her head as I continued to fire. Then, suddenly, she grasped my hips and pushed her head forward as her own orgasm hit her like a runaway truck. For a fleeting moment I panicked as I thought she was going to chew her way clean through my prick, such was the intensity of her much delayed climax. Finally it was over and I stepped back and tucked my flaccid prick into my trousers. "Nice one, Ellen," I said as I tossed the control back to her. "You won't [gasp] tell anyone about.....er...this, will you?" "I made you a promise didn't I?" She looked relieved and rather sweet with my spunk dribbling down her chin. "On one condition," I continued. I saw the panic flash across her face. "Condition?" she blurted. "Yeah. We do this again tomorrow." "Oh no, please." She knelt and held her hands together in front of herself, like she was praying to me, which I suppose in way she was. "If you don't then it'll be all over the school by tonight." "But you promised," she wailed. "Okay. I'm a reasonable guy. If you don't have that thing on you tomorrow I'll forget it. If you have then we'll meet here again at lunchtime. That sound fair?" She looked hard at me for a second then she whimpered an affirmative. "Great. See you tomorrow then, Ellen," I said, then made my way out of the wood. Whistling. **************************************************************** You know, it's a strange thing, all this female rivalry stuff. I mean, women don't really trust each other, do they? Most women spend their time plotting to either steal a mate or hang on to the one they've got. Okay, nature has equipped them with all the tools and tricks they need to keep on top of the game, which in most cases works pretty well. Every now and then, however, someone comes along to upset the delicate little balance that keeps the status quo. In my case of course it was me. I'm quite proud of the fact now, actually I was then come to think of it, but in a different way. The difference was that I was undisputedly in charge which meant that the gameplay wasn't played to the 'normal' rules. In a standard relationship the female can play mind games with the guy to keep him on the straight and narrow. The tricks are varied and infinite, ranging from "I'm leaving you" to "Not tonight, I've got a headache". In other words whatever it takes. Students of psychology can probably put it down to the fact that a female can't spread her genes like a male can so she tends to be a trifle more choosy about exactly who she decides to mate with. In mine and Rhona's case it was different. Sex slaves have to be a damned sight more circumspect in order to keep their man and have to employ a whole new raft of feminine wiles. What am I blathering about? Simple really. Rhona loved me and didn't want to lose me to someone else. I know you find that odd, I sure as hell did but it was true. I was top dog and she was determined to be top cat up there with me, with our reluctant band of sex slaves trooping miserably along behind. At least that's how I read the situation. She ruled my little troupe with a rod of iron, which suited me perfectly as I didn't have to do a damned thing to either recruit them or keep them in line. The only little cloud on her horizon was caused by the joker in the pack. Namely Miss Suzie Cross. Rhona couldn't size up our relationship at all and it obviously irked her. So when I handed Suzie over into Rhona's tender care I saw the look of true fear in one pair of eyes and a maniacal glee in the other. Poor Miss Cross. Life wasn't ever going to be the same for her. ***************************************************************************** Ellen tried to avoid me the following day as much as she could. However we met during the history lesson. Before the lesson started I tapped her waist to ascertain whether she had the vibrator fitted. Of course she did, but I had to go ahead with the pretence didn't I? "I'll meet you at lunchtime then, Ellen?" I whispered. Her blush gave the answer without the need her to vocalise it. I had a little surprise for her at lunchtime. So it was a bit of a shock to her when she entered the clearing to find me. And a widely grinning Billy. "What's he doing here?" "He's my friend. Where I go, he goes. Are you ready?" "I can't do it with him here," she wailed. "Suit yourself," I shrugged. I could feel Billy's consternation. She stood for a second then turned and fled. Once she'd gone Billy said, "What was that about?" "You'll see. Let's follow her." Billy was completely mystified when the lunch break finished. We'd followed her around wherever she went, with her becoming ever more agitated as the minutes ticked away. Her tears started dribbling as the bell rang. "What the hell is this all about?" asked Billy. I tapped the side of my nose and said, enigmatically, "Wait and see." **************************************************************************** We'd been working on the new designs for a few weeks now. What am I talking about? Oh, sorry. The new designs for our little friend, Mark Two. Rhona had suggested that we could modify the original design and make it suitable for a wider audience. To be quite honest I was neither convinced, nor could I have given a damn. The regional soccer finals for the under 16s was coming up and I was in the running for a place on the school team. However, Rhona worked on me, and I grudgingly conceded to help her out with the new designs. It was all a bit messy as it consisted of making moulds and pouring gooey rubberised plastic into them, along with some gears, motors and a bit of electronics. We had a test-bed in the shape of Suzie Cross. So most evenings found her having to admit various objects into herself, which were then turned on and the results observed. I should imagine most scientists would have loved to have an experiment that could provide direct feedback on the results of their endeavours. Well they can't, and I could. So, while we had her rigged up with cameras, sound meters etc, we kept asking her a barrage of questions with Rhona carefully noting the answers. I suppose it was all pretty humiliating for my poor little teacher. Fancy being asked if it were product A or product B that gave the fastest orgasm or was the most comfortable to wear. After a while we refined the concept to the point where we had a finished article. The first one was black. Not for the reason that it was so big, like you were thinking, but because it was the colour that the perfect mixture of solution came in. I'll do my best to describe it. It had a 'conventional' head on it shaped like your average dildo and in that head there were loosely packed steel ball bearings and a rather powerful vibrator. That was where the similarity to the original design ended. This head was mounted on a large plastic spring on which it could be screwed up and down using a motor in the head itself. It did tend to turn the head as it ascended and descended but it was considered to be a price worth paying for the versatility. The spring was slightly curved so at the extent of the head's travel it rubbed and massaged her 'G' spot. The other end of the screw thread was mounted on a small plate which had holes in it. When I asked Rhona what they were for she answered that they were to "Let the juices out." I just had to laugh. There was a small appendage that sealed up the urethra to stop the wearer peeing, but that was optional on the 'commercial' version. Similarly there was a plug for the poor girl's anus, similarly optional. Finally there was a very special little device that fitted over the clitoris. It was shaped rather like a shallow cup that gently pushed back the hood of the button to allow it to poke out. The clit itself sat in this cup which was filled with a soft silicone-like gel. This in turn had a small, what I can only describe as a spatula, inside it which had its own, independent, vibration unit. We found that the stimulation it provided was irresistible and could cause a loss of sexual control in a very short space of time. Miss Cross told us that it was like being gently, but firmly licked by a small wet tongue. The battery pack had been beefed up and was now shaped to fit unobtrusively on the wearer's hip. Finally the control was separated via a 27Mhz RF link so it could be remotely controlled if desired. The effect on Suzie Cross, who, it must be admitted, was no stranger to sexual stimuli since having come into contact with me and my little ways, was simply astounding. We could bring her to full orgasm in well under three minutes from a standing start. Awesome. Furthermore, because of the action and the screw thread, it could dampen her undies very effectively. Which was quite a considerable asset in this chosen career of mine. Or should I say the unchosen career of my girls. Ellen was the first 'working' recipient of this system. After she'd received her thrashing of course. I had to wait until the next lunchbreak to see if it worked. ************************************************************************ I could see she had been crying as soon as I saw her. Her eyes were puffy and red and her cheeks were aflame. It was obvious that she knew what was going to happen. You know now I come to think about it, it was odd that she never seemed to work out how I seemed to know. It's funny that she never put two and two together. Not that I cared much, nor even thought about it come to that. I just wanted a repeat of that blow-job and I also wanted Billy to share in my good fortune. I think it was about time I made amends with him. Girls are okay, but there's nothing like real friends. As for sex-slaves? Who cares? "So what's your answer?" I asked. Her beet red face was a picture as she stared at Billy. "Who's he? You said you were never going to tell anyone else," she whined. I shrugged. "Well, I lied. So sue me. Meanwhile are you going to do it or not?" She shook her head firmly and said. "Not with him watching I won't." "Billy isn't just going to be watching," I said, nonchalantly. "You're going to doing it to him too." "What?" Aghast. "I won't do that," the tears were trickling now. She was beginning to piss me off so I darted forward and grabbed the remote control from the waistband of her skirt. And, before she could react I'd danced away with it, out of her reach. "No! Give me that back," she cried. "Why should I? What will you give me in return? Anyway you haven't told Billy what it is yet. Go on, don't be shy, you can tell Billy what it's for!" The look on her face was a picture, but she didn't say anything. She just stared at me with her funny little turned down mouth and her streaming eyes. I fiddled with the controls a little and she leapt like a scalded cat. Billy looked incredibly impressed. "How'd you do that?" he marvelled. "Ellen will tell you," I turned to her. "Won't you Ellen?" Just for emphasis I switched her embedded plunger on for a few pumps, then off again. "It's a dildo," she muttered so low I could hardly hear her. "Louder!" I commanded. "It's a dildo. I'm wearing a dildo." "There, Billy the secret is out. Now would you be prepared to keep her secret if she agreed to blow you off?" "Yeah, right, I would," his eyes gleamed. I turned to her. "There. You see, that's a perfectly reasonable arrangement, don't you think?" "How can I trust him?" Suspiciously. "You just have to, that's all." "Like I trusted you, you mean?" "I kept the secret. Only me, you and Billy know. And you told him, if you remember. Not me." I loved the look of confusion on her face. It was priceless. "Anyway, enough fucking around, Ellen. The dinner break's half over and we're horny. So get to it." She stared at the ground and stood still, her fingers knitted in front of her. So I turned on the clit vibrator. She kept standing there for a few seconds then, with an audible groan of resignation, she stepped forward. "On your knees, Ellen." I pulled Billy towards her so we were at right angles to each other with her head between us, half facing our crotches. "Time is tight now, Ellen. So just get our pricks out, wank us with your hands and then put one of us into your mouth. After a minute, change over to sucking the other one. Meanwhile you keep wanking. You got that?" She nodded. "Don't worry," I sniggered. "It won't be all bad. I'll see you get your fun." I turned on all the controls to about half power. I'd seen the effect this had on Suzie Cross and that was after weeks of abuse. I was keen to see how Ellen took it. The answer was, very well, as it happened. She jerked a bit and closed her eyes. But her delicate little hands crept forward and simultaneously pulled down both zips. Within seconds she had captured both pricks and had started pulling and teasing them. She sucked me first. She must have sensed that it was the right thing to do. All in all it was a lot of fun. By the end she was banging her head like a woodpecker and her hands were a blur. Meanwhile she got a straight 9 on her controls which sent her into low orbit. It was a hell of a laugh. We smeared sperm all over her face and in her hair. God! I didn't know you could have so much fun without laughing. We did laugh of course. As we walked away, leaving her frantically trying to dab the sperm out of her hair with a small paper towel. Her controller, meanwhile, was stashed safely in my pocket. ****************************************************************** "Stop the car, Rho," I shouted. She screeched to a halt and turned quickly to me. "What? What's wrong?" "I just saw Fiona standing on that street corner. What the hell is she doing out here?" "Phil's run out of space. So he suggested that, as she was so tame, she could go out on the street," she explained, matter of factly. "You've got no right to do that without my say-so." I was furious. "What happens if she's seen by someone she knows?" "So what?" shrugged Rhona. "Her family's pretty liberal." "I don't care how liberal they are. They'd go fucking loony if they found their daughter was a street hooker." She was looking a little shamefaced and anxious. And with good reason. She'd be finding it hard to sit down for a few days after I've finished with her. "Wait here," I snapped, as I slammed the car door and walked back to where Fiona was standing. She looked like she was freezing. It was an uncharacteristically cold night, with a very keen northerly wind howling down the streets. She stood there in just a tight spandex top and a very brief skirt. Hugging her shoulders, stamping her feet and looking hopefully at the occupants of the passing cars. She turned to me and smiled. Her smile turned to a look of consternation when she saw who it was. "Aren't you cold standing out here dressed like that?" She nodded, her teeth chattering. "So why do it then?" "Because Rhona told me too. She says it will make me keener to score a trick if I thought about that nice warm car heater." I peered closely at her chest. "Are you wearing a bra?" She shook her head. "Nor knickers," she ventured. I was amazed at her street vernacular and the matter of fact way that she had explained away her near nudity. And all this from a girl who, just a few hours ago, was a plaid clad schoolgirl. And would be again tomorrow. I had to hand it to Rho, she had a certain way with her charges. Normally I would have applauded her, but this time I was mad. Sending Fiona out here was stupidity. And she was going to pay for it. In spades. I led the fearful Fiona back to the car. She started when she saw who was driving. Her breath coming in quick pants. I saw her reluctance and said,. "It's okay, Fiona. Rhona won't be punishing you for not hitting your quota, will you Rhona?" She shook her head and the terrified girl relaxed slightly. I spoke to Phil later and he grudgingly agreed to find another venue with more beds, in addition to his current place. He also agreed to the film I suggested. With alacrity. ****************************************************************** Ellen was sitting close to the front of the class in history. She'd arrived late and had to sit in the only available chair, which was next to Nick, the class geek. She glanced back to where Billy and I were leaning back on our chairs, smirking. She blushed red and turned quickly to the front. I waited until about half way through the lesson then I started to fiddle with the control. I saw her jerk then dart a glance back at me. She mouthed 'no' and gave me a pleading look. What do they say about red rag to a bull? , right. She was awarded another notch on the control. This started her squirming on her chair. She tried to act as if nothing was happening but her colour was mounting and her legs seemed to have a will of their own. Finally she couldn't stand it any longer and she put her hand up to try and catch the eye of the teacher. He finally noticed her frantically waving arm. Just as he started to speak I snicked the control off. "Yes, Miss Ledbury?" She sat there in confusion, finally tailing off with "Er, nothing, sir." As soon as he turned to the board I again snicked up the control. I was loving this, it was much cooler than having a multi-channel, scale sized model aircraft. And there was no chance of crashing and losing the thing. Again she waved her arm frantically. "Yes, Miss Ledbury? What is it this time?" asked an exasperated Mr. Hooper. I left the control on and she could barely stammer. "Please...sir...can I ...ah...be excused?" "Are you all right?" "Yes, ah, ah, sir. I'll be, ooh, fine." Billy and I were in stitches at the back of the class, until Hooper looked over. "You are excused, Miss Ledbury," he turned to us. "And what do you find so funny? Hmm?" "Er, nothing sir." "Nothing, eh? Right, you can contemplate your humour during your detention this lunchtime if I hear one more peep out of you." I did not want a detention, I had other ideas in mind. So I said, in my most contrite voice, "Sorry, sir." "Hmmph. I should think so indeed." Silly old sod. I turned Ellen's control up to 8 as she made her way down the aisle towards me. I could see her enormous struggle to contain her lust, at least until she reached the girls' washrooms. It was a giggle. I was trying to work out how on earth I could get out there to watch her in action when there was a tap on the door and Suzie Cross came into the room. Her face flushed and her breathing uneven. "Could I please talk to Barrie a minute, Mr Hooper?" "The lesson is nearly finished, Miss Cross. Can't it wait until then?" "I ...ah..know, Mr Hooper. It is urgent." "Fine." It obviously wasn't fine. I think there may have been words spoken in the staff room that lunchtime. He turned to me. "Go with Miss Cross, if you please, Barrie." I was both surprised and rather pleased at her timely intervention. Then it struck me. The radio signal! I had turned on Miss Cross's little friend too. This was getting better and better. Once I was outside she whispered. "Is it you doing that to me?" "Doing what, Miss Cross?" I asked innocently. "Look don't come the innocent with me. I can see through it. I know you, Barrie." Brave words from someone who was effectively at my mercy. "Oh, you mean this!" I gave her four tens. She squirmed on the spot, her breathing all ragged and her eyes closed. "Please," she whispered in a faraway voice. "Okay," I said, and turned the control off. It took her a few minutes to settle down enough to speak. "Please Barrie, not in school. I beg you. I could lose my job." "I wasn't trying to do it to you. It was meant for another girl." "So who were you doing it to?" "Ellen as it happens. Not that it's any business of yours." "Poor girl," she muttered. "That makes two of you." She looked at me owlishly then I saw that special little look of resignation flitting across her face. She was vanquished and we both knew it. "Okay, I'll tell you what. You cover for me for the next hour and I won't do it again. That sound fair?" "What excuse can I give?" I don't think she was actually talking to me, merely musing aloud. As is my wont I answered anyway. "You're a teacher, you work it out." With that I ran off to try and find Ellen. As it happens she found me, in a manner of speaking, as she bumped into me as we both rounded the same corner in opposite directions. She fell heavily on her pretty little butt, flashing her rubber panties at me. "I was just looking for you. We've got to have a chat." "Please give it back to me." "No way. Unless......" I let the word hang. I saw her hesitate for a microsecond then she nodded. "You don't know what I want yet." Now she was starting to look visibly nervous. "Er, what do you want?" "You'll see. Come with me." For a split second I thought she was going to chicken out, so I gave her a little twitch. She came. I dropped by my locker and picked up my totebag then I strode out across the playing fields with her trotting dutifully behind. Deep into the woods we went until I found a small clearing that seemed secluded enough for what I had in mind. I started to unzip my bag as I spoke to her. "Take your clothes off, Ellen." "What?" "Which bit of 'take your clothes off' didn't you understand? " I asked sarcastically. "I know what you mean, but why?" Now either she was stupid or she was incredibly naïve. "Duh! Ellen, why do you think?" "So you can look at me?" I slow-hand clapped her. "Brilliant, Ellen! Did you work that out all by yourself?" She stood looking at me, hoping for a change of heart. Ha! Fat chance. I turned on the 'persuader' to give her a bit of encouragement. Still she held her ground for a second then, eyes downcast, she started to slowly unbutton her blouse. While her hips did a little shimmy. I was watching her with amused interest when a sudden thought occurred to me. "How many times have you been fucked, Ellen?" She recoiled at the word. Maybe she was naïve after all. But she didn't answer. "I asked you a question," I sais as I turned the control up through its settings. "Please don't! I'll tell you." Those soulful eyes, brimming with tears. "I've ...er...only done it once." I turned it off. "Once?" She nodded and blushed scarlet. Well, I'm damned. She was down to her bra and rubber panties and she seemed to be in terminal reluctance mode. So I pulled a small switch from a nearby willow and waved it at her. "Do you want me to whip you?" Eyes wide, she cried. "You can't do that! I'd report you." "Would you? And what, do you think, would I be forced to tell them in my defence?" She pondered on that for a while. Then she reached back and unclipped her bra. She cupped her breasts with her hands, holding the bra in place for what seemed like hours. With one small thumb movement I persuaded her to drop it. Her tits were wonderful. They were perfect domes, creamy white and surmounted by little pink nipples. I marvelled at how they stuck out at me cheekily. A long minute passed, then I cleared my throat. My voice still came out croaky and hoarse with lust. "Now the knickers, Ellen." "Do I have to?" she whined. "Yes, you fucking do. Now get on with it." I pretended to be astonished as she peeled off layer after layer of knickers until at last I saw her in all her maidenly pulchritude. "Why all the knickers, Ellen?" "Er, I have heavy periods." Nicely parried. I went closer to her and dropped down to study her pussy. It was neatly bisected by the thin silver wire with the plate covering the pussy proper. I pulled at the wire slightly but it was thrummingly tight. "What's this?" "It's to, er, keep the dildo in." "You are fucking weird, Ellen. You know that?" She started to cry. "Shut up and just stand there," I commanded as I reached back and started delving in my bag. "What are you doing? Oh no, you can't take any photographs of me." "And who's going to stop me? You?" She actually thought about it, I could see her face working. Finally she made up her mind and shook her head. "Good. Now listen......" I spent the next half hour or so photographing her in various poses, whilst playing with her 'little friend' by remote control. It was a bit humiliating I suppose but there were compensations. She did manage at least one good orgasm, possibly two. Then I got her dressed again and filmed her on my video camera while she pretended to finger herself to a cum. Meanwhile the plunger worked her rapidly. Fortunately when we'd made the thing in the first place Rhona had decided to mould the outside of the plate that the held the dildo in, to look like a pair of pussy lips. So when it was safely knickered it looked like she was working herself. That's enough tech talk, all I can say is that it was an electric little home movie. I especially enjoy the part where I came in her mouth. After I'd finished I stashed the camera while she lay there, crying softly. "What's up with you?" "Nothing," she blubbed. "I said, what's up with you?" "I'm worrying about what you're going to do with that tape." "Nothing." She looked relieved, until I continued. "As long as you co-operate." "Co-operate?" She didn't look too impressed as she considered the implications. Which span out of sight. "Yeah, co-operate. Do what I say. Okay?" "When will this end?" she moaned. "I tell you what," I pretended to feel a bit sorry for her. "I'll stop hassling you and give you the tape when you come to school, not wearing that thing." I pointed down to her crotch for emphasis. She looked hard at me then nodded. "Good. See you tomorrow," I smirked then sauntered, hands in pockets, out of the wood. Whistling. ****************************************************************** "She's volunteered to work at Phil's. She said she'd do anything but carry that dildo inside her all day," murmured Rhona. "Who?" "Ellen," she mused. "That's a first. It must have been that new dildo we invented." "Probably," I said, thoughtfully. "When have you decided on her debut?" "I was thinking of Saturday. It's busy then and I'm sure the others would appreciate her help. Why?" "I'm going to be there, that's why. I gotta see this." "Oh. Okay. I'll arrange it with Phil." "Good. How many girls are there, as a matter of interest?" "Six working at Phil's and five doing panty sets." "Panty sets?" I laughed. "What the hell are panty sets?" "That's what we sell the knickers as." "Nice one, Rho," I chuckled. There was a moments silence then she started on in that bimbo voice. "Barrieee." "What?" "Can we do it?" she touched my semi-rigid prick for emphasis. "Oh okay," reluctantly. "But hurry up, I've got soccer practise tomorrow." Her mouth closed over my prick even before I even finished the sentence. ******************************************************************** Saturday was an interesting day, all in all. What with Ellen's debut and everything. First of all though, I had to deal with Rhona's stupidity over the street-walking Fiona affair. And for that I needed Fiona, several lengths of rope and a mock head master's study complete with a seated headmaster. Plus of course about a dozen technicians, cameramen and make-up artists. Most girls would be ecstatic if their boyfriend had told them that he had gotten them into a movie. As the star no less. But not my little Rho. In fact she looked less than enthusiastic. She also looked rather fetching standing there in her plaid, biting her bottom lip and staring nervously as the technicians trailed cables and adjusted light levels. The plot of the film was rather simple and so I didn't bother to tell Rhona about it until we actually walked onto the set. The director had decided, with my full accordance, that she could ad-lib her lines for the most part and the shock factor would be invaluable in the final movie. In fact to make the surprise complete I never even told her there was going to be a movie. She just thought she was here to sit with me while I watched Ellen's debut. So it was understandable that she had a look of trepidation on her face as the workers bustled around her busily. At last everything was ready and the cast were assembled. The director had a quick confab with the players then stepped off the stage. "Punishment in Plaid take one," the clapper-board cracked and we were off. The scene was in the headmaster's study and Rhona was accused of stealing another girl's homework and presenting it as her own. Accordingly she was to be punished, by being caned over her bare bottom. The twist was that the girl whose work was stolen, played by Fiona, was to administer the punishment. Curiously it was more difficult to get the caner to accept the role than the canee. Fiona kept burbling on about how Rhona would pay her back, blah, blah, blah. I told her and Rhona that in future if Fiona was to be punished then she should clear it with me first. I could see Rhona's mouth tighten and her eyes narrow but she said nothing. Fiona was only partly mollified, so I told her that if she spared the rod then I'd have her thrashed and fucked by every man in the room. That seemed to stiffen her backbone a bit. I watched the action on the bank of monitors as it was easier to keep a track of exactly what was going on. There were three cameras in action, one focused on her ass, another on her face as she leaned over the desk and the other took a long shot of her and Fiona. It was a nice film overall, though possibly not all round family entertainment. I liked the look on Rhona's face as she was tied down, bare-assed and with her legs spread wantonly. When the first stroke cracked loudly I was surprised by how long it took for the pain of the stroke to register on her face and for the tears to begin. The next few minutes were spent listening to a cacophony of full blooded, meaty cracks followed by Rhona's ululations and entreaties. Squirming and crying with a dozen full sized weals across her naked flesh, Rhona looked a picture. But it wasn't over yet. The headmaster pretended to leave the room, leaving Rhona bent and spread. This gave Fiona the opportunity to fish around in her bag and pull out a large, strap-on dildo. I must admit that Fiona was turning into a fine actress. She timed the suspense to perfection both for the cameras and for Rhona, who was straining to see what she was up to. "No! No! God no!" she screamed, once she saw what Fiona was strapping onto herself. "This will teach you to steal my work, you bitch," Fiona spat. "I didn't, it's not true. Oh no. Please don't. Stop her, someone!" Fiona lined the tip of the rather formidable looking fake prick up with the entrance to Rhona's pussy, then started pushing. Meanwhile Rhona squirmed, screamed, howled and shook. But she could do nothing except take it. Well I won't bore you with a long rambling description of Rhona's ravishment. In fact I found it a bit tedious for the first few minutes although Fiona seemed to be enjoying herself judging by the look on her face. It was a very hard look to describe, sort of part demon, part angel. Hell, I don't know, I'm not very good at that sort of description. I can describe Rhona's look, though. It was pure pain at first, then her face started to soften and her breathing started to become hoarse and strained. Finally she was blowing like a steam engine on a stiff incline, as she raced towards her rather obvious and noisy orgasm. Zappy-pow. The cum hit her like a mallet and she was thrashing around like an eel in a spin dryer. And Fiona came in a close second in the orgasmic Everest club if her screams were anything to go by. Mind you she did have a little help from the 'little friend' she had slipped into herself prior to strapping the dildo in place. I tell you what though, it was fun to watch overall. I hope the movie did the real-life production justice. There was even a little bit of a lesbian scene at the end where they fondled each other towards another, probably fake, orgasm. Then it faded to black. "Cut!" There were cheers and catcalls from all over the set. Phil was amazingly pleased, he told me that the technicians were normally a taciturn bunch who just kept quiet and did their job. But something about this scene even got them going. As for the director, he was sweating buckets and his face was so dark it was almost grape coloured. All things considered, it was a fairly good start to the day. And it wasn't over yet. We still had the main feature to go. ************************************************************************* I found out just how strange women were, on that day. Now if I had been thrashed then raped with a fake prick then I wouldn't exactly be enamoured with the person who set me up for it. In fact I'd be spitting tacks and vowing lifelong revenge. But not Rhona. After the movie was over and she was released she flew over to me and threw her arms round my neck. She then proceeded to cry her heart out. I tried to uncurl her arms but she held on like grim death until her howls died down to quiet sobs. "I'm sorry, Barrie. I won't do it again." For once I was at a loss as to what to say. Damn, they're odd creatures. ************************************************************************** The old familiar room with the old familiar camera. I'd chosen Fiona to be my consort this time. It was about time I got properly acquainted with her. I had her squatting naked by my feet as the show began. I even let her play with herself as long as she was reasonably quiet. I was sitting there thoughtfully, mulling over the possibilities of the upcoming attraction, while Fiona whimpered under her breath. I must say she was pretty sweet as she got herself off. So much so that I patted her on the head like a dog. While she moaned in pleasure. Just then the door in the room opened and in stepped Rhona followed by a very reluctant Ellen. She was nervously eyeing up the room when she spied the bed. Suddenly the reason she was here seemed to crowd in on her. Rhona was ready for it and she quickly turned to the girl and ordered her to get undressed. Ellen looked like she was in two minds whether to flee or not, so Rhona grabbed her by the shoulders and looked her in the eye. "Listen you stupid little cow, either you get undressed or you'll regret it." "Oh please. I don't want to." "Do it Ellen or I'll get really angry." The tears started but she was obviously impressed by Rhona's exhortations as she started to pull off her school blazer. It was an excellent strip-show by and large. Especially in light of the gamut of faces she managed to pull as she shed her togs ready for the big event. Finally she was naked and blushing like a beacon. "Good," said Rhona as she gathered up Ellen's clothes. "You remember what I told you?" Ellen nodded woodenly. "Right, get ready, you first customer will be here soon. And he'd better not complain, do you understand?" Ellen swallowed as Rhona walked out closing the door. She sat down on the edge of the bed and stared at the floor in front of the door. She was obviously contemplating her upcoming defilement. The door burst open startling the girl and there was a short, rather fat man with a huge cigar in his mouth. "Pretty little thing," he muttered wagging his cigar in approval. "Right girl, get on with it." "Pardon?" she queried. "Aren't you supposed to give me a list of prices or something or are you doing it for free tonight?" "No, er, here," she blushed about 3 shades darker. "It's, er, five pounds for me to do it with my hand, ten pounds if I, er, suck you and twenty for a fuc...er, for sex." He pulled out his wallet and extracted four fivers and tossed them across to her. "Might as well do the whole thing as I'm here." He then started to pull of his clothes. After he'd pulled off his underpants he noticed her still sitting there looking at him. "Wassup girly, you not seen one this size before?" Still she sat there, but by now her gaze was directed at his crotch. He walked over to her and said "Okay, get to it. I ain't got all night." She tried to remember what Rhona had told her about putting the condom in her mouth and pushing it onto the guys prick. She couldn't work out how it was supposed to work and she was too terrified of Rhona to dare to ask her to demonstrate it again. So she was in a haze of indecision as to what to do next. She tried pushing the thing into her mouth but it's oily taste and weight on the back of her tongue made her want to throw up. She looked at his cock which was bobbing a foot away from her face and reached across to it. The warmth of her fingers evinced a groan of lust from the man. She tried to fit it over his cock by hand but she just couldn't seem to master the technique of unrolling it over him. "Hurry up, for fuck's sake. I want to get my rocks off," shouted the man. She remembered Rhona's threat about pleasing the customers and she tried to hurry. In her haste she dropped it and she scrabbled around to try and retrieve it. He grabbed her by the arm, pulled her up and threw her back onto the bed. "Leave it. There's no time for that. You'll just have to have it bareback, you useless cow," he roared. "Please, please. Don't do it without something on." He looked down at her and an evil grin split his face. "Yeah, and what do I get if I put it on myself? I'm saving you work there, and I should get something for my trouble." "What do you want?" she whimpered. "Oh I'm not greedy, shall we say twenty quid." "But that's what you've just given me!" "Yeah, ain't that an amazing coincidence," by now his cigar was fluttering wildly as he chuckled. "I can't give you that," horrified. "It's either that or you get it raw. You might even get to have my baby, won't that be nice?" I watched her in awed silence as she handed over the money that he had originally paid to her. She was buying her own fuck back. This was cosmic. He grabbed a new packet from her bedside cabinet and tore it open with his teeth. Then with one practised motion he slid it on. "Get ready, bitch. You better give me a good time. I paid enough." Then with a loud guffaw he launched himself onto her. She struggled under his bulk for a few moments as they fought over her virtue. Then he managed to get a knee between her legs. From then on she was fighting a losing battle and finally he forced her open. "Stop fighting me, bitch. You're supposed to be a whore, for Chrissakes." She put her hands over her face and I saw her chest heaving as he positioned himself between her widespread thighs. "Stand by to repel boarders," he whooped as he lunged into her. Her hands flew down to try and push him away by his hips. But it was far too late. He was home and ready to rock and roll. He gave her one hell of a pounding. I've never seen anything like that before and I'm sure that it was somewhat of a novelty to her as well. She was thrashing and mewling but he never seemed to even notice her as he porked her rigid. I tell you what, it tired me out and I was only watching. Even Fiona was impressed, I could tell by the depth and intensity of her moaning as her hand worked furiously below. Finally it was done and the man left, leaving Ellen crying and spread wide on the rumpled bed. Virtually as soon as the door closed it opened again to admit another lucky punter. One that, unfortunately for her, was in the know. He paid her twenty and she paid him back as he pulled the rubber over his steel like pole. By the end of the evening she had only managed ten pounds and that was from two hand jobs. The place had gone quiet and the last customers had left as Rhona came into the room. "Well?" she asked sternly. "Well?" The exhausted girl replied. "Don't keep repeating everything I say. Tell me how much you've made tonight." "Ten pounds," Ellen said in her little girl voice. "You what? Did you say ten pounds? Is that all? I saw at least 8 men come in her tonight. Are you telling me they all left again without at least a hand job?" Ellen was dumbstruck. "So what's the score, eh? What the fuck are you playing at?" It was the first time I'd really heard Rhona swear. Properly swear, and it added a surreal quality to the proceedings, like the mirror was a cinema screen and they were just actresses. Which in many ways was true. It was still only really a game to me, albeit a profitable one. "I er I," the girl tailed off in a dither of confusion. "Have you been fucking them for free? Well? Have you?" The girl nodded and her eyes rose imploringly towards Rhona's. Rhona slapped her face. "You slut!" she shouted. "You worthless slut. You were so horny you just wanted to do it for free, eh? What the hell do you think we're doing here, running a charity for nymphomaniacs? Who the fuck do you think you are that we'd arrange all this for you for free?" "Please. Please it wasn't like that. They wouldn't wear a condom if I didn't let them have it for free," the girl was really crying now. "So? You should have still done it. It's better to risk getting a dose rather than risk pissing me off. And, you stupid bitch, I am well pissed off." Rhona glared at the girl then reached forward and grabbed her arm. She pulled her up then threw her down across the table that was conveniently situated by the two way mirror. "I'll teach you," snarled Rhona as she tied the terrified girl's legs to the table legs. "Please, please. I'll do it next time. Honestly. I'll do anything you want. Please don't beat me. Please." She tried to fend Rhona off with her hands but she had the bit between her teeth by now and she easily pulled the girls fluttering hands towards the convenient leather loops. As soon as the poor girl was strapped into place Rhona rushed out of the room, appearing moments later with a thick but flexible cane. It had an odd brown mark on it and I recognised it as the one Fiona had used so effectively a few hours earlier. With hardly a pause she whipped it up high, then brought it down hard against Ellen's frantically twitching ass-cheeks. I was so stiff you could have used me to sink fence post holes, so I pulled Fiona towards my crotch. There was no hesitation or shadow of doubt in her mind as she quickly engulfed me. I shot my load as the echoes of the last stroke resounded around the little bedroom and the frantic howl of the trainee sex-slave assailed our ears. Moments later the long term tape came to its end behind me. Another classic was born. ********************************************************************** Rhona was mugged on the way back from Phil's the next night. *** marker 1 *** She put up one hell of a fight by all accounts but she still ended up losing the money. I was annoyed but realistic. We couldn't exactly go to the police about it. Her father would surely get to hear about it and he was sure to ask questions on why she happened to have nearly a grand in used notes on her. As it happened Phil took care of it. He found the guy, a local junkie, and made sure he got a couple of months worth of free fixes, in the form of painkillers at the local hospital. But not before he had spent most of my money. The security of my takings posed somewhat of a challenge for a while. I was even thinking about taking on a security guard, then the answer struck me. It was so blindingly simple. "I can't wear that," exclaimed Rhona as she eyed the stainless steel tube suspiciously. "Why not? It's no different from a dildo." "But it will be so cold." Which was the flimsiest excuse I've ever heard. She might be a bright girl but when cornered she came up with the most pathetic reasons for not doing something I've ever heard. Needless to say it didn't cut much ice with me. "Well warm it up then. Anyway it will only be for an hour or so." "Do I have to?" she whined. I had to remind her about the incident with her father and him finding the money as well as the mugging. That was two lots of money she'd lost. Finally the piece de resistance, if she lost another days takings I told her that she'd have to make it up herself. And we both knew what that meant. Phil had long lusted after having her on his crew, he was sure she'd be both popular and highly profitable. She agreed. The game was simple. Before she left Phil's for the night he would tightly roll the money into the tube which he would then lock inside her. I was the only other person with a key. Rhona became the human bank vault. *************************************************************************** Naturally I caught up with Ellen on Monday. I touched her waistband and feigned surprise that her control was missing. I went to feel between her legs but she pushed me away angrily. "What are you doing?" "Seeing if you are wearing it today." "Well I'm not, are you satisfied?" She glared at me. I cocked my head to one side. "That's fighting talk for someone who has had an amazingly graphic film made of her, getting off with a dildo strapped into her cunt." I was as crude as possible as I needed the shock factor to carry through the next stage of my plan. True to form she blushed scarlet. She was such an innocent looking little blusher you'd hardly believe she had a night job as a brothel whore. "Right you remember our agreement?" I asked. "Agreement?" "Yeah agreement. You don't wear the dildo and I'll give you the tape." "You'll give me the tape?" I loved the light of hope in her eyes. Which was so cruelly dimmed when I replied. "Yeah in return for a fuck." "Can't we, er, do something else? I'm so sore." Which was probably true even though she'd been allowed a night off, her exertions on Saturday had been fairly strenuous when all said and done. However, I wasn't supposed to know about that so I countered with. "I thought you said you had only been fucked once before." For a second she looked panicky. I should imagine the last thing she wanted was for one of her classmates to find out about her out of hours activities. Especially one like me. So she ad libbed. "It was the dildo." "So why wear it then?" Quick as a flash. I was enjoying this. "Listen please, forget it, eh?" "Oh, I will, Ellen. I will. But first you've gotta let me fuck you. You do that, then you get the tape back and we're friends again. That sound fair?" "Just you?" "Yeah, why?" "Oh, nothing." "So is it a deal, Ellen?" She looked into my eyes then slowly dropped her gaze to the floor by my feet. Finally she nodded. "Okay, " I said briskly, "Meet me in the woods this lunchtime. You remember the tree where we met before?" Another nod. "Good, I'll see you there then." ************************************************************************** I had secreted my video camera in a bush and had wired up the remote control to an RF link. It was focussed on the middle of the blanket I'd laid on the ground. Where the action was to take place. She tried her hardest to smile at me when she entered the clearing, but it was brittle and hollow. Evidently this wasn't her idea of fun. "Okay, Ellen get stripped." She stood dumbly for a second then proceeded to strip off her clothes in an extraordinarily businesslike way. She must have been practising since Saturday. The biggest shock was that she wasn't wearing any knickers. "Where are your knicks, Ellen?" "I, er, they're all in the wash." Not as good as her normal excuses but I let it go. I was more interested in the main feature than the trailers at this point. She stood naked and obviously discomfited before me. I was sitting on the blanket and so my eyes were level with her little golden bush. I must admit it was wonderful. I'd never seen one that blond before, even Fiona's wiry curls were a darker mass. It seemed to make her more innocent, somehow. I was just about to beckon her over when she spoke. "Er, Barrie, could you help me?" I narrowed my eyes. "Help you? How?" She gulped audibly. "Could you teach me how to put a condom on?" I was about to tell her that I never wore one but I decided to go along with her. This was getting interesting. "Why you want to know, Ellen?" "I, er, think it's important to practise safe sex." I did too, as it happened, which in my case meant that I didn't have it off with someone who I didn't know the sexual history of. I decided to indulge her. "Yeah, okay. Tell you what, I'll lay here and you can practise putting it on me. How's that?" "Could you, er, show me how?" "I don't fucking know. How the fuck should I know?" I was starting to lose my cool by now. "Sorry, Barrie." The next quarter of an hour was spent with her leaning over me alternately rolling the condom on then unrolling it again. Her little tongue sticking out in concentration. The sensations were indescribable and eventually I just had to have my relief. "Get on, Ellen," I croaked. "Wait, let me put it on again." "Fuck that! Get on. I said." She recoiled. "I can't." "Well, fuck you!" I shouted. "That tape and the pictures will be all over the school tonight. You'll see what happens when you break an agreement with me." She started crying. "Please, Barrie, please wear it. I'll give you a good time." "You'll give me a good time anyway or that tape becomes public knowledge. I might even be able to sell it." This thought had obviously not crossed her tiny mind and she recoiled in shock at the suggestion. "You promised to give me the tape if I do it?" she mewled. "I said I would, didn't I? We never said anything about a condom when we made our deal. So you'll just have to do it without. Oh shit, look, it's gone floppy again, you better get your laughing gear around that before it goes away completely. Then when it's stiff you hop on and give me the ride of my life or you'll regret it." Her hesitation and obvious reluctance cranked my libido up by about fifteen notches so when she eventually plunged her cunt down on me I nearly blew there and then. I had to grit my teeth and think of football for a minute or so, while she bounced up and down energetically. I don't think she enjoyed it. Especially the bit where I shot my load deep inside her. She tried to get off but I held her down tightly as I emptied my balls into her. I loved it though, that was one good fuck. Memorable you could say. ********************************************************************* It was the excited chatter in my class that caught my attention. If something was firing up my fellow students so much then I felt that I should be part of it. Preferably in the middle collecting the money. You could, I suppose, put this down to bare-faced arrogance. Which it was, in a way. Let me ask you a question. When did you ever meet a teenager, boy or girl, who didn't think the world revolved around them? In many ways I was just a normal adolescent boy, albeit with a few interesting little fillips to add to my private resume. I'd more than surpassed my doctorate in the university of life. I caught the whisper and decided to follow a couple of boys down behind the swimming pool and was absolutely amazed at what I found. There were two Fifth form girls from Rhona's school, which put them into the fifteen to sixteen age bracket, entertaining a group of boys. When I say entertaining I mean that they were straddled, with their skirts held high, while a boy delved frantically between their legs. The other boys crowding around, shouting out encouragement. My initial amazement gave way to blazing anger. This was my idea. Someone had stolen my idea. My first thought was that it was Billy but he was, deep down, too much of a coward to do this on his own. So who was it? It certainly wasn't the girls themselves, judging by the looks on their faces. But then again there was no-one else around and they were taking the money themselves. Carelessly stuffing it into their blazer pockets before slipping on a new pair of knickers and taking up their shameful pose again. I decided to hang around and follow them after the lunch-break was over. Luckily their lunch finished earlier than ours so I could go right up to the entrance of their school if necessary and still have time to scuttle back to my own without being late. I didn't need to. The red-faced girls mooched down the path towards their school. They were barely out of sight of the clearing when a figure beckoned from the shadows with an outstretched hand. The girls carefully placed the money into the palm of the hand then ran off. The figure stood counting the money for a second. I could see the fingers riffling through the notes. Then she stepped forward slightly so her face was momentarily exposed to the light. It was Fiona. ******************************************************************* "What is Fiona up to, Rhona?" "How do you know?" She was genuinely shocked. "Just say I know everything," I answered smugly. It always pays to appear slightly omnipotent when dealing with your slaves. It keeps them off guard. As you can see I was maturing fast. "I've decided to get her to help me with recruitment." "Are you planning to start an army?" She looked at me sharply. "It's for you, you know." "I know, I was just curious that's all." I lay back on the bed, head comfortably cushioned by my hands. "So how many have you got now?" She counted on her fingers. "Fiona has two behind the pool, who should be ready for panty training once they've been broken in..." "Broken in?" "Yes, they are still virgins." "Cool! How did you... No, on second thoughts don't tell me." She shrugged. "I couldn't anyway. They are Fiona's. She got them." "Neat. So how you planning to break them in, as you put it?" "I've talked to Phil and he suggested doing it on camera with a couple of dildos. A lesbian scene with a couple of girls losing their cherries would go down a storm on the market, according to him. I thought a gang rape would be worth more." I was silent for a moment. I just couldn't believe that my sweet little Rho could be so cold and unfeeling. We had travelled quite a way together in the last year or so. Then I dismissed the thought as my mind started to drift onto the possibilities. "How'd you fancy going into the film business?" "What do you mean?" "You know the name of that director chap who directed you?" She blushed crimson which was something that she hadn't managed in a long time. She struggled to compose herself and managed a strangled, "Yes." "Good! Contact him. We're going to make a movie." *********************************************************************** Okay, that's it for Part 3. Part 4 has been started, so watch out for it. Now for a little contest. You've probably got some ideas about what the girls look like. You may even have photos in your hard-drive of girls that resemble our heroines. Tell you what, if you send me a photo or a drawing of any, or all of the girls and I will send you Part 4 ahead of publication time. I'll also publish the pictures with the story in a binary newsgroup. Finally, if your ideas match my own as far as looks are concerned, I'll incorporate your ideas into the story and give you full credit. Think of how much fun you could have. For a start you could decide how two innocent young 16 year olds are going to lose their cherries. Lesbian tryst or gangbang? Maybe even another way. It's your call, you just send me those photos. That sound fair or what? Just remember: Rhona is tall and slim with dark hair and a wide, beautiful smile. She is a 34C and strikingly beautiful. Fiona is a blonde-haired clone with fuller lips and bigger breasts. Miss Cross is petite and pretty with a heart shaped face. Ellen is around 5' with fluffy blond hair, blue eyes and an innocent, almost angelic look. As for the 2 sixteen years olds, you choose, except no Pedo. These girls are over the age of consent at least in the UK. I think they call it interactive entertainment. 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