Message-ID: <19618eli$9902030441@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: deanajohns@hotmail.com (Deana Johns) Subject: *Savant P1 (FF,Mf sed, voy FFfFfFff) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: deanajohns@hotmail.com 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: <36b7f171.118088@burgoyne.com> ====================================================== Savant: By Deana Johns. Copyright 1997 All rights reserved. Limited permission to post is granted providing this header remains intact. May not be posted to any pay sites. May be offered as part of a collection, also provided this header remains intact. Permission to archive is also granted. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- This is one of my later stories. As of now, it is incomplete but already very long. If you are seeking quick, cheap smut, you may wish to look elsewhere. But I think the true connoisseurs of erotica will find it plenty steamy if they give it a chance. This is an adult story, if you shouldn't be reading it, don't. I trust this is sufficient warning, given that I am posting this to a predominantly adult area to begin with. As always, comments are desired, welcome, and helpful. I especially like to hear from other women. Please reply to: deanajohns@hotmail.com -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Savant part one "I got shafted!" Denise Alvey thought, leaving the principals office, face red with anger. She wasn't a student. Denise was a teacher. A science teacher, or she had thought. Now she was a P.E. teacher. Denise had always wanted to be a science teacher. Since she was in junior high school herself. She'd had the most wonderful instructor, who had awakened her mind and stirred her excitement over the way the world worked. From that moment on she wanted to be just like him. She took extra science and math electives in high school and then excelled in college in physics, graduating Magna Cum Lauda. Earning her teaching credentials while she was at it. Because of her credentials Winston School district had jumped at hiring her. She was assigned to Ballard Junior High School in the upper Winston district. A nice area of town. The students would be well litterate and she would have a good chance to influence young minds as she had dreamed about. Surprise! At teacher orrientation she had learned that Ballard Junior High School already had two science teachers and that she would be instructing P.E. for the first year or two until one of the old farts either died or retired. Thus her trip to the principals office. The principal, *Ms.* June Benito -or *Fishy Puss* to the students, when no teachers were around- had been understanding, and inflexible. Pointing out the clause in her contract that they could assign her to anything they wanted. Should she bail out now, it would not look favorable at all on her Resume for future positions. They had her by the short hairs and were hanging on. Denise had no choice but to teach P.E. and girls health, which ran hand in hand with it. Betty Hart was the *other* girls gym teacher. She was a jock, and made no secret of it. She looked like a jock, talked like a jock and acted like a jock. It was rumoured amoung the students that she was *Fishy Puss's girlfriend.* But being a jock, she was a good P.E. teacher. She met with Denise before the school year started and filled her in on the details of how to teach gym. "It's simple. You run them around and work them until they sweat real good and then turn them loose with some sort of ball practice and make them sweat some more. Then ten minutes before the end of the class you send them to the showers." Betty had told her. "Doesn't sound real hard. Maybe it won't be so bad." Denise said. "You'll do fine. Here's a list of exercises that I use most every year. Just mix them up a bit from day to day. Oh, and make sure the girls shower. Some have a tendancy to try to save time by skipping their shower to make it to their next class. And make certian that they have clean uniforms every Monday. Besides that..... lets see. Some of the girls try to skip gym if their periods are heavy. You have to play that one by ear. Some are just trying to get out of it. I'll give you a break the first term and take both the seventh grade classes and one eighth grad class. That way all the students you get will know the ropes before hand." Betty told her. Little did Denise realize that this gave her both the ninth grade classes, the most unruly of the bunch. School started, first day wasn't so bad, but very confused. Same speach to all the girls: "I am Miss Alvey.... This is what you need for a uniform.... This is what I expect of you..... This is what you will do..... This is how I will grade..... This is what I won't tollerate...... Concerning your periods I want a note from either both your parents or guardians or a Doctor for you to sit out. But if you're having a particularly heavy day or bad cramps see me before class. Now about personal hygene..... " Denise droned as the day wore on. In the meantime she began to learn her students names and attitudes. She spotted the trouble makers right away and learned their names and attitudes the quickest. Followed by the *brown nosers.* The second day was different. "This being the age of technology, in order for me to more quickly learn your names, I've brought my Cam-Corder. When you step up to get your towel after class, state your name so I can mark it off. I'll get a picture of each of your faces while I'm at it." Denise told her classes. She split the classes in two and selected captains seemingly at random from each group to lead the callastenics. Actually, each captain she picked was one of the trouble makers. If they were in front, she could keep an eye on them. The day went fairly well. She set her Cam-Corder up in the towel cage and handed out towels after each class. She hadn't toought about the fact that the girls would be nude when they came to collect their towels. That night she tried to watch the video's to learn her students names. She ended up freezing the picture several times while she masturbated. It had been in her junior year in college that she had drawn Janice Dent as a roomate. Janice was a slim, fiesty jewish girl. For a long time Denise didn't notice how Janice watched her as she undressed or dressed. When she finally noticed, she was already friends with Janice and it was too late to change quarters. Denise tolerated it. Eventually she got currious about it. Two cold cases of beer and a weekend before spring break served as her initiation into woman to woman sex. Until that time Denise was a virgin. She was afterwards too, but she was hooked on orgasms. Janice was a talented teacher and a demanding lover. Outside their room they were just roomates. Janice was a year older than her. After the first year she graduated and went away. There was a bit more to the breakup, but Denise didn't Dwell on it. Denise's next roomate was a frumpy bitch. Denise dated guys occaisionally and lost her virginity to one who also went away afterwards. Not that Denise was unatractive. Beneath her glasses and nerdish clothing she was georgeous! She stood five foot nine and had large firm breasts. Her legs and abdomen were firm. She was a natural strawberry blonde, but didn't fit the cliche's a bit. Her eyes were green and about eight miles deep when used properly for warfare in the battle of the sexes. But she was a nerd; A woman physics major. Denise watched the parade of nubile addolecent nude bodies on her TV screen and rubbed herself to orgasm about eight times. Those names she would remember best. Being a nerd she began to plot how she would obtain more and better pictures of her students. At school she was stoical. Wearing her own uniform she walked around her classes watching them as they exercised. After class she stationed herself in the locker room to make certian every girl showered. She never let herself watch one in particular very closely. But they all registered in her memory. She shared an office with Betty Hart. The *coaches* room. It had a one way piece of glass in it that they could use to observe the locker room. There was a long horizontal file that ran beneath the sill of the one way window. That's where Denise set up her computer. Through a gap in the back of it where an interface card would normally sit looked a tiny color Television Camera. Mounted inside the computer, it was unseen. A dark gap was all that could be seen of it should anyone turn her computer around for some reason. It's view was right out through the one way window. Each day at certian times a program would start up automatically and grab frames and write them to disk. Each evening Denise copied them to DAT tape and wiped the already hidden disk files. She was good at technology. "What the hell do you need a computer for?" Betty had asked her. "I keep my student records on it. Makes it easier for me to do grades and keep track of each student. Want to use it?" Denise had explained and asked. "Not me. I don't even know how to turn one of those things on. I prefer the old paper method." Betty had told her. "Suit yourself. I just let it run all the time cause it takes too long to boot it. It has power management built into it, so it doesn't use too much electricity." Denise told her. "That's not something I worry about. The district pays for that. I don't mind if you leave it on, it's quiet enough. What's that blinking light?" Betty asked. "That means the disk is running. I have automatic programs that will repack my disk whenever I'm not doing anything on it. Makes it run faster when I need it." Denise said, thinking she'd better add a switch to disable the LED. "Well, seems you know what you're doing with it. As long as it doesn't disturb me, I don't care if it runs all the time." Betty said. "Good, I'll just switch off my monitor when I go home each night then. The drives last longer if you don't turn them off." Denise told her. "How are your classes coming?" Betty asked her. "Pretty good. I spotted the trouble makers like you said and made them captains. I rotate them once a week with the shy ones. The *both* parents or a doctor trick on the excuse notes pretty much eliminated the slackards. They learned pretty quick about the cramps and heavy flow bit when I sent them to the nurses office when they'd ask to get out of class." Denise answered. "Good. I'd think about letting up just a bit on them. I've heard scuttlebutt around school that you drive them pretty hard. Now that they are used to this level of exercise if you let up just a bit then they will love you for it and still get a good workout every day." Betty said. "Thanks. I'll do that." Denise replied. Day by day Denise built up her *student gallery* of shots. As there was a class after hers at the end of the day, she set her machine to trigger on movement in the locker room. The program would grab a frame every few seconds and do an average checksum on it. A significant change from frame to frame would trigger the grab and store routines. This is how she caught Betty and *Fishy Puss* in action. June Benito made her inspection tour of the school, same as she did every night. The janitors were just finishing up. It was early evening. She let the last of the janitorial crew out and then locked up the school. Making one final inspection round of the large, old, two story school. Finding the building empty she moved to make her date, stripping off her blouse as she entered the girls locker room. She locked the door behind her anyway. She moved to the first row of benches and lockers and stripped off the rest of her clothes. The computer already doing grab and store's from her presence. Her clothes all came off and then she slipped into the large shower, which already had one occupant; Betty Hart. "I thought you'd never get here." Betty said, pulling her into her arms and kissing her deeply. "I wanted to make certian that we were really alone." June replied, playing with Betty's breasts and nipples. "I hate all this sneaking around, but you started it." Betty said, her hands upon June's large breasts. "Yes, I know. But if nobody ever connects us away from school, then nobody will ever know we are doing this." June chuckled, pulling Betty back into a kiss. They soaped each others bodies and then squirmed together as they continued to kiss passionately. The camera on the computer caught all this as the view was just wide enough to include a segment of the shower. In fact these were some of Denise's most prized shots, captured as the young women soaped their bodies and rubbed themselves all over. She also got a bunch of bent over shots from that. Not that there weren't enough of those from the locker room from the girls pulling shorts and panties off and on. After washing each other's hair and bringing each other off at least twice, the pair moved out to the locker room area, toweling each other off. Once dry Betty spread their towels out on the bench and then pushed June back onto them. "This won't hurt a bit." Betty teased, moving over her. Her pelvis engauged June's and she began to pump into her. Dragging her clitoris over the principal's as she played with her breasts. "You are really quite good at that, you should have been a man." June moaned. "I may as well be one, the size of my clit. But if I was a man, you wouldn't want to fuck me." Betty teased. "You're right about that. And you *do* have a *big* clit." June gasped, pumping back. Now they were up close in front of the window. June watched the reflection of Betty fucking her as she became even more worked up than she was. "You like watching me fuck you don't you?" Betty asked, more statement than question. "You know I do. So shut up and do it.... Hard!" June gasped. There were no more words spoken as they humped themselves to several orgasms. Then June had Betty lay on her back on the bench and moved over her in the sixty-nine position. The camera recording the whole episode. Afterwards the women showered off again They talked a bit as they were dressing. "So.. how's the new teacher working out?" June asked, buttoning up her blouse. "Not bad at all. Seems to work well with the girls. She's a lot more organized than I am, with that damn computer of hers." Betty answered, pulling on a clean set of sweat pants, her normal attire. "Yeah, that's the ways of the world today; Computers. Any indication she's hungry?" June asked. "Not a bit. I wish their were. She's pretty cute when she takes those glasses off." Betty said, pulling on her top. "So I noticed. Well, one hot lover in the neighborhood is quite adequate, but keep an eye on her. We on for racket ball tommorrow after school?" June asked. "Wouldn't miss it. My place after?" Betty asked, pulling her into her arms. June nodded as they melted together to share a final passionate kiss before the mirror. Then they left, shutting down the lights. Denise came in earlier than Betty, as she had a ninth grade class first off in the morning. She sat in her office drinking coffee as she prepaired her schedule for the day. Checking the computer she found a substantial amount of her hard drive used up. "That's odd." she thought. She was thinking that it may have been the janitors, who scrubbed the locker room and sanitized it several times a week. But the floor was due to be done that night, not the previous one. She almost wiped the files, but for some reason decided to transfer them to DAT instead. She stashed the tape in her bag as the early class started to file in and strip off their clothes to get into their gym attire. Denise watched them a moment through the mirror. Watching one in particular; Andrea Billings. A very well endowed little brunette with exceptionally pouty nipples and a bikini wax job on her pubic hair. The little nymphet was just plain sexy. She was nice enough to supply Denise with a long clear look at her pussy as she bent to remove her panties. "Damn!" Denise thought, flushing with desire. Andrea was cleanly shaved between her legs. Her pussy lips hanging open as she bent. Another girl passed by and Denise almost missed it as she slid her hand across Andrea's ass as she passed. Cindy Crowther. Andrea half yelped and looked around real quick. Cindy giggled at her. "You know better than that." Andrea hissed quietly. "I just couldn't help myself. I enjoyed it so much last night. I looked around before I did it. Nobody saw it." Cindy whispered back to her, stripping off her clothes. "Miss Alvey might have seen it!" Andrea warned, still hissing quietly. "I don't think so. But I won't do it again. I don't think she notices anything through those glasses of hers. But I wouldn't mind doing the same to her. She's got some bod!" Cindy chuckled quietly. "Don't get any ideas, *you're mine!*" Andrea said, quietly, pulling on her shorts. "Oh? And what if I don't want to be yours?" Cindy said, defiantly. "So you want to cancel this weekend at the cabin?" Andrea said, calling her bluff. Cindy looked suddenly worried. "No.. I was just teasing." she said, quietly, finishing undressing. Denise noticed that Cindy was also cleanly shaved between her legs. She couldn't hear what the pair was saying, but could easily figure out the context from their expressions. There was no question who dominated the relationship. She was interupted in her musing by a tap on her door. She turned back to her desk and then yelled for whoever it was to enter. A plain looking brunnette girl entered wearing her street clothes with a bandage on her left hand. "Hello Candice. What's up? Did you hurt yourself?" Denise asked. "Yeah, cut myself with a sharp kitchen knife last night, Miss Alvey. I had to get a few stiches. The doctor says I shouldn't get it wet or swing it for a week. So I'll be out this week. Here's his note for you." Candice said, handing over the note. "Okay, hope it wasn't too bad. Does it hurt?" Denise asked, taking the note and glancing at it. "Not too bad, just four stitches. Bled pretty bad. It kind of throbs today." Candice said. "Well, I'm sorry you cut yourself. But you can help me this week with the team rosters for the games. You don't have to dress or shower. If you could tell the captains this week to get the class started on calestenics I'll be out in a bit." Denise said. "Okay, thanks, Miss Alvey. Who are the captains this week?" Candice asked. Denise turned to her computer and called up a program. She couldn't help but glance past her monitor as Cindy slipped on her sports bra and then pulled on her top. Andrea was already gone. "Looks like Tracy Waters and Andrea Billings." she said, checking her schedule. "Okay, thanks again, Miss Alvey. I'll tell them." Candice said, leaving. Denise sat looking out the window for a minute as Cindy headed out into the gym. Wondering what to do about her and Andrea. Not that she minded, but she couldn't have them being indiscrete around the other girls. She got her whistle and clipboard and went off to deal with the class. Later, as the girls were headed out the door, Denise called to Cindy. "Yes, Miss Alvey?" she asked. "Come see me after your last class." Denise told her. Cindy suddenly looked scared. "What about, Miss Alvey?" she asked, tenatively. "I want to go over your progress in the class. We'll talk then." Denise said, turning to her next schedule. "Alright, Miss Alvey." Cindy said, a bit releaved. The rest of the day passed without event. Denise stayed over through Betty's last class. "What's up?" Betty asked, as Denise usually left earlier. "I just want to catch up a bit on my paperwork, and I have a student coming in for a conference." Denise replied. "A problem?" Betty asked. "Nothing serious. Certainly nothing I can't handle." Denise said, easily. "Good. You can close up shop then. I've got a racket ball date. I can leave right after this class if you're going to stay." Betty said. "Don't you get enough exercise running around durring the day here?" Denise chuckled. "Nope. I like it anytime." Betty chuckled. "Is he cute?" Denise asked. "Not bad. He's in pretty good shape, but that's the extent of my interest in him." Betty replied, getting ready for her class. "Well, have a good time, I'll close up." Denise told her. "You know, there *are* some cute guys at the club. You could maybe meet somebody there yourself." Betty said. "Thanks, but no thanks. I'm holding out for a physicist. And chasing these girls around all day is most all the exercise I'm interested in. But I'm not hurting for a love life." Denise said. "Okay, I think your nuts, but each to their own." Betty said, heading out. "So true." Denise muttered to herself, thinking of how it applied to Cindy and Andrea. The last of the students were just filing out when Cindy tapped on the door. Denise bid her enter. "Close the door and sit down, Cindy." Denise said, turning from her computer. Cindy sat down, noticing how the computer sat and out the window at where her locker was. She got worried again. "What's this about, Miss Alvey?" she asked, a slight quiver in her voice. Denise took off her glasses and cleaned them with a tissue after looking at them in the light. She looked up at Cindy with her uncovered green eyes. "I've got a little problem... or rather you do.... I'd rather it was your problem than mine." Denise said, holding her gaze, levely. "Problem?" Cindy asked, in her best innocent act, but her voice strained. Denise fought the urge to smirk. She set her glasses on the desk and sort of rubbed her eyes a bit. "Yes, see I was working at my computer this morning when you came in. I happened to look up just as you passed Andrea. I saw what you did." Denise said, seriously. Cindy looked real scared. "I don't know what you mean, Miss Alvey." she said, shakily. "Don't feed me that crap! I'm not as innocent and dumb as you girls seem to think I am!" Denise said, sharply. Cindy looked shocked by Miss Alvey's sudden harshness. Usually she seemed a pussycat. Cindy found herself with tears in her eyes. "No, Miss Alvey." she said, weeping a bit. "Cindy, I don't *know* what you and Andrea's relationship is. I don't *want* to know. Because if I were to become aware of *certain things*, I would have no alternative but to report them to Ms.Benito and your parents. Now I don't want to *have to* do that. So I will give you the benefit of the doubt and *think* that you were just *joking around*. But you should keep in mind that other *students* aren't near as understanding. That if one of them witnessed something like that then it could start some very nasty rumours that could seriously affect both your life and Andrea's. Whatever you do -or don't do- in your private life is your buisiness and none of mine, *unless* you *make it* my buisiness by bringing it into the school. Now I have 240 girls whom it is my job to protect from certain things that society frowns upon. I take that trust seriously. If I were to become *aware* of something that might affect that, then I would be *forced* to do something about it. If I am *not* aware of such things then I won't *have* to act on them. So I trust that in the future you wll be more discrete in your *little jokes* and not do or say anything that might be *missinterpreted* when you are in public and especially when you are here at school... and that means *anywhere* here at school. Now do I make myself perfectly clear to you?" Denise asked. Cindy had tears pouring down her cheeks, but she was plainly baffled by Denise's approach. She knew that she could be in real trouble, but she was being offered an out with just a warning. "Yes, Miss Alvey. I won't ever do it again." she sobbed. Denise handed her a couple of tissues. "Good. Enough said then... unless I see or hear *anything at all* that indicates you don't understand me. You might pass that on to anybody else it might apply to. Here, blow your nose and stop crying. I'm not going to tell anybody a word about it for now." she said. Cindy took the tissues and thanked her. Wipping her eyes and then blowing her nose. She choked back her tears. "Thank you, Miss Alvey. I promise I won't ever.." Cindy started. "Yeah, yeah, now as to your progress in class." Denise said, cutting her off, "You've been cheating on your push-ups and sit-ups. I expect you to do full motions on each from now on. You are only cheating yourself. If you expect to get a good grade out of this class you have to do all the exercises properly. Okay?" she asked. "Yes, Miss Alvey." Cindy said, now calmer. Denise smiled at her. "You're a good kid, Cindy. I think you will go far. Just try to keep in mind that what you do now can have a big effect upon your future. Okay? You can go now." Denise said, dissmissing her. "Thank you, Miss Alvey. I'll keep that in mind. I promise." Cindy said, retreating out the door. Denise watched her go. Hoping that she understood. She did not wish to get the girl in trouble for something she herself was prone to. Had someone else witnessed the event she would not have had a choice to handle it like she had. She sighed and started her DAT tape tranfer for the night and went to close down and check on the gym. Andrea was waiting for Cindy when she came out. "So what did she say?" she asked. Cindy was half-elated, half-scared and a little bit confused that she had gotten off with a warning. She looked at Andrea for a moment before answering. "She *saw* me rub your ass this morning." she said. "She saw you? Oh fuck!" Andrea moaned. "She's not going to report me. She says that she will *assume* it was just joking around unless she ever sees or hears of anything like it again. Fact is that she was pretty cool about it. While she didn't say it outright, she made it pretty clear she *knew* what was going on. I think we've missjudged her. She's really pretty nice." Cindy said, distracted. "I don't understand. She knows and isn't going to report it?" Andrea asked, clearly upset. Cindy told her the whole conversation. "Really?" Andrea said, thoughtfully, "It sounds like she doesn't want to see or know about such things.... but she's right. You fucked up, big time. You were just lucky it was only her who saw it." "I know I fucked up. It won't happen again. And no more meeting in empty classrooms to kiss, as much as I like it. As much as we *both* do. But I don't think she'd be so cool about it if we ever got caught." Cindy said, still distracted. Fact was that she was thinking about the loveliest pair of *green eyes* she had ever seen. "She was pretty cool about it at that. And she didn't *have* to be." Andrea said, thoughtfull. "I think that she wanted to be cool about it. ... I think..... she *liked* it." Cindy said. "Miss Alvey? Gay? I think you're nuts. She's as cold as an ice cube." Andrea said, laughing. "I don't think so. You didn't see her eyes. I think she *has* to act that way. Think about what it would do to her career if she didn't." Cindy said. "Maybe. But you and I will never get her. So we still on for this weekend?" Andrea asked. Cindy dropped her eyes a bit. "Yes. You know I love making love with you." she said, uncomfortable, but knowing she had to say it or Andrea would tease her more. "Yes, I know you do. I *kind of* like it myself. That sweet little pussy of yours tastes pretty good." Andrea said, baiting her further. Cindy looked at her a moment as they walked along. "You know I love feeling your tongue inside me. You know I'll do anything you want me to.... as long as you'll keep *fucking* me." she said, tears returning to her eyes. "I think you like *fucking* me too. I think I'll let you lick my ass this weekend. I might even wash it first." Andrea said. "Why do you do this to me? You know I love you!" Cindy cried. "I just wanted to *remind* you that you are *mine*. You seemed to have forgotten that this morning." Andrea said, smuggly. "You know I'll do anything you want. I *belong* to you. I admit it." Cindy said, tears dripping down her cheeks. "Then tomorrow you will make certain you point your pussy at Miss Alvey's window when you dress for gym. Pick your toenails or pick up a coin or something, just make sure she gets a good look at it. I will too. If she's not gay then she will be by the time I'm through with her." Andrea said, her eyes resolute. Cindy looked at her, still crying. But nodded her submission. When Denise got home she shoved a TV dinner into the microwave and then started her download of the days files. To preserve space she had become selective of the pictures she kept. She knew which ones she would if she had caught them. To her enjoyment she had. Both girls shaved pussy, and Cindy's hand clearly sliding over Andrea's ass. There were several shots she threw away, being uninteresting repeat shots, or blurred or blocked ones. She selected a group and moved them into her staging directory. When she had enough, she burned them onto a CD- ROM disk. The CD burner mechanism had set her back half a thousand dollars on sale, but she thought it was worth it. She used a special encoding on the files. Nobody could view them without the right password and decryption routine. The routine was resident on her computer, but not the password. Based upon the latest encryption routines off the Internet, the codes were virtually unbreakable without a very large computer and lots of time. Her dinner dinged at her and she set the other DAT tape to transfering while she retrieved it. Sitting down once again by her computer she peeled the top off her dinner and reached out to call in the first shot. She started to take a bite, but the fork never reached her mouth. She set it down and scrolled through the pictures one at a time, quivering. "I'll be god damned! Is the whole damn world gay?" she muttered, seeing Ms.Benito's tongue clearly licking between Betty's labia. She moved the pictures all to a separate directory and then put in a blank CD-ROM disk. She called in the program and burned it with just those files. The cost of the disk well worth it, she figured. She ate her dinner while she burned the CD with the encoded files. Afterwards she stripped off her clothes and got out a special multi-headed vibrator. The central post wiggled and squirmed as a little nubbin buzzed. Once inside her it would give her dual stimulation as the nubbin rested on her clitoris while the other part stroked and wiggled inside her vagina. She set a slide show running as she sat back down before her computer. Adjusting the rate as she applied the tool to herself. It looped through the whole sequence from Betty's entering the shower to Ms. Benito's entrance and finally their performance on the bench right where Andrea and Cindy had their little encounter. Ms. Benito looking right into the lens almost as if she was putting on a show as Betty fucked her. Betty's clitoris was huge. Almost an inch long and as fat as a Sharpie making pen. She used it like a penis, driving it again and again into June's smaller, but erect one. Denise hadn't been particularly taken with June Benito. She still wasn't, but suddenly she was facinated with Betty. She imagined her doing that to her as the vibrator sank to home positon and did it's magic upon her. She climaxed again and again, stronger each time. Later she ran all the slides of the girls for the day in a loop as she normally did each day. This time she climaxed again each time Cindy and Andrea's bare pussy's came by. Imagining her doing to them what Betty had done to June. She was languid with endorphins as she shut off her computer and made her way to her bed. She continued to touch herself as she thought about the girls bodies. A last orgasm put her asleep for the night. Cindy was having a hard time getting to sleep. She found herself haunted by Denise's green eyes and smile. She remembered how her gym trunks fit her firm rear end. She imagined how it would be to make love to the older woman. She wouldn't treat her mean like Andrea did. She found herself touching and playing with her body as the images flicked through her brain. Sensing it was a way of breaking Andrea's hold over her. Cindy hadn't been into girls when she first met Andrea the year before. It never occured to her how Andrea looked at her, or how their friendship had begun in gym the previous year. Andrea would make suggestive remarks to her, but she had always thought her to be kidding. They got to be good enough friends that they continued to see each other over the summer. Andrea's parents had a cabin by a nearby lake. The area was open year round, but in the summer the lake was just warm enough to swim in. They would swim and then lay out on the pier in their bikini's. Andrea's remarks became more suggestive and she always seemed to find excuses to touch her. Andrea's parents were pretty loose with her. She was given free reign to do as she pleased durring the weekdays at the cabin. Her parents would sometimes come up on the weekend. But the whole week they had it all to themselves. A raid of Andrea's fathers well stocked bar supplied the proper formula for Andrea's attack. She planed it and executed it perfectly. Cindy had never experienced an orgasm before. By morning she was in love with Andrea. Andrea played her like a trout on a line. Teasing her and holding back her affections just enough to enslave Cindy to her desires. She'd make her masturbate for her and stick things inside her vagina and anus. She made her suck a soft dildo down her throat and would spank her and make her cry before kissing her and telling her that she loved her. Cindy didn't know if Andrea really loved her, or just loved using her as a toy. It didn't really matter, she was correct that she *owned* Cindy. The remark about licking her ass was just a reminder of when Cindy had gaggingly forced herself to do that the first time. Each time Andrea would get her so turned on that she would do *anything* for relief. Andrea's seemingly favorite thing was to force Cindy to lick her durring her period. Starting in the late summer she had taken to making her wear a dog collar while she tortured her to the edge again and again. In point of fact, Andrea could have cared less about Cindy. She was into a manipulative *power* trip. But this night Cindy's mind was upon an older woman, with emerald green eyes. That's what was in her mind when Cindy lifted her hips in orgasm and muffled her cry into her pillow. Andrea had no trouble sleeping. But her mind lingered on a little surprise for Cindy she had bought through the mail. Since she was the first one home she always got the mail first. She'd gotten the post office notice of her package and had picked it up herself, storing the large package in her backpack with her books. Chapter Two For the next week Denise watched as each day the two girls exposed themselves to her each morning. She showed no outward effect from it to the girls, but it definately had an affect upon her. She simply enjoyed the morning show, then went on with her day. She wasn't fooled as to who the instigator of this little morning flesh-flash was; Andrea of course. Cindy was scared to death about it. Had it not been for her position, she would have gladly *taken* either of the young girls, with a preference towards Cindy. Denise did find herself watching Betty a bit more though. She noticed how her gym trunks fit her. She noticed the slight bump inside her trunks whenever she was around certain girls or had been working out hard. The size of her uniquely large clitoris was the motivation behind a lot of the clothing she wore. It would show prominently through any tight fitting outfit. Even though she noticed more, Denise dare not do anything about it. She would put in her time and become a science teacher. Should old *FP* go back on her promise of two years, well... she had her ace in the hole. As shady as her ethics were, she was not prone to blackmail. She was prone to letting other people live their lives however they wished to. But if somebody crossed her, all bets were off. Aside from what she had told Betty about exercise, Denise could be found every Saturday jogging in the park. It helped her work out some of the stress she developed keeping a stoic face toward the 240 girls she saw nude on a daily basis at school. Come Friday she was quite looking forward to her Saturday run. That afternoon at school, she was doing her DAT transfer when Betty came in to get ready for her last class. She'd been teaching a health class, so had on a loose pant suit. She nodded to Denise and then stripped off her clothes and climbed into her gym outfit. Denise kept turned to her computer, but could see Betty's reflection in the glass. Before Betty pulled her shorts on, the ridge of her oversized clitoris could be seen prominently through her panties. Denise felt herself flushing with desire and turned to her computer again. "What is that tape thing you do every day?" Betty asked, coming over by her as she stripped off her regular bra to pull on a sports type. Her breasts were not large, but the nipples were. At the moment they were fully erect. Denise turned to her just as Betty walked up, and she found herself face to face with those nipples. She flushed a bit and looked up at Betty, who seemed to notice her reaction. "I back-up all my files here onto my computer at home every day. And keep copies of my files there on here. That way if either machine dies, I don't lose any data." Denise sort of stammered. "Oh, good idea, I guess. I can see you wouldn't want to lose your data, given all the poking you do on that thing. Do they fail very often?" Betty asked, slowly pulling on her sports bra. "Not like they used to, but sometimes. If you lose a bearing in the hard disk drive then you could lose everything. That's why I like to leave it on all the time. For some reason the bearings last longer if they never stop." Denise explained, keeping her eyes up toward Betty's face and hoping her blush didn't show. "You seem to sure know a lot about them. What's a hard disk drive?" Betty asked, pulling her top on, much to Denise's relief. "It's for storing information. Think of it like a filing cabinet. You have everything you work on stored in it. Then when you wish to work on it, you take a file out of the cabinet and put it on your desk and open it. That's like RAM or random access memory. These little disks that look like music CD's, are like a reference library. Once you write to them you can never alter the information there, kind of like a printed book. Like this one has an encyclopaedia on it. I can read any of the information from it, but I can't add to it or change it. These tape are called DAT's, or digital audio tapes. Audio because that's what they were first used for, but data is data. They work great for computer files. These you can read or write to as often as you like, but they aren't as fast to access a particular file as a hard disk is. Kind of like putting a needle in the groove of the song you want to hear on old phonograph records. You can go right to it. But on a cassete tape you have to wait while all the tape gets wound from one spool to the other until you come to the part where the song you are seeking is located. " Denise explained. "God, you make it all sound so easy. You should be teaching computer classes." Betty said. "We don't have any. We should, but it's not in the budget. I ought to be teaching science classes, but until the old fogies die or retire you're stuck with me here." Denise chuckled. "That's not a bad thing for me. I quite like you. We get along pretty good. I've shared this office with a bunch of teachers where that wasn't the case." Betty said. "Thanks, I quite like you too. It's nothing personal that I'd rather be teaching science." Denise chuckled, turning back to her computer. "Well, you've sold me on the value of computers. You had your grades out in a day at the end of last quarter. I had to work on mine for four. Do you think you could teach me -a complete computer illiterate- how to do that?" Betty asked, slipping on her shoes. "Sure, be glad to. What say we take an hour each evening after school, unless you have other plans then?" Denise offered. "Sounds good, I can give up a few of my activities after school to bring myself into the twentieth century. How about starting Monday?" Betty asked, finishing tying her last shoelace. "Sure, sounds good." Denise said. "Oh, would you be interested in teaching a computer class to the girls if the funding for computers was available?" Betty asked, as an afterthought. "Sure, I guess. I'd have to give up one of the gym classes. That would probably get dumped on you." Denise said. "I wouldn't mind that so much. Especially if it would be of benefit to the school, like I believe a computer class would be. But you'd undoubtedly end up with mostly male students. You kind of lucked out your first year teaching. These girls are a lot easier to handle than boys." Betty said. "I expected most the classes that I taught to be mostly males. That's just the way it is in science. I don't know why either, cause I sure like it, and I'm sure not male." Denise chuckled. "No, you most *definately* are *not* male." Betty said, distractedly. She grabbed her whistle and headed out the door. "Gotta run. See you Monday. Have a good weekend." she said, and was gone. Denise looked after her, through the one way glass. Watching the way she jogged. Betty's comment about her had seemed odd. "Is she taking an interest in me?" Denise wondered. She continued to look out the window. Temporarily distracted by the last of Betty's class dressing. It was a seventh grade class. Not really an attraction to Denise. They were just too young. Still, curiosity made her watch. It was educational to see how girls grow up. Some of them didn't even have pubic hair yet. The tiny buds of breasts just growing upon their chests. Their hips just beginning to widen. Some looked like bean poles; no tits, no hips. Straight lines down from their ampits down their legs. Others were more advanced, with full breasts and dense paches of pubic hair. Their hips broader and butts more shapely. These were the ones that distracted Denise. She saw enough of them in her ninth grade classes to supply all the fantasies she desired. She turned back to her computer and finished her download and wiped the files she'd transfered. Thinking she'd have to change things around a bit if she was going to be teaching Betty. She called up a graphical display of her disk and threw out some files that were inapropriate. Then made some changes to her program that would write any new picture files to a hidden directory. Toggling the attribute to a system hidden file. Her computer was full multi-tasking. Her program could run in the background totally unnoticed to Betty while she taught her how to work spreadsheets and word processors. Denise kind of chuckled to herself about this. She could catch a buxom student washing her tits in the shower while Betty was looking right at the screen, totally unaware of what the computer was doing. Using a special view command, Denise watched as the computer wrote another picture file into the hidden directory. Satisfied with her work, she cleared the screen and shut off the monitor for the weekend. Taking her bag she made her way home. On her way out, Andrea passed her in the hall and smiled at her smirking. Denise smiled back non-commitally, as if she was just another student, which she was. Once past the look on Andrea's face turned to one of perplexity. Denise was not responding as Andrea expected her to. Not at all as Andrea's ego told her she should. Andrea took it as a further challenge, eventually it would become an obsession with her. For the moment she was frustraited. She spotted Cindy and snagged her by the arm. Ignoring her protests over having to get to class. Andrea found an unused classroom and led Cindy into it. Around the corner, out of sight of the hall she pushed Cindy up against the wall and kissed her hard, her hand reaching up under Cindy's skirt and rubbing her pubic area. Cindy knew better than to resist it when Andrea got like this. But she was scared to death of them getting caught. The fear added to her sexual fever. Her hands moved to Andrea's ass and cupped it, pulling her to her as Andrea vented her frustraition on her. Suddenly Andrea broke off her attack and pulled away. "Just wanted to remind you how much you like it. See you tonight." she said, leaving the room. Cindy half slumped against the wall as she fought to calm herself once more. She straightened her hair and clothes and headed out the door. The bell sounded, she was late. Later that night, Cindy's mother dropped her off at Andrea's for the weekend. It was a common enough occurance. Both parents were used to the two girls spending the weekend together. Neither had any idea of what went on when they weren't around. "You sure you girls want to spend the weekend all alone in the cabin?" Andrea's father asked them, driving them up. "Yeah, we've got a lot to study. We kind of like the silence up here. Besides, we've got everything we need up here. If we get bored there is the TV and VCR. We've got lots of movies we can watch. Plus there are video games and such. It gets us away from Bobby too." Andrea replied. Bobby was her older brother. They didn't get along too well. Her father knew it. "Okay. After last report card, a little studying certainly wouldn't hurt." her father chided. Andrea promised to do better in school, like she always did... and didn't. She viewed it like a game she played with her father. He would tell her to do better. She would promise to do so and then continue just as before. His part as a parent was satisfied by his chiding. Andrea's part as a dependant by her promise. Then her father would go off and get distracted in the proscess of making more money for his wife and Andrea to spend. He made a fair amount of it. They managed to spend enough it wasn't quite enough for him to not be distracted by the process. A workable relationship. Andrea's mother saw to his other needs. She knew a good thing when she saw it. She kept him happy. When they arrived at the cabin, Andrea's father came in to check it out for them and turn the heat up. Not that Andrea couldn't work a thermostat. This was also one of his parenting games. The protective father bit. Andrea acted gratefull. "Okay, everythings alright here. You've got food in the kitchen. Eat what you want, but write it down on the shopping list to bring back with you. Here's twenty bucks. You can call for a Pizza from that place down the road when you want. You've got your cell phone if you need anything or if something goes wrong. Keep in mind I get a printed record of every number you call. I can feed them into my city directory program and find out who they are. I always do that on all the cell phones so that we don't get cheated. I'll be back Sunday night to pick you up." he said. The mention of the Cell phone log was his way of telling Andrea he would know if she called any boys to come up. It was also a regular game. "Okay, see you then. Give me a call first so we can be all packed up." Andrea said. "Sure. Stay away from the liquor cabinet. It's locked. I have the only key. I can tell if you try to get into it. Have a good weekend, see you." he said. This was another of his games. He'd noticed the shortages the summer before from when Andrea had gotten Cindy drunk and seduced her. Her father had installed a hefty hasp and lock. It was secure enough. Andrea nodded and hugged and kissed him. He nodded to Cindy and left. As soon as his car pulled away, Andrea turned to Cindy. She kissed her hard. "Take off your clothes." she said, pulling back. "It's still cold in here." Cindy protested. "I don't give a shit. The heaters on now, but you'll be hot soon enough anyway." Andrea said, sinisterly. Cindy sighed and began to remove her clothes. Andrea sat back on a sofa watching her every move, grinning to herself. Actually Cindy quite enjoyed this part. Andrea did it to her almost every time. She enjoyed Andrea's eyes watching her. She enjoyed it more when it was warmer though. Finally she pushed her panties to the floor and stood nude and shivering before her friend. "Play with your tits." Andrea commanded. Cindy reached up and began squeezing her tits and rubbing her nipples. Her face took on a flush and her breathing became heavier as Andrea watched her. "Come here. Show me your pussy." Andrea said, a little hoarsely. Cindy moved over by her and lifted a leg up onto the sofa. She spread her labia in front of Andrea's face. "Kind of a cute little pussy. Put your finger in it and play with yourself." Andrea said, her face a bit flushed. Cindy closed her eyes as she worked a middle finger into her vagina. She was still shivering, but hardly noticed. She was getting really turned on and Andrea knew it. Once her finger was seated, she began to stroke herself. Her other hand continuing to rub and squeeze her tits. Her thumb teasing the nipples. "Now suck your finger." Andrea said. Without thought, Cindy pulled out her finger and moved it to her mouth. She knew Andrea wouldn't let her get used to it slowly. She stuck the finger in her mouth and sucked on it. Gagging just a bit for a moment as she tasted her own juices. "Did you use that douche I told you to and wash your ass?" Andrea asked. Cindy nodded, still sucking on the finger. "Show me. Show me your ass. Turn around and bend over then spread your ass." Andrea said, hungrily. Cindy was starting to get tears in her eyes again, but she turned and bent over, her legs wide apart. Using both hands she spread her ass cheeks and exposed her anus to Andrea. She knew what would come next, but she didn't care. She would do *anything* for Andrea. She wasn't surprised when she felt a chill breeze upon her anus as Andrea leaned forward and blew on it. Cindy moaned softly. Then a warm tongue moved between her cheeks and circled her anus, touching it and teasing it. Then the cool breeze again, colder now. This alternated until Cindy thought she would explode. Andrea reached between her legs and pinched Cindy's clitoris. It hurt.. Cindy gasped and wimpered in pain, but did not move away. "Alright. You're clean enough. Lay on the floor with your pussy pointing at me and make yourself cum." Andrea commanded. The floor was bare hardwood and cold. But Cindy did as she was commanded. Her nipples hard erect and painful from both the cold and her excitement. She lay back with her knees open and feet flat on the floor. She began to rub her clitoris furiously. Pinching her nipples with her other hand. Tears flowed from her eyes and down into her ears. She whipped her head back and forth a bit as she worked herself into a frenzy of lust. "I can see your pussy, you bad little girl. I want it wet before I lick it. Come on, move that cute little ass that I own. Lift them hips of mine up and point your cunt right at me. Make me want to kiss it instead of hurting it." Andrea said, her hands moving over her own body. Cindy complied with everything she demanded. Lifting her hips high as she continued to rub herself. Keeping her hips up was not a problem at the moment. She climaxed and her back arched up as her hips thrust again and again into the air. A moaning cry escaping her lungs. She collapsed back to the floor, exhausted. "Again. Do it again. Don't stop." Andrea demanded. Cindy continued to rub herself, despite her condition. Andrea was now getting excited. She stood up and pushed her panties to the floor. Moving over Cindy's head. Cindy had a view up under her skirt at her pussy. "Like what you see?" Andrea teased. "Yes..." Cindy gasped. "Tell me what you see." Andrea said. "You pussy! I see your pussy." Cindy gasped, fighting off her second orgasm for the moment. "And what else do you see?" Andrea teased. "Your ass. I see your pretty ass." Cindy cried, playing the game again as she had many times before. "And what would you like to do to it?" Andrea asked, squeezing her breasts through her blouse. "Lick it. I want to lick your ass." Cindy gasped, her orgasm immenent. "And what if I didn't wash it?" Andrea teased. Cindy was gasping and wheezing. Her body quivered like a pent up spring. "I don't care. I'll want..... to lick it anyway." Cindy cried, her hips thrusting up again as the convulsion took her body. Her lungs emptied out in a moaning scream. Finally she collapsed back to the cold floor. "Keep going. I didn't tell you to stop." Andrea said. Cindy reluctantly continued her rubbing. Tears flowed freely from her eyes. Her gaze locked to Andrea's shaved pussy above her head. Cindy's breath now as gasping wheeze. "Well you're lucky. I think I remember washing it this week sometime." Andrea said, squatting over Cindy's head. Cindy tried to lick upwards, but each time she lifted her head Andrea would lift up away from her, teasing her. Andrea kept her pussy right over Cindy's eyes. Moving her hips from side to side. She lifted her skirt to let more light shine on it. She moved her fingers to spread her labia so that Cindy was looking right up into her. Andrea continued to tease her until she was close to orgasm once more. Finally Andrea lowered herself down onto Cindy's face. Cindy licking upwards between her labia. She got in several long swipes before Andrea seated herself atop her head, driving Cindy's nose into her pussy. "There you go, baby. Lick away. You know you want to." Andrea half moaned. She dropped her skirt over Cindy's head and moved to unbutton her blouse as Cindy tenetively licked upwards with her tongue. Because of the position, Andrea's anus was right over her mouth. She had no choice of target. She was only hesitant because Andrea didn't always clean it before making her lick it. The past week she had been of a mood that Cindy feared the worst. This time, to her surprise and delight, it was not only clean, but flavored with strawberry. Cindy swirled her tongue around and probed the soft sensitive tissue of the opening with the tip of it. "That's it baby. Put your tongue right up my ass like you like so much." Andrea moaned, playing with her breasts. Cindy kept probbing and licking. Working her tongue in deeper, only finding more strawberry flavor. Andrea must have worked it all the way in. It was certainly more pleasant than her shit, which Cindy had tasted before when Andrea was in a cruel mood and didn't wash. Cindy continued until she was litterally fucking Andrea's ass with her tongue. The feel of it tripped her over the edge again. Her muffled cry coming from between Andrea's ass cheeks. Her hips thrusting up off the cold floor as her body convulsed again and again. Andrea moaned and shuddered a bit herself. Cindy felt her tongue gripped by Andrea's spincter and a few drops of discharge from her vagina ran up Cindy's nose. Andrea's body quivered as she rocked forward onto her knees, off of Cindy's face. Both young women gasping for breath. Andrea made her way to the sofa and crawled onto it. "Come here." Andrea commanded. Cindy could hardly move, but crawled over to Andrea. "Sit on my lap." Andrea said. Cindy moved in a dream as she dragged herself to her feet. She moved onto Andrea's lap. First thing Andrea did was to move her hand between Cindy's legs as she kissed her hard on the mouth, forcing her tongue into Cindy's mouth. Cindy moaned in delight. She was in her lovers arms again. The worst was over for the moment. Andrea continued to play between her legs. Stroking a finger and then two inside her. Cindy knew where they would end up, she didn't care. She was kissing her love. Andrea continued to kiss her deeply for a long time. All the while fingering her while she rubbed her clitoris with her thumb. Cindy's passion grew once more. Her hands moved to feel Andrea's large breasts, just barely teasing the nipples. Finally Andrea broke the kiss. "There now, baby. See; I take care of you. You know I love you. I just want to make you feel good.... like you do. Can you feel my fingers inside you? Don't they feel good?" Andrea asked. Cindy moaned softly in response. Tears rolling down her cheeks. Knowing what was to follow. "Yes. They feel good. I like it. I can feel them up inside my pussy." she recited from long practice. Andrea pulled the fingers out and moved them up under Cindy's nose. "See how good it smells. Taste it. Taste what my tongue is going to taste. Just see how good you taste." Andrea prompted. Cindy sniffed at the fingers. In fact she didn't mind her own aroma now. She had been forced to do this many dozens of times. She licked out at the fingers, tasting herself. Taking Andrea's hand and holding it closer so she could suck upon each finger. Completely removing all traces of her juices. Then Andrea replaced the hand into it's previous possition and kissed her deeply. Sharing her juices in the kiss. "Mmm you taste good." Andrea said, completing the deep kiss. She stroked her fingertips up Cindy's back as she again stroked her fingers inside her. "Lay back baby. Just relax now. I'm going to make you feel so good you'll know how much I love you." Andrea said, kissing her once more as she leaned her back onto the sofa. Cindy lay back in submission. Actually enjoying the feeling as Andrea gently traced her finger tips over her breasts and abdomen. She could be so soft and loving at times. Those were the moments that made Cindy tolerate the rest; the perverted side of Andrea. Cindy's hips were still up on Andrea's lap. Andrea lifted Cindy's leg closest to her up high and draped it behind her neck. Looking down she had a direct view of Cindy's pussy and anus. Her fingers stroking two wide inside the young woman. "Yes.. you know how lovely you are.. and how much I love to touch you and make you feel good. Don't you." Andrea said, softly, her fingers teasing Cindy's nipples lightly. Cindy moaned her affirmative as her breath was heavy in her lungs. Her whole body tingled from the endorphins now pumping into her brain from the three massive orgasms she had already felt. Andrea traced her fingers over the breasts one last time and then they decended teasingly over Cindy's abdomen to her pubic area. The ones already in her pussy were withdrawn and the second set moved in to delve into her womanhood. The first set of fingers began to tease at Cindy's backside. Smearing her juices around the anus and gently probing into the orifice. Cindy's breath caught in her throat. Her body was close to orgasm once more. Depending on Andrea's mood, the next moment could be either very painful or incredibly wonderfull. Andrea observed the look of apprehenion on Cindy's face. She smiled to herself. She had the girl in her power. It was time for kindness if she was going to keep her there. She snaked a single little finger carefully inwards into Cindy's anus. At the same time she slid out from under the girl. Pushing herself lower on the sofa she began to kiss down the leg drapped over her shoulder. This was totally different than what Cindy had been expecting. A departure from the two alternatives that Andrea usually chose at that point. Which was either driving several fingers hard into her ass, or just rubbing the outside while she stroked her to orgasm. Cindy's breath stayed caught in her suspense. What was Andrea doing? She seldom ever licked Cindy's pussy unless Cindy first begged her to, several times. But now she was on a collision course with that destination. At the same time she was being gentle with Cindy's backside. The confusion turned into spice as Cindy's passion flaired. Andrea had a little finger inside her anus, two fingers inside her pussy which sought out and excited her G-spot and more fingers bracketing her clitoris as her tongue decended onto it. Cindy went wild. Her body began to thrash about as her lungs emptied in a massive cry of orgasm. Andrea was just getting started. She addroitly followed Cindy's hip movements and once she settled again quickly moved her back to the edge. There she held her.... and held her.... and held her. Each time pumping up the next orgasm a little bit more. Just when Cindy began to think that this was a new form of cruelty, Andrea tripped her over the edge with an all out attack upon all three points of stimulation. Cindy felt like she'd been hit by a bus as the massive convustion took her body and shook it like a rag doll. There was no more air left in her lungs as her mouth lay open in a silent scream. Suddenly all stimulation was gone. and so was Cindy, passed out from an overdose of pleasure. Cindy finally came to feeling the soft stoke of fingertips caressing her skin, she became aware she was in a bed, being held to Andrea's arms as she caressed her tenderly. Cindy opened her eyes and lifted her gaze to meet Andrea's. Andrea bent to softly kiss her. Cindy hugged her hard to her. "Didn't I tell you I was going to make you feel good?" Andrea giggled after the kiss. "Yes... but I didn't believe you. Not like that. You never did it like that before." Cindy half gasped, half cried. "I just wanted to show you how much I love you, baby." Andrea softly crooned, kissing her once more. "How did I get in here?" Cindy asked, becoming aware of something else. "I carried you, love." Andrea replied. "What's this? What are these?" Cindy asked in panic, suddenly aware of the padded cuffs upon her wrists and ankles. There was also a padded belt around her hips. All were locked in place with little but sturdy padlocks. "Just a little surprise I bought for you. You seemed to doubt earlier this week that you were my slave. I just thought I would remind you of that fact. For the rest of this weekend you will be my love slave. You will do exactly what I tell you to when I tell you to do it. If you do not, then you will not be permitted to eat or go to the bathroom. If you do not make me very happy, then Sunday night we part company forever." Andrea teased. Cindy tugged at the cuffs and found each had a sturdy rope attached to it leading to each corner of the heavy wood bed. She struggled a bit as tears began to spring into her eyes. "You know I love you and will do anything you wish me to. You don't have to tie me up!" Cindy sobbed. "Oh, but I have some other things in mind for you this weekend. Things you may not like at first, but will love by the time I am through with you. I will own you body and soul. You will never again doubt that." Andrea said, slipping out from behind her. "Let me go!" Cindy cried. Andrea smiled at her and then moved to the foot of the bed. There she took each of the four ropes one at a time and pulled them tight and tied them off. Cindy found herself held spread eagled on the bed, held by four corners. Next Andrea moved to two ropes strung from Cindy's waist belt and tightened them. Cindy was powerless to move. "Please let me go." Cindy cried. "Just one more thing to do then I must go order the pizza." Andrea said, moving onto the bed with a roll of three inch duct tape in her hand. "What are you going to do with that?" Cindy cried, worried. Andrea answered by moving her knees to either side of Cindy's head and clamping her thighs down upon it. She held the head with her knee's as she ripped off a strip of the tape and then placed it over Cindy's mouth. "There, that should keep you from scaring the pizza delivery boy. I'll take it off when he leaves." Andrea said. Cindy moaned loudly through her nose at her. "If you're going to do that, dear, then I will just have to tape a pillow over your face, and that could be dangerous. You might suffocate. Now we don't want that, do we?" Andrea asked, almost playfully. Cindy's she was suddenly scared like she had never before been scared in her whole life. She fell silent. Her eyes open wide in terror. "That's better love. Now you just lay quietly and I'll get us our pizza. Okay?" Andrea asked, climbing off the bed. Cindy found herself nodding in submission. At the moment she feared for her life. She lay still as Andrea left the room. She was nude. As good as she looked that wasn't on Cindy's mind at the moment. Staying alive was. Her relationship with Andrea had just taken a turn she had not expected at all. As much as she loved her this was something else entirely. She would taste -and had tasted- Andrea's ass if she so demanded, but she didn't like being tied up at all. Andrea was just too unpredictable any more. Cindy knew she had something very nasty in mind for her. After about a half an hour Cindy heard Andrea dealing with the pizza man at the door. She was momentarily tempted to try crying out through her nose. But she wasn't yet ready to give up her relationship with her. If she summoned help, it would go badly for Andrea. Cindy knew it would be the end of their friendship. There was still a hope that this was just a bad game. She wished that it was just a bad dream. Andrea returned carrying the pizza and a couple of sodas. She was wearing a terry robe that was closed to the neck and belted tight. "There now, that wasn't so bad was it. What a good girl you were. You shall be rewarded for that. I have a special surprise for you I picked up from the post office just last week." she said, setting the pizza down on the bed with the soda's. Andrea turned away from Cindy and removed the robe. She had some kind of black leather outfit on. It had a small leather skirt to it. When she turned Cindy saw that her breasts stuck out through holes in the front. The outfit was sexy, but odd. Dangerous looking. "Do you like it? Oh, you can't speak yet. Let me take that off. Now this will only hurt for a second." Andrea said, climbing up next to her. She grabed the edge of the tape and suddenly ripped it off Cindy's mouth. Cindy wimpered a bit from the pain as it grabbed the skin and removed the tiny hairs that lined her upper lip. "Now, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Andrea said, bending to kiss her. Cindy let herself be kissed. The kiss was tender, but Cindy didn't trust her. "What are you going to do to me?" Cindy asked, scared. "Why right now, I'm going to feed you." Andrea said, kissing her again. This time Andrea made it a full kiss as her tongue searched Cindy's mouth. Despite her situation Cindy found herself enjoying it. She even kissed back. "That's better love. Let's eat." Andrea said, climbing off the bed. She loosened the ropes holding Cindy's hands. Having her sit up. She had to loosen the ones at her waist just a bit before she could do it. Andrea had Cindy move her hands to her mouth to be certain she could eat. Then she stacked a bunch of pillows behind her for her to lean back on. Her legs were still held apart by the ropes on her legs. Andrea moved up onto the bed before her. "My, that's certainly a pleasant view for eating. I think I'll have some of that for desert." Andrea said. She sat cross legged before her. Her crotch was covered by some sort of black leather flap. It seemed to be padded or something. She loaded a couple of slices of hot pizza onto a paper plate and handed them to Cindy with a paper towel. Then she opened a soda for her too. Cindy took a sip, then looked for a place to set her soda. "Oh, here. Let me get something." Andrea said, bounding off the bed and grabbing a breakfast tray. She unfolded the legs and set it off to the side, over one of Cindy's legs. Setting her own plate and soda on it. Cindy placed her plate and soda on it, her hands just reaching. She took a piece of pizza and began to chew on it. Andrea did the same. "Why do you have me tied up?" Cindy asked after a bit. "Because it's such fun." Andrea replied, taking a sip of soda. "I don't think it's fun. I don't like it at all." Cindy replied. "You will. See I bought a whole bunch of new toys through the mail. Cause I get home first I can check the mail box. I got the notice that my package had arrived and went and picked it up myself . My parents never had a clue that I bought anything. I got hold of a sex toy catalog from an address in one of my fathers dirty books. I spent almost four hundred dollars on toys just to make you happy." Andrea said. "What kind of sex toys?" Cindy asked, concerned. "Like this outfit. Don't you like it?" Andrea asked, playing with her own nipples. "Kind of. It's kinda odd though. Why is your crotch padded?" Cindy asked. "Oh, you'll find out. See, I got *all* the accessories. Some of them are real fun." Andrea giggled, cyrptically. She moved two more slices of pizza to Cindy's plate, as she was working on her second. Cindy was getting worried again. "Oh, I almost forgot." Andrea said, climbing off the bed. She left the room and returned pushing the Television cart. She set it where they both could see it and then plugged it in. She left again and returned with a large box. She lifted the lid so that Cindy couldn't see into the box. She pulled out a video tape and plugged it into the VCR, turning on the TV. Then she climbed back onto the bed with the remote. "Just a little entertainment for while we eat." Andrea said, starting the tape. The tape started with a series of women fucking each other and talking to the camera about numbers you could call to listen to them. Andrea fast forwarded to the start of the movie. The title came up: "*LESBIAN LESSONS IN BONDAGE.*" The scene opened upon two women kissing passionately. Cindy blushed as she watched it. Andrea watching her eyes, grinning to herself. The two women were feeling each other up and removing each others clothes. One was obviously the agressor and the other soon stood nude before her. The agressor admiring her as she pushed her panties to the floor. Both women were very pretty. One kind of looked like Miss Alvey. The submissive one. The agressor vaugely looked like Andrea. She grabbed the other and kissed her hard, then pushed her down onto her knees in front of her. She held her by the hair as she pulled her face to her cleanly shaven crotch. The second one began to lap at her clitoris. The first leaning her head back in abandon as the second moved her quickly to an orgasm. Her whole body shook and she moaned loudly as something dribbled down her legs. She made the other one lick it off. She didn't seem to mind. Cindy was breathing hard. Her nipples errect and her face flushed. "You like that?" Andrea asked. Cindy kind of nodded, blushing. Andrea froze a frame with the second woman's tongue burried in the first one's pussy. "Lets finish eating. So we can get started on the fun stuff." Andrea said, finishing her third slice of pizza. Cindy's eyes hardly left the screen as she finished eating. She wanted Andrea to do that to her. She wanted to do that to Andrea. She quickly finished her pizza and washed it down with her soda. Andrea followed suit and then removed the tray and the pizza box from the bed. Brushing some crumbs away. Andrea crawled up and gave Cindy a deep hungry kiss, feeling her breasts with her hands. Cindy responded by moving her hands to play with Andrea's large breasts and big, erect nipples. Andrea giggled and crawled back off the bed. She pulled the pillows from behind Cindy then used the ropes to jerk her back laying flat. She tied them off when Cindy was once again spread eagled on the bed. Then she shifted the TV cart around so that Cindy could see the picture and started the tape once more. Cindy lay watching as the second woman continued to lap at the first. Suddenly there were four more nude women in the scene. They came up behind the second and grabbed her before she knew what was happening. The second screamed as they hauled her kicking and screaming into a bedroom. There, a set up much like Andrea had her bound in was awaiting her. They dragged her onto the bed and held her down as the first woman came in and fastened the cuffs first to her legs, and then to her arms. Finally the belt was placed on her and the ropes cinched up. The second woman was as helpless as Cindy. The other four women climbed on the bed and began to lick the second one all over. Cindy gulped. The first woman left for a long time as the four brought the second to several powerfull orgasms. Suddenly the first was back, dressed in an identical outfit to Andrea's. Andrea stopped the tape. "Now, my love. You get to see my first little surprise." she said, taking a long swiping lick at Cindy's pussy. Cindy groaned in response, but Andrea moved off the bed between her and the TV and started the tape. The woman on the screen lifted leather skirt up as Andrea did. Beneath both had a bulging leather flap between their legs. As the woman on the tape lowered her's, Andrea lowered her's. The result shocked the shit out of Cindy. Andrea appeared to have grown a penis. It looked very real and very large. Andrea's eyes were alive with mirth as Cindy gapped at the plastic penis. The woman on the screen pressed a patch on the outfit several times as Andrea did. In both cases the penis seemed to gain an erection. Cindy gulped. "You said you liked *fucking* me. Lets see how much you like it when I *fuck* you like a man." Andrea said, moving over Cindy as the woman on the tape did the same to the woman on the bed. Cindy moaned. She was afraid. She had never seen Andrea act like this before. Andrea licked her pussy a few times and then moved up onto Cindy's chest. "Lick it. Make it wet so it will fit in you." she directed. "No. Please, let me go, Andrea!" Cindy cried. "Awe, now you went and spoiled your good record." Andrea said, moving off her and stopping the tape. The woman on the screen was sucking on the artificial penis. Andrea dug into the box and came out with a tube of something. She smeared some on the penis and then put a dollop on her finger. She moved onto the bed and smeared the goop around the opening of Cindy's pussy. Stroking the finger in several times to be certian it was running smooth. "Please no, Andrea. I'm afraid." Cindy cried, tears running from her eyes into her ears. "Don't be afraid. You like *fucking* me. Remember? You said so. Well you're going to get *fucked* real good. I'm going to show you just how much I love you by *fucking* the living shit out of you. And you are going to love it. By the time I'm through with you, you will be begging me to *fuck* you some more." Andrea said, crawling up over her. Cindy was crying. It was not that she was a virgin. Andrea had taken her virginity with a homemade dildo the summer before. But Cindy was scared. Andrea was *raping* her. She fought it as Andrea tried to kiss her. Andrea held her head and kissed her hard as she moved her hips into position. After a time she quit kissing her and used her hands to position the penis against Cindy's vagina. She began to push it in. Cindy was almost screaming in her pleading for Andrea to stop. Andrea didn't and pushed the penis all the way into her. It hurt Cindy a bit, but she was powerless to stop Andrea. Once it was all the way in Andrea went back to kissing her and playing with her breasts. Pinching her nipples softly with one hand as she stroked Cindy's clitoris between a finger and her thumb with the other hand. Despite her objections, Cindy was becoming excited. The plasic penis inside her was stetching her to her limits. Andrea began to move her hips slowly. Withdrawing the penis a bit and then pushing it back in. Cindy stopped fighting and began to return Andrea's kisses. Now Andrea began to move in earnest. The outfits attachment had hidden attributes that Cindy couldn't see. Each time Andrea stroked into Cindy, a piston stroked inside of Andrea's vagina. It was like fucking herself. After Andrea had her hip movements down for the best action on the two of them she stalled a bit and started the tape moving. Then picked up where she left off. On the tape the first woman moved to start fucking the second one. Andrea mirrored her actions. Watching the screen. She pinched Cindy's nipples when the woman on the screen pinched the others ones and so on. Cindy was going nuts. Andrea was really fucking her like a man. Despite all that she had said, she found herself likeing it. Her fear only helped add to her growing passion. On the screen the women were quickly moving to orgasm. Cindy and Andrea were right in sync with them. When they popped off, so did Cindy and Andrea. But Andrea didn't stop when they did. She kept right on fucking Cindy. She stopped the tape and kept going. Cindy climaxed again, and Andrea kept going. Climaxing herself again she still kept going. She didn't stop until Cindy finally passed out. Then she still kept going until she herself climaxed again. When Cindy came to she was face down on the bed. The ropes had been changed to hold her in that position. "Ready for more?" Andrea asked. "No. Please. That was okay, but please let me go." Cindy cried. "No way babe. I'm not through with you yet." Andrea said. "Please! I'll let you fuck me anyway you want. I'll fuck you anyway you want. I'll even lick your ass if you want. Just let me go!" Cindy pleaded. "Not yet. Maybe later if you'll be good." Andrea said. "But I have to go to the bathroom!" Cindy cried, tears pouring from her eyes. Andrea seemed not to hear her. She now had the hip ropes strung up through hooks in the ceiling. "Daddy put these hooks in so we could separate this into separate bedrooms. If he only knew what else they are good for." Andrea chuckled. She hefted on one rope and Cindy's hips lifted up off the bed. She had to fight to keep it up while she tied it off. Then she pulled the other one up tight. Cindy's ass was up in the air when she was done. She dug into the box and came out with a plastic sheet and jar with a funny shaped attachment screwed on top. She pushed the plastic sheet under Cindy and added a towel to it. Then held the funny attachment up against Cindy's pubic area. She had to swivel the head to find the right orrientation. "Okay, you've got to go, go." Andrea said. "I can't do it this way! Please let me go!" Cindy pleaded. "You don't have any choice. You can either do it this way or try holding it all night. It's your choice." Andrea said. Cindy lay there crying like a baby. Not knowing what to do. Finally the pressure was too much for her and she forced herself to urinate. The yellow liquid passed into the jar below the attachment. She filled it almost to the top before her stream trickled to a stop. "All done?" Andrea asked. Cindy nodded. Embarassed and humiliated. Andrea moved the attachment and daubed her with a towel. Then leaned and licked the area a few times. "That's sick." Cindy said, feeling revolted. "Think so? Just be glad I don't make you drink this. I may yet if you don't be good." Andrea replied. She set the jar on the nightstand in Cindy's view and removed the towel and plastic sheet. She went and dug into the box again. Cindy couldn't see what she was doing. Suddenly she felt a finger again, lubing up her vagina. Another lubed up her anus. Cindy got real scared again. "No please!" she cried. "Shut up. Or I won't be carefull how go about this. I can either make it feel good or I can make it hurt real bad. You decide. But I'm going to do it either way. Do you understand me?" Andrea said, sternly. "Yes." Cindy sobbed, meekly. She continued to sob. Her body shaking as she cried. Suddenly there was something pushing into her vagina. It was big, but it pushed in slow. Cindy gasped and continued to cry. Then she heard a buzzing sound and suddenly something touched her anus. It buzzed and actually felt quite good. Andrea teased the area with the end, dipping the tip into the tender opening carefully, then removing it once more. Dispite her situation Cindy felt herself becoming arroused once more. Her face flushed and her breathing became heavy. Then a second buzzing sound and the tip of another vibrator touched her clitoris. Cindy began to moan as she cried. Then suddenly the object in her vagina was writhing and snaking around like it was alive. Cindy moaned more. Her breath became ragged and shallow. Her hips began to quake. The tip teasing her anus pushed in farther and the object got larger. Andrea was slow as she stretched her out. But she kept the pressure up until the object suddenly seemed to get smaller and her anus hugged it around a narrowed waist. The butt plug was seated and the sensations inside Cindy were like nothing she had ever felt before. Her breath became a ragged wheeze. Andrea twisted the vibrator inside her vagina until a little nubbin vibrated upon her clitoris. Adding itself to the first one. Cindy gasped and her hips began to shake violently. Her orgasm when it hit was merciless. It ravaged her body like nothing she had ever felt and still the stimulus went on. Andrea reached underneath her and pinched her nipples. She moved the one vibrator up onto a spot on Cindy's neck and it triggered another orgasm. Twice as strong as the first. Cindy screamed and emptied her lungs and still it went on. Andrea moved around and Cindy felt her head lifted by her hair. Suddenly Andrea's hips were under her head and she was being guided to lick Andrea between her legs. She had no choice as her mouth was held to Andrea's pussy. Cindy was almost to far gone to notice it. But the strong womanly aroma filled her nostrils and reminded her. She began to lick Andrea. "That's it baby. Eat my pussy." Andrea said, playing the vibrator over her nipples. Something came over Cindy. Suddenly all she felt was lust. She wanted to make Andrea feel what she was. She strained at the ropes as her body convulsed again and again. She lapped at Andrea's pussy like she was possesed. The tingling and writhing inside her seemed to drive her harder by the second. Then time blurred as she began to feel an almost constant orgasm. She entered a realm of lust that she had never dreamed was possible. Anything Andrea wanted to do to her was alright. Andrea seemed to sense the change in Cindy. She pulled back her hips out of range and then flipped over and put her head under Cindy's, kissing her upside down. Cindy kissed back hungrily. The top of their tongues sliding over each others. Andrea stuffed the vibrator into her own vagina and then reached under Cindy to cup and pinch her breasts. Cindy lost all thought and entered a world of pure bliss. Every breath a crying moan of pleasure. Every quiver of her body another wave of goosebumps added to the total bliss. Andrea climaxed and Cindy joined her again and still the stimulation continued. Andrea was suddenly gone from beneath her. She was behind her. Another toy from the box was strapped on and lubricated. The vibrator inside Cindy's vagina was pulled out and replaced by something else. Something like a cock that started fucking her. "Oh god! Yes! Fuck me hard!" Cindy heard herself gasp. Andrea did. Cindy climaxed again and still Andrea kept fucking her. She was also playing with the vibrator in her ass. Pulling it out a bit, stretching her even more. Cindy kept climaxing. Then Andrea pulled out and the vibrator was back. She was doing something else. Suddenly both vibrators were pulled out and cast aside. Then two more took their places. Pushing into her two openings in unison. Cindy felt like both her pussy and her ass were being split wide open. They pushed in until Cindy felt Andrea's hips seated against her ass and thighs. It was like Andrea had grown two penises, one atop the other. She lay for a moment before she started moving again. This time the two stroking into both her pussy and ass. Cindy screamed in orgasm again and again until she passed out. Cindy awoke snuggled atop Andrea. Her ass felt like it was on fire. There was still something inside both her orifices. The vibration was gone. The ropes a bit looser, but still holding her. She felt a powerful need to urinate. Something had changed inside her. She was somehow calmer. Resigned to whatever Andrea was going to do to her. Andrea stired and Cindy kissed her on the cheek. "Mmm Good morning my love. Ready for phase two?" Andrea asked. "I have to urinate." Cindy said, calmly. "Me too. Just a minute." Andrea said, sliding out from under her. She was gone a minute and then came back, pulling the vibrator out of Cindy's vagina. Cindy felt the attachment pressed up against her. "Okay, go." Andrea said. "I can't with that thing in my ass." Cindy complained. "Yes you can, just do it. Or hold it all day." Andrea threatened. Cindy forced herself to go. Halfway through it Andrea switched on the vibrator in her ass and Cindy gasped. The two feelings were like nothing she had ever felt and she felt her body begin to tingle and shake in a gentle orgasm. She moaned. "That's it baby. Just enjoy it." Andrea said, softly stroking her ass cheeks. Cindy did. She forced herself to go some more. Again her abdomen flexed as she experienced another orgasm. This one stronger. Again she forced herself to go. This continued until she was quite releaved and hotter than hell. The attachment was removed and a relubed vibrator replaced it. This was switched on also and Cindy found herself climbing the lust ladder once again. Moaning and writhing in extasy. "You enjoy that for a while, I'm going to go make us some breakfast." Andrea said, kissing her on the ass cheeks. Cindy heard a roll of tape and a piece was placed on her leg, holding the vibrator inside her no matter how she moved. Then Andrea pinched her butt and was gone. Cindy was crying again. Not from pain but from too much pleasure. Her body would suddenly convulse in orgasm after orgasm. She must have had fifteen or twenty of them before Andrea returned. Rather than relieve her, Andrea slid her head under her and began to lick her clitoris. This set Cindy off all over again. She lost all thought finally as she passed out agian. Andrea left the vibrators on. Cindy continued to convuse every now and then in her sleep. She would wake momentarily and moan in orgasm once more. Then pass out again. Andrea set to work. First she used a felt tip marker to draw an "A" on the skin between Cindy's vagina and anus. Not too large, but quite visible she found from across the room. She smiled as she spread a plastic sheet and a towel under Cindy. She swabbed the area with alcohol and then began to work with a small bottle of red ink and a hollow syringe needle. Using a small sponge with red ink in it as she daubed the area as she went over the whole letter with the needle. She had watched a tattoo artist give a girlfriend a rose on her ankle. Now she mimicked his actions manually. It took a long time to complete the tattoo. Every now and then Cindy would wake up wimpering and moaning. Andrea would stop until she was unconscious again, then continue. When she was done she swabbed the area real good with alcohol. Cindy was permanantly branded with her initial. Andrea strapped on the double dildo again. The next time Cindy awoke she was being double fucked once more. Her consciousness not lasting for long. The next time she woke up she was face up on the bed. Both vibrators were gone, but Andrea was softly lapping at her pussy and playing with her nipples. This time Cindy responded almost at once. Andrea moved up atop her and kissed her deeply. She was once again wearing the black leather outfit. Cindy didn't fight it when Andrea began to stroke the phalus inside her. In fact she quite enjoyed it. The ropes were just loose enough for her to help, which she willingly did. "So you are mine?" Andrea asked, pumping into her. "Yes! I am yours!" Cindy gasped back, her hips thrusting up into Andrea's like she was possessed. "How will you prove it?" Andrea asked. "Anything. Anything you wish." Cindy gasped back. "Wear my brand." Andrea said, simply, still pumping. "Your brand? How?" Cindy gasped. "Just say you will. It will not hurt and nobody will see it unless you wish them to." Andrea baited, pumping faster and deeper. "I don't know." Cindy cried, almost to orgasm. "Promise." Andrea demanded, letting up. Cindy was frustrated. Andrea was keeping her on the edge of orgasm. Finally she couldn't take it. "Alright. I promise. I'll wear your brand." she gasped. Andrea grinned at her and began to pump again in earnest. "And you will fuck me whenever I wish? Anywhere, anytime?" Andrea asked. "Yes! I will fuck you. Anyway, anywhere, anytime." Cindy gasped, closing on orgasm. Andrea drove as hard and fast as she could. They past the edge together and both screamed in extasy. Afterward Andrea pulled out and softly stroked and kissed at Cindy's body as they cooled down. "I love you." Cindy moaned, knowing that Andrea owned her forever. "I know you do. I love you too, but I also *own* you." Andrea reminded her. "Yes, you own me." Cindy said, getting tears in her eyes. It was then that Cindy noticed the TV camera set up on the tripod next to the bed. "What's this?" Cindy asked, motioning with her head. "Insurance." Andrea chuckled. She rolled off and shut it off. "Insurance? What do you mean?" Cindy asked, upset. Andrea loosened the ropes on her upper body and had her sit up. Then she took a small mirror and showed her the brand. Cindy got tears in her eyes. "What have you done to me?" she asked, rubbing at the brand and winching as it was tender. "Just what you said I could. You said you would wear my brand. You are. It's permanant. You are mine forever." Andrea said, triumphantly. "I'll have you arrested!" Cindy cried. "Will you now? And how will you explain this?" Andrea asked, taking the recorded tape out of the camcorder and holding it up. "You marked me before that was recorded!" Cindy cried. "Prove it!" Andrea dared. Cindy suddenly realized she couldn't. The tape would show her willingly fucking Andrea, even if she was tied up. It would have recorded her words. Andrea could just say she had tattooed her after the tape. There was no way she could prove otherwise. Andrea had her. "What do you want?" Cindy asked, resigned. "Just what you promised. That you will fuck me anytime I wish, anyway I wish, anywhere I wish. You are mine." Andrea said, smugly. Cindy dropped her head and nodded. Tears dripping from her eyes. Andrea left the room with the tape. She came back sometime later with two plates on a tray. She set the tray down and then moved to remove Cindy's bindings. "Kiss me." Andrea commanded. Cindy complied, complacently. What else could she do? Andrea slipped a padded collar onto Cindy's neck and added a leash to it before she undid the ropes on the cuffs. She left the cuffs on. "You can walk around a bit if you want. The tape is in a safe place. You will never find it." Andrea announced. Cindy nodded and got off the bed. She bent a bit and stretched her legs. She winced a bit as her whole underside hurt. "Pretty good fucking you got huh?" Andrea teased. Cindy just nodded. Andrea pulled her to her by the leash. "Kiss me." she ordered. Cindy did. "Again, better." Andrea said. Cindy did, this time deeper. "Once more. Make it really good." Andrea demanded. Cindy nodded and kissed her for all she was worth. "That's better. When I ask to get kissed from now on, I want to be kissed like that. Clear?" Andrea asked. Cindy nodded. "Kiss me." Andrea said. Again Cindy kissed her for all she was worth. "Okay, lick my pussy." Andrea said. Cindy looked down and pointed. A penis hung before Andrea. Andrea smhled and dismounted it. Cindy seeing the inside piston as she pulled it out. Once the area was clear Andrea leaned back and spread her legs. The outfit now crotchless. Cindy got on her knees before her and began to lap at her pussy. Andrea moaned in delight. Every so often she would jerk on the leash and say "Kiss me." to Cindy. Cindy would stop her licking and move up and kiss her like she had. Then return to her pussy. Finally Andrea's hips raised in orgasm. Cindy followed them with her mouth and kept licking until Andrea told her to stop. Cindy stopped. "Alright. You can eat now. But kiss me first." Andrea told her. Cindy nodded and moved to kiss her. Andrea led her around all day on the leash, like a dog. Cindy complacent to her whims as she walked from room to room, seemingly at random. Cindy said she needed to go to the bathroom. "Okay, you can use the toilet this time, I'll watch." Andrea said. "I have to poop." Cindy said. "Okay, I'll still watch." Andrea said. Cindy looked at her. Andrea was inflexible. Finally Cindy nodded and Andrea led her to the bathroom. "Can't I have any privacy?" Cindy asked. "No, not from me. You are mine." Andrea reminded her. "But I don't know if I can go while your in here." Cindy cried. "Try." Andrea simply said. Cindy had tears in her eyes, but sat on the toilet. It took a long time, but finally she started. Suddenly Andrea leaned to her. "Kiss me." she demanded. Cindy found herself kissing her as she pooped. Andrea made her keep doing it. Tears streaming down Cindy's face, but she kept it up. "Okay. I just wanted to remind you." Andrea said. She left the room, dropping the leash for the moment. Cindy looked at the end with tears in her eyes. Andrea came back with a key and removed the cuffs from her wrists and ankles. "Just wipe and flush. Then call me." Andrea said, leaving the room. Cindy nodded to her before she left. She finished up and then called Andrea. Andrea came in nude, her outfit off. She removed the belt and collar from Cindy and then guided her into a hot shower. There she turned to Cindy. "Kiss me." she said. Cindy moved to comply. The collar no longer needed. To remind her that she belonged to Andrea. She hardly noticed when Andrea used her finger to wash her ass for her. Then had her do the same to her. They washed each other, kissing often. Sharing a kiss as they washed each others hair. Then Andrea stepped out and left Cindy shivering as she made her dry her first. Then she took the towel and lovingly dried Cindy. They dried and brushed out each others hair using a blow dryer. "And now, my love. We will go back to bed. We will make love as we have never made love before. It will be sweet and tender. Not just fucking. I will kiss your soreness away. We will know the bliss of each others touch." Andrea said, leading Cindy by the hand. To Cindy's amazement and pleasure, it was all of that. They kissed tenderly and stroked each other softly. They pleased each other mutually in the sixty-nine position and separately laying half atop each other. Later they softly caressed each other to sleep. Cindy awoke snuggled to Andrea's body. She smiled. It felt good. Somewhere she had lost her bitterness. Somehow she didn't mind all that had been done to her. It was late, about two in the morning. She softly laid her lips upon Andrea's neck and she stirred and pulled her into her arms. "kiss me." Andrea said. Cindy didn't hesitate. Later Andrea led her to the bathroom by the hand. She held it as she urinated. Then Cindy took her spot and releaved herself. She wipped the last drops and then Andrea bid her to brush her teeth. They both did. Andrea pulled her into her arms and kissed her tenderly. "Now. What would you like to do?" Andrea asked. "Make love." Cindy replied. "No longer mad at me?" Andrea asked. "No. I love you." Cindy replied. "You are mine?" Andrea asked. "I am yours. I wear your brand." Cindy replied. "And Monday?" Andrea asked. "What about it?" Cindy asked. "Will you show your brand to Miss Alvey?" Andrea asked. Cindy suddenly looked a bit scared. "What do you mean?" she asked, shakily. "You know. When you bend and show her your pussy like you did all last week. Will you show her that you are mine?" Andrea asked. Cindy seemed trapped. She didn't know what to do. "Are you mine, or not?" Andrea asked. "I am yours. Yes." Cindy replied, tears growing in her eyes. "Kiss me." Andrea commanded. Cindy responded immediately. Andrea led her back to the bedroom. She crawled up onto the bed. "Come lick my ass." she commanded. Cindy moved onto the bed and pushed her tongue between Andrea's cheeks. Using her fingers to spread them. She lapped at Andrea's anus. "Kiss me." Andrea commanded. Cindy moved and kissed her. "Now.... will you show your brand to Miss Alvey?" Andrea asked. Cindy thought about what she had just done. She nodded. Andrea grinned at her. "Sit on my face." she said, laying on her back. Cindy moved over her head and abandoned herself to Andrea's tongue. Later Andrea had her shift around into the sixty-nine positon and they pleased each other many times before they caressed each other to sleep. The next morning Andrea awoke first. She kissed Cindy tenderly until she awoke. "Go brush your teeth and use the toilet. Call me when you are through." Andrea commanded. Cindy complied without question. After a time she called Andrea. Andrea came in and brushed her teeth, then sat on the toilet. It was clear it wasn't just urination. After she started she turned to Cindy, who was waiting, embarassed. "Kiss me." Andrea commanded. Cindy complied, bending to do so. "See, you *are* mine. Show me your brand." Andrea said. Cindy turned and bent over. Andrea grabbed her hips and pulled them back into her tongue. Andrea licked her from her clit to her anus. Pushing her tongue into the orifice. Cindy abandon to her attack. Andrea finished up on the toilet and then led them into the shower. "Kiss me." she said. Cindy complied. "Now. We have licked each others asses. We have kissed right afterwards. We have fucked and we have made love. Which do you prefer? Would you rather fuck or make love?" Andrea asked. "Make love." Cindy replied. "You are mine?" Andrea asked. "I am yours." Cindy said. "You will show your brand to Miss Alvey tomorrow?" Andrea asked. Cindy nodded. "Say it." "I will show my brand to Miss Alvey. I will bend over as we did all last week. She will see that I am yours....which is what you desire.... that is why you branded me." Cindy replied. "I branded you because you are mine. I want you to show her that because she will be mine too. She will wear my brand by the time I am through. I will share her with you. She will lick both our asses." Andrea said, distantly. "What if she say's something Monday? What do I tell her?" Cindy asked. "What's she going to say: '*I was just looking at your pussy and I notice you have the letter -A- tattooed between your pussy and your ass. What does it mean?*' No, she will say nothing, but she will know that you are mine." Andrea said. "Do you love me at all?" Cindy asked. "Of course I do. But does it matter? You are mine." Andrea said, reaching around and running her fingers between Cindy's ass cheeks, washing it. Cindy sort of nodded to herself. "Okay, this is what we're going to do: Miss Alvey runs in the park every Saturday....." Andrea began, laying out her plan. The girls made love the rest of the day. They were all packed up and ready when Andrea's father came to pick them up. There was no trace of the activities of the weekend at the cabin. All the *toys* were safely stuffed back into Andrea's backpack. The tape under a rock hiding place she had known about for years. Since she was a little girl. Cindy was stangely silent on the return trip. "What's wrong, Cindy? You seem kind of quiet." Andrea's father asked on the drive. "Nothing. I'm just a bit tired. We played games kind of late last night and then got up early to study." she replied. Andrea smiled at her. She was tempted to tell her to *kiss her*, but she'd done that as her father had pulled in, just before he came inside. Chapter Three Over the weekend a few other things of merit occured. One of which was that Betty talked to June -*FP-* about Denise teaching a computer class. She left out Denise's flushed response to finding herself point blank to Betty's nipples. "The district would never go for it. We don't have the money." June said. "Don't feed me that crap. You can get the computers contributed from local businesses. They get a tax write off for the full value of obsolete equipment they have to replace anyway. The stuff it too slow for buisiness, but just fine for introducing the kids to what's going on. Even I understand them enough to know that's how it works, and I'm a computer illiterate." Betty replied. "I guess I could do that. Why would I want to?" June asked. "Because Denise deserves a break. You didn't cut her any slack when she was assigned to you. You know she's a science teacher. That's what she's wanted to be since she was in junior high. It's that kind of teacher that you need. The kind that will inspire the kids. The kids are why you need teachers like her. I think you forget that sometimes." Betty said. "And what would be my motivation for sticking a teacher in another area if I had a place to put them in their own?" June asked. Betty looked at her a moment. "Several, I should think; Mainly as a test. For both them and me. You put new women teachers in the gym to see how they are affected by hundreds of unclothed budding girls. You watch and have me watch for any indication they may have leanings, and if they do, then how well they handle them. If they have any such inclination then they will not be able to long hide it. The temptation to at least look long and hard will be there. Too strong to ignore. That is why you had me give her both ninth grade classes. To expose her to the ripest of the bunch. At the same time you watch me. To see if I have any inclination towards the new teachers. This tells you if there is anything I'm not telling you about their inclinations, and also how serious I am about you. You are testing me to see if I will be faithfull to you." Betty said. "Bravo. I give you an *A* for your perception. Now how does this relate to the present situation?" June baited. "You think because I wish to give the kid a break that it indicates that she has demonstrated some inclination that is atttracting me. But you'd be wrong about that. If she's got any inclination she hides it a whole lot better than you or I. She found herself staring point blank at my nipples just Friday. She hardly blinked. Just turned back to what she was doing. Her persona presented to the students is one of aloofness and competance. The dymanic duo have taken a shine to her and she's shown not the slightest sign they are getting to her. I just like the kid. She's nice. Fact is that I would be thrillled to death if she did show *some* inclination. I'd *like* to fuck the shit out of her. In answer to my faithfullness to you; I will continue to fuck you as long as it is mutually pleasurable. I will also fuck whomever else I feel like if I am in the mood and they are. I told you that up front. So don't go trying to be possessive of me. And don't take your insecurities out on an innocent kid just because she didn't cow-tow to your mantra." Betty said. "God you make me hot. She is alluring, isn't she." June asked, pulling Betty to her. . "She's got the most incredible green eyes I ever saw. You are correct that I am attracted. But not as to the reason. If she'd shown me any hint of returned interest, I would have been with her this weekend instead of you. The best I could weasle out of her was an hour a night while she shows me how to run a computer. She's giving me lessons for an hour every night after school until I get it. Computers, that is. In the meantime you get started on gathering equipment for the computer class. I know you have the contacts. I want this kid to be happy. If you don't help me make her happy I may just lose interest in you." Betty threatened, knowing she was quite safe in doing so. "Alright. You win. Now fuck me." June said, pulling Betty atop her. "As long as I enjoy it. But you are secure for now." Betty replied, beginning to move her hips. >From the first stroke years before June had been her virtual slave. Now was no different as she drove her huge clit into June's smaller, but very sensitive one. She would do as she asked. Denise had a fairly haunted weekend alone. She was haunted by images of both Betty's unique physiology and two less unique but no less appealing ones. Those of Cindy and Andrea. She sensed that she had made an error in saying anything at all to Cindy. She should have just let it ride. In handling it the way she had, she had made herself vulnerable to the pair. Their show the rest of the week had been an act of defiance. A defiance that was undoubtedly instigated by Andrea. Cindy was scared to death, just *more* scared of incurring Andrea's displeasure. Andrea had some kind of hold over Cindy. A strong one. In talking to Cindy, Denise had challenged Andrea's authority over her. Denise expected further repercussions over that. Andrea's smiling open invitation that she had ignored on Friday would have challenged the girl. Denise feared that Cindy would be the implement of her further enticement. Perhaps to Cindy's detriment. Next Andrea would do something to show Denise just how much control she had over Cindy. She'd do that by having Cindy show some kind of act of submission in plain view of Denise. She just hoped that it wasn't in plain view of anybody else. Denise's little fling in college had promted her to minor in psychology. She would have made a very good psychologist, had she been inclined to that. But science of any kind was her first love. Psychology was just the science of understanding human behavior.... as much as anybody could. But people like Andrea were open books to her. As were those like Cindy. She much prefered people like Cindy. She hadn't been *that* surprised by Betty and June. Not in their inclinations. Only in their flaunting the danger so blatantly. Had a janitor or something walked in on them, then it would have cost them a lot. Mostly Denise was just facinated with Betty's huge clit. She sat looking at an image that her computer had captured while Betty was dressing behind her. It was just a reflection off the glass behind the computer. Mostly the mind would ignore such a reflection. The images behind the glass were much clearer and most alluring. But Denise was looking at the reflection. It showed Betty in silloette. Her huge clit clearly visible behind her thin satin panties. Like a small penis. Denise rubbed her own as she gazed at it. Thinking of how she could safely get into a position where she could experience it. She lifted her hips in orgasm as she imagined it driving into her like a cock. Afterwards she had set up a slide show of the weeks flesh-flash that Andrea and Cindy had put on for her. Watching it from her bed she had driven herself to experience several more body wracking orgasms. From this emerged a burning desire for Cindy and a resolve in her handling of Andrea. Andrea needed her wings clipped before she hurt Cindy, mentally, certainly. But possibly even physically. Denise didn't have a clue how to do that at the moment. That's what haunted her dreams the most as she slept on Sunday night. The solution that presented itself to her on Monday morning as she dressed for work was something that Denise didn't want to do. It was too damn dangerous. It could easily cost her her whole career. The only answer her subconscious had come up with was that she had to both take Cindy from Andrea, and make Andrea subservant to *her*. Even the results of this were unpredictable. Andrea could become obsessed with her to the point where her actions were oblivious to the consequences. Likely she would be. Andrea lived in a fantasy world of sexualy induced phobias, fetishes and excesses. To break her out of her *modus operandi*, Denise would have to uncover and reveal whatever traumatic experience in Andrea's past was driving her. She didn't trust the system to deal with the problem. They would just suspect *her* for noticing. Cindy would suffer most from any investigation. In fact Cindy was likely to be the victim of whichever direction this all took. This is what most distressed Denise. She couldn't just walk away from the girl. She needed Denise; bad! If for no other reason than to be free of Andrea. These things were on Denise's mind as she sat sipping coffee in her office getting ready for her first class. She saw the girls drifting in and start to disrobe. Finally Andrea and Cindy came in. Cindy looked downright pale from fear. Denise knew something was up. Andrea was wearing a monigramed sweater with a letter A in script on it. She turned toward the window and slowly drew a circle around the letter. Turned and said something to Cindy. Cindy looked paniced, but complied. She removed her skirt and then turned her back to the window and slowly pushed her panties down. It took a moment for Denise to see the tattoo. She reached out and punched ctrl-shift-P on her computer, which promted it to take a snapshot at that moment and store it, no matter what mode it was in. Cindy remained bent over for a long time. Andrea stood looking straight at the window making a little circle around her monigram. The message was unmistakable. Andrea was showing Denise that she *owned* Cindy. Denise was distressed, but not half as much as she was *pissed off*. If that was a real tatttoo -as it apeared to be- Cindy was marked for life. Andrea finally turned and started to undress, she turned and said something to Cindy, who nodded and started to dress for gym. Denise was on her feet about to act before she stopped herself. She had scheduled for Betty after school, so she couldn't talk to the pair then. She didn't want this to spread any farther. It was already almost out of hand. She had to do something, and quick. Andrea's challenge must be met immediately or it would go even harder on Cindy. She took a deep breath and composed herself. Using self-hypnosis to calm herself. A trick she had learned that let her smile at just about any situation she would ever encounter. No matter how serious, as this was shaping up to be; very *serious*! When she was calm and collected Denise grabbed her clipboard and whistle. Her face showed nothing but her resolve as she walked out of her office. She stepped to the area where Andrea and Cindy were dressing. Andrea turned to her defiantly, nude from the waist up. Cindy looked paniced. "I want to see both of you in my office at lunch time. You *will* be there." Denise said, sternly, then turned to leave. "What about?" Andrea asked, half chuckling. Denise looked around before she turned back. "Don't *fuck* with me! You know what this is about. Just be there." she said, then left. Cindy was visibly shaken. She was on the edge of tears. When Andrea turned to her. Andrea wore half a look of triumph... the other half of bewilderment. She hadn't expected Denise's attitude. She was puzzled because she couldn't fathom why Denise was angry. She saw Cindy's reaction. "Don't worry. Just leave your panties off when you dress after gym." she said, softly. Cindy looked even more scared. "I don't think that's a good idea. She was *mad*! I've never seen her that mad at anything." she said, fighting her tears off. "Just do it. I know what I'm doing." Andrea said, pulling on her sports bra and top. She jogged away, leaving Cindy alone. Cindy sighed and finished dressing. Denise watched her class with her normal interest. Showing the resolve of proficiency to purpose. They went through the warm up Calestenics and then Denise stepped up. "Okay, today were going to practice rope climbing. I think you will find it harder than it looks. *Andrea*, why don't you come show us how it's done." she said, inidicating towards a long thick rope hanging to one side from the high ceiling. A group of thick mats surrounded it. "Candice, you hold the rope once she gets started. Andrea, climb up to the third knot if you can." she said. Andrea looked smug as she stepped to the rope. Denise knew that the smugness wouldn't last. Ropes were a bitch to climb. Andrea started up the rope, as soon as she was high enough, Candice stepped in to hold the rope down from swinging. "If she falls just step out of her way." Denise told her. Candice nodded. Andrea found it was harder than it looked. Much harder. She was only to the first knot before her arms were screaming at her. She tried with all her might, but couldn't make it even to the second knot. "Alright, that's high enough. My point was to show you all how hard it really is. This will take time and lots of practice. Come down, Andrea, slow. Candice get out from under her." Denise directed. Candice gladly stepped aside as Andrea slid down the rope. A little too quick. The rope burned her hands a bit. But she didn't fall. There was a look of defeat upon Andrea's face. "Now I'll show you. Watch how I use my legs in conjunction with my arms. This is the way to climb a rope." Denise said, moving to the rope. She dismissed Candice and told Andrea to hold the rope down solid once she got started. Andrea glared at her but nodded. She wouldn't dare let the rope loose in front of the whole class. Denise thanked her lucky stars that she had been taught how to climb a rope while she was in junior high. It was something she did well. She had kept in practice at it ever since, because it was such a good upper body workout. She did it regularly all through college and had in fact practiced many times just that quarter when no one was around. She showed confident proficiency as she grasped the rope and started up it. Once high enough she twisted it around her leg and then went up the rope like an acrobat. She went up past the top knot all the way to the top of the high gym. She looked down and Andrea was staring up at her in awe. The whole class was. To them she was an *old lady*. "Now, to get down... Take it slow. Your legs control your decent. If you come down too fast you will get a rope burn. Falling is *not an option*. No matter how scared you get, falling will feel worse. Just hang on and make sure you wrap your leg in the rope. It will hold you better than the small area of your hands. See how much of the rope contacts my leg? Think about that compared to the size of your hands." Denise called down to the class. Betty had stepped in and stopped dead in her tracks. She was just as in awe as the students. She knew ropes were a bitch. She had never seen anyone climb it all the way to the ceiling. She watched in silent growing respect as Denise slowly decended the rope. Andrea stepped aside as she got to the bottom. "Alright, you can go back to the class, Andrea. The rest of you split up into your squads. Practice going up to the second knot if you can, but try to force yourself to at least the first one. If you get stuck, don't panic. Just take a deep breath and don't look down. Take it slow. Don't let the rope just slip through your hands. It will burn you. Okay, lets get to it." Denise concluded. She stood back watching as the class split into groups. Each with their own rope. "One spotter holding the rope, the rest keep back until your turn. The spotter goes up after the climber is down. The next girl steps in as spotter." Denise called as Betty came up to her. "Just how the hell did you do that?" Betty asked, quietly. "Who, little old *science major* me?" Denise giggled back. "You may be a science major but ropes are a bitch. I've never been able to climb one very well myself." Betty said, still quietly. "I had a good teacher. I was just like these girls when I learned. I just kept it up ever since. It's an excellent upper body workout. I'll show you tonight after school so you can practice and show your classes." Denise said, quietly, watching her girls struggle to match her, or even make it to the first knot, about eight feet up. "That's far enough, Candice. Don't strain that hand you cut!" she called to the girl. Candice nodded and slid back down. She was amost to the second knot. "Think you're up to doing that seven times today? I'd like you to show my classes too. I don't care much for heights. I could never look down at the class like you did." Betty whispered. "Sure, be glad to. I'll feel it tomorrow though." Denise chuckled. "Whatever you can. I'd be gratefull. Maybe spit it up between two days." Betty said. "No, better to do it all in one. I'd be too stiff tomorrow after doing it four times today." Denise replied, keeping an eye on her girls. "Wrap your leg in the rope, Tracy. You'll never make it that way! Remember what I said about surface area. I know the rope is rough, but you can take it." she called to one of the girls. "See you in the office." Betty said, slipping away. Denise nodded to her, keeping her eyes on her girls. "That's high enough, Andrea. Come back down now." she called. Andrea glared at her but forced herself to slide back down. Fact was that she couldn't have gone much further up, even using the technique that Denise had. After the girls were excused to shower, Denise stepped back into the office. She glanced out the window as Andrea and Cindy undressed for the shower. Andrea looked creastfallen. She had been humilitated in front of the whole class by Denise. That had been Denise's intention. The first step in clipping her wings was to show her that she was not *Supergirl*. "Pretty neat trick on that rope. Now, how the hell do you do it?" Betty asked, climbing into her trunks. Denise sat down and looked over at her and grinned. "The legs are the whole secret. The surface area of the rope on the leg is much larger than that of the hands. You wrap it round your leg and grip it between the two. This lets you push up to get a higher grip with your hands. Then you aren't really pulling up with your arms as much as you are just holding on while your legs get a higher grip." she explained. "I can see that. Makes sense. Nobody ever explained it to me before like that." Betty said, thoughtfully. She was nude on top. She pulled on her sports bra and top. "So how was your weekend?" Denise asked. "Quite nice. And yours?" Betty asked. "Okay, I guess." Denise said, distractedly. "You don't sound so sure." Betty chuckled. "Oh, just thinking about the best way to handle a problem." Denise said. "Anything I can help with?" Betty offered. "No, I don't think so. I know what needs doing, it's just figuring the best way to do it. But thanks for offering." Denise said, cryptically. "Student problem?" Betty asked. "Yeah, two of them. Can you make yourself scarce at lunch? I've asked them to come in for a little talk." Denise asked. "Sure, no problem. Just let me know if you need any help or advise. I have been at this a while." Betty said, grinning. Denise smiled at her. "Thanks. I'll keep it in mind. I think I can handle it okay." she said. The bell rang and her students filed out. Denise had noticed that Cindy had not doned her panties when she dressed, just quickly wrapped her skirt around her. It forbode badly for the conference. Another of Andrea's defiant actions. Quite predictable, really. The pair filed out. A look of cool anger on Andrea's face. Denise smiled a bit to herself. Score one for her. Betty's class filed in and dressed for class. "I'm on. You'll come out after calestenics?" Betty asked. "Sure. I'll be out." Denise said, distantly, staring into space. Betty looked at her a moment. Whatever was bothering her, it was more than just a simple problem like she said. She'd talk to her about it after school durring her tutorial. She headed out to get her class started. Denise climbed the rope to the top three more times before lunch. Each time giving her little speech at the top. At lunch time she knew the last three would be tough climbs. Betty headed out the door just as Andrea and Cindy filed in. With a wave of understanding Betty realized the nature of Denise's problem. It was not a new one. Betty had been dealing with Andrea for three years. She sighed and headed out. Denise locked the door after her. Andrea and Cindy sat before her desk. Cindy, scared to death. Andrea smugly defiant. Denise sat down. "Now. I guess you know what this is all about. Cindy undoubtedly told you about our little talk, so do you mind telling me just what the fuck you think you are doing?" Denise said, looking square at Andrea. "I'm making a point. You fooled with my property." Andrea replied, evenly. Cindy winced like she'd been slapped. "Your property?" Denise asked. Andrea turned to Cindy. "Show her your tits." she said. Cindy looked like she was about to cry. She looked trapped, but she lifted her top and revealed her breasts. Then lowered her top again. "And this makes you feel good? Showing me you have her scared enough to risk being expelled?" Denise said easily. This was not the response Andrea expected. What was Miss Alvey doing? Andrea looked confused. She thought a further demonstration was in order. "Kiss me." she said to Cindy. Cindy half sobbed as she moved her head over to kiss her. Andrea held her head a long time before releasing her. "Okay, you've made your point." Denise said, icily. "Not quite. Show her your brand." Andrea commanded. Cindy had tears pouring from her eyes as she stood and turned away. She bent over and lifted the back of her skirt. Andrea's initial clearly visible. "That's enough!" Denise exploded, "Cindy, wait outside, I'll talk to you later. I'll sign your excuse if you're are late. Andrea, sit your ass back in that chair before I drop you on it!" she said, anger fuming on her face. Cindy half sobbed as she retreated, twisting the lock open on the door. She closed it behind her. Denise turned to Andrea who was frankly shocked at the response. "Now, What do you think you proved by this?" Denise asked. "I proved that I own her ass." Andrea said, defiantly. "You really think so? I'll tell you what you really proved. It proved what a cold hearted bitch you really are. You have no regaurd at all for someone who clearly loves you very dearly. As far as owning her, you have made your point that you control her. That just means that you are a manipulative bitch. It's not something to be proud of, as you obviously are. That smugness is going to get your ass expelled from school if you keep it up. Not only expelled, but you can look forward to years of facing shrinks who won't be in the slightest bit simpathetic to your little game of dominance. I thought I was doing you and Cindy a favor by giving her a warning. You are turning that favor into a personal vendetta against me. I won't tolerate it. I'll gladdly throw your ass to the wolves before I will let you hurt that girl one more time. Do you have any idea the humiliation you just caused her? Do you call that love? You are sick Andrea. You better get yourself some councelling and you'd better do it quick. Because there will never be a next warning. Next time you are out of school after your parents are notified exactly what your little game is. You think permanantly tattooing your initial on someone makes you own them? Nobody owns anybody. Least of all a manipulative bitch like you. You may control her temporarily and think you are hot shit because of that. But if your little power trip gets known then you are going to be branded yourself as a bull-dike. That's the kind of life you are headed towards. Someday you will be old and lonely. You won't have your beauty to attract innocent victims to your dominance games. Between now and then you would never be allowed into another gym. Nobody would ever trust you again around undressed girls. The girls themselves would shun you in your other classes. They would whisper about you and giggle behind your back. Is that what you want? Cause that's exactly where you are headed. Now.... you are suspended from my class for a week. Don't even come in the locker room or I'll have you into the pricipals office faster than your ass can catch up. And we'll make it permanant. You think about it for that week. If I see any other indicatiors or any more of your bullshit you will be kicked out of school. That also means that if I see that you try to take this out on Cindy that I will have your ass into a juvenile detention hall the next hour. Now do you understand me?" Denise asked, angrily. Andrea was in tears. Her game had been turned against her. She felt her whole world shattered. Her house of cards came tumbling down and she found herself sobbing. She didn't respond to Denise's question. "I said: *Do you understand me?*" Denise demanded. Andrea nodded, continuing to sob. "Yes." she managed, meekly. "I hope you do. Because I will not be so easy on your ass next time. Next time you are out permanantly *after* I talk to your parents. Now get out. Stay away from Cindy or I will do it anyway. Go on get." Denise said. Andrea got shakily to her feet. Denise held the door for her. "Come in Cindy." Denise said, softly after Andrea had left. Cindy had tears pouring out of her eyes. Denise softly closed the door. She gently pulled Cindy to her and she sobbed against her. She held her tenderly and let her cry herself out. "It's okay. I know it's all Andrea. You don't have to worry. I won't let her hurt you anymore. Just let it all out." Denise told her softly. Cindy continued to sob against her for a long time. Finally Denise seated her and got her a drink of water and some tissues. Cindy nodded her thanks. "Now. Take a couple of long slow breaths and tell me how you got mixed up with Andrea." Denise said. Cindy continued to cry, but started talking. She told Denise of her relationship with Andrea from the previous summer. Denise listened with patience and non-judgemental understanding. Cindy told her everything, including most of the previous weekend. Finally she ran down, exhausted. "It's not you, Cindy. Andrea is a manipulative bitch. She's using classic mind control techniques on you. She does not love you. She is using you for her own ego game. Now, I'm going to give you the name of a book. Written about studies of brainwashing used against our soldiers durring the Korean and Vietnam wars. It also talks about religious cults and such. I think you will find it very interesting. I want you to check it out from the library and read it. I want you to stay away from Andrea until you have read it completely. I'm not going to tell your folks. I think you'd better go home for the rest of the day. You are *not* being punished. I just know you are upset and probably exhausted. Just tell your mom you think you have flu or something, go home and rest. I'll see you tomorrow morning. Do *not* take Andrea's calls when she makes them, do not answer the door to her. Do not see her at all if you can avoid it. Stop at the library and get this book on the way home. Read it. It is the road to your freedom from Andrea's dominance." Denise said, handing her a slip of paper with the book name on it and an excuse for the rest of the day. Cindy took the papers shakily. "Cindy. What you do now will affect the rest of your life. All I want to do is give you a chance... a choice. You don't have that now. Your whole life revolves around Andrea. If you let that continue, then you're going to get hurt real bad when Andrea is through playing with you. Which is all she is doing. I don't want to see that happen. Read the book. When you understand what she is doing to you. Then you can decide what you wish to do. I will help you any way I can. I know a counsellor you can talk to who will really help you, if you wish. I know, she did *me*. So I know what I am talking about. Okay?" Denise asked. "You? She helped you?" Cindy asked, startled. "Yes, I was just like you are now about another person once. I was lucky enough to get directed to the right people. They helped me get my life back. I only tell you this because I know what you are going through. I *feel* what you do. Okay?" Denise asked, softly. Cindy looked at her with hope in her eyes. She nodded. Denise hugged her and then showed her out the door. Andrea was waiting in the hall, still weeping. "I told you to get out. I meant it." Denise said evenly. Andrea nodded and retreated out the door. "Go out the other door. Don't see her. Okay?" Denise told Cindy. Cindy nodded and headed out the other way. Betty caught just the tail end of the encounter. She stepped into the office and waited for Denise's return. Denise came back in, closed the door and sat down wearily. "So, Andrea's up to her old tricks agian?" Betty asked, softly. Denise looked up at her in shocked surprise. Betty half chuckled. "I had her for two years before you. Remember, I said I have been at this a while." she said. Denise sighed and nodded. "Well, it looked like you clipped her wings pretty good and have a handle on who the instigator is. You want to talk about it?" Betty asked. Denise sighed and nodded again. "So take a deep breath and tell me all about it." Betty said. Denise smiled at her and did. "Well, I could have warned you what Andrea's reaction would have been. But you didn't know that. She doesn't seem to learn. She did much the same thing last year. I think it all started about the start of her seventh grade year. I don't know what happened to her. But I think it was pretty traumatic. She started her dominance game shortly after that. You handled it very well. Much better than I did, I think. How did you know about the book that you told Cindy about?" Betty asked. "It once helped me." Denise replied, looking away. "You had a lesbian affair?" Betty asked, softly. Denise looked at her, afraid. Then looked away, not knowing how to answer. "You don't have to worry about me, babe. I think you *know* how I *lean*. I'm just a bit surprised that you hide it so well. So this gym thing must be torture for you." Betty said, still softly. "No, it's not so bad. Mostly I don't have any inclinations to do anything that is going to damage either my career or the girls. I genuinely care about them and know the effect an indiscretion could have upon them. The most vulnerable I am, are to those like Cindy, as I know what they are going through. I want to show them that love doesn't have to be like that. But I can't. That hurts." Denise said, misty eyed. "*Wise* as well as bright. You're some lady, you know that?" Betty said, softly. Denise looked at her sharply. "Thanks. I quite like you too. Shall we go climb some ropes?" Denise asked, climbing to her feet. Betty grinned at her. "Yeah, I may as well be the victim of your humiliaton this time. I'm quite secure as a human being. Nice trick that. With Andrea I mean. But watch your back with that one. She won't forget that." she said. "Yeah, I figured as much. I'd like to get her to a counselor I know. I don't know how I could force her to go though without the whole thing turning into a major scandal for her." Denise said. Betty looked at her a moment. "You really do care, don't you. Even about that manipulative little bitch." she stated. Denise nodded. "Yeah, I'm a genuine sap." she said. "They're lucky to have teachers like you. I just hope you survive. That kind of concern usually goes away pretty fast or people like you do. It's too easy for parents and school boards to reach the wrong conclusions. If they had any clue of yours... or my inclinations then we would be out on our asses and branded for life like you told Andrea. I'll help any way I can." Betty said. "And what about your career?" Denise asked. "What career? I'm a jock. I just go where I can be a jock. If I get stuck teaching english I will still be a jock." Betty giggled. "Well, come on, jock. Lets go do some jock stuff." Denise chuckled. Betty made it all the way to the second knot before she shivered and slid back down. Once again Denise went to the top. Then twice more for the later classes. She was sore as hell after school. "God, my arms feel like lead." she moaned after Betty's last class. "Come on. I know just the cure for that. A long soak in a hot tub. I just happen to have one." Betty said. "What about your lesson?" Denise asked. "One day is not going to get me any farther behind in the world of technology. You hurt because I asked you for a favor. The least I can do is to help alleviate it the best I can." Betty said, dragging her to her feet. "Alright. You talked me into it. God knows I can use it." Denise said, grabbing her bag. She followed Betty out to the parking lot. "Just follow me. Here's the address if you fall behind." she said, handing her a card. "Okay. I'll be right behind you." Denise said, climbing into her car. The two cars pulled out. "Follow those cars." Andrea said from the back of the taxi. "Which one?" the driver asked. "They're probably going to the same place. But the blue one if they are not." Andrea replied. "Sure, kid. It's your money. But I think you've been watching too many old movies." the driver chuckled. "Just don't lose them." Andrea replied, her voice as cold as ice. The driver didn't know what it was about, but the girl had shown him a wad of cash. He didn't care much why she wanted to follow them. They pulled into the drive of a large house and Betty pointed where Denise should park. Denise was more than a little impressed with the house. Not something one bought on a teachers salary. She made mention of this. "That would be why I don't give a shit if I get into trouble helping you with Andrea. My folks are fairly well to do. They gave me this house as a graduation present." Betty chuckled. She led Denise inside and gave her the tour. The house was incredible, it had it's own large gym and a large hydrotherapy tub. Betty set it running and then stripped off her clothes. Denise did the same, unconcerned. She stayed unconcerned when Betty glanced at her several times before she climbed in the tub. "I'll be back in a sec." Betty told her. Denise nodded to her with her eyes closed, letting the hot water buffet her body. Betty returned and handed her a plastic wine glass, holding her own as she climbed in the tub. As she stepped over the edge Denise got a close up view of her uniquely large clitoris. She flushed at the sight. She forced herself to look away. Betty caught it and grinned at her as she settled in. Denise sipped her wine, smiling in appreciation. "Thank you. This is just what I needed." she said, eyes closed. "Quite welcome. I do this myself quite a bit. I seldom have company near as lovely, though." Betty replied. Denise blushed a bit as she opened her eyes to look at Betty. "Making a pass at me?" she asked, casually. "No, not unless you want. I'm content enough with myself I don't have to try to possess every pretty woman I meet." Betty replied, sipping her wine. Denise leaned back with her eyes closed again. "How did it all get so crazy? I mean... you and I. We'd both love to help both those girls. Our desires aside. We're both concerned over them. But we can't help them because of what we are. Because of how it might be interpreted. Cindy needs to talk to a councelor or she's going to get hurt real bad. But I can just picture the conversaton with her folks; Your daughter is a *lesbian*, but that's *not* the problem." she said. "Yeah, I know what you mean. Their next stop would be to the school board and you'd be out on your ass." Betty said. "So what's the answer?" Denise asked, sipping her wine some more. "I don't have a clue. You're the smart one. I'm just a jock." Betty replied. Denise looked at her a moment. "Why do you do that? You know damn well that those stereotypes never mean what people use them to mean. You like athletics, people call you a jock. I like science, people call me a nerd. You know damn well that neither applies. So why do you brand yourself with that shit? You're much more and you know it." she said. "Am I?" Betty asked, softly. "Aren't you? I saw the books you have in your library. You can learn a lot about a person from their library." Denise said, chuckling. Betty grinned at her. "I may not have read them." she said. "And have you?" Denise asked. "Yes. You got me." Betty said, softly. "So you know what I'm talking about." Denise said. "Yes.... I guess I just like playing the jock. You get to learn a lot that way. People are more open to you if they think you have limited perception. I have a friend who's never noticed my library. She doesn't have a clue.... about that, that is." Betty said, distantly. "June?" Denise asked. Betty looked at her sharply. Denise smiled at her. "My.... no flies on you. I thought we were pretty discrete about things. How did you know?" Betty asked. "It's not a worry. Just had a hunch. I got the impression she was that way when I met her. She's the type who likes to keep things close where she can watch them. The other teachers aren't what she would choose. You are. Not because of an outward indication, but because you would always be a challenge to her. She could never dominate you, so she would naturally be attracted to you. Just what she thinks she wants. Fact is that she's just a bit insecure for that. She doesn't have the demeanor to be a good domatrix. Neither do you. Neither do I." Denise replied. "How can you read people like that? I mean it's like you were in the bedroom with us." Betty asked. "My little episode in college sent me searching into psychology to understand myself a little better. I minored in it. To me it was just like another science. As much as people's behavior can ever be predictable. But mostly it's how you view everybody. I start from a foundation that *everybody* is insecure with themselves. A little observation will usually reveal what they are the most insecure about. That will predict a probable behavior. Like loud obnoxious people. They are the most insecure. They just overcompensate by being loud and obnoxious. Then there are the people who handle it oppositely. They retreat into theirselves and become introverts. Introverts, extroverts. Two sides of the same coin. Both symptoms of insecurity." Denise replied. Betty's eyes were shining in admiration for her. "And you? Which are you?" she asked. "Who, little old me? I'm just a nerd science teacher who got stuck teaching gym." Denise replied, grinning. "I think you are much, much more than that....." Betty said, softly. "Another pass?" Denise asked. "If you want." Betty said. They shared a look. "I want." Denise replied, softly. Betty grinned at her. She swigged the last of her wine and threw the glass over her shoulder. Denise did the same as Betty moved toward her. They shared the last bit in Denise's mouth in their kiss. Outside, hidden in the bushes, Andrea grinned to herself. Thinking she had the tools of her revenge at her fingertips. She wished she had her camera with her... but she would be back with it. She made her way to the street and walked a couple of blocks to where she could call another cab. She didn't dare use her cell phone with how her father watched the bill. She got the same driver as before. "Find out what you wanted, kid?" he chuckled. "Yes, as a matter of fact I did. Exactly what I needed to know." Andrea replied, almost in rapture. The driver looked at her a moment, a bit concerned. Andrea told him where to drive and he pulled off. Denise got her wish to experience Betty's *small penis*. The effects were devistating. She repaid Betty in full when she got it between her lips and lashed it with her tongue. Giving her her triple-whammy, as she called it. Little finger in the anus, two fingers inside the vagina rubbing the G-spot and the other hand used to push presure in towards the ones inside on either side of the clitoris as her tongue swirled around and over it. Betty screamed in extasy on the large sturdy massage table where she had directed Denise after they got started in the tub. Afterwards they softly stroked and kissed each other as they cooled down. Betty took her by the hand and led her back to the hot tub for a while, refilling their wine glasses. She sat upon Denise's lap and they kissed tenderly from time to time. "You really are quite the woman, you know." Betty said, snuggling to her. Denise kissed her cheek softly. "So are you. One of the sexiest I've ever known. One of the most sensual too, when you let yourself be." she said, softly. "When I let myself be? What do you mean?" Betty asked, frowning a bit. "I mean I think you over-react to your larger than normal clitoris. Instead of viewing it as the object of increased femininity that it is, you view it like a penis. *That's* why you act like a jock all the time. Your subconscious tells you to act that way because you think you have to act like a man. But you are really very much a woman. Much more a woman than you let people see you as. It's not a penis, it's a clitoris. No sperm comes out of it. No piss comes out of it. It serves no purpose at all except to make you feel the pleasure that no man can ever know. It lets you feel things most women can't even feel. It should make you more of a woman, not less of one." Denise said, softly. Betty had tears in her eyes. She found herself sobbing against Denise, who held her tenderly. She kissed at Betty's tears. Their lips met and their tongues swirled together sensually. Betty arose and took Denise by the hand. She led her out of the tub and dried her tenderly. Denise took the towel and did the same to her. Then Betty led her to her bedroom. They made sensual, tender love like Betty had never known. Later they lay softly stroking each others skin. "I probably should go." Denise said. "No, please.... Please stay till morning. You make me feel more of a woman than I have ever felt before. I want to feel you in my arms all night.... Please?" Betty asked. "Alright. I certainly love the way you feel in my arms. And you are more of a woman than most could ever dream of being. I'll bet you're downright devistating in an evening gown. I'd like to see you in one.... so I could take it off." Denise said. "I've never felt like this before.... Like you said, I never let myself. I've always been afraid to be a woman.... I.... " Betty said, stalling, choking back her tears. "I know... I love you too." Denise said, rolling atop her. She kissed her deeply and then began to kiss her on the neck softly as her fingers found her nipples. Her leg moved between her legs and rubbed her as she moved down. Her fingers explored her sensual softness. Later she kissed her up her spine as her fingers played over her back sensually. Betty felt more a woman with every touch and kiss. Long before morning she could freely tell Denise that she loved her... and mean it. In the morning she awoke feeling more a woman than she had in her whole life. Her lovers tenderness snuggled to her side. She reached out and sensully stroked her skin. Denise stirred and rolled to meet her lips. They made love again until the last possible moment. Denise had to go home first for a change of clothes. Betty said she would get her class started for her if she didn't make it on time. They shared a last deep, sensual kiss before Denise dashed off home to change. At home she threw an extra change of clothes and a toothbrush in her bag. She swapped the DAT tape from the previous day with a blank one and then headed to the school. As she pulled out from her appartment a figure stepped out from behind a wall and watched her drive off. She had watched her arrive wearing the clothes from the day before. Andrea smiled to herself. She called for a cab to take her to school. She had plenty of time. She didn't have to be there for first period gym. Cindy didn't go to school that day. She told her mother she wasn't feeling well, still. Her mother let her stay home, as she had come home sick from school the day before. Cindy stayed in her room and read. She was intensely facinated by what she read. It was like reading Andrea's diary. The evening before she had declined to take Andrea's calls. Her mother didn't ask why, just relayed that she wasn't feeling well and would talk to Andrea when she felt better. In reality, her mother was a bit pleased to see her daughter shun Andrea in any manner. She had noticed her daughters obsession with the other girl. She suspected she knew why, but didn't have a clue how she should deal with it. Telling her husband wasn't the way. He would have had a shit fit. She was a bit more realistic in her view of the world. She did not particularly *want* her daughter to be gay, but if she was she understood things well enough to realize that she herself wasn't likely to change that. She could only do damage to her, or support her in her choice of lifestyles. But Andrea worried her. It wasn't love she saw in Andrea. It was manipulation. What she mostly wanted was for her daughter to be happy. Andrea didn't seem likely to make that a reality. In fact quite the opposite. Andrea could easily hurt her daughter quite badly. She made a cup of tea for Cindy and carried it to her room. Cindy was reading as if she was gripped by the book. "I brought you a cup of tea, dear. What are you reading?" her mother asked. "A book Miss Alvey at school suggested. It's facinating." Cindy said, taking the tea. Her mother glanced at the title and raised her eyebrow. "Interesting subject matter. Not exactly what I would have thought you would be interested in." she smirked. "It's about how people manipulate others and make them do things they don't want to do." Cindy said, sipping her tea. "And why did this Miss Albey recomend this to you?" her mother asked. Cindy dropped her eyes a bit. "One of my friends has been sort of using me... and it's Alvey, with a V." she said, a bit quiet. "Who is this Miss Alvey, is she a counselor?" her mother asked. "No. She's my first period gym teacher. I really like her. I think she's one of the most wonderful teachers I've ever known." Cindy said. "Really. And why is that?" asked her mother. "Oh... she's just so... understanding and kind." Cindy said. "Understanding about what?" her mother asked. Cindy dropped her eyes again. "It's not something I can explain." she said. "Alright, dear. I won't push. But I hope you know that you can always talk to me about anything. I may be your mother, but I'm also your friend. I may just surprise you. You can go back to your reading if you want. I just thought you would enjoy a cup of tea." her mother said. Cindy set the cup down and hugged her mother tightly. Her mother hugged her back. "Thanks, mom. I love you." Cindy said, giving her a final squeeze. "I love you too dear. I'll let you get back to your book." she said, kissing her daughters forehead. She left and Cindy was back at the book before the door closed. Her mother was thoughtful. Whoever this Miss Alvey was, she seemed to be quite perceptive. The implications of the book were quite clear. The person doing the manipulating was Andrea. She was greatfull that Cindy seemed to have an ally. She just wondered a bit what her interest in Cindy was. Whatever it was seemed to be benificial. She seemed to be aware of Andrea's manipulativness. If she got Cindy over her dependance on the girl so much the better. Denise was a bit worried that Cindy didn't show up at school. She went on with her day. In the office Betty was cordial. They acted as if the previous night hadn't occured. But both of them knew that the other wasn't shunning her. They had both been gay long enough to know how the rules worked. Especially in their possition. Only after the school was empty and Denise was telling her the basics of a computer did Betty suddenly take her hand and pull it to her lips. Denise smiled at her and kissed her tenderly. Betty kind of quivered inside. "Move in with me?" Betty asked her. "No... not right now. And it's not that I don't find you alluring, I do. More than you know. I will happily share your life when this all blows over. But right now Andrea is just a little bit unstable. This could all blow up in my face and I don't want you to get hit by the schrapnel." Denise said. "You think this is that serious." Betty asked. "Yes. I talked to a counselor friend of mine today and told her all about it. She say's to watch my ass with Andrea. She says she will become obsessed with me if she isn't already." Denise said. "Okay... I understand. Will you come over tonight?" Betty asked, meekly. Denise smiled and kissed her again. "Yes, I have a stop I want to make, but I'll be over later... Now are you going to pay attention here?" she asked. "I'll be good... I'm content knowing I'll feel you in my arms later.... going to check on Cindy?" Betty asked. Denise looked at her. "Now who's the perceptive one?" she chuckled. "It's easy. I just assume a foundation of the fact that you really care. A little observation reveals what about. The rest is predictable behavior." Betty said, paraphrasing Denise from the night before. Denise looked at her a moment and busted out laughing. Then she kissed her hungrily. Later they actually got through the lesson. Denise drove to the address she had obtained from her student records. She parked and then went up and rang the door bell. An attractive woman opened the door. "Mrs.Crowther? I'm Denise Alvey, Cindy's first period gym teacher. Cindy didn't come into school today and I was just a bit concerned. She went home sick yesterday and I just thought I'd stop by and check that she's alright." Denise said. "Please, come in. Yes, Cindy mentioned you. She's asleep right now. I think she was up all night reading. She was still reading that book you recomended to her all morning too." Mrs. Crowther replied. "Well, I don't want to disturb her. I just wanted to check that she was alright. I'll just be going now." Denise said, turning about. "No please... I'd like very much to talk to you... if you don't mind?" Mrs.Crowther asked. Denise could see she was almost pleading. "Alright, sure." she said, removing her jacket. "Please sit down... or lets sit in the kitchen... We're kind of a kitchen family." she said, leading Denise to the kitchen. Denise set her coat on the back of a chair and sat down. "I quite like kitchen families. Mine was while I was growing up." she said. Mrs.Crowther smiled at her. "Cup of coffee?" she asked. "Thank you. That sounds nice." Denise replied. Mrs.Crowther poured two cups and joined her at the table. "Cindy speaks quite highly of you. I can see why.... you are quite nice. It was very kind of you to drop over... I know you didn't have to.... most teachers wouldn't" she said, kind of uneasily. "Thank you. You are very kind to say so. ... I like Cindy. I think she's a pretty good kid.... I was just a bit concerned over her." Denise replied. "Look... I've got to talk to somebody about this.. I don't know who else to turn to.. When Cindy said she liked you so much and that book........ I know you *know* whats going on between her and Andrea... That book tells me that.... I just don't know who else to turn to..." Mrs.Crowther said, tears forming in her eyes. "What do you want to know?" Denise asked. "What should I do? I love my daughter very much. I know her father would shit a brick if he had a clue about her and Andrea... " Mrs. Crowther said. "Mrs.Crowther, how much do you know about Cindy and Andrea?" Denise asked. "Please, call me Marge. ... I don't really know... I *think*... that maybe Cindy's .... a lesbian." she said, softly. "Call me Denise... And if that were true? How would you feel about that?" Denise asked. "I'm not real thrilled about it." Marge replied. "But?" Denise prompted. "But I love my daughter. I'm not stupid about the ways of the world today. I know enough about it to know that I am unlikely to be able to change that if that's what she is. Like I would be just as unlikely to influence her into it if she weren't. I just want her to be happy. But I don't think that Andrea is going to do that for her. I think it will be just the opposite." Marge said, tears dripping from her eyes. Denise took her hand and squeezed it gently. "Marge.. you are exactly what Cindy needs. A loving and understanding parent. Now I cannot confirm your suspicions. I cannot put myself into a positon where I would be violating a trust. But I *can* tell you that Cindy is in a very fragile state at the moment. She needs help, *professional* help. Now, I'm going to give you the name and number of a friend of mine, a counselor. A *very good* counselor who will be able to help Cindy. I've talked with her about Cindy already. If money is a problem, she'll work with you. She's not some eighty dollar an hour shrink. She's not in this for the money. She's in it because she really cares about people. And she's very good. I speak from experience. She helped me when I was in college." Denise said, taking out her purse. She took one of her cards and wrote out a name and phone number for her. "I'm also putting my home phone number on here. If you or Cindy need to talk to me about anything... just give me a call. I'm not a psychologist, but I'm a good listener." she said, smiling. Marge squeezed her hand as she took the card. "Thank you. I can see why Cindy likes you... I hope she meets someone like you when she gets older.... I mean.." she said, stalling. "I know what you mean... I hope so too. In the meantime. If you can, keep her away from Andrea Billings, she's a dangerous manipulative bitch. She doesn't care who she hurts to feed her ego. I think she may well be capable of physical danger, but her psychological danger is bad enough for Cindy. And talk to your daughter. Right now she needs a good friend. Andrea's not it and I'm limited by my position while I'm at school. She doesn't need lecturing, she needs understanding." Denise said. "I will, I'll talk to her. I promise... I want to thank you.. I didn't mean to imply.." Marge said, stalling again. "I know. You just *think* you have made a connection about me from the context of this whole conversation. That's okay. I can asure you that is *not* my interest in your daughter, though." Denise said. "No... I believe that... I can tell you really care about her welfare. I'm very glad we got to talk, Denise. I'd be pleased if you would stop by anytime for a cup of coffee... although neither of us has touched them." Marge said. "Thank you. I'd like that." Denise said, picking up her cup and taking a sip from it, "Mm good coffee... count on it." she said, chuckling. "So how did you get to be a gym teacher? I mean... you don't look like ...." Marge asked. "Like a jock?" Denise giggled. Marge nodded. "Actually. I'm a science teacher... or I want to be. That's what I studied for. When I sighned my contract at Ballard, they informed me they already had two science teachers and that they needed a gym coach. I never coached anything before.. but it's been kind of fun. I found out yesterday that I'm not quite the wimp that I thought I was either. I climbed the ropes up to the ceiling seven times to show the girls how to do it. I *feel* it today, but it was good for my ego to know that I could do it." Denise chuckled. "Yes, I think you would be a very good coach... I also think you would be a very good teacher at science... or anything else. It renews my faith in the school system that they have teachers such as you." Marge said. "Nothing quite so drastic as that, I hope. I mean... I wish I shared your confidence in that.. but there *are many* very good teachers." Denise chuckled. "Yes... and I believe you are one of them." Marge said, smiling at her. Cindy came out in a bath robe. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Denise. "Miss Alvey....What are you doing here?" she asked, fear in her eyes. "Relax, dear. She wouldn't tell me beans about whatever you two talk about. She just came by to check up on you because she was concerned about you. But she was nice enough to give me the name of a good friend for you. I think that we will call her tomorrow." Marge said, getting to her feet. "I don't understand. A number?" Cindy said. "A counselor. A friend I mentioned to you yesterday. I neglected to give you her number." Denise said, also standing. "Please, sit down. I have a batch of laundry I need to check on. You two talk." Marge said, squeezing Denise's hand and then hugging her daughter before leaving the room. Cindy looked at Denise, confused. "How are you doing? Your mother said you had been reading." Denise asked. Cindy slid into the chair her mother had been in, looking off toward where she had gone. "Yes, I have... it's been...educational.... I still don't know what you are doing here." she said. "Just as your mother said. I came to check on you because I was concerned about you. Don't worry, I didn't tell her anything you said to me... but she's more perceptive and understanding than you may give her credit for.... *she* asked *me*.... about you... *and* Andrea... " Denise said. "*She knows!?*" Cindy gasped, fear in her eyes. "No.. she *suspects*. I did not verify or tell her anything other than you should stay away from Andrea and you should talk to my counselor friend. Your mother cares very much for you, Cindy. Enough so that she wants to understand. She's trying real hard to understand. If you don't want to talk to her, I understand. But you should talk to someone. You should talk to my counselor friend. And I think if you did talk to your mother you would find her more understanding than you think." Denise said. Cindy seemed sort of relieved, but seemed to shrink into herself a bit, her eyes tearing up. "God.. the things she did to me... Andrea.. I mean... That book....." Cindy said, weeping. "I know..." Denise said, putting her hand over Cindy's and squeezing it gently in support. Cindy moved around the table and was hugging her, sobbing against her. Denise just held her and let her sob. Marge came back and slid into her chair. Concerned over her daughter, but seeing that she was getting a release from Denise. She looked at Denise, appraisingly. The woman was obviosly not performing a normal teacher task. She was in fact endangering her career by her very actions. Marge got tears in her eyes too. "I quite like your friend... Cindy. She is indeed very kind and understanding as you said. I think we have much to talk about. If you'll trust me." Marge said. Cindy lifted her head and looked at her mother. "Oh moma..." she cried, moving to her arms. She sobbed against her and Denise stood, picking up her coat. Marge caught her hand and squeezed it. "Please come back and visit anytime." she said. Denise smiled and nodded at her, then slipped quietly out. "Alright, baby... it's okay. Now why don't you tell me all about it?" Marge said, holding her daughter. Cindy seemed to stiffen a bit in her arms. "I'll make it easier on you by telling you what I suspect. Then you can tell me all about it, okay?" Marge asked. Cindy sort of nodded against her. "Okay.... I think that you and Andrea have been....*lovers*...At least you thought you were... and that now you are finding out what Andrea is really like...." Marge began. Denise had tears in her eyes as she left Cindy's house. She was pleased that her mother and her had started talking. At least she would get the counselling she needed. Marge would see to that. Andrea was a different problem entirely. She didn't think a trip to *her* parents house would yeild the same results at all. She drove to Betty's house. Once she was inside there was no pretense. Betty kissed her passionatly and then led her to the bedroom. Denise was hungry for the release she supplied. She almost sobbed in release when her orgasm struck. Later Betty held her tenderly in her arms and softly caressed her. "You want to talk about it?" she asked. Denise smiled and told her what had occured at Cindy's house. "I knew I wasn't wrong about you." Betty said. "About what?" Denise asked. "About you really caring. You took a big chance going there.... but it paid off. I think from what you say that Cindy will get the counselling she needs. At least she has an understanding ear close by to help her out. And it sounds like she's really learning the truth about Andrea, so she will need one. She's been close to Andrea since last summer. She's in for a hard fall. But it could have been much worse if you hadn't been there." Betty said, softly caressing her cheek. Denise held her tightly in her arms as tears seeped from her eyes. "Do you need to go home tonight?" Betty asked. "No... not unless you want me to. I have a change of clothes in the car." Denise said, tenatively. "I *never* want you to leave... I want to feel you in my arms everynight for the rest of my life. I love you... more every second." Betty said, kissing at her tears. "Oh Betty.. I love you so much." Denise said, sobbing against her. Betty held her close and tenderly stroked her. She didn't ask what Denise was crying about. She didn't have to; She was a woman. So was Denise. Sometimes women just needed to cry. Later, they made love again. Then Betty guided her down into her kitchen and made her some dinner. They both wore light robes. "I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me." Denise said, sitting at the table. "It's okay, love. I understand. I'm a woman.... you made me that." Betty said, softly. "You've always been a woman." Denise said. "I didn't feel like one... till we made love." Betty said, climbing onto her lap and kissing her softly. "Such a pair.. we are. Are you going to get into trouble with June over me?" Denise asked. "Mm nope. She won't be happy about it. But she'll live with it. Do you mind if I still see her?" Betty asked. "No.. of course not. You were with her long before you knew me.. I guess... how long have you two been together?" Denise asked. "Mmm gosh.. it's been four years now." Betty said, distantly. "How did you get together?" Denise asked, kissing her cheek. "One night I was at school late... working out. I figured I'd shower before I headed home. I was standing in the shower and I turned around and she was just standing there, staring at me.... It was the way she looked at me. I don't know what prompted me... I just said: '*Take off your clothes and join me if you'd like.* ' " Betty mused. "You didn't?" Denise asked, scandalized. Betty nodded, grinning. "So what did she do?" Denise asked. "She stood there a moment and then just walked up to me, clothes and all and started kissing me.... The clothes didn't last too long after that." Betty said. "Awh, that's romantic." Denise said, sighing. "Yeah, it was a bit.... but that's about the extent of our romance. We fucked a lot. But not much romance.... I didn't know romance until you came along." Betty said. "How so, I've hardly been romantic?" Denise asked. "Not so. You've been the most romantic person I ever met. Romance isn't just flowers and candle lit dinners. It's how a person makes you feel. You make me feel like the sexiest woman on earth every time you look at me. And besides that, like at this instant. I'm sitting on your lap. You're touching my back softly and your other hand is softly touching my thigh. If I sat on June's lap, she'd have her hand on my clit as fast as she could. A moment ago you softly kissed my cheek. She would never understand that. Like when you noticed my library. You cared about what kind of *person* I was. That's romantic.... at least I think so.... June would never understand that either." Betty said, leaning her head upon Denise's shoulder. "That's kind of sad. I think everybody ought to be able to share those things." Denise said, distantly. 'That's one of the reasons that I want to keep seeing her. I'd like her to understand that. I do care about her. She is a nice person... most the time. She can be bitchy... but who isn't that way sometimes?" Betty asked. "Certainly not me." Denise chuckled, "So... Betty... how did you ever get that name? It seems like it's kind of fallen out of favor with the world. It's not very common anymore." she asked. Betty chuckled. "My mother was a Betty-Boop fan. ... Boop boop be doop." she finished, in a little cartoon voice. Denise laughed and then kissed her softly. "It's moments like that that *I* find the most romantic.... So.. my love... How old are you?... Where did you go to school?... Who was the first boy you kissed? ..... What's the key to your heart?... I need to know all these things if we are to share our lives together.." Denise asked, kissing her once more. "Mmmm I'm thirty-two, I went to City college... He was a horribly awkward boy named Lenny and *you* hold the key to my heart in your lovely green eyes." Betty replied. They looked at each other a moment and then melted back into a long, tender kiss. The oven dinged near the end of it and Betty chuckled. "I hear bells when you kiss me." she said, sliding off Denise's lap. "I heard them too." Denise chuckled, "Do you have any candles around here?" she asked. Betty smiled at her. "Not the long thin kind. But there are some short fat ones in the library. You didn't notice them because they weren't books." she said. "I notice a lot of things that aren't books... like you, my love." Denise called over her shoulder on the way to the library. She returned with the candles and set them on saucers that Betty got for her. She lit them with a piece of paper lit from the gas burner stove. "Vegetable and ground beef casserole, hardly a romantic meal." Betty mused, wearing mits as she carried it to the table and set it on a wire rack. "Sounds delightful. It's not the meal but the company that makes it romantic anyway." Denise said, turning the lights down. Betty set out the plates and silverware at two places next to each other. She dissapeared and retrurned with a bottle of red wine. "It is red with beef, right?" she asked. Denise nodded, looking at her in the soft candle light. Betty opened the wine and poured two wine glasses. Then sat down in the other seat. "To us." she toasted. Denise clinked her glass and they both drank... then leaned together and shared the flavor in a long, deep kiss. Betty had tears in her eyes when they finally pulled back. "What's wrong, my love?" Denise asked, concerned. "Nobody ever kissed me by candle light before." Betty said, sniffing back her tears. "Then everybody on this planet is not paying attention. Because you look ravishing by candle-light. I could not help but kiss you. I don't see how anybody could." Denise said, softly. "Do you always know the perfect thing to say?" Betty asked, taking her hand and kissing it. "Good heavens no.... but you are inspiring." Denise said... saying another perfect thing. Betty sat spellbound for a moment. "We should eat... We have to get up early tomorrow." she finally said. Denise smiled at her and picked up her fork with her left hand. "A lefty? Gosh, there is so much I don't know about you as well." Betty said. "We have time my love. Let us eat so that we may return to bed." Denise said. Over the meal they chatted. "I'm really kind of ambidextrous." Denise said. "Oh, you like men as well?" Betty teased. Denise reached over and tossled her hair. "Sometimes.... not that much, really. I just never met one that made me feel the same as women." Denise mused. "I don't know, myself. If I ever met one who made me feel like a lady... as you do.. I don't know how I would react." Betty answered, honestly. "I think honest romance coming from just about anybody would have some effect upon us. But I've rarely encountered it from men. It's kind of rare in women too. I think that we all like the idea of romance, but the actuallity of it scares the hell out of us." Denise said. "So where did you learn so much about romance?" Betty asked. "A roomate in college... That's not the way she first seduced me. That was two cold cases of beer on a night just before spring break in my junior year. Hardly romantic, but I had never experienced an orgasm before, so it had much the same effect. Later after we had been having sex for some time she got romantic about it. She served me my first candle lit dinner." Denise said. "No orgasms before your junior year in college? I can't even imagine that with as talented a lover as you are." Betty said. "Thank you. She was a pretty good teacher... if manipulative, like Andrea.... Yeah, I was a virgin. I stayed that way physically until I was a graduate student. Then I figured I'd better find out what all the fuss was about. So I let a clumsy TA get lucky despite his clumsiness... it was okay... that was all... Why, how old were you when you had your first orgasm?" Denise asked. "I was ten." Betty said, blushing. "Ten! Good god... because of your large clitoris?" Denise asked. "I guess, that started growing the year before when I first got my period. It started to get real big about six months before. It itched. I rubbed it. Got so I was rubbing it a lot. One night I rubbed it enough the top of my head blew off. Then I really started to rub it a lot. I barely had any pubic hair. My tits never did grow out." Betty said. "That's not true. You have lovely breasts. Yours are just like the perfect French breast, just enough to fill a champange glass. Mine are too big. They just get in the way." Denise said. Betty stood up and went to the cupboard. She came back with a champange glass and pulled her robe open. She put the glass to one of her breasts, it fit almost perfectly. "I'll be damned." she muttered, "You have calibrated eyeballs too." Denise giggled. "So what was your first sexual encounter with another?" she asked. "I guess it was a few years after that. I was sleeping over at a girlfriends house. We were sleeping in the same bed. I guess I got a sort of erection. She was teasing me about it. Calling it a little cock. Saying I should fuck her with it... so I did." Betty said, getting misty eyed, setting the champange glass on the table.. "And it's bothered you that long?" Denise asked, softly. Betty kind of nodded. "Want to talk about it?" Denise asked. "Not much to tell really. I fucked her pretty good. She had an orgasm. We both did. God, I had about five. Anyway, she told all her friends... suddenly I was getting a lot of invitations to sleep over. I guess they liked the idea that we could fuck without them losing their virginity. They didn't want to be my friends so much at school. They just wanted to play around with me when I'd sleep over. They used to call me *Bob* behind my back. I remember the first time I heard that. I was walking up to the group of girls I had been fucking. They were talking. One had invited me to spend the night that weekend. Someone asked her what she was doing that weekend and she said that she had invited '*Bob*" over to spend the night. One asked if she was going to play with *her* little cock and they all giggled and laughed. When I got there they all suddenly stopped and looked embarassed. I knew they were talking about me. I canceled the sleep over and didn't do it again until almost high school. Actually it was ninth grade. I was just Cindy and Andrea's age. One day I was coming out of the shower after gym and a girl I knew pretty well pointed at it and said: '*That looks fun.*' I looked at her and asked: '*Want to try it out?*' and she said *yes*. By that time I was horny enough that I didn't care much what people thought. We met at a spot where all the kids used to go drink and party. She fed me a beer and then led me off into the bushes. I did my best to fuck her brains out. She liked it enough that we did it a lot. She was the one who taught me how to kiss.... Her family moved away the next year.. I never saw her again.... Then when I was in high school I discovered boys.... or let them discover me. I don't know... I let one fuck me. I didn't mind it so much. A few others came and went. Usually they would lose interest after I put out, so I quit putting out. They seemed to quit asking. I started to go without again. I stayed that way until College. Then I met up with a bunch of lesbians. At least they were honest enough about what we were doing to call it fucking. There were quite a few of us, really. About a dozen or so. Some of them were not very attractive... in fact most. But we had fun. It kept me amused. In high school I kind of got into sports. I guess I always was kind of a Tom-boy anyway. I met this one girl on the track team in college. We were pretty hot and heavy for a while.. Then she met a guy and got married. I started going without again. I got my degree and then my masters.. I had a few affairs after that, but nothing serious. Then I got the job at Ballard. That's where I met June... and you.. and that's it." Betty said, tears rolling off her cheeks. "So where does love come in?" Denise asked, misty eyed. "It never did... before you. You were the first one to make *love* to me. You were the first one who made me *feel* like a woman. The first one to make me *feel* sexy." Betty said, looking up at her, tears dripping down her cheeks. Denise leaned and softly kissed her. The kiss grew. Denise reached out and softly touched the nipple of her breast that had remained uncovered. Betty quivered under her touch. Denise stood, leaned and blew out the candles and then picked Betty up in her arms and carried her to the bedroom. There they made love for several more hours. Soft, sweet, tender love. Betty felt like the woman she was. Finally they softly caressed each other as they clung together. They fell asleep that way and woke up that way with the morning alarm. Chapter Four Andrea was seething. Cindy would not answer her calls. She would not return messages left for her to call. When she had finally walked up to Cindy's door, she was politely informed by Cindy's mother that her daughter no longer desired to be her friend. No, she could not see her. Instead of gaining her another slave, Andrea had lost a long hard project right at the point of her full devoted ripeness. Even should she meet a new love this moment, it would still take her at least a year to work up to where Cindy had been. Aside from all that, Andrea missed her. In her own way she really loved the adorable little brunette. She would in fact be very hard to replace...very hard indeed. Andrea walked along. Not going anyplay in particular. She was just killing time until second period. She was still banned from first. And what for? She'd done nothing! She sat in her seat and spoke three commands. Cindy had flashed her tits, kissed her and then shown Miss Avley her brand. If anybody should have gotten suspended, it *should* have been Cindy. She was the one who exposed herself to Miss Alvey, She was the one who had kissed her. All Andrea had done was to speak three little short phrases. It wasn't fair! What good was a slave if the master had to take the punishment. ..... and *WHY* was there a punishment at all? Why hadn't Miss Alvey just succumed to her desires and taken her rightfull place as Andrea's adoring love slave. It would have been so easy. All she had to do was surrender..... But she couldn't! Andrea realized with a start. Andrea had left her no way to surrender. She wanted to see her beaten. Miss Alvey had just fought back by being defiant.... as she *herself* was. Suddenly Andrea saw Miss Alvey in an entirely new light. She thought about this for a while.... Was Miss Alvey like her? Not like Cindy and the rest? Was she one of the masters? .... Andrea thought about what she had seen transpire between Miss Alvey and Coach Hart in the whirlpool. Miss Alvey had disrobed and climbed in. Coach Hart had *waited* on her. Miss Alvey acted as is she were aloof to her actions... Oh, she thanked her, but like she herself might Cindy. And when Coach Hart had climbed in with that thing sticking out. Miss Alvey had barely glanced at her. And when they had first kissed... Coach Hart had moved to *her*. Andrea had since watched them from a distance at school. There was no outward sign of affection between them, but Coach Hart looked at her a moment every now and then with *adoration* in her eyes. And when Andrea had gone back to watch them again. At first they had spent all their time in the bedroom. Just when she was going to leave they came down. Miss Alvey sat down and waited while Coach Hart waited on her. The only thing that Miss Alvey had done, was the trivial action of retreiving the candles. Coach hart had sat on *her* lap. She was the one who was the servant. Andrea didn't understand the thing with the glass and Coach Hart's breast, but it was in keeping with the kind of fun games that Andrea liked to play. And later it had been Miss Alvey who had carried Coach Hart back to bed. Like she was a little girl. No... there was no question who the strong one in the relationship was.... Miss Alvey was one of the masters... and more. She was a *better* one. A trickier one. It had taken her almost no time at all to take Cindy from her. No time at all compaired to what it had taken Andrea to enslave her. And what enslavement? Miss Alvey had swept her away in a few minutes. Whatever she had said to her in the office had done it. Now Cindy wouldn't even talk to her. No... Andrea had met her better... once again. Perhaps this was the *teacher* that *Bobby* had told her would come along to teach her the next step. He had made her into one of the masters.... by teaching her how it felt to be one of the slaves. Then he had pointed this out to her. "*Now, you can be one of the masters, or one of the slaves. There is no in between." *he had said. Then he went on: *"But you can be a better master though. I have taught you all I can. Now you have to find your next teacher. It will be a better master than you. You will know them when you see them. Then you must be a slave again as you learn to be a better master.*" For a whole week when she was in seventh grade Bobby had taught her. Their parents out of town on some trip as they often did. He had degraded and abused her to the limit. Made her do unspeakable things. Taken her in the ass. But left her a virgin until she had *begged* him to make her a woman. She was exultant in victory when he had. Because he had told her it was the last step in becoming a master. Perhaps the lowest level of being a master, but a *master* none the less. Not a slave. When she failed to gain slaves of her own she had finally gone to Bobby in tears. "*Yes... I will teach you what you are doing wrong. But you must be my slave again to learn. On your knees.*" he had said. Andrea had willingly dropped to her knees. Her first action of submission had been to please him again sexually. She had performed it wilingly... *gladly*. Bobby would always be a better master than her. He was older. Had even been in the war. That was where he said he leaned about being a master and a slave. For a time he had been a prisoner. He had enlisted when he was just eighteen. His first patrol out he had been captured. He was twenty when the war ended and he had been released. He was different. Not the older brother that she had known. He had leaned about being a master and a slave. He told Andrea she was his first pupil. That he was doing it because he *loved* her. He couldn't *not* do it because he loved her so much. "*You don't know how bad it can be to be a slave. I don't ever want you to know just how bad it was for me.*" he told her. He had saved her that. She would never have to know what it was like to be one of the lowest slaves. The only slave she would ever be, would be to a better master. That was the way you yourself learned to be a better master. And now Andrea had once again found her better master. Her teacher. .... *Teacher?* Was it that simple? Hidden in plain view? What ingenuity! Miss Alvey was a *teacher*! *Her* new teacher. Andrea would prostrate herself to Miss Alvey and *beg* to be her slave. She *had* to. She wanted to be a better master. She wanted to be the *best* master of all time. Something that Bobby had told her she could become if she was willing to pay the price. She had studied diligently the book he had given her. In between she was his happy slave once more. Finally Bobby had told her that she was ready. She should ignore him, avoid him. Act like she didn't even like him. It was hard at times. She addored him. She always would. If he snapped his fingers at her she would willingly drop to her knees and happily lick his ass once again. Just like she would with Miss Alvey. She didn't know how long it would take... days, weeks, months, years or even *decades*.. It didn't matter as long as she herself became a better master. Andrea had a whole different attitude when she walked into her second period class, on time. Miss Alvey had told her to think about it for a week, she would. She would think of little else. She saw Cindy in the halls from time to time. She ignored her. Miss Alvey had told her to stay away from Cindy. She did. She would. Cindy was now Miss Alvey's property. She had stolen her away from her to *show* her that *she..* was the *better master*. She didn't even have to change the *monigram* on Cindy. "*A*" now stood for "*Alvey*", not Andrea. It was another piece of simple evidence that helped to confirm that Miss Alvey was the *one*. For the remainder of the week Andrea was a model student. Chapter Five "I don't know what you told Andrea, but she's being good." Betty mused, Friday afternoon. "*Too good*. I don't trust her a bit. She's up to something." Denise said. "So... Will you spend the weekend with me?" Betty asked. "The nights. I go running on Saturday. You could join me." Denise offered. "No... Actually...Come to think of it, I'd better deal with June. How about tonight and Sunday night then?" Betty asked. "Sounds devine. That will give me a chance to catch up a bit on the things I normally do at night." Denise chuckled. "What *do* you do at night? I mean what *did* you do before we got together?" Betty asked. "Just play with my computer.... and myself.... thinking of you." Denise replied, giggling. "Alright. A girl should have some mystery in her life. I guess I'll find out when this all blows over and we can live together." Betty said. "And if that's really the truth?" Denise asked. "Then I shall be delighted. Now what do you have to teach me today?" Betty said, pulling her chair up to the computer. "I thought today we would cover the different file types. See, each file has a unique name and an extenson. Now in the old DOS the name was limited to eight characters and a three letter extension separated by a period....." Denise began. For the next hour Betty sat in attentive concentration as Denise taught her about different file types and what they meant and did. She was learning a lot about the computer. She was getting a solid foundation of understanding, not just learning to run one program by performing a series of memorized steps. Denise was an excellent teacher. When she taught this to the students at school they would get a real understanding of computers. Afterwards Betty told Denise to go home and pack what she needed for that night and Sunday. She could leave to go running from her house and then return Sunday and spend the afternoon and night making love. Actually Betty had plans that she needed time to prepair. She told Denise to wear a dress so she could see how good she looked in one. Denise smiled and promised. They shared a deep kiss in the office before they separated for their different destinations. Andrea's parents were leaving again on a trip. They would be gone three days this time. Not coming back until Monday night or Tuesday morning. "Here's a hundred dollars." he told Andrea, "Try to make it last. Where's Cindy this weekend?" he asked. "We had a falling out. She's not my friend anymore. She has a new friend." Andrea said, distantly. "I'm sorry pumpkin. I know how hard it must be for you. She was such a good friend... You can't still be friends?" he asked. "Maybe... I don't know. We'll have to see how things work out. If not then I'll get over it." Andrea said. "Well... I'm sorry anyway. So what do you have planned for the weekend?" he asked. "Not much. I thought I'd hang around here and watch video's tonight. Maybe go for a walk in the park tomorrow. I don't know for Sunday." Andrea replied. "Okay... Stay out of trouble. Try to be nice to Bobby. I know it's hard sometimes... but he's getting a little better. Just try to be nice to him." he said. "I will, I promise." Andrea replied. "Okay.. We'll be back Monday night or Tuesday morning. We love you." he said, hugging her. "I love you too. Have a good time." Andrea replied, hugging back. "What say next time you come with us?" he asked. "Sure, I'd like that." she said. "Great... Bye now, be good." he said, packing the last of the bags to the car. Andrea helped him and hugged and kissed her mother then waved as they drove off. She returned into the house. Bobby was watching TV in the family room. Andrea went and put on her special outfit for him. He needed cheering up and Andrea had exciting news to tell him. She returned wearing an outfit she had hand stitched to please him, webbed black nylons, spiked heels and made-up liked he liked her to be. Bright red lipstick, a trace of blue eye shadow and black eye liner. Her cheeks just blushed slightly. Her hair in a French braided tail. She looked gorgeous. Around her neck was a collar to which was attatched a leash. He seemed not to notice her at all as she stepped quietly into the family room. This was the way Bobby was most the time. Most people never saw any other side of him. He would just sit and stare at the TV, oblivious to people and events around him. When he was hungry, he would get up and eat. When he was tired, he would go to bed. He got up at the crack of dawn every morning, slipped on sweats and worked out doing calestentics and then a run around the block, shit, shower, shave, dress and then sat down to watch TV. At *seven-thirty-two* he would make himself two slices of wheat toast with fat-free butter on them and a bowl of oatmeal. Acompanied by one cup of black coffee. Then, rain or shine, hot or cold he would spend exactly an hour in the back yard kneeling before a little stone shrine he had built. Afterwards he would go back and watch TV all day. For lunch he would eat a tuna or a peanut butter sandwich on whole wheat bread, half a cup of creme of mushroom soup with a glass of skim milk. He alternated the sandwich type every other day. Then he would return and watch TV till it was time for his afternoon run. At six o-clock in the evening, Bobby would do stretching exercises in the back yard -again reguardless of the weather- followed by an hour of Tai Chi. Afterwards he took a quick shower and shaved again. He would sit down to the dinner table at seven thirty exactly. If there was nothing in front of him at that moment, he got up and made his own. Which, when he made it, was a sprout and lettuce salad with blue chese dressing. If there was food on the table, he would eat what the rest of the family did. His mother did her best to make certain his plate was there on time. He wasn't ornery if it wasn't, but she had tried placing it there after he got up to make his own before. He would simply push it aside and eat his salad. He never said a word to anybody. He would not respond to conversation. It was like others didn't exist. If they were in his way, he stepped around them. If someone grabbed him, well it was better they didn't. Sometimes he would just stand there passively. Sometimes he would use his Tai Chi to hurl them aside. He was never malicious about it, he just efficiently removed their grip from him. After dinner he would watch TV in his room, laying on the bed until Nine o-clock. Then he would do more calestenics, shower, and crawl in bed - nude- and go to sleep. Bobby was oblivious to strangers and family alike. He would not respond to doctors, threats, pleads, or long -one sided- conversations. He lived in his own little disciplined world. To the family the only variance to this routine was on the weekends. He knew which days they were. Then, instead of watching TV, he would read. Anything that was at hand. That was how he had come to read the book about brain washing. After hearing of his routine a doctor had recomended it. He read it for the two days that first weekend, tears flowing down his cheeks. It was the only response his parents had been able to get out of him. At the end of the weekend he had set it aside, finishing it the next. Then he was back to his routine again. They kept Bobby at home because he didn't seem to be a threat to anyone (who left him alone). He was self sufficient and it was a friendly environment. Later they had tried psyhcology books, happy books, sad books, adventure books, action books, war books, romance novels, biography's, history, science fiction and anything else they could think of. They would just leave their latest selection on his night stand. He would never seem to notice, but come the weekend he would be reading it. Andrea knew a much different side to Bobby. She viewed him as the epitome of self-dicipline. He was a much different person at times when there was nobody around but her. It was just at the beginning of Andrea's seventh grade year, she was just thirteen. Her parents had to go out of town for a week to a conference for her fathers work. Because Andrea was in school, they left her. She had proved at that time to be fairly self sufficient and never got into trouble. She had asured her parents that she would be good and go to school every day. They believed her. Bobby was well into his routine, so they didn't worry about him. They just made certain they had stocks of all his needs. They left. On the evening of their first day gone Andrea had been in the kitchen making Bobby's meal for him. She had just showered, and remembering his meal, had run into the kitchen with just a towel wrapped around her. She turned around and Bobby was staring at her. He never did that. It was almost the first sign that he had any free thoughts at all since his return from the war when he had started his routine. Andrea was in a state of shock over his change in behavior. He walked up to her and fell to his knees. He ripped the towel aside and then pulled Andrea toward him. He lay his face against her abdomen and wept. Andrea didn't have a clue what to do. He held her in an iron grip around her narrow waist. She couldn't reach a phone, their house was isolated enough that no neighbors would hear her call for help. She just stood there nude and let him weep against her. Then suddenly he had raised up, still holding her, now over his shoulder. She had kicked and screamed at him, but he was oblivious to it. He carried her into his room and laid her on his bed. She got scared, real scared. He flipped her onto her stomach and then sat on her while he used his belt and a second from a drawer near the bed to tie her hands to the bedposts of the headboard. Then he left. He came back with some cotton rope from the garage and a sharp knife from the kitchen. He cut lengths and used them to first tie each of her legs to the posts at the foot of the bed, then to retie her hands to the headboard. A roll of duct tape supplied the strip that went over her mouth. Andrea had never been so afraid in her whole life. Her whole body quivered with fear. Tears poured out of her eyes. Then Bobby had *spoken* to her. His first words since his return from the war. "I am doing this because I love you. I love you so much I cannot *not* do this. You must know this so you will never have to know what I went through." he said. Andrea could not respond with the tape over her mouth, but his words had been a kind of comfort to her. She loved Bobby and wanted him back like he was. Bobby started to touch her. As soft as a feather falling he touched the skin of her back, sides and legs with his fingertips. Then he was kissing her just as softly everywhere he had touched. Andrea relaxed a bit. It felt good. Other than tying her up, he was being kind and gentle. His kisses continued. He kissed her neck and then down her spine, one vertebra at a time. All the while softly stroking her body with his fingertips. Then he reached the bottom of her spine and kept going. He used his fingers to softly spread her ass cheeks. Then he was kissing her anus. Then he was *licking* it. He continued to do this for quite some time. Probing his tongue deeper only to swirl it around the outside again. Andrea began to moan in pleasure. It was like nothing she had ever experienced in her life. It made her want him to lick her elsewhere, but he did not. He just kept it up. Eventually he was working his tongue like a piston in her anus. Fucking her ass with his tongue. His chin and facial cheeks now holding her ass cheeks apart as his face was burried in her ass. His hands again tenderly exploring her body. Something began to build up inside Andrea. It built and built with each stroke of his tongue in her anus and each touch of his fingers over her young skin. Suddenly it broke. Andrea screamed through her nose as her tender young body convulsed in it's very first orgasm. She strained at the ropes, but was powerless to fight it. All her fear seemed to fade away with that moment. Andrea had nothing else to compare it to. It was the most incredibly pleasurable experience of her whole life. All she felt was an overwhelming joy and feeling of love for Bobby. His tongue slipped out of her softly and stroked a few long swipes between her ass cheeks. Then he tenderly caressed her skin with his fingertips as he crawled up next to her head. He held her gaze from the side for a moment from the side. "I love you." he said, tenderly. Andrea believed him. Hadn't he just given her the most pleasurable experience of her life? He covered her with a blanket for a while, while he left the room. He returned with a bottle of unscented baby oil in a steaming pan of water. He left again and returned with a sheet of clear plastic like her father used when he painted, only this was new. He sliced a section from the sheet and then slid it under her body. Finally he removed his clothes. Andrea began to get scared again, but she couldn't take her eyes off his rock hard male body. He had a rock hard erection protruding from him. It was the sexiest sight she had ever seen. He smiled at her as he squirted some oil on his hands and then rubbed it all over his body. His muscles seemed to glow with life. Each single muscle defining itself. Then he rubbed it over his erection and softly moaned a bit. Andrea was facinated. She had never seen her brother undressed. He was the most beautiful, sexy thing she had ever seen. He was smiling at her as she watched, head turned sideways on the bed. He moved next to the bed and half knelt, half leaned on it until his penis was before her eyes. "I do this because I love you beyond words. You are now a young woman, you are lovely beyond words. I'll show you how to protect yourself against the world because of that love that I feel for you. I *must* show you this. I have *no choice*, because I love you. I could never stand for you to know what it is like to be the lowest slave on the planet. To avoid that you must be a *master*. To be a master, you must first know what it feels like to be a slave... but not the kind of slave I was. This will protect you from that ever happening. You will be the highest level of slave that there is. A beloved slave. When you understand, you will beg me to make you a woman. That is when you will graduate and become a master. You will beg me to make you a master when you understand. Believe that I love you. For now you are my slave. A part of you shall always be my slave. But you shall be no others' slave untill you find a greater master. You will be a slave to them as you yourself learn to be a greater master. If you are dilligent, you can become the greatest master of them all. But now you are my slave and shall know the debasement of slavery. I do this because of my love for you." he said. Andrea didn't understand. His words were a mixture of comfort and terror. She had tears in her eyes again. Part of her loved Bobby and rejoyced that he was talking to her. He had given her more pleasure than she had dreamed was possible. Her eyes admired his rock hard male body. She loved, worshiped and adored him. The other half of her was scared to death of him. Held spellbound by the terror he induced. Bobby cast the blanket covering her aside. Then he squirted warm oil all over her body. She moaned a bit. He knelt by the bed and began to rub it all over her body. Andrea's tears fadded again as her pleasure grew. She hardly noticed when his fingers smeared the oil between her ass cheeks. Then he was teasing her anus again with his fingertips. She thought he was going to make her feel good again. Her hips began to writhe in pleasure, she strained at the ropes, seeking to free herself so that she could touch him. When her entire backside was covered, he moved over her. Her fear returned momentarily until he began to rub her backside with his whole body. Then she moaned with pleasure. He kept moving. His manhood sliding back and forth between her ass cheeks. She liked everything she felt. Then more hot oil was squirted between her cheeks. It got slicker as he moved. His motions became more precise. One long stroke where his penis slid up the length of her ass crack and then a short one where he changed the angle a bit. The tip of his maleness just teasing at her anus, each time pushing just a bit farther into the opening. Andrea desired it inside her. As slow and teasing was his approach, she had no thought that it would hurt. Each time he pushed in just a bit more, then he held it and wiggled the end all around her anus. Smearing it's slickness around the tender skin, exciting her. Her hips began to move to help him. Trying to push him into her. He resisted. Fully in control as he continued his seductive dance between his penis and her anus. When it pushed in far enough, she winced a bit, but then it was teasing her again. The wince became worse as it worked in, but it was not unpleasurable as a whole event. Andrea was becoming more excited once more. Her breathing heavy through her nose. Each exhale a moan of desire and pleasure or a wimper of short pain. Then somehow it passed a point where there was no more pain. He was stroking inside her anus, each stroke deeper inside her. More oil was added, once he pulled out and squirted it right up inside her, then he was back. This continued until suddenly all of his manhood was inside her. Then he stopped and lay there atop her. His not moving seemed to focus all Andrea's attention upon her anus, now stretched out over his penis. It hurt, it felt wonderful, it hurt. Her brain unable to decide how it wanted it to feel. "And now you will learn the slavery of desire and passion. " Bobby said, beginning to move again. Again it was like nothing her young body had ever experienced, it hurt like hell and her whole body screamed to make it stop. At the same time she was terror struck with fear that he would stop. From deep inside her came another orgasm that came and slammed into her like a frieght train and still he continued. He kept going for hours. One orgasm after another slammed into her tender young body as his hips did. He was making long full strokes. Andrea could hardly breath fast enough through her nose. Each movement a gasping whimper of pain and pleasure. Just when she was about to lose consciousness, he was suddenly thrusting violently into her. He seemed frenzied and driven as he drove into her with all his might. Driving her to slide up and down on the plastic with each stroke. Then just as suddenly he thrust a last dozen furious strokes into her and then slammed into her and stayed as he body convulsed atop her. He groaned and it was like liquid fire shot up into Andrea's ass. It triggered one last orgasm in her that was more intense and yet different than any other. Goose bumps broke out all over her body and a wave of pleasure engulfed her like a gray fog as she lost consciousness. She awoke to his tender touch and kisses upon her ass. The tape was gone from her mouth. She was still tied face down on the bed. "Please let me go. I have to pee." she said. "Then go. Slaves don't get toilets." he said. "I can't go, you have me tied." she said, not understanding. "I mean wet yourself if you have to go. You will not be released until you understand." he said. "How can I understand? I don't know what you want!" she cried. "To start to understand, wet yourself. You must lay in it while you orgasm." he said. "I don't understand! What is an orgasm?" she asked. "The pleasure you felt last night." he said. "That's gross! I can't! I'll get sick!" she said, feeling nauseous at the thought. "Then you will lay in that too. It will help you understand. It is nothing compared to being submerged in human sewage." he said. "Please let me go!" she cried. "No... I will just sit and wait." he said. "You cannot keep me tied up forever. They will miss me at school." she said. "I already called them and told them that you were on vacation with your parents for a week." he replied. "Mom and Dad will be back!" she cried. "In a week. Should you not understand by the time of their return... I shall have to *kill* them. I do not want that. They have been kind to me. But you must understand. You must be a *master* by the time of their return. To do that you must know what it is to be a slave. You must wallow in your waste and be glad for it. You must beg me to hurt you more to hasten your education. You must beg me to make you a woman and laugh at the pain." he said. The terror was back. "You would kill mom and dad?" she sobbed, terror struck. "I do not wish to. You can prevent it." he said. "But they will put you in prison." she cried. "That is nothing. The prisons here are as a childs playpen. I would smile everyday at my freedom." he said. "Please, no! Please don't kill them. I love them!" she pleaded. "I love them... I love you more. Only you can stop their deaths." he said. "How.. I'll do anything!" she cried. "Anything?" he asked. "Yes.. anything!" she sobbed. "So you *begin* to understand. Now wet yourself." he said. "Please let me go!" she sobbed, hysterically. "I will not. You must understand. Only by your understanding can *you* save them." he said. She continued to sob uncontrollably for a long time. He let her cry. Her need to urinate grew by the moment. Finally the need to relieve herself outgrew her disgust of the action. She found she could not hold it any more. It began to trickle out of her as she fought to hold it. He was suddenly between her ass cheeks once more, licking her anus. He touched her clitoris once with his finger and she could not resist. The stream poured out of her. To her amazement she orgasmed. His tongue burried in her ass as she urinated. Her body convulsed, stopping the flow a moment. Suddenly she was trying to force it. She felt the warm liquid flow down into her sparse pubic hair and around her legs. It puddled on the plastic and crept up under her stomach and still she forced it. Her body again convulsing in orgasm. Her lungs emptying in a moaning scream each time the convulsion took her. It left her panting and breathless. "See, that was not so bad, you quite enjoyed it." he said, softly. "It's sick!" she gasped, fighting her rising nausea. "No.. it is but a moments discomfort. You will survive... that is the lesson. You will survive anything." he said. "I'm going to be sick!" she gasped, gagging. "Then you will lay in that too if it happens." he said. She fought it. The aroma of her urine too strong. Her stomach convulsed and she vomited out onto the plastic before her. The instant she started his tongue was back in her anus. Her stomach convulsions matched by those down lower as the rest of her abomen convulsed as she expelled the vomit in a moaning scream. It ran on the plastic and some of it off the bed, the rest puddled on the plastic and ran back under her, soaking her cheek and getting into her hair. She continued to heave. Until she had nothing left to heave and still her body tried. She had the dry heaves now. At that moment his tongue withdrew and warm oil was squirted on her anus. He used a thumb to work it into her. Then he entered her suddenly. She gasped and screamed from the pain. She had never felt so humiliated and base. She was sobbing great sobbing gasps with every breath as he began to stroke inside her ass without the slow teasing buildup of the previous night. All she knew as pain and dispair. A hand underneath her lay in her urine, it moved to smear it over her body. Then it dipped into her vomit and smeared it on her cheek and through her hair and still he kept pumping into her. She felt faint. She tried to be sick again but here was nothing inside her to come out. Still he smeared her body with her urine and vomit until it coated her back totally. Then her legs then underneath her for more and more in her hair. She was totally coated with her vomit and urine and still he kept pumping into her. Then he was still again, all the way into her. Her ass burned like fire. Vomit and urine coated her face and hair. She sobbed uncontrolled for a long time. He waited. Every so often he would pull back and slam into her once more. She would gasp and scream. The frequency with which he did this slowly increased. Her gasps and screams following suit. Eventually every breath was a gasping scream and he was back up to speed agian. He kept it up. Somthing she would never be able to define changed in Andrea at that moment. At the lowest part of her existance on earth she suddenly began to feel *pleasure*. Her body coated in urine and vomit. It pervaded her every breath. Still she felt pleasure. At first it was underneath the burning stabbing pain in her ass. But it slowly grew to replace it. Eventually it replaced it totally and she was moaning and gasping in pleasure as he continued to stroke brutally into her ass. The pleasure grew till it encompassed her whole being. Then her body convulsed in orgasm and the pleasure wiped all thought away. Her face burried in her own vomit and urine as she screamed in pleasure, She gasped in pleasure, she screamed again in pleasure. Only to repeat it again and again. She wanted him to be doing what he was doing to her. The stench in her nostrils nothing, meaningless compaired to what she felt. She felt him slam home again and again as the gray fog of pleasure took her again into oblivion. The last thing her memory registered was the eruption of the liquid fire into her and his moaning cry of love in her ear. The words "I love you." echoed into the darkness of her consciousness. Andrea came to to the sound of running water and the warmth of it on her skin. She was standing, held erect by her hands drapped around his neck and tied together at the wrist. He was soaping her body. Her hair had been rinsed, there was no trace of the filth she had experienced, only the sensual pleaure of the hot shower and his slick sensual touch as her rubbed her body. She moaned in delight. Her body felt as light as a feather. She lay back in abandon to his touch and her situation. She felt the firmness of his manhood sliding sensually over her abdomen. Suddenly his lips were upon hers. They had kissed before he had gone to the war, but this wasn't the same. He kept kissing her. His mouth open upon hers, sucking her lips between his. She fought only a moment. "Open your mouth when I kiss you." he said. She was powerless to resist him as his tongue pushed between her lips. It became just another part of the sensual pleasure that she felt. His fingers delved between her ass and washed it. She winced a bit from the pain she still felt there, but it was secondary to her pleasure. Again and again he soaped her between her cheeks and then rinsed it. He squirted shampoo into her hair and began to wash it. Moving them out of the hot water. The suds dripping down between them and he squirmed against her. He reached down and tipped his manhood so it slid between her labia. Then he moved his hips as he washed her hair so that it rode back and forth against her womanhood. Andrea moaned loudly. The feeling was building again inside her. The feeling of passion and pleasure. He kissed her deeply. He stroked between her legs. He squirmed against her. He washed her hair. Andrea was lost in a fog of pleasure. "I love you." he gasped. "I love you." she heard herself reply. "Of course you do. You are my slave." he replied. "I am your slave." she repeated. He upped his tempo. Her body approached the edge, but somehow he knew. Each time she came close he slowed his movements and let her receed again. Then he was back building her up again. His hands teased her small breasts and nipples, which were painfully erect. He touched her anus sensually again and again. She was lost. Her breath a gasping wheeze of desire and pleasure. Still he kept it up. She whipped her head from side to side. She wanted nothing more in her whole life than for the pleasure of that moment to continue forever. Yet her body screamed for release. But he would not. He kept her on the raw edge of oblivion. Finally he let her slip back a bit more and then was driving his penus hard over her clitoris. She climbed the last of the mountain like a pole vaulter rocketed into the air by the compression of his pole. It was like the top of her head blew off and she emptied her lungs in a primal scream that should have curdled the water that was suddenly flowing around them again as their bodies jerked together in mutual orgasm. "I love you." echoing in her mind. Andrea floated. Feeling light as a feather again. He tenderly stroked her as he kissed her deeply. She was vaugely aware of it when he sat her in a chair and lovingly daubed the drops from her tender body. She felt warm and alive... but almost sleepy. Content with whatever he would do to her from then on. He used the blowdrier as he dried and brushed out her hair. Carefully removing the slightest snag without hurting her. She was vaugely aware that a belt held her in the chair, her hands now free. She had no desire to move. As he worked he stopped every now and then and kissed her deeply. Then returned to what he was doing. He got her hair completely brushed out and dry and then moved behind her to braid it into a French braid. Then he left and returned with make-up. He carefully made up her face to his specifications. Then he picked up the seat with her in it and turned it so she was facing the mirror. "Look. You are alive. You are a beautiful young woman... not quite yet a full woman, but you are lovely. Gaze upon your lovliness." he said. She looked. She did look lovely. More lovely than she had ever felt in her life. She looked like a woman, save the size of her breasts, which were growing daily. He moved behind her. "See. A man and a woman. See how well we compliment. She how my muscles are strong and your skin has the tender padding of sensual softness to match it." he said. He knelt behind the chair and wrapped his strong arms around her, just below her breasts. He softly kissed her neck as she gazed into the mirror. "I love you." he whispered in her ear. "I love you." she replied, without hesitation. "Then kiss me." he said, moving his face besides hers. She turned her head and faced him. She leaned forward and kissed him like she used to kiss him. "No, not a little girl kiss. I thought we were beyond that. Kiss me like a woman. Like I kissed you in the shower." he said. She quivered a bit as her head moved to meet his lips once again. She was awkward at first. She opened her mouth in preparation for his tongue, but it did not arrive. She realized he was waiting for her to do it to him. She was tenative at first, just the tip of it passing his lips and withdrawing. But he swirled his deeply into her mouth once and then withdrew it. She followed it back with her own. Suddenly she was kissing him for all she was worth. She pushed her tongue as far into his mouth as it would go and he sucked upon it hungrily. She held the back of his head with her hands. She wanted to give him the best kiss he had ever had. Finally she pulled back. "Not bad. You will learn. Let us brush our teeth and practice some more." he said. She was still belted into the seat. He turned the chair next to the sink and handed her her brush with toothpaste on it. Then brushed his own. She had to lean to spit into the sink, she didn't care. It was just an inconvienience. He showed her how to brush her tongue after she was through. "Why?" she asked. "Is it not bigger than any tooth? You wish your mouth to be clean yet you leave the biggest part of it unscrubbed?" he asked. She nodded. That made sense. She followed his example. But gagged a bit as her tongue was not used to it. She was surprised when her tongue changed color on top and began to look like the rest of it. After she rinsed he gave her a small amount of mouthwash and took the same himself as a final rinse. Her mouth felt as clean as it ever had in her life. He picked up the chair and carried it to the kitchen. Seating her at the table. First he turned her to the side and faced her, knelling before her. "Kiss me." he commanded. Andrea found herself kissing him with all her soul. She liked it. "That's better. Now, every time I tell you to kiss me from now on. Kiss me like that." he said. She nodded. "Kiss me." he repeated. She repeated the action. "Good. You are learning to be a woman. You are learning to be a master. A master takes what they desire. Be it love or money. You will be a woman and a master before we are through. For I love you. " he said. "I love you." she echoed. "We shall see." he said. He turned her to face the table. There was a plate of french toast, eggs and bacon before her. A glass of orange juice and a bowl with somthing brown in it lay just beyond her plate. She sort of sniffed a bit. "What's this?" she asked, pointing at the bowl. "Shit." he replied. She looked suddenly revolted and nauseous. "Why is it on the table?" she asked. "To show you that it does not matter." he said, digging into his food. She felt tears in her eyes. She was very hungry, but the thought of eating while that was on the table disgusted her. "You'd better eat. If you do not eat this, then it will sit here as it is until you do. So will you. If you get sick again you will wear it again. Plus the shit. I will not wash it off again. You will stay that way." he said, returning to his breakfast. "Why are you doing this to me?" she asked, crying. "Because I love you. Have I not made you feel pleasure beyond your wildest dreams? And you have yet to know the pleaure of full womanhood and mastery. You make a big deal out of a trivial matter. You are hungry, but you let your hunger be secondary to your revulsion. To survive you must not only to be able to eat by shit. You must be able to taste it without gagging. I am not asking you to eat it. I am asking you to *ignore* it as the triviality it is." he said. "What happened to you?" she asked. He took a quivering breath and closed his eyes a moment. "I love you too much to tell you." he replied, his eyes sparkling a bit. She looked at him a moment. "Eat." he commanded, motioning to her plate. Reluctantly she picked up her fork. She sliced her French toast and daubed it in her eggs. She avoided looking at the shit. She managed to get through the meal. She actully cleaned her plate. A mail truck pulled up outside. Andrea suddenly thought about calling for help. "Please do not call out. I do not wish to kill him." Bobby said. Andrea nodded, the fear back again. The mail man dropped his letters in their box and moved on down the street. "Good. You are beginning to learn what is really important." he said, easily. She nodded. "Now, lets do something about you having to be tied up." He said. "I have to go to the bathroom." she said. He nodded. "We will see to that." he said, lifing her in the chair and carrying her to the bathroom. He set her down and then returned with a lenght of rope. He also had a bunch of leather laces. He released the belt from behind her and lifted her out of the chair and set her on the toilet seat. He moved the chair up in front of the toilet and sat in it. "Can I have some privacy?" she asked. "No, there is no such thing." he said, easily, starting to weave the leather laces together. "I have to poop." she said. He looked at her a second. "Kiss me." he said. She did. Trying to put her heart into it. He pulled back and continued his weaving. "Well?" she asked. "Well what. You need to go, go." he said. "I don't think I can with you in here." she said, getting tears in her eyes again. "Then you don't really need to go." he said, quickly weaving the leather together. She realized that he wasn't going to leave. She really needed to go. She tried. It took a long time for her to get started. She groaned from the strain, seeking to hide her face from him in humiliation. Her urine added to the waste in the toilet. She could smell her shit. It was a bit painful from the things that had been done to her. "Kiss me." he said, once she started. She looked at him in disgust. "Would you rather wear it?" he asked, softly. She shook her head and bent to kiss him, tears rolling down her cheeks. "I love you." he said, then went back to his weaving. He had a long strip of woven leather now. He tried it around her neck once and then went back to weaving. She realized he was making her a collar. It hardly mattered at the moment. "I'm done, I have to wipe." she said. "Kiss me." he said. This time she did not hesitate. She kissed him deeply. "So wipe." he said, resuming his weaving. She sighed and rolled up some paper. She reached between her legs and wiped herself. "Wipe good." he said, the weaving almost done. She took a second wad of paper and wiped herself again. Finally she turned and flushed the toilet. He reached out and put the collar around her neck. Now he weaved the ends into what he had already weaved. Adding an unraveled end of the rope to the weaving. He weaved the ends into the collar and then pulled upon it. He pulled hard and she was forced to bend. He held her and pulled even harder, it hurt her neck a bit, and she wimpered from it. Then he quit pulling. "I just wanted to show you it was strong. I could hang you from it... but that is not what I will do. I do not wish you to be damaged. I love you." he said. She looked at him a moment. He did not wish to hurt her. She could see it. "I love you too." she said. He smiled. It was the first time she had seen him smile in years. It warmed her heart. "Kiss me." he said. She kissed him, hard. The kiss was warm and hungry. Now they played tag with each others tongues. His fingers reached out and softly caressed her small breasts and erect nipples, teasing them. She moaned in pleasure. "Very good." he said, pulling back. She beamed at him. "And now I shall show you how trivial shit is. Stand up." he said. She stood. He threaded the rope around the handle of the drawer and used it to pull her into a bent over posture. Then tied it off. He move his chair to give him room and swung her hips around to face him. A moment later her cheeks were spread and his tongue was back swirling around her anus. She fought her nausea and disgust mixed with the pleasureable feeling she felt as he thoughoughly cleaned the area with his tongue. Eventually the pleasure won out and she was moaning softly in delight. Andrea should have expected what happened next. He released the rope from the drawer handle and she found herself pulled around into his arms. She yeilded against his body and suddenly his lips were upon hers. She found herself gagging through the kiss, but he held her as he repeatedly pushed his tongue into her mouth and swirled it around hers. She sought to clamp her mouth shut and he jerked sharply down on the rope hurting her neck. She once again had tears in her eyes as she yeilded to her fate. He kept kissing her. Eventually she forgot her adversion and was kissing back. He pulled back. He held her gaze for a bit. "Kiss me." he said. Andrea found herself kissing him deeply. "Now remember that. It is not the shit that is bad. It is the thought of it. If you assign it no meaning, then it has none." he said. She kind of nodded to him. "Brush your teeth again and rinse with the strong mouthwash. I do not wish to transfer an infection to your womanhood." he said. Andrea was complacent, wondering what he meant as she brushed. In the meantime he was weaving the rest of the rope around his waist. Once he completed this he moved in to brush his teeth and rinse too. Andrea waited, patiently. When he was done, he just turned and walked out. Andrea was forced to follow him. He seemed to walk at random around the house, stopping to look at something, then once again walking off without warning. Andrea learned to watch him and anticipate his movements. It took almost an hour before he could move at will and she would follow without having her collar jerked. Bobby walked into their parents bedroom and pulled down the covers. He crawled into the bed, Andrea crawling in after him as he slid to the far side. "Now.. It is time for you to learn about your body." he said, pulling her to him. Andrea actually enjoyed the way his nude body felt against hers. She snuggled to him not knowing what to expect. "Kiss me." he commanded. Andrea complied. This time she felt his manhood growing as she did it. It scared her a bit. She had a bit of fear in her eyes as she pulled back. He seemed to read her mind. "It is but an object. A piece of flesh like a finger, toe or an ear. Look at it closely." he said, using her collar to pull her head down to him. Andrea found herself face to face with his manhood. She gulped. But the memory of the first night filled her mind. She viewed it differently now. Almost objectively. "Touch it. See what it feels like in your hand. Kiss it. It is clean. See what it feels like to your lips and tongue. It cannot hurt you. It is but flesh." he said. Andrea was scared, but didn't dare *not* do as he said. She softly reached out to touch it. "See how it feels just like the skin of my stomach?" he asked. Andrea nodded, touching it further. She gently wrapped her hand around it and felt it's pulsating warmth. "It's warm." she gulped. "Yes... Let your lips touch it." he said. Andrea found herself softly kissing it. She kissed it along the surface and then on the end. A shiney drop of fluid apeared at the tip and stuck to her lips as she drew back, like a drop of spit. It stretched between her lips and the end. She found herself licking it off her lips. It did not have a strong flavor. "Let your tounge get to know the skin of my stomach, then let it know that it is the same." he directed. She found herself licking his stomach. It was not unpleasant. Then she seemed drawn to his man hood. She licked at it tenatively. He groaned softly. "Did I hurt you?" she asked, concerned. "No, it feels good. Like when I lick your ass." he said. She kind of nodded and went back to lick it all over. He seemed to really like it. "Put it in your mouth. It is just like sucking upon your finger, only more pleasurable for both you and me." he said. Andrea placed her lips over the end, slowly working it into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the end and he groaned again. He guided her hips over his head. Pulling a pillow under his head he pulled her pubic area down to his mouth. "This is what that feels like to me." he said, licking at her clitoris. ======== --------------------------------------------------- End of section of Savant. Post comments to: deanajohns@hotmail.com -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----