index


Message-ID: <37273asstr$1026382202@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
Content-Disposition: inline
Mime-Version: 1.0
From: Zebbidiah Smith <zebulon@canadamail.de>
Reply-To: zebulon@canadamail.de
Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit
Subject: {ASSM} Part 1 - Blackmailed Into Bondage (MF, FF, Bd)
Date: Thu, 11 Jul 2002 06:10:02 -0400
Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d

This is a work of fiction in 14 parts.  It is the second novel
set in the same world as "The Training of Jeannie and Clair."  It
is approximately the same length as the first novel, but was
broken into slightly smaller chunks to avoid problems with my
Email service.

Zebulon

No reference to real persons is intended.  It contains strong,
non-traditional sexual imagery and language.  If you don't like
this kind of thing, don't read it.
          Feedback is welcome.  Zebulon@canadamail.de

(MF, FF, Bond)

- - - - -

Part 1 - Blackmailed Into Bondage by Zebulon

                      *   *   *   *   *

     Penny Taylor was a gorgeous woman.  She was sitting on a
thick maroon rug facing a large stone fireplace, a dreamy,
far-away look in her eyes.  Her hair was a rich lustrous auburn,
almost a rusty red.  It shimmered in the light of the fire.

     There were innocent clusters of freckles on the backs of
each of her shapely shoulders.  Her skin was smooth and a
wonderfully deep tan.  Her arms were long and well muscled.  Her
hips were womanly without being overly wide.  Her behind was firm
and beautifully rounded.  At the moment, she was sitting up, her
body positioned over her feet, knees on the floor spread to the
sides.  She had very shapely hands with long aristocratic
fingers.  Her fingers were intertwined, her hands together
resting at the base of her spine just above that fabulous ass.

     Miss Taylor's wrists were bound together with a set of
tight, fur-lined cuffs.

     Her new Mistress was sitting in a large chair next to her,
studying some papers.  Absently she reached out a hand and ran it
through Penny's luxurious hair.  She gently rubbed Penny's ear
and played her fingers over the strap that held the gag in place.
 The hand withdrew to turn a page.

     The touch of the hand brought Penny back to the here and
now. Tears formed in the corners of her pretty green eyes and
trickled down her cheeks, over the leather strap of the gag,
under her chin where they met and formed a single tiny rivulet
which slowly made its way down her lovely throat and between the
generous, proudly standing breasts.  There were little freckles
dotted around each luscious globe.  The nipples and areolas were
of a darker shade that matched her skin tones well.  One of her
small round nipples was erect, the skin of the areola surrounding
it tight and crinkled.

     The other nipple was clamped into a painfully tight little
clip which the delivering agent had put there for display.  He
was from the old school and believed a slave should always be
delivered in gag, cuff, and nipple clamp.  Especially a slave of
this value.

     The tears continued their downward trek across her flat,
supple belly, filling her navel and following the line of almost
invisible hair to her pubic mound.  There the tears were
swallowed up by the full pubic bush which was of the same
exquisite color as the hair on her head.

     The lady in the chair, having read something which struck
her interest, reached down between Penny's legs and ran her
fingers through her pussy.  She became aware of the dampness of
the tears and looked into the young redhead's face and smiled. 
Then she looked back down and reaching between the large lips,
brought her fingers up into her clit and cunt and rubbed in a
gentle circular pattern.  Penny sucked in a deep breath through
her nose and began to tremble.  Sure enough, her pussy moistened
in an incredibly short time and was soon quite wet.

     The lady removed her hand, now slick with love juices, and
used it to lift Penny's chin so that they were looking into each
others eyes.  "You are a hot little number, aren't you," she said
with a vaguely Italian accent.

     With the gag in her mouth, she couldn't speak.  But she had
learned one always answered one's owner.  Penny nodded her head,
her tears flowing even more freely.

     The lady sat back and put down the papers.  She pursed her
lips and looked at the agent.  "The old bastard is certainly
asking a great sum for a girl who isn't fully trained.  He can't
fool me by working through an intermediary."

     The agent, who was sitting across from her, smiled.

     The Mistress continued, "I can't help but wonder if I'm
getting fleeced here."

     "I don't believe you're looking at this properly," he
answered with a thick British accent.  "Had you custom ordered a
girl of this magnificence you'd probably have paid at least three
times as much."

     The Mistress had to give him that.

     "And," he continued," you won't have to untrain and then
retrain her to suit your personal preferences--you train her only
once."

     The Mistress gave him that, too.

     "Besides," he said reaching over and turning her head, "how
often do you come across a property this exquisite."  He motioned
for Penny to stand.  She did.  The had her face toward her
Mistress, sideways, backward.  He had her walk across the room
and back. "Look at the way she moves, that face, that body."  He
stood up himself and removed the gag.  "Say hello to your new
Mistress."

     "Hello Mistress."  Her voice was as lovely as the rest of
her.  It was sexy and very feminine and trembled only slightly.

     "And smell your hand, if you'd like a real sensual
experience."
                    
     The Mistress had already done so and couldn't remember a
more enticing aroma.  Truth be known she was eager to finish the
details of the purchase and get rid of the agent so that she
could be alone with her new slave.  She was protesting mostly for
form's sake.  It was clear the agent either wouldn't or couldn't
do anything to sweeten the exchange, and since she had no
intention of returning the girl . . .

     "Come with me," she said rising from her chair, "and we'll
take care of the details."  She turned to Penny and pointing back
at the spot next to the chair said, "sit."  Penny returned to her
waiting position as the other two left the room.  The tears
returned as she thought back over the past year and everything
that had led her to this new life.

                      *   *   *   *   *

     It had all seemed so exciting, to have received her
Bachelor's degree in Education at the top of her class from one
of the best colleges in the country.  She had the pick of a
number of excellent teaching jobs.  She had eventually settled on
Briar Oaks, a small private high school with tremendous prestige.
 It wasn't the highest paid job in the world, but would open all
kinds of doors a few years down the road.  Briar Oaks seemed to
offer her the best opportunities for doing something special with
her life that would be worthy of her parents.  Besides it had an
excellent medical plan and included free rent of a lovely little
house just off campus. That's what had convinced her in the end.
The beautiful country cottage on a secluded side road which
connected the campus to a park.  It was known as faculty row,
since most of the younger faculty lived there.  Eventually,
teachers who stayed at Briar Oaks would get married and look for
something bigger or move out for other reasons.  But for as long
as she wanted, as long as she was teaching at the school, she
could stay rent free.  There were a dozen nearly identical houses
spread out over a half mile of faculty row, all out of eye sight
and hearing range of each other.  Most of them were nestled well
back from the road itself behind trees and shrubs. As soon as
she'd seen it, Penny had fallen in love with the picturesque
little house.

     Then there was the school, rich in tradition, and itself a
lovely place to work.  It was built in and around a number of
small lakes and looked more like a country club than a high
school.  There were dorms on campus for the large majority of
students who lived there.  Only a few commuted in from the city.
The faculty in her department seemed quite pleasant and the
administration, she was told, left the teachers free to teach. 
There was none of that school board interference which made life
in the public system so trying.

     The students were well above average in intellect and
abilities. The school's reputation drew a great many applicants
and only a very few were admitted.  Most of the students came
from families that ranged from moderately well off to super rich.
 A few, a notably gifted few, with super I.Q.'s and tremendous
potential, were admitted on scholarship.  The school let them in
on either a reduced or waived tuition since it was these geniuses
who made the school's reputation in the first place.  There was a
warm collegial atmosphere all around, unless you were bothered by
the ego factors associated with a tightly packed group of
underpaid faculty interacting with spoiled rich kids and super
intelligent weirdo's.

     Penny Taylor moved into her new home directly from her
college dorm.  The day after college graduation she and a couple
of friends packed her belongings into a rented trailer and drove
straight through so that she would arrive the next day.  They
traded off driving and helped her unpack and settle in.  After a
couple days of sightseeing and partying they left with tearful
goodbyes, promising faithfully that they would stay in touch. 
They didn't.

     Penny spent the summer working on her classes and getting to
know the city, the campus, and the few students and faculty who
were taking or teaching summer courses.  That's when she first
met Randall Locke.  Randall was one of the really intelligent
students but unlike many of the others he seemed quite normal. 
He also came across as quite a bit more sophisticated than the
average Briar Oaks student.  Penny chalked this up to his coming
from a poor family and being more street wise.

     She met him in the school library a couple of weeks after
she moved in.  She had made an appointment to ask the school
librarian some questions about the collection and he had promised
to take her on a tour.  Unfortunately, the day she was supposed
to get her tour, the library received several new shipments of
books which had to be cataloged.  'Would it be all right if we
did the tour later?' Penny had no problem waiting, but just then
this handsome young man, who had been watching and listening from
a near by table, stepped up and volunteered to help the pretty
young new teacher in distress.

     "My name is Randall," he said.  "I'd be more than happy to
give you a tour of the library."

     The librarian added, "Mr. Locke is one of our brightest
minds and I'm sure can answer most of your questions.  Just let
me know tomorrow if there is anything you still need."  And with
smiles all around, the librarian went back to his stacks and
Randall escorted the new teacher through the library.

     "You didn't ask my name," she said.

     "You're Miss Taylor.  Miss Penelope Francis Taylor known to
your friends as Penny.  You just graduated Summa Cum Laude from .
. ."

     Penny interrupted, "pardon me, but how do you know all this
about me?"

     He looked at her and grinned, "computers.  Nothing is secret
anymore if you know how to work through the net."

     "But why, did you look up my information in the first
place?"

     "I'm thinking of taking a class from you in the fall.  I
didn't know anything about you and wanted to find out.  I hope I
didn't offend."  His manner seemed sincere enough.

     "Not at all," penny lied.  "Actually I'm flattered," which
was true.  "I was just curious how you knew so much."

     But what Penny didn't know about him was that he had already
developed an unusual strategy for gaining power over young women
and was seriously thinking about trying it out on her.

                      *   *   *   *   *

     When Penny was a high school honor student herself, Randall
Locke was just entering his teens.  His parents had died in a car
accident when he was quite young.  He didn't remember them.  All
he remembered was a drunken aunt and her succession of abusive
boyfriends.  He learned early to make himself scarce.  As long as
he did, no one seemed to know or care where he was or what he was
doing.

     What he did most days, from the time he was old enough to
wander off on his own, was to hang out at a local video arcade. 
He made friends with the owner who was a computer jock.  The
owner would spend his days keeping his arcade machines in good
repair and writing computer programs.  Before he had left
elementary school, Randall had learned a variety of computer
languages and the owner would even let him help write some of the
simpler programs.  He gave the boy an old computer as a
graduation present.  Randall smuggled it into the basement of his
house and hid it so that his mother's latest sex partner wouldn't
steal it to pawn. He was soon a legitimate computer prodigy and
an accomplished hacker.

     In the course of hacking he had broken into some rather
impressive computer systems including an international monetary
exchange, a foreign military alliance, several federal agencies,
and a rather obscure little network which turned out to be hooked
to a large and powerful white slave organization known as the
Mart. Like any business, the Mart had to keep records--customer
lists, addresses, phone numbers, product descriptions, inventory,
staff, facilities, etc.  With the advent of modern technology the
Mart had computerized.  And along with computers they had hired
hackers of their own to run the system and to insure security. 
So when security was breached, an incredibly rare event in
itself, a number of automatic systems went into effect.  One of
these was able to tell the Mart's hackers exactly where the
intruder was calling from.

     Even as young Randall was reading through a bunch of
fascinating sales flyers describing beautiful young women who had
been abducted and trained as sex slaves, his home phone and
address were located and the decision made to have him quietly
eliminated.  The order went out to a semi-retired master who
lived in the area.

     Master Eugene was in his mid 50's and lived in a modest
little mansion on the edge of town.  His home was not far from
the Briar Oaks campus, in fact.  He was told to scope out the
address of the hacker, positively identify the individual, and
then order up the agents who would do the wet work.  Once he
discovered Randall was just a brilliant teenager, he decided to
try something else first.

     He wrote a letter of invitation and had a company hacker
download it into Randall's system.  If the boy ignored the letter
Master Eugene would have him downloaded into a three by seven
foot hole in the ground.  If the boy responded, however . . .
well, he would wait and see.

     A week later, Randall Locke showed up for dinner at Master
Eugene's mansion and was greeted by a comely young woman wearing
nothing but a collar with her name on it and wrist and ankle
cuffs.  Over dinner, which had been served by another beautiful
and taller girl, similarly attired, Master Eugene decided that
Randall was highly sophisticated for his age, possessed no
ethical or moral restrictions to speak of, and was a horny little
bastard.

     After dinner there was coffee and dessert in the den. 
Master Eugene went ahead and told him a little about the Mart and
gauged his responses.  He warned him about the need for absolute
secrecy and the penalties for betraying that secrecy.  Then the
Master casually asked if he might be interested in becoming
involved.  He suggested, Randall, could help with computer work
for awhile and eventually when he was older, who knows.  He would
even be paid for his computer work.  Randall accepted eagerly.

     Master Eugene fixed Randall with a cold stare, "Absolute
secrecy and no second chances.  It might interest you to know the
Mart had a contract out on your life, just for reading their
files.  I arranged to have it put on hold.  You do anything to
screw it up, you embarrass me, and the hold is off."

     Randall wasn't even fazed--he had no intention of screwing
up.

     'We'll see,' the Master thought to himself.  But for now. .
.,' and then he said aloud, "this calls for a celebration."  And
then raising his voice he called out, "girls!"

                      *   *   *   *   *

Master Eugene and Randall were seated on a sofa as three girls
arrived and assembled themselves before them.  All three had
light brown hair and great bodies.  Master Eugene introduced
them:

     "This is Carolena," he indicated the girl who and met him at
the door.  Carolena was five foot six with a thin athletic build.
 She was well muscled but very feminine.  Her breasts were large
and quite round.  She had the prettiest face of the three with
very full sensuous lips.  Randall noticed while all three girls
had the same shade of light brown hair, Carolena's pubic hair was
darker than the other two.

     "Carolena is twenty-three and used to be a waitress.  One
night at dinner I complimented her on her looks.  I'm afraid she
wasn't very nice and I thought she needed some lessons in
manners." Carolena lowered her eyes and looked embarrassed. 
"That's O.K. dear, it was long ago and long forgiven."  She
looked back up and brightened.  "She's given me excellent service
ever since.  Haven't you dear?"

     "Yes, Master."  Her voice was young and sexy and
enthusiastic.

     "This is Victoria," he indicated the girl in the middle who
had done most of the serving during dinner.  She was the tallest
of the three, perhaps five-eleven, and had very large breasts on
a thin frame.  Her nipples were long as well.  Her face was nice
with large eyes and a very wide mouth.  She had long, long legs
and very white skin.

     "Victoria is only twenty and adopted so to speak.  She was
originally picked up in Canada.  She was studying to become a
dancer, weren't you dear?"

     "Yes, Master."  Her voice was high and very sweet.

     "A customer ordered her through the free lancer who
recruited her himself and botched her training.  Then there was a
falling out with the customer that threatened to go public, so
the Mart sent me to find out what the hell was going on."  He
fixed Randall with a cold stare.  "Once I did, I arranged for an
agent who quietly liquidated them both."  Randall didn't flinch
and the Master turned his attention back to Victoria and
continued.  "There were three girls and I didn't have the heart
to have them put to sleep.  But I couldn't exactly turn them
loose either.  So at my own expense I brought them back here
where I retrained them.  That was about a year ago.  I've since
sold the other two--at a profit actually.  But Victoria was my
favorite so I kept her."

     Victoria was obviously pleased with the compliment.

     "Now Alexia has been with me for years," he said beaming at
her.  "You just turned twenty-nine, didn't you, dear?

     "Thirty-three, Master, she replied with pleasure."  Alexia
had a deep and sultry voice with what Randall took to be an
English accent and she dimpled when she smiled.  Master Eugene
winked at Randall.

     Alexia could have easily passed for her mid to late
twenty's. She was five-eight and had a rounder and more womanly
body than the other two.  Her breasts were not quite so large but
they were very shapely and her nipples were large and pink.  Her
pubic hair grew very short or it had been trimmed.  But most of
all, there was something about her face, something in her eyes
perhaps that men found tremendously attractive.

     "Before I retired, I worked for many years as the training-
master of a South African gentleman.  The job paid quite
handsomely as you can tell by my retirement arrangements.
Benefits of a job which might eventually be yours if you can keep
your mouth shut. . . ."

     Randall looked around the luxurious room, looked back at the
three girls who were standing patiently waiting on their Master's
pleasure, and smiled.  He certainly would keep his mouth shut.

     ". . . Alexia was one of the girls I trained while in his
employ," Master Eugene was saying.  "She was an Australian nurse,
right out of school and out to see the world.  Putting in some
volunteer time at a local clinic.  Then she came to the owner's
attention.  When I retired a few years back I was entitled to
take one personal slave with me.  I took Alexia.  The prettiest
slave in the stable."  The Master smiled at her and she beamed
back.

     Then he turned to Randall and said, "Girls, this is Mr.
Locke. Don't let his youth fool you.  This little genius managed
to shake up the entire Mart by breaking into their computer
records.  Now he has decided to join the organization and I think
we ought to give him a proper welcome."  The three slaves
observed Randall with curiosity and respect.

     "Randall," the Master said, "Which one do you like the
best?"

     Randall's eyes went big.  He could guess what was coming. 
He stared at the three girls.  Alexia was beautiful, but she was
so old. Victoria was the youngest, but she was so tall, an inch
taller than Randall.  Carolena was only a little older than
Victoria and she was so pretty.  He picked her.

     Master Eugene stood up smiling.  "Randall," he said, "one of
the obligations of a good master is to keep his slaves contented.
And a slave will only take sexual pleasure at her master's
bidding. I'm afraid I haven't been a very good master lately;
I've been too tied up with projects.  I think these poor girls
are a more than a little starved for attention."

     "Ladies," he said turning to the three slave girls, "why
don't you take Mr. Locke to the big bedroom and show him, and
yourselves, a good time.  And Carolena, you please take
especially good care of our young friend here.  I've got some
telephone calls to make and some other work to finish."  Then he
turned to Randall and said, Oh, by the way, when do you have to
leave to go home."

     "It doesn't really matter," he replied grinning, "Nobody
cares. My aunt probably thinks I'm staying over with a friend."

     "And so you are," replied the Master as he turned and walked
out of the room.  "And so you are."

                      *   *   *   *   *

- - - - -

--End of Part 1 - Blackmailed Into Bondage - Zebulon -

_____________________________________________________________ Die
kostenlose WebMail fuer alle Canada-Freunde - www.canadamail.de
Ein Service von CDN.de - Die KANADA-Suchmaschine - www.CDN.de
-----------------------------------------------------------------
------- Kanada-Aktuell - das neue Print-Magazin f�r alle
Kanada-Interessierten - http://www.kanada-aktuell.com -
kostenloses Probeheft bitte anfordern unter:
info@kanada-aktuell.com.
-----------------------------------------------------------------
-------

_____________________________________________________________
Promote your group and strengthen ties to your members with
email@yourgroup.org by Everyone.net 
http://www.everyone.net/?btn=tag 

------- ASSM Moderation System Notice--------
This post has been reformatted by the ASSM
Moderation Team due to inadequate formatting.

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> |
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html>  Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}|
|Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org>   Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org>      |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+