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Subject: {ASSM} Part 1 - Blackmailed Into Bondage (MF, FF, Bd)
Date: Wed, 17 Jul 2002 08:10:03 -0400
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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

http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Zebulon/www/

(MF, FF, Bond)

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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 really 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
twenties.  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."

                      *   *   *   *   *

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