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From: "Zebulon" <zebulon@fastmail.ca>
Subject: {ASSM} Part 3 - Blackmailed Into Bondage (MF, FF, Bond)
Date: Tue, 23 Jul 2002 13:10:05 -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@fastmail.ca

All Zebulon's work is posted here:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Zebulon/www/

(MF, FF, Bond)

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Part 3 - Blackmailed Into Bondage
by Zebulon

                      *   *   *   *   *

     When he entered Briar Oaks, Randall had moved out
of his aunt's house.  He had complained that he couldn't
study because of all the noise and abuse at home and
threatened to make all kinds of trouble if she didn't sign the
necessary papers.

     Truth be known, she was happy to be rid him.  There
had been more and more trouble between Randall and her
boyfriend, and she was tired of it.  The boyfriend who was
particularly unpleasant and malignant had caught wind that
Randall was getting a lot of money from somewhere and he
wanted a share.  It wasn't that Randall was spending his
money wildly.  Master Eugene had warned him against that. 
He was just accumulating a bunch of expensive computer
paraphernalia and the boyfriend had put two and two
together.  He had already stolen and pawned some of
Randall's equipment a couple of times.  When he complained, 
the boyfriend, whom he privately called 'the jerk,' had 
knocked him around and told him, "cough up and shut up."

     Randall hadn't wanted to bother Master Eugene with his 
family problems, but he finally went to him for advice.  The 
Master arranged to have both of the jerk's legs broken.  For 
a long time after that, Randall had no problem with him.

     By this time, Randall had squirreled enough money away
from his Mart computer work that expenses were not a
problem.  And there was always Master Eugene who would
have stepped in if he needed financial help.  The Master had
became his de facto guardian and helped arrange his move
into a nice little apartment just off the Briar Oaks campus.

     Laura was heading for Randall's apartment one Saturday
in response to his direct order to be there.  As she walked
she thought about her future.  She really loved kids and had
cut corners to get accepted to Briar Oaks.  She wanted the
inside track on future teaching positions which a degree
from Briar Oaks would give her.  There was a strong alumni
network for teachers who had all come out of this program. 
Her relationship with Randall Lock was threatening all that. 
He already had enough evidence on her that he could
probably get her banned from working with children forever
if he wanted to.  He could certainly get her thrown out of
school and could probably get her tossed in jail.  She felt
like crying with rage and frustration.

     When Laura arrived she was not surprised to find his
camera set up to take more photographs.  She was surprised
to find a very attractive girl with light brown hair standing
naked in the living room.  She was a few inches shorter than
Laura and very pretty.  She looked to be in her late
twenties.  This is Carolena," he told her.  "She's going to
help us take some art shots."  Laura would have walked out
then and there if she hadn't felt so trapped.

     A heavy couch had been moved into the center of the
room and everything else cleared away.  Randall started
snapping pictures as soon as Laura walked through the
door.  He had a computer camera which recorded the
images magnetically so he never had to stop to change film. 
Carolena walked up and Laura could see she was carrying a
leather collar.  She reached out to strap it around Laura's
neck.  Carolena was barefoot.  Laura was a few inches taller
and still wearing her street shoes.  Carolena had to reach up
to put the collar on.  Laura flinched backward as the first
touch and looked over at Randall.  He just raised his
eyebrows and nodded his head toward Carolena. 
'Cooperate,' he was saying non verbally.  Laura sighed and
held still.  Carolena finished attaching the collar.  She picked
up a leash, clipped it on, and led Laura to the couch.

     Laura followed the beautiful older woman.  She didn't
want her tugging on the leash.  Once at the couch, Carolena
dropped the leash.  She reached up and started to unbutton
Laura's shirt.  Laura again shot a look at Randall who
clicked a picture in response.  Laura reached up to take over
the unbuttoning process.  If her clothes had to come off, she
would do it herself.  Carolena slapped her hands away. 
Laura dropped her hands to her sides and looked miserable.

     As Carolena undid the shirt she would stop after each
button and hold open the shirt for Randall to snap a picture. 
Once the blouse was completely unbuttoned, Carolena
walked around behind Laura and yanked it wide open and
down.  Then she pulled it off completely.  She undid the bra
and pushed it forward off the younger girl's shoulders.  As
the cups fell away from her breasts, Laura reached up
instinctively to cover them.  Carolena grabbed her elbows
and pulled them back, straightening her arms until her hands
were almost touching.  Laura's breasts were large and pear
shaped.  Her nipples were medium sized, very pink and
rounded like little domes.  Her breasts were jutting out
toward Randall and his camera.  Snap, snap, snap.  Laura
closed her eyes.

     Laura felt Carolena slide her hands down until she was
grabbing both of her wrists.  She let go with one hand and a
couple of seconds later Laura felt her wrists being fastened
together behind her back.  Her eyes shot open.  Carolena
walked around and faced her.  She had something else in her
hand.  It looked like a rubber ball with straps.  She placed
one of the straps between her own teeth.  Then she grabbed
Laura by the back of her neck and reaching out with the
other hand, tweaked her nipple.  Laura yelped in surprise
and pain.  And as she did so, Carolena's hand came up like
lightening, grabbed the rubber ball and shoved it into her
mouth.  She tried to protest, but Carolena pushed her back
onto the couch and followed until she was sitting on the
seated girl's lap.  Her hands had never left Laura's neck and
mouth.  Within moments she had fixed the straps in place.

     Carolena rolled to the side and played with Laura's
nipples for the camera.  She was doing something which
made Laura incredibly horny.  Whoever this girl was, she
certainly knew exactly which buttons to push.

     While still toying with Laura's nipples with one hand,
Carolena pulled the leash up and tossed it over the back of
the couch with the other.  She swung the collar around so
that the leash trailed from the back of Laura's neck.  She
pulled it tight over the top of the couch and connected it to
some hidden hook.  Laura felt herself linked by the neck to
the couch.  When she had fallen backwards she had pulled
her arms up so that she wouldn't sit on her hands.  Carolena
tied a cord around one elbow and pulled it all the way
around the back of the sofa.  She brought the cord around
and tied it to her other elbow.  Laura was now anchored in
that position, but good.

     Carolena removed Laura's shoes, sox, and pants.  There
wasn't much Laura could have done to prevent her. 
Carolena positioned herself between Laura's legs and started
tweaking her nipples until Laura was once again in the
throws of sexual passion.  She felt Carolena's other hand
beginning to rub her pussy through the panties.  She wanted
to cry out or object, but the gag, the ropes, and her own
sexual heat made that impossible.  Her crotch was soon
steaming, the panty front drenched with her secretions.  She
found herself twitching involuntarily in time with Carolena's
motions.  Laura had never had a lesbian encounter before. 
And she hadn't been attracted to the woman who was now
arousing her so effectively.  But she was aroused now and
found that she was definitely attracted.

     Carolena stopped her molestations and leaning back,
brought Laura's knees together and slid her panties off. 
Laura didn't even try to stop her.

     She reached in and, grabbing Laura's hips, pulled her ass
to the front edge of the couch.  Reaching under the couch,
she found the ends of two cords which had been attached to
the rear legs of the heavy furniture.  Pulling one of Laura's
feet to the side and back she tied a cord around her ankle. 
Then she did the same with the other ankle so that her legs
were spread wide for the camera.  Laura's feet were also
tied a little way under the couch so that she had to keep her
bottom on the very edge of the seat to avoid painful muscle
cramps.  Laura had never before felt so vulnerable, so
exposed.

     Carolena spent a few minutes in a leisurely exploration
of Laura's body.  She poked and prodded, rubbed and
twisted, spread and pulled.  This seemed to be mostly for
the benefit of the camera.  Laura endured it with tears
streaming down her cheeks.  During this examination,
Carolena seemed to become enthralled with the smell of
Laura's pussy.  "This is really wild," she called over to
Randall.  "I don't think I've ever smelled one like this
before."

     "That good, is it?" he asked.

     "No," she replied.  "That is, it's good.  I like it.  It's not
super or anything, but it's nice."  She paused for a moment
sniffing her own fingers.  "It's just different from anything
I've ever smelled."  She held up her hand for Randall's
inspection.  "Here, what do you think?"

     He came over and sniffed at her hand, and then licked
two of the fingers.  They smiled at each other.  "I see what
you mean."

     Laura had never been so humiliated in her life.

     Randall leaned over and whispered something in
Carolena's ear.  He motioned with the camera.  She nodded. 
Then he leaned over and put his mouth against Laura's ear. 
She could feel his leg rub against her exposed twat.  "Now
you be a good girl and cooperate with Carolena," he
whispered.  "You're really quite beautiful and I want to get
some good shots."

     Laura started to scream into the gag, but all Randall did
was to back away and snap more pictures.

     Carolena moved between her legs and reaching up
massaged both breasts and nipples until Laura was in a
sexual fog.  She reached a hand down and inserted her
middle and ring fingers into Laura's cunt.  She wrapped her
thumb and forefinger around her clit and placed her pinky
against her anus.  Then she began to stimulate the whole
area with a gentle set of motions which moved in a wave
like pattern up and down.  It was a technique which
required lots of manual dexterity and practice.  Laura's eyes
opened wide and she grunted into the gag.  Within minutes
her eyes were closed again and her nostrils were flaring with
her heavy breathing.

     Carolena's other hand, which had been working a nipple
reached up and pulled a release on the side of the gag.  The
straps seemed to all come loose at once.  Her other hand
never ceased its cadence.  She pulled the ball out of Laura's
mouth.  It came out with an audible pop.  Laura's breath
was harsh and heavy.  Carolena continued the hand motions
which were now a little faster and stronger.  She leaned
forward and sucked one of Laura's nipples into her mouth. 
Laura moaned.

     Randall was working steadily with the camera.  He had
asked Carolena to get Laura hot and remove the gag so he
could get some clear shots of her face in heat.

     The assaulting hand was increasing its tempo.  The
assaulting lips and tongue were counterpointing the hand
action with a steady assault on Laura's tit.  Laura was
heaving and grunting as she approached her first serious
climax.  She'd been playing with herself for years, but had
never achieved more than a pale imitation of an orgasm. 
Suddenly she felt completely lost in her sexual responses. 
Her arms were locked behind her back, hands clenching and
unclenching.  Sweat was dotting her forehead and trickling
down her sides.

     Laura could feel the muscles in her groin tightening up. 
Her clit felt like it was alive with electricity.  Carolena
carefully brought her to the very edge of a climax and then
eased her over so that the orgasm lasted for several minutes. 
Laura throbbed and twitched on the edge of the sofa, her
toes curling and uncurling, her legs vibrating, her hands in
balled fists behind her back, the tendons in her neck
standing out, her head back on the couch, mouth wide open
and grunting at the ceiling.  Carolena had removed her hand
from Laura's twat.  It was getting tired.  She had replaced it
with her lips and tongue.  She had gotten down on the floor
between Laura's legs as soon as the orgasm had begun and
was tickling the soles of Laura's feet and artfully flicking at
her clit to prolong the orgasm as much as possible.  Randall
was getting some fantastic pictures.

     Then it was over.  The orgasm had faded out.  Carolena
had gotten up and disappeared into the bathroom.  Randall
had taken his camera and disappeared into his computer
room.  Laura was left sobbing in her bondage.

     Ten minutes later Carolena emerged fully clothed, came
up behind Laura and bent down to kiss her.  Laura turned
her face away.  Carolena laughed and kissed her on the
cheek.  Then she said, "so long, sweetie," and walked out of
the apartment.  Two minutes later Randall reappeared.  He
pulled a chair over between Laura's legs, looking at her
unashamedly while her skin turned scarlet under his gaze. 
He reached down and undid the ankle cords.  He removed
the collar and she sat up, angling her back toward him as 
best she could both to avoid his eyes and to allow him to 
unbind her arms.

     He took her wrists in his hands, but before he undid the
rope which Carolena had used to bind her, he said, "come
back the same time next Saturday and I should have
something to show you by then."

     What the hell did he mean by that?

                      *   *   *   *   *

     Next Saturday Laura was back at Randall's apartment. 
She expected to find Carolena and was determined not to let
herself be abused again.  Randall could go ahead and get her
expelled from school.  He could turn her over to the police
if he wanted.  She would do the best she could to take him
with her.  She had really worked herself into a really
defensive state of mind by the time she arrived.  She was
ready for a confrontation.  She was ready to rebel.  She
wasn't ready for what she found.

     No Carolena.  No Randall.  Nothing.  Just a large manila
envelope taped to his door with her name on it.  She
plucked it down.  It felt like there was a magazine inside. 
There was.  Randall had used the photographs he had taken
over the past month and produced a pornographic picture
book.  Laura slammed the magazine closed, stuffed it back
into the envelope, and biting her lower lip knocked on his
door.  No answer.  She knocked louder.  Still no answer. 
She tried the knob.  It was locked.

     Taking the parcel, which felt like it was going to burn
her fingers, she left.

     Back in her dorm she spent the rest of the day not
opening the envelope.  She tried to sleep without success. 
Finally she got up in the middle of the night, carefully
checked to be sure her door was locked, and removed the
magazine.  It wasn't a real magazine, just a bunch of pages
stapled and then taped together.  The quality of the printing
was outstanding.  Randall had downloaded the pictures into
his computer and used a publishing program to edit them. 
He had sent the output to a high quality color printer.

     Laura forced herself to read through the entire
manuscript.  Randall had selected pictures to create a
picture story about a rich young nymphomaniac who hires a
hooker to dominate and physically abuse her.  In looking at
the pictures there was no way to tell she hadn't been a
willing volunteer in the project.  She looked like some cheap
tart who had gotten paid to make this disgusting piece of
trash.  The early cheesecake shots, and some of the solo
porn shots made her look like she was enjoying herself.

     She suddenly went cold.  What was Randall going to do
with this.  He could obviously print up as many copies as he
wished.  As if in answer to her question she noticed a little
note between the final pages.  "What do you think?"  it
asked.  "I'll bet an adult book publisher would buy it.  We
could distribute free copies to all your friends and family. 
Ha-Ha.  Just kidding, I'm sure you'd never do anything to
make that happen."  The note was typed.  If she took this to
the police, she couldn't even prove she hadn't typed it
herself.

     So she tore the incriminating evidence into little pieces
and carefully burned it one piece at a time.  As it
disappeared she thought about how she could never become
a teacher if this ever became public.  She realized Randall
was right.  She wouldn't do anything to make that happen.

     The accumulated hold he had on her was too much.  She
would do whatever he demanded of her until she could
transfer to another school.  All she could hope for in the
mean time was that he would get tired of the game and let
her go.

                      *   *   *   *   *

     On the day following the end of the fall semester,
Randall was sitting in his apartment looking over a number
of computer records of other girls at Briar Oaks.  His
entrapment of Laura had proven far easier than he had
expected.  It was early morning and he was sitting in a large
overstuffed chair, a congratulatory gift from Master
Eugene.  He was wearing only an embroidered smoking
jacket, also purchased by the Master, but actually a present
from Carolena.  As he read his files, he was slouched way
down in the chair, his ass nearly hanging off, his feet spread
wide apart on the floor.  His smoking jacket was open.  And
between his legs, sucking his dick was Laura, herself naked
and practicing a fellatio technique which Alexia had taught
her the night before.  She had pulled the skin on his erect
member tight and was slowly sliding her lips up and down
along its entire length.  As she did so she would gradually
twist her head first one way and then the other.  It created a
corkscrew effect which Randall found exceptionally
pleasant.  Each time she got to the base of his cock the tip
was far enough into her mouth that it tickled the back of her
throat and threatened to set off her gag reflex.  Alexia had
taught her how to overcome that as well.  And all the while
she was stimulating the head and shaft of his prick with her
tongue.

     Laura was weeping and tears were trickling down her
face and landing on her pretty breasts.  He had never done
this with a man before.  She had been saving herself for
marriage.  And she was certain that before the day was out,
she would no longer be a virgin.  She was right.

     But Randall's studied indifference as he read his files
while Laura sucked him off was part of the training.  It was
another way of emphasizing his total mastery over her. 
Later, after a wonderful gourmet lunch, prepared by Alexia
and left by Victoria, he would take her into the shower
where he would sensually massage her body and work her
into a sexual storm.  Then he would gently dry her off and
lead her to his bed.  And there he would deflower her in an
afternoon of the most moving, the most romantic, the most
passionate love making she would ever remember.  Not a
bad way for a girl to lose her virtue, if it weren't for the
other circumstances.

     The next morning, Laura awoke having experienced five
of the most terrific orgasms of her young life.  'Wow,' she
thought, and had terribly mixed feelings about her
subservience to Randall Locke.  She had showered and was
getting dressed so that she could hurry back to her dorm to
pack for the Christmas break.  Randall was waiting for her
in the living room.

     "By the way," he said as she was walking toward the
door."  Laura froze.  "You know those applications you put
in for transfer to other High Schools?"

     She thought, 'how the hell did he know about those?' 
She said, "yes?"

     "One will be rejected, two will let you in but only next
fall, and one is willing to let you start spring term in five
weeks.  You ought to be getting the acceptance letters at
your home address over the Christmas break."  He paused.

     She waited.  There was more.  There had to be more.

     "Tell them no thanks."  And with that he turned and
walked into his computer room closing the door behind him.

     Laura left with her emotions in a turmoil.  She hated
being so servile.  She hated being so trapped.  She had no
idea how she felt about the night before.  She wasn't sure
what she was going to do about her fear or her situation. 
All she knew for sure was that she would be back at Briar
Oaks in the spring.

                      *   *   *   *   *

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