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From: "Zebulon" <zebulon@fastmail.ca>
Subject: {ASSM} Part 4 - Blackmailed Into Bondage (MF, FF, Bond)
Date: Mon, 29 Jul 2002 18:10:05 -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 4 - Blackmailed Into Bondage
by Zebulon

                      *   *   *   *   *

     Randall's next conquest was Kim Ann Soong.  Kimberly
Annabelle Soong was half American, half Chinese.  Her
mother was a beautiful southern belle who had met a
charming and wealthy Hong Kong businessman and married
him.  They had sent their equally beautiful daughter back to
the states for an education.  Kim Ann was five foot three
and slim.  Her breasts were not large, but as Randall would
later find out, tremendously sensitive.  She was curvy but
not voluptuous.  She had raven black hair and a dark
complexion.  Her face resembled her mother more than her
father.  Large brown eyes, a small well-shaped nose, a
generous constantly smiling mouth with pearly white teeth. 
She had a high musical voice and if there is such a thing as a
deep southern Chinese accent, she had it.  Kim Ann was
quite bright and a little shy.  Although people who got to
know her found her to be gracious and remarkably upbeat.

     Where Laura's prime motivation had been her love of
children and teaching, Kim Ann was motivated by a love of
family and sense of duty.  Her mother expected her to
behave like a debutante; her father had wanted a son to go
into business with.  Kim Ann, tried to be both--she was
planning to double major in Business Administration and
Art History when she got to college.  Her highest ambition
in life was to make her parents proud.

     Randall picked Kim Ann both because she was the
prettiest girl at the school and because he felt the
combination of her personality and her situation made her
an ideal target.  The problem was, he didn't have anything
on her.  He spent a long time digging through various
computer files trying to put together something he could use
as leverage, but came up empty.  He was ready to give up
and move on to the next girl on his list when he thought he'd
try one more angle.  He did some digging on her parents. 
Bingo!

     There were a few items on the mother which showed
some potential, but the father was a gold mine.  Chang Lee
Soong owned a legitimate import-export operation, but his
real money was being made by smuggling computer
technology into Communist China.  It was a really neat
operation and Randall enjoyed himself for almost a week
over the Christmas break by tracking it down through its
computer trail.  When he got through he had enough hard
evidence to have Mr. Soong shut down and put away for
centuries, maybe even shot.  Now there was an idea!  He
discussed the situation with Master Eugene who suggested
a number of interesting possibilities.

     Briar Oaks wasn't a huge school.  Chances were good
that Laura and Kim already knew each other.  Randall fired
up his computer.  School records showed that Laura was
going to be in two classes with Kim Ann in the spring. 
Excellent.  He did some more checking.  They already had
completed five classes in common.  Outstanding.  When the
spring term opened, Randall instructed Laura to get as
friendly as she could with Kim Ann without making it
obvious.

     Laura had an unhappy premonition of what was coming
but did as she was told.  After a couple of weeks, he had
Laura leak a story to Kim Ann.  She mentioned a
mysterious stranger in a business suit who stopped her in
the city, flashed a badge, asked her some questions about
Kim Ann and her father, and then told her to keep her
mouth shut under penalty of law.  But, of course, she liked
Kim Ann so well she just had to tell.  Kim Ann either knew
or suspected enough about her father's business that this
story gave her the willies.  Laura sensed this but had no idea
why.  But Randall had told her Kim Ann would react that
way.

     Laura sighed and went on.  There was this guy she
knew.  A real computer jock.  He might be able to break
into some systems and figure out what was going on.  Did
Kim Ann want Laura to ask him to?  She sure did.

     Later that day both girls were in Randall's computer
room as he pulled up files on his screen.  There was a report
by an I.R.S. agent about some suspicious goings on going
on between a certain computer company and a Hong Kong
import firm.  There was an internal memo from C.I.A.
headquarters in Virginia mentioning computer technology
smuggling operations and suggesting the most prudent
course of action would be to arrange fatal accidents for
those identified as the having set them up.  There was a
report by a C.I.A. field agent in Hong Kong reporting
certain damning information and fingering Kim Ann's father. 
There was even a report by the field agent who had been
checking out Kim Ann.  Then there was a bunch of memos
which said that the C.I.A. analyst who would be looking at
all this had been on assignment in Japan for several weeks
but would be returning tomorrow.  As soon as Randall
finished reviewing the files, he turned to a white and
trembling Kim Ann and said, "they're going to kill your
father, you know?"

     She knew.

     She asked to borrow Randall's phone to make a collect
call to Hong Kong.  There wasn't a second to loose.

     Randall stopped her.  "Whatever you do, don't call or
even write.  According to these files, they've got your
father's phones tapped and they're monitoring his mail." 
Kim Ann looked trapped.

     "There's something else we can do."  Randall explained
how he could doctor the computer records to cover her
father's trail and put the C.I.A. on the wrong scent.  He just
had to get to the records before the analyst looked at them. 
Kim Ann jumped at that.

     Laura could see it coming clearly now but said nothing.

     There was only one thing.  Randall didn't want to use his
own computer.  Just in case the trail was ever traced back
he didn't want it to lead to him.  This was more nonsense
than fact, but Kim Ann wasn't expert enough about
computers to know.  By the time she might figure it out it
would be far too late.  So Kim Ann took Randall back to
her dorm room to use her computer.  Just before he did the
deed he warned her that if this were ever discovered he
would be completely in the clear and that all the computer
records would indicate that Kim Ann was responsible.  She
was going to have to take all the risk.  Did she still want him
to continue?  She did.

     Randall smiled to himself as he called his own computer
up through a dummy number and modified the files which
Master Eugene had written for him.

     Kim Ann was boundlessly grateful.  Six weeks later she
was sitting naked next to Laura on Randall's living room
floor.  Each was wearing only a collar.  Each had her hands
cuffed behind her back.  Victoria, in a very flashy
dominatrix outfit was holding their leashes as Randall
snapped pictures.

                      *   *   *   *   *

     It was very near the end of the spring term.  Randall was
standing at the window of his apartment watching the
approach of Laura and Kim.  The day had come for Kim to
loose her virginity.  Of course, she didn't know that yet. 
She had been well initiated into the art of lovemaking by
Carolena, Victoria, Alexia, and even Laura.  But not yet
with Randall.  He had patience.  And this is what Master
Eugene had counseled.  It made him more of a supreme
controlling figure.  More to be feared.  More to be
respected.  More to be worshiped.

     Laura was wearing her look of dull resignation as she
walked.  She had little love for Randall.  A really well
trained sex slave would.  Master Eugene was of the opinion
this might not be possible to achieve without the help of a
totally controlled environment.  He might be right.  But he
did have complete mastery of her and it showed in her every
move.

     Kim on the other hand walked with the determined stride
of someone who was going to a major confrontation.  In
less than a week she was going back to Hong Kong for the
summer.  Both Randall and Master Eugene had decided the
best course of action was not to stop her.  It was highly
likely she would say nothing about Randall.  And even if she
did, there was nothing to connect Randall's activities to the
Mart.

     Master Eugene thought there was a better than even
chance, if Randall played his cards right, that she would be
back next fall.  Kim Ann would try to break away from him
psychologically before leaving.  Hence the determined
stride.  If she succeeded she would not return to Briar Oaks. 
If she failed . . .

     Randall was going to play his cards to be sure she failed.

     He lost sight of them as they entered the building. 
Randall had moved his large overstuffed chair to the center
of the living room facing the door.  He sat and waited.  The
door was slightly ajar.  After a short while a tentative knock
was heard.  A very good sign.  Kim Ann hadn't simply come
barging in.  Randall said nothing and waited.  He was
wearing only his smoking jacket and pair of silk pajama
bottoms.  Another knock--this time a little louder.  He still
didn't answer.  He could hear whispering.  The girls' collars
were hanging in the hall closet.  There was additional
bondage paraphernalia under the skirt of his chair.

     The door creaked open.  Kim Ann's face appeared
around the corner.  Her expression made it clear his opening
gambit had worked.  She had lost her momentum--she
wasn't wearing the determined look which her striding had
foretold.  She saw Randall and came in.  Laura followed her
and shut the door.  Kim Ann looked as if she were about to
speak and Randall suddenly sat up and snapped his fingers
before she could get a word out.  Both girls looked at him
with consternation.  He had never done that before.

     He pointed at Kim Ann and then at the floor by his left
foot.  She hesitated and then opened her mouth.  He looked
at her sternly and said, "Not a word.  I know what you're
going to say and I'm not impressed.  You can't threaten me
and there is something you both need to know."  The
rhetorical hook, the mystery.  What did they both need to
know?  The Master predicted Kim Ann would continue to
follow simple, non threatening orders until she found out.

     She came over and sat.  He looked at Laura who was
still standing by the door.

     "Your collar is in the closet," Randall said, "get into it
and get over here."

     There was no question about Laura's obedience.  She
opened the closet door and started removing her clothes. 
Both Randall and Kim Ann watched her.  When she was
completely naked she lifted the collar off of the hook and
put it on.  She walked over and sat at Randall's right foot,
across from Kim Ann.

     He studied them for a long time before speaking.  Laura
was very conscious of her nakedness, Kim Ann of the fact
she was still dressed.  "Ladies," he said at last, "I have been
offered a job in England.  I am seriously considering taking
it and going."

     The seeds of hope and concern showed on both faces.

     "If I go I'm afraid I will have to leave you both behind."

     Hope started to bloom.

     "However, I've been told I can't leave any loose ends
either."

     'What the hell did that mean?'

     "That means the folks who have offered me the job
would prefer that I blow the whistle on both of you.  You,"
he said turning to Laura," will probably end up in prison." 
The color drained completely out of her at his words.  "And
you . . .," he said turning to Kim Ann.  "I'm afraid the C.I.A.
will take a rather dim view of having been jollied along with
respect to their computer files.  It's hard to say whether it
will go worse for you or your father."

     Within minutes both girls were in tears pleading with him
to turn down the offer.

     Randall didn't overplay his hand.  Master Eugene had
coached him in considerable detail about what to expect and
how to react.  He motioned them both to silence.  It took a
little while to get it.

     He stood up and paced slowly around the room as he
pondered aloud. . . .  He wasn't really sure he wanted to
move to Europe, but the deal sounded great.  He liked both
girls, loved them in fact, and didn't want to do them dirt, but
if he didn't take the new position the opportunity might not
come again.  The girls were asking him to make a great
sacrifice on their behalf.  He felt like he owed them
something, but he wasn't sure he owed them that much. 
Besides, they had been very resistant and made his life quite
difficult.

     When he finished he sat down again.  Both girls were
still in tears.  Both made all kinds of promises of loyalty and
service if only he would stay.  Laura was clutching his left
hand and sobbing into it.  Kim Ann was on her knees in
front of him, her hands had face pressed against his left foot. 
He let them run on for quite some time as he appeared to be
pondering their supplications.

     "If I stay, it will mean we will be together at least
through next year.  Do you understand that?"

     They did.

     "If I turn these people down, I expect you to live up to
your promises.  Will you?"

     They said they would.  He looked at them carefully. 
Their tears had started to dry as soon as his conversation
indicated a willingness not to leave.  Laura looked relieved
and perhaps a little grateful.  Kim Ann looked like a huge
weight had been lifted off her shoulders and more grateful
than Laura.  In fact, it was Kim Ann who suddenly showed
the expressions of love and devotion that a proper sex slave
should exhibit toward her Master.  He would have to ask
Master Eugene about that.  In the mean time, . . .

     "O.K.," he said, "then let's see what you want me to stay
here for.  Up!"  He indicated them both.  Laura and Kim 
Ann both stood before him.  He inspected the girls for some 
time.  They were waiting expectantly, wide eyed.

     Randall looked directly into Kim Ann's face and pointed
at the closet.  She walked over, undressed, put on her
collar, and returned.  He examined her carefully again from
head to foot.  It reminded both girls of a buyer examining a
horse.

     Kim Ann's hair was shorter than Laura's.  It was full but
hung around her head like a halo instead of falling down
around her shoulders.  Her neck was quite graceful.  She
wasn't as athletic looking as Laura but still appeared to be in
fine shape.  She wasn't as voluptuous as Laura either and, of
course, was a half foot shorter.  Her breasts sat high on her
chest and weren't very big.  Her nipples, however were very
dark and very large.  They were shaped like cones with flat
tops and were turned slightly upward.  Her pubic hair wasn't
thick but it was very dark and silky looking.

     Many orientals aren't as shy about nudity as Americans. 
As Kim Ann stood before him, enduring his examination,
she wasn't terribly embarrassed.  It showed in her stance.

     He reached up for one of her breasts--he had not actually
touched her up to now.  Looking was one thing, but
touching was something else.  She involuntarily started back
and then stopped herself and stood still.  He let his hand
massage her left breast.  He knew from some of the photo
shoots that Kim Ann was remarkably responsive to touch. 
He felt her tremble as he ran his fingers over and around her
sensitive nipple.  He scrutinized at her crotch as he
continued to nip and press the most erogenous zones on her
breasts.  Within a minute he could see the tender flesh of her
outer pussy lips begin to swell and darken.

     Without looking up and without stopping the tit massage
he said, "Laura, how often do you masturbate?"

     "Wh . . . What?"  Her voice trembled a little.

     Moving his had to Kim Ann's right breast Randall looked
into Laura's eyes and said, "you play with yourself, don't
you?"

     She lowered her eyes.  "Sometimes," she answered in a
small voice.

     "How often?"

     She hesitated as if thinking about how to answer.  She
hesitated too long.

     "How often?" he snapped sternly.

     "It depends.  Two maybe three times a week."  Laura's
skin had gone three shades darker.  She could feel the heat
radiating off of her body.  Her armpits were damp.

     "How?"  Randall was still looking at her, still rubbing
Kim Ann's right breast.  Kim Ann, who had been caught up
in her body's reaction to Randall's hand was now drawing
shallow breaths.  But she too was watching Laura's face.

     "How?" Laura' repeated as if she didn't understand what
the question meant.

     "Yes, how?" Randall repeated without heat.  "Tell me
how you play with yourself.  No.  Better yet, show me."

     Laura felt like her arms had turned to lead.  She stared at
her feet and was so mortified she was almost catatonic.  Her
arms twitched.

     "Show me."

     Without looking up she moved her right hand toward her
pussy.  She held three fingers in a peculiar manner which
Randall recognized.

     "No, not that."  She stopped and looked at him.  "Not
the way Alexia taught you.  Show me how you did it before
that."

     Laura swallowed hard and looked away again.  She
brought both hands up and balled her fingers except for the
index fingers which were pointing straight down.  Placing
one finger on either side of her major lips she pressed them
down and together rubbing them into and against her
clitoris.  She started moving them in and out almost as if she
were jacking off a miniature prick.  She was sobbing.

     Kim Ann was observing her with fascination.  She found
the sight of the tall naked blond fingering herself as erotic as
anything she had ever witnessed.  Randall was keenly aware
of Kim Ann's reactions.  He could hear it in her breathing. 
He could feel it in her nipple.  He glanced up at her face out
of the corner of his eye.  He could see it in her face, in her
intent expression, in the laxness of her mouth.

     He looked back at Laura who was awkwardly going
through the motions without achieving any noticeable
effect.  'Probably not in the mood,' Randall thought
amusedly to himself.

     "Very good.  Now show me on Kim Ann."

     Both girls looked over at him.  Laura actually looked
relieved.  Kim Ann was breathing erratically and wore the
expression of a small animal caught in the headlights of an
rapidly approaching car.

     Laura walked around, behind Kim Ann.  She threaded
her arms under Kim Ann's and around her torso.  Her hands
dropped to Kim Ann's cunt.  She had to stoop and bend just
a little to do so.  Her breasts were pressing into Kim Ann's
upper back.

     "Come on, Kim Ann," Randall said, "open your legs a
little so that Laura can get in there."  He brought his other
hand up and began working both breasts.  Kim Ann moved
her feet apart and closed her eyes.  She could feel Laura's
hot breath on her shoulder.  The taller girl's tits and nipples
were pressing into her back.  She could feel Laura's hands
snake against her pussy.  Fingers begin working her
engorged lips.  It felt strange at first.  But she was already
so worked up her clitty responded quickly.  She had been
ripe and ready before Laura began.  Now she was heading
toward a climax with great speed.

     Randall could feel it too.  Kim Ann's body shone with a
light damp coating.  Her breath was faster and deeper. 
There was a slight trembling in her upper thighs.  He stood
in front of her and continued his rubbing.  He used his
fingers to hold Kim Ann back so that she would eventually
come with much greater force.

     Laura's fingers were moving faster, now.  She found had
her position a bit awkward and uncomfortable so she had
unconsciously moved more tightly against the smaller girl's
body.  Kim Ann could feel Laura's pubic mound rubbing
into her upper ass and lower back.  Kim Ann was conscious
of some beads of moisture dripping down the back of her
legs and didn't know if it were her own or Laura's.

     Laura knew.  Once she had found the attention diverted
from her self and toward Kim Ann she found herself getting
incredibly turned on.  She knew she was getting
progressively hotter.  She was getting a real charge out of
bringing the other girl to orgasm.  She found herself
intentionally rubbing her own pussy against Kim Ann's ass. 
At one point the hot little oriental twitched unexpectedly 
and Laura felt her own clit pressed press unexpectedly by an 
ass cheek.  She gasped a little and moved her fingers even
faster.

     Randall stepped away for a moment to admire the sight. 
Kim Ann opened her eyes when she felt his fingers release
her.  She watched as he removed his smoking jacket and
laid it over one arm of the chair, stepped out of his pajama
bottoms and placed them on the other arm.  Then he
stepped back toward the two girls.

     Kim Ann was on the verge of climaxing.  She saw his
hovering prick moving toward her and closed her eyes
again.  Laura was rubbing determinedly and breathing
heavily against her neck.  She felt the head of Randall's cock
bobbing lightly against the backs of her hands.  He clamped
down on one of Kim Ann's nipples which choked off her
imminent climax and brought his other hand up under her
chin to lift her face.  He bent over and kissed her deeply. 
She kissed back.  Laura was rubbing furiously with both her
fingers from in front and her own pussy lips from behind. 
Randall released Kim Ann's nipple and held her head with
both hands while continuing to kiss her.

     Kim Ann almost screamed into his mouth as she came. 
Her legs were trembling violently.  Laura continued to rub
quickly for a few more moments and then slacked off they
way she did when she fingered herself to orgasm.  Her own
pussy was wet and swollen with desire.

     Randall reached down with one hand and took over for
Laura, brushing her hands away.  He reached in and with
great expertise quickly brought Kim Ann back to a state of
tremendous sexual heat.  He moved his other arm under
hers and around her back.  Laura had backed off and
watched.  Without realizing it she had brought her hands
down to her own crotch and was lightly rubbing herself in
response to what she was seeing.

     Kim Ann screamed at the second, more intense, climax
and collapsed against Randall.  He released her clit and
caught her up.  Then he turned her around until she was
facing Laura and sat back in his chair.  He lowered Kim Ann
on to the floor between his legs so that she was sitting back
against the chair, her legs bent under, her arms hanging
limply at her sides, her head lolling back against his knees. 
He leaned forward and reaching down started to massage
one of her breasts again.  The nipple came quickly and
stiffly erect.  Kim Ann sighed.

     "Alright," he said looking at Laura, "now show me how
you used to beat off."

     Laura didn't have to bring her fingers up to her own
crotch.  They were already there.  She looked profoundly
embarrassed, having been caught in the act.  But she was
also extremely hot.  She closed her eyes and accelerated her
actions.

     Then, almost as an act of defiance, she opened her eyes
as she fingered herself.  She found that watching Kim Ann's
facial expressions as Randall played with her breasts fueled
her own passions.  Soon she was breathing in short jerky
gasps and felt herself quickly approaching her climax.  Kim
Ann's eyes were also open.  Even as she lay back exhausted
against Randall's knee, she was watching Laura and feeling
her passions rising again.

     Randall was watching Laura closely.  He could see a
mild rash starting to creep down her neck and toward her
breasts.  She was making little crying sounds and her
footing was becoming uncertain.  She was teetering on the
brink and would have come within a few more moments,
when Randall suddenly called out "stop."

     Laura stopped in surprise and stood there panting, her
fingers still pressed deeply into her sopping cunt lips.

     "That's enough for the moment."

     Laura wasn't relieved.  She wanted to howl in
frustration.

     Randall released Kim Ann's nipple and pushed her
forward.  He stood up behind her and then reached under
her armpits and pulled her to her feet.  She stood there
weaving.  "Ladies," he said as he stooped down and reached
under the skirt of his chair, "please go into the bathroom
and clean yourselves up."  He pulled a bunch of leather
wrist and ankle restraints out and stood up.  "Then put these
on," he handed them to Kim Ann, "and meet me in the
bedroom."  He turned his back and walked toward the
bedroom door.  The two girls stood watching him go.  He
called back over his shoulder, just before leaving the room,
"and don't take long."  The door shut behind him.

     The two girls looked at each other and then down at the
restraints.  They hesitated only briefly then walked together
toward the bathroom.

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