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From: "Zebulon" <zebulon@fastmail.ca>
Subject: {ASSM} Part 6 - Blackmailed Into Bondage (no sex)
Date: Wed, 14 Aug 2002 07:10:03 -0400
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I've received enough Email requesting that I post parts
6 & 7 of this novel, that I'm going to do so.  I emphasize
that these two segments are important to the novel but
do not contain any significant sex scenes.

Zebulon
Zebulon@fastmail.ca

And I repeat that all my writing, including parts 6 & 7
can be found here:

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

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Part 6 - Blackmailed Into Bondage
by Zebulon

                      *   *   *   *   *

     The Master was examining the photographs Randall had
taken.  He was nodding his head as Randall talked.  "She's
fabulous, Master Eugene, and I'm sure she would be worth
the effort.  I'm even fairly convinced the techniques would
work."  He paused and looked uneasy.

     The Master sensed a fly in the ointment.  "But?" he
asked still studying the pictures.

     "But, I can't find any kind of hook to get started,"
Randall admitted.  "I mean, she's about as wholesome as
you can get."  He thought back.  "I thought Kim Ann was a
tough nut, but this one  . . ."

     The Master looked up.  "And?"

     "She's fresh out of college.  A perfect record going back
as far as I can trace.  Not a single negative note anywhere in
the computer records.  Her parents are dead and from what
I can dig up were both candidates for sainthood.  She was
raised by an equally saintly grandmother."  He paused for
emphasis.  "Nothing, . . . Nada, . . . Zippo."

     "And?"  Randall looked up at the Master.  He was
smiling amusedly at him.

     "And, . . . I want your opinion about how I might go
about snagging her.  Or whether I should just forget it." 
Actually, he had already given up when he caught sight of
Miss Taylor in a bikini at the school pool.  She was so
pretty it made his guts tighten.  There just had to be some
way of getting to her.

     Master Eugene nodded and looked back down at the
pictures.  "Well," he said, "from your description and these
pix, I'd say she's definitely worth the trouble."  He looked
back at Randall.  "Hell, if she's half as good as she looks, I
could easily find a buyer who would pay to have her picked
up and trained in a traditional manner."  He smiled at
Randall's pained expression.  "But you want to do it
yourself don't you.  Or rather, to see if it can be done."

     It was Randall's turn to nod.

     "Let me ask you something."  The Master was looking
intently for Randall's reaction.  "Is it because you have the
hots for this lady?  Is it the challenge?  Or is it simple
academic curiosity?"

     Randall thought that over for a minute and then grinned. 
"All three, maybe?"

     That was good enough for the Master.

     They were interrupted by the entrance of a new girl
whom Randall hadn't seen before.  She looked to be just a
little younger than Alexia--the middle thirties, perhaps.  She
was quite pretty with large breasts and a very patrician face. 
Her legs were fabulous.  She was dressed like all of the
Master's girls--that is in virtually nothing-- and carrying a
tray with drinks and little finger sandwiches.

     Master Eugene introduced her.  "This is Leticia."  She
was also Hispanic and had flaming red hair.

     Randall laughed.

     The Master looked over at him questioningly.  Randall
waived it off and said, "it's nothing, I'll tell you later."

     Master Eugene shrugged and continued.  "Leticia is the
daughter of a Spanish diplomat.  More importantly, she is
also a trained nurse."

     Randall looked over at him.

     He looked back, "a geriatric nurse."

     "Oh."

     "I'm getting on in years and I thought it wise to make
certain provisions."  He looked up at her and smiled.  "She
was recruited about ten years ago by a Austrian gentleman
for much the same reasons.  He died not long ago and she
came on the market.  I was actually outbid for her."  He
looked a little sad.

     Randall wondered why.  "So how did you end up with
her?"

     "I had to trade Victoria."

     "Oh."  Victoria was gone.  Now Randall felt a little sad,
too.  He would miss her.  But that, he understood, was the
nature of the Mart.  Slaves were slaves.  And even the most
valuable ones, or the ones you were most attached to, could
be sold if the price were right.

     Leticia set down the tray and waited for directions. 
"That's O.K. dear, I'll call you if I need you."  She turned to
leave.  She had a really fine ass and was probably just a trifle
shorter than Alexia, say five foot seven.  "Randall can get
better acquainted with you later if he'd like."  From the
looks they shot each other, it was clear they would both
like.

     For a long time they ate in silence.  Each was thinking
private thoughts about Victoria.  Then the Master, having
finished, broke the silence by asking, "so what about this
teacher."

     "Yes?"

     "What motivates her?"

     "Well," Randall answered, "she loves to teach like Laura,
and she has a deep need to honor her family like Kim Ann. 
She's really sort of a combination.  She's not about to get
involved in anything underhanded."

     "No?"

     "I don't think so."

     The Master smiled knowingly.  "She's not about to get
involved in anything underhanded for the sake of illicit gain,
but let me ask you this."  He paused for effect.  "Are there
any circumstances under which she might bend some rules? 
Just a little?"

     Randall thought about that.  "I don't see it, . . . unless . .
."

     "Yesss. . . ."  Master Eugene was grinning broadly now.

     "Well she might bend the rules if there were a good
reason.  You know, like someone was in trouble and the
only way she could help them . . ."  His voice trailed off as
the light bulb went off in his head.

     "Have you ever been fishing?" the Master asked.

     Randall nodded silently and caught his meaning instantly. 
The rest of the evening they talked about other things. 
Then the Master went to bed and Randall got better
acquainted with Leticia.

     A week later he offered Master Eugene a sheet of paper. 
"I've been thinking about this like I was writing a computer
program," he said.  "There are certain rules I've got to
follow.  Tell me if you think I've missed anything."  The list
read as follows: 'One, the bait must be irresistible; two, the
hook must be firmly set; three, the pressure must never be
enough to break the line; four, the girl must be led not
dragged; and five, she must be encouraged to tire herself
out.'

     For a long time after reading the list, Master Eugene
looked off into space and considered.  Randall let him think. 
Finally he said, "I like your list."  Then he added, "you
might think of this as a series of events rather than a single
event.  Every time you succeed the girl will feel a little more
trapped.  That will be your continuing motivation.  She'll
want to get out of the trap.  So the irresistible bait might be
the promise of a way off the hook.  She'll be jumping from
hook to hook, each connected to a stronger line."

     Randall nodded.  "And eventually the line will be strong
enough to reel her in."  He looked up for confirmation.

     Master Eugene was smiling.

     He spent much of the rest of the summer getting to
know the new English teacher better.  He talked little and
listened much.  He found ways to be helpful.  He made
plans.  He did nothing else.  He waited for Laura and Kim
Ann to return.  Shortly after the start of the fall term he
made his first move.  Or rather, he had Laura make it for
him.

                      *   *   *   *   *

     Laura and Kim Ann had taken up with Randall exactly
where they had left off.  As they returned to Briar Oaks,
each was thinking that she only had one more year of his
running her life.  Then they could go their separate ways. 
Laura was already beginning to have very mixed feelings
about that.  For Kim Ann it was a condition devoutly to be
wished.

     On the day before the classes started they met in
Randall's apartment.  When they arrived the door was ajar
and Randall nowhere in sight.  There was a note telling
them to "prepare" themselves--he would return soon.  In
fact he had watched them enter the building and was giving
them about fifteen minutes to see what their interpretation
of 'prepare' would be.  When he arrived he found them both
in their collars and nothing else, sitting on opposite sides of
his big chair and waiting.  He was pleased.

     After an evening of lovemaking he explained the agenda
for the coming semester.  He had reviewed their schedules
and made one change.  Kim Ann would add Miss Taylor's
English class and shift her study period.  Every Tuesday
Laura would spend the evening in Randall's apartment. 
Wednesday was Kim Ann's night.  From Friday evening
through Sunday afternoon they would both be there.  And,
oh yes--a present which Master Eugene had arranged with
the consent of the managing partners of the Mart--from now
on, and in private, the girls were to address Randall as
'Master.'

     He was still primarily a computer jock as far as the Mart
was concerned.  But by virtue of his successful subjugation
of Laura and Kim Ann he could wear the title.  The partners
were mostly amused.  There was some concern about
secrecy, but Master Eugene had taken responsibility for
security and he was trusted.  Randall didn't know it yet, but
a number of trainers around the world were extremely
interested in the results of his experiments.  Master Eugene
had been spending progressively more time on secured
phone lines reviewing Mr. Locke's progress with these
interested parties.  There was much to be learned from the
young man and his innovative ideas.  In fact, it was the
support of the trainers as much as anything which had won
Randall his spurs.

     So 'Master' it was.  Laura and Kim Ann accepted this as
more easily than many of the other things he had forced
upon them.  They thought it was just another aspect of his
megalomania.  Only later they would realize how much
more it signified.

                      *   *   *   *   *

     It was the third week of the new term and Miss Taylor's
fourth period English Literature class was going well. 
There were eighteen students including Randall, Laura, and
Kim Ann.  When the next day's homework had been
assigned and class was over everyone filed out for lunch
except for Laura.  She hung around looking uncomfortable. 
She looked as if she wanted to say something and was
trying to work up the nerve.  This is what Randall had
instructed her to do the night before.  Wait for Miss Taylor
to ask you what's wrong and then make her drag it out of
you.

     With great empathy, Penny waited until the last of the
other students had left and then went over to Laura.  She
stood next to her and waited.  Laura waited longer.

     "Is something on our mind, dear?"

     There was.  She had made a stupid mistake and
accidentally mailed a library book home with some of her
own books.  Her grandmother would send it back, but she
had sent the package book rate and it might take several
weeks before it would come back.  Would Miss Taylor
please tell the library that she had given it to her so that it
wouldn't be due until the end of the semester.  She promised
to have it back long before then.

     Penny laughed.  Was that all?  Not to worry, if there was
a fine she would be happy to pay it for her.

     No it wasn't that.  It was just that Laura had a perfect
record at Briar Oaks and didn't want so much as a library
fine to besmirch that record.

     Penny thought this was silly in the extreme, but she did
understand perfect records and pride.  Besides she wasn't
being asked for much.

     "Of course, dear.  I'll tell the head librarian herself later
today.  What is the name of the book?"

     It was a tiny indiscretion.  But it was a start.  And it was
enough.

     The next week a special call came in for the book.  Miss
Taylor received a library notice to return it.  She checked
with Laura after class.  How soon would the book come
back.  Laura said she would call that night to check.

     The next day she told Miss Taylor that her grandmother
hadn't received the package yet, but that she had gotten a
friend to change the library computer records and wipe out
the book request.  The worst that would happen is the
requester would wonder what had happened and put in a
second request.  By the time that happened the book would
be back.

     Penny was very unhappy at the idea of changing
computer records, but it was already done.  And it make
sense.  She told Laura that it was O.K., but in the future,
she shouldn't arrange for things like that without checking
with her first.  Laura assured her she wouldn't.

     From then on it was just a succession little things which
left this young girl with a number of examples of Penny
bending rules, violating regulations, changing records.  Miss
Taylor was growing more uncomfortable with Laura's hold
over her.  She had recently found herself doing certain
favors for the girl solely to keep her quiet about other
things.

     Then one evening about mid-semester Laura showed up
at Miss Taylor's little house with Kim Ann.  Laura looked
concerned; Kim Ann looked miserable.  Laura explained
that Kim Ann had a problem and would Miss Taylor please
see if she could help.  Laura said it would be a really big
favor to her since Kim Ann was her friend.  She emphasized
that last bit as if it held special meaning.  She left them alone
to talk.

     Kim Ann waited a long time.  This time Penny waited
even longer.

     She had a problem and maybe Miss Taylor couldn't help. 
But before she said anything Miss Taylor had to promise to
keep it an absolute secret.

     She said she would.

     Kim Ann explained that what she was about to admit
was against school policy and that Miss Taylor would be
obligated according to the honor code to report her.  Would
she still keep it a secret under those terms?

     That took the young teacher aback.  But Kim Ann's
distress seemed serious and if she said she couldn't
guarantee secrecy she would lose any opportunity to help
her.  By this time Laura was forgotten.

     O.K., she would keep her secret despite the honor code.

     Kim Ann was afraid she might have gotten pregnant. 
This was something that would get her tossed out of school
in disgrace.  She wanted to get checked out at a free clinic
in the city but needed an adult to go with her.  Her parents
lived in Hong Kong.  She had only known Miss Taylor a
short time, but had come to trust her greatly.  She was the
only adult female that Kim Ann knew in the United States. 
Could she please; would she please go with her?

     Penny wasn't at all sure what the ramifications of this
were.  She was absolutely sure this would be frowned upon
by administration.  She might even be breaking some laws. 
And yet, she couldn't see any reason to refuse this poor
girl's request.  She bit her lower lip and looked distressed.

     Kim Ann said, "if you want to come with me secretly,
I've got a friend who can arrange for some fake I.D. for
you.  That way no one ever needs to know it was you."  She
looked down.  "I was going to have it made up for me, but
there's no way I could pass for twenty-one."

     Penny didn't know what to do.  Teen pregnancy, school
policy, fake I.D.  But the girl clearly needed help and had no
one to turn to.  And maybe by helping this friend of Laura's
it would cancel the other debts.

     "Look, she finally said, I don't need any fake I.D.  I'll go
with you."  They set a date for that Saturday.

     Once in the clinic waiting room Penny began to get cold
feet.  They were standing in line and a parent with her
daughter at the head of the line was asked to show I.D.  As
Penny was starting to panic, Kim Ann reached into her
purse and handed her an envelope.  Penny opened it and
found it contained a fake drivers license with her picture.  It
was the picture the school had taken for her faculty I.D.
card.  How had they gotten that?  There was also a very
sincere looking document which said that the identity on the
fake I.D. was the in loco guardian of Kimberly Ann Soong. 
She needed both documents to get Kim Ann in to see the
doctor.

     She had to sign a bunch of forms with the bogus identity
and kept checking the drivers license to be sure she got the
spelling of her fake name right.  She had a horrible feeling of
impending doom the whole time she was there.

     Kim Ann disappeared into a back room and emerged a
short time later.  "I've got to come back in about an hour to
get the results of the test, but you can go."

     "I don't mind staying."

     "No," Kim Ann said thoughtfully, "I think I'd rather be
alone now, if you don't mind."

     Penny nodded," I understand.  "You'll call me if you
need anything?"

     "Sure."

     Kim Ann wasn't in classes for the next few days.  Laura
let Miss Taylor know privately after the Thursday class that
Kim Ann had an abortion.

     Penny was shocked.  She shouldn't have been.  Then she
got a really bad feeling and asked quietly, "but how?  She's a
minor.  Wouldn't she need someone's approval for that?"

     "Of course, but you approved it with one of those forms
you signed."

     Penny felt sick.  She didn't approve of abortion.  What
would Kim Ann's parents say if they found out?  She felt
horrible about all the deceptions.  She was dreadfully afraid
her part in this would get out and would get her in all kinds
of trouble.  And, of course, this also meant Laura had even
more of a hold over her.  On Friday, Miss Taylor stayed
home sick and the class had a substitute.

     In all this time Randall's name had never come up.  He of
course, had orchestrated everything.  And while Kim Ann
had, indeed, visited the free clinic, her test had come back
negative and there had been no abortion.  But Penny didn't
know that.

     For the rest of the semester, Miss Taylor's life became a
merry hell.  First Laura and then Kim Ann kept getting her
involved in progressively more uncomfortable
misadventures.

     Laura asked for some departmental stationery.  She said
it was to play a joke on a friend.  Penny doubted it, but
provided the letterhead and envelope.  Why couldn't the
damn girl have just stolen it from the secretary's desk?  Why
did she keep getting her involved in these schemes?

     A week later Laura told her that she was going to get a
package from a computer company.  Miss Taylor wasn't to
open it, just give it to her.  Penny wanted to press her about
the contents, but decided to let it go.  The package came a
few days later and after a night's indecision she turned it
over, unopened, the following day.  Later in the semester,
after some even more outrageous requests by Kim Ann,
Penny discovered a packing slip in a notebook which Laura
had accidentally left in class.  It contained an invoice for a
computer gizmo charged against the departmental account. 
There was also a photocopy of a letter signed by Penny
Taylor ordering the gizmo.

     'Oh, no. . . Oh, no.  Oh, no.  Oh, no,' she thought.

     She confronted Laura about the next day.  Not to worry,
Laura said.  She had arranged for the purchase through the
same guy who had gotten her the false I.D. when Kim Ann
had her abortion.  Actually, the gizmo was for him.  It was
his payment for the I.D.  But not to worry.  He had already
taken care of the bill by transferring funds from the
President's discretionary account.  And he'd hidden things in
the computer records so no one would ever find our unless
they were actually looking for it.  And, by the way, if Miss
Taylor noticed some computer time charged against her
school account, it was because her friend had made all of
the changes using Miss Taylor's computer account number. 
That is, if anyone ever did check, it would look like Miss
Taylor herself had doctored the school records.

     Now she really was feeling sick.  This had gone beyond
unpleasant.  The gizmo had cost several hundred dollars. 
This undoubtedly represented some kind of fraud and was
quite possibly a felony.  Penny had no one to turn to and
had no idea what to do.  She cried herself to sleep that
night.

     By Christmas break Penny was a nervous wreck.  She
had already decided to leave Briar Oaks at the end of the
spring term and was quietly looking into other job
opportunities.

     Christmas cheered her up a little.  She spent it with her
grandmother, but couldn't bring herself to discuss any of
this.  Her grandmother was concerned and kept remarking
on how tired she looked.  She warned her not to drive
herself too hard.

     Penny returned to school with trepidation and was
relieved to see that neither Laura nor Kim Ann were in any
of her classes.  Randall Locke was.  And that was fine with
her.  She certainly hadn't discussed any of this with him, but
he had become a warm and supportive friend and she
enjoyed his company.  He would usually drop by her little
house on Mondays ('his free night' he called it) and they
would have dinner and discuss things.  She would talk and
he would listen.  There was nothing sexual in their
relationship.  But having no other friends and being under
such tremendous stress, she found his companionship
welcome.

     It wasn't long before things started up again.  First Kim
Ann, and then Laura, and then Kim Ann again.  She had just
about decided to have it out with them.  The strain was
becoming too much for her.  Even total disgrace or jail
seemed preferable.  She talked about this in a vague
hypothetical way when Randall came to dinner one Monday. 
Later that week Kim Ann and Laura came to her together. 
They had one last request to make of her.  They needed her
help making a delivery.  She didn't want to know what it
was.  Just drop the package off at a certain address and that
would be the last either of them would ever ask of her.

     Penny was suspicious as hell.  She didn't believe it,
either.  As it turned out, it was true.

     She left late one night.  Laura had given her a package
about the size of a large dictionary.  It was quite heavy.  She
drove to a little house in the suburbs and rang the bell.  A
unpleasant looking man with a lecherous smirk and a limp
opened the door and took the package.  He leered at her as
she turned the package over and kept leering as she walked
quickly back to her car.  As she was driving off to return to
school, the little house and the unpleasant looking man blew
up in a ferocious fireball.  She saw it in her rear view mirror
and felt the impact of the explosion a block away.

     The hair rose on the back of her neck and it was
everything she could do to resist the terrible temptation to
return just to confirm that it was the same house.  She was
sure it would be.

     The next day at school she didn't know whether to ask
Laura and Kim Ann about it or not.  She didn't have the
opportunity.  Both of the girls avoided her for several
weeks.  Then Kim Ann showed up one day with an
envelope.  Penny looked at her questioningly.

     "Don't worry," she said, "I'm not here to ask you for
anything.  This is an invitation from a certain individual who
wants to see you.  He knows everything, so I'd go if I were
you."

     The invitation was for dinner for Friday.  It said formal
attire.

                      *   *   *   *   *

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