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From: "Zebulon" <zebulon@fastmail.ca>
Subject: {ASSM} Part 7 - Blackmailed Into Bondage (no sex)
Date: Wed, 14 Aug 2002 07:10:04 -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 7 - Blackmailed Into Bondage
by Zebulon

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     The address on the invitation turned out to be only a few
minutes away from campus.  It was either a huge private
residence or a modest mansion, she couldn't decide which. 
Whatever it was, it was built in the middle of a really big
parcel of land surrounded by an eight foot brick fence
topped with ornamental iron spikes.

     Penny was dressed in the gown she had worn to the
university senior ball.  She also had on a light coat.  She
parked the car and walked to the front door.  She was
wearing two-inch heels.  She wore them intentionally to
give her maximum height.  She'd heard in one of her
university courses that height could be intimidating and she
wanted as much of it on her side as she could muster.  She
was psyching herself for whatever was about to come.  She
rang the bell.

     What came knocked all of the psych right out of her. 
The door was answered by a beautiful girl with light brown
hair who was wearing nothing but a neck collar and little
cuffs on her wrists and ankles.  She looked like she was in
her late twenties.  The girl was about three inches shorter. 
No, that wasn't right.  The girl was naked and wore no
shoes.  The girl was maybe an inch shorter than her.

     "May I take your coat?" she asked in a sultry voice.

     In shock Penny removed and handed her the coat.

     The girl led her down a long hallway.  As she followed,
Penny noticed an engraved name on the side of the collar,
'Carolena.'  She led her to a large and ornately furnished
dining room replete with chandelier and expensive looking
french provincial furniture.  The table was set for two. 
There was a seat at the head of the table which was empty. 
Two equally naked women stood on either side of the chair. 
Both looked to be in their late thirties.  They were about the
same height and both were very pretty.  Neither was
wearing anything except for collars and restraints.  One of
the women had a remarkably attractive face and
extraordinary eyes which followed her closely.  The other
looked Mexican or perhaps Middle-Eastern but had very red
hair.

     Carolena held out the chair at the foot of the table. 
Penny sat.  Carolena padded off to deal with the coat.  For
several long minutes no one spoke.  She heard a throat clear
behind her.  She turned and there was Randall Locke
smiling at her.

     "Randall!?"

     "I thought you might enjoy it if I treated you to dinner
for a change."  Still smiling, he walked over to the head of
the table and seated himself.  The redhead held his chair. 
The girl with the remarkable eyes undid his napkin and laid
it across his lap.  Almost immediately Laura and Kim Ann
came in through a side door.  They were dressed in the
same nothing as the others and were carrying silver trays
with dinner.

     Penny's heart was pounding in her throat.  What in God's
name was going on?  She opened her mouth to speak, but
Randall raised a hand and motioned her to silence.

     "Why don't we eat first and I'll let you know how things
are?"

     So they ate.  Penny didn't eat much as she listened to
Randall.  Randall didn't eat much since he was doing all of
the talking.  It was really a waste of a marvelously prepared
dinner.

     Randall spoke at length for almost an hour.  He began by
saying, "let me tell you the story of a sorry little tramp who
got involved with some nasty underworld activities and
ended up a murderess."

     Penny's eyes went wide and her hair roots started to
tingle.

     Randall told the story, completely accurate and without a
word of truth, weaving together all of the evidence which
Laura and Kim Ann had accumulated against her.  The story
made sense.  Penny had hit the campus and was seduced by
a low life type who furnished her with fake I.D.  She used
the fake documents to get involved in a number of illicit and
very lucrative activities.  The embezzlement of the computer
gizmo was only the tip of a very large iceberg.  The partner
threatened to turn her in unless she gave him a larger share
of the loot, so she killed him.  Drove up to his house one
day and left a package which blew him sky high.  Also sent
a little girl who was playing next door to the hospital.  Most
unfortunate.

     Penny remembered reading about the little girl in the
papers.  She was eaten up with guilt and had cried on and
off for days.

     Randall finished the story as the dinner dishes were
cleared away.  He concluded by saying, "there are a great
many things you still don't know.  And I have no intention
of telling you.  I wouldn't be allowed to anyway.  At least
not at this point."

     Wouldn't be allowed to?  Who wouldn't allow him? 
Who was behind all this?  Whose house was this?

     "All you need know is that there is a much larger and
more powerful organization involved.  I have intervened
with them on your behalf.  And you now have exactly two
choices.  You can do exactly, precisely what I tell you to
do, and no one will ever know about any of this.  Or you
can pick yourself up and walk out the door."  He left the
consequences of the second choice unstated.

     Penny was flushed and clearly in distress.  There were so
many questions she wanted to ask.  All five naked girls were
standing like statues around the walls of the room.  She
turned to look down the hallway toward the front door.

     Randall's voice interjected, "if you're going to leave, I'd
advise you not to return to campus."  He stood up and
walked over to a china closet, "do you have any money?"

     She looked confused and couldn't see where this was
leading.  Vaguely she shook her head.

     He opened a drawer and withdrew a large wad of bills. 
Walking over he deposited them next to her plate.  "If
you're going to leave, take that with you."  It looked like
several thousand dollars, but she couldn't bring herself to
touch it.  "Don't try to access your bank account.  I'd
suggest you ditch your car as soon as possible.  Drive to the
bus terminal and park it there.  Buy a ticket for the next bus
out of town.  Ask a lot of questions.  Be noticed.  Lay a
false trail.  Then quietly take a taxi to the airport and get a
plane to either Canada or Mexico.  I don't think you'll need
a passport for that.  Use the fake I.D if you still have it. 
With a little luck you'll make it.  And never, ever come back
to this country."

     He stopped to consider for a moment.  You'll probably
have to quietly and unofficially change your name.  I'm
sorry, but I won't be able to help with that."

     Penny looked faint.  She was following Randall with her
eyes.  He had returned to his chair.  She wore a glazed
hopeless expression.

     "There will, of course, be a great scandal concerning
Penny Taylor, a young Briar Oaks teacher.  The tabloids
will love it."  He paused considering for a moment.  "Your
picture will most likely crop up all over the place.  You
probably ought to stop somewhere and try to change your
appearance as much as possible.  Maybe one of the girls can
find a wig for you to wear out of here."  He looked directly
into her eyes.  "If you can keep a low enough profile you
ought to be able to live out your life without being
extradited back to the U.S. for trial."  He paused for
emphasis.  "There is no statute of limitations on murder."

     Penny started crying freely.  "But I didn't kill anyone,"
she almost wailed.  Why are you doing this?"

     Randall ignored her and nodded over at Kim Ann.  She
left the room and returned a moment later with another tray. 
"Dessert," he announced.

     Penny sat there sobbing as Randall dug into the exquisite
torte.  It was a Spanish recipe which Leticia brought with
her.  He finished eating slowly and deliberately before
saying another word.  Penny's dessert went untouched, she
was still crying when he finished, but her tears had slowed
considerably.  Strong emotions don't last and he had given
her a chance to vent a little before pressing the point.

     "The question," he finally said, after pushing his plate
away and wiping his lips with the linen napkin, "isn't why. 
The question is what.  What are you going to do.  I've told
you as much as I can--as much as I'm going to.  Absolute
obedience or beat it quick.  Those are the choices."  He
stood up and turned to Laura.  "I'll have coffee in the den." 
Turning to Carolena he said, "if Miss Taylor would like to
join me, please lead her there."  He looked at the
grandfather clock against the wall.  "Give her exactly fifteen
minutes to make up her mind.  Then get her coat and show
her to the door."  And with that he turned and left the room.

     Penny called out, "Randall, please," after him, but he
didn't stop, didn't turn, didn't acknowledge her.  She tried to
get one of the girls to answer some questions, but they were
studiously indifferent.  Laura had gone to fetch his coffee as
soon as he had left the room.  Kim Ann was clearing away
the dessert dishes.  The two women from the head of the
table had disappeared out side doors.  In a moment, Penny
was left with Carolena who stood waiting and glancing from
time to time at the clock.

     Penny was thinking furiously.  What did he want from
her?  'Absolute obedience.'  What did that mean?  What had
see gotten herself into?  What had she done wrong to
deserve this?  She looked up at Carolena.  Carolena looked
blankly back.  What had happened to Randall?  He had
suddenly gone from a quiet, supportive friend to a crazy
demonic lord.  He had always struck her as mature for his
age, but this change in personality was startling.  It was like
he was playing some kind of role.  Or that he had been
playing a role for all those months before and was finally
showing his true self.

     She looked at the clock; eight minutes to go.  Carolena
looked as vacant and imperturbable as ever.

     Penny thought about her mother and father and the plans
she had for honoring them.  She was going to write a book
on education some day and dedicate it to them.  She
thought of her grandmother.  What would grandma think
when she read about her in the newspaper.  Why was God
doing this to her?

     She looked at the clock; only two minutes left.

     "What does he want from me?" she asked Carolena
piteously?  She wasn't sure if she were referring to Randall
or to God.

     "Absolute and complete obedience in all things and no
questions asked," was Carolena's answer.  The answer
seemed to apply to both.

     With just a minute left Carolena asked, "should I get
your coat?"

     "No," she rose resignedly, "take me to him."

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