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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 10 - Blackmailed Into Bondage
by Zebulon
* * * * *
In the morning, Leticia got up first. She sat up, yawned
and stretched. Penny was still sleeping in her bondage.
Leticia disappeared into the bathroom for a while.
Upon her return she walked back to the bed and shook
Penny by the shoulder.
Penny awoke heavily. Her mouth and arms ached. The
events of the previous evening came rushing back. She
looked up at Leticia over the tip of the dildo and tears
formed in her eyes.
Leticia made no move to remove the gag or to unbind
her. She asked, "do you need to go to the bathroom?"
Penny nodded her head. The dildo bobbed up and down.
Leticia slid off of the bed and helped the young teacher
to unsteady feet. She led her into the adjoining bathroom
and sat her on the toilet. It took Penny several minutes to
relieve herself. Leticia wasn't paying attention, but she
wasn't leaving either. Leticia was getting things ready for a
shower. When she had the soap and towels arranged and
the shower running, she came back to find Penny had
finished. Leticia gave her an enema and a douche. She
made her stand up and bend over to be wiped. Penny was
mortified. She was led into the shower where Leticia
soaped and rinsed them both.
During the steamy shower, Leticia stood behind Penny,
pulled her close, and placed her mouth to Penny's ear. She
whispered for a long time. As she did, her hands were
massaging suds into Penny's slippery skin. She paid careful
attention to her nipples and clit. Penny's eyes were wide
and staring between the twin stimulation of the finger play
and what she was hearing.
Afterwards Leticia dried them both and led Penny to the
sink where she finally removed the dildo gag.
Penny stared to say something, but Leticia shushed her.
She put some toothpaste on a brush and said, "open."
Penny opened and Leticia brushed her teeth. She cleaned
her thoroughly, from top to bottom, including Q-tips for the
ears and a toenail trim. Then she brushed her hair.
Stepping back she considered her handiwork. "It will do for
now." She untied Penny's arms. They were very sore and
hung limply. "Come on." She turned and left. Penny
reluctantly followed.
The rest of the day, Leticia, Alexia, and Carolena took
turns instructing Penny in the finer points of being a sex
slave. They taught her how to act and how to address her
Master. They taught her more about love making then she
ever would have guessed existed to be known. Alexia and
Carolena were delighted to learn of Penny's unique scent
and capacity for multiple orgasms. Before lunch time,
Penny had close to twenty.
Most people grow tired after they come. They may be
good for two or three or even five terrific orgasms, but
eventually there is a hormonal reaction; lust fades and
fatigue sets in. Penny's system worked differently. Each
orgasm seemed to release hormones which made her even
more lustful. She might eventually be overcome by pure
physical fatigue, but hormonal reactions to her orgasms
weren't about to slow her down. This was why she would
finger herself to orgasm two or three times a night, almost
every night. If it weren't for pure lack of time and feelings
of guilt, she would have been good for a lot more. And
here she was, caught up in an elaborate con which had
reduced her to the status of sexual slave. Her hormone
level was incredibly high.
By the evening, Penny was in the grasp of a sexual fog
more powerful than she had ever known. She had added
another dozen orgasms since lunch and her mind was in a
profound state of sexual confusion.
The girls cleaned the young teacher again and presented
her to Master Eugene and two strangers. It was at dinner,
only this time Penny was doing the serving. For most of the
meal the Master and his guests ignored her and conversed
over a number of subjects. Penny only heard bits and pieces
of what they said as she moved from kitchen to dining room
and back. She heard Randall's name invoked a number of
times and one reference to murder.
After dinner Master Eugene had the young teacher stand
so they could all inspect her body. She presented herself as
she had been taught--as if she were going on the auction
block. Over dessert and coffee he had her stand at attention
and tell them all about herself and her background. The
tears flowed as she talked. He let her cry. She would have
to get it out of her system sooner or later.
Eventually she talked herself out and was sobbing to
herself and staring at the floor.
She heard the Master say, "I would offer you the
hospitality of this extraordinary young woman, but you
understand the situation . . . ."
Both of the strangers nodded agreeably, but, Penny
didn't understand the situation at all.
The Master said, "So let me, instead, invite you to enjoy
such humble pleasure as my other girls might provide." On
cue, without any obvious signaling, Carolena, Alexia, and
Leticia entered the room and waited beside Penny. The two
strangers were both in their late forties and seemed to prefer
Alexia and Leticia over Carolena. At least that is how
things shook themselves out.
After they had left, the Master rose and headed for the
door. "Come," was all he said. Penny looked over at
Carolena who indicated with a head nod that she was to
follow.
The Master led Penny to a small intimate bedroom with
a modest balcony and a fireplace. Most of the light in the
room came from a set of brass candelabra. The doors to the
balcony were open but it was dark and moonless outside.
Penny was aware of the wonderful view--a dark carpet of
tree tops, faint city lights and rolling hills in the distance, a
black sky filled with stars. She could feel a warm breeze
blowing in through the open balcony door. It played across
her nude body and caused the candles to flicker. It had been
one of the first really warm days of spring. It would have
been terribly romantic under different circumstances.
The Master removed his clothes and left them in a heap
on the floor. He walked over to the small bed and lay
down. Penny was unsure what was expected of her. For a
long while he just looked at her and said nothing.
Penny's mind was racing. Who was this strange and
powerful man. What did it all mean? She was vaguely
afraid that this man was going to kill her, or have her killed.
But then why spend the entire day having her trained? She
started trembling at the long silent stare and the uncertainty.
"You wish to ask me something?" she heard him say in a
low voice.
She wished to ask him many things. But she didn't want
to get Leticia in trouble. How could she confirm the story
she had told her in the shower without betraying how she
heard it. She spent too long thinking about the question.
"Let me guess," he finally said, "one of my girls has told
you something which is praying on your mind. Yes?"
It was a direct question and she was supposed to answer
truthfully any question put to her by a Master. She very
briefly considered lying to cover for Leticia, but was afraid
to.
"Yes, Master," she answered in a small voice.
"Who?"
'Oh please don't ask me that,' she thought. "Leticia,
Master."
"What did she tell you?"
Penny drew a deep breath and remembered what she had
been told in the shower. "She said, I was supposed to have
been killed when I delivered the bomb but Master Randall
disobeyed a direct order and set it to go off after I left."
"And what do you want to know?"
"Is it true, Master?"
"It's true enough." There followed another long silence.
The Master watched Penny start trembling again. "What
else?"
'What else?' 'What else!' She suddenly lost control and
blurted out: "Am I going to die? Is Master Randall in
trouble? What is going to happen to me?" She stopped
herself and started weeping.
After several moments without a reply the Master said,
"come here, child." He patted the edge of the bed. Penny
walked over and sat.
"Of course, you're going to die," he said, and then after
observing her shock, continued, "we're all going to die
sooner or later. But there is no reason you shouldn't live a
long and happy life if you continue to obey orders and make
no trouble."
The pounding in her chest subsided a little.
"As for Master Locke," he continued, "our two guests
were here tonight specifically to discuss his future. He took
a considerable risk in not letting you get killed. He seems to
feel you are too valuable a property to toss away so lightly.
And he seems to have a great fondness for you." He paused
to let that sink in. "He also seems to feel you will become
an ideal slave." He paused again to observer her reaction to
the word 'slave.' After the earlier shocks, Penny appeared
not to react.
"Was he right?" the Master continued, "will you become
an ideal slave?"
The Master's presence was overpowering. Her sense of
powerlessness was pervasive. She swallowed dryly and
nodded her head. "Yes, Master."
"Well then your Master is not in trouble, and you've
answered your own question about your future." Penny
swallowed again.
He let her stew on that for a little while.
Then he said, "you must be tired of sucking on dildos."
She was, and without thinking nodded her head.
"Good, then show me what you've learned."
Her eyes went wide. But she moved between his spread
legs and placed her hands on his thighs. His prick inflated at
her touch. Penny leaned forward and closed her lips around
the head. She tried to shut out everything but what she had
been taught. In this she failed miserably.
But she had learned well. She was an apt pupil; Summa
Cum Laude and top of her class. Only now it was 'Some
Come Loudly' at Master Eugene's Bondage Academy.
The Master followed her actions carefully and was
suitably impressed. Her finger movements were both
delicate and firm. Her lip and tongue technique were
outstanding for a novice. She would most certainly improve
very quickly with practice. Satisfied, he closed his eyes and
thought to himself, 'beginner's luck.' Then he stopped
thinking and allowed himself to savor the experience.
Penny quickly noticed the difference. She glanced up
and saw the tension had drained out of the Master's face.
She felt the difference in his muscles. She realized that she
was now supposed to control and direct his responses and
that he was going to let her. She had never been in this
position before and the thought of it ignited her lust. Her
passion for excellence kicked in as well, and she felt a
determination to do the task well.
For the next twenty minutes Penny took Master Eugene
on a roller coaster ride of sexual responsiveness. She would
bring him to the edge until she could feel the tension in his
penis and the gentle throbbing which indicated his climax
was imminent. She would pinch his shaft firmly, just under
the head, and gently swirl her tongue in slow circles. The
imminent orgasm would slowly recede as goose pimples
broke over the Master's legs. Penny smiled inwardly at the
wonderfully erotic sound of his breathing in response to her
mouth and finger actions. Then, after what she had been
taught was the maximum time she should allow this process
to continue, she brought him to a tremendous orgasm.
The Master drew a deep breath, held it. His entire body
tensed. He exploded into her mouth.
Even having been taught what to expect, Penny was
startled. But she held her lips together, continued her
licking and sucking actions. She worked to swallow his
cum as she finished bringing him down off of the orgasm.
She found she was actually enjoyed it.
* * * * *
Five minutes later, Master Eugene sat up and studied
Penny's face. This young redhead would be a real star
someday. 'That was superb,' he thought 'but no more. I'd
better save myself for Carolena.' So he propped up a few
pillows and moved back against the headboard. He had her
sit on his lap and spent the next twenty minutes idly toying
with her sexual responses. Within moments his prick had
started to rise again and he had to reposition her. But he
had no intention of deflowering her, himself. That honor
and duty went to Master Randall, her owner.
He enjoyed the feel her naked body pressed against his
own as she began a series of multiple orgasms. The
performance he had witnessed over the TV monitor the
night before was certainly no fluke.
He eventually tired of the game and pushed her gently
off his lap. She was almost limp.
"Go," he said. "Find Carolena. Get cleaned up. Get
dressed. Go home. Carolena will let you know what
Master Locke expects of you."
Penny was surprised that he hadn't had intercourse with
her. She had expected it and had been both terrified and
excited. Now she was vaguely disappointed and not nearly
as relieved as she later would feel she should have been.
Penny was about to leave when she stopped at looked
down at the reclining Master. She had to admit, he really
was handsome for his age. But more importantly, he
exuded incredible power and control. She felt a thrill run
through her. She had this overpowering urge to lean over
and kiss him before she left. She barely stopped herself.
Turning quickly she almost ran out of the room. Master
Eugene sat staring into the moonless night for a long, long
time.
* * * * *
Penny spent most of Sunday in bed. She was trying not
to wake up or to think about the previous day and a half.
The more she tried not to think about it the more awake she
became. And the more she thought.
Carolena had said that Master Randall would come to
her house at exactly 8:01 pm on the following Saturday.
She should be prepared to receive him. She was to wear
nothing except for her collar, and wrist and ankle restraints.
She got up, showered, then buried herself fervently in
school work. She graded papers and fussed with student
records until far into the night.
The next day she was terribly anxious about Randall
showing up in class.
He didn't. She ran into Laura and Kim Ann in the
hallway, but they were infuriatingly neutral. Randall was
conspicuously and inexplicably absent, for the first time
ever. She found that even more unnerving than his
presence.
Somehow she got through the day and as soon as the
last class was over went directly home and collapsed into
her little bed. She awoke at the sound of the doorbell.
'Who could that possibly be?'
It was Randall. 'Master Randall,' she reminded herself.
What did he want--he wasn't supposed to be there until the
following Saturday. Then she remembered, he always came
for dinner on Mondays.
She stared at him dumbly. He waited patiently and
smiled. Eventually she came to herself and moved to the
side. He walked in and took up his usual position at the
kitchen table.
"I thought . . .," she started to say. "That is, . . ."
"I know," he said, "I wasn't in class today. Sorry. There
was this meeting and I had to show up to explain a few
things." He let it go at that. Penny was dying to ask him
how it went, but didn't. The girls had impressed upon her
that it wasn't a slave's place to question her Master.
Her Master? Penny went to the refrigerator and began
to put together some kind of dinner out of leftovers. It was
hard to think of Randall as her Master. She would address
him that way, certainly. She was too afraid not to. But her
real Master? She glanced over at him as she worked.
Randall sat imperturbable. Saying nothing. He was
carefully resetting his wristwatch by the clock in her
kitchen. She kept fixing. He had finished tinkering with the
watch and was now watching her, but that's what he always
did.
She was suddenly aware of the awful silence. He wasn't
usually silent on their Monday night get togethers. Then
she realized--yes, he was. She was the one who always did
the talking.
It came to her that Randall was behaving exactly as he
always had. She had always interpreted his quiet demeanor
as a shy intensity before. Now it seemed to reflect
confidence and his power over her. And yet, he wasn't
demanding anything--wasn't threatening anything. Her
hands shook slightly as she set the table and laid out the
food.
They ate in silence. Randall didn't comment on her lack
of chatter. And when the meal was over, he rose and
thanked her, just as he always did. He then said, "I guess
you have a lot on your mind. I'll just let you get back to
work," and left.
Penny shut the front door behind him and listened to his
retreating footsteps. She shook violently for a long time
afterwards.
* * * * *
On Tuesday Randall was in class like always. On
Tuesday evening Laura came to his apartment for her
regular night and to receive her special instructions for
Saturday. Laura was turning into a most satisfactory slave.
She was even demonstrating many of the proper inner
attitudes of loyalty and affection for her Master. It was
Master Eugene who had first pointed this out to Randall,
but the signs were quite clear for all to see.
On Wednesday things were again as usual at school and
Kim Ann came to him in the evening. She no longer
resisted, but betrayed a careful dispassion. She was,
however, entirely reliable and very competent. Technically,
she was a more proficient lover than Laura, but not nearly
as enthusiastic.
On Thursday Randall missed class for a second time.
Laura said nothing and Penny didn't ask when she passed
her in the hall.
On Friday, he was gone again. This time Penny found
Kim Ann and asked, but she didn't know.
On Friday evening, Penny went to the indoor pool in the
school gym and swam until her muscles ached. She usually
went there regularly, but hadn't been in several weeks. She
worked late and woke up tired. She ate a light snack and
went back to bed. It was mid-afternoon when she woke
again. She was sore and her mind was fuzzy. She got up
and took a long, hot shower. Then she wrapped a towel
around herself and spent the late afternoon puttering around
her little house with the shades drawn. She had a vague
feeling of something impending, but was successfully trying
not to think about it.
By seven-thirty she was still wrapped in the towel and
had fixed herself a sandwich in the kitchen. As she sat to
eat she glanced up at the clock and everything suddenly
came rushing back. Randall--Master Randall--would be
there at eight. No, at 8:01. Why 8:01? She remembered
him setting his watch by her kitchen clock.
Losing her appetite, she left the sandwich and wandered
into the bedroom. She removed the towel and dropped it in
a hamper. Turning toward her dresser she caught a glimpse
of her naked self in a full length mirror. She quickly looked
away. She had stashed the collar and restraints in the
bottom dresser drawer. She pulled them out and spent
a while examining them in an absent sort of way. Then,
almost without thinking about it, she put them on. First the
wrists, then the ankles, and finally the neck. The clock on
the dresser said 7:56. She always kept it 10 minutes fast so
she wouldn't be late. She watched the number change to
7:57. 7:58. 7:59. When it clicked over to 8:00 she felt a
rush of anticipation and fear. He would be there in eleven
minutes.
Penny turned to leave the room and saw her reflection
again. This time she seemed fascinated by the look of her
nude body in the restraints. She walked over to the mirror
and examined herself. She was quite beautiful and knew it,
but generally tried not to think about it. Beauty meant sex
and sex made her feel . . . uncomfortable. But now. In the
garb of a sexual slave. The sex wasn't her responsibility; it
wasn't her fault. She didn't feel guilty at studying her
reflection. Penny looked at her well manicured feet, her
shapely legs and hips. She moved her feet apart and looked
at her pubic patch. Her stomach was firm and her breasts
didn't sag. The women at the mansion were quite pretty,
but she was prettier. She looked at her face--especially the
lips. She made a little "o" out of her mouth and
remembered the sounds of Master Eugene's breathing as she
brought him to climax. She saw the reflection of the clock
in the mirror. 8:09. She whirled around as it clicked over
to 8:10.
Penny went racing into the living room and ran to the
front door. She glanced into the kitchen and that clock still
said 7:59. She breathed heavily in relief as the sweep hand
came around and up and the clock reached eight.
Penny peaked through the edge of a front window and
saw Master Randall walking up along the path leading from
the main road. He was wearing a long dark trench coat.
The weather had turned cold again. He was glancing at his
watch in the yard lights. Now when had she turned those
on?
She looked quickly back at the clock. The sweep hand
was coming around toward 8:01. He would reach her door
almost to the second. She took a step, then leaned over and
put her hand on the handle. It felt hot to her agitated
senses. She heard his footsteps on the porch. The clock
said 8:01 exactly. She waited for his knock or for the sound
of the bell wringing. His footsteps had stopped.
Silence.
Silence for long terrible seconds.
The sweep hand was 15 seconds past 8:01 and still no
knock.
With a sinking feeling she suddenly pulled the door open,
stepping back behind it.
Her Master walked in without invitation and glanced at
the clock in the kitchen. "You're late," he said without
emotion. He walked across the living room and pulled the
large swivel chair around so that it faced the front door. He
removed his coat, dropped it next to the chair, and then sat
facing her.
Penny was still standing behind the open door. His
words had made her feel a mild sense of guilt and failure.
She had a vague feeling that she somehow should have
known enough to pull open the door without waiting. She
was supposed to anticipate the needs of her Master. And
she had. She had just failed to act.
"Close the door." She did.
"Come here." She did that too, standing naked before
him and strangely feeling no shame. He nodded his head in
approval and she felt a definite sense of relief.
"Let me see you." Penny stepped back and turned in a
slow circle. When she came around she saw disapproval on
her Master's face. She immediately went through the
displaying ritual she had been taught. This time her Master
was nodding again.
A little voice inside of her was saying, 'this is sick.' But a
much louder voice was screaming, 'get it right--get it right
the first time.'
He reached down into a pocket of the coat and removed
the same bundle of bills she had seen the weekend before.
"Last chance," he said, holding the bills up between
them. "I came here directly from Master Eugene's and . . .,"
he glanced at his watch, ". . . in twenty minutes, the police
are going to receive an anonymous tip concerning the
bombing." Her body went cold and broke out in goose
flesh. "If you want to run, you'd better run quickly and
quietly." I think I can call them and buy you a little extra
time." The color had drained out of Penny's face. "On the
other hand, if you choose not to run, the police will receive
a tip which will draw them away from you, presumably--
forever." He was studying her face intently and saw that
she was looking at him and not the bundle of bills. After a
lengthy pause without comment from her he said, "well?"
'Get it right the first time.' The thought came clearly into
her consciousness. The decision had been made the week
before and everything since then had conspired to set that
decision deeply and permanently. The girls had told her
what was expected. The beautiful young teacher dropped
down to her knees in front of him and, ignoring the money,
grabbed his lower legs and pleaded with him. "Please,
Master Randall. Please accept me as your slave and I
promise absolute and perfect obedience always." Tears
were coming into her eyes. The little voice in her head had
died completely away.
* * * * *
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