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Subject: {ASSM} Part 12 - Blackmailed Into Bondage (MF, FF, Bond, Spanking)
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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 12 - Blackmailed Into Bondage
by Zebulon
* * * * *
Laura was still humping Penny's face when Randall and
Kim Ann appeared at the bedroom door. Randall was quite
pleased. It was clear this would be Laura's second or third
orgasm. Then he saw that Penny was getting pretty close
herself and Laura didn't seem aware of the possibility. He
strode over and hooked a finger into the D-ring on the back
of Laura's collar. He pulled her to a sitting position--still
atop Penny's face. Laura had the look of a kitten being
lifted by the scruff of her neck. She was really close to
another climax, grunting wildly, her arms hanging limply at
her sides.
Penny was working furiously away beneath her. Penny's
own pelvis was thrashing on the bed and she was trying to
achieve some friction by sliding her thighs against each
other.
Randall reached down and pinched one of Penny's
nipples to shut off the impending orgasm.
Penny groaned, but keep lapping Laura's clit with her
tongue. Laura was still aroused, but had clearly been
slowed by the interruption. Randall turned to Kim Ann,
who was still standing in the doorway, and gave her a
meaningful look. She knew exactly what he wanted. His
hands were full and he wanted Laura to climax quickly. So
Kim Ann hurried over to the other side of the bed and
lightly scratched the side of Laura's neck with one hand
while sucking her nipple. Within seconds, Laura was
pushed up to and over the edge and luxuriated in yet
another wonderful climax.
Kim Ann stepped back and waited.
Penny stopped her tonguing. She was breathing
raggedly into Laura's sopping muff.
Randall waited a few moments for Laura to catch her
breath. Then, still holding her D-ring, he reached his other
hand under one of her breasts and bodily lifted her off of
Penny and planted her on her feet. "And, now my dear," he
said, looking down into the teacher's love juice smeared
face, "it's your turn."
He nodded to Kim Ann who quickly undid all of Penny's
restraints. He had the redhead stand facing the foot of the
bed with her legs pushed up against the mattress. Kim Ann
affixed one ankle to the nearest leg of the bed. Laura did
the same on the other side. Penny's legs were well spread.
Then they reconnected her wrist restraints in front of her
with a strange looking length of soft cloth. Kim Ann filled
Penny's mouth with a rubber ball gag and tightened the straps.
Laura sat on the bed with her legs shoved between Penny's.
She placed the short length of cloth around her back forcing
the young teacher to lean forward and embrace her. Then
she lay back pulling Penny down on top of her. There was
so little play in the cloth that Penny's hands were effectively
pressed into the mattress with one ear pressed between the
blond's breasts. As soon as she was settled, Laura reached
around and started fondling Penny's nipples.
The young teacher was still standing at the foot of the
bed with her legs spread, but now she was bent way over
with her ass stuck high into the air. Kim Ann came up
behind her and started fingering her to orgasm. Penny was
so hot, it only took a matter of seconds. As soon as she
came, Kim Ann removed her fingers. But it didn't matter.
She had finally reached a climax.
Then, as she twitched and convulsed with welcome
release, she felt a tremendous thwack on her left ass cheek.
She shrieked into her gag and felt a second smack on the
other bun. Tears filled her eyes. And then Kim Ann was
back, this time sucking her clitty and fingering her anus.
Laura was still working her tits with expert precision.
Almost immediately she felt her passions rising again,
despite the sharp pain in her rear. She heard the sound of
her Master's voice from behind, close to her ear. "Good
girls are rewarded. Bad girls are punished. . . . You've
been both."
Her eyes went wide even as she begin to build toward
her next orgasm. Her Master walked around the bed and
into her line of sight. Her head was still pressed against
Laura's chest. He was hefting a paddle like the ones
fraternities used in their initiations. She wanted to beg, to
plead, to protest. But all she could do was stare wildly as
her Master again walked around behind her as she came a
second time.
Penny squeezed her eyes shut as she convulsed and
grunted into the gag. Thwack. Her pussy was throbbing
with pleasure and her ass cheeks with pain. Thwack. A
brief respite and then the renewed feel of Kim Ann's mouth
and Laura's hands.
'Good girls are rewarded. Bad girls are punished.' They
kept this up through several more cycles until her multiple
orgasms began. Penny was slobbering and crying and
drooling into Laura's chest. Kim Ann had backed away for
good. Her Master gave her a few last swats for good
measure.
Then she felt the crown of his prick against the her
vaginal ring. She was about to have real sex--intercourse--
for the first time. She was a bad girl. But she had already
been punished. It was almost a sense of relief to feel her
Master's shaft slide into her. His prick broke through the
first minor resistence. Given the pain in her ass, Penny
hardly felt a thing at being deflowered. Soon, her Master's
prick was sliding in and out her pussy and his balls were
tapping on her clitoris. The combination was intensely
pleasurable as her multiple orgasms continued with greater
intensity. The feel of his thighs slapping against her burning
ass cheeks were a kind of terrible counterpoint. It was like
a cosmic judgement. And yet even in the throws of her
passions and pains she was most intensely aware of the feel
of her Master's hands gripping her, on her sides just
between her breasts and hips. That and the echoing of
Laura's words in her head, 'it's going to be all right; things
are going to be wonderful.'
And then it was over. Penny was lying on her stomach
on her little bed. The gag and the ropes were gone. She
was just barely conscious. Laura, Kim Ann, and their
satchel full of restraints and cords had departed. Her
Master was about to leave as well. He was sitting on the
side of the bed, looking down at her. He ran his hand down
her back stopping just short of her hot, red ass. Then she
heard him opening a container and felt him gently start to rub
some kind of salve into her abused behind. She winced and
let out a pitiful little cry and then relaxed as the salve began
to deaden the pain. When he finished he reached between
her legs and ruffled her pubic hair. She moaned. "8:01 next
Saturday, he said." He stood. "Precisely." He leaned over,
kissed the back of her shoulder, and was gone.
She slept.
* * * * *
Penny awoke to the sound of her alarm going off. Her
ass and legs were extremely stiff, but only a little sore. She
glanced at the clock and jumped off of the bed. The date on
the clock said it was Monday. She ran to the living room
and glanced out of her window. There were two
newspapers on the stoop. The larger Sunday edition and a
Monday paper.
Colleagues kept asking why she was walking so stiffly.
'Too much exercise,' she told them, trying not to look as
guilty as she felt. Somehow she got through the day.
That evening she expected Randall and he didn't
disappoint. She had prepared a fancy dinner and was
waiting by the front door for his appearance. She pulled the
door open as he walked up and was surprised to notice his
hand up, about to ring the bell. What did he expect from
her?
They ate in silence. He sat and she stood. He didn't
comment about her standing. And shortly after the meal
was over he left.
The next Saturday she opened the door on time. She
was again paddled at each orgasm. It didn't seem nearly as
unpleasant this time. It felt like she was being absolved,
even as she was sinning.
They shared another silent Monday meal.
The next Saturday, her Master had Laura and Kim Ann
prepare her for paddling at the very start of the evening.
Her Master surprised her with a sound thwack before
anyone even touched her. He reached between her legs and
felt her tender flesh. She was already wet. Just at the feel
of the paddle. It was a marathon evening. Before he left,
they removed her gag and all restraints. He lay on the bed
and sat her on top of him. She felt his rod slide into her.
He pulled her head down next to his and the girls pulled her
feet back, so she was lying face down on top of him. Her
cunt still filled with his prick, she felt the first of several
paddle blows administered by Kim Ann. Her pussy seemed
to come alive with wetness as she squirmed furiously and
orgasmed almost at once. She kissed her Master with an
intensity she had never before felt.
That Monday, they ate in silence, but Randall got the
clear impression Penny wanted to talk.
The next Saturday, her Master arrived alone. She
looked at him questioningly.
"It's just us tonight."
She closed the door and walked over to him. He stood
for a long while, examining her.
"Bend over and grab your ankles."
She did so. He pulled the paddle out from his coat and
gave her a series of sharp smacks on the rear. On the eighth
slap she orgasmed. He nodded to himself and tossed the
paddle on the sofa. Master Slade, the trainer who had
suggested this training technique, had been right about her.
He'd have to be sure to let him know. He wouldn't need the
paddle anymore. Even so, it was another long evening.
The next Monday, the dinner started out quietly, but
soon Penny started to talk. Randall sat as always and
listened. It was clear he had no objection to her talking, and
as the minutes past she found herself drifting from small talk
to serious concerns. She was soon pouring her heart out--
discussing all of the feelings and fears which she had bottled
up and couldn't discuss with anyone else. Above all else,
Randall heard the ambiguity of her feelings about sex, her
servitude, and him.
After dinner was long finished she was still talking and
Randall showed no signs of impatience. The clock said it
was past twelve before she finally ran down. After a long,
uncomfortable silence Randall got up to leave. He thanked
her, as he always did, and started toward the door when he
heard her say, in a small voice, "please . . ." He turned and
saw her looking at him pleadingly as if she herself didn't
quite know what was on her mind.
Master Slade had predicted this moment. Master
Eugene hadn't been so sure but Slade had been certain it
would come. And he had been right about the paddle as
well. Penny needed a strong authority figure to direct her,
to make decisions for her, to cleanse her. With Laura it had
been love. with Kim Ann it had been sternness. With
Penny it had to be both. A powerful father whom she could
love, fear, and obey. He would continue to follow Master
Slade's training advice.
Smiling, he walked into the living room, turned the
swivel chair, and sat. Penny had followed him and now
stood uncertainly. Giving no clue, he watched her and
waited.
She thought about removing her clothes and putting on
her restraints and collar. There was something almost
liberating in the thought. It would mean she could stop
making decisions. But she had to make a decision and she
wasn't sure that was it. She looked over at the imperious
figure who sat watching her. What did he expect? What
did he want? Was this her Monday night dinner guest or
Saturday night Master. She started to tremble.
He smiled at her. Penny calmed considerably. He
pointed at the floor before him. She walked over and stood
waiting while he examined her slowly and methodically.
She was wearing a frilly white blouse, a tweed skirt and
low-heeled pumps. Her arms hung limply at her sides. She
wore the expression of a small frightened animal.
He reached up and, gripping her by the upper arms,
pulled her down until she was on her knees before him--her
head on a level with his. She was staring at his shoes.
"Look at me." His voice was not harsh but stern. She
looked up into his eyes. He asked her, "what do you want?"
Penny's lower lip started to tremble again. Her head
shook slightly in the negative. He reached up and steadied
her face with his hands. Using the thumb on his right hand
he traced an outline of her lips. She stared back into his
eyes. Then he removed the thumb and repeated the
question. "What do you want?" She found she could only
look helplessly back at him.
After a long while, he stood and took a couple steps
toward the door. He felt a hand grip his pant leg tightly.
When he looked down, Penny was staring at his foot. In a
quiet voice she said, "please . . . Master. . . . Please let me
serve you. . . . Just tell me what to do . . . and I will serve
you as well as I can for the rest of my life." She was softly
crying.
He reached down and took a fist full of her hair from the
back of her head. Pulling steadily he guided Penny to her
feet so that her face was inches away from his. With his
free hand he started fondling her breast. After a few
moments Penny swallowed and shut her eyes. He shook her
head once so that she would open her eyes and continue
looking into his.
"Do you want me to protect you?"
"Yes, Master." He hooked a finger behind the top
button of her blouse and pulling quickly tore the button off.
Penny was startled but only swallowed hard in response.
"Do you want me to make decisions for you?"
"Yes, Master." He ripped the second button off.
"Do you want me to love you?"
"Oh yes, Master." The ripped the last button off so that
her shirt rippled completely open in the front. Still holding a
fist full of her hair, he undid the little snap between the bra
cups with the other hand. Lifting one of the cups, he
kneaded the soft flesh and taut nipple. Penny groaned.
"What do you want? Right now. Tell me?"
Penny's crotch was damp. "Please, Master. . . . Please
make love to me."
Gripping her nipple firmly he pressed his face against
hers and kissed her deeply. He tilted her head back and
kissed her chin, neck and throat. He changed breasts with
his free hand and, bending over, sucked on the nipple he had
just released.
Penny felt ready to melt. He had made her ask him--no,
beg him to dominate her, to ravish her. She felt degraded,
she felt cheap, she felt reborn. She felt hornier than she ever
had before in her life. He was, indeed her Master now in
every sense of the word. She still wasn't fully adjusted to
the fact, but there was no longer any doubt in her mind.
He released her hair. "Take off the rest of your clothes."
She did so with enthusiasm, tossing her clothing into a pile
on the side of the room. He looked at her naked body for a
few moments.
"Now undress me." He stood before her as she undid
so, carefully folding his clothes and laying them on a nearby
table.
When she was finished, he held out his arms, facing her,
his prick pointing straight at her. He said, "worship me."
How would she react? When Master Slade had predicted
this moment and suggested this tactic during a conference
call, Master Eugene had laughed. There had been a bet
made about whether this moment would come and how
Penny would react.
Penny slowly sunk down to her knees before him and
began to lick and suck on his dick.
Master Eugene was going to have to pay up.
For a long while, Randall allowed Penny to continue,
luxuriating in her wonderful technique. She had already
learned a great deal and was applying herself with almost
joyous abandon. Randall reached down and held stroked
her hair as he reached his climax. It was a moment of
exhilaration for both of them. She sucked him dry and
began working on bringing him to another orgasm, but he
stopped her and helped her to her feet.
He lifted her in his arms and carried her back to her little
room. Depositing her on the bed, he rolled her on her back
and spread her legs. Her face was filled with lusty
anticipation. For almost an hour, her Master played with
her body, massaged her breasts and nipples, rubbed and
licked her engorged pussy lips and tightly throbbing clitoris.
Penny came repeatedly.
And when the multiple orgasms began, he mounted her,
pushing his stiff rod into her tight wet love tunnel. He
thrilled to the wild look of passion in her face as she panted
and grunted and made little gasping cries with each new
orgasm. The feelings of release at having finally given in
completely to his dominance and of his balls slapping
against her buttocks was driving her to higher levels of lust
than she had ever known. Randall came himself four times
that night. And towards the end, when he didn't have a
lustful thought left in him, but she was still going strong, he
positioned himself between her legs and used every trick he
could think of to drive her into a sexual coma. He sucked at
her clit, pinching her nipples and thrusting fingers into her
vagina and anus. He tried for twenty minutes, and
succeeded only in calling up a raging storm of orgasms.
Finally, exhausted, he quit. Penny had come over thirty
times.
For the next ten minutes, Randall sat on the edge of the
bed and caught his breath. Penny lay there twitching and
throbbing as she came down from the most incredible and
intense sex she had ever known.
Her Master stood up and walked out. She could hear
him dressing in the next room. She felt strangely at peace.
Then her Master returned and walked up to the bed. It
was time to add some sternness to the mix. "Next
Saturday," he said, looking down at her, "I want you to
report to Master Eugene. You take excellent care of him.
Understand?"
She looked up at him with shock and consternation.
"But Master . . ."
He expected this. He grabbed a nipple. There was no
subtlety here. She felt the pain shoot through her and she
yelped.
"Shut up," he hissed. She shut, whimpering and
blubbering to herself. He was still gripping her tender bud
with painful force.
"Who do you belong to?" he asked.
"You, Master." She answered through the ache in her
tit. She answered without hesitation.
"That makes you my property, doesn't it?"
"Yes, Master."
"Which means I can lend you out if it gives me pleasure."
She was staring wildly at him. "Or I rent you out. Or I can
even sell you." There was iron in his voice. Penny felt a
wave of cold fear pass through her. "And whatever I tell
you to do, you will do with complete obedience and
enthusiasm. Because I am your Master, and it will give you
pleasure to do my bidding. Isn't that right?"
She wasn't so sure, but answered immediately. "Yes,
Master! Yes, of course, Master."
He released her nipple and reached for her far arm.
Pulling it, he flipped her over and spanked her until she
came again.
"And don't you dare forget that or ever question it
again."
She was crying in earnest. "Yes, Master."
"8:01 next Saturday at Master Eugene's. And it better
be the best he ever had."
"Yes, Master."
* * * * *
She showed up at Master Eugene's the following
Saturday at 8:01 exactly and did her very best to please him.
Both he and Master Randall were quite pleased, indeed.
* * * * *
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