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From: Fantasy Story <fantasystories2000@yahoo.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} Schoolgirl Slave Chapter 12
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Date: Sat,  4 Jun 2005 09:10:06 -0400
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Schoolgirl Slave
By Fantasy Stories
(c) FantasyStories2000



   Chapter 12 - Blackmailed again Janet didn't stop till she was safely in
her bedroom.  She sat at her dressing table, staring into the mirror,
searching for evidence of the traumatic events she'd been through. 
Nothing. Surely there should be some external evidence of what had happened
to her but she didn't look any different.

   At least she was free from him.  Except she knew she'd never really feel
free, not while he still held the evidence of her's and Marcia's cheating.
Not that it mattered as he'd probably emailed it to everyone by now.  If
she'd been worried that her life was probably over before now she was
certain it was.

   If only she could at least talk to someone but the choices were kind of
limited.  Normally if there was a really big problem in her life she'd talk
to her mom about it but that was definitely not an option this time!  The
only other people she could tell were Kelly who was going to be away for
another fortnight and Marcia who'd be away even longer.

   There were other friends but she couldn't talk to them about this.  She
could just hear the conversations.  "Hi it's Janet.  I've just been raped
and whipped and had all sorts of horrible things done to me by the guy who
lives next door.  How did it happen?  Well, he did it because I stole some
exam papers and cheated on my exams and he found out so I agreed to be his
sex slave if he wouldn't tell anyone." Shit!

   Staring in the mirror wasn't helping so she ran a bath and soaked in it
for ages, imagining the water washing away her problems.  This helped a bit
when she was in the bath but as soon as she got out the problems were back
with a vengeance.

   Janet spent the next few hours alternately pacing through the house,
trying to watch TV to escape or lying on her bed, clutching her pillow and
fighting back tears.  It wasn't until early afternoon that she remembered
Marcia had said she'd occasionally check her email while she was away.  She
turned on her computer so she could send Marcia an email to tell her she
had to call her no matter what.

   Richard's first response was disappointment.  Huge, all encompassing
disappointment as Janet disappeared from his life.  Then as he shut the
front door his disappointment was swept aside by fear that she'd tell, fear
that next time he opened the front door there'd be a cop standing there,
ready to arrest him.  Maybe if he got rid of the evidence he'd be able to
deny it all.  First, all the stuff he had on the computer had to go he
thought as he headed back to his room.

   Sitting down in front of his computer he moved the mouse to deactivate
the screen saver and there was the image he'd been working on in Photoshop.
She was naked, arms and legs stretched wide, red lines from where he'd
whipped her traced across her beautiful body.  He clicked on the image
zooming in till her blindfolded face and gorgeous tits filled the monitor.
How could he delete something so special, so sexy?  There must be another
way out of this and even if there wasn't he'd prefer to risk being arrested
rather than getting rid of the pictures and especially the video.

   The pictures and the video.  Maybe there was another way.  Maybe he
could use them.  Maybe it wasn't over but he'd have to hurry.

   As Janet loaded her email program she was focused on deciding what she
could risk saying to Marcia.  From force of habit she checked her inbox,
dumping a few Spam emails and barely glancing through the others, which
she'd reply to later.  However the last email stopped her dead.

   Hi Janet.  This is Richard.  If you want to check out your new website
click on this link.  Lots of pics of you like the one below and a vid of
you doing you know what.  You have two hours to call me to talk about this.

   Underneath was a web address and she watched in shock as an image of her
downloaded below the address.  He'd obviously taken it yesterday after he'd
first whipped her.  For ages she just stared at it, unable to comprehend
that pictures of her looking like this could exist, unable to move. 
Finally she came to her senses and hit the delete button.

   No.  Wrong.  She had to check out the site, see if it really existed. 
The delete folder.  It was still there.  She dragged the email back to her
inbox and with a sinking heart clicked on the link.  It worked.  There was
a pink background, some text and lots of pictures, all of her.

   Welcome to Janet Sheen's Teenage Slut site.

   I'm Janet and I'm a total teen slut.  I'm only fifteen but I'm into some
heavy shit.  Check out the pictures below of me tied up after my master has
whipped me.  Then click on the video icon.  This will download my first net
video.  In it I tell you what a slut I am and then I finger my hot cunt
just for you until I come.  I think you'll like it because there are lots
of close ups of my tight teen cunt.  If you do like it, email me at the
address below and if you're lucky I'll email you back with my phone number
and tell you where I live so you can come visit and we can fuck and suck
all night.

   Hope to hear from you soon.

   She didn't bother clicking on the video link.  There wasn't any point
because even if it didn't work the photos were real and there was no doubt
it was her behind the blindfold and the gag.  No doubt it was her?  As if
that mattered when the page was called Janet Sheen's Teenage Slut Site.

   Yesterday when she'd signed that stupid slave thing to stop him telling
family and friends about her cheating it was to stop all the people she
knew from finding out.  If she hadn't maybe she'd have been expelled from
her school, maybe she'd be grounded for a long time but it probably would
only have been for the cheating and it would have been forgotten
eventually. Not this.  This was going to be forever.  Everywhere she went,
every person she met for the rest of her life she'd be wondering if they'd
seen this, if they had watched her masturbate.  If she didn't do something
about it her life really would be over this time.

   She didn't know how long she sat staring blindly at the screen before,
with trembling hands, she picked up her phone and dialed Richard.  She
hadn't called his number for at least three years but she still remembered
it from when they were friends.  So long ago.  Shit, why did she do what
Marcia demanded all those years ago.  Kel was right, she shouldn't have
shut Richard out of their lives but now it was too late to do anything
about it.

   Richard was in the kitchen grabbing some food when he heard the phone.
Racing for it he skidded to a stop as he grabbed the handset.

   "Hello?  Hello?"

   There was no one there.  Shit he must have missed it.  He was just about
to hang up when he thought he heard something.

   "Hello.  Is there ..."

   "Hi."

   It was Janet, her voice so quiet he barely heard her.  That must be a
good sign he thought.  She wasn't yelling at him, demanding that he get rid
of the web site as he'd half thought she might.

   "Hi."

   "It's me.  Ummm ...  I ...  I saw the email and the ..."

   "Right ...  and?"

   "Umm, okay."

   He punched his fist into the air, mouthing a silent victory cry.  It
wasn't over.  He still had her.  More than had her, she was really totally
fucking his now and she knew it.  She'd tried to get away and now she knew
that she couldn't.  Ever.

   "Okay?"

   "I'll ...  you know ...  I'll do what you want."

   "I'll?"

   There was a long silence before she replied, her voice almost inaudible.

   "Your slave ...  master."

   "Right.  Better.  You've been a naughty little slave haven't you?"

   "Yes master."

   "A very naughty little slave.  And what happens to naughty slaves? 
Well, what?"

   "Punished."

   "Yep.  They're punished.  Guess what your punishment will be slave."

   "You'll ...  you'll hit me ...  hit your slave."

   "Tell you what, let's play a little game.  I want you to tell me how
many times you think I should hit you.  Not now.  Tomorrow at nine o'clock
when you'll come over.  Here's how the game will go.  I know how many hits
you deserve.  If you tell me I should hit you less than I think then you'll
get your number plus mine.  If you tell me the same as I think or more,
then that's all you'll get.  Understand slave?"

   "Yes master."

   "Okay.  Nine o'clock tomorrow morning.  Don't you dare be late slave. 
And you'd better be able to stay all night again or else."

   Yes!  It was on again.  Initially, if she'd called and given in again,
he'd planned on telling her to come over immediately.  But while he was
waiting for her call he'd started thinking about what he wanted to do if
she did come back.  He was going to need lots of preparation time so he'd
decided that he'd have to wait till tomorrow.  It was going to be worth it
though and if he got too horny waiting he could always jerk off to his new
video.

   When her parents came home she somehow survived dinner with them without
saying anything stupid and without either of them asking her if anything
was wrong.  After dinner she retreated to her room and spent the next few
torturous hours trying to work out the magic number.  She knew that coming
up with the right sort of number was really important.  If she said
something easy like one or two, he'd probably get really pissed off and
make it lots.  But if she came up with a bigger number and it was still too
small then she'd be getting that plus whatever he thought.  Finally she
settled on a number which of course she adjusted constantly every time she
thought about it.

   Eventually she went to bed but for ages she couldn't sleep she was so
wound up.  There was a way she knew which normally helped her fall asleep
but it felt wrong to be doing that tonight so she tossed and turned till
she couldn't stand it anymore.

   Easing her hand down to her pussy, she conjured up images of one of the
guys from her favorite TV show as she started stroking her finger through
her pussy.  She had to bite on her lip to stop from moaning because she was
very sensitive tonight.  Good though she thought, it would mean she could
get off quickly.  Slipping her finger inside she covered it with her juices
and started playing with her clitoris, coaxing it out as she started to
think of someone licking her.  It had felt so good, so complete when he put
his mouth on her clitoris, so much more complete than using a finger was.
And when he'd licked all over her pussy and pushed the tip of his tongue
into her pussy and even when he put his tongue into her bum.  But the best
part was when he'd sucked her clitoris into his mouth and she'd exploded in
that first overpowering orgasm this morning.

   As she came, one hand pushing into her pussy the other gripping her
bedclothes, images of sucking his cock and of having his cock in her pussy
flashed through her mind.  It was only as she relaxed after the waves of
her orgasm had washed over her that she realised that once again she'd
masturbated with Richard as her fantasy.  Tears rolled down her cheeks. 
Even in her fantasies she couldn't seem to escape him.

   Less that a hundred yards away Richard was also in bed.  His TV was
positioned so he could watch in bed and he had linked the video camera to
it.  As the video of Janet masturbating started and she smiled for the
camera, introducing herself as a sex slave, Richard started stroking his
already hard cock, settling down for a long stroke session.  

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