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WARNING: This is a work of erotic fiction. It contains depictions of
nudity and graphic sex.

Author: A Strange Geek
Title: A Legacy for Gina
Summary: A teenage girl is confronted with her mother's chilling legacy
involving a strange man from the past and a mysterious cult.
Part: 1 of 2
Keywords: MF, Mf, mf, FF, fsolo, oral, nc, bd, spank, magic

Copyright A Strange Geek, 2005

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    Faintly, a clock chimed.

    A figure stirred on the bed in the darkness, until an outstretched
arm and a click of a lamp chased the shadows back to the edges of the
room. Gina Caligano blinked at the light, her dark blue eyes taking a
moment to adjust. She paused a moment, turning her head towards the
door to her room as the last chime faded.

    Gina swung her legs over the side of the bed, the dim light from
her small lamp giving them a smooth, milky sheen. As she stood, her
thin nightgown fell softly over her hips, just barely concealing her
white lace panties. A gentle rustling sound made her turn her head
towards the window, where the crisp late October air stirred the limbs
of the tree, a few more leaves falling as she watched.

    She padded carefully over towards the door, though her small,
delicate feet made no noise against the soft carpet. She brushed an
errant strand of dark hair from her eyes as she cracked open the door
and peeked out into the hallway.

    The rest of the house lay shrouded in darkness. The gentle ticking
of the grandfather clock downstairs in the living room was the only
thing preventing the silence from being absolute. She waited for nearly
a full minute, but heard nothing else.

    Gina relaxed and very quietly closed the door. Her mother was
asleep. Finally. It seemed like her latest bout with insomnia had gone
on for days, to Gina's frustration. Gina always knew when her mother
was awake. She could hear her toss and turn in bed, or the sound of
pages turning in a book, or even the clack of knitting needles.

    Gina hastened across the room and slid into the chair before her
computer. It was already on, humming gently, and soon the monitor
screen glowed at her eager face. She took one last nervous glance over
her shoulder before bringing up the browser and clicking over to the
website she had been waiting for nearly a week to visit again.

    She quickly clicked past the "only 21 or older" page, having long
since stopped experiencing the small twinge of guilt she used to get at
this point. Not that she was capable of turning away anymore. Perhaps
if she had been discovered earlier than this, perhaps if her mother had
caught her, and lectured her about what sixteen-year-old girls ought
not to be doing, she would have stopped, but not anymore. Not since she
had discovered /him/.

    Or at least she assumed it was a he. Since everyone on this site
went under a pseudonym, it could be a he or a she, but she had a
feeling it was a he. This particular writer went under the name 
"Xy'til'ev", which to her sounded male.

    Gina discovered to her delight that he had posted a new story to
the site. Her heart started to pound as she clicked on the link that
brought her to his rather sparse web page, and she felt her skin flush
as she discovered it was another chapter in his /Cult of Se'xel'ta/
series.

    She paused, her mouse hovering over the link to the new chapter.
His writing was so fluid and so intense, that it always got her very
excited, even as dark as the subject matter was. Or perhaps because of
it.

    Gina swallowed, her hand trembling a bit. The fear of being
discovered renewed itself in her mind. Her mother had been increasingly
protective of her lately. It had started soon after her sixteenth
birthday, but intensified as October wore on. She always demanded to
know exactly where Gina was at every moment of the day, and often
called the house soon after school was out to make sure she was
actually at home.

    Gina bit her lip. Was her mother monitoring her internet access?
Unlikely. Roberta Caligano was an intelligent woman but useless with
electronics. Gina had set up the whole thing herself after finally
cajoling her mother into getting internet access like everyone else in
Haven.

    Gina sighed wistfully. She had to just take the chance.

    She clicked on the link, and her screen filled with the author's
words. She leaned forward, her eyes steady and unblinking as they
tracked the text across the screen. His writing drew her in
immediately, commanding her senses, seizing her emotions. Her eyes
slowly widened as he wove his tale of young men and women taken into
the cult, their minds and bodies enslaved in ways she could never have
comprehended, their sexuality controlled and commanded. Her emotions
were taken on a tumultuous journey through his prose, as the cult's
victims were kept enslaved more by thought and will than chain and
shackle.

    For Gina, it was as if she had fallen into the story. As terrible
as the plight of these helpless sex slaves was, as dark as it was,
something about it spoke to a very basic desire. As victimized as these
people were, as trapped as they were in their ordeal, their intense
orgasms at the hands of their masters made their minds reel and
overpowered their senses.

    Halfway through the story, Gina began panting softly, her body
trembling with excitement. She felt a growing heat between her thighs,
and she parted her legs to relieve the pressure. It was not enough. As
she read about a new captive being sexually teased into insensibility,
her own pussy grew damp in response. She spread her legs further apart,
her breathing growing more labored. Slowly, one of her hands drew her
nightgown up. Moisture darkened her white panties.

    Gina resisted as long as she could, the hand holding the hem of her
nightgown tightening white-knuckled into a fist. Finally, she relented,
drawing her gown back further before dropping her hand over herself.
She uttered a small gasp as her fingers first touched her excited flesh
through the thin fabric of the panties. Moaning softly, her mouth
dropping open and her eyes half-lidded, her fingers slid slowly up and
down her slot. She loved starting it like this, through her panties,
pressing the fabric into her slot, and then reaching up and tugging it
into her folds as she slid her hips forward and ground it against her.

    Her free hand that still lay on the mouse was shaking, and it took
her a few tries to click down to the next section. Something in the
story made her gasp in surprise and shock, as did every one of his
works, and sent her arousal to a fever pitch. She pulled the panties to
the side and slid fingers over bare flesh, her wetness making a
squishing noise as she stroked her sensitized pussy. Gina panted in
earnest, moisture dripping down onto the seat of the chair, an
already-present stain testament to the fact that this was not the first
time his words drove her to a sexual frenzy.

    She reached the last part of the story, the excitement continuing
to build. She took her hand from the mouse and squeezed one of her
petite but softly rounded mounds of her breasts through her nightgown,
rubbing at the erect nipple, making her moan in response. Her legs
spread further apart as she stroked faster and harder, feeling herself
build along with the story, rising upwards, panting heavily.

    And then, the story came to its climactic ending.

    And then, so did Gina.

    "Uhhh!" she cried despite her attempts to remain quiet, gasping
raggedly as she writhed on the chair, her pussy throbbing, her hips
wanting to buck with each pulse. She kept stroking her clitoris,
prolonging her orgasm as long as possible, moaning as she leaned back
in the chair. Finally, it was too much for her and she eased off,
letting herself down, her breath coming out as a long sigh.

    She sat in something of a daze for a few moments, feeling the
lingering after-effect of her orgasm. She swallowed and reached for the
mouse to close out the browser, still breathing hard. She then ran her
fingers through her nearly black hair. With her sexual need sated, the
more disturbing aspects of his writing hit her harder, and she
shuddered at some of the things that happened in his tale. She was
stunned that she had been so excited about it.

    Gina plucked a tissue from the box next to her computer and cleaned
herself off. She rose and adjusted her panties and smoothed out her
nightgown. She jerked her head over to the door as if expecting her
mother to burst in at that moment. Nothing of the sort happened.

    Quickly she shut down her computer and got back into bed. She felt
another remaining twinge of anxiety over what she saw in his writing as
she clicked off the lamp.

    It was a little while before she drifted off to sleep.



    Gina yawned luxuriantly as she trudged down the stairs the next
morning, a schoolbag listlessly slung over one shoulder. She reached
behind her head and toyed distractedly with her ponytail, tugging
absently at the elastic band that held it in place. She had had a bit
of a restless night, her dreams plagued with images from the story she
had read online, and had her usual lack of enthusiasm towards school.

    Just as she got to the bottom of the stairs, she heard heavier
footfalls on the steps above her. "Gina, dear, I'd like to talk to you
for a moment."

    Gina felt a twinge of anxiety as she turned and looked up at her
mother. To Gina's surprise, her mother had not yet dressed. Roberta
appeared to have simply thrown a robe around her body, which she was
still in the process of sashing about her waist as she came down the
stairs. Gina supposed she should at least be glad that her mother had
something on. Her mother preferred to sleep in the nude, even during
the coldest months of the year. It was not something that Gina thought
particularly strange, since her mother had been doing it ever since she
was old enough to remember, but it was sometimes disconcerting to her
to see her mother naked during the daylight hours when someone might
come to the door.

    Gina searched her mother's face for any sign that the woman was
angry with her over something, the worry that Roberta had somehow
discovered what she had been doing the night before paramount in her
mind. Yet when Roberta reached the bottom of the stairs, Gina instead
saw concern in her dark eyes.

    "Yeah, Mom?" Gina said in what she hoped was a casual voice.

    Roberta paused a moment, as if searching for words. She ran a hand
through her curly dark hair, a gesture very much like her daughter's.
In fact, Gina was her mother's daughter in many ways. They both had
dark hair and dark eyes, though Roberta's were a deeper shade of
violet, they both had a slightly darker skin hinting at their
Mediterranean heritage. Roberta was nearly as pretty as her daughter as
well. At forty, she was still quite the beauty, save for slightly more
pronounced hips, though this was a holdover from when she was pregnant
with Gina. Her bosom was also a bit fuller, her orbs bouncing lightly
under the robe as she came down the stairs.

    "Here, come over to the sofa, honey," Roberta said. Gina could hear
the slight Italian accent in her voice. It always came out when she was
anxious about something.

    "Mom, did ... did I do something wrong?" Gina asked, trying to
quell her rising panic as they sat down.

    "Oh, no, darling, no," Roberta said quickly. She paused again. "In
fact ... I think you're going to like this."

    Gina knew her mother all too well. Whatever it was, Roberta did not
like it much herself.

    "I think I've been a little too restrictive with regards to you,
dear," she continued.

    Gina blinked in surprise. "Oh?"

    "Yes. You like to take walks, don't you, dear?"

    Gina just nodded mutely. Yes, it was true. But because of how she
had to come straight home from school every day, the only time she
could do it was on weekends, and even then her mother insisted she call
in every hour.

    "Well, um, I think .. I think I should encourage that. So if you
want to take your time coming home in the afternoon from school, feel
free."

    Roberta gave her daughter a smile. It was obviously a nervous one.

    Gina stared at her for few moments. "Mom, are you all right?" she
asked.

    "Of course I am, dear," Roberta said, though her smile faltered a
bit. "I'm just ... a little tired. Had a bit of trouble last night
sleeping."

    "Oh," Gina said tonelessly. She felt her anxiety wax again. She was
/sure/ her mother had been asleep!

    "Anyway, dear, you're s-sixteen now, and you deserve a little more,
uh, freedom."

    Gina was not sure what to say, or what to feel. She knew she should
be happy to hear this, but something was obviously bothering her
mother.

    "In fact, why don't you take advantage of that today?" Roberta
said. "I heard it's supposed to be a lovely fall day. You can catch the
fall colors at the city park."

    Now Gina knew there was something wrong. "You want me to go up to
the park?"

    "Sure, why not?"

    "But you never let me go there. You said too many kooks hang out
there."

    "I never said that."

    "Yes, you did. 'Kooks' is a direct quote."

    Roberta immediately opened her mouth to protest, but stopped short.
She closed it again and took a deep breath through her nose. "Well,
I've heard things have changed. It's ... safer for you up there now."

    "Safer than here?" Gina asked.

    It had been an innocent question, but her mother's expression grew
more somber. "I just want you to be happy, dear," she said. "I want you
to remember that."

    "Um ... okay ... uh, I better get going, Mom, or I'll miss the
bus," Gina said, standing up quickly. "And I'm sure you want to get
ready for work."

    "I'm not going to work today, dear," her mother said in a low
voice. "I'm taking a day off."

    Gina looked askance at her mother. "I thought you said your boss
was stingy about time off."

    "I'm, uh, taking a personal day."

    "But you have to take those without pay."

    "It's not like we need the money, dear," Roberta said, starting to
sound exasperated. "Gina, please stop questioning your mother. Now, go
have a nice day at school, okay?"

    Gina nodded and fled without another word.



    Gina was even more subdued and withdrawn than usual as she walked
the corridors of Haven High School, her arms and shoulders drawn in as
if afraid of touching anyone, even inadvertently. She hated what was to
her the sheer crush of people at school, which was why she was often
thought of as being shy. She was not shy at all, she simply did not
like crowds. She much preferred one-on-one interaction with people than
what she referred to as a people zoo.

    She wished she knew what was bothering her mother. It was not like
her to take a day off on a whim like that. Roberta had been right in
that they did not need the money. They lived comfortably enough off a
check that arrived every month, a check that Roberta claimed was
alimony from her divorce settlement. The divorce was almost a non-event
with Gina, since it happened when she was less than a year old. She had
absolutely no memories of her father, and her mother was loathe to talk
about him.

    It was not like the job she had even brought in all that much
money. She was a managerial assistant at the Li'l Missy Inn, a hotel
near the center of town. Where Haven was not exactly a tourist trap in
the best of times, it was unlikely that the place saw that much
business. She imagined her mother sat around with little to do much of
the day. Every time Gina asked if she could see where she worked, her
mother strongly discouraged her. "You'd be dreadfully bored, I assure
you, dear," was the common refrain.

    So lost in her own thoughts was she that she failed to notice the
boy that had been shadowing her from the last class. Even as she
stopped at her locker and twirled the dial on the lock, she did not see
him standing nearby, looking right at her. He waited another  few
seconds, and when she still did not acknowledge him, he spoke up. "Um,
Gina?"

    Startled, Gina gasped and jumped, her books falling from her hands
and spilling loudly onto the floor, making several passing students
snort and chuckle. Gina's cheeks colored.

    The boy winced at this but there was a hint of amusement to his
dark brown eyes, which looked at her from under wavy locks of blond
hair. After  a few seconds pause, realization came to those eyes, and
he gave her an impish smile as he raised a finger and said, "Allow me."

    He dropped down to the floor to collect the scattered books.

    This only made Gina's cheeks burn even more. She recognized the boy
from some of her classes. She could not place the name, but she
definitely knew the face, as well as the handsome body that went with
it. She almost aways spotted him with at least one or two other girls
by his side. As he stood up and handed the books to her, grinning at
her as if he had just done something extraordinarily heroic, she was
reminded why the other girls were attracted to him. Though willowy of
build, he was quick with a smile and exuded charm with ease, getting
people to like him without even really trying.

    As he did now, when he leaned casually against the lockers, folding
his arms and smiling mischievously at Gina. "Now, it wasn't really my
plan to get you to drop your books so I can pick them up for you, but
if it got your attention, that works for me," he said smoothly, jerking
his head briefly to toss an errant lock of hair from his eyes.

    Gina managed a smile, though she wondered why in the world
something like him was giving her the time of day. Not that she thought
herself unattractive, but she was not exactly the outgoing type, and
she figured he'd rather prefer the girls that would laugh as loud as he
did or act at ease among the little crowd that seemed to accompany him
everywhere. Even now she was aware of some other students hanging
around just off the side, as if waiting for him to be done with
whatever it was he was doing, perhaps as mystified as she was.

    "Quiet type, okay, I can deal with that," he said. "Though you will
tell me if your name is really Gina, right?"

    "Um, yes, it's Gina," she said slowly. "I'm sorry I don't know your
name."

    "Oh, I'm Jessie Glade," he replied. "Every calls me Jes, so you
can, too, if that floats your boat."

    Gina's eyes widened a bit. This was Jes? She had heard of him. Most
of the girls in the school wanted to date this boy. Now she was doubly
anxious about what he could possibly be doing talking to the likes of
her. "Um, hi," she said awkwardly. "Sorry I didn't recognize you," she
added, and realized how foolish that sounded.

    This did not appear to faze Jes in the least, and only made him
smile more broadly, and the amusement was back in them. "You strike me
as a no-nonsense kind of girl," he declared. "So I'll get right to the
point. Do you have a date for the Halloween dance yet?"

    Gina looked totally nonplussed. "The what??"

    Jes smirked. "Remember Halloween? That day at the end of October?"
He turned and snatched a decoration off a nearby locker, a cutout of a
ghost, which he danced around in the air before her. "/This/
Halloween."

    Only then did it dawn on her that Halloween was barely a few days
away. She had been so wrapped up in the new author on the online
erotica site that she had lost track of the days. "Oh, uh, yes, that,"
she said, embarrassed. She had even forgotten that the school was
planning a dance for that day.

    "Now that we've cleared that up," Jes said, flashing a grin at her
again. "I can take that to mean no, you don't have a date."

    "Oh, uh, no, I don't," Gina said. "I wasn't planning on ..."

    "Would you like one?"

    Gina stopped and stared. "What?"

    "Would you like a date to the Halloween dance? Specifically, with
me?"

    Gina was too stunned to reply for a few moments.

    She could not understand this at all. Why was the most popular boy
in the school asking her out on a date? For that matter, why had any of
the boys suddenly started to notice her that year? Until she had hit
sixteen, she had been beneath their notice, regardless of how
attractive she might have been to any of them. Her tendency to keep to
herself kept them at bay.

    The first date she ever had turned out to be her last one. She had
been very nervous and flustered, and as the evening progressed, her
thoughts had turned dangerously sexual. Several times her date looked
like he was considering pushing his luck and seeing just how far she
was willing to go on just one date. What had scared her afterward was
how easy a time he would have had.

    From that point on, she turned down every other offer of a date.
Even just the question itself would stir her emotions into a sexual
excitement that was totally unwarranted for the situation. Even now as
she contemplated his question, she could feel an all-too familiar
tingling between her legs.

    Gina swallowed. "W-well, normally, Jes, I'd love to ... I mean ...
I'm terribly flattered! But ... well, I can't dance, for one thing, and
..."

    "Oh, now, if that's a problem," Jes said with a grin and a
conspiratorial smile. "We can always cut out of the dance early and
just ... oh, spend some time together. Maybe just relax with a beer or
two or something."

    Gina's heart thumped hard under her breast and she clutched her
books to her more tightly. She did not trust her judgment sober, let
alone with alcohol in her. Or was he hoping for that? Did he somehow
know how she was reacting? Was he hoping for someone whose panties
would come off easily at the right moment?

    Gina took a slow, deep breath. The idea actually aroused her. She
could feel the growing dampness in her pussy. That told her what her
answer had to be.

    "I'm sorry, Jes," she said with a sigh. "I can't."

    Jes appeared a bit surprised, as if he had not even thought that
the girl would be capable of saying "no" to  him. He recovered swiftly,
however, and flashed her another winning smile. "Hey, I got an idea,"
he said. "Sleep on it for one night. Tell me your answer tomorrow."

    The last thing she wanted was more time to think about it! "Jes, I
don't think ..."

    But Jes shook his head and placed a finger lightly on her lips. She
was not sure what she was more surprised at, the fact that he did this
or the fact that she obediently quieted at once. "Tomorrow, Gina," he
said. "Then we'll talk about it again."

    Before Gina could say another word, he tipped an imaginary hat to
her and turned away.



    "Gina! Gina Caligano!"

    Gina gasped and jerked upright in her seat, flinching as her eyes
rose to meet the indignant form of her English literature teacher, Miss
Terri Hollis. As slim and svelte as the young honey-haired woman was,
she managed to loom menacingly over Gina, arms folded, her icy blue
eyes casting a cold look down at her student.

    Gina felt herself flush with embarrassment as several of her peers
sniggered softly around her. In a panic she realized she had lost
complete track of the lesson. She had no idea where they were or what
she might have just been asked. She glanced at the blackboard behind
her teacher and saw there were more notes on the board past where she
has stopped taking them down.

    "I'm s-sorry, Miss Hollis," Gina said sheepishly, her voice
slightly husky.

    "I'm rather surprised at you, Gina," Terri said in her lilting
voice, edged with scorn. "Of all my students, you're the one I thought
least likely to daydream."

    "But I wasn't ..." Gina started to protest, but cut herself off.
No, she had not been daydreaming, but what she had been doing was not
something she wanted to admit out loud. Her blush deepened as she
realized her legs were still open under the desk. She closed them,
feeling renewed moisture squishing in her cunt.

    Terri sighed and shook her head. "I realize that the dance is
coming up in a few days, but I really wish all of you girls would stop
thinking about boys for five consecutive minutes."

    Gina swallowed. Any protest of hers at this point would definitely
be a lie.

    Terri turned away from her quickly, her long hair flying out behind
her. She marched up to the front of the class with a glance at the
clock, where the hands stood at just two minutes before the end of
class. "Finish writing up an analysis of the short story for homework,"
she said crisply. "And try to pay more attention tomorrow. That goes
for everyone. Class dismissed."

    Gina bolted out of her seat and fled the class as quickly as she
could, trying to ignore the way her thighs rubbed her excited flesh. As
she headed out of the school, she took several deep breaths to calm
herself. Technically she had not been thinking about boys, just one in
particular. She had started thinking about Jes, and his offer of a
date. She had started to entertain the notion of taking him up on it,
and then her mind had taken off, imagining what he might want her to do
after they left the dance.

    And of all the teachers for her to piss off! Terri Hollis made Gina
nervous. While that was the first time Gina had ever been reprimanded
by her, Gina felt as if Terri paid an inordinate amount of attention to
her, tending to call on her more even when she was not specifically
raising her hand to answer a question. It was fortunate that Gina loved
to read, and so she did well in the class and was nearly always
prepared. She shuddered to think what Terri would think of her now.

    She was beside herself. She did not understand what was happening
to her lately, why she was so oversexed. Was she enjoying that online
erotica too much? She had had sex on her mind before she found the
/Cult of Se'xel'ta/ series, but was this making it worse? Maybe it
would be better to avoid it for a few days, at least until the dance
was over with. That way, she could still go with Jes and ...

    She shook her head. No, she simply could not agree to go out with
him. She would regret it later.

    Gina tried to collect her wits as she sat on the school bus,
watching the houses and businesses pass by as the bus ambled east down
Orchard Street. She was anxious to get home, to some semblance of
security and the familiar. But as the bus turned south onto Fairview
Drive, she remembered how anxious her mother had seemed that morning,
and how she had been given permission to come home as she pleased.

    This only made her want to head home even faster.

    The school bus did not take her all the way to her house. She and
Roberta lived on the very outskirts of town, and she was the only
student that lived so far in the boondocks. Instead of taking her to
all the way down to her house and having to make the long loop back
along the southern edge of town, she was dropped off at the last
intersection with another major road, and she had to walk the final
half-mile back to her house.

    Gina liked it this way. These walks gave her a chance to reflect.
She loved living with so few neighbors. It was quiet and peaceful. Yet
that day her feet carried her quickly, leaves crunching under her. She
crested the hill and her house came into view just off the road. She
passed by the turnoff to the winding dirt road that led eastward past
the side of her house without a second look, which was the path she
usually took when she wanted to be alone for awhile.

    Gina jogged the last bit up her driveway and to the front door,
jamming the key into the lock and letting herself inside quickly. She
paused and uttered a sigh in relief of a day done as she closed the
door behind her, only to walk into the living room and have her breath
catch in her throat as her eyes were drawn to the figure on the sofa.

    "Hello, Gina."

    Gina's mouth dropped open, and she stood transfixed, unable to
respond to this simple spoken greeting. The man upon her mother's sofa
looked at her with dark blue-gray eyes, penetrating and cool as steel.
His lips curled into a smile, as pleasant and as warm as it was sly and
secretive. He sat with the ease of someone in the comfort of his own
domain, an air of casual confidence surrounding him like an aura. He
was neatly dressed and impeccably groomed, the slight bit of gray about
his temples hinting at an age that appeared to be in excess of what his
lean and sinewy body suggested.

    The man unfolded his legs and turned in his seat towards her,
raising an arm and draping it across the back of the sofa, as if in
unspoken invitation to the empty spot next to him. "I must say, Gina,
you have become quite the beauty," he said, speaking in a deep and
commanding voice. "So much like your mother."

    "Uh ... wh-what?" Gina stammered, her fingers curling tightly
around her books as if like as shield. She swallowed, heart thumping.
"Who are you?" she finally croaked, her voice rising. "What are you
doing here?"

    Before the man could reply, someone burst out of the kitchen,
making Gina jump with a small gasp, and then relax when she saw it was
her mother. Roberta rushed into the room and stopped just short of the
sofa, casting her surprised gaze upon her daughter. "Gina! I ... I
didn't expect you home so soon. I thought I said you could ..."

    "I ... kind of had a bad day at school, Mom," Gina said. Her eyes
flickered nervously between her mother and the strange man. The man
kept looking at her with that steel-eyed gaze, making her nervous. She
gave her mother a questioning look.

    "Perhaps, Roberta, introductions are in order," the man said
smoothly.

    Roberta looked flustered for a moment, but then managed to force a
small smile. "Gina, this man is Victor. Victor Te ..."

    "First names will be enough for now," the man cut in quickly,
Roberta's mouth closing the moment he started to speak. After a pause,
he said, "Continue."

    "He's an ... an old friend of mine," Roberta continued in a softer
voice. "Someone I've known for awhile."

    "Oh, now, Roberta, you do underplay it, don't you?" Victor said
with amused disdain in his voice. "I've known you mother for quite the
number of years, Gina. Since she was about, oh, sixteen or so."

    Gina blinked and looked towards her mother, thoroughly nonplussed.
Her mother remained silent, her hands folded in front of her. Gina then
noticed something that she had failed to a moment ago in her anxiety,
and it made her all the more confused. Her mother was still in only her
robe. Even her feet were still bare. Had she not even dressed at all
that day? Or had she ...?

    "Hopefully, I will get to know you better, Gina, during my stay."

    This knocked Gina out of her reverie. Her eyes widened. "Your stay
...?" She sent a silent plea to her mother. Roberta gave her a very
small smile in return. The pause drew out longer, her mother's smile
fading under the befuddled and worried gaze of her daughter. Yet when
she finally opened her mouth to speak, Victor answered her himself.

    "Yes, Gina, I will be staying for a few days," he said. "Your
mother was good enough to put me up for a few nights."

    Something was wrong. None of this made any sense to her. "Was there
no room available at the hotel?" Gina asked as politely as she	could
muster.

    Victor paused a moment, and then chuckled. "Quite an audacious
young woman, aren't you, Gina?" he asked with a grin and a flash of
even, white teeth.  

    Gina had not thought the question so bold, but his words made her
draw her arms in and her gaze waver, as if wanting to drop
apologetically.

    "I have been traveling abroad, young lady, and have scant American
funds, you see," Victor said. "And your mother knew her duty, and
offered me lodgings."

    "Knew her duty?" she asked, the words tumbling out of her mouth
before she could stop them.

    When Victor did not respond at once, Roberta took a short, deep
breath and announced quickly, "He's a very old friend, Gina, I couldn't
very well just turn him out," she said, her voice both annoyed and
anxious. "He'll be perfectly fine in the guest room, and I'm sure you
won't even notice he's ..."

    "Roberta."

    And at that single word, spoken in an even tone of voice, the smile
having faded from Victor's face, her mother at once fell silent.

    "Perhaps, Roberta, it would be best for you to leave us alone for a
few moments."

    Gina clutched her books to herself more tightly, trembling
slightly. Her mother opened her mouth briefly, reconsidered, then
closed it. And then to Gina's shock, her mother silently turned around
and walked back into the kitchen, leaving her alone.

    The smile had returned to Victor's face. He crossed one leg over
the other and with his hand still draped over the back of the sofa he
gestured silently to the empty spot next to him.

    Gina's heart thundered in her chest. As she stepped more fully into
the room, his eyes tracking her with their unyielding gaze, something
about this struck her as familiar. It was the craziest thought she had
ever had, for nothing in what was happening to her had anything in
common with any other experience she ever had. She drew her shoulders
in even further as she lowered herself into the seat, sitting stiffly,
her back barely touching the back of the sofa.

    Victor smiled at her. "Do I make you nervous, Gina?" he asked
softly.

    "No," she lied.

    He reached towards her, and she flinched. He grasped her
schoolbooks. She clung to them for another second before relinquishing
them, feeling very exposed as they were taken from her and placed off
to the side.

    "Much better," Victor said, draping his arm behind her again. "And
I get to see the rest of you. Yes, you have turned out quite so much
like your mother."

    Gina caught his eyes flickering downward towards her body,
lingering a second over the raised mounds of her breasts pressed
against her thin sweater. Maddeningly, her sex tingled. "Um, how do you
know my mother, Mr ... um ..."

    "Just address me as 'sir', Gina," Victor said. "I first met your
mother when she was sixteen. That would be your age now, wouldn't it,
Gina?"

    Gina nodded silently.

    "Quite the girl. Very pretty. Very vibrant. It was a pleasure to
get to know her."

    The way he said that, and the way the gleam came to his eyes as he
said it made her shudder. "I don't remember my mother ever mentioning
you, sir," Gina said, almost an accusing tone in her voice.

    "I am sure she had her reasons for not telling you about me. In
fact, I believe I know what they are." He remained quiet for a moment,
as if daring Gina to ask her to explain what he meant. She remained as
silent as he. He appeared pleased at this. "I am also sure she does not
talk to you very much about her life at all, or the other men in it."

    "Other men?" Gina asked in surprise.

    "I am mostly referring to your father, of course."

    "Did you know my father, sir?"

    "Oh, indeed, Gina, indeed," Victor said.

    A pause. He looked at her expectantly, as if knowing what she was
going to ask. "Sir, do you ... do you know why my parents divorced?"

    "Let's just say, Gina, that sometimes a man has a greater
responsibility than those that he lays out for himself."

    That answer made no sense to her. "Greater than raising a
daughter?"

    Victor smiled. "Give yourself a little more time," he said. "And
you will understand. Now, enough about the past. I would like to know a
little more about you."

    "What do you want to know?" she asked with trepidation.

    "As I recall, your mother was quite popular with the young men in
her school. Can the same be said of you?"

    Gina's heart lurched. Thoughts of Jes came back into her head. "Um
..."

    "Surely they have noticed someone as pretty as yourself."

    She felt heat in her cheeks. "I ... I suppose they have," she said
noncommittally.

    "The boys virtually flocked to your mother," Victor said. "Rather
flattering for her. A bit overwhelming, but she simply could not turn
them down. After all, they ..."

    "I have."

    Victor fell silent. He looked at her with carefully contained
surprise but unrestrained curiosity, a single eyebrow lifting, his eyes
intense. "Really, now?"

    Gina could not get over those eyes. Any time she looked at them,
she felt as if they were attempting to penetrate into her mind. Yet as
disturbing as this was, she found herself drawn to them again and
again.	

    "So you have many boys wanting you, but you turn them down?"

    "I ... I wouldn't say it was a lot of boys, sir, but ..."

    Victor chuckled suddenly. "Now, are you telling me, Gina, that you
are ... how shall I put this? ... a bit of a tease?"

    Gina's eyes widened. "No, sir!" she exclaimed.

    "But surely that is what the other boys think," he continued
smoothly. "And, Gina, nothing will make the boys want you even more
than sending then away."

    Now a second heat was kindled on her body, this time between her
thighs. She thought about the times she turned boys down for dates
since that first one had scared her. She thought that after the first
two or three she turned down, the rest would take the hint. But they
had indeed come back to her, asking her over and over again, refusing
to be deterred.

    But why did they desire her so much? And why was she so frightened
of what the consequences might be, when so many of her peers had
already had sex at least once?

    "Has your mother not encouraged you to date, Gina?" Victor asked.

    "Well, no, she hasn't," Gina replied.

    "Not a single mention at all?"

    "None at all."

    Victor turned his head, casting a stony look towards the kitchen
door. "I believe I will ask your mother about that," he said.

    The darker tone in his voice made Gina shiver. "Sir, I don't
understand. What exactly is your relationship with my mother?"

    Victor then gave her a smile that spoke of immense satisfaction,
and into his cool eyes flickered a glimmer of lasciviousness that made
her hold her breath for a moment. "You might say, Gina, that your
mother and I were lovers at one point."

    Gina felt her skin flush. The pressure in her sex grew intolerable.
She was forced to part her legs slightly. Victor's eyes were drawn to
the movement immediately, shark-like, a flash of anticipation like
lightning across his face, one moment there and the next moment gone.

    "I hope that does not disturb you," Victor said silkily.

    Gina simply shook her head. She was panting lightly. Her panties
were damp under her jeans, and two small knobs of aroused flesh swelled
against her sweater.

    Victor's eyes swept over her, and he appeared immensely pleased
with what he saw. "Now, Gina, I believe I have a few things to discuss
with your mother," he said. "In private. I would appreciate you closing
the door to your room."

    It was not a request. From the tone of his voice, it was most
definitely an order.

    Gina quickly rose from the sofa and grabbed her books from the
table. She gave the man one last look, his eyes locking with hers. She
swallowed again and ran up the stairs.



    Gina stood over the sink in her small half-bath, her face dripping
with the cold water she had just splashed upon it, her breathing still
labored as she fought to push the sexual feelings from her body. She
did not understand what was happening. Who exactly was this man? Why
did he have this effect on her?

    The fact that she had been oversexed even before this man had
arrived was one thing, and she could just assume that it was simply an
overdose of otherwise normal teenage hormones giving her a heightened
interest in sex. The fact that it was more intense than most girls her
age could be simply the result of her sheltered life combined with the
effects of those stories she was reading. Surely one or the other would
wane soon.

    But Victor disturbed her. He frightened her. Yet he was able to
trigger the same erotic response in her.

    Gina splashed more cold water on her face until she shivered. When
her breathing had returned to normal, she quickly changed into a fresh
pair of panties and threw herself onto the bed, intending to stay in
her room until Victor retired for the evening before she dared venture
out to procure some dinner for herself.

    Roberta rarely cooked for the two of them anymore. Her job at the
Li'l Missy Inn sometimes had odd hours, so Gina quickly learned how to
cook for herself. During the week, meals were generally quick and
convenient. Which was why Gina was surprised later that evening to
catch the savory aromas of her mother's Italian cooking wafting up to
her, something that happened only on a weekend.

    And it was with dread that she later heard her mother call her down
for dinner.

    Gina left her room and descended the stairs, peering over the
railing into the dining room, pausing about halfway down when her eyes
fell on Victor. He was already seated at the table, leaning back in his
chair most leisurely, as if in a restaurant rather than someone's home.

    Victor looked up at her. "Hello, again," he said with a pleasant
smile, his eyes regarding her curiously, as if observing her.

    Gina watched for a few seconds as her mother dashed between the
dining room table and the kitchen, delivering dishes to the table of
what was appearing to be a full course meal that rivaled anything she
did even on the weekends outside the holidays.

    Roberta was still wearing only her robe.

    As she continued down the stairs, she saw that Victor had taken a
position at one end of the table, and her and her mother's places were
to either side. "Please, sit," Victor said, gesturing to one of the
chairs. "And grace us with your presence."

    Just as Gina placed her hand on the back of the seat, her mother
burst back out of the kitchen, quickly setting down the main course in
the center of the table. Roberta turned to Gina and smiled weakly.
"Hope you're hungry tonight, dear, I've made ..."

    "Mom, why did you do all this?" Gina demanded softly. "Even on the
weekends, you ..."

    "Your mother knows her duty, Gina," Victor said mildly.

    She stared at him. "Her /duty?/"

    "To our guest, Gina," Roberta answered quickly. "After all, I
haven't seen him for quite awhile, so I ... I thought I would do
something nice. Now, please, be a dear and sit down so we may start
before anything gets cold."

    Gina nodded slowly and warily took her seat. She had to admit that
the smell of the food was making her hungry. She saw her mother dash
around the other side of the table and quickly take her own seat, and
began serving herself. Gina began to help herself as well, silence
reigning for the next few moments, until Gina happened to glance over
to Victor and saw that his plate was still empty, his hand folded, an
expectant look on his face as he fixed his steel-like gaze on Roberta.

    Roberta was just about to take her first bite of dinner when she
noticed his gaze. She froze, her eyes widening, her fork clattering
down to her plate. "Oh, I forgot!" she cried, flustered, reaching for
the plate with the main course. "Here, let me ..."

    Victor gently raised a hand. Roberta fell silent. "No need," he
said simply, and reached for the plate himself. He never raised his
voice, but it was clear from the dark tone and the icy look in his eyes
that he was most displeased with something.

    Gina was not quite sure what had just happened, at least on a
conscious level. But in the back of her mind, she had the uneasy
feeling that her mother had just done something very, very wrong.

    Gina tried to keep to herself as she ate silently, hoping the
nervous twitch in her stomach would not cause her appetite to flag. Yet
not far into the meal, Victor spoke. "So, Gina, I had a rather
interesting conversation with your mother earlier."

    Gina looked up. Roberta appeared to be concentrating on her food,
though her eyes briefly flickered up, a somber look to them. "So what
did you talk about?" Gina asked.

    "What we discussed before," Victor said with a small smile. "About
your teasing of those poor boys at your school."

    Gina gave him an indignant look. "But I was not teasing them," she
declared. "I just ... just didn't want to go out with them."

    Victor uttered a very small but clearly displeased sigh. "Now, now,
Gina. Be polite."

    She blinked in confusion. "I'm sorry?"

    "Here you have spoken to me several times, and you have not
addressed me properly."

    It took another moment before Gina understood, and when she did,
much of the indignation drained from her face. "Oh, um ... I meant, I
just didn't want to go out with them, /sir./"

    Victor's pleasant smile returned. "That is hard to believe," he
said gently.

    Gina said nothing in reply, guilt weighing down on her for lying to
him. Ultimately, she did want to go out with them, but for all the
wrong reasons.

    Victor turned his head. "Roberta," he said simply.

    As if having received a cue, Gina's mother lifted her head. She
gave Victor a sidelong glance, before speaking softly, "Perhaps you
should think about it, dear."

    "What??" Gina gasped in surprise.

    "About dating. It ... " Another  glance at Victor before smiling
weakly at Gina. "It's only natural for a young girl like yourself to
date."

    "I know, but ..."

    "Your mother tells me there's a dance coming up at your school,"
Victor said. One corner of his mouth turned upwards slightly as he
added, "on Halloween night."

    Gina felt flushed again. "What of it, sir?" she asked, trying to
sound casual despite the nervous quaver in her voice.

    "Surely someone would like to take you to it?"

    Gina stuffed a piece of food in her mouth and chewed it slowly so
she would not have to answer for a few moments. She did not want to
tell him about Jes. She did not even want to think about it. But she
could not bring herself to outright lie to him again. The thought was
unbearable to her. She wished she knew why.

    "Yes," she said finally. "I suppose someone would."

    "And have you been asked?"

    Gina paused. "Yes."

    A look of alarm briefly flashed across her mother's face. It
disappeared quickly, and her mother instead said in a somewhat
reluctant voice, "That's ... that's very nice, dear."

    "I haven't told him I would go, Mom," Gina said.

    "You refused him?" Victor asked.

    "I tried to."

    "Tried?"

    Gina felt like her own words were being used against her. Her
mother looked at her anxiously, as if hanging on what her answer was
going to be. "Well ... I told him no at first, and ... and he wanted me
to think about it."

    Roberta appeared to sigh and dropped her gaze back down to her
plate.

    "Most splendid," Victor said. "Since you've had this little talk
with your mother, now, Gina, you can feel confident of telling him
yes."

    Gina looked at him for a moment, then managed an act of raw
defiance by ignoring him and looking right at her mother. "Mom, do you
really want me to go out with him?"

    Roberta looked up. Her eyes slid over to Victor.

    "Mom, I'm asking you, not him," Gina said brusquely. "Do /you/ want
me to go out with him?"

    Roberta swallowed. "Um ... yes, dear, I do," she replied evenly,
lips curling slowly into a smile.

    "He said he might want to leave the party early with me," Gina
continued, her voice growing a touch husky at the thought. "Is /that/
okay, too?"

    Her mother's smile faltered. "Yes ... yes, Gina ... that's quite
all right."

    Gina did not believe her mother one second. Desperately she started
to say, "But, Mom, if he gets me alone, I think he might ..."

    "You really should not question your mother's wisdom, Gina," Victor
admonished. "I am sure she is well aware of what may happen. And surely
you are as well."

    Gina looked at him, eyes agape. "What??"

    "Come now, Gina. Have you not given over your thoughts to it? Have
you not contemplated what this boy may desire of you?"

    "Y-yes, I have," Gina said in a strained voice, warm wetness again
oozing from between her legs. "That's why I don't ..."

    "And can you tell me that this does not excite  you in the least?"

    Gina was speechless. She put down her fork. Her hand was shaking.
Her pussy felt hot and steamy inside the confines of her now again damp
panties. /What is the matter with me?!/ she demanded desperately in her
own mind.

    She looked over to her mother for help, but Roberta had already
dropped her eyes back to her plate, as if her role to play in this
tableau was over. Gina felt abandoned and helpless. She looked down at
her plate and discovered that the rest of her appetite had vanished.

    "So I would think, Gina, that there is little reason not to tell
this boy a resounding yes," Victor concluded.

    Gina glared at him. The look on his face was one of smug
satisfaction, as if he somehow knew how this was affected her at the
moment. "It's a costume dance," Gina said, taking a last chance at
escaping this. "It's probably too late to find a decent one before
Halloween."

    "Allow me to take care of that detail for you, Gina," Victor said.
"I am sure I can find one for you."

    Gina sighed and pushed herself away from the table. "I ... I need
to be excused."

    "Certainly, dear," her mother said immediately.

    Victor cast another most displeased look at Gina's mother.

    Before anyone could change their mind, Gina leapt from the table
and bounded up	the stairs.

    "And do not worry, Gina," she heard Victor call out after her. "I
shall endeavor to find one that will be most suitable for the
occasion."



    Gina stayed holed up in her room the rest of the evening, her door
closed. After the rattling of the dishes downstairs while her mother
cleaned up (she assumed Victor did nothing to help), the house lapsed
into silence. Sometimes she thought she heard muffled conversation from
the living room, but she was doing her best not to hear anything.
Finally, she heard them climb the stairs and settle in for the night,
her mother in her bedroom and Victor in the guest room. Only when the
house went dark and nothing stirred for some time did Gina feel safe to
change into her nightgown and crawl under the covers. Even then, she
wished she had a lock on her door.

    Sometime after midnight, Gina came awake suddenly.

    At first she was sure someone had come into her room, and with a
frightened gasp she groped for the lamp switch, but the light revealed
her room to be empty. She heaved a sigh, her heart still beating fast.

    She settled back down and was about to reach over to flick the
switch on the lamp again when she heard something.

    Gina's hand froze just inches above the lamp switch and she
remained still. A few seconds later, she heard it again. It was faint,
but it was real, not just her sleep-addled imagination. She sat up in
bed, and soon heard it yet again, a sort of smacking sound.

    Gina got up out of bed, brushing her nightgown down and tugging at
it until it more fully covered her hips and her panties. She cautiously
tip-toed over to the door and placed her ear against the edge of the
door near the frame. She heard it again, a little louder now. Her heart
pounding, she grasped the doorknob and slowly turned it, opening the
door a crack.

    /Smack!/

    Now it came to her much more clearly, and this time it was followed
by something that made her shiver: a very low, soft moan.

    Fear gripped her, her hand tightening around the doorknob. She
swallowed, knowing she should not investigate this. Yet her curiosity,
as morbid as it was, compelled her.

    /Smack!/

    Gina opened the door just enough to let her slip out into the
hallway. It had sounded like it had come from further down the hall
towards the back of the house, where her mother's bedroom lay. In that
direction, the hall should have been shrouded in total darkness. Yet
the hall right outside the bedroom door was illuminated with a dim,
flickering light. Her heart beating so hard that it pounded in her
ears, she slowly started towards the light.

    /SMACK!/ "Uhh...!"

    Gina gasped as the sound came louder to her now, the moan that
followed more pronounced. It was clear the bedroom door was wide open
ahead of her. Panic rose inside her. That moan was her mother's voice,
she was sure of it now. But what was that other noise? What was
happening to her?

    /SMACK!/ "Uhhn ..."

    The moan was softer this time, even though the sound that preceded
it was anything but, as if her mother were purposely suppressing her
reaction. Gina crept closer to the ethereal light playing against the
cool wood floor of the hallway. As she looked against the wall opposite
the door, a strange shadow played against it, a wavering silhouette of
someone standing upright. She took another step, then stopped as the
shadow moved, an arm lifting, stretching out, then abruptly swinging
back down.

    /SMACK!!/ "Mrrg ...!"

    Gina's mouth dropped open, and she trembled, standing not three
feet from the frame of the open bedroom door. She came to the sickening
realization of what was happening to her mother. She might very well
have rounded the corner and burst into the room right then and there,
if it had not been for the sound of Victor's voice.

    "Now, Roberta," he said, his voice even, soft but deadly serious, a
tone that was bordering dangerously on impatience despite its reserved
cadence. "There appear to be a great many things you have forgotten
over the years."

    /SMACK!!/ "Erk!"

    "I was not at all pleased with you today, Roberta," Victor
continued. "I knew you might slip, but I did not believe you would slip
this far."

    /SMACK!!/ "Ahh!"

    Gina's heart leapt into her throat at that cry, more strident and
desperate than the last. /Oh dear God/, she thought. Yet as much as her
mind reeled at what she was hearing, she crept a step closer, edging
towards the wall, her skin feeling flushed despite the chill in the
air.

    "Now, we will take it from the top," Victor said. "Number one: You
will be silent unless I wish you to speak."

    /SMACK!!/

    Gina thought she heard a very brief, soft whimper, but otherwise
her mother made not a sound.

    "Number two: You will do as I say."

    /SMACK!!/

    "Number three: You will know my desires and satisfy them."

    /SMACK!!/

    "Really, Roberta, you were never this recalcitrant before. You've
been such a good little girl for us."

    Gina had to bite her lip to stop from uttering a gasp. /A good
little girl./ She had heard that before. It was terrifyingly familiar.

    "Do not let your feelings get in the way of that," Victor said.
"Those rules are absolutes. You obey them in everything. Not just here.
Do you understand this?"

    Roberta uttered a deep, low moan.

    "I asked you a question, Roberta."

    /SMACK!!!/ "Ohh!!"

    "Do you understand these rules?"

    "Y-y-yes!" Roberta cried breathlessly. "Yes, I-I understand! I ..."

    /SMACK!!!/ "Arghh!!"

    "Yes, /what?/"

    "/Yes, master!/" Roberta cried.

    There was a pause, and then the sound of something softly striking
the mattress. Gina's mother uttered a long, relieved moan. There was a
pause, and then the sound of a lighter slap, making Roberta utter a
high-pitched grunt.

    "This will be the last time you will be warned, Roberta," Victor
said. "And now that I have tended to your correction, you shall please
me."

    Gina swallowed, her heart in her mouth, her eyes wide as saucers.
For a few moments she heard nothing. Then there was a very soft, wet
sound, and an urgent groan from her mother. The groan quickly gave way
to a low panting, as needful as it was frightened. The former overcame
the latter, Roberta's breathing growing ragged and husky, punctuated by
grunting "uh!" sounds in time to a gentler but more rapid, rhythmic
slapping sound.

    In the back of her mind, Gina already knew what was happening in
that room now. All her reasoning told her to back away now and return
to the relative safety of her room. Instead, she crept still forward,
turning towards the door, wanting to see for herself, her own breathing
nearly as ragged as her mother's. As she started to lean to the side,
the light played over her nightgown, highlighting the raised nubs
caused by her erect nipples under the translucent fabric.  

    Gina raised her hand to her mouth, and as her eyes slid past the
frame and revealed the scene before her, she had to bite down on her
knuckle to prevent herself from crying out.

    The light in the room was subdued, only two thick, flickering black
candles providing light. It illuminated the scene in ghostly reds and
oranges, giving a ruddy complexion to everything in the room and an air
of secret ceremony.

    Her mother was naked, splayed on the bed with her rear raised up
and her face turned to one side against a pillow. Her thighs were
spread far apart, each ankle tied with thick rope to the bedposts at
the foot of the bed, exposing her pussy from behind. Her wrists were
similarly stretched to either side and tied to the headboard. A leather
collar had been fastened around her neck, a short chain running from it
and disappearing somewhere between the mattress and the headboard,
forcing her to keep her face plastered to the pillow.

    Kneeling behind her was Victor. He, too, was naked, shadow and
light playing along sculpted, firm muscle. His hands held Roberta's
hips tightly between them, fingers pressing into flesh. His long, erect
penis was sliding in and out of her helpless cunt, glistening with her
moisture. Even in the crimson light, Roberta's ass cheeks glowed from
their punishment, the simple wooden paddle that had done the deed
laying nearby on the mattress.

    Gina's mind reeled at the scene. Her mother had been soundly
paddled, yet it was obvious she was extremely aroused, Victor's cock
making a faint wet sound each time it slid into her, and her moans were
rising in volume. Even as Victor's body slapped against hers, inflaming
the tender flesh with each strike, Roberta panted harder.

    And as much as she tried, she could not deny the affect it was
having on herself.

    As she stared raptly at the scene, her hand crept down to her
nether regions. She pulled her nightgown up, the panties stained dark.
Her fingers slipped under them, making slick, moist sounds like her
mother as the fingers touched the aroused flesh.

    Finally, Gina had to turn away, her senses overwhelmed. She turned
and stood with her back to the wall, panting as heavily as her mother,
her hand still stroking herself. She had to get  herself away from
this! Frantically, she rushed back to her room, throwing all remaining
caution to the wind, quickly closing her door behind her and jumping
into bed.

    Yet even then she could not escape it. Her mother's moans rose as
she reached a crescendo of pleasure, becoming cries. Every now and then
Victor also uttered a groan, punctuated now and then with a slapping
noise, which Gina assumed was just his hand on her mother's tender ass.

    Gina did not remember when, but sometime after the sounds began to
come to her through the wall, she had resumed masturbating. She could
not stop herself. She was far too aroused, so much so that it ached. As
her mother's cries grew more strident in the next room, Gina's fingers
moved faster, her breath growing short as she rose, her legs spreading.
She drew her feet up, allowing her to part her thighs even further, her
fingers sliding into her vagina. With her free hand she yanked her
nightgown all the way up and groped at one of her breasts, moaning
deeply as she rubbed the nipple.

    Finally, as her mother's cries pierced the air, Gina uttered her
own, hips rising, her head tossed back as she began throbbing in
orgasm. She panted hard she pressed her fingers against her slot,
letting her climax overcome her. She rubbed at her clitoris until it
was too much for her. She relented slowly, easing herself down, letting
the last of her orgasm play out, until she lay limp on the bed.

    It was a few moments before her own ragged breath had calmed to the
point where she could hear anything else outside her room. The sounds
from her mother's bedroom had abated, falling to barely audible
murmurs, and then nothing. She lay there, fear returning to her now
that her immediate sexual need was satisfied. Finally, she heard
someone close a door, and then footfalls approached her room, and then
stop right outside her door.

    Gina held her breath, too scared to move.

    After a few moments, the steps moved on, and she heard another door
softly close at the other end of the hall.

    Gina let her breath go. Shaking, not bothering to change her soaked
panties again, she simply pulled the covers up over herself and tried
to go back to sleep.



    When Gina awoke the next morning, she first thought the events of
the night before had simply been a dream. It had been far too surreal
to have been anything else. Yet her panties were rumpled when she got
of bed, and when she slipped them off before stepping into the shower,
she gave them a sniff, and at once knew it had been no dream.

    She took her shower quickly, despite wanting to linger, as if
needing to wash some sort of taint from her body for witnessing what
she had. Gina vacillated between shock that her mother would willingly
engage in such a thing with anyone, and shame at herself for judging
her mother's sexual habits. After all, Roberta was a

    (good little girl)

    full grown adult, and capable of making her own decisions and
deciding how she wanted to conduct her sex life. It was simply that
Gina never even suspected that her mother had a sex life, or even
wanted one.

    By the time she was ready for school, her mother was still nowhere
to be seen. She crept down the hall towards her mother's bedroom, and
at once heard soft snoring from behind the now-closed door. Gina paused
a moment, and then decided to peek inside, bracing herself at what she
might see this time.

    Her mother was still quite nude, though apparently sleeping
peacefully. However, Gina flinched when she saw that her mother was
sleeping on her stomach, her ass still quite reddened from the spanking
she had received at Victor's hands. Despite this, it appeared that she
was sleeping peacefully.

    Gina closed the door quietly.

    "Don't disturb your mother, now, Gina."

    Gina flinched and stumbled back from the door. Victor smiled
pleasantly at her. She had not even heard him walk up to her.

    His eyes regarded her with mild curiosity. Gina's heart hammered in
her chest. How much did he think she just saw? Does he know she had
seen everything that happened? Would it matter to him?

    "You mother had ... a bit of a trying night," Victor said silkily,
his smile becoming sly. "She needs her rest. Best you run along to
school."

    Gina just nodded wordlessly, grateful for the escape. She quickly
edged past him and started bounding down the stairs.

    "Oh, and Gina!" he called out to her from atop the landing.

    Gina froze at the bottom and slowly turned around.

    "Your mother will be fixing another of her fabulous meals tonight,"
Victor said. "It would behoove you to be home on time."

    "Yes, all right," Gina said, and headed for the door.

    "Yes, /what/, Gina?"

    "Yes ... sir."

    Gina fled the house, her cheeks coloring at what she almost said
instead.



    Gina brooded over everything through the whole bus ride on the way
to school.

    At first she was willing to believe that her mother had submitted
willingly to him, and that she simply had a kinky side to her about
which Gina never knew. But the more she got to know Victor, the more
she wondered if he had done something to her. And what was all that
talk about having forgotten stuff over the years? About her slipping?
Did he do this to her before? What did it all mean?

    She could not shake the feeling that her mother was in trouble.

    It was not until the other students started disembarking that she
even realized they had made it into the parking lot at the school. She
sighed deeply as she gathered her things, and hoped she could get her
mind on her schoolwork that day.

    Unfortunately, she had barely collected he wits about her after her
first class when she came to her locker to find Jes already standing
there, leaning against it, a knowing grin on his face. He dropped her a
wink as she approached.

    Gina had hoped to let this wait until later, or perhaps be lucky
enough to discover that he decided to ask someone else after all. She
still hoped that he was about to tell her that, but when she stepped up
to him, he dashed that hope when he said, "So, Gina, you've had a
chance to sleep on it. Whaddaya say?"

    Gina wanted to tell him no. She wanted to make the right decision.
She was sure that going on this date was Victor's idea despite having
heard it from her mother. Who was he to tell her what to do, or her
mother how to raise her? But there was the chance that her mother was
not willing the night before, that Victor was really punishing Roberta.
If that was the case, and if Gina disobeyed him, would he take it out
on her mother?

    "I've decided ... I'll go to the dance with you," Gina said in a
slightly quavering voice.

    Jes' face broke out into a wide grin. "Cool deal, Gina," he said.
"That's awesome. Hey, and guess what? I scored my Dad's car for that
night, too."

    Gina looked at him in surprise. "You have a driver's license?" she
asked.

    "Nah, just a permit, but he's cool with that, so long as I don't
speed or nothing like that."

    Gina's heart sank. She had hoped that if a parent was going to be
driving them around, there might not be any way for him to leave the
party early. Worse, even if they stayed until the end of the dance, she
was completely reliant on him to get her home.

    "So what are you going to be going as?" Jes asked.

    "I don't know yet."

    Jes looked askance at her. "Don't know yet? Huh, that better be a
joke, Gina. There's not a costume shop in town now that has anything
this close to Halloween. It's Friday and Halloween is Monday."

    Gina was surprised to learn it was Friday already. She had lost
total track of time that week, as much of a haze as she had been in
from the story series she had been reading and now Victor's arrival.
"I, uh ... " Gina said, struggling for something to say. "I-I meant,
yes, I have who I'm going to be but ... I want it to be a surprise."

    Jes chuckled. "Hey, that's cool. Me, I got a sweet deal on a pirate
costume. And a good one, too, not one of those cheap jobs."

    Gina just nodded absently and tried to smile.

    "Okay, well, I'll swing by your place around six-thirty Monday
night." He stood and left her locker. "See ya around til then."

    Gina watched him go and sighed to herself, wondering what she had
just got herself into.



    Gina was glad to make it to her final class of the day, though it
was going to be toughest in which to remain alert, for by this time she
was quite haggard and flustered, and wanted nothing more than to leave
this place. News of her date with Jes had spread quickly, and Gina had
been subjected to the scornful stares, comments, and occasional nasty
notes in her locker from the more popular girls at school. So she
struggled to keep her mind on the class, and it was very clear she was
struggling to anyone that saw her, especially her teacher Terri.

    So when Gina zoned out again and came too with Terri standing
before her, she knew just from the look on her teacher's face what the
next words were going to be out of her mouth:

    "Gina, please see me after class."

    Gina wished it had been any other teacher but Terri Hollis. She
glanced anxiously at the clock as it ticked down to the end of class.
As the rest of the students trooped out of the room, Gina reluctantly
walked up to the desk. Terri regarded her with a gently reproachful
look, making Gina shrink.

    "Yes, Miss Hollis?" Gina said nervously.

    "I've been a little concerned about you, Gina," she began, leaning
back in her chair. She gave her head a toss to get her long hair out of
her cool blue eyes. "You've been drifting off in my class for the past
week now."

    Gina blinked in surprise. For the whole week? She knew she
sometimes got distracted when she anticipated a new story posting
online, but she hadn't thought it ...

    "Is there anything you need to tell me, Gina?" Terri asked. "I
wouldn't normally ask, but you're my best student, and I want it to
stay that way."

    "I am?" Gina said.

    Terri allowed herself a small smile. "Let's just say that I'm
rather fond of you. You're a rather vibrant girl, when you're paying
attention, that is. And you do what you're told, which is a lot more
than I can say for the other students in the class."

    Gina actually smiled, the first time she felt like doing it for
awhile.

    "At first I thought your zone-outs were caused from just
anticipation the school dance," Terri said. With clear disdain in her
voice she added, "The way some girls in this school become mindless
zombies when one of those is approaching is phenomenal. I didn't think
you were one of them."

    "I'm not," Gina protested. "Definitely not."

    "Even after scoring Jessie Glade as a date?"

    Gina's eyes widened. "How did ...?" she started, but quickly
trailed off, realizing that she probably heard the same gossip everyone
else did.

    Terri gave her a humorless smirk. "Word gets around," she said
simply. "All right, so it's not him. You were never boy-crazy like the
others anyway, which is another thing I rather like about you."

    Gina took a deep breath and let it go. No, she was indeed quite
"boy-crazy" sometimes, just not in the way she was likely thinking.

    "So is there something else wrong?"

    Gina looked at her teacher. Terri appeared to be showing genuine
concern for her. She wondered how much she could trust her with what
was really going on at her house. She wondered how much she could tell
her to give her a hint that perhaps something should be done. Maybe
this was not something she should be worrying about in the first place.
Maybe she should push it off on another adult, and let all the adults
work it out.

    She swallowed. "Well ... um ..." Gina said in a faltering voice.

    Terri leaned forward, looking attentive.

    Gina sighed. She looked over towards the door, as if expecting to
suddenly see that Victor had followed her to school.

    "Here," Terri said, picking up the hint. She got up and closed the
classroom door. "Now, we have some privacy."

    Gina took another deep breath before speaking, her heart racing.
"It's my mother," she said softly. "She ... she has someone staying
with us. A man. I think ... I think he's like an old boyfriend of hers
or something."

    "Hmm. Has he made any sort of sexual advances towards you, Gina?"

    Gina was not sure what shocked her more, the frankness of her
question or the casual way in which it was spoken. "No, Miss Hollis!"
she said quickly, which was the absolute truth.

    "Has he said anything about it? That he wants to?"

    Gina adamantly shook her head. That was also the truth. She might
have feared that he would do something, but he gave her no overt sign
he wanted to do such a thing. "But ... but I'm not sure about my
mother."

    "I'm not sure I understand you, Gina," Terri said mildly.

    Gina flushed. She could not bring herself to describe even one iota
of what she had witnessed, or even mention that she had witnessed it.
"I'm worried he ... he might be hurting my Mom, that's all."

    Gina realized it had fallen flat even before it came out of her
mouth. Now Terri scrutinized her with a more dubious look. There was so
much that Gina could not tell her! Gina could not tell her about the
online stories, or her sudden intense sexual feelings, or what she
feared she might do with Jes.

    Wait ... or could she?

    "Miss Hollis, I'm also afraid that I might be getting too much with
this date with Jes," Gina said in a rush.

    Terri tilted her head to one side. "Come again, Gina?"

    "I ... I think ... h-he might try something."

    Terri chuckled softly and gave Gina a patronizing smile. "Well,
Gina, that's the worry of most girls these days when they go out on
dates."

    "But ... but this man at our house ... I think he's trying to get
me to ... to do something with him."

    Gina looked helplessly at her teacher. She realized how stupid this
probably sounded to the woman.

    "Perhaps you misinterpreted him?" Terri suggested gently.

    Gina swallowed and tried one last time, her cheeks blushing, her
nether regions tingling anew. "Miss Hollis, I-I think he ... my Mom's
old boyfriend ... wants me to have sex with Jes!"

    "And do you want to?"

    Gina gaped helplessly. "What?"

    "It was a pretty straightforward question, Gina," Terri said,
smiling slightly as she leaned forward. There was a look of amusement
in her eyes. "Do you want to have sex with him?"

    Gina blushed scarlet. Heat and moisture teased her between her
legs. In a very small and barely audible voice she answered honestly.
"Yes."

    "Then if you want to do it, Gina," Terri said. "What does it matter
what this man thinks? Or what anyone thinks?"

    "But ... Miss Hollis, should I want to in the first place? No,
wait, that didn't come out right ... I mean, would it be healthy for me
to consider doing this now?"

    "Well, Gina, that really depends on what you think, doesn't it?'

    "I don't know!" Gina cried, exasperated. "I don't think it should
be left up to me!"

    "And why not? Wouldn't you know better than anyone else whether you
want to do it or not?"

    Gina's head was spinning. "So you're telling me to ..."

    "Me? I'm not telling you to do anything," Terri said pointedly.
"Not one way or the other. I'm putting it back to you. Do you want to
do it? And you already answered that."

    Gina was speechless. This was not going the way she had hoped.

    "Gina, all I can tell you is that any sex would have to take place
outside school grounds," Terri said casually. "I will be chaperoning
the dance, and I won't allow any of that. You'd have to wait until
afterward."

    Gina swallowed. "All right, Miss Hollis," she said, her voice
husky.

    "Now, was there anything else?"

    Gina shook her head.

    "Then you may go. And have a nice weekend."

    Gina sincerely doubted that she would.



    Gina stopped at the top of the hill overlooking her house and
stared.

    The place she had thought always held security and safety for her
now was everything but. She could not look at the house and not think
about what she had seen in her mother's bedroom. She strongly suspected
that her mother was going to be taking another "sick day", especially
if she were going to be preparing a whole meal for him again.

    Gina looked over towards the dirt road that branched off to the
east from the edge of the blacktop. A weathered gate had been lowered
over the front of the road some time ago with the sign "Road Closed to
Vehicular Traffic" on it. A tiny sign, canted at an odd angle,
identified the road as "Shady Lane". The road was largely unmaintained,
weeds having sprung up all over it, pits and holes having never been
filled in. It was suitable only for walking.

    She remembered her mother telling her that it was okay not to be
home right away. Had she already anticipated Victor's arrival? Had that
been her way of protecting her?

    She decided it was. She ambled quickly down the hill and rushed off
the road and around the gate as soon as she was able, all the while her
eyes glancing at her house, half expecting Victor to emerge and demand
that she come inside. For a moment she imagined she had seen movement
near the driveway and broke into a run, her feet kicking up dirt and
leaves behind her, her ponytail flying. She ran and ran until she
grasped at a painful stitch in her side, forcing her to stop for a few
moments.

    Gina looked around her. Already she started to feel calm. All that
surrounded her now were trees in full fall color. She could not see
another house around her.

    It was unlikely she ever would. The further east she walked, the
further towards a largely undeveloped part of town she approached. This
now unused path connected up with Old Fairview Drive, a graded road
that ran along what used to be the eastern edge of town, before a huge
wildfire burned everything out back in the early 1900's. The few places
that remained -- such as a church and an old cemetery -- stayed until
about the 1970s when they were both abandoned, and the two-lane
blacktop that became simply Fairview Drive was put in further west.

    Gina walked slowly, admiring the bright golds and the subdued reds
of the trees surrounding her, enjoying the soft crunching noises that
her footfalls made. Ahead of her, the road opened up, meeting the edge
of Old Fairview Drive. She started drifting to the right, as she always
did, and soon she was walking along the edge of the old cemetery.

    Since it had been abandoned, the place had fallen into great
disrepair. Headstones were missing, cracked, or fallen over. Weeds and
underbrush covered entire graves. Several times the town had talked
about moving the graves to another cemetery, but it never came to
fruition, and where this was the resting place of most of the poorer
people of Haven, it never got much more notice that that. Even after
the cemetery closed to new additions in the 1970s, it was obvious that
this did not stop some people from placing their departed here anyway,
when there was no money to place them anywhere else. These fresher
graves were obvious, often crudely done, little more than irregular
mounds with a simple wooden cross planted at the site.

    Gina liked to come here for the simple reason that no one else
wanted to come here. The only exception was Halloween. Some students
thought it a lark to come here to make out, or to lie in wait and scare
those coming to make out. And each year this happened, the cemetery
simply fell into yet more disrepair.

    So it was with great surprise on her part that, as she came around
an old stone pillar that was the only remaining piece of the wall that
originally surrounded this place, that she saw the cemetery already had
a visitor.

    Upon the very same boulder that Gina preferred to sit, just off the
edge of the road and far enough from the culvert not to get one's feet
wet if it rained, sat a teenage girl.

    What struck Gina about the girl was her oddly provocative attire.
Despite the fact that the girl could not have been much older than
Gina, her young body was clad in a rather tight-fitting french-maid
style outfit, though one tailored more for titillation than any sort of
cleaning service. The bottom hem flared high over her ass, leaving much
of it exposed, and her sex was covered by a very skimpy triangle of
lacy black. The neckline plunged deeply, revealing cleavage pushed up
by a bra a size too small for her. Black stockings covered her shapely
legs, complete with  frilly garters. Oddly, there were no shoes on her
feet.

    Before Gina could say a word, the girl looked up, eyes of pretty
brown gazing pleasantly at Gina from under wavy bangs of
chestnut-colored hair. She smiled. "Hello."

    "Uh ... h-hello," Gina said uncertainly.

    The girl slid to one side of the boulder, leaving room for Gina.

    Nonplussed, Gina paused a moment before stepping warily over to the
girl, hesitating one more time before sitting down. "Um ... sorry, I,
uh, wasn't expecting to see anyone here," Gina said, unable to think of
anything else.

    "It's quiet here, isn't it?" the girl asked. "At least for now."

    "Yes, it ... er ... for now?"

    "Halloween is coming up, you know. It gets busy here that night."

    "Oh, um, yes," Gina said uneasily.

    "All the guys from school and their stupid pranks," the girl said
with disdain, rolling her eyes.

    "Oh! Yes, that's right," Gina said. "I don't come here on Halloween
myself because of that."

    Silence descended on them. The air felt unnaturally still. Gina's
gaze kept being drawn to the girl's odd attire.

    The girl noticed Gina's attention and stood up, presenting herself
with a grin, lifting her arms and turning around once. "Like it?" she
asked. "This is my costume."

    "Oh! Um ... yes, it's very nice," Gina said absently. She paused.
"But ... isn't it ...?"

    The girl lowered her arms. "Isn't it what?" she asked, a slightly
indignant tone to her voice.

    Gina quickly backpedaled. "Never mind."

    "No, you were going to say something," the girl accused. "Say it.
Isn't it what?"

    "Well ... isn't it a little revealing?"

    The girl giggled. "My boyfriend would certainly think so."

    "Ah. Yes."

    The girl sat back down next to Gina. "I think ... I think he wants
to take me here after the dance," the girl said, softening her voice
into conspiratorial tones. "He wants to ... well, you know."

    Gina blushed and just nodded. "Yes, I do, actually," she said
somberly.

    The girl smirked. "Though he better not press his luck too much, if
you know what I mean."

    It took a few more seconds for what the girl said to click, and
when it did, she looked at the girl in mild surprise. "You said you're
going to a dance?"

    "Of course I said a dance. What else would I be going to?"

    "The dance at Haven High?"

    "Is there any other?"

    "I go to Haven High as well, and I don't remember seeing you
there."

    "Well, I don't remember seeing you either, so we're even, I guess."

    Gina thought this rather odd. She was sure she would remember
having seen her. "May I ask what your name is?"

    "Stephanie," the girl piped at once. "Stephanie Fowler."

    "Gina Caligano."

    Stephanie paused, then shook her head. "Nope, never heard of you."

    "Same here, I guess."

    Silence descended upon the two of them. Then Stephanie giggled
suddenly. Gina looked at her inquisitively. "Can you keep a secret,
Gina?" Stephanie whispered.

    Gina nodded wordlessly.

    "I don't think I'm supposed to be wearing this yet," she said with
a wry smirk. "I think this was supposed to be a present to me."

    "A present? From your boyfriend?"

    "No, silly. Now why would he give me something like this? His
parents would kill him if he did."

    "Oh, sorry," Gina said.

    "I got this from ..." She stopped.

    Gina looked at her. "Yes?"

    "I can't tell you."

    "Oh."

    "But I found it in his closet. And it fit me perfectly when I tried
it on. He doesn't know I have it on right now. I should probably put it
back before he gets home."

    Gina paused and gave Stephanie a concerned look.

    "What?" Stephanie demanded.

    "Nothing."

    "No, it's not. Say it."

    Gina sighed. "I just thought ... is it okay to ... well, take
things like that from strange men's closets?"

    Stephanie looked at her crossly. "But he was going to give it to me
anyway! And ... you don't like that idea either, do you?" she said
accusingly.

    "Well, how old is he?"

    Stephanie folded her arms indignantly. "Does it matter? He's a nice
guy and he really likes me, and wants to see me happy."

    Gina wanted to extricate herself from this. "I'm sorry," she said.
"Please, forget I said anything. I shouldn't be judging anything."

    She sighed to herself. /Not when I have my own strange men in my
life to deal with/, she thought ruefully.

    Stephanie appeared to consider this. "Well ..."

    "Really, I hope you have a good time at the dance with that ...
that costume."

    Gina suddenly shuddered as she thought about her own costume. The
one that someone else was going to pick out for her.

    "Listen, I have to go," Stephanie said, standing. "I gotta get this
back before he gets home. See ya around."

    "Okay, see you."

    Gina turned in her seat as Stephanie started cutting straight
across the cemetery, towards a point near the edge of Shady Lane where
some fallen branches lay. She turned back around, contemplating the
grasses across Old Fairview that filled the undeveloped lots. A few
seconds later, the receding footfalls behind her simply stopped.

    Gina paused a moment, turned, and then leapt up from the boulder.

    Stephanie had vanished.

    Gina jogged to a point around the other side of the stone pillar,
so she could look down Shady Lane, the direction that the girl had been
headed. There was simply no sign of her.

    Gina took a deep breath. No, she must have simply headed far enough
for Gina not to see her anymore. With the way that road twisted and
turned, that was certainly possible. No one simply vanishes like that.
Though she wondered where the girl was headed. There were no other
houses along Shady Lane.

    She looked towards the old graveyard. Suddenly, it no longer seemed
so peaceful anymore.



    The sun had just started to go down behind the mountains to the
west of town when Gina emerged from Shady Lane and started up the
driveway to her house. This she figured was as late as she dared come
home before dinner was ready, since it was just about dusk when her
mother had called her down from her room the day before.

    Yet even before she put the key in the lock she could smell the
aroma of her mother's cooking already, and she paused, a sinking
feeling descending into the pit of her stomach.

    Her fears were realized when she opened the door and stepped
inside, her gaze immediately drawn to the dining room, where her mother
now paused, having just picked up two large plates filled with the
remains of an already-completed dinner. And then Gina noticed something
that made her simply freeze in place.

    Her mother was no longer wearing her robe. She was completely
naked. She, too, had stopped where she was when Gina had arrived,
partially bent over the table with the plates in her hands, her heavy
breasts dangling under her.

    Gina cast a wide-eyed, confused look at her mother. Her mother
swallowed and bit her lip, her eyes pained.

    At the head of the table, Victor turned in his seat. His eyes were
icy, his face stony. "Well, Gina," he said in a low, disturbed tone of
voice that sent a shiver up Gina's spine. "You finally decide to grace
us with your presence."

    Gina could not speak at first, she was simply too stunned for
words. After a few moments, Victor turned his head back towards
Roberta. Without a word, she straightened up and resumed her cleanup of
the table, retreating quickly into the kitchen. Just before she
disappeared, Gina could see that her backside was still slightly
reddened.

    "Did you not heed my words about coming home on time, Gina?" Victor
asked.

    Gina swallowed. "I ... I didn't think you'd have dinner early," she
said sheepishly, adding a belated "Sir" after a few more seconds.

    "That is not what I asked you."

    "I-I'm sorry. I would have come home earlier if I knew ..."

    "Once again, Gina, you are not answering the question," Victor
said, displeasure creeping into his voice, making Gina tremble. "I
shall ask it again, and only this once more: Did you not heed my words
about coming home on time?"

    "But ... I d-didn't know ..."

    "Yes or no, Gina?"

    Gina took a deep breath. "N-no, sir," she said softly.

    At that moment, Roberta emerged from the kitchen again and started
to reach for the last of the dishes. Without looking in her direction,
his eyes still focused on Gina, he raised a single hand and made a
slashing motion in the air. Roberta stopped, straightened, and folded
her hands demurely in front of her, standing quietly to the side.

    Gina was not sure what frightened her more, his anger towards
herself or his apparent control over her mother. Once again she was
struck by something eerily familiar about all this.

    "Gina, come here."

    Gina did not want to obey him. Yet his hard gaze bored into her,
and his voice felt like lead weights on her mind. Her legs moved her
shakily towards him, even as her heart thundered in fear. Whatever
resistance she had had to him the night before was rapidly failing her,
as emotionally drained as she now felt. She was also afraid of what he
might do to her mother if she displeased him more, for she growing more
and more convinced that her mother had not been willing, despite how
much she appeared to enjoy the sex that followed.

    Gina glanced at her mother, who only stared back neutrally, though
the eyes betrayed worry.

    "Now, Gina," Victor said, his voice sliding to a more
conversational tone, though the smile that crossed his face was tight,
and his eyes betrayed no warmth. "Is it your nature to disobey your
mother this blatantly?"

    "But I wasn't disobeying her, sir," Gina said, a trace of defiance
still left in her.

    "I am not talking about tonight, Gina, I meant in ..."

    "But I am, sir," Gina said, and realized at once when his eyes
hardened that interrupting him had likely been the last thing she
wanted to do. Yet she continued anyway. "My mother had given me
permission to stay out longer."

    And now Victor paused, looking thoughtful, as if he had not
expected this. Slowly he turned his head towards Roberta, who wrung her
hands together. "Is this true, Roberta?" Victor asked in a cold voice.

    "Yes, it's true," Roberta replied in a low voice.

    "When did you tell her this?"

    "Before you arrived."

    "Indeed." Victor turned back towards Gina. "You did not disobey
your mother. Fine. However, Gina, children should have respect for
their elders. Do you not have respect for me?"

    Gina felt panic rising up inside her as his voice took on a harder
edge, despite the fact that he never raised it above his normal
speaking voice. His eyes were like steel icicles, making her shiver.
"Y-yes, sir, I do," she replied. "I-I just ... I just thought that
dinner was not ..."

    "Gina, you do not respect your elders by talking back to them. Or
by interrupting them. Or by disobeying them. You have committed all of
these errors."

    Gina knew she was in trouble. She knew that anything she said at
this point would make it worse. She knew that it might end here if she
simply apologized sincerely. Yet something made her refrain from this,
as if she wanted to provoke him, as if she wanted to see how far he
would go. So when she spoke, it was with one last act of defiance. "I'm
sorry, sir, I did not know I was supposed to be taking orders from you
as well as from my mother," she said smoothly.

    Roberta uttered a short gasp and gave her daughter a pained look.
Victor remained silent for a few moments, his face a rock. Finally he
said in a voice that was very much like the one he used with Roberta
the night before, "Such cheekiness towards your elders, Gina, is
something that simply cannot be tolerated. Roberta."

    Gina's mother hesitated a moment, then stepped forward until she
was standing nervously at Victor's side.

    "When a child is recalcitrant in this way, Roberta, it is usually
the fault of either the child or the parent," he said without taking
his eyes from Gina, a smile curling his lips slightly. "Which is it in
this case?"

    Gina's heart thudded in the silence.

    Roberta wrung her hands before her. "I guess ... i-it would be my
fault."

    Gina's mouth dropped open.

    "And why is that?"

    "I told her to stay out. I should have realized that ... that you'd
want your meals prepared while you were here."

    Gina could feel a palpable tension in the air as Victor's smile
widened. "And what do you think should happen now, Roberta?"

    Roberta paused. Then in a slightly husky voice she said, "I should
be punished."

    Gina gasped.

    "Very well, then, Roberta," Victor began, turning away from Gina.
"Then that is what we ..."

    "No!" Gina cried.

    Victor slowly turned towards Gina again. "No?" he said simply.

    Gina felt her skin flush and a shudder pass through her. "I ... it
... it was me that disobeyed you," she said, her voice quavering. "I
sh-should be punished, not her."

    Roberta uttered a small, anxious noise and opened her mouth as if
to protest, but quickly shut it again, a look of anguish in her eyes.

    "Well, well, Gina," Victor said. "This is a most pleasant surprise.
Taking responsibility for your own mistakes is quite mature of you.
Very well." He stood up. "Come with me, Gina."

    Finally, Roberta could no longer keep quiet. "No, ma ... No,
Victor! Please, don't!" she cried. "I should be ..."

    "Roberta," Victor said firmly. She silenced at once.

    Victor started out the room. Gina did not give her stricken mother
a backwards glance as she walked out of the room behind him.



    Victor led Gina to the guest room at the other end of the upstairs
hall. Gina braced herself for what she would see inside, but the guest
room looked much like it did when it was bereft of a an actual guest,
furnished very simply in a single bed, a nightstand, and a dresser. The
only thing in the room that even hinted that it was now occupied was
the leather wallet that sat atop the dresser.

    Victor closed the door behind her. "From this point on, Gina,"
Victor began. "You do not make a sound. You do not talk. You do not
cry. Not a single sound. Any noise and you will make your punishment
that much more worse. Do you understand this?"

    "Yes, sir," Gina replied.

    "That will be the last sound you will make. Now, stand in the
center of the room, facing the door. Do not move. Do not turn around."

    Gina's heart raced as she complied with his order. She picked a
spot about equally distant between the door and the dresser and turned
to face the former. Victor paused, looking her over for a moment,
before passing behind her and out of sight.

    Gina took a deep breath to try to calm herself, but it was to no
avail. With as intense as her heartbeat was, her chest ached, and her
body quivered. Her thoughts kept returning to what she had witnessed
between he and her mother the night before, and her excitement
increased in equal measure with her fear.

    She heard him open a drawer on the dresser behind her. She dared
not turn around, despite her curiosity. She wondered if he were
fetching the same wooden paddle he had used on her mother. Her mother
had never spanked her in her entire life, so she had no idea what it
felt like.

    But when Victor stepped back up behind her, he gave her an order
she had not expected. "Place you hands behind your back."

    Now she felt her spine tingle with ice-cold fear, and she
hesitated.

    "You now have earned extra punishment by not obeying me, Gina,"
Victor said darkly. "Now, again: place your hands behind your back."

    Gina swallowed and complied. Her fear turned to panic as she felt
him wrap a thick leather cuff around each wrist, drawing it very tight.
One of her wrists brushed against the other arm, and she could feel
that the cuffs were studded with metal loops. He threaded something
between them, a strap of some sort, and yanked a knot closed, drawing
her wrists together. He pulled up on the free end of the strap, drawing
her wrists up, bending her arms uncomfortably. There was a pause, and
then he suddenly seized her ponytail, causing her head to snap back
with a yelp of surprise.

    "That little noise earned you a little more punishment as well,
Gina," Victor said. "You need to learn to obey your elders."

    Gina swallowed with difficulty, terrified as she felt him wrap the
end of the strap around her ponytail. When he let go, her arms tugged
firmly on her hair. Attempting to move her head forward pulled on her
arms and her hair equally uncomfortably.

    "You will stand still," Victor ordered.

    But the next moment, Gina almost disobeyed that order right away,
for it was all she could do to prevent herself from bolting when she
felt his hands slide around her waist and begin undoing her belt.

    /Oh my God/, she thought, body shaking in panic. Was he going to
molest her now? Was he going to rape her? She never felt more terrified
in her life as her belt came undone and his strong fingers slowly
lowered the zipper. Seconds later, her jeans were sliding down her
legs, leaving her in only her panties from the waist down.

    And yet, through her fear, her pussy was tingling madly, the heat
from her nether regions a roaring flame. Her cheeks burned with
embarrassment at what he might see if he were to look closely enough.

    And now his fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties,
paused, and then slowly pulled them down over her hips and legs. The
crotch clung to her mound for a moment from the growing wetness there.
Gina panted at the idea of her totally helpless and unprotected pussy,
completely laid bare before him, already damp with her moisture.

    Yet he made no move to touch it, his hands withdrawing as soon as
he had stripped her, leaving her feeling both relief and
disappointment. Now he took the end of her shirt behind her and used a
simple safety pin to tack it up to her leather shackles and out of the
way, exposing the smooth, fair skin of her rear.

    She heard him return to the dresser. A drawer slid open, then
closed. He tapped something rhythmically in his hand as he approached
her and stood just off to one side.

    "And now," Victor said. "We will take it from the top."

    Gina braced herself and closed her eyes.

    "You will obey your elders," he said.

    /SMACK!/

    Gina's body jerked. Her eyes flew open wide and she uttered another
short yelp. Hot, sharp pain flared in her ass cheeks from the blow,
more intense than she ever thought it would be, yet also fading faster
than she realized.

    "You will not interrupt your elders."

    /SMACK!/

    Gina gasped, unable to stop herself, her body giving another jerk,
the pain needle-like and lingering a bit longer this time, making her
palpitate.

    "You will not talk back to your elders."

    /SMACK!/

    Gina clenched her teeth to prevent herself from crying out. The
pain flared again, fading reluctantly. Yet it was equal to the steamy
heat emanating from her cunt, her entire body feeling flushed, her legs
trembling, her thighs wanting to part.

    "You will not give any cheek to your elders."

    /SMACK!/

    Tears trickled from the corners of Gina's eyes as the pain clung to
her. Her pussy throbbed with a dull, needful ache. Her legs twitched,
bending at the knee as if to pull her foot from the jeans and panties
that entangled her calves.

    "And another for disobeying me at the start of this punishment."

    /SMACK!/

    Gina opened her mouth in a silent cry. Moisture trickled from her
slot to the insides of her thighs.

    "And another for making a sound when I told you to remain silent."

    /SMACK!/

    Gina panted. Her body quaked with incredibly powerful desire, even
as her ass cheeks burned brightly with pain.

    "And one more for making that second noise when I began your
punishment."

    /SMACK!!/

    The last blow was delivered harder than the others, as if he were
trying to make her cry out and give him an excuse to paddle her
further. Gina nearly fell over, her body spasming, her ass searing, her
pussy swollen with her intense arousal, her breathing ragged and
gasping.

    And then she simply could not suppress the cry that escaped her
lips when she felt his hands grasp her about the hips and his body
press against her behind her. He uttered not a sound, his fingers
sliding slowly over her bare skin, over her thighs. She panted heavily
with fearful anticipation as his hands slid around to the fronts of her
thighs and slowly back up again, her body shaking as he stopped barely
an inch from the outer folds of her hot and moist mound. He pressed his
hips against her, causing her to gasp as the pressure made the pain
flare in her ass, her eyes widening as she felt a bulge press against
the crack.

    "Are you sexually aroused, Gina?" Victor asked calmly in her ear.

    "Y-yes ..." she moaned.

    His fingers twitched, flirting with the edges of where her moisture
had wet her thighs, a bare finger-width from the outer edge of her
pussy. "Do you wish to be touched?"

    Gina bit her lip, mad with desire. "Yes ..." she gasped.

    "Do you wish me to touch you?"

    Gina was growing frantic. "Yes!" she cried.

    But the next moment, Victor removed his hands from her and backed
away. Gina opened her mouth in surprise.

    "I will not touch you," Victor said flatly. He began to untie her.
"Consider that part of your punishment."

    Gina was too stunned to reply or react.

    Her mind was in a complete tumult. It was as if she were coming out
of a daze, as if an enchantment had been lifted from her. What had just
happened to her? He had started punishing her, spanking her hard and
painfully, the worst hurt she had ever experienced, yet now she was so
aroused, so sexually charged that she could not think straight. She did
not understand how one begot the other. And only now was she realizing
that she had actually been hoping for him to touch her sexually, that
she was actually disappointed that he did not take her.

    She barely noticed that she had been freed from her restraints
until her arms dropped to her sides and the pressure was relieved from
her hair. Both her arms and her neck ached when she moved them. Yet she
didn't care. She continued to stand there, her jeans and panties around
her feet, indignant, her pussy feeling uncomfortably bloated with her
unsatisfied desire.

    "Put your clothes back on, Gina," Victor said, still standing
behind her. "Do not turn around until you do."

    Gina felt tears welling up in her eyes. He did not even want to
look at her! He did not even want to see what he had wrought in her!
She felt rejected, a pain that was far worse than what lingered in her
reddened ass cheeks. She whimpered softly as she pulled her clothes
back on.

    "Now turn around."

    Gina suppressed a sob and turned, her face stained with tears.

    "Remember this," Victor said. "Remember what you felt. Remember
what you will now do. Is that clear, Gina?"

    "Y-yes, sir," Gina said, her voice cracking.

    Victor nodded once. "Go to your room."

    Gina took a deep, ragged breath and slowly left. She walked with an
unsteady gait hobbled by a tender ass and a sensitized pussy. She
stumbled into her room and closed the door behind her.

    /Remember what you will now do./

    She paused a moment, still panting from her the still raging lust
in her body. She staggered into the bathroom and ran the cold water,
soaking her face in her until she shivered. but it would do nothing to
dampen her arousal. If anything, it grew worse, her breathing growing
more and more labored, as if her unrequited desires were making her
suffocate.

    Unable to stand it any more, she leaned on the counter with one
hand as she tore her belt open again and yanked her zipper down. She
thrust her hand under her sopping panties, and despite how cold her
fingers were, she responded immediately as her fingers touched her hot,
wet flesh.

    Gina slid her feet apart, her legs nearly giving out at the
intensity of the sensations as her fingers moved with a frantic
urgency. She rose precipitously, bursting into orgasm with little
warning, her cunt pounding. Her legs could barely support her, her
knees banging against the cabinet below the sink. She moaned in
desperation as one climax failed to quench her desire. She stroked her
self harder, gasping as her fingers ached, the hand on the counter
curling into a fist. She bent over, thrusting her sore ass behind her,
her jeans sliding from her hips again, her hand moving between her legs
in a frenzy. She rose again, and cried out when her second orgasm hit
her.

    The fire finally doused, she nearly collapsed, falling down onto
one knee, having to wait until she caught her breath before she could
stand again. Her fingers kept slowly toying with her slot even now, and
she had to force herself to extricate them, dripping with her moisture.

    Gina finally drew her wits about her and stood up. She raised her
eyes and looked at herself in the mirror. A very confused and anxious
girl looked back.

    "What is happening to me?" she demanded softly of her reflection.



    Gina stayed up in her room the rest of the evening. She had to
change into her night clothes early if for no other reason that the
pressure of her jeans against her sore bottom was too much for her to
bear. It finally started to abate later, enough to make her realize
that she had gone without any supper and was growing ravenous. Despite
this, she could not bring herself to face either Victor or her mother.
It was easier to go hungry.

    Sometime just before midnight, she heard Victor climb the stairs
and retire to the guest room. Not long after, she heard another set of
footfalls, a pause, and then a very soft knock at the door.

    Gina looked up in surprise. She was stretched out on the bed,
laying on her stomach reading a book by the light of the lamp on her
night table. Now she bit her lip in trepidation, unable to get herself
to respond. Did Victor leave his room? She was sure she would have
heard ...

    "Gina, honey, are you awake?"

    Relief flooded through her. "Yes, Mom, I'm awake."

    The knob turned and the door opened, revealing the still-naked
Roberta, carrying a metal tray. Upon the tray was a very welcome sight
to Gina: a small plate of meatballs, some garlic bread, and a glass of
her favorite fruit juice. Gina's face broke out into a smile and she
scrambled to sit up in bed, wincing slightly at the flare of renewed
pain from her backside. She was about to gush her thanks to her mother
when Roberta quickly brought a finger to her own lips and shook her
head.

    Gina quieted at once. Roberta turned, glanced down the hall towards
Victor's room, and very cautiously closed the door behind her. "Here,
Gina," she said very softly, bringing the tray over to the bed. "I
saved a little from dinner for you. Can you sit long enough to eat
this?"

    Gina nodded, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed, making her
best effort not to let the pain show on her face.

    Roberta placed the tray across her daughter's knees and slowly sat
down next to her.

    Gina paused and looked at her mother in concern. "Mom, are you
going to get in trouble for this?"

    "Never mind that, dear," Roberta said with a wan smile. "Just eat."

    "But ..."

    "/Please/, dear," she begged. "Do as your mother tells you."

    Gina smelled her mother's cooking, just as wonderful reheated as
fresh, and could no longer resist. She tore into it, her mother sitting
quietly to her side, observing her daughter with loving eyes. About
halfway through her meal, enough of the edge had been taken off Gina's
hunger for her to talk again. "Mom, can I ask you something?"

    Roberta paused, then nodded silently.

    "What's going on with you and Victor?" Gina asked. "Who is he?"

    Her mother tried to smile. "Why, it's like I said, dear. He's an
old friend."

    "He's not acting like he's just an old friend."

    Roberta sighed. "All right, honey," she said in a more somber
voice. "He and I are more than friends. We're ... we're old lovers."

    Gina had hoped that Victor had been lying to her about that, so she
met this news with some chagrin. "Is that all?"

    "What more would there be, dear?"

    Gina paused. She was tempted to tell her what she had seen, but she
was afraid how her mother might react. She had to temporize. "It's just
... it's like you let him order you around," she said. "Like he
controls you or something."

    Roberta shifted nervously in her seat. "Well, honey ... it's ...
it's like this," she said, her voice growing softer. "Some lovers like
to play little games. Little ... role playing games. Do you
understand?"

    "Yes, I've heard of that sort of thing," Gina said, and then
regretted it. She hoped her mother would not press her to learn of how
she knew of such things.

    "Good," her mother said instead, sounding relieved that she did not
have to explain it any further. "Well, Victor and I are like that. It's
just a little game."

    Gina took a few more bites of her food, looking thoughtful. Could
that really be all it is? Just a little bondage-and-discipline game?
"And you like playing this game?" Gina asked.

    Roberta smiled. "Yes, I do, Gina," she said, and there was deep
sincerity in her voice, but with an oddly regretful look to her eyes.
"I do indeed enjoy it."

    "Mom, he's not hurting you, is he?"

    A pause. "No more than just part of our little game, Gina," she
said, her voice husky. Her nipples cast small shadows on her breasts as
they grew erect. "Just a part of the game, dear."

    Gina had to confront her on this now. She might never get another
chance while Victor was here. "Mom, I think Victor wants to involve me
in this game," she said flatly.

    Roberta did not respond at first. Her eyes were subdued, her face
growing sad.

    "You know what he did to me in his room earlier," Gina said. It was
not a question but a statement, though there was no harshness to her
voice, just a simple statement of fact. "You know he hurt me."

    A pained look in her mother's eyes. "Yes, dear, I know," she said
very softly.

    "What should I do? What if he wants to play this 'game' with me
again?"

    Roberta's gaze dropped for a moment. She reached out and squeezed
Gina's hand tenderly. "Honey, all I can tell you is ... don't do
whatever you don't want to do."

    Gina sighed. That answer was no better than her teacher's had been.
She thought her mother was starting to be straight with her, but now
she was not sure. And she was not at all sure that this was all just a
game, at least not to Victor.

    What was worse, telling her simply not to do what she didn't want
to would not solve the problem. She reminded herself that she had
volunteered to be punished, that she had walked up those stairs
herself, and that she had not ultimately refused to obey him when he
had begun her punishment. Leaving it to her own judgment was not going
to be the right thing to do.

    "Here, honey, finish up your dinner," Roberta said, glancing
towards the door as the clock downstairs struck the midnight hour. "You
need to get to sleep."

    "Victor will punish you if he finds out you did this, won't he?"

    Roberta just smiled at her daughter. The corners of her mouth
twitched nervously. "If he does, Gina, it's just all part of the game,
that's all."

    Gina gulped down the rest of her juice and returned the empty glass
to the tray. Her mother swiftly picked up the tray and headed for the
door. "Mom?"

    Roberta paused at the door. "Yes, dear?"

    "I ... I want to go out tomorrow," Gina said. Her words came out in
a rush. "By myself. I want to get away from here for awhile. I'll make
it home for dinner this time, but I need to have some time alone. Is
that okay?"

    "Certainly, honey, that's more than okay," her mother replied. Gina
detected relief in her voice. "You might want to get an early start,
though."

    Gina nodded, knowing the unspoken words were "before Victor gets
up".

    Roberta grasped the doorknob, but did not turn it. After a
thoughtful pause, her expression suggesting she was struggling with a
thought, she finally said in a softer, slightly quavering tone of
voice, "Gina, about this dance Monday night."

    "Yes?" Gina said eagerly.

    "Whatever you decide to do that night," he mother said slowly, her
voice so low Gina could barely hear it. "Do it for the right reasons."

    A stunned Gina could not form a reply before her mother let herself
out.



    Gina awoke with her room still largely shrouded in darkness and an
annoying electronic beeping sound in her ear. It took her a few seconds
of bleariness to remember what she had done before going to sleep the
night before, and she scrambled to reach under her pillow and silence
her watch.

    She had wanted to rise just before dawn, but she was afraid her
alarm clock would alert Victor. She had set her watch and placed it
under her pillow so only she would hear it. Now as she lay still in her
bed, she listened and heard nothing stirring beyond her room.

    Gina quickly got out of bed. Her ass still hurt, but nowhere near
as much, and it did not even appear all that red when she looked at it
in the mirror. Victor had not really paddled her half as badly as he
had her mother.

    She quickly dressed herself, managing not to wince as she pulled
her jeans up over her backside. By the time she was done save for her
sneakers, the clock downstairs was chiming out the six-o'clock hour.
Gina picked up her sneakers rather than put them on just yet, figuring
she would make less noise if she were in just her socks as she headed
down the stairs.

    To her relief, both bedroom doors were still closed. She crept down
the stairs and turned into the kitchen, deciding to head out the back
way, whose door was quieter when it closed. Her heart pounding as she
tiptoed across the kitchen, a small gasp escaping her lips when she
heard a floorboard creak upstairs, she made it to the door and spent a
few frenzied minutes putting her sneakers on. By the time she was done,
she now definitely heard footfalls above her from Victor's room.

    Gina left the house before even putting her jacket on. She stepped
out into the icy morning air, a light layer of frost on the grass. Her
breath fogged before her face as she slipped her shivering body into
her jacket and bolted from the house, running out the side gate and up
Fairview Drive without a single backward glance.



    By the time Gina started back towards her home that afternoon, her
feet ached from all the walking that she had done. Her backside also
hurt, the muscles of her legs having pulled against the still tender
flesh. She thought briefly of calling for a taxi for the final stretch,
but she had used up what little money she had had with her providing
some lunch for herself. She could not see herself asking her mother to
pay for a taxi, for she was sure that would be another violation of yet
another rule of Victor's.

    Gina headed home from the city park. The park was flanked by
Fairview Drive on one side and Old Fairview Drive on the other. She
picked the latter, wanting some last time to herself away from people
before she had to face Victor again.

    She tried to convince herself that her mother was right, that she
and Victor were just playing some sort of kinky sexual game. If that
was true, then Gina could refuse to participate in it. What would
Victor do then? What could he do? If she had to, she could run. She
knew all the places to hide in the woods around the house. Victor
didn't know the area and would never find her.

    Gina sighed. She knew what Victor could do. He could punish her
mother for it. She claimed she enjoyed it, but ... but there was still
something wrong. And there was still this disconcerting sense of deja
vu.

    Gina came upon Shady Lane and was about to turn in that direction
and head back towards her house when she caught something out of the
corner of her eye. She glanced at the cemetery and paused.

    Stephanie was back.

    The girl was still dressed in her french maid outfit, though this
time she hobbled around in black shoes with very high heels. It was
obvious that she had never worn such things before, and they did not
make for a very good type of footwear on this kind of ground anyway.
She tipped and swayed, and eventually fell to the side near the
boulder. She thrust out an arm and stopped her fall, twisting herself
around and landing on the boulder hard on her backside, causing the
girl to yelp in distress.

    Gina rushed over to her. Stephanie look up at her as she
approached, wincing in pain. "Are you all right?" Gina asked.

    "What business is it to you?" Stephanie snapped. She turned away
and tried to shift in her seat, grimacing.

    "I'm sorry," Gina said sheepishly. "I just saw you fall and thought
you hurt yourself."

    "No, I'm fine," the girl said in clipped tones. She lifted one of
her slim legs. "Just these stupid shoes. I can barely walk in them!"

    "Why are you wearing them out here, then?"

    Stephanie sighed. "Because I have to," she said sullenly.

    Gina looked askance at her. "Whatever for?"

    "Because he told me to, that's why."

    "Who would tell you to do such a thing?"

    "/He/ did," Stephanie said in annoyance. "Didn't you understand
anything I told you yesterday?"

    Gina paused, trying to remember the conversation they had had. "Not
the same guy that gave you that costume?"

    "Yes, /him/, stupid. Here, do you wanna sit down?" She slid over,
gasping and wincing again as she did.

    Gina looked warily at the hard surface of the boulder. Her rear did
feel better, but that would unlikely last long if she sat on that. "Um
... no, that's okay ... Stephanie, are you sure you didn't hurt
yourself when you fell?"

    "Why do you keep bugging me about that?"

    "It's just that you look like you're in pain."

    Stephanie sighed. She paused a moment, and when she spoke again, it
was in a more contrite tone of voice. "He got mad at me."

    "Who ... I mean ... he did?"

    Stephanie nodded, her eyes misting. "For finding the costume before
he could give it to me. For going into his closet without permission."
She paused. In	a more husky tone of voice she added, "He /spanked/
me."

    Gina's eyes widened and her mouth dropped open. "What?"

    "He spanked me, Gina," Stephanie said softly. "Wacked me on the
ass. With a paddle."

    Gina swallowed and shivered, feeling cold even though she was
standing in the direct sunlight and the air was still. "When ...
wh-when did it happen, Stephanie?"

    "Just this morning," Stephanie asked. She took a deep breath, her
eyes opening wide as she stared out ahead of her, as if seeing it
replaying before her. "I ... I knew I was in trouble as soon as he
started talking to me in that voice ... he told me I had disobeyed him
... "

    Gina hugged her arms around herself, but it did little to stop
herself from shaking.

    " ... he told me what I did wrong and ... a-and smacked me on the
ass each time ... he ..."

    "Stephanie!" Gina cried in a strained voice.

    Stephanie blinked, as if coming out of a trance. "Yes?"

    "This ... this man," Gina said. "Is his name Victor?"

    Stephanie's eyes widened to saucers. She bolted up from her seat,
stumbling a bit on her high-heels. "Who told you?!" she demanded. "Who
told you?! Was it Sharon? I'll kill her if she told!"

    "No, it wasn't Sharon!" Gina cried. She didn't even know anyone by
that name.  

    "Then who was it? How did you know?"

    "Because ... I know him myself, too."

    Stephanie looked at her in surprise. She took a few wobbling steps
towards Gina. "You do? How do you know him?"

    "I know him because ... b-because he did the same thing to me last
night."

    Stephanie gasped. He surprise turned to curiosity. "Really?" she
asked softly. "Did you disobey him, too?"

    Gina nodded.

    "Did he ... did he tie your wrists behind you, too?"

    Gina bit her lip and nodded again.

    Stephanie's voice grew husky. "Did he ... pull down your jeans and
your panties?"

    "Y-yes, he did."

    She took another step closer to Gina. A breeze blew up from behind
her at that moment, ruffling her hair. When the breeze touched Gina, it
was like ice. Stephanie paused a long moment, her gaze flickering back
and forth. "Gina," she asked in a near whisper. "When he did it to you,
did you ... feel something?"

    Gina swallowed again and could not reply.

    "I did," the girl said, a small smile coming to her lips. "It made
me wet. He was hurting me. He was smacking my ass something awful. But
I was wet. Oh my /God/, was I wet."

    "Why?" Gina gasped. "Why did it happen? Do you know? Please tell me
..."

    But Stephanie was shaking her head. "I don't know why. But he knew
I was wet. And ... he almost ... but he didn't ..."

    Stephanie sighed and turned away in frustration. She wrapped her
arms around herself. "Then he said I had to wear this outfit all the
time. No matter where I am or where I go."

    "But what about your parents? Surely they wouldn't let you ..."

    "My parents are out of town," Stephanie said. She started walking
away from Gina. "Family emergency. Won't be back til after Halloween."

    Gina watched the girl hobble a few more steps, almost falling over
again. Something occurred to Gina as she glanced down the road in one
direction and then the other. "Stephanie, how were you able to walk so
far in those?"

    Stephanie gave Gina an odd look. "What do you mean?" she asked
crossly. "I only live up the road here."

    She pointed down Shady Lane.

    Gina looked confused. "But ..."

    "Gina, I can't stay here," Stephanie said, staggered away towards
Shady Lane. "I have to go. Victor will expect me to be in my house by
now."

    "Stephanie, wait!" Gina said. "This ... this isn't right.
Something's going on with this guy. If he's doing this to you and me,
he ..."

    "I have to go, Gina," Stephanie said in a hollow voice.

    "But, Stephanie, maybe if we ..."

    Her words were interrupted by a beeping noise from her watch.

    Gina looked down at the watch to her eyes and sighed as she
silenced the alarm. She had set the watch to warn her of when it was
getting close to when she should be getting home. She had to leave now
or she might be late again.

    "Dammit, I have to get home. Look, Stephanie, I ..."

    Gina looked up and gasped.

    Stephanie was gone.



    Gina was surprised she had not seen it before.

    There close to the intersection with Old Fairview Drive, still
within sight of the cemetery, there was a gap in the trees and a gravel
path. She peered into the distance and thought she could just make out
a rather weathered roof of a house just barely peeking out above the
treetops. She had never known there was a another house out here.

    Yet the path itself was thickly overgrown with brush, and several
old tree limbs lay strewn across it. Despite the fact that two parallel
ruts suggested this was a driveway at one point, there was no way it
was in use now. It must only be a back road to Stephanie's home.

    Gina did not have time to investigate it any further. She had to
get home before she was late. As she hurried back, a thousand questions
ran through her head.

    What was Victor really playing at? Just how many girls are
involved? Does her mother know about the other girls? Or is there
somewhere else in town he's visiting? And why did Stephanie react the
same way to the spanking that she did?

    Then as she approached the house and walked up the driveway, a more
pressing question overrode the rest: How would Victor react to her
being gone all day?

    Gina took a deep breath to steel herself as she let herself in the
front door.

    "Ah, here she is," she heard Victor's voice before the door even
closed behind her. "So good of you to use the front door this time."

    Gina stood at the entrance to the living room, trying to gauge the
situation before she ventured any further. Victor was seated upon the
sofa, much like he had been that first time she saw him, one leg
casually crossed over the other. Despite the possible trouble his
statement suggested, he smiled pleasantly, appearing to be at ease.
Over in the easy chair, her mother sat, still quite as naked as she had
been for the past day now, her expression carefully subdued, her hands
folded in her lap.

    Gina sniffed at the air. She smelled nothing cooking. She relaxed a
little, as it was obvious she had not missed dinner.

    Yet her relief was short lived when Victor uncrossed his legs and
spread his arms over the back of the sofa and regarded Gina with a cool
look. "Imagine my surprise, Gina, to arise this morning and look out my
window only to see you scampering away from the house like a frightened
squirrel."

    "I was just going for a walk, sir," Gina said, trying to sound as
respectful and polite as possible. "It's something I do on the
weekends."

    "At that early an hour scarcely before the sun has risen?"

    Gina paused. She could not have him catch her in a lie. "No, sir,
not usually."

    "But you felt the need this morning, it appeared."

    "I was ... I needed some time to myself to think, that's all."

    "And did you believe I would suspect you of anything else?" Victor
said with a furtive smile. "Is that why you felt you needed to suffix
that with 'that's all'?"

    Gina swallowed. No matter what she said, he could turn it around
against her. "No, that's not what I meant."

    "I see," Victor said, his eyes flickering up and down her body, as
if looking for something. Gina suddenly felt very vulnerable. "It is
simply this, Gina: honest people use the front door. Only thieves and
people with something to hide use the back door. So when I see you
leave via the back door, and you are running to boot, I naturally
conclude that you are being secretive about something."

    Gina's skin flushed. She could sense the rising tension in his
voice, the hardening of his eyes. "N-no, sir," she said softly. "I just
wanted to spend some time alone."

    "Alone."

    Gina nodded.

    "And you can tell me honestly that you spent the entire day
completely alone and to yourself?"

    Gina's mind raced. Was he spying on her? Had he seen her at the
cemetery with Stephanie? Did he suspect Stephanie  was talking with
someone about her plight?

    "I asked you a question, Gina," Victor said darkly.

    "Yes, sir," she said, trembling. "I was quite alone the entire
time."

    There was a long pause, Victor's eyes driving into Gina like steel
spikes, his mouth twitching. Finally he let go a small sigh. "All
right, Gina," he said. "I suppose I will have to take your word on
that."

    Gina felt giddy with relief. Victor had not seen her, he merely had
suspected something. Now she just had to hope Stephanie could hold up
under a similar scrutiny.

    "Now, your mother is about to start preparing dinner," Victor said.
"And I have a nice surprise for you. I have your costume for the dance
on Monday night."

    Gina felt her relief ebb.

    "You'll find it on your bed," Victor continued. "I would like you
to put it on and show us how good you'll look in it."

    "Yes, sir," Gina said softly as she started towards the stairs.

    "Oh, and Gina," Victor said with a sly smile. "This particular
costume is rather special. You will not need to wear any underwear
beneath it."



    Up in her room, Gina found upon her bed a simple cardboard box,
large enough to contain a costume, and small enough to guarantee that
whatever costume was within, it was not the least bulky. There were no
markings on it whatsoever, nothing to suggest its point of origin.
Somehow this was not surprising. She did not believe that whatever she
would find in there came from any costume store anywhere in Haven.

    With mounting dread, she sat down on the side of the bed, drew the
box into her lap, and opened it.



    As the smells and sounds of a full meal being prepared filled the
house, Gina stepped out of her room, moving slowly and cautiously, her
hand gripping the frame of her door. Slowly she let go, trying to get
her body to balance upon the four-inch heels of the black shoes that
were strapped to her feet, her toes squeezed uncomfortably into the
narrow tips. Both the shoes and the black fishnet stockings that clung
tightly to her skin made her legs look extremely smooth and shapely.
High on her hips rode tight, shiny leather pants, the piece over her
backside tapering narrowly, exposing much of the roundness of her ass
cheeks, squeezing them out a bit, drawing attention to their round
firmness. Another narrow triangle was pressed against her sex, the
outer edge of her mound just barely concealed behind it. Two more held
her breasts in place, not even forming full cups around them. A studded
leather collar encircled her throat, and matching bracelets around her
wrists.

    But the most provocative part of the costume was the part that
could not be seen by another.

    There was something strange about the crotch of the pants. The
inside of it felt as it if had molded itself to her mound, perfectly
contouring the outlines of her pussy, something slick pressing against
her slot and her clitoris. No matter how she had struggled to adjust
it, slipping it on and off several times, try to wear it as loosely as
possible, it did the same thing to her.

    The worst of it was when she tried to walk. Each time she moved her
legs or her hips, the pants rubbed against this intimate region. It was
simply impossible to walk without it mildly stimulating her.

    In similar fashion, there was something about the breast pieces.
The snuggled against her nipples like something warm and wet holding
them. Each time she took a step in her high-heels, her breasts jounced,
and she felt her nipples rubbed and stroked.

    Gina took a deep breath and tried to walk a few steps towards the
stairs. Her feet wobbled but held her. She breathed a heavy sigh as the
pants rubbed against her cunt, making her damp. She quickly groped for
the banister as she reached the stairs.

    "Ah, here she is," she heard Victor's voice from below.

    She looked down towards him. He stood with his arms folded, a small
smile on his face, eyes intense and wanting.

    "Now's not the time to be shy, Gina," Victor said with a wry grin.
"Come show me how you look."

    Gina swallowed and carefully started down the stairs.

    Her hand held the banister with a white-knuckled grip, though after
the first few steps, she started getting the hang of it. For some
reason, it was not all that difficult for her to learn. Each step,
however, tilted her hips one way and then the other, causing her pussy
to be stroked each time. Each time her foot came down, her breasts
jiggled, and her nipples grew taut and erect, making them rub more
firmly against the inside of the costume. She was completely wet by the
time she was only halfway down the stairs. Victor's smile widened at
this point, as if he knew exactly what was happening to her now.

    Gina's cheeks burned crimson in embarrassment. Somehow it would
have been less humiliating to have been forced to stay naked instead.
By the time she stepped off the stairs, she was panting lightly, her
pussy aching for more, her nipples tingling, her arousal making her
feel helpless.

    "Ah, Gina, you look quite sexy in that costume," Victor said with a
wide smile. "With that costume, Gina, I guarantee you will have every
boy that looks at you imagining himself having sex with you."

    Gina blanched at this, yet her induced arousal made it difficult
for her to react to this with anything other than increased excitement.

    "Here, Gina," Victor said, stepping back and sweeping his hand
towards the floor in front of him. "Let's get you used to those
high-heels. Take a walk back and forth from the front door to the
dining room."

    Gina glanced briefly towards the kitchen, but the sounds from
within told her that her mother was too busy to come to her rescue. If
she would do that even if she were there!

    She took a deep breath and did as he instructed her. Her steps were
faltering at first, but she managed to stay balanced. She tried
desperately to ignore the sensations from her excited flesh, but with
both her pussy and her nipples being stimulated at the same time, it
was impossible. Her folds grew very wet, until there was a soft
squishing noise each time she took a step. Dampness leaked out around
the very edges inside the crease between her thigh and her groin. By
the time she completed the one circuit, she was panting lightly again.

    "Another go, Gina, you just about have it," Victor said.

    Gina bit her lip as she complied. She was able to move a little
easier this time, only a little bit of remaining wobbling to her gait.
The constant stroking against her pussy was gentle but maddening. Her
nipples felt teased and tickled.

    "Again, Gina," Victor said with growing satisfaction in his eyes.
"Faster this time."

    Gina uttered a low moan as she set out again. She was panting hard.
A step, a stroke. A  step, a stroke. She felt herself rise, her legs
trembling.

    "One more time, Gina."

    "Uhn ..." Gina groaned. Her breathing was ragged, her cunt hanging
near the edge of orgasm but not going over. She was so desperate for
relief by this point that she purposely exaggerated her stride and the
swing of her hips, but it did no good. Orgasm still seemed just out of
reach.

    Victor watched her walk up to where he was standing and said
gently, "Stop."

    Gina came to a halt. "Uhh ..." she groaned again, breathing
heavily, her body shaking with the need for release.

    "Very nice, Gina," Victor said in a low voice. "Very nice, indeed.
Now, sit down in the chair quietly until dinner is served."

    Gina looked at him with a desperate gaze.

    "Quite a stimulating outfit, isn't it?" Victor said. "Should
prepare you rather nicely on the night of the dance, don't  you think?
I am sure Jes will be quite pleased. But you'll just have to wait for
that. Sit down."

    Gina stepped over to the chair and sank into it heavily, still
panting as her pussy burned with frustrated desire.



    It was sometime later that night.

    Gina lay quietly on her bed, half-curled, her body naked. Her hand
still lay between her wet thighs, fingers and wrist aching badly, only
now after a third frantically self-induced orgasm was she finally
feeling the fires of her lust doused enough for her to think.

    She could not even remember what she ate for dinner. Much of the
meal was spent with Victor making openly sexual -- though complimentary
-- comments about Gina, and Gina trying not to move her hips or legs.
It had not been until after the meal had been cleared and the dishes
done that she was allowed to go upstairs and remove her costume. By
that time her pussy was a steaming, swollen mound, and she was so
aroused there were tears in her eyes in her desperation to satisfy it.

    Gina slowly lifted herself to a halfway-seated position with a
groan. Each time this happened to her, each time Victor sexually teased
her to insensibility, masturbation took longer and longer to satisfy
her. This was not natural. This was ...

    Suddenly, Gina's mouth slowly dropped open.

    Finally, something had clicked.

    The unnatural effects of the costume she was forced to wear.
Victor's disciplining of her mother. His sexual teases. The way he
demanded complete obedience. She now understood why all of was so
chillingly familiar to her.

    She had seen it all before. She read about it.

    The /Cult of Se'xel'ta./

    But in the next breath, Gina shook her head. It didn't make any
sense! The cult was not real! It was just an erotic fantasy by a very
imaginative author! It didn't even have the "real" story code on it
that would have marked it as non-fiction!

    Gina sat up fully and rubbed her temples to try to stop her head
from spinning. No, that couldn't be it. There were too many things that
it did not explain. It didn't explain why Gina became so aroused when
she was being spanked. It didn't explain why Gina was so willing to be
obedient to Victor.

    Gina got up out of bed. She grabbed a towel from the bathroom and
wiped herself down before sitting in front of the computer. After
impatiently waiting for it to boot, she surfed over to the cult story
archives. There were about ten stories in all, going back to when she
first discovered them shortly after her sixteenth birthday a few months
prior. She started skimming through them, trying to examine the prose
critically rather than getting lost in the story again.

    She was right. There was nothing in there that explained any of
those things. In fact, now that she could look at it more objectively,
the stories were a bit short on back plot details. There was little on
how people were taken into the cult in the first place, but a great
deal on how they were kept in after the fact. And now, she realized
with dawning horror, that many of those ways were the things that
Victor was doing with her mother.

    And in that cult, when their slaves behaved, they were referred to
as "good little girls" and "good little boys".

    But as far as Gina knew, her mother was never in any kind of cult,
or any other organization for that matter.

    Then Gina leaned back in her chair with the impact of another
thought. What if the methods they use to take someone into the cult
were the same as the ways that they kept them in?  Wouldn't that make a
certain amount of sense? Would that mean that this former lover was
trying to take her mother into the cult?

    And as for the things that were happening to herself, maybe that
was just Victor trying to distract her, using her own otherwise normal
teenage hormones against her to blind her to what was going on. That
had to be it.

    Gina heard someone coming up the stairs. She stifled a gasp and
quickly shut down the computer. She dived into bed and yanked the
covers over herself, clicking off the lamp and dropping down onto her
pillow scant seconds before the door to her room was opened.

    Gina lay as still as possible, keeping her breathing steady and
quiet, despite how her heart was thundering in her chest. She dared not
look up to see who it was.

    After an eternity, the person that had peeked into her room slowly
withdrew and pulled the door shut. There was a pause, and then
footfalls headed away, towards the guest room. The guest room door
closed a few moments later.

    Gina let herself breathe normally again.

    /I'm on to you now, Victor,/ she thought savagely. /I know what
you're up to now, and I'm going to find some way to stop you./
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