Message-ID: <52350asstr$1130706601@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-Message-ID: <4365043C.1090402@comcast.net> From: A Strange Geek <astraYOURngegMINDeek@comcast.net> User-Agent: Mozilla/5.0 (X11; U; Linux i686; en-US; rv:1.6) Gecko/20040113 X-Accept-Language: en-us, en X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sun, 30 Oct 2005 10:34:52 -0700 Subject: {ASSM} A Legacy for Gina 1/2 (MF Mf mf FF fsolo oral nc bd spank magic) Lines: 3264 Date: Sun, 30 Oct 2005 16:10:01 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2005/52350> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: hoisingr, dennyw <1st attachment, "Part1.txt" begin> 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 Feedback welcome! Please email me at astraYOURngegeek@comMINDcast.net ( lose YOUR MIND to email me ) Or to send anonymous feedback, use the form at bottom of HTML version: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/A_Strange_Geek/www/stories/ALFG/Part1.html --------------- 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./ <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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