Pain flashed through Roger's skull as he jolted awake; the world a blur before him. He remembered with horror the events that had brought him here. Roger quickly reached down to check if he was completely intact; he sighed with relief. But, a shiver came over him as he realized he was nude, except for the thin woven blanket. The room was dusted in shadows, and only a small lamp, on the end of Ronda's wooden desk, lit the room. Her office was lightly furnished, but everything was picked with impeccable taste: from the amber paperweight on the desk, to a beautiful copy of a Monet above her leather couch. Roger could tell she liked the creature comforts of life. Wrapping the blanket around his waist, he stood to look for his clothes. His knees wobbled and collapsed. He had no strength. His head was pounding with the strain. A small moan drifted from his lips, as he held his head in his hands. His eyes wouldn't focus, as he looked around.

     He remembered something, but it kept slipping away as he grasped at it. Fog filled his memory, after being hit with the book. Pulling the blanket off he probed at the soft flesh of his balls. A dull ache hit him as he moved them. They were swollen to the size of large eggs. The click of a key in the door gave Roger little warning to cover himself and return to the couch, but he did, just in time, as it opened wide. Ronda and Mrs. Bird entered the room. They looked a little shocked to see him sitting up.

     "Roger, how are you feeling?" her voice seemed to hold a little actual concern. Which surprised Roger, he was sure that she hated him: why else would she do this to him.

     "Why do you care?" Roger shot angrily. Pulling the blanket tight across his waist. "Scared you'd lose a model?"

     "Oh, Roger ... don't be that way." Ronda sat beside him, rubbing his check with the back of her soft fingers. Roger jerked away. "I never wanted you to get hurt, my dear boy." Ronda sighed. "That was just an unfortunate accident." Gently placing her hand on his bare shoulder Ronda stroked his delicate skin. He really was a beautiful boy. Ronda let the tips of her fingers run down his chest and stomach; a shiver of sensation, his body tingling with every touch, and every sensation chipping a little away at his anger. Roger had never been with a woman, much less having one caress him. In front of the class it was so different; fear blocking out all his senses, a nightmare of jagged piercing eyes. But here, with her, it was mind numbing. With a shake of the head, Roger embraced his anger.

     "I'm out of here!" Roger shot to his feet, but his legs betrayed him again. Collapsing to his knees he caught the couch. His blanket escaping as his hands found more important things to hold on to.

     "Roger!" Ronda gasped as she caught him: quickly helping him back on the couch. Roger blushed as he felt Ronda's strong arms grip around his waist, hauling him up. Her hand sliding between the cheeks of his bottom as she put him down. Roger flushed all over. Ronda slowly picked up and placed the blanket back on Roger's lap "Please, Roger, don't do that again." Her hand gently pushing his bangs from his eyes. She smiled down at him. He looked so handsome to her there, half-naked and totally embarrassed. Roger's couldn't look her in the eyes. Shifting uncomfortably under her gaze. Her eye's an intense emerald green, with long lashes accenting them. She smiled to herself thinking, 'he tries so hard to be in control'. But, she could tell he was a natural submissive. He blushed as if he had read her mind.

     "Can I please have my clothes back?" Roger whispered.

     "I think not Roger." His look pleading with her. "You need to rest. The doctor will be back in a few hours. Maybe then." Ronda never let an advantage slip away. He wasn't demanding his clothes, he was asking for them. She was so proud of him. Even with all the pain and betrayal he couldn't help being polite and demure. Ronda wasn't sure she'd be willing to give him up. "Lay down Roger. Rest some, you've had a long day." Leaning beside him, she slid his legs back onto the couch. Roger was in a daze: not once did he try to stop her. Not even as she took the blanket and made him lie down again. Roger closed his eyes tightly and fought back the tears, but still a few escaped: rolling down his cheek. Ronda slowly covered him then leaned down kissing his cheek, tasting the salty flavor on her lips. "Everything's going to be fine, my dear." Softly stroking his chin. "Everything will be fine." Roger turned away. He'd never been so humiliated as today. He couldn't hold back the flood any longer thinking, 'What's next?'

     Stepping from the couch Ronda took Mrs. Bird in hand leading her from the room, quietly closing the door behind her. It was a short conversation, but Ronda could tell that Mrs. Bird was well chastised. They were going to have to be careful, there was too much to lose if they ever got caught. Not just her, but for many other women in the school. Roger wasn't the first to be kidnapped this way. Ronda was hoping he wouldn't be the last. She screened all the potentials, finding ways to get them into her class. After that it was easy, they were right where she wanted them. Her preference was to take the young men, they were much harder to break than the women; it made it more satisfying to her - she loved a challenge. Roger was going to be an easy one, but something about him had her intrigued. He was something more then just a handsome body and polite demeanor. There was something innocent about him. Something so pure that she wanted to protect him. Ronda was sure Sara felt the same.

     Ronda opened the door slowly and tip toed back into the room. Roger was fast asleep on the couch. The Doctor had warned that he had a minor concussion, but with a little rest and care he would be fine. Lucky for her the Doctor was a close friend and a Domme herself. She was quite willing to keep the whole thing quiet. Geri too was quite taken with Roger and asked how Ronda had been so luck to find one so handsome and well trained. All Ronda could say was that he was like that normally, Geri was shocked; She was sure that all gentlemen in the world had gone extinct - Ronda was quick to point at Roger. Ronda pulled the plush leather chair from behind the desk and sat it beside the couch. Taking the small cloth bound diary from her desk she sat to write. Roger tossed and turned as he slept, she couldn't help but feel a little sorry for the boy. He would never be the same when they were through with him, but it was for the best. Someone needed to take care of him, needed to make him feel needed. In the end, he would be happier; it would just take time for him to realize it.

     Ronda gently rubbed her fingers through his hair as he slept. His bronze skin felt smooth and soft, as she ran them down the side of his face and neck. Slowly, carefully she slipped the blanket from him. His flaccid penis was resting on a soft bed of curly black hair. The tip of his glans peeked from his foreskin. Ronda let her fingers slowly slither down his chest, resting her palm against his warm soft stomach. Her index finger sliding smoothly around his belly button, like a perverse snake tasting it's prey. Roger's chest heaved, reacting to her touch, and his penis started to swell. Ronda slid the diary under the couch. Her other hand wandering up his leg: a gentle spider crawling slowly between his thighs. His swollen member jiggling as he became even more restless in his sleep. Ronda let her well manicured nails scratch softly at the sleeping boys scrotum. Roger's eyes fluttered open. Her hand struck like a viper, his balls locked in her gentle grip.

     "What are you doing?" Roger croaked in a sleepy shocked voice.

     "I'm doing what I've wanted to do since I saw you in my class." Ronda smiled as she rubbed the back of his quickly rising penis with her nails.

     "Please, don't." Roger said as he started to reach for her hand. Ronda's grip tightened around his soft nuts. Roger gasped, pulling his hands away hopping she would stop.

     "It may take you a bit, but you'll learn that I'm the one in charge." Ronda smiled fondly looking into his eyes, but he couldn't meet them. "I won't hurt you unless you make me. Now just relax and be a good boy." Roger blushed, humiliated. She spoke to him like a child. When she was sure he was fully erect, she gripped the glans in her fingers, and gave it a sharp little pinch. Roger trembled under her touch, his heart drumming in his ears, as her hand squeezed and fondled his erection. Ronda watched the boy clamp his eyes shut, a flush running all over him. 'How could this happen to him?' he thought in horror. Ronda placed the palm of her hand on the tip of his glans, her fingers drooping down the shaft like some perverse flower. Her other hand tweaking and squeezing, the soft round flesh of his balls. She loved the feel of power, his reactions, and how easily she manipulated his mind and body. But, she knew that she had to be careful - too fast, too soon, and he might rebel on her. She was going to have complete control of the boy when she was through with him. A knock at the door broke her reverie.

     "Now you lay right there." Giving a little squeeze, she let go and wandered to the door a bit distracted. Roger reached down for the blanket, but froze as she gave him a look that could kill. She cracked the door and peeked out. Sara stood there waiting. "Ah, please come in." Roger blanched at the words, but could not force himself to move. His cheeks turned pink as the door started to open. Sara walked in. Her eyes took in her surroundings, then locking on to Roger's eyes. She looked deep into them, his whole body burning with embarrassment. He finally had to look away. A small smile crept across her lips - already she could see a change in him. Soon he would be all hers.

     "I heard there was a little accident in class." A harsh tone warped her voice. She turned and glared at Ronda.

     "Nothing that wasn't handled my dear." She smiled recognizing the challenge. "As you can see Roger is fine. Please, feel free to examine him yourself." Roger's head snapped back his eyes pleading.

     "I think that I shall." Sara smiled as she turned back to him. She could see his lips trembling, incapacitated by humiliation. Sara knelt beside the couch. Roger closed his eyes hoping that it was all just a dream. Sara slid her fingers lightly across his check. His flesh tingled at her touch. Clamping his eyes tighter, he slid his hands from his side covering his groin. "It's all right Roger." His heart felt like it was going to explode. He started breathing harder, trying to stop the suffocating feelings coursing through him. Sara's hands wandered through his dark hair. She could feel the large bump on the side of his head. Roger flinched in pain as she touched it. "Poor baby, does that hurt?" Roger only hazily noticed her words, fog claiming his mind. Sara's hands wandered down his chest and over his arms. Roger couldn't help shivering; her touch was lightning in every nerve. Grasping his wrists she tried to pull his hands away but he held them fast. 'This can't be happening', was all he could think over and over. Roger's eyes flashed open as Sara slapped him across the face. "You will listen to me. From now on, you will not hide from me." Her eyes were daggers stabbing right through him. "Do you understand?" Roger nodded slowly. He'd never seen Sara so intense. Ronda just leaned into the couch, watching. Sara kept her eyes glued to his. His eyes were pleading with her to stop as she pulled his hands away. Tears started to well in his eyes, he felt so violated, so alone. "That's a good boy." She said caressing his cheek. Tears started rolling down his face dripping from his chin.

     A small fire lit in Roger's chest, 'How dare she betray him!' Sara was supposed to be his friend. Sara was supposed to be his best friend, looking out for him. He could feel her hands moving down his chest. It took him a second to muster his strength. With a sudden burst of anger he pushed Sara away. She gasped as she fell back. Roger grabbed the blanket and got to his feet. With a quick motion he wrapped the blanket around him and stormed to the door. Ronda was a bit surprised - he had more spirit then she suspected: but she didn't stop him.

     "Roger!" Sara yelled. Anger searing through her voice. Roger yanked the door open whipping around towards her, fury rippling through ever muscle.

     "I thought you were my friend." Roger growled. "I thought that you cared. If you ever come near me again I'll hurt you. Do you understand?" Sara blanched taken a back. She could see his muscles aching to strike out. She'd never seen him this way; he was a totally different person, a person that scared her. "And you," he pointed to Ronda. "I'll see that you never do this to another person again." Ronda looked at him indifferently, nodding a bit, a small smile creeping over her face.

     "Maybe you should see this before you go." Ronda pressed the play button on the controller in her hand. The TV flicked to life and Roger watched as the day played out before him.

     "Good," Roger smiled through gritting teeth. "The police can use those." Roger turned and stormed out. He did get the pleasure of seeing the shocked look on Ronda's face. She was sure that the video would be enough to control him; obviously she was wrong. Ronda took a second to get her senses back.

     "We have to stop him!" Ronda hissed, pulling Sara to her feet. "He'll ruin everything."

     "What do we do?" Sara said absently. 'What had she done?' Kept running through her mind. 'Had she just lost her best friend? The person she wanted to love forever?' Ronda grabbed the phone and started dialing.