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Subject: {ASSM} Dancer Pt 1 (M/Ff F/f BDSM WS MC)
Date: Thu, 15 Nov 2001 11:10:03 -0500
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   Dance

   Part 1

   Before they started dancing, he did a light scan of her mind.  What he
got was a total shock.  Trent scanned a little deeper and was even more
surprised but very pleased.  This girl was more perverted then most adults.
Walking through her mind showed him that sex - perverted, raw sex was
constantly on her mind.  And yet...  unbelievably she was still a virgin.
Taking a little more time he saw the reason.  Even though she masturbated
to multiple orgasms several times a day, she wanted to have her virginity
taken from her.  Hopefully by someone she didn't know very well - man or
woman, it didn't matter.  As long as she was forced.  Most of her fantasy
fodder came from some of the more extreem stories on the internet.  She was
a smart kid and understood that those were just fantasies - mostly.  But
she also understood that there were people out there doing that kind of
thing and she wanted to be one of them.  This, he thought, could make
things interesting.  As they started the dance, he delved deeper into her
mind.

   It appeared she had decided last week not to wait any longer.  Just
masturbation was no longer enough - she wanted to do some of the perverted
things she dreamed about.  And since she couldn't find someone to force
her, she would do it her self.  Two nights ago she, her mother and sister
decided to take a walk to the ice cream shop.  It wasn't too far away, just
maybe 4 or 5 blocks from their home.  But the heat wave here made the
tempurature in the 90's as late as 10 at night so when they left at 6, it
was well over 90 degrees, which made the pavement very hot.

   She chose to wear an old white sundress, and nothing else - no bra,
panties or shoes.  She knew that the pavement and rough gravel would hurt
her feet, but she didn't have dance class that night, and so she figured
she's have time to recover (she had, but her feet were still a bit tender).
Before they left, she slipped into the bathroom she shared with her little
sister and locked the door.  Then, she rummaged through the hamper to find
a pair of her little sister's dirty panties.  She loved Ann very much and
was extreemly close to her sister.  She would do anything for Ann, but
would have been mortified if Ann knew that she also found her sexually
attractive.

   Ann spent a good deal of time playing sports, and had played soccer that
day despite the heat.  Cindy found not only a pair of panties, still soaked
with sweat, but Ann's shirt as well.  Grabbing her own toothbrush from the
stand, Cindy had pulled up her dress, sat on the floor and opened her legs
amost wide enough to be a split.  Her slit was already drooling and she
inhaled her strong scent with a shiver as she took the toothbrush and
started rubbing the bristles up and down her slit.  Then she took Ann's tee
shirt and put it to her nose, inhaling deeply her sisters scent.  It was
strong as well, as Ann hated to use deordant.  She was fanatical about
showering every day, so the result was that she had a clean, sexy scent. 
Cindy started to rub the bristles more roughly over her cunt.  Her aim was
not to cum - just to drive herself into a frenzy before her walk.  Sucking
the salty sweat from the tee shirt almost made her moan out loud.  Knowing
she was running out of time, she put the shirt down and picked up the
panties.  They were also very damp, and she closed her eyes as she brought
them to her nose.  Cindy was surprised as she caught the smell of musk that
was very like her own.  Opening her eyes she noted that there was a darker
stain in the crotch of Ann's panties right were her pussy would be.  This
time she did moan and slowly licked at the crotch.  The salty taste bolted
through her and she almost came but managed to restrain herself.  She
leaned her head back and set the panties over her nose while sucking on the
crotch.

   With one hand she peeled back her clit hood, and with the other, she
started slapping the bristles of the brush onto her exposed clit.

   Cindy made little mphing sounds at each strike of the tooth brush. 
Finally, when her clit was very swollen, and she was close to cuming, she
made herself stop.  She sat there, panting a bit, then gathered up the
laundry and put it back into the hamper.  She set her toothbrush, now
covered with cunt slime, back on the stand, smoothed her dress out and left
the room.

   Her mother and sister were waiting for her in the front yard.  She
thought her mother stared at her a little hard, but she didn't say anything
- except that maybe she should put sandles on because the pavement would be
hot.  Cindy said she'd be OK, and they left.  She blushed as she realised
that her mother must have noticed the hard points of her nipples pressing
against the loose dress.

   The walk wasn't too bad until they had to cross the street.  This was
what Cindy had been counting on.  She forced herself not to run as the hot
pavement burned the soles of her feet.  Her cunt was leaking so much that
her thighs were now slick and she was afraid that her mother or sister
would see the strands of it sliding down her legs.  When they got to the
gravel parking lot, things got even worse for Cindy.  Many of the stones
were sharp and they were digging into her reciently burned feet.  But the
sexual high she was getting felt like nothing she had ever experienced. 
Her cunt was burning, no doubt from some left over toothpaste, and her clit
was throbbing from being scraped with the brush.  Cindy sank deeper into a
sexual haze.

   Her plan for the icecream shop was simple - she wanted to flash the guy
she knew would be working there, and she wanted to humiliate herself in
front of her sister.  When they got to the shop and went inside, Cindy's
nipples got hard again because of the cold.  Now they were quite visable
and she knew it.  She was having a hard time hiding them from her mom, but
noticed Ann staring several times.  When it came time for her to order, she
made sure to lean forward enough so that the top of her dress bowed out. 
From the corner of her eye, she saw that the boy had a completly
unobstructed view of her breasts.  She could see his eyes were fixed on her
nipples - rather then her red face.  She spread her legs spread a bit and
could feel a large drop of slime slide down the inside of her leg. 
Finally, after she was sure that the boy had a chance to memorise what her
tits looked like she ordered a large chocolate shake.

   She got her shake and went back outside to wait for her mother and
sister.  Looking over, she spotted a concrete table that was empty. 
Walking over to it, she saw that someone had reciently dropped a large glob
of icecream on one of the benches.  No one was around and it couldn't be
seen from the inside of the store.  So she walked around to the bench,
pulled up her dress a bit and sat directly on the melting ice cream.  She
almost came at the thought of how much of a pig she was being.  The only
thing that would be better would be if someone were making her do this.

   Her mother and sister came out and sat in the other seats.  They all
made small talk and Cindy sipped at her shake while shifting her bottom so
that ice cream on the seat worked it's way into her already sticky crotch.
She wanted to cum so bad it was making her dizzy!  But she waited and
finally her patience was rewarded.  Her mother and sister were distracted
by a loud, flashy car driving down the street.  Cindy took a quick glance
around, saw no one was looking at her and deliberatly poured her entire
choclate shake on herself.  She started pouring it onto her chin to make it
look like it has slipped out of her hand, then dumped the rest onto and
into her dress.  She ghasped at the cold and stood up with a horrified look
on her face.  Her mother and sister's heads whipped around and they stared
open-mouthed as Cindy stood there, her entire front covered with the
chocolate shake.  After a few stunned seconds, they all started laughing.
This caught the attention of those in the store, and Cindy could see them
laughing as well.  She gripped the edge of the table and came.

   When things died down, she appologised and said she needed to go back to
the house.  She pretended to be too mortified to accept her mother's offer
of napkins to wipe off the worst of it, turned around and started the walk
back to the house.  Her mom called out that they would be leaving shortly
as well.

   Cindy did not run back to the house.  She walked slowly, loving the pain
of the gravel and the hot pavement.  She felt like a discusting pig,
covered with chocolate ice cream seeping down her body under her white
dress.  She came twice more on the way home.

   When she finally arrived, she went into her bathroom and stripped off
her clothes.  She looked at her chocolate covered body in the mirror on the
back of the door.  She was a mess - sweat, ice cream and pussy cream coated
her thighs.  Using her hands, she scooped some of the sticky mess out of
her crotch and stuffed it into her mouth.  Her other hand pinched and
pulled at her clit as she sucked the slime off her fingers.  She came
several more times, as she repeated the process.  Finally, when she heard
her mother and sister come into the house, she turned on the shower and
cleaned herself off.  When she was almost finished, she noticed that she
had dripped some of the filth onto the floor.  She carefully got out, dried
off so that the water from her body would not dilute it and licked the
floor clean.  Cindy came several more times from that.

   As he read this experiece from her mind, he started sending specific
images from to his slave, who was dancing with someone else.  He felt her
body stiffen and react with lust as she realised that this wasn't something
that he had come up with, or even forced someone to do.  It was something a
frustrated fourteen year old girl had done to herself in a fit of lust. 
erin's cunt started getting wet as these thoughts ran through her brain.

   Trent continued to scan the girl even as he guided her through the dance
steps.  He could easily smell the girl's sexual excitement, although most
other people would only be able to get a slight hint of her scent.  She had
masturbated just before coming to class, but, once again, hadn't allowed
herself to cum.  He wondered why that was, and followed her memories once
again.  He found the answer seconds later.  The girl had 'prepared' herself
for another sexual adventure.  But even as he scanned her, she was thinking
that she had gotten in over her head and might have to excuse herself to
the bathroom.

   Knowing that she had class tonight, Cindy wanted to have a little
adventure.  When she got up, she had masturbated, as usual, then showered
and went to the store.  She had some money saved from babysitting jobs (she
no longer got an allowance) and she knew just what she wanted.  A trip to
the five and dime store was first.  Finding what she wanted was easy and
not very expensive.  Then on to the clothes store.  She started looking
through the racks and finally found something that would work.  Paying for
her purchases with shaking hands she rushed home to put together what she
needed for tonight.

   The results of her little experiment were now making her quite
uncomfortable, as she had intended.  But she was unsure she could handle it
the rest of the class.  What she had done was buy a sports bra and a pair
of thong underwear - both too small for her.  The bra was only slightly too
small, but the thong was very small and dug into her waist and, especially
her cunt and ass.  Wearing them for class would really irritate her pussy.
But that wasn't the only thing she had planned.  She reached into other bag
and came out with a coil of eigth inch thick hemp rope.  It was very rough.
She started knotting and wrapping the rope around the crotch of the panties
until they were covered in the rough rope.  She didn't try it on, as she
wanted the feeling to be a surprise.

   Next she turned the sports bra inside out.  Reaching into the bag again
she brought out some scraps of untreated wool.  It was very rough, and she
was slightly alergic to it, so it always made her itch.  Cutting carefully
she ended up with two pieces that fit the inside of the sports bra.  When
she finished, the small cups were lined with the scratchy wool that she was
sure would irritate her breasts - especially her nipples which were proving
to be very sensitive of late.  Hiding the evidence, she went out to play.

   All day her cunt soaked her panties.  She couldn't stop thinking of the
torture she was going to force on herself tonight.  And how hard she would
cum when she masturbated that night.  Finally, it came time to get ready
for class.  She went into the bathroom with the clothes she chose to wear
for class: A tight green top and a long brown cotton skirt.  Since she knew
it would be hot, she figured being warm would make her more uncomfortable.
She pulled off her shorts and panties, then pushed the panties into her
mouth.  The tang of salt and cunt filled her mouth.  The crotch of the
panties felt slimy on her tongue.  She removed the rest of her clothes then
grabbed her tooth brush and started sliding the bristles up and down her
swollen slit.  Cunt cream slid out of her and puddled on the floor as she
sat with her legs in an almost split, masturbating.  Lust flowed through
her body as she sucked hard on her panties and came closer to coming.  She
pulled back her clit hood and gave the swollen nub several rough strokes
with the toothbrush.  This made it swell enough that it didn't go back
under her hood.

   She continued until she knew that, if she didn't hurry, she'd be late
for class.  She put her cream covered tooth brush back in the rack, then
getting down on her hands and knees, licked her salty lube from the floor.
Then, she pulled on the panties and bra and the rest of her clothes, and
ran from the room.  She'd had to hurry to make class, and was sweating when
she got there.  Her modified underclothes were working perfectly.  The
rough hemp was sliding through her damp, sensitive lips and her hard
nipples, which could only barely be seen through the bra, were starting to
burn and itch.  As she stopped and changed her shoes, she realised that
because her clit had swollen so much, the rope was rubbing that as well. 
The pain was setting in, and really pushing her lust.

   She saw who was to be her dance partner for the first half of class, and
swooned in lust.  She didn't know his name, and he didn't tell her when she
introduced herself, making her feel like a child.  But he was VERY
attractive and, combined with the pain she had forced on herself, her lust
was riding high.  Of course, she knew that she would have no chance with
him - the woman that he was with was drop dead gorgous.  She was a little
taller then Cindy's own 5'5", had a dancers body with a very narrow waist
and flaming red hair that fell to her ass.  Cindy knew she had great legs
because the woman always wore short skirts and very high heels.  She'd
always been too shy to talk to her, but had spent time checking out her
body.  She blushed a bit as she recalled the woman catching her checking
out her breasts.  They were larger then Cindy's - about a 'C' cup and
obviously very firm.  Not to mention the large nipples that often showed
under her skin tight tops.  Cindy was a bit envious of her, to say the
least.  She was a beautiful woman, and a fantastic dancer, even in those
very high heels.  Trent, reading all this, sent the impressions to erin for
her amusement.

   Soon though, the pain was forcing its self more into the forefront.  She
was still excited, but it was loosing it's appeal.  Mainly because she
realised that if it got too much for her to handle, and she could go into
the bathroom and remove the instruments of her torture.  There was nothing
forcing her to keep on the underwear, so her lust was waning because she
wanted to be in a position where she had no choice but to endure the pain.

   Trent watched these thoughts drift through her mind and smiled to
himself.  So, she wanted to be forced, did she?  Well, he was sure that he
could think of something.  He used his hands on her as they danced in a
subtle way that a young girl would have no experience with.  Her lust
started rising again, but she wasn't quite sure why and Trent's subtle
touches kept her interest until the end of the first half of the class.  By
this time, her nipples were sore, swollen and burning from the wool and
both her breasts were chafing against the too-small bra.  Her soft pussy
lips felt as if they were bleeding from the chafing of the rough rope. 
Still, her thighs were slick with her arousal, and she could now smell her
scent quite strongly.  She hoped he would just figure it was her sweating.
There was no air condition and everyone was sweating and panting.

   When they stopped dancing she started to excuse herself, but Trent
stopped her.

   "Before you run off to the bathroom, there is something that I want to
show you."

   Cindy started to object, but the look in his eyes changed her mind.  It
was somewhat amused and somewhat stern, but it was clear he expected to be
obeyed.  This, of course, flamed her arousal.  While they were dancing,
Trent had fingured out how to make this girl his slave.  Of course, with
his power, he could have easily modified her mind, and even body, do
perform exactly any task he wanted.  But, he had tired of that path many
years ago, and now found it more satisfying to work within the person's
limitations.  To a point, of course.  He had some standard modifications
that he would eventually apply to any woman he decided to keep as a slave
on a more permenant basis.  So while he would cheat a bit to coerce Cindy
to do his bidding, it would be her choice.

   Cindy thought that he wanted to talk about the dance steps they had just
gone over.  But the man just walked over to one of the tables, opened a
small bag and took something out of it.

   "I thought that you might want to see these," he said handing her a
small stack of photos.  Of course, there were no photos, and had anyone
been looking at the two of them, they would have found Cindy's actions to
be a bit odd.  But no one noticed them because Trent didn't want them to.

   Cindy looked at the first picture.  The illusion had been easy for Trent
to produce because her own mind provided the images.

   "That's your mom, right?"

   "Yea - look, what's this all..."

   "Keep looking."

   The next few pictures were some out door shots of her, her mother and
sister.  Then things got her attention.  There was one shot of her
deliberatly lifting her skirt and sitting on the melted icecream on the
bench, then another of her pouring a milk shake down her dress.  Next were
two pictures of her masturbating in the bathroom, one showing her with the
armpit of her sister's t-shirt in her mouth, and the other of her sucking
on her sister's panties.  The final one was of her sister getting out of
the shower.  Cindy was shocked.  She felt numb and looked up at the man in
horror.

   "I have more, if you'd like to see them," he said with a slight smile.

   Cindy was totally confused.  Outraged, aroused and afraid, she figured
that she'd try and bluff it through.  His next words cut that thought off
in short order.

   "Really, they are very nice pictures.  But, before you start yelling and
making a fuss, you should think about how we got them, what we might do
with them and how you would explain your actions to your mother and sister.
And, of course, why I'm showing them to you."

   Cindy was breathing hard now, everything but fear forgotten.  She
couldn't speak, only stare at the man.

   "Don't worry dear.  Your little secrets are safe with us."

   "Y...you won't tell anyone," she asked?  Relief that only a child could
feel who has been caught doing something she wasn't supposed to do flooded
through her.

   "Not if you do as we ask."

   Now he had her worried again.  What could he want...

   "If you do everything that we tell you to do, then we won't show those
pictures to anyone.  If you don't, then as easily as we got the pictures,
we could get the real people.  Your sister, for instance." He paused, "Of
course, we'd much rather have you."

   Was he going to kidnap her?  Oh, god, please not that!

   "We have no intention of taking you from your family or anything like
that.  If you follow our instructions, most people will not even know
what's going on.  You will start by meeting us at the teachers lounge down
the hall after class"

   He took the "pictures" from her numb fingers and started to walk toward
the woman.  When he was a few steps away, he turned and said "Oh, and don't
even think of leaving this room during the break.  I'll know that you agree
with our terms when you appear at the lounge."

   He smiled and walked off with the woman.

   Cindy watched them walk away with her thoughts all swirling around her
head.  What did he really want?  Would he really not tell anyone?  Did she
have any choice?  At that thought, all the pain in her sexual parts were
brought to the fore.  She really was hurting now that her arousal had been
doused.  Automaticlly she started toward the bathroom to take off the
underwear.  She took one step then stopped.  He had forbidden her to leave
the room!  What was she going to do?  She was really hurting and now she
couldn't even remove...  that's when it hit her.

   She realised that this was exactly the situation that she wanted to be
forced into.  But the reality of it was enormous.  Would they really take
her sister?  Could she take the chance?  What about the police?  She
imagined the embarresment of them seeing those pictures.  What would her
mother and sister think of her?  Her mom was pretty strict about sex, to
say the least.  And Cindy adored her little sister: what would the girl
think if she saw a picture of her elder sister, whom she loved very much,
sucking on her panties!  Ann would be disgusted and most likely never speak
to her again.  Tears filled her eyes at that thought.  No, whatever this
man wanted, Cindy knew she would do.  As she sat there and reached this
conclusion she calmed a bit.

   Trent and erin walked down the hallway until they got to the teachers
lounge.  Trent noted that the door was locked and unlocked it with a flick
of his mind.  The heat of the room blasted them as they entered.  Since the
school was closed for the summer, none of the windows were opened.  Of
course, Trent was immune to extreems of tempurature, but erin, who had been
cooling down from dancing, immedeatly broke out into a sweat.

   As the door closed, erin swiftly knelt on the floor, head down, knees
spread and her arms behind her back.  She had been a slave for a long time
and was very well trained.  Trent had also made a number of physical
modifications to her as well.

   Trent reached down and grabbed a handfull of erin's red hair.  He
roughly pulled her head back so that she could look into his eyes.  Even
with her head pulled painfully back, erin's balance was flawless - no
waiving of her hands, or even shifiting around to keep her balance.

   "Well slave, looks like we have a new toy."

   "Master?" erin was starting to trembling with arousal.  She loved her
Master's touch.  He'd said we!  Did that mean he would allow her to share
in the debasement of the girl, "May I speak?"

   "There is no need.  You will be helping me as we both use her for our
enjoyment.  We have 15 minutes before we should go back, so I think we
should start preparing you right now."

   Trent dragged erin over to a small conference table, still pulling
painfully on her hair.  To erin, pain, which she felt very intensly, was a
total aphrodisiac.  She had been trained to treat it as a sexual stimulus.
The more intense, the better, as far as she was concerned.  Torture that
would make an Army Ranger plead for mercy would make her orgasm
uncontrollably.

   "Take off your panties, cunt"

   Trent had modified her cunt and ass so that penetration by anything
thicker then a pencil would be very painfull.  He'd also increased the
amount of cunt juice that she produced by a fair amount.  So, when erin
reached down and pulled off her panties they were already soaked with thick
slime and smelled very strongly of sex.  She also gave off strong
pheromones when aroused and her body fluids, blood, saliva, sweat, cum and
urin contained powerful aphrodisiacs.  All of which Trent was immune to,
but erin wasn't.  So when he took her panties, and stuffed them in her
mouth, she groaned with lust.  Her own smell and taste drove her almost as
wild as it had the many people Trent had ordered her to seduce.

   Trent had decided a long time ago that a twelve inch cock just wasn't
necessary.  He had decided that eight was just fine for his purposes.  Of
course, since one of his purposes was to cause his slaves a lot of pain,
his cock was quite thick.  He looked down at his slave and pushed her over
so that her ass and cunt were sticking in the air as she gripped the edge
of the table.  Her gash was soaked and he forced his cock into her in one
slow, steady thrust, causing her to writhe and whine in pain.  He knew that
the pressure in her cunt caused pain and cramps through out her lower belly
which she, trained as she was, totally got off on.  He started to hammer
his cock in and out of her hard enough to rattle the table, which really
hurt her.  erin always saw stars when he fucked her this hard.  It was hard
to breath which made her orgasm, provided she was alowed one, even more
intense.  It wasn't long before he came, flooding her cunt with a large
load of cum.  She was right on the edge, but had not been given permission,
and so she panted, frustrated, sucking on her panties.

   As he started to pull out, he leaned forward and said, "Make sure you
hold both loads of cum in your body.  You can release them later"

   erin groaned loudly through her panties as she realised what that meant.
Trent pulled out of her sex with a loud sucking sound, and she clamped her
pussy shut.  Then, with no warning, his thick cock sank balls deep into her
asshole causing her to scream around her gag as she streatched and tore. 
She always tore a little when he did this.  With her body though, it took
only minutes to heal, unless he slowed it down.

   Having as much control over his own body as he did, Trent was able to
produce another large load of cum.  Through her pain, erin felt like
someone was dumping a quart of cum into her bowels.  She was still denied
permission to orgasm though.  Once again Trent pulled out of her body, his
cock half erect.  Pulling her up by her hair, he turned her to face him
then, forced her back onto her knees.

   "Put your panties back on and clean my cock."

   erin pulled the panties out of her mouth and squirmed into them without
getting up.  Then she procedded to lick and suck his dark streaked cock
clean.  The taste of blood, cum and shit mingled in her mouth pushing her
closer to orgasm.

   "Now, since we are a little late, it looks like you and I will be
partners for the rest of the class.  A good thing too - because the way you
smell, you'd be raped by anyone else.  Stand up"

   He looked at his slave.  Her tight tank top was now stained with even
more sweat then before, and the insides of her thighs were slick with her
juice.  Her erect, inch long, pierced nipples could easily be seen through
the thin top.  She looked like what she was: a well used and very
frustrated sex slave.  They walked out the door and went back to class.

   Cindy noted that the man and woman (what were their names?) were not
back when class restarted, so she found another partner.  She was not
moving well at all, her pussy and breasts were burning, and she was very
nervous.  Add to that the fact that she was soaking wet with sweat, had to
pee and probably looked like crap and she was really uncomfortable.  Had
she been paying better attention to her partner, she might have noticed the
large erection in his pants that he kept trying to hide.  He was somewhat
embarresed to be so attracted to a fourteen year old, but damn she looked
and smelled very sexy!

   Cindy noticed that they returned about five minutes late.  They
completly ignored her and swung into the dance like they already knew the
steps.  Her pulse started to race when she looked at the woman.  Her face
was flushed and her hair a bit wild.  She was sweating heavily and Cindy
could clearly see the woman's long, thick nipples poking at her top.  Her
skirt was very short and at one point it lifted as she twirled around,
giving Cindy a glimps of the woman's panties.

   As she continued to dance, she thought more and more about her
situation. Thinking about it, her fear started to ebb a bit and she started
wondering what he wanted her for.  He couldn't possibly want her for sex.
All she had to do was look at the woman he was with to know that.  So why
would he want her?  Cindy knew she was hot, but she was just a kid to him.
How could he find her attractive?  As usual, her natural interest in sex
started to re-assert itself.  She started fantisising about things she
would like him to make her do.  Her lust rose as she imagined him forcing
her to suck his cock or taking her virginity or...  she stumbled as she
stepped on her partners foot.

   "Oh, I'm sorry!"

   "No problem, that's why we're here.  To learn"

   Cindy started noticing her dance partner now.  He was not a bad looking
guy and he danced well.  As she glanced down she noticed a lump in his
pants.  No doubt it was because of the woman - how anyone could miss her,
Cindy didn't know.  Had she been less distracted, Cindy would have noticed
that no one was noticing erin at all, and she herself was garnering a
number of looks.  Trent had damped eveyone elses awarness of erin -
otherwise, between what she looked like, and how she smelled, eveyone there
would have had their eyes glued to her graceful form in lust and the class
would have fallen into an orgy.  It had happened before, since erin's
chemical enhancements could cause chaos if Trent chose to not control them.

   Trent kept a watch on Cindy's mind.  He saw her excitement rise as she
thought about what might happen to her.  That was good - he had made the
correct choice.  If she were still nervous and afraid, then he might have
let her go and erased their encounter from her mind.  But then again, maybe
not - she was a hot little piece.

   So the dance continued.  Cindy's anticipation of what was going to
happen to her had her lust raging.  The fact that she was not allowed to
remove the clothing that was causing her so much pain made her mind start
to drift into something an experienced sub would call sub-space.  Her
tempurature and breathing were elevated.  She looked like a woman who was
approaching orgasm.  At this point, her dance partner was no longer even
trying to hide his steel-hard cock.  He thought this child was teasing him
on purpose and, even though he never would, he wished someone would put her
in her place.  Little did he know.  Toward the end of class, when Cindy and
Trent were close to each other, he leaned over and spoke to her.

   "You will wait one minute after we have left to follow us to the
lounge."

   Cindy didn't trust herself to speak and just nodded.

   Finally, class ended.  Cindy looked around and saw neither the man or
the woman and started to worry.  How could she wait one minute, if she
didn't know when they left!  Cindy looked at the clock, waited for one
minute then walked down the hall to the teachers lounge.

   End Part 1

   If people like this part, let me know as there are 4 more.

   ~Pen~ http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/DarkPen/www

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