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From: "Zebulon" <zebulon@fastmail.ca>
Subject: {ASSM} Part 8 - Blackmailed Into Bondage (MF, FF, Bond)
Date: Fri,  9 Aug 2002 08:10:05 -0400
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This is a work of fiction in 14 parts.  It is the second
novel set in the same world as "The Training of Jeannie
and Clair."  It is approximately the same length as the
first novel, but was broken into slightly smaller chunks
to avoid problems with my Email service.

Zebulon

No reference to real persons is intended.  It contains strong, 
non-traditional sexual imagery and language.  If you don't 
like this kind of thing, don't read it.
          
Feedback is welcome.  Zebulon@fastmail.ca

IMPORTANT NOTE: Parts 6 & 7 of this story do not 
contain any significant sex scenes.  They are important for
the novel as a novel.  And there is some good stuff if you
happen to be into humiliation. :-) But given the lack of
hard core sex in these two segments, I decided not to 
post them on ASSM.  If you are interested, you can find 
these two parts on my web page:

http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Zebulon/www/

(MF, FF, Bond)

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Part 8 - Blackmailed Into Bondage
by Zebulon

                      *   *   *   *   *

     Carolena led Penny to a very masculine, wood-paneled
den with a deep pile rug, plush furniture, and lots of books. 
Randall was standing in front of a large picture window
looking out over the wooded estate.  He was holding a cup. 
He heard them enter but didn't turn for a long while.

     He took several sips of coffee with long pauses between
sips.  He seemed quite reflective.  Actually, he was eager to
get on with things, but strategy dictated a calm and studied
lack of haste.  Eventually,  he set the cup down on a nearby
table and turned.  Penny was standing just inside the
doorway.  Carolena had left.

     Randall walked to a spot near the middle of the room
and pointed down.  "Stand here."  He turned, walked slowly
to a large chair, turned again, and sat.  Penny was standing
where he had directed.  "Nice dress."

     "Thank you."

     "No, I didn't ask you anything, I was just commenting." 
Speak only when directed to.

     She stared at him.

     "Nice dress," he repeated.  Then after a long pause,
"take it off."

     Penny should have been prepared for this, but wasn't. 
She opened her mouth and started to object, then froze. 
Randall was studying her with a neutral expression.  She bit
her lower lip.  Reaching up behind herself she undid the
clasp.  She grabbed the fabric with one hand and pushed the
zipper as far down as it would go with the other.  Then she
brought her hand around and pulled the zipper down the
rest of the way.  Pulling the dress off she stepped out of it. 
Hearing no directions she stood there holding it in front of
her.

     He pointed to a small table.  She lay the dress across the
table and returned to her spot.  'This is crazy, crazy, crazy,'
she was thinking.  It was like being caught in a weird
nightmare.  She was standing half undressed in a strange
house in front of one of her students who was ordering her
around.  She had no idea how to make it stop.  If she didn't
follow his orders she would be caught in an even weirder
nightmare the very thought of which made her blood freeze.

     For a long time Randall just studied her.  She was
wearing a frilly pink bra and matching panties.  She was also
wearing pantyhose and of course the heels.  The only
jewelry she had on was a modest string of pearls.

     "Lose the pantyhose, but not the shoes."  Penny stepped
out of her heels, slowly and carefully removed the hose, and
then stepped back into the shoes.  She walked over to the
table and lay the pantyhose next to the dress.  Then she
returned to her spot again.  She looked miserable.

     Randall really liked her legs.  They looked as great as
he'd remembered from the pool.  He stood up and removed
a rose from a nearby vase.  He walked up to her and held it
in front of her mouth.  "Open."  She did.  He placed the
stem across her teeth.  "Close."  Then he walked back and
picked up a camera off of the table.  She hadn't noticed it
before.  "Smile."

     'A camera?!'  She smiled a sickly smile.

     "No, smile."  She did a little better, but not much.  Click. 
She trembled at the sound of the shutter.

     "Obviously, we're going to have to do more to help you
get in the mood."  He walked around behind her.  She still
wore the rose in her teeth.  He stood there for long
moments, looking at her from the rear.  "Hold still."  He
unhooked the bra and pushed the straps off of her
shoulders.  She flinched and pressed her arms tightly against
her sides to hold the bra in place, but otherwise didn't resist. 
Randall walked around and hooked the bra with one finger,
right in the middle.  He pulled it forward and down until it
slid along her arms and off.  He tossed it lightly to the side. 
Penny's breasts were large and well formed.  They stood
just in the middle of her chest, neither high nor low.  They
showed not the slightest trace of sagging.  There were little
freckles and tiny dark nipples.  Randall reached up and
tweaked one of the little buds.  Immediately the skin of the
areola surrounding it tightened and she felt a tremendous
sexual rush.  He was surprised by the quickness and
intensity of the response.  She wasn't.  She had always been
extremely responsive to sexual stimuli.  As a young teenager
she had been secretly afraid she was some kind of
nymphomaniac.  For a long time she felt it might be a
punishment from God.  But she was never as religious as
her parents and outgrew that feeling years before.  She had
gone to college and learned that her feelings and bodily
responses were natural if a little extreme.  But still she was
careful not to give in to her desires, and had never been
sexually active.  She had always been a 'good' girl.  Yet here
she was.  Perhaps it was a judgement from God, after all.

     Randall looked down, the front of her panties already
showed a little damp spot.

     He touched the spot with his finger and said, "my, my." 
He looked into her face.  She stared pathetically back, 
breathing heavily through her nose and around the stem 
of the rose.

     He returned to his chair and picked up the camera. 
"Now smile like you meant it."  It really was a much better
smile.  A smile mixed with sexual heat.  Click, Click, Click.

     "O.K. lose the rose."  She walked over to set it next to
her dress and hose.  When she turned back he was standing
in front of her spot.  She walked over and stood facing him. 
She gazed straight ahead and tried to look through him.

     He waited a moment then reached out with one hand the
slipped a finger between her belly and the elastic band of her
panties.  Watching her expression he slid his finger slowly
and sensuously from side to side under the elastic band.  He
let the back of his finger rub lightly against her skin.  Her
face betrayed the passions she was feeling.  He looked down
and her damp spot had grown considerably.  A very unusual
and powerful reaction.  Especially considering the
circumstances.

     He got down on one knee until his face was directly in
front of her crotch.  Her legs were pressed closely together. 
He grabbed an ankle and, pulling it to the side, positioned
her feet about shoulder width apart.  Then he reached
up with both hands and pulled the sides of her panties down
until they were hugging her upper thighs.  The tangle of
pubic hair matched her glorious locks perfectly.  The crotch
of the panties was still pressed up against the bottom of her
pussy.  The rest of the panty was hanging down like a wilted
flower.

     He stood up and stepped around behind her to admire
her ass.  She didn't move but almost lost bladder control. 
She felt him touch the back of the neck with a single finger. 
Slowly his finger ran down her spine, continued through the
crack of her ass, and came to rest between the heavenly
warmth of her flesh and the damp cloth below.  She was
trying not to think about what was happening, but her
responses gave her away.

     Randall listened to the sound of her breathing.  It was
another most impressive betrayal of how quickly and
powerfully she had become aroused.  He wiggled his finger
gently.  Within seconds it was thoroughly soaked.  He
brought it up and sniffed.  What a great smell!

     He pushed his finger back against her wet flesh and
collected more of her juices.  Sliding his finger back up her
ass he stopped when the tip was just against her quivering
anus.  He could not only see but feel her trembling.  Gently
he pushed his slick finger into her tender hole.  She started
to moan.  He could feel the ring of flesh pressing tightly
against him.  He reached around with his other hand and felt
her breast.  The nipple was rock hard.  He squeezed it to
intensify her reaction and slid his finger a couple of inches in
and then back out of her anus.  She hissed through clenched
teeth.  Randall continued the intrusive pushing and pulling
action and let his other hand slide down across her breast,
past her belly, until his fingers were resting above her
clitoris.  He reached in and massaged the little nub.  She was
trembling vigorously and came so quickly it surprised him. 
He could feel her convulsions through the finger in her ass.

     He withdrew his fingers and left her there gasping for
breath and twitching.  He picked up the camera again. 
Click, Click, Click, Click, Click.

     "The panties."

     Tears of humiliation, sorrow, and lust, were coursing
down her face.  She pulled the panties the rest of the way
off and tossed them toward the table with her dress and
hose.  It was almost an act of defiance.  She missed and the
panties fell with a moist squish near the table leg.  She was
now facing him in only pearls and high heels.  Being forced
to come like that was the single most mortifying moment of
her life.  She couldn't even imagine what he was going to do
with the pictures, but that seemed almost insignificant
compared to everything else that was happening to her.

     He continued taking pictures until she caught her breath. 
"Lose the pearls."  She did.  He put the camera back on the
table, sat down and pointed at the floor in front of his feet. 
She walked over and stood before him.

     "On your knees."

     She lowered herself to her knees.  Her arms hung limply
at her sides.  He opened a drawer and removed a collar with
rings set into it.  It looked just like those worn by the other
women.  He held it so that she could see the inscription on
the side.  "Penny."  She swallowed.  He opened the collar
and held it in front of her.  He waited.  She looked into his
eyes.  Then she leaned forward and placed her neck into the
leather band.  He fastened it. Penny heard it click shut.  He
pulled out wrist and ankle restraints and made her put them
on herself.  When the last restraint was in place he tested
them for fit and pointed back at his feet.  She got back on
her knees facing him again.

     "How often do you masturbate, Penny?"  The question
shocked and embarrassed her.  This must be a judgement
from God.  And through her emotional turmoil and
confusion she was aware that he had called her Penny.  He
had always called her Miss Taylor.  He had never called her
Penny before.

     She shook her head as if in confusion.  He slapped her
across the face.  Not too hard, but not too gently either. 
She was shocked.  "You will answer my questions
immediately and truthfully.  How often?"

     She answered with a wide-eyed stare, "almost every
night."

     He sensed a deception.  "How often?"

     She looked into his eyes.  How had he known?  "With a
quaver in her voice she said, "usually two or three times a
night."

     Somehow Randall wasn't surprised.  She sounded not
just embarrassed but guilty.  He remembered some items in
her computer file and decided to take a little chance.  He
said, "yes, I am God."  He was pleased with the profound
look of disquiet this statement produced.  "At least, the only
god you need to worry about."

     She swallowed again and started to tremble.

     "You're still horny now, aren't you."

     She flushed.  "Yes," she answered in a very small voice.

     "What?"

     "Yes," she said louder.

     "Show me how you masturbate."

     She flushed even redder but brought her right hand up to
her crotch while still on her knees.  With her index and ring 
fingers she spread the large lips and then inserting her middle 
finger between them began to stroke her clit.  Up and down, 
then side to side, then up and down again.  She was going to 
come again if she kept that up.  Randall leaned forward and 
studied her hand position.  Then he picked up his camera 
and stood. He walked in a slow circle around her.  Click, 
Click, Click, Click, Click, Click, Click, Click.  He got a 
series of really impressive shots as she came for the second 
time.

     At the moment of climax she squeezed her eyes tightly
shut and tried to ignore the sound of the camera.  She was
aware that he was sitting in front of her again.  He was still
staring intently at her hand as she tapered off from her
climax.  Nervously she dropped her hand to her side.

     "Put it back."

     She did.  He reached over and showed her a different
way to finger herself.  "Try that."  He held his hand up
mimicking her own and showed her how to move her
fingers.

     She looked at him in some confusion.  What the hell was
this about?  She started doing it his way.  Within a few
moments was feeling an erotic rush like she had never
experience before.  Her mouth dropped open and she stared
up into his face as she continued beating off.

     It was a trick he had learned from Alexia.  "You like
that, huh?"

     She half nodded as she continued to finger herself.

     "O.K., that's enough for now."

     She didn't seem to hear him.  Her fingers were
accelerating as she got the hang of the new technique.

     He smiled.  This was exactly the kind of thing he needed
to enforce discipline.  With a tremendous swipe of his hand
he slapped hers away from her pussy.  "I said, that's enough
for now."  His tone was angry.  He reached over and
hooked one of her collar rings with his finger.  Drawing her
face close to his own he said, "You will take your pleasure
only at my pleasure.  Do you understand that perfectly?"

     "Y . . . yes."

     "You will call me Master unless strangers are around. 
Do you understand that as well?

     "Yes, . . . Master."

     He continued to hold her ring and look penetratingly into
her eyes for a long time.  Only when he could feel her
trembling and see the tears pooling did he turn her loose.

     He sat back.  She looked terribly shaken.  He was
considering what he had learned from Master Eugene.  Did
he want to have sex with her now or develop a greater sense
of control first.

     The Master, who was watching all this from a monitor in
another room was wondering the same thing.  What would
young Randall do now?

     He reached into another drawer and withdrew a complex
assemblage of chains and straps.

     'Humph,' thought Master Eugene.

     Looking into her eyes and toying with a dildo that
seemed to be part of the apparatus, Randall said, "You
really enjoy receiving pleasure.  How are you at giving it?"

     Penny looked confused, "I don't know . . . Master."

     "You've never had sex with anyone else?"

     "No, Master."

     "Not even sex play with a girlfriend?"

     "No, Master."

     Her reactions made it clear she hadn't.

     "Stand up."  She stood.

     "Turn around."  She turned.

     She heard some jingling behind her.  He grabbed her
right hand and pulled it up behind her so that her palm was
facing the ceiling and her thumb was near her left shoulder. 
It was a judo hold and made her joints ache.  She found
herself standing on tip toe in her high heels.  He clicked
something on to her wrist restraint and then clipped it to the
back of her collar.  She felt him release her hand but the
wrist stayed high on her back.  Within seconds he had
shackled her other wrist up against the other shoulder.  He
wrapped some kind of strap around her forearms where they
crossed to bind them together.

     "Turn around."  She turned again.

     Her breasts were pointing even higher toward him.  He
grabbed one nipple firmly with each hand and squeezed. 
There was something about the way he squeezed.  She
almost came in response.  He leaned over and kissed her. 
She kissed back.

     "You're a slutty little tart, aren't you?

     "W. . . what?"  There was a long pause while he eyed her
with disapproval.  "Master."

     "Better. . . .  I said, you're a slutty little tart, aren't you?

     "I don't think so, Master."  She expected to get slapped,
but he demanded obedience and to her that meant telling the
truth.

     "You don't, huh?"

     "No, Master."

     "But you do play with yourself several times every day,
don't you?"

     " . . .Yes, Master."

     "And you have sexual fantasies all the time, don't you?" 
It wasn't a difficult guess.

     She dropped her eyes.  ". . .Yes, Master."

     "And you just kissed me despite this whole situation,
didn't you?"

     "Yes, Master."

     "Then you are a slutty little tart, aren't you?"

     "Y . . . yes, Master."

     "Say it."

     "I'm a slutty little tart, Master."  She said it.  And what's
more, she believed it.

     "O.K., then let's see if you can give as good as you get." 
He released her nipples and reached over for what looked
like a dildo with straps attached.  It was built a little like a
sword with a hand guard.  There was a big dildo on one end
and a smaller one on the other side.  The straps were all
attached to the hand guard.

     "Open your mouth."  He pushed the smaller dildo into
her mouth until the flat hand guard was against her lips.  It
filled her mouth.  She could see the long flesh colored probe
shooting out before her face.  It was very realistic looking. 
He pulled the connecting straps around her head and
tightened them.  The contraption wasn't going anywhere.

     "Alright," he said, "come with me."  And with that he
turned and headed out the door.

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--End of Part 8 - Blackmailed Into Bondage - Zebulon - 

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