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 Author: Ribeye98
Title: Thornwood Episode III - In training
Part: 21 - 25 of 59
Summary: Rachel enters swim training while her spiral of arousal and
embarrassment continues.
Keywords: fsolo, mast, exhib, voy, humil, nc, mf, Mf, 1st, bd,
blackmail, toys, nosex
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********** Thornwood Episode III - In Training Part 21
   "Really, Rachel, you should have read the instruction manual more
carefully; at least the section about how to properly wear it."
   With her knees spread by the stroke machine, Coach Ron had easy access
between her legs.  He reached up and gently reinserted the pinnacle until
it fit tight against her vulva.  Then he pressed his thumb right into the
center of the disc.  The hard, rubbery dome gave way; caving in to his firm
touch.  But it popped right out again when he let go.  Rachel didn't feel
anything at first.  But Coach Ron continued pumping the center of the disc
in and out.
   After a few pumps she started to feel something happening.  As air
filled the chambers of the pinnacle, it was starting to expand.  Coach Ron
was inflating the anchor device inside her!  And locked into the stroke
trainer, Rachel was unable to stop him.
   With each pump, the rounded tip bulged out into a more bulbous shape and
forced itself deeper into her womb.  Rachel fought back by clamping her
muscles tightly over the shaft, but her juices worked against her allowing
the tip to burrow ever deeper with little resistance.  The core was
actually made up of several segments which expanded to provide stiffness
throughout its length.  The jointed segments also allowed the core to curve
slightly as it continued into virgin territory.
   Once it had grown to almost double its original length, it stopped
getting longer and started growing in every other direction.  The once tame
ridges turned into hard protrusions and fanned out from the core cylinder;
anchoring in Rachel's soft inner flesh.
   Rachel groaned and Coach Ron decided that was big enough.  Part of him
wanted to see the pinnacle pushed to its limit, but he didn't want to break
her!  He gave the pinnacle a little pat and she groaned again.  She thought
she was full before.  But now at double the girth she really knew what it
was like to be impaled on the pinnacle.
   Coach Ron resumed the demo and stayed around to watch.  Rachel winced
with every stroke but didn't raise a protest.  He was impressed.  He didn't
anticipate the nubile teen accommodating even this much.  She continued to
surpass his expectations.
   Before long the demo ended and the machine lowered Rachel down onto the
table.  Once her hands and feet were free, she rolled off onto the ground
and tried to get up.  At first she couldn't stand upright.  She had to bend
over the table and keep her feet spread.  She looked miserable and spent.
   When Marvin later reviewed his memory card full of pictures he figured
out what had happened.  But for now he was mostly clueless.  He thanked
Coach Ron for the help and said they had only one machine left; the stretch
trainer.
   Rachel hobbled over to the last machine and was happy to sit down on the
little padded seat.  The pinnacle had transformed from a mostly harmless
cylinder into a gigantic pussy torturing device.  The constant aching in
her loins made it hard to concentrate.  She just wanted it to be over so
she could get this terrible thing out of her.  Unable to focus on anything
but the pinnacle, she let Marvin choose the program; a big mistake.  She
dutifully inserted her arms and legs into their sockets and waited for the
last demo to begin.
   Marvin quickly scanned the help screen on the stretch trainer monitor.
It was meant to improve a swimmer's flexibility.  There was a simple demo
mode as well as something called intelligent learning mode.  But Marvin
preferred to make the most of his dwindling session with the naked
teenager. So he skipped past that and went straight to custom programming
mode.
   A 3d stick figure appeared on the screen the some standard stretch
options listed beside.  They were divided into targeted muscle groups. 
Marvin was delighted to discover he could build up a stretch routine for
the machine to follow.  He could also add custom positions by moving the
joints on the stick figure.  Not only could put Rachel in his favorite
poses, he was allowed to take photographs the whole time.  Controlling a
naked female with a robot was one of his greatest fantasies.  And he was
living it!
   When Marvin pressed `go', the machine sprang to life pulling Rachel into
a standing position.  The girl's eyes went wide in surprise and momentary
discomfort.  Marvin began quickly snapping pictures as she was spread into
an X shape.  Rachel tugged against the sockets but her muscles were too
weak and she had no leverage.  After a moment, the machine shifted forcing
her back to a sitting position.  Rachel was looking around wildly in shock.
The last demo she saw hadn't involved such rough handling.  She was being
tossed around like a rag doll.
   The next position made Marvin's eyes bulge out.  Now that she was
sitting, the machine pulled the girl's legs straight out into splits and
her arms were pulled back behind her.  Rachel's magnificent mounds were
thrust out for maximum exposure.  Her breathing was heavy.  Her vaginal
muscles made an involuntary spasm now trying to expel the pinnacle.  But
the attempt was feeble and fruitless.  Even with her legs spread fully
apart, it was anchored so well inside her that it didn't budge.  Rachel
groaned.
   Marvin's camera whirred as he pressed the shutter button as fast as he
could go.  Rachel hung her head in shame as the machine worked through
different positions.  Each pose seemed more humiliating than the last. 
Occasionally another contraction would hit between her legs.  She could not
control them or anticipate them and they did nothing to dislodge the
pinnacle.  And her face was not able to hide what was happening as she
contorted from the exertion.
   Finally the program came to its last, most glorious pose.  Rachel was
placed with her legs down in a regular sitting position.  Her feet and
knees were pulled apart until her thigh muscles strained and her crotch was
thrust forward.  Then her arms were crossed over and behind her head to
accentuate her bosom.  Rachel had used up all her blushes on Marvin.  She
had no fight left.  She just sat there and let him enjoy her utter
nakedness and exposure.  Marvin took in the sight for a moment then lifted
his camera for some more pictures.
   Before ending the session, Marvin was struck with one more idea.  He
wanted to put the naked girl on her knees before him.  He had to have a
picture of Rachel in a blowjob pose.  If she was as horny as she looked,
maybe he could even get a real blow job from her...TO BE CONTINUED
   Thornwood Episode III - In Training Part 22
   Drunk on power, Marvin turned to the machine to pause the program and
insert his last position.  But before he got there, his camera started
beeping.
   **No, no, NO!  I knew I should have grabbed the big chip!
   He was out of memory.  Marvin considered running back to the yearbook
office to grab another memory card.  But just then the program ended and
released his captive.  He cursed his stupidity, though he should have been
happy.  Rachel had given him enough erotic material to last forever.  But
the rest of his life, Marvin always wondered what that last pose would have
looked like...and led to.
   Rachel walked bowlegged back to the changing room.  She was physically,
emotionally and mentally drained.  She had just endured the most
humiliating thing a teenage girl could imagine; a naked photo shoot with a
horny nerd.  Not to mention the pinnacle still doing its best to split her
in two.
   Her shower could wait.  She desperately needed to relieve the pressure.
She waddled through the shower room to her locker, pulled her swim cap off
and sat.  Her first attempts at extraction failed miserably.  Next she
leaned against the walls for support.  Even straining with both hands, she
made no progress.  Fear started to creep in.  What if she had to wear this
home, or have it surgically removed?  No.  This was one thing she had to do
on her own.  And she couldn't put it off until later.  She tried to relax
and think.  But no matter how she stood or sat, she could not relieve the
constant aching pressure on her sensitive loins.  Rachel started to break
down and cry.
   Coach Ron was still in his office.  He was on a phone call with the
mysterious and generous swim program benefactor named Bystander.  Last time
they talked, Bystander had made it clear that Coach Ron had him to thank
for his continued employment at Thornwood.  And his only request, for now,
was to be notified of any new developments relating to the well being and
success of the team.
   Rachel's suspension sure qualified as a new development.  Bystander
didn't offer his opinion on the matter and sounded bored with the details.
But he perked up when Coach Ron brought up Rachel's new uniform
modification.  He was very interested to learn that it was Ron's buddy,
Pete who had designed the pinnacle.
   When he heard crying coming from the locker room, Coach Ron politely
tried to wrap up the conversation so he could go investigate.  But
Bystander made him describe every detail of Pete's modifications.  But by
the time Bystander released him to peek out his door and see what was going
on, the crying had stopped.
   The sight was completely unexpected.  Rachel was in the locker room
fighting with the pinnacle.  She had averted a total breakdown by getting
mad.  She rallied and channeled her anger toward beating the pinnacle.
   With new determination, she rolled over on her hands and knees.  Then
she spread her knees as far as they would go on the wide bench without
falling off.  She reached up under her to grasp the pinnacle with both
hands.  This position put her face down on the bench with her ass high in
the air.  Her head and knees formed a tripod.  She was facing away from the
office so Coach Ron had a perfect view to watch the proceedings from behind
without being seen.
   **I'm going to read the directions...front to back...when I get home**
she thought between grunts.
   **I'm not letting this fucking thing anywhere near my crotch until I
figure out how it works.
   Her fingers ached, yet she refused to let go of the disc until she had
made at least some sort of progress.  With great effort and concentration,
she finally felt the pinnacle move a tiny bit.  It wasn't much; just enough
to get a better grip with her fingers.  The large amount of lubrication
which should have been aiding her was only making it slippery to hold.  The
anchor was set well.
   Her breasts hung down and touched the bench.  Her nipples got hard as
they rubbed the wooden surface in time with her tugs.  They began radiating
arousal which made Rachel even angrier.  She tugged harder and her grunts
got louder.
   Coach Ron's mouth hung open.  He was unable to look away and couldn't
stop himself from moving closer.  But he did so quietly so as not to
disturb the erotic scene.
   Rachel felt like she was making progress, but she was sacrificing her
body to do it.  Not only was she fighting with a giant erection, but she
was also stimulating her sensitive nipples in the process.  Each tug turned
her on a bit more.  If she didn't succeed soon, she was likely to climax
with it inside her and she was afraid she might break herself if that
happened.  It was a race against time.
   "uh...uh...uh....ngg" the seconds passed as she panted in time with her
tugs.  Her naked body shook.  A sheen of sweat appeared.  By now Rachel
wasn't sure if she was grunting from exertion or arousal.  She suspected
both.
   **I can feel it moving.  It's out at least an inch now.  Stay focused.
You can make it.
   She was barely staying ahead of her arousal.  But her mind chose that
moment to betray her.  In a moment of weakness, Rachel imagined that
instead of the pinnacle, it was Tommy's erect penis buried to the hilt
inside her.  An involuntary spasm in her vagina drew the pinnacle back
inside; erasing all the progress she had made to that point.
   Rachel's fingers slipped and she let go of the disc; crying out in
frustration.  Still she refused to give up.  This position had the best
chance of succeeding.  But her neck was getting tired along with her knees,
so she turned her head to the other side.  She would have seen Coach Ron
standing nearby, except her hair fell over and stuck to her face obscuring
her sight.  Almost being caught broke the spell for Coach Ron.  He quietly
backed away into his office.  All he could say when he closed the door was
"wow".
   Meanwhile Rachel was gearing up for another run at extraction.  Her body
was surging with hormones which maintained her endurance.  She didn't know
how much longer she could keep this up without coming.  If she came, her
chemical high would dissipate but she would still have this thing stuck
inside her.  It was critical that she get it out before that happened.
   Her fingers were tired by now and too slippery.  She looked around for
something to dry them on.  The closest towel was across the room.  But
Rachel didn't even want to think about walking again with the monster
phallus still impaling her.  The only thing within reach was her jean
skirt. So she dried her fingers on that before reaching back down between
her legs with renewed resolve.
   This time she picked a slightly different grip and it made all the
difference.  The protective disc was now suctioned to her vulva.  With some
effort she slowly worked her thumbs up under the disc as far as they would
go.  She took a deep breath then squeezed her eyes shut for the coming
effort.
   With her first yank, something miraculous happened.  The tip of her
thumb depressed a little valve at the base of the cylinder.  Air suddenly
started rushing out over her hand as the entire pinnacle began to deflate.
Rachel let out a squeal of relief as the tip gradually retracted from her
tender womb.  When it had shrunk enough, the entire device simply popped
out in un-climactic fashion.  Rachel collapsed onto the bench and quietly
wept...TO BE CONTINUED
   Thornwood Episode III - In Training Part 23
   "Get me the file on a Pete Dinnacre.  He works in supply for the
aquatics division."
   "Yes, sir" guessing from the smile on Bystander's face, Grigor could
tell he had received some good news.  "Is this about the Thornwood
project?'
   Bystander looked lost in thought for a moment.  There was a familiar
gleam in his eye as he worked out something.  Then he turned to Grigor. 
"Yes!  And Coach Ron just gave me an idea.  If it works we will be able to
upgrade the Thornwood project success status to `probable', but we have to
move fast.  Get me in touch with someone in product development at our
adult toy's division.  I need to find out more about a product called the
Pussifier.  And then I want to talk to the man who converted it into...the
Pinnacle." It sure sounded like a breakthrough had occurred.  Grigor
quickly got to work.
   From his office, Coach Ron heard Rachel's cry of relief.  The noises
continued sporadically for several minutes as Rachel cried out from muscle
spasms.  But he didn't dare open his door or investigate further. 
Eventually when the contraction had stopped and a dull soreness set in,
Rachel dragged herself over to the showers and turned on the water.
   After a few minutes under the shower, Rachel built up the courage to
inspect her nether region.  Judging by the pain, she fully expected to find
an unholy gaping mess down there.  But other than a bit of redness around
the edges, everything had returned to normal.  Her plump pussy lips were
back in place over her intimate treasures.  She even found her clitoris
bulging out between the folds of her inner lips.  One tweak confirmed
everything was still in working order.  It turns out the anatomy of a young
healthy teenage girl is more than capable of accommodating even the
incredible length and girth of a fully expanded pinnacle with no lasting
surface effects.
   While she looked and felt normal on the surface, her insides were a
different matter.  It is a strange sensation to be filled that completely
for so long.  She felt like part of her was missing now that the pinnacle
was removed.  She flexed her vaginal muscles but with nothing to grip onto,
it was like making an empty fist.
   She noticed the pinnacle's absence again on the walk home.  The light
breeze blew up under her skirt and onto her bare mound.  She wondered if it
had been fully inflated during the photo shoot or not.  She hoped she would
never find out, but she did miss the security of the protective outer disc
and felt exposed without it.
   When she got home, Rachel made her way to the upstairs bathroom.  This
was the only room left in the house where she had any privacy.  Richard
somehow kept forgetting to get the right equipment to fix the carpet so her
bedroom door was still missing.  She had looked around her room for the
instruction manual, but only found the one page introductory flier. 
Thinking she had accidentally thrown it away, Rachel scanned the flier for
any further clues.  That's when she noticed the url at the bottom.
   **Maybe I can find an electronic copy of the manual on their website.
   Almost on a whim she picked up the box again.  Turning it over, she
found a surprise.  A little plug was retracted and attached to the bottom
of the box.
   **Why would the pinnacle need to be charged?  There's nothing electronic
in here.
   She opened the box to see the pinnacle sitting in its cradle.  With no
metal contacts, she was sure it couldn't be used for charging.  But Rachel
had never heard of induction charging which doesn't require direct contact.
She concluded that the website would solve the mystery.
   A knock on the door interrupted her and made her jump.
   "um, just a minute."
   "No rush, Rach.  I just wanted to give you something."
   **Eric?  Give me something?
   She searched frantically for a place to hide the pinnacle.  Privacy
around the house had dwindled for Rachel.  She was determined to maintain
this one exception.  She couldn't let anyone, especially Eric, know about
the pinnacle.  It was just too embarrassing.  She tossed the box into the
bathtub and pulled the curtain closed before opening the door.
   Eric had barely said two words to Rachel all week.  She was not prepared
to interact with him yet.  So much had happened between them since she
arrived last week.  Being on an emotional and sexual roller coaster ever
since wasn't helping.
   "I haven't had the chance to say sorry for what happened to your stuff
at the storage building."
   Rachel nodded acceptance.  She still didn't quite trust Eric.  She
wanted to see where he was going with this.
   "Tommy and I are hanging out tonight" Eric paused to see Rachel's
reaction to the mention of Tommy.  But he saw little other than a brief
glance to the side.  "Anyway, I wanted to help out." He handed Rachel a $50
bill.  "My grandma sent it for my college fund, but I figured you could use
it more...at least until your insurance money arrives or whatever."
   Rachel felt like she had just received the greatest gift in the world.
She accepted the cash gratefully.  The money was spent in a matter of
seconds as she started dreaming about what she could buy with it.  She
would take a shopping trip first thing after school tomorrow.  She would
bum a ride or even walk to the store if Susan refused to take her.
   "Thanks, Eric." She beamed as she gave him a hug.
   In her excitement, Rachel started jumping up and down and giggling as
soon as Eric was out of sight.  Her waistless skirt dropped to the floor
right on cue, but she didn't care.  She went back to her room bottomless
and put the cash in the safest place she had; her backpack.  It would be
taken from her before she ever got the chance to spend it...TO BE CONTINUED
   Thornwood Episode III - In Training Part 24
   Once he had formed his plan, Bystander worked quickly and with
incredible efficiency.  He expected those around him to act just as
diligent.  As he poured over schematics of the pussifier, he was thoroughly
impressed by the sheer amount of technology packed into such a small
device. He made a note to give bonuses to the product's development team.
   His first concern was ensuring acceptance by the student to whom it had
been issued.  That she had already accepted the uniform was a good sign. 
She had the potential to be a great breakthrough for his global nudity
initiative.
   All pussifiers in stock were already being reworked and repackaged as
pinnacles.  Bystander intended to combine them with uniforms like Rachel's
to be marketed to early adopters and enthusiasts always on the lookout for
a competitive edge.  Bystek would then offer the pinnacle suit to other
organized swim teams.
   Nationwide adoption was inevitable.  Before long young swimmers on teams
everywhere would be shedding their traditional swimsuits for a pinnacle
uniform.  It was only a matter of time after that before the trend spread
to mainstream and casual swimmers the world over.
   Authorities and other potential hindrances could be manipulated just as
easily as the Thornwood school board.  Bystander had hooks into every major
legislature in the U.S.  Even court challenges would be a cakewalk.  He had
already placed a call to the head of the World Aquatic Governing Board. 
The pinnacle's approval would be fast-tracked for use in international
competition.
   The early days were the most critical.  Making such a revolutionary
product seem legitimate was a key component.  Pete deserved credit for his
packaging and promotional sheet.  It was truly visionary.  But the embedded
technology was equally as important; particularly the wireless transceiver.
With a simple firmware update, all of Bystek Aquatic's training equipment
could be modified to communicate with pinnacle.  The old transceivers which
clipped to traditional swimsuits monitored vital signs.  They were now
obsolete compared to the pinnacle.  Beyond that, the training equipment
could even send commands to activate any other function of the pinnacle.
   The possibilities were endless.  Bystander's job was to deploy all his
resources to make the most of the opportunity...and he was very good at his
job.
   Eric's gift put Rachel in a much better mood.  One little sunbathing
picture seemed trivial now after all she had been through with the yearbook
nerd.  It was high time she consider forgiving her friend and making
amends. The strife between them had been weighing on her for days.  Just
considering the end of her strife with Eric made a weight lift from her
shoulders.
   The stress unwound off her as she let go of the anger which had festered
toward Eric.  She sat down on the bed and her whole body relaxed into a
more comfortable state.  Another sensation arose to replace the fading
stress.  She had experienced arousal many times in the days since the
tryout.  But they had all been under duress.  This one came on more gently.
She cooed; freeing her hands to roam all over.  She was back to enjoying
her young body in the only manner available to an innocent teenager.
   With a shrug, she opened her vest to explore the mounds underneath.  Her
hard nipples beckoned, but even in her reverie she had enough sense to
avoid those.  Her arousal grew.  Inevitably her hands moved between her
legs and started to massage the stress from her pussy lips.  The session
continued for couple minutes until she nearly forgot her troubles
completely.  She could have allowed herself to go all the way down the road
to orgasmic bliss; given a bit more privacy.  Alas, she had none.  She
could not close the door to her room because she had no door.
   No matter how much Rachel wanted to forget her troubles and enjoy
herself, the world intruded even the privacy of her own bed.  Reasserting
her will, she forced her body to resist the urge to escalate.  Eventually
her body relented and her arousal leveled off.
   As the urgency for release gradually declined, she turned her attention
to the evening ahead.  The first order of business, before beginning her
evening chores, was to check Bystek aquatic's website for more information
about the pinnacle.
   Awash in hormonal bliss, Rachel considered the consequences of going
downstairs naked.  But Richard was probably down there watching TV.  He
spent more evenings at home lately.
   **It would be fun to tease him.  I could always slip on my apron if I
get uncomfortable.
   But the computer did not qualify as an appropriate activity for a naked
girl.  So she got dressed before going downstairs.  Rachel still got an eye
full from Richard upon entering the room.  The most modest outfit she owned
still displayed her assets quite nicely.  She was glad she had chosen to
put her clothes back on.  Trying not to dwell on Richard's stare, she sat
down to use the computer.
   Bystek.com didn't have anything on its home page about the pinnacle. 
Rachel expected that.  It was a big aquatic supply company with thousands
of products.  She browsed through different categories of their online
catalog without success.  After a few minutes fear started to creep in. 
She told herself to stop worrying; that she would find it soon enough.  But
the more she scanned, the more unsettled she became.  A heavy knot formed
in her stomach as she imagined the worst case scenario.
   **What if the pinnacle isn't a real product?  If it is a lie, how much
else is?  What if I've been tricked all along by some great conspiracy? 
What if everyone is just manipulating me to get me naked?  What if...
   "I was right about your outfit, wasn't I?  You made it through school
just fine." Susan walked into the room just then and interrupted Rachel's
spiral of doubt.
   The spiral stopped but the doubt remained.  Rachel stared at the
computer screen praying for some evidence to magically appear.  She typed
`Bystek pinnacle' into a search engine and fruitlessly scrolled through the
irrelevant results.  Hope wilted.
   "Rachel!" Susan repeated her question more forcefully after being
ignored the first time, "Did you have any problems with your outfit today?"
   "No" then Rachel remembered how her vest sprang open in first period. 
"I mean yes.  I don't think the magnets are strong enough." She pulled the
skimpy vest tight over her chest and resumed her desperate search for the
truth.
   "I can fix that easily enough" Susan left the room for a minute and came
back with her sewing kit.  "Let me see your vest."
   **What?!
   Rachel suspended her search and stared at Susan with incredulity.  The
woman meant to take her top away right in front of Richard.  Only minutes
ago she would have accepted it as a fair request and complied.  But Rachel
was suddenly much less trusting and much more skeptical of Susan's motives.
   The skeptical Rachel took offense and wanted to flatly refuse the
request.  To willfully betray her modesty by disrobing in front of a man
was foolish.  The obvious path was to remain clothed until her doubt was
resolved.  Why then did she find herself wavering on the decision?
   **How can I be sure without proof either way?  I don't have any evidence
except Coach Ron.  Can I trust him?  Can I trust anyone?
   Susan was getting impatient.  Rachel knew the right thing to do.  She
should protest and stand firm.  But at the last moment logic failed her and
her mind convinced her there was another path.  The pattern of
rationalization is hard to break; even in the face of obvious folly.
   **He's already seen me naked several times.  I need a few more minutes
to find the pinnacle online.  Surely I can endure that.  The longer I
delay, the more silly it will look.  Better to just get it over with...God,
I hope I'm not making a huge mistake.
   Before she could change her mind again, Rachel stripped her vest off and
handed it to the waiting woman.  Susan hid her victory smile as she sat
back down and started to work.  Seeing Rachel in just a miniskirt clearly
drove Richard wild.  But he could only watch for now.  Susan had just
earned herself another night of sexual satisfaction...TO BE CONTINUED
   Thornwood Episode III - In Training Part 25
   Rachel realized her mistake almost as soon as she let go of the vest. 
But to ask for it back would mean more embarrassment.  She had bet
everything on finding the pinnacle.  She turned back to the computer screen
now topless and even more desperate.  Her body betrayed her true feelings
and her skin turned bright red under Richard's lusty gaze.
   With her hands shaking she could barely control the mouse or type
anything.  Her nipples stiffened into points as hormones flooded her
system. She wilted under Richard's relentless gaze.  Despite being barely
dressed, the air felt uncomfortably hot and stuffy.
   **I can't do this.  I've got to get out of here.
   "Um, I better get the laundry started." She stood up and faced away from
Richard to help hide her bare chest.
   Eric's mom made sure to remind her of the apron waiting on the dryer,
"and don't forget to wash your skirt."
   Once out of sight, Rachel collapsed against the wall.  If her suspicion
was true, she had just let Richard see her topless for no good reason.  She
spent so much time adjusting to necessary exposure; she had forgotten the
sensation she got from improper exposure.
   On the topic of arousal, Rachel had once heard a saying "Men are like
microwaves, women are like ovens." Men could be turned on instantly while
women usually had to warm up to it.  But leaning against the wall, she felt
like her body had become a microwave.  At the slightest opening, it flew
into a frenzy of arousal which could only be abated with immediate direct
intervention.  She dropped her skirt to the floor and soothed her loins
with another mini-bate.  She chastised herself for losing control and
stopped as soon as she was able.  Then she adorned her apron and started
the laundry.
   **You must get through this.
   Even if Rachel had been tricked, all hope was not lost.  She reminded
herself she had friends like Ellie.  And surely she could count on Eric. 
He would never be part of such a conspiracy.  If she survived tonight,
Rachel could use the money from Eric to buy some real clothes.  Then she
could confront Coach Ron and get the truth about the pinnacle.  She would
insist on a proper uniform.  She could do damage control at the yearbook
office by demanding the photos be destroyed.  The wheels began spinning.
   **All is not lost.  How hard can it be to stay away from Richard for one
evening?  Preserve your modesty tonight and restore it tomorrow.
   The challenge was on.  The only Tuesday chore beside laundry was
mopping. While the washing machine worked through its cycle, Rachel went
into the kitchen and filled a bucket with water.  She avoided the chemicals
this time.  Water would have to suffice.  As she worked, Rachel kept her
senses keen for any sign of Richard.
   She crept around the house in her apron hurriedly cleaning any hard
floors she found.  This was no time for role playing or teasing.  She
stayed on edge the whole time; listening intently for the sound of anyone
approaching.  When she was done, Rachel breathed a sigh of relief.  She
dumped out the dirty water and started to carry her supplies back to the
closet.  Thinking her ordeal was over; Rachel let her guard down for a
moment.  That mistake landed her in a fateful trap; one which would blow
away her plans of preserving modesty.
   The cleaning supply closet was at the end of the hall next to the master
bedroom.  Rachel had just opened the closet door when she heard Richard
stand up out of his recliner in the living room.  "I'm going to get some
take out for dinner.  What would you like?"
   Richard's words didn't register with the poor girl.  All she sensed was
that Richard was coming this way for some reason.  She had to escape!
   Rachel should have calmly walked back down the hall before Richard got
there.  But in her panic she didn't see that obvious escape route.  She
only saw the bedroom, the closet, and the garage.  The closet was too small
to fit in.  How stupid would she look if she was caught trying to hide in
there?  She didn't want to be anywhere near Richard's bedroom dressed like
this.  At least the garage was dark.  Rachel made up her mind and dove
through the door.
   But then Richard's words registered and she realized she had made
another mistake.  Since he was driving, Richard would have to come into the
garage.  Her eyes slowly adjusted to the dark room and she looked around
frantically for something else to hide behind.  A trash can?  No.  Nothing
else was big enough; other than the car itself.
   **I must get back inside the house.  And quickly, before he gets here!
   But just as Rachel turned around, the garage lights came on.  The mostly
naked girl was bathed in harsh brightness and the big garage door began to
open behind her.  Blinded by the lights Rachel didn't dare try to run now.
She just backed up against the wall as Richard appeared in the doorway.
   "Rachel, what on Earth are you doing out here?"
   Rachel held the mop over her exposed bosom and searched her brain for a
valid excuse.  "I get embarrassed and aroused when you see my naked body
and I was trying to hide from you" was not going to cut it.  But Richard
wasn't going anywhere until she answered him.
   "I...I wanted to...to...come with you?"...TO BE CONTINUED
  
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