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   Travels with Misha.  Pt8


A week into the new school term and Misha had yet to settle. Previously she had been able to tell herself that her cousins were miles away and that she was surrounded by girls.

That was still the case, of course, but she was all too well aware that Marty and that seemingly huge cock were only a few hundred yards away.

The memory of trying to get as much of his cock into her mouth filled her head every night before she fell asleep.

It was almost another week before she happened across Marty as he headed out of the school gates as she was coming in.

"Hi" she said hesitantly

"Hello Misha. I'm going to college."

"Can I see you sometime?"

"I'll invite you"

and with that he was gone.

The days passed and then. Amongst the emails from dad, Adam, Luke and Eddie came one from Marty.

"Which afternoon could you come to tea?" it asked pointedly.

Misha knew that the caretakers cottage was officially out of bounds and that any proper request to go to tea with Marty would be refused.

Deciding that she could, in all probability, slip away from the interhouse hockey qualifiers on Wednesday she replied.

Sure enough, as the school rallied around the pitch to cheer on their respective house teams, Misha slipped away.

She checked carefully before finally pushing past the gate and hurrying down the path to the front door, where she knocked and waited nervously.

Marty opened the door and ushered her into a cozy kitchen.

"You mustn't be seen at the door" he breezed "next time just come into the kitchen."

"Ok" she smiled

"This is uncle Joe" announced Marty as the caretaker stomped into the room and sat down at the table.

Misha hovered uncomfortably as Marty busied himself with a tray and then went to follow him as he made his way to the door.

"Misha'll be along in a minute Marty" snapped uncle Joe as h grabbed her wrist and encouraged her into a chair.

"Pleased to meet you" she offered hesitantly

"Umm. That's as maybe but I need a word or two."

Misha nodded and sat back, trying to relax.

"Marty's a bright boy when it comes to electronics and computers and stuff" announced his uncle "but he ain't so bright with other things. I mean, he can be a bit blunt and he often says more than he should."

Misha nodded.

"You'd do well to make the position clear young lady"

"I'm not sure I understand ....."

"Umm. Well, Marty told me about your train ride."

Misha blushed.

"Told me about you and a boy named, um, Steve something or other too"

Misha blushed still further.

"said something about you sharing a blanket with an older man an all."

"I, I er, I'm not sure what to say." She stammered

"Don't say nothing to me. Just seems that Marty is a convenient cock to a girl like you. No don't get all offended, but it seems that you got your fair share of, er, admirers."

Misha tried not to fidget.

"Anyways, if you don't want Marty claiming you as his one true love you need to tell him now. Tell him that you're his school time girlfriend or something. Whatever happens I don't want that boy hurt."

Misha nodded "I understand"

"Another thing. You and I both know that this place is out of bounds for you girlies. If you get caught I'll deny ever having met you. Understand?"

Misha nodded

"Right then, follow me, I'll take you through to the lounge."

Misha followed Uncle Joe out of the door that Marty had left through, down a short corridor and into another room.

Marty as at the far end but before she turned to him her eyes scanned the clutter about her.

To her left was a dining able and chairs but you could only just make them out under the weight of "stuff" piled on and around them.

She glimpsed standard lamps, school chairs, and old gramophone and even a battered vaulting horse that looked like the school had thrown it out in the last century.

The girl became aware of the door shutting behind her and Marty coughing to get her attention. She hurried towards him.

The clear area of the room contained an old sofa with big uprights and ornate ties holding the back and sides in place. Around it were several comfy looking arm chairs. The seating was arranged around an open fire, in which a small fire burned, a coffee table cluttered with tea cups plates and cakes and a TV off to one side.

The boy made sure she was seated and then poured tea. 

They ate and drank in comparative silence until Misha decided to try and explain.

"Listen Marty" she started "You know that we have to be secret friends"

The boy nodded.

"And you know that we can't be friends away from school"

The boy nodded again but more hesitantly
"I know that I can trust you to keep our secret can't I?"

"Of course" Marty exploded "I'd never tell anybody anything."

Misha smiled

"But you do like me?" he queried "and trust me?"

"Of course I do Marty" she replied.

A shadow moved past the window.

"That'll be Uncle Joe going out" the boy announced

"Misha, can I touch you?"

"I was kinda hoping you might" she grinned

Marty sprang up, took her empty cup and plate and cleared the ray away. He bounded back in an instant, hands full of cords and ties like the ones you might find in big old houses tied around curtains or on bell pulls.

Misha giggled at his obvious excitement.

"Can I tie you up" he gushed

"What?" she queried, shocked.

"I want to tie you up. You do trust me don't you?"

"Yeah I do but..."

"Good" he announced as he slipped one knee between her thighs to reach her wrist.

Misha was instantly aware of the proximity of his knee to her crotch. Aware that her skirt was riding up to accommodate the intrusion and slightly flustered but the slightly aroused boy smell that wafted towards her.

She found herself watching as Marty efficiently tied each wrist before securing them to the poles rising from either end of the sofa.

"I'm kinda helpless and at your mercy now" she giggled.

"I know" the boy replied and he bound her ankles in much the same way, tugging them wide apart as he did so.

He moved behind her, out of sight and then returned with a dark scarf with which he bound her eyes.

"I was hoping to see you, you know, kinda undressed" she admitted as he secured the blindfold.

"Maybe next time" he muttered as he busied himself.

Then he was before her once again, one knee pressed up against her crotch. He kissed her. She kissed him back.

She felt his fingers on her shirt and held her breath as he fumbled with each of the buttons in turn.

She exhaled as her shirt was roughly tugged open.

"Oh a front clasp" she heard him say before her bra came undone and her breasts were exposed.

Misha gasped as his hands found her nipples and it was Marty's turn to giggle.

He broke off for a moment but Misha could feel his knee against her crotch and his movements as he sorted something out alongside the pair.

"Marty" she hissed "what you doing?"

 "You'll see" he replied

Despite the heavy padding and the rather gentle springs, Misha still yelped as each of the crocodile clips was attached to a nipple.

She briefly felt the cool graze of the chain linking the two clips as it bounced against her flesh. Then Marty took hold of the chain and tugged.

Misha gasped with each tug and with each new direction the boy chose to send her nipples.

She was aware that he was trying to hoist her skirt up with his other hand. She lifted herself as best she could and he thanked her politely.

From the combination of draft, texture change and imagination Misha saw herself in her minds eye. She knew that her skirt was round her waist and that her plain white panties provided her only protection against his lust.

The chain dropped onto her skin once more as the boy shifted about again. There was a cold pressure against the outside of her thigh, a rough hiss, and her panties sagged. Before she could react Marty cut through the other leg of her panties and tore away the redundant material.

"Wet" he announced "You shouldn't wear wet panties."

Misha was aware that she was fully exposed and completely helpless.

As the chain started to tug and his finger slipped between her cunt lips she gasped again.

Her senses reeled as he toyed with her and then, quite suddenly, she exploded.

"Did you like that one?"

"uh-huh" she managed, realising that he wasn't kneeling between her legs anymore.

Misha became aware of a slight buzzing. Before she had a chance to ask about it a hard, cool, pulsating object parted her flesh.
"oh jeezzzzzz!" she squealed as the vibrator slid up her passage and Marty started tugging on those chains once more.

The second orgasm was only moments away and she let it wash over her like a warm shower.

Marty removed the vibrator whilst she came back to earth.

He was quick enough to re-insert it though, this time on a higher setting, and Misha whimpered as he pushed it home.

She was aware of his leaving her. She heard, with enormous clarity, him discarding his jeans and then she felt the sofa move as he climbed on to stand straddling her captive body.

She could smell the tangy precum smell as he moved closer and needed no invitation to bring her head forward to engage the monster.

Marty filled her mouth quickly with warm sticky jism. It was more than she could manage and Misha became acutely aware of the trickle running down her chin and onto her bare torso.

She was equally aware of the flash of light. Instantly, she recognised a camera flash.

"No Marty. No pictures" she hissed.

He turned the vibrator up a notch and she squirmed as he snapped a few more.

Finally, he took pity and added his fingers to the mix to ensure her third orgasm of the afternoon.

Misha didn't move as he untied her. When the blindfold was eventually undone she glanced down cautiously.

Her nipples were red and swollen but undamaged. Her legs were splayed wide apart and her cunt lips were also red and swollen and, when she touched herself, extremely sensitive.

She dressed quietly.

"Panties?" she asked quietly.

"In the fire"

"Oh"

"Best not wear them next time."

"Maybe not" she agreed. "this is our secret right?"

"of course" the boy replied

"We don't even tell Uncle Joe huh"

"I tell Uncle Joe everything" Marty said firmly. "I'm here most afternoons - come back whenever you can."

Misha joined the throng heading away from the hockey pitch. She listened carefully and by the time the girls sat down for their evening meal she was able to join in the conversation with quips about this play or that. Nobody seemed to have missed her.

Misha stayed away. She stayed away for 8 days.

On the 9th she cautiously pushed open the kitchen door.

"Come on in girlie" snarled uncle Joe.

He waited until she had closed the door behind her before popping his head out of the far door and shouting into the corridor.

"The girl's come back for more of what yer giving her" he bellowed.

Misha stood silently, listening to the footsteps overhead, the thunder as they came down the stairs two at a time and hurtled towards the kitchen.

"Hello Misha" panted Marty.

"Hi" she smiled

"Can we go through?" Marty asked his uncle.

Uncle Joe nodded curtly, Marty held out his hand and Misha took it gratefully.

Was she surprised to be tied to the sofa a few minutes later?

Was she surprised that she was naked save for one errant sock?

Not really. Nor was she surprised at the pleasure/pain in her nipples from the crocodile clips, or the vibrator within her cunt.

She left an hour and 10 minutes later.

She had come three times and swallowed his juice twice.

Three days later it was Misha shouting "hello" into the hallway.

This time Marty took her down the hall to a small dresser.

He took a cloth covered box out of a cupboard, slipped away the cloth and let her look at the goodies within. Her goodies. 

She saw the crocodile clips softened with faded red velvet. The ropes and swags that bound her and the shiny pale plastic head that would soon be inside her.

Marty applied the blindfold in the hall. He helped her out of her clothes in the hall. He guided her into the room. Tied her as normal. Clamped her nipples. Fucked her with the vibrator and then climbed up and astride her so that he could fuck her throat.

When next she visited he changed the game slightly.

When she peered into the box the clips had been bared. No more faded red velvet. 

The pain as he applied them to her nipples, whilst she stood naked in the hallway, made her yelp and whine. She moved to take them off. He stopped her, removed them himself and then bound her arms behind her back.

Then he re-applied the crocodile clips, waited until she got the pain under control and led her into the room by the chain hanging below her breasts.

This time he sat and held the vibrator whilst she wriggled and writhed in order to pleasure herself with it. Then he tugged the chain until she sank to her knees and pleasured himself with her mouth.

She left sore and angry.

She returned two days later.

Misha didn't argue when the clips were applied to her nipples. Marty smiled at her as she gasped and wheezed until the initial pain subsided. Then he turned her to bind her hands.

Unexpectedly he pushed her back against the wall. His hand was between her thighs and he found her wet and anxious.

He grinned, slipped the vibrator into her and tugged her forward.

The girl stumbled behind him, trying to walk and hold the vibrator in place as she did so.

The first orgasm washed over her as she entered the room.

"Come on in girl" snapped uncle Joe.

"Marty!" she hissed

Marty tugged on her lead and she stumbled on, glancing towards Joe as he stared at her body.

Soon she had forgotten her audience in her determination to wedge the vibrator in just the right place and as Marty pushed her head towards his swaying erection she paid Joe no attention.

By the time she had finished gulping down his seed Uncle Joe had left.

Thereafter, Joe would be in the room almost every visit.

Misha tried to talk to Marty about it once. She mistimed it though. The clips were already attached when she started the conversation and two quick tugs silenced the girl.

The next change was the vaulting horse.

One Thursday, instead of leading the girl to the sofa, Marty went the other way. He pushed her over the horse, re-tied her wrists to the legs on one side and tied her ankles on the other.

He carefully freed her crocodile infested nipples from her body and tugged them mercilessly as she gasped and yelped around his cock as it pushed up into her mouth.

Misha was dimly aware of the vibrator and, once the first orgasm cleared, realised who must be on the end of that implement.

She had little time to think though. Her nipples were afire and a whole new orgasm was building deep within.

Misha half walked and half staggered out of the kitchen door that day.

Uncle Joe had done nothing but palm her backside and manipulate the vibrator but it had been so constant. Misha had lost count of the orgasms, blacked out at least twice and finally come too on the floor behind the sofa.

Joe was nowhere to be seen. Marty was watching tv. He barely acknowledged her as she dressed.

For the next three days Misha stayed well away from the cottage.

On the fourth she cut through a regular shortcut between the science block and the library and found Joe standing there.

"Uncle Joe" she hissed

"I ain't your uncle. You're just one of the school tarts" he snarled.

"R'right" she stammered moving around him.

The next moment she was facing the wall. One arm was across her shoulders and one hand was under her skirt.

"Panties huh" he snapped

"Please don't" she whimpered

Joe pushed her panties aside and shoved a finger deep inside her.

"Ready as always girl" he snarled into her ear as he plunged in and out three or four times.

He was gone before she registered it.

An hour later Misha slipped into the cottage kitchen. She walked quietly down the hall, undressed and took the covered box from the cupboard.

Quietly she pushed open the door to the lounge and entered.

"Put the box on the table" snapped Joe

Misha quickly put the box down.

"Marty isn't here" the man stated "You can go now if you want" he added as his eyes caressed her bare skin.

Misha didn't move. It was before noon. Marty was neer home before 2.00

"hurumph! Don't just stand there. Get those clamps on those titties."

Misha hurried to comply, wincing as each of the clips bit into her sensitive nipples.
"Come here then. Bring the dildo"

Misha moved towards the man holding the vibrator out before her.

As soon as she got within range Joe grabbed her chain and yanked hard.

Misha squealed as she fell to her knees.

"Undo me girl. I'll feed yer something worthwhile."

For the first time Misha gazed upon the older mans erection as she lowered her mouth onto it. It was thicker than Marty's but not as long. She found herself comparing it to the other cocks in her life and she was still trying to put it into its proper order when it erupted, filling her mouth.

Joe chuckled, turned her away from him and felt between her legs.

"hee, hee, wet as you like" he announced to nobody a all.

"Spread your legs girl and I'll fill your cunt."

Misha didn't hesitate and was quickly rewarded with the buzz of the vibrator as it slipped within her.

Marty found her alone.

Her hands were tied behind her back, under her body as she lay on the floor.

Her legs were spread and tied to opposite ends of the sofa. The vibrator buzzed haphazardly, warning of a battery failure at any moment.

Marty knelt alongside her, turned her head towards him and slipped his stiffening cock out of his jeans. He hadn't even taken off his coat.

He fucked her face. Came. Untied her. Watched her dress. Told her to leave.

The end of term came quickly enough.

Misha was to fly out to meet her father for the first part of the summer break. Marty agreed to get her as far as London. Somebody would meet her there and take her on to Heathrow to meet her plane.

At Marty's "suggestion" Misha wore a loose tee shirt and skirt for their part of the journey. Other than sandals, she wore nothing else.

They waited on the station platform for a bit and then a short delay to their train was announced.

Marty seemed annoyed.

Moments later he bundled the girl into the deserted waiting room on platform 3.

Whilst Misha looked around for passers by, Marty hoisted her tee shirt up under her arm pits and attached her crocodile clips.

He had lengthened the chain s it dropped below the hem of her shirt and dangled, seductively, in front of her fly.

As the train finally pulled up the boy tugged her lead and Misha bit her lip as she stumbled after him.

All the way to London he tease her nipples with that chain. Other than that she was unmolested.

They waited together at the end of the platform, just passed the ticket collectors.

Misha was flushed to ay the least.

"Do we have time to, er, go somewhere?" she whispered in his ear.

Marty grinned down at her, tugged her chain and watched fresh beads of sweat appear on her brow.

Eddie appeared a few minutes later. Of course it would be Eddie.

The big man looked at Marty with some distaste. If the boy noticed he ignored it.

Marty suggested a coffee. Eddie checked his watch, nodded and raised a curious eyebrow when Marty took hold of that chain again.

They found a small, slightly dishevelled, café a few hundred yards from the station. Marty chose a quiet booth at the rear of the dimly lit room.

Coolly, calmly, he explained how Misha had been trained to her leash. When Eddie started to ask questions the boy stopped to listen, ignored the question and continued as before.

Finally, Eddie looked about the room, turned to Misha and said

"Show me"

The girl looked around too. Then she lifted her tee shirt to show the big man her swollen puffy nipples with the crocodile clips attached.

Eddie reached below the table to adjust himself slightly.

"We guessed" continued Marty "that is, my uncle guessed, that you were probably the man responsible for starting her training."

Eddie didn't confirm, deny or even acknowledge the statement.

"We felt that you would wish to continue with the experiment that we have designed so as to better enjoy Misha when she returns from her travels."

"better enjoy?" queried Eddie

"Quite!"

"What's the game then?"
Marty looked sideways at the girl.

"I hand her over to you. You do what you will whilst she is in your control and then......"

"then what?" Eddie asked gruffly

"then you try and find a suitable candidate to control her on the next leg of her journey."

Misha gasped

"A stranger?" she yelped

"Eddie will know what to look for" Marty assured her.

Eddie said nothing.

"Well, whatever you decide is your choice. I have to go. The chain is useful for guiding her and keeping her, er, on edge."

Marty got up and left without a backward glance.

"you alright Misha?" Eddie asked as the boy walked away.

Misha nodded.

"They didn't hurt you?"

"not really."

"Does it work?"

"What?" she asked

Edie grinned, caught hold of the chain beneath the table and tugged.

Misha whimpered as her body juddered.

"What you wearing?"

"Shirt, skirt, sandals" she gasped as he tugged the chain once more.

"Has he been between your legs?"

She stared at him, unsure.

"Today Misha, has he been between your legs today?"

"No" she admitted "not today"

Eddie grinned, grabbed her suitcase with one hand and her arm with the other and propelled her towards the door.

As they made their way to a tube station, Misha hurrying to keep up with Eddie's strides, she asked if he was going to do it. To find a stranger to play the game.

"Dunno yet. Not for sure. But it could be fun" he grinned down at her.

"You know your flight isn't until the morning right?"

He grinned at her confusion.

"Been a delay is all. We're booked into a hotel for the night. Daddy is expecting a conference call about 7.30 - I hope your laptop is charged."

The tube journey was uneventful. Misha blinked as her eyes adjusted to the sunlight as they climbed the steps from the station. She turned alongside Eddie and immediately recognised the hotel before her.

"You remember my nephew Matt? He's arranged rooms for us. He's really looking forward to seeing you again"

Misha swallowed hard.

In fact Matt was not around when they reached the reception desk.

They were shown to their rooms by a quiet older man.

The rooms were on the second floor. Side by side with a single adjoining door. It was locked.

Eddie waited for the man to leave.

"Take off your clothes Misha"

The young girl sped to comply. 

Eddie reached out and pulled her towards him by her chain. He gently unsnapped the clips from her nipples and she gasped as the blood flow returned. Then he reached down between her legs, touched her clit gently and held her as she exploded.

"Shower and rest" he said "I'll be back later. Oh and you can wear panties. Nothing else."

Misha showered, dried herself off, and avoided the need to slip her own hand between her legs. She donned a pair of clean white panties and slipped onto the bed. She flicked the tv on, skipped through a few channels and then slept.

The bedside telephone woke her a few hours later.

"We're eating in my room Misha. The adjoining door is unlocked. Come on in."

The girl slipped from the bed, made a quick bathroom trip and then headed for the door. At no point did she consider additional clothing.

"Hi" she announced herself.

Eddie sat at a small table with a trolley alongside. 

"Sit" he invited

She sat

"I'm hungry" she admitted "Really hungry"

Eddie laughed.

The door to the room opened and Matt walked in.

Misha covered herself and blushed.

"As I understand it" said Eddie "Matt's seen it all before. Take your hands away, you're the reason I got such a big discount."

Misha glared at him but lowered her hands from her breasts.

"Hi Misha" said Matt as he fondled a breast "You've grown"

Matt pulled up a chair and started unloading the trolley. Misha soon forgot her nakedness and tucked in.

Once food was finished Eddie had her slip a tee shirt over her head for the video call to her father.

She managed that call well, despite the out of sight Matt fondling her mound throughout the call. On the occasions that she hesitated or swallowed hard she explained it away as interference.

That out of the way the laptop was closed down.

"Take the tee shirt back to your room Misha" suggested Eddie "And bring back your chain to show Matt"

Misha padded out of the room, discarded her tee shirt, grabbed the chain and headed back expectantly.

"The panties are a waste of time too girl" the big man said.

Misha stopped, halfway across the room and, without a second thought, stripped them off.

"The note your young friend gave me was very interesting"

"Note?" Misha queried

Eddie waved several neatly typed pages in front of her nose.

Misha blushed.

"What does it say?"

"Many things young lady. Give Matt the chain now."

Misha handed the chain to Matt. He grinned and applied a clip to her left nipple. She gasped. He tugged and she gasped again. Her right nipple was quickly attired in a similar fashion.

"A bit of cock for Misha huh?" suggested Matt as he unzipped.

The girl knelt.

"Stand up Misha" commanded Eddie "I'll be using this" he offered as he waved a huge fluorescent vibrator towards her.

Her eyes went wide but she stood.

They bent her at the waist; legs splayed and fed her cock. Eddie fed his own little friend to her at the other end.

Misha lost count of the orgasms. Lost count of the times that stiff cock filled her mouth and fell asleep between the two men in the large king sized bed.

At some point during the hours of darkness Matt woke, felt the need and guided her sleepy head down to suckle him again. The noise woke Eddie and he employed the vibrator to encourage her enthusiasm before taking his own turn in her mouth.

Misha was drowsy, at best, when she and Eddie climbed out of the cab in front of the terminal building.

He checked her luggage. She dozed on a bench seat.

Just before her flight was called Eddie sent her off to adjust her clothing.

She returned for his circumspect inspection. He felt for the lack of panties under her short skirt, ran a hand under her buttoned cotton shirt to check for the lack of a bra and presented her at the gates for the first class lounge.

Misha waved over her shoulder, grateful that he had decided not to give her up to some stranger.

An older gent sat alongside her as they started to taxi down the runway. He smiled, she smiled back and went back to staring out of the window.

"It's a long flight" the man announced "What's your name?"

"Misha" she replied

"Good, glad to have found you. Put these in place please" he said holding up the chained crocodile clips. "I'll find a blanket."

He might have been older but he was deft and sure. Under her blanket Misha's shirt was undone and her chained nipples were on fire. Her skirt was up around her waist and his fingers probed and plunged.

For hours she was kept almost naked. Often she was in a kind of trance brought on by a combination of tiredness and orgasmic bliss, occasionally she was allowed to cover herself to visit the toilet.

Always she was stripped bare again on her return.

Eventually, as they began their descent, he told her to cover up.

"Don't worry about the chain dear" he advised "you'll have a chance to hide it before you meet Daddy"

In fact, the kindly older man used the chain to guide her through the arrivals lounge, helped her claim her luggage and kept her close to him whilst they both scanned the throng of people waiting to meet the flight.

Her father saw her. Thanked the older man profusely and hoped that Misha hadn't been any trouble.

He smiled back. Assured Marcus that she was a pleasure to sit with and departed.

Misha dozed on her fathers shoulder as the Landrover sped across town and out into the countryside. She finally awoke properly as they came to a halt amidst a collection of small rough buildings.

Just before Misha trooped off after her father the driver caught her eye.

Petyr. That was the name her father had used. Petyr was about 22 or 23. He was lithe and dark with a mop of tight curls.

He smiled at her. She smiled back.

Petry mimed tugging downwards and then waved a sheaf of papers about his head as he winked.

Misha felt her thighs moisten as she hurried after her father.

Three weeks later, as her father finished packing for the trip home, Misha was in the store room.

She was a flash of light amongst the dark as her pale flesh was sandwiched between the black sweaty bodies of Petyr and his young brother Albi.

It had started on the third night when Petyr had clambered through her bedroom window. She had startled awake with a hand between her thighs and another over her mouth.

When his middle finger slipped into her passage her wriggling had stopped, or at least paused. Soon she was wriggling in quite a different way.

He hadn't come back and so, three nights later, she had slipped out of the same window, padded around to the simple wooden huts that housed the men and slipped inside the one she knew to be his.

She hadn't known that he shared with his younger brother. She too was shared.

Not a day went by when the girl kept her clothes on. Now, on the final day, as Petyr and Albi donated their seed, others watched, others waited.

Five dark skinned bodies writhed with her that day in the store. Five times her mouth was filled. Three filled her cunt too.

Misha slept against her father as Petyr drove them to the airport.




