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(c) 2002 copyright by SJTJ (aka Naive)
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A Touch of Art (Chapter 3)
By Naive, shattered_mind@hotmail.com
Pain flashed through Roger's skull as he jolted awake; the world a blur
before him. He remembered with horror the events that had brought him here.
Richard quickly reached down to check if he was completely intact; he sighed
with relief. But, a shiver came over him as he realized he was nude, except for
the thin woven blanket. The room was dusted in shadows, and only a small lamp,
on the end of Ronda's wooden desk, lit the room. Her office was lightly
furnished, but everything was picked with impeccable taste: from the amber
paperweight on the desk, to a beautiful copy of a Monet above her leather couch.
Roger could tell she liked the creature comforts of life. Wrapping the blanket
around his waist, he stood to look for his clothes. He's knees wobbled and
collapsed. He had no strength. His head pounding with the strain. A small moan
drifted from his lips, as he held his head in his hands. His eyes wouldn't
focus, as he looked around.
He remembered something, but it kept slipping away as he grasped at it. Fog
filled his memory, after being hit with the book. Pulling the blanket off he
probed at the soft flesh of his balls. A dull ache hit him as he moved them.
They were swollen to the size of large eggs. The click of a key in the door gave
Roger little warning to cover himself and return to the couch, but he did, just
in time, as it opened wide. Ronda and Mrs. Bird entered the room. The looked a
little shocked to see him sitting up.
"Roger, how are you feeling?" her voice seemed to hold a little actual
concern. Which surprised Roger, he was sure that she hated him: why else would
she do this to him.
"Why do you care?" Roger shot angrily. Pulling the blanket tight across his
waist. "Scared you'd lose a model?"
"Oh, Roger ... don't be that way." Ronda sat beside him, rubbing his check
with the back of her soft fingers. Roger jerked away. "I never wanted you to get
hurt, my dear boy." Ronda sighed. "That was just an unfortunate accident."
Gently placing her hand on his bare shoulder Ronda stroked his delicate skin. He
really was a beautiful boy. Ronda let the tips of her fingers run down his chest
and stomach. A shiver of sensation, his body tingling with every touch. Every
sensation chiping away at his anger. Roger had never been with a woman, much
less having one caress him. In front of the class it was so different; fear
blocking out all senses, a nightmare of jagged piercing eyes. But here, with
her, it was mind numbing. With a shake of the head, Roger embraced his anger.
"I'm out of here!" Roger shot to his feet, but his legs betrayed him.
Collapsing to his knees he caught the couch. His blanket escaping, as his hands
found more important things to hold on to.
"Roger!" Ronda gasped as she caught him: quickly helping him back on the
couch. Roger blushed as he felt Ronda's strong arms grip around his waist,
hauling him up. Her hand sliding between the cheeks of his bottom as she put him
down. Roger flushed all over. Ronda slowly picked up and placed the blanket back
on Roger's lap "Please, Roger, don't do that again." Her hand gently pushing his
bangs from his eyes. Smiled down at him, he looked so handsome to her there;
half naked and totally embarrassed. Roger's couldn't look her in the eyes,
shifting uncomfortably under her gaze. Her eye's an intense emerald green, with
long lashes accenting them. She smiled to herself thinking, 'he tries so hard to
be in control'. But, she could tell he was a natural submissive. He blushed, as
if he had read her mind.
"Can I please have my clothes back." Roger whispered.
"I think not Roger." His look pleading with her. "You need to rest. The
doctor will be back in a few hours. Maybe then." Ronda never let an advantage
slip away. He wasn't demanding his clothes, he was asking for them. She was so
proud of him. Even with all the pain and betrayal he couldn't help being polite
and demure. Ronda wasn't sure she'd be willing to give him up. "Lay down Roger.
Rest some, you've had a long day." Leaning beside him, she slid his legs back
onto the couch. Roger was in a daze: not once did he try to stop her. Not even
as she took the blanket and made him lie down again. Roger closed his eyes
tightly and fought back the tears, but still a few escaped: rolling down his
cheek. Ronda slowly covered him then leaned down kissing his cheek, tasting the
salty tears on her lips. "Everything's going to be fine, my dear." Softly
stroking his chin. "Everything will be fine." Roger turned, he had never been so
humiliated as today. He couldn't hold back the flood any longer thinking,
'What's next?'.
Stepping from the couch Ronda took Mrs. Bird in hand leading her from the
room, quietly closing the door behind her. It was a short conversation, but
Ronda could tell that Mrs. Bird was well chastised. They were going to have to
be careful, their was too much to lose if they ever got caught. Not just her,
but for many other women in the school. Roger wasn't the first to be kidnapped
this way. Ronda was hoping he wouldn't be the last. She screened all the
potentials, finding ways to get them into her class. After that it was easy,
they were right where she wanted them. Her preferance was to take the young men,
they were much harder to break then the women; it made it more satisfying to her
- she loved a challenge. Roger was going to be an easy one, but something about
him had her intrigued. He was something more then just a handsome body and
polite demeanor. Something innocent about him. Something so pure that she wanted
to protect him. Ronda was sure Sara felt the same.
Ronda opened the door slowly and tip toed back into the room. Roger was fast
asleep on the couch. The Doctor had warned that he had a minor concussion, but
with a little rest and care he would be fine. Lucky for her the Doctor was a
close friend and a Domme herself. She was quite willing to keep the whole thing
quiet. Geri too was quite taken with Roger and asked how Ronda had been so luck
to find one so handsome and well trained. All Ronda could say was that he was
like that normally, Geri was shocked; She was sure that all gentlemen in the
world had gone extinct - Ronda was quick to point at Roger. Ronda pulled the
plush leather chair from behind the desk and sat it beside the couch. Taking the
small cloth bound diary from her desk she sat to write. Roger tossed and turned
as he slept, she couldn't help but feel a little sorry for the boy. He would
never be the same when they were through with him, but it was for the best.
Someone need to take care of him, needed to make him feel needed. In the end, he
would be happier; it would just take time for him to realize it.
Ronda gently rubbed her fingers through his hair as he slept. His bronze
skin felt smooth and soft, as she ran them down the side of his face and neck.
Slowly, carefully she slipped the blanket from him. His flaccid penis resting on
a soft bed of curly black hair. The tip of his glans peeked from his foreskin.
Ronda let her fingers slowly slither down his chest, resting her palm against
his warm soft stomach. Her index finger sliding smoothly around his belly
button, like a preverse snake tasting it's prey. Roger's chest heaved reacting
to her touch, as his penis started to swell. Ronda slid the diary under the
couch. Her other hand wandering up his leg; a gentle spider crawling slowly
between his thighs. His swollen member jiggling, as he became even more restless
in his sleep. Ronda let her well manicured nails scratch softly at the sleeping
boys scrotum. Roger's eyes fluttered open. Her hand struck like a viper, his
balls locked in her gentle grip.
"What are you doing?" Roger croaked in a sleepy shocked voice.
"I'm doing what I've wanted to do since I saw you in my class." Ronda smiled
as she rubbed the back of his quickly rising penis with her nails.
"Please, don't." Roger said as he started to reach for her hand. Ronda's
grip tightened around his soft nuts. Roger gasped, pulling his hands away
hopping she would stop.
"It may take you a bit, but you'll learn that I'm the one in charge." Ronda
smiled fondly looking into his eyes, but he couldn't meet them. "I won't hurt
you unless you make me. Now just relax and be a good boy." Roger blushed,
humiliated. She spoke to him like a child. When she was sure he was fully erect,
she gripped the glans in her fingers, and a gave a sharp little pinch. Roger
trembled under her touch. His heart drumming in his ears, as her hand squeezed
and fondled his erection. Ronda watched the boy clamp his eyes shut, a flush
running over him. 'How could this happen to him?' he thought in horror. Ronda
placed the palm of her hand on the tip of his glans, her fingers drooping down
the shaft like some preverse flower. Her other hand tweaking and squeezing, the
soft round flesh of his balls. She loved the feel of power, his reactions , and
how easily she manipulated his mind and body. But, she knew that she had to be
careful - too fast, too soon, and he might rebel on her. She was going to have
complete control of the boy when she was through with him. A knock at the door
broke her reverie.
"Now you lay right there." Giving a little squeeze, she let go and wandered
to the door a bit distracted. Roger reached down for the blanket, but froze as
she gave him a look that could kill. She cracked the door and peeked out. Sara
stood there waiting. "Ah, please come in." Roger blanched at the words, but
could not force himself to move. His cheeks turned pink as the door started to
open. Sara walked in. Her eyes took in her surroundings, then locking on to
Roger's eyes. She looked deep into them, his whole body burning with
embarrassment. He finally had to look away. A small smile crept across her lips,
already she could see a change in him. Soon he would be all hers.
"I heard their was a little accident in class." A harsh tone warped her
voice. She turned and glared at Ronda.
"Nothing that wasn't handled my dear." She smiled recognizing the challenge.
"As you can see Roger is fine. Please, feel free to examine him yourself."
Roger's head snapped back his eyes pleading.
"I think that I shall." Sara smiled as she turned back to him. She could see
his lips trembling, incapacitated by humiliation. Sara knelt beside the couch.
Roger closed his eyes hoping that it was all just a dream. Sara slid her fingers
lightly across his check. His flesh tingled at her touch. Clamping his eyes
tighter, he slid his hands from his side covering his groin. "It's all right
Roger." His heart felt like it was going to explode. He started breathing
harder, trying to stop the suffocating feelings coursing through him. Sara's
hands wandered through his dark hair; she could feel the large bump on the side
of his head. Roger flinched in pain as she touched it. "Poor baby, does that
hurt?" Roger only hazily noticed her words, fog claiming his mind. Sara's hands
wandered down his chest and over his arms. Roger couldn't help shivering, her
touch was lightning in every nerve. Grasping his wrists she tried to pull his
hands away but he held them fast. 'this can't be happening', was all he could
think over and over. Roger's eyes flashed open as Sara slaped him across the
face. "You will listen to me. From now on, you will not hide from me." Her eyes
were daggers stabbing right through him. "Do you understand?" Roger nodded
slowly. He'd never seen Sara so intense. Ronda just leaned against the wall,
watching. Sara kept her eyes glued to his. His eyes pleaing with her to stop as
she pulled his hands away. Tears started to well in his eyes, he felt so
violated, so alone. "That's a good boy." She said caressing his cheek. Tears
started rolling down his face dripping from his chin.
A small fire lit in Roger's chest, 'How dare she betray him!'. Sara was
suppose to be his friend. Sara was suppose to be his best friend, looking out
for him. He could feel her hands moving down his chest. It took him a second to
muster his strength. With a sudden burst of anger he pushed Sara away. She
gasped as she fell back. Roger grabbed the blanket and got to his feet. With a
quick motion he wraped the blanket around him and stormed to the door. Ronda was
a bit surprised - he had more spirit then she suspected: but she didn't stop
him.
"Roger!" Sara yelled. Anger searing through her voice. Roger yanked the door
open whipping around towards her, fury rippling through ever muscle.
"I thought you were my friend." Roger growled. "I thought that you cared. If
you ever come near me again I'll hurt you. Do you understand?" Sara blanched
taken a back. She could see his muscles aching to strike out. She'd never seen
him this way; he was a totally different person, a person that scared her. "And
you," he pointed to Ronda. "I'll see that you never do this to another person
again." Ronda looked at him indifferently, nodding a bit, a small smile creeping
over her face.
"Maybe you should see this before you go." Ronda pressed the play button on
the controller in her hand. The TV flicked to life and Roger watched as the day
played out before him.
"Good," Roger smiled through gritting teeth. "The police can use those."
Roger turned and stormed out. He did get the pleasure of seeing the shocked look
on Ronda's face. She was sure that the video would be enough to control him;
obviously she was wrong. Ronda took a second to get her senses back.
"We have to stop him!" Ronda hissed, pulling Sara to her feet. "He'll ruin
everything."
"What do we do?" Sara said absently. 'What had she done?', kept running
through her mind: 'had she just lost her best friend? the person she wanted to
love forever?'. Ronda grabbed the phone and started dialing.
(c) 2002 copyright by SJTJ (aka Naive)
Naive