Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Strange Relationships
Part: 53
Universe: Second Best
Summary: A full-length novel that follows several young couples from Second
Best and their families.
Keywords: mf noncons D/s mc oral mast

Keywords for full story:  rom, mf, MF, mmf, MFF, M+F, mm, F-solo, ir, D/s,
bdsm, mdom, spank, oral, anal, 1st, reluc, nc, voy

Strange Relationships

Copyright © Thinking Horndog, 2006 im_a_thinker@yahoo.com

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Warnings and disclaimers:

This is adult entertainment!  Be warned!  If you’re not into graphic
depictions of sex, this is the wrong story for you!  If you’re too young to
be legally reading this, move along!

This is a work of fiction.  It is not intended to reflect any particular
person or persons, and the incidents portrayed exist in their current form
solely in the writer’s imagination.  You get the idea.

Chapter 53
Ted and Claudette Begin Defining their Relationship


	Claudette sat primly in Ted's front seat, second-guessing her plan
to replace Rob with Ted.  Certainly, Ted had mellowed as the evening went
on, going from sardonic at his arrival at her table to genial by stages --
but Claudette was uneasy.  Things had gone well until closing time, and
allowing Ted to take her home was the proper thing to do to set him up as
heir to Rob's position, but...

	Claudette glanced over at Ted -- a fearful flick.  Nothing obvious
had occurred, and Ted was still genial, but there was a darkness to him...

	Claudette's radar was a little late picking up anything, but she was
right on target.  Ted WAS still genial, but the reason for it was
anticipation -- anticipation of putting HIS spin on their budding
relationship...

	"It's just up here on the right," Claudette offered hopefully.

	"Right there?" Ted pointed.

	"Yes."

	"Good."  Ted kept right on going.

	"Ted!  Why didn't you stop?" Claudette demanded.

	Ted smiled at the windshield.  "Because I think we need to talk some
more about our 'partnership' before we get too involved in it.  I have a
number of concerns that we should address before we really hit the street.
Besides, you're not expected right away at home, are you?"  He eyed her for
that final query.

	"Well, no..."  What was there about his eyes that dragged the truth
out of her?  If she'd been able to lie...

	Actually, it probably wouldn't have helped -- but Claudette lost a
battle of wills, right there.

	Ted didn't go much farther; Claudette lived in an affluent area on
the edge of town, and just a bit beyond was an access to a dirt road leading
to the local quarry.  Ted didn't stay on that road, however; he opted for an
even less well-defined path that wound through some old-growth forest to a
small clearing.  Stopping there, he shut off the engine.

	Claudette knew fear from the moment he entered the quarry road.  She
had only a vague idea where they were, and really couldn't come up with any
GOOD reason for them to require so much privacy...  "Why are we here?"

	"Peace and quiet," Ted replied genially.  "Nice, don't you think?"

	"I guess."  Claudette cautiously glanced around.  "Why so remote?
We could have talked at my house..."

	"Too public," Ted grunted, shaking his head.  "Parents, servants --
I'm not like you; I don't have people waiting on me hand and foot all of the
time.  While you might be able to ignore them, they would keep me from being
able to hold up my end of the conversation.  This is better."

	"I see."  Claudette entertained Ted's line of reasoning, which
appeared on the face of it to be fairly reasonable.  Relaxing a bit, she
murmured, "This is better, then?"

	"Much," Ted agreed.  "It will allow me to assert myself properly."
Ted was grinning inside; he seldom got such an opportunity to play tricks
with his vocabulary.  Moving on, he started circling for the kill, "All
right, I guess I might as well get started.  You confused me earlier when
you said that your private relationship with Rob was supposed to be genuine;
one of Rob's big complaints was that you were, uh, unapproachable in
private.  How do YOU see this?"

	Claudette frowned.  "What do you mean by 'unapproachable'?"

	Ted shrugged.  "Rob insisted that he got less -- affection, let's
call it -- from you in private than he did in public.  I really can't
operate like that -- it's a sham..." Ted added loftily.

	"Well, he was busy chasing those loose girls..." Claudette
temporized.

	"The way I hear it, he started chasing them because you weren't
offering enough..." Ted chided.

	"It's not true!" Claudette asserted, flustered.  "I... He...  I TOLD
you, I'm saving myself for marriage!"

	"Were you planning on marrying Rob?" Ted pressed.

	"Well, yes. Eventually..."

	"... And when was that?"

	Claudette shrugged.  "After college, sometime..."

	"So, Rob was supposed to do without for four or five more years?"
Ted glared at Claudette.  "Do you have similar plans for me?"

	"Well, no..."  Claudette turned away.  Ted was a short-term
solution; he just wasn't suitable, in the long run.  Claudette only REALLY
needed Ted until the fall -- but of course, admitting THAT would cause
things to crash and burn...

	Claudette fooled Ted not at all, so his disgruntled, "I should hope
not!" was a prime piece of acting.  But again, he'd won the point.  After a
moment's counterfeit petulance, he pursued things, "So, how often did you
two kiss in private?  Did you do any French kissing?  In public, you guys
seemed to be limited to close-mouthed pecks..."

	Under pressure, Claudette began to see that she hadn't managed Rob
well.  "Well, no..."

	"No, you didn't kiss, or no, you didn't French?"

	"Um, we kissed, occasionally -- you know, at the end of an evening.
No, we didn't French."

	Ted shook his head, "I really fail to see what you're offering me,
here."

	"Well, there will be a certain enhancement of your reputation from
the two of us being together..." Claudette replied carefully.

	Ted grunted.  "Anyone who knows you and knows how it was with you
and Rob will merely assume I'm having my balls cut off..."

	"Ted!"

	"Well?"

	Claudette was becoming vexed.  Certainly, Ted had a point; it was
becoming clear that she had bungled things with Rob badly -- but then Rob
was such a charmer; if she had given an inch, he'd have taken her virginity
and made her into one of his sluts, for sure!  Meanwhile, what was she to do
in the present situation?  Well, at least Ted wasn't as overtly charming...
"What do you want?"

	Ted shrugged.  "If you're going to inject anything resembling
realism into our relationship, you're going to have to be a bit more cuddly
in public.  And in order to properly project the idea that we're being
restrained in public, we need to be going a bit further in private..."

	Claudette shook her head, perplexed.  'Cuddly', 'restrained' -- The
terms seemed innocuous enough -- why did they bring on such foreboding?  "We
don't have to rush right out, do we?"

	Ted shrugged, feigning indifference.  "It's your rep you're trying
to rescue..."

	Damn!  She was over a barrel again!  Either she put up with some
kind of intimacy, or she was a cheat and a liar -- and everyone would know
it!  "All right.  I suppose we could -- I don't know -- kiss, or
something..."

	"Good."  Ted popped open the car door; time to take things a bit
further...

	"Where are you going?" Claudette asked, puzzled.

	"It's a nice night.  I'm sure you'd like to avoid any clichés.  I
have some stuff in the back..."  Ted circled around and opened the trunk,
collecting a tarp, a heavy blanket, a folding chair, and a short hunk of
rope.  Claudette watched, puzzled, as he spread the tarp, spread the blanket
above, and sat up the chair.  The rope he tossed negligently under the
chair.  Then he came around and opened the passenger door.  "Come on out --
get some air..." he said, taking her hand and pulling her from the car.

	Claudette didn't resist; curiosity had a grip on her.  "What's up
with the chair?"

	"Well, you COULD sit on my lap," Ted replied, seating himself and
pulling her there.

	"I don't think so," Claudette jumped up and backed away; the
position was just a little too intimate, and access under the skirt she was
wearing a little too easy...

	"I didn't think so, either," Ted chuckled, "but it was worth a try.
There's always later..."  He waved at the blanket.  "In the meantime, let's
sit out here, then."  He lifted himself from the chair far enough to drop
onto the blanket.  "Come on; you need to show me that you're serious about
all this."  He patted the blanket beside him.

	Claudette settled in gingerly, and Ted wrapped an arm around her --
something which generated an instant flinch when his hand touched her torso.
Ted moved his hand to her arm, but manufactured an aggrieved tone, "This is
nuts!  How are you going to carry off the idea that you've found something
better if you're going to act like a block of ice when I wrap an arm around
you?  Are you that hung up?"

	"N-no..."  Actually, she was; her mother, Charlotte, had been
vicious about instilling rules of behavior from a bygone age since her early
childhood.  At about age twelve, her independence brought them into
conflict, and open war ensued between mother and daughter until one
memorable confrontation when Charlotte announced, "One day, a man is going
to worm his way into your knickers -- and he'll discover just what a total
SLUT you are!  When that happens, you'll not be rid of him until he's taken
everything you have to offer!  If you follow the rules I've tried to instill
in you, you'll be able to PICK the man who does it, and you can live like
this..."  She waved her arms at the Pinkersley's palatial living room.  "Or,
you can let HIM find YOU -- and you'll end up barefoot and pregnant in a
trailer park with three other snot-nosed brats and no husband, looking the
prospect of spreading your legs for a living in the face!"

	"Mother!" Claudette had screeched, "How would YOU know whether I'm a
slut or not?  I certainly don't!  And you won't even let me touch myself!"

	"That's right!" her mother had sneered.  "And you'd better not,
either, because I'll know when you do -- and so will every bad boy in town!
You'll give off slut in heat vibes, and the first boy with the balls to do
it will make you his bitch -- and you can kiss your future goodbye, because
he'll be a bastard -- it goes with the territory!"

	The pair had railed at each other for another hour, but her mother's
words had had their effect -- because no matter how vehement her denials, a
little voice in Claudette had agreed with her mother's assessment, one
hundred percent.  That little piece of her nodded its head wisely and licked
its chops.  That little piece of her pointed out temptation by attempting to
embrace it, licking its chops at every attempt to penetrate her defenses.
The conflict with her mother died away; Claudette was too busy protecting
herself, sharpening her tools and stiffening her defenses.

	But Claudette had an Achilles heel -- the very tools she used to
protect herself could be used to cut her!  Claudette was a master
manipulator, capable of shaping her audience's perception of reality to meet
her needs -- but she had BEEN manipulated from an early age, and anyone
capable of pushing her buttons would have control over her in short order.

	Ted had been discovering buttons since her first overture that
evening; by now, he had mastered several, and had his sights set on
controlling several more.  It was all a matter of technique...

	Now, for instance -- he had her dropping her defenses, not because
she wanted to, but because he'd convinced her that she MUST to succeed in
her plan to recover from Rob's loss.  The truth had been an effective tool
in Ted's hands; pointing out her failures, the errors that had lost her her
partner in popularity and threatened to make her a laughingstock were
forcing her to re-evaluate her tactics -- which was a good idea, on the face
of it.  Unfortunately for Claudette, the test case for her new behaviors was
Ted -- and Ted had a totally different agenda...

	Ted kept up the pressure.  "Is it me, then?  Why did you offer to be
with me if you can't stand me?"

	Now, as far as Claudette was concerned, the jury was still out on
Ted -- but she couldn't admit it.  She decided that it was best to fall back
on the truth, to a point, "Okay, maybe I AM a little hung up.  I'll try to
do better."

	"Okay," Ted replied, still somewhat petulant.  "You really need to
be able to let me inside your space."  That said, he again shifted his hand
to her ribs.

	The proximity alarm for her breasts went off again, but Claudette
silenced it.  Her little beast was watching and gibbering, though, throwing
up outrageous fantasies, distracting her.

	"That's better."  Ted deliberately moved his hand all over her side,
drifting from her stomach to her back and back again, conquering territory,
but staying carefully away from areas that would be contested, like her ass
or her breasts -- that could wait.  "That's not so bad, is it?"

	"No."  It felt good, actually, once her defenses were overridden --
and Little Beast was doing handstands.  Slowly, she relaxed; Ted was keeping
his hand in the proper areas, and he hadn't stepped outside the line or
become too aggressive.  Confidence returned.

	Ted lulled her for fifteen minutes or so, then decided to move on.
"Okay, on to intramural kissing," he announced.

	"What?" Claudette was taken by surprise.

	Ted rolled his eyes.  "Come on!  You've been trading little sanitary
pecks with Rob for months!  We HAVE to improve on THAT!"  He waited a moment
while her features again reflected her internal struggle -- but he was
right, of course, even from her perspective -- then he took her chin in his
hand.  Claudette made to duck away, and it took willpower not to clamp down
on her, but he didn't -- and she came around.  He pressed his lips to hers.

	It seemed to Claudette that maybe they were moving pretty quickly,
but Ted was right, damn him!  They needed to be convincing -- and she was
going to have to give him something she hadn't given Rob, or he was gone,
and her chances at recovery with him.  She quelled her flight impulses and
accepted his lips.

	...Only they didn't go away.  What should have been a peck went on
for about five seconds, then Ted started massaging her lips with his.  This
generated a full-fledged case of angst in Claudette; on the one hand, he was
pushing things pretty hard -- and on the other, it, well, felt nice...  The
Little Beast was quiet, waiting -- but it did that all the time, so
Claudette didn't worry.  But her frontal lobe was missing a bet -- the
silence was gloating, anticipation; Little Beast was waiting for the Big
One, and was pretty sure it was coming...

	Claudette misinterpreted the source of her excitement and, deciding
that the exercise was pleasant and non-threatening after all, loosened up,
responding to Ted's actions.  The kiss was still close-mouthed, but it was
at least a 'real' kiss...

	Pleased with progress, Ted let things ride for a few minutes and
several kisses -- until Claudette appeared to be used to the level of
contact.  Then he began intermittent lightning penetrations of her lips with
his tongue -- not yet open-mouthed French-kissing, but merely slipping
through her lips.  In the original mode of tight-lipped pecks, this would
have been impossible, but now that their lips were moving, Claudette
couldn't seal hers against him.  Claudette's first reaction was to flinch
backward, putting a hand to her lips, "Ted!"

	"What?" Ted feigned innocence, then smiled.  Claudette thought about
it for a moment, then smiled back -- the contact had tickled, and as long as
her mouth was closed, it didn't really change anything...  She leaned back
in and Ted resumed the kisses, thinking, 'Blondes...'

	Kissing went on for a bit longer, but Claudette started getting
restless, so Ted figured it was time to shift tactics, "So, how are things
thus far?"

	"Ummm, fine, fine..."  Thus far, there had been no major breach in
her defenses, and Ted was proving to be generally more tractable than she'd
feared.  She could do this; in fact, she could do this in public!  And if
this was all it took to keep Ted happy...

	It wasn't.  "Okay," Ted drawled, settling back a bit.  "I think
we're making some progress -- but I told you that Rob and I don't operate in
the same manner.  That's probably good, since you never made it this far,
but I still feel like we're playing to the crowd.  I can't do that -- there
has to be a real basis to what we're doing..."

	Claudette schooled her features.  As pleasant as the past little bit
had been, Ted had no REAL place in her future -- but she was going to have
to convince him otherwise, or else her plan would fail.  "I think we're
coming along famously," she replied innocently.  "I mean, these things need
time to mature.  What do you think needs to happen, really?  I mean, it's
kind of tough committing to a mature relationship based upon one date..."
She smiled ingenuously.

	Ted pretended to take this seriously, but he was grinning to
himself.  The REAL entertainment of the evening was about to begin!  "Well,
there should be more to us than the public sees, don't you think?  I mean,
that's where you went wrong with Rob..."  He let that sink in a bit.
"Besides, we need to project that, anyway, and the best way is through
reality, don't you think?"

	"Um, well, yes, I think..."  It sounded good, but there was
something slippery about it.  Alarms were going off, and the Little Beast
was showing long, glowing fangs...

	"Great!  In my experience, for you to be able to believably pass off
a little hugging and kissing in public, we need to have exceeded that by an
order of magnitude in private..."

	"A wha...?  Ted!"  Confusion turned to outrage as the hand at her
waist moved up to cup her right breast.

	"What?  I need to know if these are real to even PRETEND to be
familiar with them to the level we're talking about..."  Claudette started
bucking and grabbing at his hand, so he pulled her against him with his free
hand, muttering, "You sure do pad the shit out of them, Sweetie..."

	"Ted! TED!  Stop!" Claudette screeched.  What had happened?
Everything had been going fine -- and now, suddenly, she was being molested!
She started pushing her way out of his grasp.

	Ted rolled his eyes.  "I KNEW you weren't serious!  Fortunately, I
planned for this..."  He let her push off, then pushed her face into the
blanket with one hand while reaching for the hunk of rope he'd put under the
chair with the other.  It had a plastic device on it that allowed for quick
fastening; in no time, he had collected both of Claudette's wrists and
cinched them together behind her back.  Once that was done, he amused
himself by pushing her face back into the blanket every time she struggled
up while she carried on a running commentary about how insane he was and how
he couldn't possibly expect to get away with this and how it was rape...
That one he didn't let slide by, "I haven't raped you... yet.  Do you want
me to?  Is that it?"

	"What?"  Claudette whuffed out a lungful of air as a result of
another push to the blanket.  "No, no!"  She gathered herself.  "Come on
now, Ted!  What do you expect to accomplish by this?"

	"Actually?  I expect to GET a relationship from you, one way or
another!" Ted sneered.  "You're an awful liar -- even if you have some
concept of what a relationship is, you OBVIOUSLY never planned to do
anything serious -- just toss me a few bones to keep me in suspense until
you were done with me in the fall!  Now that I think of it, I wonder if you
ever REALLY had any honest plans for Rob!"

	Claudette lay there, silent, tasting fear.  Ted was pissed!  Was he
right about Rob?  Certainly, he was right about himself...

	Ted shook his head.  "You know, if you'd offered the thing as a
straight-up business proposition, we'd have at least gotten off on the right
foot -- but, frankly, we'd have gotten to something like this, eventually.
I don't do things for free, and I don't take cast-off shit!  You OFFERED a
real relationship, and I said I was interested.  Now, I'm gonna do a little
credit check -- and if I like what I see, then you'll be getting my services
-- but you'll be paying a LOT more than what you thought you were going to,
and in the end, I may end up owning YOU!"

	Claudette was thinking rapidly.  Obviously, Ted was going to do
something rash -- what were her options?  Could she talk him out of it?
Probably not -- Ted's reputation said that he followed through on his
threats -- just look at Darla Jean!  Maybe if she took the high road...
"Ted, let me go this instant, or I'll scream!"

	Ted sat back and grinned.  "Okay!  Do you want to try different
pitches?  How far do you think you can be heard?  C'mon, don't keep the
wildlife waiting!"  He reached out and prodded her ribs with a foot.  "Go
ahead!  Belt one out!"

	Claudette blinked, stupefied.  No fear, none.  If Ted was that
certain that no one would hear, it wasn't worth the effort, obviously...

	But Ted wasn't letting her off the hook.  He rolled up onto his
knees beside her and menaced, "We're waiting..."

	"Uh, I changed my mind..." Claudette eyed him over her shoulder.

	"Nope.  Can't do that.  Scream."  He slapped her on the ass.

	"Ow!"

	"That's a scream?"  Ted swatted her ass again, harder.

	"Ow!  Please don't, Ted!"

	"Scream, then!  Get yourself heard by the owls and the coyotes!"  He
delivered another, harder slap.

	"No, no!  Please!"  But Claudette felt her skirt being lifted above
her waist, and Ted went to work, one hand and then the other, using her poor
ass as a tom-tom!  "Ow!  Ow!  Please!  Please!  Stop, please!  Ouch!  Ow!"
Finally, Claudette gathered a lungful of air and let out an ear-splitting
screech, "AAAIIIIIEEEEEEE!!!  Stop!  God, stop!"

	Ted sat back and made a production of listening for rescuers.  "Do
you hear anything?" he taunted, craning his neck this way and that to
listen.  "Anything at all?"

	"N-no," Claudette sniffled.

	"Care to try again?"

	"N-no."

	"Okay, then."  Ted rolled Claudette over onto her back; she
flattened her palms on the blanket to brace her sore ass above the cloth.
"Time to do that credit check."  He started hauling at her panties.

	"What are you doing?" Claudette whimpered.  Her knees came up to
block Ted's efforts.

	"Open up!"  Ted swatted her thighs, brutally, alternating between
them five or six times, while she rolled back and forth, trying to escape
him -- but the hand he had on her belly had her pinned, and was pushing the
breath out of her, anyway.  "Okay, okay!" she gasped tearfully.  "Please,
don't..."

	"Relax!" Ted grunted, "For now, I just want to see the merchandise!
Are you REALLY a blonde?  Do the curtains match the carpet?  Hold the fuck
still, now, so I can pull those panties down..."  There were pantyhose, too,
which were a total pain in the ass...  "I ought to cut this crap off of
you!"  An idea dawned, and he hauled her erect.  "YOU get 'em off!  Hurry
up, or I'm gonna go find a stick to beat you with!"

	"But I'm tied!" Claudette wailed.

	"Yeah?  So?"  Ted settled into the chair.  "Hurry up!  If I get
tired of waiting and get up, you're gonna have stripes from your ass to your
knees!"

	Claudette was in reactive mode, no longer thinking about resistance;
God knew nothing in the way of resistance had worked for her thus far!  The
pleated skirt she was wearing made getting at her pantyhose with her bound
hands difficult; she floundered around until Ted yelled, "Look, Stupid, I'm
gonna see your twat, anyway.  Why don't you save yourself some pain and drop
the skirt?  I'm getting bored, here..."

	"Ummm..."  Claudette bit her lip.  Ted sounded just like Mom,
scornful of her idiocy, calling her names...  Her fingers flew to the button
and zipper; she was stepping out of the puddle of fabric in moments, and
hauling at the top of the pantyhose.

	Ted watched the ensuing struggle with some amusement.  Claudette
fought the pantyhose to her knees before looking up, "Is this enough?"

	"Might as well go for the whole thing," Ted replied.  Claudette bit
her lip and continued, sitting and twisting her legs under her to get the
clinging nylon off her feet.  By the time she finished she was exhausted,
flopped over on her side, panting.  Ted let that go for a second, enjoying
the disarray -- Claudette's carefully coiffed hair was a mess -- before
directing, "All right, bring it over here, Sweetie, so I can get a look at
it."  Claudette eyed him for a moment, weighing her options, then struggled
to her knees.  When it became apparent that she was going to climb to her
feet, Ted stopped her, "No, no!  Stay on your knees!  It's not THAT far..."

	Claudette gingerly approached the chair.  Gawd, what was he going to
do?  She stopped a couple of feet away.

	"Uh uh.  Bring it in close, Sweetie -- we're SUPPOSED to be
intimate!"  Ted waved her forward, and Claudette really had no choice...
She crawled closer, then settled back on her haunches.

	Ted rolled his eyes.  "You just put yourself out of reach again!
That's your whole problem, Sweetie -- you're unreachable!  Work with me,
here -- we're TRYING to cure that!"  He crooked his finger.  "Bring it right
up to the chair..."

	Fearfully, Claudette followed instructions.  Ted's aura of danger
enveloped her, leaving her breathless.  Her imagination was going nuts --
and so was Little Beast!  What was THAT all about?  She made to settle back
onto her haunches, but Ted shook his head, "No, keep it up here where I can
see it.  So!  Either you're coloring IT, too, or you really ARE a blonde!"
He ran his fingers through the small kinky patch of somewhat darker, but
undeniably blonde hair on her mons, grabbing a handful and holding it when
she attempted to flinch away.  "Naughty, naughty!  Hold still!"  Claudette's
eyes widened and her mouth opened in a silent scream, but nothing came out;
when she stopped trying to get away, he released her.  "That's better."  He
fluffed and played with the patch of fur with the fingers of one hand, "Are
you that smart -- that much of a fake?  Or are you REALLY just a blonde?"

	"J-just a blonde..." Claudette offered timidly.

	Ted nodded, satisfied.  "Yeah.  All of the OTHER indications are
that you're just a blonde," he sneered.  "You're a little idiot, and THAT'S
a prime indicator -- not to mention how BLATANTLY self-centered you are...
Spread your legs!"

	"Ted..." Claudette, desperate, instinctively offered sweet reason --
Ted was sounding a LOT like Mom when she got pissed.  Nasty insults...

	"Shut up!" Ted warned.  "You don't want to piss me off any further,
because at this point, I can up the ante pretty easily!  Now DO what the
FUCK I TELL you!"

	"Yes, Ted."  It was time for a show of obedience; Mom would slap the
shit out of her at this point...  Claudette widened her knees.

	Predictably, Ted's hand slid under and started rubbing the lips of
her cookie.  Claudette had a tight, compact clam with an annoying, itchy
bump at the top -- a bump that Ted's fingers found right away...

	Claudette assumed an absolutely desperate expression, and began to
wriggle.  "Hold still!" Ted barked.

	Claudette tried, but the itch was driving her nuts!  She managed to
hold still for about three seconds before moving again, "Sorry!  I-I just
can't..."  Worse, she could feel a trickle of dampness gathering inside her
cookie -- and the way Ted was feeling around between her lips, he was going
to discover it soon...

	"So, slave to the joys of masturbation, are we?" Ted sneered.  "I'm
glad -- I figured you for totally frigid!"

	Claudette's eyes popped.  "Mas--  I don't DO that!  Mom doesn't..."

	Ted blinked.  "You don't rub yourself off?  Ever?"

	"N-no!"  Claudette shook her head vehemently.  "Mom said she could
tell if I ever did -- and there would be Hell to pay!"

	"Well, I'll be..."  Nonetheless, Ted stopped teasing her cookie --
something Claudette instantly missed.  That itch just wouldn't go away...
Little Beast whined and cried -- using Claudette's mouth!  Claudette's eyes
popped as she realized that she'd actually whined...

	"Whoa!"  Ted absorbed this new information with some surprise!  The
little involuntary whine Claudette emitted when he stopped rubbing her clit
revealed a whole box of secrets!  'Obviously, her mother is a whirling bitch
-- and she's paved the way for me!  No wonder the Ice Princess acts the way
she does...'  Obviously, he could fuck Claudette tonight -- and get away
with it, too, if he handled it properly!  But that went a touch beyond the
current plan...  "Okay, lean forward..."  Claudette did as she was told, and
Ted grabbed her blouses -- she was wearing two spaghetti-strap tops in
complimentary colors, something weirdly in fashion -- and pulled them up
over her head (with some difficulty, due to her hands' position behind her)
and let them slide down her arms behind her.  "Time to get a look at the
hooters..."  Claudette, frozen by surprise when he lifted away her blouses,
was galvanized, throwing herself backward -- but Ted was already in too
close; he grabbed her bra right between her breasts and dragged her back
forward, then delivered a vicious, roundhouse slap!  "I SAID lean up!
NOBODY said you could lean back!"  Claudette, rocked by the blow, came back
to a neutral position, her left cheek flaming red and eyes teary -- but she
wasn't as shocked as one might expect...  'Uh huh,' Ted thought.  'She's
been slapped before...'  "Now lean up!"  Claudette did so, obediently, and
Ted wrestled with the clasp on her substantial brassiere, then pulled off
the cups and managed to get it over her head.  Then he settled back in the
chair.  Claudette made to move to an upright position, but Ted put a hand on
top of her head, stopping her and nearly causing her to overbalance and flop
into his lap.  "No!  I want to see how they look when they're drooping..."

	'Drooping' was a misnomer; Claudette's breasts sagged little, if
any.  They were quite nice, too, 36C, round, and made a sweet bulge of
cleavage when pushed up a bit by a brassiere -- and she had a pair of nice
pink nipples that, unfettered, would make a nice dent in a blouse.  Ted got
what had to be one of the best looks at them by a male to date, since they
were virtually always well-hidden.  There, in the woods, with a slight
breeze blowing, the areolas tightened up and the nipples extended, giving
Ted a fine view of what they should be like at the height of passion.
Leaning forward as she was made the shape of her breasts shift slightly
toward the conical, rather than the hemispherical -- but it wasn't a major
shift.  Ted, still holding her head in place, reached out and cupped her
left breast, catching her stiffened nipple between his thumb and forefinger
while he gently squeezed.  "Nice," he grunted, nodding approval.  Letting go
of her, he directed, "Turn sideways.  Wriggle your shoulders."

	Claudette did as she was told; trepidation kept her from asking why.
"Bend forward some and wiggle again," Ted prompted, and Claudette did so,
clumsily because she was in danger of overbalancing.  Ted picked up the
question in her glance.  "I'm looking for evidence that they're fake -- are
they?"

	"No!"  Claudette managed to project outrage.  "They're all me!"

	Ted grinned -- he'd needled her successfully again.  "Well, you're
so full of shit that I don't figure I can take anything for granted...  Turn
around and show me the back side."

	Claudette did as she was told, but she was getting back some
capability to offer a challenge.  "Ted, why are you doing this?"

	"I TOLD you!" Ted replied.  "I'm doing a credit check.  I'm looking
to see if what you bring to the table is worth my time!  If it isn't, I
walk, and your plan to show the world that Rob was dependent on YOU and not
vice-versa goes in the crapper.  If it is, then we work out just how
expensive my assistance is going be to you, and you start making payments."

	Claudette eyed him nervously over her shoulder.  "What kind of
payments?"

	Ted reached out and rubbed Claudette's ass.  "That's a fair
question.  I think I've already told you most of it; basically, if it's
worth it to you to show Rob up, it's going to have to be worth it to you to
actually put out the effort to HAVE a relationship with me, not just fake
one.  Naturally, that means you're gonna have to try to keep me happy and
believing that you have some commitment to me --and for THAT, we're off to a
rough start!"  He swatted Claudette's ass, hard.

	"Ow!"  Claudette managed to transmit a look of pain and betrayal.
"Please don't do that!"

	Ted took a shot at her other ass cheek.  "I will do as I please --
and you'll like it, understand?"

	"Ouch!  Yes, Ted."

	"Better."  Ted stood up.  "Turn around and put your front end on the
chair seat."  He stepped around her.  "Hurry up!"

	Claudette did as she was told -- it was too late not to, anyway --
watching him fearfully over her shoulder.  "Ted, umm, you're not..."

	"I wouldn't give me ideas, if I were you!" Ted warned.  "Raise your
ass!  Put your chest on the chair, there... now spread your legs!"  Ted
squatted behind her, waiting while she reluctantly widened her stance.
Putting one hand on her ass, he leaned in to examine Claudette's holes
closely.  The camel toe of her compact twat sat below the little pink,
wrinkled bud of her asshole, making a delightful picture...  Ted ran his
finger around the ring, watching as well as feeling her flinch and clench
before dragging his finger down into her slit.  Claudette had amazingly
thick outer lips for a fairly slim, athletic girl; Ted usually saw twats
like this on chunkier stock.  Darla Jean, for instance, hadn't had much in
the way of outer labia, but had thin, rubbery inner ones -- and Ted had more
or less expected to see similar on Claudette, given their relatively similar
builds.  Claudette's twat began to swell and the lips opened as Ted dragged
his finger up and down in her slit, exposing her pink interior and vestigial
inner lips.

	Claudette lay across the chair, quivering.  She couldn't SEE what
Ted was doing, but she could certainly FEEL it!  First, he'd played with her
heiny, making her clench up, and now he was messing with her cookie again!
She closed her eyes, afraid to look at Ted for fear she would see his
amusement at her embarrassment; she KNEW she was opening up down there and
getting wet...  Little Beast was unchained, dancing around in anticipation;
Ted was running his fingers over her bump again, and the itchy urgency in
her was becoming maddening...

	Ted was somewhat amazed.  Despite everything -- cold, fear,
embarrassment, nudity, crude fingers in her twat -- Claudette was wiggling
her ass!  And it wasn't to get away, either -- when his touch got lighter,
she backed up!  He fingered her clit -- a decent, pea-sized item peeking out
of its hood -- and got a gasp and a muffled grunt!  How in Hell had Rob
failed to put the meat to this little bitch?  With a little thought, the
answer became obvious; Claudette was adept at working people, including Rob.
As long as she kept him at arm's length, he was never gonna know...  More
rubbing elicited more grunting -- and more finger-chasing.  In the chair
seat, Claudette lay with her eyes closed -- and a flush that didn't look
like embarrassment, especially when you added in the distended nostrils!
"You're cherry, right?" Ted confirmed.

	"Cherry?"  Claudette opened a glazed eye.

	"A virgin," Ted amplified.

	"Of course!"  Claudette managed to project wounded dignity.  "Will I
be in an hour?"

	"That's not as clear as it was..."  Sticking his dick in her was
looking more and more inviting to Ted.

	"No, please!" Claudette gasped, "I REALLY need to stay a virgin!
Mom will KILL me!"

	"Raise up!" Ted directed, hauling on Claudette's arms from behind.
Claudette did as she was told and resumed a vertical position -- but she was
seriously missing Ted's fingers!  Ted circled around and sat for a moment,
then pulled Claudette's head toward him -- not enough to unbalance her, just
enough so that when he leaned forward, they were eye to eye.  "Okay, you
pass the appearance tests; now we're getting to the performance part of the
exam.  Now before you start yammering about your virginity, I want you to
listen to me; if you do, some of your questions will be answered, and you
might avoid pissing me off!  Understand?"

	"Um, yes, Ted."  Claudette nodded, a model of compliance.

	"Okay.  There are two scenarios here.  Scenario one is that you fuck
around and act up, say and do stupid shit and piss me off.  If that happens,
anything goes -- I've got nothing to lose, so you'll end up fucked up at the
very least!  Understand?"

	Claudette nodded.  Ted had a short fuse, just like Mom.  The same
rules applied to him that applied to her -- not that Ted knew that...

	"Scenario two says you're a good girl, and do what I tell you and
genuinely try to make me happy.  That being the case, I'm going to want to
keep you around, so you can continue to do things that make me happy.
You'll be, like, a renewable resource, get it?  In return, I'll need to do
stuff occasionally that makes YOU happy -- like being your perfect escort in
public.  If you're REALLY good, I have a few ideas for making our private
time something you look forward to, too!  Understand?"

	Claudette was almost cross-eyed, they were so close.  "I--I think
so..." she answered, nodding.

	"Okay."  Ted pushed her back on her haunches and stood up,
straddling her, tilting her head up by the handful of hair he was holding at
the back of her head.  "Now.  Remember earlier when I mentioned that there
are things you can do to keep your man happy without losing your virginity?"

	Claudette blinked.  Had he said anything like that?  He must have...
Yes, he did!  "Uh huh."

	"Okay, then.  You're going to learn to do one of them now."  He
squatted down a bit and got in her face again, holding her head in place
with that hand in her hair, "Now when we get started, I figure you're gonna
freak, so I'm gonna go over this REAL SLOW and try to be REAL CLEAR!  You
can do this my way -- and if you do, I'll be considerate of your comfort to
an extent and I'll try not to make it TOO miserable.  On the other hand, you
can freak out totally -- in which case, I'll be a LOT rougher!  And,
frankly, if shit goes downhill too far, losing your cherry is gonna be a
minor issue!  DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

	Claudette gulped.  "Yes, Ted!"  Gawd, he was just like Mom when he
got worked up...

	"Good."  Ted stood up, and his voice became conversational.
"Tonight, you're gonna learn all about giving a guy a blow job..."  He
started undoing his trousers.

	"What?"  Claudette leaned back, gaped, and started to back away.

	SLAP!  She never saw it coming, but Ted rocked her.  "I TOLD you
that you would probably freak..."  Claudette was still seeing stars when he
re-collected her hair to keep her from moving away.  He cranked her head
back again.  "Are you back with me?"

	"I-- A blow job?" Claudette gasped -- but she wasn't moving.  She
merely gazed up at Ted incredulously.

	Ted shook his head.  "You and vocabulary.  How about if I call it
'giving head'?"

	"Ted, I can't.  I--I..."

	"Well, it IS clear that you never have!" Ted grunted.  "But you're
going to learn, and you're going to learn tonight!  Understand?"

	"No, I can't..."  Suddenly, it felt like Ted was going to pull half
of her hair out!  "AAAAAUGH!"

	Ted was down in her face again, and his expression was just mean!
"You can and you WILL, one way or the other!  You have two choices -- you
can make an honest effort to blow me -- or I'll slap the piss out of you and
use your face for a fuck hole, then roll you over and take your cherry and
finish up in your ass!  You get me?"

	"Y--yes, Ted!"

	"Now shut up!  From now on, 'no' is not in your vocabulary -- not
when you deal with me!  Do you understand?"

	"Yes, Ted!"

	Ted let go of her hair, but Claudette knew better than to move as he
worked his trousers down his legs and stepped out of them, kicking off his
shoes in the process.  That left his boxers, and they were tented; Ted was
having a Hell of a time working the Ice Princess over!  Flicking them down
over his thighs, he let them drop to his ankles and kicked out, deliberately
waving his erection right in Claudette's face.  Taking it in his hand, he
menaced her with it.  "This is a cock -- or a dick, or prick, or man-meat,
dork, Johnson -- whatever.  You would probably call it a penis, but I call
it a cock.  Why?  Because nobody ever called a person who does what you're
going to do now a penis-sucker..."  Claudette had instinctively looked away,
so Ted took another handful of her hair and re-oriented her.  "Open your
eyes and get a good look, because you're gonna get REAL friendly!"
Claudette looked up at him, blinking watery eyes; Ted shook his head,
rolling his eyes before directing them at his crotch, "It's down there..."

	Claudette surrendered and took a look, grimacing.  "It looks like a
snake!"  It did -- a big, pinkish snake with a purplish head...

	Ted snorted laughter.  "Weird Willie, the one-eyed wonder worm!
Give him a kiss, Sweetie -- you're gonna make it up to him for being kicked
out of the Garden of Eden..."

	Claudette eyed the... thing... sticking up from Ted's crotch.  He
COULDN'T be SERIOUS!  He wanted her to SUCK that?  But his hand in her hair
was driving her forward...  "Okay, okay!  Let me..."

	"What?"  Ted was running out of patience.

	"Well, get used to it..."

	"Pick up the pace!"

	Claudette leaned in close and smelled it.  Musky.  Kind of
interesting, though...  Down a bit...  The smell got stronger as she got
closer to his body.  Suddenly, she over-balanced, flopping over head-first
into his crotch!

	"What the fuck!"  Ted started hauling on her hair.

	"Ow!  Ow!  Wait!" Claudette howled.

	"What the fuck are you doing?"

	"I fell, okay?  Don't rip my head off!  Give me a second!"
Claudette inhaled -- and her nose was right across the root of his member.
Wow!  Something about that smell...

	Ted was about to jack her back up by her hair when Claudette's
tongue came out and started washing the base of his cock and his balls.
"That's, uh, not exactly what I had in mind, but I'm gonna let you run with
it..." he murmured distantly, letting up on her hair.  Nobody had ever
really gotten in there and messed with his balls or the hair at the root of
his cock -- it was all new -- and pretty cool, too!

	Claudette was distantly amazed at herself, but the smell of Ted's
crotch gave her this buzz...  Suddenly, the whole thing wasn't so bad!  He
tasted kind of nice, too -- weird, but nice...  She started trying to lick
up the shaft, but she couldn't get up...  "I'm stuck..."

	Since she was being a good girl, Ted lifted her by the shoulders.
"Not so bad, huh?"

	"Uh uh."  Claudette extended her neck so she could get a lap at his
glans.  "Can you scoot up or something?  I can't get at it..."  Suddenly, it
was urgent that she suck this thing -- lick it -- whatever.  The feelings
that washed over her when she smelled Ted's musk -- just wild!  She felt
energized -- free!  Free to do what he wanted her to do, free of any worry
about what someone might say.  Suddenly, that wasn't important; what WAS
important was enjoying the feelings that Ted's aura imparted...

	Ted was somewhat confused.  He'd expected that getting Claudette to
actually graduate to cock sucking was going to take a bit more time -- and a
LOT more abuse!  Instead, here she was, lapping at the underside of his cock
and asking, "What do you want me to do?"

	"For now, pretend it's a lollypop -- no teeth!" Ted directed, before
curiosity got the better of him.  "What happened?  Why did you change your
tune?"

	Claudette stopped lapping, screwed up her face in thought, and
shrugged.  "Smells good."  Then she engulfed the head.

	"Ooookaaay..."  Smell?  He was half expecting to hear that his cock
smelled gross!  Instead, she was all over it!  Maybe...  What were those
things a body gave off -- some kind of triggers?  Pheromones!  That HAD to
be it!  His smell made Claudette hot!  Weird, but it gave them something
real in common -- which was better that just the blackmail pics he was going
to take...  And she was certainly sucking!

	Claudette was, too!  Ted's... cock... tasted, well, great!  She
couldn't explain it, but the texture was nice, and the taste was nice -- and
the SMELL was CERTAINLY nice!  It all seemed so... natural.  What else was
going on?  Claudette thought about it, vaguely, sucking the spongy tip of
Ted's cock.  Why did she feel so free?  She wasn't... conflicted....  Little
Beast was gone -- or something...  No, she was there -- they just weren't
fighting...  Thank God she was kneeling -- her cookie was becoming a sloppy
mess, and it itched and burned and tingled...

	Ted was busy re-evaluating.  Claudette was fighting him not at all
-- something unexpected, to say the least!  She seemed to be perfectly happy
doing lollypop-time on the head of his dick -- which was a source of total
amazement to him.  Well, time to up the ante...  "Okay, now, cock sucking is
all about pretending that your mouth is a talented pussy.  When a guy fucks,
he runs his dick in an out of your pussy.  That does things for you and
things for him.  Cock sucking is all about doing for him; you want to take
it as deep as you can, then back all the way off, with your lips tight and
your tongue working.  Sucking is good, but sucking really hard isn't,
because it causes too much friction and you tend to mash his cock against
the harder places in your mouth.  Pussies don't have hard places; the
hardest place nearby is your pubic bone, and it's kinda padded.
Understand?"

	"Ugm huh," Claudette mumbled around his glans.  She'd been all
attention during the instruction.

	"Okay, try it."  Ted still had his hand in her hair at the back of
her head, but Claudette apparently needed no encouragement at all -- she
immediately started vacuuming her way up his shaft...  "Breathe through your
nose," Ted hissed.  "Real sluts learn to take it right down their throat,
but I don't expect anything like that tonight..."  Actually, if she had
fought him, he'd have used her mouth and throat for a fuck hole and would
have enjoyed it -- but her willing cooperation was forcing him to take
another path...  "Back all the way to the tip.  At the very least, you want
to run your lips over the ridge, because the area just behind the ridge is
REALLY sensitive!  Okay, bring it back.  Long-stroke it; remember, you're
fucking me with your mouth..."  Ted had to admit that Claudette was being a
real trouper -- AND she was doing a real fine job!

	Claudette really didn't need any encouragement to go deep; that got
her nose into his pubes, and she LOVED that!  Licking his hard shaft,
tasting the goo that was coming out of the tip -- these were all well worth
the effort.  She rode her lips up and down the shaft a half-dozen times,
going as deep as she could, nearly gagging to get in there close.  But there
were questions, and there were issues...

	She released his tip with a pop.  "Can I ask a question?"

	"Uhm, yeah..." DAMN, this was good!  She was back on him before he
had time to react, too...

	She went three before asking, "What's the stuff you're dripping?"

	"Huh?  Oh.  It's generally called pre-cum.  I think it's a
lubricant, primarily."

	Claudette went a few more strokes.  "Can I have my hands?"

	"What?" Ted was instantly tense.

	"No, no!  Wait!  Listen!"  Claudette dived back onto him, obviously
highly motivated.  After four more lavings of his shaft, she came up for air
and speech again, "I'm having trouble staying balanced!"  Back on, for
three.  "I could hurt you -- or me!"  On for four.  "Put a rope around my
feet -- or my neck, if you want!"  On for three.  "I'll be good!  I want
your... stuff..."

	Tim didn't know which should come first -- confusion, or suspicion!
She WANTED him to jizz?  "In your mouth?  You're gonna get it in a couple of
minutes, anyway, the way you're going..."

	"Really?"  Claudette's eyes lit up.  "Cool!"  She dove on him twice,
then turned on the charm, "Please!  I want to try the throat thing, but I
need control..."

	Ted's amazement knew no bounds!  But he knew better than to get TOO
cocky.  "I want a picture first -- with your hands behind you so the rope
doesn't show."

	Claudette wasn't happy with this; she paused, lipping his glans
while she thought about it.  Backing off, she whined, "A picture?  Why?"

	"You KNOW why!  Blackmail material!  My insurance policy that you
don't dash off and yell rape!"

	"Oh."  Claudette absorbed his cock twice while she thought about it,
then insisted, "You don't need it for this -- you can have this anytime you
want it..."

	"That's... good to hear..."  'EXTREMELY good!' Ted added to himself.
It was getting hard to think...  "But things are kinda out there, right now.
I can't REALLY take your word for it that everything is hunky-dory.  Since
you got silly on me, I've slapped you around some, made you get naked -- all
kinds of shit that could get me in trouble unless I have an insurance
policy..."

	Claudette grimaced.  "But if pictures get out, I'm screwed..."

	"Riiight.  That's my lever."

	"But you could just show them for spite..."

	She was right, of course.  "That's why you need to be sure and keep
up you payments..."

	"Think you can cum twice?  Maybe I can get ahead..." Claudette
smiled engagingly for a moment before recapturing his glans.

	This was out of hand... "What if I want something else?"

	Claudette released his cock, leaned forward and buried her nose in
his pubic hair.  She inhaled deeply; calm suffused her.  "You're in charge,
Ted.  I'm sure that whatever you want, you'll get..."  She started laving
his balls with her tongue.  Thirty minutes ago, the suggestion that she do
something like that would have caused Claudette to rant shrilly that Ted was
insane -- but now she really, REALLY wanted to...

	...And it tickled like mad and was VERY arousing.  Ted wondered
vaguely if this mindset of hers extended to rim jobs -- she was DAMNED
close, at this point!  He shook his head to clear it.  "I want a picture of
you sucking my cock!"

	"Yes, Ted," Claudette mumbled into his crotch.  So he had a picture
of her being a cock sucker -- so what?  Did it matter?  It was true...

	Ted, rattled by Claudette's compliance, dug in a pocket of the
folding chair for the digital camera he kept there -- usually for fishing
trips and such, but tonight he was trolling for bigger game...  "Okay, let's
do it!"

	Claudette backed off.  "Will you undo my hands after?"

	"You're gonna get the neck rope."

	"Okay."  She leaned forward and cradled his glans on her tongue,
"How'th thith?"

	"Uh, yeah.  Look at the camera!"  Ted snapped the shot.  Whatever he
had that was doing this to Claudette, he needed to bottle it!  "Okay, get a
mouthful..."  Claudette did as she was told, and the camera flashed again.
Ted shifted to display mode to see what he'd gotten, his fingers clumsy
because Claudette had put her mouth in gear again.  The first picture was
better than he imagined; where did Claudette get that hot-eyed look?  The
second left Ted ambivalent; Claudette had closed her eyes -- but she was
visibly smiling around a mouthful of cock meat!  "I want another one," he
croaked, finally.  "You closed your eyes."

	"Thowwy."  Claudette obediently endured the flash, then sucked while
Ted fumbled with the camera.  "Kay?"

	"Yeah."  This one had it all -- the hot eyes, the smile, and
something else, something servile...  Hell it was enough to get you to blow
a wad in your pants, just looking at it!  He put the camera away in the
chair pocket with shaking hands; Claudette was learning, moment by moment,
which spots on his cock to tickle...  Lurching up, he grunted, "Go deep and
hold it while I get you untied..."  Leaning over her back, he fumbled with
the plastic clasp that held the rope tight.  'Here we go,' he thought, but
when he settled back. His hand on the back of Claudette's head to keep her
in place, she merely puffed and blew air in and out of her nose and gagged a
little.  Ted could NOT believe this; if he'd been her, he'd have bit his
dick off and taken off running, hoping he'd bleed to death; instead,
Claudette just sucked...

	He let her up, dropping the loop over her head.  "This thing has a
quick-release, but it's made to tighten..." He demonstrated; Claudette's
face got a little red before he got it loose, and she looked a bit faint
before he fumbled it off.  "Whew!  Based on that, I'd say the thing will cut
off the blood to your brain, not just choke you!  You're gonna want to be
careful!"

	Claudette's eyes were big.  "You, too, please!  I just want to suck
your..."

	"Cock.  For your purposes, it's a cock.  And you're a cock sucker."

	"Uh huh."  Claudette didn't argue.  Ted latched the rope collar with
a couple of finger-widths of free space; a tug would snug it, but there was
no need to take unnecessary risks.  "Suck."

	Claudette crawled up, put her forearms on the chair on either side
of him, cradled his ass in her hands, bent her neck and went to town!
"Uuuuhhh!  Holy Shit!" Ted erupted.

	Claudette looked up, stricken.  "Something wrong?"

	"No, no!  You got something going, there, Baby!  Go for it!" Ted
gasped.

	"Ummmmm!"  Claudette dove on her new toy.  Ted sat hunched, rigid.
Never in his life had he been DEVOURED like this -- it was intense!

	It was a bit before he could get beyond the sensations Claudette was
causing and take in her efforts; when he did, he noticed that she was
choking, regularly.  "Swallow!"

	"Mmmph?"

	"You're trying to get me into your throat, aren't you?"

	"Mmmm hmmm."

	"When you get it there, swallow.  And take it easy, when you try --
right now, I'm hitting the wall back there!"  God knew if she hadn't been
pounding him against her palate occasionally, he'd have blown his nut
already!

	Red-faced, panting and blowing, drool all over, Claudette pulled him
in.   The veins in her neck stood out; she was gagging something awful.
Then he watched her swallow -- and her FELT the result!  The Ice Queen had
taken him into her throat!  Who the FUCK would EVER believe THAT!  "Wow,
Baby -- that's impressive!  Don't hurt yourself, now -- that's not something
you have to do all the time..."  Ted could NOT BELIEVE that he was being
solicitous -- but on the other hand, the only way he had ever envisioned
Claudette doing deep throat was as a result of him jamming his cock down her
croaking throat!  This... this took re-evaluation.  This required that he
start looking seriously at actually being NICE to Claudette!  How do you
take advantage of someone who GIVES you your wildest fantasies?  In the back
of his head a voice told him that was STUPID -- it was killing the goose
that laid the golden eggs...

	Claudette tried two more times in the sixty seconds that elapsed
before Ted's balls started to draw up in preparation to blow his nut -- and
succeeded once.  It looked like she was going to go for three, so Ted
forestalled her, "I'm gonna blow in a second!  Back off and just give me
head..."  At this point, he was cradling her blonde locks, not holding a
hank of them.

	Claudette could feel his urgency; the rod of flesh in her mouth was
hardening, the spongy head swelling -- it was one of the most thrilling
things she had ever experienced!  And then it happened; Ted hunched himself
and gave out a strained grunt and his cock surged, pulsed, and spat a flood
of thick goo into her mouth!  Claudette swallowed, but not before a second
blast followed the first!  There was a third, but it was already gentler,
while still copious, and the fourth and fifth tailed off; after that, Ted's
cock pulsed, but it was no longer a delivery system.  Claudette savored her
mouthful of product, smiling; a lot of people wouldn't like it, but she did.
It was Ted, and the taste of it agreed with her, just like his smell...

	For Ted, the whole thing had just been incredible!  He'd gotten his
rocks off before, but never so intensely!  He'd always had to keep an eye
out for his partner to do something wrong -- to try to escape his power, or
try to rip him off.  This time, he lost track totally during the eruption;
belatedly, he realized that he could have killed Claudette by accident while
in the throes of his orgasm!  On the other hand, she probably could have bit
his dick off and he'd have been unable to react!

	Neither had happened, though; Claudette was contentedly suckling his
cock head -- something he could just barely stand, after blowing that load
-- somehow managing to smile around it...  "Uh, that's enough, Honey.  It's
real sensitive, now."

	"Okay."  Was that a pout?  Claudette pulled back and engaged Ted's
eyes.  "Any time you want that, you let me know, okay?"

	"Yeah, sure."  Ted agreed distantly.  "You really seemed to like
that."

	"Uh huh," Claudette agreed.  "I did -- a lot!"  She was basking in
the glow of her accomplishment -- Ted had squirted all over the place!

	"Come here..." Ted undid the rope.  He HAD the pics, after all --
besides, Claudette was -- what?  This wasn't the Ice Princess -- it was
another, different girl -- one who stood up, smiled, and said, "Want to take
some more pictures?"

	"Well, yeah, actually..."  Shit, if she was gonna stand there...
Collecting her blouses, he said, "Hey, you don't need both of these, do
you?"

	"Huh?"  Claudette blinked.  "I guess not...."

	"Come here, then."  Ted separated the pink top from the green one
and used it to wipe off Claudette's chin and chest where she was shiny with
her own spit.  "Might as well take NICE pictures..."  Her hair was a bit of
a mess, but she seemed to be coming out of her daze, somewhat -- time to get
what he could in the way of additional evidence...  Fishing in the chair, he
came up with the camera, "Okay, smile!"

	He got two full-length photos of her, gloriously naked, and a close-
up from the tits up -- any one of which was undeniable evidence that he'd
melted the Ice Princess.  Toward the end, Claudette started frowning, and
Ted concluded that whatever high she was on was beginning to fade.  "Come
on, Honey, let's get you back into your clothes..."  Somewhere during the
past half-hour, they had both changed.  Ted's plans for Claudette had
shifted from immediate gratification and eventual demolition to an honest
attempt to sustain things -- while covering his ass, of course.  "Sweetie"
as a nickname went away during that period, because that was the nickname
Ted always applied to his victims.  Claudette was no longer quite that; in
fact, to a certain extent, he was responsible for her continued well-being,
if he wanted to continue using her.  He needed to go ahead and help her with
her little popularity projects (not that he gave a shit about such things),
and maybe he even owed her a little something...

	Claudette was wrestling her clothing into a wearable condition,
looking more and more troubled; obviously, reality was leaking in.  Time to
put it off a bit; besides, Claudette hadn't earned punishments and she HAD
earned rewards!  "Leave that for a minute and come over here, Honey."  Ted
settled onto the blanket with his legs crossed and motioned her over.

	"Mom's gonna be worried..."  Mom wasn't the only one!  Gawd, what
had she been doing with Ted?  Things had been good, then they'd gone
terribly wrong, and Ted had gotten mean -- and then they got better again,
largely because she stopped worrying about the small stuff.  But it WASN'T
small stuff -- It was BIG stuff, and she'd done some crazy things...

	This was all going to come back to haunt her...  All this went
through her mind while she walked over to Ted, who pulled her down beside
him.  "You okay?" he asked.

	"I--I don't know..."

	"Shhhhh, relax, lay down on my lap..." Ted murmured.  Claudette,
still malleable, did as she was told.

	Ted had put his undershorts back on, but he wasn't much ahead of
Claudette.  The head in the lap thing was an experiment...

	... And it was successful.  Claudette let Ted press her head into
his lap more or less against her better judgment -- experience with his
violent side had been the clincher.  But once there she slowly began to
relax.  "God, you smell good!  Is that after-shave or something?  Cologne?
Body spray?"

	"It's just me."  Ted went from rubbing her arm to rubbing her side
to cupping her right breast inside two minutes -- all he got was murmurs and
wiggles.  Blatant nipple play brought gasps.  "Remember when I said that if
we had a relationship, sometimes I would do things to make you happy?" Ted
asked conversationally.

	"Mmm hmmm..."  Happy like now?  Like when he mauled her nipple with
his fingers and shooting flashes of pleasure went everywhere?  Like the way
her cookie was drooling and the nubbin at the top was making her rub her
legs together?

	"Okay, Honey, you've been real good, and this is one of those times.
Roll over on your back...  Now spread your legs a bit..."  Ted switched
hands, using his left to go to work on her left breast while his right
headed for her crotch.  Christ!  She was soaked!  Ted ran three fingers up
and down between Claudette's legs.  Claudette hunched her back and lifted
both knees.  He was going to need more room; Ted gently extricated himself,
settling Claudette's head on the blanket.  Claudette moaned, but didn't put
up a fuss.  Ted put those three fingers to work, massaging Claudette's twat
while working her left nipple with his left hand.

	"Omigod..."  Claudette undulated.  She remembered being worried
about the future, but Ted had calmed her.  Then she got incredibly...
aroused...  and Ted said he was going to make her happy -- wasn't that nice?
And he played with her nipple -- that was nice! -- and her cookie started
itching like mad, and Ted started rubbing it.  Now it itched worse than
ever, but Ted's rubbing it felt SOOO good...  "Mmmph... Mmmph... Oh, God..."

	Ted smiled.  Claudette's wild side was just simply amazing!  The Ice
Princess was a sex pistol!  There was no way was she going to make it to
marriage with her cherry!  Kneeling over her, he lowered his lips to hers
and husked, "Give me a kiss now, Honey!  Do a good job!  Suck my tongue..."
He pressed his lips to hers and they flowered open immediately.  He darted
his tongue inside and she moaned into his mouth and her tongue started
playing tag with his.  Meanwhile, she humped his hand more and more
furiously.  One hand came up to wrap around his neck and the other grabbed
his wrist, anchoring it while she thrashed harder and harder!

	When Ted got up and moved his crotch away from her nostrils,
Claudette began to recover again -- but that was all irrelevant, because she
was in the grip of a new stimulus -- one every bit as powerful, if not more
so!  Ted's hand in her cookie was making promises, promises Claudette wanted
fulfilled in the worst way!  The kissing -- that wasn't anything she could
control -- it seemed to go with everything else...  Now, the urgency was
mounting -- she knew what was coming in general, but had NO IDEA what it
would be like in particular...

	"Mmmf... Mmmmf... MMMMF!!  MMMMMF!! MMMMMMF!!!!
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEE!!!!" Claudette screamed into Ted's mouth as the
whirlwind took her.  The scream was Little Beast declaring her freedom,
ascending from Claudette's galvanized body and taking her consciousness with
her.