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   Rhona part 1 (nc, blackmail, humil, gang)

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   This Novella is not for minors or anyone else that doesn't like to read
about panties, spanking, humiliation, nc sex, gang-rape, blackmail,
voyeurism, masturbation and other un-PC stuff.  This is copyright, (c) 1998
by me, Spoonbender.  It can be distributed freely as long as no charge is
made for it and it isn't changed in any way (including this header and the
footnote).  If it is archived it is on the basis that I have unrestricted
access to the archive.  This is all pure fantasy, the figment of a peculiar
mind so any resemblance to anyone either alive or dead is purely
coincidental.  Its probably a bit nastier then anything I've written
before, though nowhere near as nasty as I've seen on the newsgroups.  Judge
for yourself.  Don't flame me if you don't like my style, I'm still
learning the craft.  Email me if you have constructive criticism, or if you
like it and want more, my address is theodore@spoonbender.demon.co.uk.

   A bit of a slow start in this story.  For some reason it seemed to
require quite a bit of scene building, so I hope you bear with me.  As I
said before I'm still learning and experimenting with different styles to
find out which suits me best (if any).  If you prefer stories of the 'grab
her, throw her to the ground and rip her panties off' school of writing,
then please pass this by.

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   I don't suppose you remember the case?

   No?  Oh well, it was a few years ago.  It did make a bit of a splash at
the time though.  Got the media into a feeding frenzy.  Then again that
doesn't say much does it?

   Anyway, as I was saying, I did have a bit of a hand in it.  In a round
about sort of way.

   Now don't get me wrong I wasn't one of the players.  I just got caught
up in it.  I never thought much of it at the time, well you wouldn't if you
were only 13 years old would you?  Everything was a bit of a lark at that
age.  Exploring and tasting the new found world of puberty.  Truth is that
I reached puberty around my eleventh birthday and I hardly even noticed it.
One day my pubics were bare and uninteresting and the next.......well you
know how it was.  Girls suddenly changed from being spiteful little
weaklings, hovering on the periphery of your vision, into unattainable
goddesses.  At least I thought so at the time.

   My tale is about Rhona.  Sweet, sweet Rhona.  She was seventeen that
year.  She was a tallish girl, maybe 5' 6", gorgeous, fresh, a rare jewel.
Then there was the smile.  Oh that smile!  It lit up the room and made your
stomach perform gymnastics if it was turned on you at full volume.  She had
a really nice figure too, sorry I'm understating it as is the English way,
what I meant to say was that she had a GREAT figure.  I couldn't take my
eyes off of those breasts as they jiggled happily under her school jersey.
I fantasised for hours about following those delightfully curvy legs from
the tips of her toes to the forbidden heights hidden decorously under her
flouncing plaid skirt.  She was every fantasy I'd ever had rolled up into
one neat bundle.  From the crown of her brunette mane down to her delicate
pink toes.  I lusted after every inch of her.

   While I mooned around, bobbing in her frenetic wake, she studiously
ignored me.  I'm being generous to myself here, she probably didn't even
notice me.  How cruel nature is.  Just when the sap is rising and the
juices are flowing and when you need to be at your most attractive to the
opposite sex, nature pitches you a curve by making you gangly, awkward and,
above all, spotty.  Why would a beautiful girl in the prime of her
maidenhood notice a pimply, gawky kid?  I just faded into the scenery as
far as she was concerned.

   Of course she dated the Captain of Rugby.  Paul Williams.  God I hated
that guy.  I was sure he was, you know, doing it to her.  Oh hell lets set
the record straight.  In my fevered imagination, he was fucking her silly.
I wanted to be him.  I hated him because he wasn't me.

   It was all infatuation you see.  Like childhood itself, it passed.

   I'll now tell you the tale of its passing.

   The story starts one fine evening, just as dusk was settling.  A
Saturday I recall.  Rhona and her best friend Janet Baker were getting
ready for 'the' party.  Meanwhile I had climbed into her garden.  I blush
to tell you this now but I was going to steal some of her underwear from
the washing line.  Actually I would, at that time, have given two years of
my life for a glimpse at her knickers, never mind owning a pair myself. 
Thinking back it must have taken quite a bit of courage.  Her father was a
policeman you see.  A senior one.  Detective Chief Inspector Rodgers of
Seaport CID.  We all knew DCI Rodgers and I knew what would happen if I
were to be caught.  Well I didn't exactly know but I had a pretty shrewd
idea, but lust overcomes inhibitions as they say.

   I had climbed over the back wall and I was making my way stealthily
across the garden towards the washing line when suddenly the patio door
opened and there was my love, my muse, my Erato, stepping into the evening
along with her rather plain friend.  Heart thumping like a tribal drum I
dropped behind a rhododendron.  Please don't catch me, please.

   The two girls walked straight towards me and stopped just short of the
bush.  I'm sure they were going to shout or at least humiliate me in some
way.  They stopped by the bush and bent their heads together,
conspiratorially.

   "What's the big secret?" That was Janet.

   "Look!" Whispered Rho and held her hand out.

   "What are they?" Big, stupid Janet.

   "Shush, not so loud.  My dad would kill me if he knew I had them."

   "What are they?"

   "Oh come on Janet.  You know.  'E', ecstasy."

   "Wow where'd you get them?"

   "I got them off of Fiona.  You know the blond girl in 5c.  The one with
the big..." She cupped her hands in front of her breasts and drew them
away.

   Janet giggled.

   "So do you want one?"

   Janet looked thoughtful.  "Aren't they dangerous?  Didn't some girl die
taking them?"

   Rho tossed her head in mild annoyance.  "She was stupid.  I heard she
took lots of things.  They're ok.  I've taken one before and it was great."


   "You have?" Hesitantly.  "You sure they're ok?"

   "Sure as sure can be.  Anyway do you want one or not?"

   "Well.  Oh.  Ok."

   "Here tuck it into your bra.  They never search there."

   Moments later they heard Paul's car and they left.  They passed Rhona's
mother who had come out to collect in the washing.

   Thwarted I waited for half an hour for the coast to clear, then I
scrambled over the wall.  I'd never pluck up the courage again.  Scratch
one plan.

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   "Can we have a statement, DCI Rodgers, about the tragic death of Janet
Baker?"

   "Yes as you know she died of heart failure in the early hours of this
morning.  We are awaiting the results of the autopsy but the initial
indications are that she had a heart attack after taking a class A
controlled substance earlier in the evening."

   "What are the police doing about the drug menace that is threatening our
society?"

   "Rest assured that we are leaving no stone unturned in trying to find
the disgusting individual that pushed these foul substances onto this poor
unsuspecting girl.  When we do find them then we intend to prosecute them
to the utmost limit of our powers.  This filth must be kept off our streets
and I intend to make sure that it is."

   ********************************************************

   It took me a little while to catch up with events.  I wasn't stupid,
just a little naive.  I just thought, 'Hey I knew her.' Then it hit me.  I
had the information that the police were seeking.  I pictured myself as a
hero.  You know, helping to bring the criminal to justice, my face on the
front page of the local paper.  I nearly did phone the police too.  Then my
senses returned.  How the heck was I going to explain being in the Rodgers'
garden that night?  I couldn't very well tell them the real reason could I?
I'd probably be the laughing stock of the whole town and I'd probably get
done for burglary or something.

   I thought about it long and hard for nearly a week.  I didn't see Rhona
that much during that time.  You see we went to different schools.  She
went to the Public school, which was for bright kids and kids with rich
parents, and me, well I went to the Comprehensive next door.  The schools
shared some facilities, like the playing fields and changing rooms, so I
did get to see her at school sometimes.  Mostly I saw her in the street
where we both lived.  Not that week though, after the tragedy she stayed
home, comforted by her parents the papers said, after the loss of her
friend.  How her father never caught on I'll never know, maybe love really
is blind.

   Eventually I thought that I could turn this to my advantage.  So when
she returned to school, to face the pity of her friends and the
sickly-sweet, feigned, grief of her teachers, she found a note in her
locker.

   I KNOW WHO SUPPLIED THE E I BET A CERTAIN DCI WOULD LOVE TO KNOW TOO YOU
HAD BETTER MEET ME IN SOMERVILLE PARK BY THE FOUNTAIN AT FIVE TONIGHT OR HE
LL KNOW BY SIX

   I spent hours cutting the words out of the newspaper and pasting them
out.  I couldn't be fussed with the punctuation, truth is I've never been
very good at it anyway.

   My stomach was twisting in knots.  Would she turn up?  Was I dreaming it
all up?  It seemed so real, surely it wasn't a dream?  Then just on the
stroke of five I saw her.  She was wearing her plaid and her knee high
socks and was biting her lip nervously.  She stopped by the fountain and
looked around.  Apart from the occasional admiring glance she got from
passing males no-one seemed to notice her.  Her nervousness increased as I
let the minutes tick away.  I could see she was torn in indecision then,
just as I sensed she was going to walk away, I pounced.

   I tapped her on her shoulder and she started like a frightened fawn.

   "I think you've come to see me."

   She stood open mouthed before finally croaking.  "You.  But...."

   "We can't talk here, there's too many people about.  Tell you what,
let's go to the dell."

   "I'm not going to the dell.  Not with you I'm not."

   "Fine, I'm going to be a hero then.  I'll tell them everything." I
turned and went to walk away.  'Shit.  Shit.  Shit' I thought.

   "Please come back.  Yes.  I er will go to the dell with you."

   The dell was a secluded area, much frequented by lovers, but at this
time in the afternoon it was deserted.  I motioned her to sit beside me on
a fallen tree.  She perched and regarded me, struggling to come to terms
with this turn of events.  Finally she spoke.

   "What do you know?"

   "Everything of course or I wouldn't be here, and neither would you."

   "What do you mean everything."

   "Come on Rhona.  I know you gave Janet that tablet."

   "You're guessing." She bluffed, hoping it was true.

   "Yeah right.  So how come I know you told her to hide it in her bra so
they wouldn't find it if they searched her then?"

   I could see her eyes brightening with tears.  "H-how?".  She stammered.

   "Cause I was there.  In your garden, that's how." I said in triumph.

   "Why were you in my garden?  You have no right, if my dad found out
he'd....."

   "He ain't going to find out, unless you tell him.  Or unless I go to him
and say that I suspected that you were the local drug dealer and I was
spying on you to get evidence.  I even know where you get your drugs from.
I know everything.  Think I'll get a reward for breaking up a drugs gang.?
You a drug dealer hey?  It's perfect, what a neat way of covering up,
dealing from a Policeman's house.  Totally above suspicion.  Neat Rhona
I've got to hand it to you.  Brilliant it was.  Now it ain't so brilliant
though because you got caught.  So you'll go to jail and your daddy will
probably lose his job."

   "Oh no.  I don't deal drugs.  I just got a couple of tabs.  I never
thought they'd do any harm.  Please believe me."

   "Why should I?  Janet asked if they were dangerous and you said no.  You
killed her Rhona.  I think I'd better tell the Police."

   She was crying openly now.  Her head held in her hands.  Slowly I
grasped her hands and drew them away from her face.  She looked up at me
with puffy, red rimmed, eyes.

   "Of course there is an alternative."

   "What?" She sobbed.

   "You could become my girlfriend.  Then I'd look after you."

   The silence hung heavy on the air.  I could feel the sweat forming along
my back.  If only I could pull this off.  I'd be the envy of my class. 
Please say yes Rhona.  Do it.

   "So what do you say?"

   "I er what do you mean by be your girlfriend?"

   "You know like you are with Paul Williams.  Course you'd have to finish
with him, but don't worry I'll make it up to you.  All my girlfriends say
I'm fantastic." There are lies, damned lies and the things adolescents say
to get inside a girl's knickers.  As chat up lines go it was pretty lame,
though I thought it was pretty cool at the time.  Never having ever been
out with a girl and all.  Cringemaking now of course.  If only I knew then
what I know now hey?

   Rhona just sat there looking at me, with tears running down her face.  I
could almost hear the cogs whirring in her head as she weighed up the
options.

   "So Rhona will you be my girlfriend or do I have to go to the Police?"

   "What will I have to do?" She was obviously seriously considering it as
an option.

   "You know what girlfriends do.  Go out with me and all."

   Honest to god that was all I was thinking off at that time.  I hardly
dared think of having S.E.X with her, maybe I'd get to feel her up.  Mainly
I just wanted to be seen with her, walking hand in hand.  Making my friends
jealous.

   "I could be your secret girlfriend." She bargained hopefully.  "We could
meet and stuff."

   I shook my head emphatically.  "That's not good enough.  I want you to
be my proper girlfriend."

   "But you're so young." She whined.

   "Ok so that's how you want it.  I'm off.  Bye Rhona see you in court."

   She grabbed my arm.  "Please don't.  Yes I'll be your girlfriend if you
want.  Please don't tell anyone about Janet will you?"

   "You'll finish with Paul then?"

   She stared at me then nodded, slowly.

   "When?"

   "It'll take a little time.  I've been going with him for two years.  We
were going to get married.  Let me have a couple of weeks, then I'll let
him down gently."

   "No way.  Either you tell him tonight or its all off and you'll be in
jail by morning."

   "But please......"

   "Tonight Rhona."

   "Ok, ok I'll do it." She sighed.

   I could have danced around with glee.  I had her, I had her, I had her.
I couldn't believe it.  Now for one final little test to see if she was
serious.

   "Now that's settled do you want to know the real reason I was in your
garden that night?"

   She looked at me blankly.

   "I was going to steal a pair of your knickers Rhona.  But now I don't
have to do I?  Now you'll just take them off and give them to me won't
you?"

   She flushed scarlet.  "You want me to take off my knickers and give them
to you?  Why?"

   "I just want them that's all." It took all my willpower to stop myself
from blushing.  I was as embarrassed as hell talking like this to a girl.

   "That's horrible and dirty.  I can't do that."

   "Yes you can, or you can do five years, its your choice.  So what will
it be Rhona?"

   Lachrymosely she stood and fumbled under her skirt.  Then in one swift
motion she pulled her knickers from under her plaid.  Decorously she
stepped out of them and stooped to pick them up off the ground.  Then she
stood holding them.

   I held my hand out.  "Give." I said.

   Reluctantly she handed them over and in doing so she signalled the start
of a new life for herself.

   I balled them in my pocket and we walked hand in hand to her car.

   I was at heaven's gate.

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   "Rhona Rodgers' knickers.  No way!  Not THE Rhona Rodgers?"

   "Of course." I said as nonchalantly as I could.

   "I don't believe you."

   "Look at this then." Triumphantly I pulled them from my pocket and
stretched them between my two index fingers.  "See."

   Billy stared at them as if they were pure gold.  Then a crafty look came
into his eye.

   "You stole them didn't you?"

   "I did not.  She gave them to me."

   "She GAVE them to you!  Rhona Rodgers GAVE them to you!  Yeah, right,
pull the other one its got bells on."

   "Its true.  Listen, I tell you what." He sniggering tone was beginning
to wind me up.  "You give me fifty pence and I'll get her to take off a
pair and give them to you."

   I could see him considering it.  If it was true then it was money well
spent, he could earn a fortune from them in the junior boys' toilets.  But
how?

   "Ok but we'll make it a bet.  I'll bet you fifty pence that she won't do
it.  If she does I'll give you 50p and you give me the knickers."

   "That'll cost you another fifty then." I wasn't going to get ripped off
that easily.

   A pause while he considered it.  "Ok.  You got a deal.  Bet you can't do
it though."

   "You've already bet.  Just meet me in the trees behind the swimming pool
after school tomorrow and make sure you bring your money." I called over my
shoulder as I split.

   I had things to do and arrangements to make.

   *******************************************************

   Billy was like a horse with a pepper up its arse.  He was hopping around
impatiently as we waited for our entertainment.

   "If you're winding me up I'll do you." He snarled at me.

   "Relax.  She'll come." At least I hoped she would.

   She came.

   Pushing aside the thickly intertwined branches she stepped into the
little clearing.  She stopped dead when she saw Billy.

   "Its ok." I said.  "He knows you're my girlfriend."

   She gulped.  Already I could see the tears forming.

   "Rhona this is Billy.  Billy, Rhona."

   "Hi." Said Billy as his eyes focussed on the bumps in her jersey.

   She mumbled something inaudibly.

   "Now you are probably wondering why I've invited him here?  The thing is
he is a kind of fan of yours.  Nearly as much as I was.  Anyway he's such a
good fan that I'd like you to give him a little something.  To remind him
of you.........  So Rhona just take off your knickers and hand them over to
him."

   The last sentence came out in a rush, I was so nervous.  The audacity of
what I just asked her to do was breathtaking, thinking back on it.  A
seventeen year old woman being ordered to pull off her underwear by a
thirteen year old boy.  Then having to hand them over to another 13 year
old while he stood there gawping with eyes like organ stops.

   It worked though.  Audibly sobbing she encored the performance she gave
for me two days before.  She was just about to hand them over when I
stopped her.

   "Money." I said rubbing my fingers and thumb together towards Billy.  I
could see her jerk when the realisation hit her but then she stared at the
ground.  Face glowing.

   Grinning Billy handed over the pound coin.  "Worth every penny.  "He
said as he took possession of the warm panties.

   "Hey wait a minute." He said suddenly.  "How do I know that this isn't
some put up job?"

   "What do you mean?" I've got to hand it to Billy he was a crafty
bastard.

   "How do I know that she isn't wearing another pair under there?"

   "What if she is?  So what?"

   "Then these aren't worth so much then are they?  They're only worth
something when they've been stroking her pussy all day." I'd never heard
Billy speak like this before I wonder where he had picked it up?

   Rhona whirled towards me.  "What does he mean not worth so much?"

   Billy answered.  "I'm hiring them out.  Ten pence a time so the boys can
wank while they smell you."

   "Wha...That's disgusting.  Please don't do that, give them back, please
give them back."

   He balled them up in his fist, high over his head, and said.  "And what
will you do in return?"

   "Hey watch it, she's my girlfriend."

   "Don't sweat.  I wasn't really going to give them back to her.  I just
wanted to see what she'd offer.  Anyway I still don't know."

   "Know what?"

   "Whether she's got another pair of pants on under that skirt."

   I turned to her.  "Have you?"

   She shook her head lost in a haze of shame and humiliation.

   "Yeah right I'm going to believe her now aren't I?"

   "So what do you want?"

   "I want a look." I walked into that one.  I thought about it for a
moment then the solution came to me.  I mean I didn't want him to be the
first to see her thingy did I?

   Turning to Rhona I said.  "Turn around Rhona and raise your skirt."

   "No please, this is so embarrassing."

   "Not as embarrassing as the alternative though is it?" I let the threat
hang on the air.  After a moments hesitation she turned and slowly raised
her skirt.  I'm sure my veins were going to burst as more and more of her
shapely legs hove into view.  She stopped just as the hem brushed the
underside of her bottom.

   "All the way Rhona.  Let Billy see he ain't being ripped off."

   She hiccuped a sob and pulled the plaid clear of her alabaster backside.
I'd seen a woman's ass before when I accidentally caught my mother in the
bathroom but its not the same thing at all is it?  Rhona's globes were like
a pale peach, perfectly rounded and without a trace of sag or fat. 
Unblemished too except for the faint lines carved by her recently departed
knickers.  A sharp intake of breath convinced me that, for all his bravado,
Billy had had as much to do with girls as I had.  Still you had to admire
this glowing example of the assmaker's art, whether you were a pimply
adolescent or seasoned Lothario.

   Billy made a move towards her, which I pre-empted.  "Drop your skirt." I
ordered to which she instantly complied.

   "What you do that for?" He whinged.  "I was just going to have a closer
look."

   "You've seen all you're going to see.  I told you she's my girlfriend
and I look after her."

   "Can I go now?" She asked, her emotion giving her voice a trill,
falsetto tone.

   "What's the hurry?" Smirked Billy.

   I shot him a filthy look.  "Sure.  See you tomorrow as arranged.  Yes?"

   She nodded and was gone.

   "How'd you do that?" Asked Billy, trying hard not to facialize his
admiration.

   I shrugged, noncommittally.  "She just likes me that's all."

   Billy looked at me.  "Yeah right and I'm the Pope."

   "Hello your holiness."

   I thought that was amazingly witty at the time.

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   "Take them off Rhona."

   With a sigh she dropped her knicks and handed them to me.

   "That's better.  Let's have a little rule that says that you take off
your knickers and give them to me every time we meet.  It'll save me from
asking won't it."

   "Are you going to 'hire' them out too?" She snivelled.

   I'd thought about it but I decided that I really wanted to appear more
grown up.  "Naw you're my girlfriend and men don't do things like that to
their girlfriends."

   "So what you going to do with them?"

   I was still finding it difficult to interact with a grown up girl so I
had to steel myself for a sensible answer.  "Trophies.  They're trophies."

   "Of what?" she pressured.

   "Of you being my girlfriend.  No-one would believe me otherwise.  Now
shut up about it."

   "Can't you have something else.  This is so embarrassing."

   "Yeah I could have something else." Her pestering was getting me riled.
"I could fuck you."

   The words hung above her head like a storm cloud.  Maybe she hadn't
considered this to be one of her duties as a girlfriend.  Maybe she thought
I couldn't do it.

   "I could you know." After a few minutes of silence.  "I've done it
before.  Loads of times."

   She continued to stare at the ground.  So I hit her with the piece de
resistance.

   "And you'd let me wouldn't you Rhona?"

   A tear coursed slowly down her cheek, but she kept her counsel.

   "Wouldn't you?" I insisted.

   "Yes." It was faint, a bare sibilance.  But it was there, that was the
main thing.  For the first time it really hit home to me.  I had her.  I
really, really had her.  Her tits, her ass, her cunny.  They were all mine,
for the taking.  It was all very heady stuff.  And I didn't have a clue
what to do about it.

   "Have you been fucked before Rhona?"

   She looked sharply at me then her head seemed to slump into her
shoulders as she nodded.

   "How many times?"

   Silence.

   "How many Rhona?  I'm getting annoyed now."

   "I'm trying to think.  A dozen maybe.  Please can't we change the
subject?"

   "No this is interesting.  So how many boys?"

   "Three, just three."

   "Who were they?"

   "Ooooh no.  Please Barrie, please talk about something else."

   "No way Rho.  I want to know.  Who were they?"

   "Paul, Andy Feltham and Rick Thamsead."

   Just then Rhona's mother came out into the garden where we were sitting.


   "Teas ready Rhona, does your friend want to stay and eat with us?"

   Mrs Rodgers eyed me strangely.  I could see her trying to work out why
her delectable daughter should drop her long standing boyfriend and take up
with the likes of me.

   "Funny old world." I said, sotto voce, in response to her unasked
question.  "Yes I'd love to if it isn't too much trouble Mrs Rodgers."

   The meal was interesting to say the least.  I started off the batting by
asking her father whether he was any closer to finding Janet's killer.  I
deliberately used that word.  As you can see I was growing up fast.

   "We have a few leads." He muttered.  "But, as you can imagine I can't
talk about it as it may hinder our enquiries." Then a change of tack as
Rhona was obviously becoming upset.  "You're Harry Jones' boy aren't you?"

   "Yes I am." Everybody knew my dad.  Happy, willing and friendly.  The
local Jerry builder, incapable of putting anything together that was likely
to outlive its owner, irrespective of their age.  But well liked for all
that.

   "So what have you and Rhona been talking about then?" Ever the
policeman.

   I sneaked a glance at my love.  "Computers." I said.  "I'm teaching her
about Computers."

   "I didn't know you were interested in Computers Rho." Said her mother.
"You hardly seem to touch yours."

   "That's because I didn't know what to do.  Now Barrie is going to show
me.  I need to learn about them if I want to go to University next year."

   She was quick I'll give her that.  Volleying from my serve.  It did
offer a reasonably feasible explanation to why we were hanging around
together.

   It hardly explained us holding hands though, did it?

   ********************************************************

   The tap on the window came later that night.  I didn't actually share
the house with my parents, but instead my dad had built me a bedroom/study
over the garage.  The normal way in was through the house but for obvious
reasons Rhona didn't seem to want to be seen entering my bedroom that way.

   So I made her climb up the oak that stood outside my window.  It was a
long laborious climb, even in the daylight.  Now, with just in the diffused
light of the streetlamps, it was energetic and fraught with potential
disaster.  So she arrived, panting and perspiring.

   Opening the window I ushered her in.  She looked around the untidy room
with a slight grimace of distaste.  For some reason this got me really
annoyed.

   "Well?" I said.

   "Well what?"

   "Haven't you forgotten something?"

   "What?"

   "For a bright girl you've got a short memory.  I told you that I wanted
you to give me your knickers every time we met.  So get on with it."

   "Not again.  I've already given you a pair today."

   "Don't piss me off Rho.  Just do it."

   This time she was wearing jeans and a longish tee shirt.  So she had to
struggle out of her jeans in order to make my prize available to me.  So
there, in the cluttered homeliness of my room I got my first, brief,
glimpse of a female's secrets as she stepped high to kick them off.  After
handing them to me she went to put her jeans back on.

   "Leave them." I said thickly.  "You'll be more comfortable.  Here sit on
my bed.  No, better still lie down."

   "What are you going to do?"

   "I don't know yet.  I'll probably fuck you if I want."

   "Listen do we have to?  Can't we just talk about it?"

   "Yeah why not?  You can tell me about all your boyfriends and how they
fucked you."

   "What do you mean?"

   "I want you to tell me all the details.  What you were wearing, where it
took place what it was like.  Everything.  All about every fuck you've ever
had."

   "I can't remember them all that well."

   "You'll have to try, unless you prefer to fuck me instead.  Listen I'll
make it easy for you.  Just tell me who had you first.  You should remember
that one at least." I knew I would.

   "This is so embarrassing."

   "You find everything embarrassing.  Just get on with it.  Wait a minute
I'll get my tape recorder."

   I positioned the microphone close to her head.

   "Ok that's all set up.  So go on then, who was it anyway?"

   Blushing, and haltingly, she replied.  "Rick Thamsead."

   "Say it properly for the tape.  Give us your name, his name and what he
did to you."

   "My name is Rhona Rodgers and Rick Thamsead took my virginity."

   I knew him vaguely.  He'd left school a year early to start work as a
grease monkey in his father's garage.  I seem to remember he had a big nose
too, hardly the one I'd have pegged as taking my girl's maidenhead.

   "So tell me about it.  Listen, why not lay down properly, get yourself
comfy, yeah flat on your back, that's right.  Now you're all relaxed you
just tell the tale ok."

   I lay down next to her and laid my hand on her warm thigh.  She froze
but didn't pull away.

   "Get on with it Rhona.  And don't forget anything."

   So she began her monologue.

   "I was fifteen.  I wasn't intending to sleep with him, especially him. I
didn't even really like him.  I was at the school disco.  It was all very
tame really.  I was wearing my black minidress.  I felt so grown up.  My
mum had bought it for me.  I thought it was so cool.  The teachers ran the
Disco so there was no booze about, but one of my friends said that some of
the boys had smuggled in some bottles and were passing them round behind
the assembly hall.  So I went.  I only went because I wanted to be part of
the gang.  You know if you aren't there then everyone talks about you.  I'd
never had booze before and I got squiffy.  Then Rick did it to me."

   "That it then?"

   "Yes."

   "What about the juicy bits?"

   "What do you mean?"

   "Did it hurt when he burst you, did he wear a Johnny that sort of
thing."

   "Why do you want to know?"

   "Because Boyfriends and girlfriends shouldn't have any secrets from each
other that's why."

   We bantered like this for a while before the story came out.  How it had
really hurt and how he'd made her sticky and sore and ruined her dress into
the bargain.  And no she hadn't orgasmed, but she had sobered up pretty
quick.  Then she worried about being pregnant and was ashamed when the boys
in Rick's class had sniggered at her.  They kept asking her for a date
because they'd heard she put out.

   By this time I was lying next to her and my fingers started to trace a
criss cross pattern on her thighs.  They were so soft and yielding, yet
springy, like warm soft rubber.  She moaned a little and I thought I'd hurt
her but her eyes were closed and her mouth was slightly parted.  It took it
as a cue to continue.

   So as she continued to catalogue her gallery of sexual experiences I
worked my fingers up towards my goal.  Suddenly I was there, I could feel
her soft pubics, and her damp heat, against the back of my fingers.  I was
just about to capture the epicentre of her being when her hand clamped down
over mine.

   "Please Barrie don't do it."

   "Take your hand away Rho.  Do it Rho, do it now."

   "Please don't.  I don't want to.  Maybe some other time not now please."


   "Ok I'll tell you what, if you play with yourself and make yourself come
then I won't do it.  Pull your shirt up first though so I can see what
you're doing."

   Caught between the devil of being fucked by me and the deep blue sea of
a public masturbation she plumped for the latter.  Pulling up her shirt she
finally showed me her slash.  I scooted in for a closer look but her
compressed thighs spoiled the view.

   "Open your legs Rhona.  I can't see.  Come on wider than that.  I bet
you opened them wider for Paul didn't you?  Ok that's good.  Wait a minute,
bend your knees make your feet touch your ass.  Here put this pillow under
your bottom.  Now let your legs fall open.  That's brilliant.  You can
start now."

   I was lying on the end of the bed, with my head propped up in my hands
watching intently from just a few inches away from the action, my head
strategically positioned between her wideflung thighs.  I felt like
pinching myself.  Here I was with my eyes feasting on a beautiful girl's
cunny while she did her best to pleasure herself, purely for my
entertainment.

   I saw she favoured a little button thing just above her, by now damp,
slot.  So I reached my hand forward and touched it.  The effect was
amazing, it was as if I'd jolted her with a huge electric shock.  She
sucked air and writhed as I continued to rub my finger in small circles on
her slippery nub.  Her hand came down over mine trying, gently, to draw me
away.  I slapped it away.

   "Leave it Rho.  Hold on to the bedhead.  That's right with both hands.
I'll take over from here."

   Picture the scene.  The most beautiful girl in town was lying half naked
and spread on my bed while I toyed with her love button.  Her breathing
started to become shallower and her parts wettened noticeably as my finger
fiddled.  I then plunged my finger deep inside her hot, slippery hole.  She
arched her back and clamped both of her hands down on mine.

   "Easy.  Easy" she breathed.

   I lay my head on her thigh, breathing in her musky aroma, as I brought
my other hand into play taking over clitty rubbing duties from its twin
which was now busily engaged pumping in and out of her.  Her moans became
louder and more frequent and she writhed on my bed, her thighs flexing and
relaxing in time to my thrusts.

   I was fascinated by the feeling of her pussy on my finger, how the firm
roof of her pussy mashed rhythmically on my pumping digit.  I pulled my
finger clear and steepled my fingers into a cone which I abruptly rammed
into her.  The effect was amazing.

   "Ah no, no.  Not so hard Paul."

   PAUL!!!  Fucking Paul.  I couldn't get away from the guy even in my own
fucking bedroom.  For a moment I saw red and I scooted up and smacked her
face.

   "I'm not fucking Paul.  I'm Barrie remember.  Your new boyfriend. 
Paul's finished, now I'm in charge.  So if I want to do this <I again
rammed my fingers hard into her> then I'll do it.  Do you understand?"

   "Please you're hurting me."

   "<Ram> If I want to hurt you <Ram> I'll hurt you <Ram> Do you
understand?"

   "Yes, Yes I understand please be gentle."

   I jumped up off the bed and looked down on her.  A classic submissive
offering, although I didn't see her like that at the time.  I just saw a
slut who had fucked three guys and had called out the name of a former
lover as I pleasured her.

   "Fuck you." I said and that's exactly what I intended to do.  But first
I needed a few props.

   It took a few minutes to set up my dad's video camera and the surveyor's
lights that he used on night jobs.  I made her lie there naked and wet
while I filmed her body in intimate detail.  Then I made her diddle herself
again, this time to a climax, while I filmed.  Finally it was time.

   "Beg me to fuck you." I snarled.

   "I can't.  Please I don't want to." She still lay legs pulled back and
her glistening pussy beckoning to me.

   "Beg me, or I'll be down the police station tomorrow morning."

   "Oh God.  Please fuck me Barrie.  I want it so bad.  I'm wet for you,
please give it to me."

   "Yeah ok as you asked so nicely."

   I stripped and positioned myself with my tool pointing at her pit.

   "Aren't you going to use something?" She gasped.

   In all honesty I'd never even thought about it.  My answer was quick
though.

   "Nah.  Real men don't wear rubbers." Then I plunged home.

   I couldn't believe that such ecstasy could exist.  Beating yourself off
with your hand was one thing but sinking into the warm pulsing body of a
woman was quite another.  It was utter bliss.  I closed my eyes and started
to stroke, completely ignoring her except for the sensations she was
causing in my body.  Faster and faster until, after only a couple of
minutes, I felt an explosion building up in my groin.

   She obviously felt it too because she started whimpering "No, No don't
come inside me.  I'm not on the pill.  You'll get me pregnant.  Please
don't do it inside me."

   Then she tried to push me off.  That really annoyed me and I used all my
strength to pull her hips towards mine as I felt the head of my dick
sinking deeper and deeper.  Then I came with her bucking and writhing under
me, legs kicking frantically, her face a solid sheet of tears.  I could
feel her draining my very essence as I pumped great gouts of my sperm into
her.  Finally I slowed down and lay on top of her savouring her heat and
the spasms inside her body as the last few drops dribbled from my spent
dick.

   I opened my eyes to find her crying her eyes out.

   "What's wrong with you?"

   "You did it inside me.  You could have made me pregnant.  I don't want
to have a baby fathered by a kid"

   "I'm not a kid.  I'm a man and I've just proved it to you.  Kids can't
make women pregnant.  Only men can do that.  Never call me a kid again you
hear or you'll really regret it.  Do you understand?"

   Seeing the anger in my face she nodded dumbly.  I rolled off and lay on
my back.

   "Now fuck off Rho.  I want to go to sleep."

   "Please you're lying on my jeans can you get up please?"

   "No I fucking can't.  Just fuck off, you've served your purpose for
tonight, now you can just go."

   Crying she uncoiled herself from the bed and, with one last wistful look
at her jeans trapped beneath me she scrambled out of the window.

   To help her I switched on the security lights around the house.

   I thought I caught a glimpse of her pussy leaking my juices as she
frantically scrambled down but then again it may just have been a trick
played by the harsh white light outlining her straining body against the
darkness of the tree.

   ********************************************************

   "What'd you need the camera for?"

   Billy smirked.  "Profit!" He declared.

   "What gives?  What do you mean profit?"

   "Well you know I'm hiring out her knicks, well some of the boys are
asking how they can be sure that they are hers.  They could belong to
anyone.  Even my sister.  Yeauch.  Who would want to wank over my sister?"

   I thought his sister was pretty cute personally but I saw his point,
what proof was there that the knickers were actually Rhona's.

   "So what are you going to do?"

   He then explained his plan to me.  I thought it made sense but I was
getting a trifle miffed that I was being cut out of the business.  After
all she was my girl.  So we haggled and eventually I was cut in for half
the take.  The agreement was that he ran the business and I supplied the
tools.

   Rhona entered the clearing to find herself facing a tripoded polaroid
and two grinning schoolboys hellbent on profit.

   "Stop there!" I shouted as she came towards us, holding my hand up while
I gazed through the viewfinder.  "Back a bit, to your left.  No my left,
that's it.  Too much, back again.  Perfect hold it there.  Ok Billy we're
ready.  I give the orders you take the picks."

   I turned to face her.

   "Lift your skirt Rhona.  Come on right up.  Use both hands.  That's
better.  That ok Billy?"

   "Get her to raise her left hand bit.  Make a kind of frame around her
knickers with her skirt."

   "You heard him Rhona do it."

   "Can't you make her smile?"

   "Smile Rhona." I ordered.  The result was a weak, watery, tilting of her
lips.  Not the thermonuclear blast of her full smile.

   "Do it properly Rhona.  Or there'll be trouble."

   We bent over that first picture admiring it, while she stood holding her
skirt aloft.

   "Neat!  That'll do it." Exclaimed Billy.  He was right it showed a
naturally smiling Rhona baring her knickers to the world.  Today they were
distinctively decorated with little pink roses, there could now be no
mistake regarding their origins.

   "Ok Rhona take 'em off." I said without looking at her.

   As she struggled to remove them Billy shot a succession of candid
photographs.

   I went over to her as Billy packed his gear away.

   "So are you pregnant." I enquired.

   "I don't know, I won't know for a while yet."

   I was about to say something when Billy announced that he was going to
try and catch the lunchtime crowd in the junior recreation room.

   "Why have you taken the pictures?" She asked, her voice dull with shame.


   "To prove those knickers are yours."

   "This is awful.  Why are you doing this to me?  I'm supposed to be your
girlfriend, men don't do this sort of thing to their girlfriends."

   To be honest I didn't really have a clue exactly what men did with their
girlfriends except fuck them.  I certainly wasn't into long meaningful
discussions or gazing romantically into her eyes that's for sure.

   "Girlfriends don't say no when their boyfriends want to fuck them."

   "They do sometimes, if it doesn't feel right."

   "Does it feel right now?" I husked.  I was getting horny again.

   "No Barrie, I've only got a few minutes before I have to back at school.
Can't we do it later or something."

   "Let me get this straight you want me to act like a proper boyfriend,
but you aren't willing to act like a proper girlfriend in return.  Is that
right?"

   "No its not like that.  I will do it.  I've got no choice.  But not here
please, not now."

   "Fuck that!  I want it and I want it now.  So take your skirt off and
open your legs."

   I made her lean against a tree with her legs splayed widely.  I didn't
want to get mud on my trousers my mum would have killed me.  She was taller
than me, a good three inches, so even with her legs spread wide her cunny
was at the right height for me to enter.  She was dry and she winced
audibly as I rammed myself home.  It was as blissful as before with the
added piquancy of her wild eyed terror at the possibility of being caught
in flagrante delicto with a minor.

   It only took a few minutes and, as before, I exploded my seed deep into
her.

   I looked at my watch as she left.  Oops she was going to be late for
school.  Her school had a slightly earlier lunch hour than mine.

   Oh well that's her problem.

   ********************************************************

   "Can I stand please."

   "Why?" I was intrigued by her request.  As usual she had scrambled into
the sanctuary of my room and she now stood before me as I lounged on the
bed.

   "Because my bottom hurts."

   I leaned forward, my interest piquing.

   "What have you been up to then?"

   She stared at the floor.  "I was paddled."

   "Wow.  Let me see."

   She turned and lifted her skirt.

   "Lift it properly, better still take it off and come over here I want a
good look."

   Her bottom was angrily red.

   I prodded it with my finger and she exclaimed softly.

   "Does that hurt?"

   "Yes."

   "Cool.  Who did this to you?"

   "The head prefect."

   "Why?"

   "Because I was late back to school after lunch.  I had to er go to the
ladies and clean myself up because I was er I mean I had, I er..."

   "Come on spit it out.  Why?"

   "Because I was sticky between my legs from where you er came in me."

   "Cool.  So what happened then?"

   "She caught me as I was trying to sneak into my class and she paddled
me. I got extra because I wasn't wearing any knickers.  She said she would
be watching me in future and next time she'd use the cane."

   "So you'd better hurry up when we meet in future.  It was your arguing
that made you late.  If you'd have just done it when I asked then you'd
have been on time.  So it was your own stupid fault."

   Already the discussion was starting to bore me, but I filed away the
information for future reference.

   "Listen Rho I still haven't seen your titties.  So pull your blouse off
and flop them out for me to play with will you?"

   "Can't you be a little less crude Barrie.  Lovemaking is supposed to be
a romantic thing between two people in love.  A man doesn't just ask a girl
to 'flop them out' so he can play with them."

   "Fuck that.  I'll do what I want and you can't stop me.  So get on with
it <suddenly a bit of inspiration> or I'll paddle you myself."

   Red faced she complied.  At last she stood before me, naked and
tempting.

   "Bring them close I want to hold them."

   She was forced to bend down so I could access them without
inconveniencing myself.  They were beautiful.  Round and perfectly
symmetrical surmounted with tiny little pink nubbins.  My fingers delved
deep as I kneaded them.  I was fascinated by how deep I could press my
fingers into her and how her flesh bulged between them.

   The scene was frozen for at least five minutes with her bent over,
shamed and humiliated, as I fondled her unrestrictedly.  Finally I finished
by squeezing her nipples between my fingers and thumbs and pulling them
hard.

   "Ow.  " Her hands flew up to her breasts.  "Ow that hurts."

   I batted her hands away impatiently.  "I told you Rho.  If I want to
hurt you I'll hurt you.  So you had better make sure I got no reason to in
future." With that I jammed a finger harshly into her vagina and used it as
a lever to pull her towards me until my face was mere inches from hers. 
"You understand?" I said as I squeezed her mons between my sunken digit and
my thumb.

   ""Yes.  Ooh Ohh.  Please Barrie.  Please that hurts.  Yes I understand.
I'll be a good girl please don't hurt me."

   I dropped my hand, the sudden exit of my finger causing her to cry out
softly.

   "I want to fuck." I said revelling in my mastery of her.

   "Er Barrie, will you?  I mean do you mind if er.."

   "What?"

   She took a deep breath.  "I've bought some condoms.  Will you wear one
please Barrie."

   "Let me see." I'd never actually seen one before.  I studied it, it was
pink and slimy feeling.  The thought of having that on my bell-end didn't
seem right somehow.  I handed it back.  "Nah.  It ain't natural.  You don't
have a bath in wellington boots." I'm sure I mixed a metaphor in there
somewhere, but it sufficed.

   "Please Barrie.  For me."

   "I said no and I mean it." I jammed my coned fingers up her cunt again.
"What's this for?"

   "Ah.  Ah.  Ow.  What do you, essssss, mean?" She teetered on her
tip-toes as them forced it deeper.

   "What's it for?"

   "Its for you.  For fucking." She guessed.

   "Yeah right and to take my spunk.  I make it, you take it that's the
deal.  This was specially made for emptying my balls into and that's just
what I'm going to use it for.  If you're worried about getting knocked up
then you take something.  Got it?"

   "Yes.  Yes.  No more please.  I've got it."

   I jammed my steepled fingers into her again.  "So repeat it back."

   "Its for you to come into."

   "What is?"

   "My Vagina."

   "Your what?  Give it its proper name." I jammed my fingers hard into her
again.

   "My cunt.  My cunt is for you to ejaculate into.  Please Barrie no
more."

   I dropped my hand.  "You're getting wet." I observed as I studied my
damp fingers.  "You want to fuck me again don't you?"

   She nodded reluctantly, her eyes said no.

   "Ok here's the deal.  I don't suppose you want to lay on that sore
bottom do you.  So I'll tell you what.  You can sit on top and do all the
work and I'll lay there and play with your titties.  That sound good?"

   She stared sullenly at me.

   "I asked you a question Rho.  Does that sound good?"

   "Yes Barrie it sounds good."

   "First a few ground rules.  You strip me.  You play with me until I'm
hard and then you lay me on the bed and fuck me till I come.  Then you wait
until I tell you to get off.  You got it?"

   She nodded.

   "I said have you got it?"

   "Yes Barrie I understand."

   "Good, wait a couple of minutes while I set the camera up then we'll get
cracking."

   "Do you have to film it?"

   I grabbed one of her breasts and squeezed hard.  "Don't make me angry
Rho.  You won't like it if I get angry."

   "I'm sorry Barrie." She was genuinely crying now.  Huge salt tears
streaming in a marching line across the hillocks of her cheeks.

   I looked through the viewfinder and set it rolling.

   "Good.  I'm ready so get to it."

   She dropped to her knees before me and fumbled with the button on my
jeans.  I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back so she faced me.

   "Beg me." I pulled her hair sharply.  "Beg me for my dick."

   "Please you're hurting me."

   "Then beg me."

   "Please Barrie please let me undress you.  <sob> please let me fuck you.
I want to feel you inside me.  I want to <sob> feel you shoot inside me."

   "Do it."

   She unpopped my button and drew my jeans down.  I had no intention of
helping her I just wanted to see what she would do, how she would go
through with it on her own with just fear as her motivating factor.  My
shorts followed next and my semi-limp penis sprang free.  She softly closed
her hand around it tenderly, almost lovingly.  The warmth of her hand
breathed new life into my tool.  Then she cupped my balls with her other
hand and started a slow massage inches from her face.  She drew herself up,
still stroking my knob and kissed me gently on the mouth.  Her tongue
probed and I opened.  Her tongue entered me, delving deep into my oral
orifice.  Her other hand now started its work by popping my shirt buttons.
Once she had freed about half of them her hand darted inside and started to
crawl across my chest while her other hand continued to caress my rapidly
hardening member.

   "Please lie down Barrie and I will make love to you." She breathed.

   I complied.  Her hand followed me down , still working.  She hunched
herself over me, straddling my thighs as her hands worked on.  Bending
forward she lightly nipped at my nipples with her teeth and I moaned in
lust.  This was fantastic.

   My tool was flagpole rigid by now and she writhed sensuously up my body
until her mouth met mine.  Again she delved, but this time I delved back
and our tongues fenced.  Her hand now grasped the root of my member and she
drew herself up and introduced it to the mouth of her sex.  Then, slowly,
agonisingly slowly, she lowered herself, willingly submitting to my rigid
manhood.  When I was fully home she placed her hands on my chest and
splayed her fingers, lightly digging her nails into me.

   She wriggled her hips as if to draw my member deeper inside herself then
she started to pump up and down, up and down.  I was in heaven, it was
everything I had ever dreamed of as she teased my nipples and tapped light
kisses on my face.  All the time her body moved up and down, up and down,
squeezing me, grasping me, drawing me in.

   Now she too was moaning, an erotic counterpoint to my groans as she
moved faster and faster.  I could feel my climax building like a storm
inside me as her moans became breathless gasps and her cunt gripped me and
rippled along my length.

   At that age you have no finesse, no feeling, no concepts of shared
loving.  You just cared about getting your rocks off.  At least I did. 
Thinking back I do believe that she was racing towards her own climax, but
I beat her to it and my hands formed claws, drawing her hips down onto me
as I erupted into her clutching maw.

   She continued to hump desperately but I'd finished.  I shot my bolt and,
although I was enjoying her straining body trying to coax her own orgasm
from my rapidly shrinking prick, I just wanted her to get off.

   "Rho."

   "Pleassssse, please let me come.  Please I need it so bad."

   "Get off Rho."

   "Pleasse."

   "Fuck you." I said and pushed her sideways at the same time as I heaved
my body up from the bed.  Arms whirling she fell off the bed with my newly
liberated prick drawing a thin line of goo along the length of her thigh.
She landed with a jolt and a small cry.  Her hands flew to her cunt and she
started to finger herself.

   "Stop that Rho." I jumped off the bed and pulled her hands clear, but
lust had lent her the strength of a madwoman and she inexorably drew my
hands back to her crotch.

   "Stop it." I slapped her face.  "Stop it <slap> Stop I tell you."

   Her hands flew to protect her face and she broke down into paroxysms of
deep sobs at her unfulfilled lust and the depths to which she had sunk to
achieve her nirvana.  I could see her chest heaving as she bawled her eyes
out.  I almost felt sorry for her, but then I had an idea.  I bent low so
my face was next to hers.

   "You want to come?"

   She sobbed on.  So I pulled her hands away and looked into her eyes.  "I
said do you want to come?"

   Hiccuping, she nodded.

   "Ok I'll let you do it to yourself, but first you must beg me.  In front
of the camera."

   I made her crouch like a baseball catcher and beg me to let her fuck
herself with her fingers.  All the time I filmed her in the most intimate
detail.  I loved the bit where the internal grasping of her pussy forced
gobs of my sperm to spurt and run down the inside of her thighs while her
fingers delved into the swampy morass of her crotch.  Finally she came. 
With one hand massaging her right breast and the other frantically rubbing
her clit she spent herself in a lather of moaning gasps.  I filmed her
right to the very end, recording every minutae of her debasement.

   Finally I put the camera down and clapped my hands slowly.  "Nice show
Rho.  Now I really have got something to hire out for serious money."

   Her eyes flew open.  "Oh no.  Not that.  That was supposed to be
private. A secret to be shared only between the two lovers involved."

   I didn't care much for that lovey dovey bullshit.  I'd got my rocks off
that's what counted.

   "You be a good girl Rho and it'll remain our little secret.  If
not....well I don't suppose the courts will think too kindly about you
fucking underage boys now would it?  Coupled with your drug dealing I doubt
if you'll ever come out.  Think about it Rho.  In the meantime fuck off.  I
want to sleep, I'm playing football tomorrow and I'll be knackered if I
don't get my rest."

   I lay on the bed watching her as she frantically scrambled into her
clothes, sans lingerie naturally.  I think she was frightened that I'd send
her home nude.

   She must have thought I was a right bastard.  Which was completely
untrue of course.

   In reality I wasn't cruel it was just that, at that precise moment in
time, I couldn't really have given a shit.  I was being trialled for the
first eleven tomorrow and that seemed a damn sight more important than one
silly girl.

   ********************************************************

   "Are you fucking her?"

   "Mind your own, Billy."

   "Aw come on, are you fucking her or what?  You can tell me, you know I
won't tell anyone else."

   "Yeah right.  They don't call you Gobby Billy for nothing."

   "You are fucking her aren't you?"

   "So what?"

   "I knew it.  You lucky bastard.  What's she like?"

   "I'm not telling you."

   "Come on we're mates aren't we?  Here can I have a go?"

   "No you bloody can't, I told you she's my girlfriend."

   "I don't know what you've got over her but I wish I could bottle it,
we'd make a fortune."

   "We are doing alright."

   "A fiver a week each.  That's hardly real money is it?  I mean real,
real money.  Maybe even fifty pounds a week."

   "Oh yeah.  How?"

   "Oh there are various ways."

   "I'm not letting anyone else fuck her you know."

   "Spoilsport."

   "Fuck you." I replied, hotly.

   "Lend her to me and your wish will come true."

   I raised my fist to him.

   He held his hand up.  "Joke.  Joke.  You've lost your sense of humour
since you've been dicking it."

   "I don't like jokes like that." I scowled.

   "It doesn't involve fucking or sucking."

   "Sucking?"

   "Yeah you know when she sucks you dry with her mouth, hey you haven't
done it have you?"

   "Course I have.  How'd you know about it anyway?"

   "My dad's got these books in his garage.  I just happen to know where he
keeps them."

   "You do?  Can I have a look?"

   "Boots on the other foot now isn't it?"

   "Nah.  They're not like the real thing.  You ain't got that, bet you've
never even done it."

   "I have too, loads of times."

   "With who?"

   "I'm not telling you, you tell me squat and you want me to tell you
about all my birds.  Anyway we'd be here all day."

   "Yeah right.  You ain't done it have you?"

   Suddenly he burst into tears.  As I said Puberty is such a strange time.
Your hormones are shot to fuck and you mentally cling to your childhood
while all the time your manhood is asserting itself.  From my current
vantage point I can see that the cusp of true manhood is when you master
your first girl and claim her with your seed.  Billy hadn't reached that
point yet.  He was just full of piss and vinegar.  I can see that now.  At
the time I just felt sorry for him.

   "Don't act up Billy.  I was only joking of course you've had it.  I
heard some of the girls talking about you."

   "You did?" He snivelled.

   "Yeah.  It was just a joke.  See I haven't lost my sense of humour. 
Listen, I tell you what, I'll let you feel her up then you can tell me how
she compares with some of your other girls.  In return I get to see your
dad's books.  That sound fair?"

   He wiped his eyes.  "Yeah triffic.  When?"

   "Lunch time.  That ok with you?"

   "Cool."

   "Now you can tell me about how we're going to get rich."

   "Yeah.  What do you think about this......"

   I thought it was fine I wasn't so sure that Rhona would share my
sentiment though.

   ********************************************************

   Rhona stood, teeth gritted and eyes bright in mortification, as Billy's
hand crept under the hem of her skirt.

   "Get her to open her legs a bit will you Barrie."

   It never occurred to me, at the time, that he nearly always referred to
her in the third person.  Like she wasn't even there.

   "Do it Rhona."

   Dumbly she straddled her thighs to allow him access and I watched his
hand scuttle like a crab until it was lost under the folds of her plaid.  I
saw her tense as his questing fingers found their mark.  He lifted her hem
and I caught a glimpse of his fingers as they pushed and explored her
secret parts.  Rhona was trying desperately to disassociate herself with
what was taking place below her and, for some reason, that annoyed me.

   "Smile Rhona.  Help him out, hold your skirt up for him.  Move your
hips, rub him back.  That sort of thing."

   Billy's fingers were now sawing across her gussetted crotch like a bow
saw and slowly, I saw her facial expression change ever so slightly.  Her
eyes become misty and her features seemed to melt as the first stirrings of
arousal washed over her body.  Soon she was moaning quietly and humping her
hips as Billy's fingers continued their massage.

   Suddenly, without warning her hands flew down to her crotch pressing his
bony digit against her gash.  Panting wildly she spent herself, head thrown
back, eyes tightly closed.  Billy glanced back at me in wonder.

   "Here Barrie feel how wet she is."

   "Yeah so?  She's just come hasn't she.  They're always wet when they
come." In my best 'man of the world' voice.

   "I want these Knickers.  These are going be my personal ones." With that
he grabbed the waist of her knickers and drew them down while he held her
skirt high so he could glimpse her delights.

   "Lift you leg up.  That's it.  Now the other one.  Great!  Thanks
Barrie. Wow these are soaking.  Listen are you sure I can't fuck her?"

   "Yeah I'm sure.  You got what you wanted so chill out ok."

   "Ok." Obviously not pleased.

   I turned to her as she stood, still straddled, against the tree, scarlet
faced and desperately trying to quell her panting.

   "Right Rhona that worked pretty well.  So I'm going to introduce you to
a new rule.  Tomorrow you bring 5 pairs of knickers with you and five boys
are going to do that to you.  Ok."

   "Oooooh no." She wailed.  "Please Barrie.  This is so degrading."

   "Nah its not, it was kind of funny.  Anyway I'm not arguing with you,
you just do as you're told hey.  You got that?"

   Staring at the ground, she nodded her head.

   "So what are you going to do tomorrow?"

   A gulp.  "I'm going to bring 5 pairs of knickers and 5 boys are going to
<a deep, deep breath> molest me."

   "Not exactly the answer I wanted but it'll do." I looked at my watch. 
"Right you'd better fuck off or you'll be late.  I won't fuck you now, I'll
leave it until later." The latter was for Billy's benefit.

   Rubicund and shaking with humiliation she stumbled out of the clearing.

   "Thanks Barrie.  Look my finger is still wet." He held it to his nose.
"Hmm smells good."

   "So how's she compare with your others then?"

   He shrugged.  "They're all the same.  Listen do you think she'll do it?"


   "Of course."

   She did too!

   ********************************************************

   The bombshell came a few days later.

   "There's only 3 pairs of knickers here Rhona.  I told you to bring 5."

   "I'm wearing one pair."

   "Still that only makes 4 so where's the other pair?"

   "I've run out."

   For some reason I always thought that girls had an inexhaustible supply
so it came as a bit of a shock to me.

   "That's not good enough.  You should have told me."

   "I'm sorry."

   She stood there before me, shame-faced.  Seventeen, the peak of
perfection, head bowed, hands clasped, fingers entwining furiously - before
a youth over whom she towered - while he berated her.  It was all very
heady stuff.

   "Sorry isn't good enough.  I've got five guys here who have already paid
their money.  You'd better get started while I think of what we can do
about it."

   So while she stood straddled, I conferred with Billy.  As always he had
the solution and I was annoyed enough to go along with it.  So when number
4 stepped away excitedly clutching his prize I stepped up to her.

   "I've decided what to do......You're going to wank him off and you're
going to make him cum all over your crotch."

   "I can't do that!" Horrified.

   "Either that or I'll give him a copy of the tape where you frigged
yourself off, would you prefer that?"

   She shook her head.  She was crying again.  Do girls never stop crying?

   I made her take her skirt off, much to the delight of the small crowd of
boys.  The boy unsheathed his prick and pushed it towards her.  She grasped
it like it was going to explode in her hand then, after a moment's
hesitation, she started to flex her wrist.

   "Pull him close.  That's right grasp him behind his head.  Kiss him. 
Don't be shy Rho you've done it before.  That's it on the lips.  Hey don't
stop him from feeling your ass, he's paid for it, give him his money's
worth.  Relax.  That's it, that's a nice rhythm."

   It was all over in a couple of minutes.  The boy let loose a volley of
spunk which she caught in her pubes.

   "Pull him closer Rho.  Put the head against you.  That's right now smear
it over yourself.  Don't forget your cuntlips give them a share too.  Keep
wanking, get it all.  Good."

   Finally the boy was finished and backed off and stuffed his tool back
into his pants.

   I made her stand there with the boy's spunk glistening around her crotch
while the boys drifted away laughing and jeering.  When they were gone I
spoke.

   "Don't ever do that to me again.  In future if I tell you to do
something you do it right?  Now because you've pissed me off and shown me
up in front of all my friends you are going to leave your crotch like that
for the rest of the day.  I'm going to check this evening and if you've
cleaned it off then I'll call the boys together and we're all going to have
one giant gang bang.  I hope you are getting the message?"

   "Yes Barrie.  I'm sorry."

   "Good now fuck off or you'll be late back for school."

   When she had gone Billy turned to me.

   "Were you serious about the gang bang?"

   "You'd like that wouldn't you?"

   He shrugged, but I could see he was excited by the prospect.  "Its all
the same to me, its just that we could really make a shit load of money out
of it."

   I thought about it for a while then shook my head slowly.  "No.  She's
mine.  Only I get to fuck her."

   "Think of the money Barrie.  We could charge, oh, at least a tenner a
time."

   I must admit the money was tempting, the truth was that I wasn't very
happy about sticking my prick where others had stuck theirs.  I wasn't even
very happy about her previous lovers.  I know it doesn't make sense now,
but it did to me at the time.

   "I'd pay a tenner." He said wistfully.

   "You'd pay me a tenner if I got you laid?"

   He nodded enthusiastically.

   "I'll think about it."

   ********************************************************

   "So when are you going to get some more knickers then Rhona?"

   "On Saturday when I get my allowance."

   "That's three days away.  That's no good.  What about my business."

   "Your business!" Her eyes flashed and she became more agitated than I'd
ever seen her.  "Your business.  You let boys fondle me and steal my pants
for two quid a time when they cost me more that that to buy.  You don't
care about me at all.  You're not a real boyfriend.  You're just using me."


   She'd hit the nail on the head.  It was true I didn't care and as far as
her being my girlfriend was concerned, well the novelty had worn off now
that most of my friends knew.  The fucking was nice though and the money
came in really handy so I wasn't about to let her go.  Anyway she still
hadn't sucked me.  I was dying to find out what it was like and now seemed
like as good a time as any to find out.

   "Aw shut up Rhona and just suck me."

   "WHAT?"

   "Not so loud or my parents will hear."

   "What did you say?"

   "I said I want you to suck me.  I mean I don't want to stick it in there
now do I?  Its disgusting." I said, pointing at her pussy.

   Her crotch had trails of dried sperm coating it from lunchtime and it
smelled strongly of fish for some reason.  I wasn't going to fuck her
tonight that's for sure.  So a sucking seemed like the best bet.

   "I'm not doing that.  That is gross."

   "You'll do it Rhona.  You know the alternatives, it would really pay me
to turn you in now that they've offered a five hundred pound reward.  Then
there's the tapes.  I'd tell them that you seduced me because you get off
on underage boys.  I'd have plenty of witnesses too, like all the guys who
wanked you off and were rewarded with pairs of your knickers.  A pretty
display it would make in court Rho.  All those knickers lined up in a big
long line on the evidence table.  That'd take some explaining away wouldn't
it?  They'd probably keep you in jail forever and your family would die in
shame, after your dad lost his job of course.  Because they'd think that he
deliberately hadn't found you because he was trying to cover up the fact
that his own daughter was a drug dealer.  Think about it Rho.  And while
you're thinking you can get down on your knees and suck me dry."

   "Oh please Barrie can't we do it normally.  I could clean up and I
promise I'll make it really good for you."

   "You're going to suck me.  That's all Rho.  I don't want to fuck you
tonight.  I want you on your knees and sucking me or I'll get really angry
and I'll throw you out naked into the street.  Now do it Rhona."

   Strangely enough she didn't cry.  I was kind of getting used to her
tears so I had a tiny feeling of loss as her hands reached forward and
started to undo my trousers.  I reached across and grabbed the video
recorder as she drew my tool from its lair.  She hesitated for a brief
moment and I could feel her warm breath on the tip of my prick, then she
slowly bent forward and took it into her mouth.  I couldn't keep the camera
still as my body reacted to the ecstasy she was introducing me to.  I put
it onto a nearby table where it could still view the action as I indulged
myself in her hot, wet mouth.

   She was sucking me like a lollipop and, although it was great, I wanted
more.

   "Use your tongue Rho." I groaned.  After a moment's delay I felt her
tongue performing a random dance on the underside of my prick.  My hands
automatically sought the back of her head as my tool reached its steely
peak.  I pulled her head towards me and her hands fluttered on my thighs as
I rammed against the back of her mouth.  She started to gag and splutter
and she lost all her rhythm.  I fancied I could hear her shouting although
it just translated into a frantic fluttering of her tongue and the opening
of her throat.  Unconsciously I pushed just as she opened her throat to
scream and I felt my bellend sliding into her pipe.

   By now she was really fighting and struggling and her face was going red
from lack of air.  Her throat rippled on my tool and her tongue danced
crazily.  It was all too much and I let loose.  Her struggles became more
frantic as she felt me purge myself down her throat.  I had to hold on to
her head with all my strength as she twisted and writhed.  Soon the
familiar tears were back again.  Pulse after pulse I shot into her, I
thought I'd never stop.  It was fantastic.

   Finally I was finished and with no pre-amble I pulled myself clear and
pushed her backwards.  She collapsed on the floor gagging and choking.  I
watched her for a while and when she regained some composure I tapped her
in the side with my foot.

   "Get up Rho we've got to talk.  Come on get up."

   Weepily she uncurled herself from the floor.

   "Here sit next to me on the bed." She looked a picture.  Red faced and
panting, with a thin string of sperm dribbling down her chin she looked
just like one of the girls in Billy's magazines.  Except that she wasn't
smiling.  Still you can't have everything.

   "You got those tabs that you killed Janet with <I saw her flinch> from
Fiona didn't you?"

   She nodded.

   "She got any more?"

   "Why?  You don't want any do you?"

   "No I don't.  I just want to know if she's got any more and where she
gets them from."

   "Yes she has got some more, at least I think so.  I haven't asked, I'm
not really interested in them now."

   Hardly surprising really.

   "So where'd she get them?"

   "I think she gets them from her brother.  He works for the family
shipping line and he is always going to Rotterdam.  I think he brings them
to her."

   "Do you know where she keeps them?"

   "Yes.  She has a stash in her garden."

   "Could you show me?"

   "Why, where is all this leading?"

   "Best you don't know.  Just answer my question could you show me?"

   "I suppose so."

   "Good, get dressed Rho we've got work to do."

   ********************************************************

   "How'd you fancy fucking Fiona Lovett?" I asked casually.

   "The one with the big knockers?"

   "Yeah that's her."

   "You serious?"

   "Sure, why not?"

   "Yeah.  I'd like that."

   "Ok arrange to stay over at my house tonight, around about 8, and I'll
see what I can do.  It'll cost you a tenner though."

   "Yeah OK."

   "See you later then and don't forget the dough."

  
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*

   At seven o clock two dishevelled looking girls crawled over my window
ledge and stood before me.

   "Hi you must be Fiona?"

   "Yeah.  Who the fuck are you and what's this all about?  Rhona said it
was important.  Now I find myself in some kid's bedroom." She spat.

   "Now that isn't a very nice way to talk about your new master." I
ventured casually.

   "New master!  Who the fuck do you think you are?"

   "SHUT UP FIONA......That's better.  Give me a chance to explain.  The
situation as I see it is this.  Janet Baker dies because of some sort of
reaction to a drug.  The Police want to find out where the drugs are coming
from and some local businessman has offered to put up a five hundred pound
reward for any information that leads to the arrest and conviction of the
person supplying the drug.  You with me so far?"

   She nodded nervously, her bravado dissipating like smoke in a typhoon.

   "Ok this is where I come in.  You see I've found the stash belonging to
a certain young lady, not a million miles away, and amazingly it is exactly
the same chemical composition as the tablet that killed Janet <I'd learned
a lot from talking to Rhona's dad as you can see>.  I've also got this
girl's fingerprints all over the bags in which the pills were hidden.  You
can get a good print off a plastic bag I've been told.  Anyway the reward
is really tempting, but then again I'm not a nasty bastard.  I don't want
to see a young woman go to jail for years and years.  But she should be
punished don't you agree?"

   "I er..."

   "Don't you agree Fiona?"

   She didn't have a lot of choice.  She nodded temporarily speechless.

   "Good.  Now you can understand why I called myself your master.  You see
in return for me not turning you in you are going to become my own special
little girlfriend.  Now how does that sound?"

   The strangest thing happened.  Rhona suddenly became really agitated and
blurted out.  "I'm your girlfriend.  You said I was your girlfriend."

   "Don't worry Rho, you are my girlfriend.  Fiona is my 'special'
girlfriend.  The difference is that only I get to fuck you.  Fiona is going
to be a little different, she'll fuck anyone I tell her to.  Isn't that
right Fiona?"

   Fiona stood dumbfounded.  For her, the world had just collapsed into a
pile of dust as she considered the terrible alternatives laid out before
her.  On the one hand she'd have to fuck, on the other she'd go to jail,
probably for years and she'd be disowned by her family.  Which would be
hard for a little rich girl like her.  Just as she weighed up the
consequences I added another snippet of information.

   "Of course your brother would also go to jail for smuggling them in.  I
wouldn't be surprised if he didn't get twenty years for that.  They may
even close down the family business.  Bad news, drug smuggling, you know.
On the other hand a few fucks every now and then, well its nothing is it?
And no-one will ever need to know.  So what do you say Fiona, you game?"

   I could see her churning over the machinations in her mind before she
finally nodded.

   "Tell me what you'll do Fiona?"

   "I'll fuck anyone you want me to."

   "Excellent.  Good girl."

   Just then my intercom buzzed and my mother announced that Billy was
here.

   "Send him up please mum."

   Billy hustled in, in a lather of expectation, stopping dead when he saw
Fiona standing there biting her lip.

   "Ah your first fuck has arrived Fiona.  Get naked for him so he can see
what he's going to be porking tonight."

   She stared at me.  "You knew I'd say yes didn't you?"

   "You didn't really have a lot of choice now did you?  Anyway if you
hadn't then Rho would have had to fuck him instead.  I'd promised him a
fuck and I don't like to let my friends down.  Come on what are you waiting
for?" I turned to Billy, who stood open mouthed at the delectable package
before him.

   "Got the money Billy?"

   He fumbled in his pocket, never once taking his eyes off of the blond
bombshell disrobing in front on his incredulous eyes.  She peeled off her
panties just as he handed the crumpled tenner to me.  She deigned not to
notice my financial transaction.

   "Give me your knickers Fiona." I said holding my hand out.

   "Hey don't I get them." Queried Billy.

   "You want them <I jerked my thumb at her> or her?"

   "Ok.  Ok."

   "Right Fiona lie down on the bed.  Wait.  Get a towel Rho I don't want a
wet bed <I grinned at Billy> I've got a feeling Billy is going to come like
a fire hose."

   "Isn't he going to use a rubber?" Wailed Fiona.

   "Have you got one?" I asked her.  She shook her head.

   "Billy?"

   "Don't be silly."

   "I have." Announced Rhona.

   For reasons I can't explain even now, years later, I got blindingly
angry at this.  So I wasn't thinking rationally when I snapped.

   "Fine.  In which case you can put it on him.  Suck him hard first so he
can be ready to give Fiona her meat injection."

   All in all it was a hell of an evening.  I used a whole long play video
tape filming the action.  First of all Rho blowing him and rolling the
condom over him (god those things are ugly!).  Then the finale as I made
Fiona beg him for sex followed, a very short time later by him stiffening
and dumping his wad.  It was kinda neat seeing my best friend fucking and
before long I was as horny as a toad.  So I fucked Rho while Billy went
back in for an encore.  Finally it was over.

   I lay on my sofa while Billy reclined on the bed.  I leaned up on one
elbow.

   "Ok girls, you've done your job, now fuck off."

   They scrambled into their clothes.  Just before they disappeared out of
the window I called to Fiona.

   "Hey Fiona.  Don't forget to bring 5 pairs of knickers to school
tomorrow."

   "Why?"

   "Rhona will tell you why.  Just don't forget that's all or you won't
like the consequences.  Now go, I want to talk to Billy."

   We talked long into the night.  All of a sudden all sorts of interesting
possibilities had opened up before us.  Adolescence is such an exciting
time isn't it?

   ********************************************************************

   I'd found out that Rhona's dad had been invited to some drug conference
or other in the States and her mother was going along.  They were staying
on afterwards to make it into a bit of a second honeymoon.  So my little
flower was going to be all alone in her big house for a whole three weeks.
It was up to me to make sure she didn't get bored.

   She had been more relaxed for the last week, now that Fiona had taken
over most of her duties behind the pool.  She even smiled when she opened
the door, on Saturday morning, and ushered me in.

   "Where's your bedroom?"

   "Upstairs."

   "I guessed that.  Just show me will you."

   "Why?"

   "Don't ask why.  I have my reasons just show me."

   She led me up the stairs to her room.  It was not as big as mine and it
was covered in cuddly teddy bears and Posters of Pop groups.

   "Go and get me a coke while I have a look around." I said.

   I idly pulled open the top drawer of her bedside cabinet and was
gobsmacked by what I found.

   "What's this?" I asked when she returned with my drink.

   "Its my er vibrator."

   "What's it for?" I asked as I studied it.  It was about seven inches
long and was formed out of hard rubber with ridges and bumps just like a
real prick.

   "Its so I can er do it to myself."

   "Do what?"

   "You know 'it'.  Make myself have an orgasm." She blushed furiously, it
was as if she'd been caught fucking the band of the Coldstream Guards, and
their regimental mascot.

   "When's the last time you used it Rho?"

   "This is so embarrassing."

   "When Rhona?  I'm waiting."

   "A couple of days ago, why?"

   WRONG ANSWER.

   My voice was icily cold.  "So I'm not good enough for you eh?  You need
to fuck yourself with this too?"

   "I er no er........." She trailed off.

   "I'll get you for that.  Take your clothes off Rhona while I find out
what else you're hiding from me."

   I found them in the bottom drawer of her chest of drawers.

   I pulled them out and flung them on the bed.

   "What the fuck are these Rhona?"

   "They're knickers."

   "I can see that.  You told me you'd run out.  You fucking lied to me."

   "These are my best ones.  Presents and stuff."

   I picked up a frothy, black, lace pair.

   "Who gave you these?"

   "I don't know."

   I ran across the room and grabbed her nipples pulling and twisting them
sharply.

   "Who gave them to you?"

   "Aaaah.  Paul.  Paul.  Pleasse you're hurting me so bad."

   I punched her in the stomach and she fell on the floor retching.  I
stood over her, thinking hard.  Then I remembered something I'd seen in one
of Billy's mags.

   "Give me your gym bag."

   She crawled over to her wardrobe and rummaged around until she found the
bag.

   "Put the knickers and the vibrator in it?"

   "What are you going to do?"

   "Shut it Rhona.  Just do it."

   When she finished I made her squat naked on her dressing table while I
set my video camera up on the tripod so it caught her full on.

   "Listen to me.  I'm going home for an hour and while I'm gone you're
gonna squat there frigging yourself.  You're going to come at least half a
dozen times.  And don't think you can stop either.  I'm going to watch this
tape very carefully and if I find you've been slacking off you'll be having
the gang bang of you life tonight.  Am I making myself clear?"

   A terrified nod.

   "Get to it then?"

   I watched her for a while then left.  I had things to do.



   When I returned, a couple of hours later, she was still at it but now
her crotch was slippery with her juices and there was a faint sheen of
sweat over her whole body.

   I watched as she soared towards another climax and just she was about to
crest the wave I shouted.  "STOP!" Her fingers continued automatically, so
I rushed in and pulled them clear.

   "I said stop.  I think you're in enough trouble as it is don't you?"

   Hazily she regarded me through defocused eyes.  I grabbed her towel and
rubbed her dry, while her crotch humped hopefully at me.  Finally she was
as dry as I could make her.

   "Get down and come with me."

   I led her down into her garage.  Her father had an engine hoist attached
to one of the beams so it took no time at all to tie her hands and pull
them over her head until she stood on tiptoe.  I then set about my plan.

   It took me nearly half an hour before I could step back and admire her,
but it was worth it.  On the face of it you couldn't see much, just a pair
of extremely tight pair of rubber panties covering her crotch.  You could,
however, make out a faint outline through the rubber.  The outline was, of
course, the 17 pairs of knickers which were a mixture of some of my
collection and all of hers which were pressed agonisingly tightly against
her body.  Maybe that was what was making her mewl in discomfort.  Then
again it might have been the vibrator which I'd pushed hard inside her and
secured with a double loop of coarse rope, complete with a strategic knot
immediately over her clitty.  The rope was so tight it cut deeply into her
channel but at that point I didn't fucking care.  I was over the blind
anger stage now I was well into ice cold rage mode.  To ensure she couldn't
pull off the rubber pants (I think they were called slimming pants or some
such guff.  They were my mother's but they plainly didn't work!) I used
binding straps my father sometimes used to bundle bricks together.  There
was no way she was going to get out of this without the aid of tools.

   I slipped a webbing harness under her arms strapping it tightly just
above the swell of her tits.  It held the two slim, 3 Volt lead acid
batteries that my dad used to use when he installed burglar alarms (Harry
Jones the burglar's friend they called him).  Thick wires led down and
disappeared inside the back of the tight rubber.  I'd modified the
vibrator's battery box and now it had a small LED on it but I'd left the
speed control in place.  It now hung in the middle of her back.

   Finally I let her down and she stood there scarcely daring to move.  The
look in her eyes told it all.

   "Come on we're going to get you dressed.  " I ordered.

   She had a curious walk.  The nearest thing I could equate it to was a
cowboy who had been too long in the saddle.  It was slow, shambling and she
kept her legs parted.  I climbed the stairs first and sat on the landing as
she, agonisingly, minced her way upstairs.  Each step creating a grimace of
extreme discomfort on her pretty face.  She wasn't smiling now that's for
sure.

   At last we reached the bedroom.  I rummaged through her clothes until I
picked an interesting looking combination.  Dress sense wasn't my long
suit, so I thought that a flouncy lime green skirt was an ideal match for a
purple, lycra tanktop.  Especially with red shoes and a black bomber jacket
to cover the bulge under her armpits.  I got the distinct impression that
the colour scheme pained her more than her bondage.  Finally she was
dressed and she stood before me, gooey eyed.

   "Why are you doing this to me?"

   "Because you're a liar and a slut and I'm punishing you."

   "Why all the knickers?"

   "Because, Rhona, I am going to sell them, all of them.  But first you
have a little job to do.  You're going to make them wet, very wet, all of
them.  By the time I've finished with you you'll be like a lake down there.
I've put a monitor on the outside of the knickers so it can measure when
you've got wet enough.  Don't worry sweat won't set it off, it isn't in
contact with your body.  If you try and fuck me up by pissing yourself then
you're really going to be in trouble.  Right now have you got any savings?"


   "I was saving up to get married."

   "You won't need that then.  It'll be quite a few years before I can
marry so we might as well put the money to good use.  Where is it?"

   "Most of it is in the bank but I have about sixty pounds here in my
room."

   "Good, get it.  Hey wait a second I thought you said you didn't have any
money?"

   "I'm sorry Barrie I never thought."

   "I think this punishment is way overdue.  Now get the money."

   She rummaged for a while then pulled out the crumpled ten pound notes.
She proffered them to me.

   "Keep them.  We're going shopping."

   "I can't go out like this."

   "Why not?  You look fine."

   "It's not that its...." She pointed to her crotch.

   "That looks fine too.  You wouldn't know it was there."

   "Its uncomfortable Barrie.  It chafes me when I walk."

   "It hurts does it?"

   "Yes."

   "Good!  Its supposed to, its a punishment isn't it?  Maybe you'll think
twice before you lie to me again won't you?  Now lets go."



   "What's it feel like?" I asked as she drove us to the out of town
shopping centre.

   "What?"

   "The rubber prick.  What's it feel like in there?"

   "Its uncomfortable and it makes me feel terribly full.  My body keeps
trying to push it out.  This is unnatural Barrie."

   "If its so unnatural why'd you buy it?"

   "I didn't.  Paul bought it, as a joke when he went off on that rugby
tour."

   "Don't ever mention Paul again do you hear?  His name from now on
is......limp dick, that's it, limp dick.  You got that?"

   "Yes."

   "If you talk about him, to anyone, even to his face you call him limp
dick Ok?"

   "Ok."

   "Good, so why did you keep it?"

   "Because it felt nice, sometimes.  When I was horny."

   "So why doesn't it feel nice now?"

   "It just doesn't feel right."

   "You'll get used to it." End of conversation.

   By the time we'd walked around a bit she was starting to move about
fairly normally, so I decided to step up the pressure a notch.  I put my
arm around her waist and pulled the control clear.  I then turned on the
vibrator, on its lowest setting.

   The effect was amazing.  Better than I'd ever hoped when I modified it.
You see I'd taken the puny little motor thing out and had substituted it
for a high powered bell solenoid onto which I'd hung a fairly large fishing
weight.  When I'd tried it at home I could barely hold it in my hand, even
on a low setting.  At higher settings it soon became uncomfortable and
after holding it for a minute or so my hand started to go numb.  I never
tried it above half power.  I'd built an extension onto the unit.  It was
like a small arm with a soft pencil rubber screwed onto the end.  So when
the vibrations started the rubber would rub her clit in a circular motion.
I had seen what effect my finger had had and I was curious to see how this
little enhancement would compare.  The batteries could be relied upon to
provide a whole day's power even at high settings so this was going to be
an interesting little adventure for her.

   Now she stumbled and grabbed on to a guard-rail with one hand clutching
her lower stomach, eyes closed.

   "Is she all right?" Asked this old couple.

   "Yes she's fine.  Just woman's troubles." I replied, knowledgeably. 
"She'll be ok in a minute."

   As they shambled away I went up close.  "Don't show me up Rhona.  Come
on act natural."

   "Oh please Barrie I can't stand it."

   I reached behind her and slipped the control up a couple of notches.

   "Get used to it and quickly or I'll leave it set like this."

   She squirmed around the pivot in her cunt.  Right there in the middle of
a shopping centre, in front of god knows who, she was getting off on it. 
It was amazing, her hips rolled in long sensual circles and her eyes
closed. Occasionally she'd buck her crotch forward.  It was incredibly
erotic.  I noticed she was starting to generate some attention so I reduced
it to its lowest setting again.

   "Is that better?"

   "Yes Barrie." She gasped.

   "Right lets go then." I was amazed, the human body can get used to
anything and after a few minutes she was able to walk again and, although
it was slower than normal, it looked reasonably natural.

   We purchased some pretty interesting gear.  First of all I it was into
the hardware store, to buy a couple of padlocks and a stainless steel
chain. Next it was the Stationery shop where bought a few essential
supplies, like bulldog clips, envelopes and plastic bags.  In Pet World we
spent a while choosing a dog collar and finally we made our way into the
sex shop.  The owner looked me up and down and told me to get out.  I just
said that I was helping my lover to choose a new vibrator and I'd like to
stay if he didn't mind because she's not too sure what to get.  She stood
there mortified as he said.

   "Lover?"

   "That's right, I'm her lover?"

   "Bit young for you isn't he love?  Are you sure he's your lover."

   I nodded my head towards the control which peeked out slightly from
under her jacket.  She got the message.

   "Yes he's my lover.  He just looks young for his age that's all."

   He shrugged.  "It takes all sorts." He'd probably seen most of them walk
through his doors at some point.  "Ok what do you want and make it quick if
the Bill catch you in here I could lose my license."

   "What have you got?"

   It was a fascinating half hour with him pulling out various vibrators
and dildos, explaining their actions.  Finally we settled on a pumping
vibrator that could go up and down as well as buzz and a butt plug.

   While she paid he turned to me.

   "She a bit of a goer is she?"

   "What do you mean?"

   "Does she like this sort of stuff.  She don't look very happy about
buying it."

   "Sure she loves it.  In fact she's wearing one now."

   "She is?  I thought she was walking funny."

   "Want to see it in action?"

   "Please Barrie not here, not in front of him."

   "Why not?" I turned to him.  "She's a little shy that's all.  Watch
this."

   I turned the control up by three notches and immediately her demeanour
changed.  She clutched her abdomen with both hands and her breath started
to become ragged and hoarse.  She sank to the floor as the vibrations took
over her whole being.  Finally she erupted into one of the most spectacular
orgasms I'd ever seen.  I reached down and switched it off.

   "You see." I said to the astonished man.

   "Neat trick kid.  If ever you want to earn some serious money you give
me a call.  I know a lot of people who'd enjoy your girlfriend putting on a
little show for them."

   "Aw I don't know." I hesitated.

   "Here's my card.  If you change your mind just ask for me, Phil that
is."

   By now she had retained her composure and had dragged herself slowly
from the floor.

   "Thanks love." He smirked.  "Great show.  Don't forget your purchases
now it looks like you're gonna need them."

   "Please don't do that again Barrie." She said as we made out way towards
the car.

   I reached back and pulled her towards me.  There we stood, a radiant,
but slightly addled looking, beauty with a schoolkid gazing up at her.  I
snicked the control up a notch.

   "Don't tell me what to do Rho."

   "Please Barrie." She moaned as her hips mashed against mine.  I clicked
it up a further notch.

   "I'd shut up if I were you Rho or I'll turn it up full and leave you
here.  You got it?"

   She nodded, her forehead creased in anguish.

   The journey to the car was interesting.  She had to keep stopping and
bending over as the vibrations tortured her body and she had at least one
good orgasm much to the amusement of the group of black kids skateboarding
around the car park.

   "Looks like she needs a fuck man." Shouted one of them.

   "Yeah and she's going to get one." I said grimly.

   Finally we reached the car and I switched the unit off.  I didn't want
her to crash the car on the way home.

   On reaching her house I made her kneel and give me a long, slow blowjob
on the floor of her garage.  I then made her sit in her car again.  Quickly
I tied her hands tightly to the steering wheel.  Then looped her skirt belt
around her knees.

   "Please what are you doing?"

   "Shut up Rho."

   "Please tell me."

   "Ok if you won't shut up I'll make you shut up." I then pulled out the
butt plug and forced it into her mouth, tying it in with the dog collar. 
Which was far too large, I'd have to trim it before I put it to its proper
use I decided.  Meanwhile it served my purpose well.  I pulled the control
clear and showed it to her.

   "You've let me down Rho.  You're not wet enough.  So I'm going to help
you out."

   I looked into her pleading eyes then kissed her lightly on the forehead.
I then plugged the regulator into the cigar lighter.  Now she had around
two and a half thousand watts of energy to play with.  That should keep her
busy.

   I plugged it into the base of the battery unit and turned it up a notch.
I watched her eyes as I clicked up through the settings.  When I reached
the half way point she was writhing and squirming madly.  I gazed into her
eyes a second.  I could see a mad longing in there.  A longing to be
released.  Shit I almost forgot.  I pulled the twin bulldog clips out and
pulled her tank top up to reveal her naked breasts.  I positioned them over
her nipples and let them go.  The effect was interesting to say the least.
I never realised a human body could contort like that.  I pulled her tank
top down again so she couldn't brush them off.

   "I must go.  So I'll see you tomorrow.  Rho.  Now you be a good girl and
think about what happens when you lie to me in future won't you?"

   With that I turned the unit up to full throttle.  She bucked and heaved
and tried desperately to pull her hands from the wheel.  I thought she
might do herself a mischief so I tied a rope around her waist to the back
of the seat.

   "Nur.  Nur." That's what it sounded like through her gag.  Maybe she was
trying to tell me something I thought to myself as I reached down and
pulled all the fuses out except the cigar lighter.  I didn't want her to
get clever and use the horn or something.

   I let myself out and , after switching off the light, I closed the door
carefully and pocketed the key.  It was a beautiful night.  Quiet and
still. I breathed in the crystal air and cocked my head listening for a
sound, any sound.  There was none.

   I phoned Fiona when I got home.  I was feeling horny again.

  
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   The next morning found me up with the lark grabbing suitable frames from
the video I'd made of Rho the day before.  She had followed my orders to
the letter and had had at least a dozen good, zonking cums while I was
away.

   'At least she was good for something.' I thought.

   I printed out a series of JPGs onto seventeen pieces of paper, each of
which had the heading:

   "THE RHONA RODGERS SPECIAL EDITION SET."

   Emblazoned on it.

   My luck must have really been on the turn, Corel Draw didn't even crash
as I printed them out in glorious colour.

   Finally I was ready and I shoved them all into her bag and went
downstairs.

   "You're early today." My mother called brightly.  "Do you want some
breakfast."

   I was itching to get round to Rhona's but it would have looked strange
if I just walked out so I steeled myself to munch my way through a huge
plate of bacon and eggs.  It was nearly an hour later that I was able to
leave.

   In the gloom of the garage all I could make out was her indistinct form
and the brightly glowing light on the control unit.

   'Man she really is wet.' I thought.

   I untied her from her seat.  Her wrists were chafed from where she'd
struggled to release herself during her long night of torture.  She just
sat there in a daze.

   I pulled the regulator clear and put the unit back on batteries.  I
didn't want to lose the momentum at this stage.

   "Wakey, Wakey, rise and shine." I said brightly.

   Then I remembered the gag.  I pulled it free leaving the collar dangling
round her neck.

   "Morning sleepyhead."

   "Please, no more." She croaked softly.

   "Nearly done.  Just a few little chores and I'll take it out.  Right are
you ready."

   She was like an eel, slippery with sweat with legs so wobbly she could
hardly stand.  I turned the vibrator down low and pulled the clips free
from her tortured nipples.  The rush of blood to her nips seemed to wake
her up and after a few minutes of tottering on rubbery legs she was able to
walk, with me hanging on to her arm.

   We went to her bedroom and I flopped her on the bed.  I then set up
Billy's Polaroid which I'd borrowed last night after we'd both porked
Fiona. Finally I was ready.

   "Get up Rhona."

   "Please just let me sleep.  I'm so tired.  I'll do anything but please
let me rest."

   "Come on, get up or you'll go back down to that garage and I'll leave
you there for a couple of days this time."

   "No.  " She croaked and struggled to get up from the bed.

   She tottered unsteadily and had to hang on to a chair to stop herself
from falling over.  She looked completely fucked up.  Her hair was a mess
of ratstails and slick with sweat, her eyes were swollen and bloodshot and
her wrists looked angry and sore.  I thought she looked delightful.

   "Take your clothes off Rho."

   She just stood there swaying.

   "Listen the sooner you start the sooner we get this over with.  So get
your clothes off."

   Moaning slightly she reached down and started to pull off her tanktop. I
could see it was taking all of her remaining energy to pull the tight tube
over her head.  She'd lost her shoes in the car so all that was left was
her skirt then we could get down to the nitty gritty.  Soon she had shucked
this off too and her rubber panties hove into view.  I examined them.  They
didn't seem the worse for wear after their hard nights work.  I snicked the
cutters on the straps holding them on and was shortly able to pull them
down.

   She was like a swamp down there.  At first I thought she'd peed herself.
I leaned down and smelled it.  Genuine pussy cream was my analysis.  My
little friend had done its job it seems.

   I stepped back to the camera.

   "Right Rho here's what you do.  One by one you pull those knickers off.
I'll be photographing each one so make a bit of a show of it." I grinned.
She stood, staring blankly at me.

   "Suit yourself.  Ok once they're off you pop them in a bag that you'll
find in here <I tossed her gym bag over to her>.  I'll give you the
photograph and you pop that in too.  Then you take off the next pair and
we'll repeat the process.  Finally when you're all done I take your
vibrator out and you can go to bed.  Ok?"

   The same blank distant stare.  Rapidly becoming annoyed I stepped
forward and turned the vibrator back on full.  "No mooooooore Barrie.  I'll
do it.  Please no more." I turned it down to a more manageable level and
stepped back to the camera.

   It took nearly an hour as we had to keep stopping every time she had to
bend over to step out of her knickers.  I could hear the sound of the
vibrator now and it got louder and louder as each pair were pulled off. 
Finally the last pair were popped in the bag and sealed shut.  The vibrator
noise was raucous now.  I snipped the rope.  It took awhile as I had to
snip small strings with the wirecutters because that's all I had with me.
Eventually it fell free and the vibrator shot out of her sopping hole like
a rat out of a trap.  It bounced on the carpet and I reached to pick it up.
It was vibrating so hard and it was so wet that I had trouble catching it.
Finally I held it in my hand where it tried to break free.  Its buzzing was
so powerful I had to check the setting controls.  Wow, it was only on the
fourth notch on the control, less than halfway.  This is what had got her
off in the sex shop.  My curiousity was aroused by now and I turned it up
full.  The sensation was so intense I reflexively let it go.  It dropped to
the carpet and started dancing around the floor, on the end of its wire,
its action was so strong.

   I watched for a second.  Imagining what that must have been like shoved
inside for near on twelve hours.  Wow.

   I turned to her in mild admiration then switched the unit off and pulled
the harness clear.  She was teetering badly now, all her reserves having
been used up.  Gently I laid her on the bed and pulled the covers up to her
chin.  I then padlocked the chain tightly around her wrist and chained the
other end to her bedleg.

   "Sleep well Rho.  You've done great." I kissed her lightly and left

   She moaned and sunk into unconscious sleep.

  
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***

   She was out for hours.  It was nearly ten at night by the time she first
awoke, still groggy from her experience but dying for a pee.

   I let her up and she squatted unashamedly over the bowl while I watched
with interest.

   I led her back to bed and she sunk down into a sort of half stupor.

   Meanwhile I'd been busy.  Using her internet access I'd posted some
pictures of her in various newsgroups and described the special, limited
edition, packages.  Which could be yours for a mere 30 bucks, plus postage.
I gave her postal address and told them to send international cheques made
out to her.  After all I didn't have a bank account did I?

   Already by the time she was awake I'd started to get some interest.  I
kept checking her mailbox while I downloaded some gross pictures onto her
hard drive.  I'd print them out later and show them to Billy.  Neither of
us had web access at home and the headmaster would have thrown a rod if I'd
tried to download them in the school library.  I looked across at the neat
pile of packages on her dressing table.  Oh yes I must hide them I wouldn't
want her getting funny ideas now would I?

   I then looked at her as she slept.

   "All in all, a very successful day." I thought.

   Then I climbed on top of her and fucked her brains out while she lay
unresisting beneath me.

   I could have sworn her cunt vibrated as I fucked her.

  
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***

   By the end of the week her mailbox was bursting and cheques were
arriving daily.  I couldn't really be bothered with answering them all so I
decided to make her do it.

   At first she was horrified at what I'd done, and she certainly didn't
want to take part in her own abasement, but after I threatened her with
another session with 'Our little friend',as I now called it, she became
quite docile.  It took her a whole evening to put the stuff into some
semblance of order and so when I called around early friday evening she was
sitting with a stack of correspondence at least an inch thick.

   "So?" I asked.

   "So what?"

   "Don't be stupid Rhona.  How many replies have you got?"

   "Sixty three!"

   "Wow.  Neat.  So what are you going to do about it?"

   "We've only got seventeen er packages.  What am I supposed to do?"

   "Don't ask me you're supposed to be the clever one."

   "We could send their money back."

   "How much is there?"

   "Over six hundred pounds."

   "Neato!" Already my mind was churning over what I could buy with that
sort of money.  A Playstation, a Manchester United Football strip, loads of
stuff.

   "So shall I send it back?"

   Now it was within my grasp I didn't want to lose it.

   "No.  We'll just have to make more packages won't we?"

   "What?" She started to howl and clutch at my sleeve.  "I can't go
through that again Barrie.  Please don't make me, please."

   "You'll do as you're told."

   "I couldn't.  Oh Barrie please.  I'll get the money some other way. 
I'll get a job I'll do anything."

   I shook her arm off.  "Let go off me!  You only touch me when I tell you
to.  Get your clothes off Rhona I think you need some more punishment."

   "No Pleeeease.  Don't do that to me again." By now she was on her knees
in front of me.  I was unimpressed.

   "GET YOUR FUCKING CLOTHES OFF!" I shouted.

   Whimpering she complied.  I left her there while I went into the garage.


   When I came back she was naked and shaking.  She started blubbing again
when she saw the bamboo cane in my hand.

   "Come with me." I said, brusquely.  I led her into the dining room and
made her stand facing the dining room table.  I went close and looked up at
her.

   "Now you've been incredibly naughty, haven't you?  And we all know what
happens to naughty girls don't we?"

   She gulped.

   "Don't we?"

   "They get punished."

   "Right!  Now I'm going to punish you.  So bend down over that table
Rhona."

   "Oh please don't beat me." She cried.

   "Do it Rhona or I'll double the number of strokes."

   Blubbing she lay along the table.  Working quickly, with the ropes I had
taken from the garage, I tied her arms to the legs at one end of the table.
I then spread her legs, by now she lay limp and unresisting, and tied them
to the legs at the other end.  I had to spread her really wide in order to
tie her ankles tightly to the legs.  It seemed to stir something in me as I
looked down at her lying helplessly.  A flash of anger passed over me. 
'What a bitch'.  I thought.  'Trying to cheat me out of my money.' I'd show
her.  Then I had an idea.

   Leaving her there I went and phoned Fiona.  Yes she had what I wanted
and would bring them over straight away.  I went back to Rhona who was, by
now sobbing quietly.

   "Right I'm going to leave you here for a while and when I come back I'm
going to give you the thrashing you deserve."

   "Please don't.  I'll do anything you want, I'll be a good girl in
future."

   "I know you will, but I'm still going to do it."

   That set her off wailing again.  I scooted around the house and came
back with a range of accessories.  I rammed a pair of her mother's panties
in her mouth and tied them in with string.  I then blindfolded her with a
set of pantyhose.

   Finally I put a large pair of headphones over her ears which I connected
to her ghetto blaster, which I turned up high.  She was ready.

   Fiona took at least half an hour to get to me, which didn't improve my
temper any.  I decided that she would pay for that at a later date.  She
seemed quite relieved when I sent her away without molesting her in any
way.

   I went back to my girl who was now shivering.  Whether from the cold or
in fear who knows.  It took me a little time to set up the video recorder
as I wanted to take a little bit of care in concealing it, but at the same
time I still wanted to get a good shot of the action.  Eventually I was
able to pick up the cane and, after taking a long run, I brought it down
with all my strength across her naked bottom.

   It caught her mid cheek and such was the impact that the bamboo
shattered.  While I surveyed the wreckage of the stick she writhed and
pulled frantically at the ropes.  Her asscheeks were clenching and
unclenching furiously.  Curiosity forced me to run my hand over her bottom.
The tramlines were amazingly deep.  Even though I had never been caned
myself I thought that it must have hurt.

   It took me a while to find her father's store of canes in his potting
shed and when I came back she had settled down a bit.  I repeated the
stroke and while she was still thrashing around I made a series of phone
calls.

   I ended up giving her five strokes before pulling off the headphones and
loosening the gag.

   "Have you learned your lesson."

   "Yes Barrie, please Barrie no more please.  I'll do anything you want
but please don't cane me any more.  I couldn't stand any more."

   "Ok.  I'm going out for a walk now, to cool off a bit.  Now you had
better be ready for me when I come back or I'll repeat the session and
double the strokes for good measure."

   "Please don't do that Barrie.  What do you mean ready?"

   I rubbed my hand between her legs.  "I want you wet Rho.  Really, really
wet and ready for me to fuck you."

   "How can I do that when I'm tied up?" She wailed.

   "Just think beautiful thoughts.  " I said as I replaced the headphones
and gag.

   The guests started arriving shortly afterwards and I sat them down in
the living room with cans of Coke and told them to wait until they all got
there and the party could commence.  Finally six excited boys fidgeted
around the room.  I collected their money and handed them each a condom
from the box that Fiona had brought over.

   When they were all seated I flung open the dining room doors with a
flourish revealing her in all her glory.

   "There she is boys, give her the fucking of her life."

   They needed no urging and soon a line of eager boys waited behind her as
each of them in turn pistoned his prick in and out of her.  It was great to
watch.  She wriggled around a lot but couldn't break free or defend herself
in any way and so she had to just lie there and take it.  I insisted that
every boy wore a condom, a rule with which I had no trouble getting them to
agree.  I had a feeling that if I'd told them that they had to balance a
bottle on their heads and sing Rule Brittania they'd have done it.  Finally
it was over and the happy, flushed boys left.  No doubt to tell their
friends and boast a little.

   I watched an episode of Power Rangers before I went back to her.  I took
off the headphones and the gag.  I then touched her between her legs.  She
was dripping.

   "Nice one Rho.  See you can do it.  You're nice and wet for me."

   "Please let me go Barrie.  I don't want to do this anymore."

   "Why not Rho?  I'm just going to fuck you, a simple fuck, what's wrong
with that?"

   "Please let me go.  I've just been gang raped Barrie." She started
sobbing again.

   I pushed my finger into her hole.

   "If that's true Rhona then where's the spunk?  Surely if you'd been
raped there'd be loads of spunk, so where is it?"

   "They wore condoms."

   I slapped her bottom hard.

   "Rapists wearing condoms?  Yeah right, when do rapists wear condoms? 
They all came over here armed with condoms on the off chance that they'd
find you bent over a table and tied wide open.  You must think I'm stupid
Rhona.  I don't know what game you're playing in your head but it is really
getting me annoyed now.  You don't seem to have learned your lesson about
lying to me, very well did you?  I'm going to make you wish you hadn't been
born with a bottom Rhona."

   Before she could react I stuffed the makeshift gag back in her mouth and
re-adjusted the headphones.  I then proceeded to give her the thrashing of
her life.  I was pretty well exhausted by the time I finished so I went to
sit in the lounge while I made the calls.

   Seven boys turned up this time.  The drill was as before.  Finally it
was all over and I ushered them from the house.  I stood, drinking my coke
and admiring her glowing red butt and wet, gaping pussy.

   After I pulled the headphones and gag free I touched her cunny again.

   "Wetter than ever I see Rho.  Well done.  How'd you do it?"

   "I was thinking of you." She sobbed.

   "No more silly, imagined stories about Rape then?"

   "No."

   "So you weren't raped after all?"

   "No <sob> Barrie I was making it up."

   "I really ought to punish you." She started wailing again, I touched my
fingers to her lips.  "But I won't, I think you've learned your lesson
haven't you?"

   "Yes Barrie."

   "And you'll be a good girl in future won't you?"

   "Yes Barrie."

   "You can call me Sir from now on Ok?"

   "Yes..er..Sir."

   "Good girl." I said patting her on the bottom.  God it was hot.  "Right
I suppose you'd like me to fuck you now, you must be quite horny by now?"

   "Please Sir.  Not now I'm so sore."

   "I don't think you heard me right.  I asked you if you wanted me to fuck
you?"

   "Yes sir, sorry sir, please fuck me."

   So I did.  I reclaimed my mastery over her, I alone had the privilege of
not wearing a condom.

   ********************************************************

   "Pretty neat idea." Said Billy admiringly, while he stroked the
vibrator. "Seventeen pairs of knicks all in one go, cool."

   "I sold them over the internet too, but we've got a problem."

   "What?"

   "We've got over ninety replies, but only seventeen packages."

   "I don't see that as a problem, just do it again."

   "I would but I think she's a bit sore."

   "You're getting soft.  So what if she's sore?  She's only a girl."

   Secretly I was feeling that I'd gone a bit too far with her last night.
Today she was really sullen and withdrawn.  For some reason I preferred it
when she had a bit of fight left in her.  Then I had an idea.

   "Do you want to see how it works?"

   His eyes lit up.  "Yeah.  Lets do it."

   "Ok but not with Rhona." He looked disappointed.  "Lets do it with
Fiona. I owe that bitch one."

   "Great idea.  I'll get her over."

   So Fiona stood shivering in Rhona's garage with her hands tied above her
head as Rhona dressed her in her bondage.  Twenty-two pairs of knickers now
graced her slim frame covered, as was the case with Rhona, with the pair of
rubber pants.  We hauled her into the living room and tied her down onto a
solidly built chair, carefully tying her hands to the arms and her waist to
the chairback.  As we looped the ropes I caught Rhona looking pitying at
her.

   "There but for the grace of God go I, eh Rhona?" It was a favourite
expression of my dad's.

   Finally she was ready.  She looked a picture sitting there naked, except
for the ubiquitous rubber panties, and ide eyed in terror.  I put the
control down on the coffee table in front of her.  This time I'd connected
it to a mains power supply so we wouldn't run out of energy and cut short
the entertainment.

   I pulled out the bulldog clips.  "Do you want to do the honours Billy?"

   "Huh?"

   "On her nipples."

   He flexed one open and tried it on the tip of his little finger.  "Ow.
Are you sure Barrie?"

   "Yeah do it.  It'll help to concentrate her mind.  Won't it Rhona."

   She nodded glassy eyed.

   "Ok if that's what you want." Said Barry.

   Fiona started screaming as Billy moved towards her, her screams
dissolving into an animal like cry as he snapped them closed over her
sensitive nubs.  She shook her pretty breasts appealingly as she tried to
shake them off.

   "I see what you mean." Said Billy as he stared at her in admiration. 
"They are kind of decorative aren't they?"

   "If you think that's fun watch this." I said as I grabbed the control. I
rammed it straight up to full power.  Rhona winced.

   The effect was incredible.  Fiona's face registered the full gamut of
shock, horror and utter disbelief, all in quick succession.  Then the
gymnastics began.  Her hips squirmed on the seat, her legs kicked and
danced and her hands fluttered fruitlessly as the vibrator went to work. 
She seemed to lose the power to scream.  All she could do was gasp, moan,
gurgle and growl.  I'd never seen anything like it and nor had Billy
judging from the look of wonderment on his face.

   It was amazing what one pair of legs could do.  They kicked, stamped,
twisted, wound against each other and swung wildly in the air.  One minute
they were wide open, the next they were crushed closed.  At one point they
were even running, frantically, on the spot.  Meanwhile the vibrator ground
on relentlessly.  I loved it when I saw her internal muscles trying to push
it out.  Briefly a lump would appear in the panties, hold for a second
while the lines of strain etched themselves deep into her forehead, then it
was forced remorselessly back in, accompanied by a howl of bleak despair.

   Breathtaking!

   Her first orgasm hit her within minutes.  At least I thought it was an
orgasm.  She strained against the rope binding her to the chair while her
legs crossed and uncrossed madly.  Her moans became howls and her face was
a mask of concentrated pleasure, or was it agony?  It was difficult to
tell. I could see the tendons in her neck stick out like ropes as she
strained, her whole body going rigid.  Then she slumped back and the whole
process started again.

   It took nearly an hour before the little indicator lamp was glowing
brightly enough for me to stop.  I'd had Rhona working hard on the Computer
printing out more JPGs while this was going on.  Finally it was over and we
hauled the semiconscious girl to her feet and peeled the soaking knickers
away from her body.  We gave them to Rhona to pack and then proceeded to
load her with another twenty pairs.

   "Can't you leave her alone?" Said Rhona.  "Can't you see she's had
enough?"

   "Do want to take her place then Rhona?"

   She shook her head fearfully.

   "Well shut up then and go seal those up or you'll find yourself tied
down on that seat.  Understand?"

   A terrified nod.

   "Fuck off then." I slapped her bottom as she left the room.

   When Fiona was strapped down I went up to her holding the control in my
hand.

   "Ready?"

   "Don't do it again.  Please I'm begging you."

   "Sorry Fiona.  We need the money and Rhona doesn't seem to want to do
it, so its up to you I'm afraid."

   I let loose with the control and her squirming and dancing started all
over again.  A little less energetically this time.

   We left her alone while we went to watch Rhona at work.  As usual I
became horny so I fucked her while I let her blow Billy off, through a
condom of course.

   *******************************************************

   "I've been to the Doctor's today."

   I was wallowing in my post pradial fug.  "Hmmmm?"

   "I said I've been to the Doctor today."

   "Yeah I heard you Rhona.  So what?"

   "I went to get some Birth Control Pills."

   "And?"

   "He said he couldn't prescribe any to a woman in my condition."

   "What do you mean?"

   "It means I'm pregnant."

   "Cool."

   "Is that all you're going to say?"

   "What do you want me to say?"

   "We have to discuss it."

   "Why.?  Its your problem.  So what is there to discuss?"

   "I want a termination."

   "A What?"

   "A termination.  An abortion.  I want to get rid of it."

   "Wait a minute, maybe I don't want you too.  I kind of like the idea of
being a dad."

   "Maybe it isn't yours."

   I rolled over and grabbed a breast.  "What the fuck do you mean?  Have
you been fucking someone else, because if you have I'll hurt you Rhona."

   "Ow.  No.  Do you remember that kid that you made me wank all over my
crotch?  Well it may be his."

   "How's that then.  He didn't do it inside."

   "No, but some of it may have got inside.  It does happen you know."

   I wasn't particularly clued up on female plumbing so I didn't know
whether it was possible or not.  I couldn't take any chances though so I
said.  "Ok terminate it then."

   "Its just that..." She trailed off.

   "What?"

   "It'll cost two hundred pounds."

   "So?"

   "I haven't got two hundred pounds."

   "Don't do this to me again Rhona.  This isn't the first time you
reckoned you haven't got any money then magically you find you really had
savings all along.  And you know what happened to you last time you lied
don't you?"

   "But I really haven't this time Barrie.  You've ...er...  I've spent it
all."

   "How?"

   "All that stuff you made me buy.  The extra pairs of knickers, the stuff
from the sexshop, you know."

   It was true over the past week we had been regular clients at the sex
shop.  I'd even taken Fiona over one day and forced her to put on a show
with a few of his favoured customers.

   "You're full of suprises kid." Phil had said, in admiration, as the
gorgeous blond writhed over the filthy floor in the throes of overwhelming
lust.

   "So what are you going to do?"

   "I was wondering...er...would you....I mean..."

   "Come on Rhona tell me or I'll get annoyed and you know what that
means."

   "Will you let me have the money please Barrie?  You've made enough from
the sale of <a slight moue of disgust> those packages."

   "Yeah so?  That's mine I earned it."

   "I did all the work." She blurted.

   "Would you have done it if I hadn't made you?"

   "No but..."

   "There you are then.  Its mine.  I thought of the idea and I carried it
out.  You just sat there doing fuck all except cumming all over the place.
You don't deserve fuck all."

   "Please help me Barrie." She wept.

   "Sir!"

   "What?"

   "Call me by my title.  Do it Rho."

   "Will you help me please.....sir."

   "That's better.  Yeah I'll help you to earn the money."

   "Earn it, how?"

   "Like all good whores, on your back." I'd been learning a great deal
from reading Billy's mags (and certain newsgroups it must be said.).

   "I thought you didn't want anybody else to...er..fuck me?  That's what
you said."

   "Things change.  Anyway you said you wanted my help so I'm helping."

   "I don't want to do it with anyone else, just you."

   "So what do you suggest?  Get Fiona to do it?  She'd love that, turning
herself into a whore to pay for you to sort out your problem."

   "Forget it Barrie....er....sir.  I'll deal with it."

   "Too late Rho.  You asked for my help and now you've got it whether you
like it or not."

   "But I don't want to be a whore."

   "Its either you or Fiona.  I suggest you talk it out with her.  Me, I'll
arrange the boys."

   "Oh no, when will this nightmare end?" She sobbed.

   There must have been a spark of human kindness lurking somewhere inside
me because I actually felt sorry for her.  I put my arm around her and drew
her head onto my chest.

   "There is, of course, an alternative.  There always is."

   "Like what?"

   I proceeded to tell her.

   ******************************************************

   "What if we get caught?"

   "Its not like you to be a chicken Billy."

   "I'm not." He said rising to my bait.  "Its just that it isn't right is
it?"

   "Don't worry no-one will ever know, besides we're under age.  They don't
prosecute people of our age.  We don't know our minds you see." I chuckled.


   "Yeah well."

   "Anyway it'll be fun."

   "Yeah it will won't it." Suddenly he was happy again.  Ah!  the
fickleness of youth.

   "You got the guys lined up?"

   "Yeah, of course."

   "Have you made sure they've got money?"

   "Twenty quid each.  I wouldn't pay that much for a fuck."

   "That's because you get it free.  At one time you'd have gladly paid
twenty pounds for a good fuck." I said.  "By the way what's the time?"

   "Nine thirty why?"

   "You'd better get the camera ready.  When are the guys coming?"

   "Any time now.  I hope to fuck they can do it or we're going to have
some seriously pissed off guys on our hands." He said as he picked up the
camera and started to take light readings.

   "Don't panic.  If they can't do it, then one of them two will have to do
the honours, maybe even both."

   "You'd let Rhona fuck?" He took the camera down from his eye.

   I hunched a shoulder.  "Why not?"

   He regarded me for a moment, then started the camera rolling again, as
the clamour from the main room started to rise in volume.

   Just then the outside door opened and the girls came in supporting an
obviously stoned woman.  I wasn't very good with ages at that time,
everyone over 18 looked ancient to me, but thinking back I guess she would
have been in her early twenties.  She was slightly smaller than either of
the girls, with long dark hair around a sort of heart shaped face.  Her
tits were amazing and her legs, what we could see of them under her knee
length skirt, were gorgeous.

   "What's wrong with her?"

   "She's strung out." Said Fiona.

   "How?"

   "Its best you don't know."

   "She's not going to croak on us like Janet is she?"

   "No she'll be fine."

   "She'd better be.  Now fuck off, we've got work to do.  Come back in a
couple of hours.  Oh yeah and be careful when you leave that nobody sees
you, those guys in there will think you're the entertainment and you
wouldn't want that would you?  Especially after going to all this trouble."


   Once they'd gone we stripped her.  Her body was magnificent.  Her tits
were cheekily uptilted and didn't have an ounce of sag, her stomach was
flat and her thighs were firm and slim.  Just seeing her made me incredibly
horny.

   "Focus the camera Billy." I gasped as I tore my clothes off.  "I want
something to remember this one by."

   I then launched myself on her, instinctively sucking and mauling her
firm breasts.  Nothing had ever brought out the lust in me as did seeing
her lying there stoned out of her mind and completely, helplessly,
available.

   Billy filmed as I pounded into her.  I was like an animal, shouting and
calling her 'bitch, cunt, whore' as I pounded away.  Like everything else
at that age it didn't last long and within a few minutes I felt myself
letting loose the most tremendous barrage of spunk I'd ever produced.  Her
legs were kicking either side of me and her arms were wrapped around me
tightly as I came.  I think she was on a different planet.

   Billy took my place fucking her madly, again with her arms and legs
wrapped around him, while I ducked and dived in and out of the action with
my camera.  It was a crazy scene.

   We then wrapped her face and hair in scarves.  We didn't want the guys
to see her or be able to recognise her again, or her them.  She might even
have been one of their sisters and that would have been kind of
embarrassing.  So it was best they didn't know.

   Then we tied her down, spread wide like a star.  Just in case she came
round and objected a little.

   Then it was free for all time at the old corral.  She was fucked dizzy
for over two hours solid.  Fifteen guys, including us, shot our wads into
that cunt.  No condoms for this one.  We're never going to see her again,
so what if she got pregnant?  She wouldn't get aids or nothing mainly
because most of the guys were too young.  A lot of them were having a woman
for the first time.

   After they'd gone I got out my paper, ink and pin and went to work.  It
took half an hour but it was worth it.  I stood back and admired my work.
In the words of Michael Jackson, it was Bad!

   I then shoved the note and the ten single pound coins into her purse
while the girls dressed her.  I nodded at them as they left to return her
to wherever the hell it was she came from.  Billy went with them to give
them a hand.  Amazingly she was still out of it.

   Rhona could now have her abortion.

   ******************************************************

   Our little friend earned its keep that next week as the girls struggled
to keep ahead of the orders.  It was lucky that we were all on holiday from
school.  Just as we were getting on top of things I did a silly thing, this
time posting details of the Fiona Lovett special edition.  Again the flood
started.  I was loving it, money is so moreish isn't it?

   While the girls toiled over the computer, or in harness, sometimes both,
we were out there enjoying ourselves.  The weather was particularly mild
for autumn so we spent most of time playing football or hanging round with
the guys.  It was a strange time in my life really.  It was as if I was
living a dual existence.  On the one hand I was hanging with the guys,
oggling girls and generally going through the courtship ritual.  On the
other I was sexually torturing two beautiful young girls to exhaustion. 
Not that I saw it like that in those days.  As I said I wasn't cruel, just
callous and unfeeling.  If I was guilty of cruelty at all it was of being
cruelly indifferent.  I just didn't give a damn nor think of the
consequences.  I think we were like that at that age if we are honest with
ourselves, or if we can remember that far back.

   I wasn't the lovey dovey, pressing wild flowers in books type.  I
belonged firmly in the pulling the legs off spiders camp.  Forcing my girls
to perform perverted acts was just an extension of this.  If I had been
challenged then I would have said it was just a game and be amazed that
anyone would have bothered to ask.  It was so obviously a game, surely
anyone could have seen that.

   If I had my time again would I do it differently?  Tough one.  At that
time maybe I would, then again I probably wouldn't.  Ask yourself.  Would
you?  Anyway I'd just, without knowing it, reached another crossroads in my
life.

   You see, little did I know at that time, but someone was about to enter
stage left into my sphere of orbit who would make life very interesting.

   Very interesting indeed.

   ***************************************************** This is part 1 of
the Story.  I have written most of part 2 (its just as long) but I really
would like some feedback as to whether to continue this storyline or not.
Its up to you.  You're the jury.  Tell me!  All I ask is, like with any of
my other stories, you don't finish it for me.  Final point: As a trainee
writer I am experimenting with different styles and genres.  So I'd really
appreciate your feedback.  Whether you loved it or hated it, whether you
think I'm a crap writer or not, or simply to just to have your say.  I'll
always reply.  Now that's not too much to ask is it?  My email is
Theodore@spoonbender.demon.co.uk.

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