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Rhona part 2 (nc, blackmail, humil, gang) 

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

This Novella is not for minors or anyone else who 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 and I'm told about it (and the URL).  This is all
pure fantasy, the figment of a peculiar mind so any resemblance
to anyone either  alive or dead is purely coincidental.  It's
probably a bit nastier then anything I've written before, though
nowhere near as nasty as I've seen on the news groups.  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.

This is part 2 of the story.  I suggest you read part 1 first or
it probably won't make sense.  Thanks for all the feedback and
suggestions on this one.  I'm dedicating this story to those of
you who took the trouble, especially Parker, Joy Paine and
Stroker Ace.  Thanks.  For those who didn't, shame on you!

Many thanks to Dainie for the Editing.

One last point: I have lost the email addresses of everyone who contacted
me over the last few months (windows don't you just love it!) can you please
email me again. Thanks.

*****************************************************
 
I hated school.  Probably because I was no good at it.  I was
always getting low marks, usually just scraping enough to stop
myself getting downclassed.  So it was with little enthusiasm
that I lounged at my desk on the first Monday back after the
holidays. 

'Oh shit.  It was Mr. Wheatcroft, the headmaster.  What the hell
was he doing here?  Where was Mrs. Turner?'  Somebody followed
him in.  She looked familiar but I couldn't quite place her.  I
struggled to jog my memory as Mr. Wheatcroft banged on about Mrs.
Turner having a baby and that a newly qualified teacher, Miss
Suzie Cross, would be taking her place until she returned in the
next academic year. 

Miss Suzie Cross. 

Now where had I seen a cute little teacher like that before? 
Slim build, long dark hair, heart shaped face........SHEEEEIT!!! 
It was her!  Miss Goodfuck, as we had christened her.  The girl
from Fiona's boathouse.  The one who obligingly paid for Rhona's
abortion.  No wonder I didn't recognise her.  Her sudden
re-appearance as our teacher was so way out of context.  I
glanced at Billy and he returned my wide eyed look of wonder.  

He knew too.  

"Now, I'd like to get to know you all," she said.  I nearly burst
out laughing.  Get to know us all.  Ha-ha.  She'd already fucked
most of us.  What a hoot.  None of the other guys in the class
knew that, of course.   

Wow, it was lucky we'd covered her face.  

 
"What are we going to do?" asked Billy anxiously, at break time. 


"About what?" 

"Don't be stupid.  About her, of course." 

"Why?" 

"Duh, because we've fucked our teacher, that's why.  Or hadn't
you noticed?" 

"So what?  It was a lot of fun." 

"Yeah, but she knows us, we didn't blindfold her when we did it. 
We could get into trouble! what shall we do?" 

"Leave it to me.  Don't worry.  Just hang in there until this
afternoon and I'll go home at lunch time." 

"What?  And leave me here on my own?" 

"No, you silly sod.  I've just got to collect something, that's
all.  I'll sort it all out later this afternoon." 

"What are you going to do?" 

"Introduce myself to her.  Properly." 

 
"Can I have a word with you, Miss Cross?" 

"Certainly, er..?" 

"Barrie Jones, Miss." 

"Now what can I do for you, Barrie?" she said brightly, as the
last of the other students left the room closing the door behind
them.  

"Well, Miss, you see, it's like this.  I would like to fuck you
again.  It was so much fun last time I'd really like to do it
again," I said as disarmingly and innocently as I could.  

This is where Rho came in, of course.  I'd grown up early because
of her.  How many thirteen year old boys would have had the
courage to speak to a teacher like that?  Not many.  Not unless
they had tasted the wine of experience that I had in the last few
weeks.  Having your own sex slave certainly seemed to give your
self confidence a boost, that's for sure.  Anyway, she reacted
much as I'd expected.  Even at that tender age I was learning
that women can be very predictable in certain matters.  

"I beg your pardon?" 

"I said I'd like to fuck you again, if you don't mind, Miss." 

"What? I...I."  

I do believe she was speechless.  Well, they hardly prepare you
for this sort of encounter at teacher training college now, do
they? 

"It won't take long, Miss.  We could go in the storeroom.  You
wouldn't even have to get undressed.  Just lift your skirt, take
your knickers off and it'd be over in a jiffy.  You wouldn't even
need to do anything except hold your skirt up, oh,  and open your
legs of course.  I'd do all the work for you.  I'd like that.  So
what do you say, Miss?" 

"I'm going to take you to the Headmaster.  I've never heard
anything like it in all my life!" 

"Oh no, don't do that, Miss.  I don't like threesomes much.  Look
why don't we just get on and do it, just us two, I haven't got
long because I've got to get home and do that homework you've set
me." 

"Right, I've had enough of this.  I'm going to see the headmaster
right now," she said, storming towards the door.  

Just before she laid her hand on the knob I said,  "Do you want
to know who BB is?" 

I saw her falter and lean heavily against a desk.  I think that
caught her interest.  

"How do you know about that?" she said quietly.  

"Because I put it there, of course.  One of the Bs is me,
Barrie." 

"How?" 

"After I fucked you, of course.  You were terrific.  I didn't
really get chance to thank you on the night, what with you
wanting to fuck all the other guys and all.  So I left a kind of
calling card.  I didn't really want to fuck you again after all
the other guys had been in there.  I mean it was a bit messy,
wasn't it?  So I just gave you a bit of a message to show my
appreciation.  I hope you like it." 

She stared at me.  "You were there? That night?" 

"Of course I was.  The whole gang was there.  It was great, did
you enjoy it too?  Or was it just for the money?  A quid each,
that doesn't sound much to you, but it is to a schoolboy who only
has his allowance.  You were really insistent.  Did you need it
for the taxi home?  I could have gotten you a lift you know, then
you could have fucked a lot more of us.  We were willing but we
didn't all have the money.  It was a shame because you looked
like you were enjoying yourself." 

"A schoolboy.  One my own class.  I slept with one of the members
of my class?" I don't think she was talking to me, but I answered
anyway.  

"Oh no, we didn't sleep, Miss.  No, Miss, don't you remember?  We
fucked you, Miss.  I don't think you went to sleep, but then
again you did go a bit quiet towards the end.  Did we send you to
sleep, Miss?  If so I'm sorry, Miss.  You see, we haven't had
much experience with girls us being so young and all." 

She seemed to draw herself together.  "Right, Barrie.  I think
we'll let this matter drop.  I don't want to hear any more about
it, okay?" 

"Oh, I didn't really want to talk about it Miss, but you
insisted.  No, Miss, I just want to fuck you.  So can we go to
the storeroom now or would you prefer to do it here?" I looked
around the room as if weighing up where the best place would be
for me to do the dirty deed.  

"I'm not doing it with you here or anywhere.  You have no proof
of what took place, it's just something that happened and is
firmly in the past.  So let's just forget it.  Remember, I'm your
teacher." 

"You mean you won't let me fuck you?" 

"No, I will not!" 

"I'll just have to console myself by watching the video then." 

"Video, what video?" she gasped, horror stricken.  

"The one we made of you and me doing it.  Billy took it, he's the
other B by the way.  It came out really well.  Would you like a
copy?" 

"You recorded it? Do you mean you had it planned?" 

"Oh no, Miss.  Not at all.  I only just met you this morning
remember, well, apart from when we, er, met before, of course. 
No Miss, it was just lucky that I was out with the gang with my
Dad's video camera.  We were just hanging out filming the girls
when you showed up and asked us to fuck you." 

"I said that?" 

"Oh yes, Miss, don't you remember?" 

"I don't remember much about that night," she said wistfully.  

"Do you want to see the film then, Miss, to help you remember?" 

"No I don't, Barrie," she shuddered.  

"What about this, then, Miss?  I made you a copy."  I proffered
the paper to her.  

She grabbed the paper and started to cry softly.  Her first day
of teaching and already her career was in the toilet.  

The paper was a copy of the stencil I'd used when I tattooed her
with the immortal words:  GANG FUCKED ON 3RD OCTOBER 97.  THANKS
FROM BB AND THE BOYS.  If she had lifted her dress up you'd see
it neatly tattooed in blue ink just above her knicker line.  

We fucked in the storeroom.  I had her knickers and she had my
sperm.  

After all a fair exchange is no robbery.  

******************************************************** 
 
"So will you let me fuck you, Miss Cross?" 

Something that sounded like a sob followed by "Yes." 

"That's great, Miss.  Shall we go in the storeroom?  We won't be
disturbed in there." 

"Yes." 

"Oh, you can call me Barrie, Miss Cross, as we know each other so
well." 

"Yes, Barrie." 

I clicked off the miniature recorder and looked at Billy.  He
looked incredulous.  

"You did it, didn't you?  You fucked our teacher, you actually
went ahead and did it, didn't you?" 

"Yeah, so?  So did you." 

"Yeah,  but not when she was our teacher.  Not in the classroom,
for Pete's sake.  Anyway, was she good?" 

"All right, I suppose," I shrugged.  "She didn't seemed to be
concentrating much, she just kept looking over my shoulder at the
door all the time and telling me to hurry up." 

"Did she come?" 

"Who cares?  I did though, like a fountain." 

"You fucked her without a condom?" 

"Of course I did.  We all did, don't you remember?  Anyway I
wanted to let her know who's boss.  A sticky cunt does that to a
girl you know."  I really was learning fast.  

"So what are you going to do now?" 

"Keep fucking her of course, she's a damn sight more convenient
than Rho or Fizz." 

"You can't do that.  You'll get caught." 

I thought about it for a while.  Billy was right, I could hardly
go around fucking my teacher in school, the risk was too great. 
At night though.  Well that was different.  

******************************************************** 
 
I looked around the flat as she ushered me in, quickly closing
the door behind me.  It was as if she didn't want me to be seen
around here.  

"Hello, Miss.  I've brought you a present." 

"A present?  What is it?" 

I dropped my bag on the floor and extricated the CD Rom from the
side pocket.  

"Here, Miss.  Its an A.V.I.  <I saw her look of puzzlement - they
don't teach them much at University these days, do they>, a
video, Miss.  One that you can play on your computer.  I've got a
player on there too just in case you haven't got one." 

"A video?" 

"Yes, Miss.  You know, of us doing it.  It came out really well. 
I want to show it to all my friends in school, maybe even post it
on the network, but I thought I'd show you first.  To see what
you thought of it." 

Her face was a picture as she struggled to come to terms with
what I'd just suggested.  "Er, I don't think it's a good idea for
you to show that around.  It, er, might get you into trouble." 

"Me, Miss?  How?  It's just a bit of fun, Miss.  Two people
having a good time, why would it get ME into trouble?"
 
By this time we both knew where we stood.  
 
"Okay, Barrie.  You win, what do you want?" 

"I just want to fuck you, Miss.  Again and again.  You have a
really nice body, Miss, and a nice hole.  I love it when I come
in there, it feels ever so squishy.  Maybe I should put it on the
network after all, unless of course you would prefer me to just
fuck you." 

I loved this wide-eyed innocent bit.  She was taking it in hook,
line and sinker.  I loved watching her perform mental gymnastics
trying to find good reasons why I shouldn't widen the knowledge
base on her sexual proclivities.  

"Okay, Barrie.  I've got no choice.  I'll let you  <she obviously
found the word distasteful>  fuck me.  But it has to be our
little secret, no-one else must ever find out  about it.  Do you
understand?" 

I nodded, innocently.  

"Good, the other thing is that you must wear a condom.  You
should always practise safe sex." 

"Oh no, Miss, I can't afford Condoms." 

"I'll buy them for you." 

"Sorry, Miss, I don't want to wear a condom." 

"Why not?" 

"Because I want you to feel my spunk creeping down the inside of
your thighs.  I want you to know, truly know, that you've been
fucked.  It will remind you of your position in our relationship
won't it? Anyway I get a buzz out of seeing you walking round,
knowing you are carrying my seed.  It kind of makes you mine." 

She couldn't have been more shocked if I'd told her that the Pope
was a practising Jew.  From fresh faced, young, innocent to
steely, black-hearted blackmailer all in five minutes.  As she
stood there, open mouthed, I dropped another little nugget in her
ear.  

"I'll make all the others wear a condom though, Miss." 

"O-others?" she stammered.  

"Of course, Miss.  I want to share my good fortune.  After all
they're my mates.  We share everything." 

I saw her face crumple like tissue paper as she broke down and
wept copiously.  

"There, there, Miss.  Please don't cry.  If you only want me to
do it then I will.  But you must do something for me in return?" 

"What?" she snivelled.  

I handed her the script I had been working on all week.  It had
taken a lot of crafting but I was pretty pleased with the result.
Which is more than she was.  

"You can't be serious," she sniffed, punching the paper with her
finger.  "I can't do that." 

"Okay, Miss Cross, let's get down to brass tacks.  Either you do
that or I'll post this  <I waved another print out in her face> 
up all over the school and send a copy to the Headmaster and each
of the Governors.  Then we'll see who gets into trouble." 

I handed her the print-out.  It was excellent quality, printed on
the dye sublimation printer that Rhona's endeavours had bought
for me.  It was one of those rare moments in cinematic history. 
You know, the one shot that every photographer strives for but
seldom achieves.  Billy had obviously knelt down low when he
filmed it because it was a perfect shot of an obviously loving
couple.  I had my back arched and was quite clearly in the
process of dumping my load into her.  My ass muscles were
clenched tight and the gritted teeth and the claw-like hands
gouging her breasts told it all.  For her part she had her hands
gripping my hips, drawing me in, her white knuckles testifying to
the depth of her passion.  Her mouth was open and her eyes
closed, her hair lay in long dark strings across her forehead and
her legs were wide open and pulled back.  The frames just before
and just after would have confirmed that all she was doing was
taking a deep breath and her hands were just dancing to the tune
of a brain whose fuses were temporarily disconnected.  But that,
as they say, is the wonder of video photography.  You could, with
care, make any film say whatever you liked.  And this one said
that this teacher was obviously getting off on the attentions of
a schoolboy.  

"Nice, eh?" I smirked.  "So what do you say, Miss?  That <I
pointed to the script> or that? It's your choice." 

The silence was infinite.  

"Come on, teach.  Time's pressing on and I'm getting horny. 
What's it to be?" 

She seemed to collapse in on herself.  I had my answer.  

I set up the camera in her spare room while she got dressed in
her most severe school ma'am outfit.  Once it was all set up as I
wanted, I undressed and slipped into some pyjamas I had brought
with me.  These ones were blue and covered in little yellow teddy
bears.  They must have made me look at least a couple of years
younger.  At least I hoped so.  I then slipped into bed.  

"Okay, I'm ready," I said as I pulled the covers up to my chin. 
She entered the room obviously very distressed.  

"Aw, come on, Suzie, smile.  It ain't that bad.  Look on the
bright side.  At least you'll get fucked." 

She smiled, it was sickly and wan but it suited my purposes.  

"Okay, Teach.  You know what to do? You memorised the script?" 

She nodded.  "Okay then, let's get rolling."  With that, I
flipped the remote control and closed my eyes pretending sleep.  

She came over and knelt next to the bed, then started planting
soft kisses on my face.  I pretended to come awake under her
tender ministrations.  

"Hello, Miss.  Is it morning already?" 

"No, Barrie, it's still night." 

"Why have you woken me, Miss?" 

"Because I want to continue with your lessons," she said, though
it obviously stuck in her craw.  

"Okay Miss.  What do you want to do?" 

"This," she said and her hand sneaked under the covers.  

"Wow, Miss, you are touching my willy." 

"Let's get him out and have a look at him shall we?" 

"Yes, Miss," I said as doubtfully as I could.  "Whatever you say,
Miss." 

She threw back the covers and was obviously taken aback by my
attire but she carried on, good sport that she was.  She pulled
my prick out and started to fondle it.  

"I think these are a bit restricting, don't you?" indicating my
pyjamas.  "Let's get them off." 

"My mum said I should wear them, Miss, or I'll catch cold." 

"You won't catch cold, I promise you." 

"Okay, Miss.  You know best." 

She pulled off the trousers and undid the buttons on the jacket. 


"That's better.  Now we can see what we're doing." 

"What are we doing Miss?" 

"I'm carrying on with your education.  That's why you're staying
over, isn't it?" 

"Yes, Miss, but--" 

She put her fingers to my lips then lowered her head and engulfed
my penis.  I didn't need to act at that point.  She was bloody
excellent, she definitely put Rhona into the strictly amateur
league when it came to cock sucking.  In no time at all I was as
hard as a pole.  Meanwhile she was stripping off her clothes like
a madwoman.  

When she was naked she raised her mouth from my prick and started
to dart kisses up my abdomen, while all the time she caressed my
balls.  Finally her face was on mine and she grasped my head in
both hands and mashed her lips on mine.  I kept my eyes open and
my mouth closed, purely for the camera.  She raised her leg and
straddled me, raised up on her knees with her cunt mere inches
away from my nodding prick.  

"What are you doing, Miss?" 

"Something nice, Barrie.  Grown-ups call it fucking.  You see I
put your willy into my hole like this." 

She lowered herself.  I opened my eyes wide in shock and wonder. 


Then she was off, bouncing merrily while her tits danced in front
of my incredulous eyes.  I honestly never thought she'd do it,
but here she was making the most incriminating tape since
Watergate, and the best part was, I was loving it.  She's missed
her calling, I thought, as I blasted my seed deep inside her. 
She would have made a great actress.  

Afterwards I jumped up and unloaded the video, locking it safely
into my bag along with the camera as she lay weeping on the bed. 
I put it next to her front door.  When I came back she was still
there, though her weeping had subsided.  

"Get dressed, Miss Cross.  My dad'll be here to pick me up in a
minute and he can hardly see you like this, can he?" 

She stumbled around dressing, just as she'd finished making
herself decent the doorbell rang.  It was my dad.  

"Have you finished?" he asked.  

She looked startled then quickly recovered her composure.  "Er,
yes.  With a little more work I think he'll be fine." 

"It's very good of you to help him out with his schoolwork like
this.  In your own time too.  Er, can I give you something for
your trouble?" 

She shook her head.  "It's no trouble." 

"Thank Miss Cross, Barrie." 

"Thank you, Miss Cross  <a deliberate pause>  for having me." 

On the way home my dad turned to me and said.  "She's a bit of
all right." 

"What do you mean, Dad?"
 
"I mean she's a good-looking girl." 

"Aw, come on, Dad.  She's my teacher." 

****************************************************** 
 
"Is that Phil?" 

"Yeah,  who's this?" 

"It's me, Barrie.  The one with the two older girlfriends." 

"Oh hi, kid.  What's up?" 

"Can I have a chat with you, I want to ask you something" 

"Sure, kid.  When?" 

"Now, if that's all right.  I'll come over on the bus.  I'll be
there around 1 if that's okay." 

"Sure, I was going to have my lunch then anyway.  Come on over." 
 
"I'm a bit embarrassed to talk about it but I don't know who else
to ask," I said as we sat munching our hamburgers in the
shuttered sex shop.  

"Ask away, kid." 

"How do you know if your girlfriend is having it off with someone
else?" 

"Got a bit of trouble, eh, kid?  Her eyes wandering are they?" 
He was obviously amused.  

"That's the problem.  I don't know." 

"Tricky one, that.  She seem happy when you're not giving it to
her or is she doing anything different in her routine?  Going to
extra classes or something?" 

"No, not really.  I can't explain it, it's just a feeling I've
got." 

"I might have just the thing for you there, son." 

With that he disappeared into his stock room and came back with a
strange leather and steel contraption.  

"This'll do it." 

"What is it?" 

"It's called a chastity belt.  You see, you lock her in there and
she can't get fucked unless you open it first." 

"How does she, er, you know, do her business?" 

"Through these slots.  Don't worry, it's quite hygienic.  The old
knights used to lock their wives up for years in these when they
went off to the crusades.  It's also got an attachment plate here
too, so you can attach one of those toys your girlfriend seems to
like so much." 

I fingered the device.  "Okay, how much is it?" 

"Well as you're a good customer let's call it sixty quid." 
 
"How much would three cost?" 

"Three?" 

"Yeah,  I've got a new girlfriend." 

"A new one! You are amazing, kid!  Have you got a ten inch prick
or something?" 

"No.  I'm just a nice guy."  We both laughed.  

"Listen, I like you, kid.  Tell you what, give me a hundred and
fifty and I'll even throw in a few toys, how's that sound?" 

After we'd finished our transaction I asked,  "Are you still
interested in one of my girlfriends putting on a show?" 

"Sure.  What are you thinking?" 

"Well if you arrange the whole thing I'll supply the girl.  Then
we split the money, that sound okay to you?" 

"Sounds good to me.  How far do you want her to go?" 

"You got any condoms?" 

"This is a sex shop, son, we've got condoms in every shape and
size you can think of.  Boxes of them, more than you'll ever
need." 

"In that case she can go all the way.  Just don't damage her, all
right?" 

He held out his hand.  "You've got yourself a partner, kid." 



"I want more money, Rhona!"

I was lying on my bed while she rested her head on my thigh,
after giving me a fairly decent blow job.  I was considering
getting Miss Cross to give her a few lessons in the art of
cock-sucking, I mean what are teachers for if not to teach?  And
this was one hell of a life skill for any girl.  As my dad always
told me, you need to learn a trade early on in life, then you'd
always have something to fall back on.  I don't suppose she'd see
it quite that way though.

"So?" she said.  For some reason that pissed me off.

"So?  Is that all you can say?" I snapped.

"What do you want me to say?"

"I want you to make some suggestions."

"Like what?"

I pushed her head off my lap and stood up. "Like fucking
anything.  I need some input so give it to me," I said as I paced
the floor.

"I can't think of anything," she said after a small pause, which
she'd taken to try and convince me that she'd thought about the
problem.  Which she clearly hadn't.

"Well I can..." I stopped pacing, leaned forward and touched her
pussy.  "...And it involves this."

I heard one of the older guys at school say that someone he knew
had a 'low shockability factor' and I thought that it summed
Rhona up to a tee.  She should have known me by now but, as ever,
I always managed to catch her by surprise.  And this time was no
exception.  First the open-mouthed shock, then the trickle of
tears and the pitiful whimpering.  I'd seen it before and no
doubt I'd see it again.

"Please, Barrie, don't."

"Don't what?"

"Don't make me do it."

"Do what?" I persisted.

"That!"

"You're beginning to piss me off, Rhona.  What the fuck are you
talking about?"

"You're going to make me prostitute myself."

I laughed.  "I hadn't thought of that.  But now you come to
mention it its not a bad idea.  Well done, Rhona <I patted her
indulgently on the head> I knew you'd come up with an idea to
help me out."

Now her shock was total, if the look on her face was anything to
go by.  She'd been the one to suggest it and she just knew that I
would more than likely want her to carry it out.  She'd walked
straight into a trap and she knew it.  But, credit where credit
is due, she recovered quickly.

"Why do I have to do it?  Why not Fiona?" she whined as she
grabbed my hand.  "I am your girlfriend, she's not."

"Do you want to tell her? Or would you prefer that I told her?" I
paused. "Then let her know it was your idea?"

She shook her head.

"That's not a fucking answer, Rho.  Either you tell her or I tell
her, which is it to be?"

"You tell her, she won't listen to me."

I shook my head.  I just loved the irony of the situation.  "I
got a better idea."

"What?"  She looked hopeful.

"You've got to convince her, on your own, without my help.  If
you don't, then it's you that gets the fucking."

"I can't do that." Horrified.

"If you don't you'd better get used to lying on your back with
your legs open, Rho.  In fact they'll have to bury you in a 'Y'
shaped coffin."  I was quite pleased with my wit, but she
obviously wasn't.

"Please, Barrie."

"Shut it, Rho.  The subject is closed.  Either you get her to do
it, or you do it.  I don't give a shit either way, just that one
of you is going to do it."

"But...."

"I told you to shut up." I lay comfortably on the bed.  "Here get
your laughing gear round this," I said as I held my cock. 
"That'll keep you quiet for a while."

I lay back and thought of the possibilities as her mouth worked
wonders on my flaccid prick.

 

The last couple of weeks had been an interesting experience for
my teacher, to say the least.  I stopped off at her flat on the
way to school every morning and helped her to choose what she was
going to wear that day.  Then I'd fuck her, usually pulling out
just as I came in order to splash it over her crotch, and
immediately afterwards I hustled her out.  I wanted her to feel
me, drying on her thighs, for the rest of the day.  

I loved dressing her in miniskirts, even though she got a few odd
looks from the other members of staff.  I'd make her sit at her
desk, which was on a kind of raised dais and open her legs
slightly, so we could all have a good look.  It really got me off
seeing the glisten of my spunk coating the lips of her sex,
counterpointing the deep shadows cast by her thighs.  

It was a magic time.  



"You know what you've got to do, Fiona?"

"I don't want to do it," she pouted.

"Well that's a damned shame.  But it still doesn't excuse you," I
said, dismissively.

"I won't," she tossed her head.  "You can't make me."

I sighed.  "Tell her Rho, before I get angry and you both end up
doing it.  And hurry up about it, Phil will be here in a minute."

They huddled in the corner with Rho whispering frantically in her
ear, while occasionally darting fearful glances at me.  At first
Fiona had an aggressive lilt to her chin and fire in her eyes but
Rhona must have poured some undiluted malice into her ears as her
face seemed to crumple and the tears started.  She was turning
into a pretty good procurer, was our Rho.  And it was starting to
give me ideas.

A few minutes later, the blare of the car horn announced that
Phil had arrived.

"So, you going to do it, Fiona?" I enquired.

Tearfully she nodded.  

"Good.  Fuck off, then." I waved her away.  "Oh yeah, and don't
forget my money."

She stumbled out of the room, crying.  

The Hooker in Plaid.  It would have made a great title for a
play.


She failed me!  I couldn't believe it.  Miss Cross actually had
the cheek to fail me in my English test.  Now I'd have to stay
behind after school and do extra work instead of being out there
playing football with the guys.  The gym teacher had told me, in
no uncertain terms, that if I missed football practise one more
time he'd probably throw me out of the team.  So, to say I was
unhappy would have been an understatement.  At the time I thought
I was being too soft on her, a state of affairs that I was going
to rectify forthwith, before things really started get out of
hand.  I saw Phil that same evening and so I was pretty well
prepared when I met her that Saturday evening.

"Miss Cross." 

"Look, Barrie, under the circumstances you can call me Suzie." 

"Ok, Miss Cross." 

She sighed.  

"What is it, Barrie?" 

"I've got something for you," I said as I pulled out the chastity
belt onto which I'd screwed one of my 'special edition' versions
of Phil's toys.  She was going to love this one.  

"What is it?" She stepped back like I was trying to hand her a
snake.  

"A chastity belt, Miss." 

"What's it for?" 

"And they say I'm dumb.  Its for you, to wear." 

She shook her head.  "I'm not wearing that." 

"Of course you will, Miss Cross.  Because I'm asking you to.  You
know, little Barrie, the one you seduced, Miss Cross.  Seduced on
film, the one that could get you on List 99." 

The infamous, secret list of teachers who were banned for coming
into contact with students ever again.  This would have meant she
couldn't get a job teaching anywhere!

"Do you understand me, Miss Cross?" 

I handed it to her.  

"Right, Miss Cross.  I am going to film you, so be on your best
behaviour.  I want you to take your clothes off, pick up the belt
and put it on.  That's not too difficult now is it?" 

"What's this for?" she said, looking fearfully at the monster
prong.  

"You've got a degree, you work it out.  Okay, start taking your
clothes off.  Come on, the camera's rolling." 

She started off well enough and soon there was a neat pile of
clothes on the chair.  She gingerly picked up the belt, studied
it for a second then proceeded to step into it.  The problems
started when the end of the dildo reached her pussy.  Okay, I'll
be the first to admit it was pretty large, especially for such a
small woman.  In my defence I must make it clear that I had no
concept of how painful it must have been for her to try and
insert that thing inside herself, especially unlubricated.  All I
can remember is that I was impatient to get her locked in so I
could proceed with the rest of my plans.  So her hesitation
seemed to me to be designed to get me annoyed, rather than being
caused by any problems she may have been having.

So after watching her struggling to insert it for a minute or so
I decided to step in and lend a hand.  She'd recently had some
rewiring done in her flat and there were still some off-cuts of
cable lying around.  I picked up one of these, which must have
been about 1 yard or so long, and smacked it hard across her
backside.

She yelped and took her hands away from the belt in order to
massage her lacerated butt.  In doing so the belt fell to the
floor.

"PICK IT UP," I screamed.  All the time I was lashing her bottom
with the wire, raising long welts in her smooth flesh.

She bent over to grab it and my makeshift whip caught her across
the crease where her buttocks married her thighs.  She fell
weeping onto the floor frantically clutching her bottom.  She
rolled over to stop her backside being hit, so I lashed across
her upper thighs.

"PUT IT ON, PUT IT ON," I was shouting as I lashed her.  

She writhed on the floor then grabbed the belt.  The look of
agony on her face was extraordinary as she struggled to force it
in.  All the time I was lashing her.  Slowly, inch by inch, it
disappeared.  Until only about three inches or so remained
outside.  I grabbed her arm and hauled her to her feet, where she
stood, splay-legged, holding the dildo in place with one hand
while she steadied herself against the chair with the other.

"Right, Miss Cross," I said trying to steady my breathless
panting.  "You're going to put the rest of that thing inside.  To
help you I'm going to thrash your bottom and I'm only going to
stop when it's all inside and you've locked the padlock and given
me the key.  If you stop or touch your ass then I'll pull it out
and we can start again.  Got it?"

She nodded tearfully.

"Fine.  Get started then."  With that I lashed her ass again and
she responded by pushing desperately with both hands.

"I can't get it in.  I can't get it in," she wailed as I
methodically laid into her burning rump.  

Finally I could see we were getting nowhere so I pulled her
backwards.  Momentarily stunned, she lost her balance and sat
heavily onto the hard chair.  Another couple of inches of dildo
disappeared, only an inch to go.  She writhed on the chair and
tried to get up.  We'd gone too far to let her back out now so I
suddenly sat down hard on her straining thighs.  The dildo
slipped home.  She gasped in agony, tears spurting out of her
tightly closed eyes, teeth clenched so hard I'd thought they'd
shatter.  Her hands automatically reached to pull the belt clear,
but I was too quick for her.  I flipped the latch on the belt and
snicked the padlock.  

Miss Cross was impaled.

Quickly I leapt to my feet and moved across the room.  After all,
you never know how a newly impaled woman is going to react, do
you?  As it happens she seemed quite stunned for a second or two,
then she frantically tried to tear the belt off by brute force. 
That thing was steel-cored and would require a blacksmith to get
it off, so I watched with amusement as she struggled.  

Then the pleading began.

"Get it out, Barrie.  It's hurting meee!" she whined.

"Master.  My  name from now on, at least while we are not at
school, is Master."

She nodded her head, tears still pouring out of tightly clenched
eyes.

"Please get it out..... Master."

"No! Why should I when I've just gone to all that trouble putting
it in?  For a teacher you're pretty stupid."

She was still struggling to find the position that was the least
painful for her.  Finally she sort of half squatted, legs wide
and her back arched backwards, with her ass pointing down and
back.  She looked rather ravishing if I recall.  Like she was
frozen, in mid fuck, with some invisible man sitting comfortably
on the chair, pulling her down onto his manhood, stretching her
wide.

"Why?"

"Because you failed me in my test."

"You're doing this just because I failed you?"

"Yes.  You won't fail me in future though, Miss Cross, because
from now on you'll do everything I say.  If you don't then you
might find it a painful experience for you." I pulled out the
small radio control hand-set and briefly touched a recessed
button.  

Her eyes shot open like shutters and she clamped both hands on
her pussy or, to be exact, the place where her pussy should have
been if it hadn't been covered in the belt.

"Now that hurt, I should imagine," I said with a laugh.  "And
that was on its lowest setting, so I would be careful about
upsetting me in the future."

"Please.  Take it out, I won't fail you again.  I'll help you to
pass."

"Help me? How?"

"I'll give you extra tuition.  Oh please, Barrie, aaaaaaaah! Oh
no."

"Master, remember," I said, as I removed my thumb from the
button.  "Anyway that's no good, in future you give me the
answers before we do the test.  In fact you can get me the
answers to all the test papers."

"I can't do thaaa, eeeeeeeeeh!  No more, Barrie.  Sorry, sorry,
master."

"You were saying?"

"I'll get you the papers, I'll do anything.  Please don't hurt me
again, Master."

In actual fact I was a bit over-awed by the effect my little
electric shocks were having upon her.  It was a pretty crude
circuit, just a simple relaxation oscillator driving a small
xenon firing transformer.  I had had my doubts over whether it
would work.  Patently it did.  Apart from that much of the other
circuitry was fairly standard radio control gear.  Because of the
size of the antennae I'd been forced to use, and the low power of
the transmitter, it had a fairly small range of about 200 yards
as long as she was within sight.  It would suffice.  The other
channels allowed me to control other characteristics of the
impaler.  It was just the time for a little demonstration.  

So I set the vibrator onto its lowest setting.

It took her a couple of seconds before she caught on.  I don't
think she could believe this was happening to her.

"Ooooh no.  Pleeeeeease don't do this.  Ow, ow, sorry, Master."

"I'll do what I like, little slave, because I control you from
now on."  I turned the vibrator up a notch and was rewarded with
a small moan.  

"Please, Master, please take it out.  I'll be your slave, you
don't need to do this to me," she moaned.

"I'm sorry, Miss Cross, but that thing never comes out.  Except
when I wash you, of course   <I caught her look>  oh yes, I'll
have to wash you in future because I'll only take that thing out
when I have you nicely tied up.  To stop you having silly
thoughts like trying to get rid of it.  Do you understand?"

Oh, please, Master, I can't live with this inside me.  It's so
big, it hurts me.  I can't take it.  Please Master.  Please don't
do this to me." 

She was squatting by now, hands clasped in front of her face,
praying for mercy.  Powerful stuff.

"You'll get used to it.  Just relax.  Here, I'll help you." 

I clicked the vibrations up a couple of notches.  It had an
identical mechanism to 'our little friend' so by now she was
starting to get horny.  Soon she was leaning on one hand, still
squatting as the vibrations took over.  Then she fell onto her
side, hardly able to gather the strength to even squat as she
fought the powerful sensations happening inside her.  Slowly I
built the vibrations up watching in interest as she struggled
against the inevitable.  I sensed the moment that she quit
struggling.  She seemed to slump back, massaging her breast with
one hand while the other sought her sex.  Then she moaned in
impotent frustration as she found her way completely blocked by
the bulk of the belt.  

Now I had her surrender I needed to consolidate my gains, so I
started working my way through the settings in earnest.  Like
Rhona and Fiona before her she found herself in the throes of
hopeless and humiliating lust.  Higher and higher she climbed. 
Then she arched her back as she reached the peak.  I quickly
turned off the vibrator and applied a lengthy shock.  

Her arch became more profound as her bloated senses tried to
understand what was happening.  She had teetered on the brink of
bliss, only to be cruelly shocked at the moment of release.

I stepped over and leaned my head close to hers.

"I totally control you, you see, Miss Cross.  I can even decide
whether you get to orgasm."  I looked down at her red face. 
"......or not.  Right now you haven't earned it."  I rubbed my
stomach.  "I'm hungry, so you'd better cook me something.  If
it's nice then I might, only might, mind you, let you have that
orgasm you so desire.  If not, then....." I hit the shock switch.

"Ow now aaaaaah.  No more, please no more."

Get up, slave, and make my food."

She struggled to get up all the time trying to keep her torso
straight, not daring to bend her body.  It took her a few seconds
to struggle to her feet, holding tightly onto the chair.  Finally
she stood, wincing, before me, her cheeks awash with tears.  Her
legs were parted and she swayed slightly as if on the cusp of a
faint.

"I said I was hungry so get into that kitchen and rattle those
pots and pans."  My mum was a fifties Rock and Roll fan and,
unfortunately, I'd picked up the idioms.  

She tried to move but ended up groaning deliciously and clutching
her belly with both hands as the dildo shifted inside her.

I touched the shocker button and she seemed to leap into the air.

"I said, feed me.  Now do it, or I'll turn it on full and you
really wouldn't like that."

She shuffled slowly into the kitchen, holding onto the various
items of furniture that lined her route.  I could see that she
was trying to keep her hips from twisting, which was kind of
interesting.  

You'll probably find this hard to believe but I'd never really
studied the mechanics of how women walk before that point.  Oh, I
enjoyed the results like the swaying buttocks etc.  But I'd never
actually noticed that women swung their hips in order to get
along.  Which must have meant that her pussy was twisting nicely
around the unyielding pole I'd introduced.  Which would explain
her pained expression and her zombie walk.  I swear she looked
like one of those undead guys from the Michael Jackson video, as
she clumped stiff legged into the kitchen.  It was so funny I
nearly burst out laughing.  

Finally we arrived.  It took so long that I knew that I'd have to
help her get used to the fake prick or she'd never be able to
lead any sort of normal life.  

Fortunately I had that part planned well in advance and I sat
mulling over my ideas as I watched her struggle to bake me a
pizza in her tiny kitchen.  Every now and then I'd toy with the
hand-set, flipping the button onto low buzz, to gauge her
reaction.  She seemed to cope reasonably well with the lowest
setting but the next setting caused her to dip her hips every now
and then.  As an experiment in human physics it was wonderfully
enlightening.  It also gave me some sort of idea of how much
control I actually had over her at that point.

I made her stand, hands on head, as I munched my way through the
Pizza.  Her eyes never strayed from the innocuous looking control
set, which I'd set next to my plate.  Every now and then my
fingers idly played with it and every time I heard her breath
quicken in fearful anticipation.  

Finally I was finished and I stood up.

"Right, Miss Cross,  I expect you're tired, so let's go to your
bedroom."

She mumbled something, which I ignored, and we were off.  Me and
my tame zombie.

"Get on the bed.  That's right, lay down on your back.  Hold on
to the bedposts.  Good.  Now open your legs.  Wider.  <I touched
the shock button> Wider I said.  That's better.  Now stay like
that."

Quickly I pulled open my ubiquitous bag.  God, I was excited! I'd
kind of enjoyed Rhona and Fiona's little shows.  But this!  This
was the big one.  Okay, hands up, who out there has had a fantasy
about their teacher?  I thought so!  Now you knew how I felt.

I tied her spread-eagled to that bed, just like we did when I
first got introduced to her.  Then I pulled out the rest of my
toys.  Phil had been a brick, he'd supplied me with a whole slew
of interesting goodies, all on sale or return, as he put it. 
They were sure going to make this party go with a bang all right.
And Miss Cross was going to get the bang.

I had this dummy thing, like a blow up doll.  It was made of
thick, soft, latex and you could inflate it and then bend the
arms and legs wherever you wanted.  I was mildly repulsed when I
first saw it but then I warmed to it as its possibilities began
to dawn on me.  Especially when it was dressed in some old
clothes of my dad's.  I particularly loved the old mac.  It was
so sleazy somehow.

When she saw the doll her eyes widened in fear and revulsion. 
Then she blurted.

"What are you going to do?"

"Shut up, Miss Cross."

"Please tell me.  Aaaaaaaaaah! No more no more it huuuuuuurts."

"Shut up, then."  I said as I took my thumb off the button.

I attached the thin long hose to the doll then, unrolling it as I
went, I went into her bathroom.  I detached the spray head from
the shower and screwed the pipe to the fitting on the end of the
hose.  Finally I turned the shower on and watched in satisfaction
as the warm water bulged through the pipe.

I went back into the bedroom and sat on the end of the bed as the
doll started to fill with warm water.

"What are you doing?" she whimpered.

I showed her the remote control, it was enough and she just lay
there, wide eyed as the doll filled.

Once it had started to attain some sort of semi-rigidity I pulled
the 'arms' around her and clipped them together so it was like
the doll was gripping her.  Next I untied her legs and pulled
them behind the doll's back.  Her shoes, another of Phil's little
toys, had a couple of little rings connected to them which
allowed her feet to be clipped together.  So it looked like she
was wrapping her legs around it of her own free will.  Finally I
re-arranged her pillows so that her arms were hidden from view.

It was perfect.  She looked like she was voluntarily fucking the
doll and the look of disgust and revulsion on her face was a
pleasure to behold.

I let the doll fill for a few more moments then went to the
bathroom and turned off the shower taps.

The next little task was to connect the mains power unit and
computer control module, up to her dildo.  It took a bit of doing
as the doll, which was quite heavy by now, kept getting in the
way.  But I persevered and soon she was both tied and wired.

Her computer stood on a small table and I connected the interface
to the printer port.  Finally I inserted the disk I'd prepared
and booted the computer.  And all the while she looked
frantically at me, her eyes full of a thousand unasked questions.

A few mouse-clicks and the odd data entry and we were ready to
rock.  

"Where's your phone?"

"Why?"

I tapped a key and her back arched, despite the weight of the
doll.

"Just because I haven't got my hand-set doesn't mean that I can't
still motivate you.  I asked you a question.  I wanted an answer,
not another question.  So where is it?"

"It's in the lounge." 

I phoned Rhona and told her to get over straight away.  She
muttered something about watching some TV programme or other but
I threatened her with the harshest caning she'd ever had in her
life and she agreed to come.

I went back to the bedroom and booted a CD-ROM this time.  I
loaded the player and hit pause.  Finally the video camera was
set up and connected to the tv in her lounge, then we were ready.

I looked at her as she struggled to breath under the weight of
the doll.

"Uncomfortable?" I asked.

She nodded.

"Good, maybe you won't fail me next time eh?"

Just then the doorbell rang and I went to answer it.  As expected
it was Rhona.  I beckoned her in and told her to wait in the
hall.  I switched on the video recorder and called her into the
bedroom.  

Miss Cross started wailing when she saw Rhona, although I wasn't
completely sure whether it was because another girl had seen her
like this or because she recognised Rhona from 'that' night. 
Either way she didn't seem very happy, which the video recorder
captured beautifully.  

"What's she doing here?" she wailed.


"She's going to tell you a bedtime story," I smirked.

"What sort of story?"

"Come on, Miss Cross, I don't want to ruin the surprise for you,
now do I?"

"What do you mean, I'm going to tell her a story?" said Rhona.

"You're going to tell her the true story of that night.  You
remember the one, the one that paid for your abortion?"

"Wha......" Miss Cross managed before I zapped her.  I put my
finger to my lips.  "Shhhh." 

"I can't do that!" mumbled Rhona.

"'Course you can," I waved breezily.  "Put it this way, you'd
better.  You understand me?"

She nodded.

"Good, get to it." 

I tapped a couple of keys on the computer, nodded at Rhona and
went to sit in the lounge.



Feet up, coke in hand, I watched the video and listened to
Rhona's monologue, as Miss Cross's tools kicked into action.

First of all it was the vibrations, which slowly, ever so slowly,
started to increase in intensity.  And then....


The memories are flooding back.  
I can remember that night oh so well.


"You bitch, you scheming bitch!" screamed the teacher, as Rhona
finished her little tale.

"Tut, tut, Miss Cross.  Hardly the sort of language I'd expect
from a teacher now," I said as I re-entered her bedroom.

"And as for you, you.........Aaaaaaah!" she cried as I touched
the keyboard.

"After the pain, the pleasure," I said as I tapped a sequence of
keys.

I'd forgotten to mention that this was a very special version of
a dildo.  It could shock and it could vibrate, but it could also
pump in and out.  The machine was constructed of two tubes, the
outer one of which could slide over the inner one.  So it could
simulate a real prick sliding in and out and that is exactly what
it was doing now.

"No, no," she moaned.  My poor little teacher.

"Oh yes." I launched the A.V.I. player and the film of her
degradation started its continuous loop in front of her eyes.

After watching for a while, while her lust mounted, I leaned
down.  "Having fun?" I queried.

"Please...ah..ah...let..uhh..me..ah..go."

"'Fraid not, Miss Cross.  Not yet awhile anyway."  I turned to
Rhona and grabbed her arm.  "Let's go, Rho, you've got work to
do."  And then I hustled her out into the lounge.


Rhona sucked my cock for hours as I watched Miss Cross being
fucked rigid, seemingly, by a dummy.  It was one of the best
movies I'd seen all year and it was one that I'd watch over and
over in the years to come.  

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

I'd made Rhona into Fiona's pimp.  It seemed like the easiest
thing to do under the circumstances.  I couldn't be fussed to go
and find Fiona everyday to collect my 'earnings' and Rhona saw
her everyday at school.  So every day, Rhona would hand over a
slim roll of bank notes.

Then I saw it.  The 'it' in question was a megalith mountain
bike.  It was a truly awesome machine, titanium frame, special
alloy wheels, the lot, and I lusted after in far more ways than
I'd ever lusted after any woman at that point, even Rhona.  But
it was expensive and I mean really, really expensive.  But if a
boy's got to have something then he's got to have it.  So I
summoned Rhona to my house.


"I need to raise 3 grand, Rhona."  I told her as we lay, naked on
my bed.

"What for?"  I learned later that curiosity was the natural state
for all women, but for some reason it really teed me off at that
moment.

"Mind you own business," I snapped.  "I just need it that's all."

"How are you going to get it?" She enquired, a little fearfully.

"Can't you get Fiona to work a little harder?"

She shook her head, slowly.  "She's so tired she keeps falling
asleep in class as it is."

I put my hands behind my head and stared at the ceiling.  "You'll
have to help out, then."

"Oh Barrie, no, pleeease!" she whimpered.  "I don't want anyone
else to fuck me, except you."

"Who said anything about fucking?" I enquired.

"What do you mean, then?"

"We'll just resurrect the Rhona Rodger's Special Editions."

"Nooo," she moaned softly.  She knew what that meant.  We had
stopped our little internet 'business' when Fiona started her new
occupation.  Now it was time to set out our stall again.

"Suit yourself.  It's either that or you go with Fiona every
night.  I'm sure Phil could find a few seedy looking guys to fuck
you."

She was quiet for a few minutes then she nodded, twice, eyes
closed.  "Ok,." was all she said.

"Ok what?"

"I'll do it?"

"Don't play your fucking word games with me Rho, what will you
do?"

"I'll do the Rhona Rodgers...er...  stuff."

"Good girl!" I said and reached down and slapped her ass, hard.


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

The night with the dummy had changed Miss Cross, either that or
the fact that she wore my 'machine' all day.  Every day.  She
wasn't exactly the loudest, most outgoing woman I'd ever met
before, but now she was like a little mouse.  

I used to zap her occasionally, or even  buzz her a little, just
to let her know I was there but on the whole I did very little to
her at school.  I was cruising through my tests by now and the
extra income from selected members of my class, from the sale of
test papers, supplemented my income nicely.  So the last thing I
wanted was for her to lose her job.  Anyway I liked my little
slave, she was cute.



I made her sit in her car at break times to recharge her
batteries from a lead that connected to the cigar lighter.  So
she'd always be ready when I was in need of a little
entertainment, or she needed to be reminded of her status.

At night we used to have lots of fun.

At least I did.


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

 "This is no good, Rhona," I said, as I threw the paper back at
her.  "You're hardly making any headway in keeping up with the
orders.  You've got to work harder."

"I can't," she moaned.  "I'm doing it every evening as it is.  My
parents are wondering why I no longer sit with them and watch the
TV in the evening."

"I'm not stopping you."

She flushed bright red.  "I can't do that in front of my
parents."

"Why not? They can't hear it can they?"

"No.  But they would see if I, er, you know,"

"What?"

"Had an, oh, this is so embarrassing, you know, an ..... 
orgasm!"

For some reason the thought of her having the cum of her life, on
the sofa, in front of her bewildered parents made me howl with
laughter.  I laughed and laughed until the tears rolled down my
cheeks.

"Oh Rhona.  I love it.  You're priceless."  Then the giggles
started again.

And all the time she stood there, eyes cast down, fingers locked
together in front of her crotch.

Finally my mirth subsided enough for me to talk normally without
dissolving into gales of laughter.

"Ok, Rho.  I see what you mean.  I tell you what, I'll help you
out."

"In what way?" She asked, her tone hinting at her suspicion.  She
knew that every time I volunteered to help out it usually
involved another step down into her pit of degradation.

"Come round to my house tomorrow morning," I said.

"Why?

"Just do it, Rhona."  End of discussion.



"Lift your skirt.  Better still, take it off."

"Why?"

I sighed.  "You want a caning?"

She shook her head.

"Then take it off."

"What if someone sees?"

"That'll be too bad.  Listen, if you don't do it soon I'll send
you to school without a skirt."

"You can't do that!" she exclaimed.

"Don't test my patience, Rhona.  Just do it."

Once she had shed her skirt I popped in my little friend and then
loaded her up with panties.  They were thin and frothy for the
most part and you could hardly see them under the rubber pants.  

"What's that?"  Wide eyed.

"It's a chastity belt."

"What's it for?"

"Duh!" I slapped my forehead with the palm of my hand.  "To
protect your chastity."

"But I don't need it."

I ignored her as I pulled it into place then snicked the lock. 
She was encased.

She tugged fruitlessly at it for a while then gave up and looked
at me.

"Please take it off, Barrie."

"No way.  That stays on until that little light...." I pointed to
the indicator on the control box.  "...is glowing bright red. 
And I mean bright."

"But I've got to go to school now."

"Clever girl.  You worked that out all on your own did you? Of
course you're going to school and you know what you've got to do
while you're there."

A stray tear slid down her cheek.  "Please, Barrie.  Don't make
me.  Not at school.  Not in front of my friends."

"I don't care when you do it.  You can hide out in the toilets
all day if you want.  But by tonight that light had better be on,
or you won't like the consequences.  I hope you're getting this?"

She stared at the floor and tugged at the belt, hopefully, a
couple of times.

"I said, do you understand?"

"Yes, Barrie."

"Good.  Then put your skirt on and fuck off, or you'll make us
both late."

I followed her to school.  I loved the way that her hips seemed
to swing more under the influence of the dildo.  Coupled with her
plaid skirt and little white socks it gave her a wanton
schoolgirl look.  She was so incredibly sexy that I had to pinch
myself to remind myself that she was mine.  All mine, to do with
what I wanted.

And I loved it.

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

"Hi, kid."  It was Phil.  "You busy this lunchtime?"

"Not especially, why?"

"I just wondered if you could drop by the shop.  I'll buy the
hamburgers."

"Ok, see you at 1," I said.

"I need to ask a favour, kid."

"Okay." I mumbled through a mouthful of Burger King's finest.

"I want to make a fuck film next Friday night and my star has
just packed her bags and fucked off.  Just when I've laid on the
film crew, cameras, studs and all."

"So?"

"Well I wondered if I could use one of your girlfriends?"

"What will they have to do?"

"Just fuck a few guys.  That's all.  Oh yeah,  and there can't be
any condoms.  The punters don't like seeing that sort of thing on
a movie."

"You want her to fuck without condoms?  We never agreed to that."


"There's a couple of grand in it for you."

"I dunno.  What if she gets something?"

"She won't, these guys are clean.  They're professionals, for
fuck's sake.  If they had some disease the word would soon get
around and they'd be unemployable.  Anyway she could douche
afterwards.  So whaddya say, kid?"

I thought about it for a while.  I wasn't sure, but then again it
was only Fiona.

"Ok," I said.  "But two conditions."

"Shoot."

"Number one,  I get to watch you make it."

"That's no problem.  And the other?"

"I get a slice of the action."

"Whaddya mean?"

"I get a percentage of the take.  Nothing greedy, say ten per
cent, in addition to the two grand, of course."

He looked hard at me, in admiration, I think.  "Shit, kid, you
drive a hard bargain.  Okay, it's a deal."  He held out his hand.

After we'd shaken on it he said.  "You wanna come round tomorrow
night.  You might see something interesting."

"Like what?"

"You wanna see what your girl does at night?"

I nodded.

"Well then," he said.



I went looking for Rhona at lunchtime the next day.  It took a
while but eventually I found her on a bench on the far side of
the playing fields.  She was facing towards the woods and was
deep into a book.  As I drew closer I noticed that she was
rocking slightly, backwards and forwards.  This piqued my
curiosity and so, instead of confronting her direct, I skirted
into the wood and settled down, out of sight, to watch what she
was up to.

She sat there for as couple of minutes, seemingly engrossed in
her book and I was starting to get bored.  Then I noticed her
free hand creeping down to the skirt waist.  She glanced,
furtively around, and seeing the coast was clear she manipulated
the dildo control.  Virtually straight away her demeanour changed
and she started to gasp a little, so loud that I could hear it
from 10 yards away.

Her rocking increased as she flipped one leg over the other and
squeezed her thighs together.  Suddenly her posture became
stiffer and she shoved her balled fist into her mouth as her
orgasm struck.  She sat there for, what seemed like ten minutes,
but in reality couldn't have been more than a minute, before she
seemed to collapse in on herself.  Evidently her orgasm had
subsided.

Red-faced and gasping she looked around guiltily.  There was
no-one there, to her relief.  Except for me, of course.

I slow hand clapped as I made my way out towards her.

The hue of her face deepened by about twenty shades as she
realised what I'd witnessed.

I told her that I wanted her to pick me up this evening as we
were going out.

Then, just as I was leaving, I looked at my watch and told her
that she just had time for another quick cum before the end of
the lunch break.  I then stood and waited until she snicked the
control again.

"By the way," I informed her.  "Don't cum so loud, or everyone
will hear you."  I then turned my back on her and walked away
chortling, as she tried, desperately, to suppress her gasping
moans.


"Hi Billy, what you up to?"

"Nothing," he sulked as he kicked the coke can down the street,
hands in pockets.

"Come on.  What's up? I know something's wrong."

"It's Fiona.  She won't let me fuck her.  I threatened to tell
everyone I'd fucked her before, but she just laughed.  I'm horny
and I want to fuck her."

He was whining like a kid that had lost its lolly and I was
beginning to get pissed off with him.

"So what can I do?"

"You got some hold on her, make her do it."

"I'll think about it."

"A good friend you are," he sulked, then kicked the can over a
fence.  "Oh yeah,  and another thing.  What happened to those
sessions behind the pool?  Why'd they stop all of a sudden?"

"Rhona is busy."

"Aw come on, you got them doing something else, haven't you?  And
I'm out of the picture."

"You wanna fuck?"

He nodded eagerly.

"Then what about Miss Cross?"

"I can't do that," he whimpered.

"You done it before and she's the only one left."

"Unless we get another one."

"What do you mean?"

"If we got another girl, like you did with Rhona and Fiona, then
we could fuck her and she could do the biz behind the pool."

My brain spun furiously as I considered the ramifications.  It
was risky, but....

I turned to him.  "It's too risky.  Listen, tell you what, how
about if I tell Fiona to fuck you whenever you want.  How's that
sound?"

"That's great.  I still think we'd be better off with another
girl though."

"Just you mind." I ignored the last part of his sentence.

"What about the business."

"That's too risky as well.  It was only a matter of time before
someone talked or we'd get found out."

"So what do I get?" he sulked again.

"You get to fuck whenever you want.  That ain't bad you know. 
She's a good looking girl, with a great body."

"Yeah,  I 'spose."  Ungrateful bastard.

I had the feeling I was growing too old for Billy.

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

"Where are we going?" asked Rhona as we pulled away from my
house.

"Fiona's place."

"But she'll be gone. You know that."

"Not yet, she won't. She don't leave until 7:30 at the earliest.
We'll make it with ages to spare."

"If you wanted to talk to her you could have just phoned."

"Stop rabbiting will you, Rhona, and concentrate on your
driving."

I could see by the way her knuckles whitened as she grabbed the
wheel that she was annoyed, but her annoyance came in a poor
second to her fear of me.  Fancy that, eh? A grown woman in fear
of a schoolboy over whom she towered. 

"Barrie, can I ask you something?" she muttered after a few
minutes of tense silence.

"Sure, as long as it's not about Fiona."

"It's not. It's about me. Why did you, er, put the extra pairs of
knickers on me tonight? I've already done my quota for today and
I'm ahead of the orders now." 

"You'll see."

"Is that all you're going to tell me?  Please, Barrie, I've got a
right to know."

"And you will know, in good time. Now shut up and concentrate on
your driving."

After a few minutes I turned to her and I could see the tears
glinting in her eyes again so I said. 

"Now what's up?"

"Nothing," she sniffled, wiping away her tears with her hand.

"Tell me, Rhona, or I will become angry."

"It's you. You don't love me."

To be quite honest I was stunned. Love her!  I had no intention
of loving her, ever. Lusted after her, yes I suppose so, once.
But now my lust was subsumed, now that I could have her anytime,
any place and anyhow. Fucking her had become so commonplace it
was almost humdrum. 

"Why'd you say that?"

"Because you treat me like dirt. I try to be good to you. I do
everything you want......."

"Eventually!" I interjected.

"All right, eventually, but I do it, even though it is usually
unpleasant. And in return you just treat me like some sort of
machine. You shove this thing in me and expect me to dampen my
undies whenever you want. You even lock it in with this. <she
tugged at the chastity belt under her skirt>. All I get is abused
and you never tell me anything. I'm just a robot to you."

"You enjoy your orgasms, don't you?"

"Oh, Barrie, that's not the point. I need some affection."

"I asked you if you enjoyed your orgasms?"

She nodded. "I do, but I need more than a robotic coupling to
achieve fulfilment."

"Like what?"

"Talk to me. Tell me what's going on. If you talk to me I might
be able to help."

"I'll think about it. By the way how many times do you cum in a
day?"

"About ten times," she mumbled, face red.

I whistled. "Who's the lucky one then? I bet even Limp Dick
didn't get you off that many times, even on a good day."

Her face creased into a puzzled frown. "Limp Dick?" She muttered.
Then the truth dawned. "Oh, you mean Paul?"

"Limp Dick. His name is Limp Dick and you've earned yourself a
caning." I was furious.

"Oh no! Oh Barrie, please don't. It just slipped out. I didn't
mean to. I'll be good, honest. Please don't cane me. It hurts,"
she blubbed.

"Shut up Rho, or I'll double the number of strokes."

The rest of the journey was carried out in silence, punctuated by
the occasional sob.

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

We arrived just as Fiona was leaving and Rhona had a hell of a
time keeping up with Fiona's little Italian Sports Car, in her
Mini. But she managed it. It was amazing the turn of speed the
threat of a double caning could engender. She drove like Damon
Hill on a good day.

Finally we arrived. It was a dark and dirty part of town, where I
had never been before. It was mainly industrial, with the
occasional greasy spoon cafe and filling station. Fiona tapped on
a steel door and, after a few seconds, was admitted. I waited a
couple of minutes then followed, tote bag in hand, with an
apprehensive Rhona in tow. 

A small hatch opened and an ugly-looking guy peered out.

"Yeah!"  he said, "Whaddya want?"

"I want to come in."

"Fuck off, Kid." 

And was about to slam the hatch when I said. "Phil asked me to
come."

"Wait there," he said then slammed the hatch shut, with a clang.

After a few minutes the door opened and it was Phil. "Sorry about
that, Kid. It's my doorman.  He's a bit sensitive."  He then
laughed, obviously at the thought of that thug having any
sensitivity at all.

After he recovered he saw Rhona. "Ah, you brought another one
along to help the party go with a swing?" He obviously liked the
idea nearly as much as Rhona hated it. Judging by the look on her
face.

"Nah, Phil, she's just an observer." I looked at her. "Unless she
makes a fuss, by not doing as she's told."

Her wide eyes told me she'd got the message.

"Hey come on in, kid, we don't want you to be seen out there. No
offence, kid, but the police are a bit touchy about that sort of
thing."

"No problem." I said as he ushered us in and clanged the door
shut. It was a corridor, dimly lit with red lamps. Looking back I
felt it was all a bit cliched but remember this was my first time
and I kind of liked it. It was neat.

We walked down the corridor until we came to a door, set flush
with the wall. He unpocketed his key and jiggled it in the lock.
Once the door was open he ushered us inside.

The room was long and thin. It was also fairly dark with the only
light coming from a large window, which ran the length of one
wall. Through the window I could see a bedroom. The decor was a
bit shabby but the bed itself looked okay. The only furnishing
was a small cabinet beside the bed and a wash basin on the far
side of the room. There was no-one inside.

"What's this?" I asked.

"This." He waved at the window with the back of his hand. "This
is a two way mirror, you can see into the room but the person in
it can't see out. In fact she doesn't even know that this room is
here."

"Neat!" I said. I slumped onto a chair and beckoned Rhona to the
same, which she did, gingerly, as if the chair contained all the
diseases that God had invented, plus a few that even he hadn't
thought of.

"I'd better leave now, kid. I got work to do. Enjoy the show," he
laughed. "Oh, by the way I'll leave you the key so you won't be
disturbed." 

"Thanks, Phil." Then he was gone. I told Rhona to lock the door
and settled down awaiting the start of the show.

I noticed some sort of control panel in front of me and I leaned
forward. On it there was a knob marked volume and a couple of
switches marked video. I pushed one and a whirring started behind
me. I looked round to see a professional standard video camera on
a tripod.

Neato!

I switched it off and went over to it. I found the eject button
and to my satisfaction there was a tape inside, a long-play one.
The label said. 'Make yourself a memento, kid.'

I pushed it closed just as the door inside the room opened. It
was Fiona. She was completely naked and she was carrying a large
box of condoms. She walked over to the bedside cabinet and put
the box down. She picked up a packet of cigarettes and lit one
up. Finally she looked around the room and curled her nose in
disgust.

I did two things in quick succession. I switched on the video
camera and grabbed Rhona's dildo controller.

It was only a couple of minutes later that the door opened and
this threadbare, middle-aged man came in. Fiona smiled, a sickly
smile, then started on her spiel. I leaned forward and turned the
volume up.

"It will be five pounds for hand relief, ten pounds for a blow
job and twenty for full sex," she intoned boredly.

"Here," he said, and threw the pair of ten pound notes on the
bed. She scooped them up and dropped them into the drawer of her
bedside cabinet. She then stubbed out her cigarette and turned
back to him.

He was pulling off his clothes slowly, too slowly for her. So she
lay back, opened her legs and started stroking her pussy. While
all the time licking her lips and moaning. It had the desired
effect and in no time he was naked. She slipped to the end of the
bed and engulfed him in her mouth.

Her head bobbed for a few moments and I made a mental note to get
her to suck me off at some point. She looked like she was good at
it. She pulled back and magically there was a condom on the guy's
erect dick.  Mentally I couldn't help but applaud her, hard and
sheathed all in one go. And I hadn't even seen her grab the
condom. There was no doubt about it, this girl was designed for
the job.

After that it was plain fucking. In fact it got boring after the
first few. Okay, there was some variety as sometimes she was on
top, others on her back and at other times on her knees, bent
over. But it was still just plain fucking. I tell you one thing
though. She enjoyed it, at least she looked like she did, gasping
and mewling and arching her back. 

Rhona enjoyed it too, for different reasons. I had grabbed the
control and had started playing with her dildo settings. After a
while I got the hang of it and I managed to synchronise her
orgasms with Fiona's. It was like she was there, on that bed,
getting fucked rotten, instead of Fiona. I must admit that it was
more fun than just sitting and watching the fucking. I learned a
lot 
about that control thing that night. And the effect it had on
Rhona. We made a great team, me and our little friend.

We left when the tape ran out. I'd seen enough anyway.

I turned to Rhona as we drove home, her dildo back at rest again
after its long night.

"You loved that didn't you? You really got off on that?"

"What?"

"Watching Fiona fuck."

She shook her head. "No I didn't, it was horrible and degrading."

"Why'd you make her do it then?" I asked mildly, curious as to
what her reaction would be.

"I didn't. You made me."

"Me?" I pointed my finger at my chest. "I made you? You had a
choice if I remember. And you chose her. In fact you suggested
her, I didn't."

"If she hadn't then I would have had to do it."

"So? Why not you? What's so special about you?"

"I don't want to," she sniffed. "Anyway, she enjoys it."

The jut of her chin, nearly made me burst out laughing, but I
managed to suppress it. I got the feeling I'd hit the motherlode
here.

"And you don't?"

"I do." Then she added craftily. "But only with you." She looked
at me as if trying to gauge my reactions. I stayed impassive.

"What about our little friend? He gets you off too. I saw you at
lunchtime, remember."

I was sure she was blushing although I couldn't see properly by
the light of the street lamps.

"What about him, Rhona? He gets you off too, doesn't he? You told
me he makes you cum about ten times a day. You did, didn't you?"

"Yes," she mumbled.

"What?"

"Yes!"

"It turns you on, buzzing inside, with the little rubber thing
rubbing your clit like that, teasing it."

"Yes it does!" She virtually shouted.

"You got off tonight again didn't you?"

She nodded.

"Didn't you?"

"YES! I got off. I orgasmed. Now can we change the subject?"

"So you did get off after all and you just told me you hadn't.
You lied to me Rhona. I don't like liars, you remember what
happened last time?"

"Yes."

"Well this is going to be worse. Much worse, do you understand?
You are going to be joining Fiona, but I'm going to get Phil to
give you all the real bums and no hopers. These won't be the guys
cheating on their wives, Rhona. These guys won't have wives,
because no girl would have 'em. You're not going to like doing
that, Rhona. I'm thinking of making you turn the car round and
starting you at it right now. Unless......." I let the sentence
hang.

"Unless what?" Desperately.

"You do something for me."

"What? I'll do anything."

"You get me another girl to take your place."

"What? I can't do that."

"You or her, whoever she is. Your choice, but I tell you one
thing, she'd be getting a far easier time than you would. You
would get fucked more times in a week then most girls manage to
cram into a lifetime Rho. And with all the shit heads in town.
Hey, wanna laugh, Rhona, your dad has probably picked these guys
up at one time or another. Now they'll be fucking his daughter.
We'd probably get more for you if Phil told all the customers
exactly who you were. Oh yeah, he could give them the URL of your
website!

"Oh, please don't make me do it." She was blubbing openly now,
her mouth wide and turned down, her nose oozing snot.

"You going to find someone else or do I take you back there?"

"What about that teacher?" she enquired.

"Not her. I've got other plans for her."

Incredibly she turned to me and stated. "You're fucking her,
aren't you?"

"What the fuck has it got to do with you?" I was becoming really
annoyed now.

"I'm your girlfriend." She persisted, stubbornly.

"If you don't answer my question you'll be a whore within the
hour."

She tilted her chin defiantly. "I'll find you another girl.
Because you are my boyfriend, not because of you threatening to
do that."

"So you'd do it too then?"

"I didn't mean that and you know it, Barrie."

"Good. You just get her and put her to work, okay? I've got
another copy of my little friend and another pair of rubber
panties. Oh yeah and a chastity belt too. And I bet she can
supply the knickers and the more than candid photographs huh?
Then, when you think she's ready, tell me and I'll arrange things
with Phil. Fiona can take her there if she hasn't got a car. One
last thing, under no circumstances do you tell me who she is. Not
until I ask okay?"

She nodded.

"Right, I expect to see an increase in my takings in, let's say,
three weeks, okay?"

"That's not long enough."

"It's plenty long enough, just remember what happens if you don't
get her."

"Can Fiona help?"

"Yeah, I don't see why not. Tell her that if she doesn't then she
gets to do the extra, that'll motivate her. Ok?"

"Yes."

"Oh, and one last thing. We got another little matter to attend
to at some point."

"What's that?"

"A caning, if you recall, that you are owed for talking about
Limp Dick on the way here, this evening. You were hoping I'd
forgotten, weren't you?"

She nodded, suddenly afraid.

"I'm going to save it for now. But its only temporary, so you had
better be on your best behaviour from now on. You understand?"

"Yes," she said, in a small voice.

"Good. You've got three weeks, you just remember that." I then
closed my eyes.


It had been a long day.

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

"When are you going to remove this..thing?" asked Suzie after
giving me an exemplary blow job.

"What about right now?" I asked.

"Now?"

"Yes, why not? I think you've learned your lesson, don't you?"

I had the distinct impression that she was expecting some sort of
stand up row over it and I'd rather knocked her sideways by
appearing to capitulate so easily. I just loved to keep them off
balance, by doing what they least expected.

"Come here." I beckoned and when she was close enough I unlocked
the padlock and pulled out the dildo. As ever she winced slightly
as it withdrew. I unscrewed the dildo from its base and then
closed the chastity belt again.

"Aren't you going to take this away too?" she said, as she tugged
on the belt.

"Don't push your luck, Miss Cross, I could easily put it back in
again. Just be thankful for small mercies." Another phrase of my
dad's.

She sighed and said nothing.

"Where's your panty drawer?" I asked.

"Why?"

"I didn't ask for a full scale question and answer session. So
just tell me, will you."

"Top drawer of the chest of drawers, over there," she pointed.

I pulled open the drawer and found it full to overflowing with
knickers, a veritable gold mine in the business I was in.

Her face grew longer and longer as I outlined my plans to her.

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

There are few pleasures in life that can equal that of watching
one of your own personal sex slaves being fucked rotten, purely
in the interests of your bank account.

And so it was with Fiona.

I will be the first to admit that I took very little notice of
her. She was just 'there' if you know what I mean. She fucked,
she made money, she did everything that she was told to do and
she never, ever, gave me any trouble.  Especially now that Rhona
was in charge of her.

I hadn't got round to getting her to blow me off. It wasn't that
I wasn't keen, it was just that I was receiving such a good
service from Suzie and Rhona that I never had the sexual energy
left to let her do it to me. The other thing was that I hardly
ever saw her. She was so busy with her, to put it delicately,
'tasks' that we never came into contact with each other.

I had to admit that she was a very, very attractive girl. I made
this observation whilst slouching in the canvas Director's chair
on the film set that she was set to make her epic on. She was,
naturally, a little bashful about the enterprise. Particularly in
view of the large number of people that film making seemed to
require. They milled around, setting up equipment and lights,
ignoring her sitting in a simple bathrobe, biting her lip and
looking nervous.

Of the studs that were to co-act with her in the film there was
no sign, but Phil had assured me that they all had one
outstanding feature in common, and that it wasn't their
appreciation, and in-depth knowledge, of renaissance art.
 
Finally everything was ready and Phil went over to her. I
couldn't hear the conversation but I did see the slight shake of
her head. Phil looked a little put out and started gesticulating,
so I despatched Rhona over to quell this rebelliousness.

Sure enough her golden touch and honeyed words seemed to do the
trick and Fiona slipped out of her robe. Phil pointed to the,
rather meaningless, script and she nodded. Evidently she had
learned her lines. Then the director, a huge, sweating, fat man
with a purple lined nose, and a huge, incongruous, floppy hat,
called for silence on the set.

The studs then made their appearance and I couldn't help but
notice their rather outstanding attributes.

"Camera.  Action."

"Tammy's House Party,  take one, " shouted the clapper board man
and we were away, cameras rolling.

The script called for her to start masturbating at which point
she is seen by a window cleaner. She invites him in, in every
sense of the word. Then the TV repairman, the plumber, the
postman and even a passing clergyman. Although I did feel the
latter was in somewhat dubious taste. But, I suppose, it was no
worse than the rest of the film.

Personally I found it pretty boring. But I was interested to see
that one of them stuck his penis into her arse during the finale,
when she got to do all of them at once. Finally it was over.

"It's a wrap!" shouted the director and again the technicians
moved in to unravel their wires and pack up their lighting.

Fiona was hustled away to the shower, looking stunned.

Phil came over. "Nice one, kid. At one point I didn't think she
was going to do it."

I shook my head. "No, she's okay, just a little shy in front of a
camera, that's all. It is her first time, you know."

"Kid, I wish I knew what sort of hold you had over these girls. I
could make a fortune."

"I thought you were making a fortune already, with my help. So
why knock it?"

He looked hard at me for a second, then laughed. "Sure enough,
kid. By the way you got any more that you need to dispose of? I'm
sure I can help to keep them amused."

"I might have. Just wait awhile okay?"

"What about that one?" He pointed at Rhona who, realising that
no-one was taking the slightest notice of her, was communing with
our little friend.

"Nah! She's got other things to do."

"I can see that." He laughed as the orgasm rippled through her.
"You change your mind you know where to find me."

"Yes I do......... when I change my mind!"

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

"Have you got one?" I enquired, when I caught it up with Rhona
during one of her lunchtime 'orgasm' sessions.

"Yes," she nodded.

"So when do I start to see some money?"

"It will take about a week or so."

"Just make sure it ain't too long."

"Barrie, can I ask you something?"

I shrugged. "Yeah okay."

"Can I rent an office or something?"

"Why?"

"Because my dad is starting to get suspicious of all the foreign
letters and stuff and the packages are cluttering up my bedroom.
I'm also afraid my mum will find them." 

"How much will it cost?"

"I found a place that will cost about 50 quid per week."

I thought about it for a while. "Okay. Just load a few more
knickers onto our latest recruit to pay for it ,okay?  Unless of
course you want to pay for it."

The vehement shaking of her head signalled that the latest member
of our work-force will be feeling the brunt of the increased
overhead costs.

"Actually there is one thing you could do to increase demand." I
said. "I got the idea from a website I saw."

"What's that?" she enquired.

So I told her.

Reluctantly she agreed.

A week later we had an office and a new website.

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

"It wasn't my fault," she sulked.

"Of course it was your fault. You had the money, no-one else
did."

"I know but my dad found it and I had to make up a story quickly
and that's the best I could do."

I was fuming. Rhona's dad had found the nightly takings in her
bag and, on the spur of the moment, she told him some cock and
bull story about her withdrawing it from her bank account to buy
a dress. To cut a long story short, he made her put it into her
bank account and demanded to see the paying in slip. Followed by
a lecture on keeping cash at home, it wasn't safe, lots of
burglars around etc. etc. He should know of course, but I think
it would be a pretty stupid burglar that turned over his house.

"What was he doing looking in your bag anyway?"

"He was looking for my car keys.  He needed to move my car."

"Anyway, what's the problem? Just take it out again."

"I can't. The bank manager is a friend of my dad's and he'll tell
him."

"Fucking great! So I'm out of pocket through your stupidity."

She looked at the ground and whined. "I'm sorry, Barrie."

"Sorry isn't good enough. How are you proposing to pay it back?"

"I don't know."

"Well I do! I've a good mind to send you with Fiona tonight."

"Oh no, please, Barrie. Can't we do something else?"

"Like what?"

"I could get another girl and the one we've got is almost ready
to go with Fiona now anyway."

"Will she be ready by Friday?"

Rhona nodded. 

"Do it!" I said. "By the way is Miss Cross fulfilling her quota?"

"Yes, but she's not happy."

I shrugged. "So what? Is she creating problems for you?"

"No. I'm just saying, that's all."

"I don't want to know then. You just talk to me if she gets out
of line, okay?"

"Yes, Barrie."

"Come here, Rhona. I feel like a quick fuck before I go to
sleep."

She seemed surprisingly eager, something I'd been noticing about
her over the last few weeks. Now there was no reluctance at all
to leap in the sack with me, even without a condom. In fact she
seemed to really enjoy our sessions these days.

There was something else I noticed while I was porking it and I
brought it up afterwards.

"You ain't as tight as you were, Rhona."

She blushed scarlet and mumbled something inaudible.

"What you say?"

She took a deep breath. "It's because of the dildo."

"What about it?" I was genuinely curious.

"Its loosening my muscles as it spends so long inside me."

"Are you trying to wriggle out of your duties?"

"No, I'm just telling you." She paused for a full minute then
continued. "There is a solution though."

"Oh yes and what's that?"

"Well I don't ... er ... need the dildo bit inside me to get off,
just the buzzer thing on my clit and the lips of my vagina.
Couldn't you modify it so I haven't got to have it inside me all
day? Then I'd ... er ... tighten up again."

I thought about it for a while. "I might be able to. But only for
you mind, I don't want to let the others off that easily."

To my surprise she said. "I agree. It helps with their training."

My little Rhona was turning into a right little bitch.

And I loved it to pieces.

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

Rhona informed me that she had procured not one, but two, little
helpers and that they were both fully productive members of our
little team.

We were sitting in the office and she was filling the fridge with
Coke for me, while I munched my way through one of my inevitable
hamburgers.

"Good." I spluttered.

The other member of the team was now earning nicely, on her back
under Phil's control.

"Nice one, kid." He had told me after her first night in
'service'.

Rhona went on to explain to me the deals she'd cut. Doing stuff
like bulk buying knickers and spare batteries. Frankly it left me
cold. The money didn't though and I was very impressed with the
amount that was pouring in.

"Can I ask a favour of you?" 
 
"Yeah, what?" I said as I threw the McDonalds box towards the
bin, missing it completely.

"You know the modifications you made to the dildos?" She said as
she stooped and popped the wrapper in the bin for me.

"Yeah."

"Could you make some more?"

"How many?"

"A few hundred maybe, " she mused.

"A few hundred! You gonna enrol your whole damned school?"

"No. Its just that I think that there is a market for them."

"Who the hell would want to buy them?"

"Women. They work ever so well, Barrie. They're nearly silent and
they rub and buzz in all the right spots. Most of these things
seem to be designed by men who know nothing about the female
anatomy. But these, they're different and I'm sure we could get a
lot of money for them."

I must admit I found the idea intriguing, but not as much as the
revelation that Rhona was taking the initiative in helping my
income grow.

"Where will you sell them?"

"On a website. Not the same one. This one will be for women
mainly."

"Yeah, okay.  I'll make a few and see how it goes."

"Thanks, Barrie."

I nearly said "My pleasure."  This was getting weird. I thought
about it all for a while then mentally shrugged. If she wants to
get me rich then let her.

Suddenly I felt very generous towards her.

"Come here, Rhona." I said, huskily.

She moaned as I withdrew the buzzer from her clit and she sighed
heavily when I touched her down there. My demure little
schoolgirl had turned into a sex-starved slut.

She was right. Removing the dildo had tightened her up and she
seemed to put her very soul into our sex.
 
Afterwards I removed the buzzer from her for good. But I still
left the chastity belt on. After all she was mine and I didn't
want her sharing her new-found lust with anyone else.

Anyway after her having so much sexual stimulation I wanted to
see how she coped with none.

I just love research. Don't you?

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

Right! So far so good. This bit is not quite as long as Rhona 1
(That was 24,000 words and this is only 17,000) but I had so many
emails asking me to post it that I thought I'd split it off and
post it anyway. Rhona 3 is now in production (I couldn't just
leave it here now could I?).  I'd like your feedback and
suggestions, you know the address: 
theodore@spoonbender.demon.co.uk.





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