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Rhona part 3 (nc, blackmail, humil, femdom) 

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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, forced 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 than 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.

This is the penultimate part of the story.  I suggest you read the
previous parts first or it probably won't make sense.  Thanks for all
the feedback and suggestions on this one. Especially you, Stroker Ace.

Many thanks to Dainie for the editing.

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

Life is full of surprises, you know.  

I thought that by having my own troupe of reluctant sex slaves, I was
immune to any little shocks that might happen to 'normal' people.
But, then again, I've always been lucky in life.

This particular little surprise came when I was sitting in class one
day.  It was a warm spring day and we had the windows open.  Mr
Hooper, the history teacher, was droning on about the War of the Roses
or something like that, and I was as bored as a tree.  I was sitting
next to Ellen Ledbury.  I really liked her and I had tried,
unsuccessfully to chat her up a few weeks back.  I should imagine that
this sounds odd to you, that I wasn't having any success with girls
using normal methods.  Looking back I don't even know why I bothered,
it was hardly that I was short of sexual encounters.  It just seemed
natural somehow.

Ellen was nearly two years older than me, which probably accounted for
her not wanting to go out with a schoolkid.  I was, by now, 14 and she
had just had her sixteenth birthday.  She had only recently joined the
school.  Her father had built his own boat and the family had taken
off on a round the world cruise.  Two years on and the boat foundered
on the Great Barrier Reef and she found herself back here.  It was
decided to put her in a lower class hoping she'd catch up with her
schooling.  It would have taken a genius to claw back two lost years
of schooling in less than one and, sadly, Ellen was no genius.  So she
ended up languishing with us.

She was a pretty girl with blond, fluffy, hair and a gorgeous figure.
She had really nice, tanned legs which were showed off a treat by her
tight blue skirt and white socks.  I must admit though, that the
reason that I sat next to her in Hooper's class was not because of her
looks but because she was good at history and I wanted her to help me.

On this particular day I was lounging back, desperate for the lesson
to end so I could have a kick about with the lads.  I leaned back too
far and the chair threatened to tip me backwards.  Instinctively I
grabbed for her chair but succeeded in grabbing her jacket instead.
As I hauled myself forward I was amazed to see the unmistakable sight
of a dildo controller tucked into the waistband of her skirt.  She
quickly covered it with her jacket, blushing furiously.  But she knew
the damage was done.

"What's that?" I whispered.

"None of your business," she hissed.

"What are you two talking about? Yes! I mean you, Barrie and Ellen.
What's so important that you feel it must take precedence over my
lesson? Hmm? Hmm?" Intoned the boring old fart.

"Nothing," we chorused.

"Well pay attention.  One more peep out of either of you and it's
detention for you both.  Do you understand?"

"Yes sir."

The rest of the lesson was spent with my mind working furiously over
the implications of what I'd just found out.

This was getting better and better.

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

Rhona was getting testier by the day.  Gone was the girl with the
sunny disposition and the ready smile and in her place was a harridan
who snapped at anyone who came within range.  It may have been the
fact that she was rebelling against the life I had introduced her to,
but my opinion was that she was missing her sex.

I had taken away her 'stimulator' and had locked her into a chastity
belt.  Furthermore it was a chastity belt that afforded her no
opportunity of relieving her sexual frustrations.  After all her
previous overabundance of sexual stimuli she was probably as horny as
a toad now I had cut all sexual contact off for her.  Her whole life
now, I surmised, revolved round her unfulfilled sexual cravings.

How did I know?

Easy, really.  All I had to do was to hint at the possibility of
screwing her and she was suddenly purring like a kitten.  It was a
time of marvellous revelation to me.  I had learned, at a very early
age, that I could turn a woman's body against herself, to my benefit.
I treated it a bit like a biological experiment.  Looking back, there
was probably a doctoral thesis in there somewhere.  At the time I just
thought it was cool.

The best part was that I could, by turning on and off the sex tap,
make her do whatever I wanted.  It was all very heady stuff and I
wallowed in it.  So getting her to take part in my little experiment
with Ellen was a breeze.

"Is Ellen Ledbury your latest recruit?" I asked casually as we lay on
my bed, her head resting on my chest as she fiddled absent-mindedly
with my prick, as if hoping to coax it back into life again.

"No.  She's been around for a couple of weeks now," she turned her
head to stare at me.  I could see the tinge of fear in her eyes as she
blurted.  "I didn't tell you about her."

"True," I confirmed.  "I just found out."

The relief was evident in her voice.  "How?"

"It doesn't matter, Rho.  I just did, that's all.  Now I want to have
a bit of fun with her.  So I want you to do exactly what I say.  Got
that?"

She nodded.

I lay back, my hands behind my head as I stared at the ceiling and
fantasized over the fun I was going to have.  The combination of my
impassioned thoughts and the heat of Rhona's hand began to work their
magic on my flaccid member and I soon rose to full erectness.

Rhona waited with bated breath for my command.  Was I going to fuck
her or would she 'merely' have to blow me off?

I pulled her head up and murmured,  "Get on."

With an alacrity that surprised me she leapt off the bed and squatted
over my erection.  Her groan of ecstasy told the whole story as she
lowered herself onto me.

I thought she deserved a bit of recompense for the hard work she was
doing.

'It was the least I could do,' I thought as she started to hump me
furiously.

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

Ellen had a wild, hunted look in her eyes as she pleaded with me.

"Leave me alone, please, Barrie.  Stop following me, will you?"

"I don't know if I should.  You don't look very well," I replied in my
very best concerned social worker voice.

"I'm fine.  Really I am."

"So where are you going?" I persisted.

"For a walk, that's all," she mumbled.

"Fine.  I'll go with you then."

"Look, there's no need.  I just want to be alone for a while."

I shook my head.  "Maybe I should get one of the girls to go with you
if you won't let me help you."

"No, it's okay.  I'm fine, I just need to go for a walk, that's all."

We were on the edge of the playing fields and every now and then she
gazed wistfully across at the woods where she was to go and perform
the little task that would keep her mistress happy.  It's just that I
was stopping her and the break time was sliding away rapidly.  She
took a deep breath.

"Look," she said.  "If you don't leave me alone I'll tell one of the
teachers that you are harassing me."

I struggled to keep the anger off my face, and out of my voice, as I
replied.  "That's not very nice, Ellen.  I was only concerned, that's
all."

I could see the indecision on her face.  Deep down she was a nice girl
and she didn't want to hurt me, especially as I appeared to be
concerned about her welfare.  But, on the other hand, she had a job to
do and time was slipping away.  The bell summoning us back to class
caused her to groan audibly.

I worked hard to stifle my grin as she trudged back to her classes,
her mission unfulfilled.

Lunch time came and she tried a new tack.  Now she scooted off to the
ladies' toilet, but I was ready for that one.  I had spread the word
that she was unhappy and might be attempting to try something silly.
I mean attempted suicide amongst teenage girls is not uncommon now is
it? So a procession of concerned girls traipsed through the toilets
eventually flushing her out into the open.  If you excuse the pun.

Into the arms of Miss Cross.

Briefed by me and unhappy in her enforced role Miss Cross took Ellen
aside and expressed her concern about her falling grades.  She then
ventured that they should discuss them in one of the empty classrooms.
Her arm draped over Ellen's dazed shoulders, they secreted themselves
away for the duration of the lunchtime period.

I was again at her side during the short afternoon break, so again she
couldn't get away.  My plan was working perfectly.

I watched her slinking away after school.  I knew exactly where she
was going and I hurried to be there first.  I arrived at the factory
breathless with excitement to find Rhona working on some papers at her
desk.

"Is everything ready?" I puffed.

Rhona nodded.  I proceeded to lock myself into a back room with my Big
Mac meal and switched on the remote cameras.  They cleared and
stabilised as Ellen entered the factory.

Rhona stood up as she entered.  "You finished?" she asked brusquely.

Fingers twisting at the level of her crotch and with one foot hooked
around her other leg, Ellen mumbled a reply.

"What did you say?" persisted Rhona.

Blushing furiously Ellen stared at the floor and said.  "No, I'm
sorry.  I didn't have time."

Rhona covered the ground between them in two long strides and slapped
the girl's face.

"What do you mean, you didn't have time?  You had all day and you knew
how urgent this order is."

Fighting back the tears Ellen just kept saying, "I'm sorry."

"Hmph!" snorted Rhona.  "I'll teach you to disobey me."

"You're not going to tell anyone about.....that?" blurted Ellen in
panic.

"It depends on you.  Are you prepared to do as I say?"

Ellen nodded furiously.

"Right," said Rhona.  "There is a storeroom over there.  You will go
in there and do what you have to do and you'd better not come out
until that light is so bright it is blinding.  Do you understand me?"

A quick nod.

"And don't take all night about it.  I've got better things to do than
to chase around after you.  Okay?"

A tearful "Yes."

"Good!  Get on with it then," said Rhona dismissively as she sat down
at her desk and started up on her paperwork again.

After a brief hesitation the miserable girl slunk into the storeroom.
It was small and bare and contained only a single, hard-backed wooden
chair.  She perched herself on the edge of the chair and looked around
the room.  At one point she looked straight at my concealed camera,
but obviously didn't see it as the harsh light was in her eyes.  She
wiped her eyes on the cuff of her blouse and opened her legs slightly
before taking out the control from the waistband of her skirt.

She took a deep breath and snicked the control on.  After a few
minutes, that seemed like hours to me, her eyes closed and her
breathing started to speed up.  Soft moans were escaping from her as
her hand delved inside her blouse to imprison one of her breasts while
the other fiddled with the dildo control.  Her legs parted further and
her moans became groans of passion as her body started to heat up.
Just then Rhona came in.

"How's she doing?" she ventured.

"Good," I said, as I waved at the screen.

Rhona plumped down next to me and watched the girl for a few moments.
I could tell she wanted to say something and was steeling herself to
break into my reverie.  Finally she cracked.

"Barrie?"

"What?" I snapped.

"Er...nothing."

"Come on, Rho, what is it?" I persisted in an exasperated tone.

"I was...er...wondering if you....er...we could...you know...," she
tailed off lamely.

"What?"

She took a deep breath before replying.

"Could we, er, do it?"

"Rho, you're talking in fucking riddles.  What the fuck do you want?"

"Will you fuck me, please, Barrie?" she pleaded.

"I might," I shrugged.  "Then again, I might not.  It depends on how
you behave."

Rhona pouted prettily and turned back to the screen.

By now Ellen's moaning and squirming was increasing in intensity as
she raced towards her orgasm.  Suddenly her back stiffened, her head
went back and her hands dived between her legs, which were then
squeezed tightly together.

"Ah.  Ah.  Aaaaaah!" she cried as her feet stamped the floor.

The tableau froze for long seconds with her flawless body taut in
orgasm.  Her breathing seemed to stop as the climax hit her full on.
I was amazed how long she soared before her body unwound like a broken
clock spring and she slumped back onto the hard seat of the chair.

After a few seconds her eyes opened and she looked down at the
control.  The light stayed resolutely unlit and she whimpered in
frustration before again snicking up through its settings.

It took nearly an hour before the light came on.  I hustled Rhona out
so she was there to meet the exhausted girl.

Ellen's whole body, at least those bits that I could see, was covered
in a fine sheen of sweat and her breathing was ragged and hoarse.  Her
eyes were diamond bright and glinting, either with lust or unshed
tears - it was hard to tell which exactly.  Her face was pinkly
flushed as she struggled out of the chair and made her way,
unsteadily, towards the door.

Rhona swivelled in her chair when she came out.

"You finished?"

Ellen sucked in a deep breath and nodded.

"Show me," said Rhona as she held out her hand.

Ellen walked unsteadily towards her and proffered the control with its
brightly lit lamp once she got close enough.

"Good," said Rhona curtly.  She pulled Ellen towards her and spun her
around.  She then reached under her skirt and unlocked the chastity
belt which she withdrew and dropped on the desk.  She then patted
Ellen on her butt and said.  "You know what to do."

Ellen walked over and stood on a cross that was discretely marked on
the floor.  She reached around her back and twisted her skirt around
until the clasp was within easy reach.  She then unzipped it and it
dropped to the ground.  She stepped one foot out of it and hooked the
toes of the other foot under it and used her leg to raise it up so she
could grab it.  She then dropped it onto an adjacent desk.

She then peeled off the rubber panties followed, to my surprise, by
about a dozen pairs of thin panties which she placed carefully onto
the table.  Once all the panties were gone she slid the dildo from
inside herself, wincing slightly as it slid out.  She then put a
single pair of panties back on.   Finally she stood, her top half clad
in school uniform complete with tie but with only a single pair of
panties protecting her modesty below her waist.  She stood, cheeks
bright in mortification as Rhona set up her Polaroid camera.

"Okay, get on with it," said Rhona once the camera was set up.

It seemed that Rhona had refined the concept I had originally thought
of until it was both slick and erotic.  Ellen had to pretend to
masturbate herself through the panties as Rhona captured it on camera.
All the time Rhona was calling out for her to change her posture,
smile, close her eyes, clutch her breast, that sort of thing.

Finally, after about five shots, Rhona made her peel them off and
stand with them pulled down her thighs slightly so her pussy was in
view.  Rhona's shot caught both panties and sopping wet cunt in close
up.  Rhona handed over the six photographs which Ellen dropped into a
bag with the panties and a pre-printed letter, which Ellen signed.
The show was then repeated with each pair of panties.

Eventually it was all over and the thoroughly humiliated girl stood,
head bowed, her chest heaving with quiet sobs, while Rhona stashed the
packages into a lidded storage bin.  She then picked up a leather belt
that was laid across her desk.  She folded it in two and slapped it
lightly across the palm of her hand before snapping:

"Bend over that table.  I'm going to show you how I punish girls who
disobey me."

Ellen looked at the belt in horror and fresh tears welled up in her
eyes.  "Oh no, please don't hit me," she wailed.

Rhona's voice took on a harsher tone.  "Get bent over or I'll double
the number.  Do you want that?"

"Oh please," whimpered the girl as she lay herself gingerly across the
surface of the desk, presenting her beautifully formed and gloriously
naked rump to a scowling Rhona.

"Open your legs and grab the table," snarled Rhona, the new, harsh
Rhona who I hardly recognised.  "Now you just stay there until I've
finished.  If you move I'm going to thrash you until you won't be able
to sit for a week.  Understand?"

The girl sobbed an unrecognisable reply.  Rhona snapped the belt
across her bottom with a meaty crack.

"I said, do you understand?"

"Yes... ow... ow.. oow.. please, I'll do what you want.  You don't
have to beat me."

The crack of the belt across the epicentre of her downy cheeks cut off
her reply.

"I didn't say you could talk so shut up," said Rhona.

The thrashing itself was one of the most erotic scenes I had ever
witnessed.  Rhona had dressed herself in a rather severe outfit and
her long hair was tied tightly into a bun, giving her a prim school
ma'amish look, which I then realised was her intention.  This was
cinematic history.  My little peach was recording this for posterity.
She never ceased to amaze me, killing two birds with one stone like
this.

The crack of the belt, the screams and frantic wrigglings of the girl,
the relentless march of the quickly purpling stripes across her naked
backside and the cold, calculating frown of displeasure on Rhona's
face all added up to a spanking man's dream.  I wasn't that fussed
about corporal punishment before that day, considering it to be a
means to an end, not an end in itself.  Now I could see it was
eroticism of the highest order especially with another girl wielding
the strap.

Finally it was over and we were all panting.  For different reasons.
Rhona told the openly howling girl to get up and she uncurled herself
from the table and clutched her burning asscheeks.

"Go and shower," said Rhona.  "You know where it is.  You'd better
empty yourself too while you're at it."

The girl was gone for nearly half an hour and eventually padded back
into the room, damply naked.

Rhona walked over to her desk and extracted another dozen pairs of
panties and a fresh set of batteries which she dropped onto the table
next to the girl.

"Put these on."

"Oh no!" whined the girl.

"Do you want me to repeat the exercise?" enquired Rhona.

The girl feverishly shook her head and proceeded to push the dildo
inside herself, choking sobs shaking her whole body as it slid home.
Holding it with one hand she loaded herself with the knickers.
Finally she stood, eyes staring ahead stoically as Rhona locked the
belt in place over the rubber panties.

"Right," said Rhona.  "Meet me here at 8:30 tomorrow morning and that
light had better be on.  Do you get my meaning?"

The girl nodded.

"Good.  Get dressed and go then.  Just don't forget, that's all."

Ellen hurriedly dressed and scooted out into the gathering gloom.  I
gave her five minutes before I left the room and walked up to Rhona as
she was putting her equipment away.

"Nice one, Rho."

"You mean I did okay?" Hopefully.

"You sure did," I smiled, as I unsnicked her chastity belt and, on
cue, she started moaning in lust.

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

I changed my plan slightly the next day.  I let Ellen slip away into
the woods and then quietly followed her.

I found her perched on a log, her face a mask of concentration as the
vibrator ground away inside her.  I hid behind a bush until I judged
that she was reaching out for her climax, I then stepped into the
clearing and said, in a loud voice,

"Oh my God, Ellen, are you okay?"

Her eyelids fluttered open in panic as my presence registered on her
overloaded brain.  She reached for the control but I was there first.
I grabbed it and pulled it out to the fullest extent of its wire.

"What's this?" I enquired.

"Oh please don't, Barrie.  Let me have it back, pleeeease," she moaned
as she slid inexorably down into the whirlwind of her climax.

She made one desperate effort to grab it from my hand, but I snicked
the control up to the maximum.

"Noooooo," she howled as the orgasm burst upon her.

Did you ever have one of those battery powered cars when you were a
kid?  You know the ones with the wire and control set that enabled you
to manipulate the steering and speed?  You did? Good.  Then you'll
know exactly how I felt standing there with the control in my hand.
The control which gave me absolute jurisdiction over this beautiful
schoolgirl.

You cannot, for one minute, imagine the unprecedented power that
surged through me at that moment as she continued to writhe in lust.
Judging it nicely so she was at the very peak I switched the unit off
leaving her poised on the abyss but unable to proceed.  She humped her
hips hopelessly and pushed her hands deep between her legs but it was
no good, I'd denied her her release.

I waited until she regained some semblance of composure before
speaking.

"What's this about, Ellen?" I enquired.

She mumbled something.

I turned the control up full for a second then off again and was
rewarded with a series of gasping whimpers.

"Wow, Ellen.  What is this, some sort of electric shock or what?"

I thought I could hear the cogs whirring frantically in her brain as
she tried to think up some excuse, or reasoning to explain her
predicament.

"Come on, Ellen, tell me," I said as I fiddled with the control some
more.

"Please stop, Barrie.  Please give it back and I'll tell you."

"You sure?" I queried trying to put as much uncertainty  into my voice
as I could.

She nodded.

I pretended to be unconvinced.  "Naw, you tell me first.  Then I'll
give it back.  Hey, it's not something sexual is it?"

She blushed furiously but said nothing.

"It is, isn't it!" I said triumphantly.

She bit her lip and stared at the floor, face a mask of bright pink.

"Come on, Ellen," I snicked up the control and she moaned.

"Please stop, Barrie."

"Cool!  You wait 'til I tell the guys about this." 

"Oh no.  Please, Barrie, don't tell anyone."

"Why not?  This is great, this is."

"Please, I'll give you anything, anything you want."

Ah!  Music to my ears.  She would anyway, all I had to do was to get
Rhona to order her, but this way was more fun.

"Anything?" I croaked.

She nodded.

There she sat, pretty as a picture, hands clasped around her knees and
staring at the ground while I held her control in my hand.  It was all
very heady stuff.

"I wanna fuck you," I announced at length.

"I can't," she countered.

"You said anything I wanted and I want a fuck."

"It's, er, my time of the month," blushing furiously.

Neatly played, I thought to myself.  "So what are you offering if I
can't fuck you?"

"I could give you money."

"What the fuck do I want money for?  I've got plenty." Which was true,
some of which came from her little endeavours.  Boy, this was fun.

"So what else do you want?"

"I wanna get my rocks off, Ellen, and it had better be soon or I'll go
public with this," I waved the control in front of her face to
emphasise the point.

She stared at me, her eyes brimming with unshed tears.  "I can't.  I
told you, it's my time of the month."

"Suck me, then."

She recoiled at that.  Obviously that wasn't yet part of her sexual
lexicon.

"Either you suck me or......" I let the sentence hang heavy on the
air.

"Can't I.... er.... use my hand or something?"

Now it was my turn to shake my head.  "Suck me or face the
consequences," I stated simply.

I could see by the look on her face that her mind was whirring
furiously.  Finally her shoulders slumped in defeat.  She looked up at
me and said.

"If I do you won't tell anyone about this?"

I shook my head.  "Nope.  I can keep a secret.   ...Does that mean you
are going to do it?"

She looked at me for a long moment, then closed her eyes and I saw a
shudder pass through her body.

"Yes or no?"

A faint nod.  "I'll do it.  But please don't tell anyone else."

"Seems a fair exchange."

I pushed my crotch towards her face.  She stared at it for long
seconds, but did nothing.

"Get on with it, Ellen, or I'll get mad."

Her hand snaked up towards my zip while her other hand held the
waistband of my trousers.  After the barest hesitation she started to
slide the zip down exposing my bulging shorts.  I, in turn, slowly
started to turn up the dildo control.  Her hand delved inside my
shorts and appeared with my semi-erect penis held between the tip of
her finger and her thumb.

She stared at it like it was some sort of alien life form until I
urged her on by turning up the control by another notch.  She closed
her eyes and I saw another shudder pass through her as she opened her
mouth and stuck her tongue out.

I nearly shot my bolt there and then as the tip of her tongue brushed
the slit of my prick.  I'd had blow jobs before, from some pretty
skilled aficionados like Fiona and Suzie Cross but nothing could
compare with the thought of one of my classmates being down on her
knees about to reluctantly suck me off.

"Get on with it," I croaked as I slid the control up yet one more
notch.

Now she, too, was breathing heavily and she nodded her head forward
and I felt my prick slide into the warm, wet cavity of her mouth.  Her
mouth was still held wide open as if to minimise the contact between
it and my stiffy.

"Suck me," I said simply.

Moaning slightly she closed her mouth around me and nearly jumped out
of my skin as I felt her apply suction to the end of my dick.  It
might have been her first time but she sure could suck.  I swear that
girl could have emptied a swimming pool in a few minutes flat.  It was
nice but hardly dynamic, so I turned her control up to the max.

Now she squirmed around on the floor but continued sucking.

"Move your head," I advised and, after the briefest of pauses her head
started to nod.

As blow jobs went it wasn't the best I'd ever had.  But what it lacked
in style and technique it surely made up for it in sheer, naked
enjoyment.  I made her open her eyes and look up at me as she tried
her hardest to draw the seed from my shaft.

We came together as it happens.  I loved the look of wild panic in her
eyes as I first started to shoot my spunk into her brains.  I held
onto her head as I continued to fire.  Then, suddenly, she grasped my
hips and pushed her head forward as her own orgasm hit her like a
runaway truck.  For a fleeting moment I panicked as I thought she was
going to chew her way clean through my prick, such was the intensity
of her much delayed climax.

Finally it was over and I stepped back and tucked my flaccid prick
into my trousers.

"Nice one, Ellen," I said as I tossed the control back to her.

"You won't [gasp] tell anyone about.....er...this, will you?"

"I made you a promise didn't I?"

She looked relieved and rather sweet with my spunk dribbling down her
chin.

"On one condition," I continued.  I saw the panic flash across her
face.

"Condition?" she blurted.

"Yeah.  We do this again tomorrow."

"Oh no, please."  She knelt and held her hands together in front of
herself, like she was praying to me, which I suppose in way she was.  

"If you don't then it'll be all over the school by tonight."

"But you promised," she wailed.

"Okay.  I'm a reasonable guy.  If you don't have that thing on you
tomorrow I'll forget it.  If you have then we'll meet here again at
lunchtime.  That sound fair?"

She looked hard at me for a second then she whimpered an affirmative.

"Great.  See you tomorrow then, Ellen," I said, then made my way out
of the wood.

Whistling.

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

You know, it's a strange thing, all this female rivalry stuff.  I
mean, women don't really trust each other, do they?  Most women spend
their time plotting to either steal a mate or hang on to the one
they've got.  Okay, nature has equipped them with all the tools and
tricks they need to keep on top of the game, which in most cases works
pretty well.  Every now and then, however, someone comes along to
upset the delicate little balance that keeps the status quo.

In my case of course it was me.  I'm quite proud of the fact now,
actually I was then come to think of it, but in a different way.  The
difference was that I was undisputedly in charge which meant that the
gameplay wasn't played to the 'normal' rules.  In a standard
relationship the female can play mind games with the guy to keep him
on the straight and narrow.  The tricks are varied and infinite,
ranging from "I'm leaving you" to "Not tonight, I've got a headache".
In other words whatever it takes.  Students of psychology can probably
put it down to the fact that a female can't spread her genes like a
male can so she tends to be a trifle more choosy about exactly who she
decides to mate with.

In mine and Rhona's case it was different.  Sex slaves have to be a
damned sight more circumspect in order to keep their man and have to
employ a whole new raft of feminine wiles.  

What am I blathering about? 

Simple really.  Rhona loved me and didn't want to lose me to someone
else.  I know you find that odd, I sure as hell did but it was true.
I was top dog and she was determined to be top cat up there with me,
with our reluctant band of sex slaves trooping miserably along behind.  

At least that's how I read the situation.  She ruled my little troupe
with a rod of iron, which suited me perfectly as I didn't have to do a
damned thing to either recruit them or keep them in line.

The only little cloud on her horizon was caused by the joker in the
pack.  Namely Miss Suzie Cross.  Rhona couldn't size up our
relationship at all and it obviously irked her.

So when I handed Suzie over into Rhona's tender care I saw the look of
true fear in one pair of eyes and a maniacal glee in the other.

Poor Miss Cross.  Life wasn't ever going to be the same for her.

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

Ellen tried to avoid me the following day as much as she could.
However we met during the history lesson.  Before the lesson started I
tapped her waist to ascertain whether she had the vibrator fitted.  Of
course she did, but I had to go ahead with the pretence didn't I?

"I'll meet you at lunchtime then, Ellen?" I whispered.

Her blush gave the answer without the need her to vocalise it.

I had a little surprise for her at lunchtime.  So it was a bit of a
shock to her when she entered the clearing to find me.  And a widely
grinning Billy.

"What's he doing here?"

"He's my friend.  Where I go, he goes.  Are you ready?"

"I can't do it with him here," she wailed.

"Suit yourself," I shrugged.  

I could feel Billy's consternation.

She stood for a second then turned and fled.

Once she'd gone Billy said, "What was that about?"

"You'll see.  Let's follow her."

Billy was completely mystified when the lunch break finished.  We'd
followed her around wherever she went, with her becoming ever more
agitated as the minutes ticked away.  Her tears started dribbling as
the bell rang.

"What the hell is this all about?" asked Billy.

I tapped the side of my nose and said, enigmatically, "Wait and see."

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

We'd been working on the new designs for a few weeks now.  

What am I talking about?

Oh, sorry.  The new designs for our little friend, Mark Two.  Rhona
had suggested that we could modify the original design and make it
suitable for a wider audience.  To be quite honest I was neither
convinced, nor could I have given a damn.  The regional soccer finals
for the under 16s was coming up and I was in the running for a place
on the school team.  However, Rhona worked on me, and I grudgingly
conceded to help her out with the new designs.

It was all a bit messy as it consisted of making moulds and pouring
gooey rubberised plastic into them, along with some gears, motors and
a bit of electronics.

We had a test-bed in the shape of Suzie Cross.  So most evenings found
her having to admit various objects into herself, which were then
turned on and the results observed.  I should imagine most scientists
would have loved to have an experiment that could provide direct
feedback on the results of their endeavours.

Well they can't, and I could.  

So, while we had her rigged up with cameras, sound meters etc, we kept
asking her a barrage of questions with Rhona carefully noting the
answers.  I suppose it was all pretty humiliating for my poor little
teacher.  Fancy being asked if it were product A or product B that
gave the fastest orgasm or was the most comfortable to wear.

After a while we refined the concept to the point where we had a
finished article.  The first one was black.  Not for the reason that
it was so big, like you were thinking, but because it was the colour
that the perfect mixture of solution came in.

I'll do my best to describe it.  It had a 'conventional' head on it
shaped like your average dildo and in that head there were loosely
packed steel ball bearings and a rather powerful vibrator.  That was
where the similarity to the original design ended.  This head was
mounted on a large plastic spring on which it could be screwed up and
down using a motor in the head itself.  It did tend to turn the head
as it ascended and descended but it was considered to be a price worth
paying for the versatility.  The spring was slightly curved so at the
extent of the head's travel it rubbed and massaged her 'G' spot.  The
other end of the screw thread was mounted on a small plate which had
holes in it.

When I asked Rhona what they were for she answered that they were to
"Let the juices out."

I just had to laugh.

There was a small appendage that sealed up the urethra to stop the
wearer peeing, but that was optional on the 'commercial' version.
Similarly there was a plug for the poor girl's anus, similarly
optional.

Finally there was a very special little device that fitted over the
clitoris.  It was shaped rather like a shallow cup that gently pushed
back the hood of the button to allow it to poke out.  The clit itself
sat in this cup which was filled with a soft silicone-like gel.  This
in turn had a small, what I can only describe as a spatula, inside it
which had its own, independent, vibration unit.  We found that the
stimulation it provided was irresistible and could cause a loss of
sexual control in a very short space of time.  Miss Cross told us that
it was like being gently, but firmly licked by a small wet tongue.

The battery pack had been beefed up and was now shaped to fit
unobtrusively on the wearer's hip.  Finally the control was separated
via a 27Mhz RF link so it could be remotely controlled if desired.

The effect on Suzie Cross, who, it must be admitted, was no stranger
to sexual stimuli since having come into contact with me and my little
ways, was simply astounding.  We could bring her to full orgasm in
well under three minutes from a standing start.

Awesome.

Furthermore, because of the action and the screw thread, it could
dampen her undies very effectively.  Which was quite a considerable
asset in this chosen career of mine.

Or should I say the unchosen career of my girls.

Ellen was the first 'working' recipient of this system.

After she'd received her thrashing of course.

I had to wait until the next lunchbreak to see if it worked.

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

I could see she had been crying as soon as I saw her.  Her eyes were
puffy and red and her cheeks were aflame.  It was obvious that she
knew what was going to happen.

You know now I come to think about it, it was odd that she never
seemed to work out how I seemed to know.  It's funny that she never
put two and two together.  Not that I cared much, nor even thought
about it come to that.  I just wanted a repeat of that blow-job and I
also wanted Billy to share in my good fortune.  I think it was about
time I made amends with him.

Girls are okay, but there's nothing like real friends.

As for sex-slaves?  Who cares?

"So what's your answer?" I asked.

Her beet red face was a picture as she stared at Billy.  "Who's he?
You said you were never going to tell anyone else," she whined.

I shrugged.  "Well, I lied.  So sue me.  Meanwhile are you going to do
it or not?"

She shook her head firmly and said.  "Not with him watching I won't."

"Billy isn't just going to be watching," I said, nonchalantly.
"You're going to doing it to him too."

"What?" Aghast.  "I won't do that," the tears were trickling now.

She was beginning to piss me off so I darted forward and grabbed the
remote control from the waistband of her skirt.  And, before she could
react I'd danced away with it, out of her reach.

"No!  Give me that back," she cried.

"Why should I? What will you give me in return? Anyway you haven't
told Billy what it is yet.  Go on, don't be shy, you can tell Billy
what it's for!"  The look on her face was a picture, but she didn't
say anything.  She just stared at me with her funny little turned down
mouth and her streaming eyes.

I fiddled with the controls a little and she leapt like a scalded cat.

Billy looked incredibly impressed.  "How'd you do that?" he marvelled.

"Ellen will tell you," I turned to her.  "Won't you Ellen?" Just for
emphasis I switched her embedded plunger on for a few pumps, then off
again.

"It's a dildo," she muttered so low I could hardly hear her.

"Louder!" I commanded.

"It's a dildo.  I'm wearing a dildo."

"There, Billy the secret is out.  Now would you be prepared to keep
her secret if she agreed to blow you off?"

"Yeah, right, I would," his eyes gleamed.

I turned to her.  "There.  You see, that's a perfectly reasonable
arrangement, don't you think?"

"How can I trust him?" Suspiciously.

"You just have to, that's all."

"Like I trusted you, you mean?"

"I kept the secret.  Only me, you and Billy know.  And you told him,
if you remember.  Not me."

I loved the look of confusion on her face.  It was priceless.

"Anyway, enough fucking around, Ellen.  The dinner break's half over
and we're horny.  So get to it."

She stared at the ground and stood still, her fingers knitted in front
of her.  So I turned on the clit vibrator.  She kept standing there
for a few seconds then, with an audible groan of resignation, she
stepped forward.

"On your knees, Ellen."

I pulled Billy towards her so we were at right angles to each other
with her head between us, half facing our crotches.

"Time is tight now, Ellen.  So just get our pricks out, wank us with
your hands and then put one of us into your mouth.  After a minute,
change over to sucking the other one.  Meanwhile you keep wanking.
You got that?"

She nodded.

"Don't worry," I sniggered.  "It won't be all bad.  I'll see you get
your fun."

I turned on all the controls to about half power.  I'd seen the effect
this had on Suzie Cross and that was after weeks of abuse.  I was keen
to see how Ellen took it.

The answer was, very well, as it happened.  She jerked a bit and
closed her eyes.  But her delicate little hands crept forward and
simultaneously pulled down both zips.  Within seconds she had captured
both pricks and had started pulling and teasing them.  She sucked me
first.  She must have sensed that it was the right thing to do.

All in all it was a lot of fun.  By the end she was banging her head
like a woodpecker and her hands were a blur.  Meanwhile she got a
straight 9 on her controls which sent her into low orbit.

It was a hell of a laugh.  We smeared sperm all over her face and in
her hair.

God! I didn't know you could have so much fun without laughing.

We did laugh of course.  As we walked away, leaving her frantically
trying to dab the sperm out of her hair with a small paper towel.  

Her controller, meanwhile, was stashed safely in my pocket.
******************************************************************

"Stop the car, Rho," I shouted.

She screeched to a halt and turned quickly to me.  "What? What's
wrong?"

"I just saw Fiona standing on that street corner.  What the hell is
she doing out here?"

"Phil's run out of space.  So he suggested that, as she was so tame,
she could go out on the street," she explained, matter of factly.  

"You've got no right to do that without my say-so." 

I was furious.  "What happens if she's seen by someone she knows?"

"So what?" shrugged Rhona.  "Her family's pretty liberal."

"I don't care how liberal they are.  They'd go fucking loony if they
found their daughter was a street hooker."

She was looking a little shamefaced and anxious.  And with good
reason.  She'd be finding it hard to sit down for a few days after
I've finished with her.

"Wait here," I snapped, as I slammed the car door and walked back to
where Fiona was standing.

She looked like she was freezing.  It was an uncharacteristically cold
night, with a very keen northerly wind howling down the streets.

She stood there in just a tight spandex top and a very brief skirt.
Hugging her shoulders, stamping her feet and looking hopefully at the
occupants of the passing cars.

She turned to me and smiled.  Her smile turned to a look of
consternation when she saw who it was.

"Aren't you cold standing out here dressed like that?"

She nodded, her teeth chattering.

"So why do it then?"

"Because Rhona told me too.  She says it will make me keener to score
a trick if I thought about that nice warm car heater."

I peered closely at her chest.  "Are you wearing a bra?"

She shook her head.  "Nor knickers," she ventured.

I was amazed at her street vernacular and the matter of fact way that
she had explained away her near nudity.  And all this from a girl who,
just a few hours ago, was a plaid clad schoolgirl.  

And would be again tomorrow.

I had to hand it to Rho, she had a certain way with her charges.
Normally I would have applauded her, but this time I was mad.  Sending
Fiona out here was stupidity.  And she was going to pay for it.

In spades.

I led the fearful Fiona back to the car.  She started when she saw who
was driving.  Her breath coming in quick pants.

I saw her reluctance and said,.  "It's okay, Fiona.  Rhona won't be
punishing you for not hitting your quota, will you Rhona?"

She shook her head and the terrified girl relaxed slightly.

I spoke to Phil later and he grudgingly agreed to find another venue
with more beds, in addition to his current place.

He also agreed to the film I suggested.

With alacrity.

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

Ellen was sitting close to the front of the class in history.  She'd
arrived late and had to sit in the only available chair, which was
next to Nick, the class geek.

She glanced back to where Billy and I were leaning back on our chairs,
smirking.  She blushed red and turned quickly to the front.

I waited until about half way through the lesson then I started to
fiddle with the control.

I saw her jerk then dart a glance back at me.  She mouthed 'no' and
gave me a pleading look.

What do they say about red rag to a bull?  , right.

She was awarded another notch on the control.  This started her
squirming on her chair.  She tried to act as if nothing was happening
but her colour was mounting and her legs seemed to have a will of
their own.

Finally she couldn't stand it any longer and she put her hand up to
try and catch the eye of the teacher.

He finally noticed her frantically waving arm.  Just as he started to
speak I snicked the control off.

"Yes, Miss Ledbury?"

She sat there in confusion, finally tailing off with  "Er, nothing,
sir."

As soon as he turned to the board I again snicked up the control.  I
was loving this, it was much cooler than having a multi-channel, scale
sized model aircraft.

And there was no chance of crashing and losing the thing.  

Again she waved her arm frantically.

"Yes, Miss Ledbury? What is it this time?" asked an exasperated Mr.
Hooper.

I left the control on and she could barely stammer.
"Please...sir...can I ...ah...be excused?"

"Are you all right?"

"Yes, ah, ah, sir.  I'll be, ooh, fine."

Billy and I were in stitches at the back of the class, until Hooper
looked over.

"You are excused, Miss Ledbury," he turned to us.  "And what do you
find so funny?  Hmm?"

"Er, nothing sir."

"Nothing, eh?  Right, you can contemplate your humour during your
detention this lunchtime if I hear one more peep out of you."

I did not want a detention, I had other ideas in mind.  So I said, in
my most contrite voice,

"Sorry, sir."

"Hmmph.  I should think so indeed."

Silly old sod.

I turned Ellen's control up to 8 as she made her way down the aisle
towards me.  I could see her enormous struggle to contain her lust, at
least until she reached the girls' washrooms.

It was a giggle.

I was trying to work out how on earth I could get out there to watch
her in action when there was a tap on the door and Suzie Cross came
into the room.  Her face flushed and her breathing uneven.

"Could I please talk to Barrie a minute, Mr Hooper?"

"The lesson is nearly finished, Miss Cross.  Can't it wait until
then?"

"I ...ah..know, Mr Hooper.  It is urgent."

"Fine."  It obviously wasn't fine.  I think there may have been words
spoken in the staff room that lunchtime.  He turned to me.  "Go with
Miss Cross, if you please, Barrie."

I was both surprised and rather pleased at her timely intervention.
Then it struck me.  The radio signal! I had turned on Miss Cross's
little friend too.  This was getting better and better.

Once I was outside she whispered.  "Is it you doing that to me?"

"Doing what, Miss Cross?" I asked innocently.

"Look don't come the innocent with me.  I can see through it.  I know
you, Barrie."

Brave words from someone who was effectively at my mercy.

"Oh, you mean this!" I gave her four tens.

She squirmed on the spot, her breathing all ragged and her eyes
closed.  "Please," she whispered in a faraway voice.

"Okay," I said, and turned the control off.

It took her a few minutes to settle down enough to speak.  "Please
Barrie, not in school.  I beg you.  I could lose my job."

"I wasn't trying to do it to you.  It was meant for another girl."

"So who were you doing it to?"

"Ellen as it happens.  Not that it's any business of yours."

"Poor girl," she muttered.

"That makes two of you."

She looked at me owlishly then I saw that special little look of
resignation flitting across her face.  She was vanquished and we both
knew it.

"Okay, I'll tell you what.  You cover for me for the next hour and I
won't do it again.  That sound fair?"

"What excuse can I give?" 

I don't think she was actually talking to me, merely musing aloud.  As
is my wont I answered anyway.

"You're a teacher, you work it out."

With that I ran off to try and find Ellen.  As it happens she found
me, in a manner of speaking, as she bumped into me as we both rounded
the same corner in opposite directions.

She fell heavily on her pretty little butt, flashing her rubber
panties at me.

"I was just looking for you.  We've got to have a chat."

"Please give it back to me."

"No way.  Unless......" I let the word hang.

I saw her hesitate for a microsecond then she nodded.

"You don't know what I want yet."

Now she was starting to look visibly nervous.  "Er, what do you want?"

"You'll see.  Come with me."

For a split second I thought she was going to chicken out, so I gave
her a little twitch.

She came.

I dropped by my locker and picked up my totebag then I strode out
across the playing fields with her trotting dutifully behind.

Deep into the woods we went until I found a small clearing that seemed
secluded enough for what I had in mind.  I started to unzip my bag as
I spoke to her.

"Take your clothes off, Ellen."

"What?"

"Which bit of 'take your clothes off' didn't you understand? " I asked
sarcastically.

"I know what you mean, but why?"

Now either she was stupid or she was incredibly naïve.

"Duh! Ellen, why do you think?"

"So you can look at me?"

I slow-hand clapped her.  "Brilliant, Ellen!  Did you work that out
all by yourself?"

She stood looking at me, hoping for a change of heart.

Ha!  Fat chance.  I turned on the 'persuader' to give her a bit of
encouragement.  Still she held her ground for a second then, eyes
downcast, she started to slowly unbutton her blouse.  While her hips
did a little shimmy.

I was watching her with amused interest when a sudden thought occurred
to me.

"How many times have you been fucked, Ellen?"

She recoiled at the word.  Maybe she was naïve after all.  But she
didn't answer.

"I asked you a question," I sais as I turned the control up through
its settings.

"Please don't!  I'll tell you."  Those soulful eyes, brimming with
tears.  "I've ...er...only done it once."

I turned it off.  "Once?"

She nodded and blushed scarlet.  Well, I'm damned.

She was down to her bra and rubber panties and she seemed to be in
terminal reluctance mode.  So I pulled a small switch from a nearby
willow and waved it at her.  "Do you want me to whip you?"

Eyes wide, she cried.  "You can't do that!  I'd report you."

"Would you? And what, do you think, would I be forced to tell them in
my defence?"

She pondered on that for a while.  Then she reached back and unclipped
her bra.  She cupped her breasts with her hands, holding the bra in
place for what seemed like hours.  With one small thumb movement I
persuaded her to drop it.

Her tits were wonderful.  They were perfect domes, creamy white and
surmounted by little pink nipples.  I marvelled at how they stuck out
at me cheekily.  A long minute passed, then I cleared my throat.  My
voice still came out croaky and hoarse with lust.

"Now the knickers, Ellen."

"Do I have to?" she whined.

"Yes, you fucking do.  Now get on with it."

I pretended to be astonished as she peeled off layer after layer of
knickers until at last I saw her in all her maidenly pulchritude.

"Why all the knickers, Ellen?"

"Er, I have heavy periods."

Nicely parried.

I went closer to her and dropped down to study her pussy.  It was
neatly bisected by the thin silver wire with the plate covering the
pussy proper.  I pulled at the wire slightly but it was thrummingly
tight.

"What's this?"

"It's to, er, keep the dildo in."

"You are fucking weird, Ellen.  You know that?"

She started to cry.

"Shut up and just stand there," I commanded as I reached back and
started delving in my bag.

"What are you doing?  Oh no, you can't take any photographs of me."

"And who's going to stop me?  You?"

She actually thought about it, I could see her face working.  Finally
she made up her mind and shook her head.

"Good.  Now listen......"

I spent the next half hour or so photographing her in various poses,
whilst playing with her 'little friend' by remote control.  It was a
bit humiliating I suppose but there were compensations.  She did
manage at least one good orgasm, possibly two.

Then I got her dressed again and filmed her on my video camera while
she pretended to finger herself to a cum.  Meanwhile the plunger
worked her rapidly.

Fortunately when we'd made the thing in the first place Rhona had
decided to mould the outside of the plate that the held the dildo in,
to look like a pair of pussy lips.  So when it was safely knickered it
looked like she was working herself.

That's enough tech talk, all I can say is that it was an electric
little home movie.  I especially enjoy the part where I came in her
mouth.  

After I'd finished I stashed the camera while she lay there, crying
softly.

"What's up with you?"

"Nothing," she blubbed.

"I said, what's up with you?"

"I'm worrying about what you're going to do with that tape."

"Nothing."  She looked relieved, until I continued.  "As long as you
co-operate."

"Co-operate?"  She didn't look too impressed as she considered the
implications.  Which span out of sight.

"Yeah, co-operate.  Do what I say.  Okay?"

"When will this end?" she moaned.

"I tell you what," I pretended to feel a bit sorry for her.  "I'll
stop hassling you and give you the tape when you come to school, not
wearing that thing." I pointed down to her crotch for emphasis.

She looked hard at me then nodded.

"Good.  See you tomorrow," I smirked then sauntered, hands in pockets,
out of the wood.

Whistling.

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

"She's volunteered to work at Phil's.  She said she'd do anything but
carry that dildo inside her all day," murmured Rhona.

"Who?"

"Ellen," she mused.  "That's a first.  It must have been that new
dildo we invented."

"Probably," I said, thoughtfully.  "When have you decided on her
debut?"

"I was thinking of Saturday.  It's busy then and I'm sure the others
would appreciate her help.  Why?"

"I'm going to be there, that's why.  I gotta see this."

"Oh.  Okay.  I'll arrange it with Phil."

"Good.  How many girls are there, as a matter of interest?"

"Six working at Phil's and five doing panty sets."

"Panty sets?" I laughed.  "What the hell are panty sets?"

"That's what we sell the knickers as."

"Nice one, Rho," I chuckled.

There was a moments silence then she started on in that bimbo voice.
"Barrieee."

"What?"

"Can we do it?" she touched my semi-rigid prick for emphasis.

"Oh okay," reluctantly.  "But hurry up, I've got soccer practise
tomorrow."

Her mouth closed over my prick even before I even finished the
sentence.

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

Saturday was an interesting day, all in all.

What with Ellen's debut and everything.

First of all though, I had to deal with Rhona's stupidity over the
street-walking Fiona affair.  And for that I needed Fiona, several
lengths of rope and a mock head master's study complete with a seated
headmaster.

Plus of course about a dozen technicians, cameramen and make-up
artists.

Most girls would be ecstatic if their boyfriend had told them that he
had gotten them into a movie.  As the star no less.  But not my little
Rho.  In fact she looked less than enthusiastic.  She also looked
rather fetching standing there in her plaid, biting her bottom lip and
staring nervously as the technicians trailed cables and adjusted light
levels.

The plot of the film was rather simple and so I didn't bother to tell
Rhona about it until we actually walked onto the set.  The director
had decided, with my full accordance, that she could ad-lib her lines
for the most part and the shock factor would be invaluable in the
final movie.  In fact to make the surprise complete I never even told
her there was going to be a movie.  She just thought she was here to
sit with me while I watched Ellen's debut.  So it was understandable
that she had a look of trepidation on her face as the workers bustled
around her busily.

At last everything was ready and the cast were assembled.  The
director had a quick confab with the players then stepped off the
stage.

"Punishment in Plaid take one," the clapper-board cracked and we were
off.

The scene was in the headmaster's study and Rhona was accused of
stealing another girl's homework and presenting it as her own.
Accordingly she was to be punished, by being caned over her bare
bottom.  The twist was that the girl whose work was stolen, played by
Fiona, was to administer the punishment.

Curiously it was more difficult to get the caner to accept the role
than the canee.  Fiona kept burbling on about how Rhona would pay her
back, blah, blah, blah.  I told her and Rhona that in future if Fiona
was to be punished then she should clear it with me first.  I could
see Rhona's mouth tighten and her eyes narrow but she said nothing.
Fiona was only partly mollified, so I told her that if she spared the
rod then I'd have her thrashed and fucked by every man in the room.
That seemed to stiffen her backbone a bit.

I watched the action on the bank of monitors as it was easier to keep
a track of exactly what was going on.  There were three cameras in
action, one focused on her ass, another on her face as she leaned over
the desk and the other took a long shot of her and Fiona.

It was a nice film overall, though possibly not all round family
entertainment.  I liked the look on Rhona's face as she was tied down,
bare-assed and with her legs spread wantonly.  When the first stroke
cracked loudly I was surprised by how long it took for the pain of the
stroke to register on her face and for the tears to begin.

The next few minutes were spent listening to a cacophony of full
blooded, meaty cracks followed by Rhona's ululations and entreaties.
Squirming and crying with a dozen full sized weals across her naked
flesh, Rhona looked a picture.  But it wasn't over yet.

The headmaster pretended to leave the room, leaving Rhona bent and
spread.  This gave Fiona the opportunity to fish around in her bag and
pull out a large, strap-on dildo.  I must admit that Fiona was turning
into a fine actress.  She timed the suspense to perfection both for
the cameras and for Rhona, who was straining to see what she was up
to.

"No!  No!  God no!" she screamed, once she saw what Fiona was
strapping onto herself.

"This will teach you to steal my work, you bitch," Fiona spat.

"I didn't, it's not true.  Oh no.  Please don't.  Stop her, someone!"

Fiona lined the tip of the rather formidable looking fake prick up
with the entrance to Rhona's pussy, then started pushing.  Meanwhile
Rhona squirmed, screamed, howled and shook.  But she could do nothing
except take it.

Well I won't bore you with a long rambling description of Rhona's
ravishment.  In fact I found it a bit tedious for the first few
minutes although Fiona seemed to be enjoying herself judging by the
look on her face.  It was a very hard look to describe, sort of part
demon, part angel.  Hell, I don't know, I'm not very good at that sort
of description.  I can describe Rhona's look, though.  It was pure
pain at first, then her face started to soften and her breathing
started to become hoarse and strained.  Finally she was blowing like a
steam engine on a stiff incline, as she raced towards her rather
obvious and noisy orgasm.

Zappy-pow.  The cum hit her like a mallet and she was thrashing around
like an eel in a spin dryer.  And Fiona came in a close second in the
orgasmic Everest club if her screams were anything to go by.  Mind you
she did have a little help from the 'little friend' she had slipped
into herself prior to strapping the dildo in place.

I tell you what though, it was fun to watch overall.  I hope the movie
did the real-life production justice.

There was even a little bit of a lesbian scene at the end where they
fondled each other towards another, probably fake, orgasm.  Then it
faded to black.

"Cut!"

There were cheers and catcalls from all over the set.  Phil was
amazingly pleased, he told me that the technicians were normally a
taciturn bunch who just kept quiet and did their job.  But something
about this scene even got them going.  As for the director, he was
sweating buckets and his face was so dark it was almost grape
coloured.

All things considered, it was a fairly good start to the day.  And it
wasn't over yet.  We still had the main feature to go.

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

I found out just how strange women were, on that day.

Now if I had been thrashed then raped with a fake prick then I
wouldn't exactly be enamoured with the person who set me up for it.
In fact I'd be spitting tacks and vowing lifelong revenge.  But not
Rhona.

After the movie was over and she was released she flew over to me and
threw her arms round my neck.  She then proceeded to cry her heart
out.

I tried to uncurl her arms but she held on like grim death until her
howls died down to quiet sobs.

"I'm sorry, Barrie.  I won't do it again."

For once I was at a loss as to what to say.

Damn, they're odd creatures.

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

The old familiar room with the old familiar camera.  I'd chosen Fiona
to be my consort this time.  It was about time I got properly
acquainted with her.

I had her squatting naked by my feet as the show began.  I even let
her play with herself as long as she was reasonably quiet.  I was
sitting there thoughtfully, mulling over the possibilities of the
upcoming attraction, while Fiona whimpered under her breath.

I must say she was pretty sweet as she got herself off.  So much so
that I patted her on the head like a dog.  While she moaned in
pleasure.

Just then the door in the room opened and in stepped Rhona followed by
a very reluctant Ellen.  She was nervously eyeing up the room when she
spied the bed.  Suddenly the reason she was here seemed to crowd in on
her.  Rhona was ready for it and she quickly turned to the girl and
ordered her to get undressed.

Ellen looked like she was in two minds whether to flee or not, so
Rhona grabbed her by the shoulders and looked her in the eye.

"Listen you stupid little cow, either you get undressed or you'll
regret it."

"Oh please.  I don't want to."

"Do it Ellen or I'll get really angry."

The tears started but she was obviously impressed by Rhona's
exhortations as she started to pull off her school blazer.

It was an excellent strip-show by and large.  Especially in light of
the gamut of faces she managed to pull as she shed her togs ready for
the big event.

Finally she was naked and blushing like a beacon.

"Good," said Rhona as she gathered up Ellen's clothes.  "You remember
what I told you?"

Ellen nodded woodenly.

"Right, get ready, you first customer will be here soon.  And he'd
better not complain, do you understand?"

Ellen swallowed as Rhona walked out closing the door.

She sat down on the edge of the bed and stared at the floor in front
of the door.  She was obviously contemplating her upcoming defilement.

The door burst open startling the girl and there was a short, rather
fat man with a huge cigar in his mouth.

"Pretty little thing," he muttered wagging his cigar in approval.
"Right girl, get on with it."

"Pardon?" she queried.

"Aren't you supposed to give me a list of prices or something or are
you doing it for free tonight?"

"No, er, here," she blushed about 3 shades darker.  "It's, er, five
pounds for me to do it with my hand, ten pounds if I, er, suck you and
twenty for a fuc...er, for sex."

He pulled out his wallet and extracted four fivers and tossed them
across to her.  "Might as well do the whole thing as I'm here." He
then started to pull of his clothes.  After he'd pulled off his
underpants he noticed her still sitting there looking at him.  

"Wassup girly, you not seen one this size before?"

Still she sat there, but by now her gaze was directed at his crotch.

He walked over to her and said "Okay, get to it.  I ain't got all
night."

She tried to remember what Rhona had told her about putting the condom
in her mouth and pushing it onto the guys prick.  She couldn't work
out how it was supposed to work and she was too terrified of Rhona to
dare to ask her to demonstrate it again.  So she was in a haze of
indecision as to what to do next.  She tried pushing the thing into
her mouth but it's oily taste and weight on the back of her tongue
made her want to throw up.

She looked at his cock which was bobbing a foot away from her face and
reached across to it.  The warmth of her fingers evinced a groan of
lust from the man.  She tried to fit it over his cock by hand but she
just couldn't seem to master the technique of unrolling it over him.

"Hurry up, for fuck's sake.  I want to get my rocks off," shouted the
man.

She remembered Rhona's threat about pleasing the customers and she
tried to hurry.  In her haste she dropped it and she scrabbled around
to try and retrieve it.

He grabbed her by the arm, pulled her up and threw her back onto the
bed.

"Leave it.  There's no time for that.  You'll just have to have it
bareback, you useless cow," he roared.

"Please, please.  Don't do it without something on."

He looked down at her and an evil grin split his face.

"Yeah, and what do I get if I put it on myself?  I'm saving you work
there, and I should get something for my trouble."

"What do you want?" she whimpered.

"Oh I'm not greedy, shall we say twenty quid."

"But that's what you've just given me!"

"Yeah, ain't that an amazing coincidence," by now his cigar was
fluttering wildly as he chuckled.

"I can't give you that," horrified.

"It's either that or you get it raw.  You might even get to have my
baby, won't that be nice?"

I watched her in awed silence as she handed over the money that he had
originally paid to her.  She was buying her own fuck back.  This was
cosmic.

He grabbed a new packet from her bedside cabinet and tore it open with
his teeth.  Then with one practised motion he slid it on.

"Get ready, bitch.  You better give me a good time.  I paid enough."
Then with a loud guffaw he launched himself onto her.

She struggled under his bulk for a few moments as they fought over her
virtue.  Then he managed to get a knee between her legs.  From then on
she was fighting a losing battle and finally he forced her open.

"Stop fighting me, bitch.  You're supposed to be a whore, for
Chrissakes."

She put her hands over her face and I saw her chest heaving as he
positioned himself between her widespread thighs.

"Stand by to repel boarders," he whooped as he lunged into her.

Her hands flew down to try and push him away by his hips.  But it was
far too late.  He was home and ready to rock and roll.

He gave her one hell of a pounding.  I've never seen anything like
that before and I'm sure that it was somewhat of a novelty to her as
well.  She was thrashing and mewling but he never seemed to even
notice her as he porked her rigid.

I tell you what, it tired me out and I was only watching.  Even Fiona
was impressed, I could tell by the depth and intensity of her moaning
as her hand worked furiously below.

Finally it was done and the man left, leaving Ellen crying and spread
wide on the rumpled bed.  Virtually as soon as the door closed it
opened again to admit another lucky punter.  One that, unfortunately
for her, was in the know.

He paid her twenty and she paid him back as he pulled the rubber over
his steel like pole.

By the end of the evening she had only managed ten pounds and that was
from two hand jobs.  The place had gone quiet and the last customers
had left as Rhona came into the room.

"Well?" she asked sternly.

"Well?" The exhausted girl replied.

"Don't keep repeating everything I say.  Tell me how much you've made
tonight."

"Ten pounds," Ellen said in her little girl voice.

"You what?  Did you say ten pounds? Is that all?  I saw at least 8 men
come in her tonight.  Are you telling me they all left again without
at least a hand job?"

Ellen was dumbstruck.

"So what's the score, eh? What the fuck are you playing at?"

It was the first time I'd really heard Rhona swear.  Properly swear,
and it added a surreal quality to the proceedings, like the mirror was
a cinema screen and they were just actresses.  Which in many ways was
true.  It was still only really a game to me, albeit a profitable one.

"I er I," the girl tailed off in a dither of confusion.

"Have you been fucking them for free?  Well?  Have you?"

The girl nodded and her eyes rose imploringly towards Rhona's.

Rhona slapped her face.  "You slut!" she shouted.  "You worthless
slut.  You were so horny you just wanted to do it for free, eh?  What
the hell do you think we're doing here, running a charity for
nymphomaniacs?  Who the fuck do you think you are that we'd arrange
all this for you for free?"

"Please.  Please it wasn't like that.  They wouldn't wear a condom if
I didn't let them have it for free," the girl was really crying now.

"So?  You should have still done it.  It's better to risk getting a
dose rather than risk pissing me off.  And, you stupid bitch, I am
well pissed off."

Rhona glared at the girl then reached forward and grabbed her arm.
She pulled her up then threw her down across the table that was
conveniently situated by the two way mirror.

"I'll teach you," snarled Rhona as she tied the terrified girl's legs
to the table legs.

"Please, please.  I'll do it next time.  Honestly.  I'll do anything
you want.  Please don't beat me.  Please." She tried to fend Rhona off
with her hands but she had the bit between her teeth by now and she
easily pulled the girls fluttering hands towards the convenient
leather loops.

As soon as the poor girl was strapped into place Rhona rushed out of
the room, appearing moments later with a thick but flexible cane.  It
had an odd brown mark on it and I recognised it as the one Fiona had
used so effectively a few hours earlier.

With hardly a pause she whipped it up high, then brought it down hard
against Ellen's frantically twitching ass-cheeks.

I was so stiff you could have used me to sink fence post holes, so I
pulled Fiona towards my crotch.  There was no hesitation or shadow of
doubt in her mind as she quickly engulfed me.

I shot my load as the echoes of the last stroke resounded around the
little bedroom and the frantic howl of the trainee sex-slave assailed
our ears.

Moments later the long term tape came to its end behind me.

Another classic was born.

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

Rhona was mugged on the way back from Phil's the next night.

  *** marker 1 ***

She put up one hell of a fight by all accounts but she still ended up
losing the money.  I was annoyed but realistic.  We couldn't exactly
go to the police about it.  Her father would surely get to hear about
it and he was sure to ask questions on why she happened to have nearly
a grand in used notes on her.

As it happened Phil took care of it.  He found the guy, a local
junkie, and made sure he got a couple of months worth of free fixes,
in the form of painkillers at the local hospital.  But not before he
had spent most of my money.

The security of my takings posed somewhat of a challenge for a while.
I was even thinking about taking on a security guard, then the answer
struck me.

It was so blindingly simple.

"I can't wear that," exclaimed Rhona as she eyed the stainless steel
tube suspiciously.

"Why not? It's no different from a dildo."

"But it will be so cold."

Which was the flimsiest excuse I've ever heard.  She might be a bright
girl but when cornered she came up with the most pathetic reasons for
not doing something I've ever heard.  Needless to say it didn't cut
much ice with me.

"Well warm it up then.  Anyway it will only be for an hour or so."

"Do I have to?" she whined.

I had to remind her about the incident with her father and him finding
the money as well as the mugging.  That was two lots of money she'd
lost.  Finally the piece de resistance, if she lost another days
takings I told her that she'd have to make it up herself.  And we both
knew what that meant.  Phil had long lusted after having her on his
crew, he was sure she'd be both popular and highly profitable.

She agreed.

The game was simple.  Before she left Phil's for the night he would
tightly roll the money into the tube which he would then lock inside
her.  I was the only other person with a key.

Rhona became the human bank vault.

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

Naturally I caught up with Ellen on Monday.

I touched her waistband and feigned surprise that her control was
missing.  I went to feel between her legs but she pushed me away
angrily.

"What are you doing?"

"Seeing if you are wearing it today."

"Well I'm not, are you satisfied?" She glared at me.

I cocked my head to one side.  "That's fighting talk for someone who
has had an amazingly graphic film made of her, getting off with a
dildo strapped into her cunt."

I was as crude as possible as I needed the shock factor to carry
through the next stage of my plan.

True to form she blushed scarlet.  She was such an innocent looking
little blusher you'd hardly believe she had a night job as a brothel
whore.

"Right you remember our agreement?" I asked.

"Agreement?"

"Yeah agreement.  You don't wear the dildo and I'll give you the
tape."

"You'll give me the tape?" I loved the light of hope in her eyes.
Which was so cruelly dimmed when I replied.

"Yeah in return for a fuck."

"Can't we, er, do something else?  I'm so sore."

Which was probably true even though she'd been allowed a night off,
her exertions on Saturday had been fairly strenuous when all said and
done.  However, I wasn't supposed to know about that so I countered
with.

"I thought you said you had only been fucked once before."

For a second she looked panicky.  I should imagine the last thing she
wanted was for one of her classmates to find out about her out of
hours activities.  Especially one like me.  So she ad libbed.

"It was the dildo."

"So why wear it then?" Quick as a flash.  I was enjoying this.

"Listen please, forget it, eh?"

"Oh, I will, Ellen.  I will.  But first you've gotta let me fuck you.
You do that, then you get the tape back and we're friends again.  That
sound fair?"

"Just you?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Oh, nothing."

"So is it a deal, Ellen?"

She looked into my eyes then slowly dropped her gaze to the floor by
my feet.  Finally she nodded.

"Okay, " I said briskly, "Meet me in the woods this lunchtime.  You
remember the tree where we met before?"

Another nod.

"Good, I'll see you there then."

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

I had secreted my video camera in a bush and had wired up the remote
control to an RF link.  It was focussed on the middle of the blanket
I'd laid on the ground.

Where the action was to take place.

She tried her hardest to smile at me when she entered the clearing,
but it was brittle and hollow.  Evidently this wasn't her idea of fun.

"Okay, Ellen get stripped."

She stood dumbly for a second then proceeded to strip off her clothes
in an extraordinarily businesslike way.  She must have been practising
since Saturday.

The biggest shock was that she wasn't wearing any knickers.

"Where are your knicks, Ellen?"

"I, er, they're all in the wash."

Not as good as her normal excuses but I let it go.  I was more
interested in the main feature than the trailers at this point.  She
stood naked and obviously discomfited before me.  I was sitting on the
blanket and so my eyes were level with her little golden bush.  I must
admit it was wonderful.  I'd never seen one that blond before, even
Fiona's wiry curls were a darker mass.  It seemed to make her more
innocent, somehow.  I was just about to beckon her over when she
spoke.

"Er, Barrie, could you help me?"

I narrowed my eyes.  "Help you? How?"

She gulped audibly.  "Could you teach me how to put a condom on?"

I was about to tell her that I never wore one but I decided to go
along with her.  This was getting interesting.

"Why you want to know, Ellen?"

"I, er, think it's important to practise safe sex."

I did too, as it happened, which in my case meant that I didn't have
it off with someone who I didn't know the sexual history of.  I
decided to indulge her.

"Yeah, okay.  Tell you what, I'll lay here and you can practise
putting it on me.  How's that?"

"Could you, er, show me how?"

"I don't fucking know.  How the fuck should I know?" I was starting to
lose my cool by now.

"Sorry, Barrie."

The next quarter of an hour was spent with her leaning over me
alternately rolling the condom on then unrolling it again.  Her little
tongue sticking out in concentration.  The sensations were
indescribable and eventually I just had to have my relief.

"Get on, Ellen," I croaked.

"Wait, let me put it on again."

"Fuck that! Get on. I said."

She recoiled.  "I can't."

"Well, fuck you!" I shouted.  "That tape and the pictures will be all
over the school tonight.  You'll see what happens when you break an
agreement with me."

She started crying.  "Please, Barrie, please wear it.  I'll give you a
good time."

"You'll give me a good time anyway or that tape becomes public
knowledge.  I might even be able to sell it."

This thought had obviously not crossed her tiny mind and she recoiled
in shock at the suggestion.

"You promised to give me the tape if I do it?" she mewled.

"I said I would, didn't I?  We never said anything about a condom when
we made our deal.  So you'll just have to do it without.  Oh shit,
look, it's gone floppy again, you better get your laughing gear around
that before it goes away completely.  Then when it's stiff you hop on
and give me the ride of my life or you'll regret it."

Her hesitation and obvious reluctance cranked my libido up by about
fifteen notches so when she eventually plunged her cunt down on me I
nearly blew there and then.  I had to grit my teeth and think of
football for a minute or so, while she bounced up and down
energetically.  

I don't think she enjoyed it.  Especially the bit where I shot my load
deep inside her.  She tried to get off but I held her down tightly as
I emptied my balls into her.

I loved it though, that was one good fuck.

Memorable you could say.

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

It was the excited chatter in my class that caught my attention.  If
something was firing up my fellow students so much then I felt that I
should be part of it.  Preferably in the middle collecting the money.

You could, I suppose, put this down to bare-faced arrogance.  Which it
was, in a way.  Let me ask you a question.  When did you ever meet a
teenager, boy or girl, who didn't think the world revolved around
them?  In many ways I was just a normal adolescent boy, albeit with a
few interesting little fillips to add to my private resume.  I'd more
than surpassed my doctorate in the university of life.

I caught the whisper and decided to follow a couple of boys down
behind the swimming pool and was absolutely amazed at what I found.

There were two Fifth form girls from Rhona's school, which put them
into the fifteen to sixteen age bracket, entertaining a group of boys.
When I say entertaining I mean that they were straddled, with their
skirts held high, while a boy delved frantically between their legs.
The other boys crowding around, shouting out encouragement.

My initial amazement gave way to blazing anger.  This was my idea.
Someone had stolen my idea.  My first thought was that it was Billy
but he was, deep down, too much of a coward to do this on his own.  So
who was it?

It certainly wasn't the girls themselves, judging by the looks on
their faces.  But then again there was no-one else around and they
were taking the money themselves.  Carelessly stuffing it into their
blazer pockets before slipping on a new pair of knickers and taking up
their shameful pose again.

I decided to hang around and follow them after the lunch-break was
over.  Luckily their lunch finished earlier than ours so I could go
right up to the entrance of their school if necessary and still have
time to scuttle back to my own without being late.

I didn't need to.  The red-faced girls mooched down the path towards
their school.  They were barely out of sight of the clearing when a
figure beckoned from the shadows with an outstretched hand.

The girls carefully placed the money into the palm of the hand then
ran off.  The figure stood counting the money for a second.  I could
see the fingers riffling through the notes.  Then she stepped forward
slightly so her face was momentarily exposed to the light.

It was Fiona.

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

"What is Fiona up to, Rhona?"

"How do you know?"  She was genuinely shocked.

"Just say I know everything," I answered smugly.  It always pays to
appear slightly omnipotent when dealing with your slaves.  It keeps
them off guard.  As you can see I was maturing fast.

"I've decided to get her to help me with recruitment."

"Are you planning to start an army?"

She looked at me sharply.  "It's for you, you know."

"I know, I was just curious that's all." I lay back on the bed, head
comfortably cushioned by my hands.  "So how many have you got now?"

She counted on her fingers.  "Fiona has two behind the pool, who
should be ready for panty training once they've been broken in..."

"Broken in?"

"Yes, they are still virgins."

"Cool!  How did you...  No, on second thoughts don't tell me."

She shrugged.  "I couldn't anyway.  They are Fiona's.  She got them."

"Neat.  So how you planning to break them in, as you put it?"

"I've talked to Phil and he suggested doing it on camera with a couple
of dildos.  A lesbian scene with a couple of girls losing their
cherries would go down a storm on the market, according to him.  I
thought a gang rape would be worth more."

I was silent for a moment.  I just couldn't believe that my sweet
little Rho could be so cold and unfeeling.  We had travelled quite a
way together in the last year or so.  Then I dismissed the thought as
my mind started to drift onto the possibilities.

"How'd you fancy going into the film business?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know the name of that director chap who directed you?"

She blushed crimson which was something that she hadn't managed in a
long time.  She struggled to compose herself and managed a strangled,
"Yes."

"Good!  Contact him.  We're going to make a movie."

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

Okay, that's it for Part 3.  Part 4 has been started, so watch out for
it.

Now for a little contest.  You've probably got some ideas about what
the girls look like.  You may even have photos in your hard-drive of
girls that resemble our heroines.

Tell you what, if you send me a photo or a drawing of any, or all of
the girls and I will send you Part 4 ahead of publication time.  I'll
also publish the pictures with the story in a binary newsgroup.
Finally, if your ideas match my own as far as looks are concerned,
I'll incorporate your ideas into the story and give you full credit.
Think of how much fun you could have.  For a start you could decide
how two innocent young 16 year olds are going to lose their cherries.
Lesbian tryst or gangbang? Maybe even another way.  It's your call,
you just send me those photos.

That sound fair or what?

Just remember:

Rhona is tall and slim with dark hair and a wide, beautiful smile.
She is a 34C and strikingly beautiful.

Fiona is a blonde-haired clone with fuller lips and bigger breasts.

Miss Cross is petite and pretty with a heart shaped face.

Ellen is around 5' with fluffy blond hair, blue eyes and an innocent,
almost angelic look.

As for the 2 sixteen years olds, you choose, except no Pedo.  These
girls are over the age of consent at least in the UK.

I think they call it interactive entertainment.

My email is theodore@spoonbender.demon.co.uk

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