7 comments/ 113578 views/ 31 favorites Dare Me Not Ch. 01 By: vexcave This is the first Chapter of what I'm hoping will be a series. I'm planning for more chapters, but would like to have some feedback in the meanwhile. ---------- Jonah Dawson droned on. Professor Dawson was everything you'd expect from a brilliant psychology professor, complete with an eccentric nature and a monotonous voice. He had an excellent mind and a quick wit, but sadly none of the delivery required to hold the rapt attention of his students. His Psych 101 class was having a hard time keeping up, or staying up; some students were blatantly sprawled over their desks. "The human mind is an amazing thing, so complex and wonderful. Yet, when we examine human actions and reactions, we find that 90% of all action is involuntary. Only 10% is actually done after careful consideration. The rest of the time, we act on impulse, as if guided by our inner animal." Scanning the class, he frowned, wondering why no one seemed to be interested in his lecture. A handful of students seemed to be looking in his general direction, the rest were buried in their cell phones and in the spines of their books. Well this will get their attention, he mused. "There will be a pop quiz tomorrow." He allowed a brief smile when five heads suddenly snapped up and Drew Carter, football jock extraordinaire, fell out of his chair in the process. Immediately, murmurs of discontent rippled through the class. One day to prepare for a test that no one understood anything about? "As I was saying, I have a few audio CDs of the course material that you will need to know for this test. If you want one, you can collect them on the way out." "Who'd be interested to listen to more of you?" Drew was finally awake and off the floor. The class burst into muted laughter, swiftly silenced by the scowl on Professor Dawson's face. "Seeing as how this will be 25% of your grade, it might be prudent to be interested, Mister Carter. But since I noticed how engrossed you were in your textbook, I think you're probably more than amply prepared." Drew Carter stood up to snarl back a retort, but was cut off by the bell. What was previously a scene of dopey-eyed students was now bustling with life as everyone leapt out of their chairs and headed for the door. A few students paused by the professor's table to grab a CD. Janine rolled her eyes. This class was a tough one, not because it was boring material, but it was hard to absorb. Her first year in college was proving to be a sizeable leap from the relative ease of high school. She would definitely need to get a CD to prepare for the quiz. Janine Tyler wasn't tall, wasn't leggy, wasn't overly athletic, wasn't disproportionately endowed, wasn't a head-turner by many accounts. She had wavy hair always done up in a strict ponytail, brown eyes hidden behind spectacles and her 5'5" frame always modestly covered. She wasn't the type of girl to get much attention at all. She wasn't ugly though, there just weren't that many guys interested in the mousy look she championed. Making her way to the front, she watched as the last CD was snatched up by the reluctant Drew Carter. Drew wasn't happy that he had to take one, but he knew that without it he'd have little chance in passing. That left Janine without a copy. "Looks like you're without a copy, Miss Tyler." Professor Dawson noted. "I believe I still have another copy in my office." Janine meekly nodded and followed him out. She was expecting his office to be an utter mess and was truly surprised to see that it was almost immaculate. Books and papers were neatly stacked and filed, and apart from a coffee cup in the middle of his desk, nothing looked out of place at all. The professor shuffled into the room and started rummaging behind the desk. "It looks like I am all out of copies..." Janine was getting flustered when continued. "Well you can take my original copy." He offered her a nondescript disc in a green plastic case. "I will want this back." He stressed the 'will' and she stammered her gratitude and made her way out. "Janine!" She turned at the sound of Natasha Partridge, her friend from high school. "What did Dawson want?" Natasha was blonde and leggy and Drew's girlfriend. She wasn't a cheerleader, and Drew seemed concerned that she would join and made her promise never to be one, saying he didn't want all the other guys to see her that way. Sounded like he wanted her all to himself. "He didn't want anything; I needed a copy of this CD for the test tomorrow." "Hmm, Drew was just going on about that! Said he wouldn't be able to meet up tonight since he had to listen to that disc. I highly doubt he'd listen, but he said he needed the night off. Are you still on for the mall after school tomorrow?" Janine considered it a while. "Sure, I should be done listening to this tonight. I won't be able to stay late though, the test is ..." "Great!" Natasha bounded off, leaving Janine mid-sentence. "Great." Janine repeated, turning the CD case over in her hands. ---------- Her parents were never home. Ever since her mother took that patent infringement case and her father started longer hours at the workshop, Janine frequently returned to an empty house. Her older brother Damien had moved to another state for college, and since finding a girlfriend, hardly ever came home. Reaching her room, she tossed her bag into the corner, and plopped into bed, exhausted for no reason at all. Professor Dawson came to mind, nagging her about the 25 marks she would stand to lose and her eyes flew open. Dammit. Loading her CD player, she put her earphones on and tried to focus on the many theories being thrown at her. Between Piaget and some other French philosopher, she succumbed to her fatigue. ---------- She jolted awake to her mother calling her name from downstairs. How many hours had it been? It was now dark outside, and probably well past dinner. Ripping the earphones off, she headed to the kitchen, noticing that the disc still seemed to be playing though she couldn't hear anything. "Hi Mum." "Hi honey, how was school?" "Alright. I've a pop quiz tomorrow." "Oh you'll do fine! You've always been a smart girl." Janine mouthed the last sentence in sync. Her mother was an excellent mother, but they just never bonded. Conversations had been reduced to trite pleasantries being passed around as a courtesy. It was sad. "Have you seen your father?" "No, I felt rather tired after school so I slept most of the afternoon away." "You poor thing." "Sure." Her mother continued to bustle about, preparing a late dinner which generally involved a microwave and pre-packaged food made with assorted unknown meat. The phone rang and Janine left the stale conversation, thankful for the distraction. "Hello." "Hey Janine, I've been calling you all afternoon!" Natasha never seemed to run out of energy. "I'm sorry, I dozed off after listening to Prof Dawson." Janine mumbled her excuse. "He's so boring isn't he? Drew always..." Natasha continued on relentless, now firmly entrenched in her retelling of Drew's distaste for the Psych Professor. Janine simply 'mm-ed' at the appropriate moments to show that she was still alive. "So I bought a couple of skirts and there was this one skirt that I found that was so... Hey, are you still there?" Janine shook her head. It wasn't like her to be dozing off. "Yeah, yeah I'm here." "Are you alright?" Natasha sounded sincerely worried. "I don't know, Nat. I'm feeling really tired today for some reason. I wonder if..." "So as I was saying," Natasha cut her off. "You should wear that skirt we bought during summer. You know, the blue one with the white trim." Janine knew the one. They had been shopping a few weeks ago and she had bought the skirt on a whim. It was a nice skirt, and had looked good on her, but didn't fit into her normal dress code: t-shirt and jeans. "I don't know, Nat." Janine repeated. "I hardly wear skirts." "Nonsense. You'd look great in it." "Well..." "Look, take it as a challenge. I dare you to wear the skirt." Natasha wasn't giving up. Something seemed to click in her mind and Janine found herself replying "I'll do it!" with a conviction that seemed out of place, yet felt right. "That's the way! You should dress up more. You'll get more attention." Janine wasn't convinced, but strangely she felt convinced. She brushed it off, she'd decide depending on how she felt the next morning. ---------- Next morning came, and Janine stared at herself in her full-length mirror. She felt like it was a t-shirt and jeans day, but found herself grabbing the blue and white skirt the moment she opened her closet. Standing in front of the mirror she modelled the skirt. The light blue cotton skirt hugged her hips and butt before flaring out. The white lace trim skipped the tops of her knees. It wasn't exposing, but was certainly flattering, and accentuated her curves like none of her jeans ever did. She twirled in front of the mirror. She could see the outline of her panties, trapped under the tight fabric, but couldn't bring herself to change out of the skirt. It felt like she just had to wear that skirt. She shrugged on a t-shirt and headed off to school. School somehow felt different. Perhaps it was the sudden rush of attention that she received, the girls that stopped her to comment on how great the skirt was, or the guys that stopped to nudge each other. Who's that, and could we have not seen her and that ass before now? Who'd have thought that Janine Tyler had such a nice butt hidden under those shapeless jeans? Janine was slightly flustered by the unfamiliar popularity. Two random guys had said hello and she had only blushed and walked on. A third stopped her and she was thankful when she saw Natasha in the distance and used it as an excuse to leave. "Wow Janine, you look amazing." Natasha circled her, admiring. "I thought you wouldn't do it, but here you are." "It was a tough decision, but here I am." "I was pretty sure you wouldn't dare." A brief tingle shot down Janine's spine. "Of course I would!" "And you certainly did! So have you been getting a lot of attention?" Natasha lowered her voice conspiratorially. "Yes, I have no idea how you deal with it!" Janine groused. "Well, if you have it, flaunt it! I'd hate to look back after 20 years and realise I never enjoyed it." Janine didn't press the point that Natasha's mother was still looking fabulous 20 years on. They say it's all in the genes. "Anyway I'll see you after school!" Janine headed to her locker to grab her books before the first class. There was five minutes to the first class and not many people were around. The students enjoyed being late for the first lesson of the day anyway. She just opened her locker when suddenly she felt a hand on her butt. Shocked, she dropped her sling bag and wheeled around to see the smirking face of Brad Wheeler and another guy. Brad was a second-year student, the school quarterback, charming and rich. He was also slimy and repugnant and a creep in the eyes of most girls on campus. "What have we here?" Brad hand was still latched on to her butt. Janine gripped his wrist and tried to wrench it away, but he was taller and much stronger. "Let go of me, you creep." Janine responded lamely. "Or what? You can't prance around in this lovely skirt and not expect attention? I'm giving you the attention you want, you should be thanking me." He continued the pressure on her butt, dragging her towards him with one arm. Soon she was crushed against his body and she could feel his bulge pressing against her belly. His breath was hot and heavy. They were in school! She beat her arms against him futilely, praying he'd let go. His friend just laughed. "Such a nice ass. It makes us all want a piece of that." He reached out to maul her other cheek. He had bigger hands, Janine thought as his fingers pierced into her butt flesh. She continued to writhe and struggle in their grasp, inadvertently grinding her body against Brad. Her skirt crept up with every move. "Hey Brad, it looks like she's enjoying herself. She's practically rubbing herself on you! What a slut!" remarked the friend, constantly squeezing her ass and driving her against Brad. Janine was mortified, suddenly realising the position she was in. Her skirt was almost up to her crotch. It threatened to ride up all the way, and if it weren't so tight, it might have already. "Yeah Denny, I'm sure she'd appreciate a sandwich." With a wink, Denny with the big hands moved his crotch to rest between her ass cheeks. Janine reddened and he started to dry hump through her clothes. Brad's hands had moved to her hips as he started to move too. "We sure lucked out today." Brad sneered. Janine felt trapped. There was no way they were going to let go. Both guys were easily a foot taller and probably twice her size. She yelped when she felt Denny's hands on her 34C breasts. "Bet she can't wriggle your way out of this one." Denny remarked. Her hands were in motion before her mind registered what was said. Her small fists stopped pounding Brad's chest and the right one connected firmly against the Denny's chin, taking him by surprise, releasing her. He took a few steps back and she whipped around, connecting Brad's cheek with her left elbow. Brad grunted with surprise and brought a hand to his bruised cheek. He raised a hand to slap her but she ducked it and elbowed him in the gut. Denny recovered and reached from behind her, and lifted her off the floor, pinned her arms to her sides. Janine's mind was a blank as she kicked him in the shin before kneeing him in the ribs. It was almost like an out-of-body experience. Freed from his grip, Janine stood legs apart and arms up in front in an unfamiliar martial arts stance. Brad was about to jump her when a voice cut through her haze. "Janine, it's almost time for our class. Hello Brad, Denny." Drew was ten feet away, and approaching. Brad looked around and cursed something colourful. More people were showing up to access their lockers. Weighing their odds, Brad and Denny slinked away. "Janine, are you alright?" Janine was shaking. For some reason, she was now remembering what had happened. "What did they do to you?" "What did you see?" She asked, her voice quivering. Please don't say you were watching. "I saw you circled by those two guys and figured you needed some backup." "Thanks." Her memory was hazy, but her tender elbows and butt cheeks reminded her that was no dream. "By the way, that's a pretty skirt. Did you get it with Nat?" "Yeah, I wore it today on a dare." She smoothed the skirt down. "A dare?" Drew cocked an eyebrow. TO BE CONTINUED Dare Me Not Ch. 02 Please read Ch.1 to see what has led up to Janine's current predicament. This is a continuation of the previous chapter, though it can be read on its own. Again, I would appreciate any feedback. ---------- Janine's face was flushed. Her heart was pounding triple-time and she felt faint. Drew Carter and she continued towards their psychology class with Prof. Dawson, both silent. I hope he didn't see that. The 'that' in question was an obscene encounter with Brad Wheeler and two of his friends barely three minutes ago. Janine had escaped, somehow, though she had no idea how it all happened. Everything still felt like a blur. Get your head in the game! Drew was walking a few steps behind her. Janine seemed very out of it today. For some reason she didn't seem as clear headed as she usually was. Walking behind her, it was hard not to notice her skirt, a light blue cotton one that seemed moulded on her. It definitely fit very well, and was nothing like her usual t-shirt and jeans look. And she had worn it on a dare by Nat. Natasha was Drew's girlfriend and Janine's best friend. She would have looked amazing it that skirt, he thought. Natasha was taller and had legs to die for. Janine's legs weren't so bad either. Her ass was definitely A grade. Why hadn't I noticed that before? He looked away quickly, searching for something else to focus on. "Did you manage to listen to Prof. Dawson's CD yesterday?" Drew broke the silence. "It was so dry and it took a lot not to toss it out the window." She licked her lips and cleared her throat to calm herself. "I think I did. Though I fell asleep halfway and don't remember much of it at all." "Well don't they say the mind is still awake while the body is asleep? You probably listened to it all and absorbed every word that was said." "I hope so. Or I'd be losing 25% of my final grade in the next hour." They turned the corner to Professor Dawson's trademark scowl. "Mister Carter and Miss Tyler, you're just in time." He had a stack of papers in one hand and was beginning to hand them out. The Psychology pop quiz. The next hour went by in a blur. Most of the students were frantic, having studied all night to grasp the difficult subject matter. Jonah Dawson seemed to look on in glee at the furrowed brows and nervous pen biting. Everyone seemed on edge except Janine Tyler. Janine looked ridiculously calm in the raging sea of anxiety around her. She read the questions and wrote with nary a facial expression. She only looked up when Prof Dawson announced that the time was up. Only then she realised that he had been watching her like a hawk. She fidgeted for the first time in an hour and he finally looked away to collect the quiz papers from the grousing class. "That was almost impossible!" Drew exclaimed. "I don't think I could have passed it even if I had a week to prepare!" Janine shook the cobwebs out of her head. This seemed to happening rather often lately. Why can't I focus? She mumbled something about how it seemed to pass so fast, and not remembering much about the test. "Lucky you, I was sweating it out. Uh-oh don't look now, Dawson's a coming." Drew nodded in the direction of the approaching professor. "Miss Tyler. Did you bring my CD back?" Oh no, Janine thought. I knew I forgot something this morning. "I left it at home; could I pass it to you tomorrow?" "Make sure you do. I'll be in my office tomorrow after school." "Um, sure." Prof. Dawson seemed satisfied with her response and left the room. Drew let out a breath. "What was that about?" "You took the last CD yesterday, so the prof gave me his original copy. He wanted it back." Janine shrugged it off. "Still heading to the mall after school? Nat said to remind you that she'll be at the library until you're done. She finishes an hour early." "Yeah, sure." "Don't you dare be late! She seemed rather insistent." Janine's ears perked up on the word 'dare'. "I won't be late." She replied, heading for her next class. ---------- The rest of the day was uneventful. Janine still received many compliments on her skirt, but steered clear of groups of males. They definitely didn't steer clear of her, some even whistling their appreciation as they passed in the hallways. The cotton skirt wasn't sheer or anything, but it was really tight across her hips and butt. It made her ass stand out and the skirt design cupped her at the right place to give her even more definition. This skirt is trouble. The skirt had been trouble. Her mind wandered, unbidden, to the memory of Brad Wheeler. He had forcefully grabbed her ass and grinded his - she blushed - against her. And his friend Denny had come up from behind and.... What a morning. Janine put her hands to her cheeks. Her face felt so hot, and her hands felt like ice in comparison. What were they had they done, in broad daylight, in school, to her? Just the memory of it caused her to shudder. It also made her shudder to think of Brad's hard cock rubbing against her belly as she fought to get away. It had been very hard, hadn't it? And Denny's cock between her ass cheeks had also been hard. Her breaths started to slow and get laborious. It was a strange foreign sensation, she felt sick, yet felt good. She must be feeling under the weather. She wasn't very experienced, in fact not experienced at all. Her one boyfriend in her 18 years had been a pimply nerd called Spencer who was more interested in StarCraft than in her. And that was when she was 14. They kissed a grand total of four times before she decided that all boys were useless and a waste of time. She'd rather focus on studying, she had told him. He hadn't complained. She didn't look Protoss enough or something like that. But Spencer had never touched her like Brad had. No one had. She hadn't either. She squirmed in her seat, her vivid imagination running over the scene again and again. It raced at breakneck speed to the point where the two guys were rubbing themselves into her belly and ass and then the video replayed again. It was like a broken VHS that kept repeating the same four scenes. Brad grabbed her ass in front of the lockers. He pulled her toward his crotch. Denny moved behind her. She fought futilely as they dry humped her from both sides. And again. Her eyes grew wider and wider and her breaths shallower and shallower. Her mind was a total blank. She could hear Professor whats-her-face talking but not a word was getting in. Unconsciously, her hands gripped her pen and notepad. What is this feeling? It's like my skin's on fire. No, it's not my skin, it's under my skin, it's, it's... The school bell rang, and at that instant it was like someone had dragged her to a cliff and thrown her over the edge. She clenched the pen and screwed her eyes shut as a strange beautiful sensation washed over her. She clenched her thighs together, unconsciously rocking into her seat. Her mouth opened on its own and she let out a soft sigh, or was it a moan? All around her, her classmates were shuffling out the door, making plans to enjoy the rest of the beautiful day. Janine remained in her seat, taking heaving breaths. Whatever that was, it felt so good. She felt the need to head to the washroom but as she stood unsteadily to her feet, a different compulsion came over her. She HAD to go the library. She COULD NOT be late! She hesitated just a brief moment before tossing all her things into her sling bag and charging out to the library, her need to stop by the ladies' room overcome by a sudden sense of purpose. There was no time. ---------- It was one minute to three, and Natasha had been in the library reading nothing in particular for almost an hour. Janine loved to dawdle and was hardly ever on time whenever they were to meet. Natasha was particularly surprised to see Janine approaching, almost at a full run. "Woah, woah, slow down!" Natasha held her hand up as Janine doubled over in front of her, completely out of breath. "I'm - not - late" was all that Janine could muster between breaths. "No, you're not." Natasha glanced at her watch incredulously. Janine was actually right on time! "Well since you're here, let's go." "Wait, I need to catch my breath." "You can catch it in the car." The mall wasn't very far, but Natasha wasn't about to walk back to pick her car after shopping. No, the car needed to be right next to the mall. She was very curious about her friend's semi-marathon, but those questions could wait. Walking behind Janine to the main entrance of the mall, Natasha remarked, "Janine, you've a dark spot on your skirt. I think you might have sat on something. I hope it's not ketchup or something that I left on the seat." Mortified, Janine whirled around and saw the dark stain on the seat of her skirt. How.. where.. when? She blushed as she remembered. Didn't she decide that she had to go to the washroom? Whatever happened to that thought? Janine adjusted her sling bag to have it cover the spot as Natasha continued, "I think you need to wear it with a different set of panties. These ones show too clearly under this skirt." And show they did. The skirt was skin tight around her hips and the entire outline of her panties was visible. Janine couldn't remember if they were that tight to begin with, but they certainly looked it now. "You need to wear them with seamless panties. I remember I got a few from that store, you remember the one with..." Natasha carried on, self-absorbed, walking ahead of her. "I don't have any." Janine mumbled. "What!" Natasha spun around, hands on hips in mock shock. "We can't have that young lady. We need to get you set up!" Janine could barely mouth any disagreement before being dragged into the mall. ---------- Janine didn't particularly like shopping. She felt nothing really fit her, and nothing was ever her style - except for t-shirts to go with her three pairs of jeans. It's not like she didn't have money. Her father owned a car repair workshop and her mother was a lawyer. She just didn't care for shopping. Natasha was completely in her element though. They were now in the lingerie store that Natasha had been singing praises for. She was chatting with the salesgirl, who had an overly cheerful disposition and a tag which read 'Hi, I'm Heather'. Heather looked Janine's way and clucked when she saw the visible panty lines. "Women don't need to show those," Heather chided. "We should keep everything looking smooth, and keep the hip curve unbroken." She ran her hands down the sides of Janine's hips to accentuate her point. Janine jumped at the sudden touch. Heather merely chuckled and led her to a whole range of seamless panties. "Why don't you try this, this and this?" Natasha seemed engrossed in some other designs and waved Janine on. Janine was led to the back of the store where the changing rooms were. There were three rooms, and one was already occupied. Stepping into an empty room and closing the door, she stared at the three reflections of her. Her panty was showing through the skirt quite a bit wasn't it? She dropped her bag on the floor and turned around to see the damage. The wet spot wasn't overly large, actually pretty small she considered, but it was very dark against the light blue material. She slipped off her heels, and tugged at the zipper on the skirt. It was a tight fit, she thought as she wriggled her way out of the skirt, letting it pool to the floor at her feet. But she had to admit it looked good on her. Skirt out of the way, she stared in shock at her still soppy panties. It might not have leaked out during class, but sitting in Natasha's car must have transferred some of the fluid to the skirt. Why was it so wet though? Janine was pretty naive in most things, especially when it came to her body. A long time ago, when Natasha and her friends started filling out and Janine didn't, she simply dismissed it and decided that it wasn't worth the energy to be as 'well-informed' as her peers. Studies came first was the family motto, and the result was an eighteen-year-old with no experience of masturbation or pleasure of any sort. Sure she had heard Natasha talk about it like a pro, but she had never paid much attention. Natasha talked too much anyway. So now faced with a wet pair of panties and three fresh ones to try, Janine grimaced. It felt dirty, like she had peed in her pants, and she had smeared some of that stuff on her skirt no less. Hooking her fingers through the waistband and pulling down, the room was filled with a curious odour. It smelt sweet, yet strong. It must be her panties, she thought, but how would she know? She slowly raised her panties to her nose, all the while noticing the smell getting stronger. She took a sniff and the memory of the classroom returned to her. She shuddered involuntarily and felt a familiar pressure starting to build. Deciding not to put the panties back on again, she threw them into her bag and rummaged for tissues. She had to clean herself before trying the new panties on. She noticed with disgust that some of her juices had started to dribble down her leg now that her panties weren't there to absorb them. She wiped her thighs in fluid sweeps and extracted a fresh tissue. Bringing her hand to her crotch ellicited a soft moan from her lips. It was so wet! The tissue was getting soaked by the second, and she could feel her fingers right through it. Wherever she was touching, it felt good. She continued to dab away at the same spot, drying it as best she could. Soon, it felt like it was getting wetter and the tissue was soaked through. Grabbing another tissue, she decided to wipe further down. She moved the tissue across her nether lips towards her anus and she jumped. There was a lot to clean here too so it seemed. Her fluids had been saturated in her panties for almost 15 minutes up until now, and there was so much so much cleaning required. She felt the heat stirring up beneath her skin as she rubbed the tissue up and down her lips. There's so much to clean, so much to clean. This tissue was now too wet to use, and had begun falling apart, but Janine continued the motion and the pressure. She was oblivious to it anyway, her mind blank with the need to wipe herself. Something within her commanded her to clean, to move, and keep moving. "Is everything alright, miss?" Heather was outside the changing room door, and her voice snapped Janine out of her trance. "Um yeah," Janine stammered. "I need a moment more." "Would you like to show me how it works with the skirt?" came the cheerful question. Janine looked at the crumbling piece of tissue in her hand and noticed that her crotch had turned a lively shade of pink from her cleaning. What was I doing? Satisfied that her privates were clean enough, she quickly yanked on the nearest panty, a satin black panty, and proceeded to wriggle her way back into the skirt. Thankfully, the wet spot on the skirt had dried sufficiently so it was no longer visible. She paused for a moment, and opened the door of the changing room. Heather was at the door with a plastic grin on her face. "How does it feel?" "Well, it looks a lot better," Janine conceded, turning to see herself in the three mirrors. She was beginning to understand Natasha's and Heather's initial horror at her displayed panty. Now her butt was smooth, firmly encased in cotton with no hint that she was even wearing panties! Her breath caught in her throat as she imagined Brad's fingers digging into her cheeks. "Yes it looks much better from the back now," Heather concurred. "It also doesn't draw as much attention from the sides or front either." Natasha's head came into view and she whistled her approval. "You know, you could be totally naked under that and no one would know any better." "I would," objected Janine, though the thought had already crossed her mind once. "So will you be taking all three panties?" Heather interjected, sensing correctly that the prospect of the sale was suddenly dimmer. "Yes she will," responded Natasha before Janine could get a word in edgewise. She stuck her tongue out when Janine scowled at her. Hopefully this would be the only thing she was buying in this trip. But it wasn't. Excited with the success of getting Janine into a skirt, Natasha was going to push her to try more clothes. Janine may not be adventurous, but she was definitely up to a dare wasn't she? Janine found herself buying an off-the-shoulder top, a knee-length flare skirt and a wrap skirt that ended at mid-thigh. Natasha seemed rather persuasive today, and Janine found herself unable to disagree. In fact, Janine felt that she really wanted to buy those clothes. She couldn't remember why she wasn't keen in the first place. It felt like she had always wanted to buy those clothes. Natasha should definitely go into sales and marketing. "No more," begged Janine. She may have been a willing partner when it came time to pay, but she still had no interest in shopping. Her feet were killing her and she had to stop and bend over. She usually wore shoes or flats with her jeans, but since she was wearing a skirt, she felt she had to wear something with a heel. 1 inch, white, no frills. And very painful at the moment. "My feet are aching!" "Oh come on, I bet you can last another hour at least!" Natasha was three feet in front, marching with a strong sense of purpose, forcing Janine to keep up. That tingle again. Janine was beginning to recognise that little sensation running along her spine. It was like a light went off in her brain and immediately she straightened up. The pain in her feet - gone. She felt she had more energy, at least for another hour. Natasha seemed surprised but dismissed it. "You need better heels, girl! If you never wear heels, you'll never get used to them. I'm glad you wore heels today, they make your legs look better." Natasha was already guiding them towards a shoe store. "Sure, but I'm not going to wear one of your three inch heels." Janine felt she needed to get her opinion in before Natasha managed to magically overrule her. "Let's meet in the middle at 2 inches." Natasha was already talking with a cute male staff at the store. "Ivan, my friend here needs a nice pair of heels, at least two inches. She's a size 6." Ivan scurried off and returned with two pairs. The first one was white with pink highlights. It had a two inch heel, and looked very pretty. Ivan must have gotten some hint from Natasha that two inches was a minimum and had brought a three inch black strappy heel. She tried the white and pink one first, and found it to be gorgeous. It was very much her style, just taller. She smiled as she admired them in the mirror. The black pair seemed very tall for her. She could feel the muscles in her calves beginning to stretch and tone, especially after a whole day of walking. From the corner of her eye, she saw Ivan's eyes widen and crinkle, obviously pleased about something. She followed his gaze, and realised that he was checking her ass out. The three inches had forced her onto her toes, and her ass was now well extended. Coupled with the seamless panties and the tight skirt, the entire curve of her ass was perfectly framed. Janine shifted, uncomfortable with the attention. Natasha sidled up to her and whispered in her ear, "Ivan's pretty turned on!" Janine's gaze subconsciously flicked from his eyes to his crotch and she started. A small tent had formed in his dress slacks, and she knew why. Natasha giggled and said conspiratorially in a low voice, "Let's see if we can get a discount!" "Huh, how?" "You'll have to follow my lead." Natasha had an evil grin that made Janine worry. "Oh Ivan, those heels look so good on her, don't they?" Entranced, Ivan nodded slowly before snapping back to sales mode. "Yes indeed. They fit her feet perfectly." Smooth, Natasha thought, you're not focusing on what else is perfect about them. Dare Me Not Ch. 02 "Hmm, they seem a little loose though. Maybe it's just the buckles. How much are they?" "This pair is $75." "Janine won't you bend over to adjust the left buckle to see if that will make it fit better." True enough, there was a little bit of slack on the left side. Bend over? I'm having trouble balancing here. These heels are way too high. Janine leaned forward, shaking precariously, as she tried to reach her left ankle. She could probably have sat down to do it, but Nat seemed to have a plan. As Janine bent over, her ass stuck out all the more. She really did have a fine one, Natasha thought. She watched as Ivan's mouth opened slightly before pursing shut again. I've got him! "Oh my Janine, it looks like you're not wearing anything under the skirt!" She exclaimed. Janine turned two shades redder as did Ivan. Fortunately the shop was pretty empty, but it almost seemed like Natasha had shouted it for all the world to hear. Ivan's cock leapt at the thought, the tent in his pants rising. Thankfully, she was looking away from him, so she wouldn't see it. And that gave him a great view of her protruded ass, he thought. Shocked, Janine tried to stand too abruptly, causing her to lose her balance. Still bent halfway over, she started to topple. Ivan, who was behind her, shouted a warning, but it was too late, Janine felt her feet move from under her. She braced herself for a clumsy impact, but instead felt Ivan's hands grab her hips from behind to stabilise her. She gasped as Ivan seemed to lift her back onto her feet, still bent over at the waist. She stammered a nervous thank-you and continued to work on the left buckle. Ivan did not seem to be in a hurry to release her, and her face was getting hot from the obscene image and close proximity. She wobbled upright and looked over her shoulder at Ivan and smiled. Ivan seemed reluctant and lingered a little longer before returning the smile and letting go. What a great day, he thought. "Gosh Ivan, thank God you caught her. She's so clumsy! I bet she'd be unable to stand on those for a while!" Tingle. Janine's legs turned to jelly as Natasha finished and she fell backwards. Ivan was taken by surprise as she fell against him, and they reeled backwards a few steps until he collided with a shoe rack. The ass that had captured his imagination was now firmly pressed against his cock, and Janine seemed unable to move. She whimpered, feeling a hard intrusion between her butt cheeks for the second time today. She struggled to regain her balance, but it only served to drive his cock deeper into her ass crack. Natasha looked on in shock. My, wasn't Janine daring? The picture was very erotic, Janine tight ass rubbing against Ivan's exploding erection. Ivan was equally shocked and had his hands back at her waist, for support and possibly to keep her from moving away. "Help, my legs," Janine managed to get out. "It's like there is no more strength in them." Her legs gave way completely, and she began to fall, sliding down the length of Ivan. His hands and her hips moved upwards and momentarily caught her breasts before catching her under her arms. He lifted and tried to get her to her feet, but they wouldn't take her weight. With Natasha's help, they literally had to carry her to the nearest chair. Janine kept her embarrassment between her hands. Why is all this happening to me today? Natasha sensed an opening. "Ivan, we'd love to get that pair, is there any way you could lower the price for her? Perhaps an employee's discount?" Ivan nodded mutely, his mind still reeling from the lewd picture a few minutes prior. If his boss ever found out, he might get into trouble. "I bet you're feeling much better now Janine. Can you stand?" Janine tried to stand again, with a firm arm on a nearby rack, worried for another spill. It was strange. All feelings of weakness had disappeared, in fact, her legs felt strong and she felt much better. They walked to the counter where they bought the shoes with a 50% discount. Natasha grinned at Janine as they left the store. "I never thought you had it in you! You played Ivan so well." Janine flushed. "I wasn't trying to do anything. There was something wrong with my legs, they seemed to have no strength in them at all." "And yet you are walking perfectly fine now. In the three inches no less." Natasha pointed out. It was true. In the flurry, Janine hadn't bothered to change out of the shoes, and was walking about in them. She enjoyed the extra height they gave them, and it felt like her view of the world had changed with this pair of shoes. "Maybe it was the buckle after all," Natasha dismissed. "I really think that's enough for the day," Janine groaned. It had been a really difficult day. "No, no. We've got to get you a nice dress." "What for? It's pretty much the first day I've worn a skirt in ages. I'm not about to wear a dress!" "All the more reason you need a dress. I saw the perfect one just last week and I bet once you've tried it on you'll feel sexy and you'll love it." Tingle. "I don't know..." "Last shop and we'll call it a day." Janine was already being pulled along. ---------- "I love it," Janine conceded. Now in a beautiful chocolate halter dress, she somehow had to love it. The décolletage was not very deep, but much deeper than most tops Janine had ever worn. It was satiny cotton and soft on the skin, and it sat perfectly on her. There was a belt of the same material that cinched her waist and the skirt flared out from there to end an inch above her knee. Still in the black heels, her legs looked better than they had ever before. She turned in front of the mirrors, admiring the look. They were in the hallway of the dressing rooms, and Natasha nodded as if to say "I told you so". The sales guy behind Natasha nodded in agreement. "It looks great, but I think you've got the wrong bra on." Spoiling the picture was Janine's nondescript white bra. The back of the dress was a full inch lower than her bra clasps. "You should take it off and see how it looks." "Can't you imagine? I'm not used to it," Janine pleaded, knowing she'd somehow lose. "Come on, I dare you. It's not all that scary." Janine's hands were on her right bra strap, pulling it down over her shoulder. Her mind barely registered as she slipped her right arm out, and started on her left. Natasha opened her mouth, intending to say that they were not alone, but Janine was moving pretty quickly. Both straps off her arms, she reached behind and deftly undid the clasps. Behind Natasha, Matt's jaw dropped. This girl was blatantly taking her bra off. Sure it was somewhat private, the changing rooms were empty and no one could see except her friend and him, but wow. Janine's hand dipped into her cleavage and yanked the bra out. Janine's mind caught up when she had her bra in her right hand. Suddenly feeling embarrassed, she whirled around to hide her bra in her bag. Her nervousness and embarrassment added a dash of colour to her cheeks and made her even more aware of her unsupported breasts. She struggled to calm herself as adrenaline pumped through her veins. Every motion seemed to cause the fabric to rub against her exposed nipples, up and down and along the sides. Even breathing seemed to cause the dress to caress her. It was such a lovely dress. She felt hot and... sexy. It was a strange feeling, but Nat had said she'd feel that way. Matt's eyes were clearly drawn to Janine's heaving chest. He was beginning to see the outline of her nipples poking against the fabric. She's getting aroused by the dress. He would love to touch those breasts and pinch those nipples. He sensed his arousal growing and it was beginning to show. Natasha's cell phone sounded and she turned away from Janine to answer it. "Oh hi Brad, where are you? Uh-huh. Wait a moment." Turning back to Janine she asked, "Janine would you be okay here? Brad wants to meet up; he's at the Starbucks at the other end of the mall." "Sure go ahead, I'll see you there when I've decided whether to buy this lovely dress." "You should, it looks great. I bet you won't regret it." "I won't regret it. I love it and it makes me feel so sexy." Where did that come from? Oh, yes, Nat had told me that earlier. Natasha gave her a quizzical look before return to Brad on her cell phone and walking out of the store. Matt took a step closer. Business seemed slow today and he had time on his hands. "Is there anything else I can help you with, miss?" "No, not really," Janine replied. She turned as he continued. "It's such a lovely dress, isn't it? I bet you will love the way it feels on your skin. It's such good material." Janine gasped. Suddenly her senses were swamped with a heightened sense of the dress. She could feel it swishing against her thighs, caressing her hips and waist, moulding against her breasts, stroking her neck. It felt so good. She shuddered involuntarily, her body reacting to something she couldn't understand. Her nipples were at full attention now. They poked out defiantly through the fabric of the dress, and Matt felt a wave of lust hit him. "What..?" Janine floundered, her attention solely on how great the dress felt on her skin. She quivered slightly and the dress responded by whispering over her ass, clawing at her back and tweaking her now erect nipples. Matt was shocked. What had happened? A moment ago she seemed docile and now she seemed like she was being fondled... by the dress! What is going on? Intent on testing his theory, he continued, "Wouldn't it feel good if you weren't wearing anything but the dress?" "What are you saying?" Janine responded, totally caught up in ecstacy. That didn't work. What about...? "I bet you would feel even better if you weren't wearing anything but the dress and your heels." Janine's hands moved slowly down her thighs and up beneath the dress. Matt sucked in a breath as they came back down with the black seamless panties in tow. The panties had only made it to her knees when she started to shudder. A whole new wave of sensations washed over her. The dress was now clinging to her pelvis, and like little fingers they stroked her. She wriggled the panties to her ankles, the motion causing even more distress to her nipples and breasts. Lifting her leg to step out of them brought the dress to rest against her inner thigh, sending yet another flash flood of excitement to her overloaded brain. Matt stood back to enjoy the view. Janine was practically writhing in the corridor. She was hidden from the view of the public outside the store, and since there was no one else in the store, this show was all for him. "I bet you want to touch yourself now," he commanded. In a flash, her hands moved on their own. Inexperienced as she was, her body knew exactly what needed to be touched. Her left hand cupped her breast while her right hand went south. She let out a moan as her finger found her clit and tapped it gently through the dress. Ivan let out a low whistle as Janine writhed under her own touch. There was definitely something about this girl, he thought. She seemed to respond very well to bets. If she was just playing with him, how far would she keep up her game? "I bet you would prefer it if I touched you instead." He watched her intently, with bated breath. She continued her own ministrations, lost in her own world as if she hadn't heard what he said. Did it work? "Miss," he started, touching her shoulder. Janine shrieked as his mere touch brought forth a huge orgasm. Afraid someone would come by to check out what had happened, he grabbed her by the shoulders and moved her into a cubicle. Matt put up a washroom break sign and returned to the cubicle, locking the door behind him. The cubicle was spacious with mirrors on three walls. Janine leant back against one of them, still gasping for air. She felt so good, and could feel her dampness between her legs. Matt watched her like a hawk about to descend on prey before speaking. "How do you feel?" "I feel strange. Queer. It's a strange feeling. I don't know. Help me," she begged. "How can I help you?" "I don't know, I don't know. It felt really good when you touched my shoulder." "And if I touched here?" His hand moved towards her breast and she lurched forward as if her breast was drawn to his touch. Such a nice big hand. Strangely, it didn't feel foreign like it did that morning with Denny. She thrust her breast out, as if to try to get as much contact with his hand as possible. Finally, he thought, I've been looking forward to this. He squeezed her breast through the dress, pausing to toy with her rock-hard nipple. She moaned again. Her nipples must be pretty sensitive. "What's happening to me? I don't like... no, I love this, but I'm not like this. What's going on?" Janine murmured, caught up in lust. Matt spun her around so her back was to him. This brought another wave of pleasure through her as she connected with his chest, his hips, his crotch. Both his hands were now stroking the smooth fabric at her breasts. It sent shockwave after shockwave to her core, and she sensed something stirring down there. "Would you prefer my direct touch?" He asked. She didn't stop moving against him, but her mind had derived a conclusion. Reaching up behind her neck, she untied the knot of the halter and the two ends came fluttering down. Seems like she doesn't only respond to direct commands. Her mind is still processing and deciding things. Matt could care less about the details, his hands now directly kneading her breasts. They weren't big by any stretch, but they were a good size. Her nipples were dark against her fair skin, and they stood out beautifully in the light of the changing room. Matt took his time, savouring the feeling of her soft flesh. Janine seemed to stop breathing. Somewhere at the back of her mind she could hear a voice screaming for her to run, for Matt to stop. The voice sounded like her own, but when she opened her mouth, she could only moan. Her moaning made him even more excited and she could feel it. After untying the halter, her arms had fallen to her sides, as if unsure of what to do. She felt the need to push him away, but even after focusing with all her might, she simply had no willpower to do anything. The strange pleasure was building in her again. Earlier today, when she was pressed against Brad she felt nothing but repulsion and disgust. But now, it was a different feeling. She felt light-headed and so hot. Her arousal was reaching fever pitch and she was slowly losing consciousness. No one had ever touched her that was before. Within a day, she had experienced more than she had ever in her 18 years. She didn't consider herself to be loose or slutty, yet she had wilfully succumbed to Matt and his suggestions. She had let him do things with her that no one had done. What is wrong with me, her mind screamed. She struggled to make sense of it all, but it was slowly becoming harder to focus on anything but his hands pressing and stroking and squeezing and pinching. Every touch sent her into turmoil. Her legs felt weak and her mind felt so hazy. "I bet you want more," Matt whispered into her ear. "You're not satisfied with just me touching you, you want to touch me too." His voice was ragged and hoarse, but it was clear as day to her. Briefly recognizing that tingle along her spine, her body started grinding against him. She needed more contact, something within her demanded. She barely knew what she was doing, but her body seemed to know. She arched forward, pressing his cock deeper between her ass cheeks. This is crazy! This is so obscene! I need to stop! But her body continued to move against him, rubbing his hard member with her ass. Matt couldn't take it anymore, and unbuckled his pants. She had been too tempting for too long, and he felt unable to contain himself for much longer. She watched him in a drugged daze as he pulled his pants and boxers to the floor, releasing his hard cock. He didn't wait for her to say anything; instead he grabbed her by her hair and forced her to her knees in front of him. Janine could hardly react before he shoved his penis into her mouth. The moment her mouth made contact, her mind went completely blank with lust. She wanted more, and this was just what Doctor Matt had ordered. She had no idea what to do, but Matt was calling the shots. He pumped her with a vigour, driving himself deep into her hot mouth. She wasn't great, but the idea of her submission made him feel even more powerful. Again and again he rammed her, until she started to choke. He didn't care; he was too close to the edge. "Drink it all, baby, I bet you want to drink it all!" He screamed as he let himself go. Janine was startled as the first wave of his hot cum came into her mouth. It was salty and very foreign, but she felt compelled to drink it all. She had to gulp the first wave down as he squirted another load. It seemed to fill her mouth and threatened to gag her, forcing her to swallow quickly. He continued to pump himself into her, enjoying the languid feeling of release. He had completely dominated her, and her naivety and obvious inexperience had brought him to the edge and over. He pulled away, spent, satisfied. "Baby, you can keep the dress. It's on me. Do come back and shop again sometime soon!" He stepped out of the cubicle, leaving Janine sitting dazed on the floor. Her wits were slowly coming back and the screams in her mind which had sounded so far away were getting louder. What did I do, what did I just do? She had exposed herself to a complete stranger and he had come in her mouth. She felt so dirty, but it didn't feel bad or wrong. Another voice from within told her how great it was, how much she loved it and needed it. Clutching her unravelling dress, she curled up into a foetal position on the floor, trying to ignore the many voices. From outside the cubicle came Matt's voice. "I bet you loved every second of it. Don't forget to meet your friend at Starbucks." That tingle along her spine again. Like a light switch had gone off in her head, all the voices cleared and her mind was sharp. Licking her lips to get at the stray cum that managed to leak out, she stood up and tied the halter straps behind her neck. After making sure her hair and dress looked good, she left the store, thanking Matt for a lovely time. It seemed queer thanking him for attacking her, but she knew she had to let him know that she had enjoyed it. Am I forgetting something? She wondered as she headed across the mall to Starbucks, her exposed ass feeling the cool breeze as she hurried along. Dare Me Not Ch. 03 We continue the story from Ch. 2 where Janine is slowly falling into a trap. Her body seems to respond to dares and bets and she still doesn't know how or why. Please read Chapters 1 and 2 to see what has happened to this point. There is some non-consensual sex so if you're offended by it, please turn back. Otherwise I hope you'll enjoy it. I really appreciate your feedback, so please leave me some. * Starbucks was busy and people were milling around the entrance, frappucino in hand, shouting loud enough for everyone to hear them talking about absolutely nothing. Janine craned her neck and spied them at a corner table, Drew against the wall and Natasha facing him, both leaning in to talk above the noise. How long had they been there, she wondered? Time seemed to have passed rather quickly since Janine left her in the clothes store with Matt, the sales clerk. Matt had given the little dress she was wearing now, but at what cost? She reflexively stretched her jaw, the thought of her first blowjob still fresh in her mind. She could still taste him! Yuck! What had come over her? Drew and Natasha looked up from their conversation when Janine walked up to them. He was casually dressed in shorts and a tank-top, obviously having enjoyed the warm day outside. "What took you so long?" Natasha started. "Looks like you got the dress after all. It looks really good on you, doesn't it Drew?" Drew simply nodded. Janine had never looked better. Usually a jeans and t-shirt tomboy, the Janine before him was all dressed up in a chocolate halter dress with a modest neckline that ended at mid-thigh. She even had the three-inch heels to go with it. What a difference! And boy didn't she have nice legs! "Why don't you pull up a chair?" Natasha continued. Janine looked about, but there wasn't an available chair in sight. "You could always sit on my knee," remarked Drew, earning himself a smack on the arm. "Funny. I bet she'd love that." Janine socked him in the arm again for good measure. Janine blinked as the familiar tingle ran down her spine. Dropping her bag to the floor, she turned to face Natasha before sitting herself unceremoniously on Drew's right knee. "Sorry you guys waited so long," Janine apologised as Natasha's eyes widened. "Man, I was just joking!" Drew complained. "You're heavy, Janine! I bet it'd be more comfortable if you sat across the leg rather than directly on the knee." Without the hint of a complaint, Janine adjusted herself, moving her leg over to straddle Drew's and sliding back to get comfortable. Her motion along Drew's leg made her quiver ever so slightly as the dress rubbed against her panty-less crotch. Everything about the dress excited her. It had been Matt's suggestion, his bet that she'd enjoy the dress. It was also his suggestion that led her to be completely nude under the dress, so as to better feel it against her skin. Even now she felt irresistibly caught by the caress of the dress, and the bit trapped between Drew and her was tickling her at just the right spot. Unconsciously, she wriggled her hips to get more contact. Natasha eyed her suspiciously. She had known Janine for a long time, and never knew her to even know how to approach a guy, let alone try to seduce Drew. Maybe it was just her imagination that Janine rubbed herself against his thigh? Must have been. Drew on the other hand was painfully aware of what Janine had done and was doing. His member swelled and he thanked his lucky stars that Janine was sitting in front of him and thus blocked his erection from view. Nat wouldn't be so happy to know that he was getting all aroused by her best friend. "So, so you said the Psych test was a cinch?" he said weakly, hoping to change the topic. "Hmm, I don't know really. I don't remember studying, but it seemed to have gone well. I felt asleep listening to Dawson's CD," replied Janine. Professor Dawson was in charge of Psychology 101. "You never need to study," groused Natasha. "Ever since I've known you, you've been a prodigy." "I'm just lucky." Janine squirmed. Something strange was happening. The feel of the dress on her bare breasts, hips and thighs was intoxicating, but the fabric trapped between her legs was setting her on fire. It almost seemed to have a life of its own. She swore that it had fingers, or felt like fingers, and those fingers were running up and down her lips, causing her to tremble. Each motion she made to relieve the pressure seemed to give the fingers more access, and they knew exactly where to go. Drew's thigh gave the fingers direction, and now she felt them working around her clit. Gosh, that felt good. But it still wasn't the right spot. "Janine, is everything alright?" breathed Drew. "Yes, you're looking flushed," noted Janine. "Maybe it's all the shopping you put me through." Janine's voice seemed strained and breathless, but she didn't know why. Drew leaned forward, reaching for her forehead. "You feel hot; I think you might have a fever." "I'll get some water." Natasha rose quickly. Janine could feel Drew's breath on her neck and it added to her sense of anxiety. It must be anxiety, she thought, what else could this be? His hand was still near her forehead and she sunk into it, thankful for some cool relief. But relief was momentary. Every bit of her skin that was covered by the dress was on fire, and feeling Drew hovering by her exposed neck acted as fuel. The 'fingers' at her crotch were still circling her clit, and her body was reaching a dangerous limit. For her sanity, she knew she had to get the fingers away. She stood slightly and lifted the dress separating them away. Immediately the pressure lessened and she breathed a sigh of relief. She sat back down, nonplussed that her crotch was directly on his bare leg. He jumped at the contact, and she rocked forward on him, enjoying his coolness against her burning skin. She let out a sigh and bit her lip so as not to make any more revealing sounds. The initial shock had made it to his brain, and Drew was certain that there wasn't any material between Janine and him. She had moved her dress so that she was sitting on his thigh directly. His penis surged and he could feel it straining against his shorts. He hoped Janine wouldn't get up or Natasha would surely see. Janine shouldn't move either, otherwise she'd be right up against his erection. Who knows what that would do to him? The pressure was building again. Janine continued to bite her lip as the coolness of his thigh was being overrun by the heat generated by the contact with the dress. She needed more cooling. Perhaps if she moved...? Drew's eyes flew wide open as Janine rocked forward and back on his leg, pressing her thighs against his. What was she doing? He threw his head back, resting against the wall as his girlfriend's best friend rubbed herself off on him. "Drew. Drew," she murmured. "I need your help. I don't feel well." That's it, he thought. She's just not feeling well. "What can I do Janine? Natasha will be back with water shortly. I bet you're just a little dehydrated, and need some cooling off." "Cooling off, yes, that's what I need. Your hands are so cool." Janine whispered. She grabbed his right hand and put it against her arm, gasping as she felt how cool it was against her skin. Her skin is warm to the touch, he thought. Warm and smooth. Smooth and nice. Nice and smooth. His fingers moved on their own, stroking her bare arm. It felt good, but not enough. She needed more. Grabbing his left arm, she placed it against her thigh under her dress. So cool. So calming, she thought. Calm was not the word to describe how Drew was feeling. He was confused. There was something wrong with Janine, there had to be. She was acting like a bitch in heat, grinding herself into his leg and now getting him to touch her. If Natasha were to find out, they'd both be in a lot of trouble. He loved Natasha; he was sure of it even as Janine's movements and insistence to have his hands on her arm and thigh made it hard to focus or think. The couple in the adjacent table stood to leave, and with the last of his willpower, Drew pulled an unoccupied chair to their table. Holding Janine by the hips, he extricated her from his leg and sat her down on the chair. Now seated on her own, she collapsed forward, as if drained of her strength. Drew breathed in deeply; he felt like he had just run a couple of miles. Natasha returned with water, and Janine could barely move to drink it. "I think she's all worn out, we should take her home." Natasha said as Drew agreed. She should go home before she does any more damage, he thought. I was dangerously close to my limits. Hopefully we never get into that predicament again. ---------- Janine woke the next morning with little recollection of the previous day's events. Three foreign bags of shopping clued her in on the fact that she had gone to the mall with Natasha. She was still in the brown halter dress and nothing else, her heels thrown in the corner with her sling bag. She rubbed her thighs together, frowning at the squishing sound. She was so wet! She stretched, and once again she felt the soft touch of the dress. Oh it felt so good. It had felt so good when Matt asked her to touch herself. Where had she touched herself? Her fingers walked down the length of the dress and stopped at her crotch. She circled her mound, relishing the feel of the dress. Tentatively she tapped her clit, and had to bite down hard on her lip to stop from screaming as an orgasm rocked her body. She arched her back and it seemed to intensify the feeling of bliss. It was some time before she got her breathing down to a regular pace, and it wasn't before she took the dress off. That dress seemed to make her feel strange inside, like it had some magical ability to make her stomach churn. She would have to save it for special occasions, she thought as she walked naked to the shower. Nobody was ever home. Her parents both worked long hours at their jobs - her father was a car mechanic, her mother a lawyer. Usually she would be more cautious, or walk around with a towel, but today, she felt light-headed and happy. She opted to wear the white wrap skirt that she bought the day before, briefly considering that it wasn't her normal attire before shrugging it off. She felt compelled to wear it and couldn't see any other options. She vaguely remembered Nat daring her before leaving yesterday. Pairing it with a sleeveless top, she grabbed her bag, throwing Prof. Dawson's audio CD in. Janine knew she would have a lot of questions for him when she went to his office after school. ---------- It had been harder to avoid attention today, her short skit framing the legs that she had kept hidden for a long time. She had deliberately avoided the lockers in the morning in case there was a repeat of the previous events with Brad. She was skittish and kept looking over her shoulder expecting a lewd stare, or a cruel sneer, but never saw him. Still, she could almost swear that she sensed his presence everywhere as she finished her classes for the day and headed to Dawson's office. "Come in." Janine timidly entered Professor Dawson's office. The Professor was a genius but poor at communication, his quick wit often lost in bad delivery and gruff monotony. He had the most immaculate office that Janine had ever seen, a trait of tidiness that she felt was a poor match for the rest of his personality. Jonah Dawson wasn't a bad man, she thought. He just is... socially inept. "You have my CD?" His eyes never left the table, where the quiz papers were neatly divided into 2 stacks, marked and unmarked. "Yes, yes I do. Here it is," she replied, handing over the disc. "I have a question for you," he said, suddenly looking up and piercing her with his blue eyes. "What is it?" Janine took a step back, startled. "I take it that you listened to the CD before the test." "Yes I did. Well, to tell you the truth, I fell asleep on it," Janine admitted. "I watched you during the test." Janine blushed for no apparent reason. "You seemed awfully calm and focused. Is that normal for you?" "No, not really. I'm usually high strung when there are tests." "Have you noticed anything else strange lately?" Janine thought back on the last two days. She had got into a fight with 2 jocks and won, given a blowjob to a complete stranger and rubbed herself on her best friend's boyfriend. "Well, I don't know how to put it, but there have been some strange goings-on." She recounted some of the more innocent problems, such as her running to the library to meet Natasha after Drew dared her not to be late. "You said he dared you?" Dawson watched her with hawk eyes, seemingly very interested. "Yes, I distinctly recall him saying that. And when Nat said that she bet it would feel good to..." Janine trailed off, her cheeks getting redder. Why would she tell this to Professor Dawson? "So she bet that you could do something or that you couldn't do something?" "I think I have reacted to both before," Janine replied after a pause. "Hmm." Professor Dawson rose to his feet, kept his papers and began pacing the floor in front of Janine. "I went to a symposium on instinctive cognitive reprogramming a few years back. At that conference I received a copy of an audio track that from this professor who claimed he could fine tune the mind to respond to certain stimuli. The lecturer claimed that it would strengthen neurological pathways in the mind, reconfiguring them like... well I won't bore you with the details." Dawson stopped and looked Janine in the eye. "The gist of it is that he created an audio track that he claimed would allow for us humans to utilise our instincts to perform decisions that usually take a longer time. Imagine if instead of thinking about how to calculate PI to 250 decimal places, you could just know it instinctively and be able to regurgitate! Such a wondrous theory - if it worked." "It didn't work?" Janine still felt confused. "And what has that got to do with anything?" "I decided that it was a load of bull, and overwrote the contents of that CD with my lecture on instincts which you borrowed. If, by some strange chance, you were exposed to the original audio track, there might be other consequences." "I don't understand." "I bet you do now." Dawson said cryptically. Janine clutched her head as a torrent of information came flooding in. Her eyes opened wide with sudden comprehension. "Strange, now I do understand. How did you...?" "I bet you to. Somehow, your mind has short circuited the process that considers whether to perform a dare or a bet, and is acting on it as if by instinct." "Wouldn't it feel like a conflict of interest then? If my mind decided something now, and I decided later something else?" "No, I think your mind would have been made up in that split second, and then you would have a hard time dissuading it." It made sense, but then again, it didn't. "Would you mind if we do some tests?" Janine nodded mutely, still trying to take all the information in. "Let me take some notes," Dawson picked up a notepad and a pen. "Okay, let's start. I bet you think the door is locked. Now try and open the door." Janine tried to turn the doorknob but it wouldn't turn. The professor walked over, turned the knob, opened the door, shrugged and closed it. "How about this? I dare you to open the door." Janine grabbed the handle of the door, but it still would not turn. She struggled with it for a moment before Dawson cut in, "Interesting. Once your mind believes that the door is locked, you can't open it. I bet you'll find the door is unlocked again. Now try." Janine opened the door, mouth open in surprise. "That was easy. And freaky. So I can't open the door if you say I can't?" "If I bet you can't," Dawson corrected, scribbling on his notepad. "Let's continue. You mentioned that you reacted to both the positive and negative for a given bet?" "Yes." "Let's try that. I bet you can touch your toes." "Of course I can," Janine replied, her hands already on her shoes. Professor Dawson walked behind her as she straightened up. "I bet you can't reach your ankles and hold them." "Of course I can," she responded again, her hands gripping her ankles. Her wrap skirt, originally reaching mid-thigh, was raised up pretty high up the back of her thighs. Janine barely noticed, focused on the command to hold her ankles. Dawson let out a soft whistle as her skirt fluttered upward for a second before settling. "It does seem like your mind chooses to do both the positive and the negative for bets. What about the things that are impossible to do? What happens then?" Before Janine could say anything, he continued. "I dare you to jump up and touch the ceiling." His office has a high ceiling, almost least twelve feet up, so he had expected her to be unable to achieve it. But once he had given the command, she jumped on his table, then leapt from his table across a four feet gap to the top of his filing cabinet. She scaled the adjacent six foot cupboard and jumped, touching the ceiling. "Wow, how did I do that?" She exclaimed. "That is very interesting." Dawson looked up at her on his cupboard, his eyes drawn to her white panties. "How do I get down?" "I bet if you were a cat, you could get down easily." Dawson's command made Janine drop to all fours. She licked the back of her hand and smoothed her hair before springing down from the cupboard and landing softly on the floor. "Are you still a cat?" He asked. Janine purred docilely. "Cats like to rub up against their masters." Dawson pointed out. Janine sauntered over on all fours and rubbed against his trousered leg. Dawson thought aloud as he wrote, "When in a given state, the subject still retains mental faculties and processes new inputs." Crawling on the floor in her short wrap skirt, Janine presented a rather seductive image. She continued to purr and rub against him, and he could feel himself stirring. Her breasts were a decent handful and they swung beautifully as she cavorted with his leg. He sat down on his chair and remarked, "Cats love to nestle in their owner's laps." Janine literally pounced on him, trying desperately to curl up into his offered lap. The constant motion made him even more excited and it was beginning to show. Janine lay curled on her side in Dawson's lap, purring as he stroked her brown hair. "I bet you'd prefer to be a homo sapien." Dawson pointed out. Janine blinked and balked, suddenly fully aware of her surroundings. What was she doing curled up in Dawson's lap? Jumping to her feet, she retreated to the furthest corner from the professor. "Don't worry, you were just acting as a cat," he said matter-of-factly. "In fact, I bet you have forgotten all about being a cat." Her fear and anxiety dissipated instantly. "So what is the next test?" Janine asked, seemingly having forgotten everything that had happened. This could be useful, he mused. "I dare you to sit on my lap facing me." Janine opened her mouth as if to protest, but made no complaint as she moved into position facing the professor within barely 12 inches between them. Good, he thought, writing into his notepad, since she has 'decided' to do something, her mind no longer protests it, instead considers it to be acceptable. "Move closer," he ordered. "This is close enough," Janine retorted. "Sorry, I forgot, I dare you to move closer." She inched closer and he repeated himself under he could feel her breasts pressing against his shirt. "I bet you can't move away," he smirked. "Professor, I don't like this. We should stop." Janine seemed to be quivering, and her nervousness was turning him on. She tried to move back, but found herself pushing back against an invisible wall. Her heart was beating faster now, and she was sure he could feel it. She was breathing more heavily too, and with each upheaval of her chest, her breasts rubbed lewdly against the Professor's chest. She was perhaps sitting an inch from his penis, and he could feel it surging forward, yearning for his submissive student. Dare Me Not Ch. 03 "Professor," she urged, "I think we've done enough testing." "Now now, Miss Tyler, this is for science. Testing requires rigour and sacrifice." He smiled, that smile slowly losing its humour. "I bet you're going to have an orgasm in 3, 2, 1, now!" "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Janine threw her head back as pleasure shot through her body. She arched her back, not caring that her action crushed her breasts into Dawson. Her hands rested involuntarily on his shoulders as she tried to stabilise herself. In the throes of passion, she drove her crotch forward and collided with his firm erection. The feel of his hardness against her sensitive clitoris made her shudder even more. She fell onto the Professor and clung on to him as he waited patiently for her to ride it out. "Feeling better? More relaxed?" He whispered into her ear, almost tenderly. "Yes... No! Professor, what are you doing!" Janine wailed. Again she tried to move back but couldn't. "Let me go!" She struggled against invisible arms that pinned her tightly to his body. Her breasts were flattened between them, and she was becoming acutely aware of his cock pressing against her mound. "Please let me go..." "Tut tut Miss Tyler, we haven't tested the boundaries of your problem. You came here for my advice and I can't help you without knowing everything there is to know about it." "Haven't you done enough?" "Not even close. I dare you to lean back and keep your hands on my knees. I bet your clit is slowly growing itchy." She assumed the position, her hands on his knees with her crotch still glued to his pant covered erection. Her skirt had ridden up her thighs and now that she had moved back somewhat she could see the outline of her labia wrapped around the bulge. And then, she felt the itch. It started off as a little twitch, and she could ignore it. Then it felt like an insect bite and she instinctively tried to swat the insect away. But her arms were locked behind her, her hands forced to remain on his knees. She bit his lip as the itching grew in intensity. It was now a raging itch, like a rash, and she was losing consciousness, so caught up with the need to scratch. She threw her head back and let out a small scream. It was so itchy, if only I could scratch it! Her crotch jerked reflexively and she felt the itch subside for a brief moment before returning in full force. She moved again, and it gave her another second of respite. She whimpered as she tried not to think about what she was rubbing up against. She closed her eyes as her body began to move on its own accord. Using her arms are leverage, she continued to scratch her swollen clit against Professor Dawson's protrusion. "The subject forms own objective conclusions based on limitations presented," Dawson wrote on his notepad, sitting back in his chair and watching Janine rub along the length of his penis. Janine couldn't care less about objective conclusions. She had settled into a soothing rhythm, stroking herself up and down as if she were painting. Not only was it keeping the itch at bay, but it was making her feel very strange inside. Her eyelids were half-closed, and she was biting the edge of her lip. I'm painting, painting my Professor's cock with my crotch! Dawson was slowly losing his cool, his pretence of scholastic pursuit being eroded by the wonton picture presented before him. Last week, Janine Tyler was just another student in his class, a plain Jane at that. Today, this modest, mousy, boring student was sitting on his lap and rubbing herself off with reckless abandon! And he had full control! "I bet you can't feel the itch anymore, but you can't stop. I bet you feel the need to cum again, but you can't until I tell you to." Janine could barely feel the tingle along her spine. The itch was gone, but in its place was an even stronger compulsion - lust. Her clit felt enflamed, having been rubbed incessantly for what felt like eternity. She could feel a pressure building at the back of her neck, and in the depths of her belly, but try as she might, she couldn't find the release she wanted. "Professor, professor please help me," she cried out. "I can't think!" Her hands still firmly gripping Dawson's knees, she was now raising herself fully off his thighs, focusing all the pressure of his bulge to her clit. Her breathing was ragged, punctuated with short expulsions of air. She could hear her wetness from her previous orgasm coupled with the abundance of lubrication and if she could be, she would be embarrassed. But she could hardly focus on anything but the raging tempest within her. She could barely feel anything in her numbed state. Dawson groaned; it felt real good. He lifted her top to expose her bra-covered breasts. Such a wonderful student with such poor taste in undergarments, he thought. Still, the clothes may make the man, but it's what's under the clothes that make the woman. He reached behind her writhing body to the clasps of her bra. Now loose, her 34C breasts joined in the wriggling song and dance, flaying about as he lifted her bra and tucked it up under her raised top. She had dark nipples and dark areolas, a strong contrast against her fair skin. When he pinched her nipples, part of the fog in her brain lifted. "Professor, no, when did you, wait, stop!" Janine pleaded futilely. Dawson merely smiled and brought his other hand into play. He kneaded her breasts like a master baker, stroking, caressing, squeezing, tickling, pinching. Her body quivered with each move, and she arched up to meet his touch. She stopped writhing momentarily when he brought his lips to kiss her left nipple and nibble the right. "Professor...!" She resumed her dance, her mind adjusted to the new sensation. Her blood pounded in her ears and just as she thought she would blank out, she heard it. "Okay, now you can cum." Janine's eyes rolled back in their sockets as she let out a guttural scream. Dawson caught her as her arms gave way. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her, and her gushing fluids drenched her panties as she smeared them on his pants. She could barely think or react when she felt her bare back on hard wood. She could not raise her finger to stop Dawson from ripping her top and bra off. So consumed was she that she only regained focus when her panties were forcefully ripped off. "NOOOOOOO! STOP! What are you doing?" Dawson stood over Janine, who was sprawled on his desk, legs spread open wide. He was staring right at her exposed pussy. She felt it was almost like he could see right through her, right into her. She twisted, trying to close her legs, but his arms held them in a vice-like grip. She reached forward with both hands to cover her nakedness. "Please stop, Professor, we've gone too far! You must stop!" "I dare you to undo my trousers." Tears rolled down Janine's face as she sat up and her fingers moved to his belt. With trembling fingers, she unbuckled and unbuttoned his pants. "Professor I beg you..." she sobbed as she watched herself draw his zip. His pants fell to the floor at his feet, exposing his erection, barely covered by his boxers. Janine considered briefly before bringing her knees together and kicking out, hitting him squarely in the chest as hard as she could. Caught completely by surprise, Dawson stumbled back into his chair, winded. Janine rolled to her knees, intent on running. "I bet you'll find yourself glued to the table," Dawson gasped as she leapt legs first off the table. "Wha..." Janine's right hand felt riveted to the table. She was now standing in nothing but her skirt, socks and shoes. She gripped her wrist with the other hand to pull it away, but to no avail. She rested her left palm on the table for leverage and paled when she found both palms were now stuck. Her frustration turned to fear as Dawson got to his feet. She continued to struggle against invisible bonds and he dropped his boxers and stepped out of them. "Don't worry, it gets bigger." He had shrivelled up, his passion doused by the hard kick to his sternum. The little bitch had fight, but he had the upper hand. He rounded her, positioning himself behind her field of vision. Her inability to see him heightened her fear. He casually lifted her skirt, exposing her white butt cheeks. "Do you know what happens to naughty girls?" His hand came down hard on her right cheek and she screamed. She wanted to straighten up but she couldn't; both her hands were still firmly stuck to the table. Another stinging slap, this time to her left cheek. She could feel the flesh on her ass reddening, and could imagine the imprint of his hand. "No Professor, please!" Another one, again on the right. "Owww, Professor stop, please stop!" Another time. "Ahhhh!" Once again. "Stop!" Dawson was getting harder with each stroke. Janine's ass was now bright red, and he thought that it was a lovely colour on her. He moved in behind her and her terror reached fever pitch. "Professor I beg you, don't!" She could feel his hard cock rubbing her wet lips. "Ohmigod, nooo!" He grabbed her hips and drove himself as far as he could go. It wasn't very far. She was tight, so tight he barely got the head in. "Stop Professor, I'm, I'm a virgin! Pull it out!" The word 'virgin' seemed to reignite his engine and he pulled back a little before pushing in again. "OWWWWWW! It hurts, please, it hurts! Pull it out, pull it out!" He worked himself in and out, her soaked pussy giving way an inch at a time until he felt the wall of her intact hymen. Janine continued to scream and beg, but it fell on deaf ears. Dawson pulled out one last time and with a low grunt, buried himself to the hilt. Pain rifled through her body as the barrier gave way. Janine let out a wail. He had done it! He had done it! Dawson was far from done. Now unrestricted, he began to savour her tightness. Her walls closed in on him with fervour, as if to try and squeeze the life out of the invader. Fortunately she was well lubricated from the earlier orgasms; else he was sure he'd have friction burns. Janine sobbed openly now, her spirit broken. Her forearms were now both on the table, stuck in position and unable to move, but she was beyond caring. He continued to pump his cock into her soppy pussy, relishing each thrust. She was his! What a sense of power it gave him! He was moving faster now, but Janine was still in pain and shock. It felt much better now than it did a minute ago, but the humiliation had sunk in. The tears still ran freely down her cheeks when she heard him. "I bet you're enjoying this!" Immediately all the pain vanished and her senses were attuned to the pleasure. She could feel his cock sliding in and out, aided by her wetness. She heard the slap-slap-slap of his balls against her thighs as he kept up his pace. It felt strangely good, why hadn't she noticed before? Her breathing was becoming shallow. "This is it! I bet you're coming too!!" He announced. Hot fiery liquid burst forth from his buried penis; it seemed to scald her insides, making her squeal. A moment later, her own orgasm took over. She shook violently as he kept thrusting, releasing every drop of his pent-up energy deep inside. The feeling of bliss came over her as she dropped her face to the table, overcome by passion. He pulled out, watching as their fluids mixed with her virgin blood collected at the entrance before seeping out. "Clean yourself up," he commanded, tossing a box of Kleenex her way. "Oh I forgot, you're free from the table." Janine rose unsteadily; her body still weak from the pounding and the orgasm. The sight of blood and cum between her legs brought back horrific memories and she started to shake and sob violently all over again. "Oh hush," he cut in. "I bet you won't remember a thing since I asked you to bend over. You'll clean yourself up and put your clothes back on. I bet you'll even think you're still a virgin. I dare you to do all this silently until I tell you to wake up." At once her crying ceased. She rose again, this time on autopilot. She grabbed a few tissues and wiped away all traces of blood and cum. She moved to put her bra back on, but the Professor dared her to leave it off, so she did. Shrugging her top on, she stepped back into her white panties, now discoloured from her juices. Dawson got dressed as well, and sat behind his desk to hide the large cum stain Janine had left on his pants. He smoothed his hair back and placed the notepad in the centre of his table. Motioning for her to sit in front of him, he commanded her to wake up. Janine felt the tingle as her memory of the last half hour dissipated into ash and melted away, and blinked. What had happened? She looked across the table at the calm exterior of Professor Dawson. "What...?" "We were just finishing our analysis of your problem." Janine struggled to remember, something about instincts and programming or other. "Here's what we've found out," he continued, showing her his clinical notes. "There is one more test that we should do." "What is that?" She asked innocently. Good, she doesn't remember a thing. He checked it off the list in his mind. "We should see how long the effect will last." "I think it lasts at least a day. I wouldn't wear my blue and white skirt out for anything or anyone until Natasha dared me the day before," Janine volunteered. "Hmm, that's good. But we should find out its long term effects." Janine nodded slowly. "Every time you see me in the hallway, I dare you to curtsey. I'm sure this isn't a normal action for you, so we'll be able to identify when you stop doing so." I could have made it even more interesting, but this will do for now. "Fair enough, I don't think I've ever curtseyed in my life!" "Well that will be all then. I will expect your curtsey tomorrow at the least." Janine picked up her sling bag and left the office. Her butt felt sore, but maybe she had been sitting in his office for too long. How long had it been? A full hour? He must have had some comprehensive tests! TO BE CONTINUED Dare Me Not Ch. 04 We continue the story of Janine Tyler who has recently learnt the reason for her inability to resist dares and bets. In fact, Professor Dawson had been so kind as to test the side effects of her unintended reprogramming in Ch.3. This chapter, like all the others, does not require you to know all the previous goings-on, but please read them to get a better understanding. I appreciate feedback, so don't hesitate to leave me some. ---------- Janine felt exhausted by the time she made it home. It seemed every part of her body ached as if she had been working out in the gym. It had been a long time since she last went to the gym, she mused. She just never felt motivated to exercise but she was blessed with good health nonetheless. She moved through the empty house and reached her room. Tossing her bag in the corner, she plopped on the bed and closed her eyes. Professor Dawson had helped her a lot. After their meeting, she now knew what seemed wrong with her. Impulsive, no instinctive cognitive reprogramming, he had said. A few days ago she was mild-mannered Janine Tyler. Now she was - Super Janine! She shook her head at the absurdity of her joke. She had unwittingly obtained the curious ability to process certain information in a split second, as if acting on instinct. Whenever she was challenged to do anything, be it a dare or a bet, her mind was able make itself up. If only she could choose when to apply this superpower... Every thing seemed to make sense now. Why she had felt so compelled to wear skirts, why she now even owned skirts, and why she seemed to be getting into all sorts of trouble. Her mind flitted back to the dressing room in the mall where she gave her first blowjob. He must have figured out that she couldn't resist a bet. The stakes kept getting higher and she kept losing. He was practically the first person to see her naked breasts and though she was ashamed, her mind had no qualms about it. Another side effect of be able to make her mind up. Once it was decided, she couldn't change her mind. At least she got a nice dress out of it. And she still had her virginity. He could have done anything to her if he had so decided. Janine shivered at the thought. She should probably never go back to the mall, or at least not to that store. He might try to go further, like... Her mind was beginning to wander when her phone rang. Nat. Natasha was one of her few friends on campus since they had known each other from high school. Her discourse for the day seemed to be about some funny incident that happened in class that involved a professor, two students, a guinea pig and a steam iron and a lovely dress from the mall and Drew and Drew and ... Janine struggled to focus, but her mind felt really out of focus. Natasha had to holler at her a few times before Janine roused from her stupor. "So you'll come then?" "Wha..? Yeah sure. Where..?" "Great, the game is tomorrow night at seven, so Drew will expect us at his place before then." "What did I just agree to?" Janine wondered aloud. "Football game. Television. Drew's. Seven. Dress comfy? Sometimes I wonder if you're even paying attention. There's something a little wrong with you later." Natasha switched from frustration to concern so easily. Janine contemplated telling her all about what she had learnt, but today wasn't the right day. She was just too tired. "Nat, I need to crash. I'm feeling dizzy." "Do you need me to pop by?" Natasha had her own set of wheels and lived within perhaps five minutes. "Nah, I think I just need to sleep it off." "Okay. How about you hang out at my place tomorrow after school and we can go to Drew's straight from there? Your folks aren't home in the middle of the day anyway." Janine's parents weren't home until late at night every night on most days. Her mother was a lawyer and her father had a car repair workshop. Both of them worked because they loved it and left their children to their own devices. Things had become significantly quieter after her brother Damien moved away for college. "Sure. Tomorrow." Natasha clicked off, and Janine heaved a sigh of relief. Now she could get some rest. ---------- Janine's stomach grumbled as she rubbed her eyes. What time was it? The sky was red and the sun was low on the horizon, so it couldn't have slept for long. Or for too long! She jumped out of bed, almost tripping over her covers to get to her cell phone. Six in the morning! She had slept through dinner and all through the night. She bent over and stretched her back on all fours like a cat. That felt good! Now she needed food, and milk. In the kitchen, she poured herself a bowl of cereal with a generous helping of milk. She emptied the rest of the milk carton into a glass before sitting down on the floor to eat. Oh the cold milk felt so good as it went down her throat. Janine almost felt like mewing, the happy cat that she was. "Good morning honey, what are you doing sitting on the kitchen floor?" Her mother joined her, scratching her head and she prepared the coffee pot. "I don't know. It just feels comfortable. I had a great sleep last night." Janine gave a wide satisfied smile. "You're awfully chirpy today. I tried to wake you for dinner but you were out like a light." "Yeah I was really tired for some reason. But I feel so much better today!" "That's great honey. Listen, your father and I are taking the night off. It's been a long time since we've been so busy, so we're going for dinner, movie and the works. Will you be fine on your own?" "Good timing, I'm going with Nat to Drew's tonight. There's a football game on and she wants some company." "Sure, don't stay out too late!" The coffee machine signalled its completion and her mother opened the fridge before closing it with a curious look on her face. "Did you just finish the milk?" "Oops yes I guess I did. Do you want some?" Janine offered her half-drunk class. Her mother rolled her eyes before taking it; she couldn't take her coffee without milk. It almost seemed like Janine snatched the glass back to gulp down the rest of the milk. ---------- Dressing up was never one of Janine's strong points. She seldom had the occasion or the impetus to get dolled up and saw little need for making perfect outfits and makeup. Before this week she had only worn dresses and skirts for weddings and funerals. Getting ready for a day at school used to be a five minute affair. Pick the t-shirt, pick the jeans, grab her sling bag and she'd be ready. But this morning she was conflicted. As far as she could remember no one had dared her to wear anything in particular, yet she felt torn between her usual t-shirt-and-jeans and a knee length skirt. Every time she reached for a pair of jeans, something niggled at the back of her mind. Not this one. Not that one either. How about this? No. With a groan of frustration she grabbed the skirt, and sensing no inner reproach, threw it on the bed. Janine stepped out of her pyjamas and paused in front of the mirror. "Something is changing," she told herself aloud. "Might as well enjoy it," her reflection seemed to say. When was the last time she stopped to look at herself? She wasn't ugly or hard to look at; she just wasn't stunning like Natasha or half the other girls in the school. Still, she managed to keep in decent shape with minimal effort. Just what is it about me that has changed? Doesn't seem like a physical change. She cupped her 34C breasts and lifted them as if to weigh them. They weren't very big and she didn't go out of her way to flaunt them with push-up bras or lacy nothings. But she had been groped by Denny and by that nameless store clerk. Denny had big hands and he had been rough. On the other hand, the store clerk had soft pillowy hands that made her feel good. What had he done? Her hands started to move ever so slightly. Her mind locked in on the memory of the changing room and the clerk's hands gently massaging her exposed breasts. She had willingly shown him her breasts and felt no shame though it had been the first time anyone had seen them. He must have said something to instigate it, she thought momentarily. Her right hand found a nipple and she gasped. It felt so hard! It jutted out defiantly, like a milk chocolate tidbit in a sea of white chocolate, proud to be different. She tentatively touched it, shuddering as a jolt of electricity sent the foreign message to her brain. Receiving the message her body responded, making the nipple protrude even more, beyond what seemed possible. She could now grasp it and when she did her eyes flew open. Pinching it seemed to feel even better that touching it and pulling at it even better still. Something is definitely wrong with me. I feel so hot and I'm not wearing anything but my panties. Both nipples had received their fair share of attention and they almost seemed to hurt as erect as they were. Her fair skin was flushed and she had no idea when she had started to breathe so heavily, but everything felt so good. Everything except that itch. She hadn't noticed it a while ago, but now she was feeling it. She couldn't tell exactly where the itch was. It felt like a zooming in on a spot in Google Maps. It was a blur, a dull itch and as the itch grew more nagging, the itchy area shrunk. She watched her reflection as she scratched her belly, scratched her hip, scratched her knee, scratched her thigh. She was getting closer. She scratched at the top of her panties and it seemed to be close. Lured by the itch, her fingers travelled downward outside her panties scratching as they went. Her right hand continued the search for the perpetrator while her left hand gravitated back to her right nipple. They both found their mark at the same time. Tweaking her nipple, she touched her clit at let out a shriek before she could control herself. There it was! She would have thrown her arms up in rejoicing, but she had to scratch. She moved her nail across her tender clit and breathed a sigh of relief as the panties provided the friction she needed to relieve the tension - for just three seconds. The itch was getting stronger and she had to scratch harder to keep the itch away. Her left hand rubbed her nipple with equal fervour as the dual sensations robbed her of the ability to think. A wet patch was beginning to form in her panties and the loss of friction meant the itch wasn't getting sated. She moved the crotch of the panties away and shuddered as her fingers found her clit again. It was swollen from all the scratching but she couldn't stop herself now. She could hear a wet squishy sound accompanying each stroke. Her breaths were shallow and frantic and her legs were getting tired from standing but she held her ground. Something told her that it wouldn't be long now before the itch would be gone. Her breasts were marred with finger marks from her frenzied kneading. A bit more... Janine threw her head back as the terrible itch was washed away in a sea of bliss. Her knees buckled and she collapsed to the floor as her juices spurted out, drenching her hand. She leaned against the side of her bed and struggled to catch her breath, but her heart was still riding high on the feeling of release, firing like a huge piston to the point that she could feel her body shaking with every thump. She couldn't focus on anything and sat there dazed for what felt like a long time. ---------- Somehow she had managed to get up off the floor and get herself to school. Her legs still felt weak and her head was still spinning. It was almost like a hangover from a long night of partying. The lack of clarity scared her a little, but the feeling of euphoria hadn't left yet. She could still feel the throbbing in her crotch and the finger marks on her breasts. She glanced around furtively, hoping no one noticed her and praying no one thought she was walking funny. But someone had noticed, and had been watching her make her unsteady way to the back of the school building to the lockers. Brad Wheeler watched her totter along in fascination. Two days ago she had somehow gone all kungfu on him and Denny and had taken him by surprise. Today, she looked drunk, weak and almost too tempting to pass up. He licked his lips unconsciously, remembering the tight skirt she had on that day. It had clung so beautifully to her ass and he couldn't resist messing with her. He may have gone a little far when he grabbed her by that luscious ass and ground himself into her, maybe even further when Denny joined in to rub her from behind, but she was the demure, self-conscious type that wouldn't resist or fight back. And Janine hadn't been able to resist or fight back. Then, out of the blue, she magically learnt some self-defence techniques and fought them both off before Drew Carter intervened. This time would be different, he decided. Her dark grey pleated skirt wasn't as tight this time, but it was shorter, about an inch above the knee. She seems to favour these cotton materials, he thought, now considering himself an expert in her dressing because he had observed her twice in a week. Not as attention grabbing as the blue one, but he knew what treasures was hidden beneath it. Her denim jacket over a simple white top coupled with sneakers made the skirt blend in more, but completed her simple un-dressy look. He waited until she had made her way to her locker which was further away from the central areas. No need to have a crowd of onlookers, though the thought of it thrilled him. Maybe when he was in his graduating year he'd try something like that to a freshie. These rich young freshies have no concept of the real world, too coddled by their absent parents to understand how brutal the adult world was. Yes, he thought, that would be a nice plan. Janine jumped when he finally spoke a few steps behind her. "Janine Tyler, I've been waiting for you." A scream welled up in her throat and he leapt forward threateningly, "Don't you dare scream. It would get us too much attention and you don't want that." She followed through her emotion but not a sound came out of her mouth. Oh no... She tried again, breathing in deeply to get out a louder shriek but when she exhaled it came out like a low whine. Brad watched curiously before shrugging it off. Maybe she was just hyper-ventilating; that's better than screaming. Unable to alert anyone, Janine turned to run. With Brad blocking the way she came, she headed deeper into the locker corridor. Brad was the quarterback, and was more than capable of running to keep up with any girl, but he let her get a head start. The chase was part of the fun. As expected, Janine stopped after she turned the corner to find the dead end at the end of the corridor. Even better, now there would be even less chance of being interrupted. Janine's eyes were wide with fear as she watched Brad round the corner. What could she do, what could she do? She could take him by surprise and make a run for it, she decided. She had done it once, with the help of Drew's timely arrival; hopefully she could do it again? She swung her sling bag behind her, readied herself and launched at him foot first in a terrible mockery of Bruce Lee's flying kick. She only needed the element of surprise so she could get past him. He was indeed surprised and barely managed to evade her foot. You would hardly ever see the opposing football team leaping towards you in a bid to kick you to the floor. They would try to bring you down, but feet are too easily dodged. Arms are not so easy to evade. Janine landed on her feet and with Brad out of her way, she started off back the way she came. Until he tackled her with all the intensity of a college football star. Brad had had no intention of hurting Janine, but his lust was getting doused by the idea that this conquest was turning out to be more difficult that he had anticipated, and he was enjoying it much less now. She had a lot of spunk, much more than he had originally given her credit for. They tumbled to the floor, his powerful arms both cushioning her fall and crushing her breasts at the same time. Janine tried to scream again, but it came out as a whisper. She squirmed to get out of his grip, but he flipped her over onto her back and she saw the volatile cocktail of lust and fury in his eyes. "I never intended to hurt you. And now I'm not in the mood to play with you either." The words sounded strange from the huge quarterback, looming over her like a thunderstorm about to crack open the heavens. He backed up slightly, and then noticed her awkward position. Her grey skirt had bunched up about her waist and he could just see the bottom of her pink panties beneath it all. Better yet, he swore that it had a damp spot in the front. His excitement which had waned suddenly perked up. "Are you wet?" Brad almost crowed when he touched the crotch of her panties to find them still wet from her playtime in the morning. "No," she sobbed; glad to hear her voice at last. "I'm pretty sure you are. See?" He pressed in where her pussy lips parted and found more dampness for the panties to soak up. She squirmed under his touch. Why was she so wet? Was it all from this morning? Surely she wasn't enjoying this! Who would enjoy being tackled to the ground like a practice dummy? But why did his fingers make her feel so strange inside? "I bet you're enjoying this," he remarked. A quiet tingle shot down her spine. "I, I do," Janine confessed. I do? No I don't! This is sexual harassment. This is a felony! This is... good. "And I bet you want me to continue touching you," Brad felt he was pushing his luck, but he was on top, and he felt powerful. This little girl beneath him wasn't going to go anywhere. "N-, yes!" Janine screwed her eyes shut. Did he know that she couldn't escape his dares? The emphatic 'no' she had planned was silenced by the need to reply 'yes'. Help. "As much as I would enjoy fucking you here and now, it would be much more fun to make you wait. I bet that deep down inside you really want me to do all those nasty things to you, and by tomorrow you'll be begging me for it." Tingle. Oh no. Brad climbed off Janine, got to his feet and dusted his jeans. Why didn't the janitor sweep the floors more often? As he turned to leave, he relished the satisfaction of speaking dirty to such an innocent girl. It was the dominance and control that he enjoyed. He felt a small sense of frustration that his plan didn't come to fruition, but shrugged it off, somehow figuring that he had gained an upper hand on the enigmatic Janine Tyler. Janine felt torn. Since she had approached Professor Dawson and discovered the truth behind her uncontrollable impulses, she could tell when her instincts had taken control and decided for her and what she really wanted prior to that. She felt like the President with the right to choose and the right to veto but still not having the final say in some things. It was like her veto privileges were being blocked by Congress. She decided that she hated Brad, and that she would want to have absolutely nothing to do with the bastard, but her mind and her body betrayed her. Even as he stood to leave, her mind willed him to stay, to touch her body everywhere. It felt like there was a fire that he had lit with his words, his commands, and only he had the extinguisher. Her lips were dry and her voice trembled as she cried out, "Brad, I need you to touch me. Now. Please." Brad turned to look at her, still sprawled on the dirty floor, her denim jacket and skirt now grey-streaked. "No, that's the punishment. You'll have to wait for tomorrow." "Punishment?" Her eyes welled up even as her arousal grew. "You're punishing me?" "Yes, my sweet thing. You attacked me in school just two days ago. I still clearly remember the elbow to the cheek and the gut." Dare Me Not Ch. 04 "But you..." "No buts. I may not understand your change of heart, but I enjoy it." "Why are you doing this to me? What did I do to you?" "Nothing. I simply enjoy making nice quiet rich girls like you realise how terrible the real world is. It's like a mission with many benefits." What is he talking about? Janine's focus was slowly eroded by lust and desire, her thoughts wandering constantly to images of Brad Wheeler groping her, molesting her and raping her. Doing all those nasty things right here in school. Help. Can anyone help? "I'll be here tomorrow at 7:30. Bright and early. If you need me, you know where to find me." Her mind was already made up for her. "I'll be here." "And oh, you probably don't want to tell anyone about this. I've no qualms about my reputation, football will get me places. But you, you have a lot to lose." He laughed, knowing the next day would bring many new pleasures. As he walked off around the corner, Janine buried her face in her dusty palms. What am I getting myself into? I can't control this. She let out a scream, moderately happy that at least she could do that again. The throbbing in her head and body from her arousal wasn't abating. Finally picking herself off the floor, she swore she could almost hear the squishing between her thighs. Gingerly she reached down and confirmed it, she was almost soaked right through. She dusted herself off best she could and headed for her first class. This was going to be a really long day. TO BE CONTINUED Look forward to the next instalment! I've laid the story plot out and am starting on the writing. Please leave me some feedback if you have any comments, encouragement or points for improvement. Thank you. Dare Me Not Ch. 05 Dare Me Not Ch. 05 Quick Recap: Now that Janine knows why she can't resist dares and bets (Ch 3), she is more aware of the things people say to her. Brad seems to have stumbled upon it and now she is in a heightened state of arousal waiting for a rendezvous with him the following morning (Ch 4). I will continue to write each chapter such that it does not require the reader to go through all previous chapters, though it would shed some more light on Janine's predicament and unfortunate situations. Please leave me some feedback; I really appreciate them. ---------- It was only mid-morning, somewhere around 10:30 she assumed, but Janine couldn't focus on anything. Brad was a lewd bastard, and to anyone else, his arrogant suggestion that she wanted him to do nasty things to her could simply be disregarded as a lot of fluff and wishful thinking. Unfortunately for Janine, he had managed to put it across in a way that she could not resist. Now, she wanted him to grope her, to degrade her and to fuck her. Before this week, she hardly even thought about sex and never used such strong language, but she was too wrapped up in lust to think straight. In the short few hours since their run-in in the deserted locker corridors at the back of the school, her vivid imagination had put her over the edge at least ten times. She couldn't control herself, and she knew that she'd be begging for him to do all those things to her by tomorrow, just as he said she would. The current movie playing in her head had started off innocently enough. She saw herself walking to her locker after school. Unlike in the mornings, there were a few people milling about, chatting with friends and slamming stuff into lockers. She had reached her locker when powerful hands grabbed her from behind. She screamed and some people noticed, but instead of coming to her aid, they came closer for a better view. Her sling bag was ripped from her grasp and thrown a distance away. Brad's face was twisted in a harsh sneer as he mauled her breasts from behind. She fought him futilely, but could not escape his powerful grasp. He turned her around roughly and slammed her against the lockers. The circling mob cheered him on, and her screams and pleas were ignored. His fingers were at the buttons of her shirt, and opened the top two despite her struggling. She managed to push him away momentarily and started to run but the other students would not let her leave their circle. They wanted their entertainment and Brad was happy to oblige. He had her dark ponytail in a fist and yanked it so hard it brought more tears to her eyes. He wasn't waiting for her to remove her shirt, he wanted it off. Gripping the offending shirt by the lapels, he pulled it apart effortlessly. The crowd roared in approval as her bra-covered breasts flew into view. His talons seared her flesh as he dug all ten fingers into them. Her screams were drawing an even larger crowd of people, none of which seemed interested or inclined to help her out in any way. Instead, their eyes were all focused on her and Brad, mentally egging him on. "Go go go", they seemed to chant, like some bizarre cheerleaders. She kept fighting him, all the while realising that her body was reacting - enjoying - the assault. Her breasts yearned for him to grab her again, and she could almost hear the wetness between her thighs. But she had to fight it, she had to get away. Summoning all her strength and focus, she swung her fist against his jaw and felt it move. He wasn't as much hurt by it as shocked and that moment's lapse was all she needed. She spied a gap in the human wall and charged for it. The gap looked smaller up close than it had earlier, or were the people deliberately trying to keep her in? She squeezed past the first two rows of people and gasped in horror as the wall of people started to grope her as she passed. The more innocent ones stroked her hair, others her arms and the bolder ones were grabbing at her breasts and ass. Her forward momentum seemed to have slowed considerably as more and more hands joined the mix. She turned around to see Brad still standing in the middle of the circle, laughing like some ridiculous cartoon villain. Her shirt and bra were ripped off, giving the hungry mob access to her 34C breasts. They stroked across the tops and undersides and tweaked her nipples. She tried to fight back, but there were people still grabbing at her arms and keeping her locked in. Maybe twenty hands were at her hips and ass and thighs, caressing her through the thin fabric of her skirt. She yelped as more adventurous hands starting climbing up her legs. Trapped in a sea of hands, Janine was slowly succumbing to a mix of terror and pleasure. The fingers at her breasts knew exactly where to touch and her breathing was ragged with lust. The hands at her ass clawed her viciously, causing her to gasp in pain. The hands under her skirt had made the intrepid voyage to their destination and were now snuggling up to her wet pussy lips. It didn't take them long to reach up for the waistband of her panties and yank them down to her ankles. She continued to struggle, but the hands holding her arms were now vices. They didn't hurt her, but they weren't letting her go as she pleased. Some of the hands encouraged her to bend at her waist, while others flipped her skirt up over her bare bottom. The scent of her excitement filled the air and there was a pregnant pause as everyone seemed to stop to enjoy the fragrance. Looking over her shoulder, she could see that Brad had undone her jeans and lowered his briefs. His warrior stood proud and ready to do battle. Her body prepared itself for the imminent invasion by producing even more lubrication, or was that the work of the fingers working around and across her pussy? She looked forward and saw Drew Carter and Natasha Partridge, her friends. Surely they would help. She called out to them by name and they responded by coming closer. "Help me Drew. Help," she begged. "Yes Drew, why don't you help her," Brad remarked drily. He was right behind her now, and the hands had moved away from her entrance, as if to offer her sodden pussy as a sacrifice to the mighty warrior-god. The sheer presence of Brad behind her was driving her crazy, as if her insides were somehow drawn to him. "Sure, I know what you need," Drew responded. Dropping his bag to the floor, he reached for the button of his jeans. No! This is not what I want! "Janine, this is what you want," Drew insisted, whipping out his penis an inch from her face. She could feel Brad's hardness stroking up and down her pussy lips. It wouldn't be long now. Drew rubbed his cock brazenly across her lips, encouraging her to take it in. She opened her mouth slightly... "Miss Tyler, I won't have you spacing out in my class." In a flash, the movie was gone, dispelled by the female stern voice. Janine's vision was blurry and was slowly coming back into focus. "I bet you know the answer to this question on the board, then?" What class is this? It didn't seem to matter. The magic word had been spoken and her mind already knew the answer before she got to her feet. Professor Sandra Dalton was noticeably impressed, and cautioned Janine not to drift off again. But Janine could not control herself, slipping back into another dream by the time she was seated again. ---------- By the time the last bell rang, Janine was in a state of delirium. She had felt so horny and pent up that she couldn't eat her lunch. She had taken two fifteen-minute breaks from her classes so she could relieve herself in the ladies. Her panties were just soaked through with the continuous orgasms and she had tried to dry them between classes only to soak them again in the next class. She didn't need a mirror to tell her, she felt burnt out. "Janine you look tired." Natasha bounded up, overflowing with infectious energy. "I bet a trip to the mall would liven things up; it always works for me." Janine perked up instantly. "I thought we were going to hang out at your place? The mall would be great." "There are some things I'd like to get," Natasha eyed her friend curiously. Getting Janine to go shopping was usually akin to getting her teeth pulled. "Okay let's go, I feel so much better already." Janine has been acting strangely all week. Nah, it's probably nothing. Natasha brushed it off as she started after Janine. Dare Me Not Ch. 06 Dare Me Not Ch. 06 Thank you for all your feedback and comments, they are greatly appreciated. When we last left, Janine had been bet into a feverish state of lust by Brad (Ch 4) and spent the whole day at school completely wound up in her fantasies of forced sex (Ch 5). Fortunately or otherwise, Natasha had coerced her into going to the mall, and in so doing, her mind is temporarily taken away from her heightened state of arousal. Note: I do not condone any of the actions in any of my stories. They are merely fantasy, written for our common enjoyment. "How often do you come here?" Janine cocked her head curiously at Natasha. "Oh, maybe twice or thrice a week" came the nonchalant reply. "Three times a week? That would certainly explain how you always seem to be talking about new clothes!" Janine could care less about the latest fashion or dressing up, but she knew her blonde friend was all about that sort of thing. She had no idea how Natasha even had the money to keep up with such an outrageous habit. "How do you pay for all that? I didn't think your family made that much money." "Well, I always go for deals and get things at unbeatable prices." That made sense. Natasha was one of those impeccable people; the type that was always in control, always knew what to do and where to go, and always looked fabulous doing it. Looking fabulous was easy with honey-coloured hair, impressive breasts and legs that seemed to go on forever before disappearing into her short denim skirt. It seemed so effortless for her, Janine mulled. Janine was no wallflower herself, even though she would have never have seen herself in this light prior to this week. Just last week, Janine Tyler was a poorly dressed, plain Jane that melded into walls. Everything had changed after listening to Professor Dawson's audio CD. It had accidentally contained some research audio track on Instinctive Cognitive Reprogramming, he had called it. The ability to train one's mind to process certain things in an instant, as if acting on instinct. The triggers were bets and dares, and so far, she had only been going from problem to problem. Her only cause for relief was that no one had really figured everything out and Professor Dawson had been kind enough to perform some tests on her to help her characterize her newfound superpower. Yea, if only I could call it a superpower. Some of the dares had been benign, even helpful. With Nat's coaxing, Janine had started wearing skirts and heels on occasion. Her self-confidence was slowly building. She seemed to be doing well in class because of better focus. At least until today. Brad had cornered her in the morning at the back of the school where her locker was and assaulted her. It wasn't the first time either. Worse yet, he seemed to be catching on to Janine's predicament, carefully choosing his words so she would have no way out. She knew that she was going to meet him early the next day, and she was going to be begging for him to assault her again. Her mind had spent the whole day dreaming up scenarios where Brad groped her in the halls, stripped her in public, forced her to suck his dick, and many many other disgusting thoughts. Her body had played along, keeping her in a constant state of arousal, and giving her orgasms after orgasms to the point where she had given up cleaning up after herself because she couldn't control it. She had given up and resigned herself to her fate. She shook her head violently, as if to clear out the imaginary cobwebs of bad memories. Natasha had said, no, had bet that going to the mall would cheer her up, and it was working. Each step closer she was to the mall, Janine could feel her spirits rising. The bad memories with Brad were slowly washing away, and had completely melted away when Janine stepped through the main doors. She breathed the recycled air in deeply as if it were the freshest breeze wafting through the mountains. "See, you look so much better. More lively!" Natasha remarked. Janine twirled on a foot, her dark grey skirt flaring up slightly as she completed a full pirouette, chuckling like a kid unleashed in a toy store. "Yes indeed!" "Since you're in such a good mood, let's start with new bikinis! I saw this one the last time I came that I liked, but it was out of stock then, and I know it'll be available today!" Natasha grabbed Janine by the wrist, dragging her off in a direction. Janine mutely followed. Janine hardly swam, and hardly went to the beach. She had a black one-piece swimsuit that had served her well for four years, and she was sure she wasn't going to outgrow that one any time soon. She had barely grown two inches since fourteen, though her chest had filled out a little more since back then. She had no need for a new swimsuit. Natasha continued babbling on, and didn't stop until they were inside the swimwear store. Natasha made a beeline to a rack against the wall and with a loud aha! raised her find up high. It was a gorgeous two piece bikini in a bright attention-grabbing pink, very loud, very Natasha. There wasn't much material to it, but the price seemed to infer an inverse correlation between the amount of material and its extravagant number. "You've got to try one on too!" Ignoring Janine's protests, Natasha pushed a white bikini into her hands and hustled her to the changing rooms. Janine entered a stall and was surprised when Natasha came in behind her and closed the door. "Don't worry about it," she exclaimed. "We're all women anyway, right?" Janine mumbled something affirmative, and turned her back to Natasha as she reached under her skirt to take her panties off. They had seen each other before in gym class, but these were much closer quarters. Even though Natasha seemed to have no need for privacy, Janine felt the need to give her some. She shimmied the white bottoms up under the skirt, checking that it was snugly on before taking her skirt off. Looking in the mirror, she saw that Natasha had started with her top and was now trying to squeeze her 36D breasts into little pink triangles no bigger than her palms. Even more embarrassed, Janine turned away from the mirror completely to take the rest of her clothes off. Her swimsuit had significantly more cloth than Natasha's, so it wasn't difficult to get her smaller 34C breasts positioned right, but what the manufacturers had given to her in material, they had taken away in padding. The padding was rather thin, and even in the dim light of the changing room, her dark nipples were faintly visible under the cloth. Natasha had finished donning her bikini and whistled her approval. "You look really hot, Janine. You should come out to the beach to get a tan. I'm sure you'll enjoy it." "To be honest, I feel kind of underdressed." "You've never worn a bikini before!" At Natasha's outburst, Janine looked sheepishly away. "Oh my. Well take this off. I'm getting it for you." She demanded, gesticulating at the white bikini. "No you really don't have to," Janine started. "I insist. Now take it off so I can go settle it while you change back." Natasha had already undone the ties behind her neck and back and her breasts burst free of their prison. Janine just gawked at her friend's assets before hastily turning around. Natasha was back into her white jacket and light blue tube dress by the time Janine handed over the bikini and she flitted out the door. When Janine emerged, Natasha was outside waiting impatiently. "Come on, time waits for no woman, especially not when they are shopping! There are a few more items I'd like to get before we leave." "Uh, okay. Thanks for buying that bikini, though I don't know when I'd ever get the chance to wear it." "Don't mention it! Maybe we should go to the beach sometime soon, like next week or something!" Janine wasn't convinced; she would need much more coaxing to get her into that bikini in any public place. "Could you hang on to this?" Natasha offered her a plastic bag. Janine took the bag of swimsuits as Natasha almost dragged her out of the shop. Their next stop turned out to be Accessoritz, an aptly named accessory shop. Natasha urged Janine in, but Janine's head was beginning to throb and she bowed out, opting to sit by the indoor fountain not too far from the shop Natasha was determined to peruse. Natasha zipped back into the shop like a woman on a mission. The sound of lapping water calmed Janine down. She felt like the world around her was accelerating and everything was just moving too quickly. She just needed time to kick back and relax. It had been such a difficult week. The splashing of the fountain was so therapeutic, and it made her want to stretch out. She took her denim jacket off and laid it on her sling bag. The air-conditioning in the mall wasn't very strong, and the bit of sun coming down through the skylight made her feel good. Her arms, shoulders and neck hurt a little and she swung her arms in lazy circles. She arched her back languidly, savouring the moment with a wide smile on her face. She reached her arms as far back as they could go, thrusting her breasts up and outward as she felt the muscles between her shoulder blades sigh in relief. A few passers-by gave her more than a moment's glance as they walked by, giving her body silent nods of approval. Her white top had turned translucent under the direct sunlight, allowing anyone who noticed a good showing of her bra-covered breasts. She couldn't care less as she basked in the warm glow. "Janine." Natasha's voice cut through her moment of tranquility. She seemed hurried, urgent, like she always did. Maybe a little more urgent than usual. Janine opened her eyes to see Natasha walking very quickly in her direction. "Janine we need to go." "Huh?" was all that Janine could mumble. "Now. We need to go now." Janine stood up reluctantly, and noticed two men in a security uniforms walking in the direction of Accessoritz. "What happened?" "No time, we should just head home and relax there." "Sure." They turned and walked off, and were almost at the entrance to the mall when they heard a voice behind them. "Miss, we would like to a moment to talk with you." The tone was soft, but had no lack of authority. The girls turned around to see the two security guards. The black one was taller than her, maybe 5'10", and looked like he worked out a little. He wasn't built like a wall, nor had biceps the size of a dumbbell, but he looked fit. Or perhaps looked fitter next to his shorter white colleague. He was only slightly taller than her 5'5", and had eaten too many cheeseburgers in his 40-odd years of life. He wasn't fat, but had the beginnings of a beer gut. His gold-rimmed glasses brought attention to his beady eyes that were staring at them. Something about him made Janine feel uncomfortable, and she looked away. "Yes gentlemen, how can we help you?" Natasha seemed a little jittery, not her usual self. "We'd prefer to talk somewhere more private." The tall one responded. He was the one with the soft firm voice. "It would be better for you and your friend." "What happened, sir?" Janine was getting a little worried herself. "We need to speak with your friend here." He looked at Janine. "I don't think it will be of much concern. You should wait for her somewhere else; it'll be just a while." "Ivan, I bet this girl is curious to know what is going on." The shorter one seemed to be smirking. "I am curious to know what is going on," Janine replied firmly before she realised what she was saying. There it goes again. Ivan, the tall black security guard, wasn't convinced. "Vinny, she isn't involved," he commented in his partner's ear. "Ivan, I've been working here longer. If she is so eager to come along, then bring her along. Maybe she needs to know what her friend is really like." "Alright, follow us," Ivan commanded as they ushered them to a side exit that lead to some office areas. They walked down corridors, making lefts and rights through a part of the mall that even Natasha wasn't familiar with. They finally stopped at a door with 'SECURITY' boldly printed on it and they motioned the girls to enter. Janine was expecting a room full of monitors streaming surveillance video feeds, but instead there wasn't much in the room other than a table, a few chairs and cupboard against the wall. Ivan guided Janine to stand by the wall, while they had Natasha sit at the table facing the door. "So, we would like your cooperation," started Vinny as he sat opposite Natasha. He frowned at her through his glasses, watching her every twitch. "We got an alert from the salesgirl in Accessoritz and she claims that a girl matching your description took a necklace from the store without paying for it." Janine looked over at Natasha, whose face was betraying no emotion. She suddenly feared that the guards' accusations might be true. "Do you have anything to say before we ask you to show proof of purchase for everything that you have on you?" Ivan was standing near the door, as if to warn them that they were not leaving until their curiosity was satisfied. He waited a while, and sensing no response, he continued, "Okay, empty your purse on the table." Natasha opened the clasp of her purse and dumped them out. Powder, eyeliner, lipstick, mascara, blush, and other makeup essentials tumbled out. She brings all that to school everyday, wondered Janine. A small notepad, her set of keys, a mechanical pencil, breath mints, cell phone and other miscellaneous items followed behind. Vinny started spreading them across the table. A necklace rolled out from the purse and Janine's heart started to beat faster. "Is this the one?" Ivan asked Vinny. It couldn't have been. Janine recognised it, having seen Natasha wear it on occasion before. She piped up, "Sirs, I've seen her wear that at school before. I think her mother gave it to her last year." Vinny held it up to his nose and scrutinized it as if he were a jewelry appraiser. He didn't need any experience in jewelry to notice that the metal sections were tarnished and showed a fair amount of usage. Dejected, he let the necklace fall to the table. Unless... "Miss, can I see the necklace you are wearing now?" Natasha flinched before slowly moving her hands up to remove the necklace. Janine had seen her wear many necklaces over the course of their friendship, but this was a new one. Uh-oh. "Are you in the habit of wearing a necklace and bringing another in your purse?" Ivan questioned Natasha as Vinny stared at this other necklace. It matched the description given by the salesgirl, and it looked very new. "Miss, this necklace was taken from Accessoritz wasn't it?" Vinny didn't wait for Natasha to reply Ivan's question. "The fact that you took your own necklace off so that you could put this on and walk out without paying is guilt enough, but we want to hear you say it. Wait, before you claim your guilt..." Vinny walked past Janine to the lone cupboard and retrieved a video camera already on a tripod. He set it up efficiently and aimed it directly at Natasha. He spoke again, "Now miss, you are aware that there is a video camera in this room and it is recording what you do and say." Natasha nodded mutely. Vinny's smile increased slightly. It was important that she acknowledged the presence of the camera, or the evidence could be dismissed. "Did you take this necklace," he raised the necklace before the camera for dramatic effect, "from Accessoritz this day the twentieth of September 20XX?" Natasha paused, and nodded miserably. This day was turning out to be pretty unfortunate. "The camera cannot hear you," Ivan prodded. "Yes," Natasha confirmed. Janine's mind was reeling. What was going on? Natasha had stolen that necklace? How long had she been shoplifting? At least she had paid for their swimsuits, right? Right? As if on cue, Ivan called out to her, "Miss, could you come and sit at the table as well. We would like you to account for your purchases as well." Janine meekly complied, placing the plastic bag with the swimsuits on the table. She cleared her throat nervously before saying, "I don't have the receipt for these." Ivan's gaze shifted from Janine to Natasha and back to Janine. "Did either of you pay for this item?" Natasha flinched, "I didn't." Janine felt her world crumble around her. She turned to Natasha in a mix of fear and anger. "You said you paid for it!" "Sorry," was all that Natasha could offer. "Miss, you do realise that you are now an accomplice in this case of theft." Vinny's smile had increased ever so slightly. He relished the fear in their eyes and the way they squirmed in their chairs. "But I had nothing to do with this. Nat!" Janine floundered, her mind flooding with images of getting arrested and thrown into jail. "Sir, I swear she had nothing to do with it!" Natasha figured that Ivan was the more reasonable of the two. He simply shrugged his shoulders. "The law is the law. We can always review the surveillance to see who carried the item out of the store." Ivan reminded them. Janine blanched. Natasha had passed the bag to her before they left the store. There was no way to prove her innocence here. She felt like crying, and felt like this trip to the mall was turning out to be terrible. She could hardly focus on Vinny as he went on a tirade about the degradation of society, shoplifting and their potential punishments. Suddenly, she felt a familiar stirring in her belly. The curse that Brad had put on her was returning with a vengeance. He had insinuated that she would be brimming with lust until they met the next morning, and now that the visit to the mall had lost its lustre, her mind was reverting to its prior state. Of all the wrong times! Ivan watched curiously as the mousy brunette suddenly froze mid-motion. She had been animated and angry upon discovering her betrayal, but now she looked conflicted. Whatever was on her mind must be even more worrying that a potential jail time. In fact, the way she was starting to squirm seemed less worried and almost sensual. Janine's brow was furrowed in a deep frown as her lewd thoughts sent pulses of pleasure down her spine, each striking a different chord within her. The bright light in the room made it too easy to ignore everyone else and she fought valiantly to stop from touching herself. I must focus! I won't lose to this! Not now! She bit her lip as she gripped the edge of the seat between her legs. Ivan's mouth opened slightly as her grey pleated skirt rode further up her creamy white thighs. What a change! She was either an excellent actress, or she really had no control over how she was behaving. His partner Vinny hadn't noticed; he continued laying legalese into Natasha, whose eyes were growing larger with each accusation and expected punishment. "I never meant for it to get this far," she wailed now, "I won't do again, I promise. Please please let us go..." "You're never going to get off the hook girl. You'll go to jail, get kicked out of school and your family will disown you...." Vinny enjoyed this part of his job, Ivan thought - the part where he got to mess with the minds of these poor adolescents and scare them away from a life of crime. Or scare them into one, he considered. Ivan was only focused on Janine. Her eyes were now screwed shut and she had shuffled forward on her seat as if her pussy was crying out to be touched. The skirt had ridden up to her crotch line and he could almost see it if he leaned forward to look over the table. But that would give away the fact that he was watching. The brunette slut. It reminded him of a recent adventure that his pal Matt had told him, of a brunette that sucked him off in the changing room. She had been so easy to manipulate, Matt had claimed, and she responded to bets. Dare Me Not Ch. 06 "I bet you'd listen to what I say if you knew what was good for you! Now look here!" Vinny roared. He had reached the climax of his sermon. Natasha was practically in tears. Janine's eyes flew open and locked on to Vinny. Her sudden motion gave Ivan a shock as he quickly contemplated that reaction. He cut Vinny off, motioning him to watch him and follow his lead. "I bet you'll get to your feet and stretch both arms up in the air for five seconds." Vinny watched in equal shock when he saw Janine leap to her feet with both arms reaching for an invisible ball. The partners shared a knowing look. Ivan couldn't believe his luck. The brunette slut. Natasha wiped her tears from her eyes to see Janine standing upright with both hands in the air. "What are you doing?" she whispered. "I'm stretching," came the serious reply. "Now?" "Yeah." The five seconds passed and Janine's arms flopped to her sides. Vinny thought about it a while. This was a thankless job but it was his only job. He had a lot to lose if he abused his authority. But someone had to teach these - children - a lesson, and keep them on the side of the good. So it was practically his duty to discipline them. Ivan, on the other hand, had less glorious ideas. He had no idea if the blonde was under the same influence, but it wouldn't matter. One was better than none, and if they could get both of them to obey their commands, all the better. In their usual routine, Vinny was the bad cop and Ivan was the good cop. It was his role to soothe the frazzled offender and assure them that they would only be let off a warning. But today, he felt like being a bad cop. "Now you both know that what you have done is a serious offence. I'm sure neither of you want to go to jail but we have to do our jobs." He deliberately skirted around the word 'bet' to see if there was any effect on the two girls. None, as expected. "There is a way out. Both of you step in front of the table." The girls complied. "We're going to take this video as proof of the items that you stole, so that if you ever complain or commit another crime, it can be used against you." "Ok sure, is that all? Are we free?" Janine really wanted out of that room, and she wasn't sure if it was because she wanted out of the situation, or if she needed to get to the ladies to masturbate freely. "No. We want you to wear the items that you stole. Now." "Are you friggin' mad? That's sick, you sick pervert!" Natasha was livid. "Natasha, what have you got us into this time? I'm not wearing that bikini for these two sickos!" Janine turned on her friend. "Haha, it's your only way out of this. I bet that you'll take your clothes off right here and change in front of the camera. I bet that both of you will do it!" Ivan folded his arms and stood back. Janine's eyes widened as his words sunk in. How could he have known? Her arms, unbidden, were already shrugging off her denim jacket. Natasha continued hurling profanities, but Janine had zoned out. Her hands moved slowly to the edge of her top. In a fluid motion, she lifted it over her head. Natasha gasped, "Janine what are you doing?" Janine's fingers were at the clasp of her bra. "I'm changing into the bikini you stole for me." Her earlier shyness in the changing room with Natasha was nowhere to be found as she brazenly displayed her breasts for the two guards. Vinny took in her dark protruding nipples and whistled. This was all in the name of teaching them a lesson. They wouldn't steal again! Ivan watched as her skirt loosened and fell to the floor, his cock rising in approval. Natasha jumped in front of her friend, blocking their view. "You creeps! You bastards! What did you do to her! Don't you dare look!" The room was filled with the strong unmistakeable scent of sex as Janine took her panties off. Ivan almost crowed; he had been right, the slut had been aroused. There was a huge wet spot in her panties, and from the way it glistened, he knew it was fresh. Now what will you do, slut? Natasha whirled around in horror to see her best friend completely in the nude before the guards. "No, Janine," she wailed, covering her mouth. What had happened to her friend? "Nat, you need to change into the bikini you stole too." Janine's voice was firm. "No I won't! I don't know what has gotten into you! Janine, wake up!" "You must take off your clothes," Janine repeated. "No!" "Fine!" Janine reached forward and grabbed Natasha's jacket by the collar. "What are you..." was all Natasha got out before Janine whipped her around and pulled it from her shoulders. It was Ivan's turn to whistle. This was turning out better than he had expected. "Janine, stop!" Janine's fingers now gripped the top of Natasha's tube dress and yanked it downwards before Natasha could stop her. Her strapless bra came down with it, and both guards couldn't help but gawk. Janine had decent breasts, but Natasha's were amazing. They defied gravity even with their size, something that only youth could allow and Natasha's 18 years of age was as youthful as one could hope. She backed away from Janine against the wall, covering her breasts with her arms, but Janine wasn't going to stop. Like a cornered animal left with no other choices, she continued pulling at Natasha's dress until it lay on the floor at Natasha's feet. Ivan tore his gaze away for a second to make sure that the camera was catching all the action. Natasha slumped to the floor, sobbing violently into her hands. "Come on Nat, we must change into our bikinis!" Janine commanded. "They won't let us go otherwise. And I'm not going to jail for this." "Janine are you out of your mind? They have a naked video of me!" "And it's because you stole the necklace! Get to your feet now and get dressed!" Natasha had never known Janine to be so fierce and the unfamiliar tone shocked her back into sanity. "That's right; you better listen to everything we say otherwise you're not getting out of here." Vinny added an unnecessary threat to reinforce Janine's point. Natasha climbed back onto her three-inch heels and turned away from the camera to retrieve the flimsy pink bikini top to put it on. "Uh-uh, you're going to face the camera when you do that," Vinny continued. Utterly shamed, Natasha turned to face the camera. She enjoyed attention in general, always laughing and flirting with the losers and posers in school because she knew that they wouldn't dare come near her because she was with Drew, and he didn't care for anyone getting too close to her. This time, Drew was nowhere to be found; she had no one to protect her, and the thought of it scared her. She fumbled with her bikini top as she had in the changing room, her breasts refusing to sit still in the little slips of cloth. Ivan smiled appreciatively as he watched her pink nipples go in and out from hiding a couple of times before resting snugly behind the triangles. He enjoyed the view when she reached behind to tie the strings behind her back; it caused her massive globes to thrust out obscenely. When had swimsuits become about how much skin you could legally show without showing everything? He silently thanked the designer of this bikini for it left little to the imagination. He turned to look at Janine, who had her white bikini top on and was wriggling into the bikini bottoms. Ivan revelled in her neatly trimmed bush and felt his cock harden even more as he spied small droplets on her hair. Surely they would show up when she put them on? Janine pulled the thong up and true enough, the white cloth absorbed all that good wetness and he could see her pussy hair matted against the front of her crotch. The white material was perfect in the bright lights of the detainment room, making her dark nipples all the more obvious. He couldn't wait to get his hands on them. He knew Vinny preferred blondes and he was waiting for the right moment to lay the next bet down. Vinny was bent over the waist so he was eye level with Natasha's crotch. She demurred, but took her panties off anyway. The faster she got this done, the better for them all. Vinny shook his head in amazement. Wonder of wonders, he thought, that is a fantastic looking pussy! Natasha took great pride in ridding her body of excess hair, and her pussy hair fell in that category. Her pussy was clean shaven and the closed labia made her look even younger. In a frenzy, she slipped into the matching pink g-string and covered it up best she could. Vinny had had an eyeful, but he wasn't going to be satisfied so easily. "Don't forget the necklace. You stole that too," he goaded her and watched triumphantly as she put the necklace on. "There!" Natasha exclaimed. "We're in the lousy bikinis!" "What do you mean lousy bikinis?" Ivan asked flippantly. "You risked your entire education for these wonderful garments and you call them lousy?" He clicked his tongue in disapproval, smirking with the thought of what was to come. "No, we're not done yet," Vinny chimed in. "We want you to model these outfits that you wanted so badly." Natasha choked back a sob. This was a nightmare. Hesitantly she turned to give her side profile. Janine stood woodenly at her side, unsure of what to do. "You too, brunette slut, I bet you know how to act sexy." Ivan laid in extra emphasis on the 'bet'. All the stiffness in Janine's body washed away as her mind returned to the thought of sex. What is going on? It's like... it's... it's good... Janine cupped her cheek with a hand, and brought the other to rest between her breasts. Natasha watched as Janine struck a pose after another, each one sultrier than the previous. Janine thrust her breasts out in the direction of the camera, giving it a clear look down her cleavage and her erect nipples poking through the fabric. She then crossed her arms under her breasts, lifting them up like an obscene offering. For her next pose, she cupped her breast with her left hand and covered her crotch with the right, looking coyly at the camera. With her right hand so close to her pussy, something at the back of her mind took over. Her crotch jerked forward and her swollen clit made contact with her middle finger. She gasped suddenly as the sudden sensation sent tremors through her body. She could feel the pressure growing at the epicentre, that sweet spot within her pussy, and she yearned to reach in for it. But no, it wasn't the right time or place. But she wanted to, so badly. The guards noticed that Janine wasn't modelling her swimsuit anymore, and her right hand was moving circles around her clit. Natasha noticed too and hugged Janine, begging her to stop degrading herself, but it was too late. Janine was too close to the point of no return. With a shriek she climaxed, soaking the white thong. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets and she flailed about wildly in Natasha's arms. The shuddering seemed to last a long time before they both collapsed to the floor, Natasha unable to hold her weight. Natasha's eyes were wide and her breathing was heavy. It was the first time she had seen such a violent orgasm, and it filled her with strange pangs of jealousy. It turned her on to see the extent of Janine's arousal and perhaps it was the strong scent of sex in the air or something more primal, but she could feel her body responding. Looking down, she could see the outline of her nipples pressing against the bikini and the string between her ass cheeks was rubbing her in a distracting way. She fought back the urge to adjust it, and looked up at the two guards. "Well that's that." Vinny reached behind him and retrieved his handcuffs. Natasha was too stunned to react before the cold hard steel wrapped itself around her right wrist. "But, but you said..." she started. "You're still going to be charged for theft, young lady. This is the law, and there is no free lunch. Ivan, you can cuff that girl." Vinny shrugged her complaints off as he twisted her arm around her back and clicked the other cuff on. "I'll bring her to the my office to sort out the paperwork." Vinny carted a struggling Natasha out of the room and the sound of her protests was cut off when the door thudded shut behind them. Ivan knew exactly what Vinny was up to. It was all part of Vinny's scare tactics. People reacted differently when the handcuffs came on; they became more desperate and more compliant. He also knew he needed no handcuffs for his brunette slut. Janine's legs folded awkwardly beneath her as she panted heavily into the floor. She felt so good, though her mind was slowly returning to sanity. She shuddered at the thought of the video camera taking her every move. Would the guards really let them go after all? "Now now, that was a fine orgasm. Are your legs all wobbly and tired? I bet they're just fine, and you're going to stand up now." Ivan's voice broke through the haze. As if stung by a bee, Janine flew off the floor, all trace of tiredness leaving her as she stood ramrod in the middle of the room. "Sir, that's enough. We've learnt our lesson and we're sorry and we won't do it again," Janine pleaded, now looking Ivan in the eye. She is so easy to manipulate, he thought. "I will decide when I think you are sorry. Hands up behind your head." Janine complied. "I bet you're usually a really good girl. You'll follow my commands right?" Janine wanted terribly to be defiant, spit in his face or kick him hard, but she was a good girl, and all she could do was nod her agreement. Most good girls would not be in a holding room holding their hands behind their heads for shoplifting, but that was a minor grievance. "Now you'll hold that position until I say otherwise right?" Ivan had reverted to his soft, quiet commanding voice. He felt that he didn't need to be harsh with this girl since she was so ridiculously compliant. Whatever it was that made her that way, he could really use. There were a lot of people in his life, Vinny included, that could use a good shutting up. Janine's arms locked themselves in that position. With her hands behind her head and her elbowed pushed back, she could see her breasts straining against the white bikini. Ivan pulled up a chair three feet in front of her and sat down to enjoy her humiliating position. Her white thong was dark with her juices and her neatly trimmed bush was perfectly framed by the white triangle. Exquisite. "And since you're a good girl, you're not ever going to complain or report this, are you?" Ivan pressed in. "No I won't," came Janine's reply. I'm a good girl, she thought. "You're a good girl, but you've been a little naughty," Ivan continued. "I haven't been naughty, sir." "But you have. Look at your soaked swimsuit. Isn't that naughty?" "Well..." Janine blushed and looked away. Why was he tormenting her? "Sir, you should let me go now." "No. You have been naughty. I dare you to say it." "I have been naughty," Janine replied immediately. Did she also respond to dares, he wondered. "I dare your naughty nipples to harden." Janine cried out in shame as she watched her nipples grow firm under his command. They now stuck out through the bikini like pencil erasers. "Now now, I'm sure they can do better than that." She let out a cry as her nipples responded again as if tweaked by an invisible hand. She closed her eyes as she saw Ivan leaning forward to pinch her proffered nipples. ---------- Natasha continued to struggle as Vinny dragged her down the deserted hallway by the arm. Where was he leading her? She worried for a moment if Janine was alright, before fear and self-preservation took over. "Let me go already, you've had your fun, I'm sorry!" Vinny continued to lead her down one hallway to another until she was truly lost. The handcuffs behind her back added to her apprehension and she felt trapped. She tottered along in her high heels, each step threatening her breasts with eviction from the sanctuary of her bikini. They jostled with a passion, and Vinny watched their dance out of the corner of his eye. She was truly fine, from her long blonde hair in a ponytail to her three inch heels. The bikini was held up only by the four knots, behind her neck, her back and on her luscious hips. He licked his lips subconsciously. They reached his office and he brought her inside and sat her down. He didn't offer to undo the handcuffs, leaving them locked behind her back. "You're going to sign this." He slapped an official looking document in front of her. "It's an admission of guilt and an agreement to whatever punishment I see fit." "I'm not signing that!" Natasha exclaimed. "That's good, because I have another one. The gist of this one is that you're guilty and are ready to be sentenced at the nearest possible time. I will personally deliver you to the lockup." "I refuse! I want a lawyer." "You don't get a lawyer, young lady. In a situation like this, since you were caught by me in my mall, you are under my jurisdiction and I can choose which of these I want you to sign. I'm being real nice to offer you the choice. If you don't want that luxury, I can choose for you..." He let his words trail off and watched them sink into her. Stupid kids. If they had studied more instead of watching crappy soaps and sitcoms, they would know that he had delivered a whole lot of bull. But bullshit is only bullshit if someone calls it. He could tell Natasha didn't know any better. "So which will it be?" He tapped the table impatiently. "The first one," she replied eventually. "Good." He unlocked her right hand and watched her eagerly as she signed her right to complain away. As she put the pen down, he almost crowed with joy. It was the first time he went this far outside the boundaries. He usually gave them a stern talking to and sent them away after they cried and begged. But this girl, she deserved more. There was something about her that made him want to stretch his limits. She started to complain as the handcuff went back around her free wrist. He turned her to face him as he explained that the handcuffs were only a reminder that she could easily have been sent to jail. He asked her if she had stolen before. She squirmed, unwilling to further implicate herself, but after he assured her that it would be in confidence she recounted several similar incidents. He wasn't surprised at all. Most kids wouldn't know how to stop, and got bolder each time they succeeded. It had started with trinkets from Accessoritz and made its way to clothes and shoes. He tried to act professional, but his eyes kept wavering to her barely covered breasts. He wasn't interested in her story, only interested in calming her down and making her feel like she could trust him. Sensing the time was right, he stood up slowly. "You have been very cooperative Miss Partridge. But we cannot only talk through your punishment. There needs to be some physical punishment so you will remember it. I need to be sure that you will remember this and not commit any more crimes because we don't ever want to have to send you to jail." Natasha nodded meekly. "Let us proceed then, Ms Partridge. Can I call you Nat instead?" "Em, sure." "Okay Nat, I am going to administer a spanking." "A what?!" Natasha's level of anxiety rose. "A good, old-fashioned spanking. You can either have it standing up while touching the ground or you can rest across my legs. Either way, you must receive ten strokes without resistance. Any resistance and your punishment may increase." "I will not be spanked!" Natasha was on her feet in a loud protest. "You signed the form to say that you accepted my punishment rather than go to jail. If you do not hold up to your side of the bargain, I will be forced to fulfill mine. Now bend over!" Natasha opened her mouth to retort, but thought the better of it and hesitantly bent over to touch the ground. The sight of her ass with a thin pink string separating the cheeks made Vinny's cock harden instantly. He was going to enjoy this. Dare Me Not Ch. 06 ---------- Janine's mouth was dry as she watched Ivan's hand creep close to her right nipple. She wanted desperately to move away, but his command kept her rooted in place. When his finger finally made contact with the tip of her nub, she flinched. She closed her eyes and willed him away, but found that he had now moved closer and had her right breast in his palm. His other hand covered the left breast and she let out a moan as he tweaked her nipples. She wanted to beg him to stop, but her body was responding to his touch and she was beginning to enjoy it. Still, her shame made her turn her head away. Ivan watched her expression change from fear to excitement to shame. He wanted her to watch him molest her; she would not deny him that pleasure. "I dare you to watch," he taunted, smiling broadly as she turned back to watch his hands move briskly across her chest. He kneaded her soft flesh and squeezed her nipples through the bikini, making her gasp. His cock was rampaging in his trousers but he held back. This was far too much fun to ruin it with haste. He brought his mouth to her left nipple, and she could feel the heat from his lips through the material. She jerked as he suckled on it, the sensation sending tingles down her spine. He continued his ministrations first to her left breast then to her right, all the time noting the rise and fall of her breasts as she breathed deeply. His fingers made their way down the length of her body to her soaked crotch. At the first touch of his fingers on her labia, her body took over again. She arched her crotch upward to give him better access to her clit. He smiled at her wonton actions; what a slut she was. Well how could the gentleman in him deny her what she clearly asked for? He traced his finger along her slit and she moaned as her body responded with another wave of lubrication. She could barely think, so overcome with lust and the need for satisfaction. But his words kept her straight, upright and immobile. He tortured her, licking her nipples and fondling her pussy through the translucent bikini, and Janine could feel another orgasm building. It was almost like Ivan was stoking the fires in her belly each time his fingers rubbed against her clit. He had now moved the bikini top aside and was directly pinching and nibbling at her nipples. His tongue was a paintbrush in the hands of an artist as he painted her nipples, her areolas and her breasts with strokes of different pressure. Her eyes rolled back in her half-closed lids as she focused on the raging sensations. Her hands were gripping the back of her head, straining against invisible bonds. Ivan felt the tremor in her body and knew that he had her. He pulled the crotch of her bikini to the side and shoved two fingers into her flooded pussy, clamping down hard on her nipples with his other hand and his mouth. Janine threw her head back and screamed as she came. The violence of her orgasm threatened to crush his invading fingers, but Ivan kept moving them in and out of her pussy. She writhed against the intrusion, not out of rejection, but to desperately get more of his fingers deeper into her. Her legs felt weak, and she mentally begged him to release her from her position. So relieved was she when he told her that she could move that she wrapped her arms around him and hung on as the powerful orgasm continued to turn her insides to jelly. Her breathing was still heavy and laboured and she was still flying high when he spoke. "You're such a good girl, Janine." She nodded dumbly into his shoulder as he continued. "A good girl should be given a reward, right?" She nodded again as he lifted her off his chest to look her in the eyes. He seemed happy to see they were still glassy from her orgasm. She wasn't going to argue or fight back. It would be a stretch if she could even move. "Here, why don't I reward you with a long hard black cock?" He tugged at his pants loose and displayed his massive member. Janine did not need a lesson in statistics to guess that he was probably longer and thicker than the average population. She also didn't need any coaxing before dropped to her knees before him and kissed the tip of her 'reward'. He swelled up proudly, adding more girth to the impossibly thick snake. "Yes good girl Janine, you deserve this don't you? Why don't you use your tongue and lick all around this black lollipop?" She complied, sticking her tongue out to furtively lick at the tip of his cock. He jerked a little, secreting some precum which he urged her to suck up. She proceeded to lick around his shaft, her tongue seeming so small compared to it. She moved her head up and down the underside of the length, tracing a wet line along the bottom. Keep going, he encouraged her, as she rolled her tongue around the tip. I dare you to suck on your lollipop, came the next suggestion. She took a step back as if to resist before opening her mouth as wide as it would go. She barely got her lips around the head before she felt like he had filled her entire mouth; he was simply too big. But her dare was to suck, and suck she would. Her saliva mixed with his precum as she sucked on the tip for all she was worth. Ivan was in heaven, with a skinny white chick sucking on his dick. He hardly had trouble finding a date, but contrary to what he read in smut, most women were scared of his size. To find an eighteen-year-old slut who could hardly resist him and followed his every command had to be a godsend. He contemplated trying to fit himself into her pussy, but he knew that no matter how wet she was there was no way it was going to go in without a lot of bruising and a lot of questions later. He usually went for the older married women who were well stretched after two children. So he was going to enjoy giving his brunette slut the mouthfuck of the century. He started moving in time with her bobbing and with every thrust he tried to get another fraction of his length into her mouth. The good girl that she was, she tried her best not to scrape her teeth against this monster in her mouth, but he was too engorged to feel anything but the wetness wrapped around his penis anyway. He could feel the pressure building in his balls and he pulled out of her mouth just at the last moment, spraying thread after thread of sticky cum into her open mouth. Janine gagged and shut her mouth, but he continued to unload all over her face. It was quite a lot more than usual, he thought as the cum dripped from her face onto her exposed breasts. Janine opened her tentatively as if to confirm there were no more spurts coming her way. Something at the back of her mind seemed to be screaming at her, as if to convict her of a crime that she felt innocent of. She had been a good girl and she deserved the reward didn't she? ---------- "I want you to count them out, and thank me each time. If you try to run or resist in any other way, I will start again at zero." "You sick ba- OWWWWW!" Natasha straightened up immediately after the first strike. She had never been spanked before, because her parents didn't believe in punishment, thinking love was enough to make her change her naughty ways. It had worked eventually when she was old enough to understand, she thought, but she could feel how this way would have worked out even faster. All her desire to steal disappeared with a single stroke. "I didn't hear you thank me. That didn't count," came the stern reminder. Vinny stood behind her trembling form, relishing that first smack. She had a lovely ass, and it looked even better with the red imprint of his hand on it. He hadn't even put a lot of force into it, but he knew she was a sheltered kid. Her parents had probably never heard of 'Spare the Rod, Spoil the Child'. "No, no please. One, thank you Sir, you are most kind," Natasha gushed. "Oh alright, since you begged, I'll let you off this time. But no second chances. The next time you resist, or forget to thank me, we start again. Now bend over." Natasha wept as she bent over. Vinny didn't wait for her to be fully bent before delivering the next smack on the same cheek. "Two, thank you Sir." It stung, but not as much. The next one seemed to be terribly painful though. "Three, thank you Sir." Vinny watched her breasts swung violently in the bikini as he laid the fourth hit on the same right cheek. He moved to her left side to deliver the fifth blow. She wobbled dangerously on her high heels and he took the chance to stabilize her with his left hand, while keeping his right hand on her ass. It was very warm to the touch, and he could feel himself straining against the front of his trousers as he patted her cheek. Her voice had grown softer for four and five, but he let her off with a stern reminder that she should be louder for the remaining five. Natasha's face was as red as her right cheek, but she was determined not to let her embarrassment show. She would not give the perverse bastard the pleasure of seeing her crumble, even though she felt broken inside. Vinny didn't need to see her face to know that she was crying. He was focused only on the contrast between the white left cheek and the crimson right and the thread of pink between. Five more strikes and he would make them count. "Six, thank you Sir," Natasha screamed as he struck her left cheek. Her right cheek was numb now, and she had hoped that he would continue there, but he obviously had other plans. On the seventh blow, her legs seemed to lose strength and she pitched forward. If Vinny hadn't been conveniently there to catch her, she would have planted her face on the floor of his office. Vinny's hand had conveniently been placed to catch her across her chest, and he conveniently enjoyed the soft pillowy feeling. Natasha never even noticed the convenience. Her head was spinning from being bent over for too long; all the blood had rushed to her head. He shook his head as he watched her struggle to maintain her balance. "This is no good," he proclaimed. "If I don't deliver the remaining three, I will be forced by the agreement we signed earlier to hand you over to the police where they will most certainly detain you and charge you with stealing." "No, no," Natasha begged, "Would you allow me to receive the last three on your lap?" She barely heard herself murmur it out, but Vinny must have. It was almost as if he expected it for he was sitting on a chair beckoning her before she was done. "Sure of course. You should kneel here and lie across my knees." She crawled into position and draped herself over his knees. She placed her handcuffed hands on the floor and lifted her bright red cheeks to his punishing right hand. It came down hard on the left cheek and she squealed, "Eight, thank you Sir." The new position was less straining on her legs, but she straightened up with pain. "Nat, I warned you that you should not straighten up!" Her face turned white as she remembered. She hurriedly flopped over his knees and begged for forgiveness, but he was unrelenting. "You knew the conditions," he reminded her. She continued to beg, her tears now freely flowing and her voice warped with emotion. Vinny played hard ball a little longer before he caved in. "In order that you do not accidentally straighten up, I am going to lock your wrists to the pipe." Natasha noticed the water pipe that went from floor to ceiling for the first time. Vinny moved his chair near it, unlocked one of her wrists and locked it back on around the pipe. The pipe was pretty wide and it almost felt like Natasha could hug it, but he laid her back on his lap in the same position, only now there was no way for her to escape the impending spank. Two more, just two more, she consoled herself. The ninth spank was horrendous and she let out a blood-curdling yell, sure that he must have drawn blood. She jerked up trying to straighten, but couldn't. She sobbed into the pipe, hugging it was support and consolation, but the cold hard surface offered only the former. So wrapped up was she in her pain that she didn't notice his hand had come to rest on her throbbing behind. Vinny's cock had been leaking precum for a while now, and he wondered how long he could remain professional. This blonde thief was dressed in almost nothing, writhing against his thighs and was chained to the pipe with no escape. But he couldn't risk his entire career on this, could he? His mind was made as he started to stroke Natasha's ass cheek. At first he was gentle, and she was too busy crying to notice. But she finally did when he grabbed her ass with both hands. "What the fuck? Let go of me, you fucking creep!" Vinny just smirked. What was it with the youth of today, using profanity for shock value and punctuation? He was immune, in his own world with two hands on the ripest ass he had seen in decades. He had never made it with any one who wasn't a prostitute, and he blamed his parents for it. It was their fault that he was two hundred pounds overweight as a teen and into his early adulthood. He had only cut it back through sheer will and a lot of hard work. These skinny bitches have no idea how hard it is in life, too rich, too spoilt, too socially unaware of anything but their own existence. He'll teach them all, and he'll teach her. Natasha cursed him as he kneaded her ass. She squirmed as his fingers dug into her soft flesh and tried hard to wriggle away from his vice-like grip. He continued his assault on her behind as she fought back. She tried to stand and kick him, but he kept her on her knees with the weight of his hands. With a quick tug, he undid the knot at her back, and Natasha protested as she felt it unravel. All the protests in the world would not stop the bikini from its undoing and Vinny whistled in appreciation as her breasts finally dangled free. He didn't hold back. Keeping the other hand firm on her back to prevent her to rising, his left hand snaked around to cup her left breast. Natasha felt her heart climbing up her throat and couldn't scream. She whimpered as he mauled her breast. How did she get herself into this? If only she hadn't stolen that necklace, or if she hadn't gotten caught? All her philosophical ramblings disappeared she felt his fingers scrabbling at the knot at her right thigh. No! She found her voice and screamed as best she could, praying that someone would hear her. The cord at her hip slackened but the g-string did not fall on its own. No matter, Vinny yanked it down and it came to rest around her left knee. He stopped to lick two of his pudgy fingers before rubbing them lasciviously across her labia. He was now bent over her naked kneeling body, his weight keeping her from moving, and his breath heavy in her ear. His disgusting fingers were now circling her pussy like vultures. She prayed that the wetness she felt was his saliva and not her own fluids. She kept bucking against him to get him off her, but her gyrations only served to turn Vinny on more. She yelped in pain as his middle finger probed the entrance to her vagina. She wasn't a virgin, but she and Drew hadn't been active in a couple of weeks and her lips were firmly shut. Vinny was too committed now and the lust pounding in his ears drowned out her pleas for mercy. He drove his finger home to the knuckle and her cries increased in volume and intensity. She begged him to release her as he started to move the finger in and out of her pussy. "You know you can't escape your punishment, so you might as well enjoy it," Vinny sneered as he buried the finger for the umpteenth time. Natasha didn't enjoy it a bit. She was well and truly trapped, pinned to Vinny's thighs and handcuffed around a water pipe. But her body was beginning to betray her. Perhaps it was a defence mechanism, but she swore she could feel her own lubrication gushing forward, lessening the pain and friction from the intruding digit. Closing her eyes and hugging the pipe, she prayed he didn't notice. A second finger joining the party dashed her hopes. Vinny had noticed that Natasha was contributing and upped his game. They could hear the lewd sloshing as he plumbed her depths. Her desperate screams had died down and had been replaced with rapid shallow breaths. She was ready. Vinny kicked the chair away and got to his feet behind her. Natasha watched him move in slow motion, unable to react as he tore his pants open and pulled his briefs down to reveal his raging erection. Seemingly out of nowhere, his warrior was sheathed in a condom; Vinny always had a condom handy, and he wasn't taking any chances at getting caught. He dragged Natasha to her feet and his sweaty palms on her thighs reminded her of her predicament and revived her voice. "No, please don't, please stop, please..." Her voice died in her throat as he sunk himself into her depths. She was well lubricated now, and he wasn't much bigger than two of his fingers so she was amply stretched. She sobbed openly now as he thrust himself into her with reckless abandon. "This is the punishment you deserve; take it like the thief you are!" His voice rung in her ears as he continued his assault. His gripped her sides as he slammed his cock deep with each thrust. Fortunately her rape was short; Vinny was unable to contain himself and released himself while buried in her. Both of them were relieved that he had protection, neither wanting to consider the obvious consequences if he hadn't. Now spent, Vinny withdrew from Natasha, leaving her to cling to the water pipe, her only source of support in this room. Her tears marred her pretty face but Vinny felt no remorse, only satisfaction. Extracting himself from the condom, he spoke first. "Now don't you ever steal again! Consider this your firm admonishment!" "You bastard," Natasha snarled at him over her shoulder. "You'll pay for this. I'll send you to jail for life!" Something about his nonchalance scared Natasha. "Nat, you don't understand do you? You signed a contract stating that you will receive any form of punishment that I deemed fit." "You - raped - me. The cops will have a field day." Vinny snapped the soppy condom off and tossed it into his waste basket. Walking around the room, he made sure he had her attention as he pointed at a small video camera that was recording their every move. "They will alright, after I show them the footage. After I show everyone the footage, they'll agree that I had all legal right to do it because you agreed to it. Furthermore, participation in pornography will do wonders for your reputation. You should think very carefully about shoplifting or committing any crime in the future." Natasha couldn't tell if he was bluffing, but she knew she had signed that damned form and had verbally agreed. Was this sick scumbag going to get away scot-free? Vinny smirked, knowing that she would never tell. He almost hoped that she would be foolish enough to steal again in his mall. ---------- Janine had cleaned herself up and Natasha was back into her pink bikini when they were reunited some time later. Neither wanted to talk about their individual interrogation, only confirming with each other that they were both off the hook and free to go. They dressed wordlessly, trying their best to ignore the lustful eyes burrowing into their backs. Gripping each other's hand tightly, they made their way out of the mall in silence and shame. Dare Me Not Ch. 07 Recap: Janine and Natasha got into trouble in the mall because of Natasha's kleptomania (Ch. 6). Apparently Natasha had been stealing items on a regular basis from the mall, and today she had gotten caught red-handed, implicating Janine in the process. Janine also had a run-in with Brad Wheeler that morning (Ch. 4) whose carefully chosen commands have kept her in a constant state of arousal until their planned meeting the following morning. * Neither girl seemed interested in much conversation as they drove out of the mall car park. Their torture at the hands of the mall security weighed freshly in their minds. Janine caught herself thinking fondly of their interrogation. In fact, she had done nothing wrong. He even said that she had been a good girl. Ivan the security guard had rewarded her 'goodness' with a special treat and his words made her feel all tingly and happy inside. She couldn't shake the nagging thought at the back of her head that it wasn't right for the big security guard to offer her his massive cock as a reward. A small far-away voice screamed at her, as if trying to warn her of something important. What could it be? The more she tried to think about it, the more her mind seemed resolute. She had been a good girl and she deserved a reward. Ivan had said so. It was approaching six in the evening as Natasha pulled into her boyfriend Drew's driveway. They had arranged earlier to join him and his buddies for the football game. Natasha wasn't a big fan of football, just a big fan of Drew when he played football. She had asked Janine to come along to keep her company, knowing that once the game was underway, Drew would be oblivious to everything else, including her. All her anxiety from the day washed away when she saw Drew coming out of the house to meet them. She considered telling him about what had happened in the mall, but decided that keeping mum would probably be better. He might not appreciate the idea that his girlfriend was a shoplifter, and that she had had sex with a sleazy mall cop this afternoon for his silence. He probably would appreciate the wonderful bikini her efforts had procured, and maybe she could snatch him away for a little while before the game and the rest of his friends showed up. Her spoils of war in hand, and a mischievous glint in her eye, she beckoned him to head upstairs to his room. Janine watched as her friends disappeared upstairs, leaving her on her own in the living room. Presently, Mr Carter came out from the kitchen after raiding the fridge. "Hi Coach Carter." "Well hello Janine, it's been a while since I last saw you." Drew's father was the football coach of the neighbourhood high school, and was pretty well known for his passion on and off the field. He was probably approaching fifty though he kept in good shape and fought the grey hair back. "Here to watch the football game tonight? It's going to be a good game." "Yeah, Natasha called for backup." "Ah backup. The boys do get caught up in the game. Anyway it was good seeing you, I've got some work to do before the game later. Maybe we'll talk more then?" Natasha nodded as the older Carter walked off. Maybe she'd watch some TV before the rest of festivities began. ---------- "You want me to do all sorts of nasty things to you," the shadowy figure intoned. "All sorts of nasty things." Janine recognized the hallways in school and the mad rush that accompanied the school bell. She turned around in the crowd of people milling around her to look for a familiar face, but there was none. What was she doing there? "All sorts of nasty things," came the voice from nowhere. She yelped, feeling a hand brush past her butt. The mass of people were constantly moving about her, and she found it hard to focus on any one person. Maybe it was her imagination. Another innocent hand brushed past her again. That's it, it had to be accidental. A third hand came by. "All sorts of nasty things." The voice again. It sounded familiar, but she could not focus on it. She imagined a hand running up her leg, raising a line of goose bumps in its wake. Shivering involuntarily, she looked down to see no such hand. The masses around her continued in their flux, constantly moving around her. The imaginary hand now stroked her knee, occasionally flirting upwards to the hemline of her grey skirt. She felt another hand cupping her butt. Surely this time it wasn't accidental! She turned to look, but saw no hand there. The hand that wasn't there stroked her tush through her skirt. It alternated between patting her lightly and grabbing her firmly. It felt offensive, but still nice. Anyway, there wasn't anyone there. The hand at her knee was now joined by another hand tracing a line up her other leg. Yet another set of fingers were moving along her right arm. It massaged and kneaded the muscles in her forearm and upper arm, making her relax. "All sorts of nasty things." The voice was now not alone, and was joined by another deeper voice. She was losing count of the number of imaginary hands roaming her body. She continued to look around, but the people thronging her weren't stopping to touch her. She could feel a big pair of hands on her breasts now, stroking her through her white Lycra top and bra. They seemed to know what to do, making circles along the underside of the breasts, pausing briefly at the nipples. She shivered as she felt one of the hands at her knee slowly slide up her thigh to nestle against her pussy. Once it got there, it didn't move any more, seemingly content to settle there. It didn't have to move. Janine was slowly getting turned on by the soft caresses of her invisible hands. She could feel a fire slowly burning in her loins. Subconsciously, she started to move against the stationary hand. She wiggled about until she felt one of the fingers against her clit before slowly rocking back and forth on it. The hands around her started getting more urgent. The hands on her butt gripped her tightly as she continued to rock against the finger at her crotch. The hands on her breasts continued their ministrations, kneading and teasing her. "All sorts of nasty things." The voices were now louder and insistent. There were at least five in the chorus, but she was slowly finding it harder to focus on anything but the finger at her crotch. "Why don't you put it in?" She heard her voice mutter. "Put it in me!" Her rubbing was reaching a frenetic pace and she could hear a wet sloshing as she rubbed herself along the palm of the invisible hand. She tried to coerce the finger into her pussy, but it lingered at the entrance, tormenting her. "Inside please! Come inside!" Janine begged. "All sorts of nasty things!" sang the choir. "I need it now!" she screamed as her frustration grew steadily. "All sorts of nasty things!" "Please!" Her voice was thick with lust, and she almost couldn't recognize it. "Janine, Janine..." a familiar, yet foreign voice cut through the cacophony. "I need..." Janine's frustration was at its peak. "Janine!" A new hand was on her shoulder. How she wished it would move down and satisfy her. If it didn't, she was going to grab it and make it! "Janine, wake up!" ---------- Janine blinked to find Drew over her, his hand on her shoulder. She shook her head to find herself buried in the plush couch with her clothes in a state of disarray. She struggled to her feet, somewhat glad that she didn't grab his hand and shove it into her crotch. "You must have been having some awesome dream," he smiled. If only he knew. Uh-oh, what did he know? "More like a nightmare," she chuckled nervously. "What time is it?" "Half past six. I just called the pizza and it should be here by 7. The other guys should be here any moment." "I should probably go to the bathroom and clean myself up." "Don't worry; I didn't see you drooling or anything." He laughed as he headed back upstairs to Natasha. That's not what I'm worried about. She hurried into the bathroom before anyone else came along and rearranged her white top and grey skirt, making sure Drew was merely kidding about drool marks. Satisfied with the final result, she shook the remaining sleep cobwebs out of her head and opened the door to a living room of chaos. Three of the football team had shown up and Coach Carter was already passing the beer around. His rules were simple. No drinking the day of and the day before a game or a training day. All other days were fair game. Tonight, it was going to be Budweiser open season. "Hi Janine," called Drew from the stairs. He had a big shit-eater grin plastered on his face as he descended with Natasha trailing behind. They had obviously been up to tricks. He casually introduced her to the other guys, but they were too psyched up about the game on TV to give her any more attention than a cursory nod and a long look at her legs. Janine was content to backpedal to a corner of the room as more guys came in to fill up the living room. Natasha popped by once or twice to ask if she was alright, but Janine merely nodded her away. Her head was pounding and she had only sipped half a can of Bud. "All sorts of nasty things" came the voice again. "Shut up." Janine muttered. "You know you can't take it anymore. The more people are in the room, the more people that approach you, the more you want all sorts of nasty things to be done to you." The voice knew her every thought and fear. "Shut up. You don't know me." Janine whispered, as if even her voice didn't believe her. "How does it feel to be in a room full of people, Janine? How many are there? Can you count them?" "I'll show you... One, two, three..." Janine started mentally checking people off. That's Drew, Natasha, Coach Carter. The dull ache in her head seemed to wane, only to be replaced by a dull ache in her stomach. Was it something she had eaten? Four, five, six. Jackson, Randy, Andrew, or was it Andy... The ache was beginning to shift lower, nearer to her bladder. She felt an urge to scratch but shooed it away. Seven, eight, nine. Coach Carter, Henry, Richard. Wait, didn't I already count Coach Carter? Coach Carter, Harry, Dick. No, no, no... I meant Coach Carter's hairy dic... What's wrong with me?! "You know what's wrong with you." The ominous voice returned. "And it's simple. You just need people to do all sorts of nasty things to you..." "Shut up!" Janine screamed. The room silenced and all rowdy boys in the room quieted down instantly. Janine blinked out of her reverie and quickly pointed to the TV. "It's, it's starting guys. Take your places." The announcers had started their commentary and the room stayed hushed as the players came out to the field. "I never took you for a football fan," whispered Drew as he sidled by. "Good call or they'd have just gone off forever and we wouldn't be able to hear the game." "Uh, right." Janine looked about nervously. "I need some air," she exclaimed as she ducked out the front door, clutching the side of her head with her hand. She stumbled out and flopped on the lawn, head buried between her legs. "Are you alright?" Janine looked up to see Coach Carter kneeling beside her. Coach Carter's hairy dick. She flinched involuntarily before shaking her head slowly. "I've a crazy headache." "You shouldn't drink so much then. Know your limits, especially if you're a girl." "I haven't drunk anything much at all. Half a can, and I'm usually good for more than that." "Well I can't have you sitting out here on the driveway. People will think I'm feeding all you kids alcohol." He chuckled at his own joke. He led her into the garage and pulled the shutters down. "Have a drink. It's water I promise." Janine took the bottle of water from him and gulped it down. When did her throat get so parched? She had no idea, but it felt like she was running a fever. Maybe she was coming down with something. "Why aren't you watching the game?" she asked. "Well, I'm not interested in the NFL. The kids are because that's where their dreams are. I believe in college football. It's my life, so that's what I enjoy watching. I'd teach it, but I believe you have to start young. That's why I chose high school football. And you? What are your dreams?" My dreams include huge groups of people groping me and doing all sorts of nasty things to me. "I, I don't know..." "Aww, come on. There must be something that you're interested in." I'm interested in your hairy dick, Coach Carter. "No, nothing really. I haven't put too much thought into it." Janine stalled, and looked for an opening to beat a hasty retreat before... "I bet deep down you know exactly what you want to do. Just let it out, I won't tell anyone." Oh, no. Janine dropped the bottle of water and lunged for Coach Carter's fly. Before he could react, she had drawn his zipper down and reached in to find the source of her focus. "Janine, wha... what are you doing?" She paid him no mind and deftly pulled his flaccid cock from his briefs. It was hairy, as she expected. She gripped it tightly with both hands as the Coach floundered. "Janine, what has happened to you?" "It's too soft," he heard her mutter as she tapped her fingers on his shaft like a piano player before reaching in with her left hand to grab his hirsute balls. Coach Carter took in a quick breath, almost choking in the process. She kneaded his balls carefully as her piano playing tempo increased. "Much better," she said to no one in particular as he started to respond. Coach Carter let out a quiet moan. It had been years since his wife died and he had thrown himself deeper into football to get over her departure. But a young girl like Janine would be just wrong! "No Janine, you must stop." With the last bit of his resolve, Coach Carter tore the young girl away from him. Breathing deeply to regain his composure, he knelt in front of her, keeping her at arm's length. "I don't know what is wrong, but you're not feeling well. Did someone put you up to this?" He looked at her and saw no reaction in her eyes. It was almost like she was in a trance. "Come on Janine. I've only heard Drew talk about you in passing, but I'm sure you're not normally like this. It's like you're drugged or something. Tell me what is going on. I bet I can help you." "Yes Coach, you can." Janine monotoned as she pushed him backward with unnatural strength. "I need you to help me." All sorts of nasty things. Coach Carter teetered back and fell clumsily to the garage floor. Janine wasted no time in diving at his still-exposed crotch. Her right hand resumed its position wrapped around the base of his cock as she enveloped him with her lips. "No, Janine," Coach Carter ordered weakly. She wasn't paying him any attention as she bobbed furiously up and down his hard length. It got even harder as she found her way back to his balls, cupping and massaging them for all she was worth. The coach continued to give out tokens of resistance, each less insistent than the prior. "Coach, I need your help," Janine begged between strokes. "I need your help." "You should just stop, Janine," came the muted reply between ragged breaths. "Then I can help you." "You're right." She exclaimed, stopping in mid-stroke. Coach Carter almost cried out, wishing he had let her finish before cutting her off. "You can't help me like this." She didn't let go of his swollen member as she whirled around into sixty-nine position on top of him. "That's not what I meant..." the coach started to say before her oral onslaught resumed. "Ahh....." "You said you would help, Coach! So help me!" All sorts of nasty things. The voice was back and it started to sound familiar again. "You have to stop!" He begged her again just as she inhaled his full length as deep as she could go. All sorts of nasty things. The voice sounded so familiar, but it was just out of her reach. If only the Coach would help her! "Help me please!" Janine's voice cracked with emotion. "I need you to help me!" "Oh what the fuck." Coach Carter flipped the grey skirt up to come up close and personal to Janine's soaked pink panties. He took a long sniff of her scent and found it to his liking. "Please Coach, don't tease me. I need it." All sorts of nasty things. Almost there, I know that voice. Dammit, I know it! With a roar of lust, he pulled her panties to the side and drove his tongue into her wet slit. Janine cried out at the sudden intrusion and returned to his penis with renewed fervour. The coach gripped her young pert ass with both hands and thrust his tongue in, again and again. Each thrust elicited more of her juices as he scythed in and out of her. She writhed back against his face to get more of him into her as she continued stuffing his cock into her mouth with reckless abandon. All sorts of nasty things. The voice seemed fuzzy again. Whose was it? Coach Carter felt young again. Drinking in Janine's pussy juices felt like he had found The Fountain of Youth. In an instant, thirty years melted away. He felt like he was eighteen again - young, foolish, and irrepressibly horny. At eighteen all the stuff that you knew were wrong or taboo or illegal were right or cool or a way to stick it to the man. Right now, that's exactly what he was doing. Sticking it to the man. He circled her clitoris and enjoyed her moaned responses. He traveled along the length of her labia and marvelled at the amount of sex juice this girl could produce. After all she was young too. Better enjoy it while he was equally young. Janine could feel the Coach begin to buck underneath her. She felt his balls constrict as he tried his best to hold it in, but both of them knew that it was an impossible task. Without further warning, he exploded in her mouth. The first wave caught her by surprise even though she knew it was coming, and she gagged and pulled off in a hurry. The remainder came spurting forth like a geyser as his cum rained down on her, leaving streamers of sticky semen over her hair, eyebrows, eyes and nose. Old Faithful has done his best. All sorts of nasty things. The haze was beginning to lift. Coach Carter was beat, but Janine wasn't about to let him rest just yet. She was close too, and she was not going to be denied her release. She sat up on his face, humping him for all she was worth. He French kissed her lips voraciously, sending his tongue on deep reconnaissance missions to depths no one had been before. The pressure was building and the cave diver was in danger of being crushed by the squeezing walls, but he kept up the assault. Janine subconsciously smeared some of his cum off her face onto her finger so she could suck on it. That's it... Just a little more. She let out a guttural scream as she climaxed and for a moment the coach worried that his son and his friends would come dashing to the garage when he heard similar screams and cheers from inside. Someone had scored a touchdown. Her cum came pouring out of her cunt into his waiting mouth. He gobbled it greedily, this elixir of youth. He slurped her pussy lips dry, not wanting to waste a priceless drop as she collapsed down next to his newly hardening cock. All sorts of nasty things. She heard the voice again, now as clear as day. Janine knew whose voice it was. It was her own. Dare Me Not Ch. 08 Recap: Janine is in a daze and her mind is shot with delusions about sex and "all sorts of nasty things" since her encounter with Brad Wheeler that morning (Ch. 4). Her most recent delusion brought on a wild sixty-nine session with Coach Carter, the father of Natasha's boyfriend Drew (Ch. 7). That's exactly where this story begins. Janine came to her senses and it didn't take long to realise something was very amiss. Her right hand was firmly wrapped around an angry purple cock and she had a feeling the sticky stuff on her face was not sunscreen. Better yet, there was a heavyset body underneath her and she could feel someone's hot breath fanning her crotch. Oh dear. "Janine, Janine, are you okay?" She was almost too afraid to turn around, but she knew the voice. Drew's father? Coach Carter? What just happened? She tried to hold them back, but she could feel hot tears streaming down her face. They mixed with the creamy stuff on her face and fell in white globs on to the coach's jeans. Luckily they were dark, or the stains would be very obvious. As if the other ropes of his cum all over the crotch of his jeans were not damning enough. Coach Carter sat upright and enveloped the sobbing girl in his arms. Moments earlier he felt like a million bucks. Now he just felt like a million tons of shit. What had he done? "Janine, are you conscious?" He chose his words carefully to avoid taking responsibility. "You seemed to be in a trance. Like you were drugged or something. Then you attacked me. I tried to stop you, but you..." I told you that you just want all sorts of nasty things to be done to you. Janine heard herself say in her mind. Don't blame the Coach, you asked him to help you. And now, you know who I am. "You're me," Janine whispered as the Coach continued his soliloquy in his defence. Bingo. I'm you and you're me. I'm the you that you've repressed for so long. Brad has only done you a service in bringing me out of your shell. Brad Wheeler. Ever since that morning when he spoke the key words that sent her day into utter chaos, she had been fighting the voices in her head. Now she knew the voices were her own. The repressed personality that had always been screaming for attention in her quiet, meek exterior. Was she bi-polar, or schizophrenic? She had no clue. But since she knew where the voice was coming from, it felt like a moment of calm had settled upon her. It was like the veil had been lifted. Coach Carter hugged Janine close to his chest, and it shook her out of her reverie. "You're safe now. I've got you." He whispered in her ear. "Thank you Coach for all your help. I think I should go home now." Janine respectfully broke from his embrace and got to her feet. "Um, you should probably clean your face." The coach stated the obvious as he offered her a box of tissues. She did the best she could and he did the same to his jeans before shoving his still-hard member back into their tight confines. "I should ask Natasha to give me a ride home." "No, let me. She'll be stuck here with Drew all night anyway." Drew and Natasha were neck-deep in a football game on the TV with half of his football team. Janine thought to argue, but knew that he was right. They piled into his Dodge truck and she gave him directions to her place. They did not talk much on the way, both deep in thought, weighing the consequences of their recent dalliance. "Coach, I have a favour to ask of you," Janine finally broke the silence. "What is it Janine?" "Please don't tell anyone what happened tonight." Coach Carter almost crowed in victory. He had much more to lose if she gave him up to her parents or to the cops. But it was her that wanted to keep it mum. "I won't, as long as you tell me what is going on with you." "It's a long story." "We can always stop somewhere for you to finish the story before I send you home. I bet that's the best idea." "Yes, of course it is the best idea." Janine repeated automatically. ---------- Coach Carter had found them a quiet turn off to chat and Janine spilt the beans about her inability to resist dares and bets. She left out the juicy bits from her encounters in the mall but confided that Brad's subliminal message was destroying her from the inside without divulging the nature of his dare. "That is terrible!" the coach exclaimed. "I've had massive headaches and horrible dreams since." "I can only imagine what you're going through." Even without her detailed explanation, his imagination was pretty spot on. A young pretty girl like Janine would be eaten alive by anyone who knew her secret. "I wonder if it's possible to reverse the spell," he mused. "I tried! I dared myself in the mirror to forget Brad's command, or to forget the passphrase, or even to forget everything, but it never worked!" Janine seemed to be at the verge of bursting into tears again. "Perhaps it is not something that you can do on your own? Would you let me try?" "Sure. Please do whatever you can. I'll do anything to get rid of this curse!" Girls should never say things like that, Coach Carter thought to himself. It opens the door to too many bad thoughts and bad people. Janine was too young and too naive to know all the things that he knew. "Okay, let's start with some easy items. What dares can you remember?" Janine blushed a deep shade of red that was thankfully hidden by the darkness. The sun was low in the sky and was behind her so she felt safe that the coach hadn't seen her embarrassment. Which dare was innocuous enough to be shared? "I think Janine must have said something about my clothes. I never wore skirts before this week, but ever since Professor Dawson's class, I have worn only skirts. I really like skirts now though." "That could be because she said that you would." "I guess that's true." "Let me give this a shot." "I bet you don't want to wear a skirt again." Janine's hands flew to the clasp of her grey skirt and she wriggled to get out of them. "I don't ever want to wear a skirt again!" She exclaimed excited. "It seems like it's working!" Coach Carter's eyes latched on firmly to the little pink panties that were left in the wake as the skirt pooled at her ankles. "That wasn't the intention that I had." Janine's eyes followed his down and she shrieked. She tore her denim jacket off in a hurry and placed it on her lap to protect her modesty. Coach Carter cleared his throat nervously. The wind from outside was chilly and he noticed that Janine's nipples were slowly fighting back against her top and bra. "I bet you're feeling really cold because that top is no use against the wind." Oops. Another slip of the tongue. "Coach, what are you doing?" Janine cried out as her white top joined her skirt on the floor of the truck. She cowered behind her denim jacket as the only shred of clothing she had left. "I can see how this can easily get out of control," he mused, trying to sound retrospective. "You're not helping at all! How about you try reversing those two statements first before you leave me with nothing left!" "S, sure." His cock was already hard under his jeans but he didn't want to shift or adjust while she was watching. It was beginning to get painful though. "I bet you have full control over whatever you want to wear. There, now see if you can put your clothes back on." Janine dropped the denim jacket to reach down and pick up the white top and grey skirt from the floor, briefly giving the coach a good eyeful. Nice tits, he thought. It's a shame that she keeps them hidden. She started with her skirt and was happy to find that she could put it on by her own volition. She put the top on and immediately shivered. Her nipples jumped to full attention. The Coach had only allowed her to put it on, but she still felt cold with it on. "Well, I guess I have to be specific about it? How about this? I bet that you'll feel better without your bra." Janine's hands moved on their own and she extracted her bra. Her nipples were now painfully obvious, but she did not notice them. She only felt the relief from the cold until she realised that she was now holding her bra in her hand. "What? That's not the same thing, Coach!" "I had to see how the different bets related to each other. It seems the most recent bet covers early bets. Now that's no good." "Why?" "Because that means I can reverse all of them right now, but someone else can put them back on again later. For example, I dare you to take all your clothes off and sit on my lap." "No!!" There was no way to stop herself from utter humiliation. The jacket was tossed to the floor. Off came the top and then the skirt. Her heels and panties came off in that order before she climbed across the gearbox onto the coach's waiting lap. "You bastard! What are you doing?" "Finding out the limitations of the bets. Just a while ago I said you had full control over what you wear. Now I've asked you to take all your clothes off." "Perhaps they're not related? Maybe I still have control over what I want to wear?" Janine mused as she tried to ignore the fact that she was seated on the lap of a man older than her father with his face no more than six inches from her bare chest. She reached across to her seat to get her top, noting with dismay that she could not get off his lap. To her delight, she managed to put it on without any mental or physical obstacles. "That's amazing. I bet that I had full control over what you can wear. We should see if the original command is still in place." Janine's stomach churned as she knew what was coming. "Take off that top." She willed with all her might to keep the top on, but her body knew who was in control. The top came off again, and her beautiful breasts bounced back into view. Coach Carter bit his lip to prevent himself from diving face first into her loveliness. Janine tried to put the top back on immediately, but found herself unable to. "Does this mean that I can't control that ever again?" "Perhaps it takes time for your mind to switch commands? How about we wait ten seconds and try again?" Janine waited a while and then tried to put the top on again. This time she succeeded. "That is interesting indeed. It seems that the two commands can co-exist, but there is a delay between the two. I can tell you to take your clothes off, and you can put them back on again. That's good. What else should I give you control over?" "How about letting me choose where I want to sit?" Janine remarked drily. In his defence, the coach had almost completely forgotten about that part of his command. "Sure. I bet you can choose to go wherever and do whatever you like. That should give you full control of your body." Janine breathed a sigh of relief as she removed herself from the Coach and got fully dressed. The ordeal was coming to an end; she could feel that sense of control that she had unknowingly relinquished. "I bet you would love to thank me for all the help I have given you," the lusty coach continued. "I dare you to show me your tits, masturbate while you suck my cock and swallow all the cum this time. I bet you won't remember this part." ---------- It was dark when Coach Carter dropped Janine off at her home. She recalled the conversation that they had and the newfound confidence that she could control her own destiny by reversing the command within ten seconds. She bounced up the steps to her door and waved goodbye to the Good Samaritan who had given her that confidence. She shivered involuntarily because the top did not protect her from cold wind, but since she wasn't wearing a bra, she felt much better. She couldn't remember if she had worn panties out that morning, because she wasn't wearing any now. But that probably didn't matter because she had full control over everything now! Hooray and hooray for Coach Carter! She ran up the stairs in a dizzy, plopped on her bed and was soon asleep; thoroughly exhausted by everything that had happened that day. The Dodge truck signalled and drove away from the Tyler residence, the driver clutching a wet pair of panties as a trophy for a job well done. Dare Me Not Ch. 09 Dare Me Not Ch. 09 Recap: Coach Carter has given Janine some control over her actions and her choice of clothes. This is still imperfect because she can only exert her will after ten seconds (Ch. 8), while still leaving her vulnerable within that period of time. It seems that after any sexual release, her delusions are temporarily quietened. However, morning breaks on the day when she is to meet Brad Wheeler after their encounter the morning before (Ch. 4). Janine thought she had things under control. But after a night of fitful sleep tormented by dreams, both extremely terrifying and exciting, day break found her with two fingers jammed knuckle-deep in her pussy and her bed in total disarray. "Touch me, don't just tease me," she heard herself say as her eyes fluttered open. "I need you to do all sorts of nasty things to me!" A part of her old self was disgusted, but it felt like she was on the outside looking in as the madness unfolded. She wanted to stop but her body would not comply. Her fingers worked their magic inside her as her other hand clawed at her breast. Ten long seconds went by as she unsuccessfully tried to bring herself to climax before her rational mind regained control. Janine, stop now! She sat up on her bed, inhaling deeply. Even without any further commands from Brad, she felt like she was losing herself. What a dangerous command he had left her with. I bet that deep down inside you really want me to do all those nasty things to you, and by tomorrow you'll be begging me for it. It was six in the morning and their appointed meeting was a whole hour and a half away. Ninety minutes of which her subconscious could usurp control from her and make her imagine all the nasty things that he would do to her. As if on cue, images of him pushing her forcefully against the lockers as he ripped her sodden panties off in a violent sexual rage filled her mind. "I need you to do all sorts of nasty things to me, Brad Wheeler," she muttered to no one in particular. "I need it now!" Her fingers found their way back to her still-soaked crotch and to her sore nipples. Janine could only close her eyes and scream silently as her lust consumed her completely. ---------- The need to be in school by the appointed time drove her out of her drug-like state. She should have exerted her will on her dress sense, but she was so on edge that she could not focus. A random blue t-shirt got paired with an above-the-knee brown a-line skirt and the denim jacket from the day before. It still had dust streaks from the floor of Coach Carter's truck, but she would not have noticed, let alone cared at that point. She wore a simple white lace bra after realising that all her bras felt uncomfortable. If she were able to remember, she'd know that it was a result of Coach Carter's experimentation with commands, but again, such nuances escaped her frazzled mind. With only a minute to their meeting time, she stumbled purposefully to the lockers at the back of the school. Brad Wheeler stood at the dead-end of the corridor after she rounded the corner. His already smug look managed to grow even smugger by a few degrees as she dropped her sling bag and threw herself at his feet. "Please, please, I need you to do all sorts of nasty things to me!" He clicked his tongue at her as he chided her, "Where is your sense of propriety, Miss Tyler? You're saying some very dangerous things." Janine latched herself to his leg and started rubbing her crotch against his calf. "Don't play me, Brad Wheeler, you know what you've done to me!" she hissed. "Oh, so you know what you're doing and you know why. That's pretty neat. It seems like you have progressed further in your gift since yesterday. Why don't you stand up? I bet you can't wait to show me those wet panties of yours?" Janine got up in a jiffy. She had counted on going ten seconds without a new command so she could wrestle control back, but Brad got his new command in. She lifted her skirt by the hem so that he could get a good look at her white cotton panties. He knelt down and marvelled at the beginnings of a damp spot. Five seconds more! "I bet you've been dreaming of masturbating in school. I dare you do it right here so I can watch." Damn him, damn him to hell! She continued to hold her skirt up with other hand as her right hand extended down to her crotch. She traced the outline of her pussy lips through her cotton panties as Brad shifted to get a better view. "Very nice lips you have there. Why don't you tighten those panties so that they don't block my view? You're supposed to let me watch." Though not directly a command, her mind complied. It made perfect sense because she wanted him to watch. She grabbed the front of her panties and scrunched it together as if it were a thong. Her pulling action brought the wet fabric right up against her clitoris and she jerked involuntarily. "I bet that feels good. Why don't you continue doing that?" Damn it felt good, she had to agree. Her clitoris had been ignored for most of the morning and her inner tension was threatening to rip her apart. She could feel the storm brewing within and beginning to show through the cracks. She continued to rub the crotch of her panties against her clitoris in a sawing motion. Stop it Janine, you can stop it! her mind screamed at her body. She bit down on her lip as she felt her climax coming. "I bet you're really close. I dare you to finger fuck yourself until you come, and make sure you scream!" Once again, he had beaten the ten-second shot clock, and now there seemed to be no turning back. She yanked her panties to the side and buried her middle finger as far as it could go, whistling as it sank to the hilt. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets as she built up momentum, her finger joined by another as they drilled into her, again and again. She felt a scream welling in her throat and when her climax hit, she let it out, unable to stop neither her throbbing body nor her cries of passion. Brad was seated on the floor and had his cock out, stroking it furiously as he enjoyed his show. What a prize slut, he thought as he congratulated himself. Janine collapsed to the floor, unable to keep standing as her orgasm robbed her of her strength. "You're not done yet, you fucking whore. I bet you need to suck this dick and worship it." He sneered at her as she dragged her shivering body closer. She latched on to his cock and inhaled it deeply as she massaged his balls. He cooed cutely as she took all of his short length into her mouth. He was much smaller than Ivan the security guard and Coach Carter and after all her escapades, it almost seemed too easy to do. Still, worship his manhood she had to and worship it she did. She bobbed up and down his shaft like a pro, twisting and turning on it and pausing only to lick it from base to head. Somewhere at the back of her mind, a countdown finally crossed zero as she swallowed it for the last time. Payback is a bitch, she thought as she sank her teeth into his hard flesh as best she could. Brad howled in pain as Janine got unsteadily to her feet. "You can't control me anymore," she lied. "And if you try anything like that again, I'll take it off completely!" She grabbed her sling bag and contemplated taking a swing at him while he was bent over double on the floor, but decided to hightail out of there before he could issue another command to ensnare her again. Brad clutched his injured penis as he curled up on the floor did not have the presence of mind to try another dare, too caught up with flinging obscenities at her retreating figure. A ten second window is too long, she pondered as she raced away. There had to be a way to shorten it. She had barely escaped this time. Her debt to Brad Wheeler had been paid when he touched her so her mind was finally rid of demons, at least his demons. She slowed down when she had put three corridors and two floors between her and Brad. Who else could she turn to for help? She wondered as she turned into the ladies' washroom outside her next tutorial class. Aha, Professor Dawson would definitely be able to help. By popular demand, the beloved Professor Dawson will come back into play. How will he be able to help our unfortunate heroine? Dare Me Not Ch. 10 Recap: Janine can regain control of her body after ten seconds as long as no new command is issued. She managed to deal with Brad, hopefully once and for all (Ch. 9). She hopes that Professor Jonah Dawson can help her to shorten her window of vulnerability. Of course the Professor would help her! He had helped to relieve her of her virginity before wiping her memories clean (Ch. 3). Janine enjoyed being able to focus in class after all the crazy antics of the day before. Some of her classmates cast her side glances and murmured among themselves and she wondered if they knew something. She also wondered if Brad Wheeler would be scarred for life, or if he'd wear her teeth marks as a consolation prize for the one that got away. She hoped she had managed to scare him away for good. She had lied that he would never be able to control her again. Given the chance, he probably could. And it would be an easy theory for him to test. She couldn't be checking over her shoulder or looking around corners for his shadow for the rest of her life! Hopefully, Professor Dawson would be able to help her out. The last of her morning classes were over and she had a two-hour lunch break before her afternoon classes. She had dropped a note at his office to request to see him at noon which left her fifteen minutes for lunch. She chomped through lunch in a hurry, wanting to waste no time before meeting the Professor. She found Professor Dawson in his immaculate office poring over his personal notes from the previous encounter. She entered and curtseyed automatically without wondering why. The professor put a check mark on his notes and stood up behind his desk. He motioned her to lock the door and she did so behind her. "We would not want anyone to barge in on us would we? So Miss Tyler, what was so urgent that you had to see me? Did you need more tests done?" His hands twitched slightly at the memory of her 34C breasts. His penis twitched silently in his trousers. "Yes professor. I have learnt a lot since we last met and I need help." "Oh I would love to help you in any way I can. You'll have to be open and candid with me so I can figure this out." Janine started to blush and Professor Dawson knew that she must have gotten into lots of trouble since they last met. The shy and retiring Janine Tyler would not give him the information that he needed. "I dare you to tell me what has happened since we last spoke. You'll feel better about it." Janine's eyes widened slightly as the command took effect. She sat down at the armless chair in front of his desk and began to talk. She mentioned her two run-ins with Brad Wheeler, and the professor scribbled furiously on his notepad. Mister Wheeler had been clever, and had done a lot of the tests that he had thought of since their last meeting. Good, good, good. Janine described her torture at the mall at the hands of the security guards and his cock reached its full potential. She regaled him with stories of her incessant masturbation and by the time she described how she jumped Drew Carter's father, he wanted to bury himself in her tight cunt so badly that it hurt. She did not mention her little session with the coach in his truck as she had no recollection of it, just as she had no recollection of her last meeting with the professor. "I see, a lot has happened. It must have been tough, but I bet you feel better about them." Janine did not feel bad about any of her episodes except for those regarding Brad, but even those now felt like water under the bridge. The Professor knew what to do to help her; he would definitely help her. "I bet that you trust me completely, that's why you're here." Janine quickly nodded, her mind missing the subtle command though her subconscious picked it up immediately. Janine continued to tell the Professor about Coach Carter and how he gave her control over her dress sense and actions. "What exactly did he say then?" the Professor asked. Stupid man! he thought. This coach might have messed up a really good thing. "What do you need me to do for you, Miss Tyler?" "Well I trust you completely with my... situation, so I need your help to shorten this ten second delay. I can't regain control of my body in the time after a command for about ten seconds." Oh, that would be useful. "I see," the Professor stood up behind his desk, making no effort to hide his erection. "Because you trust me, you won't find anything I do strange." He knew from the tests that Brad had done that she would not need another command to make her suspicious. Everything would seem natural. Even a Professor rubbing his crotch against the cheek of an 18-year-old student. She carried on describing her worry that Brad would be able to control her again, and this time he wouldn't hold back. "I can help you with that Miss Tyler." He held his clothed erection in hand and painted her ear and cheek with it as he imagined his precum forming pretty designs on her hair and face. "I bet that Brad Wheeler will no longer be able to control you." He had no idea if that would work, but Janine was ecstatic. She smiled widely and the Professor took the opportunity to rub his crotch across her teeth. She really had no idea what he was doing. So lovely. So gullible. "I bet you would like to see my cock." Professor Dawson threw down the gauntlet. "Professor, I have a favour to ask," Janine started, almost hesitantly. "What is it, my dear?" "I want to see your cock." "Are you sure? Is that something that students should be asking their professors?" "No, they shouldn't. But I trust you completely and so I'm asking it." "I see." Another mental check. "Well then, why don't you help yourself?" Janine suddenly noticed his crotch up against her face and drew his zipper down. It didn't take long for her to fish his turgid member out into the open. "Thank you Professor. I needed to see that." "Don't mention it Janine, you can hold it too if you like." "Really? Thank you." Her fingers wrapped gently around his throbbing hardness and the professor was afraid he would explode in her hand. No, he shouldn't rush. There was much testing left to be done. Still, why not get a little payment up front? "I bet you'd love to give it a little suck right now." Janine complied docilely. Her implicit trust of Professor Dawson had lowered all her defences and the small voice at the back of her mind was softer than usual. Her lips enveloped his head and as more of his shaft disappeared into her mouth, Professor Dawson moaned slightly. This is too easy, the professor thought as she slowly took in more of his length. It was more fun when she was squirming and fighting. Could he simulate that? Another test that needed to be done! "Janine, I have a solution for your problem." Janine disengaged herself from his cock and looked up at him with grateful eyes. "You've come up with an idea?" "Well yes, but I need to test the theory out first. Janine, because you trust me now and always, you will obey all my commands without question. You will not try to overwrite my commands. And because you trust me, you will never hurt me." He threw the last one in for good measure, thoughts of Brad Wheeler's punctured penis flashing through his mind. "I bet that you will be fully aware of what you're doing all the time. This should give you the ability to react faster." Janine's eyes closed fully with this command and when she opened them, she immediately noticed her grip on the professor's cock. "Oh my God, Professor, what are you doing?" She let go of it like it was a hot coal. It stood its ground proudly. "I bet your hands are stuck to the chair and you think the chair is bolted to the floor." Janine was in the middle of getting up to run from the office when both hands flew to the sides of the chair forcing her back into her seat. She tried to wrench herself from the chair but it would not budge. Professor Dawson thought it was amazing that Janine's thrashing body could not even shift the chair. Was her body compensating for the frantic movement? The mind is a powerful thing indeed. "Professor let me go, I'll scream!" Janine fought valiantly against the chair but to no avail. "I bet you won't." Janine screamed as Professor Dawson recalled that bets worked in both ways. "Because you trust me, you won't ever scream for help." Hopefully no one heard the scream, he thought as Janine quieted down. He waited with bated breath for a few moments, but there was no one to knock on his door to rescue her since it was lunch time. "You don't remember the itch test do you? I bet you will now," the Professor remarked. Janine seethed as her mind feared the worst. It was easier when her mind was dull and compliant. With full knowledge of what she was doing, she could not help but continue to fight against her invisible bonds. "I bet your right cheek is so very itchy, Janine. It's so itchy, but it's a shame that you can't move your hands to scratch." "No, what are you doing?" True to his word, her cheek felt like there were a hundred ants encamped on it, marching about and giving her a terrible itch. She struggled to scratch it off against the chair or her thigh but she just could not reach. The only other option was... Janine gritted her teeth and closed her eyes as she rubbed her cheek up and down Professor Dawson's cock. The professor smiled. This was much better. Domination is only fun when the other party was unwilling. The ants fell off her cheek in droves as she swiped them away with his magic wand. His dream of marking her face was coming true as she painted away with it leaving trails of precum and saliva on her pretty cheek. "I bet you can't leave your seat even though your hands are free now." Perfect time to test the theory that she couldn't hurt him. The minute her hands were free, she gripped his penis with the intention of wrenching it from her face. To her dismay she found herself caressing it with the most gentle of touches. Noooo! "Good work Janine. The itch must have gone from your face by now, but I bet it's moved down to your chest." Her hands were quickly occupied with her breasts. Her bra which had been uncomfortable all day was getting in the way and in her frustration, she unhooked it to move it up off her breasts so she could access the itch. "Professor, I demand that you stop this right now! How could you do this to me? I trust you." Janine hated that she couldn't even claim that her trust was in the past tense. With her bra out of the way, she was able to swat the ants away from her chest. There was no relief from the itch though, and she wanted to scream out in anger, but found she could not. "Professor, I need your help. Only you can stop this itch!" she wailed. "Yes, I bet only my penis can stop this itch." That's it, her mind clicked, I need to use his penis. It worked on my cheek so it'll work again! She grabbed it with her right hand and tried to scratch through her T-shirt but it didn't work. Growling at the inefficacy of it all, she whipped her blue top and bra off and flung it to the side of the room. The professor smiled at the reappearance of the luscious globes of his prize student. She wasted no time painting her breasts with fresh precum. "If it doesn't help the itch, you'll need to lick my cock first." Jonah Dawson nearly shouted out in glee as she sucked his member and coated it with saliva before driving it between her breasts again. To improve the surface area, she cupped her breasts and drew them together around his engorged penis. That brought momentary relief, but she needed more. She continued to rub her breasts against his cock, pausing to lick it whenever it got dry. All the shenanigans were leaving a massive stain on the front of his trousers, but Professor Dawson wasn't perturbed. In his well-prepared office, he always had two full changes of clothes for situations such as a split coffee, a messy plate of spaghetti, or a horny student. Granted the first two scenarios happened a lot more often, and the last scenario was a new experience for him. Still, it was all about being prepared for any kind of situation. As she rubbed her professor's cock lasciviously between her breasts, Janine felt sickened by the fact that her own fast flowing juices were seeping out of her vagina. She knew that she was wet and that it was wrong, but there was nothing she could do. Her rational mind was screaming for her to stop, but now the small voice was telling her that she needed to please herself too, that she should touch herself and make her feel good. What's good about this situation, her mind screamed. Everything is good, Janine, don't you remember? This is how everything becomes good. Jonah Dawson watched as she dropped a hand to her crotch and started to diddle away at it. It seemed like her itch had moved on its own. Oh, he could help her with that. He pulled away from the awesome titfuck and she moaned in disappointment. "Oh don't worry. I bet the itch is gone from your breasts, but it seems like you have another problem on your hands?" Both hands now wandered down to the front of her panties, where she continued to tap and stroke her clitoris through the fabric. Fascinating, he thought, it seemed that something else had unlocked in this girl. She never ceases to be interesting! The demure, mousy Janine Tyler seemed to be no more, and was replaced by another Janine. A wonton exhibitionist who gyrated in her chair while the Professor stood back to watch. "Do you like what you see Professor? Is this the Janine you were looking for?" she cooed provocatively as she continued to stroke herself. "Where did you come from?" "Always the psychologist, Professor. Janine's having a hard time accepting how much she enjoys her sexuality, so I'm just a way for her to escape. Release me from this chair, and I'll show you how much I've enjoying watching you two get it on." Interesting. Even her alternate persona cannot escape the commands. Maybe I should have fun with this one for a while too. "I dare you to rub your pussy against my cock until you cum. I bet the chair has lost its hold on you." "Certainly, Professor. Your wish is my command." Janine purred as she moved in close to him. She unbuckled her skirt and let it fall to the floor. She stood in front of him and grabbed his butt and ground her panty-covered crotch up against his cock. It dribbled in appreciation. "Are my panties too wet for you? I'll take them off." The said panties fell on the floor with a soppy splat as she resumed her position. Janine was about as tall as Professor Dawson and she manoeuvred his happy prick between her legs so she could rub herself along his length. "Is this what you were thinking, Professor? Is this what you want me to do?" "Very nice Janine. You know exactly what I like." Professor Dawson remarked between short breaths. "Janine may not remember, but I know you fucked us and took our virginity, so you don't have to hide your perverted desires from me." "So you're the manifestation of her id, then. Now I understand." The human psyche is made of three parts, according to Sigmund Freud. In a nutshell, id is the instinctive part, ego is the realistic part and super-ego is the idealistic part. "Good professor. At least you know what you teach, and you teach poor students like Janine exactly what you want us to know." The grinding continued at a slow pace as the professor cock was coated with a shiny glaze of Janine's pussy juices. "Well it's time to bring Janine back. It has been a pleasure delving into you." the Professor smirked. "You haven't even started the delving yet. Enjoy our body, you sick man. Don't forget to wipe her memories again, but remember, I never forget." Janine closed her eyes for a moment, and when they reopened, they widened fully with fear. "Professor Dawson, what are you doing? Get off of me!" Janine struggled to extricate herself from his turgid pole between her legs, but could not as she was still under the command. She tried to beat her arms against his chest, but could only manage to stroke it. Leaving her arms on his shoulders, she wept openly as she felt more of her lubrication flow forth onto his engorged cock. "Professor, please let me go!" She begged as she continued grinding her pussy against him. She squeezed his firmness between her thighs and sighed involuntarily as she slid along his manhood. Each stroke caused her fear, humiliation and excitement to increase. She clung on to him as she felt the raging seas swell and she was sure that she would die of embarrassment. Jonah Dawson knew the signs and braced himself for it. Janine came with a muted scream. Her body shuddered against her captor as she threw her arms around his neck for support. She could feel her hot release splashing against his cock and running unfettered down her legs. She was shocked when his lips descended on hers as he ravaged her, but she had no resistance at this point. It was not a kiss of love or passion, just one of pure lust. He didn't even bother with a command as he lifted her slightly to change her position while still locked in an embrace. He drove his impatient warrior deep into her well lubricated cave and got a few strokes in before she realised what he had done. "No, Professor, I'm still a virgin! Take it out, take it out!" I could get used to fucking a girl who always thinks she's a virgin, the sadistic professor thoughts to himself as he paid her no mind. She wailed into his shoulder as he continued to plumb her depths. She had no strength in her legs to get away from her attacker, and he was ready with a command if she managed to. The professor did not last long after such an intense workout of his self-control. Three more strokes and he released a potent blast deep into her belly. Janine screamed in shock at first, but the shock was replaced with ecstasy as her release joined his. He had stolen her virginity, she cried as she hit him with painless punches. He didn't care, because in short order, she wouldn't either. When he was done with her, he commanded her to clean up as he removed all evidence of their illicit tryst. Taking a deep breath, he had her sit back into her chair, smooth her skirt and prepare for her memory wipe. He scribbled down many notes, both into his personal journal and into a clinical sheet that he would show her after. When he was ready, she awoke refreshed and unaware of her rape or anything since the time she sat down. "So Janine," he started. "From the tests, we have found out quite a bit of information." Janine sat forward in her chair, attentive and eager for the results of her "tests". "First off, I have put in the command that Brad Wheeler will no longer be able to control you. I did not set a blanket rule in place because we don't yet know the side effects. The only way we're going to know if it works is if we tested it out." "But I can't risk running into him again!" Janine replied, reasonably flustered. "Yes, I know, so what I propose is that you choose another person to try it on." "Okay, let's use Natasha Partridge." "Here we go. I bet that Natasha Partridge will no longer be able to control you. Now all that is left is to test it out." "Secondly, I'm not sure if I can reduce that ten second window." It's more that I don't want to. It's way too much fun. "But I have set it up so that you are fully aware of everything that is happening to you and your body. You mentioned that you have been unable to tell when something bad is happening. This is because your super-ego, which is like your conscience, is unable to contact your ego." Professor Dawson went on a bit of a psychology tirade which Janine took in what she could as she nodded her head slowly. Dare Me Not Ch. 10 "This will improve your reaction time," he ended. "Any questions on that?" Janine shook her head. "I also found out that your id has become separated as well. Id controls your base instincts and inner desires. Have you heard a voice that tells you all sorts of strange things?" All sorts of nasty things. Janine nodded slowly at first, then described the voice that she had started hearing the day before. "Yes, that is your id, your subconscious mind." "How do I get rid of it?" Janine asked. "I can't focus when she's screaming things at me, or worse yet when she takes over." All sorts of nasty things. "You can't get rid of your psyche!" Professor Dawson looked appalled that she would even ask such a question. "But I can shut her up or lock her out if you like." If her id knew what he had done, any whispering between the two would only result in bad things. Like jail time for rape! "Sure, please do that for me." "Right. I bet that unless activated with the keyword 'Idalia', your id will not overtake your ego. With the same word, I bet your id will retreat." The professor thought that he was rather smart to leave a word for him to maintain control over her id. "Let me try that now. Idalia." "So you've named me now have you Professor?" Idalia returned as Janine retreated. "Yes, do you like your new name?" "I think it's appropriate considering that I'm an id. It's flashy, but not so common that we'd have to worry about it. I'm still Janine and Janine is still me." "Sure, maybe I'll see you around Idalia." With that Janine came back to herself. "Did it work?" she asked anxiously. "Like a charm." "Lastly, I thought of a way to use your gift in a useful way. I bet that you will excel in all of your exams." "Wow that could be useful." Janine was not a poor student, but she definitely struggled with some of her classes. "Yes I imagine it might. And I bet that you'll come and show me your results whenever they are out so we can see if it worked." "Thank you so much Professor, you've really been a great help. I trust you." "Don't mention it Janine, you've been wonderful yourself. Feel free to pop by anytime if you need more help. I bet you'll have a wonderful day." Janine left the Professor's office in an excellent mood. She could almost feel her newfound confidence growing as she skipped to her next class. It will be a wonderful day, she decided. Not even cum-soaked panties and socks could change her mind. Dare Me Not Ch. 11 Recap: Janine is on her way to be an honour student! Professor Dawson gave her the command to excel in her exams in their private session as a bonus, and she'll be sticking to it. Of course the Professor put his own twist on it, and Janine still has no idea the depths that the Professor has gone within her psyche and body. He also left many new commands with the poor girl for his future gain and her future degradation (Ch 10). * The weekend passed uneventfully for Janine Tyler. She desperately needed a break after a week of over-stimulation and craziness, so she opted for house chores and self-study. She may have been a quiet and unassuming student before this week, but she would never have chosen textbooks over a good paperback novel on a weekend. But since the command Professor Dawson gave her in his office, she instinctively knew what she needed to do to ace her exams - she simply had to study. She had itched to test if Natasha could still give her commands. The Professor had bet that Natasha would have no more control over Janine, but she had not had any opportunity to test it out. A part of her was worried that it would not work, or worse yet, would have an alternate, even more devastating outcome, but the Professor's command had been very clear and concise with no room for her subconscious mind to interpret otherwise. Monday rolled around and Janine enjoyed the freedom of choice when it came to choosing her clothes. She tugged on her favourite pair of jeans and stood topless in front of her mirror. She never considered herself to be sexy, but she had to admit that she had curves that she had not given a hoot about before. They were simply well hidden before this week, and tighter clothes and short skirts had exposed them to a wider appreciative audience. She picked out a pink cotton t-shirt and reached for a pink bra to go with it. She put it on expertly and found it strange that the bra made her uncomfortable. She had worn this bra just the week before but something made it feel simply not right. She tried on another bra and had the same sense of discomfort and unease. She took it off and it was like her body breathed a sigh of relief. She tried all her bras but felt better without her bra. She recalled that she had fought a similar battle on Friday, but had sucked it up and just suffered through the whole day with her white bra. She had gone braless over the weekend during her self-imposed exile and had loved the liberation. Chewing her lip in thought, she decided that she would wing it today as well. She felt sure that no one would notice her freedom under her top since it was opaque. Slipping the pink sleeveless top on and checking herself in the mirror once more, she grabbed her book bag and left for her morning classes. She felt a lot more attentive than usual during her lessons and less distracted by the general gossip as the day went on. She could get used to this! Her note taking felt more focused and had fewer doodles in the margins. Breezing through the day without a care in the world felt good, and put her in a good mood. Her next class was a Psychology 101 lecture in LT27. She bumped into Drew at the door as he held it open for her and a couple of other students. As she walked in, she felt an unusual blast of cold air. "Come on in," Professor Dawson tapped his watch. "I know it is cold in here, and I've already contacted maintenance to have it checked out. I expect your full attention regardless. I have the results of your pop quiz from last week." Janine moved towards a second row seat, with Drew closely behind. He took in her T-shirt and jeans and recalled her outfit choices from the week before. Prior to seeing her in the light blue cotton skirt the week before, he would never have noticed Janine's legs. He certainly noticed them now as they led the way to their seats. The way they swayed provocatively on her low heels seemed almost hypnotic and he caught himself mentally swapping her jeans out for the skirt again. It would be pretty cold to wear a skirt in this lecture theatre though. He glanced around and saw some of the other girls in class tittering as they rubbed as much warmth into their exposed arms and legs as they could. It was hot and balmy outside and everyone had taken advantage of the good weather. Janine would not be so affected with her casual jeans, he thought. "Good luck. I think I'm going to flunk this one." Drew leaned in to whisper in her ear as they sat down together. "You'll do fine. For a football jock, you're not that bad." "Thanks. Aren't you glad you wore jeans today." "Goodness, am I ever! It's still pretty cold though." Janine replied as she rubbed her arms. Drew's gaze floated down and latched on to two sharp points on her chest. She wasn't wearing a bra! Encouraged by the cold, her nipples pushed proudly against her pink cotton top as if daring him to look. His body stirred in response to the challenge and his mouth became dry. He gulped and forced himself to focus on the Professor who was giving out their graded tests. This was his girlfriend's best friend, he chided himself. "Miss Tyler, Mister Carter," the Professor called out as he held up their two tests. Both of them reached forward. "I'll get them," Drew offered and Janine nodded, plopping back into her seat, unknowingly grazing his arm with her left breast. Drew shivered instinctively and shot a nervous look at Janine, but she seemed unaware of her indiscretion. He handed her her test and breathed a sigh of relief he had scraped through with a 55%. He looked over and noticed that Janine was equally shocked with her 95%. "Wow, that is impressive. I take it you studied really hard for it?" "I don't remember. I fell asleep while listening to his audio CD." That was the CD with the subliminal commands, she thought. "I listened to the CD too, but I guess it didn't get in deep enough. Maybe next time I'll sleep on it." Professor Dawson remarked about the need to study for subsequent tests since the average mark he had given out was 65%, but no one was really paying attention as they continued to shiver in the cold. He carried on undaunted into his lecture proper, but not before his eyes locked on to Janine's tenting nipples. Maybe I get her to stay back after class, he mused. Drew found himself surreptitiously eyeing Janine's breasts. Stop it, he cautioned himself, she'll notice! Her nipples were now impossibly hard and so was he. Janine's body was hot, but Natasha's was even more so, but he could not help but mentally undress her. The professor now had his face down as he talked through his slides to no one in particular and the others in the lecture theatre were busy chatting, sleeping or struggling to keep warm. He folded his arms and took one last hard look at her breasts and muttered under his breath to himself, "I bet those breasts would be a nice handful." Janine wasn't listening to him, but the human ear is capable of picking up all sorts of sounds and processing them subconsciously. Her body moved of its own accord and she leaned into Drew. "Yes they would be," she found herself saying. "Wha...?" Drew found her left breast cupped perfectly by his left hand. He could feel her nipple poking in his palm as she thrust her breast against him. To a casual onlooker, she was leaning over his shoulder to talk to him, but his folded arms covered their true contact point. "My breasts would be a nice handful," she whispered as her mind screamed in alarm. No! What am I doing? What am I saying? Don't touch me! Drew blinked as if to shake off a spell, but this was really happening. He had the breast of his girl friend's best friend in hand, and she had offered it. The gentleman in him wanted to pull away, but he couldn't help but squeeze it lightly. He lifted it gently and enjoyed its lightness. Would she let him touch those amazing nipples? Janine only flinched mentally as his fingers wrapped gingerly around his nipple. When did they get so hard? It must have been the cold. She shivered involuntarily as he pinched her. Another five seconds, and I can move away. Drew's mouth grew dry again as he fondled her breast. He didn't understand what was going on, but Janine seemed to be coming on to him. He gave her breast another tender pat and squeeze as he looked into her troubled face. Janine was fighting to move away, but she could not ignore the good feeling of his touch. One more second and she could back over. Or was it another five? She lingered there as his fingers moved silently over the cotton. They walked along the underside, danced across the top and returned to her firm nipple. Each movement he made gave her chills and made her feel strangely warm. She was not aroused or horny, but his touch felt so good. When she finally came to her senses and disengaged herself slowly a minute later, she gave him an almost apologetic smile. Drew did not know what to make of it, and smiled back before quickly looking down at his non-existent notes. He was turned on, and it gave him mixed feelings. He was Natasha's boyfriend, and he should have stopped Janine's advances, but he did not. He would not, and thus he was as guilty as day. Janine's head was in a dizzy. What had she done? Natasha was her best friend, but she had come on to her boyfriend! In her defence, she had no control over her initial actions, but she had lingered for much too long. She could have reclaimed her control in ten seconds, but had let it carry on and get out of hand. What had she done? They spent the rest of the class in silence, caught up in their own thoughts. Janine dashed out of the lecture theatre once the class was over, with Drew rushing to catch up. Professor Dawson looked on and shrugged it off. He had intended to congratulate his star student, maybe even reward her, but it was alright. There would be plenty of other opportunities to do so later. "Janine. Janine." Drew called after her as she hurried away. Had he crossed a line? But she had initiated it. He felt so confused. "I'll talk to you later Drew, I need to use the ladies," she lied as she vanished into the crowd. Maybe if she just ignored it, they could treat it like it never happened. This is the start of an arc that will open up lots more trouble for Janine. If you like where things are going, please give this a good review. I appreciate and look forward to your feedback. Dare Me Not Ch. 12 Recap: Drew and Janine are both in a state of shock after he fondled her breast during a lecture. Janine doesn't want to talk or think about it (Ch 11). She is looking forward to meeting Natasha to see if she would succumb to Natasha's commands since Professor Dawson's test to return control to Janine (Ch. 9) Janine didn't want to think about it, but she couldn't help it. She had pretty much offered Drew her breast on a platter during the psych lecture. Would he tell Nat? When Natasha called between lessons asking her if she was keen to go to the mall after classes, Janine had almost blurted out her indiscretion. She felt guilty, but not dirty. In fact, she never felt dirty after any of her encounters, with Matt and Ivan the security guard, or with Coach Carter, Drew's father. Yikes, she had almost forgotten that she had sucked the Coach off, and displayed her body to him in his truck. End of day rolled around and Janine found Natasha and Drew waiting at their appointed meeting place. Janine glanced at Drew, and they both looked away sheepishly. Natasha didn't notice as she led them to their cars, talking a lot about nothing. Janine went with Natasha, while Drew drove himself to the mall. "Why are you back in jeans again? You looked so hot in skirts last week," Natasha started. "Yeah, well, uh, I like to change it up," Janine floundered for an excuse. "Well, you should change it up again then. Skirts look great on you and with this weather, they're even better." "Uh, yeah." Janine crossed her fingers and waited for a dare or a bet, but none was forthcoming. Natasha just kept driving and did not push the point any further. Drew met them at the door to the mall, claimed he was going to get some stuff and said he would meet up with them after they were done. "He's just happy that he isn't going to be dragged around by us girls," Natasha laughed. Janine would be the one that was to be dragged. They flitted from store to store, trying clothes and shoes and other stuff, while Janine waited with bated breath for that all-important first command. Without a command, she couldn't prove that the Professor was able to block Natasha from controlling her. But until Natasha said the magic words "dare" or "bet", Janine would not know if it was going to work. Janine was almost rife with frustration when they met up with Drew again at Starbucks after an hour of fruitless shopping. The previous times they had shopped, Natasha had dropped all sorts of dares on her. Daring her to try clothes or shoes, or daring her to buy things she didn't care for. But this time, nothing. "So what did you buy?" Drew asked, almost thankful that he didn't have to pay for the stuff that his girlfriend bought. "Oh, a pair of heels, a bracelet for my mum's birthday, you know, stuff." Janine rolled her eyes as she shared a knowing look with Drew. Natasha spent money like it meant nothing to her. It probably did mean very little if anything at all to her, but her family had the money and was not averse to splurging on their 18-year-old daughter. This made it hard for Janine to believe that her friend would steal. She had been caught as a co-conspirator to theft by security the last time they came to the mall, and had been let off the hook after some punishment. Her punishment was a blowjob for a big black security guard. She wondered what Natasha had to do, but never broached the subject. She desperately wanted to broach the subject of dares, but how could she? Natasha and Drew were engaged in a lovey-dovey discourse and it seemed almost rude to break them up, but Janine was getting antsy. She needed to test her control out. She waited for an appropriate pause in the "I love you"s before saying, "Hey Nat, I have something I need to talk to you about." Drew flashed Janine a look. Was she going to tell her what had happened in the lecture theatre that morning? "Sure, what's up?" Natasha asked. "Um, can we go for a little walk?" Janine looked over at Drew, who was getting more nervous by the second. "Sure, let's go. See you in a bit, baby." Natasha cooed as the two girls left the table and walked away. Drew stared at his frappucino and wondered if it was going to be the end of his beautiful relationship with Natasha. His girlfriend had a smoking body and he was not afraid to use it to its fullest potential. Janine and Natasha didn't walk far to a less travelled corner perhaps twenty feet away from the entrance to Starbucks. Drew could still see them and Natasha turned to wave to him. He waved back slowly. "So, what's biting you? You seem on edge all afternoon." Natasha asked. "Well I need you to say a few things to me. I need to test a theory out." "Huh, what is this all about?" "I - I can't tell you right now. Could you just humour me?" "Sure." "Okay, repeat this to me. I dare you to put both arms above your head for twenty seconds." "That's kinda strange, Janine. I dare you to put both arms above your head for twenty seconds." Janine waited and expected her arms to reach for an invisible target above her head, but they stayed numbly by her sides. She looked at her hands, turned them over and started to grin. "I don't get it," Natasha remarked. "It's good!" Janine was ready to jump up and down in glee. "Okay, now we should try a bet. Could you say I bet you are tired and need to sit down?" "I bet you are tired and need to sit down," parroted Natasha. Janine was now jumping in delight as she felt assured that the end of her plight was in sight. Natasha now had no control over her, which meant that Brad Wheeler had no control over her! She had to tell Professor Dawson and get him to make it so that no one would control her again. "Okay, I can see you're really excited, but you owe me an explanation. What's going on?" Janine wondered if she should make something up or just brush it aside, but decided to tell Natasha everything. Well, almost everything. She told her about the strange CD she received from Professor Dawson and how she could not escape dares and bets. Natasha's eyes widened as she put two and two together. "So that's why you started wearing skirts? Because I dared you to?" "Yes!" "So why aren't you wearing one now?" Janine almost blurted that it was Coach Carter who gave her control over her dress sense, but skirted around the issue and said dismissively that she received a blanket rule to return her right of choice. "Well, if you had the right of choice already, then it means that no one should be able to control what you do or say now right?" Janine briefly described her ten-second rule without getting into the details of how she figured it out. "That's interesting! Wow, so you were like a slave to others' commands?" "Well I guess you could put it that way. I'm just glad that Professor Dawson found a way to override the commands. Now I'm impervious to you and Brad Wheeler!" "Brad Wheeler? The quarterback? What happened?" Janine hesitated briefly, but told her story. Natasha was filled with righteous anger as she heard her friend describe how Brad had figured out her secret weakness and had used it against her. "But it's all good now right?" "Yes! He can't control me, just as you can't control me. Prof Dawson set it up so that both of you cannot control me. Well I asked for you so that I can test it out. I didn't want to only test it for the first time when Brad came around again." "Yeah, I've seen him looking at me when I wait for Drew after their games. He gives me the creeps! Hey, I'd like to see some commands at work. It's quite interesting now that I know about it. Hey Drew!" "I don't think that's a good idea, Nat..." "Oh hush, let me have some fun with this." Drew sauntered over as casually as he could. Was the game up? "Hey Baby, I'm playing a game of truth or dare with Janine and I dared her to do whatever you tell her." See, your secret's safe with me. She winked at Janine, who understood her plan. Drew wouldn't know that it was the dare itself that she could not escape. "Anything? That sounds kinda dangerous." "Well we're in public, and I'm your girlfriend, so nothing strange okay?" Natasha gave him a mock glare, and Janine and Drew exchanged furtive glances. Nothing could be as strange as groping her breasts in public. "Oh well, I dare you to bend over and touch your toes." Janine folded perfectly at the waist to touch her exposed toes. She never thought herself to be flexible, but she kept a perfect balance while remaining completely collapsed with her knees to her chest. "That's so lame. Surely you can do better." "Er, I dare you to do a headstand." Now that was definitely something Janine had never done. In fact, she could not recall ever seeing one in person before. Never fear, her body knew a lot more than she did. From her folded position, she placed her palms flat on the floor and set her forehead on the floor to make the last leg of the tripod. In a swift motion, she kicked both legs upright and held them together in a perfect headstand. Natasha and Drew were flabbergasted, and Natasha started clapping. "That's awesome Janine. I didn't know you could do a headstand." "Neither did I," came Janine's equally shocked response. "I guess I never knew I had it in me." "It's good you're not wearing a skirt today," Drew remarked cheekily. "Indeed. I would have socked you if you asked her to do a headstand with a skirt on!" Natasha threatened as they laughed. They bantered on, and a few seconds later, Janine suddenly blurted out, "I'm gonna fall!" Her ten seconds of fame were up and she wobbled dangerously before she tipped over and crashed unglamorously into the floor. There was a pause of shock before Drew leapt forward to help her up. "You were doing so well. I thought you were gunning for a Guinness record." Janine feared what would have happened if she did or could not reclaim control of her body. The thought of being completely at the mercy of another scared her. "So what are you guys up to for the rest of the afternoon?" she asked. "I'm thinking of popping by Drew's for a bit. I left some stuff there last week and couldn't get it over the weekend." "Okay, I guess I should catch a bus home." "Oh come on, why don't you come over for a bit. I'll give you a ride home later?" "No, I really should go home to study," Janine didn't really want to study, but somehow knew that she had to. "Forget about that. Drew, why don't you dare her to come over to your place?" "Huh?" "Just say it," Natasha insisted. "It's okay Drew, you don't have to," Janine tried to protest. "Just say it, Drew," Natasha persisted. "Janine, I dare you to come over to my place." "Drew, let's go. I'm coming over to your place." Janine repeated to his surprise. "See, I guess you've got quite the charm. I bet you think he's charming, and good looking too!" Natasha winked at Janine as she playfully punched Drew's bicep. Drew is charming, Janine agreed silently. She had no idea why she never thought it before, but she had to agree that Drew was really a nice guy. He was tall, well built, reliable, and really good looking. Janine blushed quietly as she walked behind the couple towards their cars. Maybe it was their earlier encounter that was getting to her. Even his butt was good looking! ---------- Natasha hummed a cheerful song as Janine sat quietly on the way to the Carter residence. She could not get how charming and good looking Drew was out of her head. She tried to imagine him all dirty and sweaty after a football game, hoping the thought would gross her out, but instead she thought him even manlier. She recalled instances where he had made a total ass of himself, but his subtle charm seemed stronger than her memories. Pulling up to his house, Drew parked the car in the garage and waved to his father. Natasha parked on the driveway and waved a similar greeting to Coach Carter. Janine exited the car slowly, pausing to greet the coach. "Hi, Janine. I see you got dragged by again." "Yes, Nat said she had something she forgot here last week." "I saw she left her bikini here last week, so I'm sure they will be a while." Janine knew he was probably right. Natasha would probably "model" the bikini for Drew again if she hadn't already last week, and turn the poor charming hunk on to the point of distraction. Charming hunk? Where did that come from? "So how come you're home early today, Coach?" "No after-school practice today, so I get some time to myself." As they chatted, it was hard for Coach Carter to ignore the fact that the coed was not wearing a bra. "Brrr, I bet you didn't notice it's getting chilly," he remarked nonchalantly. "It doesn't feel cold," she replied. It was a blatant lie, and though Janine knew it, her body shivered involuntarily. The sun was getting lower in the sky, but it was still warm and balmy. But her body reacted like the temperature had dropped ten degrees. The hairs on her arms and neck stood on end. She shivered again, and her nipples gave the coach the show that he was waiting for. They joined her hair in their appraisal of the phony chill and rose to give the weather a standing ovation. Coach Carter looked on in approval. His penis stirred as he recalled the amazing blowjobs he received from her, once in his garage and again in his truck when he sent her home. She had bared her body to him in that truck and he imagined that he could still feel her taut body pressed up against him in the close confines of his cab. Her perky nipples threatened to pierce through her pink cotton T-shirt and he mentally undressed her. Something had changed since their last meeting because she was aware of his deception the moment he gave the command. He hoped that whatever or whoever had changed Janine did not remove the ten second rule. "I bet that since you're feeling cold, you'll need to come inside for a long intimate hug. Who knows? Maybe you'll need even more warming up after that." Janine's eyes flashed with suspicion but knew she could not stop herself from walking into the garage with Coach Carter. She had flashbacks of them lewdly entwined on the floor of the garage with his tongue buried in her pussy as she inhaled his throbbing cock. The imagery both scared her and made her strangely excited. What would he do with her now? Should she scream for help? Who would come to her rescue? They were now in the garage and the tension between them was rising. Coach Carter could feel his cock straining against his jeans, as begging to be released to ravage this pretty young thing. He approached to take the shivering girl in his arms when Drew called out from the kitchen. "Dad, where are you? There's a call for you." Coach Carter took a reluctant step away from Janine and replied that he was in the garage. Drew entered the garage and passed the phone to him. His father looked mildly displeased, but took the phone and went into the house. Drew looked over and saw Janine shivering. "Janine, are you okay? You look like you're cold or something." Janine nodded mutely as she stepped purposefully towards him. "Drew, I'm f-freezing. I need a hug." "Sure." Janine all but leapt on him when he acquiesced. She snuggled into his broad chest and arms, trying to wrap herself up in him. "You're so warm." Drew did not know what to make of the situation as he hesitantly circled her with his arms. He had never paid her any mind until today and though he had hugged many girls in his time, he felt awkward holding her while she burrowed herself deeper into his embrace. There was something strange, almost intimate in the way she curled herself up against him. She moulded her body to his and almost seemed to purr as she basked in his warmth. "Janine, are you feeling better now?" "No, not enough," came her throaty reply. "I need more." More of what, his mind asked rhetorically. She continued to squirrel her way deeper into his chest, making him painfully aware of the sharp nipple points in her top. He had accidentally copped a feel that morning during the lecture, but this time he could not ignore them as they stabbed and stroked his chest. He felt himself rising to the occasion and resisted the urge to revisit her breasts. Drew tried to think of other things, like his car or his homework, in hopes of distracting himself from his girlfriend's best friend. Janine was not heart-stoppingly gorgeous, but was definitely easy on the eye, he had to concede. She must have hidden that commendable body behind poor fashion and books, and he must not have been paying much attention to her all this time. There was no denying the effect said body was having on him. Janine gyrated subconsciously in his arms, and he wondered if she could feel his swollen discomfort. He could feel his pulse picking up and found himself taking deeper breaths. "Drew, I'm cold, would you please rub me?" Janine requested, and without waiting for an answer, brought his right hand to her lower back. "Right here." He didn't reply, but rubbed circular motions into the small of her back. Her breaths came faster and shallower. "That's good," she confirmed as she rested her head on his shoulder. As he rubbed her back, she thrust her breasts against him in time. His eyes widened at the increased contact and he felt he should back away while he could. Janine was having none of that. She grabbed the hand on her back and kept him there. "Don't go, please don't go. I need your warmth." He put up his left hand to protest, but it fortuitously collided with her breast. She murmured her appreciation and closed the gap between them, trapping his raised hand between their bodies. His fortunate hand was well positioned in the mix, cupping her right breast. His erection reached its peak and he knew without looking that it was digging into her thigh. Would she back away now? Janine felt torn. She knew that she was making Drew uncomfortable and that she was crossing many boundaries, but she just couldn't help herself. She felt so cold and so in need of his touch. She could tell the state of his arousal and while the rational part of her screamed in shock, another voice within whispered that the tent in his jeans was the heat source she was looking for. Such lewd thoughts were foreign to her, but yet they felt like they were a part of her. "Um, you know, you've been acting a little strange lately. Is everything alright with you?" Drew broke the silence between deep breaths. "I don't mind giving you a hug, but I bet it's not really that cold, so what are you up to? Is this one of Nat's tricks?" He almost expected a camera crew to jump out from behind his neighbour's bushes to catch them in the act. Before he finished his sentence, the cold tap in Janine's brain turned off and warmth returned to her in droves. She backed away from Drew shyly, blushing as she thought of what she had done. She looked into Drew's confused eyes and thought of offering an explanation, but could not form the words out of embarrassment. Her blush only heightened as her eyes lowered and she took in the magnitude of his arousal. Drew had mixed feelings. On one hand, he was glad that Janine seemed to have returned to normal. On the other, her body felt really good and she had left him wanting more even though he knew he should not. Why did forbidden fruit have to be so sweet? They stood there separately in silence, taking in the conflicting emotions inscribed on the other's faces. Countless words unspoken passed between them for an eternity of time as a seething Natasha backed away from the crack of the garage door without alerting them. Dare Me Not Ch. 13 It has been a while since the last installment. Thank you for your feedback over this period. This shall finish the arc that I started a few years ago... Recap: Drew and Janine have crossed a few more boundaries, but neither know what they're getting themselves into. To make it worse, Natasha had seen them as they shared an overly intimately embrace in the garage (Ch 12). ***** "I'm gonna make her pay. I'll make them both pay," Natasha seethed as she huffed back to Drew's room. She fought back the urge to rip books off the shelves and tear up pillows. A very small part of her knew that Janine was involuntarily compulsive and perhaps had no control over it, but it was easy for rage and jealousy to drop that voice out. "I'm gonna make her regret she never told me about her weakness to dares." She bided her time, setting the stage for that Friday evening. Her family was going to be off for the weekend, but she has less interest in the cabin by the lake especially when the overnight temperatures were close to freezing, and much more interest in losing her ex-best friend. In fact in having Janine lose herself. Janine had no idea of the trap that was being laid for her benefit. They hung out at her place often, and whenever her family was away, Natasha would set up a movie or some light entertainment with booze and popcorn and more booze. It was really an opportunity for them to drink without a chaperone present. Natasha had invited a few more people than usual, but Janine thought nothing of it. The early part of the evening passed uneventfully. Carrie, Lisa, Natasha, Janine, and Drew and his buddies Greg, Simon and Kevin from the football squad had made their way through pizza and a few bottles of beer. but as the sun threatened to leave the party, Lisa asked if they could head inside. She had defied the weatherman by wearing a skirt even though the weather was cooling, and she was feeling the chill coming on. "What's the movie for tonight?" Drew asked Natasha as they headed inside. "Nah, I'm feeling like something different. Let's play a game or something." Natasha replied. "I've cards in my car," Greg offered. "We could play blackjack." "Man, that's lame," Simon scoffed. "I don't want to play some boring card game." "I vote for something that let's us continue drinking," Carrie chimed in. "I'd like to spin the bottle with you." Carrie had the hots for Simon and had found the perfect opportunity to sidle up beside him. "Hah, a much better suggestion!" Simon put his arm around her shoulders. "Truth or dare!" Each with a new drink in hand, they sat down on the carpet. "Alright, house rules. We alternate truths and dares, and the spinner decides the challenge for the lucky recipient. If the spinner ends up pointing back at himself, everyone else gets to set the challenge. Everyone got it?" Natasha laid it out quickly. Janine sat between Kevin and Simon with Carrie on his other side. Lisa and Natasha flanked Drew and Greg. "Truth, and I'll spin first." Natasha landed on Lisa. "Easy, what is the most craziest thing you have done in public?" "This one time, at band camp, I stuck a flute in my pussy." Groans ensued. "I swear, American Pie ripped me off!" "Sounds fake to me. Prove it!" Kevin cat-called. "I'm not drunk enough and it ain't a dare, so no luck for you there. It's my turn though. I dare..." the bottle ended at Kevn. "I dare you to act like you're sticking this bottle in your ass for 10 seconds. I'm taking pictures." "What goes around comes around, but I'm game. Take all the pictures you want." Kevin stood the bottle upright and put on a good show of dancing and gyrating over said bottle for an easy 10 seconds. "My turn, truth for... Carrie. What's your dirtiest fantasy?" "Um," Carrie glanced over at Simon furtively. "I'd wait for my man to come home, sit him on a chair right by the door and give him a lap dance in nothing but an apron. When he's nice and ready, I'd suck his cock and lick his balls and ride him like a cowgirl should." Simon grinned appreciatively. "I'd like that kind of thrill ride." "Of course you would." Carrie gave him a mock punch. Janine was taken aback by the frightening speed at which the game was degrading. The sex talk and erotic questions usually only happened just before everyone stumbled home hot and bothered, but it was barely half past seven.. "Dare for Simon." Carrie smiled. "I dare you to act out my fantasy, but I'm the one coming home from work." "Do I have to wear the apron? I'm only game if it's a french maid apron." The guys murmured that they didn't want to see Simon in an apron in any situation, so Simon kept his clothes on. A chair was pulled up and the group cheered as Carrie opened an invisible door. "Honey I'm home." "Come here, beautiful." Simon grabbed her hand and reeled her into his arms. She tottered dangerously, but he knew what he was doing, and soon she was resting safely in his embrace. "How was work? I bet you need to release some tension badly." "Oh honey, I do so badly. It's been a hard day's work," Carrie cooed as he rubbed her shoulders and led her to the chair.. All eyes were on Carrie and Janine was glad. The command wasn't for her, but her body didn't care. She felt her back knot right up, and she yearned for some of Simon's careful ministrations. Carrie burst out giggling as Simon brought his butt to bear, wiggling the best he could in her face. He turned to face her and gyrated his crotch just above her leg with his back to the group. "How long is the lap dance section?" he asked as he did a mock dip down past her right knee. "At least another three dips!" called out Lisa. As he dipped the second time, Carrie inched her fingers forward so they barely scraped his cock as he went by. She glanced at him to see if he noticed and he had. He leaned in for his last dip and her fingers ran up along the base on his growing hardness. "Are you ready for more, honey? I bet you want it badly." With strong hands, he separated her legs as he pretended to go down on her. More catcalls erupted as he made a good show of mock cunnilingus. Janine was having a lot of trouble on her own too. She too wanted it badly, and if she could just hold herself back for ten seconds, she'd get over it. She headed for the bathroom, she had to get away. Natasha smiled inwardly, knowing it would not be long before Janine made a fool of herself without Natasha having to even lift a finger. It didn't take much coaxing to get Carrie and Lisa to play along, and everyone knew boys would follow the bait without any resistance. This evening is going to be fun. Janine shuddered as she closed the bathroom door behind her. The raucous screams of laughter meant that that everyone was enjoying the show outside, but no one else could see the show that was unfolding in the bathroom. I want it, Janine heard herself say as she plunged her hand down her jeans to cup her wet sex. Another five seconds maybe, she thought, as her body took over. She yanked her jeans and panties to her ankles and buried two fingers knuckle deep repeatedly to the sounds of wolf-whistling and faux sex outside. Her mind wrestled futilely for a few more seconds before she regained control. Eyes wide with lust and unfulfillment, she cleaned herself up and exited the bathroom to return to the group. The rodeo show had just ended, and Carrie and Simon were just sitting down as well. "My turn, and thank you for that one Carrie. We should do that again sometime!" They laughed together nervously but shared a knowing look. I got him! Carrie congratulated herself. "Truth from... Janine." "Me?" "Absolutely. What did you think of that performance?" Janine choked. "Erm, it was good? And hot?" "I bet you can do better than that. How does it make you feel?" "I want it badly and had to go to the bathroom to stick my fingers in my pussy." Janine rattled off his words and her admission without hesitation. All eyes turned to her as her own words sunk in. "Oh my god." "Well that's quite a powerful truth. I'd like to prove that." "Nuh-uh-uh, settle down Simon. You had your truth. Janine, your turn." Natasha came swiftly to Janine's aid. Janine flashed Natasha a grateful smile. Don't be too happy yet, the night is still young. "Hoo boy I need another drink after that performance and that disclosure." Greg refilled their cups as the group settled back down to continue. "Dare for Greg. I dare you to drink your beer without using your hands." "And no spilling on the carpet!" Natasha warned as Greg gripped the lip of his cup with his teeth. The beer sloshed around but Greg made a masterful attempt to sip it. The last bits got away and dribbled down the side of his face and neck. "Too easy!" Greg boasted as gripped the bottle for his spin. "Lisa, I dare you to lick up all this beer. Don't waste any!" Fortunately Greg had called Lisa by name, Janine thought. She would not have been able to resist such a direct command. She envisioned herself pushing Lisa off so she could be the one to lick all the beer off Greg's cheek, neck and chest. Lisa was gamely doing it now, putting on more of a show of light kisses than licking. No one cared to point out that it had been two dares in a row. "There's some that went down his shirt," Kevin pointed out. "Yes, payback's a bitch. Lift that shirt Greg." Lisa flipped Kevin the bird as she chased a few errant beads of beer down his chest with her tongue. "That's hot. I bet Greg wished he spilt more so it ran lower." "After that show, I definitely would have. But Natasha might have had me lick the carpet if I spilt so I'll try that next time." He sat back down and righted his shirt. The next spin went to Natasha who told a partial truth about the trouble she got into when she was caught shoplifting. "I just flashed him my boobs and he let me go. These babies come in handy, what can I say? You remember that day, Janine?" Janine remembered the security guard Ivan and his black cock in her mouth as she nodded numbly. She recalled his throbbing warrior thrusting in and out of her mouth until it burst forth like a geyser. It seemed like a long time ago, yet the memories were flooding back like it was yesterday. Natasha too was remembering the actual events of that day, with her rape at the hands of Vinny. At least he wore a condom, the fucker. He got lucky that day, but one day, she'll make him pay too. No one gets the better of Natasha Partridge. "Kevin, I dare you to take your shirt off." "Sure, I'm game. Keep telling you girls that what goes around will definitely come around." He threw his shirt behind him on the couch, comfortable showing his muscular body off. As a Will or weakside linebacker, he was smaller and faster than the regular linebackers, but still built like a wall. Just a wall that can run. "Drew, who would you want to fuck besides Natasha?" "That's a low question, man." "Answer it brother, it ain't fun if it ain't difficult. And sleazy. And able to get you into a load of trouble." "I'd fuck any girl then. If I didn't have Natasha with me of course." "Cop out. You'd fuck Janine here if you had the chance." Drew swallowed as quietly as he could. "Of course, he would," Greg jumped in. "I remember she went through a period of nice skirts. I heard Denny talking about her great legs too." The footballers nodded amongst themselves in agreement. Drew quickly took the opportunity to spin the bottle. It promptly stopped, pointing back at himself. "Ha! Our first victim," Natasha rubbed her hands almost too gleefully. "This means we get to give you the dare." "I think he should fuck Janine as if Natasha's not here." Kevin sneered. "You pig." Lisa spat. "You're just jealous 'cuz you haven't had any in a while. I'd help you out, but right now, it's Drew time. I bet if Natasha wasn't around, Janine would jump him." Bingo! Hurrah for trash talking football players. Natasha glanced over at Janine whose wide eyes were fixated on Drew with the last command. "Bah, I'm going out for some air. You guys can give Drew whatever punishment you want." "Stop it guys." Drew protested as he watched Natasha leave in a hurry, mistaking her urgency as anger. "Don't worry I'm not upset, honey. I just want you guys to be free to make up this dare without me." Janine mind raced through the command. Jump Drew if Natasha wasn't around. No, wait...! Too late. Natasha had stepped out of the room, and the dare was in effect. Drew stood up to follow her, but Janine flew from her seat on the floor and pounced on him, sending him back to the ground. "Way to go Janine. Get in character. I bet you'd kiss the living daylights out of him." Drew had no time to protest as Janine brought her lips to sear across his. Cupping his face with her hands, she assailed him with kisses and nibbles. Drew barely recovered from his shock when her tongue made it through his lips as she circled his tongue in an erotic dance of passion. The other party guests were taken aback by this turn of events, but not knowing what to make of it, they just egged her on. "Yeah, bite his earlobes. I bet he'd like that." "I dare you to ride him." "I dare you to grab her ass." "Man that's hot, Janine. I dare you to lick his nipple." Drew shivered when Janine pulled his shirt up to expose his chest. She wasted no time finding his nipple and flicking it with her tongue. "That's crazy man, I bet she's into that sort of thing. I bet she'd let you suck hers, Drew." All jaws dropped as Janine ripped her T-shirt off to expose her braless tits. She grabbed Drew's head and shoved her nipple into his mouth. "Woah!" Lisa was the first to response. "What are you doing?" "I'm letting him suck my nipple," Janine replied, matter-of-factly. "Fuck me, no kidding. What would Natasha say?" Natasha was watching from the crack in the door. Your life will be over when word gets out, Janine, and Carrie and Lisa are the best in the business. Drew lay docily, his mind still not getting past the initial shock. Janine, his girl friend's best friend, had her nipple in his mouth. He wasn't going to be a quiet observer however, seeing how impossible it was to ignore the hard nub of flesh tickling his teeth and tongue. It was only right for him to return his nipple service. He kissed it gently and suckled like a newborn. "I bet that's a major turn-on. Her nipples are hard as rocks," Kevin smirked. Simon and Carrie had snuck off to the bathroom to continue their roleplaying. Drew and Janine were too much for them to hold back. It didn't take long for Carrie's moans to signal the next stage in their relationship. "Man this is like a direct-your-own-porn movie or something," Greg mused. "Janine I dare you to show us what you were doing in the bathroom just now." Janine got to her feet and stripped her jeans and panties off for the second time that evening. Her voice of reason was shouting something, but it felt like it was from the other side of a chasm. She was soaking wet and needed no more urging to sink the same two fingers into her wetness. Standing over Drew, she gave him the perfect viewpoint as she probed herself. "Shit that is amazing. I dare you bend over the couch and continue like we're not here." Kevin was getting into it as well. Janine complied with moans of lust and the sploshing of pussy juices. The requests were coming in rapid fire sequence, but she wasn't keep track of time and feeling less and less able to recover. The throbbing between her legs was building in a fever pitch and her surroundings were becoming opaque. Her world was shrinking and it was just her, the couch and the rhythmic motions of her fingers. "You guys are all pigs." Lisa stood in a huff. "Janine, I didn't think you were a slut like that, but I want no part in this." Kevin stood to block her way around the couch. "I think you're just jealous. Would you like some attention too?" "Fuck you!" Lisa attempted to walk around him, but Kevin wouldn't let her by. She tried to get around him, but he grabbed her by her waist with one arm and lifted her petite frame easily onto his shoulder. She struggled, trying to get off his shoulder, but the rustling caused her skirt to bunch up and soon her panties were exposed to the three footballers. "Check this out, she was enjoying the show too." Kevin dabbed gently at the crotch of her panties, making Lisa shriek. "Don't worry, I won't let you feel left out." He drew a lazy circle around her clit, and she clamped her thighs on his hand. "Why do you want to fight me? You can't win." He carried her over to the couch and put her down, a lot more gently than Lisa expected. As he lowered her, he kneeled on the floor and positioned himself between her legs. "I can help you so you don't have to fuck yourself with your fingers like Janine. I bet she's still enjoying it." Lisa looked over the couch at Janine's half-closed eyes as Kevin lowered his mouth to her sex. She could feel his breath, hot against her skin, as he inhaled her scent. He stuck the tip of his nose into the moist part of her panty and let it drift upwards in a dizzying path across his clitoris. She wanted to scream, initially from the shock of being detained against her will, then from the rush of pleasure in her loins. Sensing no resistance from her, Kevin pressed on his assault on the hapless teen. He had been looking for an appropriate opportunity to ravage her, and she had no hope of running anyway. Smirky, sassy girls always brought out something dominant and angry in him and he felt the need to make them lose themselves, yet not with malice or force, but in wanton lust and reckless abandonment. It must be the beer. He must have spiked my beer. Lisa writhed uncontrollably, arching her hips forward to seek out the heat generated by his mouth like a moth to the flame. Kevin took the cue and moved the crotch of her panty aside to take the first taste of her sweet nectar. After sipping like it were a fine wine to his satisfaction, he took his time to kiss the rim of her sex. She let out a deep breath that she hadn't realised that she was holding when his tongue darted into her secret garden. "I'd like to see you show me that flute trick you mentioned," Kevin broke through her daze. "I don't have my flute with me now," Lisa giggled, surprising herself. "I'll lend you mine. I'll even let you play with it first." He led her off the couch and out of the room. The other goings-on in there would have spoilt the mood and broken the magic. Janine's hand was the magician and her depths were the hat. She kept failing to draw the rabbit out, so she kept tapping away like a seasoned Morse coder. Greg had been joined by Drew in directing her to masturbate with no chance of release. Both of them had their hands on their overstimulated members, jerking furiously at the lascivious display from the two girls before them. Neither was going to make a pass at Lisa though, both of them knew Kevin's laser-like focus had locked on to Lisa from early this evening, and were not about to get in the path of that tornado. "I dare you to suck my cock," screamed Greg, and he was rewarded with eager compliance. Both Janine and Greg inhaled sharply as she swallowed his engorged member to the hilt. "Damn, she is just getting into everything we ask," he managed to get out between rasps. Had Drew been in a more sober, less sex-addled state, he might have recalled Janine's odd behaviour earlier that week, but greater men would have failed in this noble quest. He moved behind Janine in a bid to cradle her breasts. Multiple times this week he had been treated to their suppleness and weight, yet this time they were unbound and beckoning. She arched her back towards him in approval as lightning shot down her spine at Drew's caress. It felt so right, and she snuggled back against him to give him greater access. Her thighs, drenched with her juices, collided with his impossible hardness and she shuddered at the thought of giving her virginity to him. She wanted to jump him the minute Natasha was not around, and the obvious course of action there would be crazy, uninhibited sex! Dare Me Not Ch. 13 Her actual first and second times had been with Jonah Dawson, but the careful professor had let her keep her beautiful ideal of virginity. Chastity is a state of mind, and he had had much too much fun with her to ruin the opportunity for a repeat telecast. Virgins make all the wrong choices at all the right times. She was still bobbing lewdly on Greg's shaft, but Janine's mind was completely focused on Drew. She only wanted him, and as long as Natasha wasn't around, he was all she really wanted. She disengaged herself momentarily from Greg, eliciting a whine from the poor football jock. "D-Drew, I need you. It has to be you. Please be gentle, it's my first time," she whispered. Drew shook his head slowly, but the alcohol he had consumed all night were restricting logical thought. It was wrong and he knew he shouldn't but, damn, Janine was practically begging. "I bet you'll cum when I'm buried deep in you," he breathed, his voice husky with lust as Janine carefully took hold of his spear and aimed it at her weak spot so he couldn't miss. Janine's breath caught in her throat as she braced for impact or takeoff or both.. Too easy. "Drew, what are you doing!" Natasha flung the door wide and screamed in fake horror and disgust. Janine's will came back like a rocket the moment Natasha entered the room. She shrieked as she realised that she had a cock in each hand, both primed for entry into her mouth and vagina. She dropped them like hot coals, scooped up her clothes and bolted for the open door past the sneering Natasha. Drew had been ready to enter the gates of heaven, curse Natasha and her rotten timing. He thought of something smart to say to his girlfriend with his jeans were around his ankles and his penis was ready to pen a memoir entitled Great Expectations, but she had the ultimate ball-buster for him. "We're done, Drew Carter. You can take your small dick and shove it in your own ass." For good measure, Natasha knelt down in front of Greg to continue Janine's work. Greg understood the man code, but hey, she just announced their separation, so it was all fair in his book. Drew watched numbly as Natasha worshipped his teammate's penis. 'Fuck you Nat. Good luck Greg, she's a piece of work." He heard himself saying as he dashed out after Janine. Lisa and Kevin were in the main hall and they looked on lazily as Janine then Drew ran past out the door. The haze of the alcohol and the frenetic impromptu sex had them both in a place of zen.. Janine had made it out the front door and halfway down the block before Drew caught up to her. "Wait Ja-..." he started before she whirled around, tackled him to the pavement and straddled him in the street. "This time, she's not here to stop me. You better put that cock in me right now so I can cum."