6 comments/ 92226 views/ 21 favorites An Education By: Darkredvelvet *Imperial Rome* Clymene slipped into the warm, scented water, the candlelight licking across her skin, gently illuminating the musky shadows which danced at the edges of the bathing room. She relaxed her tense muscles, allowing her head to drop back, her thick fair hair to fan out in the softly undulating water. She cherished the silence, the privacy. Slowly, she began to wash herself, her pale skin glowing in the muted light. She didn't hear the door softly open and close over the sound of gushing water. She was tired, worn out with weeks of tension. Life in the Imperial family was harsh, and often brief and violent. The court was a viper's nest, with every word, every action carrying a thousand meanings. And, niece to the Emperor, she was more vulnerable than most. She tilted her breasts up into the air, enjoying the sensation of the water cooling on her skin. She watched her nipples harden with interest. It was yet another sign of how her body had recently begun to change. Something, which her mother said, made the palace a very dangerous place to be. Her cousin, Alerio, had been watching her. His position as heir to the Empire made him a very dangerous man to cross. And despite being only nineteen, he was a man. The rumours that continued to circle around the palace certainly proved that. Rome, and more importantly, her rulers, was known throughout the Empire for its debauchery. And Alerio, by all accounts wasn't letting the standard fall. The most recent scandal was his inviting to a feast several of Rome's most important senators and their families and in that same night, slipping the daughters and wives an aphrodisiac and having an orgy, whilst next door, the senators gorged on after dinner wine and sweets. He was a dangerous man, beautiful, yes, but unstable, and rumoured to have an unnatural relationship with his sisters. Nervous of his hot gaze, the way it seared across her skin, Clymene vowed to herself that she wouldn't be the next female relative to join his harem. An unusually cold draught seared across her skin, and her eyes snapped open, jarred from the dreamy reverie into which she had drifted. Adrenaline surged through her as she saw the shape of a man outlined in candlelight, his features hidden in shadow. She grabbed a sheet of fine linen lying beside the bath, and struggled to wrap it around herself, half rising out of the water. "Stay where you are." She froze, the familiar voice rooting her to the spot. "Cousin-" Her voice sounded frail, and she cursed the linen, as, soaked, it seemed to bind and entangle her, clinging tightly to her damp skin. She could feel his eyes on her, penetrating the half-transparent cloth, to where her nipples showed through the pale fabric. She struggled to step from the bath, the marble floor cold against her feet. She wondered if anyone would hear her scream, if anyone would come to her aid if they knew that it was Alerio shut in the baths with her. "I said, stay where you are!"In a few long strides he was pressing against her, as she leant backwards across the stone lip of the bath to avoid him, grasping the useless linen tightly to her chest. "Please, don't" she murmured, not sure what she was trying to avoid, but terrifyingly aware of the primal heat of him, spreading through her frail shield of material. "I am the Imperial heir, and disobeying me is treason- cousin or not!" He leaned forward, his lips a breath away from hers. Suddenly he raised a hand and gently caressed her hair, curling in the damp. "Get back in the bath, 'Mene... I promise I won't hurt you." Shaken by his use of his old nickname for her, and suddenly gentle voice, she did so, trying to wrap the sopping linen more securely about herself. He followed her, settling opposite her in the bath, his back to the doorway. She tried to think of a way to escape, but he was older than her, bigger, stronger and faster, and she was restrained by the yards of fabric that swathed her, tangling her legs. "So..." He said, calm now, back in control, his eyes glowed an unearthly jade in the candlelight. "You are old enough to be married now, aren't you, 'Mene... my little cousin, all grown up..." "O-only just, Alerio... Mama wants me nearby for a few years yet-" she averted her eyes from his sculpted face, tried to raise her voice above a whisper. His robe was very thin, she realised, and she could see his chest rising and falling rapidly beneath the clinging material. "But, you're nearly a woman now... and so beautiful." He murmured, his eyes on her breasts "you, know, you looked like Aphrodite, amongst the steam... or, no, perhaps Diana... the beautiful virgin huntress... so beautiful, and so pure. It's almost a shame to tarnish you... but I couldn't bear for someone else to get you before I." She leaned backwards, turning her face to the side. She didn't want this, she thought desperately, not now... It was too intimate, in the silence... he was too threatening, blocking her only means of escape. "So young, and almost still a child..." He leaned forward and grasped her hand, pulling it towards his lap in a sudden movement. She tried to pull away, but he was too strong, holding her wrist in an unfaltering grip. "No- please" "You've never seen a man before, have you, my virgin, never touched him, tasted him..." Diana felt the heat of him through the water, his sex throbbed and lengthened under her unwilling touch. Alerio leaned forward, crushing his lips against hers. "I've waited so long for this, Mene... I want you to learn... everything. I've organised an education for you..." In a swift movement, he twisted her about, so she was sitting in his lap, his arms securely about her waist, and her useless sheet of linen the only thing separating her buttocks from his sex, hard, and growing beneath her. He pressed his hot lips against her neck. "Watch..." The door slowly opened, and a serving boy and a slave walked in, both naked, their flesh luminescent in the muted light. Clymene struggled briefly, hoping that they would help her, but they averted their eyes, and Alerio sank his teeth lightly into her neck, warning. "These two have been given some of my special mixture" he whispered, voice harsh, "my mother supplies it, she's ever so good with herbs... This one is a stimulant... now watch what it can do..." The slave girl was swaying from side to side, her hand between her legs, moaning slightly. Clymene noticed her eyes were glazed, her nipples dark and hard. The boy, barely a teenager, walked towards her, his sex fully erect before him. "Down on your knees" he ordered The girl did so, her white skin glowing like a lantern. "Make me come." The boy ordered, his skin shimmering with sweat. The girl reached out, and ran a hand down his cock, holding it before her as she tenderly traced her tongue around its tip. He moaned, breathing harsh, as she slowly licked up and down its whole length, then swirled her tongue around it. Drawing her lips across his balls, placing butterfly kisses along its length, his eyes rolled back in his head as she nibbled lightly on the sensitive skin then blew on it, the teasing puffs of air like the illusion of a touch. He fisted his fingers in her hair, and drew her closer, ramming the whole length of himself down her throat. "Deep throat me whore... taste me..." he moaned, thrusting his hips in her face. She sucked hard, gagging a little, her tongue hard at work. The boy threw his head back, the whites of his eyes showing as he pumped himself into her. Clymene jumped as Alerio's hands rose to her breasts. He rubbed her rock hard nipples with his fingers, pinching them hard. She felt his penis beneath her, and a strange heat between her legs as her sex pressed against his. Suddenly, the slave boy let out a cry, as he came. Cum spilled over either side of the girls lips and down her face, and she swallowed it down eagerly. "Touch me" she gasped, as the boy sank to the floor. He placed two fingers between her legs, ramming them up inside her. "uug" she breathed "yes... more..." the boy pumped his fingers inside her and she rode them, writhing, stroking her breasts. "more..." "see..." murmured Alerio "this is where you can see the aphrodisiac at work..." The boy flipped the girl onto her stomach. She rose up onto her knees panting. Clymene could see her sex, dark, swollen and dripping. The boy, hard again shoved his cock up her ass, and she screamed. Simultaneously, the boy pushed his fingers deep inside her, and began to pump his fingers and his hips. "So big..." the girl panted "too big...uung... yess, more!" Alerio worked his fingers through the fabric, and finally touched the over sensitised skin of her nipples. Clymene couldn't hold back a gasp, could hardly tear her eyes away from the couple contorted, gasping and spasming before her. "Now... my dear... it's time you had some first hand experience, don't you think?" *to be continued* An Education -- This is my first attempt at writing, and keep in mind that this story has been unedited. I'm really just looking for feedback and suck. Feel free to comment or msg! Part two will hopefully be posted shortly.-- * Some friends and I were hanging out at a friend's hot tub one day after class, getting drunk. It was a rare luxury, since most of us live in shitty university housing surrounding campus and access to a hot tub was almost unheard of. The winter snow falling, the steam rising from the hot tub and the alcohol flowing made it a perfect scene for any hook up, and some of my friends were getting handsy in the tub. My friends and I were joined by my friend's girlfriend, and a friend of hers who I had never met, named Tiffany. Now, I am a straight girl, but who is really one hundred percent straight? However, my interest in anything to do with other girls had always been via stories or porn; I had yet to meet someone who I was actually attracted to, who also possessed tits. But this girl, man, did she have a great pair of tits, and ass too. About my height, 5"4, with blonde hair and blue eyes, perfect skin, not skinny but not fat either, with a great bouncy ass and perky tits. Tiffany wasn't being overly talkative, I guess since this was her first time meeting anyone other than my friend's girlfriend, and I guess I was hoping she was shy so I could take advantage. Now one of my best friends Wendy, she was full on bisexual and had done loads of shit, but she was busy hooking up with another one of our friends in the tub, and didn't notice me eyeing Tiffany. I was surprised by my reaction to her, as not only was this the first time I had been attracted to a girl but this girl I wanted so bad, I could barely contain it. But how to make this happen? I was quite confident when dealing with guys, being decently attractive, with long dark brown hair and dark eyes, a perpetual tan thanks to my Mediterranean ancestors and a big ass and decent tits. But being as inexperienced as I was with girls, I wasn't sure how to proceed. Eventually, most of my friends got out of the hot tub, either to continue drinking indoors as it had gotten quite cold out, or to find a corner to fuck in. My friend and his girlfriend, Tiffany and myself were eventually the last ones in, and they evidently wanted to go and continue on elsewhere, but my friend's girlfriend was loathe to leave Tiffany by herself. "It's totally fine, we can hang out here and talk," I said, revelling now that I had a chance to have her all alone to myself. They left as soon as they could after that, and Tiffany sat facing me, from the across the hot tub. Damn she is so fucking hot I thought to myself. Her perfect tits, probably a C I guessed, rising out of the steamy water, barely encased in a red bikini tank top. We managed to find things to talk about, professors and classes, different majors, what we wanted once graduation happened, but my mind was barely on the conversation as I thought of all the nasty things I wanted to do to this girl whose face looked much younger than 20. We kept drinking, and she was obviously not a heavy drinker as it began to affect her. I finally decided to take my chance. "So have you ever hooked up with another girl?" I asked, trying to feign an innocent nonchalance. "WHAT? Hell no." Her blue eyes widened in surprise, and then her brow furrowed as she pouted those big, soft lips. All I could think about was how good she would probably be at using them on my pussy. Her drunkenness also seemed to make sure that she didn't notice my slow migration to the corner of the hot tub where she was sitting. "Well I have lots of friends who are bi, I just tend to ask everyone because I'm curious. I don't think anyone can be one hundred percent straight." She seemed to mull over what I had said carefully. "Well I've never done anything with a girl before. But some of my friends make out with other friends just so they can get guys to take them home." "You've never done that?" I really, really hoped she hadn't. "No. I guess I never wanted to." "That's good." I wanted to be her first for everything. Because I was going to do everything. With her, to her, against her, apparently whether she wanted it or not because I was slowly becoming obsessed with the prospect of fucking her. "Why?" She was so drunk she had no idea where I was letting this conversation head, and all it was doing was turning me on more. "Because I've never done anything with a girl either really, and I think we should be each other's first." By this time I was sitting beside her to her right, and had a good position to sort of reach over and grab her right arm with my right arm, as she jerked away in shock. I wanted to be able to use my full strength, in case she ran for it. "I told you, I never wanted to do any of that stuff!" She seemed to realize that this was progressing beyond girl talk, because she was beginning to show some apprehension. With my hand still in a firm grip on her arm, I continued to ask her questions. "Don't tell me you're an actual virgin? You've fucked guys, haven't you?" "Well yeah, I have a boyfriend." "Didn't he ever want a threesome?" I decided I would let the attempt at rationalisation continue for a few more minutes, before I would just climb on top of her and take over her perfect body. "Yeah, but he's a guy, they always want shit like that." "But wouldn't you want to give that to him?" She looked a bit confused at my question, like she agreed but didn't want to admit it. "I don't fucking care! Let go of my fucking arm!" She tried to pull her arm from my grasp and stand up at the same time, but just managed to pull me with her. Thanks to my grip on her arm, she was immobile, standing in the middle of the hot tub with the steam rising around her and droplets of water sliding down her perfect, pale body. Goosebumps broke out over her skin and her nipples stood erect, turning me on even more. With my grip firm on her arm, I moved to stand behind that perfect ass, pressing myself as close as possible and winding my left arm around her, placing my hand low on her stomach and close to her pussy, barely covered in the matching bottoms of her bikini. "Come on," I said quietly, half hoping she would give in and half of me hoping she would keep resisting. "Look at your nipples, they're so hard. I know you're cold, but maybe a little bit is because you want this too. Nobody is all straight; everyone likes to experiment now and again. I'm just as new to this as you are, but you're so fucking hot all I can think about is how much I want to make you cum your brains out." She stood absolutely still, but I could tell that her breathing was a little quicker than it had been. "Stop this. I don't want to have sex with you." I didn't believe her. She wanted this; she just didn't know it yet. I moved my left hand from her abdomen, and slid it around to her lower back, slightly moving my body away so I could see that perfect ass of hers. "Look at this ass," I said, trying to make her squirm, "you have one perfect fucking ass. I bet it would look even better without all this red material." I grabbed the middle of her bikini bottom and pulled up, but the wet material clung to her skin and only moved an inch upwards. "That won't do, I want to see all that ass," I was more talking for my own enjoyment, but she seemed to be responding by moving her upper body forward ever so slightly, so that her ass was closer to me, but still with a great view. She could probably push me and run away if she really wanted to, I thought to myself. But Tiffany stayed absolutely still, her body seemingly trapped by my authoritative voice and grip on her arm. Reaching with my hand, I went under her ass cheeks and grabbed the red material where it was narrowest across her crotch, and bunching it together pulled it upwards so it easily went up her ass crack. Tiffany sucked in a deep breath, but said nothing. "Much better," I said to myself, and reached out to grab one perfect asscheek. The red material stayed perfectly in place as it was soaking wet, and gave me a perfect view. "You have an incredible ass, Tiffany," I told her, grabbing her asscheek and giving it a couple light slaps to make it jiggle. I noticed the red material started to sag a bit, and so I grabbed it and pulled it up even higher in her ass crack. She sucked in another breath, but said nothing. "What, Tiffany, do you like that? Do you like having something up your ass crack? Or is your little bikini rubbing against your clit because it's pulled too tight?" The more I talked quietly in her ear, the more flushed she got and her breathing was turning into a light panting. From my view behind her, I could see her shoulders starting to quiver, and it just made me want her more. I tugged on the bikini bottom a couple more times while watching her face from over her shoulder, and each time I tugged I could see a flicker of pleasure on her face. With one hand still on the red bikini bottom, I removed my grip from her arm. She attempted to get away again, but I reminded her "Tiffany, where are you going? If you try to get away, then I'll just keep your bottoms here with me. You wouldn't want to go in the house without any bottoms, would you? Although I bet all the guys in here would love to see this perfect ass of yours." She immediately stopped moving, because in her drunk mind, I had assumed all the power. Evidently, she was shy. As I kept tugging on the bikini bottom, I grabbed one of those C cup tits in my small hand, palming it enthusiastically. "You look like you might be getting cold, Tiffany. Why don't you come and sit on my lap back in the water?" Tugging her backwards with one hand on the bikini bottoms and the other overflowing with her breast, I pulled her backwards into the darkest corner of the hot tub and on to my lap, or rather right in between my legs. I couldn't believe how well this was going; I had her exactly where I wanted her. Eventually, as she got more into it, I wanted her doing everything I said, wanting to do everything I said, and basically eating out of the palm of my hand. Or other places. Letting go of her tit, I reached around and undid the ties keeping that bikini top together. With glee, I threw it to the other side of the hot tub, where it landed on the corner seat. Tiffany gave a muffled sound of protest, but that turned into a gasp of pleasure almost instantly as I reached down to the front of her bikini bottoms, and started pulling them up and down, back and forth, alternately rubbing them against her clit and asshole. As her head dropped back and her panting increased, making her tits with their hardened little dark pink nipples rise and fall out of the steaming water of the hot tub, I started to talk quietly in her ear again. "Do you like that, Tiffany? You said you didn't want this, but I think you were wrong. You're a little fucking liar, I can see you panting, you love what I'm doing to your little clit don't you? Do you want to cum yet, Tiffany? I bet you do, because you're a nasty little slut. But if you want to cum, you have to tell me you're a nasty little slut. Otherwise, I won't make you cum." And with that, I stopped, simply waited there with both ends of her bikini bottom pulled taut against her ass and cunt. Tiffany's eyes snapped open and she turned her head towards mine as she realized that the loss of pleasure, and her wanting it to continue, meant that I had won. "B..b-b...." "Don't give me any bullshit. I know you heard me. Either you're a nasty little slut, my nasty little slut, or you don't get to cum." She closed her eyes, tried to slow her breathing and failed when I slightly moved the front of the bikini bottom just to remind her, and she opened her eyes and said, "I'm your nasty little slut." I smiled. "Turn over, we're switching places." "But you said I could cum!" She's mine now, I thought with glee, and made up in my mind there that this was not an encounter that would stop after one night. "Shut the fuck up and do as I say." With that, I nudged her to move, so that now she was sitting in the seat in the hot tub, and I sat on her lap, albeit facing her, with my hands still on her bikini bottom. Up until now, I hadn't been able to get a look at her pussy, but now with the bikini bottom pulled up so far it was practically all there for me to see under the water, perfectly bald with her tight pussy lips stretched around the thin red material of her bikini bottom, and her hard clit so engorged it was visibly poking out. I looked her straight in the eye as I said "you must really want to come badly, look at your poor little clit, I bet it's practically hurting isn't it?" She flushed some more and nodded, looking down, although all that meant was that she was seeing her body turned on, turned on by a girl, clit being abraded by the red swimsuit, tits visible, nipples hard as rocks, even though they were currently submerged in the steamy water. She looked back up with wide eyes, and I smiled, reading her thoughts. She's starting to really want it now, the little slut. I'm going to make her beg for this. Then, I dropped both ends of the bikini bottom, and set to untying it, and then tossing it so that it landed with its other half on the other side of the hot tub. Then I set to taking off my own bikini, first the black top and then the black bottoms. Tiffany looked at me in surprise, as if she hadn't realized that I would also be getting something out of this too. Placing my knees on her thighs, I hoisted myself up so her eyes were level with my chest. "Lick my nipple." Hesitantly at first, she slowly extended her small pink tongue and licked one of my extended nipples. As soon as her tongue touched me, I could feel it, the flash of pleasure from my nipple all the way down to my pussy, and I closed my eyes in pleasure. "Lick it again, Tiffany. Keep licking it. Don't stop until I tell you to." An Education *All characters are over the age of 18 and out of high school. To tell you my story, I would have to go back to the beginning. I was a sophomore and he was newly married. He was not the sort of guy that I normally went for; chubby, short, nerdy, and a complete jerk at times. But there was something about him that, from the first time I looked at him, drove me crazy. Even in my inexperience and youth, all I wanted was to be close to him. His mouth, his sexy lisp, everything about him sent me into fantasy overdrive and the more I dreamt about him, the more I started to fall for him. I continued this way for almost another two years as graduation, and my 18th birthday, grew closer. The first time I came to him was merely a week after graduation, which was subsequently 3 weeks after my 18th birthday, and I was growing restless. I knew it was now or never so I planned everything meticulously. I drew in a deep breath, closed my eyes, and placed my hand on the door handle. As I slowly moved into the room, I heard a low, male chuckle that I had grown to love. "Can I help you?" he asked. I nodded and smiled because my voice had failed me. I walk across the room to his desk and sit on the edge. I felt his gaze on me, roving up and down, as if there were so much to take in. My shapely legs crossed, I leaned back, and tilted my head like a cat playing with a mouse. He cleared his throat, looking quite nervous and asked me, "What can I do for you?" A sexy chuckle escaped my throat as I lean back up to whisper in his ear, "I think you know." I gently nibbled on his earlobe and he let out a soft moan. I felt that there was nothing that would mean more to me than for my first time to be with him. As if having made that decision gave me extra courage, I slid from his desk to straddle his lap. He put one hand on my hip and the other on the back of my neck to pull my face to his. As his lips met mine for the first time, I felt myself melting down to my core. I let out a soft sigh and he took advantage of the opportunity and I could feel his tongue caressing mine. With each movement, I could feel the arousal growing, from the dampening of my panties to the hardness between my legs. My body seemed to have a mind of its own as my hips began to move against him and my legs tightened around his waist. His hands ran up my body, holding on to the edges of my shirt and pulling it up as he continued his exploration. I ran my nails down his back, causing him to sigh out my name and beg to bury himself inside me. I pulled my hands away from him long enough to remove my bra. Instantly, his hands cupped my breasts, tweaking my nipples, and groaning before he captured one in his mouth. My breath caught and I found myself calling out to a God I wasn't sure existed. He released one breast long enough to inch up my skirt and touch me through my panties. He slowly inserted one finger, then two inside me until he felt the barrier that kept me on the boundaries of womanhood. He gently told me to stand and helped me to my feet, as I felt that my legs would give out. He removed the rest of my clothing and removed his before sitting back down. Placing me back on his lap, he whispered that this will only hurt for a moment. Taking another deep breath, I felt the tip of him edging into me and I lowered myself in a failed attempt to get through the pain. I whimpered as I took him in; my body experiencing a million sensations all at that moment. He put his hands on my hips, guiding me through until I began to feel a deep ache. I instinctively moved harder and faster to get to something I'd never experienced before. Arching my back, I moaned as I slowed my movements, just to keep him inside me. But I felt him about to burst so I picked the pace back up and ran my hands from where our bodies connected, up to my breasts to play with my nipples, and into my hair, making him moan and hold my sweaty body to his. I leaned down to kiss him as I felt the first waves of my orgasm crushing down on me. I whimpered and he pistoned into me, feeling his own pleasure. Once the room stopped spinning, I lifted my head from his shoulder and smiled at him with the look of a fully satisfied woman. "I'm glad you chose me to be your first. I feel very flattered," he said, breaking the silence. "Well, to be honest, I wanted my first time to be with someone I loved," I said, lowering my eyes. He lifted my face back to his and looked into my green eyes for what felt like an eternity. I'm still not sure what he saw in there but it must have pleased him because he took me in front of his desk again, leaving us both with amazing memories. I'd love to tell you that this story has a happy ending and perhaps, someday, it will. For now, though, I still wish for those few afternoons when he was mine. An Education "Oh, no! ... please ... no ... no ..." "Now, now, Helena ... you've been a bad girl. And you know what happens to bad girls, don't you?" "No! No! ... Nooo ..." Silence, as the nineteen year old contemplated her situation. "Helena ...?" She was bound hand and foot with thick, soft ropes. While they did not bite into her soft (some might say "pudgy") flesh, she was completely immobile and suspended three and a half feet above the ground. The rope affixing her to the ceiling of the makeshift dungeon allowed her tormentors to swing her around with just the slightest touch. Even that would not have been so bad except that the three men had taken off her clothes before binding and suspending her. The young woman had been unconscious when they brought her in. She awoke bewildered and stunned though she found her voice soon enough. Fairly howled she did! Demanded to be set free immediately and threatened her captors with vengeance of the most gruesome kind! One of the men remarked with surprise that she didn't appear to be the type to think let alone say such things! "Ah, well," said one of the others, a man called Dick, "that only goes to show you: she's thinks she is in a position of privilege based solely upon her gender and her affluence." That statement had elicited a hearty laugh from all three. Helena Fenton had been brought there only two days before. It was easy to get the young woman to let down her guard. The three had set up a perfect replica of a television news van complete with one of the men acting as cameraman and a rather attractive young woman confederate acting as interviewer. They had politely stopped her on the street, asking for her opinion of the police response to the public safety concerns of young women in the area. There had been a spate of "touchings" as they called it; more odd than actually threatening. (Helena and her ilk called them "rapes.") A masked and hooded figure had been recently darting from between parked cars or from alleyways to reach out and touch the noses of female pedestrians and vanishing as quickly and as mysteriously as he/she appeared. No damage had been done in any of the 11 cases to date but it had left the local populace feeling unsettled and somewhat intruded upon. The rather upscale suburb of London felt affronted by such behavior and demanded that it be stopped. Unable to resist the opportunity to "sound off" on what she thought was a thoroughly deplorable situation, Helena reacted with the expected indignation. "I think it's a disgrace that girls cannot walk about in the evening without fear of being molested!" No sooner were the words out of her mouth when someone put a hood over her head and shoved her into the back of the van. As the van was completely soundproofed, no one on that warm spring afternoon casually strolling on either side of the street noticed either her broad daylight abduction or heard her desperate screams for help. "Now, Helena ... we've been over this before, haven't we?" "Oh, god!" she moaned weakly. "Oh, god; please help me! Help me!" But of course, her imaginary celestial friend did not offer any assistance. Like Harvey the Rabbit, he existed only in the caverns of her confused little mind. She sobbed pitiably as the lubricant was applied to her reddened and sore anus. (Her captors thought her a trifle ungrateful: they never neglected to warm the gooey stuff before smearing it into the space between her butt cheeks.) Upon hearing the unbuckling of the men's belts she became even more despondent. From the very beginning of her captivity, her "gaolers" had concerned themselves with her arsehole and rectum. First, she had been given an enema and suspended over a toilet as her bowels burst. After a reasonable interval, she felt warm water flowing over her buttocks and then warm air drying them. It was not more than 10 minutes after her "back door" was dry that her worst fears were confirmed. The three masked men introduced themselves as "Tom," Dick," and "Harry," smirking behind their masques as Tom said, "Just like any ordinary bloke you'd meet in the street ... pass by without notice." The three laughed together. Then Harry said, in an unpleasant tone of voice, "And treat like dirt under your feet when it suited you, I'll reckon!" "Right, you are!" said, Dick. "Here! Here!" grunted Tom. "Damned straight!" This was followed by more laughter. Helena started to protest loudly and to threaten. "How dare you! You'll be sorry, you will! Just you wait! I'll see you all in prison!" The laughing stopped and there was silence, a rather ominous quiet it must be said. Dick stage whispered into her ear. "Here, now ... you're not in a position to make any sort of threat now are you? Seems to me, missy, that you're in a terrible fix. Isn't she boys?" The men muttered their agreement. "Not helpful to act so high and mighty, if I may be so bold as to suggest." Harry then added, impatiently, "Right; let's get to it, shall we? We have a schedule to meet." More guffaws. Then came the lubricant and then the men each took a turn inserting a relatively thin plastic dildo into, and out of, Helena's arsehole. Although it didn't really hurt, the girl screamed, over and over at the violation. Her screams were followed by pleas, then threats, then more pleas; all to no avail. The men seemed to pay it no mind at all. The girl was not blindfolded as one might have suspected. The men felt the masques were all they needed to maintain their anonymity. Helena, thinking herself the clever girl, concentrated on remembering their voices by closing her eyes and listening intently, the better to identify them once she was freed, which she believed would be soon. Everyone would miss her and they would turn London upside down to find her. Why, her disappearance was likely on the front page of the Sun at that very moment. Helena might have been severely disheartened at that moment to know that no one missed her at all. Her home answering machine and mobile phone messages had been programmed to say she was off to Spain for a fortnight of "peace and quiet ... no cell phones, no telly ..." with some special "friends" and would tell all when she got back. She would have been very distressed to learn how easily they were able to reproduce her voice. Employing the same skill, they were able to disguise their own, having inserted soft rubber appliances to their gums. After an hour of this prodding, Helena was left alone for 30 minutes. She was given water and a perfunctory tidying up of her bum. When they returned, and once more gave her bottom their attention, Helena became even more alarmed. "Oww ... oww! What are you doing?! Stop! Stop!" The circumference of the phallus had doubled and the poor girl was feeling it in those delicate, soft tissues that were so rich in nerve endings. "Oww ...! Please ... please stop! Why are you doing this to me?!" Dick, who was at that moment thrusting the dildo into her anus, stopped. He addressed her with a menacing tone not previously in evidence. "Why?! You ask, 'why,' you little bitch?!" He walked around to the face her, and holding her chin in his hand and squeezing her cheeks, said, "I'll tell you 'why.' It's because you are a nasty, selfish little girl. And you must be taught a lesson. You and your type think you can just wiggle your little arse at a man with no cost to yourself. You parade yourselves in the streets as provocatively as the law allows and then are bloody indignant when some poor bastard notices." He shook her face and squeezed harder. "Oww ..bat hoorts!" she cried through distorted lips. "And then you all get together and talk about how oppressed you all are. That men are raping you with their eyes and such like." He released her, pushing roughly and causing her to spin. He stopped her revolutions by taking hold of her hair. "Oww ... oooh!" "So, little missy, the dildoes are a 'warm up,' so to speak. We are getting your arsehole ready for the real thing!" The terrified girl's eyes were now big as saucers. Tom added, "Yes, you'll soon find out what it means to really be raped!" His statement elicited peals of harsh laughter from his mates. Helena started to sob. "Ahh ... that's it!" The man known as "Dick" had just finished climaxing in the bound girl's arsehole. It was the sixth day and Helena's rectum was being plundered with regularity. Each of the men was fairly well endowed and the helpless girl felt every inch of their members as they drove deep into her "back door." She was sodomized as often as they could manage. Twice a day, for an hour each time, she was released and exercised, though manacled and blindfolded. She was fed regularly and well. In contrast to the treatment to which she was subjected, her surroundings might almost have been described as luxurious. The lights were soft and the music soothing. She noted there were reproductions of famous paintings on the walls. (She would have been shocked to learn that they were originals and works she saw at the National Gallery were the reproductions!) In fact, she had no complaint of her treatment except for the constant buggering. Even her vagina had not been breached, which surprised her. Helena was sure they weren't going to kill her. No, they made it clear that they wanted her to live with the humiliation evoked by her treatment, the painful memories of her helplessness, to reminisce about the powerlessness that she now feeling so keenly. "Harry" had said as much to her one evening when the others had gone. He spoke gently to her but all the while letting her know who had the upper hand. "You really do need to learn a lesson, you know." She replied to this, inquiring about just what he meant by that statement. "Why do you keep saying that? What have I done to hurt anyone?" Harry considered a moment before replying. "You may not even remember this incident but a while back you castigated a fellow on Facebook for saying he liked your pictures. He was complimenting you and you rounded on him." Helena did, indeed remember. 'Omigod! Is that what this is about?' she thought. "Are you he?" she asked in a small voice. "Because if you are, I'm sorry ... truly sorry for saying what I said." Harry laughed, not at all menacingly, and said, "Gracious, no! We were told about this from a source close to us that monitors such things on the Internet. Oh, no; none of us is that fellow, the erotic writer." He went on to explain about changing her messages and that, as a result, no one would be looking for her. Astonished, Helena was silent for moment, as if she were thinking hard about something. After a bit, she said, anguished and somewhat chastened, "Was that so bad? I mean, was it so awful that I should be subjected to this?" Harry stood in front of the floating girl, looking intently at her before extracting a silk bandana from his pocket. He gently blindfolded the captive, nude girl and stroked her hair with his right hand. He removed his masque then astonished the creature by softly kissing her lips. Helena started, not out of fear but only because she had not anticipated such tenderness. He then placed his forehead against hers and once again ran his fingers through her hair. 'I must look a fright,' Helena thought, caring about the state of her appearance for the first time since she had been abducted 12 days before. That thought surprised her, but not as much as the next words out of "Harry's" mouth. "I've watched you ever since I noticed you on Facebook. I thought you were lovely. You were not perfect; no, you are a little chubby, to be frank!" This caused Helena to redden but also to giggle softly but audibly, knowing it was true. "I didn't care. I thought you were lovely. "But I was thoroughly dismayed, however, at the cruelties you and your girlfriends perpetrated upon other girls, less pretty, and boys that you did not fancy. It made me upset." Before she could ask how he knew all this, he said, "I made it my business to observe you and your friends. Although I must admit to being smitten by you early on, I grew angrier by the day. You disappointed me. You were rude and haughty; two things I cannot abide and that no one should endure." Harry paused and then said, "I was most displeased by what you did to Gerald Anson." 'Omigod! Gerald!' she thought guiltily. She let her head drop in shame at the remembrance. "You remember him, then? That's good. If you hadn't, it would have marked you as beyond redemption. That shy, harmless boy who was so in love with you your last year in school ..." Gerald was a quiet, studious boy with thick glasses. He was no good in sports and games and had a bit of a stammer. Quite by accident, Helena's friend Jenny Millbury, found a passage that Gerald had written in his copybook professing his love for Helena. He was quite effusive, she remembered, in his praise of her, eloquent, too, sounding very much like Robert Herrick to his coy mistress. If she had found it, and not Jenny, she might have been at least a little bit flattered. Not that she would have approached Gerald! Heavens no! What would that have done to her social standing? "Yes, Gerald Anson ... what became of Gerald, Helena?" Helena and her friends taunted the boy publicly with the knowledge of his affection, humiliated him, really, in front of their whole class that day just before Ms. Jespersen, their teacher, arrived to begin class. Gerald sat in his usual place in the back row but with his head down. "I ... I don't ... know ..." Gerald did not return to school the next day. It was in the newspapers the next evening that he had tried to drown himself. It was lucky for him (and for Helena) that a policeman had seen him in time and dragged him from the canal. Gerald had been hospitalized and subsequently transferred to a public school somewhere in the country. "Oh, I think you do know what happened to Gerald." Three months later the boy was struck and badly injured crossing a street in the East End of London. What he was doing there, no one could tell. An accident, it was ruled; but was it really? The boy was crippled as a result and rarely left his home. Helena started to cry. Her sobs were long and heart-rending. Not the crying born of indignation or fear as before, but of real sorrow, of helplessness, of a desire to change what could not be changed. "Oh, Gerald ... oh, god ... oh, god ..." Harry straightened up, turned, and left the chamber. He could hear her weeping all the way down the long hall to the antechamber of the estate's sub-basement. The next morning when Helena awoke, she found herself in a bed with clean fresh linen in a sunlit room. A bird was singing outside her window. It was as peaceful a setting as one could imagine, the kind that could make you forget where you had been the night before or what you had been doing. Helena sat up in bed with a start. Where was she? Where were her tormentors? Had she dreamed it? She got up and moved around the room, looked out the window. The soreness of her anus told her that her ordeal had not been imagined. What day was it? The newspaper that had been slipped under her door said it was Sunday, the 17th. It had been almost two weeks since she had been abducted. Then her eye was caught by the white envelope on the nightstand. It was addressed to her. She opened it and read it. Dear Helena We're not under any illusions that you might have in any way enjoyed your stay with us. We do hope, however, that it's been instructive. The most effective education is that which is painful. (Of which you no doubt will be reminded each time you sit down over the next week or so!) We did feel however, that you were remorseful when reminded of the people you disdained and whom you injured with your exaggerated sense of privilege and superiority. Your tears seemed real enough to us to suggest you were a changed person. Maybe you are; maybe you aren't. We're giving you the benefit of the doubt. In contrast to the contempt in which we initially held you, we wish you well. And we hope you will never again exhibit the kind of behavior for which you have been justly punished. As an indicator of whether or not you have really changed, you now have a decision to make. You can take the car waiting for you outside to the nearest police station to report your abduction and treatment or you can take it to the address written on the small slip of paper in this envelope. The choice is yours. Sincerely, Tom, Dick, and Harry "I've been instructed to take you wherever you wish miss." Helena stood outside the little inn from which she emerged on that sunny morning. She had been greeted by a chauffeur in a uniform and cap. Her clothes had been cleaned and pressed and the innkeeper brought her breakfast. The driver lifted her suitcase, placing it in the boot. She stepped into the back seat and sat down gingerly. After the driver took his position behind the wheel, Helena leaned forward to hand him a slip of paper. "Please take me to that address; it's in the West End." Using the car's global positioning system, the driver entered the street number. The slip of paper she'd handed him said it was the home of a family by the name of Anson. The End-