A Surprise Gift
A Work of Remedial English Fan-Fiction
By animus

For those who came in late…
This story utilises the Turnam characters from “Remedial English” by myself and Staine. We’ve written dozens of stories from dozens of perspectives, none of which really require the whole story to be enjoyed.
As much of an MC fan as I am, I’ve never written a “Slave Pit” style scenario with an individual acting the role of ‘slave’. Hopefully I’ve not done too badly.

There was a knock at the door.

“Mmmmmph!” Marc groaned into his pillow.

The knock came again.

"Mmmmph! Fuck off...” he mumbled sleepily.

The knocking became louder, forcing him to lift his head. "Who the fuck is that?” He yawned. He looked at his bedside clock. When his eyes finally focussed he saw the time as 9:00 am. He dropped back into bed.

But the knocking continued.

“Grrrr!” He growled. "What moron in his right mind knocks on the door at nine in the morning on a Saturday?” He forced himself to get out of bed and pulled on a pair of pants. He slipped a shirt around his shoulders, not bothering to button it up as he went down the stairs and into the living room. “Someone's gonna' die!” He vowed. Nobody disturbed his beauty sleep on a bloody Saturday morning if they knew what was good for them!

A little smile curved his lips upward as he realised who it must be. Every Saturday, rain, hail or shine, a group of zealous Bible-floggers would do the rounds of his neighbourhood. Normally his mother, being the patient type, would stand in the doorway and politely inform them of the same fact that she informed them of every week - that they were not interested. Marc, on the other hand, was not the patient type, and was less inclined to politeness where religious nutters were concerned. Running a hand through his tousled blonde hair he tried to think up something clever to say.

He turned the knob and opened the door, a smart-arsed remark ready on his lips. Instead of Jesus-freaks he found himself staring down into the smiling face of a pretty girl. It took him a moment to recognise Jessica Hayes - a girl one year below he and his friends. She looked a little different out of school. Her hair, usually pulled back, was hanging freely, and he noticed that it was a lot curlier than it looked when it was put up. She was wearing just enough makeup for it to be noticeable, but without the usual teen "racoon" look that was common among girls her age.

All in all, she was more attractive than he'd previously given her credit for, and his eyes wandered down below her neck. The next surprise came with her choice of clothing. He'd always taken her to be a good little girl, but would a good little girl be wearing a black silk number that looked more like lingerie than a shirt? It looked more like a thin-strapped bra than anything else, and the fabric was almost sheer enough to be transparent. Her tits, looking much larger now that a uniform didn’t confine them, were displayed to very good effect. The scooping neckline showed off a lot of cleavage, and although she wasn't wearing a bra underneath, the top pulled her tits up and squeezed them together very nicely. Her nipples were clearly visible through the thin fabric, and Marc realised that if he didn't stop looking at them his dick would soon be just as visible through the fabric of his boxers.

A white denim skirt finished the ensemble nicely, falling just long enough to avoid labelling her a whore, but high sufficiently high for him to wonder what she looked like without it. A tantalising flash of thighs was exposed for his approval, and he approved quite a lot. A little surprised, he remembered that he was supposed to be talking.

“Uh, hi.” He said with a slight frown on his face.

“Hi,” said Jessica.

“Are you fund-raising to save the starving Ethernopians or something?” He asked, wondering what she was doing at his doorstep.

“No.”

“Here to see my sister? She's with her mother this weekend.”

“No.”

“Doing door-to-door door knocking? Selling Avon? Keen on Jesus? What?”

“I'm here to give you a gift,” She replied, unperturbed by his outburst.

“You want to give me a gift? What for?”

“No, not from me. From Allen. Can I come in?”

“Uh, sure.” He stepped back and opened the door, wondering what the hell was going on. He figured that whatever it was, there was an interesting story behind it. If not, then at least he got to ogle her a little more in the privacy of his own home.

“Nice house,” Jessica commented politely.

“Uh, yeah…” Marc ran a hand through his tousled hair. “Mum and her latest boyfriend are out for the long weekend, so I get the place all to myself for awhile.”

“Must be nice,” She said, looking around.

“Yeah, nice. Everything's nice. What's this gift you're supposed to be giving me? Is it nice?”

“Oh, right. The gift.” She reached into a pocket of her skirt and pulled out a little velvet-covered box, the kind jewellery usually comes in. It was bound in a length of black silk ribbon, tied in a bow.

“Allen asked you to ask me to marry him?” Marc quipped. “Well, he's nice enough, but I'll have to say no. I'm more into girls, but I'm flattered just the same.”

“Funny,” She said, with a touch of sarcasm. “He gave me a note for you, too.” She produced an envelope from another pocket and gave it to him.

“Wow, a love letter too. I am lucky today, aren't I?” Marc matched sarcasm for sarcasm.

“He said to open the letter first,” She said, ignoring the comment.

“Okay, sure.” Marc opened the envelope and unfolded the single sheet of paper. Sure enough, it was covered in Allen's impossibly neat, typewriter-like handwriting. He read it silently.

Dear Marc,

I guess you're a little weirded out by all of this, but don't worry. It'll all be clear soon enough. You and I need to talk, and I think you know what I'm getting at. We've both been keeping secrets, and it's time we got them all out in the open.

Enjoy your gift…

-Allen

A little perturbed, Marc folded the note and dropped it on the coffee table. Allen knew? How? And what the fuck did he mean both of them were keeping secrets? Sure Allen had been acting a little strangely of late, but that was Allen. He was strange! A quick think back over the last two weeks and the odd behaviour of his friend told him that he'd been missing something. He'd been so engrossed in his own little secret that he'd almost completely missed what had been going on right in front of him. He stroked his chin thoughtfully.

"Are you going to open your present?" Jessica asked, bringing him back to the present, so to speak.

"Yeah, I think I will,” he said, and prised back the lid. What was inside only puzzled him more, though, and instead of finding answers he found a shiny gold key.

"A key?” He said aloud. "What the fuck do I want with a key? What's it open?” he asked of nobody in particular as he pulled it out of the box.

"This!" said Jessica as she lifted up her skirt. Marc had wondered what was beneath that skirt, but he never in a million years would have guessed.

A thin leather belt was cinched snugly around Jessica's slim waist, and hanging by little chrome shackles underneath was what looked to be a pair of leather panties - a single triangular strip of leather that looped down under her crotch, presumably to meet up again at the back. Her bikini line was completely smooth and free of hair, and Marc's mouth watered at the thought of her little shaven haven underneath the leather. She snapped her fingers at the front of the skirt and they fell to the floor as she pirouetted, revealing a G-string-type strap at the back. Her arse curved nicely around the tight-fitting leather garment, which fit in nicely with the rest of her attire. When she stopped her hands came to rest on a shiny padlock at the top.

"A... a chastity belt!" Marc managed to choke out.

"Mmmmm hmmmm... " hummed Jessica, slipping her finger in her mouth as she batted her blue eyes at him. "Now are you going to open your present or not? Your little gift-slut is sooooo horny and is just aching for your big cock to stretch her pussy,” She said in a little girl voice.

He slammed the door.

"I changed my mind," said Marc under his breath. "Allen, I love you!"

"What's that?" asked the girl in sugar-sweet tones.

"Nothing,” he replied, his voice taking on a commanding tone. "Now take off your top so I can see the rest of my gift.” Her sudden personality change had to have something to do with Allen's "secret". He decided to take full advantage of the situation, and ask questions later.

"Actually,” she whispered, sidling up to him. "There's another part of this I'm supposed to do for you."

"What's that?"

Jessica slipped away from him and jumped up on top of the coffee table. She kicked the assorted junk from its surface, then turned around and bent over slowly, giving Marc an eyeful of her shapely behind. The thin strip of leather parted her cheeks perfectly and revealed nearly everything… but nearly everything wasn’t quite enough. A hint of her silky-smooth pussy peeked out from the sides as she leaned down to lick her calf, then disappeared from view when she straightened up. Her hands slid up her thighs and across her crotch, cupping her leather-clad pussy for a moment, then they travelled up her sides and past her flat tummy and abdomen to palm her tits. The nipples showed plainly through the thin, silken fabric, and she squeezed them slowly, twisting them and delicately licking her lips as she did so. She shrugged off the shoulder straps of her skimpy top and pulled the fabric down. Her nipples popped free one at a time, stiff from lust and begging to be nibbled and sucked.

“Mmmmmm... my little pussy's so hot and wet,” She cooed, looking right into his eyes. “Won't you come and unlock me? My cunt is sooo lonely, locked up in here,” She stroked her pussy through the BD/S&M apparel. “I'm so hot and tingly. My pussy is itchy for you. Please come let my pussy out?”

Something in Marc's mind clicked, and everything that was not related to Jessica and the fucking of Jessica was banished from his mind. It was now very plainly obvious that Allen had somehow tweaked this girl's mind to show what he was capable of. There was no way that she would ever talk like this, let alone dress like that and come throw herself at him. He briefly wondered how Allen had accomplished such a task. Then everything went fuzzy at the sight of Jessica rubbing herself through her chastity belt.

He raced to the table and swept her up in his arms. She squealed in surprise, then snuggled against him.

“Ooooohhh, Master is so strong!”

He placed her on the couch as gently as could be expected and shoved the key in the padlock. He missed the first attempt, then got it on the second. It opened with a click and the harness came loose. The belt opened and the springy leather snapped back, revealing her luscious pussy. It looked as good as he had imagined it, soft and completely smooth, flushed with excitement. Her clit was swollen and juicy, peeking out from between her labia. The gusset of the device, he noted, was moistened with her juices. With a grin he tossed it across the room. Inquisitively, he reached out a finger and stroked her lightly.

“Uuuuuuunnnnnnngggggh! Unnngh UUUUNNNNNNGGGGH FUUUUCK!” Jessica wailed. Her body flicked upward like a whip at the touch of his finger. She grabbed his hand with both of hers and held him there, grinding her pussy against his hand as she moaned. "Oh FUCK yes! FUCK FUCK FUUUCK!”

“Mmmmmm... you come easy, don't you?” Marc said with a grin.

“He... heeee unnngh! said he was g-givvingggg mmmmmm meee a hair trigger,” She moaned as he continued his stroking.

“And how did he do that?” He asked.

"Touched my pussy... ohhhhhhhh like you are now. Then everything was ohhh GOD! on fire! He said I couldn't touch myself otherwise the feelings would go away."

"And did they?"

She nodded. "Uh huhhhhhuhhhh! Yeah. I tried to make myself, you know. AHHHH!” She spasmed as Marc pinched her clit.

"I'm afraid I don't know. Why don't you tell me?"

"Tried to... ohhhhhhh tried to touch myself. Mmmmmmmlike you are now. I just couldn't feel anything."

"Do you often touch yourself?"

"Sometimes."

"And how does it make you feel?"

"OhhhGod not like this!"

"You like this?"

"Mmmmhmmmm... feels goooooood."

With some difficulty Marc pulled his hand free and positioned himself between her legs. He blew gently across her labia and smiled at her gasp of pleasure. It was an effort not to dive cock-first into her glistening, moist opening, but he just had to taste her first. Reaching out tentatively with his tongue, he laid a feather-light touch directly onto her little love button. She shuddered and grabbed his head, shoving his face into her wet mound.

He held his breath and lashed her with his tongue, no longer trying to bring her to climax slowly. In seconds she started again, bucking hard against his face. He reflected with regret upon the fact that he’d never learnt to breathe through his ears, and while he held out as long as he could, he inevitably had to breathe and with effort pulled back from her spasming pussy. Her hands pulled him back immediately and he was nose-deep in twat once more. Not that he was complaining. He sucked her clit with enthusiasm and flicked his tongue over it again and again. Jessica's words had long since degraded into incoherence. Her squeals of pleasure amounted to little more than insane babbling.

"Fuuuuck, GOOOOOD, OHFUCKINGJESUSYES! UUUNNNNNGGGHYEAH! OhmiGOD! Unnnngggh!"

He'd never had a girl come so quickly, or for so long. Even Tracy had had limits, but Jessica had charged straight through them and into an orgiastic frenzy that left Marc speechless. After an eternity of quivering and moaning, her hands relaxed and allowed him to breathe again. He took in a lungful of air, sucking it into his oxygen-starved lungs.

Jessica was lying limp on the couch. She was completely covered in sweat and breathing as heavily as he was. Her breasts jiggled slightly as her chest heaved in and out. She'd come pretty damned hard, but now it was Marc's turn. Shaking hands roughly drew his boxers down his legs and he promptly kicked them away. His cock bounced ever so slightly from his racing pulse, the head nodding as it pointed at Jessica, as though giving its wholehearted approval. Jessica's head instantly snapped up and her eyes darted to his turgid rod.

"Cock!” she breathed, licking her lips.

"You want some of this?" Marc asked hoarsely, stroking his dick.

The girl nodded eagerly.

"Then come here and get it!"

In a flash she was on her knees in front of him, grabbing his dick roughly in her hands and bringing it up to her face. She held tightly by the base and squeezed, her eyes widening slightly as the veins stood out purple against the flushed skin. In a move that surprised Marc to no end, she took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of his cock into her lungs, and closed her eyes like a junkie getting a fix.

"Mmmmmmm... “ She hummed. She looked up into his face with a look of desperate need in her eyes. "Please?” She begged, a touch of pleading in her voice.

"Go ahead."

Before he could say anything more, she hungrily stuffed his entire length into her mouth, gagging when it hit the back of her throat. She took a breath, then proceeded with a little more care, taking what she could into her mouth and then bobbing back and forth. Her tongue swirled around and around the head and slipped along the underside. Marc was in heaven, and although this was obviously Jessica's first blowjob, she was doing very, very well.

"Mmmmmmmmmm."

Marc moaned. A lot of girls gave head, and some even acted as though they liked it, but this was the first girl in his experience who looked like she wanted it as much as he did. Her throat contracted as she swallowed constantly. Her tongue ran along every contour of his rigid manhood, and the look on her face was pure bliss.

The piston-motion of her head began to increase steadily, as did Marc's heart rate. The warm, slender fingers of one hand gently tickled his balls as the other grasped his shaft by the root. She was blowing him the hard way, without any hands-on work on his staff to get him off quickly. Her tongue and mouth were hot and wet, and he imagined - not for the first time - that if scientists ever found a way to graft a tongue into a vagina they'd have created the perfect woman. Jessica hoovered him slowly into the back of her throat, giving herself time to get used to it before she proceeded, and then inhaled as she took it all the way. Her lips met with his crotch finally, his cock buried to the hilt in her throat. It felt tight and hot, a little like a pussy but with a tongue to lap at the underside of his shaft.

She made little back and forth motions with her head and occasionally went back to the head-bobbing action he was more familiar with. What with her performance from before and the job she was doing on his cock now, he was very quickly feeling the twitchy, maddening sensation that heralded his coming orgasm.

"Gonna'... gonna' come... “ He warned breathlessly.

Jessica stopped her motions and immediately pulled him out of her throat. Her mouth around his cock, she worked her tongue rapidly over a spot just under the tip of the head. The sensation made his knees wobble a little, and he had to grab the couch to avoid falling over altogether. The orgasm came with agonising slowness, building tension in his thighs and working through to his groin. He moaned in unbearable pleasure as it grew in intensity without release. While he was her Master, right now Jessica owned his cock, and he was at her mercy. She drew the orgasm out of him slowly, letting it rise from the tips of his toes and up his shaking legs until he couldn’t take it anymore. Then suddenly it all let go, and his cock erupted.

"Oh God! uhhhhhhh FUCK! Uuuuuggghhh! Suck it, you slut. Swallow my cock!"

She said not a word, still sucking as her tongue lapped away at his dick. Then she pushed him back into her throat and took it all. The motions of her throat as she swallowed made Marc's eyes roll back into his head. Just as slowly as it had built, the orgasm ebbed and finally faded, leaving him warm and pleasantly numb. He could feel his heartbeat pounding through every inch of his suddenly exhausted body, and all of a sudden Marc found himself unable to stand, and carefully manoeuvred himself so as not to remove Jessica's mouth from his cock as he sat down on the couch beside her.

“Where… the fuck… did you learn to do that?” he panted.

“Mmmm mmmm mmmm hmmmm… ”

“You know, it’s rude to talk with your mouth full.”

“Master Allen told me,” she said in her little girl voice, smiling up at him prettily as she laid her head on his knees. Her tousled blonde hair curled prettily against her flushed cheek, framing her face beautifully. He cupped her face in his hand and looked into her adoring eyes, wondering why he hadn’t noticed her before. If nothing else, he had to admit that Allen had impeccable taste.

“Ah, so you gave Allen the same treatment, then?” he asked with a wry grin.

“Oh, no, Master. He said that I was for my Master alone.”

“For you Master alone, eh?” he mused, stroking his chin. He liked the ring of that. Maybe he’d make all his girls call him that. Then again, he considered, watching her worshipful gaze with curiosity, it would be all the more special if he kept her and her alone as his slave, and let the others keep their current roles. Yes, that’s what he’d do. He felt a growing affection for his new piece of property. It was much less complicated than the other girls, with no feelings to worry about, and no boundary or similar issues to worry about. He was her Master, and she was his Slave. It was as simple - and as complicated - as that.

“Jessica?” he said softly.

“Yes, Master?” she answered immediately.

“Will you act like this all the time?”

“No. I wish I could, but Master Allen’s orders were very specific. He said I am only to act this way when we are alone, and when it is appropriate.”

“And at times when it is appropriate?”

“Then I can be myself, your little whore who adores you and wants only to make you happy.”

Marc lay back with a smile and noticed his cigarettes lying by the couch. He reached for the pack and lit one, savouring the day’s first nicotine hit as he exhaled.

“I can live with that.” He beckoned for her to join him on the couch and lay back to give her room to snuggle up next to him. Her head lay on his chest, warm and pretty, with her golden hair spilling out over his side and tickling him a little. He’d get up in awhile to make coffee and maybe grab some breakfast, but not yet.

“Yeah,” he said softly, idly playing with her hair as he watched her fall asleep on his chest. “I can deal with that.”

-End