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Synopsis: The intruder quickly overpowers and binds the female owner of a
photographic studio, but what does he do when a young model arrives to do her
first bondage shoot?
Photo Opportunity (M/ff, NC, B&D)

by Quin

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                                     STANDARD DISCLAIMER
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The following piece of fiction is intended as ADULT entertainment and
has been posted only to an age appropriate area of the Internet. If it is
found in any other place this is not the responsibility of the author.

All characters in this story are fictitious, any similarity to
persons living or dead is purely coincidental. The author does not
necessarily condone or endorse any of the activities detailed in this
story, some of which are dangerous or illegal.

Quin 1998
TMQuin@attglobal.net
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Quickly, the man vaulted over the wall and dropped silently into
the garden. For a second he crouched, checking that the coast was
clear. Then he sprinted across the yard flipping himself over the
fence at the far end. Almost there. The wall he needed was at the
far end of this garden and he was relieved to see that the
place was untended and overgrown with lots of places to provide
cover.  He ran for the back wall, choosing an area with a
number of small bushes and tall grass.  At the last minute he
dived, like a ball player sliding into base, finally stopping
between a small bush and the wall.  Only then did he pause and
catch his breath.  Cautiously, he looked around but saw no irate
homeowner, no inquisitive face at a window.  He breathed a sigh of
relief.  So far so good, he had managed to slip through two back
yards and cross a driveway without being noticed.  He could only
hope that his luck would hold until the end.  Still breathing hard
he assessed his position.  He was crouching with his back against
the wall and was half hidden behind the bush. 

Good enough.

Satisfied, he glanced left and then right, trying to work out his
relative position.  It looked as if he was perhaps twelve feet
from the second boundary wall.  If his calculations were correct
that meant he was finally in the right place.  Nervously he drew a
deep breath.  There was only one way to be sure.  Reaching into
his pocket he removed a short cylindrical object and a small
circular mirror.  He paused.  fiddling with one end of the
cylinder until he found the little nipple at the center.  Pulling,
the nipple extended a short metal rod, then the rod caught and
another thicker rod section emerged.  Quickly he telescoped the
cylinder out to form a thin pole about four feet long.  Moving the
pole back he again found the nipple, this time attaching it to a
small bracket on the back of the mirror.  He spent a few minutes
making minor adjustments to the angle and position of the mirror
then drew another deep breath.  It was time to see where he was.
Slowly he lifted the pole moving the mirror slowly and carefully
until it reached the top of the wall.

The mirror was slightly convex giving a wide angle view of the
building behind the wall.  Immediately in front of him stood a
single story extension to an older building.  The back wall was
blank and featureless without obvious windows, it's white facing
old and worn.  Slowly he twisted the pole turning the mirror to
face the right corner of the wall.  There was the first camera.  A
single, black and white CCTV unit in a large weatherproof case.
For a second he looked it over noticing the position of the lens
and trying to calculate it's field of view.  Then he twisted the
pole again, this time the other way.  Finally a second identical
camera came into view this time on the other corner.  He paused
and calculated the angles again.

She'd been right!

For a second he couldn't really believe his luck, who ever had
installed the camera's had been in quite a hurry, if his
calculations were right then the fields of view didn't overlap.

There was a blind spot in the middle.

Carefully he lowered the mirror and moved three feet to the left.
Then cautiously moved the mirror up and checked again.  There was
no mistake, this was the blind spot!  Trembling slightly the
collapsed the pole, removed the mirror and slipped both back into
his pockets.  Then he scrambled over the wall and into the yard
beyond.  As fast as he could he closed on the back wall knowing he
was now completely out of sight of the cameras.  Now that he was
closer he could see more of the back wall.  As promised there were
a number of small basement windows at ground level.  The windows
were filthy, their glass uncleaned for years, peering through he
could just make out the black iron bars behind the glass.
Ordinarily that would make it difficult to get in that way.
However that shouldn't be a problem; if the girl had done her part
then one of the windows should have been left open for him.
Carefully he pushed the first with his gloved hand.

Nothing.

The second,

Nothing.

Panicking slightly he tried the remaining two windows but all were
equally well fastened.  He was about to give up when he noticed
something, an irregularity in the spacing of the widows that
suggested....  Then he saw it, behind a small overgrown bush was a
fifth window.  Hardly daring to breath he knelt down and pushed,
feeling the window give a little as the frame moved.  Reaching
into his pack he found a small can of WD40, attached the extension
spout and thoroughly soaked the hinges.

Of course there would be no one home, he already knew the owner's
plans for tonight and doubted that there had been anyone here all
day.  Still he wasn't supposed to know that and it would be better
for the girl if no one realized he'd had inside help.  The window
was small and he had to remove his pack to wiggle through.  He was
relieved to find that the floor under the window was clear enabling
him to slide inside fairly gracefully.  Reaching through the
window he grabbed the pack and pulled it inside.  So far so good.
For a second he paused listening for any sound of movement.
Nothing, good.  Reaching up he quietly closed the window.

Reaching into the pack he pulled out a flashlight and shone it
around.  The basement seemed to have been used as a general dump
for old cardboard boxes and assorted rubbish.  A makeshift aisle
had been left in the center leading to the base of a small wooden
staircase.  Carefully he made his way over then gingerly picked
his way up the stairs.  At the top was a heavy looking wooden
door.  He felt his heart fall, chances were the door was locked.
Still just to be sure he WD40'd the hinges and the lock then
slowly turned the handle.  Much to his surprise the door opened,
still groaning a little despite the oil.  Quickly, he slipped
though finding himself in a large open space that seemed to be
some kind of small gallery.  Large artistic photographs had been
framed and mounted on particle board stands, many illuminated with
small spotlights.  He ignored them looking instead at another door
at the far side of the room.  This door was already open and led
in turn to a short corridor.  Quietly he slipped into the corridor
and started towards the front of the building where he knew the
office was located.  It was then that he heard it, the sound of a
woman's voice, loud and angry, shouting, berating, going on and
on.

And then Jack realized he was not alone.


######

At the street corner the girl stopped to check her directions.  She
squinted for a few moments at piece of paper trying to make sense of
the spidery unintelligible writing.  She could make out a couple of
street names but the rest was unclear.  Furtively she took the small
map out of her pocket and quickly checked it.  She didn't have much by
way of street smarts but even she knew that appearing to be a tourist
in this neighborhood could be dangerous.

Especially if you're dressed like a slut.

The map suggested that the place she wanted was only two blocks
down.  Christine sighed with relief, Samantha's instructions,
although detailed, had assumed that she'd be taking a cab.
Christine gave a wan smile; if she'd had the money for a cab then
she wouldn't have needed to do something this desperate.

There came the whirl of an electric window and she jumped back.  While
she had been reading a large black sedan had whispered up and parked
on the street next to her.  The man inside was quite young and from
his clothes fairly successful.  He lent over and leered at her through
the window, taking in the leather jacket, the tight leather miniskirt
and the high heeled vinyl boots.

"How much?" he asked, a smug smile on his face.

Christine panicked and started to run; which wasn't that easy in heels.
She'd made perhaps half a block before she had to stop.  The boots
hadn't been easy to walk in, even on Sam's level carpeted floors.
Out here on the uneven streets they were proving a nightmare.  She
doubted she could run very far and certainly not with any speed.  She
looked around.  The John had moved on in search of a whore who
wouldn't run away from him; the other people ignored her as if
nothing had happened.  She shivered, it was on streets like these
that people could disappear without trace.  Trying not to look any
more conspicuous she quickly checked out her surroundings.  Her
side of the street seemed quiet, a few boarded up buildings and
some bums tapping people for change.  Over on the other side a bar
was open, loud music and even louder patrons spilling out through
the doors and on to the street.  Scanning the sidewalk she
suddenly came across a small group of Mexican kids who were stood
outside the bar watching her.  There was a something in their
eyes, in those leering looks, some kind of need, a hostility......

No!

Panicked she started walking down the street as fast as the boots
would allow.  She was too terrified to look back, fearing that they
would see it as a sign of weakness, an invitation to attack.  She held
her breath listening for the tell tale sound of running feet but the
click of her own heels and the constant traffic drowned it out.  The
street was full of people and ordinarily she would hope that would
give her some safety, but in this neighborhood she couldn't be sure.
Here she could be raped and murdered in front of a dozen witnesses.

Behind her she thought she could hear the sound of a footfall and
for a second she was caught by the indecision.  To run would draw
attention to herself, show her to be a tempting defenseless
target.  Not to run would give an attacker the advantage.  Up
ahead was a junction to a main street, somewhere that might just
be safer.  It was the wrong way but at that moment it didn't seem
to matter, she could always parallel off at the next block.  She
shivered and pulled the coat tighter around her body, then
decision made she turned down the main street.

After all, did it really matter if she was a little late?

###############

Jack paused outside the office.  The door was ajar allowing him to
clearly hear the conversation inside.  Well, if you could call it
a conversation, one woman was speaking, her voice high and angry,
a continuous monologue that the other party showed no signs of
interrupting.

".......  The thing that astounds me, little bitch, is that you
really thought that I wouldn't find out about it?  Who the fuck do
you think you're dealing with here?  Did you really think that
that stupid little cunt Samantha wouldn't tell on you?  Did you
really think she was your friend?  I *own* that cunt, the same
way I own you, except she's realized that the only way she'll get
out of this is to keep me sweet.  I gave you that option, I told
you that if you brought me the girl I'd be nice to you, but you're
just too stupid to understand."

Jack could hear the woman moving around as she spoke, it was
almost as if she were pacing back and forth.  That gave him an
idea.  Quickly he fished out the mirror and the telescopic rod.

"......  Now you have two choices.  You can agree to cooperate,
help me persuade the girl when she gets here, or I can just leave
you like this until after we're finished.  It's your choice, but I
have to tell you that Joshua is very interested in this girl.  In
fact he wants me to bring her to the party tonight.  Needless to
say Joshua will be very disappointed when he discovers that you
have been so difficult.  You know how angry he gets, he could do
anything...  perhaps even call your sister."

A muffled sound emerged from the office and Jack paused a second.
What the fuck?

Quickly he pushed the mirror through the gap in the doorway,
keeping it as low as possible so as not to attract attention.  It
took some effort to position it so that he could see into the
room but in the end he found the right angle.

He saw the blonde woman first, tall and statueque, dressed in a
short black cocktail dress, wrist length black leather gloves,
black heels and hose.  She was walking back and forth waiving her
hands in the air, speaking to someone who was still out of view.
Jack watched her, taking in the long blonde shag cut, the
perfect makeup, the bright red lipstick.  This girl was
dressed for the evening, which could only mean that this was the
infamous Toni Jenson.  He knew that she would be hosting Joshua
Metcalfe's "Party" tonight, in fact he had counted on her being up
at Metcalfe's place right now.  So why was she here?  He tried
angling the mirror a different way in the hope of seeing the rest
of the room.  Suddenly Toni turned and for a second Jack thought
she'd spotted the mirror, startled he froze but the woman ignored
the door and went instead to a large wooden desk that stood in the
center of the room.  On the desk was an old army footlocker with
the lid open.  Pausing she reached inside and for a moment Jack
could hear the sound of metal against metal as she searched
inside.  The blonde gave a cruel smile and withdrew a black
leather riding crop from the box.  Flexing it and grinning widely
she turned and walked out of view.  A second later there came the
sound of the crop whistling through the air followed by a muffled
grunt.  A second later another whistle and another grunt.  Finally
Jack figured out the angle and twisted the mirror, the rest of the
room came into view.

The auburn haired girl was dressed as a sexy nurse, long white
uniform, little white hat, white hose and white court shoes with
impossibly high heels; she was also bound and gagged.  White cord
had been tied around her ankles and clinched tight, a similar
arrangement had been used above and bellow her knees.  It wasn't
possible to see her hands as they were hidden behind her back, but
the tight cords around her body and the way her shoulders were
wrenched back hinted that they too were in serviere bondage.  She
was sitting on a small wooden chest looking up at Toni with fear
in her eyes.  Desperately she tried to say something, but the
thick mask of white tape that covered her mouth and lower face
swallowed her words leaving only a series of low grunts.

Her nurse's uniform had been torn open at the front, exposing
the redhead's bare belly and white lacy underwear.  Her tits had
been pulled free of the bra and as Jack watched Toni's hand flew
back and the crop came down hard on the defenseless nipples.  This
produced another muffled scream from behind the gag and the
redhead tried to twist around and shield her tit's with her body.
It was futile, Toni adjusted her position, gave a wicked grin,
then struck out again, and again.

By now both breasts were covered in  red and blue welts and
the bound woman's face was wet with silent, helpless tears. She
shook her head, begging behind the gag, her lips fighting the
imprisoning tape and losing. Again Toni struck and another
stifled scream emerged. The gag seemed very effective and Jack
realized it would have to be, the window behind the desk, the one
covered by the heavy drapes, faced out into a busy shopping
street. He could hear the faint sounds of the shoppers going about
their business outside, unaware of this little drama being played
out just a few feet away.

Jack smiled, he didn't know what the story was, to be honest he
didn't really care, all that mattered was that the `nurse' posed no
threat, all he had to do was take care of Toni. Slowly he reached
into his pocket and pulled out the ski mask sliding it over his
head just as the redhead finally surrendered.

Toni bent down so that she could look into the terrified woman's
eyes. "So tell me Brenda, do we understand each other now? Will
you help me persuade your little friend to come with us to
Joshua's party?"

Brenda nodded, still sobbing into the gag.

Toni smiled down at the helpless woman. Brenda was such a fool,
she thought, trying to warn off this new girl like that.  Had she
really believed that they wouldn't find out?  She shook her head
in amazement.  Stupid bitch!  Brenda had even been stupid enough
to come here afterwards, and had then  been dumb enough to
allow herself to be tied up for a bondage shoot.  Sometimes Toni
wondered where they found these dumb bitches but then she supposed
they wouldn't be so easy to control if they were smart.  Smiling
she looked up at Brenda.

Why were Brenda's eyes so wide? Hadn't she just told her that
it was all over.  Toni frowned, then she realized that Brenda
wasn't looking at her but was instead looking over her shoulder at
something behind her.  Toni started to turn but before she could
react an arm encircled her chest pinning her arms to her side and
a split second later a gloved hand sealed itself over her mouth.

And then it was Toni's turn to learn fear.

#############

After her little detour Christine finally found herself on the
right street.  Up ahead she saw the block she was looking for.
This still wasn't the best area, but the presence of women and
children on the streets made her feel a little safer. This block
even had businesses other than pawn shops and liquor stores.  A
bakery and a small cluster of boutiques seemed to be huddled
together for mutual protection.  Quickly she ran across the
junction as if she were crossing some kind of a border.  Once she
was on the other side of the road she slowed down but she didn't
stop until she was outside the first of the shops.  Then,
summoning up her courage she looked back.  No one was following
her.  With a sigh of relief she walked on.

The store she wanted was in the middle of the block, a small
unassuming place tucked between the bakery and a drugstore.  Christine
peered in through the window at the framed portraits and wedding
photo's.  It looked respectable enough, if Brenda hadn't told her what
went on here she wouldn't have believed it.  She glanced down at the
smiling graduation photograph of a particularly attractive blonde.
Was that how they found their models?  Did a girl come in here for
pictures and the photographer just sort of mention that she could make
a few extra bucks if she let him photograph her naked? Christine
scratched her head.  Perhaps the news spread by word of mouth from
model to model?  Christine knew that both Brenda and her roommate
Samantha posed here and she wondered who had recruited who?
Brenda's involvement Christine could understand, the girl came
from a poor family like she did but Christine had never worked out
Sam's motives. Why would a wealthy and popular girl like Sam get
mixed up in something so.... well, sordid.

For that matter, why was she?

Christine looked at her dim reflection in the glass.  The outfit
had been borrowed from Samantha.  It consisted of a black leather
jacket, tight leather micro mini skirt and a pair of knee high
vinyl boots with a three inch heel.  She looked like a whore, in
fact she'd said as much to Sam but the older girl had just
shrugged.  "It pays to advertise," She'd said, "Besides you want
them to like you right?"


The question was did she? Quietly, Brenda had taken her to one
side and made it quite clear the sort of things a girl would have
to do to make Tony Jenson *like* her.  In fact she had emphasized
the point, again and again. Christine had asked Sam about it but
the brunette had just laughed it off. It seemed strange that the
two friends should react so differently, Sam encouraging pointing
out that it would solve all of Christine's financial problems;
Brenda so negative, always pressing the downside without out and
out telling her not to do it.

Christine swallowed, between them they had convinced her that
there was a price to pay.  To Brenda and Sam, who measured how
good a time they'd had by how little of it they remembered in the
morning, this was no big deal but to Christine Mitchell,
minister's daughter, it was a very big deal indeed.  Yet, if she
didn't get this job there seemed little hope of making the rent
before the end of the week.  Failure meant eviction, returning
home to Iowa in financial disgrace....

Returning home to Iowa.

She shuddered, going home to Iowa would be like living in her own
grave. Her home town was nice, even picturesque, assuming you
didn't live there, but for the locals it was a trap, something
that held you tight, stifled you, until you died.  How many of
her seniors had she seen it happen to?  Pretty girls in prom
dresses one year, pregnant wives the next.  Then a lifetime of
shuffling around in threadbare dresses dragging screaming kids
around; perpetually pregnant and in the kitchen, their lives
effectively over.  No, for Christine, smart, beautiful Christine,
failure was not an option.  If this job involved having sex with
the guy then she'd just close her eyes and get on with it, she'd
even pretend to enjoy it if that's what it took.  With renewed
determination she took a deep breath and pushed the door.

Nothing happened. The door was locked.

Peering through the glass again she noticed for the first time that
the lights were off.  The shop was closed but that made no sense,
Sam had seemed so sure of the time and day, she had even said
that Brenda would be here to provide support. She looked again at
the scrap of paper and at Samantha's scribbled instructions.  The
address was right, even the name over the door, "Jenson
Photographic" seemed right. It didn't make sense.  She was about
to give up when she noticed the two words at the bottom of the
paper that had been obscured by her thumb.  It took a second to
make out the scrawl but eventually she got it.  The words said
"side door."

Looking around she noticed a small side alley between the store and
the bakery.  Nervously she worked her way down the alley until she
came to a large armored door.  On the wall next to it was a bell box
with a built in video camera.  With her heart in her throat she pushed
the button.

#############

Suddenly there was a loud buzzing sound. Jack and Brenda both
looked up, towards the office door and the small telephone like
contraption on the wall. Toni was too busy trying to breath to
react. Jack was pushing her face hard into the cushion of a couch
muffling her screams and making breathing difficult.

"Damn," Jack said out loud. He no longer had time to be subtle.
Grabbing a large handful of Toni's blonde hair he pulled back
wrenching her head backwards and forcing her mouth open. Before the
stunned girl could react he pushed a bright red ball between her
teeth shoving it hard until it was all in. Then he pushed her face
back into the cushion while he tightened the ballgag's leather
strap behind her head. Toni gurgled and complained, but her sounds
where now muffled and weak, he doubted she could be heard by the
shoppers outside. Standing he looked down at his victim. As he'd
guessed the footlocker had contained Toni's collection of bondage.
toys. Fighting to keep the struggling blonde quiet he hadn't had
time to be selective and had just grabbed what he could, which had
turned out to be a pair of handcuffs and a ballgag. He glanced
at the gadget on the wall again.  Now there was someone outside
and he'd better deal with Toni quickly.  Stepping over to the
locker he looked inside, there were gags of all shapes and sizes,
dildos vibrators, butt plugs, about ten different types of tape.
What he really needed now was some way to secure the blonde's legs
and a way to immobilize her elbows, he knew from his own
experience that handcuffs could be wiggled out of if the victim
had enough upper body movement.

He found what he wanted just as the buzzer sounded again. The leg
irons were really a rod of steel with a cuff at each end, it would
hold the legs apart and  make movement difficulty. The elbow cuffs
were just like handcuffs except the bracelets were larger, once
fastened to the woman's upper arms escape would be practically
impossible.

He turned to find Toni on her feet moving quickly towards the
handset, he started after her but her lead was too great. she
shoulder charged the little unit knocking the handset clear.

"Ummmmphhhh!" Toni screamed, "Ummphh Hee!"

The handset had fallen to the end of it's cord and was banging
against the wall. Toni, started to kneel so that she could bring
her gagged mouth closer to the receiver. It was then that Jack
reached her.  He grabbed her, clamping a hand tightly over he
mouth, muffling her even more. Reaching down he grabbed the
handset.  The unit had a little screen on it showing a distorted
wide angled view of the person outside. Jack had half expected to
see one of Joshua Metcalfe's goons but instead there was a pretty
blonde wearing some kind of a fetish outfit. As she hadn't
run off he could only assume that she hadn't heard Toni's little
outburst. He had to know who she was and why she was here. Last
thing he needed was for word to get back to Metcalfe. Fortunately
thinking on your feet was part of his job description and an idea
came to him then and there.  Clamping his hand firmly over Toni's
mouth he smiled down at the little blonde, seeing the terror in
her blue eyes.

"Sush," He said then brought the handset up to his mouth.

It was show time.

#############

A set of clicks bangs and grunts came from the speaker and
Christine frowned. Finally she heard someone scrambling to pick up
the handset.


"Yes?" The voice squeaked.

"M..mr Jenson? My names Chris.. I'm a friend of Brenda's."

There was a pause. "What do you want?" The voice demanded.

"Bren s..said you may have an opening for a model....  She said you'd
see me today."

"Brenda you say?"

"Y..yes."

There was another pause.

"We're closed today. Come back tomorrow."

Christine panicked, she'd assumed that she'd be leaving with Brenda in
her car.  She had even given the girl a bag with a change of
clothes to bring along; she hadn't wanted to spend the whole day
dressed like this especially if they were going to some kind of
party afterwards.  While she had enough bus fare to get home the
trip back was dangerous especially dressed like this.  She looked
at the failing light, summoned up her remaining courage and
decided to go for it.  After all Samantha had said it paid to
advertise....

With a trembling hand she unbuttoned the front of the leather jacket.
Underneath a latex halter top did it's best to make her look busty.
She thrust her none too impressive cleavage at the camera.

"Please Mr.  Jenson.  I need to speak with Brenda, I thought we
where going to a party tonight and gave her a change of
clothes. I don't know what I should do, is she there or
should I call her at the party? Please Mr Jenson, I can't walk
back to the bus stop dressed like this."

There was a pause and then the door buzzed.  "Ok," the voice said,
"but be quick."

Gratefully she stepped inside. 

#############

Jack smiled at Toni, the girl had been screaming into gag and
glove the whole time yet this Chrissy girl hadn't heard a thing. A
look of horror and helplessness had started to creep into the
tough blonde's eyes. Jack felt his satisfaction growing, hopefully
Toni would now be easier to handle. Replacing the handset he
dragged her back to the couch where the rest of the bonds were
waiting. It took only a few seconds to fasten elbows and ankles
and then after making sure that Toni was comfortable he turned his
attention to Brenda.

The girl drew in a sharp breath when he touched her raw tits but
soon calmed when he gently stroked, them. The cropping had made
them seriously sensitive and in just seconds her nipples were
hardening.

"Do you want them in the bra or out Brenda? Nod once for in, twice
for out."

Brenda paused, not expecting such kindness from the intruder.
Bending forward she rubbed her gagged mouth against his arm.

"Now Brenda you know I can't do that? Now hurry up and make your
choice, I have to get ready for Chrissy."

Christine! Brenda's eyes went wide and she shook her head begging
him not to do anything to Christine.

The man sighed, "Ok Brenda, but I did give you the choice."
Holding her face in his hands he gently smoothed down the tape
with his thumbs ensuring the gag had a good seal.  Next he quickly
check the cords on her wrists and ankles but found them secure.
Standing he went over to the foot locker and picked out a few
items which he stuffed into his pant pockets.

He started towards the door but a muffled moan from Brenda caused
him to look back. The redhead looked sorrowfully down at her
punished tits, then nodded once.

###############

Christine found herself in a short corridor with two doors off to
the right.  The first door opened into a small space that seemed
full of photography equipment.  It had backdrops in pastel shades,
colorful plastic plants and of course the fluffy rug you
photograph babies on.  This was where he did his legitimate
business, she thought, where proud mothers brought their babies
for the rug shots and high school girls posed for graduation
photographs in front of the bland backgrounds.  Sighing she closed
the door and continued down the corridor.

The second door opened into a much larger area full of a variety of
props and backgrounds.  Glancing at one wall she found that a metal
lattice work had been bolted to it and that locked to that were a
variety of cuffs, whips and chains.  Despite herself she shivered,
hearing her father's words from the pulpit, telling of the evil of
the big city, the sex the debauchery. For a second she wondered
what he would think if he could see her now. Would he see the
irony she wondered, that it wasn't the evil corrupt outside world
that had forced her to do this but the though of returning to his
wholesome parish?  Somehow she dragged her attention back to the
room.  In the opposite corner stood a queen sized four poster bead
with a canopy.  There was a bedside table complete with lamp,
phone and alarm clock.  The corner even had wallpaper and a small
square of carpet.  She blinked in amazement, it looked for all the
world like someone had stolen the complete corner of another room
and brought it here.

"The phone's over here."

She turned.  In the center of the room was a table in front of which
stood a man in his early thirties.  On the table was a lightbox that
threw macabre shadows on the walls, the man was taking slides and
strips of film from the lightbox and examining them with an eyeglass.

"Well, are you going to stand there all day?"  He demanded without
looking up, "Come on in."

Christine felt the blood rushing to her cheeks but she said nothing.
Nervously she pulled the mini down a little, it had a tendency to ride
up when she moved and it covered little enough already.  For a second
her resolve almost failed her but then she remembered what Sam had
taught her.  Taking a deep breath she tried as hard as possible to
think sexy.  Under her breath she whispered the magic words, "Show
time!"

Hesitantly at first but then with increasing confidence she strutted
towards him, letting the rhythm of her heels do the talking.  She
could see that she had his attention so she added a little wiggle of
the ass to hold it.  She watched with a strange calmness as his eyes
scanned her body from head to toe.  When his eyes finally settled
again on her face he had that familiar look of lust in his eyes.  She
managed to suppress her shiver.

"Well hello," he purred presenting a hand covered in soft rubber
surgical gloves.  He noticed her look.  "Oh, sorry but dust and
fingerprints are bad for negatives and it pays to take precautions.
"I'm Anthony Jenson but my friends call me Tony.  You said your name
was Chrissy?"

For a second she considered correcting him but then she thought better
of it.  Let "Chrissy" the slut be the one who posed for pornographic
photo's and slept with photographers.

"Yes," she said finally, "Chrissy McNeil."

"Glad to meet you," he said amicably, "You say you're a friend of
Bren's?"

"Y...yes. She said you were looking for new models?"

He frowned, "Well not explicitly.  I mean variety is the life blood of
this business but I don't need to actively recruit."

There was obviously some kind of confusion here, she realized, but
there was a quick way to sort this out.  "Is Bren here," Christine
asked stripping off the jacket so that he could get a good look at the
halter top.

"No, I had to call her this morning and tell her there was no point
turning up.  Electrical problems you see, we only got the power back
on in here about half an hour ago.  I'd rather not pay a model to sit
around while I pay an electrician to mess about with my fuse box."

Christine shivered.  The only reason she'd agreed to come was on
the understanding that Brenda would be here to act as chaperone
and moral support.  Now she was alone with this man.

"D...did Bren mention me?"  She asked hopefully.  If he knew she was
coming then she might be able to tap him for the cab fare.

"Sorry, she never mentioned anyone called Chrissy."  He paused, "Come to
think of it , she's been murmuring about bringing a friend along for
some time but I'd assumed it was just to watch."

"S..she said that there'd be work..."  Her voice trailed off in
disappointment.

"No I'm sorry, I don't know where she got that idea?"

Christine felt a trickle of sweat run down her back.  She didn't
really have the money for a cab home and she'd hoped that either
Tony or Brenda would help her. She scratched her head, then she
remembered the number Sam had scribbled next to the directions,
the one she was to use if there was a problem.

"I was expecting to go to a party later. Samantha, that's another
friend, sort of said that you and Bren would take me there. Do you
know if Bren went ahead? If so I could call her and get her to
bring my clothes."

#####################

Jack shivered. So the girl had been given the number of the Metcalfe
Estate. Last thing he wanted was for her to call  Metcalfe
looking for Brenda, if she did the old man and his goons would
cover this place like a rash. It was still early and as long as
Chrissy didn't call the mansion he had more than enough time to do
what he needed. Problem was that if he sent her away now there was
no guarantee that she wouldn't speak to someone or call Metcalfe when
she got home. Well, the girl had come here expecting to model, and
by the sounds of things she was desperate enough to go for
anything. He looked her up and down feeling his cock harden. This
could be rather entertaining, take a few photographs, get the girl
used to following his orders then sort of suggest a bondage scene
or two. Hopefully the girl wouldn't realized that he wasn't Toni
Jenson until it was far too late.

Jack laughed.

#############

The man seemed to think for a while then gave a sudden unexpected
laugh. Then he stepped back as if he was looking her over for the
first time.

"So you want to model for me do you?  Have any experience, erotic
dancing, catalogue work?"

"No," she admitted, "but Bren said that you always had a look out for
pretty girls."  She blushed, "People do say that I'm pretty."

He looked her over, "Well, sweetheart you ain't chopped liver that's
for sure.  As to if we'll be doing any business, that depends on the
results of your screen test.  I've seen a lot of pretty girls who look
like dogs to a camera and a lot of not so pretty girls that the lens
just loves.  Cameras aren't the human eye you see, they don't view the
world like we do."

She looked disappointed.

He though for a while looking her up and down with those leering
eyes trying to decide something.  "Hell, why not!  You're here,
the power's back on and," he glanced at his watch, "we have time.
Do you want to audition?"

"N..now?" Without Brenda here she felt her courage evaporate.

"Well yes? That *is* why you're here right?"

She nodded.

"Don't worry," he said, "if you're any good then it's hardly in my
interest to scare you off is it?  Besides, unlike some of the ass
holes in this business I do pay for auditions, not full rate of
course, we won't know how good you are until I develop the film but
I'll pay you a hundred an hour.

Right now even one hundred dollars could make a lot of difference;
at the very least it would get her home unmolested.

"Ok,"  she said nodding, " I suppose that'll be ok."

"Good," he said, "I need to get some papers for you to sign.  While
I'm gone strip off."

"S..strip," She stammered.

He looked puzzled, "Well of course.  Brenda told you the kind of
pictures we take here right?"

Christine nodded.

"Well, I need to get an idea what you look like naked.  It's logical
if you think about it."

With a trembling hand she started unzipping the miniskirt.

He smiled, "Good girl, it isn't so bad once you get used to the idea."
Still smiling he turned and headed off into another room.

Christine started to strip.  As bad as the slut outfit was it still
covered her body and as she removed it she started to feel more and
more vulnerable.  Finally she stood naked shifting her weigh from foot
to foot as she waited nervously for his return. 

#######################

Jack backed into the office, keeping his back to the two women
until after the ski mask was back in place, then he turned. The
captives were more or less and he left them, Toni on the couch,
Brenda still sitting on the wooden chest. Jack nodded.

"Good girls," he said in a low voice, "keep cooperating and you
and me will get along just fine." He walked over to Toni's desk
and rooted around in the draws for a while. At last he seemed to
find what he wanted and assembled a small collection of papers.

He was about to leave when a thought struck him, walking over he
knelt next to Brenda.

"I take it that you were going to play some trick on her? I mean I
can't think of another reason why you wouldn't tell her that
*Tony* Jenson is in fact a woman. It came as quite a surprise
when she thought I was Tony. Still I have to thank you, can't
imagine that she'd be so cooperative if she knew the real reason I
was here."

Brenda groaned. It had been Samantha who had mentioned the
modeling job to Christine and had pushed the impoverished girl
into it. Sam was broken, willing to do whatever Toni wanted and
Brenda had soon realized that Toni wanted Christine. Yet for some
reason Sam hadn't told Christine that Toni was a woman. Brenda,
unable to warn her friend openly for fear of Toni finding out had
exploited this, telling Christine that Tony Jenson was a man and
hinting that he'd want to fuck her. She had hoped that would be
enough to scare the girl off or at least make her worried. Brenda
knew only too well that Toni used the fact that she was a woman to
lull her victims into a false sense of security. Getting them to
do things they would never do for a man.

She groaned.  How could she have known that this jerk would
exploit it?  The man had at first appeared kind but now he
seemed intent on doing something to Christine.  She closed her
eyes and sobbed, she'd delivered her best friend into the hands of
a madman.  She glared up at him.  Somehow she would find a way to
warn Christine.  Her resolve had failed her before, she had let
Sam talk the girl into walking in to this den of vipers, but now
she would do all she could to save Chrissy from both this man and
from Toni.


Jack looked down at Brenda, surprised at the sudden venom in her
look. He had thought that he and Brenda had an understanding,
that he'd made it clear that he was only interested in Toni and
her business, yet the woman glared at him with such hatred. Gently
he checked the woman's gag again then every bond twice. He knew
that he couldn't take any chances.

###############################


A few minutes later the man bounced back into the room with two
sheets of laser printed paper which he put on the table.

He gave her a pen, "Put your name and address on them then sign at the
bottom."

Out of habit Chrissy started reading them.

"No need to worry," he said, "they're standard boilerplate contracts.
This one is a model release.  It says that I own the rights to the
photographs and that you agree to my use of your image.  This second
one certifies that you are over twenty one and legally an adult."

Christine swallowed.  She was nineteen and by that definition underage
but if she told him that she wouldn't get the job.  For a second
she hesitated trying to rationalize her deception.  Finally she
decided that she wasn't going to use her real name anyway so
"Chrissy McNeil" could be over twenty one.  Picking up the pen she
filled in the forms and signed where he indicated.

"Do you have anything with your age on it, driver's license, insurance
card?"  He glanced down at the skimpy outfit on the floor, "Guess not
huh?  Well, never mind.  Just remember to bring something for next
time ok?"

She nodded and watched as he started circling her body.

Coming in front of her he suddenly smiled.  "Stand straight,
sweetheart.  Good, now spread your legs a little.  Put your hands
behind your head and arch your back."

Her face burned with humiliation but she did as she asked.  She
flinched but did not otherwise object as he cupped one of her breasts
in his hand.

"Th...they're real," She offered.

"Of course they are honey; no one pays for small ones."

She blushed, but again said nothing.  His hand departed to lightly
brush her ass; leaving a tit with a very hard nipple.  She gasped in
surprise, she had never been touched by a man before a fact she
had kept from all of her new friends including Brenda. She hadn't
believed that her body would respond so quickly but there was
something about the situation, her nakedness perhaps or the mild
humiliation that was acting as a definite turn on.  Unbidden a
musky odor started to rise from her rapidly dampening pussy.  She
could tell from his face that he'd noticed but he made no further
comment.

"Kid, you're beautiful!"  He whispered.  There was an odd, almost
reverential quality in his voice that she found quite comforting.

He seemed to collect himself then said, "Ok, we have a couple of
hours before I have to set off downtown.  I figure we'll do three
sets to see what kind of a range you have.  He walked over to a
corner of the room that had obviously been turned into some type
of a wardrobe area.

"What size feet do you have?" He shouted.

"A.. eight and a half?"

"Here, he said passing her a pair of open toed high heeled pumps
and some stockings, "these should fit.  Put them on then fix your
makeup.  I want really bright red lips and plenty of eye color.
Oh, use a bit of blusher on your nipples too, it'll make them
stand out more."

She did as he said while he busied himself setting up a camera and the
lights around the bed.

Finally she was finished.  The transformation amazed even her.  By
nature she was shy, not wanting to draw too much attention to herself,
as a consequence she under played her makeup avoiding bright colors.
Trembling slightly she looked in the mirror. The girl that looked
back at her was beautiful, a natural blonde who's
long hair fell around her shoulders and framed her face.  The blusher,
applied to extenuate her cheek bones made her face look thin and
sculptured while her cherry lips seemed large and inviting. Her
large brown eyes seemed a little concerned, but showed none of the
turmoil going on within. The rouged nipples stood firm and erect,
so sensitive that the slightest breeze made them tingle.

"Whore!" her father's voice said inside her head, "Painted whore!"

She shivered and tried to fight it down, but her father's
preaching and her own self loathing had broken the spell. The
beautiful woman was gone and in her place was a frightened little
girl with a painted face.

He came over and nodded his appreciation.  "See I told you that you
were beautiful.  Now lets get on with business shall we?  We don't
have a lot of time."

He led her over to the corner of the room with the bed.  She
trembled, remembering what Brenda had said, if it was going to
happen it would happen soon.

"Ok honey, here's what we're going to do.  First, sit on the end of
the bed and cup those tits."

She did as he asked and the camera flashed but he obviously wasn't
satisfied.  He tried a couple more then paused.

"They ain't liver sweetheart, they are your pride 'n' joy.  You're
holding them out to a guy, giving them to him.  You know they're
great, you know the lucky stiff wants them.  Now, sell that idea to
the camera."

She pouted a little and did her best but it was no good.  She didn't
feel sexy.

"Hang on a minute I have an idea."  Racing over to the wardrobe he
produced a pair of long black silk gloves which he threw to her.

"Put those on and let's try it again,"  he commanded.

She repeated the poses he asked for and again he took some shots but
she could tell it wasn't working.  He asked for a couple more and she
complied even faking masturbating for him but is was no good.


"Honey, you need to relax a little. Perhaps if we talk? So where
you from?"

"I..Iowa?"

"Corny but good huh? Sorry I know but I couldn't resist it."

She didn't smile. He tried again.

"So what are you doing around here?"

"I...I'm on a scholarship at UCLA? Modern Humanities?? I want to
b...be a teacher." She swallowed hard suddenly needing to tell him
why she was here.

She took a deep breath.  "I didn't realize it was so expensive I
mean I have two jobs already but they eat into my time so.
Sam said that you offered easy money, took kinky photo's with no
sex or anything sent them to collectors so there was no chance my
family would see, paid good..."

"Sussshh, slow down kid! You don't need to justify yourself to
anyone, least of all to me. I don't need to know your reasons,
you have something to sell, something I'm interested in buying,
and nobody gets hurt in the process. Seems to me we're doing each
other a favor."

She relaxed a little and he thought for a while.

"Perhaps we should try something different."  he said, "Fetish is
good.  People who buy that sort of stuff are in it for the clothes
anyway."

He wondered over to the wardrobe area and returned a few minutes
later with a small pile of fetish wear.  "Here put these on," He
said, "I know some girls find it easier if they aren't completely
naked.  She started with the gloves, long black vinyl ones that
reached up to above her elbows.  A tight leather bustier came next
squeezing her middle and thrusting her tits up.  Her nipples hardened
and the smell caused her pussy to juice once more.  Gasping, she
finished off with a pair of latex thigh boots, black and slick,
hugging her thighs with a silky warmness that made her poor cunt
go wild.

He had seen her reaction and smiled.  If this girl had any fetish at
all then this outfit would satisfy it.  The hardness of her nipples
and the renewed smell of hot pussy seemed to show that it was working
but the proof would be in the photo's.

Once he'd settled her down again he decided  to try a little experiment.

"Ok, sweetheart here's the story.  You've been waiting for your lover
for hours, getting steadily more horny all the time.  By now it's real
bad.  You've dressed up specially for him, you want to leave him in no
doubt what you're thinking.  Now he's just walked into the room and
you want to be fucked *now*.  Sell it to me sweetheart show me how
you'll get him to fuck you."

Christine tried to make herself look sexy, but she was a little lacking
in experience.  In desperation she tried playing with herself but
despite the heat building in her pussy her heart wasn't really in it.

"That ain't doing it kid, he's on his way down to watch TV.  Don't
worry about the tit, say it with the eyes."  She tried.  Fighting back
the self doubt and fear she somehow communicated some of the need she
felt.

He looked up, "Well, that's a *bit* better.  He may fuck you after the
big game assuming that there are no "Baywatch" reruns."

She sulked.

"Oh no! Shit girl you ruined it."

She pouted.

"Look why don't I save us both some time."  He said, "It's obvious
your heart isn't really in this, deep down you simply don't want to do
it."

"But I do!"  She cried, "I really want to do this Tony.  I need to
make some money soon or I'm in really big trouble.  It's just, well I
don't f..fuck that often.  I'm not used to being sexual."

"You're kidding me right?  I mean a pretty thing like you must be
fighting them off with a bat."

She shook her head.

He paused and ran his gloved fingers through his hair.  The girl
was obviously more screwed up than he thought.  Yet in the back of
his mind he had an idea that could possibly work.  " Look kid,
most of they guy's that buy this kind of stuff stand no chance of
having a girl like you.  We sell them a fantasy, we sell them the
idea that their wife or their mistress is some horny little slut
who wants nothing more than to squeeze herself into some
leather and ride him into the ground. Do you understand?"

"Y..yes."

"Good girl!  Now sell it to me Chrissy, you *are* a horny bitch, you
*are* wet 'n' wild and all you want right now is to fuck this lens
into the ground.  You are beautiful kid!  You know it I know it.
There isn't a man on this planet who wouldn't kill or die for one
night with you.  All you have to do to get any man in the world is to
just point and beckon."  He watched her through the lens as her self
confidence grew.  Her back straightened, her breasts thrust out and a
fire started to burn in those pretty blue eyes.  Suddenly he was very,
very hard.  " You know the one you really want!  He's the one behind
the lens sweetheart, the one looking at the photograph.  Now sell it
to me baby.  That's it!  Sell it with your eyes."

She didn't know why but his words stirred something in her.  Unbidden
one hand had drifted to her crotch and the other to her breast.  From
somewhere she had found her bedroom eyes and her lustful looks seemed
to burn themselves into the lens.  He took a couple of quick shots,
then had her shift her head slightly before he took some more.

"Better," he said, his face flushed.  Sitting as she was she couldn't
help but notice the bulge in his pants.  He cleared his throat, "In
fact a lot better.  Now let's try that standing."

She stood in front of the bed, legs slightly parted with one gloved
hand buried deep in the blonde thatch of her pubic hair while the
other rolled a nipple.

"Right!  Now I want you to look at the lens and project just one
message.  Make those eyes say "Hey bozo!  don't *you* want to do
this?"  Sell it to the lens sweetheart, to the lens.  Remember if it
ain't on the film then in ain't no place understand?"

She must have got it right because the camera flashed out another
three shots.  He seemed excited, like a man who knew he'd struck gold.
All the time he called her sweetheart and told her just how beautiful
she was.  Despite her own self loathing she started to believe him and
gradually things became easier.  Even when he threw her a large penis
shaped vibrator she didn't flinch.

"Ok, your lover is away from home.  You miss him and that hot pussy of
yours really misses him.  Right now you need him so bad but he ain't
around.  So it's down to you an' your little mechanical friend.  Now
here's what I want you to do."

First he'd had her look longingly at the vibrator, telling her need
with her eyes.  Next he made her fellate it, sucking on in like a
lollipop, eyes closed, fingers in pussy, a look of rapture on her
face.  She ran her tongue gently around the tip, framing the action
with her red pouting lips.  Once the vibrator was damp enough he had
her switch it on and insert it.  Christine couldn't masturbate; she
could do the physical part but deep inside she felt dirty and that
robbed her of the pleasure.  Time and again she'd tried
and failed.  This time though there was something different, and
when the tip first touched her clit she let out a deep moan and
arching her back as a wave of pleasure engulfed her.  As the
tingle spread from between her legs it seemed to swallow her
completely.  The little voices of doubt that had kept her weak for
so long were pushed aside by a new voice, one that called her
sweetheart and told her she was beautiful.  Held by the ecstasy
her mind lost it's cohesion and it was all that she could do to
follow his directions.

"Roll your nipple between your fingers," the Voice said and she
obeyed feeling the sensation adding itself to the tingle between
her legs, upping the pleasure to a plateau.  Then the Voice told
her to push the dildo inside she did so without hesitation and was
rewarded as the wave overcame her.  She was screaming out her
orgasm even as the camera flashed.

"Shit baby, that was great!" He finally managed to say.

She smiled, the warm afterglow of the orgasm dying slowly but not
completely.  Deep in her pussy an ache remained, one that had perhaps
lurked there before unnoticed.  Trembling, struck mute by the
intensity of it all, she just lay back and groaned. It had never
been like that before. Never once had she succeeded in
masturbating herself to orgasm, her upbringing had always managed
to get in her way. This time something had been different but she
couldn't decide what. Perhaps it was the clothes, she knew from
the way her body reacted that she liked the touch of the smooth
materials against her nakedness or perhaps it was that she was
following his orders so that the blame and guilt of her actions
was no longer her's? Whatever it was it had produced the most
powerful orgasm of her life and she realized that she
couldn't stop now.

The man too was thinking.  He had seen the look on her face,
the flush that had come over her when she'd put on the fetish wear,
her eagerness to obey his orders, her raw sexuality.  He licked
his dry lips.  Could this girl be a natural submissive?  If so
then she was the girl he'd been searching for all his life.  He
laughed to himself, how ironic it would be to finally find such a
girl here and now!  Yes, God must be laughing his socks off.

He decided he'd try her in bondage, that would soon show how
submissive she was. He glanced towards the office door. Besides he
had other reasons to want her tied up as soon as possible.

"Ok sweetheart, ready to try something new?"

"New?"

"Yeh, we still have a while I figure we'll do one more set."

Sitting up she shrugged, "Ok!"

Smiling he walked over to the wardrobe area and picked out some
clothes.

"Here, put these on."

Christine, looked at the small bundle of cotton with some
disappointment. She had looked over the racks of costumes and had
secretly hoped that he would pick out some of the lacy underwear
or perhaps the vinyl catsuit. However the bundle contained fairly
normal looking clothes. First up was a light cotton dress with a
bright flowery pattern.  Next came the underwear, a light lacy
slip, again fairly conservative, and a pair of thigh highs.  Even
the black court shoes had only a medium heel.  Pouting slightly
she put then on while he fiddled with the camera.

"Ok sweetheart, final set of the day. Do you know what bondage
is?"

She frowned, "No?"

He smiled, "Well first up I don't want you to worry about it, you
trust me don't you Chrissy?"

"Y..yes," she said suddenly worried.

"In simple terms sweetheart, bondage shots are photographs were
the model is tied up.  It's a minority interest amongst our
customers but it pays enough that we do a few shoots every year.
Some girl's like it more that other work, no penetration, no sex
just a little nudity and some rope."

He looked at her wide eyes, did he really see that look of need
there or was it his own wishful thinking?

"Are you ok with that Chrissy?"

She nodded, avoiding his eye.

"Ok, now we're going to play out a short scene."  He caught her
confused look, "It's like playacting, I suggest a story to you and
you react like you would in that situation.  You act it out for
the camera.  Understand?"  She nodded.  "Good, now the story is
this.  You are a young housewife who comes home early to find a
man burgling your apartment.  He overpowers you and ties you to
the bed.  You ok with that?"

"I guess it's ok?" She said nervously.

"Good girl, now wait there."

Going over to the wardrobe area he returned with a bungle of
things. First up was a pair of black leather gloves that he put on
over the latex pair he still wore. Next he pulled on a ski mask and
grinned wickedly.

"Think I'd make `America's Most Wanted?'" he asked, eyes
sparkling.

She laughed and some of the tension broke.

"Okay, lets go!"  he had connected a cable with a small box to the
camera.  Taking the box in one hand he positioned her until she
was standing in front of him with her back turned.  Gently he put
a gloved hand over her mouth.

"Now Chrissy, look panicked for me.  Some weirdo just jumped you
and covered your mouth with his hand.  You're caught, you can't
scream.  Tell it with your eyes sweetheart!  That's good!"  He
pushed the button and the camera flashed.  "And again."  There was
a second flash.

He took two more quick shoots then reached for some rope. He
decided that he needed her out of the way for a while so tying her
to the bed seemed the best option. Quickly he bound her hands in
front of her with the strong cord, then he sat her on the bed and
did the same with her ankles.

He picked up a small sponge ball. "Ok, Chrissy open as wide as you
can."

"What...?" She began.

"I need to gag you, for the shot. I mean the burglar can hardly
leave you able to scream can he?"

She swallowed.  "I suppose not," She whispered and opened her
mouth.  Slowly and gently he pushed the ball between her teeth
completely filling the oral cavity.  Once it was home he reached
for a part used roll of duct tape and tore off a strip.  This
first strip he stuck between her open lips holding the ball deep
in her mouth.  The next two strips he stuck as a cross centered on
her lips.  Then he stuck strip after strip at random covering her
mouth in a thick silver layer from her chin to her nose until the
last of the tape was finished.  He paused to smooth everything
down, cupping his hand tightly over her mouth until the glue
finally set.  She looked at him with wild eyes but somehow managed
to keep her panic in check.  To satisfy her own curiosity she
tried to scream only to find that the gag was very real and very
effective.

"Now lie down on the bed," he ordered.

When she did so he tied her bound wrist to the headboard and her
ankles to the bottom of the bed.  Chrissy suddenly realized that
she was truly helpless, she found herself trembling but to her
surprise she found that it was not with fear but with a strange
feeling of nervous anticipation.  The hunger in her pussy seemed
to grow with her helplessness and she moaned into the gag wishing
that she had some way to tell him.

Smiling Jack looked through the viewfinder at the look of need in
Chrissy's eyes and the way she tried to rub her thighs together.
He squeezed off a shot.  For a girl who claimed not to be sexual
she seemed awfully turned on.  His cock was pressing painfully
against his pants and he would have liked to have fucked her then
and there.  Cursing, he realized he didn't have time, an opinion
reinforced by the loud crash that suddenly came from behind the
closed office door.

"Damned cats!" He said then looked over apologetically, " They
were my wife's... my *ex* wife's. When she left she took half the
money and left me the cats. I suppose she thought it was a
fair trade.  Look, if you'll be ok for a few minutes I'd better
check to make sure they haven't done any damage?"

Unable to speak she nodded, her eyes telling him not to be long.

Smiling he stepped into the office and looked down at the two
helpless women who looked up nervously from the floor. "Well, you
two *have* been naughty," he said loudly so that Chrissy could
hear. Being gagged, the women of course, said nothing. Still
smiling he closed the door.

The large lamp which used to sit on a table next to the couch was
now on the floor in pieces. As Brenda was still on the floor some
distance away the culprit must be Toni.

Smiling he glanced over to where the blonde girl lay.  Toni Jenson
was on the floor next to the couch struggling to sit upright.  Her
pretty mouth was still chewing ineffectively on the large ball gag
that managed to keep her very quiet.  Helpless, she trembled at
his approach looking up from the floor and begging silently with
her eyes.

He smiled and shook his head, "Toni, Toni, Toni, I go to all the
trouble of leaving you nice and comfortable on the couch and this
is how you repay me?"

"Umphhh," Toni moaned shaking her head. Bending over he checked
that the bonds were still firm before lifting her back onto the
couch.  As he rolled her onto her stomach she slid down slightly,
pushing the skirt up and revealing her patterned stocking tops.
Gently he caressed the inside of her thigh, listening to the
moans and complaints.

"Don't worry Toni, I'll make sure I do something about that itch
of yours before I leave." The woman trembled. Reaching down he
pulled some more cord from his pocket and tied the handcuffs to
the leg irons effectively hogtying the woman. Satisfied that Toni
wouldn't be any more trouble he turned his attention to Brenda.

The auburn haird girl had had it rough. Jack didn't know how
long she's been tied before he got here but by now she'd been tied
in the same stringent position for several hours and was
obviously suffering.  Despite this she had wiggled her way towards
the office door.  Though her gag kept her from being
heard outside she could obviously hear everything that
was happening in the other room.  Realizing that she wouldn't make
it to the door in time to warn Chrissy, she'd paused by the side
of a chair. There she had attempt to work the tape from her gagged
mouth by rubbing it against the corner of a chair leg.  She'd done
fairly well, managing to scrape the white tape off of one cheek
revealing the packing that filled her mouth.  Another few minutes
and she'd have been able to spit the packing out.  The man looked
up at the curtained window.  Just outside shoppers were
still chatting and going about their business, the man shivered,
if Toni hadn't knocked over the lamp as she fell he could have
been in real trouble.

Reaching down he pressed the tape back into place.  "Trying to
warn Chrissy, Brenda?"  He asked.  The girl's eyes widened and she
grunted something behind the gag.  "I'm afraid you're a little
late, Chrissy's a little tied up at the moment."

Brenda groaned, she had spent most of the last hour trying to
attract Chrissy' attention, now it seemed that all hope of rescue
was gone.

Leaving the girl to her private agony the man looked around. There
was a nice, full roll of white tape on the desk. Smiling he
reached over and grabbed it then bent over the helpless girl.

"Sorry Brenda, but I can't risk you working that gag free, I'm
sure you understand?"

Brenda gave a muffled scream and shook her head violently but it
did no good. In a few moments a thick layer of new tape had been
applied and she was silenced once more. Stepping back the man
looked her over. The tight cords and the sexy nurse costume looked
far from comfortable.  Looking around he noticed Brenda's clothes
draped over the back of a chair.

"Bren, There is only so much I can do for you and even that is
limited if you continue to fight me. If you promise to cooperate
then I'll see if I can make you more comfortable before I leave
ok?"

The girl closed her eyes, then nodded.

"Ok, but for now you're going to have to spend some time
hogtied..."

A muffled squeal emerged from behind Brenda's gag and the girl
vigorously shook her head.

"It's your own fault. If I thought I could trust you..."

"Ummmppphh," The woman said, nodding.

"Well ok," he said.  Reaching down he picked her up sat her back
on the wooden chest.  Pausing he looked around.  She was a long
way from the office door and from the window.  Satisfied, he knelt
by her side so that he could look into her terrified brown eyes.

"If you're a good girl, and are still sitting here when I next
check on you, then I'll see what I can do to leave you
comfortable.  Otherwise you buy yourself a couple of hours
hogtied. Understand?"

Brenda nodded.

"Good, now I have to get back to Chrissy. I'll check on you
again before I leave." Standing he walked back to the door
pausing to tighten Toni's gag on the way. The blonde
grunted in protest but there was nothing she could do. When he
finally reached the door he couldn't resist turning back. For a
second he just stood and smiled, watching his helpless captives as
they tried to wiggle into a more comfortable position. Finally he
laughed, "Don't go away ladies, I'll be right back!"

################

Christine lay back on the bed and tried to analyze her feelings.
For some reason the warm glow from her pussy continued despite the
lack of stimulation. When he hadn't reappeared after several
minutes she started to struggle and had then realized just how
helpless she really was. This wasn't a kid's cops and robbers
game, the ropes really did hold her captive and the gag cruelly
silenced her. If for some reason he didn't come back.......

The suddenly the door opened and he stepped out all smiles.

"Sorry, but they left quite a mess."

"Ummpphh" She said rubbing her taped mouth against her shoulder.

"Ok I'll cut you free but I want to continue this set before you
leave understand?"

She nodded.

Smiling he reached over and cut the cords.

###########################################

Christine felt a little better. Tony had given her a few minutes
to "freshen up" while he changed film. While she was in the john
she had tried unsuccessfully to finger herself again.  The
stimulation had made her hotter but she hadn't cum again. Horny
and frustrated she had returned to find him tying cords to the
corners of the bed. Sitting in the middle of the bed was a strange
object with an electrical cable running from it. Curious, she
picked it up. The device was black about two feet long with the
power cord at one end and a large mushroom shaped head at the
other.

"Tony? What is this?" She asked.

"A surprise, one I'm sure you'll like." He said taking it from
her.

She looked down at the bed. "What's this?"

"Final scene. The burglar ties the helpless housewife to the bed
so that he can have his wicked way with her."

Chrissy shivered with excitement.

The man held up the sponge ball again. "Open wide."

This time she needed no further prompting letting him push the
ball home then seal her lips closed with strip after strip of the
white tape. Finally he smoothed the tape down the had her strip
off the dress leaving only the lacy slip.
Then he tied the girl spread eagle, face down on the bed. Out of
habit she struggled but found herself firmly bound. Somehow that
knowledge was transmitted to her damp cunt because the tingle
upped it's intensity once more. If she'd been ungagged at that
moment she would have begged him to fuck her. As it was she could
only moan but he seemed to understand anyway.

Smiling he picked up the mysterious device and tied a rope around
it just bellow the bulbous head. Gently he passed the rope beneath
her bound body until the other end had reached the headboard.
Gently he placed the device between her outstretched legs pushing
the head up until it pressed against the base of her mound. Then he
took up the slack in the cord until the device was firmly wedged
between her thighs. Then he tied the rope off.

Bending down he whispered in her ear, "I have something I have to
take care of in the office little one, this will keep things
cooking until I can deal with you personally."

Reaching down he pressed a switch and the whole head of the device
started to vibrate at a low frequency. The machine was slower that
the vibrator she had used earlier but the vibrations were much
more powerful. A tidal wave of pleasure washed from her hungry
cunt up her body to her erect, sensitive nipples.  From somewhere
in her pleasure drugged mind a thought appeared that wondered
what her father would think if he could see her half naked, bound
and gagged to a bed being pleasured by a giant vibrator.

It was then that she realized that she didn't give a fuck.

########################################

Smiling the man reentered the office and went straight to
the footlocker to search Toni's collection.  The women hadn't
moved, though in Toni's case it hadn't been for lack of trying.
The woman's skirt had slid up even further revealing her naked,
shaved pussy.  The man smiled as he pulled her upright, the lack
of panties should make things a little easier.  He cut the hog tie
and she groaned with relief.  Not giving her time to recover he
picked up the struggling woman and carried her the short distance
to the wall safe.  Gently he put her on her feet then started to
unlock her cuffs.

"I'm sure you can figure out what I want you to do Toni. Don't
bother to fight we both know the outcome and we both know you
don't have time to remove the gag. If you behave I'll go easy on
you."

The woman rubbed her bruised wrists but made no attempt to open
the safe.

"What are you waiting for?"

She shook her head defiantly.

"I see. I guessed that would be your reaction so I thought I'd
bring a little inducement." Quickly he recuffed her hands then
reached into his pocket. The nipple clamp was a small crocodile
clip which had a small weight fastened to it by a short length of
chain.

"You know Toni, you have the damnedest things in your toy box."

The woman's eyes widened.

"Having second thoughts?"

The woman shook her head and in a show of bravado thrust her
chest forwards, eyes blazing defiantly.

Smiling he pulled up her skirt.

"Ummppphh!" Toni cried, eyes wide.

"You didn't think I'd use this on your nipples did you?" The man
asked amused.

"Ummppphhh!!" Toni's eyes were wild.

"Reconsidered?"

She nodded eagerly.

He unfastened her wrists again and immediately Toni's hand's flew
to the combination dial. The man settled back as she worked, he'd
felt sure that the clip would convince her, Toni was a Domme more
used to inflicting pain than taking it. Still her sudden change of
heart seemed a little suspicious. When she wrenched up the locking
handle so eagerly he knew there was something wrong.  Quick as a
flash he reached forward and held the safe door closed.  Toni
fought, harder than she had before, trying to get the door open.
Grabbing her wrists he wrenched them viscously backwards cuffing
them behind her.

Slowly he opened the safe. Inside was some money, a
number of large transparency boxes and a gun.

"Naughty girl! I guess this means we're not friends anymore," He
said with mock regret. He forced her down, reapplied the elbow
cuffs and hog tie then fastened a padded leather blindfold over her
eyes. He glanced in Brenda's direction.

"Now Brenda's been a good girl. I think it only fair to reward her
don't you?"

#############################################

Brenda struggled slightly trying to find a more comfortable
position. After a few choice threats her captor had finally
untied her and let her replace the nurse costume with her usual
blouse and skirt.  Then he'd tied her wrists and ankles again this
time more gently. Then he'd tied her loosely to a chair and
applied a blindfold.  Her position was still far from
comfortable, especially as her captor had insisted that he tie her
blouse open to expose her bra and pendulous breasts.  He had
rewarded himself with a quick grope before noisily emptying the
safe.  Brenda moaned and struggled wondering what would happen
next.

Unseen by his captives the man examined the negatives from the
transparency boxes by the light of the desk lamp.  It took him
some time to find the negatives he needed, still longer to confirm
that they were all there and that these were the originals.  It
was nearly time to leave but first he had a promise to keep.

Toni groaned when he pushed the vibrator home, the man suspected
that she was still dry but continued anyway, after all this wasn't
a reward. The little device was one of the newest from Toni's toy
collection, a little gem that turned on and off and varied speed
at random. The woman complained but he ignored her turning the
device on and then sealing it in place with a swatch of the white
tape. Then just to make sure things stayed put he strapped her
knees together.

"Bye Toni, it's been fun."

The woman moaned in frustration her ass already wiggling in an
attempt to up the stimulation. He smiled at a job well done.

Pausing to check that Brenda was still secure he headed back into
the studio.

The smell of hot pussy hit him the moment he walked through the
door. Chrissy lay on the bed wiggling in an attempt to get more
stimulation from the vibrator.  For a second he watched her then
slowly walked over to the bed.

She heard him coming thrusting her ass up in open invitation. He
just smiled and sat beside her pausing to stroke her body with his
gloved hand. Chrissy moaned and closed her eyes, his touch came at
random, finding each aching part of her body with a precise rhythm,
fanning the fire between her legs. By the time he had finished she
was begging behind the gag, sobbing with frustration. When he cut
her free and cuffed her hands behind her she almost wept with joy.
Smiling he removed the Ski-mask and slid down between her open
legs, letting his tongue slide though her blonde bush, teasing
her clit, sending electric sparks of pleasure though her cunt and
into her nipples.  By now she was extremely juicy and ready.
Pushing her feet against the bed she thrust her mound up into his
face and he finally got the message.

Reaching into his wallet he pulled out a Trojan and slid it onto
his erect cock. On the bed Christina shivered with anticipation
and desire. Then suddenly he thrust in, filling her completely and
pushing her over the edge.  He only managed three thrusts before
the girl started to cum, her pussy squeezing his cock like a
velvet vice, pumping hard, dragging him towards his own orgasm.
He thrust again and her pussy spasmed, forcing him over the edge in
seconds then milking his cock for every ounce of cum.

He collapsed, onto the bed gasping, knowing then and there that
this was the one and cursing his luck. Still he had her address,
perhaps when all this had blown over he could explain?

But he knew it wasn't to be.

#########################################

It took a while for them to recover, then they took turns at the
bathroom. Being a gentleman he let her go first while he found her
some clothes to wear home. In the end a pink sweater and
black miniskirt  seemed the best compromise from the things
available in Toni's wardrobe.

Still Christine was grateful. The outfit was still a little
provocative compared to what she normally wore but it was better
than the clothes she'd borrowed from Samantha.  While she waited
for him to come back from the john she checked out her new look in
the mirror.  She found she liked it, perhaps she would buy
something similar herself, after all she was now a very different
woman from the nervous almost-virgin she'd been yesterday.

It was then she heard the sound from behind the office door. It
sounded like a muffled mewing and she immediately remembered the
cats. Perhaps she could pet one while she was waiting?

Brenda heard the door open then a muffled gasp. Turning her
blindfolded face towards the source of the sound she gave a
muffled scream into the tape.

"B...Bren? Is that you?"

Oh God, Christine!

Brenda screamed telling Chrissy to run, hide, fetch help, but all
that came out was a muffled moan. Suddenly there was another
muffled sound as Toni joined in. Then suddenly there was a scream
cut short.

The man clamped his hand over Chrissy's mouth pulling the
struggling girl back towards the bed. For the first time Chrissy
fought but it did no good. In minutes a knotted scarf had been
pulled between her teeth and strong cords used to hog tie her.  She
was dumped unceremoniously on the bed while her captor busied
himself with final preparations.  While he was gone she struggled
in ernest but found there was no give.  She was terrified yet
strangely the familiar tingle started in her sopping pussy.  Alone
and helpless Chrissy moaned in frustration.

The man dumped the contents of the transparency boxes on the desk.
He had taken five complete boxes and parts of three others in
order to cover his tracks. He was sure the police would be
interested in the rest.  Taking a spare scarf he tied some knots
in the middle then pulled on the ski mask. Gently he peeled the
tape from Brenda's mouth.

shivering Brenda spit out the sodden packing. "P..please." Bren
started.

"Sush. Here drink." He placed a glass of water to her lips.
Greedily the girl drank it all.

"Listen Brenda," He whispered, "I'm going to leave now and I'm
taking Chrissy with me. In an hour I'm going to call the police
and tell them you're here. Listen, you're a nice kid so I'll give
you a break. I've seen the stuff Toni keeps in her safe, when the
police find them they'll be far from pleased."

He paused.  "Brenda, I have your photos, the original negatives,
the full deal.  Now if you play ball with me on this they go into
the furnace the moment I get home.  Before I leave I'll loosen the
ropes.  Now, if you get free before the time I tell you and if the
police catch me with those negatives well, I can't think of any
way of avoiding your sister finding out.  Can you?"

The girl shook her head.

"Good so we have an understanding. The police should be here in
about an hour or so.  If you have any sense you'll come clean on
what goes on here.  You've not done anything illegal posing for a
few girlie pics.  If I were you I'd want to distance myself from
Toni as quickly as possible, understand?"

"Yes,."

"One last thing, I'm taking Chrissy with me so no one will find
her here. I think it's best that no one knows why she came here.
If you are really her friend then tell the police that you invited
her over to watch a fashion shoot, that you had no idea what Toni
had in mind. If the police ask, there were no pictures taken of
Chrissy, I grabbed her because she stumbled in here when I was
about to leave. Ok?"

"You won't hurt her?"

Jack shook his head, "I'll turn her loose the moment I get clear.
If you are her friend then you won't want people to know that she
was about to model for Toni, especially as most of Toni's models
are now Pro's."

The girl flushed red, "No I suppose not, I'll do as you say."

"Good girl."  He said and forced the knot into Brenda's mouth
tying the ends of the scarf behind her head and effectively
gagging her.

Bending over he removed the blindfold then pointed to
the clock on the wall.

"You should be rescued in about an hour and a half.  If nothing
has happened by then make your own arrangements.  I've loosened
the ropes tying you to the chair, you should be able to slip out
of them.  Then head for the couch.  The bits of pottery from the
broken lamp should be quite sharp you should be able to use one to
cut yourself free.  I'm sorry but that's the best I can do, if
Joshua Metcalfe gets here before the police it could be bad for
you if he finds you're not really tied, understand?"

Brenda nodded.

Smiling Jack stroked her cheek and left.

Reentering the room he did a final check.  He had the negatives
and the film from the camera, the used condom was wrapped in
toilet paper in his pocket.  The pictures and money he'd stolen
were in his pack.  Smiling he wrapped Chrissy in the sheet from
the bed and slung her over his shoulder.  Chrissy struggled of
course but she wasn't able to stop him from taking her outside and
stuffing her in the trunk of his car.  Closing the lid he went
inside for another look around.  It was then that he realized that
he might as well raid Toni's clothes and bonds collection.  After
all with luck she wouldn't have any more use for them.

##############################################

"Double room please."

The old man looked up, "Eh?"

"I asked for a double room?"

"Sure," the old man said, "I don't blame you kid, I wouldn't want
to drive anywhere in this weather either."

The both looked out of the office window at the torrential rain
outside.

"Haven't seen anything like it in fifty years, " the old man said
handing Jack a key, "they say it's that El Nino feller whoever
he is?"

"Yeh," Jack said nodding, "that was one hundred right?"

"Yep."

The old man took the two fifties. "Cabin fifteen at the end
there!"

"Great," Jack said with a smile, "Anyway have a good night.
Bye."

"Bye young feller."

The old man walked over to the window and watched the rain pour
down.  Off in the distance he could see the young feller helping
his lady friend out of their car.  He peered closer, it was
difficult to make out through the rain but the old man could just
see the young woman's tightly buttoned long coat, her high
heels and the large hat.  He nodded, least the girl had the sense
to wrap up properly.  He watched as the two made their way towards
the cabin noticing how the man put his arm around the girl
steadying her, directing her, hell almost dragging her towards the
cabin.

Smiling the old man walked back to the desk. Call him an old fuddy
duddy but he still liked to see young love in bloom.

###############################################

Inside the cabin Jack removed his wet coat then turned his
attention to Chrissy. She was wrapped up well, a long leather
trench coat was tightly buttoned from neck to navel covering her
whole body. Above this a
muffler was wrapped around her lower face, then came her wide,
wild eyes and finally a large hat.

He started with the hat which he took off and threw on a chair.
Next he unwound the muffler and pulled it free. Underneath Chrissy
was gagged with strip after strip of thin blue tape stuck firmly
over her mouth.  She watched in silence, eyes as wide as saucers
as he unbuttoned the coat. Her arms were inside, the coat sleeves
tucked into the pockets so she wouldn't look odd. Once the coat
was unbuttoned it was easy to see why.  More blue tape bound her
arms together from wrist to elbow. A band of tape had been
used like a belt strapping her bound arms to her body at the
waist, another similar band went around her body just bellow her
breasts pinning her upper arms to her torso. She struggled
slightly, the pressure on her arms pulling the pink sweater down
over her shoulder and revealing her bra strap.

"Umphhh" she demanded, but the thin plastic tape has been the
pride of Toni's collection, though thin it was very strong and
very well pasted. In frustration she kicked out with her feet
catching him on the shins before turning and sprinting for the
cabin door.

Jack caught her immediately, running in heels was never easy, and
to discourage further mischief he threw her to the bed and used
more of the blue tape to bind her ankles, then her knees and
finally her thighs.  The miniskirt had rode up showing off her
stocking tops garters and the smooth silkiness of her upper
thighs.  Unable to resist Jack stroked the inside of her thigh
listening to the moans of resentful pleasure that came from
behind the gag.

She looked up at him eyes wide and accusing.

"Hey, it's your own fault, if you hadn't tried to escape back at
the rest stop then you'd have been free by now.

Her eyes softened, begging, she rubbed her taped mouth against her
shoulder.

"Ummpphh?"

"Not yet," he told her, "first I need to explain things and I
don't want any interruptions."

He sat her on the bed with her back against the headboard and
placed a pillow behind her.

"Comfortable?"

She shrugged, in the last few hours she'd discovered that
comfortable was a relative term.

"I'll take that as yes." He reached into his pocket and took out
his wallet.

"My name is Jack Rains. Look he's my drivers license?"

Christine lent forward to look. It was a California license with
her kidnapper's picture on it all right.  The name was Jack Rains
and the address was in San Francisco.  Why was he showing it to
her?  She felt a shiver run though her, now she knew who he was he
couldn't let her go.  She started to tremble.

This wasn't the effect Jack was looking for.

"Hey, Chrissy? You ok? Look stay with me girl 'cos this is really
important. Ok?"

For some reason she found herself nodding. The last few hours
since she'd walked in on Brenda had been a nightmare, she'd spent
most of it bound and gagged in the man's trunk. Then when he'd
stopped at a deserted rest stop to make a telephone call and to
give her water she'd seen her chance, screaming like crazy the
moment he'd removed the gag. Afterwards he'd taken the time to tie
like this and dress her so that no one would realize she was
helpless.  Then they had driven for a while before he brought her
here.

Yet strangely he didn't seem to want to do her any harm. Once the
initial terror had receded a little she had noticed the little
things he'd done to try and make her imprisonment more
comfortable. Strangely, she almost felt like she owed him a
chance. She decided to hear him out.

"Ok, this card shows that I am a licensed private investigator in
the states of California, Nevada and New Mexico. I am also a
charter member of the NOPI; that's the National Order of Private
Investigators. I was three years with the Boston police, five in
the Houston field office of the FBI. So yes I am fully aware that
kidnapping is a Federal offense."

He licked his lips. "These days I have my own business in San
Francisco. I moved there because northern California is more
tolerant of my lifestyle choice. I don't know if you understand
these terms but I'm what's called a lifestyle dominant.  That
means that I choose to live the BDSM lifestyle 24/7.  It also
means that I'm one of the few kink friendly PI's you can find in
this country.  If you have a problem related to your sex life or
lifestyle I'm not going to judge you on it.  Understand?"

To be honest she didn't but she nodded anyway.

"Ok. First up Toni Jenson is a woman. Don't know if you got chance
to see her before I grabbed you but she was tied up in the room
with Brenda."

Chrissy shook her head.

"Well she was there and she's a total bitch. She runs the photo
studio as a cover for her porno work then uses the porno work as
cover for her real business. She is partners with a man called
Joshua Metcalfe, he owns a little place up in the hills called the
Metcalfe mansion, it's quiet, secluded and that isn't by accident.
Every few weeks they hold a party, a sex party, admission  five
thousand dollars a head and believe me Joshua never has a problem
finding guests.  You see Joshua can offer something no one else
can.  He offers no limits, you can take one of his girls and do
whatever you want, even kill her, for a price."

Christine's eyes widened.

"That's right sweetheart, that was where you were going tonight.
Don't worry I doubt they would have killed you. They leave that
for runaways they pick up off the street and for girls that cross
them in some way.  My guess is that they'd do to you what they did
to your friends Brenda and Samantha.  You see as lucrative as the
parties are they only run once in a while.  In recent years Joshua
has branched out into a new business running an exclusive type of
escort agency.  The rules are pretty much the same, you can do
almost anything you like to the girl without actually maiming or
killing her.  Joshua keeps the girls in line through blackmail,
really nasty blackmail, and that's where Toni comes in. She
recruits a model and then they take their time getting to know her,
pushing her limits making her do lots of things she wouldn't
normally do. All the time they're looking for a weakness,
something they can use against the girl to keep her in line. If
she isn't dumb enough to set her self up they do it for her, then
they make clear the price of their silence.  Once they have
their hooks in a girl it gets steadily worse, the only way she can
buy her freedom is to introduce fresh blood in to the ring.
They are encouraged to find young, attractive, vulnerable girls
and befriend them.  Then they take them to parties, nightclubs and
show them an extravagant lifestyle.  Then when the girl wants some
for herself they introduce her to Toni.  Get ten new recruits and
the organization cuts you free.  They keep the stuff they
blackmail you with of course, just to make sure you don't turn
them in."

Christine's eyes widened. Now it made sense, no wonder Samantha
had been doing nude modeling, no wonder she had pushed Chrissy so
hard to go to Jenson's. Chrissy swallowed, she had been part of
Sam's quota, one more body closer to her freedom.

Jack watched her reaction, "Ah, I see that you understand. Good.
My client is one of the women currently being blackmailed by Toni,
she was scared of course but unlike the rest she wasn't completely
without street smarts. She realized that if we could steal the
blackmail goods we could free a lot of the girls. I broke in there
today with the intention of stealing the evidence. I had expected
to have the place to myself because Toni usually spends the full
day of a party up at the Metcalfe mansion. Instead I found her
torturing Brenda."

He paused, "Brenda didn't want to go along with what they had
planned for you, so they punished her for it.  I think that girl
is really your friend, she was trying to warn you off you know;
she just couldn't come out and say it for fear they'd find out.
Toni was going crazy and whipping poor Brenda.  I grabbed Toni but
realized that if I let Brenda go the organization might think she
was in on it with me.  That was why I kept her tied up.  When you
arrived I was terrified that you'd try and find Brenda at the
mansion and tip Metcalfe off that something was wrong.  I was going
to take some pics then tell you the party was off and send you
home but well, you sort of stumbled in.  I'm afraid I couldn't
leave you there.  If the police found you then you'd have had to
face the publicity and I figured you wouldn't like that.  Had
Metcalfe arrived first....  Well, lets not dwell on that."

Jack stood up and scratched his head looking down at Christine as
she sat expectantly , "Can I ungag you?"

Her eyes widened, he was asking her?

"What I mean is, *if* I remove the gag will you promise not to
scream, at least until I've finished."

She nodded and gently Jack removed the tape from her mouth.

"Water."

"Here," He said raising the glass to her mouth.

She struggled, tugging at the tape. "Can you untie me now?"

"Not yet, I have something I need to ask first." He paused,
"First up do you believe me? I mean about Metcalfe and all."

She wrinkled her nose, "Well it does seem a little far fetched."

"I have something to show you.  Like I said Brenda seems like a
true friend, she risked quite a lot trying to warn you.  With
these people you don't have to cross them much to find yourself
added to snuff list at one of those parties.  Here, I don't think
she'd mind."

He held the transparency up to the light. It was large, 4.5 inches
by 6 inches the format preferred by studio photographers.

The men in the photo were unrecognizable, just pricks one filling
each of the girl's available holes.  However the girl was
definitely Brenda, her face frozen in a disturbing mixture of
disgust and fear.

"This is what happens at one of Metcalfe's parties."

Chrissy's eyes widened. "They were blackmailing her with this?"

Jack shook his head, "No, this was just a shot for their records,
possibly one they showed to clients of their escort agency. What
they did to blackmail Brenda was horrible."

He looked down at Chrissy. "First up I want to tell you that
Brenda never did any of this stuff willingly. They can make anyone
appear to be doing anything in these kinds of pictures. They can
torture you to cooperate, reject pictures that don't show what
they want. What I'm about to show you was done against Brenda's
will despite how it might look."

He held up another transparency.

This one showed a girl, perhaps only thirteen or fourteen bound
spread eagle to a bench. Her head was thrown back, hair stuck to
her skull by the sweat. Her mouth was wrapped around a ballgag and
the girl's face was contorted by pain, but for the gag she would
have been screaming. The cause of this suffering was Brenda, the
older woman was leaning over the teen fucking her hard with a
strap on dildo, a crazed lustful look in her eye.

"One night Brenda confided
in my client, needed the moral support I suppose. My client told
me the whole story thinking we could recruit her to help with the
robbery.  I thought about it but the girl seemed almost broken in
the end I wasn't sure I could trust her."

He pointed at the picture.

"The teenager is Brenda's niece, she came to stay with Bren and
Sam for a few weeks last summer.  Apparently Toni got Samantha to
drug the girl with one of those date rape pills.  You know, the
ones that keep the victim awake but woozy.  They grabbed Brenda
when she came home, made it clear that if she didn't cooperate she
and the niece would be offered as expendable at the next party.
They made her do this while they took photo's, afterwards they let
them both go.  Fortunately for the girl these pills leave the
victim with no memory, Bren managed to persuade her she was sick,
kept her in bed a few days then sent her back to her mother."

Christine looked on horrified. "Poor Brenda, oh my God!"

He looked down, "So is it so far fetched now?"

"No," she said quietly.

"Good. These people are not messing about. They have no problem
with killing anyone who gets in their way."

He looked down at her, "Listen kid, in a few minutes I'm
going to gag you again and then leave."

She started to say something but he held up his hand.

"Believe me it's for your own protection. Hopefully Toni has been
arrested by now but the police will have to move fast to collar
Joshua.  He'll be mad all right and itching for revenge.  If he
thought for one minute that he could use you to find me then your
life wouldn't be worth spit.  I'm going to leave you here then tip
off the police, I'd be grateful if you didn't tell them who I am,
perhaps be confused about my physical description. I already told
Brenda to say that you came only to watch a fashion shoot and that
I overpowered you when you arrived. There will be no suggestion
that you were involved in this in any way other than as Brenda's
friend. If you stick to that story things will be fine."

"Ok," she said, "but you could have made this simpler by not
telling me who you were?"

He smiled, "Chrissy, I noticed the way you reacted during the
shoot. How turned on you were by the bondage and being helpless,
the way you loved the leather and the plastic. Like I told you I
am a lifestyle dominant." He looked down, "A lifestyle dominant
who is currently without a submissive partner. I was wondering if
you where interested in becoming my slave."

"Slave?"

"Submissive, sub, call it what you will, I am offering to take you
as my lover, to train you, care for you and make you my own."

"My school?"

He smiled, "I have several good friends at Berkeley, I'm sure you
could transfer your credits. Live with me as my loving slave and
you won't need to worry about money while you study and I can
teach you things about yourself you wouldn't believe."

Suddenly her mouth was dry again, "Do I have to decide now?"

He reached into his pocket and pulled out the model release she'd
signed.

"Is the address and phone number on this real?"

"Y..yes I didn't think to make one up."\
"Then I will send you something in a month from now. If the answer
is no send it back to sender. If the answer is yes, you'll find
instructions inside."

Reaching into her coat pocket he pulled out the scarf he's used to
gag her with earlier.

"Now, open up little one, there's a good slave."

When he said it in such a gentle way the word "slave" made her
tingle. Heaving a big sigh she opened up and let him push the
knot back into her mouth. Quickly he knotted the scarf behind
her head.

Chrissy didn't know what she would choose to
do. The idea of being this man's slave was both erotic and scary.
Still it looked like she had some time with nothing else to do
but think about it.

Jack smiled down at her confused face. She was obviously thinking
about his offer. He looked down at her erect nipples clearly
visible even through bra and sweater, noticed the damp little
stain at the front of her panties. He wondered in passing how long
it would be before her mind found the answer her body already
knew.

Smiling he pulled on his coat and left.


#############

Christine signed for the box and took it inside. It seemed
surprisingly large and surprisingly light. As he'd promised it had
arrived one month to the day that he'd left her bound and gagged
in the motel room.

The police had rescued her, asked her some questions, to which she
provided  vague answers, and then let her go. Their current
theory was that a sneak thief had accidentally stumbled upon Toni
Jenson's pornography and prostitution ring while robbing the place
of valuables.

Brenda and Sam were now under witness protection, Toni was in
jail. As Jack had predicted Metcalfe had disappeared, some said to
Mexico. Christine had been relieved to find that her story
matched Brenda's and that there was no suggestion that she was
involved in Toni's business.  Still, the story of a pretty girl,
bound and gagged by a desperate fugitive sold newspapers and the
money she had made by selling her story would ensure that she
could finish her studies without financial worries.

Slowly she cut the package open with a knife. Inside there were a
number of items which she put to one side and a small envelope
with her name on it. Inside the envelope was a card showing a
simple black and white graphic of a naked, blindfolded woman
looking up at the viewer. Her butterfly lips were pursed in a
small smile, the whole image telling the story of joyful
submission. Above it in a cursive font were the words "Be my
slave?" in a strange parody of a valentine's card. Glancing inside
she saw a telephone number.

Now it was time to get ready. Quickly she showered, powdered and
perfumed her body, Then she carefully trimmed the thick bush of
her pubic hair. For a second she considered shaving it off but
decided that decision should be her new master's.

Next she dressed in what he'd sent her, four cuffs one for each
wrist and ankle, a black leather collar that fastened tightly
about her throat and a simple pair of black heels with a four inch
heel. Otherwise naked she walked through the apartment until she
reached the bedroom then lying on the bed she dialed the number on
the card.

The call was answered immediately.

"Yes?" the familiar voice asked.

She licked her dry lips, "The answer is yes.......Master." She
let the last word purr out as her hand played gently with her
erect nipples.

"I'll be right over," He said, "Prepare yourself for me."

Smiling she put down the phone then let one hand cup a breast while
the other found it's way to her hungry cunt. Prepare yourself he
had said. Slowly Chrissy fingered herself, this was the first
order from her new master after all. She wondered what he'd make
her do next.

A thrill ran through her making her nipples even harder and
causing her pussy to juice.

It was going to be fun finding out.

The End


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