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.

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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.

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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.

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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."

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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.

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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