Chapter One
Fiona Green first began to suspect something was wrong
when, without warning, Jake turned off the road heading west out of
Woolsdean. It was getting dark by then
and the headlights of his lovingly restored Classic Ford Capri illuminated the
hedgerows and overhanging branches of a narrow winding lane.
‘Where are we going?’ Fiona asked.
Jake had been driving her to stay at
his friend’s place in Bristol where a week of parties, clubbing and music were
planned.
‘I’ve got to see somebody about some
business first,’ Jake growled, staring fixedly ahead. ‘It’ll just take ten minutes…’
When she heard that tone in his voice,
Fiona had learned not to argue with him.
So she sat there silently, wondering what this meeting was about.
After a minute, Jake turned off the
lane and the car bumped along an unpaved track until they came to a small
clearing in the trees. There was another
car waiting there with its headlights dipped, illuminating a patch of rough
grass in front of it. Jake pulled up
facing the other vehicle with a car length between them. Then he turned off the engine leaving his
headlights also on dipped, illuminating the same patch of ground.
Fiona felt a thrill of
anticipation. Who was Jake meeting in a
place like this?
‘Sit still until I tell you,’ Jake
told her, opening his door.
Curious, she watched as Jake got out
and stepped into the pool of light between the cars. Two figures got out of the other car and
stood on either side of its hood just behind its headlights. With the glare of the Capri’s headlights
focused on the ground between the cars she could not see their features
properly, only that they seemed to be wearing long coats with hats pulled well
down, which were more than the mild evening required. The taller one glanced at the Capri and said
gruffly: ‘Is that the subject?’
‘Yep,’ Jake replied. ‘Is it still like we agreed? Payment on delivery? And you can do it in a week?’
‘We can,’ said the other shorter one
in a softer voice that might have belonged to a woman.
What were they talking about?
Jake turned to look at Fiona and
snapped his fingers. ‘Get out and come
over here, Fee,’ he said.
As always his arrogant manner and that
casual snap of his fingers both upset and excited Fiona. Confused, she climbed out of the car and came
over to him, stepping into the double glare of the headlights.
Jake took her by the arm and faced her
to towards the shadowy figures. ‘You
see, just like I showed you in the pictures.’
The two figures seem to be peering at
her closely.
Fiona shivered, feeling a sudden
thrill of fear. ‘W… what’s going on
Jake? Who are these people?’
‘Just be quiet!’ he told her.
The smaller one said: ‘I can see you
have problems with her behaviour.’
She realized there was something
strange about what she could see of their faces, which seemed oddly dead except
for the sparkle of their eyes. Their
lips didn’t move properly as they spoke.
Were they wearing tight fitting flesh-tinted masks? She felt a fresh shiver of excitement.
‘Perhaps we should see how subservient
she is at the moment,’ the man said.
‘Order her to undress…’
Fiona could not believe her ears. Jake pushed her forward into the full glare
of the headlights between the two cars.
‘Take your clothes off,’ he commanded.
‘W… what do you mean? What’s happening’ she looked round at him
disbelief. Was this a bad joke?
‘You said you loved me. You said you’d do anything for me. Well this is it, right? Do this or we’re through!’
She blinked at him, shocked, hardly
able to believe her ears. He expected
her to undress in front of two strangers in the middle of a wood?
‘I thought you said she was already
quite obedient,’ the woman said.
‘Does she need some encouragement?’
the man asked.
‘Looks like she does,’ Jake admitted.
The pair pulled stubby rods with
chunky handles and twin-pronged tips from beneath their coats. Before Fiona realized what they were and
could react, they stepped forward and jabbed them into her bare thighs exposed
by her brief summer dress.
She screamed as the cattle prods
stabbed her with their electric needles which felt like hammer blows. Her legs gave way and she dropped to her
hands and knees twitching helplessly.
‘Jake!’ she begged, reaching out to
him imploringly. But he just stood
watching in silence with his fists clenched.
The sinister figures stood over
her. ‘Take your clothes off or we’ll do
it again,’ the larger one warned her.
Shakily she got to her feet looking
about for some means of escape. But she
was trapped in the brightly lit space between the two figures on either side of
her and the fronts of the cars. They
held up their cattle prods again.
She looked at Jake who said gruffly:
‘Do it! Do what they tell you… for me!’
Confused, sobbing and terrified, with
her eyes filling with tears, feeling as if she had slipped into some twisted
dream, Fiona began to take off her clothes.
It didn’t take long for her to strip off her thin dress, tights, shoes
and skimpy underwear. Then she stood shivering
naked before them fighting back her tears as she clasped her hands protectively
over her breasts and pubes.
‘Stand with your legs wide and hands
behind your head,’ the man commanded.
‘Do it properly…’
Trembling Fiona obeyed: clasping her
hands behind her head and spreading her legs wide so that they could see every
part of her.
Fiona was nineteen and had a slim
35C-23-35 figure, shoulder length auburn hair, a pixie bright mischievous face
and amber eyes. Her pretty, well
proportioned breasts with their neat slightly oval nipples sat high on her
slender chest, emphasising her tight waist.
She had lithe legs and pale soft bottom cheeks and a thin triangle of
fluffy ginger curls capped the mound of her otherwise naked pink pussy
cleft.
All this the mystery couple took in as
they surveyed her in the glare of the car headlights.
Under their gaze Fiona felt sickening
fear but also a perverse tingle of arousal. If this really was important to
Jake then maybe it was worth her humiliation.
She saw the expression on his face which was contorted in an excited
scowl. It was a way of showing that she
really did love him…
‘Bend over and pull your buttocks
apart,’ the woman commanded.
Fiona gulped in revulsion and looked
at Jake. He nodded. ‘Show them your bum and your cunt…’
Biting her lip Fiona obeyed, bending
at the hips and reaching behind to pull her bottom cheeks wide. She was aware of her breasts hanging freely
from her chest swaying slightly and her nipples standing up hard. The couple circled round her, peering up
between her spread legs. They could see
the tight pucker of her anus and the full pouting swell of her pussy. She had never been so exposed before total
strangers. She had nothing left to hide
from their eyes.
And then she jerked and whimpered as
she felt their hands reaching between her thighs and fondling her pussy. She felt tears of shame filling her eyes but
she was petrified by fear and confusion.
Was this what Jake really wanted?
After what seemed an age, their hands were withdrawn.
‘I think we can work with her,’ the
woman declared at last.
‘You’ll bring her back here in a week
for me to collect, right?’ Jake said.
‘She’ll be here, and I think you’ll
find a great difference in her behaviour…’ the man promised.
Jake looked at Fiona. ‘You belong to
them for the next week and you do everything they tell you, right Fee?’ Then without another glance at her, Jake got
into the Capri.
‘Jake!’ Fiona cried.
She tried to follow him only to be held back as the two strangers took
hold of her arms.
Jake started the car up, reversed it
in a tight circle and then drove off down the track, leaving her alone and
naked with two strangers.
Fiona gaped at the vanishing lights of
the car in disbelief. No, this could not
be happening!
‘You heard your boyfriend’s
command. For the next week you belong to
us,’ the man said.
It was only then that the veil of
blind trust and hope that had been blurring her perceptions melted away and
Fiona began to struggle. But by then it
was far too late. The strangers jabbed
their cattle prods into her legs and belly and bottom again and again until she
fell in a twitching heap to the ground.
They pulled her arms behind her and secured her wrists together with
handcuffs and pushed a rubber ball into her mouth to stifle her moans and
screams. It had a rubber rod pierced
through it that wedged between her teeth and jutted out over her cheeks.
‘I think her first lesson should begin
now,’ the man said.
‘I agree,’ said the woman.
There was something tantalisingly
familiar about their voices…
They lifted her up off the ground and
dragged her across to their car and laid her face forward across its bonnet,
flattening her bare breasts against its smooth polished metal.
The cattle prods jabbed into her now
invitingly presented bottom, flashing and crackling and making her yelp and
jerk against the bodywork of the car.
‘You stay like that like a good girl!’
the man said.
While the woman held her head down by
her hair, the man pulled her legs apart and then fumbled with his coat. Suddenly she felt the head of a hard penis
rasping through her cleft and then plunging deep into her vagina.
Fiona groaned and gasped feebly as his
thrusts ground her hips against the front grille of the car, driving the breath
from her. To her shame and confusion,
she felt her nipples pop up and try to dig into the bonnet of the car. She was being screwed by a strange masked man
bent over the front of his car in the
middle of the woods and it hurt and she was terrified and yet also aroused.
But even worse was her emotional
despair. How could Jake have abandoned
her like this? Not after everything that
she had meant to him…
The man came inside her with a grunt
of satisfaction, and then slumped across her back with his shaft still buried
deep in her hot clinging depths.
As Fiona lay naked and dazed over the
bonnet, the woman twisted her head round so she had to look into her
rubber-masked face. Then with her free
hand she pulled the mask off.
‘Hello, Fiona,’ she said. ‘I bet you didn’t expect to see me again like
this, did you?
Fiona gasped. It was her former PE teacher from Woolsdean
Comprehensive: Janice Winston.
‘Or me, Fiona,’ said the man with his
penis still inside her, stripping off his mask as well.
She twisted her head round to look
into the face of her ex-headmaster: Derek Fuller.
‘Jake has hired us to turn you into
his perfect slave girl friend who will obey his every command without
question,’ Miss Winston continued.
‘We’ve only got a week to get the job done so we better get started…’
Even as Fiona gaped at her in
disbelief, Miss Winston produced a black cloth hood that she pulled over
Fiona’s head and tied about her neck with a drawstring. It smelt of heavy cloying chemicals. Fiona gurgled and moaned and struggled to
breathe, feeling suddenly dizzy. Then
everything slipped away…