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…