CHRISTINE'S PRICE TO BE PAID

BY SILENCE

Christine was taking her time packing her bag after cheerleader
practice. She was in a singularly foul mood on a day that should
have been one to savor for years to come. It was the first day of
practice and that meant both that it was a relatively light day,
and that the captain of the squad had been elected. As her luck
would have it, she had become that captain, a fitting way for her
to enter her fourth year of cheering. Seventeen, blonde hair and
blue eyes, Christine maintained her athletic form year round in
order to perform the difficult gymnastic moves that cheering
demanded. Fit, ambitious and at the head of the squad she felt
happiness.

However, she knew that the day would be brought low soon enough.
Her cheerleading coach was also her history teacher, a usually
reserved and private woman the students knew as Ms. Whelan.
Christine had taken the first test in American History earlier
that day and knew that she had done very poorly. Ms. Whelan's
teaching style was somber and monotone and her lectures did not
lend themselves to memory. When Ms. Whelan had asked her to meet
her in the administrator's office after she showered and changed,
Christine knew she was going to face the consequences of that
test.

After long minutes she stood, wearing the pleated skirt and white
top she had come to school in, her practice clothes well packed
away in her bag. She hefted the bag and made the long walk down
the corridor from the gym to the group of offices at the front of
the school that housed all the people involved in administrative
duties. The secretary behind her large oaken desk rivaled the
massive expanse of wood both for being the largest thing in the
room and the most unyielding. Nobody much liked Mrs. Rath and it
was thought that the phonetic pronunciation of her name was quite
appropriate for the way the heavyset woman treated all who came
before her.

"What are you still doing here?" Thick and wrinkled eyelids
closed over her dim eyes, opening with a slow contempt for what
she saw as a stupid, perky young teenager who was present in her
domain long past her welcome.

"I… Ms. Whelan wanted me to come and talk to her and Mr. Starkov
when practice was over." Christine had stammered at first, but
managed to complete the sentence with a degree of confidence. All
it would be was just a little lecture, right?

"I see… " The old woman allowed the words to slowly crawl from
her as if they were a judgment all their own. "Go right on in.
Mr. Starkov told me he was expecting you."

Christine wordlessly walked past the desk and knocked on the door
to Mr. Starkov's office before entering. She closed the door
behind her, the silent hinges and quiet click of the door
shutting behind her did nothing to cover the pounding sound of
her racing heart, though nobody else could hear it. She set her
bag next to the door and stepped into the room where Mr. Starkov
sat behind his desk, a brutish black metal construction that was
rumored to have been his during he very first teaching job and he
had taken the cheap thing with him to all his future jobs for
"luck". The plush chair he sat in was more fitting his status in
the school with its high back and exceedingly comfortable lumbar
support. He was a broad man, angular in feature and build as his
heritage dictated. Born in America of Russian parents he was
fluent in both languages, but spoke English with a graceful and
educated cadence without a trace of an accent.

"Welcome Christine. Ms. Whelan and I were just talking about you.
Congratulations on your achievement today. Ms. Whelan tells me
that the other girls are ecstatic to have you as their new
captain. It is a position full of responsibility, as I am sure
you well know. Please, sit down…" He indicated an empty chair
opposite the desk.

Next to it sat another, occupied by Ms. Whelan who watched
Christine with half- lidded eyes and intertwined fingers. Her own
dark hair was down from the normal bun she wore during class and
the slightly more relaxed ponytail she sported during cheer
practice. She had a curious smile on her face, but said nothing
as Christine sat and turned her attention back toward Mr.
Starkov.

"Christine, Ms. Whelan has brought to my attention the test that
you took today. She knew that you were in the running for the
cheer captain and she graded your test immediately in order to
ensure that you would meet certain academic requirements. Alas,
you failed the test and with the other problems that you have had
in Ms. Whelan's class, that brings your grade all the way down to
a D and I am afraid that that leaves us in a curious situation.
While you are doing an average job or better in your other
classes, a D is below the standards we want for any of the
athletes in our school, including any cheerleaders and especially
the captain of the squad."

Christine looked down at her lap and with one hand smoothed a
wrinkle from her skirt while she thought about what he had said
and what she should say in return. If she were dropped from the
lead of the squad it would be disgraceful. Worse, she might be
removed from cheerleading all together and that was a thought
that shocked her. It would be humiliating and would ruin what
status she maintained among the various social cliques that were
important to many a teenager.

Mr. Starkov and Ms. Whelan exchanged a look while Christine was
otherwise distracted in the thoughts of her impending loss of
status. The sly smile on Ms. Whelan's face grew and Mr. Starkov
decided to provide Christine with what in her eyes would be a
path of escape. In reality it would be a comfortable noose
wrapped about her neck and slowly tightened until it would
consume her with hardly a notice.

"Christine, we have talked about this at length. Ms. Whelan and I
believe that you are going to be good for the cheer squad. You
have been a diligent cheerleader for years and I would like to
see you continue in that tradition. However, these grades cannot
be completely overlooked. It is possible though that certain test
results could be… delayed until after the season is over. It is
possible even that certain grades could be improved over time
given certain circumstances. You could avoid being removed from
the squad and with enough hard work you could even look forward
to access to scholarships from a wide choice of schools after you
graduate here."

Christine looked up at the hope he was dangling before her. It
was bait, fresh, alive and waiting for her to snatch it up. She
did not see the hook wrapped in the promise of salvation and like
many creatures that had something wonderful dangled before them,
she lunged for it with little thought.

"What would I have to do? I can't leave the squad now, not right
after they've elected me to lead them." She got a confirming nod
from the still silent Ms. Whelan and that made her feel better
about exploring an option that a little voice in her mind called
unorthodox at the least.

"Well, Christine, if we were to allow these grades to become
official then you would face humiliation by your peers and your
social status would be shattered. I have worked in schools long
enough that I don't want to see that happen to you if it can be
avoided. However, a fit punishment must be found in order for Ms.
Whelan and I do keep things secret until such a time as you are
no longer in danger of suffering because of them. After long
deliberation Ms. Whelan has suggested that you should still face
the humiliation that would have been brought about by your
actions. However, you should face that humiliation in a safe and
secret environment. Therefore, Ms. Whelan and I will take it upon
ourselves to guide you through a number of experiences over the
course of the season. These experiences will take place each and
every day after school and after practice has concluded. You will
come here to my office and you will do everything you are told.
Otherwise, it may be required of us to present your grades to the
rest of the academic population." He concluded his statement by
leaning forward on his desk and planting her elbows there, his
face closed to interpretation of his thoughts.

Christine's mind raced as she felt the very first tug of the hook
on her cheek. She knew there was danger before her and she knew
that she did not adequately recognize that danger. Her mind both
tried to reason with her and to deceive her with that logic. She
was going to be ruined in public, or as had been offered to her
she could face that ruination in private where it would not
destroy her. She nodded slowly and the hook pierced the skin of
her cheek, soon enough it would be impossible to escape.

Mr. Starkov's eyes brightened at the nod and he allowed the first
smile of the evening to cross his face. "Wonderful. It grows late
and I believe we all have much to do before tomorrow. Before you
go though, I will offer you a taste of what you will face
throughout the many coming weeks. Stand up, reach under your
skirt and remove your panties."

The order was given in an even voice, as if he was ordering a
salad and wanted a particular dressing. The words shook Christine
and made Ms. Whelan shift in her chair, wanting to be positioned
to take particular delight in the girl's reaction. Christine
noticed the both of them watching her and her mouth opened as if
to speak while a blush flooded her cheeks. She could not force
herself to stand nor speak as her teacher and principal watched
her.

"Christine…" It was the soft voice of Ms. Whelan loaded with a
sweetness that had never been present in her lectures or coaching
sessions. It made her seem younger, friendlier and more
trustworthy to the girl who was two-thirds her age.
"Christine, you must listen to what Mr. Starkov tells you to do.
I know you don't want to do it. You will feel exposed and
humiliated and embarrassed, but isn't it better to feel that way
here in front of us than to feel that way tomorrow in front of a
thousand students when you are stripped of your rank and status?"

The honey dripped from her voice the whole time and it made the
bait before Christine sweeter and made the hook easier to swallow
despite the tugging pain that was blatantly the cost now. She
clenched her eyes shut and lowered her head as she stood. The
skirt she wore was not dangerously short, but she felt naked
already before them. She lifted the edges of her skirt and
reached under, trying to preserve her modesty as her finger
sought and hooked the waistband of her cotton panties. She began
to pull them down and made sure the shirt fell to again cover her
as she did so, not offering much of a peek to either Ms. Whelan
or Mr. Starkov. She had to bend to remove the white panties with
their powder blue flower print from around her ankles and she
knew by the creaking of Ms. Whelan's chair that she leaned back
to peek at the soft flesh of her thighs that the skirt exposed.
She sat again, the panties clutched in her hands.

"Give them to me." Mr. Starkov made no attempt to rise from his
chair and only extended a hand, forcing Christine to stand again
and reach forward to hand him her innocent looking underwear. He
took them and stretched them between his fingers, allowing them
to dangle in between his hands as if being worn by an invisible
woman. "Christine, these are unacceptable from now on. You will
be allowed only to wear skirts to school and under them you must
wear thong-cut panties. Ms. Whelan and I will be checking. Now,
go on home and be sure to tell your parents that you will be late
from now on because of your new position."

Christine reached out for her panties, but Mr. Starkov folded
them up and put them in his desk drawer with a raised eyebrow,
waiting for her to obey. She blushed as she got the message and
turned, picking up her bag at the door. "I'll see you tomorrow,
Mr. Starkov."

***

Tuesday morning was bright and sunny. Birds sang outside of
Christine's window as she dressed for school. Fashion dictated
that she not wear the same skirt as the day before, but she was
reluctant to wear the only other one she owned. She had many a
nice dress to wear, but school was not a place to wear her Sunday
best. The other skirt was bright red and had been purchased in
order to wear to a club. It was tight and short and would hug her
thighs and rear, but she settled upon wearing it. She also
studied carefully her choice of underwear. She had very few
thongs and if Mr. Starkov held to his word then she would have to
buy more before the week was out. Today she would have to wear a
red thong that was more mesh and lace than actual material. She
dressed sullenly, wondering why the birds were so happy. She
looked at herself in the mirror, red shirt and white top with red
shoes and white socks to match. She sighed softly and left her
room.

The day passed slowly and yet far too quickly as far as she was
concerned. She had made an effort to act normally, but she could
feel her slightly quicker heartbeat and the shallow pace of her
breathing all day long. She could not stop thinking about Mr.
Starkov and, to her surprise, Ms. Whelan. By the end of the day
she was so nervous that she asked Ms. Whelan if she could be
excused from practice. She got a raised eyebrow and a small smile
for her question and was told to go to Mr. Starkov's office right
away.

Christine had hoped to be spared the ordeal of the office visit,
but faced her fate while Ms. Whelan turned back to the locker
room full of girls changing for cheerleader practice. Christine
found herself clutching her books to her chest as she walked in a
daze down the hall, into the administration wing and past Mrs.
Rath as the secretary told her to go on into Mr. Starkov's
office.

When she entered, Mr. Starkov sat behind his desk wearing a white
shirt and blue tie. His suit jacket was across the back of his
chair and he was working on a paper that he wrote on for a moment
more before placing it into a folder and sliding it to the side
of the desk. He looked up at her and made a show of checking both
his watch and the wall clock before he spoke to her.

"You are early Christine. Ms. Whelan called and told me that you
were on your way. Are you so eager to begin?" He raised an
eyebrow, half expecting the girl before him to run, much to her
regret as he well knew. However, she did not and she actually
nodded.

"Yes… sir. I couldn't concentrate all day. I found myself
thinking, and now I'm too nervous to go cheer or anything."

Christine heard herself admit that to Mr. Starkov and her stomach
tightened itself down into a little ball of energy. She was
watching him, much as he watched her with both surprise and
curiosity.

"Well, you have picked a poor time to want to be early. I have a
lot of work to do and was depending on the time you would be at
practice to do it. I think that you will have to sit in the
corner until I am quite done. It is unfortunate that Ms. Whelan
has so much to do this evening or I could depend on her to punish
you. As it is, she will not be joining us tonight."

Mr. Starkov stood and put his suit jacket on, making him appear
all the larger to Christine. She could only guess that he was
more than six feet tall and easily twice her weight. He moved
with fluidity and grace that surprised her as he stepped around
the desk and pulled one of the chairs to the far corner of his
office. He turned to her and looked her over for a moment before
crossing to his filing cabinet and unlocking a drawer.

"Remove your skirt, your shirt and shoes. Sit in the chair." He
ordered her over his shoulder as he rummaged in the drawer.

Christine heard what he said and shuddered. She had thought she
might have to give her panties up, but had not thought about the
rest of her clothing. "Mr. Starkov, I'm not wearing a bra today."
She blushed and looked at him as he paused in his work for a
moment, apparently in thought.

"Christine, it is not my problem or concern what you are wearing
as long as you are without your shoes, skirt and shirt and in
that chair by the time I turn around. You know what will happen
if you are not."

She did indeed know, or so she thought. She hurried then to obey
and in moments was wearing only her panties and white socks. She
looked at the door and saw no lock on it as she sat, praying
silently that nobody would enter. She crossed her arms across her
modest breasts and waited only a second before Mr. Starkov turned
to face her.

"Very good Christine. Now, since you have interrupted me, I must
make sure you will not distract me while I work." His hands were
full, but of what she did not know as he walked past her and
stood behind the chair. "Place your hands behind the chair
Christine, do it now."

She heard the commanding tone in his voice and she obeyed, albeit
slowly. Her hands lingered on her breasts, covering them for what
good it would do for the moment before she reached around the
broad back of the chair and held her hands there. She gasped as
she felt cold steel quickly circle her wrists and she tried to
pull away but found her hands attached to one another.

"What are you..!?" her question was quickly stopped as Mr.
Starkov pressed a red rubber ball to her lips and worked it
between her teeth before she could close them. Black leather
straps quickly pulled the ball tight to her mouth and buckled
behind her head, leaving her unable to make a coherent or loud
noise.

"Christine, you must not be able to distract me and this is
necessary. You have agreed to your punishment, and your eagerness
to get here has only made things worse for you. From now on, you
will attend practice and act perfectly normally. No one must be
able to suspect that anything unusual is happening." As he spoke
he knelt behind the chair and roped the handcuffs to the legs of
the chair, holding her hands far back behind the chair. He
circled before her and bound her ankles together with many twists
of rope and these he bound to the chair as well so as to hold her
in place. He stood and looked down at her, resisting the urge to
caress one of her small breasts.

"Now, you need only wait an hour or so before your punishment
begins." He turned and returned to his desk, not sparing her
another look as he bent to his papers, ignoring her muffled pleas
as she struggled in the corner against steel and rope. Her
struggles were equally valiant and futile. Eventually she yielded
to futility and sat still, adjusting herself as much as she could
to relieve small aches and pains from her immobility. The hour
passed slowly as she could do little but watch the clock and Mr.
Starkov.

At long last he finished and came to stand before her, arms
crossed and frowning. His suit jacket lay again on his chair and
he tilted his head as he unbuttoned his sleeves and rolled them
up to expose thick forearms.

"Christine, I was going to be more lenient on you today than
this. However, you have evidenced an inability to follow simple
instructions. Perhaps this explains your poor grades, perhaps
not. In any case you have accelerated our plans for you. I am
certain that Ms. Whelan will punish you herself tomorrow because
you caused her to miss your little initiation."

Mr. Starkov returned to the filing cabinet and when he returned
it was with a short whip made up of a dozen thick strips of
leather. "You were early and because of that you will get one
lash for each minute that you were." He followed through on what
he promised, sparing her his full strength since this was her
first time. The blows fell upon her, scattered upon her stomach,
shoulders and breasts. She writhed and whimpered and complained
through the gag, but she had been an hour early and sixty lashes
created a red web work of small welts across her body.

Mr. Starkov knew the marks would fade even before she went to bed
tonight, but he appreciated them all the same. Christine did not.
She continued to shift and writhe in the chair as the stings of
the blows slowly subsided. She sat there, whimpering and
struggling anew as Mr. Starkov allowed her to calm herself.
Eventually he knelt and untied her legs, his face near enough to
her hips that he could smell her excitement. He had been right
after all, this one would last a long time. He continued to
release her but left the ball gag in place.

"Stand up and get dressed. Leave the gag on the table next to the
door when you leave. Tomorrow, wear no panties at all. Ms. Whelan
is looking forward to your visit." With that Mr. Starkov sat
again at his desk and began to work.

Christine did exactly as she was bidden, dressing and gathering
her things before walking to the door and reaching up to remove
the gag. She set it on the table and left without a word, her
knees weak, heart racing and panties wet.

***

Wednesday Christine awoke early and set about getting dressed for
school with an unusual determination. She had been forced to shop
the night before and had purchased a skirt with this day in mind.
It was more conservative than she usually wore, falling past her
knees and would help her feel more comfortable as she dressed
herself, leaving her panties in the drawer. Again the day passed
slowly, but she made a show of being happy and perky and normal.
Even at cheerleader practice she was more energetic, aware that
Ms. Whelan watched her every move carefully. She was not about to
offer additional reasons for an afternoon punishment. Already she
was excited, watching Ms. Whelan watch her as she pranced about
and stretched in her shorts and sports bra.

At last practice ended and the girls broke up, heading off to
shower and change. Ms. Whelan called Christine aside and spoke to
her as the other girls disappeared into the school.

"Christine, Mr. Starkov told me what happened yesterday. I missed
your first real punishment and I'm rather upset about that.
You'll have to make it up to me. Go shower with the other girls,
but don't dress yet. Meet me in my office wearing only a towel
after all the other girls have gone."

"Yes Ms. Whelan."

"Christine, you may call me Miss or Mistress from now on when we
are alone. Anything else, and you'll be breaking a rule.
Understand, pet?"

"Yes…Miss." Christine blushed and turned away to go shower with
the other girls.

She was thankful that the welts had faded so quickly as she
undressed and showered, for the first time paying attention to
the other girls. She knew now why Ms. Whelan spent so much time
watching them shower and she started to form an idea about what
would soon be in store for her.

Christine was able to linger long enough in the showers for all
the other girls to leave before her. She dried herself and then
wrapped her body in the towel before knocking on Ms. Whelan's
office door in the locker room. She got no answer and after an
additional knock she entered of her own volition. Inside sat Ms.
Whelan, not at her desk but at the locker room styled bench that
sat before it. She was still dressed in her own workout clothing,
despite the cool air of the air-conditioned room. Christine could
feel her nipples hardening because of the cool air, despite the
towel covering her.

"Christine, Mr. Starkov has asked me to make sure you more fully
understand what will be happening to you. Today I'm going to have
you for a very long time. I've already called your parents and
told them that you will be here for a long time with some extra
practice."

Ms. Whelan stood and stretched, letting her long black hair spill
out of the ponytail she wore. Arranged on her desk were a number
of items, all of them for use on the poor high school senior that
stood before her. She lifted the same ball gag that Christine had
worn the day before and tossed it to the girl.

"Put this on, drop your towel and lie on the bench on your back."

Ms. Whelan's orders were more direct and snapped then Mr.
Starkov's had been. Christine felt herself excited by the direct
and demanding nature of the order. She caught the gag and looked
at her teacher/coach/mistress for a long moment before opening
her mouth and inserting the ball. The leather straps she reached
up to pull around her head and fasten under her hair. The towel
fell away as she did so and the cold air assaulted her as the
leather bit into her cheeks with the tightness of the gag.
Effectively muffled and nude she stepped toward the bench and lay
back on it, the worn wood smooth on her rear and back. She was
forced to part her legs to either side of the bench and she
allowed herself a whimper as she saw Ms. Whelan take a look
between her legs at her neatly trimmed sex. She closed her eyes
and settled herself onto the bench.

Because of her closed eyes she could not see Ms. Whelan lift the
black leather cuffs. She opened her eyes again to the feeling of
that leather around one wrist and then the other. She did not
resist even as small brass padlocks promised that the cuffs would
not be removed anytime soon. She felt her arms as they were
pulled above her and the clicking of chain explained why she
could not remove her arms from their stretched position once they
were locked to the bench above her. Ms. Whelan repeated the
process with her ankles, cuffing them together under the bench so
that she could not lift her legs. White nylon rope looped around
each thigh and pulled her legs widely open with slow deliberate
tugs. The same style of rope was then looped repeatedly around
her body, holding her firmly to the bench no matter her intention
to struggle.

When it was all said and done, Christine could hardly move and
felt herself to be very exposed. Her teacher's gaze caressed her
bound body shortly before her fingers did. Unlike Mr. Starkov,
Ms. Whelan did not resist the temptation to touch her wherever
she wanted. Christine's soft cheeks, her breasts, legs and even
the wetness of her sex were all explored.

Ms. Whelan left the room for a brief moment and when she returned
it was with a silver bowel she sat on the bench between
Christine's legs. Christine could not watch all that followed,
but she knew soon after Ms. Whelan began that she was being
shaved. She wanted to wiggle and move, but dared not because of
Ms. Whelan's confident and swift strokes with the razor. For the
first time, Christine was truly thankful of the rope holding her
in place. When the soft towel wiped across her pussy and both
cleaned and dried her she could feel a fresh coolness around her
sex. The air-conditioning in the room made her freshly shaven sex
even more vulnerable.

Her eyes watched Ms. Whelan stand and set aside the bowl and
razor. "There, nice and clean. I just love a freshly shaved
pussy, and soon you'll learn to love it too." Ms. Whelan knelt
again at the foot of the bench and began to kiss her way up
Christine's thighs. Eventually her lips met up with Christine's
sex and a gentle kiss graced the excited teen. Ms. Whelan's pink
tongue flickered out and expertly teased Christine until she was
pulling hard at her bonds, trying to shift herself into greater
contact with her teacher's mouth. After several minutes she was
on the verge of having an orgasm imposed upon her and her
struggled showed this. Ms. Whelan pulled away and stood, trailing
fingers along that wet and unfulfilled sex.

"I'm afraid, Christine, that you don't get to cum quite yet. You
have proven that you are quite willing to be our pet, aren't
you?"

Christine nodded and whimpered through her gag.

"And you'll do anything I tell you, won't you?"

Another nod accompanied by a weak buck of her hips, her wet sex
reaching out half an inch to be touched to no avail.

"And you'll let me do anything I want to you, won't you my pet?
You love being helpless and humiliated, don't you?"

The bound girl nodded a final and enthusiastic time. It was true
that the two previous nights she had stayed up late thinking only
of a moment like this. She harbored no illusions that things for
her would become much harder and more humiliating, however there
was always a part of her that had seemed to crave that. The offer
from her educators only facilitated her exploration of something
she wanted in any case. Desired or not though, things were coming
that would be life changing in ways she could not imagine.

Ms. Whelan stood near the bench and undressed. Her body was in
great shape and being over thirty had not in any way ruined the
youthful athleticism that had marked her life. As Christine
watched and studied she noticed that Ms. Whelan's sex was also
shaved, giving her a pleasant view of it as her teacher towered
over her.

"Remember how I promised that you would come to enjoy a freshly
shaven pussy too?" Ms. Whelan did not wait for an answer as she
reached down and removed the gag from Christine's mouth. "Now,
pet, your mouth is only to be used for one thing, and it isn't
speaking. Answer me with a nod or shake of your head." Ms. Whelan
straddled her student's face, standing well above her head. "Have
you ever licked a pussy before?"

Christine shook her head, but her eyes never left the mesmerizing
sight of her teacher's sex hovering above her. She licked her
lips, panting in excitement. She watched as Ms. Whelan crouched
just a little, slowly bringing those shaven lips down and
eventually into contact with her mouth. Christine was surprised
at first at the taste of the wetness that she noticed upon the
first kiss she applied. She almost wanted to recoil, the mere
thought of what she was doing making her nearly panic. She felt
so dirty and used, her teacher grasping the hair of her head and
slowly rubbing her pussy along her mouth.

The bound girl found herself helpless to resist and she allowed
her tongue to slip from her mouth and part the wet lips her
instructor offered her. With forceful direction from Ms. Whelan
she was doing an expert beginner's job of getting her teacher
off. She was rewarded quickly enough with the feeling of Ms.
Whelan clutching her face close and experiencing a loud orgasm.
Christine was left wet, both between her legs and on her face.
She desired what her teacher had just felt and would sell herself
to feel it.

For her part, Ms. Whelan knew this of Christine and knelt down to
tease the poor girl's sex. "Christine, you want to cum badly,
don't you?" Ms. Whelan smiled as the girl nodded and refrained
from speaking. "I'm afraid that I'll have to hurt you a little to
allow you that privilege. Is that alright with you pet, or should
I leave you here while I go clean up? You may speak."

Christine whimpered loudly as Ms. Whelan's skilled fingers teased
and aroused her. She knew that if she agreed that Ms. Whelan
would make her suffer dearly before allowing her an orgasm, but
it would be worse to be left alone and bound, unable to cum at
all. "Please…Mistress… Hurt me all you want, please just let me
cum."

Ms. Whelan smiled and decided to grant the girl's request, but
not in quite the way she might expect. She would not hurt her
first because then she would have the orgasm to look forward to.
Instead, Ms. Whelan decided to allow the girl her pleasure now
and pay the price later. As Christine would soon find out,
everything had a price.

The fingers between her legs continued to play with her wet sex.
Christine was pulling at her wrist cuffs, eager for the pleasure
that she felt building within her. When she at last came it was
mind blowing and the energy it consumed left her surprised and a
little dazed. Every muscle in her body strained and pulled and
after long moments of enjoying her pleasure Christine relaxed,
eyes closed and head rolled to the side.

Ms. Whelan only allowed her student enough time to rest as it
took for her to gather up the items she would use for her
punishment. Christine's first indication that her punishment was
to begin was when Ms. Whelan's fingers began to toy with her
nipples. Christine watched, enjoying the feeling of those fingers
toying with her. Her hard nipples begged for attention and with
little warning they got what they desired, after a fashion. Small
clamps tipped with black rubber suddenly pinched those sensitive
nubs of flesh, left and right. Christine's eyes opened wide, but
before she could protest those clamps tightened down and she
cried out. She began to feel the pulse of her racing heart
through her nipples and she whimpered loudly.

Ms. Whelan sat back and enjoyed watching the teenager writhe on
the bench in an effort to soothe the discomfort she felt. She
stood and again placed herself between Christine's legs, holding
a final clamp. Christine had little opportunity to notice before
Ms. Whelan's fingers parted her lower lips and allowed that
wicked clamp to affix to the young woman's clit. This time, Ms.
Whelan was rewarded with a scream. While Christine wiggled and
whimpered that ball gag was placed again into the girl's mouth to
quiet any future complaint.

"I'll be back in twenty minutes pet. Then you can stretch and
dress for home. Mr. Starkov is eager to hear how your lesson
went. You be sure to remember everything and tell him tomorrow."
With that Ms. Whelan left the room and let Christine think about
what she had done.

***

Thursday afternoon found Christine sore and tired and above all,
excited. After practice she went quickly to Mr. Starkov's office
and found a scene that was familiar to her. Mr. Starkov and Ms.
Whelan waited for her as they had on Monday. Christine sat in the
empty chair and looked at the two of them with demure eyes. She
said nothing and folded her hands in her lap and waited to be
addressed.

"Christine, Ms. Whelan has already told me what happened
yesterday afternoon. How are you feeling today?"

"I'm alright, sir. I'm a little sore, but I've never done
anything like that before." Christine spoke softly, not meeting
their eyes as she answered.

"And did you enjoy what happened? You have been surprisingly
compliant and this has pleased both Ms. Whelan and myself." Mr.
Starkov's eyes looked directly at Christine with a single blink
as the only movement.

"Yes, sir. I have never done anything like this before, but I did
enjoy it. At first I was worried and scared, but I think I really
enjoy it."

"That is good, Christine. We have a lot more planned for you.
Stand up. Undress. It is time to continue."

******

The initial afternoons had stretched into days, and days into
weeks. Christine knew the torment of her teacher and principal
every evening and endured more than she thought possible at the
beginning. The weather was colder now and the instructions to
wear skirts and at times no panties meant she felt the chill of
winter even more deeply. She was growing more and more accustomed
to the punishments that Ms. Whelan and Mr. Starkov imposed upon
her. She was enjoying the pain she received from them both in
measured doses. She also learned to enjoy the pleasures that Ms.
Whelan shared with her and found herself longing for a time when
Mr. Starkov would make use of her in the same way. He always
resisted and used her as a whipping toy or decoration with little
in the way of sexuality.

The coming winter break promised a break in routine for Christine
as well. She was not looking forward to the two-week break in
school for a number of reasons. She would miss her friends to be
sure. She admitted to herself that she would miss the rules, the
orders and even the humiliation and use at the hands of her
mentors. She dreaded the family trip that would take her to see
family that she had long since learned to resent and avoid.

It frustrated her until the final day of school before break. The
snow fell heavily outside and she shivered, but not from the
cold. She sat again in Mr. Starkov's office with him and Ms.
Whelan in attendance. The reason she shivered was because of the
proposal that Mr. Starkov had laid out before her. She thought
long and hard about it until Mr. Starkov's voice interrupted her
thoughts.

"Christine, I need an answer. As we have explained, your parents
have already been informed and would be most disappointed if you
turned down an opportunity like this."

Christine looked up and blinked once. As she understood it her
parents had been told that Christine and some other girls had
been chosen to attend an advanced cheerleading camp that would
end with auditions for scholarships to some big name colleges. In
truth the proposal that had been placed before her was to stay at
Mr. Starkov's home over the winter break and be of service
full-time. She knew that small details would be worked out and
the cover that they had provided would be fool-proof. She also
knew that she felt ready for the next step in things and would
gladly go along with it despite her nervousness. She nodded.

"Wonderful. Ms. Whelan will be joining us in a day or two, but
tonight you will accompany me. Gather your things."

He stood without another word, but with a smile shared with Ms.
Whelan as Christine gathered her purse and backpack. When
Christine was ready Mr. Starkov led the way from the office and
out to his car, leaving Ms. Whelan behind to finish additional
arrangements. He walked swiftly through the cold and snowy
afternoon with Christine in his wake. His car was a deep blue
luxury car. Powerful and broad it was a car that matched its
owner for a commanding aura. Imported at great cost directly from
its European manufacturer Mr. Starkov loved being behind the
wheel and in control. He opened the door for Christine first and
allowed her to seat herself on the cold leather seats before he
entered the other side and started the engine.

In moments they were moving with the car's heater and heated
seats warming them both. Christine said nothing and sat in quiet
thought as they left the school and headed south, away from the
center of town. Soon enough trees eclipsed the view of houses
along the road and then trees were the only things nearby. Mr.
Starkov lived far south and as a result enjoyed a certain level
of privacy. The drive that the car eventually turned onto was
paved and already cleared of snow. Over half a mile of twisting
road led to a large house set behind a barrier of hills that hid
it from view of the road. It was a shame that the large house
could not be seen for it had been sculpted by fine architects and
build solidly to withstand the sometimes violent weather of the
Midwest. With the touch of a button the car rolled into the
expansive garage and joined no fewer than four other vehicles
from nearly every nationality. Japanese speed, American muscle
and European elegance all in one place lent an indication that
there was far more to Mr. Starkov than he allowed to be seen.

The next hour passed as if a dream to Christine. She was led from
the car and into the house where lights would come alive simply
when they entered a room. She saw tall vaulted ceilings that
stretched high overhead. Artwork covered the walls and imported
rugs accented the marble flooring. Christine was led to a bedroom
appointed in plush furnishings and soft light. It made her feel
warm and comfortable despite the alien nature of her visit. She
turned her head to look at her principal but did not have a
chance to speak before he did.

"This will be your room for the foreseeable future. You may sleep
elsewhere after tonight, but that will depend on your choices.
You will have more and less freedom here, in my service, than you
had at school. Here you will wear what I give you and nothing
else. You will be free to roam the house and explore when you are
able, but most often you will be restricted to a certain area. I
will make these times clear to you. There will be other people
here and you will treat them politely as they will be my guests
as well. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir." Christine didn't know who else would be arriving at
the house, but she was sure it would mean more excitement for
her. She set her backpack and purse in the room on the chair near
a reading desk and her bed. When she turned Mr. Starkov was still
in the doorway looking at her.

"You need to change. The clothes you are wearing are prohibited
in this house. In your wardrobe you will find outfits that are
more appropriate. You may wear anything you find in there, or
nothing at all, but you cannot dress normally here."

Christine nodded again and began to undress, hoping in the back
of her mind that Mr. Starkov would stay with her. However the
heavy doors that led to her room shut as he left her alone to
pick her new clothes. She undressed before she explored knowing
that it would be better for him to return and find her nude than
find her still dressed and just asking for punishment. Attached
to the spacious room was a private bathroom with brass outlining
everything from the mirror to the bathtub itself. She decided to
indulge in a hot shower and took her time washing and grooming
herself. She shaved, making sure to maintain her smooth sex as
Ms. Whelan had indicated she loved. A smile crossed her face when
she stepped form the shower and looked at herself in the full
height mirror in front of her. Her skin was smooth and despite
her athletic lifestyle and the punishments of the last several
weeks she was unmarked in any way. She had long, but strong legs
and wide hips that only served to accent the smallness of her
waist. She had small breasts, but had always been proud of the
way they swelled just enough to draw attention. She was rather
proud of herself as she wrapped her long hair in a towel and tied
it off to soak up the excess water that her hair held.

She went to the wardrobe and opened it, looking for her new
clothes. Inside were some items she knew of, some she could
figure out and some she did not recognize at all. She started to
sort through things until she found things she wanted to wear.
Everything in the wardrobe was white and seemed to be either
leather or smooth vinyl. She also noted that nothing in the
wardrobe would cover very much of her. Still, she dressed as
swiftly as possible and went back to the bathroom to look at
herself in the mirror. She very much liked what she saw and hoped
that Mr. Starkov would as well.

She had chosen her outfit with care. Long shiny stockings adorned
her legs up to mid-thigh. They were impossibly tight, but she was
still able to move in them enough to place high-heeled shoes on
her feet that lifted her three inches. The heels forced her legs
to flex a little in order to keep her on her toes and the result
could be seen in her muscled legs and outthrust rear. A thick
white belt ran around her body. Several inches wide it encased
her in a number of straps that extended from below her breasts to
her hips. Silver buckles held it snug to her and many small rings
allowed for things to eventually be attached to it. Around her
neck was a collar of similar design with more rings and tiny
silver studs. She had placed leather cuffs around her ankles and
wrists and she enjoyed the jingle of the large rings attached to
them as she walked. She turned this way and that, admiring her
appearance as a white-clad bondage pet.

Over an hour later Christine was bored. She discovered that he
door was locked and assumed that she had to stay in her room. She
was excited but quickly became bored by herself in the room. The
wardrobe called to her as she paced, inviting her to explore its
contents more thoroughly. After long deliberation she could not
resist it's call and started to sort through the drawers of
items, picking out those to play with. She made her selections
and went to the large bed, laying everything out before her. She
began to affix the items to herself in order to test out the
limits of her new outfit. A ball gag filled her mouth and she was
pleased that it matched her outfit's white color. She sat herself
upon the bed and with short and delicate chains wrapped about the
bottom posts of the bed she locked her feet apart using steel
rings from the drawer. She laid herself back on the bed and
tested the restraint of her legs. She loved the way the wide bed
forced her legs to be held wide apart and she refrained from
testing the excitement between them before finishing her
restraint. She blindfolded herself and with a final though she
used spring-loaded clips to attach her wrist cuffs to her waist.

Finished, she allowed herself to relax into the plush bed. She
would be able to free herself, of course, but that mattered
little for she was content with her fantasy of being helpless for
now. As time stretched on she grew tired from the long day and
eventually drifted off to sleep. It was a sleep filled with
lovely dreams and thoughts that would remain with her long after
waking.

When Christine did at last wake it was to horrible discomfort.
She had never worn a gag for more than half an hour and her jaw
screamed to be released from its open position. She quickly
reached for the clips holding her wrists to the broad belt about
her waist but found that the clips were already gone. In their
place were small locks and she cried out loudly. She hoped that
whoever had locked her in place would hear her cry and release
her. She heard footsteps, light and soft on the floor. She knew
they were not those of Mr. Starkov and expected Ms. Whelan had
arrived and would be responsible for her condition.

Fingers brushed her cheek and a soft voice spoke to her.

"Shhhh. You must not fuss too much. Master would be displeased if
you injured yourself." The voice was familiar but not that of Ms.
Whelan and Christine whimpered loudly as her mind raced trying to
identify who was above her.

Those fingers stroked her cheek until she was more relaxed and
eventually reached behind her head and removed the gag. Christine
worked her mouth for long moments as the blindfold also came
away, but she was too surprised and sore to speak right away.

Leaning on the bed with her black hair pulled back in a braided
ponytail was another girl. She was Christine's age and shared
with her the same smooth and youthful skin. Hers was darker but
showed its pale color where sharp tan lines had been formed over
her larger breasts and in a severe "V" shape that dipped between
her legs. She had large brown eyes that Christine knew the girl
used in combination with her voluptuous looks in order to win
many a favor from the men around her. She wore nothing but a
black collar lined with silver studs and matching wrist and ankle
cuffs. Christine saw that her nipples had been pierced and tiny
rings had been slipped through them. Hanging from the rings was a
delicate chain of silver.

Her name was Melissa and Christine knew her. She knew her because
she was a close friend. Perhaps not best friends, but they were
close. Christine opened her mouth to ask a question but Melissa
placed a finger over her lips before she could and smiled.

"Since before you and I knew each other, Christine. I'm sorry I
couldn't tell you, but you understand how secret this kind of
thing is."

Indeed Christine did know that she never would have mentioned her
arrangement with Mr. Starkov to her friends, but finding one of
them in his service was shocking. If she were to believe Melissa
it would mean that she had been his pet for at least two years
and that revelation caused her mind to spin.

"What… Why did you lock my arms like this?" Christine had to ask.
She did not know why her friend would do this, but she didn't
like feeling so helpless all of a sudden.

"Oh, I am sorry about that too. I don't really have a choice
though. Master wanted me to prepare you and I can't have you
getting in the way while I do it." As she spoke she brought into
view another long chain. This she attached to the headboard to
prevent Christine from sitting back up. Christine did not take
this as a good sign and indeed, it was not for her preparations
were not something she would willingly participate in.

Melissa pulled a small kit wrapped in white cloth from aside the
bed. She smiled down to Christine as she unwrapped it on the bed
next to her and started to pull out some very odd items. Many
small rings, like those she wore through her own nipples were
apparent, as were tiny bottles and needles. Christine struggled
and tried to pull away but to no avail. Melissa began to rub a
cold liquid over her nipples with cotton balls.

"What are you doing?" Christine had to ask despite her knowledge
of what was going to happen. Melissa didn't respond right away
and instead continued to treat poor Christine's nipples. At first
what Melissa put on them felt cold but quickly she felt a tingle
and then nothing at all.

"I'm just numbing you up a little. Don't worry too much
Christine." Melissa seemed to be oblivious to the fact that
Christine might not desire her nipples pierced. Then again, it
might not have mattered if she had taken note. Melissa had her
orders and would carry them out.

Christine watched as Melissa lifted the long and exceedingly
sharp needle. After making sure it was quite sterile Melissa went
about her task with skilled fingers and no hesitation. It was
apparent that she had done this type of thing before and
Christine had just enough time to wonder If she had done her own
before the first piercing.

Despite the numbing solution Christine still cried out from what
she felt. Certainly her anticipation of it helped her feel things
more acutely. She tensed and lifted her head back, trying to hold
still as Melissa attached her first ring. With no break Melissa
had moved to the other nipple and within brief seconds she had
two silver rings decorating her breasts. Melissa sat beside her
and ran fingers through her hair as Christine lay there, trying
to calm her and wiping away her tears. It took many long minutes
before Christine calmed enough to actually relax into the
caresses placed on her cheek. While Melissa was sure that
Christine would continue to feel sore for some time and as the
girl's eyes closed she left her to rest peacefully until Master
would require them both.

******

Melissa's retrospective

Melissa allowed Christine to rest throughout the night. Seeing
her friend like that made her remember what it had been like for
her two years before. She was glad that Christine was at last
involved in this secret part of her life and a weight had been
lifted from her shoulders now that she no longer needed keep it a
secret. Her thoughts drifted as she walked along the wide hallway
to her own room. Mr. Starkov wouldn't be ready for her or
Christine for an hour so she went about her own preparations as
she waited. As she did her hair, make-up and other grooming her
thoughts wandered to two years previous.

(Just to be clear, here's the flashback)

Melissa stood on the steps of her new high school and looked up
at the imposing façade of the building. Three stories high and
all red brick, it towered over the fourteen year old girl in the
harsh November air. Her mother and father had divorced and that
left her living with her mom in a new house and a new town far
from the warm Florida air she was accustomed to.

It was already mid-morning and her mom's new SUV was pulling away
from the curb behind her, leaving her standing on the stone steps
as brown leaves blew past her. There she was, glasses, heavy
coat, hat and purse clutched in gloved hands. She stood, too
scared to take a step toward this New England school and the
people inside whom she feared would mock her need to dress more
warmly than them or her southern accent or any number of other
things. She blinked up at the massive structure and didn't move
despite the cold.

Half an hour later the front doors opened and a large man stood
on the top steps of the school and beckoned to her. Melissa
looked at the man and the single wiggling finger that seemed to
pull her forward on an invisible string. She didn't want to move,
but soon felt her left foot take a step, quickly followed by her
right. She was being reeled in by an invisible steel thread and
before she knew it she stood looking up at a powerfully built man
with a piercing stare.

"Young lady, what are you doing standing here in the cold? Are
you a student here?" The question, though normal, carried a
commanding tone that made her speechless tongue start to work.

"Yes, sir… I'm Melissa Rayburn. My mother and I just moved here
and I transferred here… but I was a little scared to go inside."

"Well, that won't do. Come on in and I'll show you around. I'm
Mr. Starkov, the administrator or Headmaster of the school. I can
assure you that nobody will give you anything to be scared of as
long as you are with me."

Melissa smiled as he placed his arm across her small shoulders
and led her inside. Deep down she knew she had nothing to fear
from any of the students, but his presence made it more concrete.
She felt safer, and that sense of security is what let Mr.
Starkov work his magic on her. The safety and protection he
offered proved true and she lived a pampered life at the school.

However, her introduction to her new lifestyle made up for her
security in public with endless servitude in private. A month
after her meeting with Mr. Starkov she had spent every
after-school session with him, catching up on things she may have
missed. It was at one of these exclusive sessions that Mr.
Starkov sat closer to her on the small couch in his office and
suggested that she consider some changes. Melissa listened to the
influential man who had helped her so much and agreed to slowly
start doing more and more for him.

Two months after their meeting, those gradual agreements had led
to her being tied to his desk in her school uniform. She sat
upright, leaning slightly back onto her bound wrists and arms.
Her ankles had been parted lewdly and tied to the corners of the
desk before her so that under her skirt lay her panty-less sex,
facing his chair. She was blindfolded and gagged with soft silk
scarves the color of an evening sky.

Between Melissa's young thighs, Mr. Starkov worked on paperwork
and administrative duties. He made calls, filed reports and all
the other things his job required within inches of the fourteen
year old and her shaven pussy. He had been introducing her to
more and more bondage for weeks and had begun to order her to
come to school without panties and without the hair she had so
recently grown between her legs. Melissa had been obedient and
hadn't complained even to the most bizarre requests. Mr. Starkov
hadn't touched her or used her sexually and she had been happy to
be a decoration for him after classes were over.

It hadn't been until the summer before her fifteenth birthday
that he had taken her on a small trip. Getting permission from
her mother had been easy since she was too busy enjoying the
company of younger men to care about her daughter's activities.
The weekend at Mr. Starkov's house was eventful to say the very
least.

Melissa entered Mr. Starkov's home and followed the instructions
that he had laid before her the day before. He stood off to the
side as she removed her clothes and folded them, setting
everything aside. She wouldn't be wearing anything he didn't
provide for her until they left the house on Sunday. When she was
undressed she knelt on the entrance floor, waiting for him to
tell her what to do. Months of subtle training after school had
prepared her for what was to come, if she knew it or not.

Mr. Starkov opened a small drawer in cabinet near the front door
and began to adorn his new pet. A black leather collar with studs
of real silver closed about her neck, only to be followed by
matching cuffs on her wrists and ankles.
Author's Note: Melissa's Retrospective will continue as part of
Chrstine's Price to be Paid. Send me ideas if you want them done
faster though. Also, my other story, Kiera's Offer is likely dead
unless I get some inspiration.

******

Christine and Melissa found themselves serving Mr. Starkov later
that night. Their situation was unusual and Christine drew
perverse pleasure from being allowed to serve Mr. Starkov for the
first time sexually, and yet receiving so little in return. Both
Melissa and Christine were bound nearly nude in a cruelly cool
room. Each was bent harshly forward because of the strain caused
by their bondage. Hands cuffed behind them and roped to a pulley
in the ceiling the girls found themselves bent at the waist as
the rope held their hands high and steady. The two sixteen year
old girls shifted as much as they could with their ankle cuffs
chained to eye-bolts in the cold concrete floor. They stood
facing opposite one another and blindfolded, leaving them
vulnerable to the use of their mutual Master.

Christine knew very little about what was to transpire once she
was bound. She could hear Mr. Starkov standing nearby. She heard
the rustling of clothing and then heard footsteps circle where
she and Melissa stood. Neither girl spoke, but both tried to turn
their heads to follow the sounds they could pick up on. The near
silence was broken by the swish of something through the air and
a crack of leather on skin as Melissa cried out loudly. A bright
red welt decorated her exposed rear and Christine flinched at the
sound.

The footsteps circled again and then the crack of Mr. Starkov's
leather belt struck Christine full on making her cry out just as
Melissa had. The belting went on for long minutes, each girl
pulling at the ropes and chains holding them still as Mr. Starkov
circled them relentlessly. There came to be nearly a rhythm to
the whipping and each girl began to anticipate the blows despite
the fact that they could never shift enough to escape the belt.
Once both the girls' rears were decorated with wide red welts Mr.
Starkov allowed them a short rest.

Mr. Starkov smiled at the scene before him and trailed a finger
up Melissa's back. She had been a loyal and obedient pet for two
years now and she was his favorite, despite the attention he had
lavished upon Christine. Melissa's skin, soft and smooth, glowed
in the dim light provided by the candles around the dungeon-like
room. Mr. Starkov was proud of the way she took to her
punishments. Even now she was holding back any more cries or
complaints, despite the stinging residual pain on her ass cheeks.
Christine, he saw, seemed to be taking her punishment rather less
well. He thought over his decision on who would best serve him
and decided to better reward Melissa. Standing behind her parted
legs and next to Christine's face he grasped Melissa's hips and
held her still as he thrust into her. Melissa moaned softly, glad
to have him within her, filling her completely and sating the
need of her aching sex.

Christine could hear Mr. Starkov near her… She could feel his
body heat and smell Melissa's excitement. The pleased moan that
Melissa released made her shift uncomfortably in her bonds,
wanting badly to feel the same stimulation between her own
outstretched legs. Her service to Mr. Starkov was swift in
coming, but not in the way she had hoped. Melissa gasped as Mr.
Starkov removed himself from her tight sex. Christine felt his
strong hands grasp her hair and he thrust himself into her gaping
mouth without warning.

Her mind raced. For all the time she had been under Mr. Starkov's
spell and control, he had never used her in such a way. She
blushed deeply, tasting her friend on her Master's cock and being
used to please him while leaving her unfulfilled. She moaned
against the suddenly demanding use of her mouth and eagerly
applied her tongue and lips to him. Her experience was severely
lacking, but she made up for it in eagerness she hoped.

Christine felt him pull away from her again and a desperate gasp
escaped her lips. She heard him re-enter Melissa and shivered,
silently cursing her friend for being able to feel him within
her. Christine shifted, shook and shivered for long minutes until
Mr. Starkov returned his strong hands to her hair and lifted her
head. She obediently opened her mouth to accept him and he thrust
into her without a word.

Christine was made to suffer abandonment by him many times over
as he began a pattern of allowing each girl only a few short
thrusts. Christine could taste Melissa anew with each exchange.
Her jaw grew tired and sore, but she found little time to rest.
Each girl was growing sore and tired… Despite the cool air of the
room they sweated with the effort of being bound as they were.
Both were tired and frustrated to different degrees and both had
provided pleasure to Mr. Starkov in their own ways. For a final
time he pressed deep into Christine's mouth and held himself
there, his hands in her hair keeping her head from shifting as he
came. Christine felt the hot cum splatter into her mouth and
attempted to recoil, but her Master's strong hands kept her
compliantly attached to him. Sticky strings of cum escaped her
mouth as she made no attempt to swallow all he offered and the
rest fell from her limp jaw as he pulled out of her mouth.

Ten minutes later found both girls unbound and cleaned up. Mr.
Starkov had led them both to an extravagant bathroom. Hot water
had been run in the large tub and each girl was helped into the
bathwater holding his hand. Mr. Starkov, wearing black silk
boxers, knelt outside the tub and took up a cotton cloth. He
began the long process of washing each girl head to toe. They
took to his gentle care patiently; back and forth he would wash
one foot or leg or arm, then the same part on the opposite girl.
"You both did very well today." He said to them as the cloth
caressed Melissa's right calf, massaging away soreness and
fatigue. "You made me very proud at how you held up."

"Thank you, Master…" Melissa smiled and shot a glance to
Christine who seemed more tired than her. Melissa knew that
Christine was less accustomed to such scenes, but would quickly
adjust.

The bath continued and conversation was minimal as each girl
allowed Mr. Starkov to care for them. Christine allowed her
thoughts to wander… She thought about what the next few weeks
would hold for her. She wondered what life would be like at the
end of this tenure at her Master's house. She bit her lip when
the thought of never leaving crossed her mind. She wondered if
she could walk away from her old life and she wondered if she
would even want to. Melissa had not and seemed to be content, but
Christine began to doubt if part-time service would be enough for
her in the long run.

When Mr. Starkov was convinced that the girls were well and truly
clean he left them to enjoy the rest of the evening together.
Unbound, naked and refreshed the two girls left the bath and
dried themselves. Melissa smiled to Christine and took her hand,
leading her from the bathroom and into the hall toward
Christine's room.

"How are you feeling Chrissy?" She smiled and pulled her friend
close, wrapping an arm about her waist. The two of them were so
like slave-sisters as they entered Christine's room and Melissa
shut the door behind them.

"I… I think I feel fine Meli. The bath helped a lot..." Christine
sat on her bed and laid back into the soft mattress. Her eyes
looked up at the ceiling and her hands cupped and caressed her
breasts. With her hands free she wanted to feel the tiny rings
through her nipples. She found the nipples still tender, but
surprisingly not as sore as she thought they would be.

"He does that from time to time. He really does care, despite how
he might use us some days." Melissa perched on the bed next to
Christine and offered a little smile as she leaned forward and
kissed one of those sore little nipples gently. "Can I make you
forgive me for what I did to these?"

Christine didn't have to think long on her answer. The shiver
that Melissa's pink tongue elicited from her made up her mind for
her. "You can try…"