CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Jennifer Everett turned off the ignition of her black sedan and opened the door. As she swung her long legs from under the wheel, her skirt rucked up nearly to her hips. She glanced around, secretly pleased seeing the admiring stares she was getting from the young men in the parking lot. "Even at 38," she thought to herself, "I've still got great legs." She stood and smoothed the knee length dress over her full thighs before she began to walk confidently across the Wells College campus toward her daughters dormitory.

When she reached the building, Jennifer searched in vain for an elevator before walking the two flights to the third floor and down a long hallway to room 327, Kim's room. She knocked and a voice bade her to enter. Stepping into the room, Jennifer was shocked to see a redheaded girl laying on her back on one of the beds. The girl was wearing nothing but a pair of panties although it wasn't surprising in the privacy of her dormitory room. What had shocked her was that the girl was obviously masturbating. She hadn't stopped when Jennifer entered and she still had her hand in her panties.

"Hi, you must be Kim's mother, Jennifer isn't it?" asked the redhead as she swung her legs off of the bed and came to Jennifer, her hand out. When Jennifer hesitated to shake the hand that she had been masturbating with, the girl reached out and took Jennifer's hand with her own, shaking it vigorously. "I'm Ellen Kinsey, Kim's roommate. Perhaps she told you about me?" Jennifer struggled to break the girl's strong grip and pull her hand free. When she succeeded, she wiped her hand on her skirt, trying to remove the sticky substance which clung to her fingers. "Kim mentioned that she had a new roommate," Jennifer said, "but I'm afraid her description was rather, shall I say, incomplete."

Ellen smiled her most insincere smile and retorted, "Well, her description of you wasn't much better. You and Kim could be sisters. If she hadn't told me you were coming, I would never have guessed you were her mother." Ellen was only partly exaggerating. Jennifer didn't look anywhere near her 38 years. With her long, golden hair, slim waist and full hips, she had often been mistaken for a college girl, and she was vain enough to enjoy it. Jennifer shook her hair and looked Ellen up and down. The redhead was nearly the same height as she was, and her bust was obviously the equal of Jennifer's. But Jennifer observed with satisfaction that the girl's waist and hips were several sizes bigger than her own, and, though many years younger, she was, of course, heavier.

"Where's Kim?" Jennifer asked, awkwardly trying to change the subject. "Oh, I think she's up at Dean Gormley's with Ms Dodge, her department head. I think it may be a matter of discipline." At the mention of discipline, Jennifer looked concerned and Ellen inquired, "Did she say anything to you about a discipline problem?" "No," Jennifer replied, "but I've noticed that she seems to be preoccupied, or worried, about something. The few times we've talked she seemed to be reluctant to discuss much of anything. Is anything wrong?"

"I'm sorry," said Ellen, "I didn't mean to give you the wrong impression. Kim's not in any trouble. I believe Kim is assisting the Dean and Ms Dodge in a discipline matter involving another student. You have nothing to worry about, Kim's fine."

Nothing could have been further from the truth. As Jennifer was chatting with Ellen, Kim was spread eagled across Dean Gormley's lap as Martina Dodge spanked her. When she had finished, Martina lifted Kim's head by the hair and looked into her face. "Do you understand what you are to do?" she asked. Kim nodded glumly. "Tell us, dear, just so we'll know you have it right," prompted Joanna Gormley stroking Kim's ass cheeks with her hand.

"I'm to go back to the dormitory and get my mother. Ellen will be keeping her occupied until I return. I am to tell her that I have to assist you with an important matter and won't be able to spend much time with her. I'm to inform her that Ms Dodge is anxious to meet her and give her directions to Ms Dodge's house. When she leaves I'm to return to you, Dean Gormley, for instructions."

"Very good, Kim," said Martina. "What are you to say if she asks if everything is all right?" Kim wriggled on Joanna's lap to get more comfortable before replying, "Everything is great Mother. I think I'll make the Dean's List this semester." Dean Gormley gave the lithe blonde a smack with her open palm, causing Kim's body to tense, and asked, "What are you to tell her about Ellen, if she asks?" "That she has been very helpful to me. She's Ms Dodge's teaching assistant, and an outstanding student. I'm lucky to have her for a roommate."

Dean Gormley pushed Kim off of her lap and touched the wet spot on her thigh where she had been laying. Holding up her hand for Martina to see, she announced, "It looks as if our girl is learning to enjoy these sessions." Then she broke into laughter. "OK, Kim," said Martina, "wash your face and get dressed, we don't want you to keep your mother waiting too long. Besides, I don't want Ellen getting too friendly with her and frightening her away." At the mention of Ellen and her mother, Kim scrambled into her clothes and ran a cold cloth over her face, hoping to hide the tell-signs she'd been crying again.

Meanwhile, back at the dormitory, Ellen had put her arm around Jennifer and guided her to the bed. "I'm sorry we don't have any chairs for guests," she said, "but we don't do much entertaining. We're usually studying." Jennifer glanced at the girl to see if she were mocking her, but she betrayed no hint of lying. "Would you like to look around," Ellen asked, "I'd be glad to show you some of the local sights until Kim returns, she may be a while."

"Thank you," began Jennifer, but before she could complete her polite refusal, Ellen was beginning to stand, placing her hand on Jennifer's thigh for support. Jennifer thought the hand lingered longer than was necessary, but she said nothing. The redhead turned to face Jennifer, her cunt only inches from the blonde's face. She could smell the woman-smell of Ellen's excited pussy. "I'll just throw on a dress and we'll be off then," said Ellen who whipped a shift out of her closet and slid it over her head. "Come on," she said, slipping on a pair of tennis shoes. Taking Jennifer by the hand she lead her out of the room and down the stairs.

Jennifer was very uncomfortable with her daughter's roommate. It seemed to her that this redheaded girl was going out of her way to shock her, as if testing her reactions. Several of her moves had been particularly provocative, and Jennifer wondered if she were being deliberately forward, trying to elicit a reaction. She was wondering whether her daughter's roommate might be a lesbian, when she saw Kim approaching.

Jennifer tried to pull her hand free of Ellen's grip, but the girl was surprisingly powerful. It was only with some effort that she finally freed her hand. "Mommy, how are you?" Kim gushed, "I'm sorry I wasn't here to meet you." "It's alright, Kim," interrupted Ellen, "I kept Jennifer entertained." Kim glanced at her mother, and Jennifer thought she saw a hint of panic in her daughter's face. "Your roommate was very proper," Jennifer said trying to relieve Kim's anxiety, "we got along famously."

Kim turned to Ellen who was smiling widely, knowing that this reaction would annoy Kim the most. "I'm afraid I can't stay with you Mother," Kim said, "I have to get back to Dean Gormley's. But Ms. Dodge, my faculty advisor would like to meet you. I told her that you'd come by this afternoon for tea. I hope you don't mind." "Not at all," Jennifer said innocently, "I'd love to meet Ms. Dodge." At this point, Ellen jumped into the conversation. "Gee, Jennifer," she said, continuing to use the familiar tone with this woman who was almost twice her age, "I'm going right past Ms. Dodge's house. I'd be happy to walk you there, or if the walk would be too strenuous, we could take your car."

Jennifer and Kim both realized that the "too strenuous" remark referred to Jennifer's age. Vanity was Jennifer's Achilles heel, and she was determined not to let this girl show her up in front of her daughter. "I'm sure that I can keep up with you Ellen," she said. "Besides, the walking would probably do you some good." Jennifer had scored with her reference to Ellen's generous hips, and she noted with satisfaction the red color rising in the girl's cheeks. "We'll see you later," Ellen said to Kim, dismissing the young girl. "Let's go Jennifer," she said taking Jennifer's hand in her own and starting to walk at a brisk pace.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Jennifer blew a kiss to Kim and took off with Ellen. The young woman kept up a brisk pace, however, and Jennifer was unable to keep up with her. Kim's mother had never been too interested in fitness or exercise although she did swim regularly to maintain her figure. Other than daily exercises to firm and tone her breasts, she rarely exercised. That failure now began to take its toll as she followed the youthful Ellen up and down the campus hills. Whenever Jennifer seemed to be gaining, Ellen would turn on to another street with a steep hill. By the time Ellen stopped in front of Martina's house, Jennifer's face was flushed and she was perspiring heavily.

"You're sweating," said Ellen without a trace of exhaustion. "Here let me," she pulling a hankerchief from her pocket, "you wouldn't want Ms. Dodge to think you had the hots for her," she giggled as if she were in on a secret. Jennifer was breathing heavily, and welcomed the chance to catch her breath before meeting Kim's department head. She stood with hands on hips as Ellen, her hand behind Jennifer's head, wiped the sweat from the woman's face. Before Jennifer realized what was happening, Ellen pulled the top of her dress open and shoved her hand between her breasts, rubbing it across her nipples.

"What do you think you're doing?" Jennifer asked as she pulled away. Ellen smiled her wickedest smile, chuckled and said: "I was just drying you off. You were sweating like a pig, Jennifer." The woman blushed at the thought of being compared to a pig. She had put up with about as much as she was going to from this girl. "You've been insolent since we met," she said, "you're not so old I can't still take you across my knee and spank you."

Ellen's eyes narrowed as she studied Jennifer's face. "You might be old enough," Ellen said threatingly, "but I don't think you're woman enough. Be careful what you wish for, you just might get the opportunity." A shudder ran up Jennifer's spine as she realized that this girl was hoping to goad her into a fight that Jennifer may not win. She decided to drop the issue and turned toward Ms Dodge's house, looking forward to a cup of tea and some civilized conversation.

Jennifer knocked on the door and it was opened almost immediately by an attractive brunette. Jennifer noted that the woman was a couple of inches taller than she was, with broad shoulders and wide hips. "I'm Martina Dodge," she said, "you must be Jennifer Everett. I'm so happy to finally meet you. Please come in." Martina stepped aside and, taking Jennifer by the elbow, guided the blonde into the living room. As the door swung shut, Ellen slipped inside, unseen by the distracted Jennifer.

Martina motioned Jennifer to a low sofa in the center of the room. When she sat, Jennifer crossed her legs giving Martina a good look at her long, pale legs. Martina stood in front of Jennifer and looked down at her. "Would you care for some tea?" she asked. "I'd love some, thank you," Jennifer responded. When Martina bent to pour, she made sure that her huge (42D) breasts were exposed to Jennifer's glance. At the same time, she was looking down the front of the blonde's black dress, which Ellen had thoughtfully opened for her and Jennifer had neglected to re-button. Martina smiled at the expanse of pale skin that she saw.

"Your daughter has been a real find for me," Martina said. "We're very proud of her," Jennifer responded. "Tell me," she continued, "what is this discipline matter that Kim is involved in? I hope she's not in any trouble."

"Oh, no," Martina lied, "It seems that one of the girls in Kim's dorm has gotten herself in trouble. I asked Kim to sit in on the hearing because she knows her, that's all."

"I'm glad. Her father and I are very proud of Kim. If anything happened to her," Jennifer said, "it would kill her father."

That was the opening that Martina had been waiting for. "I'm glad you said that," she said, "I have recently come into possession of some pictures that worry me greatly." She reached into her desk and pulled out a packet of polaroid pictures. Jennifer reached for them, but Martina held them just out of her reach. "I just returned from Dean Gormley's house. I spoke very highly of Kim. She's one of the students here that I think most admire."

"Thank you," Jennifer said grinning widely. She wondered what this woman was leading to. "Unfortunately," Martina continued, "these pictures show a side of Kim that I never knew existed." Jennifer rose to her feet and reached for the packet. Martina turned her body, however, shielding the pictures from Jennifer's grasp.

"Before I show you the pictures," Martina said, "I want to explain something. The girl in the photos with Kim is the one who is currently facing disciplinary action. Despite my high regard for Kim, I may have to give these photos to Dean Gormley. I'm sorry." With that, Martina handed the pictures to Jennifer. She took them and, with trembling hands, turned from one to the other. They were the pictures that Ellen had taken of Kim and Christina after the fight in which Ellen had knocked Kim out.

Jennifer sat down heavily on the sofa, the pictures slid from her hands onto the floor. "She couldn't have . . ." Jennifer muttered, "not Kim. It's not possible." "I'm sorry," Martina said soothingly, "but I'm afraid it is true. If these pictures are made public, Kim will have to be expelled. Dean Gormley will have no choice."

Jennifer looked at Martina desperately, "Is there anything you can do? If it's a matter of money, my husband . . ." Martina held up her hand. "It's not money. But there is something, . . ." This was the moment of truth for Martina. There was only one response that she wanted from Jennifer, and she got it! "I'll do anything," Jennifer said, "whatever it takes to keep my baby out of trouble, I'll do it." Martina sighed and sat down next to Jennifer, placing her hand on the woman's thigh.

"Tell me Jennifer, . . . may I call you Jenny?" Jennifer nodded silently, "Tell me Jenny, have you ever been in a fight with another woman, ever?" Jennifer looked at Martina and blinked dumbly. "Well," she said, "when I was a waitress, many years ago, I had a fight with another girl over some tips. Then there was a fight with Beverly Thompson in high school over some guy. Funny, I don't even remember his name. Why?"

"Well," Martina said, "I like to wrestle. Actually, I love to wrestle other women. Needless to say, there aren't many women on the faculty who are willing to wrestle me. Of course," she lied, "I can't wrestle any of the students." Jennifer looked confused. She still didn't understand what Martina was getting at. She continued, "I'm willing to destroy the photos of Kim, but I want you to wrestle me. If you win, I'll give you the photos. If I win, you do something for me. I know!" she exclaimed, "You could be my slave. You know, like clean my house or something."

Jennifer was confused and she couldn't think clearly. She was still disoriented by the shock of the photos of Kim and another girl. Even so, she was nobody's fool. "You give me all the photos," she said, "win or lose. You get an opponent, that's all you really want anyway." Martina pretended to think about it, but she had already gotten what she wanted, a fight with Jennifer. Ever since she saw Kim's photo of her mother, she had wanted to get her hands on the blonde's breasts. Now she would get what she wanted. "OK, it's a deal." Martina said.

"When and where," asked Jennifer. "Right here, right now," announced Martina, holding up the pictures. "But," said Jennifer stalling for time, "I can't wrestle dressed like this." She ran her hands down her sides, as if modeling her cocktail dress. "That's no problem," said Martina, "after all, it's just us girls. We'll both strip down to our underwear. Since we'll be wrestling inside, nobody will see us. Come on." Martina began unbuttoning her blouse, exposing her large breasts which were contained in a tiny half bra.

"Wait a minute," protested Jennifer, "I can't wrestle you in my underwear. What if someone sees us?" "Look Jennifer," said Martina, "I'm risking my job for Kim. If anyone sees us, I'll have to explain why I didn't give the photo's to Dean Gormley. If you can't wrestle now, I'm not going to take that chance. I'll have to give her the pictures." Jennifer hesitated. "I'm not wearing a bra," she finally said. "Can you loan me one?" Martina looked down at her own breasts and then at Jennifer's. "I'm afraid mine would be a couple of sizes too big. But I tell you what, to make things even, I'll take mine off too." Jennifer shrugged, "I guess I've got no choice if I want to save Kim's college career. OK, Martina, let's get it over with."

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Jennifer reached down and grasped the hem of her dress and pulled it over her head. She stood before Martina in only her panties, garter belt and stockings. Martina finished removing her blouse, skirt and finally, her bra. Jennifer gasped at the sight of Martina's breasts, larger than her own by far, but without any sag or softness. They were hard, firm and the nipples were pointed right at Jennifer. The areolas were large and dark.

"Are they real, or do you have implants?" she asked in awe. "Sure they're real, touch 'em," Martina said, "They won't bite." She stepped close to Jennifer and arched her back, thrusting her bosom forward. Tentatively, Jennifer touched Martina's breasts with her index finger. Martina had been eying Jennifer's luscious orbs and asked, "May I?" Jennifer swallowed hard and nodded. Martina clasped both of the blonde's breasts in her large hands and rolled them against Jennifer's ribcage. Her thumbs and forefingers squeezed and pinched the nipples, causing them to become erect.

Jennifer sighed and placed her hands on Martina's elbows, looking up at the taller woman with pleading eyes, "Don't . . ." was all she said. Martina was not inclined toward mercy, however, and continued to manipulate the blonde's breasts, increasing her excitement. When Jennifer's breath was coming in deep, ragged gasps, Martina slid her knee between the woman's legs, forcing them apart with her muscular thigh. Martina rubbed her thigh against Jennifer's pubic mound, bringing her closer to complete surrender.

But Martina didn't want Jennifer to surrender without a fight. She hooked her leg behind Jennifer's ankle and, using her breasthold, pushed the blonde onto her back. Jennifer never let go of Martina's elbows with her hands and, when her back hit the floor, Martina heard the wind gush out of Jennifer's lungs. Jennifer writhed against Martina's hands, trying to regain her breath, her legs clamped against the brunette's thigh. Martina released her hold and stood up.

Slowly, Jennifer came out of the fog of sexual excitement that Martina had put her in. "What . . ., Why . . ." she gasped. "If you want those pictures," Martina said, "you'll have to wrestle for them. If I wanted some whore to let me paw her breasts, I could have hired one. If you won't fight, you don't get the photos. So, do we fight, or not. If you want a woman to make love to you, I'll gladly do that, but after we fight. What do you say?"

Jennifer looked at Martina who towered over her. "You bitch," she said, "I agreed to wrestle you and I will. But if you ever call me a whore, I'll kill you." Jennifer scrambled to her feet and faced Martina. Although Jennifer was only 2 inches shorter than Martina, the teacher outweighed her by almost 20 pounds. All the other factors also favored Martina. She was 5 years younger, in better condition, and an experienced catfighter. Jennifer's only fights had been years ago.

Jennifer rushed at Martina who easily avoided the amateurish tactic by sidestepping. As Jennifer barreled past, Martina stuck out her foot and tripped the blonde. Jennifer skidded to a stop on the carpet, with the fibers burning her breasts as she fell. She rose clutching her tits, rubbed raw by the carpet. Martina closed quickly and grabbed a handful of the woman's long blonde hair. Martina swung Jennifer around and slammed her against the wall.

Jennifer's head hit the wall and, stunned, she slumped to the floor on her knees. Martina picked the blonde up from behind, her hands sliding beneath Jennifer's arms to grip the pale breasts. As she dragged the blonde to her feet, Jennifer tried to claw at the fingers squeezing her raw, tender breasts. Martina swung Jennifer around in a circle, holding her by her tits. After a few swings, Martina released her hold and Jennifer flew to the floor, landing on her ass. The impact jolted the woman's spine, causing her teeth to chatter and numbing her legs.

Jennifer rolled onto her stomach and vainly tried to get her feet under her. She was still on her hands and knees, when Martina delivered a kick to her stomach, flipping her onto her back and knocking the wind out of her once more. Jennifer lay on her back trying to catch her breath. Martina bent over the woman and, in one swift motion, stripped her panties down her legs and over her feet. The blushing mother tried to cover the light brown growth of hair on her groin with her hands.

Martina took advantage of Jennifer's modesty and, grasping her by the ankles, rolled her onto her stomach. The cruel teacher, showing no mercy, continued her onslaught by leaping on Jennifer's back. Once again, she reached under the woman's arms and clamped her hands on the blonde's already tortured breasts. Leaning back, Martina pulled the upper portion of Jennifer's body off of the floor, bending her spine. Jennifer's arms flailed the air and she shrieked in pain, her feet beating on the floor. "I give up," she moaned.

"Not yet you don't" said Martina, "We're just getting started." She let go of Jennifer's breasts and the blonde flopped onto her stomach, her arms spread limp on the carpet. Martina stood with her legs astride Jennifer's waist and pulled the blonde woman to her knees by her hair. "Please, no more," Jennifer begged. "Sorry Mommy," Martina teased, "but I'm not through yet." Martina forced Jennifer to walk on her knees by dragging her by the hair. Soon, her knees were red and raw from the nylon carpet.

Martina forced Jennifer to stand and face her. When she did, the teacher pulled a handful of brown pubic hair from Jennifer's crotch. She held it in front of Jennifer's tear stained eyes. "This doesn't match your head, does it?" The blonde shook her head. "I can't hear you," Martina said. "No," Jennifer whispered, "it doesn't match." "Why is that?" Martina continued with her humiliation. "I dye my hair," Jennifer sobbed. "Why do you dye it?" Martina continued with her verbal destruction. "I . . . I don't know," gasped Jennifer.

"Yes you do know," Martina said, "Tell me why you dye it." "I want to look younger," Jennifer sobbed, "maybe it's vanity, I don't know. Please, let me go. You've had your fun. Please." "Before I let you go," Martina asked, "would you like to meet a friend of mine?" "Please, no." begged Jennifer. "Well, she'd like to meet you. In fact, you've already met. But she'd like to meet you - up close and personal - as she says. Ellen, come in here."

CHAPTER TWENTY

Ellen had been watching everything from the other room. Now she stripped off her clothes and walked naked into the living room. Jennifer looked up and, upon recognizing the girl who had tormented her earlier, she broke down and sobbed uncontrollably. "Oh God, no, please," she begged, her hands on Martina's thighs, "not her, please Martina." The brunette shoved Jennifer away and sat down on the sofa. "She's all yours Ellen." she said.

Ellen was disappointed that Martina had beaten Jennifer so easily, but she intended to take full advantage of the situation. "You think you're old enough to take my pants down and spank me, do you? Well, my pants are down, what are you going to do about it?" Ellen grabbed Jennifer's hair in both hands and pulled her face close. "Watch closely, Jenny," she enjoyed using the belittling form of the woman's name, "Jenny is going to get a spanking. Jenny has been a bad girl." Jennifer was crying and trying to turn her head to look at Martina in hopes of her merciful intervention.

"Please, Martina," she pleaded, "don't let her do this. It's too degrading, I'll do anything if you stop her, please." Ellen looked at Martina, who waved for the girl to continue. Ellen took hold of Jennifer's hair with one hand and cupped her between the legs with the other. Using this grip, she forced the blonde to crawl across the floor to the middle of the room. Once there, Ellen sat down and slid one leg underneath Jennifer. The other she placed over Jennifer's near leg, hooking her foot under the far leg. This pinned the blonde's hip to the floor and tilted her body slightly toward Ellen. Releasing her hold on Jennifer's hair, she reached over the blonde's shoulder and clamped a hold on a breast.

She pulled up on the breast, forcing Jennifer to lift her far shoulder and rotate her entire body toward Ellen. Now the redhead began a steady spanking of Jennifer's furthest ass cheek. When she deemed that this cheek had reached a proper red hue, she simple relaxed her right leg which permitted Jennifer's hips to roll away from her. This made her near ass cheek accessible and Ellen centered her attention on this orb. By alternately raising and lowering Jennifer's right leg, Ellen was able to expose either of the woman's cheeks at will. In addition, her grip on the breast was alternately loose or tight depending upon how she wanted the woman to turn. In this way, Ellen was able to spank all of Jennifer's ass as well as her upper thighs.

Finally, Martina knelt in front of Jennifer and asked her, "Are you ready to do anything, and I mean anything, to end this torture. Before you answer, consider that Ellen is a strong young lady and she can go for hours, if necessary." Jennifer didn't need any extra incentive. Through her tears, she gasped to Martina, "Make her stop. I'll do anything, make her stop. Please Martina, I swear, I'll do anything, anything." Martina nodded to Ellen who sighed and rolled Jennifer off of her lap and onto her back on the floor. Ellen lay down full length on top of Jennifer. She started kissing the blonde's neck, while she rubbed her breasts against Jennifer's. When she tried to kiss Jennifer on the mouth, however, the blonde shook her head from side to side.

Ellen sat up and slapped Jennifer's breasts as hard as she could. Martina said, "You said you'd do anything, Jenny. Did you mean it, or shall I tell Ellen to start again?" Jennifer looked up at Ellen and, sobbing, puckered her lips. Ellen again lay on top of Jennifer, and this time she met no resistance. Ellen kissed Jennifer for several minutes, one of her hands rubbing Jennifer's breasts and the other working between her thighs. Martina was pleased to see Jennifer's body tense, shudder and then stiffen. Ellen looked up at Martina and smiled, "That's the first one. I think blondie may be naturally submissive." She stood up and walked into the other room.

Martina lifted Jennifer to her feet by the arm. Keeping a tight grip on the woman's elbow, Martina steered her into the bedroom. Jennifer stopped in the doorway when she saw Ellen lying on the bed twirling a pair of handcuffs. "Please no," she said, but Martina was insistent. Taking a grip on Jennifer's hair with her free hand, Martina forced the blonde onto the bed next to Ellen. The young redhead slapped the handcuffs on Jennifer's right wrist and clamped the other end to the brass headboard. The blonde pulled and tugged, but was unable to free herself.

Ellen produced another pair of handcuffs and shackled Jennifer's left wrist in a similar manner. She now lay on her back, her arms spread-eagled and manacled to the headboard. Martina looked at her and licked her lips as she watched the rise and fall of Jennifer's large, pale breasts as she tried to catch her breath. While Martina went into the living room to get her camera, Ellen knelt between the woman's legs, her hands caressing the pale flesh inside Jennifer's thighs.

When Martina returned, Jennifer saw the camera and went crazy. She writhed and thrashed about the bed attempting to break the handcuffs that held her pinned to the bed. Ellen held Jennifer's hips with both hands and enjoyed the sensation as their pussy's rubbed together. "You bitch," Jennifer cried, "I'll kill you. I won't let you take pictures of me. I'd rather be dead, let me up I'll kill you!"

Martina waited calmly as her prisoner vented her anger. Finally, as Jennifer realized the hopelessness of her position, she calmed down, resigning herself to the inevitable. It was then that Martina spoke in a low, calm tone, "You promised to do anything, if I made Ellen stop spanking. I kept my part of the bargain. Are you a woman of your word? If not, Ellen and I would both enjoy dragging you to the floor and resuming your torture. Believe me, it will be only a matter of time until you do anything we order you to anyway. Why not do it now and save the wear and tear on your body. After all, you've only got a few good years left in it."

Martina's remarks about her age revived Jennifer's anger, but she admitted to herself that she had no option. Only Kim knew where she was, and she doubted that her daughter was capable of rescuing her. In fact, she wasn't sure whether Kim even knew she was in trouble. "Alright," she sighed, "let's get it over with, so that I can get out of here." Ellen resumed her kneading of Jennifer's thighs and soon had the older woman's chest heaving with passion, in spite of herself.

When she felt the heat rising from Jennifer's cunt, Ellen lowered her head and began to tongue the blonde's clitoris. A jolt like electricity coursed through Jennifer, lifting her hips off of the bed. As Ellen used her tongue on Jennifer's pussy, she was using her hands on the blonde's large breasts. Her nipples were hard and pointed straight up at the ceiling. Ellen's expert use of her tongue soon had Jennifer's hips pumping in rhythm with her tongueing as she pushed Kim's mother closer and closer to a climax. When she climaxed, Jennifer screamed in ecstasy and clamped her thighs around Ellen's head, her hips continuing to pump against the redhead's face.

While this was happening, Martina had been snapping pictures with her camera. They were exactly the kind that she had hoped to get. Ellen sat up and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Turning to Martina she said, "Boy, she's one sweet cunt. You wanna try?" Martina knelt on the edge of the bed and handed the camera to Ellen. She held up the key so Jennifer could see it. "You said you'd do anything," she reminded the perspiring blonde, "now I want you to lick my pussy."

Jennifer was too exhausted to resist and merely nodded. Martina unlocked the handcuffs and, as the blonde tried to rub some feeling back into her wrists, Martina lay on her back and spread her legs. Jennifer looked back at Ellen who had lowered the camera and moved to block an attempted escape through the door. Jennifer bowed her head and began savoring Martina's cunt. It was the first she had tasted and was surprised that it tasted slightly salty. She had expected something entirely different.

As she licked, Jennifer was aware of the clicking of Ellen's camera, first off to one side and then behind her. When the teacher grasped her hair and pulled her face deeper into her groin, however, all sounds were muffled by Martina's muscular thighs which closed around Jennifer's ears. Soon, the brunette's hips were moving up and down, back and forth, as her excitement increased. After she climaxed, Martina pulled Jennifer's head from between her thighs by the hair until their faces were only inches apart.

Martina kissed Jennifer a long, slow, passionate kiss which raised the blonde's temperature several degrees. She was astounded at how her body was responding to these lesbians, as if she were unable to control it. Martina grasped Jennifer's knees and pulled them forward, bringing her into a sitting position astride Martina's hips. Jennifer laid her head back, letting her long, blonde hair fall from her shoulders as she arched her back. She placed her hands on Martina's huge breasts, letting the nipples slide between her fingers. As she did, she was pleased to hear the brunette emit a groan of pleasure.

Suddenly, Jennifer was aware of her own breasts being grasped from behind. Turning her head, she looked into Ellen's green eyes only inches from her own. The redhead kissed her gently as she fondled her breasts while Martina's hands slipped between her legs and started a slow, steady pressure on her blood-engorged clitoris. The two women slowly brought her to full arousal before rolling her onto her side. They lay on either side of her, their tongues working magic on her creamy body. She climaxed for the second, or was it the third?, time that afternoon.

The three women lay side by side on the bed without talking, Jennifer in the middle. Finally, Martina and Ellen rose and kissed each other. Ellen left the others and went into the living room. Jennifer turned to Martina and asked, "What happens next? Have you finished with me, or is there more?" Martina smiled, "There is nothing more. You may go if you wish, or you may stay here, with me, for the rest of the afternoon. It's your choice." Jennifer scrambled off of the bed and started toward the living room.

CHAPTER TWENTY ONE

At the doorway, she met Ellen. The redhead was already dressed and she was carrying Jennifer's clothes. "Let me help you," Ellen said huskily. "I can do it myself," said the blonde as she snatched her clothes from the redheaded girl. Jennifer dressed quickly in full view of the others. "No time now for false modesty," she thought to herself, "they've already seen everything." Straightening her hair, which was now matted with sweat, she turned to leave. "I'll walk you back to the dorm," offered Ellen smiling sincerely.

"I don't need your help," Jennifer bristled, "I can get back just fine by myself." At that, she pushed her way past Ellen and strode toward the front door purposefully. Ellen followed several steps behind. When Jennifer reached the street she looked both ways, trying to remember which way they had come. Finally, she turned right and started up the street. She had only gone a few yards when Ellen appeared at her elbow. "You turned the wrong way," she whispered, "Follow me." She added condescendingly, "I'll walk slowly." She turned around and walked back the way they had come.

Ellen maintained an even pace, but Jennifer had no trouble keeping up with the younger woman this time. Once they were out of sight of Martina's house, Ellen turned and faced the older blonde. Placing her hand on Jennifer's arm she asked urgently, "Please don't say anything about this to Kim. She's my only friend on campus, and I don't want to lose her friendship." Jennifer was shocked. This young woman had spanked her and then made love to her, now she asked her not to tell her daughter, because they were friends!

"Why should I help you remain friends with Kim?" she asked incredulously. "Because Mrs Everett, Kim and I were both trapped by Ms. Dodge. I didn't want to do this anymore than Kim did when Martina took those pictures of her that she showed you." "The pictures!" exclaimed Jennifer, "I left the pictures at that woman's house. Damn, I'll have to go back and try to get them." She turned and started back toward Martina's. "Wait," said Ellen holding her arm, "let me get them. Maybe it will prove I'm not your enemy. I'll give them to Kim, or I could bring them to you at your motel. Where are you staying?" Without thinking Jennifer responded, "At the King's Court, number 57. And please, don't say anything to Kim about the pictures, I don't want her to know that I know. She's probably embarrassed enough without knowing that I found out, OK?"

"Sure Jennifer, I understand," said Ellen, "I won't say a word to her, I promise. Look, the dorm is straight down this street 5 blocks, then turn right for 4 blocks and left 2 more. You'll see it from there. I'll go back and get your pictures. I'll come to your room tonight after dinner. See you later." Ellen turned and strode briskly back down the street towards Martina's house.

When she arrived, she let herself in and went straight to the bedroom. There on the bed lay Martina and Kim. "It went just like you said," Ellen gloated, "she fell for it hook, line and sinker. What a patsy!" Kim flushed at Ellen's unflattering description of her mother. She was grief stricken at her betrayal of her mother, and now Martina was planning even worse for the proud woman that Kim had, until this mimute, resented as her only rival for her father's affection.

"She's going to wait for me after dinner in her motel room," Ellen explained, "I'll take a couple of the one's with Barbara also. After I show them to her, I'll tell her that Martina wants her back tomorrow to negotiate for the rest. I'll try to get her here in the morning, say 10:00?" "That's fine," said Martina, "the earlier we start, the better. You come about 11:00 Kim, you got that?" Kim nodded glumly, "Do I have to be a party to this? Haven't I done enough?"

"You'll do even more," Martina said, "if you know what's good for you. Tonight, for example, I want you to meet her for dinner, get her drunk. Take her to Victor's on Madison. Get a table in the back where Marie can wait on you. I don't want Ellen to have any problems with her later." "Please," Kim pleaded, "don't make me do it. I don't want to betray her confidence." "You'll do as I say," Martina said, "otherwise those pictures of you will be distributed for everyone on campus to see. If that happens, your career at Wells is finished." Kim slumped against Martina, "All right," she said, "I'll do it."

That evening, Kim and Jennifer met at Victor's, one of the campus "beer joints." Jennifer was despondent about the events of that afternoon, and Kim had little trouble enticing her mother to drink heavily. In addition, Marie, the waitress, was serving Jennifer doubles and she made sure that the food portions were particularly tiny. By 8:00pm, Jennifer was unsteady on her feet and Kim had to help her back to her motel. As she aided Jennifer from the car, Kim saw Ellen waiting in the shadows. Ellen walked over and supported Jennifer on one side, while Kim held her on the other. Kim fumbled in her mother's purse for the room key and, when she found it, opened the door.

As Kim reached to assist Jennifer, Ellen put out her hand to stop the young blonde. "I'll take her from here," she said, "you go back to the dorm." Sobbing, Kim clambered back into her mother's car and drove slowly away. Ellen, her arm around Jennifer's waist, carried the woman into her room and sat her on the bed. "Ellen!" said Jennifer, "Wot you doon 'eer?" "I came with the pictures," said the young redhead, "as I promised. You look like you've had quite a night, can I help you?"

Before Jennifer could reply, Ellen unbuttoned the woman's suit coat and blouse. She slid the blouse down Jennifer's slender arms, and tossed it on the other bed. She lay the older woman on her back and, unzipped the waist of the skirt, grasped it by the hem and gave it a quick yank, pulling it completely off. Jennifer now lay in an alcohol fog, clad only in her half bra and bikini panties. Ellen looked at the 38 year old blonde and thought to herself, "I hope I look this good at her age."

Ellen slipped Jennifer's panties down her legs, and was surprised that the woman lifted her hips to make the task easier. It was at this point that Ellen decided to take advantage of the groggy blonde. She lifted Jennifer's upper body off the bed by her hair and reached behind her, unfastening her bra. She held the bra in her hand and released Jennifer's hair. As the woman fell back, the bra was left in Ellen's hand. With Jennifer stripped, Ellen quickly removed her own clothes and joined her on the double bed.

CHAPTER TWENTY TWO

Ellen spent the night with Jennifer. She would alternately tease the blonde to arousal and, when she responded, would leave her on the edge of satisfaction. By midnight, Ellen had repeated this cycle several times, and Jennifer was pleading for release. Once, Jennifer had tried masturbation to relieve herself, but Ellen had pinned her hands to the bed, causing the older woman to cry with frustration. It was a display of Ellen's cruel nature at its' worst. By three a.m., Jennifer had began to recover from her alcoholic stupor.

"How did you get here?" she demanded, "And where are my clothes?" Ellen didn't respond, but slid her hand between Jennifer's legs from behind, while capturing a breast in the other. Instead of resisting, Jennifer surrendered completely to Ellen's invading fingers and quickly reached a climax. Ellen was not surprised, she had done this before, and the results were always the same. A woman at a certain level of arousal, could no longer resist, no matter how strong her will. Jennifer, Ellen perceived, was a wanton slut deep down inside, perhaps a latent lesbian as well. She vowed to expose that side of Jennifer's character for Kim.

Jennifer slept fitfully. Ellen woke her often to initiate lovemaking. Although she was, by this time, at least semi-sober, Jennifer never resisted Ellen's advances. Ellen found her to be a willing, if not eager, participant. When the morning sun finally broke through the motel window, the women were laying together, their arms around one another, their bodies bathed in sweat. It was Ellen who spoke first, "What a night Jennifer, I've never been made love to like that." Jennifer, her mind unclear about the nights events, blushed a bright scarlet. "Please Ellen, I've never been with a woman before today, er, yesterday. I don't know what came over me, please leave. I can't see you again, you're my daughters roommate, it wouldn't be right."

"Before I go," Ellen began, "there is some unfinished business from yesterday." She rose and picked up her purse from the floor. She removed an envelope and sat down next to Jennifer. When she put her arms around Jennifer, the older woman tried to pull away. "Wait," said Ellen, "look at these first." They looked through the pictures of Kim and Christina. Ellen sat behind Jennifer, her arms around the woman's waist, holding the pictures just under the tips of Jennifer's breasts. When she turned the pictures, Ellen made sure that each one brushed the blonde's nipples. Soon, the tips were hard and erect. When they finished looking at the pictures, Jennifer leaned back against Ellen's breasts, "Thank you, I don't know if I could have faced that bitch Martina again yesterday."

Ellen smiled a tight smile and produced two more pictures. These also showed Kim, but this time with a different woman, a young, black haired woman, not much older than Kim herself. "Who is this?" Jennifer asked, grabbing the picture. "I'm afraid I have some bad news," Ellen said. "Martina has another set of pictures of Kim. This time with one of her teachers, Barbara Hollings." "Damn," said Jennifer, "I've got to get these too. Can you get them for me" "No," sighed Ellen, "but I think we can get them from her if we work together." "What did you have in mind?" Jennifer asked.

The two women showered together and Ellen explained the plan that she and Martina had devised. Once again, Ellen took advantage of their situation by initiating sex. This time, she used her tongue on Jennifer and, afterwards, insisted that she return the favor. By now, Jennifer was becoming quite practiced in the art of Lesbian sex and Ellen had her best climax of the evening. She exited the shower smiling widely.

They arrived at Martina's house at 10:00 a.m., as planned. Jennifer knocked and they waited several moments before Martina opened the door. Ellen entered first, and Jennifer followed. As Jennifer turned to face Martina, she saw that the woman had answered her door in the nude! "If you're coming in, you'll have to remove your clothes," she said. Jennifer turned to say something to Ellen, but she had already began stripping. "I assume you came for the other pictures of Kim. If you want them," Martina said, "you'll have to get them without your clothes. Otherwise, leave and I'll make the pictures public."

Jennifer realized that she had only two options: strip and try to get the pictures, or leave and risk Kim's exposure. She began to remove her clothes. Martina was ecstatic that her plan was now about to succeed. Jennifer had missed her last opportunity to escape. From now on, Martina would be in complete control of both Jennifer and events. Even so, Martina couldn't resist twisting the knife a bit more. As Jennifer bent from the waist to slide down her panties, Martina inserted her hand between the woman's legs, sticking her finger into Jennifer's pussy.

The blonde jerked upright, almost hitting Martina in the face with her head. She tried to turn around, but the brunette had a firm grip on the blonde's pussy. Martina wiggled her fingers and noted with pleasure the reaction it caused in Jennifer. "I'll just keep my hand in," Martina said, "until you finish." Jennifer, moving as quickly as she could, stripped off her bra and kicked her panties away. Martina wiggled her fingers again and pulled them out. She held them up under Jennifer's nose and said, "Lick them clean." Jennifer was too embarrassed to be delicate, and took the fingers fully in her mouth and sucked them dry.

Jennifer never broke eye contact with Martina during the exchange. The teacher was pleased that Kim's mother would not be easily cowed today. "Do you want the pictures of Kim and Barbara?" she needlessly asked. "You know I do, you bitch," Jennifer hissed, "it's the reason I came. What do you want for them? If you want, I'll make love to you. You'd probably like that, you filthy lesbian." Martina glanced at Ellen who smiled and winked. "You call me a lesbian after yesterday?" Martina asked hautily, "Hell, I bet you and Ellen spend last night getting each other off. Right?"

Jennifer blushed and turned to confront Ellen who shrugged, "I didn't tell her, she must have guessed." "Don't worry, Jennifer," Martina said placing her arm around the blonde's shoulder. I can get girls to lick slit anytime. No, I want to see you fight again. Since I beat you so easily yesterday, I thought we'd start with someone easier, like Ellen."

Jennifer glared at the girl she had begun to think was her friend. "Ellen," she asked, "did you know about this?" "Yeah, Jenny," Ellen said, her tone no longer friendly, "we planned this all along. I thought this would be the only way I could get my claws on your boobs. It never occurred to me you were a lez. Hell, last night was the most fun I've had in years."

Martina stepped between the two women before Jennifer could slap Ellen, which is what she tried to do. "Let's go into the living room and get comfortable," said Martina smoothly as she took Jennifer's arm and gently pushed her toward the doorway. When she saw the living room, Jennifer realized that Martina had planned this event well. All the furniture had either been removed or pushed back against the walls. She hated the brunette, but she hated herself even more, for being so predictable. Martina and Ellen had led her around like a child.

"If you defeat Ellen," Martina said, "I'll give you the pictures of Kim with Barbara. If not, I won't. It's that simple. Do we have a deal?" "No," said Jennifer, "I want the pictures, win or lose, just like yesterday. Otherwise, it's no deal." Martina smiled and said sweetly, "Sorry Jenny, but this isn't yesterday. Either you win or you don't get the pictures. If you don't agree, you might as well get dressed and leave. I'll have the photos distributed before dinner." Martina crossed her arms over her huge breasts and looked down at Jennifer, and smiled.

Jennifer realized that she had no choice. All of the power rested with Martina. She had the pictures, and Jennifer was desperate to get them. She had nothing to bargain with except her body, and Martina had already rejected that. Jennifer swallowed hard and nodded, "OK," she said, "I have to win. Let's get on with it."

Ellen and Jennifer circled in the center of Martina's living room, each looking for an opening. Jennifer had time to think after her fight with Martina the day before. She had rushed headlong into the woman's trap and had been easily defeated. This time, she was not only up against someone her own size, but she intended to use mature wisdom to minimize her disadvantages. It was Ellen who struck first, grabbing a handful of Jennifer's blonde hair and shaking the older woman's head from side to side.

Jennifer retaliated by trying to kick the redhead in the stomach but, when she kicked upwards with her right foot, Ellen sidestepped, pulling Jennifer off balance. The elder Everett tumbled to the carpet, landing on her elbow. The shock of her fall caused the arm to go numb and she had to scramble to her feet using only her left arm for support. Ellen, noticing how Jennifer held her injured arm close to her side, moved quickly to the attack.

When Ellen rushed her, Jennifer held up her left arm to deflect the blow which the redhead aimed at Jennifer's head. At the last second, Ellen diverted her hand and grabbed the blonde by the wrist, twisting it behind her into a hammerlock. When Ellen applied pressure to the arm, Jennifer was forced onto her toes in an attempt to relieve the pain in her elbow and shoulder. She tried to spin out of Ellen's grip, but the redhead held her by the hair preventing her escape. Using her holds on the blonde's hair and wrist, Ellen forced Jennifer toward the sofa which had been pushed to the wall.

By this time, Jennifer's right arm had regained its feeling and she swung her elbow backwards, striking Ellen in the breast. Jennifer enjoyed the gasp of pain that her tormentor emitted and she repeated the tactic. Ellen was unable to maintain her grip on Jennifer's wrist and she backed away, clutching her wounded breast in her hands. Jennifer turned toward Ellen, this time trying to regain feeling back in her left arm. Martina was surprised at Jennifer's success so far and she urged Ellen to resume her attack.

Jennifer moved slowly toward Ellen taunting her, "I told you yesterday I ought to take your pants down and spank you, it looks like I won't have to worry about your panties." Ellen continued to massage her wounded breast as she backed away from Jennifer. When the blonde had closed the distance, however, Ellen turned and delivered a karate kick low into Jennifer's stomach. The 38 year old doubled over and dropped to her knees, clutching her stomach.

Ellen again grabbed Jennifer by the hair and delivered a series of hard slaps to the blonde's face, turning it a bright crimson and causing tears to well up in her eyes. When Ellen drew back her hand again, Jennifer reached up and grasped the redhead's breasts in both hands, squeezing as hard as she could. Ellen lowered her hand and grabbed the blonde's wrists, trying to break her hold. She finally succeeded in prying Jennifer's hands away, but not before she raked the large breasts with her nails.

The two women continued for the next several minutes in this way. Ellen would attack Jennifer's midsection and she would respond with attacks on Ellen's breasts.

When Kim arrived at 11:00 a.m., and let herself in through the back door, she was greeted by the sight of her mother and her roommate rolling naked across Martina's floor tugging at each other's hair. As they struggled to their feet, Jennifer maneuvered behind Ellen and grabbed her by the hair. Ellen tried to turn to face her attacker, but her hair was too short to allow her to turn. Jennifer hooked her foot in front of Ellen and pushed, trying to trip her to the floor.

The redhead maintained her balance, however, and managed to stumble forward, avoiding a fall. Her momentum carried her to the sofa and Jennifer shoved her over the back of the cushions and fell on top of her, pinning her. Jennifer now lay on top of Ellen who was doubled over the back of the sofa with her ass sticking up in the air. Taking advantage of the position, the blonde began spanking Ellen as hard as possible, given their positions.

Despite her struggles, Ellen was unable to overcome Jennifer's positional advantage. "You think you're woman enough, huh?" Jennifer taunted, "Well, how do you like having your ass beaten like the little troublemaker you are?" Jennifer beat Ellen's pale skin until it was a rosy red color. The young woman was beginning to sob when Kim spoke for the first time, "Give it to her Mom. Give it to her good."

Kim's arrival signaled the turning point in the match. Jennifer had been giving a good account of herself against a much younger Ellen. Her lack of conditioning was beginning to show, however, as her breathing became more labored, and her blows were delivered with less and less power.

When Jennifer turned to look at Kim, Ellen was able topple her from her position, dumping the blonde on her ass. Ellen followed up her advantage by kicking Jennifer in the stomach. The kick took all of the remaining energy from Jennifer. Clutching her gut, Jennifer vomited on Martina's living room rug. All of the booze that Kim had poured into her the previous night came up, along with her breakfast.

CHAPTER TWENTY THREE

Ellen lifted Jennifer's face by the hair and delivered a punch with her fist on the side of the blonde's jaw. Jennifer pitched forward on her face in the puddle of vomit. She tried to rise, but her hands slipped and she fell again. Ellen was angry at having her ass spanked by a woman who was almost twice her age and she was determined to exact her revenge.

The first thing she did was roll Jennifer onto her back. Kneeling astride the blonde's waist, Ellen raked her fingernails across Jennifer's big bosom, leaving red streaks on the pale flesh. The pain jolted the older woman from her stupor and she thrashed about clutching her breasts. "Old woman," Ellen teased, "you smell like you've been swimming in your own vomit. You have to learn to hold your liquor."

Jennifer blushed and rolled onto her hands and knees. She tried to rise, but Ellen kicked her arms out from under her, causing her to collapse on her breasts. When she hit the floor, the blonde uttered a very unladylike grunt, bringing a thin smile to Ellen's face. The redhead bent and raked her fingernails across Jennifer's ass cheeks, bringing howls of pain from the blonde and making her roll onto her back again.

Ellen sat on Jennifer's thighs and, when the blonde woman tried to sit up and grab her, Ellen drove a fist to her breast. As she dropped her hands to cover her breasts, Jennifer left her face unprotected. Ellen switched her attack to the woman's face slamming her fist into Jennifer's nose. When the blow landed, the blonde flopped onto her back and her eyes rolled back as her head struck the floor.

Jennifer lay quiet, her arms spread out on the carpet. Ellen still sat on the blonde's thighs. To rouse Jennifer, Ellen clawed at her pussy, tearing out handfuls of blond hair. "Careful Ellen," cautioned Martina, "we still want her looking presentable in the pictures." Ellen shrugged and stood up, "She'll be out for a while, I guess." She turned to Kim, "We might as well start getting you ready," she said advancing toward the cowering girl.

"Please don't hurt her any more, Ellen," Kim said begging for mercy for her mother. Ellen grabbed Kim by the blouse and yanked. The material came away with a loud tearing sound in her hand, exposing Kim's braless, petite breasts. Ellen slapped her across the breasts, backing Kim into a corner. The redhead drove her fist into Kim's stomach causing the young woman to collapse to her knees. Ellen pushed her to the floor and began to tear at her skirt. In no time, Kim had been stripped of her clothes and lay naked on the floor in tears.

Martina stepped between the two roommates and lifted Kim to her feet. She took the girl to the center of the room and stood, holding her in her arms, as Ellen returned to Jennifer who was beginning to stir. She knelt beside the groggy blonde and lifted her head by the hair. Bending she whispered in Jennifer's ear, "You had enough Jenny, or should I continue?" Jennifer held up her hands and gasped, "No! No more. You win." She stopped suddenly when she saw Martina holding her naked daughter, her hands on the young girl's breasts.

"Get your hands off of her, you pervert," she said trying to stand up. Ellen, behind Jennifer, placed her hands on the woman's hips and pushed. The blonde stumbled and pitched forward, landing on her knees in front of Martina. "Ellen," Martina said, "take this slut in the bathroom and give her a bath. When she's clean, bring her to the bedroom. If she gives you any trouble, explain to her what will happen to her little Kimmy."

Jennifer shuddered. "Kimmy" had been her name for Kim when she was small. She didn't know that Martina had merely been making a joke and didn't know about the pet name Jennifer had used. Ellen took a handful of Jennifer's blond hair and pulled the woman toward the bathroom. She turned on the shower and shoved Jennifer under the stream. She was shocked by the icy cold water at first, but it soon turned hot. When she tried to adjust the stream, Ellen hit her wrist with a plastic scrub brush that was laying nearby.

"I'll adjust the water when I feel it's necessary," she said. Jennifer's body was turning red from the hot water. Finally, Ellen allowed her to step out of the water. When she reached for a towel, again Ellen stopped her. She ordered Jennifer into the bedroom. As happened the previous day, Jennifer found a naked girl in bed. This time, however, the girl was her daughter.

"NO!" Jennifer screamed and flew at Martina with her fingers curled into claws. Martina simply stepped aside and as Jennifer rushed past her, raised her knee and drove it into the blonde's stomach. Jennifer doubled up and pitched forward. Her head hit the carpeted floor, stunning her. Martina lifted the blond onto the bed and rolled her onto her back beside Kim.

Tears filled Jennifer's eyes as she looked up at Martina. "Please don't do this, Martina. I'm begging you." Martina only laughed as Ellen arranged the two women in the pose she and Martina wanted. Martina and Ellen took turns posing Kim and Jennifer on the bed while the other snapped pictures. When they finished, they had a collection of pictures showing both Jennifer and her daughter taking turns satisfying each other orally.

Martina's favorite pose was one of Jennifer holding Kim's legs widespread with her face in her daughter's crotch. Ellen said she wanted to make a poster of her favorite, showing Jennifer standing with her legs apart, hands cupping her breasts, while Kim lay on her back on the bed fingering herself and licking her mother's slit.

When they had finished, Jennifer and Kim lay exhausted on the bed, their bodies slick with perspiration, their cunts wet with cum and saliva. They were sore from the contortions that Martina and Ellen had forced them to perform. Martina left the room and Ellen sat on the bed. She crawled between Kim's thighs and took Jennifer's breasts with both hands. "I've still got my handcuffs if you'd like to stay the afternoon," she whispered to Jennifer.

Jennifer pushed her hands away and rolled on her side. "You're disgusting Ellen. I'm sorry I let you near me last night." Ellen's only retort was a laugh as she wedged two fingers into Kim's slit, bringing a groan of pleasure from her roommate. Jennifer started to say something but thought better of it and kept her mouth shut. Finally, she got up and walked out of the bedroom to look for her clothes.

Behind her, she could hear the unmistakable sounds of sex as Ellen started to work on Kim again. She didn't bother to turn or say anything, what was the point? She and Kim had both been beaten in their fights with Ellen. Further resistance would not only be futile, it would be foolish. Kim was going to room with Ellen the rest of the year and Jennifer didn't want to make it any more difficult. As she entered the living room she saw Martina on the sofa leafing through a photo album. "Jennifer," she said patting the cushion beside her, "come sit by me."

Jennifer knew better than to argue with the big brunette and she collapsed on the sofa next to Martina who dropped her arm over her shoulder and clasped her breast with a practiced motion. She pulled the blonde closer and showed her the pictures. Jennifer gasped as she recognized Kim and the woman Martina had identified as a former teacher, Barbara Hollings.

CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR

"You still want to fight for the pictures?" Martina asked softly, tweaking the nipple with her thumb and forefinger. Jennifer knew she couldn't beat Martina and, with a sigh of resignation, shook her head. "No," she said, "I don't want to fight. I can't win, what's the use?" Martina smiled inwardly, but put on her best disappointed expression. "I'm surprised at you," she chided. "What kind of example are you setting for Kim saying 'I can't'." Tears of frustration welled in Jennifer's eyes and she shook her blonde mane from side-to-side.

"Damn it," she exploded, "I know I can't beat you. You and Ellen are a couple of cruel bitches if all you want to do is beat us up." Martina laughed at Jennifers naive, if somewhat tardy, realization. "Of course the sex is part of the fun, too," Martina added. The blonde looked at Martina speechlessly as the tears rolled down her cheeks and fell on her breasts. "What more do you want from us?" Jennifer asked at last.

"That should be obvious," Martina said softly, "I want to fight you myself. After all, Ellen's had all the fun so far. The only time we fought your heart wasn't in it. I think you'll put up a better fight now." She stood up and motioned Jennifer to stand and face her. "You're right about that," Jennifer said advancing slowly on Martina, "but I still want those pictures of Kim. If I win, I want all of them." Martina laughed and nodded in agreement.

Jennifer lunged at Martina’s huge breasts but the teacher was too quick and Jennifer grabbed only air. Martina caught her wrist and jerked the blonde off balance. As Jennifer stumbled, Martina reached around her waist and dug her fingers into a pale breast, bringing a yowl of pain from Jennifer. Martina threw her weight against Jennifer’s back and they fell to the floor with Martina on Jennifer’s back. The rough carpet scratched Jennifer’s erect nipples and she howled in pain as they squirmed on the floor.

Martina slowly wraps her arms under Jennifer’s and clamps her in a full nelson while at the same time, getting her legs inside of Jennifer’s and spreading them apart in a grapevine. Held helpless and immobile, Jennifer can feel herself weakening as Martina uses her strength to rub Jennifer’s breasts and pussy against the carpet. Drained of her strength and overcome by the sensations Martina is causing in her, Jennifer sobs out her submission. She looks up and sees Ellen standing in the bedroom door watching her. On her knees in front of Ellen, her back to the living room, Kim is eagerly satisfying Ellen with her tongue. Jennifer starts to cry at the realization of the hopelessness of the position she and Kim find themselves.

Martina stands up and shakes her head sadly. "You really don’t put up much of a fight Mrs. Everett, unlike your little girl who at least tries. I guess you’re just a submissive little slut at heart, aren’t you." Jennifer didn’t try to respond, she just wiped the tears from her eyes and buried her face in her hands, her body shaking as she cried. Martina shook her head and walked to the cabinet where she kept her camera. "I guess we should take some solo pictures of your mother Kim. So I’ll have something to remember her by when I’m old and gray. Sit up Jennifer and spread your legs."

Jennifer sat up obediently and after a moment’s hesitation, spread her legs apart. Martina walked around her and knelt in front of her, looked through the view finder and smiled. "Now get your fingers in your pussy and bring yourself off for me. I want to see the look on your face when you ‘gasm." Jennifer tried to protest it was too demeaning, but when Ellen offered to "make her do it" Jennifer quickly backed down and started to rub herself to arousal.

Jennifer closed her eyes and tried to imagine her husband entering her, or with his tongue inside her, but the only images she could conjure up in her minds eye were those of Martina, Ellen and Kim. Shockingly, it was the memory of Ellen and Kim in bed together that she was seeing when she climaxed. It was a strong one and as her body arched, she leaned back and lifted her hips off the floor. She was only dimly aware of the clicking and flashing of Martina’s camera - it wouldn’t be until later when she saw the pictures she’d taken that she realized how truly wanton and depraved she looked at that moment.

Martina showed the pictures to Ellen just as Kim brought her to her own orgasm. "I know some magazines who’d pay a small fortune for pictures of her like this," Martina said when she showed them to Kim, her mouth still wet with Ellen’s secretions. "You think I should sell them or keep them." It was an indication of how much influence Martina and Ellen had over Kim that her first words were, "Keep them. She’s worth more as your slave than as your model." Martina laughed and agreed. Jennifer didn’t know whether to be sorry her secret wasn’t revealed so she would be freed of Martina’s yoke, or grateful her shame wouldn’t (yet) be revealed to the entire world.

Martina and Ellen sat with Kim between them on the sofa, fondling and caressing the young woman as Jennifer entertained them by masturbating herself to orgasm several more times. Finally, overcome with exhaustion and emotion at her situation, she collapsed in tears as Martina and Ellen laughed at her. That was how it began.

Martina blackmailed Jennifer and Kim with the photos for the rest of year. On the weekends, Jennifer visited the campus where she participated in group sex with Dean Gormley, Martina, Ellen, Kim and a few other faculty members and their student "assistants." That spring, Ellen graduated and Martina announced that Kim would be her "student assistant" for her senior year. For some reason she didn’t understand, Jennifer felt a twinge of pride at her daughter’s "success."

Martina continued to control Kim and Jennifer with the blackmail photos during Kim’s senior year. The first semester, she even made Kim set a trap for her new roommate, April Stevenson. Martina and Ellen’s training paid off and Kim was able to overpower April and easily subdue her goading her into a fight during a party at Martina’s house. Martina took a series of compromising photos of Kim and April in bed which she used to blackmail April the same way she had Kim.

Dean Gormley made sure that Jennifer and her husband got invited to all the fund raising events for the college and she applied subtle pressure to extort large contributions, threatening to expose Jennifer’s "perversion" to her husband. Jennifer was powerless to prevent it and her only hope was that Dean Gormley and Martina would keep their promise to stop the blackmail once Kim graduated.

Kim graduated on schedule in late May and as a final reward, Dean Gormley extorted a final contribution from Jennifer in Kim’s name. "The Kim Everett Scholarship will be awarded to young women showing exceptional potential" the graduation program said. Only Dean Gormley, Martina, Jennifer and Kim had any idea of the talent the girls would have to demonstrate to be eligible for the prize.

After graduation, Kim left Wells College and went to work. Jennifer received an invitation to a summer "workshop" from the college, but send a note that she regretted she was unable to attend. Aside from that single invitation, Jennifer didn’t hear from the college, Dean Gormley, Martina or Ellen again. Not for several years.

(That’s in Part 3).