The Visit 4

The Visit - Chapter 4

By TCP

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The Visit - A Twilight Zone Story
By TCP
© 2013 TCP

All of TCP’s stories are just that - stories. There is a marked difference between fantasy and reality and it is very easy to fall foul of the real world and what is acceptable in the real world. I do not condone any abusive behaviour in the real world and we must act as responsible citizens to ensure the on-line safety of our future generations. Fantasy is a powerful thing, but let it remain fantasy. Lead yourself not into temptation - and deliver yourself from evil.

The Visit -
The story of twelve year old Daniel and his humiliating experiences in… The Twilight Zone. A tale of the unexpected…

Main Characters -
Daniel Grainger - 12 years old
Charley - the mysterious ‘girl.’

Preface -
You unlock this door with the key of imagination… Beyond it is another dimension - a dimension of sound, a dimension of sight, a dimension of mind. You’re moving into a land of both shadow and substance, of things and ideas… You’ve just crossed over into, The Twilight Zone…

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Chapter 4 - Escalation…

It was breakfast in the Grainger household, and getting ever closer to the start of the new school year where the pressure to please his parents would begin again for Daniel… On this morning however, the young boy was feeling the pressure of his mother as a result of his recent demeanour and what she had described as an ‘escalating problem of disappearing underpants…’ As if he didn’t have enough on his mind when he thought about Charley and everything that they had ‘done’ together - or at least, everything that she had done to him…

While Mrs Grainger, Daniel and Chloe were engaged in the regular hubbub around the breakfast table, their chatter was complemented by background music from the radio - ‘People Are Strange’ by Echo & The Bunnymen.

“But Daniel,” Mrs Grainger began primly, over the music from the radio. “These last few weeks, you have not really seemed yourself… pretty much since that Wilson boy first went missing…”

“Mum, please!” Daniel whined, eager to change the subject. “I’m fine really… can’t we talk about something else?” He wasn’t in the mood for eating and was simply pushing his milk-sodden cereal around the bowl with his spoon and looking quite pale and defensive. His grinning younger sister knew right away that he was holding something important back from his mother, maybe something ‘naughty.’

“I’m no fool you know Daniel Grainger… I’m your mother… I do your laundry… I know that you are having more and more of these… boyish accidents…”

“Mum! Really… not in front of…” Daniel insisted firmly, blushing crimson at the detail his mother seemed about to discuss at the breakfast table, and all in front of his smirking younger sister.

“Danny’s got leaky privates!” young Chloe Grainger remarked in the most teasing tone she could muster, and grinning victoriously at her blushing brother. Daniel scowled miserably at his sister, knowing that any vociferous retort was likely to earn him a strict punishment, and that simply wouldn’t do on top of everything else going on.

“Chloe! That’s enough!” Mrs Grainger chided her daughter, though it did little to quell the mischievous pre-teen’s knowing smirk. Then she returned to look at her son… “Daniel, I can’t help but notice that pairs of your underpants are going missing… your drawer is becoming empty…”

“Mum please!” Daniel blustered, desperate for her to change the subject, or at least talk about this subject in private.

“Yesterday evening, I was cleaning out the garage and I found a pair of your underpants down the back of the freezer Daniel… and they were still damp following an obvious accident of yours…”

“Haaaah!” Chloe giggled mercilessly, pointing over the table at her solemn older brother. “Danny wet his pants! Danny wet his pants!” she teased repeatedly.

“Chloe Grainger!” Daniel’s mother shouted. “I thought you were more mature than that… Please leave the table this instant! I will deal with you later… go to your room and not another peep out of you!” With that, Chloe quickly got up from the table, recognising that she was in a fair amount of trouble for her behaviour and began to make her way to her bedroom. Passing in front of Daniel, she couldn’t resist one last teasing grin in his direction. It had been worth the trouble.

“So Daniel,” his mother began again, “what’s happening with you? Are you involved with a girl?” Daniel tensed, blushed scarlet again and shrugged his shoulders, eager to move on to something else. “I’m really quite worried about you… your dad is too… This is another very important year in school for you and you need to work especially hard to stay ahead… We want you to do well and make us proud… hmmmm?”

“Mum, I do work hard… I always do…” Daniel said softly, weighing up whether he was longing for Charley to escape the pressure he was feeling at that moment from his mother.

“Yes, but you can work harder still…” his mother continued. “It’s important that you get the right qualifications you know? You don’t want to end up like a tramp do you?”

“No mum…”

“Very well… if you have a girlfriend, you must find a way to tell her that your schoolwork comes first… and if it’s something else…”

“I don’t have a girlfriend…” Daniel said firmly, letting his spoon fall finally into the bowl. Inside he caught himself thinking about Charley again… and wishing that he did have a girlfriend, a nice one.

“Okay… well these accidents must be happening because of your puberty nonetheless… and it can’t go on… you know? You hiding your underpants everywhere. It’s going to hinder your progress at school. I’ll make an appointment with Doctor Mayhew… She’s a specialist in… boy things…”

“No! Please… You can’t!” Daniel protested, scared to death of seeing a doctor that specialised in ‘boy’s things.’ Images of scalpels and horribly disfigured private parts flashed through his mind… and the thought of Charley, smiling down at him, giving him anesthetic…

“Things are going to change around here when school starts…” his mother began once more, quite authoritarian in tone and Daniel looked forlornly into her eyes, silently begging her not to take him to the doctor. “If these accidents continue to threaten your progress, I won’t have any choice Daniel… We need to find a way to control your… sexual urges… and your… bodily functions.” It was her turn to blush slightly. “Your father and I have arranged for you to take extra tuition in advanced mathematics and physics on Saturday mornings and on three evenings in the week…”

“But mum!” Daniel winced, his thoughts quickly re-tuned to the loss of more freedom to schoolwork. “I need to make more friends at school… that’s what I need…” He tried to put across the fact that he was feeling lonely, and isolated. Almost a geek.

“Nonsense…” Mrs Grainger interrupted. “You won’t have time for that if you want to succeed in life. And anyway, it’s the friends you make at University that will be friends for life… Do you understand?”

“Yes mum…” Daniel reluctantly agreed, wringing his hands in despair under the table and flexing his toes. He felt his life was being slowly siphoned away by the pressure of his parents’ wishes and expectations. Right now, Charley’s ‘affections’ were a comparable ‘paradise.’

“Good, now finish your breakfast and go and get yourself ready. We’re going to Bough Hill Manor, there’s a craft convention on today. I thought it would be very interesting for your sister and her blossoming creative skills. And it might take your mind off your… boyish accidents…”

After breakfast had finished, he returned to the safety of his bedroom, and looked out of the window at the grey and threatening sky, all too common in August 2012. He pondered what he was going to do… The pressure he felt to succeed was driving him to distraction, but the experiences he had with Charley were just so embarrassing and asking so many different questions of him and his emotions. Did he have what was required to deal with that too? The weight of the world was on his shoulders… It was time to talk to his best friend… Martin Wilson…

Daniel logged his computer on and waited for the desktop to fully boot up. When Skype activated, he altered the settings to show that he was on line and looked down his list of contacts - noting forlornly that Martin was his only contact. Another reminder of how lonely he actually was. With loneliness, came vulnerability. Martin was shown to be ‘on line.’

Daniel clicked the mouse to initiate the call to his friend and it connected… Martin’s face appeared on screen as the video call commenced - and Martin looked angry… Very angry actually…

“Martin? You okay?” Daniel asked with concern.

“You bastard!” Martin replied testily, his eyes squinting and shaking his head contemptuously.

“Sorry? What’s up?” Daniel asked again, quite concerned for his friend. “What have I done?”

“You’ve betrayed me… ‘mate…’ that’s what…”

“How do you mean? I… I’d never to do that… you’re my best friend… my only friend…”

“Hmmmm… Okay then… let’s see…” Martin replied sarcastically, making Daniel feel quite upset. This wasn’t like Martin at all. “It’s happening to me again… down here in Wales… And it’s all your fault!”

“Wh… what do you mean?”

“All that stuff that happened with Charley… I ran away and it stopped… just like that… I was doing well down here… but now it’s started again!”

“Charley’s hurting you again?” Daniel asked innocently.

“NO! Not Charley…” Martin scoffed meanly. “A different girl. And she said that YOU told her where I was… and now… it’s happening again. Thanks… mate!”

“I… I… Look, I haven’t told anyone where you are… honest… Who is she? What’s her name?

“Her name is Portia… Mean anything to you?”

“Por… Portia?” Daniel stammered… he remembered clearly who she was… “Is she… oriental looking?”

“Yep… very oriental… and devastatingly pretty… so tell me… how did she know where to find me?” Martin asked, still showing no sign of calming down.

“Okay… okay… I’ve met Portia… I remember…” Daniel confirmed slowly, trying to figure out how she knew where to find his friend. “She was one of the girls I told you about when I had my incident with Charley in the hospital… she was one of the younger girls there… eleven she said she was.”

“Keep going…” Martin insisted and then took a deep breath. He was eager to understand the facts, recognising that there was more to the situation than he had originally thought.

“I never said anything about where you were… I don’t think I even mentioned you… though Charley might have… I can’t really remember that much other than what they did to me and what they made me do… Look… I wouldn’t have deliberately given away where you were… I’d never do that to my friend… my best friend… you’ve got to believe me…” Daniel was visibly upset at the thought that his friend was angry with him, and there was a marked change in Martin’s demeanour.

“Hmmmm… it’s a real mystery…” Martin replied, much more calmly. “Shit… I don’t know what’s happening any more. I’m sorry I was angry with you…”

“Charley must have told her…” Daniel gabbled, emphasising his innocence. “She says she can read my thoughts and maybe she found some way to get that information out of my head without me actually saying it… Or maybe Portia really is like Charley and can do all the same stuff… She might have read my thoughts too while she was, w-wan… playing with me… oh god this is terrible… I certainly didn’t mean to betray you directly, I’d never do that… You’re my best friend…”

“Okay… okay Dan… I believe you… I know exactly what girls like Charley are capable of… It kind of makes sense now… Jeez… it’s even worse now… I mean, she’s only eleven… she’s younger than me and she’s doing stuff like that to you… and now me… fuck…” his voice tailed off into a disbelieving whisper.

“So… how did it happen? How did she find you?” Daniel asked curiously. And Martin, recounted the story of how Portia found him…

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Martin explained that these events had occurred two days previously, just after the last time that both boys had spoken on Skype. Martin had been on his way to see Saskia, his counsellor and was standing at the bus stop, waiting for the number 56 bus to take him into town. It was a pleasant enough day, the sunshine breaking through the fluffy white clouds and mild enough temperatures that he didn’t need to wear a coat.

While standing at the bus stop, he noticed a girl who looked to be about his age had appeared at the other end of the shelter. She was wearing denim… jeans and a jacket, complemented with a light pink t-shirt, open to a ‘V’ just below the neck. Martin briefly looked at the girl and noticed that she was oriental in appearance, and very pretty to his mind. Indeed, he felt himself become a little love-struck and giddy when he saw that she was looking at him.

The girl seemed friendly and smiled warmly at him. Martin shyly returned the smile and looked away briefly as they made actual eye contact. Her eyes seemed to sparkle to him, and he knew right away that he found her very attractive… wanting to kiss her… and wanting to… well, what do pubescent boys think about doing?

After a few minutes of shared glances and more friendly smiles between the pair, something dropped out of the girl’s pocket. It was her purse. At the time, Martin thought nothing of it and picked the purse up from the floor. He gallantly stepped forward and held it out for the girl to take. Their hands met clumsily, Martin being scared to death that the girl might think he was being overly friendly and quickly withdrew his hands once the girl had taken possession of her purse once more.

The girl thanked him and through his nervousness, he noticed that she smelled of apples… apple scented shampoo. It was hypnotic, the sweetest thing he could remember… It was clear that Martin was shy and unsure of himself and she just seemed to giggle at him in a friendly manner.

In the end, the girl didn’t wait for the bus and instead said that she had forgotten something from home and would catch a later one. As she walked away, the pretty oriental girl looked back briefly and he thought he could see a twinkling light in her alluring eyes, but dismissed it as his horny imagination playing tricks on him. But she whispered, ‘see you around…’ seemingly without moving her lips. Martin swallowed… smitten.

After his session with Saskia, Martin was in his room at his Gran’s house and then there was the brilliant white light and the sense of falling. He felt the familiar terror… like when Charley had ‘taken’ him, spiralling helplessly downwards to who knew where…

Finally, Martin’s senses began to clear and he could smell chlorine first… He discovered that he was in a swimming pool… The feeling of the water around him was warm… it was indoors… tropical… All he could hear was the sound of a scenic waterfall nearby; it appeared to be the pool of some sort of holiday resort. On the opposite side were ornate columns as though it were a Roman bath-themed pool and there were fun looking water slides at the distant end of the pool area to the left.

He was in the shallows of the pool. Through the glass roof, he could see that it was dark outside, the digital clock on the wall by the access to the changing rooms showed 01:17 and 45 seconds... But it wasn’t advancing… Time was static…

Further studying his surroundings, Martin noticed that he was wearing a pair of loose fitting dark blue swimming shorts, but was surprised to feel that he couldn’t move. His bottom was planted on the floor, and he was partially submerged in the shallow water, up to his navel. His ankles were being held down and apart by some sort of weight under the water that he couldn’t fully see through the disturbed, opaque water… He certainly couldn’t move them.

Martin also found that his arms were stretched out either side of him, his wrists fastened to water overflow gratings by what appeared to be purple-blue coloured balls of tingling light. He’d seen something like that before during a ‘visit’ from Charley…

“Shit…” Martin cursed under his breath, starting to panic. He tried to escape from his ‘lightning’ bondage, quickly finding himself to be in a hopelessly captive situation. “Help me!!” he shouted vehemently, desperate for someone to come and help him. His voice echoed around the deserted pool area. “Please help me!!”

From the speaker system overlooking the pool, a teasing piece of music began… and then the chorus, ‘Here come the girls’ (performed by Ernie K. Doe). He’d heard this music before, watching a feminine cosmetic advert on the television at half time of an England football match during the European Championships…

Martin gasped… On the other side of the pool, a young girl in a two piece green and yellow bikini dived into the water. Approaching him like a shark under the surface, the girl emerged just in between his spread legs.

“Y-you?” Martin gasped, recognising her slim, oriental beauty. “From the bus stop… How?” Her black hair snaked neatly down her back and her glistening hazel coloured eyes captivated him as she looked down at her prey… He could smell apples…

“Hi Martin…” the girl beamed demurely with a wicked smile. She licked her lips. “I’m Portia… pleased to meet you again…” She pushed her barely budding preteen chest out forwards proudly, and rested her hands on her hips, making her look confident and commanding. He could see the little bumps made by her nipples through her bikini top, then below, her beautiful, ornate navel… and lower still, her bikini bottom teasingly outlining the bump of her crotch and the hint of secret, feminine folds… She was a tantalising, and spell-binding, living work of art… “Daniel told me where to find you… I hope you’re as good a little boy as he is…”

“D-Daniel? He wouldn’t… How?” Martin stammered. “Let me go… you can’t do this!” He began wrestling with his bonds again and splashing in the water, but to no avail.

“Shhhh… Don’t fight it Martin…” Portia soothed. “Girls like us always get what we want in the end…” Then she giggled… “Charley said that you were a very shy little thing… And I just love shy boys…”

“Ohhh god! Please no!” Martin begged meekly, his face crestfallen and red with impending, inevitable humiliation. “I got away from her… Please! Not you as well…” He bowed his head towards the water, already beaten. “I want it to stop…”

“Running away is only temporary…” Portia giggled, reaching out and lifting his chin with her finger, looking into his eyes sincerely. Letting go of his chin, she crouched down in the water, in front of him and playfully circled one of his nipples with her fingers. Martin flinched nervously at her tickling, humiliating touch. “Sooner or later, Charley, or any one of us will catch up with you… You can’t escape… and you and me are going to have so much fun…” Martin didn’t know it, but she was already feeding from him.

Portia sat down into the pool, between the captive boy’s legs and faced him… smiling. She leaned back slightly, planting her hands behind her onto the bottom of the pool. His tummy was fluttering like it always did when he had been in this kind of ‘trouble’ with Charley… The sensation brought back many horrible memories for the boy.

“Suck my toe…” Portia commanded softly, lifting her right foot out of the water and offering it closely to Martin’s mouth. Martin tightly clenched his lips and looked away to the side, over at the columns, willing the girl to go away… “Suck my toe Martin…”

“No way!” Martin blustered, taking a deep breath and shaking his head, steadfast in opposition to her command. Portia sighed and moved to kneel up between Martin’s legs and reached out to his immature left nipple. She pinched and twisted it between her thumb and forefinger… “Arrrgggggghhhh!!! Nooooo!! Agggghhhh!” Martin wailed, trying to cope with the searing pain that Portia was providing. “Stop it!”

“Now… will you suck my toe, like a good little slave boy?” Portia asked again softly, patiently, releasing the pressure on his sensitive nipple, but not quite letting go. “Look at me…” Reluctantly, Martin turned his head and through his laboured breathing, and fighting to hold back the tears he wanted to shed right then, managed to look into her eyes. She wore no emotion on her face… only her prettiness… “Are you going to be a good little boy? Hmmmmmm?”

With his eyes watering as a result of the pain in his nipple and the feelings of shame as a result of what she was commanding him to do, he weakly nodded his head. Satisfied that he would obey her, she sat back down into the water and offered her big toe to his mouth once again…

“Suck me…” Portia ordered mischievously, licking her lips more menacingly. Still reluctant, he was horrified at the thought of having a toe in his mouth… after all, toes are nasty and dirty and stinky aren’t they? His mouth remained closed. Portia became more insistent again, using her toe to rub across Martin’s top lip briefly, before gently trying to prise his lips apart.

Suddenly overcoming his fear and embracing the inevitable repulsion of the act, Martin finally opened his mouth and sucked Portia’s toe right inside… He closed his eyes, trying to ride the horrors he thought he was going to feel and taste… He just knew it was going to be awful…

‘Mum… help me… make her stop… please… she’s bullying me… I’m being bullied by a girl… I’m so ashamed… make her stop… please… she’s making me suck her toes mummy… Nooooo! This is going to be…’ Martin’s thoughts were rapid… and then stopped mid-track. He was surprised. Portia’s toe didn’t really taste of anything, other than the pool water. It felt novel… It felt nasty, but in a sexy kind of way. But it felt embarrassing because she was making him suck her toe… She was already in command. That scared him… and humiliated him. How shameful for a boy to be bullied by a girl. The supposedly weaker sex… the fairer sex.

Martin obeyed… and complied. Breathing hard, he kept his eyes closed trying to think of things far away from where he was, trying to blot out the very sexual connotations that his actions were signifying. He sucked on the girl’s toe, deeply into his mouth, feeling her invade and explore his mouth, wiggling it about and playing with his teeth and his tongue… Martin tried to fight her toe with his tongue, but found it difficult to compete against her firmness. He was being dominated by a girl’s toe…

“Mmmmm, that’s better,” Portia praised warmly. “I knew you could be a good boy… Charley said you could… so much better if you don’t fight…” Martin felt her big toe continue to wriggle inside his mouth, seemingly able to control his tongue, making sure he suckled and licked all over it while he ‘worshipped’ her there. “And don’t be so hung up about being… ‘bullied’ by a girl… Mmmmm, such a horrible word… You’d be surprised just how many boys are… ‘bullied…’ or ‘dominated’ by girls… It’s actually quite natural when you think about things logically… Mmmmmm, yeah… that’s it… You’re starting to like this… hmmm? Having a girl in charge… Mmmmm… Makes you feel… tingly… sexy… and weak… Good boy!”

“Mmmmmgghhh! Nnnngghhh!” Martin protested around the invasive toe as he continued to suckle on it. He didn’t want to admit that it wasn’t nasty or horrible… He didn’t want to give her the satisfaction in knowing that she was pretty much right on all accounts. He wanted her to stop. He wanted to salvage something of his male pride… Desperate to prove that he wasn’t weak… or vulnerable or feeling sexy.

“I mean, I like you a lot… I know so much about you,” Portia continued, giggling at the sensations that Martin’s tongue gave the underside of her toe. “You’re so cute… and handsome… and shy… and… I know you like me too. I knew that the moment we met at the bus stop…”

“Nnnngghhh!” Martin gaggled, sucking intently on the toe inside his mouth, hating it, but surprising himself by not being sick or repulsed by it any more… Accepting it. She was pretty… very pretty. But it was so shameful - here he was unable to move, a girl was holding him captive, just like Charley had done… And he feared she was about to do what Charley did… or worse.

“Think about it Martin…” Portia giggled, flexing her toe inside his mouth. “You will grow to love me, I can feel it… and one day, I hope you’ll join me…”

“Nnnnghhhh!” he grizzled around the toe, eager to let her know that he would never join her.

“Well, maybe not now… but one day,” Portia insisted. “Think about how good it could be… me and you… I mean, you’d never get old and you’d never die… all you have to do is obey me…” Martin continued to grunt and protest wordlessly as he suckled on her toe. “Things could be a lot worse… You seem so embarrassed that it’s a girl doing this to you… Hmmm? You are ashamed to be treated like this by a girl, hmmmm? Well, think logically… what if it were a boy doing this to you? And instead of my toe, you were asked to suck on something else… like his…”

“Nnnnnngghhhh!” Martin gasped, nearly choking at the thought of what Portia was suggesting. He certainly didn’t want that. Instead, he doubled his efforts to suckle the toe in his mouth. If he was being bullied, at least with the kind of stuff happening, it was a girl he was with. It didn’t make it any less shameful… just more… palatable to him. Like getting caught between a rock and a hard place.

“Mmmmm, good boy…” Portia praised, finally drawing her toe from the captive boy’s mouth and sitting up again in the water. Martin swallowed hard and moved his mouth and jaw, trying to usher away the thoughts of the invasive toe. He shook his head clear and opened his eyes again, staring at Portia, wondering, ‘why me?’

“Please let me go…” Martin begged quietly, his face ashen with angst. He didn’t want to go through all the stuff he had with Charley again. He was having a very difficult time trying to deal with all of that previous baggage.

“But we’ve only just started to get to know each other Martin…” Portia said, giggling and raising her eyebrows.

“But why me? What have I done wrong to deserve all this?” the boy sniffed, blinking away tears still nagging at the side of his eyes.

“You’ve not done anything wrong!” Portia chuckled. “You’re just looking at things all wrong…” With that, she moved her feet under the water and between Martin’s open legs. There, she found his inner thighs…

“Noooo! Stop… please!” Martin tensed his body, feeling the girl’s feet under the water brush along the inside of his thighs, perilously close to his modesty and what he held dear. “Nooo… don’t… Stop it… don’t touch me there…”

“Don’t touch you where?” Portia giggled, rubbing her tip-toes and the top side of her feet gently back and forth along his exposed thighs. Probing… teasing.

“Please… Portia… don’t touch my… privates…” his voice tailed off into an embarrassed whisper.

“Your privates?” She deliberately took time to prod his inner thighs firmly with her big toes, one after the other, right on the brink of making contact with the material of his swimming shorts.

“My cock! My willy… Don’t touch me there, please… let me go…” Martin blushed, his situation made worse by her teasing the words out of him.

“Ohhhh… your willy?” Portia giggled softly. “You mean here?” With that, she moved both of her feet right between his legs and into his crotch, planting the bridge of each foot either side of his genitals, trapping them…

Martin gasped in shock at the tickling sensation that he quickly felt in his cock as the girl’s feet suddenly made contact with his private parts, his body tensing and trying to leap out of the water. Through his deep breath, Martin could only blush crimson as the girl’s feet captured him…

“Pleeease… don’t touch me there…” Martin begged, closing his eyes tightly to try and steer his thoughts to other things. The tingling continued in his groin however, very much against his wishes…

“Mmmmmm,” Portia giggled, moving the soles of her feet in small, agonising circles, slowly exploring the whole of Martin’s groin, gently pushing and circling. “I can tell you like that Martin… Every boy I know likes that… and they can’t help it… any more than they can stop it!”

“St-stop!! Please…” Martin whined meekly, gasping and blushing as he had no choice but to allow the girl’s feet to explore his most secret parts. He couldn’t deny that her feet were stirring pleasurable sensations within his dick, but he was not going to admit it… He really did want it to stop - and so he told himself. ‘It’s not fair… it’s not right… Maybe if she’d let me touch her too… it might be okay… Oh god noooo! Please, make her stop… somebody… it’s so humiliating…’ His genitals started to respond as they tingled and received her attention… ‘Nooooo! Don’t get erect… You mustn’t… Don’t let her win… She’s just a girl… she mustn’t win… Nooooo!’

“Mmmmmmmmm,” Portia giggled again playfully, starting to use her toes to prod and tease his penis through the material of his swimming shorts. “Martin’s little soldier is starting to get all hard… Hmmmm?”

“Stop it!! Please Portia… I don’t want this…” Martin insisted, his voice faltering with his resolve, his breathing becoming more laboured. “I won’t tell… I won’t mention it to anyone… not even Saskia… just… Ohhhh god… please…” He breathed hard again and clenched his eyelids tightly shut, desperate not to cry as he tried to compute what felt nice and what didn’t. His sanctity lasted seconds, as one of her toes tickled to the tip of his penis, making him jump, forcing his eyes open quickly again…

“How embarrassing Martin,” Portia teased, grinning demurely at her prey. “Letting an impressionable young girl like me get you all big and hard with just her feet! What a naughty boy you are… Hmmmm?”

“That’s not true!” Martin insisted. “I didn’t let you… I… I just… can’t get away… I can’t do anything…” His voice trailed off again, this time into a barely audible whimper.

“That’s right Martin… Little girl’s got you all trapped, hmmmm? What a meany I am…” she giggled teasingly. “I’m so naughty… so what are you going to do?” Martin grunted, trying to wrestle free of the balls of light holding his wrists firmly in check, and then tried to move his feet from the bottom of the shallow water. He was stuck… she had him… Portia continued to tease him with her feet under the water and continued to smile with impending undoubted victory. “So what are you going to do?”

“I can’t do anything,” Martin said softly, defeat in his voice. “Please, don’t… don’t hurt me…”

“I don’t want to hurt you Martin…” Portia said confidently… “You can’t escape from me… that’s very true… You’re all mine until I say… so why don’t you just relax a little… let me have what I want… hmmm? Think you can do that?”

“But it’s so embarrassing…” Martin said quietly in resignation, looking back down into the water, longing for his friend Daniel, and longing to be anywhere but here. “Girls aren’t supposed to…”

“It may be a little… embarrassing…” Portia agreed softly, “but it’ll be ohhhh so much fun… hmmmm?” With that, she began to whisper under her breath, casting a spell of some sort… “No more silliness hmmm? Time for Portia to get down to business…”

“Hmmmm mmmm?” Martin replied. What he meant to say was, ‘What do you mean?’ But he couldn’t say it… he quickly found he couldn’t say anything intelligible, despite his mouth moving normally. “Mmmmmhhh!? Nggghhhh!”

Martin renewed his efforts to escape his bondage and his muted protests echoed across the pool as the music continued to ring out ‘here come the girls.’ Portia grinned wickedly, removing her feet from the groin of the imprisoned boy. She moved to Martin’s side, kneeling beside him, stroking his hair softly…

“Shhhhhh… I’m not going to hurt you…” Portia assured softly. “Shhhh…” Slowly, Martin began to calm down and his protests became more muted, recognising his powerless situation. Tears though were evident in the corners of his eyes, threatening to spill over and down his crimson cheeks. “Shhhhhh… relax baby boy…” She traced her hand from his hair, down onto his cheek, gently rubbing over it, calming him… taming him. “It’s so much easier if you don’t fight me… hmmmm? You gonna be a good boy and let Portia get what she needs?”

“Mmmmmgghhh…” Martin mumbled as best he could, breathing deeply and slowly, reluctantly nodding his head. With the sweet scent of her apple balm simmering through his nostrils, Martin relaxed his body and he was still…

“Close your eyes baby-boy…” Portia whispered serenely… “Relax…” She stroked his cheek softly, and slowly he relented, his eyes obediently drawing closed.

Martin felt the warmth of Portia’s lips upon his as the mysterious oriental girl began to kiss him. At that moment, he didn’t feel threatened or afraid - instead, he felt an attraction through his body that made him feel safe and secure. His mind giddied with the pleasantness that the kiss brought, his tummy fluttering with positivity rather than impending doom, and his genitals still tingling and aroused.

‘Mmmm… I like kissing…’ Martin thought. ‘Portia is a beautiful girl… I like her… I like kissing her… I could do this forever…’ Portia was showing him how nice things could be with her, seducing him… His heart raced as he thrived upon her succulent kiss, not protesting in the slightest when she gently prised his lips open with her tongue and began to explore his mouth.

Having briefly forgotten his feelings of humiliation, he felt Portia begin to dominate his tongue with hers, playfully wrestling with it and moving it around inside his mouth, and over his teeth. The feelings of kissing such a beautiful girl intoxicated the inexperienced boy. It felt natural… and he was hooked.

As Portia continued her seductive kissing, her hand stroked softly away from Martin’s cheek, down onto his neck, tickling her fingertips over his smooth boyish skin. She briefly broke the kiss, but Martin remained under her influence, his eyes closed, his mind reverberating with the echo of the sensations that her lips had given him.

“Will you submit to me Martin?” Portia whispered softly.

“Mmmmm… (Yes)” Martin replied, as best he could. “Mmmmghhh nnnghhh (I submit).”

“I shall take you as my slave boy then…” Portia confirmed in a hushed whisper as she took her quarry, securing her curse, like Charley had done once before. Superseding Charley's curse with her own... taking primacy. “To have and to hold you… and to dominate you to my will… To toy and to tease and to have my fill of fun as you surrender your sex and enhance my power… Will you submit to a girl Martin Wilson?”

“Mmmmm (yes),” Martin sighed automatically. He would have said almost anything at that point if it meant that he could kiss Portia again, and she knew it, feeding upon it. Boys like Martin were easy to snare and take advantage of if the girl sowed the right seeds, and knew how to use her seductive succubae power.

“Will you submit to a girl and obey her as your mistress?” Portia whispered more insistently now, moving her hand downwards, over and across his chest, tickling him playfully around his nipples and toying with the areola. He was lost in the moment, surreptitiously succumbing to her will, his conscience fogged by his adolescent arousal and his need to kiss her again…

“Mmmmmm (Yes…) Pmmmhhh (Portia)… Mmmm gghhhh (I will).” His body tensed as her fingers snaked further downward and danced into the water, circling around his navel… As she stroked his tummy and gently fingered around his belly button, Portia could barely conceal her delight.

“Good boy Martin…” she whispered. “We could be so good together… One day… I just know it…” With that, she planted her lips back onto Martin’s, kissing him with more passion than previously. Portia’s tongue pushed further into Martin’s mouth and she pressed her lips wider and tighter onto his, kissing him deeply. He didn’t know it, but she was sensing his dazzled submission and reading into his soul to find the right buttons to press that would make him fully hers… searching for that nugget that would make him agree to join her properly… permanently as a preteen.

Martin was breathing hard as he succumbed to Portia’s powerfully passionate French kissing. He barely noticed her hand leave the area around his navel and trickle lower, gently coming to rest on the material of his swimming shorts covering his upper thigh. Teasingly and gently she rubbed over the material, never stopping her probing inside his mouth with her tongue, totally possessing him.

Suddenly, Portia’s hand moved onto the front of Martin’s swim shorts, her palm pushing firmly at the stiffened boy-flesh hidden underneath. Martin tried his best to awaken his senses and break off the kiss…

“Nnnnnngghhh Mmmmffff!! (Noooo, stop!)” he sounded, failing miserably to say the actual words. Blushing scarlet, his feelings of powerlessness returned like a well charged lightning bolt as he felt the girl’s hand start to rub over and fondle his boyhood. Worse still, he was unable to break off the kiss… she was in charge of everything… It scared him, it embarrassed him, but it was turning him on.

“Mmmmmgghhh… (Please…) Gghhhh Nnngghhh kggghhh (can’t we just kiss?)… Mnnnghhhhh gghhhh nnnnnnggghghh (Please don’t touch me there)…” Martin whimpered, struggling to try and free himself from his bonds, free himself from the kiss and try to press his knees together to stop her groping of his cock and balls. He lost on all three counts. Portia was feeding… feasting.

‘Oh god noooo! She’s feeling me… but this kiss is nice… STOP IT! Make her stop mummy… she’s touching my privates… Nooooo!’ Martin stammered in his mind. His situation filled his thoughts with many familiar conflicting emotions that he struggled to make sense of and comprehend. She was making him feel embarrassed and yet at the same time, she was making him feel… ‘good.’ She was controlling him and he was unable to stop her…

Finally, Portia broke off her kiss and drew her head back to look at Martin, maintaining her exploration of his crotch with her hand, her fingers having tightened their grip through the material to fully hold his penis. Martin’s breathing was laboured as her hand gently moved back and forth under the water, stroking just hard enough to keep him aroused…

“Nice kiss hmmmm?” Portia said softly, breaking out into a satisfied grin and raising her eyebrows at him. Martin returned her gaze briefly before having to look away from her challenging eyes as he felt no alternative but to let her fondle him. “Don’t feel so bad little slave boy… you kiss real nice. I know you liked it just as much as me - I heard your thoughts… and now I can feel how much you liked it… down here…” With that, she squeezed his penis tightly within her fingers, before resuming her gentle masturbatory action.

“Nnnngghh! (Stop it!),” Martin whined, desperate for her to leave him alone, no matter whether he liked the kiss or not. His feelings were starting to scare him. Could he really deny the evidence that he did like her? Could he deny that she was making him feel good? But why did it always feel so shameful?

Portia stopped her groping between his legs and moved to a position that left her crouching between his parted thighs. Martin’s breathing was fast and heavy as his mind reeled in shock at what was happening to him. He tried to look at Portia again, but felt shame overtake him and he looked away just as quickly, his eyes resting closed.

“Time to unwrap the gift…” Portia teased softly, returning her hand to the quivering boy’s tummy. Using her forefinger, she tickled into the waistband of his swimming shorts, running it from his tummy and round to his side, testing the springy nature of the elastic menacingly.

“Ngghhhh! (No…) Nnnghhh gghhhh (not that…)!!” Martin whined, his young helpless body tensing at the girl’s threatening action. ‘Oh god… she’s going to…’

“Not what?” Portia replied knowingly… pulling the elastic of his shorts further away from his body and letting it snap back to his side. Mercilessly, she re-inserted her finger into the waistband and traced it back round to his front, to the base of his tummy. Still feeling the tension in Martin’s body and feeding on his embarrassed terror, she tugged the elastic outwards from the front of his tummy, nearly exposing him.

“Ngggghhh! (No…) Ngggghhh mmmghghh gghhhnnntt (not my privates…),” Martin whined pathetically, his face crimson in humiliated defeat and a ‘life or death’ desire not to be exposed. “Pnnnngghhh (please), dnnnghh pnnghghhh mmmnnnggh sshhghhh dgghhhhh (don’t pull my shorts down)…”
But Portia giggled, feeding on his embarrassment and modesty, smiling broadly. Undeterred, her menacing fingers came together at the front of Martin’s swimming shorts and invaded the waistband, fiddling with the drawstring inside.

Martin was awash with dejection and impending shame. His blood was boiling, his face scarlet with fear and embarrassment and his heart beating ten to the dozen inside his palpating chest. He knew he was powerless to stop the girl from getting what she wanted and slowly resigned himself to the inevitability of it all that experience had shown him. His experience however, couldn’t prevent a stinging tear falling from his eye and to his cheek.

He could feel Portia’s fingers dancing inside the front of his swim shorts. While his penis continued to tingle with previous arousal, he could feel the drawstring chords of the shorts tighten slightly around his waist as she worked away at them, then felt them go loosely limp. The knot was undone…

“There…” Portia beamed… “Nice and loose now… hmmmm?” Martin could only sniffle as several other tears escaped onto his glowing cheek. Protesting was useless. “Time to find out what my cute little slave boy has been hiding from me all this time…”

With a quiet giggle of irony, Portia moved to Martin’s side, resting on the bridges of her feet. She placed the palm of her right hand directly onto Martin’s tummy, gently rubbing over his navel. She waited for his breathing to return to some normal pattern of calmness, stroking his belly and calming him down. Seducing him to her will.

“Pnnnngghhh (Portia)…” Martin tried to whisper. “Dnnngghh dgghhhhh thhhgghh (don’t do this)…”

Portia’s fingers took no notice of Martin’s latest plea, finally entering the waistband of his shorts, an act that made the boy brace himself and gasp at the naughty, tickly feeling it gave him in his tummy and through his young genitals. He knew that she was about to feel his private parts for real… with her hand… skin on skin…

Martin’s breathing became rapid and strained again when he finally felt her fingers trace over his pubis and encircle his penis. His body tensed again and he helplessly tried to pull his knees together to stop the girl from gaining any more access to his secret places.

‘Noooo!’ Martin protested in his mind, his thoughts gabbling quickly as he tried to rationalise what was happening. ‘She’s feeling my dick… she’s at my willy… Noooo, this mustn’t happen… I can’t let her…’ But Portia giggled as she gripped and groped his young erection.

“Mmmm, this feels nice…” she remarked playfully. “A nice little stiff one… hmmm?” Martin could only sniffle a muted protest, a quiet denial as more tears shed from his water laden eyes.

‘Ohhhhh please help me… I don’t like it…’ the boy continued to protest in his mind. ‘But it feels… sexy, it feels… good… it tingles. Mmmmmm, she’s in charge… she’s a girl and she’s in charge… Girls are supposed to be in charge… It’s just natural… Portia said so… No! Stop it Martin, this is what she wants… Boys are best…’

“Awww Martin,” Portia soothed, gently squeezing his penis before commencing a firm but deliberately slow back and forth masturbation of him. “I can feel down here that you do like it… your body tells me so… and your thoughts too…”

“Nnnghh!” Martin blustered in denial, for once forcing his eyes open to emphasise his fight against her telling words.

“You’re a special boy deep down Martin… just like your friend Daniel… You both like it when a girl is in charge... It fascinates you... yet you feel ashamed to admit it and to accept it, despite what your mind desires... You both like it especially when a girl plays with you… just like this.” With that, Portia pushed her hand down further into Martin’s shorts, cupping his wrinkled little scrotum in the palm of her hand. Martin gasped again as she began to squeeze him gently, massaging the curious balls of his testicles.

“Mmmmgghh,” Martin sighed, closing his eyes, unable to deny the pleasure he was feeling, despite his teary demeanour and the feelings of humiliation. His breathing began to calm. It was like a roller coaster ride.

“Boys like you and Daniel get to know the natural order of things… Hmmm? Girls really aren’t the ‘weaker sex’ after all… You see… we can bring pleasure to you by playing with your little bits and bobs like I’m doing now… and we can bring pain too… Just like this…” With that, Portia squeezed hard into the boy’s helpless scrotum, an act that pushed his testicles together tightly, causing no small amount of pain and attention.

“NNNNNNGGGHH!!” Martin whined in pain as the girl’s hand squeezed his scrotum hard.

“But I don’t like having to hurt you,” Portia announced firmly. “I don’t really like hurting boys un-necessarily.” Suddenly, she relaxed her grip on the boy’s testicles and moved her hand back to his penis, resuming her masturbation of him. “You see?”

“Mmmmmm!” Martin agreed quickly, sighing with relief that pain was replaced with pleasure.

“Good boy… so do you agree then that girls should be in charge all the time and that we’re not the weaker sex? Hmmmm?”

“Mmmmm…” Martin mumbled reluctantly and nodded his head slowly. He secretly (or so he thought) crossed his fingers on his right hand. He was smart enough to know that he would have said anything if it meant that Portia wouldn’t hurt him again. So he simply allowed the girl to slowly move her hand back and forth along the length of his young cock as she firmly controlled his arousal.

Martin sighed, a mix of confusion, shame and stimulation all clouding through his mind as the girl continued her abuse of him, and her seduction of him. Portia was tying Martin into emotional knots…

“As you are finding out, boys’ willies and their little ball bags really are their weakness… Which is why us girls should be in charge… Hmmm?”

“Mmmmmmm…” Martin gasped, nodding his head slowly as his cock continued to bulge under her expert handling of him. He’d just betrayed his whole gender, conceding to her as she gently wanked him.

‘It shouldn’t be that way,’ Martin mused in his mind. ‘But it seems to be true… Portia said so… and it feels so nice when she’s being nice to me… Nice when she’s touching me there… In charge… of… Nnngngghhh… Mmmmmm… girls in charge of boys… in charge of my dick… She’s so pretty… in charge… tingling… I want to cum… I want her to make me cum… weaker sex… oh god… I need to cum…” He blushed as his thoughts continued to confirm his undoubted arousal and to his dismay, flowed more freely without question now. She was winning.

Portia giggled playfully, and sighed as she devoured her boy victim’s emotions, and as she masturbated him teasingly in the water of the pool. With his eyes closed, and through his numbing arousal, Martin did not see Portia whispering under her breath once more… casting…

Portia ceased her masturbation of the boy and completed her ‘spell.’ Martin tensed and recoiled in terror as he felt the material of his shorts tear down the right hand side… ripping… on it’s own.

“Nnngghhh!” he exclaimed powerlessly, as Portia’s hand left his private parts. As his eyes flicked open in horror and disbelief, he felt the agonising reality that his shorts had ripped and were perilously close to falling loosely away from his groin. ‘Nooooooo!’ he thought dejectedly. ‘Not naked… please!’

“Oh dear,” Portia teased wickedly, her hand now gripping the elastic waistband of his shorts, her actions alone currently deciding the fate of the boy at her command - for him to be nude… or not… “It seems your shorts are a little… errrm… ‘distressed.’”

“Nnnnghhhh!” Martin tried to bark in protest. ‘Stop it!’ But it was too late, Portia tugged the shorts and they fell quickly away from his groin, leaving him totally naked under the water… Though obviously already wet, somehow, the action of the material being pulled away from his groin, made him feel wetter… more vulnerable… fully NAKED.

With a menacing splash, Portia stood up in the pool and held his torn swimming shorts above her head, waving them about teasingly in front of Martin’s face, like a trophy… some of the water dribbling irritatingly onto his face.

“Little boy’s lost his shorts!” Portia beamed playfully, before tossing the shorts away behind her into the deeper water. “And now my little slave boy’s all nude and helpless… my, my… whatever is a girl to do?”

“Pmmmmmhhh (please)… ssmmggghhh (stop),” Martin pleaded, mortified to be fully naked now and at Portia’s ongoing whim, a blush renewing it’s acquaintance with his cheeks.

“Hush now my sweet,” Portia insisted quietly. “You’ll like this next bit… I promise you… Hold still now…” With those words, Portia moved forward, right in between his captive legs. The tops of her own legs and the hidden bounty of her safely concealed crotch were just inches from his face.

In slow motion, Martin was transfixed by the closeness of her preteen femininity as she seemed to reach behind his head… his cock still tingling and buoyed by her recent sexual stimulation of it. Having retrieved what she was after, the pretty young girl returned to her position in the pool, this time kneeling down in front of the prone and exposed boy.

Martin could see that Portia was holding a pair of swimming goggles, and watched curiously as she looped the rubber strap around the back of her head and tightened it. Then she parked the goggles themselves over her eyes. Such was Martin’s curiosity and shock at being fully nude now, and through his giddied arousal, it took a few moments for him to register just what Portia was up to.

“Nnggghh (no!),” Martin exclaimed… again trying to wrestle free from his bonds and to pull his knees together… Anything to cover his modesty… He would have done almost anything to stop another girl from getting to look at his private parts… ‘Noooo! She’s going to look…’ he sounded in his mind. ‘Don’t let at her look at me down there… Please! Make her stop mummy…’ and fresh tears escaped his eyes, tickling down his crimson cheeks. It was going to happen and he felt sick to the pit of his fluttering tummy. ‘It’s not fair… I don’t want her to see… Please don’t let her look at my willy…’

“Awwww come on Martin,” Portia soothed, a mischievous and almost victorious smile spreading over her pretty face. “Just a little sneaky peak… It’s only us two here… it’s not like all the giggling girl guides are here…” That remark reinforced the crimson hue bristling within Martin’s cheeks and it brought him to attention, making him take a deep, pensive breath. He could almost hear his heart thumping in his chest as he waited for her to do what she wanted…

Martin felt helpless… weak… vulnerable… and inevitably submissive. He felt like a sorry little boy suffering at the hands of a ‘mean’ girl. A girl… her with a vagina, a mysterious and mighty all conquering, and proud vagina… And all tucked away and neatly hidden from view inside her body, inside her swimsuit… And then him… just a boy… with a silly, naked, pointy-out willy… A willy about to be seen by another girl. A boy being dominated by a girl… abused by a girl… It was so shameful for him… but agonisingly arousing. The muscle in his crotch tensed of it’s own accord, making his erection flex…

“Awwww, you’re adorable Martin…” Portia soothed softly. “Such a nice and sensitive boy… just like you all should be…” She briefly adjusted the goggles over her eyes. “Little boys shouldn’t be so modest… it’s only a part of your body… It’s something that can bring a lot of pleasure, indeed… Let me show you…” With that, she took her breath a bobbed under the water…

In slow motion, Martin watched helplessly and with impending doom as Portia took a deep breath and submerged slowly into the water between his legs… He was powerless to stop her invading his privacy, and to stop her from looking at his boyish genitals. His heart pounded, adrenalin pumped and elephants stampeded through his tummy… embarrassment, shock and a sense of defeat cascading through his mind. He knew that a girl was looking at his dick… and looking at his balls too… He felt the same fear and shame he always did when a ‘new’ girl got to see his bits and bobs… He couldn’t stop it then… and he couldn’t stop it now. He couldn’t cover himself with his hands and he couldn’t pull his knees together to block her view. Portia… a girl, held all of the cards…

Martin gasped back to the moment as he felt the girl’s hand regain it’s position, cupping his scrotum and fingering the delicate furrows of skin concealing his preteen testicles. Then quickly, another hand resumed it’s grip around the embarrassingly naked and rigid erection of his penis. His body tensed and his breathing became rapid as he succumbed to her further exploration of his blossoming masculinity.

‘Oh god…’ Martin pleaded in his mind. ‘Why does it feel so good?’ Suddenly, Martin felt the hand leave his erection, and instead replaced by something warm and moist… and a sucking sensation… It was her mouth. ‘Holy shit!’ The boy panted as he felt Portia’s lips encircling his shaft and the warmth of her mouth, pulling and sucking along the short length of his cock. Though it wasn’t the first time that a girl had put his penis into their mouth, it was enlighteningly sensual when his genitals were submerged in water like that.

And as quick as it started, Portia’s mouth left Martin’s penis as she surfaced to take another breath. When she re-submerged, the boy found himself wishing that she would suckle him again, but it wasn’t to be. Instead, he felt Portia’s hand grip his cock more tightly this time and she began a swift, firm masturbatory action… back and forwards, stimulating him vociferously.

The length and firmness of Portia’s stroking, masturbatory actions drew Martin’s foreskin back tightly behind the glans heightening his feeling of exposure and vulnerability, along with his escalating arousal. Faster and faster she wanked him… tighter and tighter. She was on a mission… racing to make him cum before she needed to take breath again.

And Portia won… After what was no more than ten seconds (though feeling like a full five minutes to Martin), the sexual energy rippled electrifyingly from the tip of his cock and along the root to his balls. An enforced orgasm began sharply, sending that horny, tickly feeling of climax radiating through his genitals. And powerlessly, the boy began to ejaculate under the water in front of his conqueress.

And while Martin’s sexual pleasure continued, he found himself surrounded by the familiar pale whiteness… enveloping him in warmth as he fell downwards… ejaculating… spurting… falling. He felt as though he was losing consciousness as he tumbled… riding his orgasm… There was whispering in his ears…

“See you again real soon Martin… my sweet…” And he passed out.

When he awoke, Martin’s senses cleared quickly and he found that he was lying on his bed at his Grandma’s house wearing nothing at all… He had made a very wet and sticky mess all over the bed sheets - and he was horrified about that. On the floor at the side of the bed, a discarded pair of swimming shorts lay crumpled. Picking them up, Martin noticed that they were wet through… and he could smell the chlorinated water of a swimming pool on them.

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And so, Martin finished telling Daniel his account of what happened with Portia.

“Shit Martin,” Daniel began softly. “That’s so awful… I’m sorry if what went on with Portia and me had anything to do with her going after you… You know I wouldn’t have told her deliberately don’t you?”

“Relax man!” Martin replied ruefully. “I believe you mate… I just don’t know what to do for the best… Do they really have the power to stay young? Like… forever?”

“I don’t know… It’s all pretty weird… and embarrassing…” Daniel replied, sighing with frustration and looking down at his feet. There was a brief silence and when Daniel looked back up to the monitor, he noticed that Martin wore a look of abject curiosity on his face, almost as if a light bulb had become illuminated in his mind...

Neither of them had to say it, but both boys knew from their experiences that it was a very distressing situation, wrestling with the knowledge and fear that there were aspects of what was happening that felt really good… Things that secretly, deep down, they looked forward to... Neither boy knew what to make of it all, nor what to do. In both of their lives, there was discord and malcontent - emotional baggage that had the power to push them towards accepting what was happening, and into the arms of their nubile, immortal dominants. Subconsciously, they were gradually being swept along the pathway to where the pleasure was... But to get there, involved embarrassment, humiliation and submissiveness. Submitting to girls.

“Look mate…” Daniel finally resumed. “I’ve really got to go and get ready, mum's taking Chloe and me to a craft show… I’ll call you later in the week yeah?”

“Ooooh, enjoy… I’m sure you’ll have fun… You like building kits and stuff don’t you?” Martin replied sincerely.

“Well yes… but it’s not that kind of craft show…” Daniel explained mournfully. “It’s all basket weaving, cake baking and ‘artistic pottery.’ No plastic aeroplane kits to be seen I bet!”

“Okay, take care,” Martin chuckled. And the Skype call ended. Daniel had to adjust the bulge in his pants, still reminding him of what his friend had just told him about his time with Portia. There was a tinge of jealousy, a hint of remorse and a bucket load of empathy for his friend.
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Daniel sat in the back seat of the family car, a spacious luxury saloon with spotless beige upholstery as his mother drove him and his sister through the capacious, ornate gates of Bough Hill Manor, some eight miles outside of the Weltby suburbs. As usual, his sister was sat in the front and making use of her kindle to read some novel or other. And as usual, his mother had the radio set for a station specialising in classical music. Frustratingly for Daniel however, she never had the volume sufficiently loud enough in the car to fully benefit from whatever music being played.

As the car passed the front gates and along the finely stoned drive up to the manor's car park, 'Mars,' from Gustav Holt's Planet Suite was playing - actually a piece that Daniel would normally enjoy. It seemed a very long drive from the front gates to the car park, through leafy woodland, pale, milky sunlight managing to filter through the canopy and illuminating an occasional scattering of wild looking flowers.

As the car tires crackled over the loosely stoned surface of the roadway, Mrs Grainger gingerly turned the vehicle into a vacant parking space. It appeared that this craft show was popular with the locals.

As normally happened, at events like these, Mrs Grainger, Daniel and his sister Chloe began to walk round the exhibits and stalls as a family unit, pointing out things of interest, garnering ideas and enthusing in the multitude of crafts on show. Naturally, some things interested Chloe more than Daniel, and some things interested Mrs Grainger more than both siblings. And so it was not long before all three were making their own way round the show, through the various ornate and picturesque rooms of the manor.

Daniel had surprised himself and had discovered an exhibitor who excelled in making sculptures from metal nuts, bolts and screws, finely welded and polished. His imagination was caught in particular by the sculptures depicting World War 2 aircraft of the Royal Air Force. There was a six foot long Lancaster bomber and a very smart looking Spitfire fighter. He exchanged pleasantries with the grey bearded gentleman who was only too pleased to find somebody so young interested in his work. Daniel learned a lot about that particular craft and began to feel that the trip would not be a 'boring disaster' after all.

After an in depth discussion with the metallic sculptor about the merits of the Hurricane and the Spitfire in fighting off the Luftwaffe during the Battle of Britain, Daniel felt the need to use the toilet and he began to make his way there by following the small sign posters. Through the crowds, he seemed to take a wrong turning and ended up along a dimly lit corridor that was evidently deserted.

Recognising that he had indeed taken a wrong turn, Daniel turned round and made his way back along the corridor. He came across an alcove half way along the corridor that caught his attention. It possessed a dark stained wooden bookcase, lined with a large number of ordinarily mundane looking publications. Curious, Daniel examined the books more closely to see what they were about. He was not to be disappointed, for he discovered titles relating to aviation, merchant shipping and astronomy. The books varied in age visibly, with more elderly looking books that smelled of pipe tobacco to the left hand end, with more modern works towards the right.

Daniel picked out a book that purported to be all about mapping the galaxy and he leafed through the book, finding details and charts that captured his burgeoning imagination and captivated his interest. He was still vaguely aware that he needed to use the toilet at some point, but lost himself in the mathematics and physics of stargazing and mapping them. If he had the courage, he would have liked to have asked the owner of the manor if he could borrow the book.

He turned the book back over to examine the spine, if nothing else to make a note of the author and publisher. But before he could ponder that thought any further, his body was encapsulated in warm, heavenly white light and he felt his legs become weak. Instinctively, he dropped the book to the floor before he felt himself falling and tumbling... his mind knowing instantly what was happening...

'Noooooo! Charley!' Daniel thought with horror. 'Not here... Nooooo!' He closed his eyes tightly as he fought to control the tumbling sensation, beginning to feel the very familiar motion sickness he usually experienced. And soon enough, everything went dark... Still. Silent.

His senses gradually awoke, and Daniel became able to recognise that his surroundings were dimly lit, actually candle lit. A study maybe… As he looked around, he noticed that the walls were largely wood paneled, stained a dark brown, adding to the ornate appearance. Down one side of the room, an antique and extravagantly capacious bookcase with seemingly countless elderly looking leather-bound books neatly filling the shelves. Above him, the ceiling possessed sprawling artworks depicting scenes of Asiatic Indian culture during colonial times of the British Empire, rich in colour. Two ornate and well populated candle chandeliers provided what light there was…

Daniel tried to move… but found that he couldn’t. Looking down, he saw that he was clothed in just a pair of underpants, but they weren’t his… They were thin, white and seemed to be made of a front and a rear portion, tied together precariously at his hips… Looking elsewhere, he observed that he was secured to a complicated dark wooden frame by his wrists and the back of his knees with fluorescent pink shoelaces, he recognised that he was spread like a letter ‘H.’ To his right, there was a small, antique looking wooden table, a golden lion motif etched into the top surface and well polished.

The imprisoned boy swallowed hard and his heart raced, nervously. He was tilted forward slightly, his wrists secured at the top end of the frame, meaning his arms were above and spread either side of his head. His legs were apart and separated too, tied at the backs of his knees to the lower part of the H-frame. There was a pink silken ribbon belt circling his back and securing his body to the centre of the frame. He felt that his crotch and bottom, were very vulnerable, open to any attention while suspended in that way from the frame. He tried more forcefully to move, but found he was just as immobile… It was Charley’s work again. And pretty frightening it was too...

When Daniel next drew breath, he could sense a familiar coconut fragrance tease his nostrils that triggered a succession of rapid memories…

‘Oh no… Charley…’ Daniel thought as he pulled even harder at his bonds. ‘Oh god not again…’

From behind him, music began to play, making Daniel tense briefly… He recognised the music from a film he watched earlier in the summer with his friend Martin. It was called, ‘Inside Man,’ and was about a bank robbery. It was piece by A R Rahman and was titled Chaiyya Chaiyya.

Daniel tried to compose himself, and felt his breathing become heavy with a knowing fear and a need to prepare himself. From the corner of his eye, he sensed movement, and slowly, Charley stepped round from behind him and moved to stand directly in front of the captured boy, her face serene, pretty as ever, almost welcoming.

Though her beauty was always the first thing that every boy noticed when he was in this situation, Daniel was just as quick to observe her attire... and she looked very different on this occasion... He swallowed hard again as he noticed her simple black bra with the seam and edge lacing picked out in fiery red, encasing her still modest bosom. Her panties matched the upper garment perfectly. Her mid-riff was totally exposed, her navel, a tempting if not hypnotic centre-piece. She was bare-foot too...

Daniel recognised that Charley appeared.... dominant. She stood in front of him, her head capped exquisitely with an elegantly jeweled tiara, with small jeweled fronds reaching down to form a downward peak at the top of her forehead and her skin seemed darker… tanned… She possessed the aura of an Indian princess… And Daniel was in rapture...

“Cat got your tongue?” Charley smiled warmly, then giggled playfully like she always did when she had caused mischief.

“Meow!” Daniel said, meaning to say something else. “Meow… MEOW!” His voice had been replaced with cat-like sounds as a result of one of Charley's casts. Instantly, Daniel blushed, feeling that mewling like a feline felt worse to him than gurgling like a baby, or even talking with a higher pitched girl’s voice. He felt very silly, hanging there helpless and immobile in front of his perennial tormentress.

Charley moved in closer to Daniel and stared almost empathetically into his pleading eyes. She was able to recognise his fear and his embarrassment. They were always present, and of course the main emotions that fed her needs. But more noticeable this time was a kind of expectant excitement... almost accepting. Charley wanted to enhance all of those emotions further... so she kissed him warmly and passionately on the lips, as if to welcome him. But to remind him of his powerlessness and of her dominance, she gently fondled and caressed his vulnerable scrotum and penis through the material of his undergarment with her hand… cupping, stroking, pinching and tickling.

Daniel recoiled at her sudden touching of his private parts, and felt the shameful powerlessness of his situation, once more at the hands of a girl… but he felt himself open up to his adoration of her. He almost welcomed it... Bathing in her unquestionable beauty. Feeling her tongue intertwine with his... Hers quickly dominating. Elsewhere, he could feel her girlish fingers exploring his private parts concealed in the flimsy material of his undergarment...

His erection was quickly evident as you would expect from such a pubescent preteen boy receiving such attention from his female equivalent. Through his feelings of humiliation, he was excited by the delicate fondling that his testicles were experiencing as Charley cupped them gently and traced her fingernails over the concealed sac of his scrotum. Then he gasped within the kiss as the girl danced her fingertips along the rigid form of his penis, tickling and grazing over the sensitive tip.

The kiss seemed to last for a very long time and when Charley finally broke off the kiss and moved to stand back in front of him, Daniel found his mouth to be very dry and feeling thirsty.

“I know you’re thirsty… I can help you…” Charley whispered, trailing her fingertips tantalisingly up and down his naked chest and unprotected tummy. “Slave boy…” She let out a playful giggle again and then walked over to a dark wooden cabinet at the side of the bookcase and retrieved a tumbler glass and a decanter. Daniel’s eyes widened curiously as he saw what was inside the decanter… a cloudy, light blue liquid.

“Meow!? <what’s that?>…” Daniel mewled like a worrisome kitten, unsure of it’s fate. He was scared that it was some kind of poison.

“This?” Charley replied, pouring some of the contents into the tumbler. “Oh this is my special coconut milkshake… I know you’ll love it… All the boys love it, in the end…” She walked back from the cabinet to position herself in front of Daniel again and offered the glass up to his mouth, but Daniel was reluctant and he pursed his lips tightly shut to barricade his mouth from the invading glass. "It’s quite safe…" chuckled Charley at the boy's resistance. "I haven’t had a boy die on me yet…” she grinned. But Daniel was still reluctant and breathed hard through his nose, still clenching his lips shut and holding his breath tightly.

“Nnnngghhh!” he managed to sound, shaking his head defensively.

“Maybe this will persuade you…” Charley whispered playfully, holding the glass steady near his mouth with one hand and cupping his genitals in the other. “Hmmmm?” With that, she squeezed Daniel’s tokens of masculinity hard through his underpants, bringing instant reddened rage to his face and tears to his eyes… He winced at the discomfort that the girl was giving him, desperate not to lose the fight…

Daniel contemplated the horrible dawning thought in his mind that a girl was about to make him do something that he didn't want to do again... About to make him obey her, just by holding his private parts in her hand and he felt ashamed, humiliated and weak… totally inferior, just because of what he had between his legs that she could control.

“Obey me slave boy,” Charley smiled into his teary, squinting eyes. “Or I can squeeze harder… hmmm? Or maybe I can bring out those wriggling little snakes… or maybe that pointy little needle that’s still waiting to start that little ‘boy’s only’ operation… Hmmmm?” And just before Charley could start to tighten her grip, Daniel gasped, let out his straining breath, and finally allowed the girl to offer the glass to his lips… And he drank…

Daniel gradually gulped down the contents of the small glass, finding that it truly did taste of milk and coconuts. Maybe it was just a coconut milkshake…

“Th-thanks…” Daniel sighed with relief that the drink did not appear to be 'bad' after all, and grateful that his voice had been restored. He quickly found that his demeanour allowed his breathing to return to normal as Charley's hand left it's threatening position at his genitals.

“Good boy… I knew you’d like it,” Charley beamed. “It’s my own special recipe… some ground coconut… some semi-skimmed milk… some Malibu… and a little something extra to give it some colour… The other girls love it when their boys drink some too..."

“Extra? Wh... what do you mean, extra?” Daniel frowned, already concerned that Charley had admitted that she had given him alcohol. What else? He'd heard all sorts of horror stories about narcotic drugs and their terrible effects to such an extent that he had vowed within himself never ever to try drugs... not even to try cigarettes. He wanted to be a sensible boy...

“Ha haah!” Charley giggled. “Yes, a little something extra… guaranteed to make you tingle, down you know where… and to keep you erect and attentive for the entire time you are here…”

“Nnnoooo! What do you mean? What have you done?” Daniel pulled at his bonds furiously, protesting at what horrors Charley might have in store for him. His young sensitive cock and testicles still 'attentive' from the fondling they received during the kiss that Charley gave him. Naughty, embarrassing... but exciting.

"Awwww, don't be like that Danny-boy..." Charley soothed, leaning in close to Daniel's face and staring intently into his mournful looking tear-filled eyes. "Trust me..." she whispered and Daniel relaxed and breathed hard, succumbing to her soothing command. "The little something extra in my milkshake just means that your darling little willy will stay nice and hard for me to play with... whatever happens..."

Charley leaned in to kiss him again, resuming where they had left off some moments ago. This time however, instead of fondling him, she teasingly menaced her finger into the waistband of the undergarment. The finger traced inside the waistband from Daniel's left side to his right over his ticklish tummy. Daniel gasped and wriggled as his tummy reacted to the impromptu tickle.

Briefly, Charley broke off the kiss and giggled. Daniel laughed slightly too, barely able to suppress a shy smile that made him look away submissively. Though he knew he shouldn't, he was enjoying her attention... he was welcoming it, submitting to it... wanting it...

"That's more like it hmmmm?" she whispered. "Everything's better with girls in charge... hmmm? So much better if you trust me..." She resumed the kiss. As her tongue once more demonstrated it's dominance over Daniel's, Charley's fingers fiddled with the dainty knots at his hips that maintained his undergarment in place...

"Mmmmmgghhh..." Daniel sighed, barely protesting as he felt her fingers prizing the knots holding the fabric together at his hips. Within a moment, the humiliated, aroused and confused boy felt the material at the front and back of his crotch fall away and the cool air surround his most private and secret parts. Charley had bared him once more... He was on display for her, whether he liked it or not.

"Hmmmmm," Charley giggled quietly as she broke off the kiss again and stood back to admire Daniel's naked body and private parts. "You really are a very handsome boy Danny... We're gonna have so much fun today..." Licking her lips, she sauntered effortlessly over to the dark wooden cabinet in the corner, the same cabinet from which she had retrieved the 'milkshake' moments earlier.

With Charley standing in front of the cabinet, Daniel was curious at the sounds coming from that corner of the room since he couldn't see what she was doing. It did sound as though she was searching for something, rummaging and shuffling. At last, it appeared that Charley had found what it was that she was looking for...

"There... there it is..." Charley announced in triumph... With that, Daniel watched the pretty girl turn on the spot from the cabinet and walk more quickly back towards him. In her right hand, he could see that she was carrying a peacock feather... "You remember our game of 'Truth and Tickle' when we first played together don't you Daniel?"

As Charley drew closer, she swished the menacing, instrument of tickling doom in front of Daniel's face. The boy gulped nervously as he recalled her tickle torture of him when Charley had him tied down to his bed as she slowly stripped him of his underpants for the first time.

"Nooooo! Please Charley..." Daniel gasped. "Not tickling... please!!" But his pleading went unheeded as the playful giggling mistress instantly thrust the feather in the direction of his exposed hairless armpits. "Ahhhh-hahaha!" he giggled aloud as the feather danced briefly over his left armpit... then his right and back to his left. "Haaa-hahaha!!"

"Nothing to be afraid of is there? It's just a silly feather..." Charley teased, bringing the feather across the top of his chest and under his chin. Briefly she tickled his nose, almost making the powerless boy sneeze. She brought the feather to rest. "Now then my sweet little Danny boy... it's time to play 'Tickle and Truth' with me again..." Daniel's face wilted once more at the prospect of her tickling him. "And I need not remind you Danny... if you lie, I will know..."

The boy shut his eyes and prepared for the worst as Charley resumed her gentle tickling under his chin and over his chest.

"First of all..." Charley began. "Do you still like me?" The feather tickled from nipple to nipple across Daniel's chest repeatedly.

"Y-yes!" Daniel replied between breaths as he tried fruitlessly to wriggle his body and escape the feather-light touch.

"So... you still find me attractive?" she asked again, allowing the feather to roam beneath the dark wooden beam of the frame across and supporting his upper belly and dance around his navel.

"Haahhh-ahahahah! Y-yes!" Daniel giggled and gasped in response. He was telling the truth, eager for the tickling to stop.

"Good boy... Because I am very fond of you... slave boy..." Charley soothed through the boy's enforced giggling. "You like being my slave boy, don't you Danny?" she asked, snaking the feather along the sides of his rib cage, up and down.

"Oowwww, ha-haaah-ha-ha! Stop it! That tickles! Ha-hahahah!" Daniel whimpered pathetically, desperately riding the tickle torture. "Sometimes... ha-hahaha y-yes... it feels nice... ha-ha-ha-ha sometimes..."

"You like it when I play with you down here, don't you?" Charley asked sweetly, moving the dancing feather to the area between his spread legs, tickling over his upper thighs, over his scrotum and expertly along the length of his prominent young erection.

"Mmmmghh ha-haahh-haha!" Daniel gasped, his body tensing at the intimate tickling contact with his genitals. His glans and foreskin were taking a terrible tickling... "Stop it! Please! It's too much..."

"Oh I know it's hard... <giggle> Answer my questions and the tickling will stop..." Charley soothed like a nurse caring for a poorly patient. "I promise..."

"Y-yes... ahhh-hahahha!" Daniel blurted helplessly. "I... I like it... sometimes..." Moving round the frame from which Daniel was suspended, Charley continued to tickle around his lower body until she was out of the boy's sight. Away from his view, all he could feel was that confounded feather, swishing up and down his upper thighs. Through his giggling and his battle not to lose his breath, Daniel felt the feather trace a different path, snaking round and tickling the back side of his scrotum and menacing into the vicinity of his perineum.

"Are you ticklish back here too little boy?" Charley beamed, dancing the feather quickly backwards and forwards between his scrotal sac and his exposed anus. This was a new escalation in the tickle torture game.

"Ahhhhh-hahahaha!" Daniel guffawed boisterously, unable to stop his body reacting, and trying to tense his body and shut out the rampant tickling that was occurring in very secret places indeed. He had never felt anything tickle his bottom before and the sensations thrilled and terrified him in equal measure... "Pllleaasee! Stop it... Not there... Don't... haaaah-hahahah... please, don't tickle me there..."

"Don't tickle you where?" Charley teased, knowing full well what impact she was having on the boy at her command. The feather swished and meandered along his bottom, to his scrotum and repeatedly back through the valley between his buttocks to the base of his spine.

"Nnnggghhh!! Not my bum!" Daniel protested, a strained, blush spreading across his face as he continued to feel the feather's delicate yet persistent touch running along inside the crease of his bottom... tickling the puckered flesh of his anus. This time, Charley had gone too far and it shamed him anew, fighting valiantly for breath and trying desperately to clench his bottom cheeks together.

"Soooo... my little slave boy IS ticklish back here..." Charley giggled softly, returning the tickling feather's area of focus to the back of his thighs instead. Though he was still feeling the nagging tickles of the feather on his thighs, he felt better able to control his bodily reaction and stop himself from giggling at her attention.

In the brief pause that Charley was allowing to enable him to regain his breath and his bodily control, Daniel was aware that he was enjoying himself, despite being fully naked and exposed in front of his young 'mistress' and that he was 'suffering' the indignities of tickle torture. He couldn't deny, much less hide the sexual arousal he was feeling and displaying out front. If it had little hands, his penis would surely be in salute to it's conqueress.

Suddenly, Daniel tensed his whole body again and tried to move as the feather resumed it's attack. This time at his feet...

"Nooooo!! Haaaah-hahahah!" Daniel shrieked, spreading his toes wide and trying to shoo the feather away without success. And Charley was relentless this time...

"Let's see how much you can really take Danny boy..." Charley teased, quickening the pace of the peacock feather as it explored the soles of Daniel's feet.

"Nnnnnghhhh... ahahhhhahahahh!" Daniel giggled a weakened protest, struggling to concentrate on anything other than the tickling and trying to catch his breath.

"You like girls being in charge don't you Danny?" Charley asked more authoritarian this time. "Hmmmm?" Her captive did not answer, but continued to try and fight off the feather's touches, making him repeatedly stretch his toes wide and try to squeeze them together quickly. "C'mon Danny... answer me and the tickling will stop... You like it when a girl is in charge and makes you feel good hmmmm?"

"Ohhhhhhh god.... Stop it please Charley... Aaahhh-hahahahahah-ahhhh!" Daniel protested, struggling for breath and feeling the sweat beginning to form across his forehead. "Yesssss! I like it!" he finally admitted, which was true to a certain extent. He thought that the tickling would stop, but Charley continued the torture of his feet with the teasing implement.

"Good boy Danny..." Charley soothed, swishing the feather across the soles of his feet, between his toes and over the back of his ankles with equal aplomb. "Last question... now what shall it be?" Charley knew exactly what she was doing, she could sense the horror spreading through Daniel's mind and she was playing him, dragging out the game of 'Truth and Tickle' to feed on his emotions once more.

"Please... ask it quickly... aaaahhh-hahahahah!!" Daniel begged. "I think I'm going to pee... ahhh-hahahahahaah! Please!" It was true, that nagging need to urinate was being exacerbated by the tickling that the boy was suffering across the souls of his feet. His body was starting to focus only on the stimulation of his feet meaning that Daniel was in danger of losing control of his bodily functions while he tried to fight off the girl's tickling assault. He blushed and nearly panicked at the thought of her making him wet himself as a consequence of a silly tickling game. And Charley fed...

"If you wet all over the floor, so be it," Charley began, not for one second relaxing the pace of which she swished the feather of his unprotected feet. "But I will be forced to punish you... and I will make you clean it up before you go home..."

"Please!!! Just ask the question..." Daniel begged. "Ahhhh-hahahaha!! Please!!"

"And you'll answer me?" Charley asked, relentless in her game. "Honestly? You'll answer me?"

"YES Charley!!" Daniel cried out in angst. "Ahhhhh-hahahahah... JUST ask it... now... please before I..."

"Okay then Danny boy... here goes..." she giggled, adding another agonising pause. "Do you want me to make you feel good?"

"Ohhhhh God..." Daniel gasped, amazed at the simplicity of the question, grateful that it was a question so easy to answer and that the tickling was about to stop. "Yes aaahhh-hahahahah... I do..." And Daniel was about to let out a sigh of unbridled relief.

But the tickling didn't stop.

"Tell me how you want me to make you feel good Danny," Charley continued, paying attention to Daniel's left foot with the exploratory feather.

"B... but... Charley... Ahhhh-ahahahahahah! You promised..." Daniel spluttered in disbelief, the relief he craved feeling so very far away as his bladder alerted him to some impending shame.

"I'm a girl.. and that means I'm in charge... and I can change my mind my darling little slave boy..." Charley announced primly. "So tell me what it is I can do to make you feel good before you wet yourself like a silly little baby boy..."

Remembering back to the first game of 'Tickle and Truth' he played with Charley, Daniel looked for a very quick resolution to his current plight and impending predicament. He was learning how to play the games that Charley played, and how he could push back the embarrassment he felt succumbing so easily to the whims of a magical girl like Charley and making the most of the elements that felt good. Though there were undoubted feelings of insecurity, humiliation and shame - emotions that Charley fed upon greedily every time from Daniel, he was growing to focus on his arousal and the positive aspects of the relationship he shared with the girl.

"Please Mi-mistress Charley..." Daniel stammered. "Ahhh-haaahahaha, please play with my... pr... private parts to make me feel good..." The feather continuing it's focused dance across both of his feet.

"Play with your what?" Charley continued her playful inquisition while expertly guiding her tool of tickle torture to punctuate her physical and mental control over him.

"Ohhh god... please stop Charley..." Daniel begged, on the verge of suffering the uncontrolled eruption of urine from between his legs. "Please... ahhh-haahahahah... please stop tickling me and play with my willy..."

Daniel was desperate and Charley knew it. Was this the moment that Charley should ask the ultimate question? She knew that she could only ask him once, to fully join her as her slave boy incubus, effectively becoming her life partner... and that whatever he decided would be final. If he answered 'yes,' he would be hers forever, both everlasting souls of preteen youthfulness so long as they were able to feed. If he answered 'no,' she could never ask him again.

Charley knew that even if he said 'no,' the Leopold curse cemented that first time on Daniel's bed meant that she could still torment him, like she had done all the countless other boys she had tormented through time. But each of them had 'grown up,' making them less interesting to her... And that had made Charley find new victims to pursue and play with. Until she found Daniel... He was the one... And she didn't want to mess this up.

Charley had sensed that deep down in Daniel's consciousness, he was very fond of her and was growing more and more receptive to the experiences she had introduced to him during her various visitations. He was warming to her dominance and the joy she could bring was becoming more of a focus for him, especially given the pressures he was feeling in his 'real life' about school and his impending school workload. And with that focus, Daniel still provided the deep seated and hidden emotional food she needed to remain a pretty young succubus. She just needed to find the right moment to secure her life partner. Was it now?

"Daniel... I will play with your willy..." Charley began, sounding nervous... But it was a nervousness not sensed by the captive young male in front of her. "Make no mistake about that... But if I do... will you obey me forever and join us? Join me?" There, while tickling him and while seizing on his desperation not to totally humiliate himself by urinating, she had asked the question... And still the feather laboured to it's devilish task.

Daniel was trying to writhe and ride the tickling of his feet, gasping for air and desperate for relief. Relief that would only come it seemed from urinating uncontrollably or by Charley stopping her tickling torment of him. The magnitude of the moment was dimmed in the boy's mind as his focus was on staving off the tickling horror.

"Please Charley... Ahhhh-hahahahah... I..." Daniel began and wasn't even sure what he was going to say, he just felt the need to say something. Anything to distract himself from his nagging bladder. And before he could finish;

KNOCK KNOCK... sounded suddenly from the large wooden door in the far left hand corner of the room. In an instant, the tickling ceased. Immediate relief washed over Daniel and he was able to take deep unrestrained breaths without having to speak or fight through his fits of enforced giggling. But Charley felt confusion... She had asked the question and yet had received no answer... what did it mean? For certain, it meant that her guests were early. She hoped that with Daniel not having replied with a yes or a no that her asking the question somehow didn't count... It was a very rare, fleeting moment of weakness on her part.

Charley put the feather down on the floor, stood up behind the still gasping Daniel and walked round to a position in front of the boy. She noticed that Daniel's penis was fully erect and her only consolation at that point was that his ongoing erection was going to stay present for many hours yet... The effects of the drink in full view.

"Thank you Charley..." Daniel whispered through his heavy breathing. "I couldn't take much more... I..."

"Shhhh!" Charley chided him, waving her hand to emphasise her command for silence. "Come in..." she instructed firmly towards the door.

Daniel looked over to the heavy wooden door as it slowly creaked open, aware of his nudity and the arrival of some mystery third party. His breathing was still laboured, but more under control, along with his dissipating need to pee. That need had been replaced by the tingling and throbbing sensation warping through his erect penis. It felt warm and tickly in it's own right and seemed to cry out for attention. He was about to protest to Charley and request that his modesty be concealed.

Charley clicked her fingers twice in Daniel's direction, casting a spell. He didn't realise straight away, but his voice had been replaced with the sounds of a cat once more.

The boy watched in disbelief as Portia entered the room, wearing an outfit very similar to what Charley wore. Instead of red stitched embroidery to her black knickers and bra, it was coloured a more pastel powder blue. She looked every bit as pretty as he remembered from the hospital incident and from what Martin had continued to describe in their Skype calls. He blushed when he saw her looking at him and saw her raise her eyebrows and smile at his bondage and in particular, down at his boyish erection pointing treacherously in her direction.

Looking away in shame from her victorious eyes, Daniel noticed Portia's riding boots, black, shiny and clean covering her feet and stretching up to just below her knee caps... But then his attention was quickly grabbed by what the oriental looking girl was holding in her right hand... it looked like a dog lead.

"Come on boy..." Portia announced, looking back into the doorway and tugging gently on the lead. Daniel gasped in shock when he saw his friend Martin shuffle into the room, naked as the day he was born and with the dog lead attached around his hairless, yet enraged looking erection and scrotum.

The two boys exchanged embarrassed and empathetic glances at each other, clearly unsettled at being naked and in some sort of restraint in each other's presence and in front of their respective young female 'handlers.' Martin looked particularly nervous to be back in such close proximity to his original tormentress, Charley. He eyed her with unease and suspicion.

"Don't be shy," Portia addressed Martin softly. "Say hello..."

"Neigghhh..." Martin spoke, like a horse and then blushed scarlet like a beetroot, aware of how silly he must have looked and sounded. Charley had to stifle a merciless giggle in Martin's direction as she admired the state that Martin was in and the handiwork of her protégé.

"And Danny, say hello to our guests too won't you?" Charley insisted playfully, reaching out and stroking along Daniel's upper thigh.

"Meow..." Daniel mewled like a sorry-sounding tom-cat, his blushes equaling those of his friend and turning his head away in embarrassment. He felt so silly making such animal noises and he wanted the ground to open right up for him to fall into.

"Mmmm, it's a shame yours isn't hung like a horse..." Charley remarked dismissively to her friend, while pointing down towards Martin's modest yet firm erection. The two girls laughed out loud, making the two boys feel quite ashamed and inferior. "Bring Martin over here... I want to see which has the bigger willy..."

With that, Portia gleefully led Martin by the leash around his cock to the centre of the room and to Daniel's left hand side.

"Well?" Portia asked. "Which do you think is bigger?"

"Well, I am a bit of an expert in this area," Charley announced proudly, "but it is difficult without a ruler obviously." She bent down in front of Martin and examined his erection, gently pulling it one way, then the other and rolling it between her fingers. Martin gasped at Charley's touch and shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot, no doubt recalling some of the previous experiences he had suffered at the girl's hands.

"Mmmmgghhh," Martin grimaced and fought the desire to flee her grasp as Charley rubbed her thumb over his exposed glans, and inspected him closely.

"Good boy Martin," Charley praised. "I always like a boy who holds still while he is being examined. Portia has been teaching you well it seems..." Charley then moved her attention to Daniel and stooped to firmly grab hold of his erection next. Taking it between her fingers, she could already see that his penis was reddening at the tip, crying out for more attention from her and about to leak some sort of pre-ejaculate. "Steady boy," Charley soothed, sensing that Daniel was dazed and near panic given this escalation of events. He couldn't believe his friend was here too, in the same situation as him, and at the same time. This had never happened before. It was shocking.

"Meow!!" Daniel protested weakly, feeling it best to let the girl do what she wanted to do as she examined his rigid young sex. The muscle at the base of his penis flexed in her hand, allowing the first droplet of sexual moisture to leak from the tip. The moment was not lost on Charley and she gently pealed his foreskin down to uncover the enraged glans of his cock. How it tingled.

Happy that Daniel was being 'presented' at his best, Charley briefly praised him, and then stood up again to join Portia in front of the two boys. The girls freely admired and compared both boys in turn, switching their attention repeatedly from Daniel to Martin and whispering quietly to each other.

“With the presented 'evidence' on offer," Charley began brightly, "it is pretty clear to me that Daniel, my sweetheart, is the winner… He's got the biggest willy. Just like Easter Sunday, hmmmm? Boys?” The two girls giggled between each other, and despite being declared 'the winner' in the biggest willy contest, Daniel felt no more pleasure and certainly no less humiliation than his friend Martin did.

"It's great news too Martin, that you have decided to join us," Charley suddenly announced. "You and Portia make a lovely couple and I am sure that you will both have a great time together... and what happened between you and me, well, it's nothing personal. Welcome, slave boy Martin..."

Daniel was shocked again. Had he heard Charley correctly?

"Meow?!" Daniel sounded, trying to understand what Charley had just said. Was it true? Had Martin given in and fallen for Portia? Forever? What had he done? Would they still be friends?

"Neiiigghhh! Neeeiiiighhh!" Martin tried to sound to his friend, but could not speak the words he wanted to say. Daniel could only surmise that it was 'sorry,' or 'help me,' that his friend was trying to say.

"Quiet boys," Charley commanded sharply, and both of them obeyed. Charley then continued more softly, "this is good news, we should all be happy since this is a whole new beginning for Martin."

"He's been a really good boy," Portia said proudly. "We are so in love, aren't we Martin?" She turned her attention in his direction, as did Charley and Daniel. Martin softly grunted and nodded his head meekly, trying to hide a bashful smile. "It's going to be wonderful..."

Daniel was shell-shocked, this was all happening so fast. He didn't know what had happened to his friend, but he had seemingly given himself, forever, to Portia. And she was leading him around with a leash attached to his genitals... It was so confusing, and so crazy and so... well Daniel couldn't find the words. He didn't know whether to be afraid for his friend, or embarrassed or happy or what. Did he need to tell Martin's Grandmother? His parents? Or even the Police?

"If you need anything," Portia began again, distracting Daniel from his concerns, "we'll be in the stable block... Martin's been a very good boy and finished his drink and he's about ready to meet the new stable girls, aren't you?" Portia walked calmly over to his position and tightened her hold on the leash attached to his rampant looking young genitals. "Josie, Stephanie and Melissa are eager to meet their new pony-boy..."

"Neiigghh," Martin whinnied softly, allowing the girl to take full control of him. Both girls bid each other farewell and Portia led Martin confidently out of the room.

"Meow!!" Daniel protested, wanting the opportunity to say goodbye to his friend, for all he knew for the last time.

"Daniel, shhhhh..." Charley commanded, moving into position at his side. "He'll be fine..." The wooden door closed with a menacing thud of impending isolation. "And so will you..." She gently stroked his arm and comforted him, aware that he was feeling a kind of bereavement in amongst all of the other emotions spinning through his mind in different directions. Daniel felt lost...

"Wasn’t that a nice surprise hmmmm?” Charley whispered, breathing into Daniel’s ear and trying to make him feel better. “So nice of our friends to drop by like that… Now where were we?"

"Meow..." Daniel whimpered meekly. Upon hearing him, Charley giggled and walked back over to the wooden cabinet in the corner and began rummaging around again.

"Oh yes... I remember, I was going to play with your 'little' willy..." Charley confirmed confidently. Quickly finding what she was looking for, Charley once again turned on the spot and returned to stand in front of Daniel, presenting to him and bottle of baby lotion. “Remember how good this made you feel when we played with Laura? Hmmmm?”

And Daniel did remember... recalling how the two girls had changed his nappy and treated him like a baby, covering his private parts in powder and lotion and making him tingle... and making him cum... The girls had abused him, humiliated him and embarrassed him... but they had also made him feel good, in the end. When he was with Charley, it always felt good 'in the end...' It was a lesson he had experienced many times before now... what Charley and the other girls did, ALWAYS felt good 'in the end.'

'Should I do what Martin did?' Daniel briefly questioned in his mind. 'Should I join too? Will it always feel good? Fucking hell Martin... what have you done? And what am I going to do? What should I do?'

Daniel gulped as he watched Charley pop the lid on the bottle of baby lotion, listening to the raspberry drizzle sound as the lotion squirted out into the palm of her hand. There was a lot... He tensed his body and held his breath in anticipation of her making contact with him.

"Be a good boy for me... and you will enjoy this," Charley soothed, finally allowing the slippery palm of her lotion covered hand to place itself on his hairless pubis.

"Mmmmggghhh," Daniel sighed, allowing his breath to flow outwards as Charley's hand sensually began to rub the lotion across the top of his groin over the area where his smattering of pubic hair should still be. Her hand was colder than it had been when she had examined him before, the cooling nature of the baby lotion not lost on the boy's aroused and heightened sexual senses.

"Yeah..." Charley cooed... "Baby boy likes this... Hmmmmm?" Pausing briefly to apply more lotion to her hand, the commanding young girl resumed her activity, allowing her very slippery lotion covered palm to gently close around Daniel's stiff and attentive young erection.

"Mmmgggghhhh... Aggghhhhh..." Daniel purred and breathed, feeling the sexual stimulation tingling through his young cock as Charley gently squeezed it and smeared the lotion all around and along it's length. It felt good... Daniel knew it... and Daniel was accepting it.

Charley tightened her grip slightly as her hand returned for the fourth or fifth time to the base of his cock. She felt the muscle inside flex automatically, surrendering to her firmer touch. It was a reflex out of the boy's control and now, within hers.

Daniel's mind was buzzing with the pleasure that Charley was affording him, feeling her lotion covered hand pulling and squeezing along the length of his rigid boyhood, feeling her gently wanking him... milking him and taming him.

"Mmmmmm," Daniel sighed as he felt Charley remove her hand from his penis.

"Don't you worry baby boy," Charley whispered soothingly, "I need a little more lotion for my little soldier..." With that, Daniel watched Charley apply even more lotion to her palm, the bottle making another 'rasp' as the contents seemingly ejaculated into her hand with a series of short spurts. The captive boy nearly giggled, such was the irony.

"Mmmmggghhh..." Daniel murmured like a hypnotised toy as Charley's hand resumed contact with his private parts and applied a copious amount of slippery, gooey baby lotion. This time, her attention focused on his puffy little furrowed scrotum, the little bag of sensitive skin containing his two pubescent testicles. Gently, her hand fondled the velvety feeling bag, smearing the lotion all around the front and back surfaces, taking time to gently cup each testicle and gently squeeze them.

"Yeah..." Charley whispered softly. "That's better isn't it Danny boy? You're being so good... and Charley's making everything feel all better now hmmmm?" Her hand gently squeezed his nuts in a sensual, slippery massage, occasionally tugging the sac downward and making sure to cover the entire surface with the soothing, lubricating liquid.

"Mmmmggghhh..." Daniel purred in relaxed, pleasure centred rapture, enjoying the sensations that Charley was gifting to him through his genitals.

"Danny boy loves me, hmmmm?" she cooed, sensing acknowledgement from within him, reading his thoughts. "Danny loves being my slave boy hmmm?"

'Yesssssss,' Daniel spoke through his mind, closing his eyes and succumbing to his feelings and those of Charley's hands around his private parts.

"And Danny likes it when a girl plays with his horny little willy like this hmmmm?"

'Yesssss... I like it... it feels... shameful at first... really naughty and horrible... and then...'

"And my baby boy likes it when he's powerless to stop it hmmmm?" Charley continued to sooth and tease him.

'Mmmmm... yessss...' Daniel continued to respond in his mind. Her attention returned to a slow, deliberate masturbation of his penis, demonstrating just how slippery she had made it with the lotion. She repeatedly drew his foreskin back and forth over the tip, heightening his arousal and feeding on his emotions... 'Mmmmm, Charley that feels good...' His mind wandered, while Charley continued to listen to his thoughts... 'She's playing with my cock... my willy... my little willy... She's a girl... she's in charge... She's making my willy tingle... It's nice... and good... She's pretty... I love her...'

"And what about when Charley teases you, or tickles you and takes off your clothes? Mmmmm? Or when I've got you all to myself like this, and you can't escape? What about that?"

'I feel ashamed... Mmmmmm... it feels scary... it feels naughty... it shouldn't happen... Girls shouldn't be able to do that... I don't want to be weak and powerless... but I can't help it... I can't stop it... it's humiliating... it makes me feel embarrassed to be a boy sometimes when I am with you...' Daniel reasoned as Charley continued to masturbate him gently enough to keep him safely away from any sort of climax. 'I don't know... or understand... Mmmmm, how I feel...'

"But you know it always feels good in the end? Hmmmm?"

'Yesssss... it's horrible sometimes... but always feel good... in the end...'

"Some things are just... necessary Daniel..." Charley whispered more quietly this time. "When you're with me, girls are always in charge... Girls will always rule... It's just the way things are..." Charley squeezed Daniel's penis tightly to remind him, and then carried on her masturbation as she had previously. "But you don't have to let it make you feel bad... just let it happen... I understand fully why you might feel ashamed... or embarrassed... I would too... I think... But it always feels good in the end... remember that... it could be great... you and me... just like Portia and Martin..."

'Mmmmm, that feels good... I like it a lot when you are nice to me... when you play with me nicely... like this... this feels good...' Daniel's mind had blocked out the feeling of shame and humiliation of being fully naked, on display and tied down to the wooden frame, instead focusing solely on the wonderful Charley and the sensations he felt in his cock...

Once more, Charley's hands parted company with Daniel's dick, leaving it standing proud, unabashed and with an eager look about it. For a twelve year old boy, it was impressive, partly thanks to Charley's expertise, and partly due to her 'special' drink...

Daniel opened his eyes again and watched Charley as she poured even more of the baby lotion into her hands and moved out of sight, behind him.

"Meow?" Daniel mewled weakly, but Charley didn't respond. Quickly, he felt the cool hands of his conqueress applying lotion to his vulnerable buttocks, both hands kneading them like small loaves of doughy bread mixture. It was a calming sensation for Daniel and he allowed his eyes to close again as he focused on the pleasure that Charley was giving him.

It did not take long for Charley to cover his buttocks in the lotion and ever so slowly, her hands began to reach lower and lower until she was working the lotion into the back of his thighs... Another pause, and the powerless boy heard Charley shake the bottle of lotion and then the noise...

"Mmmmghhhh!" Daniel gasped, feeling a spray of lotion splatter coldly at the base of his back and at the top side of his buttocks. He could feel the lotion quickly warm on his aroused and sensitive skin as it slowly oozed down the bottom of his back and down into the exposed, secret crack of his bottom. "Mmmmggghhh... meow <that tickles>" Daniel sounded. From behind him, Charley elicited a satisfied giggle as she reveled at his expected reaction.

Charley's hand resumed it's intimate contact with Daniel's body, surprising him by gripping his scrotum again, feeling her fingers probe, fondle, caress and gently tug on the sensitive little sac of wrinkled, aroused flesh. Charley danced her fingers behind his scrotum, tickling the back side of the sac, like the peacock feather had done previously...

Daniel breathed hard, feeling his heartbeat begin to race with his sexual arousal. He felt her slippery index finger rubbing back and forth along his perineum, stimulating parts of his body just inside that he didn't know existed. Fingering him there, Charley sensed that he was very close to orgasm, so she demonstrated her expert control and moved her finger, swiping it along the crack of his bottom and into the fresh gloopy lotion at the bottom of his back.

Having collected more of the lotion on her fingers, she deviously snaked her index finger back down into the valley between his buttocks, seeking her target by moving her finger round and round, gradually working closer to his puckered, timid little anus.

'Nnnnghhhh... not there Charley... please!' Daniel sounded, begging Charley not to assault him there. 'It's... Mmmm... Nooooo... it's naughty... you mustn't... not my bum...' He tried to clench his bottom cheeks tight together to try and fend off this latest invasion of his privacy, but the way he was tied to the frame meant that it was impossible. He realised that the way in which he was secured, he could actually feel just how vulnerable and open his bottom was to 'attack.'

"Shhhhh, baby boy..." Charley whispered soothingly as her slippery index finger continued to circle agonisingly and teasingly around his anus. "I promised to make you feel good... wait and see..." Charley sensed that Daniel's sphincter was shut tight and it was a matter of waiting for the right time where his body relaxed and accepted her attention to that part of him.

After a few seconds, Daniel took a fresh breath and Charley took that moment when his lower body relaxed to centre her fingertip right on his anus... and pushed...

"Mmmmgghhh!" Daniel grunted and squirmed as much as he could as he felt the invasive girlish finger enter his anus and begin wriggling itself inside... 'Oh my god Charley, STOP...' Daniel protested in his mind. 'That's so naughty... Nooooo... don't touch me there... please... it's private... that's my bum... she's... inside my bum... nooooo! Ohhh god... a girl's got her finger in my bum... Ngggggghhhh!!'

"Awwwww... good boy... I can tell it feels good hmmmm?" Charley teased, her lotion covered finger sliding easily in and out of his sensitive young bottom. "It's going all the way in and out... in and out..."

'Ohhhh... please don't...' Daniel continued to protest, riding the probing finger as best he could. He'd never felt anything quite like it before in his life... Sure, it was embarrassing knowing that a girl was fingering his bottom... But he couldn't disguise the pleasurable sensations he was feeling back there as she worked her finger slowly in and out of his bottom repeatedly.

Occasionally, Charley's finger stopped moving in and out and just wriggled inside, making Daniel renew his efforts to squirm and react to the sensations. It felt so naughty, he felt so weak and vulnerable as she fingered him... but it was making him feel sexual pleasure and making him feel good.

Just as Daniel's weakening protests were about to diminish completely, Charley pulled her finger out of the boy's bottom, giving him a strange sensation as she did so. She was still out of his view, but re-appeared directly in front of him.

"It's always awkward at first... but you will get used to it," she said warmly. Daniel just looked back at her in disbelief, his face crimson, but his genitals indicating undeniable excitement. "But there's more..." With that, Charley walked slowly over to the cabinet in the corner of the room and opened one of the drawers at the front...

Turning back to Daniel, she walked over to him and showed him what it was in her hand. Daniel had no idea what it was... it looked like a small pink egg with a wire sprouting from one end and leading to a small plastic box with what looked like a dial on it.

"Meow? <what's that?>" Daniel sounded quietly, wanting to trust Charley, but unsure as to what Charley had in store for him.

"This..." Charley began, "is really neat... I'm sure you'll like it... in the end..." She held the device closer to Daniel's face so he could see the detail more clearly. "It's an egg... of sorts..." She turned the dial on the plastic box and the egg began to make a feint buzzing noise as it began to vibrate.

"Meow? <but what is it for?>" Daniel asked curiously as Charley held the vibrating egg in her hand, allowing him to see it vibrate and jiggle slightly within her palm.

"Well Danny..." Charley mused, trying to find the best way to explain it to her young male slave boy. "Normally, women like things that vibrate... and they put them inside their... cunny..." She turned the device off and stood a little further back from Daniel, observing his reaction. Her words had not registered with the boy, such was his innocence. "But... this egg is my gift to you today..." she finished, leaning in and stroking his forehead.

'But... I haven't got a... va... cunny...' Daniel confirmed in his mind naively to Charley. He watched Charley squirt a small amount of the baby lotion onto the tip of the egg and then it struck him just what was in store...

"Meeeeoeooowwww!!" he protested vehemently. A finger inside his bottom was just about becoming tolerable, but this... thing... 'You can't!!! Nooooo way! Stop it...' He continued his displeasure as Charley smirked and moved behind him and out of view.

"Shhhh... It's okay..." Charley giggled, trying to sound soothing and comforting. "Trust me..." But Daniel's mewling objection was unabated as his timid young body trembled at the 'horror' of what he thought was awaiting him.

"Nnnnghhhh..." Daniel whimpered as he felt one of Charley's hands position itself palm-flat to the bottom of his back. He tightened as many different muscles in his body as he could and took a deep breath to brace himself. 'Noooooo! Please Charley... I don't want...'

Then suddenly, the cool tip of the egg made contact between his buttocks, Charley guiding it quickly to his anus. The boy's nervous whimper became a gasp, guttural resignation. 'Nooooo... don't Charley... please stop it...' he sounded in his mind, begging his tormentress to stop. 'Please don't hurt me... I'll be good... I promise... oh help... Please...'

Charley was in rapture at the boy's reactions... feeding greedily on his shame. With the egg nudging at the dark pinky-brown star of his anus, she pushed the slippery tip up into the opening, so wonderfully lubricated by the baby lotion some moments previously. Despite Daniel's desperate determination to hold his sphincter shut tight, the baby lotion did it's job and the girl found that the tip of the egg quite effortlessly slipped inside the boy's bottom, closely followed by the remainder of the egg...

Daniel was in shock... aware of the curious feelings that the invading egg provided. He had felt the egg being pushed into his bottom, and somehow, the muscles 'back there' had welcomed the invader, even sucked it inside... and he felt the muscles shut tight once the egg had found it's destination... His own body had betrayed him again and now it wouldn't let the egg go.

'Nooooo!' Daniel protested in his mind. 'Get it out... stop it... Agggghhhh... Charley please... stop it...' He squeezed his eyes shut tight when he felt Charley pull gently on the wire leading from the controller to the egg itself, emphasising just how securely snug inside his bottom that the egg actually was being held by his own muscles.

"There, there... Danny," Charley whispered loud enough over his whimpering. "That's not so bad is it?" She took time to stroke his back and across his buttocks in an attempt to calm her subject down. "I did say for you to trust me hmmmm? It really doesn't hurt does it?"

"Meeoow!" Daniel replied in a bluster. 'Please... don't do this...' He felt so humiliated to have something so... invasive... and rude... and 'designed for women' up his bottom. He was scared, and blushing profusely when Charley re-appeared in front of him, having passed the controller for the device through his legs, feeling the wire tickling the inside of his upper thigh.

"Relax Danny..." Charley cooed. "I promised to make you feel good... and I will..." With those words, she held the dial up so that Daniel could see what she was doing. He watched curiously with dismay and confusion on his face, wondering, worrying what it would feel like when she finally switched it on. He made such an incongruous sight as he waited in his restraints, a rigid young erection still pointing straight out in compliance with the girl's wishes and with an egg device up his bottom waiting to do who knows what to him.

When Daniel saw Charley about to turn the dial on the controller, he gasped and mewled like a helpless kitten, bracing himself with a deep breath and tensing his muscles, particularly those at his bottom. His feet clenched their toes together tightly as he awaited the 'horror' to begin.

"Here goes..." Charley announced brightly, like a child about to control a toy train for the first time. She turned the dial slowly, and nothing happened at first. Daniel closed his eyes firmly shut, convinced that this was going to be a most stressful and agonising ordeal. Charley turned the dial a little bit more, and all of a sudden, Daniel felt it...

"Mmmmggghhh!!" he gasped as the faint, tell tale 'buzzing' began from inside his quivering bottom, the egg had been awakened. He had expected to feel pain for reasons only known to him. But it wasn't pain he was feeling... it was a mild, tickling, buzzing feeling. A tickle he couldn't brush off. 'Nooooo. Please Charley... it's naughty... stop it... please!!' He was blushing crimson as he tried to deny the contradictory feelings and sensations emanating from his bottom.

As Charley delicately ramped up the power from the controller to the vibrating love egg inside Daniel's bottom, the helpless boy recoiled to it's tingling presence. He sighed and gasped as his body felt things previously unknown, unexplored. He wanted to squirm away from the egg, escape it's teasing intent. Deep within himself, he felt the buzzing resonance, that connected his sexual stimulation from the extreme rear of his anus, through parts of his innards that he didn't know could be tickled, and through his testicles and prominently erect penis. It was making him feel... giddy... and good.

Having reached a medium power setting and happy that the device was doing exactly what she wanted it to, Charley placed the controller down onto the small ornate table to Daniel's right and turned once more to address the boy with a playful smile.

"Now that feels nice doesn't it? Daniel, hmmmm?" Charley enthused softly, taking time to stroke the boy's dampened forehead. He didn't respond other than to try and squirm and wriggle away from his bondage, and the invasive vibrating egg inside his bottom. She grinned at the boy's futility. He hated to admit that despite everything, the egg was stimulating him, beyond anything he had ever felt before. It was scary, it was embarrassing, but it was devilishly good.

Gently, Charley took Daniel's rigid little erection in her hand and began to stroke him up and down along his length. Back and forth, teasingly masturbating him, heightening his sexual pleasure and his feelings of powerlessness and shame. She could sense exactly just how much pleasure this experience was providing the boy while she fed upon his emotions.

"Mmmmmm," Daniel mewled as Charley continued to wank him softly back and forth, allowing him to grow into his heightened sexual stimulus. 'Ohhhh, Charley... Mmmmmm,' he sounded in his mind. 'Why do you do this to me? It feels...'

"I know it feels good, my sweet treasure," Charley whispered. "I've told you from the start, I really don't want to hurt you... You have to trust me... Hmmmmm?" Her fingers gripped his shaft a little tighter, applying more vigor to her masturbation of him, leading him towards the cusp of climax.

'Mmmmm, Charley... you're going to make me... Ohhh god... I'm going to cum soon,' Daniel mused in his head.

"I know poppet..." Charley whispered, empathising with him as he rode her ministrations. "Boys just can't help it I guess..." And sensing that he was near to climax, she softened her grip and slowed down the pace of her actions, allowing the vibrating egg to dominate his feelings, dragging him back from the edge of his needed release.

And so began a long journey of sustained sexual excitement for Daniel, as the device inside his bottom continued to vibrate and tickle his insides. Charley slowly, then quickly and then slowly again wanked him to and from the edge of his orgasm. She was teasing him... time after time, leading him to the edge of release, only to pull him back into his place. She was controlling him... And Daniel, had no choice but to submit...

"Mmmmm..." Daniel whined softly, feeling Charley bring him back from the edge of climax for what must have been the tenth time. 'Please Charley... make me feel good... it feels... dizzy inside... I feel so weak... Soooo... Mmmmggghhh... Oh god, the buzzing inside...'

"Awwww..." Charley soothed. "I know poppet... and I will make you feel good... I promise." With that, she stopped her masturbation of him and focused on the tip of his cock. Firmly, she tugged back his slippery foreskin and watched the angry looking, purple-red glans when it appeared with a silent, satisfying 'pop' as the skin fully retracted.

Though obviously Daniel was tiring physically, his cock was showing the paradoxical desire for more attention, fully erect, needy of release and demanding stimulation - the effects of the drink still very much apparent through the various appendages between his legs. Charley noticed the glistening pre-ejaculate coating the small bulbous head of his cock. She grazed along the underside of his shaft with her fingernail, along to the sensitive little frenulum connecting his glans to his foreskin. She tickled over it several times with her fingernail, making Daniel gasp and try to wriggle away from her touch once more.

"Nnnnghhhh..." he mewled helplessly, lost in his arousal and his shame. 'Oooohh Charley... that tickles... Mmmmm... please make it good... Ohhhh god... I feel so tired... Charley's being naughty... Mmmmmm... Ohhhh yes... I want to cum... Mmmmm, play with me... play with my willy...'

"Does that feel good little slave boy?" Charley teased, using her fingertips to massage the head of his penis, coating her fingers with the boyish juices of his arousal.

'Mmmmmm, yessss Charley... It feels... good... Ohhh god...' he was breathing hard, feeling the butterflies of nervous excitement thrumming inside his tummy, while the vibrating egg continued it's delicious war dance inside his bottom. He looked down briefly to what Charley was doing, dazed by his sexual arousal. Drunk almost...

'Close your eyes for me...' Charley whispered without moving her lips. The boy breathed deeply and obeyed her, reacting to her ongoing massage of his glistening glans. 'Such a sweet, horny little boy...' She let go of his penis, smiling knowingly as it bobbed slightly in front of her, a sight that reminded her just how funny looking and vulnerable boys really were... The satisfied 'young' girl giggled silently and moved her fingers towards Daniel's mouth.

Daniel felt her girlish fingers trace over his lips and gasped with surprise. He even surprised himself for instead of grimacing or pursing his lips together to keep her probing digits out, he tentatively pushed his tongue out and tasted the slightly salty moisture that coated them. His arousal had stifled his inhibitions...

"That's what you taste like," Charley whispered softly. "My horny little slave boy... Hmmmm?"

'Mmmmggghhh... I can't believe I'm doing this...' Daniel sounded in his mind. 'It's so naughty... and... Ohhhh god... I should be disgusted... I should be ashamed... But it tastes okay... I think... Ohhh Charley... What is happening to me?' But he received no answer other than a girlish giggle as she removed her fingers from his mouth and resumed her grip of his erection, tugging the foreskin back into place and covering his glans.

Slowly, Charley began to stroke along his shaft again, restarting her masturbation of her young prisoner. Daniel had never experienced such a prolonged erection and such continuous stimulation of his genitals. He was finding it to be very hard work, succumbing to his young mistress' teasing actions. He felt humiliated that he wanted Charley to make him cum, to make him feel good, to make him feel that sacred moment of pleasure where he felt so good, yet leave him feeling so embarrassed, weak and inferior...

"Beg me slave boy..." Charley announced curtly, assuming a more authoritarian tone and tightening her grip on his penis. "Beg Princess Charley of all Asia to make you cum..."

'Please Princess Charley,' Daniel sounded silently. 'Please make me cum...'

"And how is Princess Charley to make you cum? Hmmmmm?" she retorted firmly, deliberately using long, slow strokes to lead Daniel back onto the path towards needful gratification.

'By... playing with my penis, Princess Charley...' Daniel responded as best he could, reacting to the quickening strokes of Charley's hand around his cock and the never-ending buzzing in his bottom caused by that naughty little egg.

"But I might just stop," Charley announced mischievously, letting go of his penis. "I might play with these a little, instead," and with that, her hand moved to cup his scrotum and gently squeeze the immature little treasures inside. The teasing pleasure that the girl was providing was agonising for the boy, constantly getting so near to climax and then being dragged back from the brink time after time. Made all the worse by the fact that his erection would just not subside, such was the influence of the 'special drink.' "Hmmm, I have your two little balls in my hand and you have that silly buzzing egg up your bottom... I'm a Princess, I'm a girl... and you're just my horny little slave boy... I could play with you all day and all night... and all tomorrow too... How would you like that?"

'Ohhhh Charley, nooooo!' he replied silently. 'Please... I couldn't take that... I need to cum soon... I am begging you... Please do it to me... Please Princess Charley...'

"Okay then..." Charley said demurely. "You asked for it..." With that, her fingers left Daniel's testicles and returned to grip the length of his little erection. Taking hold like she would if she were holding an ice cream cone, she began a fast paced back and forward movement of her fingers... deliberately wanking him now.

"Mmmmmm..." Daniel sighed as he felt his arousal beginning to build once more, and building quickly. 'The buzzing in my bottom... the taste on her fingers... my Princess controlling my willy... Ohhhh god... It's so naughty... I don't know what to do anymore... mummy... ohhhhh...'

Faster and tighter Charley masturbated her young slave boy. A matter of seconds was all it took to propel Daniel to the edge of enforced sexual climax.

'Ohhhhh Charley... thank you,' Daniel thought aloud to his pretty mistress. He knew his sensitive young body had reached the point of no return as the tickling electric feeling of unbridled lust began to leap from his loins to the tip of his sex... It was starting...

"Yeah... good boy..." Charley praised as though she were addressing an enthusiastic puppy. "Show Princess Charley what you got in that funny little bag down there..." As she teased him and wanked him, his body began to tighten and he started trembling. His body was out of control as his orgasm took hold of him.

'Ohhhh god... it's soooo naughty... She's made me tingle and cum... Charley's made me cum... wanked me... so weak... playing with my willy... girls in charge... naughty little boy... funny little bag...' As his body tensed and flexed, his ejaculate shot forth from the tip of his cock wetly in a rain of climactic joy and relief... Daniel felt this was the best it had ever felt, heightened by the circumstances he found himself in, her teasing of him and the sensations caused in his bottom by the vibrating egg...

Charley giggled victoriously as she watched and felt the boy's orgasm thunder through his body, and in particular his cute young cock. Three big sticky spurts of his preteen semen leapt in turn from the tip of his boy-sex, a sight that Charley never grew bored of. Then several smaller, weaker spurts as she continued to milk him through his climax.

Daniel was riding down the other side of his orgasm, but felt something different this time. There was intense sensitivity in his penis... And he quickly realised that he had little time to feel any relief, because Charley was still wanking him. She didn't stop. It was making his body feel like jelly... Was she ever going to stop?

"Meeoow!!" he called aloud, momentarily forgetting that he had 'lost' his voice. 'Charley... stop now... please... it feels...'

"Shhhhh!" Charley hushed him softly. "I'm making you feel good remember... you begged me to make you feel good...." And she continued to grip his penis tightly and stroke her hand backwards and forwards, milking him.

'But Charley.... Nggghhhhh... you have to stop... I can't take it... PLEASE... it's too sensitive... Nooooo...' But his pleas went unanswered as the girl renewed her enthusiastic masturbation of his tortured cock. Normally, after climax, Daniel knew that his penis would shrink back to it's normal size to allow everything to 'cool down' and 'recover.' But his erection was still as firm as it was when Charley had first given him that drink... 'That drink... Ohhhh god please Charley... please make it stop...'

And Charley reveled in Daniel's horror as his arousal was maintained and he tried to squirm away from the hyper-sensitive feelings in his cock.

'Plleaasee!! Mummy... help me!' Daniel screamed in his mind. 'It's too much... it's too good... I can't...' Sweat mounted on his brow, blushes spread across his face through exertion and humiliation at what Charley, a girl, was doing to him. His breathing became laboured and he felt as though he were heading towards having some kind of fit. And all the while, Charley grinned as she continued to 'play with his willy.'

It was emotional, sensual gluttony on Charley's behalf as she giggled at the effect she was having on Daniel.

"Come on Danny..." Charley teased. "I know there's more in that little bag... show it to me..."

Without having fully gotten over the first orgasm, Daniel felt the stirrings of a second climax, this time starting fully at the tip of his privates. His body tensed again and muscles convulsed as he careered into orgasmic panic. His toes strained, his hands gripped tightly as he clung on to his remaining senses. It was tingling and tickling and buzzing like nothing he had ever felt before... He felt he was going to die...

And suddenly, he was climaxing hard... but ejaculating weakly as milky white light surrounded him, warming him, welcoming him. He felt himself falling... spinning downward, through the air. Out of control as wind howled past his ears and his orgasm tingled with intense pleasure...

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"Daniel," a maternal voice awoke him from his temporal slumber. "Whatever's happened?"

Daniel's cock flexed and pleasure still pulsed through his groin as he rode the tail end of his climax. Upon hearing the voice, his eyes flicked open and registered that his mother was standing over him. He was slow to recognise his surroundings as his mother wittered on about him having feinted, but then he identified the bookcase he was next to and the book he had been studying when Charley had snared him again.

Lying on his front, he looked around slowly and noticed that there were other people there, men, women, girls and boys... all looking at him curiously to see what had happened. He was relieved to know that he was fully clothed.

"Come on Daniel... Get up off the floor," his mother commanded sternly, more concerned about having made a scene in public. She offered her hand and Daniel accepted, allowing her to help him to his feet.

"Ha haa!" a young girl of about ten called out and pointed down at Daniel's crotch. "He's peed his pants!!" The other children present, including his scornful younger sister giggled and pointed as well...

"Get those trousers off!" Mrs Grainger commanded. "This instant young man... what a spectacle you've made of me."

"But mother..." Daniel replied in confusion, totally unsure what to make of everything. One minute he was naked and tied to a wooden frame with a girl masturbating him, the next minute he was back in the corridor where he had been looking at a book, complete it seems with having wet his pants.

Red with embarrassment and rage, Mrs Grainger waited no longer and all too quickly unfastened Daniel's belt and pulled his trousers down to his ankles right there on the spot and before he could take any avoiding action. The girls and boys in the watching audience continued to laugh and point when it was revealed that Daniel was not even wearing underpants...

"Wow! Look at his willy!" another young girl in the crowd giggled, brushing away her mother's hand when it tried to cover her eyes... "I want to see..."

"Oh my god, he's got a boner!" one of the boys chimed in, his mother turning to him and half threatening to clout his ear.

It was Daniel's turn to blush as he realised that somehow he had really lost his underpants and he was now standing with his trousers at his ankles and with his privates on parade for everyone to see, including his victorious looking little sister. Worse, he was still erect as a consequence of Charley's special drink. He tried in vain to cover as much as he could with his hands. Could things get any worse?

His mother was speechless, not knowing what to say or think, and his sister just stared and bit her lip to quell her joy at seeing her brother's privates, so rudely on display... Then something else drew her inquisitive attention...

"What's that buzzing?" Chloe Grainger piped up, reluctantly and temporarily moving her attention away from her brother's exposed bits and bobs. As Daniel stood still like a rabbit in the headlights of a fast approaching car, everyone looked to see where the buzzing noise was coming from...

"There!" Mrs Grainger announced curiously, looking down and pointing at the trousers pooled around Daniel's ankles. Chloe saw it too and moved in to pick it up...

"It looks like an egg mummy," Chloe announced, having difficulty in picking it up as it was vibrating and buzzing. She showed it to her mother. "Euch! It's all sticky..."

"Daniel Grainger... what on earth has gotten into you?"

There then came the discovery that Daniel had not in fact wet his pants... well, not with urine anyway. His mother (and his grinning daughter) was sure that there would have to be some serious explaining to do when they got home... What on earth was a 12 year old boy doing with a 'vibrating egg?' And of course, the question remained as to why he had not been wearing underpants...

How was Daniel going to explain what couldn't be explained? Nobody would believe him, would they?

In the car journey back home, sitting without his trousers on with only a handkerchief covering his modesty from his ogling sister, Daniel could not think of anything more embarrassing than the events that had transpired over the last few hours.

He wished he was still with Charley... that way, it would be just him and her... and that she would make him feel good, in the end...

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Postscript -
There is a fifth dimension beyond which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man’s fears and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination. It is an area which we call, The Twilight Zone…

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Daniel Grainger will return one final time, in Chapter 5... Do You Remember The First Time?

(The End)