Part 1 - Raw materials are acquired
Carol was starting to get a little anxious. She'd had four or five goes
at persuading the automatic barrier to accept her season ticket and the
machinery persistently spat the card out. Already a small crowd had gathered
behind her, muttering impatiently. There were another half dozen available
gangways but at this time in the morning it didn't take long to build up a jam
of commuters whenever there was any sort of delay in the system. She was late
already. Although she was sure she'd left the flat at her normal time for some
reason several vital minutes seemed to have vanished in a daydream, leaving her
a little befuddled. Mr Yamamoto would be furious! He had no sympathy for bad
time keeping whatever the cause and he'd been very stern with her after that
unpleasant incident with the tramp only a fortnight ago. She didn't want to make
him angry again because she needed this job badly to cope with the expenses of
her recent divorce and she had a nasty feeling that he would have no hesitation
in firing her.
"What seems to be the problem miss?"
With some relief Carol recognised the same Inspector who had helped her
before. However he didn't seem to recognise her and his expression was very
stern as he studied her card.
"I'm afraid this is out of date", he said. "Do you realise that it is a
serious offence to attempt to travel with an out of date season ticket?"
"But I'm sure it's alright! I mean I can't believe..."
Her voce trailed off inadequately because the Inspector had confiscated
the card.
"It's your responsibility to ensure that your card is valid", he said.
"I think you'd better come with me so that we can sort this out properly."
And Carol found herself trailing behind the authoritative official
feeling more like a naughty schoolgirl caught trying to steel a free ride than
an adult employee who worked for a serious financial institution. It was, she
supposed, part of the technique of humiliation, which the rail service liked to
emphasise on all its posters targeting fare dodgers. But it was so unfair in her
case. She was sure the ticket was valid! And now she really was going to be late
and she'd be in very hot water!
Behind a varnished wooden door there was a small office with a table,
two chairs, an old fashioned telephone and a filing cabinet. A water cooler sat
on top of the cabinet and an angle poise lamp at one end of the table but
otherwise the room was bare and functional. The Inspector flicked a switch on
the wall, which unbeknownst to Carol reactivated the ticket barrier. There was
no need to hold up the other commuters now. He had his catch.
"Sit down please miss", he said, observing with some satisfaction her
confusion and embarrassment. "Not there. On this side of the table."
The Inspector knew that it was important to keep his subjects off
balance - any lack of confidence must be exploited and reinforced. The woman had
to learn who was in charge here.
The wench was a delicious specimen. Carol was wearing a pale pink
blouse, just transparent enough to reveal the lines of a lacy white bra beneath.
Her black open toed sandals had three-inch heels. Sheer black tights and a black
nylon mini skirt with a slit at the front displayed a generous slice of
pleasingly plump thigh. As she took her seat the young woman shifted her skirt
nervously as through to hide her legs but her knees remained in full view
The Inspector filled two plastic beakers of water and set one in front
of Carol. She did not notice the small packet of white power that had been
surreptitiously dissolved in her drink and sipped it nervously.
'Big mistake bitch!', the Inspector thought triumphantly. The drug he
was administering to the sexy young woman would help to break her down. It was
only one aspect of his technique and rather a crude one at that, but at this
early stage it was very helpful.
"We will need to go through your papers in detail. This could take a
little while. Please try and concentrate. You're in enough trouble already so I
shall want truthful answers."
Carol glanced nervously at her watch again.
"You're going to be late for work", the Inspector said in a matter of
fact way.
"I have to be in on time!", the young woman wailed.
The Inspector shrugged as if to say, 'too bad'.
"There is a solution", he said. "Why don't you phone your boss and call
in sick? Then you won't have to worry and we can take all the time we need."
A telephone was pushed in front of her and the Inspector waited. Carol
hesitated, chewing her lip. As he watched his victim's expression with an
apparent dispassionate impatience the Inspector knew that she was making an
important decision. It was only a small step but if she went along with it she
would have surrendered the first fraction of autonomy to him. And once the
process had begun he would take a lot more...
Carol picked up the phone and the Inspector felt his groin tighten as
she did as he suggested. When the call was finished he flicked a second switch
by the desk, which opened a speaker onto the platform. The rush of a train
spread into the room as it left the station.
"That's better, isn't it?" the Inspector said. "Now you can relax and
concentrate on what I'm telling you."
Carol blinked slowly. All of a sudden it seemed to take an enormous
effort to focus on her surroundings. She was very tired. There was something
soothing in the noise of the trains; a hypnotic rumble and a sigh of released
air, which was almost like the yawn she wanted to take.
"You know", the Inspector said thoughtfully as though he were reading
her mood, "it can be strangely peaceful in these tunnels. Sometimes I find I
just want to listen to the rumble of the trains on the track and forget all my
worries. Clackerty, clack and around they go. So soothing... So restful. Do you
feel restful now Carol? Calm and ready to answer my questions? Good."
The Inspector watched the young woman carefully as she took another sip
of water. Her pupils were significantly dilated. She really was an excellent
subject - highly susceptible to hypnosis and with a delicious young body, which
would command a good price at auction. Nevertheless, he reminded himself, there
were still several hurdles to overcome before the money would be swelling his
bank account the way the wench was already swelling a certain part of his
anatomy. He'd got girls to this stage before on several occasions and still
failed to complete the deal. It took more than a good body and a vulnerable mind
to make a suitable subject - it took a bit of luck and the right combination of
external circumstances to make the extraction from society proceed smoothly. And
so now he needed more information. It was time for the questioning to begin.
The Inspector took a sheaf of forms from a desk draw.
"Let's begin", he said in a no nonsense businesslike manner.
"Name please?"
The early questions were superficially straightforward enough although
an alert mind would have wondered about the slightly offbeat supplemental
additions supplied by the Inspector. Carol's mind was far from alert; lightly
dosed with the special tranquilliser in her water and under a subtle form of
hypnotic control. She didn't object to giving details about her name and address
and the recent history of her residency. On learning that the young woman was
currently living alone after a recent divorce, the Inspector produced a large
white sheet he called "Section B". Carol found nothing odd as she was asked for
details about her landlord, how often she received visitors and whether the
property would be unattended whilst she was away. After all, questions like this
were not far out of line with the official requirements for an insurance policy.
It was a nice simple routine - asking and answering. Carol found it
increasingly easy to empty her mind out into the Inspector's growing notes,
lulled by the calm rhythm of reply and response.
"Section C" consisted of questions about her financial status which were
necessary to ensure she could pay for a new season ticket. The Inspector
insisted on full details about all Carol's bank and building society accounts.
"Perhaps you had better pass me your hand bag?", he suggested. The young
woman complied meekly, allowing him to remove her cash cards from the purse
inside and to note down all the numbers of the accounts. She even supplied her
secret pin numbers, which the Inspector was careful to write by the side. The
Inspector observed that the purse also contained the woman's driving licence.
Her car keys and house keys were in the hand bag along with the usual rubble of
makeup, combs and loose change.
"I'll take these through for processing now", he said at last. "We have
to verify that there is enough money to pay for your season ticket. Please wait
here."
Carol felt a vague stir of uneasy apprehension as the Inspector put the
cards back in her purse and walked out of the room with her handbag. Perhaps it
was for the best though. The Inspector obviously knew what he was doing and
everything would be taken care of. Another train was rumbling into the station.
The Inspector was right. It was a very peaceful sound. Why worry? It was so much
easier just to accept his word on everything.
It was a good five minutes before the Inspector returned without the
hand bag.
"We need to finish the application process", he said. "Section D".
Section D, began with a series of medical questions which though utterly
irrelevant to the process of applying for a season ticket on the railway seemed
innocuous enough to start with. Carol answered without thinking. Soon, however
the questions became more intimate and personal. The Inspector was demanding
details about her sexual preferences, habits and experiences. Carol began to
hesitate, blushing slightly and letting her voice drop to a delicate whisper at
times. The Inspector was patient and rode over any doubts with a constant murmur
of soothing patter. "Just relax and tell me the answers", he said. "You feel so
much less anxious when you tell me the truth. Don't try to hide anything."
At last the endless form filling seemed to be complete. The Inspector
sat back and looked at the thoroughly subdued young woman with speculative
predatory intent. It was time to see if she was ready for the next phase.
"There is now the matter of your punishment", he said.
"P.. p.. punishment?"
"For attempting to travel with an out of date season ticket."
"But I didn't realise. I.. I never meant to. I mean..."
"Ignorance is no excuse. Do you want the police involved? This is a
serious matter, I'm afraid. If we bring in the police you will get a criminal
record. Surely you've seen the posters about fare dodgers? In fact we may even
use your photograph for the next series."
"N.. No. Don't. Please!"
Her distress was genuine.
'Perfect', the Inspector thought.
"But you must be punished. It is important."
The Inspector seemed to be thinking.
"There might be a way out. Can you think of it? What happened when you
were a naughty girl?"
Carol's face was a delightful picture of confusion and apprehension. He
allowed her to continue in this irresolute state for a few moments, knowing that
there was a small risk the disturbance would break her out of the hypnosis.
Nevertheless the risk was worth it because if this manoeuvre was carried out
properly the effect would be to deepen his control.
"You would be spanked wouldn't you?", he said simply at last, as though
explaining an obvious point to a stupid child.
Of course! Carol was relieved that she understood the answer the
inspector wanted. It was so much easier to answer his questions.
"Then if you do not wish the police to be involved you had better accept
a spanking, hadn't you?"
"Yes"
It was quite clear. She had better accept a spanking.
"Come here Carol!"
There was a hint of menace in his voice now.
"I want you bent over my lap. And hurry up. I haven't got all day!"
Reluctantly the young woman stood up and walked round the desk as the
Inspector pushed his chair back and made room for her. He fought to suppress a
grin at the ease with which his victim had capitulated. It was a delicate moment
and it had passed off perfectly! In only a few seconds more she was draped over
his lap and ready to be chastised.
The Inspector ran his hand along the length of Carol's leg, enjoying the
feel of her flesh beneath the thin black nylon of her tights. There was no doubt
about it - this one would make an excellent plaything for some wealthy owner.
With his other hand the Inspector lifted her skirt and folded it down over her
back so that for the first time her bottom came into view. He was delighted with
what he saw. The young woman wore a pair of white cotton panties which had
ridden up unto the valley between her buttocks. This left a pleasing expanse of
nicely curved flesh scarcely screened from his eyes by her hosiery and
effectively unprotected from the coming assault. She was trembling slightly, as
well she might! The Inspector let his hand wander freely over the young woman's
bottom, testing the texture of the flesh. He could feel her buttocks clench and
relax in anticipation of the more painful contact to come. She was scared but
she was committed now and he knew it.
Crack! Nothing she had imagined could have prepared Carol for that first
stroke. A no-nonsense blow delivered full across the top of her buttocks. The
young brunette let out an involuntary squeal of pain but before she had finished
a second slap had followed it up hard against the soft flesh in the middle of
her bottom.
"Silence girl! I'd have thought a sensible young woman could have kept a
civil tongue in her head whilst she was taking her rightful punishment!"
Carol subsided into a succession of soft sobs as the relentless
punishment continued. The Inspector showed no mercy. The young woman's bottom
was eminently spankable - a firm and beautifully rounded rump which was soon
beginning to glow with warm pink pain under the sheer mesh of her tights. After
a good twenty blows the Inspector's arm had begun to tire but he hadn't finished
yet. Carol was allowed a few moments of quivering respite as an idea formed in
the mind of her tormentor. He squeezed her left thigh and stroked her leg,
reaching down to her foot and lifting it, then unbuckling one of her sandals.
The cheap open toed black plastic footwear presented possibilities. He flexed it
in his hand, testing the strength of the sole - it would do nicely. Carol,
squawked again as without warning her punishment was resumed , and this time it
was the flat of her own sandal that was being beaten against her bottom
"Time to finish the inspection. Stand up. We just have Section E to
complete."
Carol was still snivelling but the Inspector was pleased to see that
she did as she was bidden. By now the simple habit of obedience was beginning to
take hold. Accepting the punishment had bound her more deeply into his web of
control. And although there was always a risk that the pain would shock a
subject out of their hypnotic state, once the lingering ache was suffusing a
young woman's system it served only as a reminder of her need to acquiesce.
"That's better isn't it", he said mildly. "Now listen to me. Listen
carefully. We need some photographs to identify you. Official photographs for
the forms. I want you to stand by the wall and do exactly as I say..."
In the half hour which followed the Inspector took some very interesting
photographs indeed. Routine shots were followed by 'evidence that the punishment
was completed properly', which consisted of close ups of the young woman's
bottom as she bent to touch her toes. From then on, it became an elaborate
glamour shoot as the Inspector directed Carol to strip and took a series of
increasingly intimate stills which would have made perfectly good copy for a
Men's magazine. In fact, the Inspector planned to sell the photographs later.
There was no reason why he shouldn't make a little extra money in this way and
he found the experience extremely arousing. For her own part, Carol was
completely unconscious of the impropriety of the situation. She simply did as
she was told and found it was soothing not to think.
"Excellent", the Inspector said at last. "I think these should do very
nicely. There's only one problem now. You are a remarkably pretty young woman as
I am sure you are well aware. I'm afraid that talking these photographs has
aroused my rod and left it in need of a little relief. In view of the fact that
it is your body which is the unfortunate cause of the stiffening and since I am
doing my best to make sure you have been dealt with leniently, it would seem
only fair that you should oblige me with a little oral service, don't you
think?"
At first Carol didn't really understand what the Inspector meant. But
when he explained it again it did seem reasonable. It was her fault that he'd
become aroused after all. She was having such a difficult day it made her want
to cry. Nothing she seemed to do turned out right. She bit her lip and knelt
between the Inspector's knees knowing that she would really have to try her best
to please him. The fat cock was presented to her lips, rampant and swollen and
she began to lick and kiss it carefully as he issued a series of detailed
instructions.
The Inspector was delighted with Carol's attentions. The delicate
lapping of her timid little tongue was marvellously erotic. Someone would get a
great deal of enjoyment from this young woman.
The phone rang as his prick was bobbing against the back of her throat
and the secretary's lips were running up and down his shaft.
"The flat's clear", said the voice at the other end. It was Jason, the
head of the small gang of "removal men" who the Inspector contracted to clear
his victims' houses. Carol's keys had provided them with simple entry to a
building which they knew would be unoccupied. It was the easiest form of
burglary imaginable. And the way it had been done it would be made to look as
though the young woman had moved away without notice.
The Inspector chose that moment to reach orgasm, letting his hot seed
flood down the throat of the naked brunette.
"Swallow it all", he ordered her, "unless you want to feel the flat of
my hand across your fat backside again!"
Ricky was enjoying himself enormously. He'd been fortunate enough to
capture one or two beauties in his time but he didn't think he'd ever had one as
tasty as the naked secretary who now straddled his lap and worked herself
urgently up and down on his triumphant pole, uttering little animal mewling
noises of abandoned lust. Carol really was a top quality peace of totty. Leaning
forward, the old tramp was able to bite the young woman's nipples and run his
tongue over her sweet and plump little breasts. His hands were free to palm her
bottom and by grasping her hips he could dictate the pace of her desperate
rutting motion. She was a hot one all right! It had been a fine morning when
he'd spotted this one in the lobby of the underground. But even so he still had
a score to settle with the little bitch. Ricky remembered how his prey had
kicked out at him when he first ran his hand up her leg. He still owed her one
for that! Thinking about it, he pinched the flesh of Carol's left buttock, which
was still red from the Inspector's spanking. The young woman gave a squeak of
pain but she continued to squirm delightfully. Soon he would have her for
training. Then he'd make sure that the wench learnt a proper degree of respect
for him. He bent forward and let his tongue lick at her left breast. The nipple
was engorged and she whimpered slightly when he began to softly chew at the
aroused nubbin of flesh. At the same time he pulled his victim forward and
downwards so that she was fully impaled on his rampant cock. What could be more
exquisite than the pleasure that this sexy secretary was providing, her freshly
punished bottom warm beneath his hands and her nubile young body wriggling so
wantonly in his lap?
"A good fuck is she?" the Inspector asked, enjoying the contrast between
the fresh faced, pretty young woman and the frankly ugly and dirty old tramp she
was servicing with such energy.
"Not bad", Ricky said. "Not bad at all."
"Lucky for you I was able to reel her in. If it had been down to you
she'd have got away."
"Yeah well she won't escape me again", the tramp promised, choosing that
moment to bite at Carol's left nipple. "And she'll pay for the trouble she's
caused - believe me!"
"Just be sure you don't damage her", the Inspector warned his colleague.
Then came the moment when Carol crossed the final threshold of
abandonment. This was the moment that Ricky really prized - for all the
conventional reasons of course - any man would take great satisfaction in
pushing a woman like Carol over the edge - but also for some special ones
associated with the process of her subjugation. He saw it building in her eyes
just as it always did before the orgasm. The layers of hypnotism were peeling
away. But too late. There was a brief wide eyed instant when Carol remembered
who she was and where she was and had some intimation of how she had been
tricked. Ricky loved that moment - an exquisite instant of fear and horror and
the knowledge that her body was so totally at the mercy of the hateful ugly old
tramp who had accosted her. He spurted in her and she was swept away by her own
unstoppable climax. Before she could escape a sharp prick in the shoulder
delivered a hypodermic full of tranquilliser from the Inspector and she slipped
into unconsciousness.
The last words she heard were "Right, lets get this one packed up and
shipped out shall we?"
