Jake pounded at the doors of the shed with his fist.  They rattled loudly, but showed no sign of giving way.

 

“Help!” he yelled.  “Anyone?  I’m locked in this shed!”

 

It would be embarrassing, he thought, to be found trapped in the equipment shed - but his cousin Madison was in imminent danger of being raped, and Jake felt he could take a little embarrassment if it meant being able to do something about it.

 

“Help!” he yelled.  “HELP!”

 

It was his own fault, really - for being, as Madison would have put it, a cocky little shit.  Not only had he used his powers to dominate Daniela, but then he’d made a point of *showing off* his cute little slave around the school.  What had he thought was going to happen?  That everyone would just smile and nod and see nothing odd in Jake suddenly commanding the respect and submission of a hot Latina babe?  

 

Of course Gwen had noticed Jake getting cosy with her family’s maidservant.  Of course she had been suspicious.  Jake’s little group had thought themselves so clever in hunting Gwen using Jake and Madison’s secret mind-control powers - and then Jake had given the game away almost immediately.

 

He had to admit it - he deserved this.

 

But right now Isaac was on his way to meet Madison behind the old cinema.  Madison thought it was a chance for her to cocktease Isaac into compromising his girlfriend Gwen.  But Isaac now knew that Madison and Jake knew each other - and he had been very clear that his intention had been to beat Madison until she confessed the truth, and then rape the shit out of her.

 

Madison, of course, had a power much like Jake’s - to see into people’s minds, and to create and twist fetishes and kinks using a “silver leash”.  In other circumstances, it might have made her safe from Isaac’s intentions.

 

But the power of the Silver Leash required a crack in a person’s psyche to work its way in through.  A confident person offered no such crack - and Isaac had been radiating nothing but confidence (and rage) as he had left to confront Madison.  

 

“Anyone?” called Jake again.  “Help!”

 

“Jake?” said a voice.  “Is that you?  I’ve been waiting to see if you needed me to walk home with you.”

 

Jake almost wilted with relief.  It was Daniela.

 

“Daniela!” he called  “I’m locked in the shed.  Get me out!”

 

There was a rattling noise as Daniela pulled on the shed door - but it didn’t give.

 

“It’s locked!” she said.  “How did you get locked in there?”  And then, a pause, and in a lower, quieter voice, “I mean, how did you get locked in there, *sir*?”

 

“It’s a long story,” said Jake.  “But I have to get out quickly.  My cousin’s in danger.  Get the lock open.”

 

“What, you think because I’m from Puerto Rico, I know how to pick locks?” asked Daniela, in a shocked voice.  “That is some racist shit, sir.”

 

Jake’s eyes widened.  “No, I just - I mean…”

 

Daniela laughed.  “I’m just joking, you dumbass,” she said.  “But seriously, sir, I don’t know how to get that lock open.”  

 

There was a pause, and then: “Wait, I think I see someone who might be able to help.”

 

And then there was the sound of Daniela moving away.

 

A moment later, she was back - and by the sound of it, she had someone else with her.

 

“Here,” said Daniela.  “He’s in here.”

 

“You’re lucky I still have my keys,” said another female voice - one that sounded familiar to Jake.  “I was supposed to have given them back.”

 

There was the scrape of a key in the lock, and then the door was swinging open.  Jake blinked as the twilight sun flashed in his eyes.

 

Daniela was there, looking as sexy as ever, with a concerned look on her face. 

 

And the woman next to her was…

 

… Natalie Weaver, the former school librarian.

 

“Miss Weaver?” asked Jake.  “What are you doing here?”

 

“I just came back to pick up some things that I left behind when I was… dismissed,” said Miss Weaver.  “Daniela here saw me packing some things into my car, and came looking for help.  You’re lucky I was here.  Who did this to you, Jake?”

 

“Isaac Crenleigh,” said Jake.  “But… Miss Weaver… I’m sorry, but I need to ask for another favour from you.”

 

Miss Weaver looked awkward.  “Oh, Jake,” she said.  “I really shouldn’t be here at all.  And after what happened, if I got caught interacting with students…”

 

“*Please*,” begged Jake.  “Someone’s safety is in danger.  And no, I can’t just call the police.  I need you to drive me somewhere, as fast as you can.”

 

She looked genuinely trapped.  For some reason, she didn’t want to help Jake, and Jake didn’t understand why.  

 

Cautiously, he reached out with the Silver Leash - and found, to his surprise, that Miss Weaver was very sexually aroused.  She must have been dripping wet.

 

By him?  By Daniela?  Surely not…

 

He reached closer - and he found it, or at least the idea of it.  The source of Miss Weaver’s arousal.

 

She had a vibrator in her pussy, right now, held in place by her panties.  And it was on, and vibrating very hard.

 

In fact, if Jake listened, he could hear a buzzing coming from the former teacher’s groin.

 

Jake was flabbergasted.  Had the Cat Clique been right all along?  Was Miss Weaver a secret slut?

 

But before he could think further, Miss Weaver resolved her internal conflict.

 

“Fine,” she said.  “A lift.  Just you, and you don’t tell anyone this happened.”

 

“I’ll take it,” said Jake.  

 

He turned to Daniela.  “Thank you so much for finding me and getting me out,” he told her.  And then he added, not caring that Miss Weaver heard, “You’re a very good girl, Daniela, and you’ve made me very pleased.”

 

He loved the blush of pleasure that came to Daniela’s face when he said that.

 

“Now, I need you to do me a favour,” he told her.  “Find Amy, and make sure she’s okay.  I need to know that Gwen and Isaac didn’t go after her the way they went after me.”

 

“Yes, sir,” said Daniela, and she even did a small curtsey.  And then she ran off to obey Jake’s instruction.

 

Miss Weaver watched her go.  “That’s an… interesting relationship you have,” she said.

 

Jake blushed.  “She likes making me happy, is all,” he explained.

 

Miss Weaver coughed.  “Yes.  Well.  I can see why a girl might want to do that.”  And then she blushed, too.

 

Jake’s eyes widened.  What had she just said?  Did she even know what she was saying, through the enormous levels of sexual arousal that Jake could feel within her?

 

He decided to ignore it.  Instead, he grabbed an old wooden hockey stick out of the sports supplies in the shed, and headed for Miss Weaver’s car.  Miss Weaver followed, and soon they were pulling out of the school car park, heading for the old cinema.

 

===

 

On the way there, Jake let his curiosity get the better of him.  The car had been silent, and they could both hear the humming of the vibrator in Miss Weaver’s cunt, even over the sound of the car engine.

 

“Miss Weaver…” he began.

 

“Please, Jake,” said the librarian, “it’s just Natalie now.  I’m not a teacher anymore.”

 

It felt weird to call an older woman by her first name, but Jake took it in stride.

 

“Natalie,” he said, “why do you have a vibrator in your pussy?”

 

Her face went bright red.  “What are you talking about, Jake?” she asked.

 

‘We can both hear it, Miss… Natalie,” said Jake.  “It feels weird to *not* ask, really.”

 

“Well, if you must know,” said Miss Weaver.  “It’s because… I’m… I’m a slut, and I… need something in my pussy…”

 

She seemed to be on the verge of tears as she said this, but Jake was watching her closely using the Silver Leash - and as she said those words, she wasn’t thinking about what a slut she was.  

 

What she was thinking about was Cat Weatherwill.

 

“That’s bullshit,” said Jake.  “It’s something to do with Cat, isn’t it?”

 

Natalie jerked.  “How did you… I mean…”

 

“Just tell me the truth, Miss Weaver,” said Jake.  “I can keep a secret.  Please.”

 

Natalie seemed to deflate, like a balloon leaking air.

 

“After I was fired,” she said, “Cat came to my apartment.  And she said I was lucky, to have gotten off so lightly.  I asked her what she meant by that, and she said I was lucky that no one knew about all the students that I’d sexually propositioned.”

 

Jake’s eyes widened.

 

“It was a lie, of course,” said Miss Weaver hurriedly.  “But when I asked her what students she was talking about, she said there was her, and Gwen, and Juno, and Gwen’s boyfriend, and Juno’s boyfriend, and probably a lot more people who would remember it happening once Gwen talked to them.  I’d go to jail, or end up on the sex offenders register, she said.  Unless… I did what she said.”

 

“What did she want you to do?” asked Jake.

 

“At first she made me strip naked and… and play with myself,” said Miss Weaver.  “And she filmed it.  And then she told me that from now on, any time I left my house, I either had to wear a miniskirt whose hem stopped higher than the bottom of my pussy, with no underpants - or I had to have a vibrating dildo in my pussy.  And sometimes she sends me locations, and I have to go there and take a photo of myself completely naked and rubbing my pussy.”

 

Jake was shocked.  Should he have been?  Was it really a surprise that Cat Weatherwill hadn’t been satisfied with having Miss Weaver fired?  That she had continued to secretly torment and blackmail the poor librarian?

 

Or was the surprise merely that her torture had been so… sexual?  Towards a woman?  From a girl who claimed to detest lesbians?

 

Miss Weaver took a deep breath.

 

“That’s why I was really at the school,” she said.  “She told me to take a photo nude in the school library.  I didn’t have permission to be there.  If anyone sees that photo I’ll go to jail, for trespassing and lewd behaviour.  But if I didn’t do it, Cat would have had me thrown in prison anyway.  I’m trapped.”

 

“We’re going to get her, Natalie,” said Jake.  “I can’t tell you how, but we really are going to make her pay.  We’re working on it.”

 

Miss Weaver clearly didn’t really believe Jake.  She put a hand briefly on his leg, and said, “That’s nice, Jake.  Thank you.  But I think we’ve reached your destination.”

 

And they had.  The old cinema loomed ahead - with its shadowy and ill-maintained car park behind it.

 

“Thanks, Natalie,” said Jake.  “I can take it from here.  Thank you for the lift.”

 

Miss Weaver smiled.  “It’s a pleasure to help,” she said.

 

And if Jake had wanted to give her a permanent fetish for pleasing him, he had no better chance to do it than right there…

 

… but he held back, and let the moment pass.

 

Miss Weaver already had enough people fucking with her sexual behaviour.

 

===

 

The Palace Cinema had closed down four years ago, and whoever had bought it had made no attempt to either rehabilitate it or redevelop it.  Its front facade was crudely boarded up, and the parking lot behind it - the bulk of it screened from public view by the cinema building - was now unusable by cars due to heavy concrete bollards that had been planted across the entrance.  

 

All of that made it an irresistible meeting spot for young people engaged in illicit business.

 

The sun was descending beyond the horizon as Jake made his way down the alleyway alongside the cinema, and the disused space was wreathed with twilight shadows.

 

And as he went, he could hear Isaac and Madison up ahead, and he knew that his worries had not been unfounded.

 

“You fucking cockteasing bitch,” he heard Isaac swear.  “Just leading me on.  For what?  Some plan you had with your dickweed cousin?”

 

“I’m warning you, Isaac, back up, right now,” said Madison.  And Jake was frightened to hear something he had never heard before - a crack in Madison’s confidence.  A small note of fear.

 

“I’ll do whatever the fuck I want, slut,” spat Isaac.

 

And then there was a ripping noise - clothes? - and Madison squealed.

 

“Nice tits, bitch,” laughed Isaac.  “You want to show me your cunt, too?  Or do I have to make you?”

 

There was a squeal of rage from Madison, and then slapping sounds - a trading of blows? - and then a heavy thud.  Madison had fallen to the ground.  

 

“You look good down there, cunt,” said Isaac.  “Now let’s got those jeans off you.”

 

Even then, Madison didn’t scream for help.  Had she simply not thought of it?  Or did she think no one would hear?  But if Jake had to bet, he would have guessed she was simply too proud.  And she still thought she was going to get out of this by herself.

 

Jake rounded a corner, and now he could see what was happening.

 

Madison lay on the ground, tits down.  Her shirt and bra had been ripped off her entirely, and her perfect breasts were crushed against the asphalt surface of the parking lot.  

 

Isaac stood over her, and he had grabbed the cuffs of her jeans, using them to lift her legs off the ground, as he tugged.  He had her jeans halfway down her legs, and as Jake approached, he gave them a final tug, and they came off completely, leaving Madison in nothing but a pair of white panties.

 

And then he reached down and ripped them off too, exposing Madison’s ass, and then he took her legs and used them to flip her over, so her tits and her pretty, naked cunt were pointing up.

 

*Now* Madison started to scream.  Not words - just incoherent screams.  She had realised it was really going to happen.  She was really going to be raped, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.  Isaac was larger than her, and stronger than her, and he was going to take what he wanted from her, whether she consented or not.

 

And the sad truth was that, under ordinary circumstances, no one *would* have heard.  The cinema created a near perfect sound block from the street.  It was one of the things that local kids liked best about this space.  Madison could scream and scream,and no one would come.

 

Isaac unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, then he sank to his knees between Madison’s legs.  She slapped at him with her arms, but he laughed, and pushed them away - and then he punched her in the face.  Madison seemed to go limp as her head bounced off the concrete, and for a horrifying moment Jake thought that Isaac had knocked her out - or even killed her.

 

But she was still moving, just limply.  Concussed, maybe, but conscious.  But Isaac had knocked the fight out of her, at least for the moment.  She would have a black eye where his fist had struck her eye socket, certainly.

 

“Now we’ll see your pussy feels like, you stupid cunt,” laughed Isaac.  And he leaned forward, cock in hand, to push the tip between Madison’s pussy lips.

 

Which was when Jake, who had been silently creeping up behind him, hit him in the back of the head with his hockey stick.

 

Hard.

 

Isaac just crumpled, falling sideways across Madison’s legs, his cock still in his hand, his eyes rolling back in his skull.

 

Madison screamed with horror and disgust, and limply wiggled out from beneath him.

 

“Fucker!” she screamed.  “Fucker!  Shit-licking piss-stain FUCKER!”

 

She was trying to get up.  Jake dropped the hockey stick - carefully out of reach of anywhere the semi-conscious Isaac might lay hands on it - and helped her to stand, trying to ignore the fact she was deliciously nude.

 

“Are you okay?” he asked.

 

“No,” she said - and there were tears in her eyes.  “Fuck, no.”

 

She kicked Isaac hard in the ribs, making him grunt.  “FUCKER!  RAPIST ASSHOLE FUCKER!”

 

“We should go,” said Jake.  “I’ll get your pants…”

 

“No,” said Madison.  “We’re not done here.”   She kicked Isaac again.  “Wake up, you shit-puddle.  Can you hear me?  Wake the fuck up.”

 

Jake felt nervous.  “What do you mean we’re not done?”

 

“I mean we’re not done, Jake,” she said.  She gave Isaac another boot, this time in his groin.  “You’re not unconscious.  Say something, you cowardly little dick-licker.”

 

“Stop,” moaned Isaac, cradling his groin.  “I’m sorry.”

 

“Not yet you’re not,” said Madison.  “But you will be.  Look at me.”

 

Isaac tried to focus his eyes on her.  They didn’t seem to want to focus.  There was blood leaking from the back of his scalp where Jake had hit him.  

 

The look on Madison’s face was one of pure feral rage.

 

“You feel this sensation?” Madison asked.  “This feeling?  Like you want to die?  Like you’re humiliated and helpless and in pain?  And there’s *me*, standing over you, telling you you’re a disgusting shit who deserves to die?”

 

Isaac started to cry.  “Yes,” he said.  “My head’s hurt real bad… please… “

 

“Shut up,” said Madison.  “You deserve another three cracks from Jakey-boy’s hockey stick, until you stop breathing altogether.  But I’m not a killer, and neither’s Jake, so you’re getting this instead.”

 

She leaned in towards him.

 

“That feeling you’re feeling?  The worst thing you’ve ever felt in your life, and me in control of it?” she asked.  “That’s your *fetish* now.”

 

And Jake felt her reach out with the Silver Leash, and - CLICK - she made it true.

 

She pushed her foot towards Isaac’s face.

 

“Lick my toes,” she told him.

 

Isaac moaned, and extended his tongue to lick her big toe.

 

“Good boy,” said Madison.  “And serving me?  Being a worm who does what it’s told?  That’s a fetish for you now too.”

 

The leash again.  CLICK.

 

“One more thing, turd,” she said.  “I want you to think about how it will feel to NEVER TELL ANYONE that you belong to me.  To keep that a secret from everyone - from Gwen, from Cat, from your parents.  The feeling of having a secret that you can’t share, about how you’re a worthless slave to my will.  Are you thinking of that?”

 

“No…” moaned Isaac.

 

“Don’t lie to me, turd,” said Madison.  “Yes, you are.  I can see it.  And that feeling?  Keeping a secret?  That’s going to be a fetish too.”

 

CLICK.

 

“Now fuck off,” she told him.  “Get up and run home.  I’ll let you know how you can serve me when I’m ready.”

 

Isaac was in no shape to stand up - but he tried anyway, and to Jake’s surprise he managed to get to his feet, and stagger off, down the alleyway, away from the parking lot.  He hadn’t done up his pants, and his cock was still sticking out, and he had to hold his belt with his hands to stop his pants falling down.

 

Madison watched him leave until he was completely out of sight.

 

And then she screamed - and the scream turned into tears.  She almost choked on raw, primal sobs.  Her knees went weak, and she would have fallen, if Jake hadn’t caught her, and lowered her carefully to the ground, up against one of the car park walls.

 

“Madison…” began Jake, wanting to know how to help.

 

“Shut up,” she gasped.  “Shut up.  I’m not okay.”

 

Jake opened his mouth anyway, about to say something.

 

“You dumbass,” whispered Madison.  “Just shut up and kiss me.”

 

So he did.

 

(TO BE CONTINUED)