Chapter 3

Pain flashed through Roger's skull as he jolted awake; the world a blur before him. He remembered with horror the events that had brought him here. Richard quickly reached down to check if he was completely intact; he sighed with relief. But, a shiver came over him as he realized he was nude, except for the thin woven blanket. The room was dusted in shadows, and only a small lamp, on the end of Ronda's wooden desk, lit the room. Her office was lightly furnished, but everything was picked with impeccable taste: from the amber paperweight on the desk, to a beautiful copy of a Monet above her leather couch. Roger could tell she liked the creature comforts of life. Wrapping the blanket around his waist, he stood to look for his clothes. He's knees wobbled and collapsed. He had no strength. His head pounding with the strain. A small moan drifted from his lips, as he held his head in his hands. His eyes wouldn't focus, as he looked around.

He remembered something, but it kept slipping away as he grasped at it. Fog filled his memory, after being hit with the book. Pulling the blanket off he probed at the soft flesh of his balls. A dull ache hit him as he moved them. They were swollen to the size of large eggs. The click of a key in the door gave Roger little warning to cover himself and return to the couch, but he did, just in time, as it opened wide. Ronda and Mrs. Bird entered the room. The looked a little shocked to see him sitting up.

"Roger, how are you feeling?" her voice seemed to hold a little actual concern. Which surprised Roger, he was sure that she hated him: why else would she do this to him.

"Why do you care?" Roger shot angrily. Pulling the blanket tight across his waist. "Scared you'd lose a model?"

"Oh, Roger... don't be that way." Ronda sat beside him, rubbing his check with the back of her soft fingers. Roger jerked away. "I never wanted you to get hurt, my dear boy." Ronda sighed. "That was just an unfortunate accident." Gently placing her hand on his bare shoulder Ronda stroked his delicate skin. He really was a beautiful boy. Ronda let the tips of her fingers run down his chest and stomach. A shiver of sensation, his body tingling with every touch. Every sensation chiping away at his anger. Roger had never been with a woman, much less having one caress him. In front of the class it was so different; fear blocking out all senses, a nightmare of jagged piercing eyes. But here, with her, it was mind numbing. With a shake of the head, Roger embraced his anger.

"I'm out of here!" Roger shot to his feet, but his legs betrayed him. Collapsing to his knees he caught the couch. His blanket escaping, as his hands found more important things to hold on to.

"Roger!" Ronda gasped as she caught him: quickly helping him back on the couch. Roger blushed as he felt Ronda's strong arms grip around his waist, hauling him up. Her hand sliding between the cheeks of his bottom as she put him down. Roger flushed all over. Ronda slowly picked up and placed the blanket back on Roger's lap "Please, Roger, don't do that again." Her hand gently pushing his bangs from his eyes. Smiled down at him, he looked so handsome to her there; half naked and totally embarrassed. Roger's couldn't look her in the eyes, shifting uncomfortably under her gaze. Her eye's an intense emerald green, with long lashes accenting them. She smiled to herself thinking, 'he tries so hard to be in control'. But, she could tell he was a natural submissive. He blushed, as if he had read her mind.

"Can I please have my clothes back." Roger whispered.

"I think not Roger." His look pleading with her. "You need to rest. The doctor will be back in a few hours. Maybe then." Ronda never let an advantage slip away. He wasn't demanding his clothes, he was asking for them. She was so proud of him. Even with all the pain and betrayal he couldn't help being polite and demure. Ronda wasn't sure she'd be willing to give him up. "Lay down Roger. Rest some, you've had a long day." Leaning beside him, she slid his legs back onto the couch. Roger was in a daze: not once did he try to stop her. Not even as she took the blanket and made him lie down again. Roger closed his eyes tightly and fought back the tears, but still a few escaped: rolling down his cheek. Ronda slowly covered him then leaned down kissing his cheek, tasting the salty tears on her lips. "Everything's going to be fine, my dear." Softly stroking his chin. "Everything will be fine." Roger turned, he had never been so humiliated as today. He couldn't hold back the flood any longer thinking, 'What's next?'.

Stepping from the couch Ronda took Mrs. Bird in hand leading her from the room, quietly closing the door behind her. It was a short conversation, but Ronda could tell that Mrs. Bird was well chastised. They were going to have to be careful, their was too much to lose if they ever got caught. Not just her, but for many other women in the school. Roger wasn't the first to be kidnapped this way. Ronda was hoping he wouldn't be the last. She screened all the potentials, finding ways to get them into her class. After that it was easy, they were right where she wanted them. Her preferance was to take the young men, they were much harder to break then the women; it made it more satisfying to her - she loved a challenge. Roger was going to be an easy one, but something about him had her intrigued. He was something more then just a handsome body and polite demeanor. Something innocent about him. Something so pure that she wanted to protect him. Ronda was sure Sara felt the same.

Ronda opened the door slowly and tip toed back into the room. Roger was fast asleep on the couch. The Doctor had warned that he had a minor concussion, but with a little rest and care he would be fine. Lucky for her the Doctor was a close friend and a Domme herself. She was quite willing to keep the whole thing quiet. Geri too was quite taken with Roger and asked how Ronda had been so luck to find one so handsome and well trained. All Ronda could say was that he was like that normally, Geri was shocked; She was sure that all gentlemen in the world had gone extinct - Ronda was quick to point at Roger. Ronda pulled the plush leather chair from behind the desk and sat it beside the couch. Taking the small cloth bound diary from her desk she sat to write. Roger tossed and turned as he slept, she couldn't help but feel a little sorry for the boy. He would never be the same when they were through with him, but it was for the best. Someone need to take care of him, needed to make him feel needed. In the end, he would be happier; it would just take time for him to realize it.

Ronda gently rubbed her fingers through his hair as he slept. His bronze skin felt smooth and soft, as she ran them down the side of his face and neck. Slowly, carefully she slipped the blanket from him. His flaccid penis resting on a soft bed of curly black hair. The tip of his glans peeked from his foreskin. Ronda let her fingers slowly slither down his chest, resting her palm against his warm soft stomach. Her index finger sliding smoothly around his belly button, like a preverse snake tasting it's prey. Roger's chest heaved reacting to her touch, as his penis started to swell. Ronda slid the diary under the couch. Her other hand wandering up his leg; a gentle spider crawling slowly between his thighs. His swollen member jiggling, as he became even more restless in his sleep. Ronda let her well manicured nails scratch softly at the sleeping boys scrotum. Roger's eyes fluttered open. Her hand struck like a viper, his balls locked in her gentle grip.