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Part 3

I wake slowly, head pounding. My cheek pressed against the smooth, polished hardwood of an expensive desk.

For a moment, I can’t remember where I am - then memories of ‘Veronica’s’ entrapment start to surface.  Elements of the room drift back into focus. The dark-painted panel walls, hardwood furniture, antique bookcase and old TV unit. The tall sash widow at my side, looking out onto the manicured grounds of Edmonton Priory Girls School through diamond leaded glazing. It’s still light out – I can’t have been asleep too long.

Slowly lifting my head off the desk, I wince, realizing I’m bound to the chair I was sitting in earlier. Wearing nothing but my shirt and underwear, my tie and belt have been used to bind my wrists to the arms of the chair. Shaking my head to try and rid myself of the residual fog from the drugged tea, I notice an ornate pewter tray near where my head was. Six lines of white powder neatly arranged next to a dusty baggy and a razor blade…

Hearing the sound of one of my captors moving behind me, I snort derisively.

“Bit much, don’t you think?” I croak, surprised at how dry my throat is.

“Blythe’s idea…” Comes the reply, accent of the woman I’d previously believed to be Veronica Templeton still posh-English, but more common sounding than when she’d been masquerading as the British boarding school Headmistress earlier. “He was worried the video of you fucking my tits might get lost in the mail on its way to Luce in the States. The photos are for back up.”

“Smart…” I answer, swallowing hard and scanning the table for water or something to drink. “Unnecessary, but smart…”

The busty blond siren who so perfectly seduced me earlier emerges from my peripheral vision.

“Unnecessary? Mr Gables, please… Your firm’s entire lawsuit against my school is unnecessary. This is just good strategy.” She looks angry. Fucking gorgeous, but pissed too.

The bun from earlier is gone, mid-length wavy blond hair tumbling over her shoulders. She’s dressed younger now, in dark sweatpants and a ribbed, long-sleeved white top that hugs her gravity-defying tits perfectly. Her age is easier to place now too, clearly no older than the six young women myself and the partner team here in the UK have been deposing for the last few weeks.

“Your school… So you’re one of the students here?” I press for information, trying to gauge her motive… And how I can negotiate my way out of this.

“Christ, you still haven’t worked it out yet, have you?” Her confident smile reminds me of how she looked earlier - staring at me with haughty satisfaction while I had the best orgasm of my life with my cock buried between her huge tits.

“No… Who are you?” I admit, wincing at the pain in my throat. Rolling her eyes, she reaches for a bottle of water next to the leg of the desk. Waiting for me to open my mouth before pouring a trickle between my lips. Teasing me, even now…

“Think about it…” She murmurs, waiting for me to swallow before allowing me another few drops. Stood close, I can smell her perfume, the soft fragrance of her shampoo. She’s intoxicating, this one.

“Did you interview all the girls, Mr Gables? All the girls who were booked in for the Glastonbury trip?” Her question makes me frown.

“We scheduled interviews with all the pregnant girls that were in the tent that night, yes. But there was one of the friendship group who never made it to the festival – the ringleader, Constance Rigby. Well, we always suspected she was, anyway. She got stuck in the floods while driving into the festival site… Wait…” The fog in my mind clears quickly, memories of my paralegal’s report into the seventh member of the group coming back to me clearly.

“She was the one we suspected came up with the idea for the contest…” I continue, realization dawning. “The others would never confirm it – wouldn’t admit she was involved, but we know it was her that created the trophy and had it in her luggage… We always figured it was all her idea because of the nickname she had…” I take a deep breath and look at the hazel eyes of my captor, shining with triumph. “You? You’re Cumslut Connie??”

“The minge, the myth, the legend…” Connie confirms with a beaming grin, setting the bottle on the desk next to the lines of coke and performing a mock curtsy. “Can’t believe it took you this long!  Blythe was sure you’d rumbled me when you got all handsy earlier – he was convinced you’d never have taken a risk like that if you’d believed I was actually Templeton.”

I feel my face heat, blushing at just how casually I tried to have my way with this beautiful creature. Being drugged only excusing some of that behavior… “Templeton – the real one… Is she…?”

“Here? No.” Comes Connie’s answer as she lifts the pewter tray off the Headmistress’s desk and tips it out over a waste paper basket.

Noting my shocked expression, she shakes her head. “Dear God, Gables, did you think I’d be stupid enough to use real blow? It’s talc, you moron…” She sighs before continuing. “No, Templeton’s in France for Easter. Doing what she always does – trying to pretend she's not a closeted lesbian and going for long horse rides with her ‘friend’ Emmanuelle. Trust me, we’re alone here – it’s just you, me and Blythe.”

I’m grateful. As much as I’m anxious about the mess I’ve found myself in, the fewer people’s silence I have to buy off in this, the better.

“So, Connie…” I start, heart skipping when she hops up on the desk in front of me with a delicious jiggle, legs crossed with her head cocked to one side. “What’s the endgame - what do you want? Money? How do we resolve this?”

“Easy.” She replies with a sad little smile. “Drop the case. Stop making my friends out to be some braindead bunch of knocked-up floozies. Get Durant and his shrew wife to give up and just admit what we’ve been saying all along.”

“And what’s that?”

“For fuck’s sake, man – did you even listen to their testimony? It’s like Amelia said on the tape – we were just a bunch of size-queen breedsluts out to have fun. The whole ‘Cumslut Cup’ thing was just to spice it up a bit – the fact the girls ended up pregnant wasn’t some ‘unfortunate accident’….” Connie leans forward, lips parted as she notices my eyes flick down to her chest. “It was the whole fucking point..”

“Wait… You all wanted to get pregnant?”

“And now he gets it!” She exclaims. “I meant what I said earlier - those six gorgeous sluts were so lucky! Do you know how long we all spent fantasizing about it? Do you know what it’s like to be cooped up in a girl’s boarding school, hungry for cock but watched and guarded nearly all the time?” She laughs at my shocked reaction. “This was our chance to go further than just a quickie behind the pub in town – play the field… Literally. A festival field filled with thousands of hot studs! Use the ‘Cup’ as a way to find the biggest dicks to do the deed, and then go at it!”

“And you… You missed out.” I murmur, watching the manic energy drain from her.

“Well. Not quite, Mr Gables… Not quite.” The sound of the door opening behind me stops me questioning her answer, and I watch her bound off the desktop over to greet Blythe with a happy squeal.

“He’s awake then?” The male from earlier.

“Conscious, yes. Enlightened? Well, we’re still working on that, aren’t we Gables?” Her patronising tone disappears when she drags Blythe into the middle of the room and kisses him excitedly. “Did you get it?” She asks the towering man with dark wavy hair smiling at her.

“I did, babes, though I got some looks asking around for it. Turns out not every Anne Summers shop stocks animal tail butt plugs, and even fewer have the  duck tail one…”

“Buuuut….” Connie taunts her grinning boyfriend, who hands her the black bag with purple accents he’s been hiding behind his back with a happy smile. “Eeeee!!” She squeals happily, unwrapping the anal toy from pink tissue-paper wrap.

“I got the blue bonnet and pink shawl too.” Blythe says as she holds the plug up and bites her lip with longing. “And the last few bits for my costume – well, if you can call it that.”

“Oh, baby – don’t say that. You’re going to look great! And it’ll be a chance to show off your goods to the girlies. I’ve been telling them all about my big strong man and his big strong - ”

Blythe rapidly starts clearing his throat and making side eyes at me. For my part, I kind of want her to carry on – whatever aphrodisiac properties were in that tea still making their presence felt.

Connie rolls her eyes. “He doesn’t mind…” She whispers at Blythe. And then, louder, directed at me while she runs her hands over the muscular man’s abs and down to his crotch…. “Do you, Gables? You were pretty keen on hearing Amelia’s choice of breeding stallion – surely you’d be interested to hear about mine?”

“You guys make a cute couple…” I start, trailing off when I realize she’s taunting me again. Watching her little palm close around something that’s clearly another prop for whatever this costume of his might be… No one could be that big, right?….

Connie laughs as she follows my stare.

“You were enjoying Lady Chatterly’s Lover when I interrupted you earlier, weren’t you, Gables? I think I know what part you were at – there’s a reason that book falls open on that chapter, you know, especially in a girls’ school…”

Memories of those pages tease at my mind, my body reacting as Connie walks over, placing her hands over mine on the arms of this chair and leaning close. Those plump glossy lips just inches from mine, breasts so nearly grazing my thighs.

She continues in a low, husky tone. “But this Connie didn’t go looking in the Game Keeper’s lodge for baby chicks… Oh, no – little peckers just don’t do it for me… I went down to Blythe’s cabin looking for strong weed and stiff cock. Happy to report I found both in plentiful supply!”

“Connie, why are you telling him this?” Blythe sounds annoyed. “What if he tells someone? You know I could get in real trouble for growing weed down there.”

“And not for banging busty A-Level student sluts all through their study leave?” She grins back over at him. “Just kidding, baby. You had me hooked from the moment I saw what you were working with, and I didn’t mind sharing you… Oh, and we don’t need to worry about Mr Gables. I don’t think he’s going to tell anyone about this.”

“Oh, really?” I defend myself – “You think you two are going to get away with this? I might be fucked by that tape you made of me, but I can still take you down with me. Blackmail’s a serious offense, you know…” My bluff’s good enough for Blythe, it seems, big man sighing and scrubbing his fingers through his hair.

“See, Connie? You always take it too far…” He wanders off towards a wingback arm chair in the corner of the room, sitting heavily with a frown on his features.

 “No, see, that’s where you’re wrong, baby…” Connie purrs, speaking quietly with her eyes locked on mine. Slowly, she brings her hand up to my cheek, running her thumb over my chin, teasing my lower lip. “None of you know how far I’ll go.” She whispers as she leans forward, pressing her huge, perfect tits against my chest as she kisses me. My bottom lip caught between her teeth for just a moment before she pulls away.

“Gables doesn’t want to turn us in.” She murmurs softly, her incredible body making my dick rock hard once more. My cock eagerly pushing against the weight of her boobs where they’re over my lap. “He doesn’t want revenge, baby – he wants something to make all this worth his while…”

“Money?” Blythe exclaims from over the other side of the room. “Jesus, honey – you know we can’t outspend Connecticut millionaires! He works for Luce’s folks, right? They’re fucking minted!”

I’m held by her gaze, trying desperately not to moan. Trying not to debase myself and beg this beautiful creature to kiss me again. To let me touch her. She’s utterly intoxicating at this distance, filling my senses completely – every part of me yearning for her.

“Baby, come here.” The blond siren before me instructs her lover. “Let me show you what he wants.” Then, almost silently, she whispers into the sliver of space between us. “I’m right, aren’t I? If I untie you and let you play, you’ll be a good boy…”

A solemn desperate nod from me is all she needs, that angelic face breaking into a lusty smile. Cruel no longer, something radiant this time.

“Some things are worth more than money.” Connie raises her voice once more so Blythe can hear, his heavy tread making its way over to where she’s bent over my lap. She releases my arms, removing the tie and belt from my bound wrists. “You’re going to watch me get bred by the biggest cock I’ve ever had, Mr Gables – I think that’s worth your silence, wouldn’t you agree?”

“God, yes…” I whimper as she kisses me again, moaning against my mouth as Blythe’s big hands settle on her wide hips.

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Hope you enjoyed this latest part in the series, part 4 will be along soon...