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Nancy And Matt Fall Into The Evil Trap Of Their Owner!

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THAT NIGHT, NANCY Blake lay awake for what seemed like hours.

Her mind was a turmoil of conflicting emotions. Of despair, terror ... and of a strange, unwanted sort of excitement. The sort of excitement, for example, aroused by the Assistant Reeve, Martha Cleveland.

Nancy had now been ordered to visit that hard-faced dominatrix - a person of very considerable power and authority in Limbourne - on three separate occasions. And each time she had found herself becoming more and more embroiled in the frightening, yet thrilling, world of lesbianism. How awful it was to be made to do such things ... yet ... yet ... Nancy could not deny there were moments when she felt herself driven by desire over which she had no control. When, instead of being led, she was virtually doing the leading herself.

At the first visit, the Assistant Reeve had had to threaten her with dire punishment if she did not do what was required of her. But, on subsequent visits, though Nancy was very nervous, there had been no need for threats. At the end of those visits, Martha Cleveland had expressed herself quite satisfied with her new, young protege ... and promised to make a favourable comment or two to her Owner, Mrs Maud Campbell. In her innocent way, Nancy had been delighted by that. She even began to think of the Assistant Reeve as a 'friend', rather than an official of the State. That was a foolish thing to do for, it need scarcely be said, Martha Cleveland was as hard as nails and, whenever the mood suited her, would put in a bad report. For the time being she was getting special pleasure from suborning young Nancy. And that was all that mattered. Certainly, she would have no compunction, in the future, about whipping the girl mercilessly should the need arise. With her inexperience, Nancy could not imagine anyone - and especially a woman - being so 'kind' at one moment and then being so cruel. In fact, she was getting a kind of schoolgirl crush on Martha. Oh the poor innocent!

However, it seemed to Nancy that Martha was only the second person who had befriended her in any way since her arrival in the village of Limbourne ... the village which in so many ways was so 'ordinary' yet, in others was so frightening, so bizarre, so evil. The first person, of course, was her companion in misfortune, Matt Dawson, the other slave of the horrible, dumpy, middle-aged Mrs Campbell. She was a woman who often looked like the kind, complacent Chairman of the Women's Institute yet, at heart, was as viciously cruel as most Owners in Limbourne.

Yes ... Matt ...

Young Nancy found herself trembling as she thought of him. In some ways, Matt was as frightening as Martha Cleveland ... and as exciting, too. No ... more exciting, she had to admit. Nancy let her mind run over those times when, acting on Maud Campbells's orders, Matt had taken her sexually. At first, she had loathed him for what he had done. Her whole being had revolted against his brute maleness. Then she began to realise that it wasn't all that bad. That Matt's solid, young vigour did things for her. Also, she began to realise, it was not Matt's fault that he took her as he did. He was acting under orders. Under their Owner's orders. If he had not obeyed, he would have been savagely punished until he did. So what could Matt have done about it anyway? He was in a cleft stick, just as she was when she was sent off to amuse Martha Cleveland.

Beyond that, Matt, she came to understand, was kind.

He had sympathy for her plight, she was sure.

She came to feel that , though he enjoyed taking her sexually, he would not have done so - unless acting under orders - without her consent. That was a comforting thought.

In short, Nancy Blake felt she had both a companion and a friend in Matt. Possible, under different circumstances, he could have become her lover. The thought of that sent a quivering thrill right through Nancy. She let her mind dwell on the idea of the two of them being alone together. What a wonderful thing that would be! Without that hideous old woman smirking and gawping at them!

Oh yes ... that would be lovely ...

She thought of Matt's strong organ melting her. Their desires mutual. Equal. Above all, enjoying a union between themselves alone. Oh, if only that could be!

But no ... NO ... OOOO!

Nancy Blake's mind and nerves cried out in sudden terror. That temptation must be resisted. That way mortal danger lay. For, she sensed, if Mrs Campbell ever caught Matt and herself in any sexual waywardness (so absolutely forbidden!) their punishment would be beyond anything they had so far endured. And that had been severe enough. Moreover, Nancy thought of the Report that would be sent back to her State Training Centre at the end of her Probation. That, surely, would earn her a public flogging ... as well as other humiliations and sufferings too hideous to contemplate.

No ... thought Nancy, I must resist temptation.

I must be obedient ... I must be submissive. I must accept my lot. If things had turned out differently, she might have been one of the lucky ones. Free. An Owner herself. As it was, she had to accept her Fate, cruel as it was, like everyone else had to. Under the State regime, if you were once designated a slave, you were a slave for ever.

Nancy Blake blinked back tears of self-pity. What a cruel world she had to exist in!

It seemed a long time before sleep finally came.

* * *

Nancy was not the only one who lay awake that night.

Matt Dawson did, too. And, for most of the time, he had a thumping erection. The temptation to deal with it in the appropriate fashion became well-nigh irresistible again and again. Yet he dare not risk it. That was one of the biggest crimes in Mrs Campbell's calendar and Matt knew, if caught, his sufferings would far outweigh his brief pleasure. Moreover, Mrs Campbell seemed to have a sixth sense about such things. A number of times, while he had been simply fondling his hard, throbbing organ (thinking of nubile Nancy!) his Owner had entered suddenly. Although Matt had never had any intention of masturbating to a glorious conclusion, his nerves had flared horribly as he had snatched his guilty hand away.

"No naughty ideas, eh Matt?"

Oh that smug, suety face, looking down! Oh how he hated it! Why wasn't he allowed to be natural? With himself? With delicious young Nancy?

But, needless to say, Matt Dawson knew the answer to that. He was a slave ... and thus condemned perpetually to be the pawn and plaything of others. Oh his owner, of other Owners, all in Authority. Like Nancy, Matt sometimes felt utterly weighed down with despair.

Which is hardly surprising!

All the same, being a young man in rude health, Matt was not quite so cautious and frightened as Nancy. He reckoned, with care and cunning, there were moments when she and he could have sex together, without the horrible old dragon of a woman ever knowing. It just needed organising and awaiting the right opportunity. After all, the other day, Mrs Campbell had been out of the house for over an hour. All that time, Nancy and he had been alone together. Naked ... available to each other. Yet they had done nothing. Just because they were so scared of their Owner. That was ridiculous. Matt vowed that next time such an opportunity occurred, he would take it, and damn the consequences! He would fuck young Nancy of his own volition ... and not because the old crow ordered it. Then sat there gloating over it. Lusting vicariously. Oh it was disgusting at her age! Yet nobody thought the worse of her. She was a law-abiding, respected citizen of Limbourne. Let no one try to take her good name away. Least of all a mere slave.

All Owners were entitled to treat their slaves as they wished - and that was that.

Matt thought of Nancy lying nearby. Softly, delectably nude.

Only the Punishment Room between them (actually, the so-called Play Room)!

Was she, perhaps, thinking of him? Perhaps playing with herself. As far as he could make out, Nancy was permitted to do that. The ban on masturbation only applied to himself. That made it all the more cruel.

Matt gripped himself and began to manipulate gently.

Oh dear God, how difficult it was to keep a check on oneself! Oh ... ohhh ... if only he could! But he daren't! At any moment, his Owner might come in. He musn't. No ... NO ... OOOO ... he musn't! Almost sobbing, Matt took his hand off himself. This freedom to touch, yet not to masturbate properly, was one of the cruellest crosses to bear. Sometimes Matt thought it would be far easier if Mrs Campbell had put some kind of restraining device on him each night. But she didn't. She left him free ... and made her verbal prohibition.

The old bitch!

She knew what torment that put him through, night after night!

But there was no escaping it.

Matt tried to compensate himself by thinking about Nancy again. Soon, soon, he told himself, I shall be fucking that little darling. Hearing her gasp with delight; feeling her shudder and squirm in sexual joy. Oh ... it would be so wonderful!

Because it would be between themselves alone!

Little did Matt Dawson know that, not long before, Nancy had been dreaming about the very same thing. And, in her mind using the very same phrase!

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