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the strength of the steel and chains that bound me.
    I could not escape whatever was in store for me. I heard the heavy steps of boots, followed by the staccato sound of high heels. I fought against my chains now, my body writhing in my elegant prison as much from excitement as from fear.
    Then I felt the soft, sweet touch of a woman’s hands on my head. She put a blindfold over my eyes, and kissed me on the lips. I greeted her tongue with my own. I could not see who she was, but I gave myself to her completely. Now where was she? Ah, I felt her hands running over my breasts. My dress must be made of a deliciously sheer material. I arched my body up to meet her touch.
    But she pulled away from me. I wondered where she could be. Then I felt my blindfold being removed and I saw a man in a hood suddenly before me!
    He loomed like a giant—naked, muscular. And the size of that thing! His dick was enormous. The woman was now pulling my legs apart, roughly, no longer soothing. The man was stroking his cock as he moved between my knees. And it seemed to grow even more.
    A leather strap appeared in his hands, and he wrapped it around his balls and cock. I glanced at the man. And once again his member grew. It would hurt like a knife slicing through me and yet this was how it was supposed to happen….
    I felt a thwack! on my arms and popped out of my fantasy. Janine was leaning towards me, rolling her eyes.
    â€œJesus, what’s with you today?” she whispered. “You’ve been off in Cammie-land for the last fifteen minutes!”
    The video was still running on the screen in front of the class, showing images of native children taking their first Communion.
    I straightened myself, then saw Sarah Walker, the new girl at St. Theresa with the strange, English-sounding accent. She flashed me a knowing, private smile.
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    While my two friends peeled off towards geometry class, I hurried to the bathroom.
    Thank God no one was in there. I picked a stall, went in, and closed the door. I was still hot and flushed from the images that had possessed me.
    There was no way I could get through another class while in this state. I hiked up my skirt, sat on the toilet, slid my hand into my crotch, and gasped at how wet I was.
    My breathing grew shorter. I entered into the sensation, trying to stifle my moans. I moved my fingers in the wet tangle. I was growing sweaty, tense, excited, and confused.
    In my mind, I struggled with the image of the large naked man and his leather strap and my legs forcibly parted. I needed the images to feed my excitement, yet they caused me such shame that I fought them back at the same time. As I remembered the thrusts he gave me in my vision, I slid my fingers into me. They couldn’t begin to give me the rich and brutal pleasure the man had. I quickly searched through my purse and got out an elastic hair band and wrapped it around two of my fingers. I looked at it, imagining it to be the ring on the man’s cock. Now I poised it at my needy hole.
    I heard the bathroom door open. I stopped and peered through the crack in the stall.
    Great, Sarah Walker. She had begun attending St. Theresa’s only two weeks ago. There was an air of mystery about her. First, there was the accent. It was British, but as though she was born in some far more exotic country.
    Then there was the fact that nobody could figure her out. Was she rich? Was she poor? No one seemed to know. I knew exactly where the rest of my classmates stood. Who was spoiled, who had two after-school jobs, and who was somewhere in between.
    Janine claimed to know for sure that Sarah’s family was actually trailer trash and doing their best to disguise it with their fancy way of speaking.
    Janine might put her down, but I thought Sarah was amazingly sophisticated with her short, chic cropped hair. I suspected the blackness of it was a dye, because Sarah’s skin was so fair. And her posture! It made the standard