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Ring of Truth

by obohobo

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MF MM FF NC. Spanking WS

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This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to persons living, dead or otherwise is purely coincidental, etc.

Copyright 2005

Prologue

After finding the Ring of Truth and learning a little of its properties, I, Dr. Derek Meeks, decided to keep a sort of diary, a 'blog' of events surrounding its use in my life. At the same time I added excerpts from the leather book that came with the ring so they would be readily readable. For the time being I am keeping the information in a protected file on my computer and, for reasons that will become obvious to anyone privileged to view them, I do not intend to print them out until I, like the previous owner, decide to put the ring in some safe place. That may not be for many years hence.

Dr. Derek Meeks.

P.S. (Later). I have now decided to anonymously publish an edited version of the blog together with the excerpts from the book on a site I visit frequently and get much pleasure from reading the stories it contains. Names of people (including my own), and places have been changed but otherwise this is an honest account of my experiences with the ring. I have tried to write each blog as a readable narrative and have concentrated on the sexual aspects mainly because I know that it what readers visit this site for and because they brought me the greatest pleasure. I hope it will do the same for you.

Blog 14. A night in a hotel

10th November 2004

I'm sorry I didn't post a blog last Wednesday but I had to discus my research with my sponsors. This meant staying two nights in a small hotel in the Lake District, a venue chosen it seems more for its golf course than the convenience of its location. The directors of the company sponsoring me of course stayed in a top hotel but I shouldn't complain, my hotel was clean and friendly and provided the subject for this blog.

On the home front, Anna seems much happier. I sat near here at lunch today and listened in to her thoughts. She'd a notepad alongside her and was working out menus at first this puzzled me but then it became clear that her mistress was spending the weekend with her and I had images of a pink bedroom with lace curtains and the pair of them cuddling between the sheets.

Kathleen is getting on well and Rowlandson still seems to be co-operating and not trying to hassle her. She came to dinner with Sarah and me last Sunday and this brought curious looks from my student. Sarah has suggested that she might move in with me before Christmas. I know from her thoughts that it is more than 'might' as she is planning it for the weekend of the 18th and 19th of December. I always try and get off work early on Mondays because it is also Sarah's day off. Last Monday Mother invited us to dinner along with Jenny and Ralph and Jean. She's still very wary of me and whenever possible she will sit to one side, never directly facing me. At the end of the meal, Jean said to her, "You and Ray sit by the fire, us girls will wash up and that long pole of a son of yours can clear the table and put things away." Mother mildly protested but acquiesced. I puttered in the room collecting the spare cutlery and generally clearing the table but all the while listening in to my parent's thoughts. Father's mind was on the local team's poor performance at football the previous Saturday so I could easily shut his thoughts out. Mother's musings were far more interesting. Perhaps because of my presence, she thought about the bridge club and the embarrassment of having to tell the Pendergasts that her husband wouldn't allow her to play bridge any more and had sent her out to work so she wouldn't have the time.

<<Oh, I nearly died of shame when Mary Pendergast asked, "Does Ray know what we do here?" She was really worried and thought they might have to close the club. I had to admit that he did and said he'd found out because of the semen in my vagina and the marks on my body. At least I didn't mention that the rest of the family knew as well or the real way they found out. Still cannot make out how Derek did it. It's either something that's occurred naturally or it's something he picked up at university. Sarah mentioned he'd done it to her but she wouldn't say what she'd told him. It's had some good effect though although I do miss the variety of things we did at the club. Ray's prick seems to have come out of retirement since then and there's not too many nights that we don't have sex in some form or other. Even when he can't get it up, he still tries to do me orally or I have to do it to him and if I seem reluctant, he's always ready to spank me. Not hard like that night but more than enough to warm my arse. Good job the kids are no longer at home. Wonder when Jenny will start getting pregnant? She says they're going to wait until she's thirty like many mums do these days. I expect Sarah will be like her too unless she gets herself in a family way to snare Derek. She says she won't and she seems honest enough about it. I like he a bit more now but I still think Derek should have done better for himself. They seem to get on all right with each other though. Think they might live together without getting married soon. Probably a good idea so he can dump her with less problems if the find they don't get on…">> I had to leave the room at that point but at least I learned mother's honest views on us and her improved relationship with dad.

Back to the real subject of this blog.

Also in the hotel where I stayed was a party of college students, eight boys and two girls. They'd been on a climbing holiday and were spending their last night at the hotel before returning home. It appeared they had booked a small youth hostel that would normally have been closed but they were given permission to stay there for their climbing in the mountains. The group had commandeered an alcove in the lounge and I sat with my laptop a few yards away going through my presentation for the directors on the following morning but the group kept distracting me. Although the spoken words were barely audible from where I sat, I could tell from the thoughts emanating from the alcove that one of the girls was having a hard time fighting off the attentions of the boys. It seems she'd been virtually forced to have sex with them at the hostel and they were now debating who should sleep with her that night. <<"I'm going to sleep in my own room, in my own bed with the door locked," the girl declared, "You've all fucked me quite enough for one holiday. Just because Melissa brought her boyfriend you all thought I was available for everyone's use. Not tonight!">> They argued, threatened and cajoled the girl but she was adamant. <<"Perhaps you fancy that geek in the suit with the computer then Sharon," one of the boys suggested looking at me." Couldn't be worse than you Bill Saunders," the girl retorted.>>

A little later I heard the girl think it was time to get another drink so I got up and decided to get one too. We met at the bar and had to wait for someone to come through and serve us. "Hi," she greeted me. <<"He's not bad looking. Perhaps I should talk with him and get away from the other bastards for a while.">>

"Hi," I returned, "I guess you're on holiday or a field study trip." I've grown fairly adept as asking indirect questions.

"Climbing holiday. We've been at Black Tops Youth Hostel for most of the week. Heading back tomorrow. What about you?" I told her the reason for my being there. "I hope to go to Durham University next year if I get the right grades," she informed me in her northern accent.

The barman came, "Ladies first," I smiled. <<"He's more of a gentlemen than the boys in my crowd. They'd have pushed me back.">> She ordered a rum and coke and I had a shandy. "Put it on my bill," I told the barman and turning to her said, "It's okay Glenadore Products are paying. It's not a come-on. I've a girlfriend at home but I wouldn't mind someone to talk to for a little while this evening to get my mind off the dreaded presentation in the morning."

Her face lit up with a mischievous smile, " Thanks. Maybe I'll do just that. I'm Sharon." <<"That'll give Bill and his cronies something to talk about. Maybe I'll even go to his room tonight.">> We sat at my table and she asked what my presentation was on and when I told her it was on the secondary infections caused by bedsores, she made a face and said, "Urgh! Gruesome," but then went on, "Can I see?" I warned her that some the pictures were indeed gruesome but said she wanted to see anyway. The group at the alcove had gone quiet and I noticed they were watching us and their thoughts showed a mix of puzzlement at what she might be looking at and a little anger at her having left them. The Powerpoint presentation started and she made various remarks on how horrible the sores were. "Is that a woman's arse? Yuck! That is gross!"

This attracted the attention of the boys. "He's showing her dirty pictures," one called out and another strolled over, looked at the screen for a few moments and dashed for the door. "You're less squeamish than he is," I remarked. When he returned the presentation had changed to data information on the cures we had tried but he kept well away from the screen. "Is he still showing he dirty pictures?" asked one of the group when Dave returned.

"Dirty enough to make Baby Dave feel sick," Sharon retorted. We tried to talk about my work and what she did at college but with interruptions and comments from her group it was difficult. "Derek," she whispered, "Can we go somewhere quieter to talk? If I suggested we go to your room, can we just talk and not get into sex. I've had enough of that these last few days." I agreed. I liked the girl and she had a lively wit and did seem interested in what I did and I was keen to find out about the previous few days. My feelings for Sarah would I hope prevent me from taking advantage of Sharon. "I'll see you all in the morning," she said to her companions when she picked up her bag from their table, "And don't even think about causing trouble because I'm going to alert security. If that doesn't work you I'll get Derek to show you all the picture that caused Davey to go green, and that includes you Mel." Somehow the fire and menace in her voice this time, kept them in their seats although they commented on the rude things we might do together.

"This is a much nicer room than mine," Sharon observed when she entered and sat in the one armchair, leaving me to sit on the bed. "I'm sorry I got you involved in this but I've been fucked over enough this week by that lot."

I'd brought a carton of orange juice with me and while I poured some for us I asked, "Do you want to tell me about it?" From previous experience I'd learned that these semi-direct questions didn't actual force people to answer but they usually did with almost the same frankness as if I had asked, "What happened at the youth hostel?" In addition they didn't have the same feeling of being hypnotised and saying things they had no wish to say. It didn't always work and sometimes a person would answer, "No, I don't wish to talk about it," and then I would have to drop the subject. Sharon though, seemed pleased to get it off her chest. She checked the door was locked, slipped off her shoes and then lay alongside me on the bed.

She was silent for a while and then started. "I don't know why but I feel that I can trust you. I suppose I must because I'm in here on your bed in a locked room and am trusting you not to have sex with me even though I know you could overpower me so easily. It is all a matter of trust when you're climbing. You trust whoever you are roped to, to make sure they are properly belayed and can hold you in the event of a fall." Sharon paused. "I've climbed with most of the group on a number of occasions and we've had good fun so when the idea of this trip was mooted, I saw no reason not to go. I'd had sex with a couple of the lads before and Melissa was coming so I expected to share a room with her or have my own room if she wanted to sleep with Geoff, her boyfriend. That's how it worked out on the first night. I was on my own until about four in the morning when Dave crept in and slid under the covers with me. I started to object but after a bit of cuddling and kissing, I accepted the situation and eventually allowed him to fuck me. After that we fell asleep only to be woken by the duvet being pulled off but three of the boys. They laughed and joked and said that if I could do it for one, I could do it for all. "No way!" I protested but over breakfast they continued to bait me with their threats. "If I have to fuck you all the so should Mel," I retaliated but Geoff is the biggest and strongest of them and he simply said, "Anyone can fuck Mel if they best me first." That was highly improbable and Mel just sat and smirked. We were never best of friends but now I hated her for not supporting me. Anyway it all died down and things became normal when we were on the mountains. The weather was good that day and we had some great climbs and arrived back sweating and exhausted.

Mel immediately stripped off in front of the fire, grabbed a towel and went to the shower room. She knew nobody dare touch her. Geoff followed and then Dave said, "Your turn Sharon, get your kit off."

"Not with you lot leering on," I protested and went toward my room. I never made it to the door before many hands grabbed me and started undoing my buttons and zips. I shouted and swore but it made no difference. In no time at all, I was naked. The boys all undressed quickly and we all crammed into the showers. Mel and Geoff were drying themselves but my appeals to them to help were only met with laughter. So I was washed and felt all over by all seven of them and of course most of them sported erections before our shower was over. With all the feeling and touching, I couldn't help but get aroused and Dave noticed this and pointed it out to everyone when he dried me. "She's as wet as hell," he yelled out, "She's all ready and waiting for us. Let's go into the kitchen where it's warmer." I was half carried in there and the table was pushed to one side so there was space enough for a mattress on the floor.

"This is rape," I screamed, "You'll go to jail for it when we get back." The more I screamed, the more I cried, the more I begged, the more it seemed to incense them. Geoff and Mel stood and watched but ignored my pleas for assistance. I was soon held and Dave fucked me first and he did it hard to show off to the others. Two more followed and one made me suck him. I was appalled and very frightened as this was only the first day. It could only get worse. Sometime during my second rape, I saw Mel take Geoff into their room and close the door. How I resented the fact that they could take their pleasure in private while I was forced to submit to every one in public.

When four boys had had me, they decided very kindly that I needed a break and the remaining three would have me after we'd eaten a meal. They even allowed me the privilege, as they called it, of wearing my tracksuit top and pants but with nothing underneath. At least that was better than being totally naked especially as the hostel was only really warm in the kitchen area. I sat crying and sore throughout the meal and I think some of them now began to feel sorry for me. Geoff sent me to my room and had a word with them and without consulting me they agreed on a timetable for fucking me. Dave came in and gleefully announced what they had decided. Three beds were to be pushed together at nighttime and I would sleep in the centre one with a boy in the bed either side. These could have me at any time up until midnight and again from 5 a.m. One boy would have me after we returned to the hostel in the afternoon, and two more in the evening. These sessions would be limited to half an hour each. Then the last two boys would sleep alongside me the following night. There were no restrictions on where, or how they fucked me. If I made an undue amount of fuss, I would have my arse caned; they'd found a stack of bamboo plant sticks in the wood shed. I swore and cursed him and the others and threatened they'd lose their places in college when I reported it. Dave just laughed and told me to remember what would happen if I made an undue amount of fuss. I fully believed they would do so.

I had to watch while they moved the beds and then they sent Jerry in. The other two who hadn't had me were to get the nighttime shift. Jerry was the nicest one and just undressed and came into bed with me. "Sorry Sharon," he whispered, "I know we shouldn't be doing this to you so if we can just pretend and cuddle a bit that will be okay with me." He kissed me and we cuddled and I felt his prick get hard so I told him to do it. One more fuck wouldn't make any difference. It was his first time and he was quite shy and gentle so I cuddled him for longer than the half-hour we were allowed. After that I put my tracksuit on and sat around the fire. I don't know if Geoff had ordered it, but everyone then treated me as if nothing had happened and we spent some time discussing the next day's climbs.

At about ten o'clock the remaining two boys that hadn't fucked me, said it was time for bed and they even came into the loo with me to make sure I didn't lock myself away and they made me watch them while they pissed. Dan seemed to treat me like a slave and encouraged Ray to do the same. By the time they'd both had me twice it was nearly midnight and my cunt and tits were really sore and I just lay and sobbed. This annoyed them and they threatened to gag me if I didn't shut up. In the morning Dan said he was going to fuck my arse and I refused and put up a fight. The noise woke some of the others and Dave decided it was definite grounds for a caning. I called for Geoff to protest but the door to his room was shut tight. Only Jerry said it was wrong but he was pushed out of the way. Several boys held me across a bed while Dave laid on six real hard strokes and I screamed hellish loud, which finally brought Geoff in and he yelled, "You bloody fool Dave. Look at the marks you've put on her, they'll never fade by the time we get home and then if she complains we're in shit-street. We only agreed to threaten the cane, not use it." For a few moments I thought Dave was going to start a fight but eventually he put the cane down and walked out of the room. At this point Mel came in, "You boys are sick," she yelled at Dan. Geoff sent the other boys out with orders to leave me alone for the time being. Mel stayed but wasn't much comfort. Jerry came back and brought a bowl of warm water and bathed my welts and asked Mel if she had any cold cream or anything to put on them. He's actually quite a nice boy but very shy..."

We heard a noise in the corridor and a voice she said was Dave's called out that she was a whore and would willingly go to bed with a stranger but wouldn't put out for her friends. They tried the door handle but of course it was locked. I called back, "I'm only photographing her welts and non-accidental injuries ready to email them. I'm a geek so I know how to do that."

"You wouldn't do that would you Sharon?" Dave's voice sounded less sure now. "Think of your reputation too." I went to the door ostensibly to look through the peephole but I pressed my ring against the woodwork to hear his thoughts and those of the others. They all seemed very worried and urged Dave not to make the situation worse. After a few minutes we heard them move away.

"Will you photograph my bum?" Sharon asked. I said I could do that if she wanted and got out the little Nikon Coolpix. She lowered her jeans and showed me the welts. They were still very red and no doubt the chafing of the denim material had made them redder. She also showed me the bruises on her breasts, which were now quite purple from the mauling they'd received. I took the pictures and downloaded them on to the laptop and then, after enhancing the appearance of the stripes, emailed them to her address.

"At least you have some hold over them now," I remarked. We settled down on the bed again and she continued with her story.

"Jerry's a nice lad and I've grown quite fond of him over the last few days but he's shy and rarely says anything and several times he's defended me. I think that at least some of the others are wary of him because he's almost as big as Geoff is but not as demanding. Anyway, I couldn't go climbing that day, it was too painful to walk and Jerry volunteered to stay behind with me, which of course, brought snide comments from Dave and his cronies. Jerry though, treated me like a gentleman and looked after me and made no attempt to have sex even though he treated my welts with cream several times. As it turned out the rain came midday and they all returned soaked through. Mel asked how I was but I knew she was only interested to see if I was going to be okay when we got back. Most of the others seemed to realise what they had done was wrong and a couple even apologised to me.

There are no locks of the bedroom doors in the hostel so that night I asked Jerry if he would sleep in the bed next to mine. The three beds were still side by side and I deemed it safer to have Jerry there rather than be alone in the room. It poured the next day, so no one went out and we played cards and dominoes. All except the two D's Dave and Dan were especially nice to me. I was too sore to go climbing for the next two days even though the weather was good enough and everyone else went except Jerry. We went for a couple of short walks over well worn tracks and although I was sore afterwards, I enjoyed the day's out. On the second day we came back for lunch and I asked Jerry for put some more cream on me. He did so and I noticed he was bulging at the front and the soreness in my cunt had lessened so I asked him if her would like to fuck me. He was actually reluctant because he didn't want to hurt me but after the massage when he put the cream on, I insisted and he took me doggie style. That night, when all was quiet, I slid across into his bed and we did it again. None of the others know about this. Yesterday we walked back from the hostel to here and we get the early train back in the morning."

"I doubt that you intend to take the matter further," I commented, "Otherwise Jerry would be implicated too but at least for a while you'll have a little power over them." She agreed and we lay still for a while. She relived the rape sessions in her mind and I saw them in all their gruesome detail.

After a while, there was a gentle knock on the door. "It's Jerry," a soft voice said, "Are you okay Sharon?" I let him in and he hugged her. His concern for her was quite touching.

"She's okay now," I replied for her, "Take her to her room and lock the door."

At breakfast the pair came and sat with me and Jerry thanked me for befriending Sharon last night. Dave kept looking across at us and finally he came and in his sneering way asked without it being a question, "You didn't really take pictures of her last night." I took out my little pocket size digital and showed him them on the screen and his face fell until in front of him, I erased them. He started to smirk until I said, "I don't need them. They're in Sharon's inbox now. It's up to her what she does with them or whether she goes to the nurse and shows her how you treated her." He stomped back to his table looking quite worried. <<"She's thinking of going to get medical advice. We still have to bloody well be nice to her for the time being. The geek's posted pictures of her arse and tits to her email.">> I heard him tell the others, although he spoke so we couldn't actually hear the words from where we sat.

My presentation to the sponsors went well and by using the ring's powers I was able to anticipate some of their reservations before they made them. They seemed happy to continue their sponsorship of my work so I was pleased to. I was even invited to join them for golf but I declined citing that it was a long drive back for me.