Christine's Price to be Paid

Christine's Price to be Paid

By

Silence

Part 3

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Melissa's retrospective

Melissa allowed Christine to rest throughout the night. Seeing her friend like that made her remember what it had been like for her two years before. She was glad that Christine was at last involved in this secret part of her life and a weight had been lifted from her shoulders now that she no longer needed keep it a secret. Her thoughts drifted as she walked along the wide hallway to her own room. Mr. Starkov wouldn't be ready for her or Christine for an hour so she went about her own preparations as she waited. As she did her hair, make-up and other grooming her thoughts wandered to two years previous.

(Just to be clear, here's the flashback)

Melissa stood on the steps of her new high school and looked up at the imposing façade of the building. Three stories high and all red brick, it towered over the fourteen year old girl in the harsh November air. Her mother and father had divorced and that left her living with her mom in a new house and a new town far from the warm Florida air she was accustomed to.

It was already mid-morning and her mom's new SUV was pulling away from the curb behind her, leaving her standing on the stone steps as brown leaves blew past her. There she was, glasses, heavy coat, hat and purse clutched in gloved hands. She stood, too scared to take a step toward this New England school and the people inside whom she feared would mock her need to dress more warmly than them or her southern accent or any number of other things. She blinked up at the massive structure and didn't move despite the cold.

Half an hour later the front doors opened and a large man stood on the top steps of the school and beckoned to her. Melissa looked at the man and the single wiggling finger that seemed to pull her forward on an invisible string. She didn't want to move, but soon felt her left foot take a step, quickly followed by her right. She was being reeled in by an invisible steel thread and before she knew it she stood looking up at a powerfully built man with a piercing stare.

“Young lady, what are you doing standing here in the cold? Are you a student here?” The question, though normal, carried a commanding tone that made her speechless tongue start to work.

“Yes, sir… I'm Melissa Rayburn. My mother and I just moved here and I transferred here… but I was a little scared to go inside.”

“Well, that won't do. Come on in and I'll show you around. I'm Mr. Starkov, the administrator or Headmaster of the school. I can assure you that nobody will give you anything to be scared of as long as you are with me.”

Melissa smiled as he placed his arm across her small shoulders and led her inside. Deep down she knew she had nothing to fear from any of the students, but his presence made it more concrete. She felt safer, and that sense of security is what let Mr. Starkov work his magic on her. The safety and protection he offered proved true and she lived a pampered life at the school.

However, her introduction to her new lifestyle made up for her security in public with endless servitude in private. A month after her meeting with Mr. Starkov she had spent every after-school session with him, catching up on things she may have missed. It was at one of these exclusive sessions that Mr. Starkov sat closer to her on the small couch in his office and suggested that she consider some changes. Melissa listened to the influential man who had helped her so much and agreed to slowly start doing more and more for him.

Two months after their meeting, those gradual agreements had led to her being tied to his desk in her school uniform. She sat upright, leaning slightly back onto her bound wrists and arms. Her ankles had been parted lewdly and tied to the corners of the desk before her so that under her skirt lay her panty-less sex, facing his chair. She was blindfolded and gagged with soft silk scarves the color of an evening sky.

Between Melissa's young thighs, Mr. Starkov worked on paperwork and administrative duties. He made calls, filed reports and all the other things his job required within inches of the fourteen year old and her shaven pussy. He had been introducing her to more and more bondage for weeks and had begun to order her to come to school without panties and without the hair she had so recently grown between her legs. Melissa had been obedient and hadn't complained even to the most bizarre requests. Mr. Starkov hadn't touched her or used her sexually and she had been happy to be a decoration for him after classes were over.

It hadn't been until the summer before her fifteenth birthday that he had taken her on a small trip. Getting permission from her mother had been easy since she was too busy enjoying the company of younger men to care about her daughter's activities. The weekend at Mr. Starkov's house was eventful to say the very least.

Melissa entered Mr. Starkov's home and followed the instructions that he had laid before her the day before. He stood off to the side as she removed her clothes and folded them, setting everything aside. She wouldn't be wearing anything he didn't provide for her until they left the house on Sunday. When she was undressed she knelt on the entrance floor, waiting for him to tell her what to do. Months of subtle training after school had prepared her for what was to come, if she knew it or not.

Mr. Starkov opened a small drawer in cabinet near the front door and began to adorn his new pet. A black leather collar with studs of real silver closed about her neck, only to be followed by matching cuffs on her wrists and ankles.

Author's Note: Melissa's Retrospective will continue as part of Chrstine's Price to be Paid. Send me ideas if you want them done faster though. Also, my other story, Kiera's Offer is likely dead unless I get some inspiration.