The Return

This story is an extension to a series, where a bikini model is tricked and blackmailed into becoming a sex slave for a week. If you haven't read the first installments I suggest you do as you'll enjoy them more than this in isolation. For those who have read previous entries, hope you enjoy this continuation, part 9 is incoming.

Six months after my ordeal at the Chateau and I'm starting to feel like life was back normal, as normal as life could ever be after such an ordeal. I hadn't had sex since the chateau, deliberately shunning the frequent advances from men, going cold turkey was my way of regaining control and peace of mind. At first I felt like everyone I met and saw knew, as if they could read my mind and thoughts. I deliberately dressed down, wearing shapeless joggers, baggy tops and no make up trying to avoid any attention. As time moved on, mercifully, memories were more fleeting now. They came back in dreams though, vivid reconstructions of being pussy whipped suspended from the ceiling, fucked and abused, the most frequent image was the guard looking over me while I slept. I always woke startled, breathing heavily......and wet, shamefully so, many a time I had wanked to a quick and explosive orgasm extending the dream, reliving the sessions, imagining if the guard really had broke in to make good his promise of "fucking you whenever he wants." Whenever I wanked like this I always felt annoyed, with the men who put me in and exploited the situation but also myself for still being turned on by it, immediately showering to cleanse myself. I tried masturbating to other things, regular sex, with regular guys, movie stars etc. but it just didn't do it for me, another reason I stayed away from dating, fearful that my desires were now irrevocably sullied.

I was back in training, I didn't want to compete again, but it felt good to focus on something I was in control of. My body was getting back close to the competition shape, and I was enjoying the routine. I often trained with a friend I'd met in the gym, Ros. She was 5 years younger than me but we'd struck up a friendship as we'd often find ourselves in the same classes and using the same equipment, it turned out she was training for bikini competition, I decided to keep it quiet that I had competed, until one day.

"Kate, I have entered a bikini competition, it's in 3 months time."

"Oh great." I say "good for you."

"Why don't you do it with me? it'd be fun to do it together."

"Err, No that's not for me."

"Oh go on you have an amazing body,"

"Thanks but I've already done it."

"Oh wow cool! what was it like?"

"It was good at the time, oh look the lat machine is free now." I say trying to divert the conversation away.

We finished our workout and had a coffee, I also had a cake, I never usually did, but it was a deliberate reinforcement that I was not going back to competing, whether that message was for my or Ros's benefit I wasn't sure.

"So how many competitions did you enter?" Ros asked, trying to ignore my cake.

"A few."

"What was it like?"

My mind shot to the chateau, like a flashback, Crystal's broken shoe, my competition win, the ultimatum, the days of sexual punishment and abuse. Involuntarily, I felt my pussy warm and slicken, I crossed my legs. "It was....intense." I say.

"Which competitions did you do?" She asked.

I listed a couple of minor local events, then I offhandedly mentioned the regional final at the chateau.

"Oh wow, that's the big one, what was it like."

"I'd rather not talk about it" I respond trying to focus on scooping the last remnants of the cake of my plate.

"Oh I'm sorry I didn't mean to pry, I imagine the competition was fierce, it's an achievement just to have made it there, you shouldn't give up."

"Actually I won," I said, pride getting the better of me.

"Holy shit that's awesome, then why quit?"

"Closed chapter." I say.

"Ok, so if you don't want to compete anymore, would you help train me? I could really do with the help.....especially from past regional winner." She says patting me on the leg, a leg still clamped tight across the other leg to quell the rising heat in my pussy.

"I guess so."

"Great!" Ros exclaimed giving my leg another squeeze, "this'll be so much fun."

3 months later, Ros was in great shape, she was really determined and was a good learner. We'd become very close and I'd helped her with everything, her training, her diet, her poses and routine, even teaching her to walk properly in high heels, something she didn't do in her normal life, she was really quite reserved and shy.

The day before her event I went with her for her tanning session, bikini competing was a complex business, bikinis cost hundreds, hundreds more were spent on hair, make up and getting a deep professional tan to best show off body definition. After spending months in the gym on an increasingly stringent diet you couldn't afford to leave any stone unturned or disadvantage to your competitors.

Ros went in to the room laid out for the tanning and I waited in the reception room with many other competitors, families and friends. I smiled at the familiar conflict of the girls ostensibly being friendly and supportive but secretly measuring up their competition. I missed it and for a moment wished I was back competing, then my heart stopped. Across the room I saw a shock of white blond hair who's owner was barking at some poor admin girl, checking in Competitors for their tanning session. The blond looked up at the ceiling in exasperation, removing any lingering doubt in my mind, it was Crystal.....shit! I sunk down a little lower in my seat, she was too distracted arguing with the girl to notice me but last thing I wanted was a confrontation with her. She seemed to finally get what she wanted and stormed off with another girl with similar bleached blond hair, dressed in a tanning onesie - an all in one jumpsuit designed not to rub off the tan. Crystal was wearing jeans and a crop top, so clearly she wasn't competing, I noticed her a limp in her stride, which made me smile a little.

Ros walked past crystal and the the other blond coming the other way, and came over to me.

"All done?" I say.

"Yep, didn't realise it would be so dark." she said.

"It won't look so dark under the lights, are you ready to go?" I said desperate to get out of there.

The competition was the following day, held in the town's concert hall, I tried to think of excuses to not go, but couldn't think of any and really didn't want to let Ros down, she was nervous enough and I couldn't abandon her at the final step. We arrived early and I checked the competitor list, I spotted Jade Rivers - recognising crystal's surname in Ros's class, it must be her sister or cousin or something. We checked in and I scoured the rooms, the biggest room had lots of tables and floor length mirrors, I carried on past it knowing that is where Crystal will inevitably want to set up.

"Why don't we go there there's plenty of space?" Ros asked.

"There is now but it'll be packed once everyone arrives, let's find somewhere quieter."

We found a smaller room and set up in there, I stayed in there as much as possible, only leaving via the back door to walk all the way round to the front entrance to take a seat for the competition, sitting in as dark a corner as possible. I saw Crystal sat right at the front cheering on what must be her sister.

Ros did great, she came 3rd, (annoyingly Jade won), she was clearly not as confident posing and performing as Jade in particular but she looked stunning, lean and toned with her naturally blessed (as opposed to Jade obviously fake) breasts.

After the shoe we packed up, Ros was beaming, wanting to join Jade and the others for a celebratory drink at the local wine bar. Crystal was bound to be there, I couldn't risk that so I made a lame excuse that I needed to leave but offered to take all Ros's bags and stuff home with me so she could go out. We hugged goodbye and I slunk out of the back door laden down with bags.

I exited to door and bumped straight into Crystal, having a cigarette.

"Hey watch where your going!" She squawked, then eyes flared with anger as she recognised me."You!?!" She exclaimed.

"Should have known it was you! you clumsy bitch, what are you doing here? Trying to sabotage another competitor?" She sneered.

"I didn't sabotage you, not my fault you didn't check your cheap shoes, besides"

"Besides what? Besides you have paid your price?"

My face flushed red in anger and embarrassment.

"No, besides you sabotaged me - or at least tried to." I spit back referring to her ruining my tan just before going on stage.

"You're right about one thing anyway, you still haven't paid the price, not to me, just wait until i get that video, then you'll properly be sorry!"

My blood ran cold, I know what she is referring to, the time I was bound with my pussy and legs suspended through a wall and Crystal whipped and fisted my cunt.

"Fuck you you don't have any video." Hoping that the chairman was good to his word and he would keep the videos safe and secured.

Crystal smiled, " not YET, I don't." She said as a big long limo pulls up next to to us, the driver gets out and opens the door for Crystal, I recognise him, he smiles at me knowingly - it's the chairman's driver. My heart stops, my mouth dry. "See you round slut, in fact I'll see you as soon as I get hold of that video." She laughs and gets in the car.

I stand there dumbfounded, as the car drives away.

I barely slept for days after that. Could Crystal get hold of the video? God knows what she would do if she got her hands on it, she'd use it for sure, sharing it with everyone and anyone to embarrass and humiliate me. She got in the chairman's car, was that what she by "not yet"? I had to find out I couldn't live not knowing.

I scoured the internet for everything I could on Crystal, her social media were as expected full of tacky self promotion pictures, most with her ass barely covered or her fake tits popping out of a too small top. I had a brain wave and searched only fans, some counter material might useful, but no such luck, I did find her address though and thought that was a good start. She was across the state so tomorrow being a Saturday I decided to head down tomorrow, I didn't know what for yet, maybe follow her maybe even get in the house, above all I needed to work out what her being picked up in the chairman's car meant.

I went to sleep, but woke early, I couldn't get back to sleep so i got dressed, jeans, jumper sunglasses and baseball cap, I wouldn't be immediately recognised, and headed off. The drive was 3 hours and I arrived around 8am. Her house was in a quite suburb, i drove past and could see no lights on, I turned around and parked a few houses down, I could see if anyone came but wasn't immediately outside. I waited for 2 hours and saw nothing, feeling stupid, I checked her social media posts, no trip or holiday mentioned there, but it was a Saturday she could be anywhere. Tired and hungry, and feeling a little self conscious just sat in the car now that the street was getting busier with people walking their dogs and going about their business, I got out and headed back down the street past the house towards a cafe I had noticed the way in. I had just got level with her house when a big black limo turned into the road. I looked down pretending to look for something in my pocket as the car cruised past me. Shielded by a tree I risked a look back and sure enough the limo stopped outside the house and Crystal got out, a small overnight bag with her. I ducked into the cafe and ordered a coffee and pastry.

I sat in a window seat, I doubted she would come in just after arriving home but wanted to keep an eye out in case. Twice in the limo, this time early in the morning, too early to be a morning appointment, she must have stayed over somewhere, somewhere with the chairman? That was my worst fear, that she was seeing the chairman sleeping with him, that's how she was planning getting hold of the videos, either convincing him to let her have them or just stealing them. I knew I had to act, but how? Speak to the chairman, remind him of his promise to keep them safe? Too risky he might already be in crystal's pocket. Threaten Crystal? Hurt her? Threatening wouldn't work - probably only make her more determined, likewise if I hurt her, she was a spiteful bitch. I had to try to get the videos themselves, but how? I was sure the videos were stored on the chairman's computer in his chambers at the chateau, i knew where that was, but how would I get in. I could try to seduce the chairman, my stomach turned at the thought, he'd for sure want to punish and humiliate me like before and surely he wouldn't just hand them over. I was going to have to break into the chateau.

I researched the chateau, Crystal and the chairman, each day waking to the fear that I'd get a message or a package from her saying she had the video. I needed to find a way in, I was no cat burglar, I needed to find another way of getting in. I stalked the chateau itself, it was risky but the chairman, guard and driver were the only ones at the chateau who I thought would recognise me. Going back there brought back memories of my time there, I recognised the chairman's bedroom, despite my better conscience my pussy got wet as I recalled being tied and punished to his bed, my nipples hardened remembering my nipple punishment, and how hard I came, and again when the guard took me back to the cell and fucked me in the ass, so brutally and primal, but so good...

I worked out who the workers were, and started following them, most were dead ends going straight home but one guy drove straight to a bar after finishing work, I realised he was my best chance, so one night I headed to the bar 15 mins before I expected him to arrive.

I dressed as provocatively as I dared fishnet stockings a tight leather skirt, long enough to cover my fishnet stocking tops, a crop top, leather jacket and high heeled knee length boots. There was a rock gig just down the road, my hole was that I would be mistaken for a rock chick going to the gig. 30 mins later two gins down and 2 rebuffals of guys already I was about to give up when he walked through the door. He was bit rough looking, handsome but in a rugged kind of way, he was some kind of labourer on the estate based on his clothing. He went to the bar and the bar an handed him a beer obviously he was well known. He hadn't noticed me, of course it wasn't going to be that easy, I steeled myself downed my drink and walked over to the bar, next to him. I placed my hand on his shoulder, pretending to be squeezing in between the bar stools.

"Oops sorry." I said, "I can't really hop on the stool in this skirt."

He looked down at my skirt. "Hmm yes so I see"

The barman was in front of us."Can I get another gin and tonic please?" I said, and started fumbling in my bag,

"Let me get that for you." the guy said. I smiled like it was the sweetest thing anyone had ever said, god guys are so easy!

"Thank you, my name is Roxy." Roxy?!?! Couldn't I have come up with a better name than that? Roxy the rock chick - Jesus.

"I'm Mike."

"Nice to meet, haven't seen you in her before."

"No I'm here for the gig down the road, I was meeting a friend but she's been delayed. You look like a regular though."

"Yeah I live just round the corner."

"You look like you'Ve just come from work." I say as innocent,y as I can make it.

"Yeah I'm head groundsman at the chateau."

"Oh I think passed that on the way in, looks like a fortress from outside, who lives there."

"Mr Richards, he owns it but he is away a lot."

"Isn't he the guy who runs those bikini competitions?"

"Among other things, yes."

"But not male body building competitions just scantily clad girls."

"Err yeah I suppose." He says suspiciously. I'd overstepped, need to bring this back.

"Oh sorry, a legacy of my feminist phase at college, no one of my business."

"Nor mine." He replies, getting bored finishing his beer, I need to regain his attention.

"Can I get you another?" I ask, finishing my drink and hopping on the stool, revealing my stocking tops, ensuring he sees before I adjust my skirt down. "Oops I say, see I told you I shouldn't sit on the stool. Another beer?"

"Yeah ok why not" suddenly more interested.

We chat for a while I keep conversation away from the chateau. I'm out of practice but I flirt with him, laughing at the slightest suggestion of a joke, touching his arm.

"When does the gig start." He asks.

"Soon, but my friend still isn't here," I say and get out my phone opening up a fictitious message. "Shit." I say, hoping he'll bite.

"What."

"My friend, she can't make it."

"Bummer, you still going?"

I pretend to think about it a second. "No i think ill give it a miss."

"well do you fancy a bite to eat, there is a little place round the corner?"

"Yes why not, may as well have some fun as I'm here."

We went for a meal it was basic, I ventured the conversation to the chateau and his work a few times, found out little, most intriguingly that mr richards and most of the staff were away that weekend. I plied him with drinks and pretended to get drunk but really I was drinking little replacing my gin with water when he left the table. I also found out that he had keys accessing the property via the gardens at the back. I needed to get those keys, I could just steal them off him, but then he'd have to replace and probably report them lost, maybe they'd change the locks. I needed to copy them.

"Do you want another drink?" He asks.

I lean forward pretending to be drunk and grab his leg under the table. "Why don't we just go back to your place?" I slide my hand up his inner thigh.

"I'll get the check." He says.

We stumble back to his place, once there he takes my jacket off and kisses me, his breath heavy with beer, I can feel his hardon pressing into me as his hands hitch up my skirt. I was hoping to get him to sleep then......then what? I can't get copies of the keys now. I'm going to have to fuck him, the realisation awakens something in me, I'm whoring myself out, a sex object, not dissimilar from all those sessions in the chateau. I kiss him back and grab his belt undoing it, grabbing his cock. He slides his rough fingers in my panties, I'm already wet, he clumsily fingers me as I spring his cock free, tugging it in my hand, he yanks off my top attaching his mouth to my now aching hard nipples sucking and groping them while he fingers me. I moan 6 months of physical abstinence fuelling my arousal.

"Fuck me." I breathe.

He pulls me into the room and bends me over the back of the Sofa, he slides his cock inside my pussy, he's a decent size and it feels good, fulfilling to be filled with cock again. He fucks me quickly and urgently but I want, need to cum. I stand up and push him back and down to the floor, I ride him gyrating and grinding my hips, urging his cock in my eager cunt. I rub my clit with one hand, my other whether accidentally or intentionally around his throat. I cum, moaning loudly my orgasm jolting through my being. I cum for a second time as he thrusts and cums, shooting his hot seed inside me. I climb off him, head off to seek a bathroom.

When I return he's waiting for me with a bottle of beer each.

"That was amazing." He says.

"Yes, sorry it err has been a while."

"Well you certainly haven't lost your touch." He replies and chicks bottles, he puts his beer down and heads to the bathroom. I quickly grab my handbag, fishing out my sleeping tablets, I pick one and drop it in his beer, I pause, I need him out through the morning so I could copy his keys....fuck it, I dropped another pill in his beer and swish it round.