Chapter 2
Everyone involved in this story is over the age of 18. It's a fantasy, and in real life such behaviour would be highly illegal and lead to long prison sentences. If you're offended by descriptions of rape and forced sex; read no further.
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A note came through my door the following afternoon; dropped by a rather grumpy looking George. It was from Rupert: "Father, we so enjoyed meeting you yesterday for our little tete-a-tete. Now we need to ask you to give a little counselling to young Beth, you may remember meeting yesterday. In short, we have a teensy-weensy problemette, and I'm sure you can help us. Eight this evening? Plan to stay for about three hours. And please come dressed casually."
I was only a little concerned: it did not seem likely that Beth had said anything about my taking her virginity by force the day before. But I was intrigued: what "problemette" might they have? What might they want me to do, and might I have the opportunity to get inside Beth's pants (and her sexy eighteen year old body) again that evening?
Five minutes before eight I knocked on the outer gate. It was opened by George who simply jerked his head in the direction of the main house. I walked up the driveway and let myself in. Rupert and Jeremy were in the same spacious drawing room where we had met before. Rupert greeted me with a warm handshake and a broad smile:
"Father James -- oh let's call you Jamie, so much less formal. Drink? Now, something a bit stronger this evening I think: Gin, surely? Beth darling, gin and tonic for father Jamie. Not too strong now!"
Beth appeared through another doorway, carrying a very welcome gin.
"And Beth, pet," said Rupert, "this concerns you too; so stand there and listen, and don't say a single word until you spoken to, OK?"
Rupert turned to me. "Now, Father, you probably don't know the sort of training we do here," he continued, "We train young women as bilingual personal assistants, secretaries and chauffeuses for wealthy businessmen. The girls all know that. What they haven't been told yet, is that they're also going to be trained to provide sexual companionship and services as very highly skilled mistresses."
Hearing these words Beth, who had been standing quietly to one side of the room, gave a startled gasp. The pretty eighteen-year-old looked up in shock and surprise; crying out, "No!"
Rupert silenced her with a gesture and turned back to me. "No no; and you, Father, don't look like that! Come on Jamie! I know you're a priest, but I know your background and you're a man of the world! So when we recruit them we recruit girls who are eighteen by the time they reach us, fit, pretty and also virgins. Now, our clients don't want a girl who is a blushing virgin, and they certainly don't want girls who have slept around; but they do want a capable, experienced and skilled lover. So it's our job to collect then as ingénues, and then to train them."
I looked in puzzlement at the two gay lovers and raised an eyebrow; and Rupert roared with laughter. "Well exactly darling: Jeremy and I can't do it; we just don't swing that way at all, do we Jeremy, Petal?"
Jeremy only smirked by way of reply. Standing to one side Beth had paled in shock as Rupert continued, "So it was going to be George's job to break the girls in, in the bedroom department. But there are two little problems. The first is that he is really far too enthusiastic on the aggressive side of things -- might damage the merchandise. The second, that as of a month ago he had to have his prostate removed. And now, poor darling, he can't get it up. So we need someone else who can punch the girls' V cards; is that the right expression? And we think you're just the man to do it."
I tried to keep my face impassive. This was all a bit too close for comfort: I was happy to take what I could get when I could get it, but not to be at the beck and call of these two. I opened my mouth to protest, but Rupert held up one hand and stopped me. His whole manner changed and a form of ruthlessness was suddenly apparent in his manner. "Oh, before you say something really stupid, Jamie, flower, we've been watching some telly, and we found the most marvellous programme; and guess who stars in it?"
Rupert picked up a remote control from the coffee table and pointed it at the screen in the corner of the room. The TV lit up with a fairly high quality image which I first thought was a cheap porno. An older man and a young woman stood by a bed, clearly about to have sex. But then I recognised the furniture in the bedroom, and suddenly I was presented with a close-up of my own face as I slapped Beth's breast prior to forcing her to her knees and making her start giving me a blow job. The cunning bastards: high quality motion sensitive cameras hidden, I guessed, around the house; certainly in all the bedrooms.
Beth had been staring at the screen in horrified silence; but she suddenly shook herself and cried out in shock, "Stop it! Turn it off! He made me! I didn't...!"
"Oh well you did, pet." said Rupert, turning the machine off. Beth took a step backwards and collapsed into a chair, panting. I gazed at Rupert impassively. He'd sprung the trap and turned the screw. What did he want?
"But to continue: Jamie, darling, on the one hand we don't any of us want this film getting into the wrong hands do we; not any of us? And in actual fact we're really very pleased with what you did, even if you did, as it were, help yourself to the contents of the cookie jar without an invite. But such a sweet looking cookie: anyone would have been tempted! Except us of course haha!
"So what we need from you is more of the same - but to our timetable from now on? You understand? No more helping yourself ...," and there was an edge of steel in his voice, "or your little porno-shoot here ends up in the hands of the boys in blue, and you end up inside one of HM's finest P's. And the 'girls' there won't be nearly as accommodating as lovely little Beth here."
