Miss Newcombe Takes a Hand

 

The dumbstruck tableau in the dormitory lasted for a good thirty seconds. The boys were frozen in various half-risen postures amid the tangled sheets of their beds, the gagged and spread-eagled girls under them lay rigid in the bonds, eyes wide in alarm.

Then Miss Newcombe spoke again: “Get up at once! Stand straight at the foot of your beds facing me. No talking!”

Her voice was like a whipcrack, penetrating to the obedient core of brains still reeling from shock and permitting no thought of disobedience. The boys threw back their covers and scrambled to stand as she had commanded; their faces still masks of utter dismay.

Miss Newcombe paced up and down the aisle between the feet of the beds, looking the naked, pink and trembling boys up and down as though she was reviewing a motley parade of troops. Her grey eyes glinted coldly like chips of flint. None of the boys could meet her gaze.

“So, this is how you repay a trust, is it?” she said. “You hold an orgy on school property. Not only that, but one of the girls involved is an outsider illegally removed from police custody, while another is Major Havercotte-Gore’s prize bondslave abducted only last night from the Hall - during which time, as I understand it, Arabella Westlake suffered a peculiar and humiliating misfortune. Well, have you any explanation for this outrageous behaviour?”

But the boys were temporarily beyond speech and could only stare fixedly at nothing. Miss Newcombe shook her head sadly.

“No, I see you haven’t. But then what else would I expect from boys who would clamber over roofs and look through skylights to watch a woman undressing.”

There was a groan of dismay from the boys. Their haggard eyes widened further.

“Oh, yes, I knew what you were doing,” Miss Newcombe said. “You often left sperm-trails on the glass for me to see the next morning. Do you think I’m so innocent or unobservant? Well?”

They shook their heads mechanically.

“Exactly. In the same way I did not fail to recognise the difference between a cucumber and five young men’s cocks.”

It did not seem possible that the boys’ misery could deepen any further, but it did. Parsons gave a strangled wail of anguish and Harris looked as though he was going to faint. “Stand straight!” Miss Newcombe snapped at him. White as a sheet he obeyed, still swaying.

Her rapier-like gaze passed over them once again, quelling their stifled groans and whimpers.

“Have you any idea what the Headmaster will do if he finds out even a half of this?”

The boys nodded dumbly.

“You will be severely punished and then expelled in total disgrace. Even supposing that I, the Major and the police do not press charges against you variously for theft, trespass, breaking and entering, assault and other offences, I doubt if any other school in the country will take you. What action your respective parents will choose to take I could not say, but I assume it will not be pleasant. It will take years for you to live such a thing down... if you ever do.” She glanced at the girls bound to their beds and shook her head sadly. “I just hope you think the pleasure was worth the price.”

The boys were utterly crushed now, looking as though they wished the earth would swallow them so they might be put out of their anguish.

“As I said, that is what will certainly happen if the headmaster finds out about all this,” Miss Newcombe continued. She paused, then added: “But perhaps he does not have to find out. Perhaps nobody need ever know...”

It took a moment for the meaning of her words to penetrate their numbed senses. Slowly their eyes focused on her with the first faint glimmerings of hope. She smiled back at them; a cool, calculating, masterful smile.

“Well, would you like all this to remain our secret?”

“Y... yes... Miss Newcombe,” they stammered.

“And what are you prepared to do to keep it that way?”

“Anything... Miss.”

“Really?” She stood before Jackson, examining him intently. “Will you obey me without question, Anthony?”

“Yes, Miss.”

Suddenly her hand shot out and clasped his genitals. He gulped in surprise and horror, but wisely resisted the urge to pull away from her touch. She squeezed his balls thoughtfully for a minute, as, to his blushing shame, his penis swelled and stood erect.

Then abruptly she left him and moved along to Harris. Taking hold of him in the same fashion, she said: “Will you obey me without question, Martin...?”

Soon there were five tumescent and horribly confused boys, wondering just what the consequence of their pledges would be. Miss Newcombe favoured them with a smile.

“Very good. You will now shower and dress. I wish to talk to the girls alone. Wait outside until I call you. Quickly now!”

The boys gathered their clothes and left the dormitory at a gallop. As the door banged behind them, Miss Newcombe moved over to Jemima’s bed and smiled down reassuringly at the apprehensive young girl.

“Now, Jemima. I promise nothing bad’s going to happen to you. All I’d like you to do is answer a question honestly. Will you do that for me?”

Wide-eyed, Jemima nodded.

Miss Newcombe removed Jemima’s gag, then trailed her fingers over the upstanding cones of Jemima’s breasts, brushing the bruises round her nipples left by the boys’ clothes pegs. “Last night the boys tied you up, beat you and forced you to have sex several times using every orifice of your body. Did you enjoy yourself?”

Jemima blinked. “I... yes, I did.”

“Would you like to do that sort of thing again?”

“Yes... please.”

Miss Newcombe smiled. “Then we must see what we can do. Come to my cottage this afternoon and we’ll talk some more.”

“Yes, Miss Newcombe.”

Miss Newcombe patted her on the cheek, then turned to Sally, her manner becoming more severe as she removed her gag. “Well, Sally. What do you think the police would say if they knew what you’d been up to? Collusion with the escape of a prisoner from custody, involvement with the kidnapping of a bondslave. How many years servitude do you think you’d get for that?”

Sally gave a resigned shrug as far as her bonds allowed. “I know, you warned me. But you’re going to say you might keep quiet if I volunteer to be your bondslave, right?”

“I’m glad to see we understand each other. Well?”

Sally’s mouth pinched defiantly. “Make me an offer!”

Miss Newcombe raised an eyebrow. “You are hardly in a position to dictate terms, young lady.”

“I said I might serve you if the money was right. I still got my pride. Go on, make me an offer.”

Miss Newcombe looked at her searchingly for a moment, then reached inside a pocket and pulled out a copper coin. “A penny?”

“Sold,” said Sally.

Miss Newcombe smiled broadly. “It’s going to be such fun training you.” She reached forward and pushed the coin into Sally’s sticky cleft as far as it would go, making the girl gasp in surprise. “The boys can retrieve it later,” Miss Newcombe said. “They’ll enjoy that.”

She turned to Sue, Amber and Melanie and looked at them thoughtfully. “As for you three... I think it’s time you went home.” She raised her voice: “You can come in now, boys.”

Freshly washed and still pulling on their clothes, the boys piled into the room and quickly formed a line, waiting expectantly.

“Jemima will be going home now,” she told them. “Release her and find her clothes. Kiss her goodbye and thank her for the pleasure she has given you. If you are good I may allow you to enjoy her again.” As the boys hurried to obey, Miss Newcombe added: “Sally has volunteered to be my bondslave. For the rest of the day you can secure her in the loft and use her as you like in between your work. You will bring her to my cottage this evening where we shall find some permanent quarters for her. Again, if you are good, I may allow you the continued use of her. Would you like that?”

“Yes, Miss,” the boys chorused, hardly able to believe their ears.

“Bring Susan’s bike and Melanie’s bag from the loft with you. Oh, before I forget, you’d better take out Amber’s bag and the other items you have hidden behind the panel over there.”

Gosset exclaimed in a barely stifled whisper: “She knows everything!”

“Yes, Nigel,” said Miss Newcombe gravely, “I think you can assume that I do.”

 

Twenty minutes later Jemima had set off for home and Sally was secured in the loft. Melanie, Sue and Amber had been bound hand and foot, wrapped in blankets and carried by the boys to Miss Newcombe’s cottage by the school gates, along with Sue’s bike and the other items of the girls’ property. At Miss Newcombe’s direction, the girls were sat up in a row against the wall of her small but neat living room.

Jackson looked at them uncertainly, then at Miss Newcombe.

“What are you going to do with them?” he asked.

“They will have to go away for a while. It’s for the best. One day I may explain why.”

“Will we see them again?”

Miss Newcombe looked thoughtful. “I think so. Now, you must be going.”

As Miss Newcombe was showing them out, Jackson paused. Something was troubling him. “Can I just ask - why did you come back so early from Boxley?”

Miss Newcombe raised her eyebrows. “Boxley? I’ve not been to Boxley. I never left the school grounds last night.”

“But your patient...”

Miss Newcombe smiled indulgently. “And what patient would this be, Anthony? Now back to the school with you all and have breakfast. Then start the next job on your list. I’ll be along to check on you later.”

Their jaws dropped as comprehension dawned, and they walked away in silence; just beginning to realise what a very special lady the Matron of Cranborough House was.

Miss Newcombe returned to the living room and stood with her hands resting on her hips in a business-like fashion, contemplating the three girls. With her toe she prodded their crossed and bound ankles until they pulled them in, splaying their thighs wider and so exposing the treasures of their clefts to her view.

“Three pretty maids all in a row,” she mused aloud. “Well, I suppose I’d better get you back home.”

The girls made such a protesting chorus of indignant grunts that Miss Newcombe tut-tutted and removed their gags.

“Just like that!” Melanie exclaimed, forcing her dry, stretched lips to shape the words. “No explanations?”

“Please tell us what’s going on,” said Sue.

“You know all you need to for now,” Miss Newcombe said. “I will tell you more when the time is right.”

“Hold on,” Amber insisted. “You’re from our version of England, right?”

“Yes,” Miss Newcombe said patiently.

“And you got here using a phallus?”

“Yes.”

“And using them again will get us back safely.”

“You should return to your own world line - where, if you take my advice, you’ll say nothing about what happened here. Nobody would believe you anyway.”

“Well I don’t know about these two,” Melanie said, “but there’ll be plenty of people looking for me by now. They’ll need some sort of explanation.”

“Nobody is looking for you, PC Kingston,” Miss Newcombe said simply. “Your colleagues think you are with friends recovering from a touch of pneumonia brought on by too much running about Hoakam Woods in all weathers.”

“What! Why do they think that?”

“Because I, in the guise of a friend, told them so. There are several get-well cards waiting for you, by the way. Also a suitable doctor’s certificate - please don’t ask how it was obtained. However the deception could not have been played out much longer. I was so pleased the boys took you away from the Major when they did. The whole thing was very well planned, Amber. Congratulations.”

Amber ignored the compliment. “You’ve done this sort of thing before, haven’t you?” she said.

“I’ve told you quite enough for now,” Miss Newcombe said. “Time we were getting away.”

“Wait!” Amber implored. “You couldn’t have known we’d all arrive as we did, yet you knew everything that was going on and managed to make it work out exactly as you wanted. How?”

“I’ve had my eye on the boys for some time, for reasons I will not go into now. To keep abreast of their activities I planted miniature transmitting microphones in their dormitory, the old stables, the cricket pavilion and a few other places. The receiver, connected to a tape recorder, is upstairs. Common surveillance devices in our world, but unknown here. With them I was able to hear everything you and they said. I knew the boys were planning to take their revenge on Arabella and intended to use that to gain a measure of control over them. Your arrival was a surprise, but I adjusted my plans to suit. In fact, things have worked out better than expected.” She checked her watch. “Now we really must be going.”

She rummaged amongst their possessions and brought out the three phalluses. “It was a clever idea to get Arabella to bring you Susan’s phallus as part of a ransom deal,” she said to Amber. “I was wondering how I would recover that one.”

“The phallus I used felt dead once it had done its thing,” Amber said. “How do you make it work again?”

Miss Newcombe unscrewed the handle from the shaft of a phallus and held out the two halves. “You re-set by screwing them together again.”

Amber groaned. “I didn’t think to try anything as simple as that!”

“But what are they?” Melanie asked. “Is there some sort of mechanism inside them or are they...?”

“I don’t know what they are,” Miss Newcombe admitted, pushing furniture aside to leave a clear space on the floor. “Perhaps they’re part of a science the world has forgotten. I do know the phalluses only transport people who truly belong here. You have all fitted in rather well, have you not?” She gave them a searching stare. “In fact, I suspect you are in two minds whether to go back or not. You have found excitement, challenge and satisfaction here. Home may seem rather dull by comparison.”

It was the truth and the girls knew it. How easy to accept their bondage and submit to masterful people, such as the woman who even now looked down at them with her assured gaze. With an effort, Melanie said: “If we’re going to go, let’s do it quickly.”

Tight lipped, Amber nodded in agreement.

“If I’m really a natural slave, then maybe I should stay,” Sue asked hesitantly.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you,” Amber reassured her. “You can be my secret slave back home. Would you like that?”

Sue gave a shy smile and nodded.

Miss Newcombe had taken several items from a locked cabinet. One in particular caught Amber’s eye. “The phallus box! How did you get that?”

“I took the phallus from your bag the boys had hidden in their dormitory the first chance I had,” Miss Newcombe explained. “I gambled that after only a couple of days, the box it came from would still be in Hoakam woods, and I was right. By default, a phallus will automatically take its user back to its parent box. I brought it with me and returned the phallus to your bag. Now it’s here, I can adjust the settings to send you back...” She pressed on the hidden catches and opened the box, then tapped a combination into the keyboard built into the lid. “There. Now let’s get you all arranged properly.”

She laid Sue’s bike on its side and dragged Sue over to it, tying her securely to the frame. “It’s remarkable that you brought something as large as your bike and baggage with you,” she told Sue. “You obviously have a talent for transporting inanimate materials, and that can be put to good use.” Sue smiled uncertainly. Miss Newcombe dragged Amber and Melanie onto the open floor, laid them beside Sue and strapped their holdall and backpack onto them. “Usually the only inanimate objects that can be carried are the clothes one is wearing and small items such as your bags.”

Miss Newcombe produced two lengths of stick and a reel of adhesive tape. She fastened the ends of the sticks to Sue and Amber’s ankles, so that they pointed upwards between their thighs. More tape secured the handle sections of two phalluses to the upper ends of the sticks, so they brushed their pubic lips. Miss Newcombe laid the heads of the matching phalluses on their stomachs.

Holding the last phallus in her hand she added: “Other living beings can be carried with you quite easily, provided there is plenty of skin contact.”

She hitched up her skirt and pulled off her pants, then stood astride Melanie and squatted down so that she sat on Melanie’s face. She squirmed her hips to settle herself in place, squeezing her thighs together. “I want to feel your tongue inside me, girl... that’s better.”

Reaching over she screwed the heads onto the handles of Sue and Amber’s phalluses, pushing the carved heads into their clefts, then assembled the phallus she was holding.

The air warmed and thickened. Distant sounds faded away. Each girl felt a tingle spring into being in her loins. The blood surged through them and their nipples stood up, becoming rock hard in seconds. The tingle became an ache, then a sense of terrible emptiness. Their lovelips thickened and ran with lubrication as the need to be filled overwhelmed them.

Clasping a plump dark breast in one hand, Miss Newcombe plunged the phallus into the waiting tunnel of Melanie’s vagina and began to work it back and forth. Sue and Amber instinctively, helplessly, bent their knees in a frantic effort to drive their stick-mounted phalluses deeper up into them.

Hard ivory parted soft flesh. The air filled with the intimate scent of sex. The girls rode a gathering wave of desire to its summit...

Everything blurred. There was a monstrous wrenching, twisting sensation. Something seemed to snap within them as they climaxed ecstatically...

Then the cottage living room was empty.