The Education And Corruption Of Joseph Potter Chapter Seven: The Weekend Pt 2

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Late eveningThe soft lapping of the water against the side of the boat and the rhythmic putt putt of the motor were failing to be a calming influence as I fought against the waves of claustrophobia.  I’m not sure exactly how long we had been on the boat, or how far we had traveled, but I did know that I had spent far too long inside this airless hood.I caught snatches of muffled conversation and laughter, but not enough to know what was being said, where I was, or where I was heading.  The combination of disorientation and the constant rocking of the boat was having a nauseating effect on me, so it was a huge relief when the boat’s engine cut and we began to drift, coasting into what I hoped was our destination.  Thankfully, this was confirmed by the gentle nudge as the boat’s hull met land.At last, my hood was removed, and as my eyes adjusted to the surroundings, the first figure I saw was that of my schoolteacher, Sally Hamilton.  As bizarre as that statement sounds to me now, it remains the truth.“You okay?” she asked, her warm, comforting smile beaming as if welcoming a child on their first day at school.  And I needed it; our clandestine journey had left me shaken.  I hate being enclosed. I remember as a young boy finding myself at the bottom of a bundle on the school playing fields. I panicked and became hysterical; I’ve never really got over it.“Yes.”“You don’t look it.  Here,” she said, handing me a small hip flask.“What is it?” I asked, smelling the opening.  It’s warm, strangely familiar odour tested my limited knowledge.“It’ll calm your nerves,” she replied, crouching down in front of me.  As she did, the top of her dress fell away, and again to her amusement my curiosity got the better of me.  She was braless, that much was obvious, and her full pale breasts jiggled delightfully, lit only by the soft moonlight.  Taking a gulp from the flask, the liquid warmed my chest before catching in my throat, making me cough.“Whisky?” I spluttered.“Brandy,” she replied, sniggering at my innocence, “is to be savoured, not swigged.”Behind her stood a one-story stone building.  Shards of warm orange light shone through a number of small windows in its facade, sending out a glow over the disembarking party.“So, what happens now?” I asked, watching the torch-lit line of people snake along the towpath, slowly disappearing through an opening in a low wall.  Sally paused as if recalling her orders, picking out the passages that were safe to tell me.“I am going to take you inside with me after the others are …”“Am I in danger?” I interrupted, her body language somehow giving me reason to worry.“No, you’re not.  But you must do as you are asked.  These people are used to getting their own way,” she responded, as the last of the torchlights faded from view.  Suddenly it was just the two of us alone in the boat.  The gentle ripple of the river flowed all around us in the darkness of the night.“Was this the plan all along?” I asked, becoming concerned as to what lay ahead.  None of this felt like fun anymore, and frankly, I no longer wanted to be involved.“Sorry?”“To seduce me and get me into all this.  Is it just a game you people play?”“No, it wasn’t.  This is none of my doing, and that’s the truth.”“So, what’s going on in there?”“What do you think?”“I don’t know.  At the moment there’s a lot going on in my head.” And there was, but none of it was good.  As Margaret Kingsley had said to me earlier this evening, ‘Nothing is off the table.’“Everything that you are thinking and more.  But as long as we keep to the script, there really is nothing to worry about.” At that moment, her phone buzzed in her handbag.  She reached in and read the message.“Who is it?”“Everyone has arrived.  We’d better head in,” she said, holding up the lamp, and allowing me to exit the boat.  I held out an arm to assist her, and as she pulled herself up, I realised that the relationship between us had changed.  She was no longer my schoolteacher, my lover, my friend.  I was heading into a place that neither of us could control, I had to keep my wits about me; it was self-preservation if I were to come out the other side.********The first surprise when we entered the building was that it wasn’t at all what I was expecting.  I had imagined some kind of candle-lit mediaeval scene, not İstanbul Escort the clean, carpeted, modern down-lit corridor that we were presented with.  I could hear the muddled hum of conversation coming from behind a set of large double doors as we made our way towards a small comfortable side room.“What is this place?” I asked, imagining the hidden audience baying for entertainment like the roman aristocracy at the Coliseum.“It used to be a stable block,” she said, showing me to a seat in front of a dressing-table.“The Henson’s?”“No, someone a lot further up the food chain,” she replied, searching impatiently through the dresser drawers.“What’s up?”“I was told everything would be here, and it’s not,” she tutted.“What are you looking for?” I asked as I watched her leave the room.  Down the hall, I could hear voices.  It was a man and a woman talking but I couldn’t quite make out what was being said.  Leaving my seat, I quietly inched my way along the corridor towards the open door of the next room.  As I got closer the voices became clearer and I also realised who it was.  Leaning back against the wall, I eavesdropped the conversation.“Are you still okay with this?” Nick said, the concern noticeable in his voice.“So, what do we do, walk away?” Eve replied.“Yes.  No.  I don’t know.” There was a nervous exasperation in his tone as if he had been backed into a corner and couldn’t see a way out.  “I didn’t expect this.  They said that we are just going to the house and that you would be involved in an initiation.  Yes, I realised what that would possibly entail, but I didn’t expect all this at all.”“He’s so young Nick; is it even legal?”“Technically it is as I’ve been assured that the boy is seventeen, but morally and ethically, well that’s a different issue.”“Why him?”“Well, I can guess.”“So can I.  You must have heard them all talking.”“About what?”“Christ Nick, haven’t you been listening to anything tonight?” I don’t know why, but listening in on the conversation, hearing her struggle with their predicament, turned me on. I could actually feel myself becoming aroused.  “Apparently he’s big, you know, down there.” The statement made me smile as it hung unanswered in the air and I even had to stifle a giggle as the tension grew in the room, waiting for someone to break the silence.  Eventually, it was Nick.“Will you be okay; I mean how big are we talking?”“You saw him at the pool in those tiny trunks.  It didn’t leave much to the imagination,” she answered, but this time something had altered, there was a taunting inflexion in her voice like she was enjoying his discomfort.“This time tomorrow Eve, we will be a thousand miles away from here at our house on Lake Garda.”“I know.”“Will you promise me something?” he said, his voice beginning to crack. “Promise me that you won’t give in, that he won’t win you over.  Will you promise me that?” I can only imagine that some of Margaret Kingsley’s words from earlier had struck a chord with him, heightening his own insecurities.  His question was met with an awkward silence.  “Promise me that he won’t make you his.”At the far end of the corridor, I heard a door slam, and for some reason, it spooked me, I felt like a child caught somewhere I shouldn’t be and scampered back to my room.By the time Sally reappeared, I was back in the room and sat in front of the mirrored dressing table.  Behind her I caught a fleeting glimpse of Nick as he passed by, the worried, pained expression on his face said it all as he glanced in my direction.The excited shrill of women’s voices and the chink of wine glasses sounded from along the corridor, making me curious as to what was going on, as unceremoniously Sally began to undress me.  There was a sudden, palpable urgency in the air that you could almost taste; an excitable, electric energy, and I loved it.  I was the centre of attention, the main attraction.First, she peeled off my tight blue V-neck T-shirt, and then knelt provocatively before me, slowly unbuttoned the fly on my shorts.  I noticed a pleasing shiver come over her as they dropped to the floor, causing her to look up.  Her eyes were wide, with a wild, restless quality that I couldn’t read.“Did you mean what you said earlier?”“About what?”“About this.” She said, placing her hands behind İstanbul Escort Bayan her back, and bowing her head slightly, before taking my relaxed cock in her mouth.  I could feel her tongue as it worked in circles around the sensitive crown, growing beyond hard within the soft confines.  Laying her tongue flat on the shaft she slowly inched her way down until I felt it pass her tonsils, and her nose was buried in the sparse trimmed pubic hair on my pelvis, then back.“Is that what you like?” she purred, as she removed my cock from her mouth.  My erection felt strangely heavy and almost painfully hard as it stood proudly before me.  I felt a little lightheaded, not dizzy but almost in a dream-like state with my foreskin pulled tightly back, revealing the thick, swollen, dark pink helmet.Taking a tube from the dressing table she squirted some of its gel onto her hand and massaged it along my erect length.  Her fingers felt cool as she worked the liquid in my skin and after a few seconds, it left a slightly numb sensation.“What is it?”“It will delay you.  We don’t want you going off too soon and spoiling our fun, do we?”“Is she okay?” I asked, referring to Eve.“She will be,” she answered with a smile, “they will have given her something by now.”“What?”“A potion; it’s harmless but effective.  It will make her more responsive to you.  Make her nerve endings a lot more sensitive.  Believe me, the Eve you have met this evening and the one that you will see shortly will bear little resemblance.  A bit like Jekyll and Hyde,” she said, as she continued to massage the gel into my now rock-hard erection.Not for the first time tonight we were alone, and I was acutely aware of the silence.  The trill of women’s voices had disappeared, leaving an empty void.“Have they left?” I asked, more for my own confirmation that anything else.“Yes, they have.  She will be waiting for you in the chamber with the others,” she replied, fetching a cloak that was hung on a peg behind me and two masquerade masks.  The cloak felt uncomfortably heavy around my shoulders, its scratchy cloth appeared to be made from some kind of heavy drape.  I was handed a black mask with a long, pointed nose that covered my eyes, nose, and cheekbones.  Sally wore a navy-blue cat-like mask on a stick, which covered her eyes.“It’s time to go, Scaramouche,” she grinned, and with those words, she began to lead me down the carpeted corridor, not towards the double wooded doors as I had expected, but through a smaller side entrance.Once inside, I let my eyes adjust to my new surroundings, the mask cutting off my peripheral vision and I found that I had to turn my head completely to see.  There must have been thirty people gathered.  The main stable block had been converted and was now a large open space with exposed wooden beams above, and a hard, stone floor.  The guests were all wearing face coverings of various designs, from the more traditional masquerade mask to the modern equivalent.‘Scream’, ‘IT’, and ‘Salvador Dali’ masks sat next to cartoon images of Margaret Thatcher, Donald Trump and Tom Hanks.  Their dress was disappointingly current; I had expected them to be dressed in long hooded robes.Eve stood in front of a large double bed in the middle of the room.  To my surprise, she appeared calm, and even more remarkably, considering the ceremonial robe that I was wearing, still wore the same clothes that she had arrived in.  Curiously, Nick sat unmasked in a tall hard-backed chair to the side of the white-sheeted bed.Having entered the room, I had remained with Sally, hidden behind an open curtain at the side.  The mood had a hushed, expectant air, with people talking in a low murmur.  The waitresses from earlier had also traveled with us, their traditional maids’ uniforms now discarded, black bra, thong, and stockings being the new order as they moved amongst the guests serving wine.The alarming sound of wood on stone bought everyone to attention, as a woman stood in the middle of the room.  She was quite a tall lady. Five-foot ten maybe, with short-cropped blonde hair.  She carried a long crooked wooden staff in her hand and wore a tight, purple Basque, which struggled manfully to contain her obviously enhanced bosom.  The top half of her face was Escort İstanbul covered by a devil’s mask, complete with twisted goat horns.“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen,” she announced to an immediately attentive audience.  “Tonight, we will be welcoming our newest inductee into the fellowship.  The ceremony will be held in accordance with tradition.” Eve remained at the foot of the bed.  There was no emotion on her face but instead, her focus remained on the large doors in front of her.“As many here will know, it was Lady Jane Hill who was first put in this position of obligation, over two hundred years ago.  She was well known in certain circles for the treatment of her house servants, often administering brutal punishments for the most minor of digressions.  Her satyr on that day was a black slave, chosen for his strength and endowment.  At first, she had to be held down by servants until nature took its course, and she succumbed to the Mandingo’s cock.”I was beginning to find the small side room incredibly hot and airless, the weight of both the robe and the expectations felt heavy around my shoulders.  Tears of sweat ran down my back and gathered on my brow under the mask.  Sally parted the robe and began to rub my erect and aching cock.“She likes to draw it out,” Sally whispered in my ear.“You know her?”“Yes, she’s David’s sister, Alice.”“Keeping it in the family?”“Something like that,” she smirked, “I’ve only been present at two previous initiations, and she has been the mistress of ceremonies at both.  This is now the third time I’ve heard this story.”“I feel that the black man is significant?”“He is.  All these initiations are designed to cause humiliation to both the man and woman, to draw on their greatest fear.  That racist cow’s fear was being taken by someone that she considered to be beneath her, the humiliation was having her husband witness her reaction.”“And Eve?” I asked.“She is a teacher like me.  A government schools’ inspector, actually.  I’m sure you understand the implications.” I did; it was crystal clear.  It was all about trust and security.  Mutually assured destruction.  If anyone betrayed the Fellowship, then they would be exposed and taken down by making this initiation public.  The Fellowship would see that their career, reputation, and future would be ruined. Quite clever really.A peel of laughter broke my reverie, drawing my attention back to the scantily clad woman in the centre of the room.“So, to the matter at hand,” she said, turning her attention to the flush-faced Eve.  “You are here at your own volition, yes?”“Yes,” Eve answered, her voice barely audible.“And you understand and agree to what is about to happen and its justification?” There was an awkward pause when she appeared to let the statement sink in.  Her mind possibly running through all the consequences.  Slowly she turned her head to look at her husband as if she were waiting for him to intervene.  Nick sat nervously in the hardback chair, his hands gripping the wooden arms.  Silent.“Yes,” she stuttered, her bottom lip quivering as she struggled to keep her emotions in check.  This only served to inspire her assailant, who lifted the hem of her short peach coloured dress with the ancient-looking staff, revealing thin black underwear underneath.“Shaven or au naturel?” she asked her audience, playing to the gallery, as Eve looked at her husband with a look of horror on her face, searching in vain for support.“Shaven!” came the first cry from one of the masked men, followed by a chorus of claims and counterclaims from the assembly.“Take off your panties,” Alice ordered, provoking a hum of approval from around the room.  Eve’s eyes widened at the prospect as if the gravity of the situation had only just dawned on her.She was like a bride standing with her father at the entrance of the church, with all the doubts and stresses of past weeks leading up to this moment.  With a resigning sigh, her hands lifted her dress as she bent at the waist and reached underneath.  The room fell as silent as the Cenotaph at eleven o’clock on Remembrance Sunday.Everyone watched as her hips shimmied and the sheer black thong emerged from under the hem and fell in a pool around her ankles.  In front of her, Alice held out her hand, and as ladylike as Eve could manage, she knelt and retrieved the garment from the floor and handed it to her.  Alice held it aloft like it was a gladiator’s severed head and brought it to her nose.“I do believe that the slut is turned on,” she declared, rubbing her fingers over the damp gusset, before throwing it in the direction of Nick.

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