James Makes His Move

Another few hours passed without comment. Jean circulated through classes, answered questions, spoke to people whose faces she would not later recall. She put on a facade that all was normal, allowing her body to go through the motions of any other day.

It was odd. Usually something like that would have been hard for her. Growing up, it had been drilled into Jean that the worst she could do was Not Giving It Her All, a crime which in the past would certainly have gotten her punished by her father. It call came down to performance in the end, to worth.

Ah yes. Worth. Her father had liked that word. ''Worth'' was value. ''Worth'' was how much other people felt that you were ahead of them in something. it was winning and you could only have worth when other people were losing it. Naturally, as a boy, Stewart had worth from the moment he was born. As a girl, Jean had started with negative worth.

...had she mentioned that her father had been a sexist old bastard? Because he had been. But that didn't change the things that he had taught her as she matured, the desperation to prove herself as she had been growing up or the crushing realisation she'd felt when it finally dawned on her that Stewart had won the contest already simply by being male.

Up until she'd found the ring, there had been no escape. it was a feedback loop, a recursive circle which fed into itself. To Jean, there was no middle ground. There was no satisfaction of simply doing well. She had to be the best. If she wasn't the best, she was the worst. If she wasn't the outright winner, she was the loser. That was the legacy that the man had stamped into her.

Feeling herself becoming despondent, Jean turned and glanced out of a nearby window. It was an overlook of one of the sports fields below, but she wasn't really looking _through _the glass. She was looking at her reflection. It was something she did sometimes, when she felt herself begin to dip.

She looked good. She wasn't just saying that either. It was important to believe it. Looking good meant that other people would be more likely to respond positively to her, it gave her an important boost in the race to get ahead...

No...

No, that wasn't it. She looked good because she liked to look good. It was important to hold that in mind. Otherwise, she could slip.

She was wearing a dark blouse over a white shirt. Her hair was brown, with dark highlights. Her skin was tanned, and she had deep blue eyes. She smiled, even though she didn't feel like it. She was tall, wearing a dark skirt which went almost to her knees. Not exactly the most sexy thing, but paired with the nylon leggings that went up to her thighs. She looked like, well, a school teacher. Or maybe a very serious student. She could almost imagine a pair of glasses to complete the look.

"It could be fun," She said out loud. There was no one close enough to hear, but even so the words sent a delicious little shiver racing through her spine. "I deserve to have some fun now and then, you know. This could be my one chance."

Her reflection said nothing. It looked back at her with eyes of deep blue. She turned away, but could feel it burning into her back.

"What do you know anyway?"

Soon after that, it finally happened. She was moving down an old corridor on the outskirts of the building when she heard someone moving in behind her. Her first thought was to question how they'd done it, but she didn't have time to figure it out. A hand closed around her mouth and an arm locked around her waist! She felt someone heaving with effort, and kicked out in desperation and surprise. But whoever was behind it was strong, and she felt herself being manhandled towards nearby open door. An old bathroom that looked long disused.

Before he could do anything, Jean felt whoever was dragging her put out one last burst of effort and she was pushed through the door. She staggered, catching herself and whipping around to face her attacker.

"Sorry for that," Said James as the door clicked shut behind him. He turned and locked it with a key, that he pocketed a moment later. "I just needed to make sure that we wouldn't be interrupted,"

Jean smoothed down her skirt, running her hands through the fabric as she glared at him. Her pulse was racing and she tried to appear more calm than she actually felt.

"What the hell do you want,James? Do you have any idea what you just did? If someone had seen you..."

"I know," He grunted. "I know. If someone had seen me abduct you like that, my time here would be over. I'd be expelled and sent away - in the best case. That was why I waited so long for you to be in the perfect place for it."

He chuckled, even to her, he sounded nervous. Disbelieving. He'd taken a massive risk to do this. Even now, if she screamed...

Jean didn't scream. Instead, she looked at his face intently. Her heart was racing. Beating wildly in her chest. The buzz-saw risk of the situation tore at her mind but she could not bring herself to end it. Was she mad? Had she lost her senses? She felt like she was dancing on quick sand, the world shifting around her with each step she took.

"I've been thinking, Jean." James said. He started to pace. Back and forth between her and the door. His face was pale. He looked as nervous as she was. Was he fighting her command? "I had a realisation only a few hours ago."

"A realisation?" She crossed her arms. "What did you realise?"

"I realised that I'm tired of you stealing the spotlight!" He thundered suddenly. "Do you know what you're doing? Do you understand what kind of situation you're creating? If you're the only one who answers questions, that means that you're making all the rest of us look bad to the staff! If they don't have a good impression of us, that can hurt grades! People could do worse because of your obnoxious desire to be a teacher's pet!"

"Oh yeah?" Jean said. "It's not my fault that you're too slow on the draw. When a teacher asks a question, anyone can pick it up. What, do you expect me to show you pity or something?"

Even as she said it, she saw his lip curl with anger.

"No..." He said slowly, "I suppose not. Not after so long anyway."

When she'd used the ring to try and convince him to drag her off into some dark place and ravish her, it had been a sort of fantasy for her. The idea that she could let go of her power and submit to him only to take it back afterwards with the ring.

She hadn't expected it to take this form, though.

"I don't care," She lied. "Give me the key, I'm going to leave right now."

James looked shocked, and then angry. His hand closed around the metal key. He looked torn. Like on some level he was actually fighting the power of the ring. She was surprised.

He reached into his pocket, and something hit the floor between her feet. Jean gazed down and then quickly snatched it up. It was a printed picture, and her heart beat faster as she saw what it depicted.

Jean was naked, standing in the showers on campus. The water was playing against her naked body, and plastering her sodden hair to her head.

"What's this?" She turned to him, "Where did you get this?"

"You should be more careful about when you use the showers here," James said. "I recently discovered that someone had rigged a camera in there. Mostly for the female sports teams, you know? It was set up to take a photo whenever the shower was used."

"Oh really?" Jean felt heated, crossing her arms again. " ''someone'' did that, did they? Why don't you just come out and say that it was you."

"It wasn't me," James said. "Actually, I broke the damn thing and took the photos. There were a ton of them, it looks like it had been working for weeks. A bunch of the sports teams, as well as photos of others You were one of those, I guess? I didn't take you for the sporty type, Jean."

Her face coloured.

"It's important to stay in shape," She muttered. "Sports is a good way to do that. I didn't know someone would take a damned photo!"

She looked down at the picture again, biting her lower lip.

"I suppose this isn't the only one...?"

"Of course not," James said. "Do you think I'm that stupid? I was going to destroy them. I really was. But something changed a few hours ago, and now I have a better idea."

A few hours ago? So when she used the ring in other words. Jean's mind was uncertain now. She hadn't known he'd had pictures like that! And he hadn't used them against her? Why hadn't she picked that information up when she'd saw into his mind? she'd nudged him towards wanting to take advantage of her, and instead of just doing it like she'd expected, he'd taken her by surprise by using pictures she didn't even know existed!

"Are you shaken?" James asked, "You should be. You had no idea these even existed, did you? I'd say you should be more careful about when you get naked, but it's probably too late for that now."

She gulped. Her legs felt weak. The world was spinning. Jean **** herself to fight through it, focusing her mind even as she locked eyes on the photo. Then, slowly, she turned her gaze towards James.

Control. Power. Worth. Those were the words she had been taught. The things burned into her very soul, that she had always to pursue. If she didn't have those, she had nothing. That was what her father had said. All of her life, Jean had relentlessly chased success and validation. But secretly, she'd always wanted to know what would happen if she hadn't. For someone who had struggled viciously to win for her whole life, the idea of losing had a sickly fascination to it.

"What do you want?" She asked, finally locking eyes with him.

"Hmm? I didn't hear you. What was that you just said?"

"I asked you what you wanted," Jean's face was red. They both knew exactly what sort of thing he wanted. "To keep these photos from going public."

"Do you want to know? Do you really want to know?" James leaned forward. His gaze was intense. Some part of him was still struggling against her command, but it was being drowned out now by his own desire. His cock had stiffened, his erection poking the inside of his pants. Jean was wet as well, there was a tiny ball of moist dampness between her legs. An aching which echoed through her body. She bit her lower lip. Why did it feel so good? Why was her arousal washing away everything else?

Almost as though he could sense her feelings, James spoke again.

"Here's what I want from you, Jean. From now on, you're my bitch do you understand me? You have to obey every order that I give you, no matter how humiliating or hard it is. If I tell you to strip naked, you have to do it. If I tell you to touch yourself, then you do. No matter where we are, or who is watching."

"I..." Jean paled. Hearing the words made it all so much more real to her. Her body was tingling. Her pussy was growing warmer. James' words hammered into her like blows. Each one something she never thought she would hear outside of her own fantasies. Was she trembling? Yes! Was it excitement, fear or arousal? How about all of the above.

She bit the inside of her cheek, her teeth worrying away at the flesh in case she was just having a dream. But the sharp pain didn't end it. This was real. It was actually happening. Blood rushed to her face as she flushed, feeling her pussy pulse with hungry need.

"If you do what I say for the rest of the year," James went on. "I'll destroy the photos. If you don't, I'll upload them to the college intranet. What would the staff think of you then, hmm? All of your hard work pushing other people aside would be for nothing."

"I... I'll do it."

James blinked. He'd obviously expected more of an argument, to have to corner her or pin her down with her lack of options. Jean swallowed, the throbbing inside of her growing more and more intense.

"I'll do it so long as you don't let me brother know," She said. "Please. I couldn't bear it."

Was she begging? Was she actually begging? Why did it feel so hot? Why was she so turned on right now? The concept of powerlessness licked up around her mind, and she tried not to show how hot and wet she was right then.

"Stewart?" James said. He frowned for a moment. Then he shook his head. "Fine. I suppose that would cause problems. If you want to protect your dear twin from the knowledge of your new purpose, that's fine with me but I expect you to make up for it with service. If you don't do what I say, that's another thing I can do to punish you."

She nodded, her heart hammered inside of her. Her arms were trembling and her clothed felt tight. As she looked up into James' eyes, she waited for him to take advantage of the situation.

She didn't have to wait long.