The Settlement

[Sandra B]

Chapter 69.  Detention.

School had broken up for the half-term.  Philip and Rebecca had spent Friday night together.  Philip had found her unusually affectionate that night.  So much so, that he had, for the first time he could remember, fallen asleep before her.  He woke up in her arms.  He opened his eyes.
“Good morning.”
“Good morning, Philip.”  There was an enigmatic smile on her lips.
“What are you smiling at?”
“Nuffin’…nuffin’ at all.  Just remembering what a nice evening we ‘ad.”
“Yes.  You were very…you tired me out.”  He put his hand on her belly, and slid it upwards towards her breasts.
“Not enough, apparently.  I’m getting’ up, Philip.  I’ve got stuff to do.  I’ll meet up wiv yer at Valentina’s after yer shift.  Okay?”
“Okay, I guess.  Let’s have one last cuddle.”
“Not now.  I know whatcher want, naugh’y.”  She slipped quickly out of bed and left the room.
Philip rolled onto his back and sighed.  He was already feeling aroused again.  It was going to be a cold shower this morning.  And it was going to be a long day.  At least waitressing took his mind off sex.  There was too much else to think about.

It was a busy day, and when he finished, about five fifteen, he was glad to have a shower and change back into a simple skirt and blouse.  He had been wearing stockings, but now he simply rolled them up and pushed them into his bag.  As he emerged from behind the counter, in walked Rebecca.
“Hi, Becs.”  He gave her a quick kiss.
“Hi.  Hi, Susanne.  Good day, darlin'?”
“Busy.”
“Ready?”
“Yeah, let’s go.  Bye Susanne.  Bye Cat.  Bye Giselle.”
He held the door for Rebecca.  She took his hand and led him down the street.  She stopped at a car he recognised.  The window was open.
“Tina.  What are you doing here?”
“Tina’s  givin’ us a lift.  ‘Op in.”
They climbed into the back.
“Where we going?  Mine or yours?”
“Somewhere else.  It’s a surprise.”
“Oh.  I hope it’s a nice surprise.”
Rebecca made no response apart from a secretive smile.

Tina drove for ten minutes or so.
“I recognise this area,” said Philip.  “Jennifer lives round here somewhere.”  He peered out of the window.  In fact, this looks like her road.  Becca?  Where are we going?”
The car drew up outside Jennifer’s house.
“Why are we here?  What’s going on?”  Now he was alarmed.  Rebecca thought she’d better allay his fears.
“She wants to apologise, that’s all.”
“Apologise?  It’s not necessary.  I don’t particularly want to see her again.”  His mind went back to that day at the restaurant…and the garage.
“Well it won’t take long.  C’mon.  We’re ‘ere now.”
Reluctantly he got out of the car and consented to be led up the front path.  Tina turned off the engine.
“Why do we have to do this?”
Rebecca ignored the question.  “This way, quick.”
She led him along the front of the path and up the side of the house towards the garage.
“Where are we going?”
“She’s in the lair, Philip.”
“I hoped I’d never see that place again.  Let’s get this over with.”
“It’ll be over soon.”  She opened the door.  “After you.”
It was dark in the lair, the only illumination being provided by a candle in a bottle in the middle of the table.  Philip could see the figure of Jennifer sitting in an armchair.  As they entered she rose and went to greet them.  To Philip’s surprise and disappointment, she and Rebecca exchanged a friendly kiss.  Then she closed the door.  Did she turn the key?  He couldn’t be certain, but….
“Philip, darling.  You got lots of revision to do over ‘alf-term.  Look, all your books are ‘ere, an’ if you need anyfink else I can get it to yer.  But I want you to stay ‘ere the ‘ole time.  I got work to do meself, an’ I need some peace, or I won’t get nuffink done.  All right?”
He stared at her, not understanding.  “Stay…here?”
“Stay ‘ere.”
“We’ll look after you, Philip.  We’re gonna feed you and pamper you, and every morning you’ll be able to study undisturbed,” interjected Jennifer, with a wolfish smile.
Philip looked from one to the other.  Suddenly he made a dash for the door, but at the same instant silent figures emerged from the gloom, grasped him bodily, and dragged him back, pushing him into a chair.  He looked about him, and registered the other faces that had smirked at him from table fifteen, as well as that of Nikki!
“Get off me!”
“Now please calm down, Philip,” said Nikki, soothingly.  “Your girlfriend just needs a few days’ peace, and this is the only way she’s going to get it.  So relax.”
He struggled, but there were too many for him.  Then he heard the tinkling of a chain, there was a tightening around his ankle, and before he could react, he realised he was trapped.
“No!  Rebecca!”
“I love yer Philip.  The time’ll go quick, you’ll see.  Good luck wiv yer revision.”
And with that, she kissed him tenderly, and Jennifer let her out.

[babycakes]

So many excellent chapters and so few comments!  Interesting set of developments for Philip.  Very dismayed to see such a lack of trust by Rebecca that she can't just outright tell her boyfriend that she needs to cut back on their romantic adventures a little.  Readers should remember that Philip believes Jennifer and crowd will release his letter if he doesn't follow their orders so he should see this as pure betrayal by Rebecca.  Philip is also unaware of the behind the scenes agreements among Rebecca, Nikki and Jennifer.  Once broken, trust is very hard to repair.

Don't know why Rebecca would believe that Philip could possibly respect and love her after she delivers him to people who did nothing but abuse him first time around.  Apparently Rebecca has no real feeling for him and just uses him for the occasional good times.

If Philip was a rational person he would attempt to escape at all costs.  Maybe wrap the chain around one of his captors necks if given the opportunity though this is unlikely to happen in Philip's "bizzaro" world of complete capitulation at all costs.  All hope of Philip being treated humanely is out the window unless the periodic gratification he will be provided according to his captors' dictates is sufficient to lull his common sense.  Philip's character can't be that shallow given the original premise of the story - sacrificing to provide for his mum and siblings.  The future will tell.  Thank you for your writing, Sandra B.

[Sandra B]

babycakes -
1. I don't think he believes he is in danger from the note any more.
2. He is rational and empathetic, but perhaps sex is now his driving force.
3. Rebecca seems to love him, though the nature of her feelings is a bit of an enigma.  And people do stupid things, and save stories from being too predictable.

[Party Dress]

I'm so happy regular chapters are back! I can't wait to see what they'll do to Phillip, I hope nappies and a nice ballerina outfit will be involved

Babycakes- I don't believe Phillip would do anything rash to try to escape, where would he go? Tina brought him there and he's doing all this for the betterment of his family

[Sissy Little Girl]

Sandra B, Great work.  I love how Philip is so easily distracted by his love for Rebecca that he doesn't sense anything wrong when they go to the lair.  Now he gets to study for the half-term in the quiet of the lair and then be used as their toy.

[Sandra B]

Chapter 70.  Bathtime.

Rebecca had misgivings about the course of action she had taken.  But the incident with Nikki had rekindled her suspicion that Philip could never be satisfied by one woman.  She felt, either because she didn’t want to be under any illusions about their relationship, or because she was testing her own resolve to set him free, that the exercise would answer some questions, not only about his needs and affection, but her own as well.  She was quite pragmatic about it.  If it resulted in them separating, then that would have happened anyway at some time, and might then have been much more painful.  If they could get over it, all to the good.  But there was also an element of revenge, quite unconscious, for what she saw as that dalliance with Nikki.  If her subconscious could have spoken, it would have said, “Well, Philip, you seemed to enjoy that so much, that I think you deserve more - a lot more.  Now you’ll have to deal with a whole bunch of girls whose only concern will be their own pleasure and entertainment.  Mybe they’ll be able to satisfy you.”  Perhaps such feelings were unworthy.  But they were human, and inaccessible to her empathetic mind.
 
And there was also the matter of his appointment at the baby training centre, or whatever it was.  She hoped this would be some sort of preparation for him.  Secretly she found the idea of babifying him quite exciting.  It would give her more control, and allow free rein to that substantial part of her which enjoyed mothering him.  No, she was not at all averse to having a boyfriend in nappies.
Philip knew little of what was going on in Rebecca’s mind.  He had a vague idea he must have deserved what was coming to him, and for the moment he was resigned to his fate.  He believed Rebecca’s assertion that the girls would never use that note he had written, but in any case, he reflected, remembering his performance in this very location, they didn’t really need to.  So he sat in his chair facing his jailers, who had arranged themselves in a semicircle around him.  Nikki sat directly opposite, with Jennifer perched next to her on the arm of her chair.  Sadie and Freida squeezed together in another chair, and Desdemona sat cross-legged on the carpet.
“Don’t worry, Philip.  You’re not going to stay chained up.  I don’t think you’re even going to want to escape, after you discover what we’ve got in store for you.”  She nodded behind her.  “But just to deter any attempt, we’re going to take away your clothes.  No, don’t worry, you won’t be naked.  We’ve got your fairy costume here.”  She slid off the arm of the chair and fetched a plastic bag from the table.  “We’ve dispensed with the wings, and the skirt.  Do you remember it?  So sparkly!  All those pretty sequins.  And I had the shop put in a zip to make it easier for you to have a pee.  I bet you can’t wait to get it on again, can you?”
Philip looked at it glumly – though the truth was, he had been thinking for some time he would like to wear it again.  But there had never been an excuse.  Now he was going to have to.
“We’ve got you some little ballet shoes and some white stockings, see?  Look, they’ve got little white bows at the tops.  You’ll look so pretty.  And there’s a couple of spare plain leotards for when it’s being washed.  Happy?”
“No.”
“Good.  But before you change, you’ll need to be bathed.  Mum’s out, so your lucky – we can do it in the house. Dessie, could you unlock?” 
Desdemona removed the cuff from his ankle.  He stood there, not sure of what to do.  There was no chance of escape, surrounded by the girls.
“Well?  Get your clothes off then.  You can’t bath dressed, can you?”
“W-what, here?”
“Where else?  Everything.  Now.  Are you embarrassed?  Don’t worry, we’re not interested.  We’ll turn our backs.”
They turned their backs and waited.  Still he hesitated.
“Get on with it, Philip,” said Jennifer, severely.  “We haven’t got all day.”
He stripped down to his panties.
“And those!  For goodness’ sake!”
Intimidated, he complied.  He watched with alarm as Jennifer collected up his discarded clothes and thrust them into a binbag.
“Right.  At last.  What a fuss.  Now quickly, into the house.”  She picked up her riding whip and gave him a little tap on his bare bottom.
“Ow!  I’m going!”  He remembered what that deceptively innocent implement was capable of.  He cupped his hands over his crotch and made for the house, the girls, except Nikki, following.
“Upstairs.  Quickly.  Nikki’s setting up the camp bed.  You’ll find it very comfortable.”
Jennifer started running the bath.  The others busied themselves getting ready the bath oil, shampoo, and sponge.  Desdemona poured in a pink cream which turned into foam.  He was only too pleased to be ordered to climb into the warm, scented water.
The bathed him like a baby, gently but thoroughly sponging him all over, but keeping his wig out of the water.  It was luxurious, but stimulating, so it was just as well he was not allowed to lie flat.  When they were finished, he was wrapped in a towel and dried, then given a bathrobe and taken back to the lair.  His little bed was all set up along one side of the garage, with pink sheets, a pink pillow, and a child’s duvet cover decorated with balloons. 
Jennifer handed him the bag of fairy clothes.  He stepped into the little silver leotard and pulled it up.  The cool, slippery material made him shiver slightly.  He slipped his hands through the armholes.
“Could someone zip me up, please?”
Desdemona obliged, drawing the zip right up so that the body and collar encased him snugly.  She couldn’t resist running her fingers over the taught, stretchy spandex, at which Philip experienced a sudden frisson throughout his whole body.  He looked own at himself.  His breasts had grown since he had last worn this, and his nipples stood out proud and firm.  As he pulled on his stockings he could already feel himself beginning to swell.  He sat down to put on his ballet pumps, partly to hide his arousal, but Nikki had already noticed.
“I can see you really like your fairy costume, Philip.  You should wear it more often.”
“Yeah,” added Freida.  “Shaniya tells me Kimona is always asking after you.  She wants more fairy stories like the last one.”
Philip blushed, but didn't reply. 
“This is too small for me now,” he grumbled.
“No it’s not!  Stand up.  Come on, stand up!” said Sadie.
Reluctantly, he rose from his chair.  Casually, he picked up the plastic bag in an attempt to hide his tumescent state, but Jennifer snatched it away.
“Too small?  It’s perfect!  Here, your stockings need straightening, though.”
She dropped on one knee and began to fuss with his stocking tops, tugging and turning them whilst at the same time sneaking little peeks at the growing bulge behind the crotch zip.  She had had the shop fit it with a big silver pull-tag ring.  It was tempting just to…  But it was not quite time.
“Now,” said Nikki, “we have a little surprise for you.  Dessie?  Could you give me a hand?”

[Sandra B]

Chapter 71.  Relief.

The two girls went to the front of the garage where there were bits of furniture up against the main door.  Propped against a wardrobe was an oblong sheet of plywood about five feet long.  They caught hold of it, one each side, and carried it into the centre of the room.  They laid it carefully down.  Philip stared.  The side that had been hidden from view was now visible.  The board was lined with some sort of shiny black foam padding.  At each end of the oblong, in the centre, there was a small steel plate screwed to the board, with a steel ring attached.  He looked at Nikki, puzzled.
“Get it, Philip?  That’s for you.  Come on, and I’ll show you how it works.”
He made no move, but before he had time to protest, the girls had escorted him over and forced him down onto the board on all fours.  They used cable ties to attach his wrists to one ring, and his knees to the other.  He was quite helpless, down there on all fours like a little dog.  They took their seats around him and admired their work.
“That was a brilliant idea, Nikki!”
“Do you like your new activity board, Philip?”
He struggled, but all he was able to do was to bend his elbows.  He was trapped.
“We’re going to be kind to you for the moment,” said Jennifer, smirking.  “but I’ll show you the possibilities.”
She opened a drawer and took out a leather collar and chain.  Kneeling down, she buckled the collar around his neck, then threaded the chain through the ring.  He looked at her appealingly, which only had the effect of making them all laugh.  She demonstrated how, by tightening the chain, she could pull his head right down to the board, so that his bottom was stuck up in the air.
“See?  I have this little padlock” - she held it up – “so we can keep you in this position – say if we want to punish you.  So if I were you, I wouldn’t make any trouble.”
He was hardly in a position to “make trouble”.  She loosened the chain and stood up.
“So, girls.  What are we going to do with him?”
“Let’s just have some coffee and think about it, shall we?” suggested Sadie.  “Plenty of time.”
They sat around sipping their coffee and chatting, occasionally patting their new pet or ruffling his hair.  After a while, Desdemona put down her cup and came over.  She seated herself cross-legged on the ground in front of him.
“Look at his little face!  So sulky!  What’s up, Philip?  Don’t you like being our little puppy?  Tell you what, I’ll give you a treat.  Shall I, girls?”
“Go, Dessie!”
Desdemona began, slowly and seductively, to unbutton her blouse.  Philip’s eyes widened, and his jaw dropped.  She let it fall open, and closing he eyes and allowing her head to fall back, she began to stroke her bare tummy in circular movements with one hand.  Her bra was the type that  unhooked at the front.  She began to toy with the fastening.  Philip gulped, and tried to close his eyes.  Her antics were having the inevitable effect, to the evident amusement of his audience.
“How old are you?” laughed Freida.  “Twelve?  You can’t even see a bare tummy without wanting to pop your cork.  And you’re supposed to be a girl!  You must be a lesbian, then.”
“He’s not a girl, yet, is he?” remarked Jennifer.  “That’s the problem.  He’s only half way there.  But never mind, darling, we’re going to give you lots of girlie training this week, and at the end of it you’re going to feel much better.”
“So the first thing,” said Nikki, kneeling by his side, “the first thing we need to do is to cool your male ardour a little.  And I think you’re perfectly positioned for that.”
She reached underneath him, hooked a finger through the ring on his zip, and drew it down.  Released from its confinement, his swollen member sprang joyfully out.  Freida gave a piercing whistle, Jennifer a whoop of delight.  Philip squirmed with embarrassment, and turned bright red.  Desdemona laughed and patted his cheek.
“Don’t be shy.  It's all for your own good, you'll see.”
He glared at her, which only made her laugh more.  He felt Nikki’s cool hand close around him, testing his firmness.  She grunted with satisfaction.  He saw out of the corner of his eye Jennifer hand something to her, and then he felt Nikki rolling a condom up the length of the shaft and over his balls. 
“There.  Neatly packaged.  Now, who’s going first?”
“I’m staying here,” said Desdemona.  “I want to watch his expressions.  Why don’t we use reverse alphabetical order.  Sadie?  Wanna go first?”
Sadie needed no second bidding.  She took Nikki’s place by his side.  Jennifer put a box of latex gloves on the floor next to her.
“Use those.  They’ll make your hands more slippery.”
Sadie extracted a pair and pulled them on.  She took a breath.
“Ready, Philip?”
No reply.
“Ready or not, here I come!”
“Here he comes, I hope,” murmured Desdemona.
Sadie may have not have had Nikki's technique, but with her friends offering her various bits of advice, she warmed to her task.  She gripped him firmly but gently, drawing her hand down the length of the shaft in slow, regular movements.  After a few minutes, Philip, who had been biting his lip in an attempt to resist the rising tide of excitement, began to emit faint little whimpers and groans. Desdemona was leaning forward, peering into his face with obvious delight. 
“Go away…” he moaned.  But she only moved closer.
“Is it nice, Philip?  Tell me when you’re going to…you know.  Don’t pretend you’re not enjoying it.  Come on, smile!  Why the screwed-up face?  Are you in pain or something?”
“Ah…ah…no!”
“Don’t stop, Sadie!  I think he’s nearly….”
“Ahhhh!”
Philip gave an anguished cry, and erupted, straining against his bonds, his body jolted with orgasm.  Sadie didn’t let up for a moment, watching with obvious satisfaction as Philip’s milky juices spurted out, filling the condom.  It was a full minute before she released her grip and sat back on her haunches.
“Well done, Sadie.  Great job!” said Nikki.
“Gosh…  Actually, that was really fun!” she said.  She admired the result of her hard work.  "I bet none of you will be able to equal that," she added, proudly.
Nikki pulled on a pair of gloves, knelt down again, and carefully slid the condom off.  She fastened the mouth with a plastic clip, and put it to one side.
“There, that wasn't too difficult, was it, Philip?  I think you'll find you'll feel far more peaceful when we've all had our turn.  Don't you?"