CHAPTER I
Denise
looked round at the dense sea of faces that scurried about her as travellers
rushed towards waiting trains at the terminus. She was some fifteen minutes
late and was not surprised that the other girls were not at the appointed spot
where she had promised to meet them to start their annual vacation. Making up
her mind, she hurried to the barrier where a group of holidaymakers were
producing tickets to get to the all-ready overcrowded train.
She waited as the porter punched a hole in the thick
parchment of her ticket and then, lugging the heavy suitcase behind her she
raced towards the carriage in which their seats had been booked. For the umpteenth
time, she glanced at the reservation paper clutched in her hand, and then she
saw the first class coach. Another struggle to lift the suitcase onto the coach
and then she was inside. The door slammed behind her and she gasped a sigh of
relief. Just in time. Even as she walked down the corridor of the slow moving
train, she felt her whole being responding to the exertions of her hurried
journey from home to the terminus. She saw her three friends and they grinned
in recognition.
"Couldn't wait."
'Where have you been?"
"Here... I'll give you a hand." All three spoke in
unison.
Although it was a compartment for six, they had booked
all the seats as a reservation and this enabled them to spread themselves out.
Denise explained, once she had her breath back to normal,
of the traffic jam that she had suffered in the taxi on the way, but within
minutes they were all four seated comfortably and were chatting happily. With the
light-headedness that erupts when one is starting a whole fortnight's holiday,
the girls responded to the sensation of freedom from their everyday chores.
Each of them had an attractive quality, and there was hardly a pinpoint between
them as far as good looks were concerned. None of them had reached twenty-one
years of age, and with that spirited attitude of their young bodies and minds,
they experienced a vitality of fresh womanhood. On this fortnight, it had been
agreed; they would leave their various boyfriends behind and seek pastures new.
The tall, extremely handsome stranger slowly walked along
the corridor of the train. He was seeking refreshment and he stopped as he came
to the compartment in which he saw four very attractive girls sprawled out in
careless poses of comfortable reclining positions. His deep set, almost coral
coloured eyes studied the beauties, the tight jeans, the loose blouses and saw how
all four of them had become aware of his scrutiny.
"He'll know us next time he sees us," Jenny,
the brunette, announced.
"Bloody cheek," Barbara added.
"Stare right back at him," Stella suggested.
He seemed to read their lips, he
simply smiled and continued on his way. Denise reached up and pulled down the
blind to curtain off the compartment.
"That'll frustrate his little game," she
smiled.
After the interlude of being studied, the four girls
settled down to read their various magazines. Denise stood up and stretched her
delightful torso...
"Going to the loo," she announced.
The others hardly glanced up as she closed the
compartment door behind her. She looked towards each end of the corridor to see
which of the loos were vacant. As she fitted her body to the swaying of the
train, she moved to one end of the corridor. Then she saw the tall stranger
approaching her... she reddened slightly and pressed herself against the coachwork
to let the man pass... as he did likewise their bodies crushed together and
Denise discovered a pair of warm, bewitching lips pressed to hers. A shock wave
swept over her and a strange response thrilled through her system... then they
were past each other. She was about to remonstrate but his eyes stared directly
into her... she seemed to think better of it and hastily locked the toilet door
behind her. She washed her hands after re-fixing the waist band of her jeans
and then started her journey back, knowing that she hoped that the strange man
who had kissed her would be there. He wasn't, and as she entered the
compartment, she changed her mind about telling the other girls what had
happened.
It was like a contagious disease. Once one of the girls
had been to the toilet, the others followed suit. And each of them experienced
the same encounter, each of them met Deveril in the
corridor, each of them squeezed past and each of them received the Kiss of
Obedience; consequently, each of them was doomed to a life of torment and
obedient submissiveness.