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Ring of Truth

by obohobo

Warnings

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The text in this story contains erotic material and is expressly written for adults only.

MF MM FF NC. Spanking WS

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This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to persons living, dead or otherwise is purely coincidental, etc.

Copyright 2005

Prologue

After finding the Ring of Truth and learning a little of its properties, I, Dr. Derek Meeks, decided to keep a sort of diary, a 'blog' of events surrounding its use in my life. At the same time I added excerpts from the leather book that came with the ring so they would be readily readable. For the time being I am keeping the information in a protected file on my computer and, for reasons that will become obvious to anyone privileged to view them, I do not intend to print them out until I, like the previous owner, decide to put the ring in some safe place. That may not be for many years hence.

Dr. Derek Meeks.

P.S. (Later). I have now decided to anonymously publish an edited version of the blog together with the excerpts from the book on a site I visit frequently and get much pleasure from reading the stories it contains. Names of people (including my own), and places have been changed but otherwise this is an honest account of my experiences with the ring. I have tried to write each blog as a readable narrative and have concentrated on the sexual aspects mainly because I know that it what readers visit this site for and because they brought me the greatest pleasure. I hope it will do the same for you.

Blog 9. Kathleen's ordeal

September 22nd 2004

The university was again in full swing. I'd started my research project, which was a continuation of the work I did for my doctorate. Now though I had a PhD student under me. He was a sporty type so we don't have much in common socially but he is fairly clued up on the work we have to do. Much of it is routine, mundane stuff. Setting up an experiment and seeing and recording the result on a database. Then repeating it twice to check the results only to find they were negative for our purpose. Life as a research worker is not all the glamour of finding new methods and drugs to cure all ailments. Much of it is real boring stuff and for weeks or months little progress seems to be made. Often it is only minor tweaks to the composition of the ingredients that makes all the difference. It is the rare occasions when something positive materialises that makes it all worth while.

Such is the life of a research worker, that I often voluntarily worked well into the evenings at the Uni but that had the advantage that I could use the cafeteria and the facilities of the faculty staff room. The disadvantage of the cafeteria was the noise level. Even without the ring, at busy times the general noise from the students talking make it difficult to think let alone hold a conversation in normal speech. Add to this the jumble of thoughts that came though the ring and the noise level rises to an unacceptable level. I did find that turning the ring so the stone was inside my palm reduced its effectiveness considerably. Even so I always tried to choose the least busy times to get a meal.

I have only been back little more than a week but in that time I seem to have grown adept at eavesdropping on the thoughts of individuals, particularly lone girl students. Mostly they are on prosaic things, lectures, washing, shopping, possible dates and such like, but sometimes they reminisce on the boys they have been with and what they might do together on a future date. I was amazed at the vulgar thoughts coming from what outwardly appeared to be innocent young students. I was also amazed at what they thought of their friends, friends they might well be walking along the path with.

At first I felt guilty at listening in to private thoughts but as the week wore on, I became less interested in them unless they concerned me which wasn't very often. However twice already I've been able to anticipate suggestions from my superior and put them forward before he suggested them. Undoubtedly that added a few Brownie points to my credit sheet. He's a good guy anyway and I've already worked under him for two years. Yesterday evening though, the ring put me in a situation that I doubt I can handle but I am determined to try.

I finished an experiment early, had dinner in the cafeteria and went to the library to look up some references. It was almost empty. One girl I recognised as Kathleen McCogan, a PhD student a year below me who worked in a lab further along the corridor from mine, sat in a corner with her back to me, her head in her hands and an open folder on the desk in front of her. I was aghast at her thoughts.

<<"…that bastard Rowlandson! Just as I seem to be getting somewhere with my project he orders me to change course so I have to start over again. Just like last term. Pervert! He'll make it so that I have to fuck him in order to get a pass mark. And he'll make me do even more obscene things than last time, if that is possible. I'll be lucky to even complete a project. All these years wasted. Just to become his whore. It's not worth going on. Why should I suffer more spankings, more filthy fuck sessions and now he's hinted that I will be hired out to his friends. No, life will not be worth living. Might as well go to my room, take those pills I've pinched from the lab. If they put the rats to sleep they should send me to a long sleep myself…>>"

I listened in to her thoughts for a while longer and debated what to do. I'd heard a vague rumour that Professor Rowlandson blackmailed a student when I was in my second year at university but hadn't heard anything since. Now it seemed as if it was happening again and to a girl I knew and liked although we only ever passed the time or day or spoke on work related subjects.

"Hi Kathleen," I greeted her and sat down at the opposite side of her table. Tears were running down her cheeks and she barely acknowledged me. "Heh, it can't be that bad. Tears like that mean either boyfriend of professor trouble." I waited for a response but it wasn't forthcoming but she did open her eyes enough to look at me. "Which?" I asked knowing she would have to reply.

"Rowlandson. I don't want to talk about it Derek. It will be over soon."

"He's making life difficult for you and demanding sex like he did for that other student I suppose," I commented and she nodded but looked surprised that I even knew anything about it. "You do need to talk about it Kathleen otherwise your life will be wasted."

"I could never tell anyone. It's too disgusting. I'd be too ashamed to speak the words. No one can help now."

"Oh yes they can." I stated more confidently than I felt, "He mustn't be allowed to get away with it. First though we need to find out the facts and that does mean hearing the full story and from what I suspect it doesn't just involve normal sex. Is that true?"

"Yes," she murmured quietly.

I reached out and took one of her hands in mine. "Kathy, this is not the place to discuss this. Come home with me and we can talk it out there. I don't want to come in tomorrow and find them taking you away in a body bag. That would be too horrible to contemplate. You don't have to worry that I will do anything to you except get you to talk, in fact I will ask my girlfriend Sarah to be with us. She's our age and isn't a gossip. Come, bring your book and we'll go." He mind was full of doubts and she still wanted to just end it all. "Kathy, give life another chance. Give me a chance to help." Slowly she nodded her agreement.

Sarah was a little annoyed when I asked her to come and said she was working on a dress but after I was able to explain the circumstances she finally agreed. I could hear her jealousy in her mind when I drove to her house and she saw Kathy in the front seat. This attractive student was in the seat she always occupied. <<"Is she his Uni girlfriend? Is he fucking her midweek and me at weekends?">> However, her attitude softened when she noticed Kathy was shaking and the tears streaming down her face.

When I introduced the two, the tears became sobs. <<"Why can't I find myself a nice caring boyfriend? Why do I have to submit to that dirty sod that's my boss?">> Kathy scolded herself. I could hear Sarah's mind gradually warm to the girl and, although neither of them spoke, Sarah leaned forward and put her hand on Kathy's shoulder.

Neither Sarah nor Kathy had eaten so I microwaved a ready pack meal and brewed some tea. In doing so I left them together in the lounge and heard them hesitantly talking to each other but by the time I returned they were talking more freely. We talked about general things until I cleared the plates away and had Kathy sitting opposite me.

I started my spiel. "Kathy, I think Sarah knows what I am going to try to do. I did it to her once and I know she found it a little traumatic at first but she will probably agree with me when I say it worked out for the best. At least now she doesn't have to hide behind her past." Sarah nodded her agreement. "What I will do is ask you to tell us what has been going on between you and Professor Rowlandson. When I ask that as a direct question, you will have to answer honestly and truthfully. You will be unable to avoid answering. Once we know what has been going on, then we may be able to see a way of preventing it happening again. I must emphasise that once I ask the question you will have no will power to evade answering. No way at all. Sarah will confirm that."

"It's true Kathy. I don't know how he does it and he doesn't seem to know either, but no matter how embarrassing it is, and mine was really embarrassing, you will have to answer truthfully. He gets inside your mind somehow. A kind of hypnotism thing. I kept trying to keep my mouth shut but it kept opening and my tongue told him everything about my past that I wanted to hide from. If you are afraid of us hearing your story, then you'd better leave now." Sarah gave her opinion.

"But think Kathy," I went on, "If I hadn't happened along you'd be in a coma now after swallowing those pills." <<"How did he know about that?">> she wondered, <<"I never told him about the rat pills.">> . "We can only help you Kathy if we know what's been going on, no matter how perverted and disgusting it may seem to you. It may be traumatic for you Kathy but it's not nearly as final a death."

"My previous life was pretty disgusting too Kathy and I told him everything but he took it without condemning me and did all he could to help me get over it." Sarah added her two pennyworth.

I could hear the thoughts going through Kathy's mind as she debated whether or not to allow me to ask questions. Still she half believed she would not be forced to reveal everything and thought she could part answer me. "Okay," she said finally, "What do you want to ask?"

"What hold has Bernie Rowlandson over you? And what does he force you to do when you are together?" I thought of how Joshua had got the juiciest information out of Annabelle but I was by no means certain that similar information from Kathleen wouldn't upset rather than titillate me.

Her face took on that mask-like look and her voice a monotone that I had become to know well. "It started midway through last year. We were studying various common chemicals used in industry and their possible carcinogenic properties. I'd start the experiments and get the results from two and be partway through the third when he would order me to try something different. As you know each experiment has to produce a similar result three times in a row before any data from it can be used or thought conclusive. This happened four times so by the time of my assessment by him, I didn't have any data on which to base my coursework. He said he would have to fail me and I would have to go back two years and start a different course. I railed at him and he suggested we discus it at his house. He's always a smooth talker and while I guessed he might want to have sex with me I agreed. In fact I had little option but to do otherwise."

"You could have complained to the Bursar," I interrupted.

"It wouldn't have done any good. He and Rowlandson are buddies. Anyway I went thinking I could stave off any sexual attempts, but he told me bluntly that if I didn't let him fuck me, he would fail me and I could go home and start again with the new term or go out and look for a job. I cried, I pleaded with him that I had never done it before but that seemed to make him all the more determined. In the end I gave in. He undressed me in his bedroom and played with my tits for some time before he stripped off himself. I was made to look and play with his prick, which was already hard and he seemed proud of its size but I had nothing to compare it with. That first time he took a good deal of trouble to make sure I was aroused and ready for him, even so, his entry was painful and I remember yelling out when he burst my hymen. Later it became a little more pleasurable but I didn't really enjoy it. I just felt disgusted and dirty."

Kathy paused for a few moments. "I hoped I would be allowed to go after that but he brought in some wine and I had a glass and passed out. I've no idea what he put in it. I came to about midnight and found him lying alongside me with the bedclothes covering us. My movements woke him and he held me and fucked me for the second time. Next morning I was resolved to complain to the authorities but he showed me photos he'd taken with his digital camera and printed off while I was drugged and he threatened to publish them on the web and show them around at Uni. 'Like it or not Kathy dear, you are going to keep coming here and we will be taking our relationship to higher levels. In return you get to stay on at the university,' he told me. He agreed that it was blackmail but said that if I complained it would be easy to convince people that I offered him my body in return for being given a pass grade."

Tears were falling down her face and I began to feel very guilty about putting her through this but I told myself that it was for her own good and somewhere in her story there would be some evidence we could use against him.

"About a fortnight later on a Friday he commanded me to go to his home again. This time he harshly told me to strip off and get on the bed, he was already in his dressing gown. 'Suck me,' he ordered after he'd thrown the gown over a chair. I shook my head no, but he grabbed my wrists and slipped a loop of rope over them and tied them to the bars of the bed. He must have expected my reaction and had the rope handy. 'You don't say no to me you little slut,' he yelled and gripped me around the waist with his left arm and spanked my arse as hard as he could with right. I was soon blubbering and pleading for him to stop and saying I would suck him but he took his time before he released me and again offered his prick to my mouth. Apparently my efforts were not very good and he had to keep thrusting himself into my throat until he came and flooded my tonsils with his semen. There was no choice, I had to swallow the stuff because he held my head to his groin for several minutes before he withdrew. At one point while I was sucking him, he took his camera and photographed me several times with his prick in my mouth. My face showed clearly but only part of his prick could be seen. One picture in particular showed me looking up along his belly at the camera with my mouth stuffed with half his prick. I felt sick at the sight of it. Again he threatened to show the pictures around the Uni. 'I hope you enjoyed the taste,' he said, 'Because you will get to taste it after every fuck from now on even after it has been shoved up your arse. And that's where it is going before you go back to your dorm. Girls like you should have had all their holes reamed out long before they get to your age.' I could only sob with the utter degradation of what I was being made to do."

"The bastard kept me naked at his house for the whole weekend. He fucked me normally but did it hard before we went to sleep and for the first time I did have a climax and he did force me to suck him afterwards. In the morning he again tied my wrists but this time it was so I could not escape when he fucked my bottom hole. He put some Vaseline up there first by even so it was very painful. He had me many times that weekend and thereafter once or twice a month but always it was done in a way that would disgust and humiliate me. Most weekends I received a spanking too. I almost didn't return after the summer break and just prayed that he wouldn't demand my services and that I would be allowed to do my project properly. Yesterday when I was almost at the end of the third experiment and getting the results I expected, he came and turned the equipment off and whispered, 'My house this weekend.' Deciding I couldn't face it any more, I slipped a box of the rat sedatives into my purse and thought I would end my own life. That's when you came into the library."

Sarah went and hugged Kathy when she finished answering the question and both girls sat crying on the settee. I apologised several times for asking the question and making her answer it and in many ways I felt guilty but I also felt we had enough information now to find a solution to the problem without Kathy committing suicide. The professor's actions appalled me and Kathy's story was so moving I didn't even get an erection. It certainly didn't titillate me in any way. I started to think of ways to stop him once and for all times. Getting Kathy moved to another lab probably wouldn't end her torment and would negate the work she'd already done. Only Rowlandson's removal or subservience would help. I pondered how we could achieve this without spoiling Kathy's chances of getting her doctorate. For a little while I left them alone and went to the kitchen and opened a bottle of wine. Returning to the lounge I received somewhat resentful looks from the girls but I waited until we'd all downed a glass before bringing up the matter of how we were to bring about Rowlandson's downfall.

"You could walk into his office and ask him what he does to Kathy and record his answers," Sarah suggested after we'd thrown some other impractical ideas around.

"His office is almost a thoroughfare. Students in and out all the time," commented Kathy, "And he's at a conference until Friday."

"So I guess you can survive a few more days in the lab if he's not there." Kathy agreed that she could. "Your idea of recording his answers is a good one though Sarah," I went on and thinking aloud, "We could try and record it at his house. I wonder if we could slip in on Friday with Kathy."

"He makes sure all the doors are locked after I enter. He's keen to make sure no one can get in or see in," said Kathy. "He's got security lights too."

Eventually we hashed out a plan but it all hinged on a surprise element to get us inside the house. I also expressed my worries that Kathy would have to sit through hearing the story of what he did to her again but she was resolute in saying she would go through with it. "You both know now. It's out in the open. It may upset me but at least I will know he will be the one that is going to be worried sick."

It was late by the time we'd finished and Sarah was worried about Kathy if she was left alone. I gallantly offered the two of them my king-size bed and I slept in the guestroom. I heard them whispering for a while behind the closed door but I didn't listen in to their thoughts.

September 25th 2004

Morning. Sarah is at work and I drove Kathy into town with her. Both slept here last night but I did sleep with Sarah and Kathy had the guest bed.

Things went more or less according to plan yesterday. Sarah was able to borrow a video camera from the husband of a woman she'd made a wedding dress for. Now, not only would we record his speech, we'd record his mannerisms and appearance as well. Kathy stopped a little before Bernard's house and let us out so we could slip around the back of the house. The windows were all blacked out. We guessed he wouldn't be looking for intruders around the back even though for a large part of the time we were brightly lit by the powerful lights. I gave Sarah the sheet of glass I'd brought along and then waited at a corner of the house close to the door and watched Kathy as she rang the bell. As soon as the door started to open I signalled to Sarah and she threw the glass against the wall where it shattered with a loud crash! Bernard distracted for a moment thinking someone had broken a window, turned back into the room and this allowed me to rush passed Kathy and push the professor to the floor. Sarah and Kathy came in and helped me tie his wrists. He was of course furious and threatened the girls and me with all sorts of dire consequences. I locked the door and we dragged the bound man into the lounge where we plonked him in an armchair and bound him to it. Sarah took the video camera out of her pack and checked it was working. Rowlandson continued to berate us loudly but his thoughts told me he was inwardly very worried at seeing the camera and especially at seeing Kathy with us. I told him I would explain what was happening and that he would be given a chance to speak shortly but he continued to bluster and swear at us.

With his swearing continuing in the background, I spoke for the benefit of the camera. "This is Professor Bernard Rowlandson and he is here to tell us about the activities that he carries out in his home here with some of his female students and in particular with Kathleen McCogan."

"I'll tell you nothing Meeks except that you'll end up in jail for this." However, for all his words we could tell he was extremely worried especially as Kathy was standing in front of him and he knew she must obviously have told us about what he did to her.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you professor. When I ask the questions you will answer them, fully and honestly." I sat in front of him and for the others I did the ritual of looking him in the eyes. "Why did you blackmail Kathleen McCogan into coming here? And going back to the first and subsequent times, what acts did you force her to perform for you?"

The man's face went blank and he started to tell us his version of the events. "I thought I could blackmail her quite easily because she was such a timid student and had few friends. Just like Caroline Harper a few years ago. I thought it would be great to have a sex slave again. It was easy enough for someone in my position to make life so difficult she had to agree to come here and once here to seduce and rape her and to produce further evidence that would bind her to me." He went on to give the details that Kathy had already told us. He didn't appear at all ashamed of what he had done although from his flat tone of voice, it was difficult to tell. I looked across to Kathy but she was staring blankly at the wall to one side of Rowlandson.

I questioned him further when he'd finished his account of the things he'd done to Kathy. "What about this Caroline Harper?"

"She failed to get her degree but I managed to get her a place with a madam in a London hotel – well brothel. By the time she'd got to the end of her university time, she was well versed in having several men one after the other. Like Kathy would by the end of the coming term."

"Where are the pictures of Kathy?" Little by little I wormed out the location of the pictures from him and was able to delete the files completely from his computer and used his shredder to destroy the hard copies in his drawer and under his mattress. By the time I'd finished questioning him, he looked very cowed and dejected. He was totally afraid of what I was making him reveal and the fact that it was all being recorded. Mentally at first he kept swearing and cursing Kathy for telling us but as I continued to question him, more and more his thoughts were on what we would do now that we had his confession. He kept visualising a court appearance and being incarcerated in prison and I let him keep turning this over in his mind while the three of us had a quiet conference on what to do next. Finally I went to him.

"Now we come to what we are going to do with you. It is only by chance that I came across Kathy sitting weeping in the library the other evening and persuaded her to tell me what was the matter. Had I not done so you would have returned from your conference to find her dead and with a note in police hands incriminating you. We should probably still go to the police and hand over this tape but that would mean a long drawn out trial and more grief for Kathy. We will hold that as an insurance policy and indeed we'll get copies made that can be kept in safe places. Nor do we believe it will it help to her if we make you leave the university. You have managed to keep her projects away from others in your lab so only you know what she was doing so even if Dr. Worth took over, he and she would almost have to start from scratch again. So here's what we plan to do. Firstly you will do all in your power to help Kathy get her doctorate and that means doing some of the routine work yourself under her supervision as well as sharing your undoubted knowledge and expertise. She needs to make up a lot of time that you deliberately wasted. Secondly, you must now realise I have this power that can make you answer questions honestly. I will visit you frequently and ask such questions as is necessary to find out that you are helping her and that you are not trying to seduce other students. In other words, I will be like your supervisor. However I will do it in such a way as not to seemingly undermine your position in the Uni. Do you agree to that? Or would you prefer the police route?"

Forced to answer, he agreed. "Remember," I went on, "She is in charge of you as far as the work she is doing goes. Remember also, that should you decide that we have left it too long to take the tape to the police, we can always ask them to investigate the Carol Harper affair." By this time the man's face was white and he looked ten years older but he seemed a little relieved that he wouldn't be imprisoned, at least not for the time being. His thoughts showed a mixture of anger and resignation but I believe he will do what he agreed to. We decided not to start any work on Kathy's project until Monday so as to give everyone a chance to come to terms with the new arrangement.

I called to see Jean after dropping off the girls. The house is coming along fine although there still seems a lot to do and the backyard is full of builder's supplies. She's invited us to tea at her house tonight.