Tina collapsed on the bed, face first. She barely spent the effort to take off her shoes first.

The last twenty-four hours had been very eventful, and even more stressful. Everything seemed to have worked out in the end, but she still couldn't completely shake all the stress. She started shivering involuntarily and soon trembled all over. Rationally, she surmised this was probably some kind of physical reaction to all the mental stress that she had tried to suppress, like a light PTSD. It was somewhat frightening to be unable to stop her body from trembling despite her best efforts. She rolled on her side and curled up in a fetus position, folding her arms around her legs.

Everything was okay now, she tried to convince herself. Okay, that was a pointless lie. Everything was not okay, but the situation had at least improved somewhat. She considered it very likely the Council was still searching for her. With any luck, this place was a reasonably safe hiding place. Speaking of safe, or rather not safe: Haley was likely to seek revenge, and no matter how hard she could bluff the principal, she was not comfortable stabbing someone with lethal intent.

Admittedly, boundless optimism just was not her strongest forte. Intentional self-delusion was also high on the list of skills she sucked at. Fortunately, her trembling seemed to dissipate on its own. Hopefully, this would not be a regular occurrence. She'd rather not get Parkinson like her father -- or rather, Martin's father -- at the age of fourteen. Especially since there was a 50% chance of being demented ten years after getting a Parkinson's disease diagnosis.

She tried to more rationally evaluate her current situation. Physically, she was mostly fine. A bit sore, but not too bad. Haley had been surprisingly gentle, and very generous with the lubricant, for which Tina was extremely generous. There was a feeling of numbness in her butt, accompanied by a big number of somewhat faded bruises from the spanking. It hurt a lot less than she had expected. Possibly one of the advantages of having a little extra fat on your bones.

Mentally, she felt a bit shaken. Possibly more than a bit. While she wasn't quite as unwilling as she told the principal, she had been forced to do a lot of sexual activities she normally never would have agreed to.

In hindsight, the experience of being caught by a charm spell had been quite frightening. Primarily because she had felt absolutely nothing at all first. When Haley hugged her to transmit the spell, if Tina hadn't caught a signal from the girl, she would never have guessed that anything was wrong. Well, except for Haley’s lack of respect for personal space. Much later, when the charm actually took effect, she felt incredibly comfortable in Haley's company. It felt like being in love, without all the attached nervousness. Knowing that she was under a spell made no difference, it was like trying to convince herself the world was flat when she knew for certain that it was round.

Her first gamble was pretending to fall under the charm long before the spell actually affected her. That allowed her to control what came out if her mouth, rather than blabbering mindlessly having been robbed of her free will. Haley really ought to have noticed something wrong, but whether through convincing acting or sheer luck, she had swallowed everything Tina wanted her to believe hook, line, and sinker.

Tina was fortunate enough to catch a signal of Haley’s thoughts right after asking her thoughts on the council. Since it appeared that the principal was antagonistic to the council, Tina decided to stick to the truth. She had had a backup plan in case Haley's impression of the council had been favorable: to pretend to be one of their secret agents. But sticking to the truth, even if a somewhat truncated one, made it so much easier not to mess up her story later.

Her second gamble was the way she confronted the principal about the episode. She, too, accepted everything with no misgivings, even Tina's straight up bluffs. Somewhat surprising, she appeared to think of Tina as intimidating, which hadn’t actually been her intention.

All in all, either Tina's luck was exceptional, or she was a much better spy than she gave herself credit for. Her talents helped immensely in that regard. She couldn’t help notice that something regarding them had changed. Either they had grown stronger, or she was just paying more attention to it now. If they had evolved, why and when had that happened? She found it highly unlikely being a girl had anything to do with it. Maybe she had unconsciously started training herself after Caroline’s testing awoke her curiosity?

Speaking of spy-related abilities -- at least the James Bond-type of spy -- there were the… endeavors that happened between the two gambles. Since she pretended to be under Haley’s spell, she needed to keep up the act and go along with all of Haley’s suggestions. At that point, she was partially under the charm spell anyway. The problem was that she didn’t know how charmed people reacted to suggestions. Would they act like lovestruck teenagers: eager to go along with any suggestions from their loved ones, as long as they did not directly contradict any feelings connected to disgust? Or would they act more like hypnotized victims: passively accepting anything that was suggested to them? It was critical that Haley didn’t suspect her, so she went with the safer of the two alternatives: the second one.

That meant allowing Haley free reign over her body. It was an extremely mixed experience overall. Some of the activities Haley initiated were eye-opening, allowing Tina to taste experiences she otherwise most likely never would have agreed to. Other experiences were less welcome, but experiences nonetheless. Spanking, for example, was not going to be Tina’s favorite bedroom activity anytime soon.

Haley’s collection of sex toys was downright impressive, especially considering her age and the amount of disposable income youths at that age usually possessed. Even more impressive was her obvious experience with them. Among Martin’s old age group, it was not unusual for people to have grown tired of vanilla sex and attempt to spice things up, particularly in long-running relationships. For Haley’s age, Tina had believed, at least up to now, that it was more common to stick to the normal routines.

She could think of one natural reason why Haley was so much more knowledgeable about sex toys compared to Martin at that age. Two, in fact. First, the fact that she was female: maybe girls tended to talk more or read more about this kind of stuff? Second, growing up with the Internet. When Martin was at that age, he had only gotten free access to the ‘net during his late teen years. He had spent plenty of time on porn sites, but hadn’t seen the need to visit the more kinky stuff. Normal, hot porn stars were more than enough to get him off and then some.

At some point during yesterday’s sex marathon, the charm spell took complete hold of Tina. In hindsight, it could be described as somewhat trippy. Martin had at one point been pressured into trying some hallucinogens by his peers. He never learned exactly what he was given, he just swore never to try stuff like that again. At that period of his life, he was suffering from depression, which might have been related to why his friends wanted him to try something like that in the first place. The drug took him to the tallest peaks, but also to the very bottom of his most deep-seated fears.

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The feeling of being under the charm spell reminded Tina of being at the heights of the hallucinogenic drug. Everything felt wonderful, and whatever Haley did only made it better. She was willing to do everything Haley said, and every word out of her mouth was the Word of God. It felt like she was in control of her own thoughts all the time, she just happened to agree with Haley on everything.

Not to mention the pleasure! Every time Haley touched her, it felt like explosions went off inside her. Every time she pulled her hand away, the longing for more of her touch was unbearable. When Haley finally allowed her to come, the orgasm had rocked her so hard she almost lost consciousness. Easily better than any orgasm Martin had ever experienced.

When the charm spell faded, she retained all her memories. If she hadn’t known she had been affected by a spell, she would easily have believed her memories to be her own genuine experiences. Only by very critically examining them was she able to discover that they didn’t quite match with what she otherwise thought and felt.

Tina could easily see how Haley earned herself a small cult, consisting of people willing to do anything to go through similar experiences again. Even now, she felt a sense of longing, to return to the embrace of her fantastic lover, like a light heartbreak.

While deep in her thoughts, her cell phone called for Tina’s attention with its message sound. She strongly considered just ignoring it, but curiosity got the better of her. Who had her number? She couldn’t remember giving it to anyone after receiving a new SIM card from Heidi.

The thoughts of Heidi and Annie’s loud lovemaking came into her mind as she gathered her will to stand up from the bed. Since then, she had experienced some pretty hefty lesbian lovemaking of her own. So, was she a lesbian now? Well, she couldn’t deny that there were parts she really enjoyed. But did she enjoy it because her partner was female, or would she have enjoyed it regardless of her lover? The fact that she was being forced into it was something of a dampener on the memory. She was not a fan of being at the complete mercy of someone else, regardless of who they were. At least not involuntarily. Maybe it was different if she willingly gave up control?

To find out if she really was lesbian, or at least bi-curious, she would have to find a man, or rather a boy her age, and test the ropes with him. How eager was she to do that? Not very. Then again, she wasn’t actually too fond of bedding another girl again anytime soon, either. She needed more time to adjust first. That time ought to include a good amount of self-exploration in the form of masturbating, possibly with some new sex toys. That was one of the most eye-opening experiences she had enjoyed: personally learning about sex toys she had at best seen at a distance. She was already wet thinking about all this. Too bad this heavily surveillanced cell was not the place to do something about it.

Finally out of the bed, she picked up her cell phone and brought up the message. She could feel what she imagined to be the blood draining from her face, only to immediately return in full force as her heart sped up. Quite obviously, she had given her number to someone: Haley. Or the girl might just have borrowed Tina’s phone to send a message to herself. She couldn’t remember either of the two possibilities, but she couldn’t argue with the fact that she was looking at a message from Haley right now.

It wasn’t the sender that shocked her as much as the contents. Three pictures, all of Tina, in all her naked glory. Pretty poor quality, she idly noted; no flash had been used, and the camera had problems focusing in the somewhat dark room. Still clear enough to easily see the motive.

The first picture was of Tina lying on her back, with the obviously female photographer sitting on her face. Each of Tina’s arms was secured to her ankles with straps. She recalled the scene. It happened after the charm took full effect, and her memory was still clear on the fact that Haley's pussy tasted divine.

The two other pictures were equally compromising. Below the pictures, a fairly short message was written: “Just wanted to share some pictures of our wonderful lovemaking. Almost sent the message to the wrong recipient. That would've been a bit embarrassing, right?”

Tina mentally crosschecked her ‘subtle threat manual’ and translated it: “You’ve challenged her Highness, the Queen. Obey and submit, or I’ll spread nasty pictures and accompanying rumors to kingdom come. Good luck with your student life when everyone looks at you like a total slut.”

She may accidentally have taken a few cues from the ‘book of sarcasm’ in that translation. Regardless, she was pretty sure that was the general idea behind the message. It was pretty easy to deduce that Haley had just had a conversation with the principal, and was not pleased with what she was told.

If Tina had only fourteen years of life experience behind her, this would be a pretty damning threat. There were not many youths strong-willed enough to simply ignore that everyone around her had seen their naked pictures and thought of them as a slut. Even the most ardent of them would at best pretend to ignore the stares.

Fortunately for Tina, she had way more life experience. While she wasn’t exactly happy that everyone around her would see her in an extremely compromising situation, the alternative was way, way worse. To submit might seem like the easy route at first, but she was certain Haley would do everything in her power to dig Tina deeper into her prison of blackmail material.

Also, the notion that she was a slut just because she had sex was something she really didn’t subscribe to. There was nothing wrong enjoying sex between two consenting partners, regardless of whether you were a man or a woman or the numbers of partners you'd previously had. Come to think of it, what was the point of having the word ‘slut’ in the vocabulary in the first place, except to shame women? She surprised herself with how strongly she felt about this. More hormonal influence?

Returning her train of thought from the slight sidetracking: She had an idea how to use Haley's message to her advantage. She typed a reply: “I’m very grateful for your concern. Thank you for writing to me personally to warn me of a very undesirable scenario. How fortunate for me that the law is very clear on the fact that it is illegal to have sex with people under the age of consent. It is also illegal to share private pictures taken during the act without the partner’s explicit consent. If the worst should come to pass, I now have a written statement confirming your involvement.”

A threat for a threat. She considered toning the sarcasm down a bit, but decided against it. While she wasn’t keen on making unnecessary enemies, she was not afraid of antagonizing existing enemies. A skilled negotiator knew when to be polite, and when to tighten the screws. Martin hadn't earned his nickname as the hell-handler by merely smiling all the time.

The question was, how effective was the threat? Was Haley the type of person who accepted a loss and admitted her mistakes? Tina’s intuition told her no, in bold, uppercase letters. She was more the ‘if I can't win, I'll make sure everyone loses’ type of player. Most likely, she was going to try to be clever, spreading pictures and rumors in a way that couldn't be traced directly to her. But spread them, she would, most definitely. By the end of the week, it was highly likely everyone in the school would see her pictures. In return, she ought to make good of her own threat.

Fuck. It suddenly struck Tina that she couldn't simply walk up to a police station and share her troubles. When if she had reasonably good evidence, the police would need to confirm her identity, which was pretty much impossible. And even if she should miraculously accomplish that, she would leave a paper trail for her pursuers to find.

So much for that idea. Not fulfilling your threats was an effective way to diminish future negotiation power. She should at least make sure the other threat was not empty, which meant getting her hands on a knife of some kind.

One option was to buy one in town. The other was to get it from people that were allowed to carry them around here. People like the security personnel. She had a written statement from the principal, after all, so why not try her luck?

She walked to the door and knocked.