12 comments/ 17300 views/ 5 favorites An Abuse of Power Ch. 01 By: subkatpunished It's cold and wet out, a dreary Fall day, he thinks as he sits at the train stop. There's a batch of new Jews coming in, and it is his job to lay out the rules for those coming in. He shifts back and forth on the balls of his feet, rocking heel to toe, silently fuming about the late train. It begins to drizzle and still he waits, his blood is boiling in impatience and his clothes are soaked and heavy when the train finally screeches to a halt. Dirty, smelling, wearing rags they pile out onto the platform. He steps back, making room for them all on the platform. He goes through the rules quickly, eager to get out of the rain, but this only makes him come across as cold and professional, which is a benefit in a way, since they will listen and fear him. After his makeshift orientation he leads the group to the gates where they will be separated by gender. He watches impassively as men go to the left and women to the right, wishing they would hurry. Occasionally he swats a pair with a riding crop when they cling to each other, trying to avoid separation. Suddenly, he catches a flash of blue eyes, they stand out so much they almost startle him. "You!" He cries, pointing his crop at the blue eyed girl. She continues to shuffle numbly along. He pushes a few people out of the way, racing to catch her. "You, with the blue eyes" he cries, this time she turns to look at his shouting. When she finds him staring at her, her eyes widen in fear and she stops in her tracks. "Come here!" he calls. But she doesn't move. Her knuckles are white as they cling to keep her thin dress around her, like that will keep her warm in this weather. "Come. Here" he says, softer, but somehow colder. One of her feet moves towards him, and she looks startled by this. It is a full second before the other foot follows. She stands before him, eyes on his shoes although they occasionally flit up fearfully to look at his face. He eyes her coldly, her figure is hidden in a baggy but thin dress but he suspects she may be just what he needs. "I need a housekeeper" he sneers. "Follow me." She doesn't move, and he has walked a full five feet to realize that she is not following. The subordinate officers are beginning to snicker when he turns around, slowly. When she still doesn't move, he storms up to her and slaps her across the face, hard. "Are you stupid?" he snarls. Clutching her face she shakes her head. "Then follow me. Now" he sneers, and this time she does, wobbling behind him, still clutching her face. He enters the house and leads her to the bathroom. He handcuffs her hands to the shower head and begin to remove her clothes. Her body trembles but he only removes her head scarf and coat. Then he turns on the cold water and she gasps in shock, squirming to get away from the icy jet but she can't move far enough away from the icy jet. She tries to press her wet form against the wall, gasping at the cold. He watches the wet dress cling to her body and finds what he was hoping for: large perfect breasts, the nipples poking out painfully in the cold water. His cock hardens and he reaches over to turn off the water. She stands shaking, her eyes refusing to meet his despite his closeness. "Would you like warm water?" he asks and she slowly brings her eyes to his and nods, distrustingly. "I'm going to wash you" he says, slowly, turning the water back on and letting it warm up as he removes her dress, peeling off the discolored and used under garments with disgust. "New things, you will have new things" he promises and she meets his eyes, nodding, but she still looks cautious. Slowly, he removes his clothes and steps into the warm water behind her. She instantly stiffens. He holds back for a moment, watching the water cascade over her curves. He moves forward, reaching for the soap and his hard cock brushes against her buttocks. She jerks away, but he ignores this and grabs the shampoo. Gently he washes her hair, letting the suds drip between her buttocks. He grabs a bar of soap and begin with her shoulders, washing them, then under her arms, relishing at her soft skin. When his hands reach around to her breasts and she freezes, body stiff. He reaches up to her face and turns it towards him, waiting patiently until she brings her eyes up to his. "There is no point in refusing me. You are MINE. No one will stop me" he says, matter of factly. Her body doesn't relax, her bottom lip begins to quiver, but her gaze is steady. He meets her gaze and begins to rub soap all over her chest. She turns her eyes away, but twice he catches her with her eyes half closed in pleasure as he handles her breasts and nipples with delicate care. The lather from the soap bubbles over them, and her nipples form hard peaks that stand out against the bubbles. He rubs his palms over them, pinching them softly between his fingers. His cock aches as he patiently washes the rest of her body. Rubbing her belly, down her legs, her calves and her body relaxes as he moves down her body, intentionally avoiding her pussy. When he stands he can barely control himself, his hard cock throbs with want. He presses against her back, his cock presses into the small of her back as his hand snakes around her waist, then down. She jerks away as his finger parts her pussy lips, but he feels her want. He knows she wants to be filled. When she squirms again his other hand grips her waist tightly and he whispers in her ear menacingly "Remember you are mine. Fighting won't help." Then his hand moves between her legs, his palm pressing against her clit, but after a moment she presses her back against his chest, her breath coming hard. After a moment, he withdraws his hand and grips her waist, bending her forward as much as allowable with her hands still attached to the shower head. She realizes his plans a moment too late and just as she begins to squirm and the word "No" forms on her lips he pushes inside her with a long slow thrust. Him being inside her seems to set her off, she struggles furiously. The sound of her handcuffs clanging against the shower head are almost deafening. Calmly, he grips her hips more tightly and stays buried inside her, even as she struggles against him. The movement of her body as she struggles is intoxicating as her pussy moves around him, tight and wet and moving spasmodically. "Shhhhh" he whispers in her ear as her struggles begin to slow, then to stop. As she stands panting, his cock still buried deep inside her she lets out a low sigh of defeat. He recognizes her sigh for what it is and begins to move in and out of her, slowly at first, relishing the way she feels around him. She doesn't fight him, her body limp, accepting his thrusts, which are growing more urgent. She lets out a low groan of horror when she feels his cock erupt deep inside her, filling her. He withdraws with a moan of appreciation, then steps out to dry off. He unlocks her hands and she begins to rub her raw wrists, letting the blood flow back into her numb fingertips. He leads her out of the shower, wrapping her in a towel and begins to pat her dry. "Do you know what a submissive is?" he asks, his heart pounding in his chest. An Abuse of Power Ch. 02 Six days have passed since he explained what a submissive is and what his expectations would be of one. He's given her a week to think about it. And in the spirit of fairness, he's made it clear she will remain in his house despite her answer. But he wants her, no, needs her to say yes. It will be so much more fulfilling if he knows she wants to be there. In the meantime, she has blossomed. The house is immaculate. His bed is always turned down at the end of the day and he's never even seen her touch his clothes, but they are always cleaned and pressed and returned to his closet. Whenever he has seen her, she smiles shyly before her eyes fall to the floor. He replays their conversation in his mind for the hundredth time. She's obviously inexperienced, but, not a virgin. She said nothing during his explanation, but her eyes widened at several points. He explained the significance of the collar, his expectations and summed it up with "if you do what I want, you will be rewarded. If you do not, you will be punished. It is really that simple." This week has been agonizing. Tomorrow, I will know tomorrow. He keeps repeating to himself. He tosses and turns that night, when he wakes up it feels like he's barely slept at all. But he spies a sheet of paper on the floor. Written in beautiful cursive is: Hard Limits Nothing that will leave a mark that lasts more than 24 hours, including burning or caning. Nothing involving bodily waste. No doing or saying anything that would let my family know what we are doing. No hitting my face. If you can agree with these, than I will be your sub. Sincerely, Katherine He raises his eyebrows as he reads, surprised that she would have thought of these items, but impressed that she is taking advantage of a sub's ability to set hard limits. His past subs came up with limits only when things went too far. This sub is obviously more thoughtful than the others. As he exits his room he spies her in the hallway, leaning in close as he passes he whispers "be in my room at 7:00 tonight." She blushes, gives her small shy smile and nods before moving on. When he enters his room, she is sitting calmly on the bed, her legs crossed at the ankles. She doesn't smile, in fact, she seems...depleted. His heart sinks, has she changed her mind? "I-I need, I'd like to ask you a favor" she stammers. Her eyes flick between her folded hands sitting in her lap, and his face; she sounds apprehensive. He nods encouragingly. "It's my sister" she says, pausing to steal a glance at him. He says nothing but again nods. "She's broken her arm" she says timidly. "She's broken her arm and she's trying to hide it from the guards, but she's assigned to dig trenches and it won't be long before they find out. I need her to go somewhere where she can heal, without any of the guards knowing she's hurt" she says, the words tumbling over each other in her haste and nervousness. His eyes widen in surprise, he's never heard her speak so much. "Welllllll" he says slowly, his mind reeling. "That can be arranged. I suppose she could go to the medical facility, and roll bandages, deliver meals to patients, that sort of thing" he answers carefully. "Thank you!" she says, her face brightening and she lunges forward, hugging him. He reaches up and carefully unwraps her arms from around his neck. She sees his stricken face and pulls back, suddenly apprehensive. "What is it?" she asks. "Have you seen your family since you arrived?" he asks, woodenly. She looks like she's been slapped. "No, no I haven't" she answers, her voice thick with emotion. Her answer is like a punch to the gut. He nods, collecting his thoughts. She watches him as he stands, and then begins pacing. "So, when would you like to begin my training?" she asks, tentatively, not sure if interrupting his pacing is a good idea. "Tomorrow" he answers, brusquely. She nods, confused by his sudden change, but stands and walks to the door. She has one foot in the hallway when he stops her. "Did you agree to be my sub just because of your family?" he blurts out. She turns to look at him, understanding dawning on her face. "In part" she answers. "But, I also want to be your sub, very much" she adds, blushing brightly before she wishes him goodnight and shuts the door softly behind her. He sits down heavily. His mind racing, cock throbbing. He jumps up and races to his desk, where he begins to furiously scribble all his training plans for his new sub. An Abuse of Power Ch. 03 She knocks timidly at the door, delicately balancing her Master's breakfast tray. He opens the door, arches his eyebrows and smirks smugly as he stands aside to let her pass. She sets it on the bed, then stands awkwardly, eyes on the ground, taking small furtive glances to meet his eyes. He looks tired, she decides. She doesn't know he stayed awake planning her training. He hands her a sheet of paper and brusquely says "Be back in my room at noon, and have this memorized" and he holds the door open for her to leave. She takes the sheet of paper and leaves, glancing at the paper with a puzzled expression on her face. The paper reads: Rules No eye contact when you are collared. Address me as Master when collared. When I tell you to be somewhere, I mean be in your collaring position at that time. Do NOT be late. Choose a safe word. It should be a single syllable. Tell me what it is when I see you at noon. Carefully she folds the paper, and quizzes herself on it throughout the day. Her hands are trembling when she climbs the stairs to his room. She undresses slowly, carefully folding her clothes and setting them on a chair. She delicately arranges herself in the collaring position, stretching her fingers out over her thighs. She takes deep breaths, trying to calm her pounding heart, but this is futile when she hears the slow methodical thump of his boots as he comes up the stairs. She takes in a deep breath when she hears his hand rattle the door handle before pushing it open. He stops in his track for a moment, his eyes traveling over her body. She looks at him curiously, then throws her eyes to the floor, remembering the first rule. After a moment he moves forward, shaken from his trance. He walks nearer to her, circling her slowly. "What is rule two?" he asks, his finger tracing a delicate pattern on her shoulder. Her mind races, she knows this, but what is it? "I will address you as Master, when collared. Master" she adds hastily. "What safe word have you chosen?" he asks, leaning closer, brushing her hair away from her neck and leaning in to kiss her neck. "Air" she answers. "Air, what?" he says, reaching around to give her nipple a sharp tug, his voice suddenly sharp. "Master. Air, Master" she answers, gasping. "Very good" he purrs, continuing to rub her right breast, kissing her neck. She breaths out softly, moaning slightly. He stands, and moves in front of her, slowly removing his belt, and unzipping his pants. He lets them fall, then removes his shorts so she can see his hard cock. It's been throbbing since he opened the door and saw her waiting for him. She looks startled, but senses what he wants, and leans in, letting the tip of his cock press against her lips. Her small pink tongue darts out and runs over the head. She glances up at him for his reaction, but his eyes are closed, his head falling back as she takes the head in her warm, wet mouth. She pushes more in, and he groans in appreciation. She runs her tongue over the underside of his shaft, wetting it, and then slides more of his cock in her mouth, pushing until she gags and her mouth floods with saliva. "Yesssss" he groans, appreciating her eager tongue sliding over his cock as she rocks back and forth, pushing him in and out of her mouth. He runs his fingers through her hair, but doesn't push her, she's going deep enough on her own. She doesn't go fast, but her moderate pace is causing waves of pleasure to surge through him. Her hands reach up, and grip his thighs, using them as leverage as she rocks back and forth. He grips her hair between his fingers and pulls her against him, hard. She gags and pushes against his thighs but he erupts inside her mouth, groaning loudly as he releases her. She swallows hard, falling back, then wipes the saliva from her chin. He stands before her, breathing hard, letting his orgasm fade away. "Good girl" he pants. He pulls his pants up, redressing. "I have work, but that was very good. I will see you tonight at 9:00, and you will get a reward for that excellent job" he leans down, kissing her hair. "By the way, your sister has been transferred to the hospital, for light duty" he says before shutting the door. And she settles back, resting her back against the bed, confused, but unable to admit she is eager for tonight.