1 comments/  28464 views/  0 favorites

Forced to Submit

By: Squeaky37



When he awoke, it was to find his arms stretched above his head, and his legs bound together. From the way he was lying, naked, and the drop away from either side, he realised he was on either a narrow bed, or a bench of some sort. The whole room was dark, and he could see nothing except for a light shifting underneath the doorway, on his right. He could hear a babble of talk coming from above, and as he lay their struggling against the shackles on his wrists, his energy began to drain. 

It must have been hours before the voices all died away. In that time, he was able to try and remember the events leading to the time he woke up. He remembered being at a bar, glancing over at a few women. His glance had lingered on one of them, and when he had motioned to her that he would like to buy her a drink, she had sauntered over. He remembered them chatting and laughing, and then she had offered to drive him home. From then on his mind was a blank. He couldn't even remember the name of the girl, or in fact if she had even revealed that to him. He heard a set of tyres squealing on a path, and fell back into sleep.

This time when he woke up, he was lying face down on the floor, with his arms and legs hog-tied behind his back. He started to struggle, but the handcuffs held tightly, and by the noise they made as the clattered against metal, the cuffs were padlocked shut. He twisted his head to try and see, but it was still dark in the room. He was about to scream out, when he heard faint footsteps, coming down steps towards the door. The door opened, and in that split second, he was blinded by the bright light shining from behind the silhouette. Then the door closed again, and he was left to adjust his eyes to the darkness. 

The steps circled around him, and suddenly he felt a cooling sensation on his skin. Hands coated in what felt like latex, ran the length of his naked body. Dragging slowly over his shoulders, down his spine, making it tingle. He arched his back and gasped, while the hands slid over his arms, and then over his legs. The X bar was removed from the cuffs, and one hand grabbed his hair and turned him over, so that he was lying on his back. He longed to fight back, but his body felt totally drained, and all he could do was lie there while these hands searched his body. The hands touched gently at his face, then roughly pulled his hands up, and attached a short chain to each wrist, so that he could not separate them. 

It was no longer the whole hand caressing his chest, but a single finger. With a gasp, he jerked to a near sitting position, as he felt teeth grasping his nipple, pulling and twisting slightly. The cold air flooded back, shocking him, and he felt his captor moving away from him. There was a slight jangling sound, before he felt two latex covered boots pressing either side of his chest. A hand pulled his head up by his hair, dragging an elastic strap over the back of his head, and fitting a ball gag into his mouth, so that he couldn't make a sound. He heard that jangling again, and felt fingers grasping at his nipple; squeezing it til it was erect. Without warning, cold sharp metal clamps were attached, and he would have screamed out in pain, if the ball gag hadn't been tightly in place. As he felt the fingertips flicking his other nipple, he knew exactly what was about to happen, so when the metal clips were once again attached, it took him to a new level of pain. 

Suddenly he felt the weight of a high-heeled foot, between his nipples, which pushed down, causing his breathing to become more difficult. With the foot in place, his captive attached a chain to both nipples and gave it a short sharp tug. He tried to scream in pain, and choked on the gag in his mouth. After a few more testing tugs, the torturer appeared to be satisfied. He felt another chain being attached to handcuffs, and a mechanical sound began. His hands were being used to raise him, up high. His feet only just grazed the floor. 

He was left like this for about half an hour, his arms in agony after this time. Without any warning at all, a light was switched on, and he was able to let his eyes adjust to his new surroundings.

To his left was the bench that he had originally awoken upon. Between the bench and the door, (the door was along the wall on his right) was a metal cage. This was empty, except for several set of handcuffs, and some rather daunting chains, all ending with vicious looking clips and various clamps. Beyond that was a wall. Hanging upon the wall was a range of items. All of which he could see would be used for torture of some kind. He shuddered. 

"Now now." Came a voice from behind him. He tried to twist himself round to see the speaker, but could not move due to the restraints. "My collection doesn't frighten you does it?" He was about to reply when he realised that the gag was still in his mouth. "That's right. Stay quiet. Any energy you waste now trying to struggle or talk could be useful later." The voice definitely belonged to a woman, but strangely not the woman that he had met in the bar. This voice was distinctly more husky, and he found her words, her pronunciation far more erotic. "Before we start your first lesson, we will begin with a short history. The question you want to ask is, ‘why am I here?' Yes?" He tried to speak but settled just for nodding his head.

"A dear friend of mine met you in a bar, and decided after talking with you for some while that you would be the perfect gift for me…a new toy if you wish. She drugged you and brought you here, where you have been in my care for two days. She also established that you did not have a family or a pressing job that would mean people would miss you. You are quite unmissed, so I believe. I have spent several long hours watching you, finding out whether her assumption that you would make a good slave was correct. If she had been wrong, I would have returned you to the area in which she found you." At these words he began to panic, they weren't near his home? "Fortunately, I have one final test…most don't make it this far I have to tell you." He felt the latex glove move up the inside of his thigh from behind him to squeeze his balls lightly. The woman let them drop and walked around in front of him.

As his head hung with his chin brushing his chest, he was first able to view her feet. These were coated, as he had assumed, with latex boots that ran to just above her knees. The heels of these had a stunningly sharp metal point, which he realised had been pressed against his skin earlier. She was wearing a tight black latex cat suit, and the join from this to her boots was almost invisible. She had beautiful curved hips, which the suit clung to, accentuating her breast, which had silver spiders webs across the nipple area. The outfit had no sleeves, so instead her arms were covered to just above her elbow with latex gloves. ‘God' he thought to himself. He had always asked his previous girlfriends to dress in this kind of outfit for him, but they had all been too self-conscious. 

Clutched in one hand was a set of handcuffs that looked larger than a normal set. In the other hand were a group of keys. He raised his head slightly to look at her face. 

The first thing that struck him were her eyes. They were a piercing blue that he knew had been watching him drinking in the sight of her. They reflected an intelligence, and a silent hunger. 

Her mouth was curled into a smirk, as if she could read his mind. He was suddenly aware that his breathing had uncontrollably increased, just from looking at her. Her blonde hair bounced upon her shoulders, and she took a few steps towards him.

"So," she said, pulling his face up by his chin so that he could look her in the eyes. "I have inspected you, and now you have inspected me…at least visually. And now we come to the final test, before we begin…"

With these words she strode away from him towards the wall. She stood in front of the wall picking objects off the wall and replacing them. Every so often she would glance back to see whether she thought she would be able to use it on him. She turned with something silver in her hand, and she walked back towards him. He glanced at the swaying of her hips and was suddenly aware that there was a zipper, which she could obviously undo in order to access her pussy.

She walked straight past him and laid the object on a small table behind him. He tried twisting round but yet again he failed. 

"Seeing as you are so desperate to be mobile during this, I'm afraid I'm going to have to restrain you further. We can't have you kicking out now, can we?" It was only now that he realised that his leg cuffs were gone, and that he could have moved his feet in anyway that he pleased. This wouldn't have helped much as the tips of his toes only brushed the ground, and he was in the most comfortable position he could possibly have been in. She walked round in front of him, cradling his cock in her hands before dropping to her knees. He almost expected her to take him in her mouth, and this thought caused him to show his excitement more than he had wished too. She looked straight up at him, with a devilish look in her eyes, and whispered "bad boy." Again she lowered her head, but instead of putting her smooth lips over him, she grabbed his right ankle. 

Feeding the chain that linked the cuffs through a ring in the floor, she was able to secure his legs so that he couldn't even move his ankles without a severe pain on his arms. 

He squeezed his eyes shut to try and bring feeling back into his stiff limbs, and when he reopened them, she was standing facing him holding what looked like a small pizza slice. Only, instead of a sharp smooth blade that ran all the way around, the edge was lined with spikes. Small silver spikes along the wheel of it. She walked close to him and whispered gently in his ear, "Maybe it's best if you don't watch this." With these words she grabbed the tip of his ear with her teeth, and pulled slowly away. Then whipping the blindfold out from nowhere she proceeded to cover his eyes. 

He dreaded being back in the darkness, and jumped as he felt her finger trace down his chest, stopping just above his stomach. This hand then moved back up the same line, up the side of his neck, still so soft, and then with a jerk pulling his head back. The hand held his head there, and that's when he felt it. At first it was just a light prickling near his neck that made him shudder. Then he realised that the spiked wheel was being traced down the line that she had made with her finger. The pressure of the wheel increased, the further down his body it went. But at the point that she had removed her finger, he felt her pull the wheel away, and the hand left the back of his head.

Her finger traced a horizontal line across his stomach, faster this time. He knew what she was about to do. However he had not expected her to drag the spikes that fast across his skin, and he was sure that she had snagged the skin in such a way that it would have drawn blood. 

When she traced her hand along the shaft of his cock, he wanted to scream at her. There was no way she was going to drag those points over his cock, was there?

She left him expecting her to drag the wheel along his shaft for what seemed like hours, although it could only have been five minutes. Suddenly he felt her hands on the back of his head. He was confused, what was she doing?

"I am removing your gag. I advise you not to scream. In fact, I order you not to scream. What good will it do you? No one will hear you. These walls are as soundproof as they look. However, I do not wish you to scream. Therefore, you will not." With the gag removed from his mouth, he was able to breathe a bit better, and he was able to lick his dried out lips. 

"Good. I see you are learning. Now I must assess whether you believe my words. As you know, I AM about to drag this beautifully crafted wheel along your shaft. I will do it as hard and as fast as I feel like. However, you are not to make any sound, or you will wish that I had forced you to keep that gag in your mouth. Trust me, I can make any number of your worst nightmares come true. I do not wish you to speak at all, even if I ask you a question. I request merely that you nod or shake your head in reply. Do you understand?"

He raised his head and nodded twice. He still had the blindfold on, and had no idea what she was doing. He felt her hand clasp his cock tightly round the base, forcing him to become hard. He gritted his teeth, as he felt the line of spikes press lightly on the flesh. His fists clenched. He refused to scream. 

She drew the spikes lightly up his shaft, so that it barely tickled. He heard her draw a breath and then the spikes dug in hard. He threw his head back in agony. Just below the head of his cock he could feel the spikes pressing so hard he was almost sure that they had pierced the skin. 

"Shhhh" She murmured and took the metal off of his skin. He realised his breathing was in short sharp bursts, and he was trying to gulp in air. She lent down, and he felt her warm lips brush across his shaft. Her tongue emerged and she licked along the line of pain. She stopped just before she reached the point where he was sure the blood must be. Her mouth opened, taking his cock into her mouth, only a small way, just over the head. He felt her teeth moving over the most sensitive part, and was just about to sigh when she bit down, hard. He was finding it hard not to scream out again…not through the pain, but because he needed a release so badly now. 

He hadn't wanted to admit it to himself but he had found everything that she was doing amazingly erotic, if it wasn't for the sheer pain that some of it was causing him. He hadn't noticed that she had removed her mouth from his shaft, and jumped when he felt her hands removing the blindfold. He looked straight into her eyes. She leant towards him and kissed him passionately on his lips. 

He kissed back, desperately trying to gain control, but she pulled away. She smirked then walked away, and started to lower the machinery. His arms finally were able to drop to his sides. She unhooked his hands, and disconnected his feet from their position on the floor. 

"Stand there, and DON'T move!" She told him. He did as she said. She walked to the table behind him, and although he had the urge to finally look round and see what was on the table he knew he couldn't. He dropped his gaze, and realised that where he had assumed he would be bleeding, he wasn't. There were a few small bruises appearing, a line of purple dots, but other than that there was nothing to show of his torture. 

She walked around in front of him holding out a black collar with four rings attached to it. "This is a collar. By accepting it, you are accepting my rules to do anything I say. You shall call me Miss, and answer to Slave. I don't want to hear anything but "yes miss", or "no miss" depending. You will only speak when I tell you to, no other time. I don't want to know anything else about you, or your past at this stage, unless I ask. Then you will answer. If I wish more than a yes no answer, you will state your answer as clearly as possible, and add, "miss" to the end of it. Say "yes miss" and hold still while I attached your collar."

He stood there speechless. She wanted him as her slave? He looked up, she was watching intently. His hands were held in front of him, protecting himself.

"I thought I made myself clear. That was not a question. You do not have a say in this. Say "yes miss". You have no choice. Speak now."

He was starting to panic. By saying this it was like signing a contract. But the conditions he was in was like signing a contract with a loaded gun pressed to his temple.

"Yes Miss." He murmered.

Forced To Submit



Background info

Mattie and Cerys are lesbian 24/7, D/s girlfriends. Cerys is a pushy bottom who often finds it hard to submit completely. Cerys tells the story in the first person.

I went to see Mattie at work. I wasn't allowed there ever and I buzzed her. She came over and looked mad.

"What are you doing here?"

"I want to see you."

"About what?"

"Nothing. I miss you."

"They do not know that I'm gay here. You have to leave."

"I don't want to leave."

"I will get you for this. Just go."

"Are you ashamed of me or something?"

"I will kill you for this. Go."

"Matt."

"They know me as Mattea here."

"Look at you, all fucking stuck up. Mattea. See you at home Mattea." I went out smiling thinking that that would do it. I went home and she worked till the normal time and then she came home. She had a boy with her who looked about eighteen. He smiled at me in a funny way.

"There she is. She's all yours."

"What? What are you talking about?" She grabbed hold of my throat and he got a collar out. I tried to pull away.

"No! I won't wear his collar." She pinned me up against a wall.

"You put that on or I'll let him take you out."

"He's just a kid. I want you. Please!"

"You are going to be punished for what you did today and you'll get what you deserve but for now I'm busy and this boy is going to start off your punishment."

"No! Please. I want you."

"Just get on with it." He started to put the collar on but I wouldn't let him. I pushed him away. He was nervous, I could tell so I bit him and ran upstairs. She came up slowly and grabbed my wrist. She cuffed and ankle cuffed me and then she collared me. I fought against her and she didn't even hit me. I begged her not to give me to the boy but I knew that she would never leave me alone with him even if she was saying she would. She liked to watch and she knew that I wanted it even though I fought against it. She dragged me back downstairs. The boy took hold of my collar.

"You'll have to tie her up."

"You do that. Be firm. She's a piece of shit and she deserves all that she gets. Take her away." He dragged me and I pulled at his hair. He wasn't able to stop me so she came with us and dragged me down to the basement. She threw me onto the bed that was there and tied one arm up to the post.

"Can you manage now?"

"Can I...."

"You can do whatever you want."

"O.k."

"Use a condom."

"I will." I thrashed about and managed to get up by twisting the strap around on my wrist. The bed was bolted down so I was stuck now. Mattie went and I knew she was watching from behind the mirror. The boy came towards me pulling on the collar till he had hold of it near to my throat and then he got all strong on me which was scary. He pulled me down onto the bed and twisted the cuff back again. He sat astride me and managed to fix the other arm to the other post. He then struggled and fixed my legs wide apart. I looked at him and he smiled.

"I haven't ever raped anyone before."

"Fuck you and let me go."

"Yeah you will fuck me."

"Let me go!"

"I know that you want it. I know that you like men really."

"I do not. This is rape. You'll go to jail for this."

"I don't think so." He could do whatever he wanted and I was powerless to stop him. He started taking my clothes off and I screamed and shouted at him that he was ugly and eventually I insulted him so much that he went to the dresser and found a gag. He held up a few different gags. "Hmmm. Now which shall I use?" "If you think that you are getting any of those near me then you have another think coming."

"You will submit to me. I might not be very strong but now I have you at my mercy and if you want to struggle then that's just fine by me. I like that. He reached down below the pillow and found the clips and clipped my collar to the bed. Then he slipped a gag over my mouth and I clamped my mouth closed. He suffocated me with his hand and I gasped for a breath and he got the gag in. It was the one I hated that held my mouth open. He strapped it on and then he got a chain and padlock and secured my neck so that I couldn't untie it myself. He untied my arms and then sat astride me.

"So. Fight me then." I closed my eyes.

"You open your eyes or I'll blindfold you as well. I want you to see this." He stood over me and started getting undressed. He had a big cock. He very suddenly got an erection and it was even bigger. I started struggling and moaning into the gag and he was soon naked. He smiled an evil smile and then sat down. I clawed at him and hit him but he seemed to love that even more. He put on a condom and then he reached down with the KY Jelly and put it all inside me even though I was wet anyway at the thought. I tried to get away from his touch but I had no chance. It was so frustrating having my arms free and still not being able to get away. He slowly inserted his penis inside me and it hurt. He was wide but the jelly made it easy for him to gain entry. He pushed in and then drew out again. I grabbed his hair and he just moaned in pleasure as I pulled it and battered him so I didn't do it as he raped me. He got faster and faster and I covered my eyes with my arms. He grabbed them and held them at either side of my head and carried on fucking me. He got faster and faster as he came and I came at the same time. He fell on top of me and breathed fast. He had hold of my arms strongly now as I fought to get him off me.

"I don't think so. Do you? She says that you like pain." I shook my head. He nodded.

"I just need to figure out how to move you now." He looked in the cupboards and brought out the chloroform. I went mental but he did it anyway and smothered me in it and I passed out. I came round attached to the ceiling. My arms were up in the air attached together and my feet were attached to a spreader bar between the ankles and fastened to the floor too. My legs were very wide apart. Much wider than Mattie did them but I was still standing. I was totally naked and I had the gag off now. I was blindfolded though and I fought to get away and felt a slap of a belt hit my backside for my trouble. He seemed to like me to scream and shout and the more I did the more he got going. I tried to stop but I was mad so I screamed at Mattie instead. He changed whips and got a light whip and came round the front and whipped my breasts. It hurt and I screamed at him to stop.

"I can't take that any more. You're going to damage me."

"Shut the fuck up alright! I've heard enough of your constant whining." He put a gag in now and it was the leather one that went in like a bit. He kissed me through it and I moved my head away. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and kissed my breasts and let go and went down. He started licking my clitoris. I started breathing heavily as he turned me on. He got faster and rougher and pulled me towards him with my buttocks and then he stood up and entered me. It was a shock. I gasped and he thrusted deep inside me as he was taller and he came up to meet me full depth. He thrust it deep inside me and I couldn't keep him out. He held me round the waist and felt my buttocks at the same time. His hands were all over me and he jammed his thumb to my clitoris as we both came. He took the gag out and held my head and kissed me hard on the mouth. I struggled to get away and he carried on bruising my lips. I could feel it.

"You are a whore. You enjoyed this. People who get raped do not cum my dear. You are such a slut." He went round the back and he undid my legs from the spreader bar and let me stand. He brought my arms down but they were still clipped together. I was disorientated and he made me walk with him through the room to the other side. He stood me against the table and started strapping my legs to the table legs .I couldn't get away as I was still tied up and so he managed it.

"No! I do not want this."

"What has your filthy mind thought up now? You deserve this. You're a fucking prostitute. Bend over!" He pulled my arms straight and tied them at either end of the table. I was bent over like an L shape and he made sure my legs were tied tight enough. I was totally exposed now and he put on a glove. I could hear him and then he started feeling inside me. He worked lube in to my cunthole until his whole hand was right inside me.

"Look, I've got a cunt on my hand."

"Fuck you!"

"I'll fuck you in a minute." He took his hand out and started putting one finger inside my asshole. I screamed for him to stop but he didn't. He climbed on top of me and whispered in my ear.

"Do you wish that you were gagged?"

"No."

"Then shut the fuck up or you will be. I have two more holes that this dick has to enter before I'm done so you might as well lie back and think of England."

"You are not sticking that thing in me again."

"And how will you stop me?"

"Mattie!! I'm sorry. Get him away from me!" "She can't hear you. She isn't here. She gave you to me now shut up or I will gag you." He suddenly took my blindfold off and I went dizzy as the light flooded back in. There was a huge mirror right in front of me and I could see him as he worked my anus loose. His face had changed as he had become more confident.

"You're too big to enter me from behind. Please don't do this."

"Beg me."

"No."

"You beg me and I'll think about it." I was too stubborn.

"You really want this don't you?"

"No."

"So beg then."

"I beg you. I'm begging you. Please don't." He was still working the anal ring loose and it was getting looser and looser and then he just entered me anyway laughing.

"You're a pathetic slut as well as a groveling one." I started to cry as he thrust in and out of my back passage. It hurt a lot. The biggest thing that I had ever had inside me was a dildo and that wasn't as big as him. He came eventually and so did I. I didn't mean to but it just happened and he laughed as he felt it. He withdrew and immediately stuck it in my cunt and carried on going. I was so sore and then he withdrew. He came round the front and dropped the condom and put another one on. He forced my mouth open and put a very wide gag in my mouth forcing it to stay open. He pulled my tongue out and held the end with a surgical tongue depressor. It was a clip and he had a weight on it that made my tongue stay out. He smiled and put his dick inside my mouth. This was a first for me and I fought it but he held my hair tight and I couldn't move and he gave himself a blowjob. I could taste the condom. I gagged a few times but got it under control. He came quickly and while I recovered he took one gag off and slipped the other one back on tying it tightly at the back of my head. I couldn't speak and I leant my head down on the table. I sighed and the room went quiet. I lay there for what seemed like ages and then I felt someone .I didn't lift my head and suddenly a paddle caught me right across the buttocks. I jumped and I knew it was Mattie. I didn't mind so much if it were her. I knew it was her after fifty blows as I was in agony and I was crying into the blindfold. Mattie didn't normally make me wear a gag and she took it off. She lifted my head up to hers and kissed me .She pulled the clips off and I went to speak. "Sh. You say one word and I'll bring him back. He can have you." I stopped speaking. She clipped my wrists behind my back and undid my legs. She pulled me by my collar and into the shower room. She turned the shower on and pushed me inside it. I thought that she would let me go now but she just showered me inside and out and then took me back out and dried me off.

"Now that the boy is off you I can start myself."

"I'm sorry about today." She whipped me with a cat and I jumped. I was standing now with my arms behind my back and blindfolded. She let me go and I didn't know where in the room I was.

"Come over here." I walked towards her voice but I banged in to something. She grabbed my collar and pulled me towards her and she lay me face down on the bed while she undid my hands. She turned me over. "You take that blindfold off and I'll batter you half to death. Do you understand?" "Yes." "I said do not speak!!" She yelled and hit me across the face. I tried to protect my self but I didn't know where she was. I was left laying on the mattress with just the blindfold on. She was so mad about what I had done that I daren't take the blindfold off. I lay and waited and then she came back. She sat astride me.

"Ask me what I'm going to do?"

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to pierce your nipples."

"No, that'll hurt. I don't want them pierced." She slapped my thigh ten times with the paddle and it stung like crazy.

"I don't expect you to speak unless I ask you something. You will fucking submit to me or else I will let the boy have you. Have you got that? I will bring him back and let him carry on. He has plenty of more ideas for you believe me."

"But...."

"You speak one more time and I will leave." I shut up and she loaded the piercing gun. I was tempted to cover my exposed nipples but I daren't because she would probably just pierce my hand or something. She positioned it and fired and it shot through. I sucked my breath in but it wasn't that painful so I let it go and then she did the other one with no warning. She stayed where she was but I knew she was reaching in her bag and she poured some pure alcohol on them and that stung. I arched my back and went to cover them and she slapped my hand away with the paddle which hurt almost as much. I held my hand then and sobbed. She leant down and kissed my mouth.

"There. That's pretty. I'll do your clit at the end but not now or you'll be useless to me." I crossed my legs without thinking and she laughed.

"You think that will stop me. I can pierce anywhere I damn well please. Are you going to stop me? Answer me!"

"No."

"So why do you think that crossing your legs like that will help you?"

"I didn't....I just...." "You just aren't ready to give yourself to me yet are you? I will keep you down here until you are as willing to do what I say as I think you should be. I'm going to get us some food now .You stay there and don't move. I mean a muscle. Put your arms out as if you're bound." I did.

"And your legs." I did that too.

"Can I speak please?"

"No."

"But..."

"I said no." I desperately needed the toilet and it looked like I was going to have to wet the bed which I had done before but I hated it. She laughed a horrible laugh. I wet the bed after a while as I couldn't hold it.

"I hope that doesn't burn you while I'm gone." She left me and I knew she had security camera trained on me. I stayed exactly where I was wishing that she had bound me because resisting an itch was a lot easier if you had no choice but this was agonizing trying to keep still. I managed it though and she came back.

"Get in that shower and clean yourself up." She dragged me over and threw me in and I showered in the dark. I heard her changing the bed which she did on a regular basis and she came to get me. She wrapped a blanket round me and pulled me up to the table. We ate a small meal. When I had eaten she pulled the stool to a space in the middle of the room and I was in an empty space. She then started cracking the whip at me from all round the room. It hit the tops of my arms and my inner thighs. She could hit with precision and then she hit my breasts. My instant reaction was to protect them and she snapped it at the backs of my hands so I moved them away. I was yelling out and the more I yelled the more she did it getting faster and faster as I realised she was waiting for me to stop making a noise so I did. It was hard as I muffled my pain and I counted sixty after she had heard the last noise from me. When she stopped I was stinging all over. She had hit everywhere apart from my head. She came and kissed me and my juices were flowing. I was ready to orgasm now .It had taken a while after the boy but it was back up and she felt my juice.

"You love it don't you? You love pain. I think you need another sixty till you're begging for me to stop." I knew I could take it if she was giving it but I was already in pain and I didn't particularly want anymore. She laughed as I went all submissive.

"That idea doesn't appeal to you then? Come off that thing. I want you down here." She helped me off and dragged me to the bed again on the floor. I was used to being tied up and being free it was hard not to fight back but I tried my best. She started doing something and I didn't know what and then she felt inside me with one hand and I felt her inserting something inside me. It felt cold and I didn't know what it was but I lay still and then she entered me pulling me close with my hips. It felt good but I knew she was still punishing me so I knew it wasn't all of it. I heard a buzzing and she said.

"You're going to like this." She had a dildo harness on and she started moving slowly in and out and sped up and as she was going deeper and deeper I felt a funny feeling inside and when she went deep enough an electric shock ripped through my cunt and I arched my back. It wasn't anything with high voltage. More like a strong static shock but it was enough when it was inside you. She held me there for a while whilst I thrashed about and then she let go and it stopped. I lay panting and then she started again. "No more please!" She started hitting my outer thigh with a paddle until I stopped speaking and then she carried on and did it again and again I arched my back. I tried not to move as much as I could but it wasn't enough for her and she did it again and I was as still as I could be with static electricity running through me. It was agonising but then she stopped it and she carefully entered her hand and took the receptor out too.

"Now that was submission. That is what I expect from you. Come on. Come back in." The door opened and the boy came back in. I fought the urge to pull the blindfold off and run and stayed still. This time she stayed. She held my head in her lap and I felt that she was naked.

"Now I want you to submit to him. I know that you can do it babe." I started shaking my head.

"Look you just did. I can practice a few more of those with you if you want me to?" I shook my head.

"Right. Get on with it then and no sound. Not a peep." It felt totally different having him touch me when I wasn't bound at all. The boy held my ankles and then my thighs and he entered me. I was desperate to lock him out and I clamped my muscles down against him but he rammed it in anyway and pulled my hips towards him. He started thrusting faster and faster. I was in pain from everything from before and then Mattie climbed on top of my face.

"Bring me off babe. Think about me. Don't think about him. Think only about me." I started to lick her clitoris and tried to block out what he was doing. I held her legs but she moved my hands.

"No moving. Just your mouth." I wanted to pull her closer and not being able to move my arms was being so submissive it felt like it was killing me. He withdrew and then he turned me over and I moaned a little bit and got fifteen slaps with the paddle for it. I shut up and he entered me from behind. I was bent over like a Muslim and she scooted down underneath me and I carried on with her.

"Put your arms behind your back." I did and started crying as I had to hold myself up for him. She pulled my face down in to her cunt and came right in my face.

"Lick it. Go on. Clean it up messy girl." I did and he came again and then he came and got hold of my head. He turned me round and I felt his dick right in my face. I couldn't bear the thought of giving him a blow job. I pulled away and put my hands down. I got away from him and sat up.

"What is this shit Mattie? I thought you said she would submit."




Forced To Submit



"Obviously she isn't ready yet. I better leave her with you for a bit of convincing."

"No. Don't leave me with him." She grabbed my hair and hissed in my face.

"Show me how good you are then and do what I say."

"I will."

"You do whatever he tells you to and if you injure him in anyway then I will leave you down here with him all night while I sleep. His next fantasy is gang rape so you better behave or I might let him indulge it."

"Alright." She gave me back to him and he laughed softly. I cried as I gave him a blow job.

"Lick it softly and right down to the base and then take my balls in your mouth and softly blow. If you are anything but soft then I will kill you regardless of what she says." I did what he said hating every minute of it and she started entering me from behind with a dildo. I was grateful it wasn't the electric one. She got faster and faster and I carried on giving him a blow job. I couldn't believe that I was doing it voluntarily and when he started to cum I pulled away. He swore as his erection went down and she smacked me hard with the paddle at the top of my thighs and backside.

"Right. She's all yours."

"NO!"

"I meant it. What did you think I was joking? Did you think I don't mean what I say? I wanted submission from you and I didn't get it so he can have you. I don't fucking want you." I started frantically pulling at the blindfold and she quickly grabbed my wrist cuffs and gave them to him. I was hysterical and I yanked myself away. She caught me and dragged me back to the bed and tied me face down. She gagged me and I put my head to one side mad again and not ready to submit.

"You will submit to him before I'm through with you." I groaned realising she was going to make me do it again and I wished that I had just let him do it. I couldn't tell where she was but he appeared again. He sat astride my back and leant down to my ear and stuck his tongue in it and I pulled away. He untied one arm and then the other and tied them folded behind my back and then he slid underneath me and took the blindfold off. It took a minute but I was laying on top of him helpless. He waited till I got my focus back and then he grinned at me.

"Hello again. You must really fancy me or you would just do what your crazy girlfriend wants and you could get rid of me but obviously you love me so there's no problem is there." I went to nut him and he grabbed my throat fast and turned nasty.

"You do that and I'll break your neck before she even opens the door." I stopped.

"Lay your head on me like you love me." He changed back to nice again. He held me and entered me and started shagging me from underneath. He thrusted his hips up and raised me up a bit trying to get deeper and then he put his legs right round my body and pushed my bottom right down on to his penis. It pressed on my clit and when he came I did too. I felt ashamed because he knew and was laughing.

"Do you know what I fancy? A good old bit of bondage. Do you? Say yes." I nodded obediently and he undid my feet and got up. He was strange. He came very quickly but he also got an erection again very quickly and he had one now. I was very sore inside by now and couldn't bear the thought of him entering me again so I thought a bit of bondage would be alright. He made me kneel on the floor and then he started strapping something round my knees and ankles. He fastened my ankle to the top of my thigh in a bent position so that I couldn't stand up. He then undid my arms and strapped them in a bent position. That was a bit more painful but I realised that now I was helpless. I couldn't even support myself. I was like a person with no arms or legs. I knelt for the time being.

"There. You look like Boxing Helena. Kneel up. Are you heavy?" I hated having to watch all this. I would have preferred to be blindfolded but he enjoyed me watching. He pulled me up to balance on my knees and it was awful. My legs came with them and I was balancing on my knees.

"There. You're like a vegetable or something. Now I can fuck you." He held me under the arm pits and entered me while he was kneeling. He then stood up carrying me somehow and he put my arms on the horizontal bars.

"Hold yourself up there." He put me down and I had to try and stay up knowing that if I relaxed then I would crash to the floor. It was so hard and he started thrusting away inside me pushing me up. I was so scared that I would fall and that excited me too and I came again to my dismay when he did. I was becoming exhausted by now and he came and then got me down. He lay me on my front on the cold floor and I gasped a little bit.

"I'll give you a breather with this gag for a while if you promise not to speak at all. Do you?" I nodded and he took it out and gave me some water. I drank a lot and it was nice to have the gag out. He released my arms and tied them back to the bed with me facing up and then he let my ankles go and tied them back up as well and then he lay down and covered us with a duvet. It was as if he were laying with me as his girlfriend and I hated it. He turned the lights out so it was dark and then he climbed on top of me and kissed and caressed my body under the covers.

"I love this babe. I'm so glad that you wanted me badly enough to spoil your submission because I wanted you badly. Mattie must know by now that you're not gay because she sees every time you orgasm for me." I cringed and closed my eyes as he entered me again. He made love to me this time as if I were his girlfriend and he paid a lot of attention to my breasts and kissed them and my mouth and he made love slowly and tenderly. I tried not to respond but I did and I came again. He rolled off me exhausted and fell asleep and I knew then I was there for the night. I closed my eyes and went to sleep only to wake up through the night with him inside me having sex. He was shagging me in my sleep. I didn't care and just closed my eyes and slept. He had sex with me through the night about every hour and I was really throbbing inside now. I wasn't too sore because I was well turned on and lubricated but it just ached right deep inside from his long cock. In the morning Mattie came in and I hated being able to see and speak to her but I couldn't.

"Hi babe. Did you have a fun night?" I started crying and she smiled.

"Are you ready to submit now?" I nodded and she smiled again.

"I'll be watching and you better look like you're enjoying it or he can have you tonight as well." He got me up and untied me and I stayed still.

"Right. You are going to submit aren't you? Speak."

"Yes."

"You do anything that I say."

"Yes alright." He stood up and leant against the wall.

"Give me a blow job and make it good." He threw a condom at me.

"Put that on me." I hated putting condoms on even dildo's but this was humiliating. I did it and then I held his cock and gave him a blow job like I was the most loving girlfriend in the world. When he had come then he lifted me up to him.

"Put your arms around my neck and kiss me." I did it and he didn't even move. It was like I was making all the moves. I hated it.

"Now then .Bend over and grab your ankles."

"Oh...."

"Yes .Have you got something to say?"

"No."

"Do it then." I knew it was something he could make me do and I didn't want to be his for another night so I did what he said and he entered me from behind. It felt horrible as he held my hips and thrusted right deep inside me. I cried as I came again. My body didn't really know what to do with itself. My knees felt weak when he had cum again and he stood me up.

"Lay on the bed." I wondered when he would be finished. He went and got a banana out of the fruit bowl and peeled it.

"Insert this inside you." I did and he knelt down in front of me.

"Open your legs nice and wide for Daddy. Spread them." I did.

"Now put your feet at the back of my neck and pull me into your cunt like a good girl wants her Daddy to lick her out." I hesitated and he was mad.

"Do it!"

"Alright." I pulled him in and he ate the banana and then licked the rest out with his long tongue probing inside me and licking all around the edges of my lips. I moaned a bit as it turned me on.

"I like that. Moan for me. Make me know that you want me." I moaned a little bit.

"Stick your ass up at me and say I want you Daddy." I did it.

"I want you Daddy." He bit my clit and I screamed.

"I said say it and mean it." I said it again as he licked and licked till I came right in his face. He lay down and kept his face right there in my cunt and fell asleep. I daren't move and Mattie came in smiling. I hated her looking at me like this and I covered my face.

"No. Let me see the slut that you are. Did you enjoy that?"

"No."

"Don't lie. I saw you cum. If you weren't enjoying it then you wouldn't have cum would you?"

"I couldn't help it."

"Well I hope you don't think that's the end of this."

"But..."

"It's the end for him. You submitted to him and I knew that you could do it." She dragged him off me and he was in an exhausted sleep.

"Wow. I have never disciplined you like this before. Wide open and visible with no cuffs and no blindfold and gag. Do you prefer it?"

"I don't know."

"Do you want them back on?"

"No."

"So you prefer to see me chastising you?"

"I'm hurting all over."

"Oh my poor baby. Maybe there's a small word that you need to say to me." She meant my safe word.

"No. There isn't."

"My my. You will endure a lot for your Mattie won't you? Get on the cross." I went to the cross where I was normally bound and she started whipping me with a thin belt. It hurt but I took twenty of them and then she turned me round. She flicked the end of the whip up to my cunt and it killed. The first one she did and I let go and held on to it in pain and she flicked at my hands until I regained my position I was crying a lot by now and then she started flicking at my nipples that were already swollen from the piercing. Tears were pouring down my face and I couldn't stop.

"How near cumming are you?"

"Very." She got down in front of me and licked hard and I started to cum right in her face and I came over and over again crying out of pain and exhaustion. When I had stopped cumming she held me in her arms.

"What do you want to say to me?"

"I'm sorry. I'll never do that again."

"Damn right you won't. You'll never leave this house again unless you're with me. Is that clear?"

"What about my job?"

"Is that clear?"

"Yes."

"You don't even breath unless I say you can. Is that clear?"

"Yes."

"Stop breathing then." I held my breath and was about to pass out when she spoke.

"Alright you can breath." She kissed me hard as I got my breath back and then she led me into the shower.

"Have a shower while I pay the boy." I did and she went out. She came back for me with a dressing gown and she wrapped it round me. I was so tired. She took me up to our room and put me in bed. She sighed.

"You'd do anything for me wouldn't you?" I nodded.

"You will submit to me more often. I don't want all this fucking defiance all the time. O.k.?" I nodded.

"Now get some sleep." I closed my eyes and slept for three days. 



Forced to Submit Pt. 01



Brian's Point of View

"Sir, the girl has arrived. She's still trying to scream, but we've managed to restrain her and she is gagged, but not naked." My newest manservant informs me, then quickly bows and leaves my office.

I smile to myself, chuckling. I do so love it when they're fiery. It gives me great pleasure to know that this girl who thinks she is so strong will soon be a slave that begs me to torture and fuck her. I stand up, straightening my suit and tie.

I throw open my office doors, walking down the hallway. I go down several flights of stairs, and then arrive at the cells. Most of the 24 are empty, but three contain trained slaves, and one contains the reason I am here. I quickly type the number into the keypad, and the thick metal door swings open. I walk into the brightly illuminated cell. I am delighted by what I see.

A 20 year old girl with long red hair is chained to the concrete wall. Her face is beautiful, slanted cheekbones, big bright green eyes, a splash of freckles across a thin nose. She is wearing a knee-length flowy skirt with daisy patterns on it, a tucked-in white blouse, and black high-top converse. She has shapely legs and broad shoulders, with a desirably thin waist and what look to be about C cup breasts.

"Hello, my darling." I smile at her and she strains towards me, trying to scream words. "Oh, I'm sorry, I can't quite hear you. Let's get rid of that awful gag." The girl looks confused and angry, but she allows me to reach down and take off the gag.

"Are you here to get me out?" She asks, her eyes watery.

"Oh, no, nothing of the sort. I am the one who bought you. Now, will you be good if I let you out of the chains?"

"What?! You can't buy people! What the hell, dude? What do you want?"

"I just need you to answer some questions. I will answer any that you have after. Deal?" I ask, a small smile plastered on my face. She doesn't seem to like it, but she agrees.

"Alright. First question, are you a virgin? Be honest, we have ways to figure out, but I'd rather you just tell me." She gasps, taken aback.

"Erm...pervy question, man. But...no, I'm not, I have a serious boyfriend that I've had for 2 years and we've been having sex for over a year and a half."

"Okay, thank you. Only 2 more questions. Have you ever watched, read, or been in porn?"

"Gross! You really are a perv! Why the hell do you want to know these things?" She yells, backing away. 

"My dear, we had an agreement, didn't we? Don't you want to know why you're here?"

She bites her bottom lip, assessing her situation more. Finally, she look up at me. "You better give me answers. Fine. I've watched and read a pretty good amount of porn, and I like it, but I would never want to be in it and I never have been."

"Good girl." I smile wider and sit down on the wall opposite her, crossing my legs at the ankle. "Last question, my darling. Have you ever heard of a master and slave sexual relationship? Like that book, '50 Shades of Grey'." 

"Um, yeah, I've heard of it. What are you trying to tell me?"

"Oh, one more question, and then I will answer every single question you have. Have you ever had the sexual fantasy of being owned and used? Do you think it would be erotic or enjoyable?" I ask, and her eyes widen.

"No, not really. I like rough sex, but not like that. It doesn't seem fun or erotic." She responds, and then glares at me. "Ok, now where the hell am I, and how did I get here?!"

"Ah, that's simple. Just relax. You are at my house. I own a huge plot of land with no civilization or people for 30 miles. The house is enormous, and I have quite a large sum of money. As to how you got here, I've been monitoring your college campus, and you caught my eye. I sent my men to drug and kidnap you when you were heading back to your dorm after going to dinner with your boyfriend." I explain this and lounge back, waiting for her reaction.

Her mouth is wide open, and she is trying to process the information. Then, a murderous look settles in her eyes and she explodes in anger, struggling as hard as she can against the chains. "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?! YOU'RE JUST FUCKED UP, THAT'S WHAT YOU ARE! WHAT DO YOU EVEN WANT ME FOR?!"

I chuckle a tiny bit, her reaction is perfect. I get up and walk over to her. "Well, aren't you just a fiery one." I say lightly, and stroke her cheek. She bites at me, shrinking against the wall. "Oh, don't be like that. Soon we will be very familiar with one another."

She glares at me, trying to hide her confusion. I walk swiftly out of the cell, turning on my earpiece. "Bring the girl to the hospital wing. Put her on one of those metal tables and tie her down, spread eagled. Leave her clothes on, and do not harm her in any way. Call me when she's ready. Go now. I expect to hear from you in no less than ten minutes."

I head to my office. Might as well get some work done before I start training her. I have a feeling that she will be a challenge. I order one of my slaves to be brought to me. It's only been a couple minutes, I have time for her to give me a blowjob. The slave arrives in my office, a collar around her neck and nothing else, on her hands and knees. 

She smiles and sits politely next to my chair. I smile down and say, "Oh, my whore. How good to see you." I pinch each of her dark nipples. They immediately become hard, and she moans a little, spreading her legs. 

"Give me a blowjob, a quick one, but don't finish me off." She nods and unzips my pants. My 7 inch un-erect dick flops out, and she looks at it with lust. She immediately deepthroats it, putting one hand between her legs and entering herself with a few fingers. She works my cock, making it rock hard within 2 minutes. By the time I get the call that my new slave is ready, she has made herself orgasm and brought me to the edge.

"Good girl." I say. "You get extra food tonight. Go back to your cell like a good cock slut." She obeys immediately, her thighs still glistening with her cum. I stand up, zipping up my trousers. My cock strains against it, making a noticeable bulge. Good. 

I walk swiftly out of the office and downstairs to the hospital wing. I get there in 5 minutes, and am pleased by what I see. The girl has the gag back in and is spread out, showing off her legs. Her blouse has been untucked and shoes and socks removed, but other than that, she is still clothed. Her green eyes are wildly searching as much of the room as she can see, her neck straining. She tries to scream when she sees me approaching, but makes almost no sound. Her eyes linger on the bulge in my pants, horrified.

"Oh, you do not know the pleasure it gives me to see you like this. All bound and helpless. I can't wait to begin." I bend my body over hers, squeezing her breasts through her shirt. She strains against the chains holding her there, squealing angrily.

"I think all this cloth is stopping me from acquainting myself with something I know I'll love. How about we get rid of all these nasty clothes, hm?" I begin to unbutton the blouse, and she screams long and hard, but finally stops, when she realizes she can't do anything. She is still straining, though.

I finish unbuttoning the blouse, and now I can see her white lacy bra. Oh, and lucky me, it unclips from the front. I slowly unclasp it, throwing both sides away from her magnificent breasts. They are both a perfect handful, with pink puffy nipples and large areolas. They are paler than the rest of her body, but very perky and the same size. I'm going to have a lot of fun with those.

I smile, then bend down, sucking and nibbling on her tits. They get hard fast, she obviously has tender nipples. I tease them with my fingers, and after a minute or so of sucking and pinching, she finally lets herself moan. Her back arches and she lets out a long moan. She obviously regrets it immediately, but she couldn't help it.

"Oh you loved that. Admit it." I whisper softly in her ear and suck on her earlobe. She does her best to get her head away from me, but she can only move about a centimeter each direction. I laugh lightly, pinching each of her nipples, before tracing my fingers down her waist and to her hips. Goosebumps erupt on her skin, and she moans again.

"You love contact anywhere. Gets you excited, doesn't it?" I ask in a low tone, my nimble hands arriving at the top of her skirt. I pull it down in one fluid motion, letting it rest around her ankles. Her panties match her bra, and she tries again to scream when I hook my fingers over the top of them. She squirms and tries desperately to free herself while I laugh.

I pull down the panties, inch by inch, and her protests get louder, and her movements more violent. I ignore her, my eyes taking in her beautiful pussy. I set a hand on it, and smile at what I find. She's sopping wet. I lick my hand. Oh, she tastes perfect.

I run one finger across the slightly puffy lips of her pussy. I find the hole and dip a finger into her. She screams and jerks violently, but she can do nothing to stop me. 

Her pussy is not tight and she has obviously a moderate amount of sex. She is flexing, though, trying to push me out. I join the first finger with two others and go deep into her. Her back arches and she moans as I hit her G-spot. I smile and withdraw my fingers. Her eyes have a murderous light, but her body is yearning to be used. 

"I don't know why you fight this. You're never going to escape. You will be my slave, however long it takes. Also, some leverage will be arriving shortly." I feel glee at the confusion in her eyes. I walk out of the room, leaving the girl.

I instruct my men to clothe her and bind her well. "Make sure that she cannot move an inch. Bring her to the grand foyer. I will already be there. And her clothes must consist only of a sheer, silk, short dress, no underwear or bra, a collar and leash, and a good gag, and her hair and makeup must be flawless."

They nod and walk into the hospital wing. I straighten my suit and comb my hair back with my fingers. My guest should be arriving any minute. I walk to the grand entrance of my house, and within 10 minutes, 4 guards enter, a chained, but not gagged boy being dragged between two of them. I dismiss all but one, who stands next to the boy to make sure he doesn't escape.

"Hello, my dear boy. I trust your trip was pleasant." I smile, andthe boy, looks angrily up at me, his mouth partially open because of a split lip.

"Who are you? What the hell did you bring me here for?" The boy asks. He talks like he was raised in England, but has spent the last few years in America. You can hear hints of the old accent when he speaks.

"I am your host for the time being. And I brought you here because I believe that you can help me with a problem that I have come across." I reply calmly.

"You could have contacted me or something! You didn't have to have your goons beat the living shit out of me and kidnap me!"

"I had to ensure that you wouldn't fight back. You are critical, you see, to my little project. Now, if you want to avoid further injury than that black eye, split lip, and broken pinkie, and a few mild bruises, I expect you to behave." I say sharply, then grab my walkie talkie from my belt.

"Is she ready?" I ask my men, and they respond yes. "Good. Bring her immediately."

"Who is 'she'?" The boy demands, straining against his chains. I smile.

"Oh, I'm sure you'll recognize her when you see her!" I respond and walk to the door that she will arrive from. A knock resounds through the spacious room and I open the door. I am incredibly pleased by what I see.

My slave looks gorgeous. A white, one-layer silken dress falls just to her midthigh. You can easily see her pink nipples that are slightly erect because of them rubbing on the fabric. Her trimmed ginger pussy hair is visible through the fabric, and so is her tight stomach. Her makeup is perfect, and it makes her eyes pop. Her hair is done in an intricate braid with strips of white lace braided into it.

Her eyes plead with me to let her go, instead of looking angry. Good, we're making progress. Her hands and feet are bound tightly together, she has a black ball gag, and she has a black collar and black leash. She is being carried in between two guards. I order them to put her in front of the boy, a few feet from him. They obey and leave. 

I turn to my two prisoners and am pleased by what I see. The boy's mouth is agape and he seems to be at a loss for words. My slave has tears welling in her eyes, and she is on her knees, staring at her boyfriend.

"Do you like how I dressed my whore? I think she looks rather sexy." I ask the boy, and he looks up at me, horrified. I pinch my slave's nipples through the fabric, and she moans a tiny bit, but then her cheeks flush and she looks down, ashamed.

"What did you call her?! What the hell, you nasty motherfucker!" The boy screams at me. "Anna, are you okay?!" He now turns to his girlfriend, his eyes full of concern.

"I don't believe my pet will be able to answer that. You see, she's got a little something in her mouth." I caress my slave's cheek, and she tries to jerk away, but she can hardly move without someone carrying her.

"Guard. Make sure the boy can't move." I order, and the guard nods. He does as I say, checking and tightening the bonds that hold the boy in place. I smile and nod my thanks to the guard. I bend down and grab my slave's face, turning it to look at me.

"I am going to be crystal clear. So listen. You will follow all of the orders that I give you for this period of time. If you do not perform the thing I want you to do within 10 seconds, I will have my guard break loverboy's wrist. Understand?" I hiss into my slave's ear, just loud enough for the boy to hear it.

I move back a bit, and she nods slowly, her eyes wide with fear and panic. I smile. "There's a good whore. Now, I want you to spread your legs, wide as you can. And you will not do anything to make me move away." She obeys hastily, and her boyfriend looks even more horrified as I pull back her dress.

Her legs are just far apart enough that I can see her pussy hole. Her ankles are still bound together, but her knees are spread. I get down on my knees next to her and enter her with three fingers. Her pussy tightens and tries to push me out, but I push as far in as I can. She moans as I hit her G-spot.

"Get away from her, you nasty ass fucker!" The boy screams at me, and I simply smile.

"What I said to her? Same goes for you. Answer my questions within 20 seconds or I will torture your little precious girlfriend in front of you. And no disrespect, either." I say seriously, and the boy shuts his mouth, but still looks horrified by what I am doing.

I move my thumb to her clit and start rubbing. I begin to draw my three fingers out and plunge in again. It squishes as Ipush deeper and deeper. I keep drawing my fingers nearly out, then smashing them in. Her hips begin to buck, even through her eyes show her disgust. She'll be quite a good slut as soon as she learns to control that firey temper and backtalk.

"Now, boy, answer me this. And no backtalk or I will take this poor girl right here and now. How many times did you two have sex on a weekly basis?" I continue finger fucking my sopping wet little slave, who is now moaning slightly.

The boy hesitates, until his eyes meet my slave's eyes. Her eyes beg for him to help her, and he begins to talk. "About once a week, sir."

"Good." I smile and take my fingers out of my slave. I lick the slick wet substance off of one of them, but then I get an idea. "Be quiet or I will whoop your ass." I growl at my slave as I remove her gag. She trembles but remains silent.

"Lick your cum off my fingers." I hold up my fingers to my slave's mouth and she opens it, eyeing my fingers nervously. I shove them in her mouth and she closes it, licking at my fingers. After a few seconds, I take away my hand and she swallows.

"Did you like how you taste, whore? Answer honestly, or I will hurt the boy." My slave nods the tiniest bit, then looks down. I seize her chin, forcing her to look at me. "And did you like it when my fingers were inside you?"

"Yes." She breathes the answer, her cheeks flushing.

"I thought so, my little slut. Now, guard, hold her in a standing position." I glance over at her boyfriend, who has a mix of horror,anger, and betrayal in his eyes. I smile, then turn to Anna.

"You're so beautiful when you're in this little outfit. I simply adore it." I say to my slave, barely in a whisper. Her face shows an expression of revulsion. I grin and kiss her neck, below her collar. I make my way down to her collarbone, then back up, to her cheek. I pinch her nipple in one hand, hold her leash in the other and gently kiss her lips, biting and suckling on the bottom one. Her lips part slightly, and her hips move closer to me. 

"You like it. Don't try to deny it, slave. Now if you want you pretty boyfriend to stay pretty, get down on your hands and knees." I motion to the guard to take off her bonds, and he obeys. My slave hesitates, but I flash her a warning look, and she gets down. Her eyes are locked with the boy's, desperation filling them.

"Guard, take off the boy's gag." I say, holding my slave's leash in one hand. As soon as the gag is taken off, the boy opens up his mouth to yell at me. "Ah, ah, ah. Stop right there. I am being kind and giving you a few moments to talk to each other. I don't care what you say, and don't try to hide anything. You may never get to speak to each other again."

After my warning, the boy nods, and turns to Anna. "What did he do to you today?"

"I...it wasn't that bad. He's a complete pervert, though. He wants me to be his slave, like in BDSM." Anna responds, looking up at me, as if scared I will hurt her for saying something bad about me.

"I can't believe this. Anna, you are literally on a leash. What are we going to do?!"

"I don't know. If I do something, he hurts you. And I can't let him do that. You can try to escape, I think he'll only hurt me if you do that. You can get away."

"No! You have to escape Anna. I can't live with the fact that I drove another man to kill you!" 

"Don't be stupid, Nolan! It's not like being this perv's slave will be better than death. You escape!"

"Time's up, lovers. Guard, gag Nolan and take him to a cell. Find out everything you can about Anna and him. I don't care how beat up he is, just don't let him die." I grin as I see Nolan struggling, trying to break free of the guard's vise grip. 

"Anna, my slave. Come with me. Now." I pull on her leash hard, making her choke for a moment. She gets up, shaking, and walks behind me as I lead her down the hallways. We arrive in my bedroom.

"Get on the bed, whore. You know what I will do to both you and your precious lover if you fight." I drop the leash to the floor, and Anna does exactly what she has been told. 

"I need you to answer me something, pet. Will you let me control your body? Even if I don't hold threat over you?"

"No. If you didn't have Nolan, I would never let you control my body. Not willingly. I have some dignity, you know." Anna responds sharply.

"I won't have any more of this disrespectful tone. I'll give you your punishment for that tomorrow. Will you let me control your body, in your current circumstance?"

"I will never like it, or have any passion for you. But you can have your way with my body. Do not hurt Nolan."

"But I want you to enjoy my cock, my sweet slave. If I wanted an emotionless thing to put my cock in, I would get a sex toy. No. I want a girl who will squirm under me and lower herself down on my cock, moaning and lusting after me. I want you to enjoy me. And soon, you will. You cannot deny that you enjoyed my fingers inside you today."

"Yeah, so maybe I did. But that doesn't mean that I want you. I just want my life back. To get a diploma, get an apartment with Nolan. Live my life."




Forced to Submit Pt. 01



"Oh, my mundane, clueless slut. You are never going back. Whether you enjoy it now or not, you are my slave. And that will not change."

"What if the police find us? We've probably been reported missing by now!" Anna brightened at the idea, gaining confidence.

"I don't care if the police are on a missing person case for you and Nolan. You don't realize the precautions I took, do you? You are far away from that college, and 30 miles from civilization." I sneer as her face falls and tears pool in her eyes.

"Now. I believe that you do not deserve a bed tonight. Why would I give comfort to such a disrespectful whore? Get on the hearth. I will chain you there, and if you try to fight, or move from the place I put you, I will put Nolan through torture worse than death with you watching." I yell cruelly, and Anna immediately runs to the stone hearth.

There's no fire burning, so I have no fear of her committing suicide. I walk to my chest and take out cuffs that are linked by chains. I bind my slave tightly, and tie her leash to a peg on the wall. I then walk to my wardrobe, where I strip out of my clothes. I decide to leave nothing on. My slave stares at me in fear as I approach her, my only partially erect dick hanging between my legs.

"Do you like what you see, slut? I think my cock likes that little outfit too. It's making it hard." I laugh when she tries her best to turn away. She is kneeling on the hearth, right at dick level. "Suck it. If you try to bite even a little bit, I will beat you. Don't think I won't."

Anna trembles as I walk directly in front of her. She parts her lips a tiny bit and places them on my cockhead. I slap her face, hard, and she opens her mouth more. I grab the back of her head and thrust into her mouth. She yells a little bit and chokes as I feel my cock entering her throat.

I let go of her head after about ten more seconds and take out my cock. She is gasping, doubled over. "What? You've never deepthroated a cock before?"

"No, I haven't." She gasps. I stare at her disapprovingly.

"Such a disappointment. Well, that's two more minutes added to your punishment tomorrow for being a bad slut." I say, walking over to my bed. I lay down and put my hand on my semi-erect dick. I jerk off, and my slave is disgusted by me. Right before I climax, I get up and walk over to my slave. I pump with my hands a few more times.

With a happy sigh, my cum shoots from my hard cock. It lands all over Anna's face and dress. After I am done, she begins to cry. I caress her cheek, then go to my bed. I fall asleep quickly, contemplating just how I will punish my slave tomorrow.

Anna's Point of View

I wake up aching, my shoulder pressed to something hard. Memories of the day before rush back to me, and I try my best to choke down a scream. I sit up, blinking groggily. I'm still in the disgusting outfit that the perv put me in yesterday.

I feel something on my face and realize that it's his jizz. I'm horrified, how could a man be so disgusting and vile?! My eyes widen when I see him in an armchair about 5 feet from the hearth where I sit. He smiles and walks over, straightening out his grey suit..

"And how are you today, my slave?" He asks quietly, bending down. I narrow my eyes angrily.

He reaches out and caresses my cheek with his hand. I try to jerk away, but I can't move much. He chuckles and walks around me to the wall. He unhooks my leash (who the hell puts leashes and collars on people?!) and unchains my feet. My hands are still chained tightly behind my back.

"Stand up. Don't move." He orders, going to the chest he got the cuffs and chains out of. I grudgingly obey, knowing that he has Nolan. I won't let him hurt Nolan.

"You look so much better with something in your mouth." He walks back to me as he's saying this, one of those disgusting gags in his hand. He put it in my mouth, forcing it into an O shape. He clasps it behind my head, then grabs my leash again.

"Come with me, whore." He says lightly, tugging at the leash. I follow, still staring angrily at him. We walk down hallways, finally arriving near the place that I was kept in a cell. We walk through a door and down a flight of stairs. We arrive in front of another door that looks to be made of metal.

The man types the code into the keypad. I look over his shoulder, memorizing the code. 37024. I repeat it over and over in my head as we walk through the now open door. I see what is in the room and scream, long and hard. Even the gag can't hold back the noise as tears stream down my cheeks.

Nolan hangs, bloody and defeated on the wall opposite us. He is slumped over, relying solely on the chains around his wrists to hold him up. He is spreadeagled, thick chains drilled into the wall surrounding his ankles and wrists. Things litter the floor beneath him, torture devices and blood. The room is dimly lit, but I can see everything.

"Anna?" Nolan asks, his voice raw and scratchy. Probably from screaming, I realize with a jolt.

I'm here, Nolan, oh god, I'm here. Is what I want desperately to say. But I can't say anything, no words of comfort, nothing.

"Yes, the whore is here." The man says, bored sounding. I can't keep referring to him as the man, but I refuse to call him my master.

"What have you done to her?" Nolan asks, trying to look angry, but he doesn't.

"I'm sure that she's thinking the same thing about you. And I haven't done any real harm. I am disappointed by the fact that she can't deepthroat, though." The man replies, flashing a smile. He grabs a chair from the corner, putting it about 5 feet from Nolan. I am forced to follow. 

"Kneel, or I will hurt him." He orders, and I hastily kneel on the concrete floor beside his chair.

"Anna, it's okay, it's gonna be okay." Nolan is trying desperately to reassure me, but his chest is heaving and he looks like he's been through hell.

"I'm sure that she doesn't believe that.. Look at the state of you!" The man ties my leash to the chair, getting up. He walks up to Nolan, professional looking interest showing on his face.

"At least I don't get kicks out of forcing innocent girls to be slaves!" Nolan yells. The man tuts disapprovingly.

"Such a disrespectful tone. How rude." He says, then looks over at me. 

"I am going to take out this gag. If you try to talk to anyone but me, his face will look just like his chest." The man threatens, and I nod. He takes out the gag, looking into my eyes. "You may speak, slave"

"Thank you." I can't believe I just thanked someone for taking out a gag! "Please, don't make your guards hurt him. He did you no wrong."

"Ah, but he did. He tried to yell at me, and he tried to get to you." The man grins widely. How can he enjoy this?!

"Please, stop it!" I say as he turns from me, back to Nolan. He stops and turns back.

"Would you rather it be you?" He growled, and I gasp. I can take the pain. Nolan won't have to! I can save him.

I push back my shoulders, tilting my chin up. "Yes." I respond, as bravely as I can.

"No!!" Nolan screams, straining against the bonds. The man grins sickeningly. He turns to Nolan and takes the ball gag I used to have in, forcing it into Nolan's mouth and securing it.

"Very well." The man said, his eyes full of insane happiness. Nolan is still struggling, but it's no use. I take a deep breath, preparing for the worst. Instead of coming at me with the knife, the man sits down in the chair and unties the leash.

"Bend over my lap." He orders coldly. I obey, shuddering at what he will do. My legs hang off one end, and my stomach rests on the slight gap between his legs. I hear Nolan's muffled screams as the man pushes up my dress, exposing everything from my stomach down.

His hand wanders down between my legs. "Spread your legs, and if I hit a pleasurable spot, moan. Don't try to hide it, or I will carve out Nolan's stomach."

I quickly do what I am asked. I can't deny that this treatment, getting treated like a cheap slut, getting used in front of Nolan by this man, it turns me on. I wouldn't want it for the rest of my life, but it is very erotic. I can never admit it, though. 

The man can tell, because as he moves his hand closer to my entrance, he can feel that I'm wet. He chuckles, putting a finger on my clit. He begins to roll it between his fingers, and I moan into his leg, just a little bit. I'm confused when his hand leaves my pussy. What is he doing now?

I don't wonder for long. I feel one of his cool hands pushing apart my buttcheeks. I begin to panic inwardly. I've never been even touched there! What is he going to do? His hand that isn't holding apart my buttcheeks begins to get close to my anus.

A single finger begins to circle the puckered entrance, and without warning, he enters me. I feel strange, completely violated. He pushes as deep as his finger can go, and I scream out. He pulls out, but before I can regain my composure, smashes two fingers into my asshole.

The pain is horrible. I feel like my ass is being ripped in two. He buries them to his hand, and I scream, long and hard. I can tell that Nolan is struggling even harder, even though my eyes are screwed shut.

"Shhh, shhh, shhh, my little slave. It's okay, it's fine." The man talks in a soothing voice and I stop screaming, though I am still shaking.

His fingers leave my ass, and he wipes them on my sheer dress. He pushes me into a standing position and gets up. "Do not go anywhere." He orders.

He goes over to a table on one of the walls, grabbing something that he hides from me. He sits back down, and I lay across his lap again when he orders me to. My asscheeks are spread once again, and I prepare for the worst. 

Something enters my asshole, but it's too thick to be a finger. Something crosses my mind. Anal plug! Disgusting! I yell out a little bit, but it doesn't hurt quite as much as the fingers and doesn't go very deep. He has another thing, and I feel his fingers beginning to work on my clit. I moan, barely noticing when he puts the other thing on my pussy entrance.

He shoves it into me, deep, and I scream at the top of my lungs. It's a dildo, it must be. It's quite thick, and it's long. I can feel it close to my cervix. The man keeps pushing on it. making it go in the entire way. I moan as he continues to work on my clit.

I am nearing an orgasm from all of this, but I can't, no, I can't. I can't let this creep think he's giving me enough pleasure for me to orgasm. I hear the audible click of a button and the dildo starts to vibrate deep within me. I moan and moan, the vibrator bringing me to the edge. My body tenses, and I hear the man begin to chuckle, not removing his hand from my clit.

An orgasm rockets through my body, making me moan and arch my back as cum squirts from my pussy. The man laughs, putting the vibrator on higher speed. I keep moaning, I can't help it. This feels so good!

The man continues for ten minutes, and finally, another violent orgasm erupts. I am shaking and sweating, and at this point, I'm bucking my hips towards the vibrator. I would never act like this if I could stop. But I can't. Finally, the vibrator is removed from my now gaping pussy. The anal plug is also removed.

"Lick this clean, now. Like you want to." The man orders, sticking the dildo in front of my face. I hesitate, but then glance up at Nolan's broken form. I open my mouth and he shoves it in. I put my hands on it and lick it clean, hating the pungent smell and taste of my cum.

"Good. Do you want to be done, slave?" The man asks in a kind voice, turning me over so that I'm sitting in his lap. I nod, and then lose it. Everything that's happened in just the past two days builds up inside me and I can't hold it back. I collapse into a mess of tears and sobs, burying my face in his chest. He strokes my hair, holding me close, as if I am a frightened child that just woke up from a nightmare.

I cry for a good five minutes, then compose myself. I want to get away from the man's embrace, but for fear of him hurting Nolan, I stay where I am. He gets up, my body still in his muscled arms. He sets me lightly on the ground in a standing position and grabs my leash.

I stare up at Nolan, who is also crying. I open my mouth to assure him that I still love him, but the man gives me a warning look and pulls hard on my leash. I give Nolan a quick look of apology, then follow the man out of the room. We go up the stairs in silence, walking all the way back to the man's bedroom without speaking a word.

"I'm sorry you had to see Nolan like that. Do you want to take a shower?" The man asks, and I nod.

"Follow." He orders, and I obey. We walk into a room that's off of the bedroom. The bathroom is incredible. A bath the size of a large hot tub sits in the corner. Filling up half of the room is a shower. It has glass walls separating us from it. It looks to be the size of a small swimming pool. 

The man walks into the shower, still dressed, leading me by the leash. The shower looks awesome. There is a ledge all along the wall opposite me. It's pretty much a room, with white tile walls and floor. Shower heads line all the walls but the glass one.  

The man drops the leash, stripping off his clothes and throwing them out of the open door. He strips me and I feel weird, but I let him. He keeps on my collar and leash, closing and locking the shower door. I feel good to be free of the revealing, jizz-covered clothing. Then, I realize that I am even more revealed now. 

The man walks all around the room, turning on all of the showers. There is a dry patch in the middle, and drains all over the floor. We are standing in the dry patch now. I allow myself to be led beneath one of the showers, and it feels amazing. I sigh as the warm, almost hot water washes all over my body, including my now sore pussy.

The man hooks my leash onto the shower head, so that I can barely move. "You're so gorgeous." He leans close to me, kissing and biting my neck. 

"Do you love me?" He asks, straightening up, and I stare at him for a second.

"No, I don't." I reply curtly.

"Shame. It must be hard not loving someone who's so intimate with you." He says softly, his hands wandering over my body. I tense up, not wanting him near me. "You'll learn to, though."

"I hope I don't." I stare into his eyes, my gaze steely.

"You know what? Tomorrow, I shall give you a treat." He smiles, his white teeth blinding.

"What do you mean?" I ask, my confusion showing obviously in my eyes.

"My other slaves would love you. You've got such a sexy body." He purrs, pulling my body to his. I gasp, feeling his hardening erection on my stomach. He looks down at me, leaning his mouth to my ear. "I think I'll let them have you tomorrow. I won't make you watch while I torture Nolan. Would you like that, whore?"

My stomach tightens. "You mean like...sex with other women? And why should you keep torturing Nolan?"

The man slams me into the shower wall, hard. I gasp, wondering what he will do. His face, contorted with rage, is right in front of mine. His hands are pinning my wrists to the wall, shoving them hard against the steamy tile.

"Listen closely. If you don't want Nolan to be shot in the head, you will obey these instructions. Every sentence you say to me must end or begin by addressing me as Master. Failing to do so will result in 20 lashes with a metal tipped whip for Nolan and you each. Secondly, you will participate in any activity, with any gender if I order you to. Same punishment for failing this task. Lastly, if you want to stay alive, if you want Nolan to remain breathing, you will never, ever look me in the eye unless I tell you to. You are a slutty whore, a worthless slave, a fucking dog. ACT LIKE ONE!!"

He screams all of this, outrage laced into every word. I tremble, casting my eyes down fearfully. For the first time, I grovel and I mean it. "Master, please don't hurt me. I will never disrespect you, Master. Please, don't hurt him, Master!" I yell this, so afraid, more afraid than I have ever been in my whole life.

Hot tears roll down my face as I continue to beg. Finally, the grip on my wrists goes away. I dare not look up. I stay standing beneath the shower stream, still as a statue, eyes downcast. I don't try to push my Master away when he soaps me down. When he takes out my braid and washes my hair. Even when he fondles my breasts and sticks a finger up into my sore, used pussy.

"You are being very obedient. I like this." Master says as he takes off my collar. He turns off the water of the shower and wraps me in a fluffy towel. He dries me and himself off, and we walk out of the shower. Standing before the mirror, my eyes still downcast, he blowdries my hair.

When I am all dry, he speaks. "Get on the ground and crawl at my heels, slave."

I do what I am told immediately. He walks to the bed. "You may look at me until I tell you not to."

I look up into his eyes, speaking quietly, "Thank you for washing me, Master."

"Of course, my beauty," Master responds. Ugh, I hate referring to him like that. But I have to protect myself. And Nolan.

"Master, what am I going to do tomorrow?" I ask, trying to sound genuinely curious. I must do a good job, because he looks down at me like a person would look at a child who just asked why the sky is blue.

"You, my darling, are going to have a special day tomorrow. First of all, you will be able to have breakfast." When Master mentions breakfast, my stomach grumbles. I haven't eaten since I was kidnapped.

Master continues, "And then, while I go off to see Nolan, I will let my other slaves come in to see you. I am going to let them do anything they want with your body. They are...creative. They will have three hours alone with you."

"I've never done anything like that, Master." I say nervously.

"It's alright, my whore. Soon, you will learn to appreciate any form of intimacy. Now, I believe you have some things to apologize for." Master's gaze hardens, his mouth becomes a straight line.

"I'm sorry for being angry the first time I saw you, Master. I didn't know the things you could offer me, Master. I'm sorry for saying that I did not love you, and for fighting against you, Master." I say, my eyebrows crinkled up worriedly.

"Good. Are you willing to be my slave now?" Master asks, "I will not harm you for answering honestly. But I can tell if you lie, and lying is punished."

"Well, Master, I still am not quite sure. I want to be free, but I won't deny that this excites me, and I...like it." I stammer. I'm being honest to myself now, too. "I think the Master slave thing is very erotic, but I don't think I could spend my whole life like this, Master."

"You will want to soon. Thank you for being honest. You will be able to sleep on the bed tonight." Master says, and I nod. "Get at the bottom of the bed, curl up like you're a dog."

I do as I'm told as Master climbs into the covers. I soon drift off into sleep, my brain analyzing everything that has happened today. 'Tomorrow, I'll try to be submissive, for Nolan. But I'll never let myself break.' I tell myself firmly as I fall into deep sleep.