Trained to Submit

by Powerone

  He enjoyed her tongue, but he wanted her mouth, her hot breath blowing on the head of his cock. He gripped her head, holding it up so he could look into her eyes. Her mouth opened wide, Michael trying to restrain himself as her lips slowly curled around the head of his cock. He sighed loudly as his cock entered her hot, tight mouth, her lips closing on it to trap it inside her. Then her tongue went to work on it again, lapping lovingly over the head while her lips held it captive. He began to move her head, his shaft sliding in and out of her tightly clasped lips, the tight band sliding up and down his shaft. Her tongue never stopped moving.

  She took him in, his cum coating her taste buds with his salty flavor, his hot flesh feeling so comfortable in her mouth. He was guiding her head as his hips began to work his cock in and out of her mouth, Monika only having to use her tongue to make him happy. His cock danced in her mouth, especially when he shoved it in deeper. She loved being used in such a manner, kneeling half naked on the floor, her hands at her sides as he guided her head to please him. He was taking long strokes, the helmet of his cock banging against the back of her mouth, Monika feeling it plug up her throat. He pulled her onto his cock, one hand on the top of her head, the other under her chin. His hands tightened as his cock began to press against the tight hole of her throat. She gagged once, but he didn't stop, holding her against his cock, Monika feeling the hard helmet of his cock trying to breach the tightness of her throat. “AAAAWWWW,” gagging again, this time Michael pressing with his hips, her throat opening, Monika forced to swallow his cock into her throat. Her stomach turned, his cock feeling like a snake burrowing into her stomach, short, jerky thrusts with his hips wedging more and more of his cock into her gullet.

  He saw the tears in her eyes as she choked on his cock but cared little except for his pleasure. He pulled her onto his cock until he felt the muscles of her throat rippling up and down his cock as he buried it deeper into the tight passage. He was plugging her throat, her nostrils flaring as she tried to breathe, gripping her head tighter to achieve the pleasure he sought. Each time she gagged, he would thrust more of his cock in her opened throat, almost able to see the thick shaft outlined on her neck. He began jerking thrusts in her throat, never fully taking it out, enjoying too much the pleasure of her clenching muscles as they involuntarily rippled on his cock.

  Michael kept his cock in her throat, Monika making no attempt to stop him, letting him enjoy his pleasure no matter how much she had to endure. Her throat felt raw, rubbed harshly as his cock jerked in and out, tears running down her cheeks as she struggled to fill her lungs with the air sucked in her nose. She finally felt some relief when he pulled out of her throat, Monika sucking in large quantities of air, his hands not pressing so hard on the side of her head. She took the initiative, her head moving up and down, her lips tight on his cock as her tongue danced over the flesh. She hoped to please him without him shoving it down her aching throat.

  She was doing such a good job at sucking his cock that he released her head, his idle hands now free to play with her lovely, naked breasts. His fingers easily found her hardened tips, pinching them to greater hardness. His large hands encircled the firm flesh, squeezing them until her breasts slipped through his fingertips. Her head was moving back and forth, her hand cradling his balls, lightly tickling them, Michael feeling the cum build in his balls, ready to unload into her waiting mouth.

  She was ready when he was, but Michael pulled his cock out of her mouth, Monika opening her mouth wide as he stroked it in front of her face. She stared at the one eye of his cock, watching as the tiny hole opened wide as the first rope of cum shot out in and arc and landed on her nose with a loud thud. She felt it sear her flesh, the hot cum slowly dripping down as Michael continued to stroke his cock, her hand clenching on his balls to urge another load of cum onto her waiting face. His next blast of cum was on target, shooting into her open mouth and landing on her tongue and lips, the heavy, salty cum quickly filling her mouth with his crème.

  Michael watched his white, milky cum drip down her face slowly, her mouth opened wide as he shot a second load on her tongue. She scooped it up into her mouth. “Open wide, Monika,” slipping the head of his wet cock into her mouth, her lips glistening brightly from his cum. Her tongue licked lovingly on his cockhead as she cleaned it, Michael finally pulling it from her lips.

  It didn't take him long to get hard again, Monika finding herself in the middle of the bed on her hands and knees, Michael behind her, his cock already deep inside her as his hands circled her waist and slid between her legs to tease at her clit as his cock reamed out her pussy. He hammered into her for twenty minutes, his hands keeping her ass high up into the air, his cock flying in and out with abandonment. She rotated her hips, his cock touching everywhere inside her with deep strokes that finally brought her to an explosive orgasm, his fingers pinching and pulling at her clit while her insides nibbled at his cock until he blew a second load of cum inside her, mixing with her juices. He left her with neither of them barely saying a word, Monika quickly falling asleep, his cock taking the edge off. But she still had erotic dreams of Miguel.

  * * * *

  Monika was off for the afternoon to do some research that Michael wanted and had been unable to obtain. He hoped that a lovely female would have better luck in convincing a man to give it to her. She was just about to enter the office when she heard a familiar voice that made her pussy wet.

  "Come with me, Monika.” Miguel was flanked by two soldiers, young enlisted men that were part of his detail, El Presidente forcing Miguel to have them, weary of the rebels. And they did come in handy at time, this being one of them. He didn't wait for an answer, hustling her off to the waiting jeep.

  She felt secure with Miguel's hand around her waist as he led her off to the jeep that was waiting outside as if he knew exactly where she would be. Come to think of it, he probably knew her every move and that of the others. She looked at the two soldiers with him, young men barely her age, both of them snapping to attention each time Miguel spoke. Both of them were also handsome, their bodies tight from the vigorous training. She knew better than to ask where they were going, just hoping she would have time to get Michael's information without him knowing that she had disappeared again. She liked keeping this secret from him, making her feel so naughty.

  The jeep pulled past the El Capitolio Nacional, but drove around back, pulling into a dark alley that was barely visible from the street, two guards at the gate as though it contained top military secrets, the men saluting sharply as the jeep pulled up to the gate. It opened, the jeep pulling into the bowels of the building, stopping at a large loading dock. It was strange, all the windows had bars on them, almost as if it were a prison, not a public building.

  Miguel helped her out of the back seat, his eyes feasting on her naked legs as Monika struggled vainly with her short skirt, but could do little to stop it from sliding high up her legs. She was glad she wore the short, silky skirt that clung to her ass and hips, almost as if she knew today would be the day she would see Miguel. The other soldiers eyed her body as well, Monika no stranger to the looks of lust men gave her. They walked up onto the loading dock and to a thick, double door, another guard opening it with a loud click of the lock. Whatever was inside was well shielded from the public. The fear of what was inside only added to the erotic excitement.

  The two soldiers followed them, Miguel's hand around her waist possessively. “This used to be a prison for political prisoners before El Presidente took command of the county. Many that entered through that door never left it standing up."

  They were going down a long hall, cells opened to the hallway, no privacy afforded, even to the small sink and toilet that was placed in the corner of the rooms. There was a cot in each room, conveniently placed in the center, some still with leather straps placed in all four corners. “Is it still used?” She wasn't sure if she should ask that, still trying to figure out where she stood with Miguel.

  "Officially no,�
� Miguel skirting the issue.

  "Should I worry?” Monika's voice trembled slightly.

  "Fear is just as much an aphrodisiac as arousal.” They went to the end of the hall, two large doors looking so imposing. “This is the interrogation room."

  Monika felt her fear increasing as she walked into the room. It was large, filled with various pieces of furniture, if that is what you could call them. Most of them looked like they dated back to medieval times, heavy wood, iron and chains. They all had one express purpose. To keep the individual secured in them, immobile, unable to stop the atrocities that would be committed on their bodies.

  Miguel led Monika over to his favorite. “This is the rack. I'm sure you have heard of it. It can literally pull a body apart by its limbs. And can be slow and painful or quick and deadly, depending on the inquisitors’ desires. Most inquisitors achieve sexual pleasure from torturing their victim. And, if done correctly, the victim can also achieve the same pleasure, their choices taken from them by the tight bondage, free to focus all their attention on what is being done to their unwilling bodies. Unable to stop the most perverse acts committed on them."

  Monika looked at the rack. It was made of thick, hewn wood, rectangular, over seven feet long. On each corner was a wooden roller, a chain connected to a thick leather cuff rolled around the roller. The cuffs lay opened on the table, beckoning to its next victim. The rack wood was stained from years of use. It was wider than she would have expected, almost more square than rectangular. And the ones she saw in history books only had two rollers, one at each end, this one more sinister, though she was not going to ask many questions.

  "It can be lowered or raised, one end higher than the other, all to make the victim easily assessable to whatever the inquisitors’ desired. It was a favorite for female victims, leaving them helpless and open.” He looked at Monika, a hint of fear in her eyes. He liked that. Now he would see how willing she would be.

  "Very interesting,” Monika wanting to move on. She watched as Miguel flipped a switch, the gentle hum of a motor beginning. He pushed a button and the rack at one end lowered to the ground, the other end moving higher. She suddenly got the feeling they weren't going to move on yet. Miguel still had more to tell. This one had been updated with modern technology, motors replacing the manual cranks of the past.

  "Would you like to try it out, Monika?” He waited, seeing the look in her eyes when he said it.

  Now she understood what El Presidente had meant, though she didn't understand how she would enjoy being tortured. It was a moment of decision. She had already been afraid of being restrained, even panicking when her own blouse held her arms pinned. Now she was to entrust her safety to a military general in the bowels of a building that housed a torture chamber and maybe still used for that purpose. To be tied to a device that would literally tear the limbs from her body. And three men that would be able to do anything to her body while she was incapacitated. It normally wouldn't have been a hard decision to turn him down flat. Except. Her pussy was soaked at the thought of Miguel having such control over her body. She had been dreaming of him demanding her submission as Michael does. No, more than what Michael does. And that excited her more than she feared. She didn't say a word, moving to the foot of the rack. She laid back on the steep incline until her back hit the hard wood, her feet on the ground. She waited for his instructions.

  So El Presidente knew Monika better than Miguel did. He was sure that she would turn him down, yet here she was, lying back on the rack as if she were getting into her bed for a good nights sleep. He would not underestimate her again. He would push to see her far her limits were. “Arms over your head, Monika.” Miguel nodded to one of the guards, the soldier stunned as he watched the girl willingly submitted, grabbing the leather cuff and bringing it down to meet her raised arm.

  She felt the guard grip her wrist in his powerful hand, pulling her arm until she felt it stretch to meet the cold leather strap. She had to stop from panicking when she felt the leather wrapped around her slim wrist, gasping as the leather tightened. She didn't have time to think as the other soldier made short work of her other wrist, feeling the pressure in her shoulders as her arms were strung high above her head. She looked up with a panicked look on her face as she tugged on the chains, the iron chains banging noisily, but holding her secured. She took a deep breath, trying to fill her lungs, her heart racing widely. She looked down, her breasts strained by the thrust of her arms, so vulnerable, yet she couldn't help but noticed the way her nipples protruded out, pushing out so provocatively as if begging to be touched. Or worse.

  Miguel wanted the pleasure of securing her legs. He pushed a button and the table began to move up on one end.

  "EEEEWWW,” panic in her shouted gasp as the table began to move, Monika afraid that her arms would be stretched. The table began to get level, actually taking some of the pressure off her shoulders. She looked at Miguel as he moved to the end of the table, readying the other straps. He was staring up between her legs, Monika afraid of how she would be in a few minutes once he secured her legs to the two corners of the table. That is when she would be most vulnerable, her legs spread wide, her short skirt would do little to protect her.

  "Relax,” Miguel tried to calm her as his hand gripped one of her ankles, his large hand easily able to encircle it. He felt her muscles tighten, giving her a moment to surrender. He moved to the corner of the table, pulling one leg over with him, her other leg moving with him as she tried to keep her legs closed. He took his time as he secured the worn leather strap around her ankle, tightening it until the leather cut into her soft flesh. He released it, Monika testing the chains, the clanging of the iron chain on the hard wood table filling the room with their ominous sound.

  Now the panic sent in again as Miguel grabbed her other ankle in his powerful grip. He would spread her legs so provocatively, the table wide. The two soldiers moved to the foot of the rack to get a better view. She felt her legs pulled open, unable to do anything but submit, her choices taken away when her arms were bound in the leather cuffs. She felt her legs spreading wider, her pussy getting wetter as Miguel spread her leg to the other side. It wasn't as bad as she thought, the chain closer. She felt the leather cuffs digging into her skin until she was bound tight. Miguel stood back and feasted his eyes on his prey. Her breasts were thrust up high, her heavy breathing making them move erotically, her nipples pushing out her top. Then his eyes moved to her naked legs, spread so willingly, the leather cuffs keeping her open. He moved up to her head, looking down at her, the two soldiers standing to the side, eager to see what would happen.

  "How are you doing, Monika?"

  His voice almost sounded genuinely concerned, but she didn't know how he could be since she was the one that was bound on a torture device. “How should I be?"

  "Well, Monika, you are bound to a table, your arms and legs spread to the corner like a butterfly.” His hand pushed her hair from her face, feeling the sweat on her forehead. His hand moved over her cheek and traced along her lips. His fingers moved inside her lips, forcing her mouth to open wider as he pushed his finger inside. He began to move his finger in and out of her mouth. “Your mouth is open, my finger inside fucking you, but it could be just as easily my cock. Or theirs,” pointing to the two soldiers. “Or all of us."

  He was fucking her mouth, Monika wishing it was his cock instead, but the mention of the other two soldiers opened up something new. She hadn't expected that Miguel would allow others to have her. Though she should have expected it, the soldiers standing close to her, able to see everything that Miguel might do to her. She did what was expected of her, sucking his finger as though it was his cock.

  "Yes, very good, Monika.” She was sucking his finger, making his cock grow at the thought of being inside her hot, tight mouth. He pulled his finger out of her mouth, one finger trailing down over her bosom and down between the valley of her breasts. Her chest was heaving up and down, his finger tracing over the fullness o
f one breast, circling the nipple that grew in anticipation of his touch. “And those lovely breasts. I could make them naked, your nipples available to whatever I wish to do to them. Have you ever felt the exquisite pleasure of a clamp biting into the sensitive tips? Or nestled a cock between them until it came all over your face?"

  What was going to happen to me? Miguel looked down at her, pinching her nipple until she squealed in pain, but the pain raced between her legs, igniting a lust that she had never felt before.

  "And I forgot to tell you. There are four rollers instead of two on this table for a reason. Not only will they stretch you, but they will also move to the side and spread you. Especially those lovely legs. I can spread your legs until your crotch feels likes it's on fire. And strip you naked, your pussy spread so obscenely that I could peer deep inside your body without touching you."

  That scared her more than anything else, now knowing why her legs were not spread very wide. The soldiers were looking up between her legs, her short skirt doing little to hide her treasures from them.

  "That is what I am going to do now, Monika. I want those lovely legs spread wide.” Miguel pushed a button, a red light coming on the panel. “Don't fight it, Monika, it will do no good and you could hurt yourself.” He pushed the button and the twin rollers at her feet began to move sideways, the chain pulling up.