Kingston, Sara - Grace's Final Submission [Locks and Chains] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)

by Sara Kingston

  “Yes, slave, I can do anything I want to this body that we own. It’s not your own any longer. You’ll learn that.” He started to slowly thrust his fingers in her ass gently, but with purpose. Grace felt heat shoot straight to her pussy. She shifted in the chair, limited by her restraints, and she wanted something to fill her or rub her or something.

  “Soon you’ll be begging your Masters to use this body. To do anything we wish to you.”

  Grace’s brain felt as though it had received a sudden jolt of caffeine. She’d accepted the Lifestyle she had sold herself into. She had always been interested in BDSM, although giving up her free will was not a concept she had imagined for herself. Grace felt a flick to her engorged clit and desperately tried to swallow the moan on her lips.

  She had resigned herself to being used as a slave. Nevertheless, to give up all free will, to give up control of her body was not going to happen. She could not allow it. Her self-defense mechanisms triggered her need for control. “You will be waiting a long time, Master. It will be a cold day in hell before I give you my free will.” Both Michael and Jason let out a loud laugh and looked directly into her eyes.

  “There’s the defiance you’ve been bottling up. Did you think we didn’t see it? Did you think we weren’t aware of your need for control? You’ve been manipulating us, trying to make us think you were our perfect little slave.” He pulled his fingers from her ass and wiped them on a wet cloth on the table.

  “I was doing as you commanded. Trying to be what everyone told me I should be,” she screamed.

  “My dear little slave, there’s no template for the perfect slave. Jason and I don’t want a mindless subservient. We want Slave Grace, the true, real, person.” Michael faced her, only inches away. “You’ll learn to trust your Masters. You’ll become the true slave you are, Grace. Not only do we see your defiance, but also the slave begging to be released. We’re going to enjoy your surrender.” He turned back to between her spread legs. “Now let’s get back to this evening’s main event. I’ll make you beg us to fuck you any way we want, do anything we want to you, before the night is through.” Michael then brought the extra arm of the chair into position.

  Grace looked down between her legs and saw it had two dildos of different sizes and shapes attached to it. There was also what looked to be a clit vibrator. Michael inserted the smaller, thinner dildo into her ass slowly.

  “Jason, come look at this tight ass of our slave. Is that not just begging to be fucked?” He inserted the dildo halfway into her ass and purred.

  “After we finished stretching you, I’m going to really enjoy taking you,” Jason replied.

  Michael then started pushing the second dildo into her pussy. Once it was inserted halfway, he was able to push both dildos until they were fully inside her. Grace made a small grunting sound. He looked quickly at her face, searching for signs of real pain. All he found there was a mix of desire combined with anger and some frustration. He positioned the clit vibrator against her already extended clit and switched it on to the lowest setting. He took a step back, looking at his handiwork and making sure everything was in place. Nodding, he took two more paces backward.

  “Well, there we go. All set up, slave. Just relax and enjoy yourself for a while.” Laughing at his own joke, he joined Jason on a club chair. The both lounged back, giving themselves a respite before the main event. He sipped his drink, and the burn from the scotch helped to divert his attention from the burning need in his cock. They sat in silence, drinking and watching her. The only noise in the room was the buzzing of the vibrator.

  Slowly the vibrator against her clit was building the heat of orgasm. She didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of seeing her overtaken by the pleasure. Grace wanted to prove them wrong, prove that she was in control of her body and would not break, but she also needed release from the sexual fever that was burning into her senses.

  Moaning in surrender with the need to come, Grace ceased the battle with her mind and let her body become her master. Grace was now in a place where she was totally out of control, with the feeling of release just beyond her fingertips. Just as the orgasm crested and was about to explode in her body, the vibrator stopped. Frustrated, Grace wriggled in the chair as much as the restraints would allow. Moving and jolting, trying to move closer to the dildos and wiggling her clit on the still vibrator. She grabbed hold of the need in her body, trying to snuff it. She would not hump the dildos. She needed to show a little control, save a small piece of her dignity.

  Suddenly, the vibrator started again, and she relaxed. She looked at Michael and saw he held something small in his hand. It looked like a remote control. The bastard was remotely controlling the vibrator. This is not good. This is not good. Think, Grace, find the strength. Another orgasm started to build, and again, right before she was able to tumble over the edge of pleasure and feel the flood of endorphins, it stopped. This continued over and over again.

  The sexual fever started to burn her. It was becoming unbearable. Grace had closed her eyes in an attempt to hold her body in check. But her need was becoming stronger than she was. She opened her eyes and looked around the room, expecting to find them staring at her. Instead, she was shocked to find them drinking and talking to each other, as though they weren’t in the room with a naked girl strapped to a chair, with dildos in her pussy and ass, slowly being driven insane with sexual fever.

  The vibrator stopped again. Grace couldn’t help herself. Her body switched to autopilot. Her brain was no longer required. She began humping the dildos, straining to thrust them deeper. She wanted, needed to get the orgasm they were denying her. Grace continued to hump on the dildos, hoping that with the added stimulation she would finally find the release her body and mind demanded.

  Michael rose from his chair and stalked her like the prey she was. “Are you ready to beg yet, slave? Are you ready to beg for the cock you so desperately need? You know that I’ll not let you have your release until you beg your Masters for their cocks.” Even at the height of her fever, Grace couldn’t let herself go. She could not beg. She couldn’t give up control. Her body was screaming for her mind to shut the hell up and just enjoy.

  “As you wish, slave, let’s see how much longer you can last. I can already see you trying to fuck those dildos. How much longer do you think you can hold on? How much longer till your true nature takes control of your mind and turns you into nothing but a wanton slave?” As Grace watched him walk away, she knew not much longer. Her ability to control her need was slipping, shortening. Her own sanity was now in question.

  After what felt like an eternity to Grace, she felt Michael stroking her forehead, looking down at the mess she had become. “Very well done, slave, you’ve been on this device for an hour and twenty minutes and still you haven’t begged.” His voice was soft and comforting, even proud.

  “That’s an hour longer than what I thought you’d last. It shows us how truly strong your will and endurance is. I think it’s now time for me to change tactics.”

  He fiddled with the vibrator against her painfully swollen clit, turning it to the highest setting. Standing over her, he grabbed each of her breasts and started to pinch her nipples. He clicked the switch on the remote inside his pocket, and the added speed of the vibrator together with his stimulation of her nipples quickly built another orgasm of massive proportions.

  “Come for me, slave, and tell me who your Master is.” Finally, the orgasm hit, and an explosion of euphoria bordering on pain flooded Grace’s mind. Nothing existed but this man and what he could do for her. She wasn’t even aware she was speaking until she heard it, as though it was being said by someone else.

  “I’m yours, Masters. I am your slave to do with as you wish. Use me. Your slave needs to be fucked, Master. Please give your slave your beautiful cock, Master.” A moment of insight overtook Grace, and she looked into Michael’s eyes. What she saw there was a flash of victory and dominance blazing like fire.

  “Very g
ood, slave,” he cooed to her as her body began to calm down. Grace struggled to hear anything other than the sound of her blood thumping in her veins. “Now, my little slave, you’re ready!” He unbuckled the straps holding her to the chair. He then tugged on the lead that she didn’t realize was still attached to her collar, dragging her off the chair on rubbery limbs. He led the crawling slave over to the club chairs where Jason was sitting.

  “Greet position, my slave.”

  Grace assumed the position.

  “Well, you were right, Michael, as always. She was hiding her defiance, and I’m surprised at her strength of will.” He didn’t try to hide the admiration he felt for her.

  “Yes, after some more training, she’ll submit to us fully.”

  Michael was rubbing her nipples as he spoke, keeping them pebble hard and erect, slowing, pinching, and twisting them. Grace needed to be fucked. Her brain was still muddled, her thoughts were incoherent, but one thing she did know was that she needed a cock inside her, more than she needed air to breathe.

  Chapter Ten

  Jason rose from his chair and circled the beautiful panting slave at his feet. He dropped behind the kneeling woman and gently pushed her forward until she was on all fours. Kneeling behind her he positioned his cock between her pussy lips and thrust hard.

  She moaned at finally being filled with human flesh. The friction against her innermost walls and the feel of warm, soft skin made her purr in pleasure as he pumped and thrust hard and fast. “Nice, tight pussy here, slave. You were built for us. Just for us.” Jason rolled his hips a little, and Grace felt the thrill of his cock dragging against her G-spot.

  Michael stood in front of her, his eyes fixed on Jason and what he was doing to Grace’s sopping pussy. He held his cock in his closed fist, gently stroking back and forward, pumping and massaging. “Suck on my cock, slave.” He then knelt in front of Grace’s face, and she opened her mouth, swallowing down on his cock. Rubbing her tongue with a fervor against the underside of his cock, savoring the feel of it in her mouth, she had never experienced such a single, focused need in her life. The only function her brain could provide was the knowledge that only these men and their cocks could bring her to the nirvana she craved, wanted, needed.

  “Jason, let’s take her together.” Both men pulled out of her body, and she instantly felt empty She whimpered in distress as Jason lay down on the floor next to her.

  “Okay, slave, mount me.” Grace immediately crawled on top of Jason and straddled his hips. With one hand holding his cock, she lowered herself onto his pulsing erection. She then began the long, hard ride to heaven.

  She felt herself being pushed from behind until she fell on Jason’s chest. Confused, she tried to focus on Jason’s face. She needed to search his eyes for answers. Before she could focus, she felt Michael’s body against her back and a pressure on her anus. He inserted one finger, then two fingers, scissoring them inside her, stretching her. When he was satisfied, he removed his fingers, positioning his cock at her anus, and slowly pushed through her rings of muscles.

  Grace felt burning fullness, but the erotic thoughts of being double penetrated overrode any feelings of pain. Once his cock was fully seated, she heard the male groans all around her. “Baby, your ass is so tight. It feels like it’s strangling my cock,” Michael ground out through clenched teeth.

  Jason slowly slid his cock almost out of her tightly clenching pussy and then started a slow thrusting rhythm. Michael matched his rhythm in her ass and timed to enter just as Jason withdrew.

  Michael could feel the ridges and pulsing of Jason’s cock through the thin skin barrier separating Grace’s glorious caverns.

  Grace was overwhelmed with sensation. “Please, Masters, fuck me. Fuck me hard and fast. Use your slave,” Grace screamed.

  Their control snapped at her pleading, and they began thrusting with a relentless fever. Minutes, seconds, hours, time lost all meaning for Grace as her body began to burn and throb. As one orgasm hit, her body flew straight toward another. Over and over they pounded her, forcing her to have orgasm after orgasm. The room echoed with screams and groans and a slave chanting, “Fuck me, please fuck me. Use me. I’m your slave.”

  Michael pushed a small vibrator between Jason and Grace, positioning it on her clit at the highest speed. Immediately, the most powerful orgasm overtook her, and she felt her muscles clamp hard on both the cocks inside her. The pulsating muscles were not just in her pussy but her ass as well. Two male voices hollered their release and both cocks bathed her pussy and ass in cum.

  Panting, Michael spoke directly in her ear. “See, my dear slave, look at what your Masters can do for your body. It was built for your Masters to own and control, to cherish and protect, to pleasure and punish. Accept your destiny and submit to us. Trust us to care for you.” The vibrator continued on her poor abused clit. The orgasms didn’t stop. They just rolled on again and again. Now in deep orgasmic pain from the continued abuse of her tortured clit, her last thought before she passed out was I am their slave…

  The next week disappeared quickly. Grace had fallen into a routine in the house and with her Masters. Each day she took care of the household needs, at night she took care of her Masters’ needs, and they took care of hers. She tried one day to count the number of orgasms she’d had in a day, and after seven she decided, who needed to count? How things have changed, she thought.

  Grace was very excited about starting a personal assistant job the next week in the offices of her Masters. They had discussed the issue thoroughly and decided she was ready for a change, and thought she wouldn’t lose her new slave knowledge by being out in the world again. She loved the time she’d had in the house, but at times it did get boring and lonely. A few days a week in the office would break the time up nicely for her. However, before she could go into the office, they needed to break down a few more of her barriers. Both claimed she was still holding back.

  Friday night arrived and Grace couldn’t wait for her Masters to get home from the office. She was dressed in a red sundress and matching strappy heels and nothing else. Underwear was forbidden. The boys had bought her the dress and shoes especially for tonight, and she loved them. She hadn’t been told where they were going or what was happening, and the suspense was killing her. She’d never liked surprises, but maybe that was the old Grace. Maybe the new Grace liked surprises. Yeah right!

  Michael had told her before they left the house that tonight she was going to learn pride and the acceptance of her body, and Grace was panicking in the car as they drove to the Locks and Chains club. What the hell did that mean? How does someone find pride and acceptance of his or her body? She knew this would be some type of public event, and she ran through numerous worst-case scenarios. She reminded herself repeatedly that they would never hurt her. Nevertheless, they are constantly pushing my limits. They even show me limits I didn’t know I had. Gathering the last vestiges of her courage, she got out of the car and walked with her head held high. She felt terrific as she walked into the club with the two men who were her Masters. As they passed the security director at the door, Michael gave him a nod of acknowledgement. Proud of Grace and proud to be out with her for the first time, he hoped tonight would go as he had planned.

  Once inside the club, Michael directed them over to the seating area. He turned to Grace and commanded, “Strip, slave.”

  Grace turned looking at everyone in the club. She knew from last time she was here that slaves and submissives were scantily clad and even a few naked, which was also the case tonight. Grace could feel the heat of shame not only on her face but crawling over her body as well. She couldn’t do it. She wasn’t confident enough with her body to be naked in front of all these people.

  “Slave, take off your dress now!” Michael again demanded. Shocked, she looked at Jason and was hoping he would help her. “You don’t want me to ask you again. Take off the dress now, or Jason will rip it off you. You have already earned one punishment for your delay
in obeying me. Do you want another for disobeying me?” Grace again gave Michael a pleading look. She was shocked by the force in his voice, but admittedly turned on by it, too. She just wished he had commanded her to do something else. She stood now, not knowing what to do. Was he really telling her to take her dress off and stand here naked in front of the whole club?

  She felt Jason behind her, but still she stood frozen, her mind was so confused. Her face was aflame with her embarrassment, and panic sped through her veins. Jason grabbed the straps of her dress and ripped them. The flimsy material tore, and her breasts sprang free of the bodice. He continued to tear the material from her body, and Grace was left standing naked in the middle of the club, her dress in tatters at her feet.

  “Slave, you will be punished for your disobedience. Follow me.” It took Grace a few seconds to realize Michael was walking away. She raced to catch up with him, trying to suppress her shame at being naked for all to see. She knew that the people in the club were all living the Lifestyle, and there were other naked subs in the room, but they all looked so much younger and prettier than her. She felt that every eye in the club was on her, and she cringed in shame and embarrassment.

  Grace followed Michael through the club and down the stairs to the dungeon area. The three of them entered together. Michael led them to a corner of the room that held what looked like old-fashioned stockades.

  He unlocked and raised the top panel that split it in half. Shit! They are stockades. Surely he wouldn’t put me in there? “I’m sorry, Master Michael. Please, I’ll not disobey you again,” she pleaded.