Taught to Submit: A Novel of Escape into Slavery

by Powerone

  "Please, no,” she cried out, the thought of where the finger had been, even if it was in her, it was too disgusting to contemplate.

  "He was nice enough to put his finger in your asshole when you asked him to. The least you could do is clean it. Now obey!"

  The waiter didn't hesitate when he saw Elise open her mouth, his finger quickly running over her lips before pushing into her mouth as if he was making her suck his cock. She saw the bulge in his pants as her tongue swirled around the finger, the musky taste spreading in her mouth. Her lips tightened around his finger as he pulled it from her mouth. Her tongue still lapped at it until it finally left her mouth.

  "Thank you.” He seemed to dismiss the waiter.

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  Miguel began to make small conversation with her again, almost as if the whole incident never happened. He smiled at her, enjoying the way she had submitted to his commands, submitting to the waiter touching her body so intimately.

  Miguel made no mention of it for the rest of the evening. They enjoyed another bottle of wine. Elise became lightheaded, but after what she had endured, the fog of alcohol was what she needed to put it aside. Miguel occasionally reached over and stroke her body as if he owned it. Her nipples hardened into little pebbles when his fingers stroked them. His large hand easily encircled one of her globes, squeezing it tight, compressing the firm flesh in his powerful grasp. She even parted her legs when he slipped her dress up, his finger running up and down her wet slit, not sure if it was the melted ice or her juices. The incident with the waiter was humiliating, but it also was strangely exciting, submitting to such indignities. It was the same tingling she felt when she allowed Bill to explore her body so freely, her fists tightly clenched at her sides. She thought she would cum from his finger, but he always seemed to know exactly when to stop, leaving her on the brink of orgasm, her body wanting so badly to be filled.

  It was getting late, and the restaurant clearing out. They had coffee, Elise needed it to counter act the effects of alcohol. The waiter came over with the bill. “Anything else, Senor?"

  She saw Miguel put a one hundred dollar bill on the table as a tip, an exorbitant tip to Elise in America, much less in Panama. She realized that the dollar was almost the official paper money of Panama, but the country was so poor, the dollar buying so much more. She saw Miguel turn to her.

  "Don't you want to thank the waiter for making your pussy and asshole feel better?"

  She turned red again; the sound of what he had done sounding so perverse. “Thank you,” she said quietly, too embarrassed to look into his eyes.

  "Can you take a break, Pedro?” His eyes glanced at the name the tag he wore. “Elise is embarrassed at what happened, but she would like to thank you properly."

  Elise looked up quickly, seeing the evil glint in Miguel's eye, and wondered what he would subject her to this time, sure that it would be perverse. She thought of just getting up and leaving, but Miguel seemed to know how to control her. That, and the fact he had left her aroused but unfulfilled. Maybe this time she would be allowed to cum. Allowed, she thought, he seemed to even control that. Why did she let him do this to her?

  The waiter saw the hundred dollar bill, more then he usually made in two weeks. “Of course, Senor, where?"

  "I saw a back entrance, why don't you meet us there in five minutes."

  "Si, Senor,” picking up the money and clearing the table.

  "What am I going to do?” Elise gazed into his eyes, a smile on his face.

  "I will teach you, Elise,” he answered. They walked around to the back of the restaurant. The light from the kitchen shone brightly, and an overhead light illuminated the area. She could see the garbage cans filled to the brim, heard the clatter of dishes being washed. The faint smell of food cooking wafted from the kitchen door, mixing with the foul smell of garbage. The waiter pushed out the door, letting it slam against the wall. Pedro was anxious to see how Elise would thank him.

  Miguel put his coat on the ground in front of Elise. “I think since he helped relieve your sex that she should do the same for him. Kneel down on my coat Elise."

  It suddenly dawned on her what would be required. Miguel wanted her to suck his cock. She had never done it before. She had stroked the cock of a boy she had dated once, but it was over in less than a minute. His inexperience made him shoot off prematurely, and her hand was covered in the thick, hot cum. The thought of taking a cock in her mouth disgusted her. The fear of even some of his cum leaking in her mouth almost made her gag. What if Miguel let him cum in her mouth? What would she do? “Please, not that. Let me stroke it with my hand. I can do that real good. I will make him cum with my hand,” she begged Miguel.

  "I think he deserves something better then a jerk off, Elise. I think he would enjoy putting his cock in the mouth of such a lovely girl. And I know I would enjoy watching you do it.” He pushed down on her shoulders until she relented, slowly kneeling on the coat. The waiter moved closer, towering over Elise as she knelt so submissively in the dirty alley.

  She looked around, afraid they would be seen. The waiter was young, almost her age, dressed in black pants and a white shirt, smelling as a person would who had served food all evening. The lingering smell mixed with his sweat. She felt Miguel behind her, his hands still on her shoulders, Elise finally looking up, struck by the bulge in the waiter's pants, only inches from her face. She didn't know if she could go through with this, taking the cock of a stranger in her mouth, sucking him until he was ready to cum. She was afraid to even think about what would happen then, putting it out of her head.

  Miguel moved his hands up the side of Elise's head, pushing her head up until she was staring at the cock that strained the waiter's trousers. “Touch it with your hands. Through his clothes first,” he ordered Elise. He watched her hands tremble at her sides, not completely sure she would comply with his request. He knew if she didn't, he would take her back to the hotel, leaving her to the life she had before she met him, a life of sexual fantasy, never to be fulfilled. She had performed for him before, but it was usually with him or someone else doing it to her. This would require her to perform a sexual act on a stranger, sure this would be the first of many if she accepted.

  She didn't know why, but her hands rose up and tugged at the cock that strained the pants of the waiter. As soon as she touched it, his hips shot forward, his cock jerked in her hand. She was nervous, not sure what to do. She clutched it tighter; her slim fingers wrapped around it, feeling how large it was, rock hard beneath her fingertips. A moan escaped from his lips.

  "How does it feel, Elise,” Miguel asked her.

  "It's so big. And hard.” Her hand ran up and down the shaft, her fingers tightened on it as she slid along the length. “I don't know if I can take it in my mouth,” she confessed. She was afraid it might split her lips apart. It was different, it wasn't that he was her lover. She was doing it because Miguel ordered her. It was a strange situation, Miguel knowing her only for the day and he had already known her body intimately, now he was forcing her to have sex with strangers. Why was she consenting? Even as she pondered this, her hand continued the gentle masturbation of his cock.

  Miguel's voice broke her train of thought. “Take his cock out of his pants, Elise. I want you to feel a hot cock in your hand. I don't think he can wait much longer, your pretty little hand will make him cum soon."

  The waiter moved to lower his zipper, anything to get the lovely American to suck his cock.

  "No, Elise wants to do that. Don't you Elise?"

  Embarrassed she quietly responded, “Yes.” She would do what Miguel required of her. Her hand moved to the zipper of his pants, gripping it, feeling his cock throbbing to get out of the tight fitting garment. The sliding zipper sounded so loud, almost as if it could be heard inside the restaurant, and the patrons would be running outside to catch her on her knees. Her fingers moved to his belt, and unbuckled it, then the single snap on the pants opened. His pants opened in a wide vee, and h
is cock bulged out his white briefs. Her fingers outlined the hard cock, molding his shorts as she ran her fingers up the shaft. She could see the outline of the head, almost as if it were a helmet. Her fingers touched the wet spot on the tip, and knew she had excited it until it leaked pre-cum. She looked up at him, his eyes wide and staring at her. A moan escaped from his lips as her other hand reached into his pants and cupped the heavy balls, feeling how swollen and hot they were.

  "You seem to have a talent for this, Elise. Now take his cock out, feel his hot flesh in your hand. Careful you don't make him cum,” he warned her.

  She looked down, as she pulled his shorts down slowly, surprised when his cock popped out and bobbed only inches from her face. She let his shorts slide down to his knees. Her hands slid up his legs, one hand stopped when she got to his balls, gripped the heavy bag as she felt the twin balls inside. She gripped it gently as she felt his hips slide forward, his balls pushed into her hand. Her other hand gripped the shaft of his cock, her hand wrapped tightly around it as she felt it jerk. She felt it throb, almost as if it was his heartbeat; her hand began to move up and down the shaft, along the hot skin.

  "You are going to have to do better then that, Elise. I want you to lick the shaft. From his balls all the way to the head. Make sure you run your tongue over the tip. I want you to taste his cum. Look up into his eyes as you do it. A man loves to see the eyes of the girl that is sucking his cock.

  Miguel lifted her head upward.

  Her tongue pushed out her lips tentatively, almost afraid of the first contact with his cock. She fought the urge to get up and run, the thought of what she was about to do frightened her. If Miguel could make her do this, what else would be required of her? She felt his hands tighten on her shoulders, urge her. She stuck her tongue out again, let it run up the shaft, the taste slightly salty as she felt the thick vein run up the side, felt it throb beneath her tongue. Her tongue touched the rim beneath the head, her hand pulled his cock out straight, bent it, heard him groan as her hand gripped the thick shaft tighter. She let the flat part of her tongue lap at the head, and felt it jerk. Her hand tightened to control the hard cock. She tasted the slightly bitter taste of fluid leaking from the tip, salty and thick. The taste lingered in her mouth and mixed with her saliva. She pushed her tongue out again and bathed the head with her spit, lathering it as it throbbed and jerked in her hand. She slid her hand up and down the shaft, not even realizing she was doing it. She looked back at Miguel, his body towered over hers. “Am I doing it right?” She wanted his approval.

  "Very good, Elise. Wet your lips and put the head of his cock inside your mouth. Be very careful with your teeth. You don't want to scratch his cock with them.” Miguel almost wished it was his cock, not the waiter's, but he wanted to teach her obedience first. There would be time to teach her how to deep throat his cock, to watch as she swallowed it. Her head turned back to the job at hand, her tongue moved out and licked her lips, the saliva glistening in the light of the alley.

  Elise used two hands to hold his cock. The hard member jerked as soon as her lips touched it, her mouth open in a wide ‘O’ as his hips pushed forward, egged on by her hot breath blowing on the throbbing flesh.

  "God, wrap your lips around it, Senora,” he begged her. The sight of the lovely American girl being taught by Miguel to suck his cock made him ready to cum. “Mmm,” he cried as her lips tightened on him. He pushed his hips forward, burying it deeper into her mouth.

  "Use your tongue on it, Elise, lap at it like a dog,” Miguel ordered her, seeing that the waiter wouldn't be able to last.

  Her tongue ran over the head, felt her mouth flooded with the salty taste, more of the thick fluid filled it. It was bitter. The thought of him cumming in her mouth scared her. Would he choke her with it?

  "Take it out of your mouth, Elise, he is ready to cum. I want him to cum on your face. Stroke it and make it cum."

  She was relieved. While the thought of him cumming on her face was humiliating enough, it was much better then in her mouth. She pulled the cock out, the head aimed directly at her face. Her hand glided up and down the shaft making sure it ran over the ridge of the head, feeling him shudder each time she did. Her other hand cupped his balls, gently compressing. She barely had time to close her eyes when she heard him moan deeply, saw the hole in the head open and his cum shoot out just as her eyes closed. It felt like her skin was burned when it landed on her nose, the thick fluid hitting her with a loud splat.

  "Hey, look! Pedro is getting his cock sucked by the gringa!” The kitchen door from the restaurant opened as some of the other waiters peered out into the night to watch the scene that unfolded.

  Elise opened her eyes to see the commotion; the sight of others watching her perform such a degrading act humiliated her. But her hand continued to stroke the cock, the next load of cum hitting her lips. Her mouth was slightly open, and some of the thick fluid ran down her chin. Two more times she urged his cum out, her hand continued to squeeze his balls, her face quickly getting soaked with his hot cum.

  The waiter couldn't believe his good fortune. The lovely American girl was making him cum, her face covered with it. Her eyes stared at him as his co-workers watched the lovely scene. “Yes, Senora, make me cum,” he shouted. Her hand finally stopped, his cock growing flaccid in her hand. He handed her his towel. “For you, Senora. Wipe your face.” He put his cock back into his pants. “Thank you, Senor. The lovely American was very good.” He went back into the restaurant, while the sound of his co-workers cheered him as the door closed.

  Miguel helped her up, watching as she smothered down her dress. “You were very obedient, Elise."

  Elise felt the juices run down her thighs as she stood. While the act was degrading, she did feel the arousal that came from submitting to Miguel. The same thing she felt with her mother's boyfriend. She could feel the sticky cum drying on her face, the towel doing little to get rid of the remainder. When they got back into the limousine, Miguel handed her a wet washcloth, Elise was relieved to rid herself of the boy's cum from her face. She squirmed in the seat as they drove away, her arousal unsatisfied. “Why?"

  "Why what?” Miguel responded to her question, though he thought he already knew.

  "Why didn't you let him cum in my mouth?” She was almost embarrassed to ask, but she had to know.

  "I want that privilege for myself."

  Her gaze shifted down to the front of his pants, seeing the bulge. “Does it excite you to make me do things like that?” She was getting bolder.

  "Does it excite you to submit to my demands? Miguel asked in return.

  "Yes, very much so.” She quickly wanted to change the conversation, feeling her face turning red in shame, not even sure why she'd admitted it. Almost afraid at what he might make her do next. “Where are we going?"

  "Back to your hotel.” He saw her frown, and quickly added, “I want to see if your room is as I asked."

  She felt her face light up, hoping he didn't notice. She was puzzled. She had been in her room, not noticing anything in particular about it. It was a very spacious room, but nothing she could say that was extraordinary.

  "You still have to be punished for wearing panties.” He smiled as he said it, looking down on her legs, her dress riding high up her thighs. He saw the look on her face.

  She didn't know what to think. He had already burned her pussy and asshole with hot sauce. She feared further punishment, the thought of more, severe pain entering into this strange relationship. Yet she couldn't deny the feeling between her legs, knowing her pussy was soaked at the mere mention of being punished. She could only let her head hang down, not wanting to look into his eyes. “Yes, sir."

  The hotel clerk looked at her as she passed by, nodding to Miguel, obviously recognizing him. “Good evening, Senora,” smiling at her. “I hope you are enjoying our town."

  "Yes, thank you. Is my sister or my mother in their room?"

  "No, Senora. Your lovely sister went out clubbin
g with a group of boys and girls she met in the lobby. They are going to the Prison, a popular club that was the former site of our police department. It has been converted to a very trendy club. Your mother had a date with Mr. Sanchez, the Mayor. They met over drinks at the cantina. They left a couple of hours ago. I thought I heard them say they were dining at his hacienda at the edge of town."

  "Thank you,” Elise responded, turning red as Miguel escorted her to her room. She felt more naked without her panties and bra, knowing the eyes of the clerk were glued to her as she walked, aware her breasts were bouncing in the dress, the swish of her skirt on her naked ass sounding noisily. He must know she was naked beneath the thin dress. Elise fumbled with the key, unable to open the door. Miguel finally took the key from her hand, a jolt raced through her body when he touched her. “Thank you,” she murmured, as Miguel held the door open for her.

  "What did you request about the room?” She was curious as to what she was missing.

  "Did you notice the furniture Elise?"

  She looked around the room, a massive wooden bed, a carved spindle in each corner, a massive headboard and footboard of twin planks. A padded bench was at the foot of the bed, also of wood, the seat padded in velvet. An upholstered chair and couch was in the corner, a large wooden table in the center. The ceiling was beamed, heavy wooden beams running the length. The hotel must have been at least a hundred years old, all the wood worn. “Lovely wooden furniture, but I still don't understand."

  "All the furniture is suitable to keeping a lovely girl bound on it. A lovely girl like you.” He watched her head lower, her face red.

  She thought she would cum when he said that, if only she could touch herself. The image of Miguel over her, her body naked and bound on any of the furniture, forced to submit to anything he did to her, made her pussy drenched, almost feeling her juices running down her naked thighs. Would he really do that? She already knew the answer. Miguel was capable of doing anything, especially to her.