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Taught to Submit: A Novel of Escape into Slavery

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by Powerone


  Lisa acknowledged Christina leaving, and didn't want to spend her first night away eating alone. He was charming. “Thank you Santiago,” using his name for the first time, “I would love to.” His hand on her leg felt as if it were burning a hole into her flesh.

  "Check please.” Santiago took the check from the bartender, signed and returned it. “Shall we go Senora, I have a car outside.” His hand reluctantly moved from her leg to grip her elbow. He stared at her legs as she struggled to get down from the stool without her skirt riding up any further.

  She liked the way he looked at her, not like Bill did, like a piece of meat. She had enjoyed sex with Bill, but had been surprised when he held her hands over her head the first time. From there he progressed to binding her while making her submit to his every perversion. The rest of the time he had treated her like trash. Santiago held her elbow, and Lisa slid in close to him as they walked out into the hot, humid night.

  "It is very warm here, Senora. It takes a while to get use to it.” His car pulled up to the curb, and Santiago opened the door, before the chauffeur a chance. He didn't want to miss the view, and he was not disappointed. Lisa crawled into the car, her butt pushed out into his face, her skirt riding up high. A brief glimpse of a lovely pair of black panties excited him. He hoped he would be able to enjoy her body later tonight.

  The large, black stretch Cadillac almost seemed out of place in the small town, but Lisa was grateful for the air conditioning. She didn't think about the view she was affording Santiago as she climbed into the car, Santiago quickly following. Santiago picked up a cell phone, giving orders in Spanish. Lisa wasn't sure what he was saying, but she could pick up words and phrases. It seemed he was ordering dinner. They drove for a short time, but the darkened windows much of a prevented her from seeing where they were. The car stopped, and the chauffeur quickly came around to open the door. Lisa got out of the car to find herself standing before a mansion. A double wooden door opened up to the warm glow inside. “I thought we were going to a restaurant."

  "I told you it has the best food, Senora. My chef is famous for his cuisine. Much better than you would find in any of the restaurants in town. But if you would feel more comfortable in a restaurant, I would be happy to take you to one.” He smiled at her.

  She was grateful for his offer, and surprised he seemed genuinely interested in making her comfortable. “No, this would be very lovely. I would be honored to dine in your home.” She hoped he didn't have a wife. She hadn't even bothered to ask, or even notice if he was wearing a ring. She looked down quickly, at his naked ring finger.

  He noticed her gaze. “No, Senora, my wife passed away a number of years ago."

  "I'm sorry.” She felt awkward at having brought up the subject.

  "Quite all right, Lisa. This way, let me show you my home.” He led her into the house. They spent about fifteen minutes walking around the house, showing her the living room, kitchen, the upstairs bedrooms, seven of them. He finally led her down to his favorite room, his library, a place where a man could call his own. A large wooden desk was the centerpiece of the room, the desk dating back to the early 1300's. It was ornate, a heavy wooden structure, shiny metal handles adorning it, scrolling all over the edges. A couch was in the corner of the room, with a large coffee table in front of it. A number of tables and chairs were placed around the room, all obviously antiques. Bookshelves lined the room from floor to ceiling, filled with multi colored volumes. A wooden ladder leaned against one bookshelf for retrieval of books high up toward the ceiling. Ceiling fans turned slowly, moving the air. The room smelled of man, wood and leather books.

  "This is definitely a man's room,” Lisa commented. “Your room."

  "Yes, I enjoy this room.” He was hoping to enjoy it with Lisa tonight. His cock throbbed in his pants. “I can smell dinner. Let's move to the dining room.” The fragrant aroma of Spanish seasoning wafted down from the kitchen.

  The dining room table was enormous, able to seat at least twenty. Two places were set at one end, two glasses of wine already poured. Santiago pulled out the chair for Lisa, then sat in the chair at the head of the table. A servant quickly brought out dinner, first soup and salad, then a delicious thick steak that melted in Lisa's mouth. She dug into the food, her hunger returning, the three scotches in the bar had made her lightheaded, and she needed something in her stomach.

  The conversation was light during dinner, Santiago probing Lisa without being too forward. She seemed more interested in talking about Christina and Elise then herself. Santiago often drew the conversation back to her.

  "You are obviously well off, Santiago, what do you do for a living?” Lisa wanted to make sure he was not involved in some unsavory occupation like drug smuggler.

  "My family has lived here for hundreds of years. Our interests range from farming, import and export, to manufacturing. I own a very large farm about fifty miles from here. We grow mainly vegetables, many you will find in your local grocery store. I export them and import products I need for my farm. I also manufacture clothing. It is in one of the larger cities, on the coast. It makes it easier for shipping and export. I live out here only part of the time, when I need to relax.” He saw the look on her face when she asked the question. “And no, Senora, I don't make or sell drugs,” he laughed.

  Lisa turned red, why did she think all rich men in foreign countries were drug smugglers. “I'm sorry."

  "No reason for such a beautiful girl like you to be sorry,” he complimented her. When dessert was served, Lisa wasn't sure where she found the room for it, but she did.

  "How about a nice after-dinner drink in my library?"

  "I would love that. The dinner was excellent.” She got up when Santiago pulled out her chair, his eyes on her body every second. She moved out of the room, back down to the library, still remembering the way.

  Santiago watched the gentle sway of her ass as she walked; the long tanned legs perched so nicely on the high heels she wore, the short skirt teasing his imagination. Her breasts bounced lightly to the clicking of her heels, her back seemed to arch. She was very beautiful, her blonde hair, out of place where most girls had dark hair, green eyes and a lovely mouth he imagined sliding up and down his cock as those green eyes would stare back at him.

  Santiago moved over to the couch and sat next to Lisa. He couldn't take his eyes from her legs, Lisa seemed to encourage it, letting her short skirt slide up high each time she sat down, and crossed her legs. One of the servants brought drinks for them, a liqueur.

  Lisa took a sip of the sweet fruity drink with a very strong alcohol taste. It burned as it went down, but she didn't want to insult her host, drinking it all down. She put the glass down on the table in front of her just in time to notice Santiago moving closer. She knew what he was about to do. He was going to kiss her, her mind racing with a million scenarios. His hands reached out, one hand on her shoulder, the other moving lower to rest on her leg, his mouth moving in closer to hers. She looked into his eyes, her gaze transmitting her approval.

  Santiago kissed her passionately, his hand pulling her closer to him, his other hand enjoying the silky touch of her naked leg. Her lips were soft, his tongue ran over them as they kissed. Lisa willingly opened her mouth slightly to allow him. He let his hand slide between her legs, still only inches above her knee, but she didn't fight his hand as he pressured her legs apart. He opened his mouth wider, and his tongue thrust into the hot depths of her mouth, finding her tongue waiting for him, lashing out at each other as their kiss increased in intensity.

  Santiago was a great kisser. He held her tightly against him, his hand taking liberties pushing between her legs. She felt her pussy getting wet at the thought of his hand sliding up under her dress, almost ashamed that he would find her panties already soaked in anticipation. His hand moved from her shoulder, to gently cup her breast.

  Santiago stopped kissing her when she gripped his wrist. He pulled back a couple of inches from her face, his eyes staring in
to hers. “Put your hand down Lisa. Now!"

  She looked at him, his eyes piercing hers. It wasn't a request—it was a command, and the tone of his voice was one that was never refused. Her hand still held his wrist, while his palm still cupped her breast. Her nipple hardened beneath his touch, his hand gently grasping her breast. She lowered her eyes and her hand, surrendering to him. She felt his kiss again, this time his tongue demanding more of her, sliding inside her mouth, rubbing over her teeth until she reciprocated.

  Santiago pulled away from the kiss again, wanting to move on. He looked at her, his hand still on her breast. He moved his other hand up, both of them grasping her breasts in his palms. “You have lovely breasts Lisa. I can feel your nipples harden beneath my touch. Do you like my touch?"

  "Yes,” she murmured. His hands openly fondled her breasts, no pretense of a passionate kiss.

  "Put your hands over your head,” he ordered her, feeling her breast rise as she complied, arching her back. Her breasts pushed deeper into his palms. “Yes that is good, Lisa. You like obeying, don't you?” He wasn't expecting an answer, he already knew.

  For a woman with two teenage girls, Lisa had a remarkable body. Her breasts were firm, his hand gripping them tightly as she pushed them into his palms. He looked down at her squirming legs, knowing she was trying to quench the lust between them. He would take care of that for her soon enough, but he would tease her first, make her beg to let her cum. He released her breasts, and pushed her back into the couch. “Keep your arms up, I like the way it poses your lovely tits.” He moved from the couch to sit in a chair in front of her. “Move forward, Lisa.” She scooted forward on the couch, unable to stop her skirt from riding up higher, her arms laced behind her head.

  She looked down, her skirt barely covering anything now, her long legs almost completely naked. He moved forward in his chair, his hands on each of her knees. “You have such lovely legs. So long and tanned.” He began to push out on her knees, his gaze between them. He felt her surrender, relaxing her legs, letting him have his way with her. He usually didn't like complete surrender in his women, liking a hint of reluctance. But that would come later when he began to make her perform greater perverted acts. They always did.

  She had to lift up her ass from the couch, her legs unable to spread any farther. T Her tight skirt pinned them together. His hands slid up her inner thighs, slowly caressing her silky flesh as he pushed out, her legs parting, her short skirt barely covering her panties. He pinched her flesh to make her jump, catching the delicate skin between his powerful fingers, forcing her to spread her legs wider with each painful pinch. “Please, that hurts.” She looked into his face, but his eyes weren't looking at her face, he was only interested in seeing up under her skirt, she was sure he wasn't even listening to what she had said.

  "Yes, so lovely, Lisa.” He peered under her skirt, teasing himself, having the power to get her naked, but enjoying the slow stripping of her body. He suddenly got up, a surprised look on Lisa's face. “Excuse me for a moment; I have a telephone call to make. Very important."

  Lisa watched him move to the desk, and dial the telephone.

  "Raul. Tengo una mujer americana encantadora el visitar de mí. Muy sumiso. Viene encima y me ayuda a demostrarle cómo los hombres españoles bien toman el cuidado de sus mujeres.” He hung up the phone, his friend Raul would soon be knocking on the door, but first he wanted Lisa bound. He didn't want her changing her mind when Raul arrived.

  He rummaged around in his desk, opening up two drawers. He finally found what he was looking for, and heaped a pile of leather straps onto the desk. He smiled back as he saw her gazing at them. Lisa thought she would cum just from the sight of the leather. She didn't even have to be told when he walked over, her wrists already out, waiting to feel the tightness of the leather.

  "You enjoy being bound, Lisa?” He knew the answer, but he wanted to hear her say it. “Answer me."

  "Yes, Sir,” she purred. “Please.” Her pussy was drenched, the thought of being bound and taken exciting her wildly. With Bill, bondage was an afterthought, with Santiago she knew it was just the beginning of a long, slow sexual experience. She knew he would teach her and make her experience so many new things.

  Santiago put the straps around her wrists, pulling them tight. He connected the two straps by metal rings and a clamp. He pulled her wrists up over her head, standing in back of the couch, pulling her arms up higher, watching her breasts rise up, Lisa's body bending backward. He snapped the clamp into a ring on the back of the couch that had been hidden from her view. Her arms were secured, he moved onto securing her lovely legs. He moved back in front of her, sitting on the chair, staring at her legs, her short skirt giving him a wide view of the darkness between her legs, hiding her treasures.

  She saw him pick up another leather strap, Lisa submissively raising up one foot toward him, not even caring if he could see under her skirt. She knew he would soon have her naked, sure she would be bound in very provocative positions, the thoughts made her mind dance in excitement. He put the leather straps around her slim ankles expertly as if he had done this dozens of times, pulling the strap tight, but not too tight. She lifted the other leg, his hands moving quickly to secure her ankle. She put her foot down, not sure what was next, waiting patiently. Her sex throbbed with desire of the unknown.

  Santiago gripped one of her ankles, slid down to the floor, and pulled her leg over to the side of the couch. “Stay in position, I want those lovely legs spread wide for me.” He pulled outward on her ankle until he was able to clamp the leather strap onto a clip on the bottom of the front couch leg. He released her ankle, her leg securing pinned to the side. “Now for the other, you will have to spread wide for me Lisa, the couch is long."

  The first one was easy, the second she knew would be more difficult. He gripped her ankle tighter, moving to the other side of the couch. She let her ass lift up from the couch, feeling her skirt slide up underneath her. She knew it would have to move up or rip. “Mmm,” she moaned, not sure if it was pleasure or pain. She felt like a turkey wishbone someone was pulling on.

  "Just a little more, Lisa.” He pulled her leg wider, seeing her panty covered sex clearly visible. The short skirt was almost to her waist, the panties pulled tightly over her body. He had to use his strength to keep her leg spread wide, while his other hand snapped the clamp into the ring. He finally succeeded, releasing her ankle, her leg tugging on the cuff. “That should keep you open wide for me."

  She looked down to see how obscenely she was spread for him, almost naked from the waist down, her legs feeling as if they were tearing. She yanked with her legs, the metal clamps clanging but holding her tightly. God, she wished he would touch her, touch her pussy so she could cum.

  Santiago sat on the table in front of her and saw the lust in her eyes. He would tease her first, keeping her sexually aroused but frustrated until Raul showed up, making her more willing to accept the both of them using her body. “Now that is how a good girl should be posed. Bound with her legs spread wide.” His hands slid between her legs, along the insides of her silky thighs, rubbing back and forth, each time going higher, teasing her. He could smell her sex, the sweet smell of arousal. His hands stopped on the edges of her panties, fingers moving up and down the edges, teasing along the silky panties that were pulled so tight over her sex. He could see the wetness, the front damp from her arousal. “Your pussy is already wet with desire, Lisa.” He let his finger move between her legs, sliding along the vee, not touching the panel of her panties, teasing along the edge, back and forth.

  She squirmed on the couch, her bound legs pulling and jerking as she tried to push her sex onto his fingers. Her pussy so hot, she wanting to feel his touch so bad. “Please touch me, make me cum.” She begged him, her hips humping.

  "You are mine for the night, Lisa. You will cum, many times. Not only from the pleasure, but also the pain.” There was a knock on the door. “I will be back in a minute, Lisa. Don't go away.�
�� He laughed as he stood, seeing the look on her face.

  "Don't let anyone in,” she begged. But he had already left the room, the door still open. Anyone coming by would be able to see her bound on the couch. She heard the door close loudly, the sound of men talking. There were sounds of footsteps coming down the hall. She shivered in fear as she stared at the doorway, waiting.

  Raul looked into the room, and saw Lisa bound to the couch, her legs spread wide. “Such a lovely American woman, Santiago. And what a provocative position you have her in.” He smiled at Lisa.

  "Lisa, this is my best friend Raul. I told him about you and he insisted on coming over to see you. I thought you might like two men to satisfy your lust. There are so many interesting things that two cocks at once can do to such a lovely body as yours."

  Lisa trembled at the thought of two strange men about to abuse her body. She saw the bulges in their pants, knowing she would have to service both of them, maybe even two at once. She tugged her legs, feeling the straps holding her tight, increasing her arousal, surrendering to the inevitable. Her mind quickly conjured up images of two hard cocks using her body for their pleasure. She couldn't say anything, resigned to her fate, but excited at the prospect.

  Raul moved behind the couch. Lisa tried to catch a glimpse of him, but was distracted as Santiago sat in front of her, his hands moving up her thighs again. She felt a pair of hands reach down from behind, large hands quickly capturing her breasts in his palms, cupping them gently. He squeezed her breasts, his strong hands easily compressing her breast flesh. She moaned softly, feeling her nipples swell under the touch. “God, yes!” Santiago finally touched her pussy, his hand sliding over the swell of her pubes, gripping her panty covered vulva in his hand and cupping it. He squeezed tightly. She thought she would cum from the touch.

  Santiago could feel her wetness through the thin material. They were soaked in her juices as Raul rubbed her tits, massaging the large globes with a clenching action. He could see her hard nipples jutting from her blouse. He gripped her sex, feeling her puffy pussy lips in his hand, squeezing tightly as if he was goosing her, her hips shooting up to offer her sex. He pinched her lips tightly together in his powerful fingers, her hips jerking up and down in pleasure. Her legs tugged on the bindings keeping her spread open, trying hard to close her legs and trap his hands.

 

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