Taught to Submit: A Novel of Escape into Slavery

by Powerone

  Miguel filled her with his hot cum, his balls emptying inside her, load after load of semen. She gripped his cock, drawing out each successive orgasm from his body as he pinned her to the desk, his fingers pinching her clit, shoving her back onto his spewing cock. He plugged her asshole with his thumb, drawing a lustful yelp of pain from her as he skewered her onto his digit, twisting and turning his fat thumb in her tiny hole. She bucked up and down, his fingers and cock drawing such diverse pleasure and pain from her untrained body. She was drenched in sweat as she came for him. He finally slumped down over her body, his cock spent, and slowly slipping out of her wet pussy. He pulled back, his cum leaking out of her pussy, the milky fluid running down the insides of her thighs. He rubbed her ass cheeks sensuously. “You were made for fucking, Elise.” He began to un-cuff her from the desk, his cock already beginning to stir as her naked body rose from the desk. Elise stretched to relax her muscles, pushing out her tits for him.

  She was embarrassed, her face red as she felt his cum dripping down her legs. He let her loose, stretching her body. Her muscles cramped from the bondage. Her legs felt like jelly after the orgasm that shook her. She looked at his cock, now only a portion of its former glory, slick with her juices, coated with a slight tinge of red, the last remnants of her virginity. He carried her over to the couch, letting her hand rest against his as she still shivered.

  "Such an exceptional girl, Elise. I have many things to teach you, many new things for you to experience. Rest for a moment, then we will see some of my friends."

  She was afraid to ask, but her mind was already racing, imagining the many scenarios dancing through her head. They all involved more then one taking her body. She snuggled closer to Miguel, knowing he would keep her safe, but also knowing he would make her do things she would have thought to be unfathomable only days ago. She knew she would do whatever he desired, anything to please him.

  CHAPTER 8

  Sexually Training Elise to Please Miguel

  Miguel enjoyed taking Elise's virginity. Her eagerness to please him made him happy, but she had so much to learn. More then he could teach her. “Let's go, Elise. I want you to meet some people.” He was silent about anymore details. Elise failed to extract any more information as they drove about five minutes to stop in front of a large house. The driver opened the door, watching Elise as she stooped to step out, his eyes on her breasts as the top slipped open, the low cut bra barely able to contain them inside.

  She felt his eyes on her backside as she stepped away from the car, knowing he was watching the gentle sway of her hips in the short pleated skirt. The high heels exaggerated the length of her legs, while the short skirt hid little of them.

  Miguel knocked, and the door was opened instantly by a servant.

  "Good evening, sir. The master awaits you in the library.” He ushered them down the long hallway, opening one of the double doors, letting Elise go through first, Miguel following. He closed the door as he walked back to the kitchen.

  Elise was a bit shocked to see three men in the room, not expecting that many, making her a little worried. The one behind the desk was about sixty-five, graying-white hair, his face a little drawn from age, but still handsome. He was about six feet tall when he stood, and had a slim build. The other men were seated in two leather chairs in front of the desk. The desk was strangely devoid of anything.

  "Nice of you to join us, Miguel. This must be the lovely American, Elise. She is as beautiful as you said.” He moved toward Elise, his hand taking hers, he brought it to his lips and gently kissed it. “My name is Diego. These gentlemen are Alano and Carnelio."

  Elise nodded. Both were about the same age as Diego. She wasn't sure why she was here. She looked over, Miguel having a seat near the other two men, Diego still holding her hand. “Thank you, sir,” she responded to his compliment.

  "Come over here,” he said, holding her hand tightly and leading her over to the large desk. He studied her, from the top of her head down to her feet. “A lovely body, Miguel. A virgin?"

  "She was a few hours ago, no longer. She is very amorous, but has so much to learn, more then I could teach her. I thought you might help me.” He smiled at Elise. “You are to obey Diego just as you would obey me. He has my permission to punish you if you don't."

  Elise couldn't believe what he had just said. He was giving her to him to train. Train sexually. Train as you would a child or pet. “Please, Miguel,” she begged, but saw nothing in his eyes that would change his mind.

  "Don't worry, Elise. I will be here the whole time, as will Alano and Carnelio. Diego is an expert in the matters of training girls such as you. You will find it very pleasurable.

  Diego reached up to her face, touching her cheek gently. “Do not fear, Elise. It will be Miguel's cock you will learn on, how to use your body to extract the maximum amount of pleasure for him. You will be surprised how an audience will make it more forbidden, more pleasurable, making you more eager to please. You do want to please Miguel, don't you?"

  She looked at him and nodded her head. “Yes,” she replied, sealing her fate, knowing she couldn't back out.

  He continued to stroke her face with his hand, gently rubbing her cheeks. “Yes, a very beautiful American girl.” He let his fingers move down to her lips, then slid between them with one finger. He began to push in with his finger, making Elise open her mouth wider as his fingers rubbed along her gums and teeth. “Has she sucked your cock?"

  "Yes, a couple of times. She has taken it in her throat, but not for very long. She was an excellent gag reflex, her choking and gagging on my cock was very pleasurable.” Miguel commented to Diego as he continued to push his finger in her mouth, rubbing it along her cheeks, pulling her tongue out with two fingers.

  "Suck my fingers,” he ordered Elise, watching as her lips closed around the two fingers in her mouth. She let her tongue play over them, making believe they were Miguel's cock, wishing they were. “Yes she is very willing, she just needs some training. First, let's see this lovely body."

  She felt her body being pulled in front of the other men. Miguel took a seat nearby, and Elise's eyes pleaded with him to no avail.

  "Stand tall, Elise. You have a very lovely body, but you must show it to advantage.” His hand glided up and down her back, forcing her to keep it straight. His hand moved to the center of her back, pushing in hard. “Stick those lovely tits out for us,” he ordered her, forcing her to arch her back, her breasts pushed out provocatively. “Now that's much better.” His hand slid around to the front to run over her stomach, moving to stand behind her, his cock pushed against her firm ass. He moved his hands over to her hips, holding them tightly. “Unbutton your blouse for us, Elise.” It wasn't a question.

  Elise hesitated, looking over at Miguel, the look of displeasure on his face. She felt the sting on her ass. Diego had spanked her, hitting her harder then she thought he could. “Ow,” she screamed in surprise.

  "I don't like to repeat myself. You now have one punishment coming. If you thought that stung, imagine what a paddle would feel like on your naked ass cheeks. Now unbutton your blouse.” This time his voice was even firmer, his hands holding her hips tighter.

  She moved her hand up, slowly unbuttoning each button, four pairs of eyes glued to her chest as the blouse slowly split open, tanned naked flesh peek through. She didn't feel right stripping off her clothes in front of strangers, especially older men who ogled her flesh as these men did. If it weren't for Miguel, she would've run from the room, but she was eager to please him. She delighted in the way he used her body and made her cum. She let the blouse slip to the floor, standing half naked. Her nipples were already hard, and she was embarrassed that the men would see how easily she was aroused.

  "Lace your hands behind your head and push your elbows to the side.” He watched as she obeyed, Miguel had probably already made her pose her tits for him. His hands reached around her, slipping his palms beneath her youthful breasts. His fingers gripped them and s
queezing the firm flesh, seeing her nipples push out farther. “Do she like her tits played with, Miguel?"

  "Definitely. In fact she likes it to be a bit painful.” Miguel smiled at Elise, seeing her head bowed, not wanting to see the expression on the men's faces as they learned her secrets.

  "Have you bound them yet?

  "No. An interesting idea. Why not try it? Would you like your tits roped Elise?” It really wasn't a question, Alano already taking a piece of rope from the desk.

  She was afraid of what else was in the desk, the rope instantly appearing. Her pussy was already wet, the thought of the rope tightened on her flesh exciting her. The thought of it being around her breasts brought a rush of new emotions to her body. She liked when Miguel had rudely handled her breasts, the pain igniting a pleasure in her body she didn't understand. She only knew the pain quickly moved to pleasure, especially when she was bound, and unable to stop him from doing what he wanted with her body.

  He seemed particularly adroit with the rope, sure that he had bound many girls in this particular fashion before, making sure he let the rough rope slide over her nipples each time he was close, her tips stretching out over an inch from the added stimulation. The rope had made them sensitive, even more than usual, the rough rope made them feel as if a layer of skin had been taken off as he rubbed them back and forth over her swollen buds. He had pulled her arms behind her back, and a shiver ran up her spine when she finally realized her arms would also be bound, leaving her unable to even give token resistance. Her arms were pulled up high behind her back, her arms along side each other, her wrists grasping the opposite arm's elbow. The rough rope was wound tightly, binding her arms, the position already forcing her breasts out farther. All eyes watching them bounce gently from the movements behind her. She shook her arms, smiles on the men as it forced her breasts to dance on her chest, the men enjoying the position the bondage had already thrust her into.

  She seemed so helpless now, a rope attached to the ceiling to her arms, making her almost stand on her toes to keep balanced. Another rope appeared from the desk, Diego wrapping around her body this time, the first couple of times right above her breasts. His fingers plucked her breasts up by the nipple, pulling them higher so he could pull the rope under her twin globes, wrapping the rope around her body at least three times before he tied it in a large knot. She looked down, her youthful breasts now looking strange, surrounded by thick layers of rope, sure he was not finished. Another rope, this time he stood in front of her, attaching the upper and lower ropes together at her sides, pulling the rope tighter so they compressed the space between them. She shivered in fear when he moved to the center, tying a new rope to the lower ropes, then pulling it up to the higher one. He watched her face as he began to pull them tighter, Elise looking down to see the upper and lower ropes begin to compress, her firm breasts stuck in the middle with nothing to do but bulge out. She felt the blood rush to her nipples as her flesh was pinched between the unyielding ropes, compressing her beautiful breasts now contoured by the ropes, forced into twin cones.

  Diego pulled the rope even tighter, liking the way her breasts already began to turn a darker red, the blood compressed into smaller and smaller space. The nipples were almost pointed, and swollen. “They look so lovely when pinched with a thick rope, don't you think so, Miguel?” He ran his palm over her nipples, feeling them instantly extend from the touch, the blood rushed to the tips making them even more sensitive. He ran his palm in a circle around them, seeing Elise arch her back to push them deeper into his palm, craving more stimulation.

  "I see she likes it,” Miguel commented on Elise's sudden ardor with her nipples. “Maybe a bit tighter.” He smiled as Diego pulled the center rope tighter, the upper and lower ropes almost meeting now, her breasts now pinned tightly together, almost flattened out between the rough ropes. “Yes, I like that,” seeing Elise biting her lip as her breasts were crushed.

  She felt a tremendous pressure in her chest as the ropes cut deeply into her tender flesh. The hands touching her sensitive nipples almost made her cum. She arched her back, wanting so much for him to pinch the tips. Diego spun her around, and Elise stood on her toes as she pirouetted around for all of them to admire his handiwork. She felt like a marionette, Diego pulling her strings—in this case, the ropes that held her bound.

  "I haven't sodomized her yet,” Miguel commented. “She has an extremely tight and erogenous anus. I have probed her numerous times, each time she has welcomed the fondling of her asshole, but I think she will need some stretching and instructions on how to use her asshole to pleasure my cock."

  Diego turned her around so that her ass was toward him, noticing the pert cheeks that pushed out the back of her short skirt. “Bring that table over here,” he instructed Alano and Carnelio.

  A short wooden table was placed next to Elise. She was afraid to ask what it was for, knowing it would somehow be involved with bondage. She feared what they were going to do to her. They talked as if she wasn't there, deciding her fate without so much as a consideration of her desires. But the tight bondage gave her little leverage to protest. She felt the rope being lowered, relieved at least she could get off her toes. Her calves ached from the strained position she was thrust into.

  Diego held her close to him, his hands on her hips. He let his hands move to the front of her legs, gripping the front of her skirt and slowly began to raise it. Elise began to twist as she suddenly realized she would be further stripped for the men. He felt her push away from his hands, her ass rubbing against his cock as he stood behind her, suddenly moving forward, embarrassed when she felt the hard cock on her ass cheeks. He slid her skirt up, her long tanned legs slowly being revealed as all eyes were on her crotch, wanting to see her lovely panty covered sex.

  She could see it in their eyes, her skirt now above her panties, the thin garment doing little to cover, more enticing as it clung to every curve and crevice in her body, sure that Miguel had bought them a size too small on purpose. She felt the skirt pulled above her waist, Diego's hands moving to the back to unsnap it and let the zipper down before he released it, letting it puddle on the ground at her feet. Now she was almost naked, clad only in the briefest of panties, her breasts starting to ache at being bound so tightly.

  "Step out of your skirt,” Diego ordered her, and Elise quickly obeyed. “Now I want you on the table on your knees. I will help you so you wouldn't fall.” He gripped her tightly around the waist as she lifted one leg at a time, pulling up her body until she was on the table, kneeling on it. “Yes, that's good,” he complimented her. He pressed down on her back. “Bend over now Elise, put your head on the table.” He pushed harder as she resisted.

  Her ass was arched up at them. Elise looked over her shoulder as their eyes were glued to her panty covered ass cheeks, as if the tight garment were a second skin. She fought the hand pushing her down, knowing she would be thrust up submissively for them, sure that her panties would be stripped from her next, her asshole prominently displayed. His hands were stronger, pushing down until she finally relented. “Good girl.” He stroked her back and moved down to her ass. “Such a nice little ass.” He let his hands caress her cheeks seductively, feeling her tighten the muscles as he moved closer to her crack, her legs tightly together, clenched in a futile response to keep him from the dark treasure snuggled deep between her cheeks.

  She saw him move in front of her after she suffered the fondling of her ass, a rope in his hand again. He tied a rope around her neck and pulled it down, moving it to the bottom of the table, forcing her head to move downward submissively. He pulled the rope toward the floor, knowing her ass was being forced up into the air even higher now, the position becoming more degrading.

  Diego moved back, ready to get her in the position he wanted her. He had her bent over, and wanted to get her legs and ass posed provocatively for them. He stroked her ass again, loving the feel of her taut flesh. Her muscles tightened each time he touched her. She would soon learn
to allow him to have his way with her body. A spanking or whipping of her ass was all that was needed—nothing severe, just a warming of her tender skin to remind her of her position. He would relish the spanking. The squeals of pain he would force from her lips always making his cock hard.

  She felt him behind her, feeling their eyes staring at her ass posed for them, the rope around her neck pulling her down.

  "Arch you back for me, Elise,” his hand stroking her naked back. His other hand went to her ass, lightly tapping her taut flesh. “Raise your ass for us, like a good girl.” She hesitated, and another light tap to her ass, almost on her pussy, was all that was needed to induce her cooperation. “Yes, that's good, higher with your ass, Elise.” His hand was able to push under her cheeks as she rose, urging her to present herself for them. His hand smoothed down her back again. “Keep your back straight, your ass up.” He caressed her buttocks again, the panties drawn tightly across her cheeks now.

  She felt like a trained dog, posed this way and that, his hands forcing her body in the position he wanted her in, her ass pointed up into the air as if she was asking them to sodomize her, posed in a position of servitude. She felt his hands nudging on the insides of her thighs, and dread the thought of spreading her legs for him, but she knew that all men—so far—always wanted her legs spread wide for them, too wide for her, Diego no exception.

  "Spread your legs, Elise. Scoot your knees out to the sides. Be a good girl and maybe I will masturbate you. You'd like that wouldn't you? Make your pussy nice and wet? I imagine this is making you wet already.” He pushed out on the insides of her thighs, inpatient with her progress, eager to get at her treasures. “Spread wide and keep them that way,” his voice more demanding now. He hooked his hands on the inside of her knees, pushing outward. “Bow them out wide for me.” He slapped her inner thigh. “Keep them open that way or I will punish your thighs with a leather slapper."