Taught to Submit: A Novel of Escape into Slavery

by Powerone

  Miguel stroked his cock in front of Elise, the thick shaft lengthening as his hand stroked up and down the shaft, passing over the head, spreading the clear lubricant. “I'm going to enjoy this, Elise. Show me how much you can please me with your lovely body,” he ordered her. He got behind her, kneeling between her spread legs, pleased at the way her ass was thrust up for the sodomy. He fisted his cock and rubbed it up and down her slit from behind, feeling her pushing back onto it, wanting it in her pussy instead. He moved it up, higher this time until the head was pushed against her tiny anus.

  She shuddered when she felt the hot cock touch her asshole. The pulsating flesh of his cock seemed to come alive when he touched her, jerking in pleasure as her anus fluttered in a series of spasms she couldn't control. She felt the gradual pressure as his hips pushed forward, trying to breach her tight opening. The bondage kept her body in position, unable to move away to escape. She looked at Diego and Alano, their gazes drifting from her ass to her face, wanting to see the expression on her face as she was sodomized for the first time.

  Miguel couldn't wait any longer, his cock felt like steel. He pressed against the tiny opening and pushed with his hips, grunting as he watched her anal ring slowly open, sliding over the head of his cock as a condom would do. He pushed harder, her anus sliding to grip the head of his cock right below the ring.

  It burned as he pushed, her body unable to move away, speared on his hard cock as he entered her asshole. She gasped loudly in pain as her anus slipped over the head of his cock, trapping the thick flesh. “Don't move!” It hurt as she felt his cock keeping her asshole spread open. She didn't know how she would take it inside her, afraid of him going forward.

  "It hurts too much,” she begged, but he was pushing harder, unconcerned for her pain. He was only eager to get as much pleasure from her body as he could. She felt the spasms race through her, unable to control her muscles.

  Miguel pushed down over her body, his hips beginning to push forward, feeling her asshole slowly open to his cock. “Push out. You can take it, Elise.” He was unable to control himself, wanting to feel his cock sheathed in her hot, tight asshole. He felt her shudder as he pulled out, until his cock was gripped by her anal ring, then he shoved back in again. A sharp gasp from her lips made his cock jerk in pleasure. “Yes, so nice and tight, Elise.” He began to fuck her, taking short strokes, making her feel the thick cock sliding in and out of her asshole. He had over half of it inside her, her muscles clenching on his cock. The feeling was so pleasurable, as if she were masturbating his cock with her asshole. He saw the strained look on her face as she accepted the sodomy. He felt her jump when he plunged deeper into her bowels, knowing his cock was giving her cramps. His cock continued to open her up, making her take its full measure as he fucked her.

  It hurt badly as he continued to push inside her asshole, stretching her, straightening out her colon as he shoved in deeper, sharp pains in her abdomen as he fucked her. She wished his cock was in her pussy instead of her asshole, wanting to feel the pleasure, not the pain. It felt like it was going to come out her mouth, the cock so long, seemed to be endless, as it continued to push deeper inside her. “Please no more, it's in too deep,” she begged, tears running from her eyes.

  "Just a bit more, Elise. Two more inches of my cock and then you will have it all inside you. Then you can show me how much you can pleasure me with your asshole. Just as we have taught you.” Miguel pulled his cock out until her anal ring gripped the head with a death grip. He paused, then shoved back in, this time burying his entire member, feeling her insides ripple along his shaft as he buried it inside the hot, tight depths of her bowels. Her head shot up, a tiny scream torn from her lips as his cock was finally buried inside her. His hands stroked her ass. He made his cock jerk inside her, her inside clenching on the thick head in response. “Yes, you have it all, Elise. Can you feel it come alive inside you?"

  She tried to straighten her back, the thick cock bending inside her painfully. It was so huge, like a thick log encased in her asshole. But this was alive, jerking and jumping in excitement. She wanted him to go slow, but he wouldn't be stopped, his cock pulling out, feeling as if her guts were pulled out with it. It seemed to be endless before he stopped, her anus fluttering on the thick head that kept her stretched open. She barely had time to think before she felt it slide back in again, in one powerful stroke that pushed her face into the mattress, his belly slapping against her ass cheeks with a sharp slap that rang out in the room. She even felt his balls bang against her pussy from behind. He began to fuck her, making her take the full measure of his cock with every stroke. It wasn't as painful as the beginning, her asshole finally stretching enough to accommodate it, but she could barely contain her muscles, her asshole unnaturally clenching on him as if it didn't want it to leave, but really trying to force it out. Her body was buffeted by Miguel's powerful strokes as he took her bound body for his pleasure.

  God, her body was so hot and tight, her asshole clenching on his cock bringing such pleasure to him. She was taking his strokes with barely a whimper now, her anal ring sliding up and down his shaft in a tight grip that felt like a glove sliding over his shaft. It was time to see if she had learned to please him. “When I pull out, squeeze my cock with your asshole. Please me and I will make you cum.” His hand slid underneath her body. His fingers slid over her abdomen, moving down until he found her pussy. “You're drenched,” he teased, his fingers finding her slit wet. He slid two fingers up and down, spreading her wet lips open until he found her hole. Two fingers entered her easily, her ass jerking up as she was suddenly speared by two fat fingers. “Yes, I like that."

  It felt like one giant cock between her legs, pushing into her pussy and asshole at the same time, the duel ravishment of her young body forcing her body up, driving his cock into even deeper depths of her bowels. His other hand found her clit, sliding up to grip the swollen bud between two powerful fingers, pulling it outward. The pain was almost gone, replaced with a sudden fullness. She tightened her muscles, her asshole clinging to his cock as he pulled out, pushing outward as he shoved in, taking the full measure of him with ease. It still burned, but it wasn't painful any longer, a deeper masochistic pleasure ran through her body as he used her to satisfy his perverted lusts.

  She was surprised when she felt a strange hand on her cheek. She opened her eyes to see a cock poised only inches from her face. She looked up to see Diego, his hand holding his cock to her lips.

  "It is time to thank me for your lesson.” He pushed his hips forward until his hot cock lay touched her wet lips. His cock jerked in pleasure when her hot breath blew unconsciously on the head, a tiny drop of cum dripping out to spread on her lips.

  "Open your mouth, Elise,” Miguel ordered her, pleased when her lips parted. Diego's cock eagerly pushed into the gap between her lips until the head was encased. She closed her lips around the cock. Miguel saw her tongue move around in her mouth, knowing Diego's cock was receiving a very pleasurable tongue bath. She was a natural cocksucker. Her short lessons were all that was needed to show her the basics of giving pleasure with her mouth and tongue.

  Elise was now plugged in all her orifices, never having felt so full of cocks and fingers before, all trying to extract as much pleasure from her body as possible. They made her cum when they did, filling all her holes with their hot cum, drenching her. She swallowed Diego's cum—three times he filled her mouth, three times she swallowed it down, finally draining his balls into her mouth. She couldn't believe the pleasure as Miguel came in her bowels, his hot cum bathing her insides, his fingers driving the pleasure from her pussy as he masturbated her to orgasm. She slumped down, her bound body exhausted, and satisfied.

  Chapter 9

  Christina-The Next Morning

  It was still dark when he entered the room, sitting quietly on the chair in the corner. He pulled out a cigarette, lighting it, her body on the bed brightly illuminated. He blew out the match sending the room back into dark
ness, but not before her image was branded in his mind. The sweet smell of the cigarette filled the room, the end glowing in the darkness.

  She had drunk and taken a lot of drugs last night, the chance of her awakening was slim, more then enough time for him to get her ready. It would soon be sunrise, the room would be filled with light. He would once again see her naked body, taste her juices. His cock throbbed in his pants at the thought of it. They were in one of his bedrooms. Jade had brought her over last night, both of them drunk. Jade was in one of the other rooms, available should he need or want her, but with Christina in one of his beds, he doubted he would desire her today. It was Christina he wanted and desired, and it was Christina he would have today. She would learn to submit to an older man, just as he had taught Jade. Edmundo and the others didn't know how to fulfill the fantasies and desires of young girls like Jade and Christina. They didn't even know they existed. Their only purpose was to cum in their hot, tight pussy.

  He stroked his cock through his pants as he thought of how he had made her cum with his tongue last night, even while having Edmundo's large cock inside her virgin asshole. It was a testament to his oral skills. He finished his cigarette, snuffing it out in the ashtray beside the chair, a hint of light was breaking out on the horizon. He moved toward the bed, overstuffed mattress, four tall bedposts in each corner, thick wooden headboard and footboard and best of all, the large mirror that covered the ceiling above it, all with a purpose. He had used this bed often with girls, there were so many creative ways to position them in tight bondage, posing their bodies provocatively, leaving them so vulnerable and open. The mirrors always seemed to excite them, able to see themselves, even as they fought the bondage, even after realizing they no longer had any choice except to submit to him, multiple orgasms their reward.

  He moved quietly in the room until he was near her head, her gentle breathing barely disturbing the silence of the night. He moved closer to her face, his hand moving out, lightly touching her cheek, feeling her silky skin. She didn't stir. His fingers lingered on her skin, testing her. He let his fingers stroke her cheek, loving the tightness of her young skin, the silky smoothness, inhaling the smell of her perfume, unable to completely mask the sweet smell of sex that permeated her body. He moved his hips closer, gently pulling her head toward the edge of the bed, her body still remaining motionless in sleep. His cock jerked when it felt her face hit the front of his pants, straining to get lose of the confining cloth, eager to feel her mouth wrapped around it. He gently rubbed the front of his pants along her face feeling his cock throbbing in excitement. Her eyes clenched tightly closed, oblivious to what he was doing. He would like it much better when she was awake, his cock moving toward her mouth, her eyes opened wide in fear as he thrust himself inside her.

  It was time to get on with it, the sky was getting brighter. He was able to make out her figure beneath the light sheet, the air too warm for anything else. He looked down to see one naked leg sticking out from beneath the sheet. A silky thigh was visible, and the thought of what lay just beneath the sheet exciting him. He let his hand slide down her cheek, touching her naked skin just below her neck, moving lower until he touched the sheet. He teased himself, not slipping his hand inside the sheet, but slowly over the outside, pressing the cool material between her breasts, seeing the sheets outlining them. He was glad Christina had obeyed him, seeing her nipples poking out against the sheet, sure her breasts were naked. He let his fingertip run over the tip, feeling the hard bud grow larger as he slapped at it with his fingertip. Her body still didn't move, even though he was arousing her. She was probably having an erotic dream, her body not even registering that the touches were real. He pinched one nipple lightly, feeling the flesh between his fingers. Stop, he told himself.

  He needed to get her bound before the sun came up. He needed to do it now. He picked up the spreader bar from the floor underneath the bed. Christina had been too drunk to notice it. It was wooden with two leather cuffs secured to the ends, a ring in the center, and a leather tie wrapped around the ring. He pulled one of her arms up over her head, seeing the sheet slide down, showing a generous amount of cleavage. He quickly put her wrist into the first cuff, pulling the end tight, securing her. He moved to the other side of the bed, careful to not make noise as he picked up the spreader bar. He lifted her other wrist over her head, making short work out of securing it into the second cuff. The rigid wood would keep her arms spread wide. He took the tie from the center ring and attached it to the center beam in the headboard, securing her arms high over her head. Instead of binding her arms to the corner of the bed, the use of the spreader bar allowed him to turn her over without untying her—and he was sure he would want her on her stomach some where along the way, her cute ass thrust up.

  He moved to the foot of the bed, grabbing another spreader bar from under the bed, this one twice as long as the first, similar leather cuffs on each end, and a center ring to secure it to the footboard. He let his hand grab the naked leg so available to him, pulling it out to the side, seeing Christina roll over onto her back, her eyes still closed tightly. The sun was peeking over the horizon, the lightness beginning to shine into the room. The sheet had fallen lower when she turned over, half her breast now naked to his eyes. He was able to grab her slim ankle in his hand, completely encircling the slender flesh. He pulled it over to the bar, quickly securing the leather cuff around it, and yanked it tight. He put the spreader bar on the mattress, moving to the other side of the bed. This was always the hardest, to spread the girl's legs to the extent he needed to secure them in the spreader bar without waking them. He let his hand slip under the sheet, roaming along the silky sheet until he found her warm flesh. He gripped her ankle, pulling it straight to the end of the bed, waiting to spread her, waiting until the last possible moment in case she woke up. He tied the end of the leather tie to the footboard, at least she would be secured if he could get her ankle bound before she woke.

  The sun rose higher, the room grew brighter. He watched her breasts rise and fall beneath the sheet as she slept, unaware that she was being bound. He held his breath, pulling her ankle slowly to the side, seeing her stir as he spread her legs wider and wider, his cock jumping in his pants as he imagined how she looked under the sheets. Her eyes began to flutter. He froze, and held his breath as he watched her face. Her eyes closed tightly again. He pulled on her ankle again, dragging it over to the edge of the bed, the leather cuff quickly wrapped around it, securing it tightly. He waited, but there no response from her. One naked leg was pulled wide to the other side of the bed, spread to the edge of the mattress, and securely bound. Her other leg was uncovered from under the sheet. He quickly grasped her ankle, pulling it slowly to the side, holding his breath as if that was what would awaken her. He tightened the leather cuff around her ankle, securing it wide to the other side. He ran his hand up her leg, enjoying the feel of her soft flesh. He didn't care if she awoke now, she was bound. He looked down at her, the look of helplessness as her arms were thrust up high over her head, her legs spread, her body his for the taking.

  Christina was having a strange dream, reliving last night, bound to the jail bars, naked and spread, Edmundo with his hard cock forever taking her virgin ass. The mysterious stranger was eating her pussy with abandonment, his expert tongue forcing an explosive orgasm from her body in spite of being bound and sodomized, or maybe because of it. The bondage had triggered something inside her. She was so use to controlling the boys she dated, almost making them beg to allow access to her body. The bondage had added a new dimension to her life, something completely different. She was no longer in charge, in fact she was completely helpless. Instead she was relegated to being a sex toy for whoever bound her, her body a receptacle for their lust. It had also sexually aroused her. It excited her to be unable to stop them from touching her body, or doing things to her she had always thought as perverted, forcing her to service them sexually. It induced mind-blowing orgasms she couldn't control, forced to
submit to them and cumming while performing the degrading acts. She felt ashamed and aroused at the same time.

  She was beginning to wake up, feeling aroused from her dream, her hand moving down to slip inside her panties. Morning masturbation always satisfied her needs after an especially erotic dream which had become more and more frequent. What was the matter? Her arms wouldn't move. She tugged and felt the pain as she became aware of something tightly wrapped around her wrists. Her arms were spread wide to each side. She opened her eyes, suddenly shocked by the sight of a strange older man standing over her bed.

  "Hhhheeelllp,” she screamed, afraid of being raped by the intruder. He stared at her, no sign that he even cared she had screamed. “Eeehhh,” she screamed again, this time louder, her voice ringing out into the early morning quietness.

  "Good morning, Christina. You may scream if you like. I know it sometimes helps to relieve the tension, but no one will come to your aid."

  She didn't understand. Looking around, she suddenly remembered she wasn't in her hotel room. Jade had brought her here last night, not sure where here was. She looked again at the man over her bed, a strange feeling that she knew him. But how? She was only in this country for one day. She looked up, the room was getting brighter. The sun coming up. Her arms were tied with leather cuffs, attached to some kind of wooden board, her wrist spread wide. She tugged on the cuffs, and the board banging noisily on the headboard, somehow secured to it. She looked down; the sheet had already slipped farther. Her movements were doing more damage as it slid over the gentle swell of her naked breasts. She quit tugging, her breasts half naked to his gaze. And gazing he was, his eyes running up and down her body as he stood over her.