Submissives of the Warlord: A Novel of Future Bondage

by Powerone

  Joseph looked at the beautiful girl standing before him. Her light brown hair hung down over her shoulders as she prepared to let it grow longer when summer was behind them. She had beautiful green eyes that sparkled with such innocence and her pink lips and smile was contagious. His cock hardened as he gazed at her body. Lord Michael would be pleased with her. He could see her nervousness, her fingers clenched in fists, but they hung submissively at her side. He saw the way she looked at the chair that awaited her. He never used it on her before, always hidden beneath the black cloth that draped it. Now, it was fully visible and there was no doubt of its purpose.

  Priscilla bit her lip when she saw the chair. The back was sloped backward, but the scary part was the two wings that pushed up from the seat. There was no doubt what their purpose was. It was to hold her legs, and she saw the hinges on them, knowing they would open up. With her legs in them, she would be spread lewdly for the intimate examination of her sex. Lord Joseph had touched her there in previous years, but it was the briefest examination. His finger would enter her the slightest bit and back off when it found her hymen intact.

  “Happy birthday. How are you feeling, Priscilla? Had any problems since the last time I saw you?”

  She swung her head around when he spoke. He sat in a chair only inches from her, and she saw his hands, able to reach and touch her without moving from the chair. Of all the lords, she feared him taking her the most. He was one of the less appealing of the lords. “Thank you. I’m fine, just a bit nervous, that’s all.” Her lips were dry as she spoke.

  “That’s understandable, Priscilla, but others like you have gone through this for many years now. Now, I want you to hold still,” he cautioned her.

  She looked down as his hands moved until they touched her naked legs just above her knees. Each hand touched the outside of her leg, and then, they started to slide up. She watched as his hands disappeared beneath her skirt, and it wasn’t long before they touched her hips, and then, they suddenly slipped onto her buttocks. She felt his strong fingers grip her buttocks. They clenched, released and clenched again. It felt strange to be touched this way. The crack of her buttocks was pulled apart by his powerful hands, and she could feel a strange tingling in her anus as though he touched it.

  “Hold your skirt up above your waist.”

  It was difficult to do, in spite of him being a doctor. She pulled her skirt up, but his hands never left her buttocks. His fingers clenched them tight. She finally managed to pull her skirt up until he could see her simple white panties. Then, she felt his hands move; this time, they slid around her hips. Then, she heard his command and it sounded so obscene.

  “Spread your legs.”

  She had no choice, spreading her legs, but not too far. His hands move again, and this time, they shocked her senses. “AAAAHHHH!” She was caught by surprise when one hand went between her legs and her pussy was gripped by powerful fingers that dug into the soft flesh of her sex.

  “Hold still,” he warned her as his fingers began to explore her pussy. She felt his finger slip between her puffy lips, and her lips encased it as if she wanted to hold it tight in her hot, damp embrace. He began to rub his thumb back and forth and soon heard her gasp but not in pain. His thumb had found her clit, and he rubbed it back and forth with hard pressure to push it against her pelvic bone. It was trapped by his finger and unable to escape the pleasurable touch.

  She had masturbated many times before and knew what to do that would make her cum. So did Lord Joseph. His thumb overpowered her clit, pushing it hard against her pelvic bone and grinding it back and forth. He crushed it into the bone. It should hurt, but all she felt was the pleasure and the unmistakable wetness. She knew that he felt her shameful wetness. She struggled to keep her hips from moving and show her arousal.

  She was definitely amorous; his touch made her aroused, and she couldn’t hide it as he felt her heated wetness.

  One minute she regretted his touching her so intimately; the next, she regretted that he stopped so suddenly. His hands pulled from between her legs, deserting her, leaving her wanting. She still held up her skirt, waiting.

  “You may lower your skirt.” She did, but she had a look of disappointment on her face. His hands moved up to her blouse. His fingers teased along the open button and found the swell of a naked breast beneath it. Eagerly, his fingers began the task of opening each button, pushing aside the two sides of her blouse to expose more then go on to the next button. It took a while to complete, but it teased both of them. He finally pulled the blouse open from the waistband of her skirt. She wore a simple white bra that did very little to hide or support her firm, youthful breasts. He hated that there was little fragile fabric that could be made into sexy lingerie any longer. It was a sexy treat he missed.

  He pulled the blouse open to uncover her bra, and she watched as his two hands reached up and his fingers spread out over the cups of her bra. The fingers tightened onto her breasts and squeezed them. She felt the blood swell up into the tips and a strange tingle pounded in her nipples. When she masturbated, she never touched her breasts, but now, she wondered why. Would my touch bring such hardness to the tips as his do? His fingers became bolder and sought out her nipples. The tips turned hard, and he easily found them. With two fingers, he pinched them, softly at first but then harder. It should hurt, but even though the blood was pushed from the tips, she felt the pleasure of the fondling fingers touch her in places that had never been aroused before.

  Joseph released her nipples, but he could plainly see them outlined in her thin bra, hard and pointed. He stood up and went behind her. He slipped the blouse off her and he felt her shiver when his fingers touched her naked back, but he soon found the catch of her bra and with such skill, he unsnapped it. He moved against her, leaning over her so he could see her breasts when they were revealed. His hands slipped the bra from her shoulders, and with her hands submissively at her side, it slid down and fell to her feet.

  She felt his hot breath blow on her neck as he took off her bra, ready to reveal her naked breasts to his eyes. He might be a doctor, but she felt something different. When he pushed against her from behind, there was no mistaking a hardness that pushed into her backside. She knew enough of men that he was hard and erect, and it was stripping her body naked that made him that way. The bra slipped off her arms, and she struggled not to reach up and cover her breasts as they were revealed. Her fingers curled into fists as she was stripped to the waist. She looked down, her nipples were so hard, and she never saw them so big and red. It was as if the blood pounded into the very tips. She waited for him to touch her breasts, but she was disappointed. He didn’t. Instead, his hands went to the waistband of her skirt, and he made short work of opening the row of buttons that kept it secure. When he released it, it puddled onto her feet. She waited, knowing he wasn’t finished. His hands eagerly slid into the waistband of her panties, and she soon felt her panties slide over her hips. They fell unencumbered on her feet.

  “Step out of them.” He waited until she kicked them aside, standing naked in front of him. His hands went to her hips and held her still. He couldn’t stop his desires, slowly moving his hips from side to side, so he could enjoy the pleasure of her naked buttocks rub on his throbbing erection. He couldn’t wait until the time he could unleash his cock against her naked buttocks, but Lord Michael would get her first. He could only play with her now, not her play with him. He finally stepped in front of her to gaze at her naked beauty. He saw her body turn pink from his lusty gaze.

  He stood in front of her and looked at her, not as a doctor, but a man. There was no denying the bulge in the front of his pants. She’d felt it move against her naked buttocks when he rubbed so lewdly against her. Is this what men would do to me?

  “Sit in the chair.” His eyes guided her to the chair where he could examine her intimately, the chair that would spread her legs open wide to reveal all of her secrets.

  The chair was hard and cold when she sat on i
t, refusing to put her legs into the fearful stirrups that would expose her obscenely. He pulled his chair up close to her. She felt him grab one of her ankles, and she panicked.

  “Relax; it’ll make this much easier and more enjoyable.” He felt the tension in her leg, and then, she surrendered. He gazed between her legs as he swung one leg up until her lower leg was encased in the wing of the chair. The sides of each wing swept up; once her legs were raised higher, it would almost be impossible to pull them out. He moved to the other leg, gripping her ankle tightly, harder this time to bring her other leg up as he split her up the middle. He heard her groan as he pulled her leg up high and lowered it into the other wing. He stopped to admire her pussy. The wings weren’t spread wide, but it did leave her exposed. Her virgin lips barely opened, but there was no doubt of the twinkle of wetness on the fine hairs that lined her slit. She had a neatly trimmed bush, wondering if she’d done it for this examination.

  Her thigh muscles struggled to close her legs, a spontaneous reaction to be revealed so intimately, but it did little to help her. He moved the wings higher up; her butt slowly raised up from the seat as the back of the chair began to recline. It was a shameful positon she was in when he finished. She half reclined, her legs spread wide and high in the air, unable to pull them out any longer. She knew she looked obscene, split open from her pussy all the way down. He stared lewdly between her legs.

  Joseph pulled the chair between her legs so his hands would be able to explore her fully. “Hold still,” he warned her, yet she still jumped when his hands slid over her soft inner thighs. He caressed them, as a lover would do, not a doctor. He got to her crotch, and with two fingers of each hand, he began to spread the petals of her pussy open like a spring flower. He pulled them wide until they yawned open and exposed the pink, wet inner flesh, virgin and untouched by any other man. He felt her body shiver when he blew on her pussy.

  She knew how indecently she was exposed when she felt his hot breath blow on her inner pussy. His fingers dug into the puffy flesh of pussy lips and stretched them wide. She saw his head lean in closer between her legs, fearing what he might do. He kept her spread open wide for a long time as his eyes assaulted her intimate body.

  Her pussy lips were oily and slick, but he continued to keep her open as he gazed at her virgin pussy. Her opening was a dark, tight hole, untouched and protected by her hymen. His finger probed it until he found the elastic hymen, backing off immediately, not wanting to break it and take the joy from Lord Michael. He began to explore her pussy with his fingers, sliding up and down the soft, wet inner lips until he coaxed more of her juices out. His finger rode all the way to the top of her slit but stopped short when it got to her clit. He wouldn’t touch it until she was sufficiently aroused.

  Priscilla struggled with her feelings. She couldn’t deny that he stroked her so pleasurably but struggled with the realization that he was so much older than she was. His fingers played over her pussy, touching her in places that she barely touched herself, but he never touched where she wanted it the most. She knew her pleasure button was what drove the orgasm through her body. If her legs weren’t pinned so tightly in the wings, she wouldn’t have been able to control her own movements. It felt too good. Not even when one hand slid up her chest and began to play over her nipple could dampen her pleasure. In fact, she found that when he pinched and rubbed her nipple, the pleasure shot through her breast to run down between her legs.

  He peeled apart her pussy lips once again, this time high up her slit. He pushed his fingers around the base of the tiny button of pleasure and made it pop out. Then, he rubbed the tip of one finger back and forth over her clit as she moaned loudly. He felt her juices flow freely now, no longer able to fight the pleasure that raced through her body. He could see the pleasure etched in her face. His other hand slid lower down her pussy, past her virgin opening and over her perineum. It didn’t stop, sliding up the crack of her buttocks, sweaty now, but that didn’t deter him.

  She felt a strange tickling as another finger slid down her slit, but it didn’t stop. She felt the back of the chair recline more and her butt rose up higher. Her clit was continually rubbed, pinched and prodded with such skill, but the other finger ran between her buttocks. She tried to clench them tight, but with her legs parted wide, it was a futile gesture. The finger continued to ride higher up her crack until she felt it. The finger slowed as it passed over her anus. The muscles went into uncontrollable contractions from the unnatural touch, but she couldn’t do anything to stop it. It moved past her anus, all the way to the top, but then, it journeyed back down, and this time, it stopped on her anus. “No, please, no,” she begged, but her cries fell on deaf ears. She felt the finger begin to probe her, pushing harder against the restraining muscles of her anus. In spite of the rude touching of her anus, the pleasure still raced through her body, and she wasn’t sure how long she could hold out. The only way she wouldn’t have an orgasm was if he stopped touching her altogether.

  He grabbed her clit, swollen and hard now with pounding blood, and twisted it. She gasped from his rough touch, but her moans followed it quickly. He had a hard time holding her clit, her pussy wet, the chair beneath her stained with her juices. His finger was poised on her anus, and with gradual pressure, he felt her anal ring began to blossom open. His eyes were glued to the tiny brown hole beneath his fat finger.

  The finger became more insistent, and Priscilla knew that he’d penetrate her there. She didn’t know why he’d want to do such a thing, but she couldn’t stop him, and the pleasure in her body was building in spite of it. She felt her anal ring begin to stretch. It didn’t hurt, but it was unpleasant and unnatural to be touched in such a place. His finger was big, her hole small, but she felt herself open, and then, suddenly, she felt the tip of his finger penetrate her backside. It took her by surprise, but it was strange; it felt like her anus sucked his finger inside as though she wanted to be touched in such a place. Her anal ring stretched tight around his finger, but it was the tip of his finger that pressed against the muscles in her rectum that was disconcerting. The finger didn’t hurt beyond a bit of burning as her anal ring stretched to accommodate it. But, the finger moved slowly as it began to explore inside her, moving like a slithering snake, back and forth as it drove deeper into her rectum. She felt her anal ring stretch wide around his fat, hard-boned knuckle as the finger dug deeper into her backside.

  Her ass hole was a hot, tight furnace. Her muscles gripped his finger so hard that he had to fight to slide it in deeper. He was up to the first knuckle, but he wouldn’t let her cum until he had a finger all the way inside. He could feel her inner muscles nip at his bony finger, but he was determined to probe her guts. He watched as the tiny hole finally swallowed his entire finger, his knuckles pressed against the reluctant hole. He made her feel his power, bending the tip of his finger to stretch her elastic walls. He speeded up the rubbing of her clit; it was time to make her cum for him.

  She couldn’t escape the probing finger, driving deep inside her guts, twisting and turning as her muscles went into uncontrollable spasms. It was so unnatural, and she couldn’t figure out why he wanted to touch her in such a place. She wondered what it would feel like if his other finger were inside her pussy at the same time. Would they both touch in some deep place inside me?

  “Cum for me, Priscilla,” Joseph ordered her. He continued to rub her clit as his finger stayed deep inside the pulsating depths of her intestines, gripped in a hot blanket of her inner flesh.

  She should revolt against the order he demanded of her, making her perform as though she was a trained animal. Yet, there was no way she could stop it any longer. It was his hand, not hers, that inspired her pleasure, and he worked her over, knowing her body better than she did. She thought the finger up her backside would dampen her lust, but it seemed to ignite it in a way she couldn’t fathom. She got pleasure in a place that she never expected. His fingers tingled the insides of her backside with a perverse pleasure unt
il she couldn’t hold out any longer. Her cry scared her when her head exploded. She closed her legs when she came by her own fingers, but she couldn’t do anything, spread wide, impaled in her backside as the finger continued to work over her pleasure button as she came. It felt like it was never ending. Her body shuddered and shook, going from one plateau to another without let up. She cried, screamed and came explosively for so long that her muscles were exhausted when it finally ended. His finger deserted her pleasure button, but the one in her backside continued to stay inside, buried as deep as he could.

  “Squeeze my finger in your ass, Priscilla.” He felt her hesitate, but then, he felt the gentle contractions of her muscles around his finger. “Again,” he ordered her, and this time, she clenched tighter and held it longer. When she released her grip, he ordered her again. “One more time, Priscilla, show me how tight your ass is.”

  She didn’t know why he wanted her to do this, but she obeyed. She found it perversely pleasurable to obey his command, squeezing his finger with her ass muscles as though it was the most obvious thing to do. She used all her power the last time, clenching on it tight for so long before she finally released the grip on his finger. He began to pull his finger out of her backside. It felt just as intense when it withdrew as it did when he penetrated her, so she clenched on it when it started to pull out her anal ring. She gripped his finger until it finally pulled free of her hole, but even then, her anal ring took a long time until it finally closed.

  Joseph helped her out of the chair. “You did well, Priscilla. Make your king happy with your body and do as he commands.” He’d be waiting for his chance with her that day.

  CHAPTER 3

  Dangers and Perils of the Outside World

  It was a harsh life the last five years for Alexis and her family. They had traveled from state to state, leaving the devastated west coast in hopes that the less populated states were in better shape. With her husband, Bill, and their daughter, Jennifer, it was one disappointment after another.