Submissives of the Warlord: A Novel of Future Bondage

by Powerone

  “I’ve heard a bit about you from Lord Joseph. You have decided to stay in our community, as well as your mother. I heard that your father perished under the hands of the scavengers and your life has been difficult since that time.”

  “Yes, we’re glad to have the opportunity to stay here.”

  “I’ve been told that you are a virgin, Jennifer.” Roman noticed that she looked into his eyes, but her face didn’t blush. “Is that why you are seeking help here?”

  “Yes, I’m a virgin, but I’m not innocent. I realize what’ll happen to me, but it doesn’t scare me, at least not that.”

  “Move closer, Jennifer.” His hands went out until she was within his reach. His hands slid over her hips and held her. “Would you like to tell me why you’re not innocent?”

  She felt she needed to unload to someone what had been stuck in her head. Bishop Roman seemed like a nice enough man, a fatherly figure. She didn’t mind his hands on her hips. They weren’t grabby like the scavenger that squeezed her nipples until she cried out. “I’ll be quick about it.”

  He pushed his fingers into her hips a little tighter. “No, Jennifer. I want to hear the whole story, all of the details. It is only this way that you can get release from what bothers you. You’re not embarrassed to tell me the details, are you, Jennifer? You look like a very mature woman.”

  He held her tighter, so she began her story. It would be good to tell someone, and she hoped that he might be able to help her.

  “My father was killed in a raid by the scavengers. There were a lot of them, and they killed all the men and most of the women and children. Only a few of us survived.”

  “Why did they spare you and your mother?”

  “I was forced to tell them I was a virgin. All of the older or ugly women were killed. My mother and I were taken from the others. We were forced to sit on the ground with our backs to trees, bound with our hands high up and another rope around our bellies until we could barely breathe. They made sure the position thrust up our breasts, and one of them fondled me with immunity. He squeezed my breasts like they were fruit and pinched my nipples until they throbbed.”

  “Did your nipples hurt when he did that?” Roman began to understand Jennifer and her dilemma, though she might not.

  “What do you mean? He pinched them hard.”

  “Was it only pain you felt, or was there something more?”

  She thought back to it, and he was right. It hurt when he squeezed them at first, but then, it turned to something different. How did he know? “Something more, though I’m not sure what.”

  “Lean over closer towards me, Jennifer.” He waited. She hesitated for a second, then she leaned over and her full breasts began to swing free only inches from him. He wished the dress would open up, but it was buttoned demurely all the way to the top. “Hold still and don’t move!” His voice turned authoritative.

  Her body was frozen as his hands left her hips, and then, she looked down to see both hands with two fingers pushed together approach her breasts. She took a sharp intake of air to fill her lungs. She felt his fingers touch the tips of her breasts gently but then more firmly. He looked into her eyes as the fingers began to tighten on the hardening buds.

  He stared into her face as her lips quivered, and she bit her lip when he squeezed her nipples. Her eyes opened wide in amazement as if she couldn’t believe that he did such a thing, but her hands hung down submissively as he clamped her nipples in his powerful fingers. He began to twist them slowly, and he was sure that he heard a soft moan from her lips. He finally released them, but then, he ran the tip of a finger over each nipple and wasn’t surprised that they were both hard and big. He wished he could see them, but that would be soon enough. “Did you feel something more that time, Jennifer?”

  Her voice trembled as she said it. “Yeeesss.”

  “Good, rise up and continue the story.” His hands went back to her hips, but they didn’t stay there. They slowly slid around until he could cup her firm buttocks, but when his fingers spread out over each cheek, he didn’t clench them, he just held them securely. She didn’t move away.

  Her nipples wouldn’t stop tingling, and now, she felt her butt gripped securely in his hands, though he didn’t try to molest her. He held her.

  “They left us for hours. We could hear the other women and children screaming. The scavengers were defiling them. There were thirty of them and each one had their way with them. Then, one of them came back and offered us water. He let me drink it, but my mother had to lick it off his organ. He made me watch it.”

  “It’s not an organ; it’s a cock. Tell me what his cock looked like. ”

  “His cock… was big. I never saw anything like it before. The head was a dark red and the shaft was long with thick veins that ran along it. Between his legs, he had a heavy, hairy bag hang down. And his cock grew without my mother touching it.”

  “What did your mother do?”

  “She licked the water off his org…cock. I never saw anything like it. She licked all up and down the shaft as it grew bigger, but then, she had to run her tongue over the head. It was smooth, not like the shaft. Then, he degraded her and made her lick his balls. She choked on the hairs, but he made her take them into her mouth and wash them down with her tongue.”

  He didn’t say anything to interrupt her; he could see her face grow flush, but it wasn’t because she was ashamed at what she said.

  “He put the head of his cock on her lower lip and made her tongue lick it. He said he would cum in her mouth and she’d have to swallow it.” The hands on her backside began to move. They dug into her buttocks and yanked them apart. She felt something as her crack was opened up, something she never expected. Her anus began to flutter, and it felt like it was opening up, yet Bishop Roman didn’t touch her there. His hands began to clench and unclench on her buttocks and that sent strange tremors in her anus. “My mother began to suck his cock. He fed more of it in her mouth, and I could see her tongue push out her cheeks as she worked over his cock. The man grew excited and thrust in deeper. He shoved with his hips, and my mother couldn’t escape, her head trapped against the tree. He was too big for her, and I heard my mother gag, but that only encouraged the man to shove with his hips harder and faster.” Jennifer’s heart raced, and she felt the wetness between her legs increase. She wished she could reach down between her legs and stroke her pussy. Telling the story so vividly aloud made her excited.

  Bishop Roman released one of her cheeks, but with the free hand, he slid her skirt up in the front and caressed one of her smooth, silky inner thighs. “Spread your legs, Jennifer.”

  She should pull away, but she couldn’t. She wanted to feel the hand slide up between her legs. He pinched her thighs too harshly, but it made her spread her legs wider until his fingers crept up to her crotch. “The scavenger stuck his cock down my mother’s throat. She couldn’t do anything to stop him. She gagged and coughed on his cock. I thought she’d choke her to death, but his cock was slowly forced down into her throat. I didn’t think… AAAAHHHH!” Bishop Roman suddenly grabbed her by her crotch. She felt his fingers dig into the soft flesh of her pussy and one demanding finger found its way between her tight lips and moved back and forth. She was sure that he could feel her heat and moisture. She struggled not to collapse, but it was his hand between her legs that kept her upright. Her voice trembled now when she could finally get more words out, her throat and mouth parched. “I didn’t think he could shove something that big in such a tiny hole, but he was relentless and my mother was defenseless. He kept telling me that soon I’d be doing the same thing. The leader would be back tomorrow and he’d take my mouth and throat for his pleasure.” She couldn’t stop the feelings between her legs as his fingers crept all over her pussy. Sometimes they were gentle, but sometimes they gripped her too hard or pulled her lips harshly, but it didn’t stop the building pleasure in her body.

  “Tell me about when he came.” His finger rode her clit, and she pan
ted louder now. There was no denying she was highly aroused, but he’d have to be careful. He wouldn’t let her cum, not yet.

  “That was terrible. He made my mother open her mouth so I could see him cum. I never knew there would be so much crème. My mother’s face grimaced from the foul crème that filled her mouth, and I could smell it. He made her swallow it, but she had a hard time doing it. It was too thick to go down easily.” The finger on her clit felt so good, better than her own could do. “He wasn’t finished until he made her lick his cock clean of all of his foul cum.” She had to hurry, knowing she’d cum in minutes. She looked down as Bishop Roman suddenly pulled his hand from beneath her dress and his other hand deserted her backside. She felt rejected, her body on edge but unfulfilled. “Please, don’t…”

  “What do you want, Jennifer?” He knew she wanted to cum, but he wanted to hear her deep, dark desires.”

  “Don’t leave me like this,” she cried out in desperation.

  “Tell me what you really want, Jennifer, the dark secret that you can’t confide in your mother.”

  She had to say it; she had to get it out of her head. The secret was killing her. “I want to be taken like my mother.”

  “More, tell me more, Jennifer. Everything,” he coaxed her. His cock was rock hard and his balls ached for release.

  “I want to be tied up and forced to suck a cock.” She felt so good when the words spilled out of her mouth.

  Bishop Roman got up and moved next to her. He put his hands on her soft, silky cheeks and then, he kissed her. She recoiled, but he held her tight. “Open your mouth and let me feel your tongue.” He jammed his tongue into her mouth as he French kissed her passionately, but he soon felt her tongue tentatively touch his. He pushed closer until his body touched her.

  She couldn’t believe that he kissed her and took her breath away, but then, he moved against her, and there was no mistaking the feel of a cock against her. The moment it touched her, it jerked and shuddered. He might be old, but his cock was hard and demanding. He pulled back from the kiss, but then, his finger pushed against her lips and forced her to open her mouth. She felt foul fingers push into her mouth, but she did nothing to stop them as they explored her. Not even when a finger pushed too hard into the back of her mouth and made her gag did she back away from him. One finger became two, and she knew why he did that. He then pulled his fingers from her mouth and stepped back.

  “It’s time to go into the other room so you may meet your destiny.” He held her hand as he opened the door to the other room. It was filled with furniture, but they were all covered with cloths so she couldn’t make out what they were. But she knew. The pile of cut pieces of rope and leather straps confirmed her expectations. She should be scared, but she wasn’t. She looked at Bishop Roman. He wasn’t what she expected the first man to take her would look like, but that was part of the excitement. She had no choice of the man or the act.

  Roman knew exactly what he needed for her. There were many young women that required the same treatment by him. He took the cloth off and threw it to the ground so she could see it. There was a thick iron bar that was bolted to the floor and rose up into the air for about three feet. At the top of it was a round iron circle, vertical to the floor, slightly smaller than the size of the back of a head. It had two leather straps, one at the top and one at the bottom with shiny metal buckles. Just beneath the round circle were two iron bars that stuck out toward the back at a ninety-degree angle of the main bar with small iron circles at the ends of them. Next to the circles were leather straps attached to them. Near the ground, a couple of inches up, were two large iron bars that shot out from the main bar to run parallel to the floor at an angle like a sun burst. Half way down the bars were leather straps on each one.

  Jennifer moved next to it, in spite of the fact that she didn’t know exactly what it would do, but she had a good idea. Bishop Roman put his hands on her shoulders and pushed down on them. She kneeled next to the strange contraption.

  “Put your knees on the side of each of the bars close to the ground.” He helped her shuffle around until her legs were on each side of the bars. It pushed her legs out wide. He kneeled down next to her and began to secure the leather straps around each leg, catching it mid-calf and pulling the strap through the buckle until they were secured tight.

  Her pussy got wetter as her knees were spread and secured. She wouldn’t be able to close them even if she wanted to. Her back was against the iron bar, and her head hit the top of it and was stopped from moving.

  “Relax your arm and push it back.” She obeyed without question, and he’d soon have her bound completely and unable to do anything but submit. He pulled her arm behind her and pushed it against the bar that shot out in the back. Her body twisted as he ran the leather strap around her mid-arm and buckled it tight. The next would be harder. “Give me the other arm now.” This was her last chance to revolt, but her arm rose up submissively. When he pulled it back, her body was forced to straighten out as it pushed against the iron bar. Her back began to arch, and he watched her full breasts arch up as if they pointed to the heavens. The muscles in her arms strained as he yanked her arm harshly back and secured it with the leather strap. He stepped back to admire his work. Her knees were spread, and her arms were bound at an acute angle behind her that thrust out her breasts and left them defenseless.

  If only she could touch her pussy, she’d have cum by now. The tight leather straps secured her, and the position he had her in had only one purpose in mind. It would leave her pussy and breasts defenseless, but worse was that she was posed lewdly. At least she had her clothes on.

  “Hold your head still, Jennifer.” Roman was almost finished, and then it would be time for his pleasure. With her head against the iron ring, he tied the first leather strap around her forehead and pinned her to it. Then, he used the second strap to go beneath her neck. He felt her body grow tense when he began to secure it, her throat gulping as he secured it. It didn’t choke her, but it was demanding enough. She couldn’t move her head now, not even to the side.

  Secured the way she was, the only thing she could do was open her mouth. He’d be able to move his cock around in her mouth with immunity, including her throat. Just like her mother when she was taken by the scavenger. She looked up at Bishop Roman and saw something shiny in his hand. This was the only time she felt any fear since he bound her. In his hand was a knife, not very big, but the edge of it glinted with its sharpness. She feared what he’d do with it.

  “I hate to ruin that pretty dress, but I need to see that young, virginal body, Jennifer. I’ll find something for you to wear when I’m finished with you.” He kneeled next to her and stared into her eyes. He took the knife and began to slice off the buttons that held the dress together. He enjoyed exposing her slowly. He began to open up the dress as he cut them off until her bra was revealed. It was a flimsy thing; sure that she didn’t need it. When he got to her waist, he stopped. He pushed the dress to the sides, but he grew too eager. He sliced the bra up the center and pushed the two sides apart until her breasts were bared to his eyes.

  Her dress was opened up, and now, she felt the cold steel of the knife in her cleavage. Her bra was sliced open, and he pulled it apart. She was naked to the waist, and his eyes never left her bare breasts.

  “Such nice tits, Jennifer,” but he didn’t touch them yet. He pushed the knife between her breasts, letting her feel the cold steel on her soft flesh. He moved the knife closer to her nipples, hard and throbbing though he hadn’t touched them yet. The closer the knife got to them, the harder they became. She couldn’t move an inch, not even when he used the sharp tip of the blade to push into the dark-brown areolas that encircled her hard nipples. He was rewarded with a tiny drop of blood as she clenched her lips tight but said nothing.

  How could I want such a thing? The sharp knife explored her breasts, and she felt the impending excitement as it moved closer to her nipples. They ached for the touch of the blade. Not ev
en when he stabbed her areola could her nipples stop throbbing with the desire to be touched or more. She could barely look down far enough to see the knife as it ran over her nipples, first one then the other, but she felt it. It pricked the hard tips, but it wasn’t pain she felt, at least when it laced through her breasts and then between her legs. She couldn’t stop him if she wanted to, and she didn’t. He began to slice away the top part of her dress and bra, and soon, she was naked to the waist. She wanted to feel his hands on her breasts and nipples, but he went to work on the rest of her dress.

  Roman continued with the rest of the dress, growing too eager to take his time. He sliced the dress into ribbons and pulled it from her body until she only had the white panties that clung to her body. With her knees spread wide, her crotch was open and the panties pulled tightly over her mound. There was no denying the wetness between her legs, her white panties were stained with her arousal, but he didn’t say anything to her.

  She felt his hand slide into the waistband of her panties, and then, she felt the stab of the tip of the knife as he carelessly began to slice her panties from her. He yanked out the ribbons of fabric as it pulled harshly through her pussy lips, wet from her juices. When he’d stripped it from her, she felt the knife return, rubbing over her mound and yanking out errant hairs with the sharp blade. He pushed the knife between her pussy lips and folded them over it like a blanket. Her body froze, fearing he’d cut her soft, inner lips. He pulled the knife back out from her lips and ran it over her perineum, but it didn’t stop there. With her knees spread, he could run the knife up her crack. Jennifer wasn’t able to clench her cheeks enough to keep the cold steel from running over her anus. She couldn’t stop the uncontrollable contractions of her tiny, brown hole when it was lewdly touched. Why does he touch me there? Then, he stopped and stood up.

  “It is time, Jennifer,” Roman proudly said.

  CHAPTER 7