The Submission Factory

by Susanna Hughes

  'She really loves it,' he said.

  A blindfold plunged her into darkness. She listened intently. Her body ached, stretched and strained over the stool, but that did not diminish her excitement.

  Thwack! Pain flashed across her buttocks like a diagonal line of burning needles. The sound of leather on flesh echoed around the room. Barbara screamed but only a sob got through the gag. The pain turned to bliss, taking her breath away.

  She listened intently for any clue when the next stroke was coming, but heard nothing. She braced herself, her muscles rigid.

  The whip struck again. Thwack! She gasped into the gag and felt her clit swell.

  'Very nice.'

  'A perfect cross.'

  'X marks the spot.'

  Barbara's bottom was on fire, radiating heat. She felt a finger tracing diagonally across her buttocks on the line the whip had left. She could feel that her skin had puckered and raised into a thick welt. The finger was cool and soothing and produced another flood of sensations deep in her core.

  She thought she heard the faint rustle of clothes being removed, but couldn't be sure. Hands gripped her hips. An urgent cock nudged her arse. It was slippery and wet, lubricated with something. The hands moved to her buttocks, pulling them apart. She felt the cock nose against her anus. A rush of pure passion washed over her. If she could have screamed out for whoever it was to bugger her she would have, but she only succeeded in letting out a faint moan.

  The cock thrust. There was a moment of discomfort as her sphincter resisted, then a shock of pleasure as it relaxed and the slippery phallus sank deep into her rear.

  A hand was fumbling at the back of her neck. She felt the strap of the gag loosen and the phallus was torn out of her mouth, and before she had a chance to realise what was coming another phallus, a real one this time, stretched her lips apart and ploughed deep. She swallowed it eagerly, feeling it thrust to the back of her throat.

  Her body was trembling with excitement. In her mind's eye she could see herself tied helplessly over the padded stool as the two men thrust into her. The feeling of two hard cocks penetrating her was driving her wild with lust, but she knew her excitement wasn't just physical. Having sex with two men at the same time, two men who treated her like an object merely to be used for their satisfaction, was so outside her experience of normal sex her mind was reeling, every shibboleth, every taboo shattered, every barrier broken. She was allowing herself to be treated like the lowest form of slut and every second of it was exciting her like nothing ever had. She was coming so strongly nothing would stop her.

  'The little bitch loves it,' Tom grunted as he buggered her.

  'She certainly does.' Jack cupped her cheeks and for a moment caressed them tenderly while he held his cock at the back of her throat. It was the first time he had done anything that resembled affection. She could feel his cock throbbing and thought he was going to come. At the same moment she felt Tom's cock swell in her anus.

  'No,' Jack said suddenly, pulling out of her mouth. 'Let's do it properly.'

  Tom pulled away too, leaving her draped over the stool, panting. The gag was pushed back into her mouth and her wrists and ankles released. She was pulled up and hustled to the bed. Her orgasm was still throbbing in her veins and her heart was beating rapidly.

  'Kneel,' said Jack.

  She groped forward until she was kneeling on the mattress. A hand took her manacled wrists and pulled her. She felt a naked body kneeling behind her, a rigid cock prodding her back. Another hand lifted her left knee and pulled it to one side, and she found herself straddling one of the two men. Hands pulled her forward again and she gasped into the gag when she felt her pussy nudge against an erection. The hands took her by the hips and pulled her down onto it. Her vagina was running with juices and she squirmed down, relieved that she could at last do something to satisfy her own needs. She ground her clit against the pubic bone at the base of the man's cock.

  Weight moved behind her and a hand stroked her buttocks, something cold and creamy being massaged into her anus. A cock pushed. Fingers dug into her hips. A bulbous globe stretched her sphincter and eased inside.

  She came, just as a jet of spunk spattering into the tight tunnel of her anus, and seconds later she heard a groan of pleasure from Tom and felt her vagina filling with hot semen too.

  Chapter Nine

  Madam Celine was smiling at me. She was watching as I struggled into the clothing she had brought for me. It was a catsuit of black nylon, with long sleeves and a high neck, my breasts visible through the semi-transparent material. It had no crotch and my sex was exposed right round to my buttocks.

  When I finished smoothing the nylon over my body I slipped my feet into waiting black stilettoes.

  'Very pretty,' Madam Celine said.

  I sensed that whatever was going to happen it was not to be part of the usual routine that had been followed day in and day out. I was being prepared for something special, though I was certain I wasn't going to be told what it was. Celine was looking at me with a degree of desire in her eyes, and I wondered if she intended to use me for her own purposes before she took me to my destination. I had the feeling she hesitated, and decided against it.

  She picked up two pairs of leather cuffs from the bed and strapped them around my ankles and wrists. Another pair were fitted just above my elbows, my arms held behind my back, elbows almost touching. It forced by shoulders back and my breasts out against the thin catsuit, my nipples already erect.

  Finally she pulled a black helmet down over my head. It was made of some sort of elastic material that had the appearance of satin, and had a hole for my mouth and two for my eyes. It had lacing at the back, which she drew tight, my hair pulled through to form a ponytail. It clung to every contour of my face.

  She took my arm and led me out along the corridor and into the main house. We climbed the stairs to the first floor and along the corridor where I'd been once before; the night with Tony. She opened one of the bedroom doors and led me inside. It was lavishly decorated with chintz and heavy curtains and a deep cream carpet. The room was dominated by a four-poster bed, modern with square metal posts furnished with small metal rings at regular intervals.

  Attached to the two posts at the foot of the bed was a woman. Her ankles and wrists were strapped into cuffs clipped to the metal rings on the posts, so she was standing spread-eagled, facing the bed.

  She had long blonde hair and heavy make-up, her eyes lined and shadowed with dark purple. She was wearing a red mini-dress, little more than a tube of skin-tight material with no sleeves. Because of the position of her legs the hem had ridden up over her thighs so it only just covered her panties. Her legs were sheathed in stockings and she wore red high-heels. Around her neck was a thick collar that pushed up under her chin, stiffened leather which made it impossible for her to lower her head. A red ball-gag stretched her lips, and a dribble of saliva had escaped and glistened on her chin.

  Celine pulled me over to her. She made me squeeze my way between the bedframe and the woman, facing her. She attached my wrist cuffs to the same metal rings that held the woman's, though she did not secure my legs.

  We were left alone.

  'Are you all right?' I asked.

  The woman nodded.

  Remembering what had happened with Angela and my own feelings I slid my thigh between hers. I hoped we might share a few stolen moments of tender sexual relief.

  'We can help each other,' I whispered. 'I'm sure you feel the same as me.' I pushed my thigh up against her panties.

  She shook her head.

  'It's all right,' I reassured her. I rubbed with my thigh. She shook her head and was trying to say no.

  'All right, I just thought...'

  The door opened. A brunette entered, wearing a grey suit and a white blouse, looking very much the businesswoman. She stood looking at us and unbuttoning her jacket.

  'Well now, isn't this interesting,' she said.

  Her hair was pinne
d up, but she began to lower it, shaking her head so black hair fell to her shoulders. She was beautiful with a spectacular figure, her breasts and hips generously proportioned, her waist narrow. She stripped off the jacket and blouse. She was wearing a white satin slip, its lacy cups filled with creamy breasts. She unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it. The slip was split on one side almost to the waist, her long legs sheathed in champagne stockings with lacy welts.

  'Well, look at you,' she said to the blonde. 'Don't you look good? I love the little dress. Very slutty, just how I wanted you.'

  She rubbed the silk slip against her slave's body. 'Sarah, that's your name now, is that right?'

  The blonde nodded.

  'Are you having a good time?'

  Sarah did not reply.

  'Madam M tells me you can come home tomorrow. I've got everything prepared for you. But of course you don't know what I'm talking about, do you?'

  Sarah shook her head.

  'No, I forgot. Well, I'm Mistress Pamela. I'm your mistress. From now on you do exactly what I say. It looks as though Madam M's done wonders with you. She's trained you to obey me, isn't that so?'

  Sarah nodded.

  'Do you like feeling her body against you?'

  Sarah shook her head.

  'You ungrateful little wretch. Well, I think that deserves punishment, don't you?'

  Sarah shook her head again and tried to say no. Mistress Pamela went to a cupboard and opened it. Inside I could see whips, riding crops and canes. She selected a riding crop as Sarah was twisting her head around to see what was happening.

  'You know I'm going to enjoy disciplining you when we get home, Sarah. A little slut like you will need a lot of discipline.'

  She practised slashing the crop through the air a few times, then positioned herself to the side of us. She measured her stroke, then thwacked the crop with brutal force against Sarah's vulnerable buttocks. Sarah screamed and jerked, lurching against me. Tears were in her eyes. She rested her head on my shoulder.

  'Oh yes, that hurt,' Pamela said, before delivering three more strokes in quick succession, each making Sarah scream into the gag.

  'That's enough of that,' Pamela said, almost to herself as she unclipped my wrists from the metal rings.

  'Lie on the bed,' she said. 'On your stomach.'

  I hurried to obey, not wanting the same treatment. I felt the woman kneel beside me, pull my wrists back and clip them together, then she told me to roll over onto my back, so my arms were trapped.

  She straddled my head, facing Sarah, and I was enveloped in the white satin of her slip. I could see her sex. She wasn't wearing panties, her pubes dark and silky.

  'I want you to watch me very carefully, Sarah,' I heard her say. 'If you take your eyes off me for one second it'll mean more punishment.'

  I felt the satin lifting. She pulled the slip off over her head.

  'You know what to do,' she said, lowering her wet sex onto my face.

  Once again I was powerless to do anything but obey. I pushed my tongue up to her vagina, finding her clit already engorged. I heard her moan as I wriggled by tongue against the little nut, then moved it from side to side.

  'Oh yes, like that,' Pamela cooed.

  I felt her hands on my thighs, pulling them apart, and she leant forward and pressed her mouth to my exposed sex. I felt her fingers working under my thighs and into my vagina, pushing three fingers deep into my sex, making me gasp against her succulent, fragrant pussy, instantly unleashing a furious orgasm within me.

  Her body reacted with violent spasms too. I felt her muscles tighten. She lifted her lips from my sex and let out a long cry of pleasure, before collapsing back on me, completely relaxed, like a rag doll.

  After some minutes she stirred and rolled off me. She got to her feet, opened the chest of drawers at the side of the bed and took out a large dildo attached to a leather harness. It was very realistic, etched with veins just like the real thing. Kneeling on the bed beside me she pulled the harness up over my legs and adjusted it so the dildo stuck up from my groin.

  'Now you're going to watch while she fucks me,' Pamela said.

  I looked at Sarah. She had a haggard look in her eyes and was staring down at me. I knew exactly the frustration she was feeling.

  Mistress Pamela helped me to kneel up, then got onto all fours, facing Sarah, taunting her.

  I shuffled closer, guessing what was expected of me. The dildo swayed and nudged against her buttocks.

  She backed one hand between her legs and grabbed it, aiming the tip at her glistening vagina.

  'Fuck me,' she ordered.

  I moved my hips and watched the moulded shaft disappear into her sex, the lips taut around it. The flared base pressed against me and rubbed my clit, making me sigh with delight. Mistress Pamela was rapidly approaching another orgasm. And so was I. The resistance in her vagina became greater as it clenched around the phallus, and this in turn ground it harder against my clit. We both screamed as we shook with explosive orgasms.

  'Well... they've certainly got you well trained,' she sighed, a few minutes later when we'd calmed down a bit. She removed the dildo and climbed off the bed. She took hold of my arm and pulled me up too, making me kneel behind Sarah. I watched as she peeled the hem of the mini-dress up over Sarah's hips, and was speechless by what she revealed. There was a lump inside her panties, up tight between her thighs, and it was obvious, even to me, what it was. Sarah was a man! Sarah's cock had been forced back between his legs and held tight there by something. No wonder she hadn't wanted me to push my thigh between her legs. I could just make out his scrotum, squeezed between his perineum and his cock.

  'Suck it,' Pamela ordered.

  Sarah immediately protested, trying to pull away from the bonds and shaking his head.

  'Stop that or I'll have you spend another month here,' Pamela said.

  I leant forward. Through the panties I pressed my lips to the glans, kissing it, sucking as best I could. I heard Sarah moan.

  'This is how I found him,' Pamela said. 'In our bedroom with another transvestite tart trying on my lingerie. So I thought, if he wants to be a girl he can be my maid.'

  Clearly Madam M's talents extended to feminising men, and there was no question that she had done an amazing job. Sarah was utterly convincing. I'd never doubted she was a girl.

  'He's lucky I didn't have that cut off,' Pamela mused.

  I concentrated on what I had been ordered to do. I sucked and felt Sarah's cock react, growing despite the bondage it was in. I wondered if he was going to come, going to ejaculate into the soft panties he wore.

  Pamela watched as I sucked and licked as best I could, my face squeezed up between Sarah's parted thighs, my forehead against his bum.

  'That's enough,' she eventually said.

  I stopped, my cheeks flushed from my efforts, just as the bedroom door opened and Madam Celine entered.

  'Have you finished with her?' she said tersely.

  Mistress Pamela waved a dismissive hand in reply, and I was pulled to my feet and marched back downstairs.

  Chapter Ten

  Barbara didn't know what to do. As she settled into the back of the taxi she felt the throb of the two lashes that marked her bottom. Jack had dispensed corporal punishment before, but this was different. Usually he left no or little lasting evidence. But before leaving him and Tom she had seen in the mirror the welts on her bum were very visible and turning purple. She still shared a bedroom and a bathroom with Tony, so she would have to be very careful that he did not glimpse her backside.

  It was late by the time she got home. Tony was not in the sitting room, so he was probably already in bed. Anxiously she climbed the stairs. He was in bed reading.

  'How's June?' he asked.

  'June...' She had almost forgotten the excuse she'd used. 'Oh June, right, they've made up.'

  'Made up?'

  'I told you. She and her husband were having a trial separation. Now he's back.'

>   'Is that a good idea?' he asked.

  'That's what I said. She seems to think so.'

  She had expected him to be sullen and annoyed that she'd cancelled dinner with him that night.

  She went into the en-suite and began taking off her clothes, making sure her robe was right next to her should Tony decide to come in for a pee. Her panties were wet and she hid them at the bottom of the laundry basket.

  She climbed into the shower, her back to the wall as a precaution. She soaped herself, then rinsed the lather away, savouring the warmth of the water for a while before stepping out of the cubicle. She wiped the steam off the large mirror and ruefully eyed the purple cross that marked her buttocks. Quickly she covered herself with a bath towel.

  'Come to bed, darling,' Tony called. 'I've got a surprise for you.'

  'Just a second.' She dried herself, slipped into her newly acquired black silk nightdress, then walked into the bedroom.

  Tony had put down his book and thrown the covers aside. He had taken off his pyjamas and was lying with his erect cock in his hand.

  'How about we play around?'

  They hadn't had sex for at least a month, and only then for just a few minutes in the perfunctory missionary position. Why did he have to choose this night to want it again?

  'I'm really tired, sweetie,' she said unconvincingly.

  'I know. It's a long day for you. But I've been thinking about what great sex we always had. We've both been so busy we've let it slip. We need to be a bit more adventurous. A bit more creative.'

  Barbara was trying to think quickly. If he took off her nightdress, and if his idea of being creative was to rekindle the days when his favourite way of fucking her was from behind, there was no way he wouldn't see the marks on her bum.

  'Sounds lovely,' she said. 'I've got an idea.' She turned and went back into the bathroom, and took a bottle of massage oil from the cabinet.