The Submission Factory

by Susanna Hughes

  'As usual I was feeling incredibly randy and as usual I got dressed for the occasion, in a red waspie, red stockings and matching ankle boots with high heels. I wore a red robe which did little to hide my tits and my pussy.

  'She arrived at the appointed hour. She wore a black leather suit with tight trousers and calf length boots, matching the leather holdall she carried.

  'Helen never showed an interest in small-talk. She was only interested in sex. So without a word she put the holdall on one of the hall chairs and unzipped it, taking out a coil of black rope. I was ordered to stand facing the stair balustrade with my hands up above my head, while she went up a few steps. With the rope she tied my raised wrists to the polished wood handrail.

  'She took off her jacket. She wasn't wearing a blouse or a bra and her lovely boobs were naked. With sensuous movements she peeled the trousers off, wearing nothing underneath.

  'She came back down, behind me, pressing her body against mind while her hands circled my breasts. Her fingers took hold of my nipples and pinched them, making me yelp.

  'She stepped back and raised the whip. I felt my buttocks tingle in anticipation, and then she thwacked the whip across them. Five strokes followed, hard strokes that made me gasp and shudder with pleasure. By the last I was again trembling as I climaxed.

  She discarded the whip and took a harness and dildo from the holdall, slipped it over her hips and moved towards me. I felt the dildo touch my buttocks then dip down between my legs. In moments it was deep inside me. She appeared impatient and began thrusting into me, panting softly with each inward stroke.

  'And that was when the front door opened. I think I screamed. My husband was smiling, the smug bastard, and I realised he'd known exactly what had been going on. He'd told me he was going away as a trap and I'd fallen right into it.

  'He pulled Helen back, picked up the whip and stroke it down my buttocks. I shall never forget that feeling. Minutes before the same thing had produced unbelievable ecstasy, but now all I felt was shame. I begged him to stop and let me down, but instead he whipped me.'

  'So what happened after that?'

  'Helen got dressed and left. I think she felt a bit guilty at getting me into trouble, but it wasn't her fault. I wanted it. My husband told me I was a lesbian bitch and he wanted a divorce.'

  'And?'

  'He changed his mind. After a couple of weeks he told me it was partly his fault for neglecting me.'

  'That's what Tony told me.'

  'Right. He said we should go and see a marriage counsellor.'

  'Madam M.'

  'Exactly. I think she tried to hypnotise me. It didn't really work. Well I fell asleep, but when I woke up I knew who I was even though they kept telling me I didn't.'

  'That's it. That's what happened to me.' Any doubts I might have had about Judy had disappeared. I felt a great feeling of relief. Now I had an ally. Perhaps we would be able to get out of the place together. 'So what do we do now?'

  'We have to get out of here.'

  'But how? I've been looking for a way but we're always in bondage and locked in these rooms.'

  'That's not the biggest problem,' Judy said. 'I can deal with the locks, that's the easy bit. It's the door at the top of the stairs that's the problem. It's bolted, top and bottom. Unless someone unbolts it from the other side we can't get out of the cellar.'

  'There must be a way. We pretend they've succeeded with us and then they'll let us go back to our so-called masters.'

  'I don't think that's going to work,' she said. 'There's a sort of evaluation test at the end of the treatment. I don't think we could beat it unless we're really under, and if we don't they're not going to let us go.'

  'Well then, we just have to hope someone's forgetful with the bolts one night.'

  Chapter Eleven

  Another stolen evening. That's how she thought of it. Tony was working late at the office. She told him she was going to the cinema with a friend. That way he wouldn't be suspicious if her phone was turned off. In the taxi she was feeling her usual mounting excitement.

  She'd spent a great deal of time shopping online for lingerie she hoped would please him. She'd found a black rubber corset with shoulder straps and suspenders that clung to her like a second skin. And most daringly, it had two holes for her breasts that left them completely exposed. She wore rubber stockings and thong rubber panties too. The company she'd bought it from sent a bottle of liquid which, applied to the rubber, made it shiny and bright. She'd spent most of the afternoon polishing the kinky outfit.

  Arriving, she went through the usual routine of ringing the downstairs bell. She let herself into the flat and went into the cloakroom. She took her dress off and looked at herself in the mirror. The holes in the corset were tight and the constriction around her breasts had made them pink and her nipples stiffen. As she got on all fours to crawl down the hall - a humiliation that still left her breathless with excitement - she could feel the lips of her sex wet inside the non-absorbent rubber panties.

  The door of the black room was open. He was standing inside naked, erection in hand.

  'Rubber, is it? Very kinky. You'd better come in.'

  As usual she was unable to think of anything to say.

  'I've been planning something special for you tonight. Stand up.'

  She did as she was told, staring at his cock.

  'Turn around,' he said. 'Cross your wrists behind your back.'

  She obeyed. He moved behind her. She felt something hard and cold slipping around her wrists, locking together.

  He sat on the bed and pulled her down on his lap, positioning her over his knee like a naughty child. She could feel his erection pressing against her side.

  His hand caressed her upturned buttocks. She felt his fingers slip between her legs and under the rubber panties, sampling how excited she was by his domineering treatment.

  Suddenly he raised his hand and spanked her. She yelped. He spanked her again, the flat of his hand swatting her toned globes. She felt his cock throb against her side as each blow fell. Over and over again his hand battered her buttocks. It was a feeling like no other. Her bum was on fire. She felt herself tense, sweating inside the humid confines of the corset, her sex seeping juices, yet again such treatment bringing her to the point of a mind-blowing orgasm.

  She lost count of how many times he spanked her, but when he stopped he was breathing heavily. Fingers unhooked the suspenders, then moved inward and down to her pussy. If she was not so turned on she would have blushed with embarrassment at how wet she was. His fingers entered her and pushed deep, his knuckles pressing against her clit, and that tipped her into another extraordinary orgasm that had her shuddering and sobbing, draped over his lap.

  Jack slid her off his knee onto the floor. He opened his legs and pulled her up so she was kneeling between them, his erection spearing up from his lap.

  'My turn,' he said.

  She sucked his cock into her mouth and was gratified to hear him moan as she sank down to the root. She could feel his cock straining, and knew he was already close to ejaculating. Spanking and frigging her had clearly turned him on as much as it had her.

  She moved her mouth up and down his shaft, sucking and licking. She heard him moan, which thrilled her. She used her tongue to wriggle against the underside of his glans. He moaned again. She plunged down on him until he was right at the back of her throat, then felt his cock begin to spasm and thick jets of spunk erupting as he gasped with pleasure. Eagerly she swallowed every drop. It was the first time he'd allowed himself to come in her mouth.

  She didn't expect him to praise her, and he didn't. He took hold of her arm and helped her to her feet.

  'Now you're going to get me hard again,' he said. He pushed her down onto the bed so she was lying on her back. He took a large dildo from the small chest of drawers at the side of the bed.

  'Open your legs. You're going to entertain me.'

  She did as she was told. He knelt beside her and f
ed the dildo into her vagina in one smooth movement. He left it embedded in her and began to play with his cock, wanking slowly.

  She loved displaying herself to him like this and could feel his eyes taking in every detail of her. With her arms pinned beneath her there was little she could do but lie there, watching him watching her.

  He twisted the switch and she moaned as the motor buzzed and the vibrations spread through her sex. She felt her clit pulse deliciously. At that moment she existed only for him. That was all she cared about. She would do anything he asked. She gasped as another orgasm rippled through her, her breasts quivering as she spasmed and trembled, her mouth open, her eyes shut.

  'Would you like me to fuck you?' she heard him say.

  'Oh yes, please...'

  'Hold your new friend where it is,' he said, 'and turn over on to your stomach.'

  She obeyed with difficulty, managing to roll over and keep the dildo in place as he told her to.

  She felt him moving, then fingers parted her buttocks and coated her anus with lubricant. She knew at once what he intended.

  He seized her by the hips and pulled her up onto her knees, her forehead resting on the bed, her hands bound in the small of her back. She felt his erection prod against her rear opening. For a moment she went rigid and her anus contracted, but the thought of that delicious cock sinking into her forbidden passage overcame her apprehension and she relaxed. His glans stretched her. Barbara winced with the discomfort, but it quickly turned into intense pleasure. She found herself pressing back against him, wanting more, wanting his cock deep, deep inside her.

  Jack gave her what she wanted. His fingers dug into her hips and his penis plunged into her rectum. Again there was pain, but there was also the most extraordinary bliss. It was such an overwhelming sensation that she knew she was going to come. She felt her vagina convulse and her anus contract, squeezing Jack's cock and creating a whole new swathe of delight. She sobbed as her body catapulted her into another orgasm, inner muscles locked around the two rigid phalluses entrenched in her depths.

  She felt Jack begin to move. He thrust with his groin and holding the dildo he thrust with that too. She felt his cock swell, stretching the walls of her rear passage even more, and as she flowed into yet another orgasm he came too, his spunk bathing the dark recesses of her most private place.

  'So this is your little love nest, is it? And you must be lover boy.'

  Tony's voice cut through her like a knife.

  Chapter Twelve

  Something woke me. I shook my head and opened my eyes. The door to my cell had been opened and there was a thin beam of light searching the room.

  'Barbara?' The light came from a small torch. It shone on my face, dazzling me. 'Barbara, is that you?'

  A weight settled on the bed next to me.

  'Jeez, what have they done to you?'

  The torchlight played on my bonds, the way my hands were cuffed to the bed above my head, and the chastity belt. 'He's had your nipples pierced! Barbara, it's me, Jack.' He shone the torchlight on his own face.

  Jack. My heart was racing. 'Jack?' I said. 'How did you get in here?'

  'I phoned the house. I got your housekeeper. She was worried about you. She told me she hadn't seen you for weeks. Your husband told her you'd gone to stay with your sister. I rang your sister and she didn't know anything about it. I knew Tony was up to something. He had you sent here.'

  'Weeks?' I'd lost count of the days I had been here. 'But how did you find me?'

  'I'll tell you later when we have more time. Right now, we've got to get out of here.'

  'They're working some sort of conditioning, with hypnosis or something. Thankfully it didn't work on me. I've been trying to find a way to get out but there isn't one. How did you know which cell I was in?'

  'Apparently I was the first door he opened.' I looked beyond Jack and could just make out the naked shape of Judy in the doorway. 'I showed him the way.'

  She came in and unlocked the cuffs and the chastity belt, which we took off after I got up off the bed on rather stiff limbs.

  'Have they given you any drugs?' Jack asked.

  'No, I don't think so,' Judy replied. 'It's some sort of hypnotherapy they do at night. There's others here, men and women. The aim is to turn us all into obedient sex slaves.'

  'Jesus. I'm so sorry Barbara. I got you into all this, didn't I? It's all my fault.'

  'Well now you can get me out of it,' I said.

  'If I hadn't approached you at that party... you were happy with Tony.'

  'No Jack, I wasn't,' I reassured him. 'If wasn't you it would have ended up being someone else. I was just kidding myself I was happy. Tony's an absolute bastard. I mean, look what he's been willing to do to me.'

  'OK, well let's get you out of here. First we've got to find you some clothes. Any ideas?'

  'Judy knows her way around best.'

  'They make us wear catsuits,' Judy said. 'I know where they are.'

  Jack trained the torchlight up and down the corridor, then Judy led the way to a cupboard set into the wall. She opened it and took out two of the rubber catsuits.

  'Here,' she said, handing me one.

  I started to struggle with it. Luckily there was enough talcum powder residue to make pulling them on a little easier, but it took at least ten minutes before we'd got the whole suit in place while we listened anxiously for any sound.

  'I got in over the garden wall at the back,' Jack said. 'Follow me.'

  We walked upstairs and he led the way through the familiar corridors until we got to a room I'd never been in. It was a large sitting room with French windows looking onto the garden. I could see marks on the door where Jack had forced it open. He led us out onto the lawn, his torch a narrow beam of light on the grass. We ran across to a large tree, its branches extending out over the garden wall. It was comparatively easy to climb it and shin along a branch, then drop down on the other side.

  Jack's car was parked in the lane ten yards away. We were free.

  'Where are we?' I asked.

  'Tring. Come on, we have to get out of here. You'd better scrunch down. You're likely to get arrested if anyone sees you in those outfits.'

  Luckily when we got to Jack's apartment building there didn't appear to be any neighbours about, so we rushed across the foyer to the lift. It was only once we were in his flat and he was guiding us into the bedroom that I really felt safe. Safe, and incredibly horny. The idea of being with Jack again, despite all the trouble he'd got me into, made my hormones go wild.

  I caught him in my arms and kissed him.

  'Thank you,' I said.

  'Don't thank me, it was my fault.' He seemed genuinely upset, concern etched into his face.

  'Jack, I don't care. We'll talk about it in the morning. Now there's one thing you've got to do for me and fast. I don't care how you do it or what you want to do with me but you've got to fuck me, and fuck me now.'

  He looked at Judy. The catsuit clung to every contour of her delicious body.

  'I'll go, if I can find some clothes,' she said.

  'No,' I said firmly. 'Stay tonight at least. She can stay, can't she Jack?'

  'Of course.'

  'Have you got a guestroom?' she asked.

  'No,' I said again. I stepped out of Jack's arms and into hers. I kissed her firmly, our naked breasts squashing together. 'I want you to thank him properly too,' I said.

  I took her hand and led her to the bed. My sudden freedom appeared to have liberated my libido too. I lay on the bed and pulled her on top of me, kissing her ferociously again and running my hands all over her. I knew how much Jack liked to watch two women together. The rubber was smooth and slippery and I soon wriggled down over her body and pulled her legs apart so I could get my mouth on her sex, exposed by the slit in the rubber.

  'I thought you'd want to rest,' Jack said.

  'I want to fuck.'

  I began to tongue Judy's clitoris. The nights we'd spent together had taught
me what she liked. I felt her body tense and she moaned.

  I realised that this was the first time in Jack's presence that I'd taken the initiative and not waited to be ordered to do what he wanted. I heard him stripping off his clothes and felt him kneeling on the bed behind me. He gripped my hips and pulled them up until my sex was level with his cock. He thrust eagerly.

  The feeling of his cock inside me almost gave me an orgasm. But tonight what mattered was what I wanted. And I didn't want to come yet. I pulled away from him and wriggled around on the bed until I could take him in my mouth. His cock was slick with my juices and I licked hungrily.

  I pulled away for a moment. 'Fuck her, Jack,' I said. 'I want you to give her a really good time.'

  He didn't hesitate. He buried his cock in Judy's cunt, pounding her while she screamed encouragement with a string of obscenities.

  I watched the muscles in his buttocks contracting as he drove deeper and I used my own fingers in my pussy.

  'Oh yes, yes, fuck me,' Judy screamed, her hands clutching at Jack's back, her legs raised so her knees were almost back to her shoulders. I could see the whole of his cock disappearing inside her and his balls rolling against her puckered anus, her juices making her sex glisten.

  'Fuck her,' I repeated insistently. It felt so strange to be giving orders.

  'Oh yes, that feels sooo good,' Judy moaned.

  I ran a hand over his buttocks and used two fingers to penetrate his arse.

  'Jeez! What are you doing now?' he hissed, twisting his head to look around at me. I felt his anus clench as his cock spasmed, Judy's body shuddering beneath him as he filled her with spunk.

  Now it was my turn. The sight of her orgasm had made me even more hungry for my own. With one hand concentrating on my clit I slid two fingers of the other deep into my vagina. In seconds I was coming, my eyes riveted on Judy's sex, still penetrated by Jack's cock and leaking some of his sperm.

  A little while later Jack was lounging on the bed, his cock soft and of little use to me.

  'Turn over,' I said, 'on your front.'