Submissives (Wage Slaves Book 4)

by Alan Horn

  Both Mr. and Mrs. Gibson nodded their heads.

  Mr. Jones opened a laptop and started the video. There were six or seven naked girls in it. They were chained together by the neck and walking in a corridor. They had chains joining their ankles and collars on their necks. Their hands were locked behind their backs. Several scenes showed the girls in class being very attentive. Mr. Jones remarked that the girls did not know they were being recorded. He told them there were hidden cameras in every room and corridor for security.

  After the video was over, Mr. Gibson asked, " Can you leave the chains on her when you bring her back?" Mrs. Gibson said, "Good idea dear and Mr. Jones would you leave the rings also, please. She'll hate that."

  Dr. Biery finished his exam. He reported to the Gibsons, Sadie and Mr. Jones that Alex was quite submissive. He opined the school would be able to help her with her behavior problems.

  Alexandra Gibson was seething. Damn righteous, holier then thou parents. I was just having fun. And I thought Maureen was my friend. If she hadn't squealed on me I wouldn't have gotten kicked out of that rotten school. It was a small party. I only had one joint. Pot doesn't hurt anyone. Damn.

  Father is making way too big a deal out oh this. I didn't want to go to that old school anyway. It was way too far out of town. There was never anything to do there except party. They can find some other school . They've got plenty of money and I don't want to go to college anyway. Why should I. They've got way more money than they can use. Look at how they pinch those pennies. The only car they would get me was a Volkswagen, for Christ's sake. All my friends have better cars. Margie got that red Mustang convertible and Susan got her dad's two year old Mercedes! Now they've taken even that piece of junk away. How can I go see my friends or go shopping or see a movie. I'm just sitting around this dump bored out of my skull.

  "Miss Alexandra," the butler said "your father would like to talk to you in his office."

  "Stevenson, why must you always tiptoe around like that. What does Daddy want to talk about?"

  "He did not say, Miss," said Stevenson.

  "Oh, all right. I guess I better go see what else he can bawl me out about," I flounced to the office. The door was ajar, so I pushed it open and went in. Daddy was behind his desk. Mother was sitting in an upholstered char beside him. The Doctor and another man and woman were in the room.

  He was big and heavily muscled. He looked like a cop. The woman was beautiful and looked serene. "Hi, Daddy. You wanted me?"

  Mr. Gibson said, "Yes. Alexandra, your mother and I have found a new school for you. It is much smaller and has a good teacher to student ratio. We think it will be good for you. This is Mr. Jones. He will take you there now. We don't want you moping around here and want you to get on with your education now."

  "But Daddy, I want to stay here. Its where all my friends are. Jamie's invited me to a party Saturday. Can I wait until Monday? Please."

  "No. Alexandra, your friends always figure into your difficulties. I would like you to stay away from them. Go and pack an overnight bag. We'll pack everything else and send it to you tomorrow."

  "Daddy," I screamed, "No. I won't go. You can't make me. I'm not going to another school. I'm staying here, near my friends. That's final."

  Daddy turned to Mr. Jones and said, "Mr. Jones, plan B it looks like."

  Mr. Jones said, "Yes, sir, I agree." He walked over to me and grabbed my arm. He had a grip like iron.

  He said, "Miss Gibson. I am authorized by your parents to deliver you to the school. If you struggle, I will place you in handcuffs. Will you come peacefully?"

  I tried to pull my arm away, but he was strong and outweighed me by a hundred pounds. "I'll come, but I'm not staying. Daddy, I'm going to run away from that school and go to my friends."

  Father said, "Mr. Jones. Take precautions. Alexandra is willful and will go along until she sees a chance to run away."

  Damn, I may not like his attitude, but Daddy is smart.

  Mr. Jones said, "Miss, would you like to pack an overnight bag or not?"

  "I want some things. Makeup and toiletries and underwear. A change of clothes."

  Mr. Jones said, "Mrs. Gibson, will you help Ms. Alexandra gather what she wants?"

  Mother said, "Yes, of course." she stood up and said, "follow me, please."

  Mr. Jones kept hold of my arm and followed mother. I was dragged along like I was weightless.

  Mr. Jones kept hold of my arm the whole time. He asked mother to gather my things. I had to tell her what I wanted. When everything was in a case, Mr. Jones picked it up in his other hand and walked me outside to a limousine. I hadn't heard it arrive. Mr. Jones put me in the backseat and followed me in. The Doctor and woman were already inside. He did not let go of my arm until we were both seated in the rear. He locked the doors and keyed the intercom. "To the school, please." The limousine started moving.

  I didn't want to be here. Daddy was shipping me off to another stupid boarding school. Probably in a desert somewhere. It must be close since I'm in a limo instead of going to the airport. Are we going to an airport? I don't know anything about where I'm going or what its like. Daddy didn't tell me anything and 'Mr. Jones' has not said a word. "Mr. Jones, what is the name of the school I'm going to?"

  He turned his head and looked ate me. I thought his look was unusual, like he had a secret he would like to share, but couldn't. He said, "WS Institute. It is small and exclusive."

  I had not heard of it. "What does 'WS' stand for?" He turned his head to look forward and ignored me. I said, "Answer me!" He ignored me. I turned to face him in the seat and shouted, "Answer me, damn it." What he did next took me by surprise.

  He grabbed me by the arm and drug me across his lap, face down. He put a massive leg over mine and held me in place. It felt like he laid a log across my legs. I was pinned. He pulled down my pants and panties in one motion then I felt a fiery blow on my right ass cheek. He put his big left arm on my back and pushed me down. My head was buried in the seat cushion. He spanked me ten or twelve times. Every blow was terrible My ass was on fire. Halfway through I felt a heat in my loins. I was getting aroused. I felt his cock thrusting into my pussy. I wanted it inside me. My belly pulsed and I felt lust. I wanted him in me so bad. I felt my love juices squirting out of my squeezed cunt. I tried to speak, to beg him to take me but I was gagged by the seat pushing into my face. All I could do was grunt and moan. I realized I was helpless in his grip. I couldn't move and I wanted to pull him to me. Finally, he lifted me off him and sat me down on the seat like I was weightless. I tried to speak but nothing came out.

  He said, "Do not raise your voice to me."

  I stammered, "Y.Y.Yes, Sir." My ass and my loins were flaming. It was uncomfortable to sit. I looked at his lap. He had a huge erection and his pants were wet. Oh. My. God. It was my love juices that stained his pants, I felt the blush rising in my face. The other two people were sitting in the rear facing seats. They were smiling. God, it was so embarrassing.

  He looked at me and smiled. He said, "You are not the first girl to soil my pants when I spank her. How is your bottom?

  I stared at him blankly. He spanks girls and they get aroused? I thought I was the only one. I forgot about the other two. I said, "Do you finish what you start, Sir? Or do you just like to tease."

  He said, "Your pants are soiled, Alexandra. Take them off. The panties too."

  I smiled and took off my shoes, socks, pants and panties. Then I was nude from the waist down. I said, you are over dressed, Sir."

  He said, "Take off the rest of your clothes too."

  Then I was nude. He was still dressed. I said, "You are still overdressed, Sir."

  He smiled and said, "You are beautiful, but you are not yet eighteen. I don't want to break any laws. Go to the middle of the floor and kneel. I want to look at you."

  "Yes, Sir." I crawled to the middle and knelt facing him.

  "Spread your knees. Wider. Wider. Cross your arms behind your head. Reach
as far down your back as you can. OK. Arch your back. Thrust your breasts to me. Good. Smile. Great. You are beautiful. Now don't move." He reached down and collected all my clothes and tied my blouse around them to make a bundle. Then he threw it out the window!

  "Wait... What... My clothes?"

  He said, "You won't need them. You'll see. Get back in position. Don't move."

  I was terrified. Where was he taking me. Visions of white slavery and forced brothels in Mexico floated through my mind. I must have looked it. "The school? Everyone will see me. Please don't make me get out naked. Please. He ignored me and just watched me. Soon the car stopped and the door was opened by the driver. He looked at me.

  The driver said, "Chief, are you starting early?"

  Mr. Jones said, "She needed calming. Put the car up, please."

  He took me by the arm and pulled me out of the car. I struggled but it was hopeless. I didn't even slow him down. He marched me into a building, down a corridor and into a doctor's examining room. He sat me on a padded table and clamped a shackle on my ankle. A long chain fastened it to a ring on a wall.

  “Wait,” I cried. Don't leave me alone. I'm naked and you've chained me to the wall. What if someone comes? I'm scared.” I was also horny. He has purposely aroused me in the car. He left me horny on purpose. Now the chain. I had dreams of being a helpless slave, chained and taken whenever my master wanted. I was ready for him. I needed a man in me so bad. He teased me. Now I couldn't get him out of my mind. My pussy was throbbing like mad. And it itched. I wanted to rub myself so much. But I was afraid. If he saw me getting myself off then I'd be in for it.

  He said, “Alex, the doctor is going to come and examine you. You won't be alone long. You're safe here. Trust that.” He left me there alone.

  I tried the drawers. They were all locked. I fretted. I was naked and chained to a wall. There was nothing in the room I could use to cover myself. I was still aroused. I went back to the table and rested one foot on the table and took up a 'September Morn' pose. I hoped the doctor liked it. Not much else I could do. I waited. I wanted to masturbate, but this was too public. Anyone might walk in.

  Chapter 13 – School Things

  A man in a white coat entered. It was the Doctor. I said, “Hi, Doc. I'm Alex and I seem to have lost my clothes. You already examined me. Oh, Yes, I'm also chained to the wall. Isn't this weird. I thought I was going to a new school and I must have wound up in this kinky prison by mistake. Can you help me?”

  He said, “Hello Alexandra, I'm the school Doctor and I'm going to examine you even more than I did at your home. Yeah, I'm sure this is a little weird for you. It'll be explained after I get done with you. Don't worry about your clothes, none of the girls here wear any. You'll fit right in. Now lay down on the table, please.”

  I was poked and prodded, flexed and felt, listened to and illuminated.

  Finally, he said, I'll need the blood tests to be sure, but you seem to be in good shape. You're not a virgin, have you had intercourse recently?”

  “No, Doc, I tried on the way here, but Jones wouldn't finish what he started. The creep.”

  “Chief Jones is a very focused person. Turn over and lay on your stomach.”

  I rolled over and he cuffed my hands behind my back. I fought when I realized what he was doing, but he was way too strong. Damn. It was such a drag being a girl. Every guy could wipe the floor with me. He swatted my tender derriere and told me to hold still or else he'd leave me in here all night. I relaxed. He cuffed my feet too. He took that shackle off my ankle and tilted me onto my feet. The ankle cuffs had a longer chain so I could walk. I was in a fog of passion. I was where I had always wanted to be. I had become an object. A property that men could do whatever they wanted. I could not resist. My body was melting from the inside. I had trouble walking. The chains didn't hamper me, it was my slack muscles. I would have fallen if he didn't have a hand on my arm. I was lost in a blinding fog of lust. I hoped it would end by him taking me. I felt empty, hollow. I needed filling. Oh yes.

  He took me to another door and walked me through it. It looked like a large workshop. He took me to a man and introduced me to Stan. He said Stan would take care of me then let Melody finish up. I didn't want him to go. I wanted to be fucked hard and put to bed. I felt safe with him. I didn't want to lose my safety. I suddenly felt adrift.

  I protested, “Doc, there's no way in hell I'm going to let someone touch me. Much less take care of me. I'm getting out of here right now. Unlock these cuffs or there's going to be hell to pay.”

  Stan looked at me and said, “Feisty little thing, ain't she. Doc, hang onto her a second.”

  The Doctor still had hold of my arm and I tried to yank free, to no avail. He wasn't as big as Jones, but he was still a lot bigger and stronger than me. I didn't go six inches for all my struggles.

  Stan came back with a chain. He locked one end tight around my neck and locked the other end to a ring on the edge of his workbench. He picked up a crop from the bench and whacked me on the thigh with it. Damn, it hurt a lot more than getting spanked. It left a sharp fiery line of pain. I squealed and jumped. Doc let go of me and I backed to the end of the chain. I was held fast. I pulled and panted like a wild animal in a trap. Not because I was afraid. I was overjoyed. Lust blossomed anew in my belly. I was even more helplessly chained. I loved it. I fought my restraints just to ensure I was secure. I wanted to be held fast. I needed to know that I was not responsible for anything. I wanted to to be the property that my master controlled and manipulated.

  Stan said, "From now on, address me as 'Sir, now sit on that stool and lift your legs up here," pointing to the bench. I did as he said. He removed my leg cuffs and set them aside. He tried a couple of anklets on me until he found a set that fit. A chain, maybe fourteen inches long, joined them. They were rather elegant in their shining simplicity. There were no dangling locks or bulky hinges. They looked like expensive jewelry, even the chain. They fit perfectly and they fitted me perfectly. I was destined to wear chains.

  My fantasies were coming true. My earliest dreams always cast me in the role of slave to a ruthless master. I always volunteered to be the captive maiden locked in a dungeon. Or the homesteader captured by Indians. Or the kidnapped heiress held by gangsters. I was the helpful captive, always showing my captors how I could get loose. I became an encyclopedia of the best ways to tie a girl and a test subject for every innovation. I saw how the boys got erections just by tying me up. The harder I wriggled, the bigger they got. I relished my ability to arouse boys. My parents caught me playing these games with some local boys. Then they decided I should attend all girl boarding schools. The girls never had the interest in those games that boys did. I discovered the other things a boy could do with his erection, along with the other girls. It was wonderful, but not the same high as being tied up. I always wondered how it would be if both occurred together.

  In a short time, Stan had fastened them on my ankles and he had me stand. They were snug, implacable, and elegant. I could see no joint, no lock , no hinge. They appeared to be a single, continuous band of metal. They were smooth, shiny, and there was no keyhole. They were lovely, and implacable. I could no longer run or kick. They took freedom from me. They looked like unusual jewelry, but what they added was subjugation.

  When he had finished, my wrists, ankles and neck all bore metal bands. I saw no keyholes or hinges. All had attachment rings. My collar had several. He showed me the collar before he fastened it on me. It was thick and heavy and had several rings around its circumference. There was a large metal tag hanging from the front ring with the number '4' on it. The number was almost two inches high. There was a metal box like bulge on the back It had a window in the back I could see a green light behind the window. Inside the collar there were two knobs that looked like they would stick into my neck. He said they were spring loaded and would retract when it was locked on me. I pleaded for him to spare me, to no avail. He placed it around my neck and fastened it with a
gun like thing that made a loud smacking noise. Like metal hitting metal. He told me it was a rivet gun and there was no key. None of my restraints could be opened by a key. A broader band constrained my waist, like a steel corset without laces. It was hard to breathe. It had eight equidistant rings. A padlock held my wrists to the rear ring.

  “Sir, “ I asked, “ what is this collar you've fastened on me? please tell me Sir.”

  He said, “Alex. That is a control collar. The electronics tell the staff where you are. They can set limits on how far you can go. They can punish you for bad behavior. You are now the property of the school.“

  “Punish me, sir, How?”

  He explained, “This is based on pet collars. If you are bad, they just have to press a button and you get a shock. The shock can be weak to warn you, strong to give pain, or very strong that will incapacitate you, like a stun gun. You can't outrun it. Its range is over three miles.

  “That's terrible. What kind of school is this. It sounds like a high tech, kinky prison.”

  Stan said,”Yeah, I guess so. Soon, your instructors will explain it to you. I'm going to take you to Melody now.”

  Stan took hold of my upper arm and steered me across the room to where Melody was standing. She had her arm resting on what looked like an old fashioned barber's chair. She said Honey, you look good. You've got a great rack, long legs, and a small waist. Everyone's going to love you when I'm done.

  "Melody, what, exactly are you going to do to me? Makeup?"

  Melody laughed and said, "Honey, I'm gonna pierce you and put some rings on you."

  Melody smiled broader and said, "Honey, Sit here," indicating the chair.”

  I felt uncoordinated since my arms wouldn't move and I couldn't separate my feet. Just as they wanted me, I suppose. Melody strapped me down to the chair, spreading my knees far apart.

  “I don't want to be pierced now. Maybe sometime. I've thought about getting my nips pierced, but my parents wouldn't agree. I know two girls who've got nipple rings and they're fantastic.”