Taught to Submit: A Novel of Escape into Slavery

by Powerone

She took a quick shower and dressed in the clothes she was given. Looking in the mirror at her reflection, the black garter belt and nylons highlighted her white skin, making her feel slightly obscene. She slipped on the dress, to find the slit down the center of her cleavage almost to her waist, her naked breasts barely contained inside. She knew that they would shimmer as she walked, almost afraid of them spilling out. At the last minute she slipped on a black thong, hoping that Miguel had meant to put a pair in the bag, feeling too naked without them. She slipped into the high heels, and walked around the room to get used to them, seeing the way they made the muscles in her legs stand out. God, she looked good. She jumped when the phone rang, startling her out of her daydream.

  "Miguel is here to pick you up Elise. If you take the back elevator, it will take you to the parking lot in the rear of the building. His limousine is waiting outside. He wanted me to remind you that it is seven."

  "Thank you, I will be right down.” She quickly picked up her bag, a small clutch purse with her ID and makeup, then hurried out the door, not wanting to be late for Miguel.

  * * * *

  Lisa and Christina split up in the bar within minutes. They were quickly inundated with male companions. A charming older man invited Lisa to his table with two other men already there. The group of young men swarmed around Christina, inviting her over to join them. Christina felt comfortable as the group was made up of at least five boys and three girls, all about her age.

  Lisa found the men to be charming, most of them wealthy locals. The daily ritual of having drinks in the hotel changed with the arrival of the lovely American woman. Carlos was the most charming, a handsome man in his mid-forties. Lisa leaned that he owned a large hacienda just around the corner from the hotel. He was a widower of five years, and a suave successful businessman. He quickly talked Lisa into dinner, the other two men leaving them alone.

  Christina found the boys similar to American boys, the only difference being they were rich and successful. Their parents brought them into the family businesses, while being educated at the local universities. The girls were also from wealthy families, though they seemed more interested in boys then anything else. They were very sexy, dressed to highlight their attributes. Christina almost felt inferior to them, a first for her. Edmundo took an instant interest in her, even though it appeared he was somehow connected with Jade, a lovely dark haired girl. They asked her to go clubbing with them tonight, Christian quickly accepted, not wanting to stay in the hotel her first night free.

  CHAPTER 3

  Dinner with Miguel

  Elise was glad the car was in the rear, hoping to slip out without seeing her mother or Christina. She knew her dress would provoke more questions than she wanted to answer. As she slipped out the back door into the warm air, the black limousine was waiting. The was door open, and the driver nodded to her as she hopped into the back. She felt his eyes on her backside as she got in, knowing the short dress was riding high in the back, almost ashamed at what he might have seen. Miguel was sitting in the back, a glass of wine in his hand, dressed in a suit and tie. He looked comfortable despite the heat. Even though he was clean shaven, he still looked as if he had a five o'clock shadow, his face tanned from the sun, the smell of male aftershave filling the car. He motioned her over and Elise sat next to him.

  Miguel stared at her, watching how the dress clung to her shapely figure. Her breasts bounced slightly as she got in, the slit in the front opening up as she sat down, allowing him to catch a glimpse of a bare breast. He looked at her legs, the short skirt leaving ample thigh for his stare. “You look as beautiful as I thought you would, Elise.” He smiled as he spoke.

  "It fits me perfectly, since you know my measurements intimately,” she teased him, surprised at her witty comeback. She was almost embarrassed after she said it, the thought of him stripping her and probing her body returning. His eyes seemed to devour her body. Elise looked down to the crotch of his pants, saw the bulge, and knew she was the cause of it.

  "Touché. I suppose I deserve that. I'm glad you decided to join me."

  "You really didn't wait around for an answer. Thank you for the dress, it is beautiful."

  "And it does highlight your considerable assets. But why did you come to dinner with me, Elise?"

  "Because you asked me to, or I should I say you told me to."

  "Yes, I did. And you do seem to enjoy doing what is demanded of you. Does it bother you that I am much older then you are?"

  "No.” She hesitated then added, “I think that is one of the reasons I did show up.” She regretted her answer as soon as she said it. What would he think of her?

  "I won't disappoint you, Elise."

  "Disappoint maybe, surprise me, no you won't."

  "You're a very intelligent young woman. Why is it you don't have much experience with sex?” Miguel remembered she was a virgin.

  Elise blushed, hoping the darkness of the car would prevent him from seeing. She thought for a moment. I'm in a strange country, leaving in two days. Who would know what she did during this time? “I've only dated boys that were more interested in getting into my panties for five minutes, then their interests would fade. I'm looking for someone to spend the time to teach me, to show me new worlds.” Shut up, Elise. He's going to think you are a cheap whore.

  The car stopped in front of the restaurant, and Elise was glad Miguel didn't have to answer. The driver quickly moving around and opened the door. Elise crawled out first, again feeling eyes on her butt as she bent over to get out the door.

  The restaurant was not fancy, but private. They sat in a corner of the dining room, far from the rest of the people. They made small talk, Elise telling Miguel of her life in the United States. “You seem to do quite well for someone who is a captain in the army. How do you do that?"

  "Many officers are from wealthy families. Mine made money in the natural resources industry, timber, steel, iron. The family still owns many mines in the country, but I preferred a life in the military to running a factory or mine."

  "And you aren't married?” Elise quizzed him. She saw him reach over to her. She stopped breathing in anticipation as his hand slid inside her dress to cup one of her breasts, his big hand able to encircle it. Her nipple instantly hardened from his touch, and pushed into his palm.

  "My wife died two years ago. No children, the army took too much of my time and life.” He continued to fondle her naked breast, as if nothing out of the ordinary was going on. The waiter brought a bottle of wine and some appetizers, with a large bowl of hot sauce. His eye caught Miguel's hand inside Elise's dress, able to clearly see the movement of his hand.

  "They are so lovely I couldn't control myself,” Miguel spoke to the waiter.

  "Yes, they are sir. Will there be anything else?"

  "No, thank you.” He pulled his hand out of her dress, but not before pulling the front of it so he could catch a glimpse of the hard nipple.

  Miguel poured her a glass of wine. “Do you drink wine?"

  "Yes,” Elise lied, taking a sip of it. They drank about half the bottle of wine, and Elise was feeling a little light headed.

  "Did you obey me?"

  The question would normally seem out of place, but Elise knew what he meant. She looked, afraid to answer.

  Miguel let his hand slip down onto her thigh, his eyes trained on hers, looking for a response. She stared back, her hands remained still on the table. He loved the feel of her flesh, her skin so silky and smooth. He moved his hand up and down her thigh, her legs still clenched tightly together. “Spread your legs wide for me,” he ordered, her eyes widening as she comprehended his order. “Now!"

  His hands gripped her leg tightly, until she relented and they slowly spread open. “Good girl.” His hand returned to the task, moving up and down the inside of her thighs, her widely spaced legs giving him the access he wanted. “I love the garter belt and nylons,” hiking up her dress higher. “Very sexy. Do they make your pussy wet?"

  S
he looked down. Her dress was high up, and his large tanned hand slid up and down the inside of her legs, his calloused hands rough on her flesh. “They make me feel sexy.” She watched as her dress moved higher, the expanse of naked skin where they nylons ended revealed his hands moving about her flesh. She spread her legs wider, his large hand almost trapped between her thighs. She saw it in his eyes when her black thong revealed.

  "I told you to wear only what I gave you.” His voice was angry.

  "I thought you forgot them,” she tried to plead.

  "You will be punished for that,” he said in a matter of fact tone, as if it was the natural thing. “Now take them off."

  Her eyes pleaded with him, but his eyes offered no mercy. She moved her hands below the table, sliding her dress up higher. Miguel watched her every move. She lifted her ass up off the seat, sliding the thong down, then bent over awkwardly to lower them and take them off her ankles. Elise struggling as they caught on her high heels. She looked up, her face red in embarrassment when she saw the waiter staring at her.

  "Would you like another bottle of wine, sir?” He stared at Elise.

  "Thank you, yes. Elise, give them to our waiter."

  "What?” She wasn't sure she heard him correctly.

  "Give him your thong,” his voice more curt now.

  She pulled her thong from beneath the table, watching the waiter as she handed them to him. He seemed to be surprised, seeing a small ball of black panties in her hand.

  He wasn't sure what was going on, but he played along. His hand reached out, taking the black thong, and felt the heat from her body still on them. “Thank you, Senora.” He moved them up to his nose, sniffing in their aroma. “Such a lovely fragrance. I will be back with your bottle of wine,” stuffing her thong in his pocket.

  "Now open your legs again, Elise.” Miguel let his hand slip down to her legs again. His hand quickly moved her dress higher, rubbing her tender inner thighs sensuously as she obeyed him.

  Elise felt the familiar tingle between her legs as his hands moved closer to her naked pussy. She spread her legs wider, sliding down in the seat, eager to help him touch her, her pussy wet in anticipation.

  "Lift up your dress, show me your pussy Elise.” He waited, his eyes glued to her legs as her hands moved down and slowly raised her skirt until finally her pussy was revealed, her blonde bush barely visible in the dark room. “Higher."

  She slowly revealed her pussy to him, looking around, making sure the waiter was not returning, feeling the dampness beneath her, her pussy wet with desire.

  "Very lovely, Elise. He moved his hand over to the bowl. “Have you tried our hot sauce yet?"

  She was confused by the sudden change of subject. “No,” she replied. She watched as his finger moved to her mouth, rubbing the hot sauce on her lips. Her eyes watering instantly as it burned. “It's too hot,” she cried out, lifting up her wine glass to her lips, trying to quench the heat of the sauce, but the burning continuing.

  "No!” she cried out when she saw where his finger was going, having dipped it into the hot sauce again. He moved it down under the table, between her legs.

  "Keep your legs spread open, remember your punishment,” he ordered her. He let his finger move between her lips, and rubbed the hot sauce on her tender flesh. He heard the sharp intake of her breath, saw her eyes water. She squirmed in the seat as the sauce burned the tender flesh between her legs.

  "No more,” she begged, but his hand returned to the bowl, dipping his finger again, then moving between her legs once more.

  "Raise your ass up off the seat,” his finger moving underneath her, searching out her anus, knowing she was subjecting herself to the intense pain of the harsh, hot sauce. He found her anus, rubbed the sauce over it, and felt the opening begin to spasm in pain. His finger found the defenseless hole and slid up to the first knuckle, as he rubbed her clenched muscle with the hot sauce.

  Tears were flowing from her eyes, the intense pain almost too much to bear.

  The waiter came over to the table, seeing the tears in her eyes. “What's the matter, Senora?"

  "I'm afraid it is the hot sauce, it is too hot for her,” Miguel said to the waiter.

  "I know just the thing, be right back Senora,” running off to return within a minute, holding a bowl of ice cubes and an ice tong. He picked up the ice thong, a cube between the tips. He moved them to her lips, Miguel's voice stopping him.

  "It's not in her mouth. Show him Elise."

  "No, please don't make me.” Tears still flowed from her eyes, while her pussy and anus burned. She didn't know what was worse, the pain, or the humiliation Miguel seemed to enjoy putting her through.

  "Show him,” he ordered her. “He'll stop the burning. Otherwise it will last for at least an hour."

  She moved her legs out from under the table, sitting sideways on the chair, her short dress already riding up high on her thighs. She looked at the waiter, a handsome boy about her age, making it that much worse. His eyes were glued to her legs. Her hands trembled as she lowered them to the hem of her dress, slowly raising it up, her naked thighs beginning to show. The garter belt accented her silky skin. She closed her eyes as she felt the cool air blow on her pussy, knowing he could see her bush, the fine blonde hair cut into a tiny triangle that made her feel all the more naked.

  "I am afraid you are going to have to do better then that, Elise. Spread your legs open for the nice boy,” his voice urged her to comply.

  With her eyes still clenched tight she let her thighs part open, wider and wider until she felt the edge of the chair on her feet.

  "Good girl, Elise. Now spread your lips open with your fingers so he can see inside you."

  Her hands reached down and lightly pinched her labia, pulling back the puffy lips. The burning worsened, but the humiliation was better then the awful pain. She waited, bracing herself for the cold ice. She finally opened her eyes, wondering what was happening, and stared at the waiter, but his eyes were glued to her spread pussy. “Please, the ice,” she begged.

  "Sooorry,” the waiter blurted out, “but you have the pinkest pussy I have ever seen.” He picked up an ice cube in the thong and moved between Elise's spread legs. He couldn't believe his luck, first seeing her blonde pussy, now he was going to stick an ice cube up her hole. “It's going to be cold,” he warned. He saw her shudder, goose bumps appearing on her thighs when the ice hit her pussy. He thought it would melt instantly. He pushed in, seeing her vagina stretch to take the ice cube inside, a groan escaping from her lips as she continued to hold her lips open for him. The ice thongs slipped inside her pussy, pushing the cube deeper inside. He pulled it out, picking up another cube and pushing it quickly inside her again

  It felt huge, the ice wasn't bad, it was the metal thong, almost frozen by the ice, the unyielding metal pushing her vaginal opening wide, feeling the ridges on it as he pushed it inside her. She felt a burning sensation, the type you get when you rub something too cold on your skin, but it seem to help relieve the burning from the hot sauce. She felt the ice melt quickly, while the waiter shoved another piece inside her before she could do anything except groan in pain as the tong slipped inside her again. While still a virgin, at least she didn't have a hymen any longer; the tong would've made quick work of it. Her butt moved around on the seat, a puddle forming beneath her as the water from the ice dripped down her thighs. She still had the terrible burning in her backside, much worse then in her vagina. She couldn't believe it when she said it aloud, “Please, put an ice cube up my backside. It burns so bad,” she begged him. She quickly added, “use your finger, not the ice tong. I don't think I could take anything that big up there."

  "Of course, Senora, I will be gentle, but I need you to push up higher.” He couldn't wait to see her anus; his hands reaching down for her legs, pulling them forward so she slid on the chair, then her fingers pulled her cheeks apart, opening up her ass to him. “Such a tiny hole Senora. Don't worry I'll be gentle.” He could see it opening
and closing, the hot sauce making it spasm. Elise jumped when his cold finger touched her opening.

  Miguel was the only one to touch her there, not even her, now she was begging a stranger to push an ice cube up her backside. She jumped when his finger touched her, made doubly startling when she felt the cold. “Hurry, please hurry,” her eyes begging him to violate her most intimate opening. She braced herself when she felt the ice touch her wrinkled opening, and suddenly she felt it pushing inside her, her anus slowly and painfully stretched to take it inside. Her anus was so hot, that by the time it passed through the opening and into her rectum, it was half the size, but the waiter's finger followed it, pushing it deeper. “Another, this time push it in quicker,” hoping it would not melt so quickly. The thought of another cube stretching her open was not very appealing.

  The waiter felt her ass muscles grip his finger as he pushed the cube in. He pulled out, grabbing another cube. He pushed it against the tiny hole and this time forcefully shoved it inside, not stopping until his finger had pushed it in up to the knuckle. A tiny yelp escaped from her clenched lips. “Sorry Senora,” letting his finger stay inside her, not wanting to take it out. He moved it around, massaging the muscles as they fought to push it out.

  The burning finally subsided, and her ass not so cold. The waiter didn't take his finger out, moving it around inside her, making her feel strange. She looked over at Miguel, his eyes staring at the waiter's fingers sliding inside her. “Please take your finger out. It feels okay now."

  "Sorry, Senora, I got carried away,” reluctantly pulling his finger from her hot, tight hole, watching as it slowly closed, a river of water sliding down on the chair. “Is it okay now, Senora?” He almost wished she said no.

  Elise sat back up in the chair, letting her dress slide down over her legs. Her face was red with humiliation at being subject of such an indignity, but the waiter's smile indicated the pleasure he had in relieving her suffering. “Yes, thank you for your help."

  "Take his finger in your mouth. You soiled it, you should clean it with your tongue,” Miguel ordered her.