Taught to Submit: A Novel of Escape into Slavery

by Powerone

  "Go into the bathroom and put on the skirt and sweater you'll find. No bra, but do put on the panties. Wear the black heels. You have lovely legs and they will highlight them nicely. I will administer your punishment when you come out.” He watched as she quickly went into the bathroom, the door shutting. He sat down in the large upholstered chair, no arms, suitable for spanking an errant female, her body bent over his lap. He looked at the wall, his reflection shining back at him from the mirror that was strategically placed.

  Elise sat on the toilet, trying to catch her breath. She saw the skirt, a yellow and black plaid wrap-around, black panties and a black cashmere sweater. The heels were at least three inches high, with straps to secure them to her ankles. She let her hands run down between her legs, pushing her skirt out of the way, shuddering as she touched her pussy lips. She was soaked, embarrassed, but extremely excited. In the next room was an older man she had just met today. He was waiting for her to come out. She guessed he might spank her, and was sure her body would be eventually stripped almost naked. She could feel her juices flowing freely as her fingers slid up and down her inner lips, afraid to touch her clit, knowing she would cum too quickly. She wanted to feel Miguel's hands on her body; she wanted him to make her cum.

  "Hurry out,” she heard the voice call out. “And make sure you don't cum before you do,” almost as if he could see through the door.

  She got up and quickly stripped off her clothes. She wet a washcloth, bathing her pussy, hoping her arousal wouldn't be so obvious. She slipped on the panties, felt the silky material cling to her like a second skin. She looked down and saw her labia clearly visible, turned to see herself in the mirror. The panties clung to her ass, the twin cheeks silhouetted by the black material, her crease prominently displayed. She wrapped the skirt around her waist. It was short, and barely covered half her satiny thighs. She picked up the soft cashmere sweater, and pulled it over her head. The material glided luxuriously over her naked breasts. Her nipples quickly sprung to erection, so obvious as they pressed against the material. She let her fingers reach down and touch them, then pinched them to even greater hardness, pleased at the way they were so prominently displayed. She let her feet slide into the heels, feeling a little strange as she secured the straps around her ankles. The tightness thrilled her. Would this be what it felt like when tied up? She looked at herself in the mirror, pleased with the reflection, her nipples hard, pushing out the front of the sweater, her legs lean and tanned. The heels highlighted her taut muscles, while the short skirt gave a glimpse of her sleek thighs. She felt her panties already getting damp. God, she had to cum soon. She opened the door, to Miguel's gaze on her as she walked into the room. Her hips swayed gently as she walked. Her breasts bounced, making her nipples rub along the soft cashmere. He was seated in the chair, and motioned her over to him.

  "Very lovely, Elise,” Miguel smiled at her as his eyes ran up and down her body. His cock was rock hard. His hands reached for her, gripped her hips, and turned her toward him. He felt her body tremble when he touched her. He turned her sideways, as he admired the way her tight cheeks pushed out the skirt. He let his hand roam down her backside, felt her tighten her cheeks in response. She would soon learn not to do that, her body would be his to explore at his leisure. He smoothed her skirt over her cheeks, his hands running down until he touched her naked leg. He let his hand move back up, this time it slipped under her skirt. His wrist pulled the garment higher, flashing a wide expanse of naked leg. His other hand ran over her smooth, tanned legs, moving between them to touch her silky thighs. “Spread your legs for me Elise,” he commanded her.

  She trembled as he touched her, his hands touching her as Bill; her mother's boyfriend had done, exciting her. She looked at the wall, suddenly shocked to see her own reflection in the mirror she had failed to notice before. Her skirt was pulled up high on her legs, a brief glimpse of her panties showing, his hand touched her so intimately as she stood there, her legs spread, his hands between her naked thighs. She felt her skirt being pulled up higher, Miguel slowing revealed her black panties to his gaze. She stared into the mirror as if she was watching someone else slowly being stripped naked.

  Miguel loved the feel of her youthful flesh, the skin so smooth. His hand returned to her ass, gripped her buttock and clenched tightly on it. He moved back into the chair. “Bend over my lap,” he ordered her, his hands helped to put her into the position he wanted. She bent over him, his hand on her back, pushed her down until her head was hanging almost to the ground, her ass pushed up on his lap. Her short skirt had ridden high up, her panties already exposed.

  She got a little dizzy, as the blood rushed to her head. She felt his hard cock pushing into her abdomen. Elise rubbed back and forth, hoping he wouldn't notice, but hoped she would feel his cock rub against her pussy. She felt his powerful hands hold her tight against him. His hand began to move again, rub over her buttocks, her skirt pushed to the side as she felt his hands on her naked skin. She was embarrassed as she saw her reflection again, bent over his lap like a schoolgirl ready to be spanked. His hand, more urgent now, slid up and down her crack, a fat finger pushed her panties into the groove. His other hand moved between the vee of her legs, lightly tapped at her pussy from behind. She knew he could feel her wetness, his finger lingered as it tapped on her pussy.

  "Ooow,” she cried. His hand left her cheek, pulling away before returning, slapped sharply against her cheek. She felt the sudden pain, a lingering burning as his hand caressed the spot he had struck only seconds ago. It slapped down hard again. This time her other cheek received the powerful blow, his large palm able to reach all her buttock with the pain. She felt his cock throbbing against her stomach, jerking each time he struck her buttock, knowing he was enjoying spanking her.

  "Next time you will obey me.” His hand rained down five more blows on her buttocks. He felt her body jerk up each time he hit her, her abdomen rubbing against his cock. He struck her harder each time, pleased she responded by rubbing more urgently against him. He caressed her skin again, moving up to the top of her panties, and slowly peeling them down. Her naked ass was revealed to him again. He pulled them down until her pussy was revealed from behind, leaving them tight around her hips.

  She shuddered, her pussy wet as her panties yanked hard down over her buttocks, his hands touching her naked skin. She looked into the mirror, turning red as she saw her naked ass cheeks so prominently displayed. He slapped her hard, striking her skin this time, nothing in the way of his hand.

  "Are you going to obey me next time?” Miguel waited for her answer. His hand busily caressed her buttocks, sliding up and down her crack. He felt her tighten her cheeks again.

  "Yes, sir,” she murmured, as she squirmed on his lap.

  "Would you like to cum?” His hand moved down between her legs, his fingers pushed against her wet pussy, already knowing her answer.

  "Oh, yes, please,” she begged. She had to cum, her ass still stung from the spanking, but the pain seemed to move directly between her legs. She trembled when he touched her naked, wet pussy.

  "Stand up,” his hands moved to her hips, helping her stand, her panties still around her hips, making it difficult. “Hold your skirt above your waist.” He saw her pussy, her blonde bush cut into a triangle. Her black panties around her hips highlighted her nakedness all the more. “Turn and watch in the mirror."

  She felt so much more naked then she was. Her panties were holding her legs together as if they were a band around her legs, her own hands holding her skirt up to reveal her naked pussy for him. She felt his hands reach and touch her labia, peel back her lips, his fingers strong as her lips were spread wide. His fingers were gentle this time, sliding up and down the inside of her lips almost as if he was inspecting her. She tried to spread her legs wider, her panties preventing her, but not before his fingers found her vagina, one finger slowly sinking inside her. “Mmm,” she moaned, her hips beginning to move back and forth in a gentle fucking motion.
His other hand moved up to the top of her slit, Elise almost cumming when he pushed her clit hood back, trapped the hard bud between two fingers, pinching it lightly. “God, please hurry,” she begged.

  Her vagina was gripping his finger tightly, so tight, not sure how his cock would ever fit inside. His fingers were soaked. He began to fuck her with his finger, in and out, his other fingers tapping her clit.

  She didn't think she would be able to stand, her legs felt as if they would collapse as her orgasm overcame her body. His fingers seemed to touch her everywhere. Her body shook and trembled, the orgasm washing over her. If it wasn't for his finger inside her, she was sure she would collapse as she came over and over again, his fingers relentless in the masturbation of her body. She finally opened her eyes, looking down as Miguel pulled his finger from her vagina, embarrassed to see how wet his hand was, her juices glistening in the light.

  Miguel stood up, his hands on Elise's shoulders. “On your knees. You can show me how well you learned to suck cock. This time you are going to have to swallow my cum."

  She knelt at his feet, not wanting to do what he required of her. The orgasm had taken a lot out of her sexually, but she knew he wouldn't be denied. He reached down, pulled her sweater up over her breasts and over her head, throwing it on the floor. His hands reached down, gripped her nipples and pinched them until she felt them harden.

  "Show me what you learned.” He looked down as she wet her lips, her tongue moved outside of her mouth, her body shifted forward as Miguel pulled out his cock, seeing Elise's eyes staring at it as it was released from the tight confines of his pants. He didn't have to wait long. Elise's mouth opened wide as her hands reached up and gripped the shaft of his cock. She moved forward, her mouth slowly engulfed his cock, and felt it jerk in her hands as she blew on it.

  She closed her lips on his cock, and her tongue lapped at the head of it. She felt it leak into her mouth, the salty, thick fluid bringing back the familiar unpleasant taste. She sucked it deeper, felt the throbbing vein along the shaft, then moved up until her tongue ran around the rim. She felt his hips move forward, shoving more of the hard cock into her mouth. “Ggggh,” she gagged as he shoved too far, hitting the back of her mouth.

  Miguel couldn't wait much longer, Elise had made his cock stay hard all night, and now it needed relief. His hands reached down to grip each side of her head, controlling her movements. His hips began to pump in and out of her mouth, her eyes opened wide in surprise as he pumped it deep into her mouth, pushing against her throat, each time Elise gagged and choked.

  He was no longer gentle, her mouth nothing but a pussy, his hands forced her back and forth onto his hard cock. Her hands were clenched into fists as he used her. The hard cock choked her as it pushed too deep into her mouth, attempting to move into the tight confines of her throat. She could only kneel submissively before him and suffer the brutal fucking of her mouth, waiting for when he would cum in her mouth, afraid of what would happen when he did. She didn't have to wait long. A loud moan from Miguel signaled he was ready. His hands tightened on her head, and his hips shoved forward, while his hard cock banged painfully against the back of her throat. She felt his cock explode in her mouth. It felt like gallons of hot, salty cum filling her mouth, her cheeks bulging as she tried to contain it all. She swallowed, almost choking as the thick fluid resisted before finally sliding down into her stomach. She choked and was rewarded with another load of cum, filling her mouth again. The hard cock throbbed, and spat more and more hot cum. Elise was unable to swallow fast enough, and cum dripped from the corner of her mouth.

  Miguel pumped his cock in and out of her mouth as he came, saw the look in her eyes as he flooded her with his cum, her mouth filled with cum for the first time. He finally finished, her tongue still ran over his head, coaxing the last of the cum from his balls. He pulled his cock out, her lips covered with a coating of his cum. She bent over, spitting onto the floor, choking, unable to swallow the large amount of cum dumped into her mouth. Miguel bent down, picking her up, her half naked body spent. He carried her into the bathroom, quickly stripping his clothes off, then stripping her naked. He pulled her into the shower, gently washing her body as she stood there and let him have his way with her, his hands now gentle. He toweled her off, the scent of sex no longer on her body.

  She felt him control her, washing her in the shower, toweling her off.

  "Leave a note for your mother. You can spend the night at my house.” It was not a request, but an order. Elise dressed, putting the short skirt and sweater back on again. She brushed her teeth, hoping to get rid of the taste of cum from her mouth. She left a note. “Going out today,” hoping her mother wouldn't read it until morning. “See you tonight. Having fun. Love Elise."

  They drove off, and Elise remained silent. Miguel cuddled her close to him, his hand wandered down to her breast, feeling her nipples harden to his touch. Elise was unable to control her own body. She knew Miguel wasn't finished with her, and was almost afraid of what he would do to her at his house, but she also felt the arousal between her legs again.

  CHAPTER 4

  Christina Goes Clubbing

  At first Christina felt as confidant as she always did, able to control the boys, making them do anything she wanted. They were so silly, falling all over themselves, eager to please her. As she sat in the bar, sipping a drink with them she looked around. The leader seemed to be Edmundo. He was handsome and from what she gathered, the son of a wealthy industrialist. He didn't live at the hotel. They just seemed to stake out a claim to the bar before going out for the night. Jade spoke to Christina as soon as she sat down. Her parents were also wealthy, even by American standards. Christina seemed a bit frumpy compared to her. She noticed Edmundo looking at her occasionally, then staring at Jade, smiling at her. It seemed the both of them had some connection, but Christina was not sure what it was. It didn't seem to be boyfriend/girlfriend though. The boys had paid her attention at the beginning, a novelty, an American. After a while though, it was only Jade who stayed with her, the others were back with the other girls. She began to feel a little inferior, her usual self-confidence diminishing.

  Jade could see it in Christina's eyes. She couldn't understand why she wasn't the center of attention. The American was too self-centered; maybe she needed to learn a few lessons. She had noticed her interest in Edmundo, but was not jealous, their relationship was more sexual then anything else. All Edmundo's relationships were only that. “You don't understand, do you?"

  "What,” not sure what Jade was talking about. Jade was so beautiful, she thought jealously. She dressed to show off her sexy body. She was intelligent and carried herself well, far better then Christina did.

  "Edmundo and the other boys are the cream of our society. Any girl would quickly spread her legs for Edmundo, many of them do. It takes a special girl to get him to even notice her,” Jade explained.

  "And you? Are you one of them?"

  Jade was insulted, but didn't show it. “No. Edmundo and I have a strange relationship. We are close, even sexually occasionally, but nothing more then that. And you, would you like to be one of them?"

  "He doesn't even notice me.” She glanced in his direction and noticed his interest in a lovely dark haired girl, her breasts hanging out her top, a flat stomach, long, tanned legs with a short skirt barely covering anything.

  "Would you like him to?” Jade waited for an answer, knowing what it would be. She could see it in her eyes. Christina saw it as a challenge, the arrogant American thinking she could easily win him over. “I could help you."

  "Could you?” Christina wasn't sure why she wanted Edmundo. Maybe it was the challenge. Maybe she was so bored, she was hoping for some excitement. She was sexually active; the thought of sleeping with Edmundo aroused her. Would it be different with him then American boys?

  "Yes, but are you willing to do what is necessary to attract him?"

  "It depends on what you mean. I'm not a virgin,” she shot back.r />
  "Edmundo loves girls that aren't afraid of their sexuality. Let's go up to my room and see if you we can find you something nicer to wear. We are about the same size."

  Christina looked down at what she was wearing; nothing even close to the outfits the other girls had on. She always thought she dressed well, but not compared to them. “Will they be here when we get back?"

  "We are going clubbing, to a place called the Prison. It used to be the police station, now it is converted to a club. Very unique, they even have jail cells in the basement. The music is fast and loud. I think you will like it. We'll meet them there."

  Christina thought for a minute, looking over at Edmundo, his hand now on the girl's leg, her legs slightly parted allowing his hand to rub between them, up and down her inner thighs as she smiled back at him. “Okay, I'm game to anything,” determined to get Edmundo notice her.

  "Good, I like that attitude.” She got up, grabbing Christina's hand, “Let's go."

  "We'll meet you at the Prison,” Jade shouted at Edmundo, both of them walking off without waiting or expecting a response.

  Edmundo watched as they walked off, seeing the gentle sway of the American. Maybe he would fuck her tonight, see if American girls were any better in bed. It would be interesting with Jade along with her. He moved back to the dark haired girl. Her lowcut blouse allowed his gaze to feast on her breasts, almost able to see her nipples. He let his fingers rub along the top of the girl's breasts, moved along the cleavage, the girl just smiled at him as he took liberties with her beautiful body, watching him as he touched her.

  * * * *

  Jade's room was magnificent, having never seen a hotel room that was so spacious and lavish. It was almost as if it was a house.

  "I stay here part of the time, the rest of the time at my parent's hacienda. It is a long way from the city, in the country with nothing to do. I love the city life much better and my parents indulge my whims. If you want to catch Edmundo's attention you are going to have to show off your body. Take off your clothes. Let me see what I have to work with.” Jade opened the door, to a large walk-in closet.