Taught to Submit: A Novel of Escape into Slavery

by Powerone

  "Much better, Christina. There are other people in the house, my servants, my son, Jade. They all know you're here. All expect you to scream as you did. No one will come to your rescue.” He smiled down at her, his cock throbbing in his pants at the sight of her half naked body.

  "Who are you? What do you want?” She had so many questions, almost afraid of the answers. She looked down, her feet pushing out each side of the mattress, her crotch aching. She tried to put her legs together to relieve some of the pain in her crotch, again feeling the tug of leather holding her secure. She heard the familiar clanging of wood when she tugged her legs, and realized they were spread just like her arms, only wider.

  He watched her eyes as he lit up a cigarette, the first puff blowing the sweet smell over to her. It suddenly dawned on her, her eyes lighting up.

  "Last night, that was you watching me?” She remembered the sweet smell of his cigarette.

  "Yes and that was me who ate your sweet little pussy and drank your juices as you came on my tongue.” He saw her turn red, embarrassed at the thought of him between her thighs, his tongue lashing out at her pussy, forcing her to cum.

  She didn't say anything, humiliated at what he had forced her to do. “You still didn't answer me. Who are you?"

  "Why, I am Edmundo's father, Cirilo. And I am the one who taught Jade all about sex and submission.” He waited, expecting the next question, Christina quiet for once. She stared at him. She was afraid of the next question, afraid of the answer.

  She could only tremble in expectation as he stood over her. Jade had talked of an older man who had taught her so much. How he had taken her, forcing her to experience the darker side of sex, the perverted side that few had ever experienced. The fine line between pleasure and pain. She looked up at him. He was about mid-forties, early fifties. His hair was black and wavy. He had a small mustache which she had experienced last night, feeling it tickle her tender inner thighs. His face was rough looking, a five o'clock shadow still showing. He was handsome for an older man, average build, not fat, not muscled. He wasn't someone she would have thought of as having sex with, never mind letting him bind her. But here she was, tied spread eagle to a bed, a thin sheet and panties the only thing between them. Screaming didn't work. In a strange land, with strange laws, she wasn't sure she could prosecute him for rape if she wanted to. The wealthy seemed to have the law in their favor.

  She seemed to have already reconciled to her submission to him, not saying a word, staring at him with those beautiful green eyes. “You are a lovely girl, Christina. I enjoyed the glimpse of your naked body in the darkness, even better your taste, but I would like to see it in the light. You don't mind, do you?” He asked the question in jest, the bondage the only answer he needed.

  She watched as his hands moved toward her breasts, the sheet barely covering much of anything. Her nipples seemed to have hardened since she woke. She could see them poking out the thin sheet, his eyes feasting on the sight. She closed her eyes and shivered when his fingers lightly traced over the naked skin of her bosom, his touch so light tiny goose bumps appeared on her body. She tugged on the cuffs holding her wrists, reminding herself she was bound and couldn't do anything to stop him. His fingers slid down into her cleavage, moving up and down.

  He enjoyed her satiny skin, tanned, no sign of lines, imagining her lying on her back, her breasts exposed to the sun. He let his fingers move lower, touching the edge of the sheet, pushing it down as he moved back and forth, his fingers only inches from the hard nipples. He grabbed the sheet in two hands, keeping it against her skin. He began to move it up and down, first exposing her nipple, the sheet rubbing over the hard tip, down lower before moving it back over the bud, sure that it had grown in size. Even the soft sheet managed to stimulate her nipples. He was eager to find out how they would react to his fingertips, not only soft, but also harsh, sure she would enjoy both. He would make sure of that.

  She arched her back when the sheet ran over her nipple. God that felt good, she pushed her tit out, hoping his hand would grip it. How she wanted to be touched. She opened her eyes, to find him staring at her chest as he lowered the sheet to her waist, folding it over neatly, her body naked from the waist up. She looked down at herself, her breasts forced out prominently, her back barely touching the mattress, as she stayed arched for him. Was she really trying to please him or herself, her mind confused?

  He saw her body tremble when he moved his palms along her stomach, feeling her muscles tense up as he moved upward. He quickly found her naked breasts in his hands, cupping them gently, his fingers encircling them. He heard the breath squeezed from her mouth as he gripped them tighter, compressing the vibrant flesh in his hands. They felt so good, so firm, his fingers gripping them tighter making indents in her almost perfect skin. He pulled them up, compressing the blood to the tips, seeing the nipples swell. He looked at her, her eyes staring at him as she surrendered to his hands. He moved his head down toward her breasts, feeling her arch her back higher, shoving her nipples into his open mouth.

  She thought she would cum when his lips lightly grazed over her areola and latched onto her nipple. He sucked the tip into his mouth, his tongue lapping over it, as a cat would do to a saucer of milk. His tongue felt so rough, her nipple so tender as he drew it deeper into his mouth, elongating the rubbery tip. His other hand latched onto the other one. Two fingers gripped it right below the nipple and squeezing. It felt like all her blood was rushing into the tip, ready to explode momentarily.

  He knew if he touched her pussy she would cum. He played with her breasts, moving his lips from one nipple to the other, both of them always fondled by either his fingers or mouth. She moaned softly, trying to hide her desires, but the banging of the wooden spreader bars as she squirmed on the bed gave her arousal away. “Are you enjoying yourself, Christina? Would you like me to masturbate you, make you cum again?” He gripped both her nipples when she didn't answer, pulling on the tips as he increased the pressure of his fingertips. He saw her mouth clench in pain as the pink nipples were stretched over two inches. Her back arched higher, this time in pain, not pleasure. “Answer me, or I will rip them from your body?"

  She moaned in pain, her body bowing as she tried to decrease the terrible stretching of her tender nipples. “No,” she lied. He pulled harder, his fingers pinching tighter. Even though it hurt, it felt good. “Yes,” she finally blurted out. She had no choice.

  "Good girl. But I did enjoy that. It makes my cock hard to hear your yelp of pain. I enjoy your fighting. It makes the punishment much more enjoyable for me. You will soon learn that I will punish you, not only because you disobeyed, but because I enjoy it. You are here to pleasure me with your body in any manner I choose.” His hands moved down to the task at hand, stripping the sheet from her body. He couldn't wait much longer to see her spread for him, even with her panties on, that would add to the mystery. First he would masturbate her and make her cum. He would do it with her panties on. Then he would finish stripping her naked. Afterward, it would be time for her to service his lust, her mouth would be first.

  She tugged on the spreader bars again, a further reminder to herself that she didn't have any choice in this matter. She was helpless, and forced to submit to him. She saw him looking between her legs. The spreader bar kept her thighs spread obscenely. Her panties were pulled tightly over her mound. His hand touched the inside of her thigh, his large palm able to grip her leg, his fingers pushing in on the taut flesh. His other hand gripped the other, both of them pushing outward, making her bow her legs out, sure that her panty crotch was barely able to cover her sex.

  "I like that, Christina, I like a girl with her legs spread so wide for me.” He pushed out harder, knowing with her ankles bound in the spreader bars she could only bow her knees out, her crotch splitting wider. He could see the edges of her mound, her panties barely covering her slit. He let his hands slide up higher until his thumbs almost touched her sex. He dug his thumbs into the tender area where h
er legs met her torso, feeling her squirm as he increased the pressure. Her ass moved back and forth under his thumbs as if she was fucking him. “I like the way you move, Christina. Soon you will fuck me with that hot tight pussy. I want you to move your hips that way for me when you do."

  She couldn't help herself, the fingers dug into her tender joint, making her buck her hips back and forth, the spread of her legs, the splitting of her crotch all merging in the same spot—her sex. He seemed to know exactly what buttons to push to make her do his bidding.

  He moved his hands up to her mound, seeing the tight panties already pushing into her slit. Her mound was high, her lips underneath her panties puffy. A small bump of pubic hair pushed out the top of her panties. He was eager to see her shaved bush, hoping she was a natural blonde. He let his fingers lightly glaze over her mound, feeling her body shudder when he touched her bush, knowing he was stimulating the ends of the hairs with his touch. He moved two fingers down lower, spreading them apart to run on both sides of her lips. As he moved them downward, he began to move his fingers together, her lips pushed out and trapped between them as he did. He squeezed tighter, trapping the puffy lips between them, pinching them tightly in his powerful fingers. He used his other hand to do the same thing; sure that no one had ever handled her pussy so harshly. She would soon learn her place. He tugged on her lips, pulling them out. He released them, one large hand gripping her sex tightly in his powerful grasp. He felt her hips rise up from the bed as she did. “Yes, up you go, Christina,” making her raise her sex into the air as if she were offering her pussy to him. His other hand reached under to grip her ass, squeezing her taut cheeks, pushing her higher.

  She couldn't believe how high her sex was raised, his hands forcing her into the provocative position. One gripping her sex, the other her ass. She looked up at the ceiling, and realized for the first time a mirror was above the bed. She felt ashamed when she saw the position she was in, the liberties his hands were taking with her body. “Eh,” she exclaimed as one of his fingers slid between her cheeks, sliding along the crack, feeling his finger nestled against her anus. She felt his heartbeat in his fingertip pounding against her anus. She felt his finger press deeper, making her ass rise higher to escape the finger, her asshole still sore from last night's sodomy. She finally reached the end of the spreader bars, her body no longer able to rise any higher. His finger was free to put pressure against her sore hole, her panties were the only thing that kept him from entering her backside. She felt the finger tap against her anus, making her hips dance to the beat, up and down as if she were trying to fuck the finger instead of escape it.

  "Edmundo enjoyed your virgin asshole. While I wouldn't be so lucky, I'm sure it will be just as hot and tight when I do. And I will teach you how to tighten your muscles to pleasure my cock.” He let his hand slip from under her ass. “Put your ass back on the bed,” he ordered her, seeing the relief in her face as her body was able to relax. “Now look at the ceiling mirrors and watch as I masturbate you."

  She felt his fingers begin to run up and down her slit, pushing aside her lips as one fat finger slid between them, pushing her panties into the moist slit. His fingers found her juices as her panties began to get wet. She didn't care any longer, she had to cum. She stared at the reflection of her spread, bound body, watched his fingers enjoying liberties with her pussy that few had been so lucky to have. This time it was he who decided, not her. She watched in the mirror as one hand slid inside her panties. Her abs tightened as she watched the mirror, as if it were happening to someone else. “Oh God,” she moaned as his finger touched her naked pussy, pushing aside her lips to slide along her wet inner lips.

  He let his fingers touch her inner lips so intimately, inspecting every inch of her pink insides, up and down her slit, feeling her juices flowing freely. Her hips were doing a dance for him as she humped up and down on his masturbating finger. He knew she wouldn't last long. The first time was always the easiest. Their complete surrender to the bondage left them so highly aroused they came with little encouragement of his fingers. He slid his finger around her hole, rimming her vagina with his fingertip before he let it slip inside her up to the first knuckle. Her body rose to allow him complete access to her hot, tight pussy.

  "Yes, make me cum,” she begged as she felt his finger fill her vagina, bending inside her, stretching her out to accept him. She pushed up with her ass again, encasing his finger with her hot insides, taking him deeper, wishing it was a cock instead of a finger, but she knew it was only the beginning. He intended to use her body in every imaginable way, even in ways she couldn't imagine. Her body jerked up, his palm rubbing against her clit. She humped his hand like a dog in heat, pumping up and down, wanting only the stimulation of his hand on her sex. She saw her reflection in the mirror, his smile as he forced her to masturbate on his hand and finger. Her hips moved up and down in a simulated fuck. That was all she needed. Her pussy gripped his finger tight, and the resulting orgasm shook her body as she pressed her clit harder into his hand. “Yeees,” she screamed in lust, her pussy rippling along his finger as she came, drenching his finger as he began to fuck it in and out, in rhythm with her hips, making her come again. He wished she could wrap her legs around him and squeeze him. Even as she came down from the orgasm, his finger continued to gently move in and out of her pussy, her juices making it slide effortlessly.

  "You cum so nicely, Christina. Just like last night.” He pulled his finger from her pussy and out of her panties. He put the wet finger in front of her face, rubbing it along her lips. “And such a sweet taste.” He put his finger in between her lips, sticking it in her mouth. “Use your tongue to clean it. Taste your juices.” He felt her tongue swirl over his finger.

  It tasted good. Her cum. It seemed so perverted that she had to suck her own juices, to clean it from his fingers. Yet it was so arousing to be treated as if she were a whore. He pulled his finger from her mouth.

  "Now to use your mouth for something better. It is time for you to please me orally. Edmundo said you need some lessons. I will show you how to pleasure a cock with your mouth and throat.” He began to undress, slowly stripping off his clothes, staring at Christina as he did. When he got to his pants, she turned her head away. “Turn this way, Christina. Look at the cock that is going to fill your body today.” He opened his pants, and slowly slid down the zipper. He pushed his pants down his legs, kicking them to the side. He let his hand move to the front of his shorts, stroking his cock.

  She stared at his cock. It was bigger than Edmundo's. His hand stroked it, making it harder, the head almost pushing out the top of his shorts. She could make out the shape of the head as his hands ran up and down the shaft, molding his shorts over the thick cock. How was she going to take it inside her? First her mouth and he talked of forcing it into her throat. Edmundo had done that briefly, making her take it in her throat until he pulled out, eager to sodomize her instead. It had made her choke and gag as it pushed into her throat. She was sure he wouldn't stop so quickly. “It's too big for my mouth,” she protested.

  He stroked his hard cock, watching Christina's eyes glued to his hand as he slid it up and down the thick shaft. “I will teach you how to please a man with your mouth,” he repeated. He moved toward the bed, his hard cock jutting out in front, bouncing as he walked.

  She stared at it, a pair of heavy balls hanging below the hard cock. He might be older, but his body was in good shape, Christina was embarrassed to admit it. Not that she had much choice, pulling on the spreader bar holding her hands high over her head, the bar noisily banging against the headboard. She licked her lips, her mouth dry, suddenly realizing how it must look to him, almost as if she was salivating to take his cock into her mouth. He climbed onto the bed, moving up toward her head. He placed one knee over her head, Christina staring up between his legs before he finally settled down on her upper chest, his knees straddling her, his cock only inches from her face. She turned her head to the side.

 
; Cirilo looked down at her, her eyes wide and innocent, her lips moist. He let his hand move under her chin, turning her back toward him, toward his cock. “Don't be shy, Christina. I have this nice big cock for you,” his hand stroking his cock again.

  She couldn't believe it, but it looked like it was getting bigger, or was it her imagination? She could see the tip of it, wet already. His hand pumped slowly up and down the shaft, while tiny drops leaked from the tip. While she had cocks in her mouth, no one had ever cum in her mouth. No one had ever forced her to swallow their cum. Both propositions seemed assured now. Christina was sure Cirilo wouldn't let her escape either. She felt him rubbing the tip over her face, Christina feeling the rubbery flesh sliding along her lips, feeling it leave a trail of moisture. She was afraid to lick her lips, sure her mouth would quickly fill with the salty taste of his precum. It almost felt like it was burning, the hot fluid sticking to her silky skin. He rubbed the shaft all over her face, his hands holding her face securely as he had his way with her. She kept her lips clenched tight, knowing he would shove it inside once he breached her lips. He moved forward, and Christina closed her eyes as he moved up higher, rubbing his hairy balls over her mouth and nose, feeling the wrinkled skin, the heavy balls lying beneath them slowly dragged across her face. It was humiliating to be used in such a manner, but she was unable to do anything, even make any noises. She was afraid if she opened her mouth he would quickly plug it with his cock.

  It felt so good, the soft silky skin of Christina rubbing against his cock. He let his heavy balls rub back and forth across her face, eager to make her suck them into her mouth. He moved a little more forward, his asshole over her face, pressing down on her. He felt her mumbled protest. His thighs gripped her head tightly in place as he pressed his asshole down onto her lips. He waited. He didn't have to wait long, his body almost cutting off all of her air, she began to struggle, feeling her lips fluttering on his asshole as she sought to breath. “Stick your tongue out and I will move up a bit and let you breathe. I want you to lick my asshole.” He waited.