Emma's Summer of Submission

by JJ Argus

  I gasped as I felt something rubbing against my wrinkled back opening. A finger or thumb! Then it pushed into me!

  “Oh! Don't!”

  Crack!

  “Slaves don't get to tell their mistresses what to do,” Teagan said.

  Crack!

  “They only get to obey!'

  “Oh! You guuuuys!” I moaned.

  Crack!

  “She thinks we're guys again,” Teagan said.” Crack! “Because she wants us to fuck her with a big cock.”

  Crack!

  “Ow!”

  “Don't you, slut? You want a big cock inside you, don't you?”

  Crack!

  Her finger, or thumb, was kind of pumping in and out of my ass even while the vibrator was buzzing away at my pussy. My body was starting to heat up again as wildly as it had before! I felt as if I was caught in a tight powerful wave of heat, my mind sweltering as my body trembled and throbbed.

  It felt so... obscenely outrageous to be positioned like this with them behind me! I was so naked! With them looking right at me from behind! It made me feel very degraded, for want of a better term. But that didn't detract from the heat I was feeling. Instead it just gave it a darker tone.

  I mean, I was tied up, helplessly! In a way it was like my fantasies about being taken prisoner by Conan! Except it was girls, of course. But I felt just as much their bitch as I would have been Conan's!

  And then I felt something thicker than a thumb pushing into my ass, twisting and turning, slippery but firm, round and thick. It slid in and back, in and back, in further and back, as if it was another dildo! I moaned and tried to look behind but there wasn't much I could see.

  “Beg me to fuck you, whore,” Teagan ordered, slapping my bottom.

  “Please fuck me, Mistress Teagan!” I gasped.

  “Beg me to fuck your ass, slut!”

  This was so deliciously nasty!

  “Please fuck my ass, Mistress Teagan!” I moaned.

  I gasped, my hips jerking as the dildo slid deeper. I was not really experienced at anal sex, but in this case, it seemed... appropriate.

  I was feeling really strange about this. See, when I have sex with guys it's always important to me to like, show my expertise, and to keep my dignity, and to seem both romantic and sexy. And that meant that the two of us were like partners, equals.

  This was nothing remotely like that. And yet some dark part of my mind was wallowing in being their bitch, int being their helpless prisoner, and having them treat me like their... sex slave! There was something breathlessly hot and wicked and thrilling about that idea! So being degraded just played into that and made it even hotter!

  “What a whore you are!”

  Crack!

  “Tell me you love cock, slut!”

  Crack!

  “Oh! I love cock, Mistress Teagan!” I gasped.

  Crack!

  “Beg me to fuck your ass!”

  Eeww, this was wild and sick!

  “Please fuck my ass, Mistress Teagan!” I gasped.

  I was going to come! The vibrator and all this weird shit, plus the dildo she was pushing into my ass, was going to make me come again!

  I felt as if I was burning up!

  Someone's hands slid up and down my slippery buttocks, then down my back. I gasped in pain as they gathered in my hair and jerked it back.

  “Nasty little slut!” Teagan growled.

  Crack!

  I gasped as the dildo pumped deeper.

  “Slave!”

  Crack!

  “Sex slave!”

  Crack!

  The dildo was pumping harder and deeper and I was gulping in air, trying to breathe, my scalp aching as she pulled on my hair. Then I realized that she had a hand in my hair and was slapping my bottom so how was she holding the dildo?

  I thought it might be Kenzie, but then Kenzie crawled around in front of me. She had duct tape in her hand, of all things. She tore off a strip and then taped it over my mouth! Teagan still had a hand in my hair and slapped my bottom as the dildo pumped in and out, so then I knew she must be wearing it somehow!

  And sure enough, as the dildo pushed even deeper, I felt her naked flesh pressed against my buttocks! The thought she was fucking me like a man, with a dildo that was likely strapped to her hips, filled me with a sense of dark, scalding heat!

  Then someone – Kenzie, began grinding the vibrator against me again, and I came, crying out, crying out louder and louder, screaming as my mind boiled in the liquid heat flooding through my body!

  “That's it!” Crack! “Come for your mistress, slut!” Crack! “Come while your mistress fucks your ass!”

  Crack!

  I was absolutely intoxicated by the heat and pleasure, my mind rolling and rolling as the pleasure screamed inside me! I trembled and shook, overwhelmed and overpowered, turned into a mindless animal reacting only to instincts!

  Teagan's hips slapped against my upraised buttocks again and again as she fucked my ass with her strap-on, and the vibrator ground against my clitoris even as the tip of it twisted around deep inside me!

  I was going insane and didn't care!

  Chapter Four

  I felt as if my bones had melted.

  I just knelt there, eyes glassy, moaning low in my throat, sucking in air through my nose, my hair a tangled mess around my face and head.

  The dildo and vibrator were still jammed deep inside me, though at least the vibrator was turned off. Teagan and Kenzie went and jumped into the pool to cool down.

  I groaned, my chin on the grass, arms stretched out before me. My wrists ached from pulling at the leather laces.

  The girls came back from the pool, naked and dripping wet, and picked up towels to dry off.

  “Why, look at this little blonde slut,” Teagan said. “She looks like she wants to be fucked some more.”

  “Well, she is a blonde,” Kenzie said. “You know what they're like.”

  “No wonder she's a sex slave,” Teagan said.

  “They never get enough sex!” Kenzie said. “Too bad you don't have a big dog.”

  They moved behind me and settled down. Then I felt the vibrator spring to life.

  I moaned helplessly. I was exhausted, my muscles aching from all the muscle spasms. I did not really want more sex.

  On the other hand, this obscene, perverted, wildly kinky little sex game they'd sprang on me was beyond hot. Nothing I'd ever done sexually even began to match this for the wild rush it brought me.

  The vibrator came completely out of my pussy, and fingers pushed into me instead, one, two, three, I guessed, rubbing and twisting. The vibrator, meanwhile, rubbed against my clitoris

  “The good thing about having a sex slave is you can do anything you want to her,” Teagan said.

  “Anything?” Kenzie said.

  “Anything at all. You can beat them, torture them, let your friends use their bodies.”

  “Hey, maybe I should invite Jimmy Simmons over to fuck her. I bet he'd love the sight of her like this.”

  “Maybe invite the whole football team,” Teagan said. “They could form a line and just mount her one after another after another, filling her with their big cocks and pouring their semen into her!”

  “Oooh, that sounds exciting. We could sit and watch, maybe invite some of our friends over to watch too!'

  I moaned weakly, the things they were saying outrageous and shocking, except I didn't think they meant them. They just meant to get a reaction out of me. It was working, though. Because as they talked about doing it I couldn't help imagining it!

  Imagine a line of guys coming to kneel behind me and fuck me! With me tied up and helpless and naked in this obscene position!

  Imagine a line of lawn chairs off to the side as a bunch of girls I knew watched, chatting and sneering at me as they sipped their drinks and watched me being gang-banged!

  Imagine how I'd feel, how low and helpless and … and... like a sex slave!

  I gasped and moa
ned at the fingers wiggling inside me. They were thick now, stretching me out even though the vibrator was pretty thick and had turned my insides into oozing heat.

  How many fingers did she have inside me!? It felt like more than three!

  I gasped and groaned as they plunged deep, twisting and turning, pulling back, then plunging deep again! Then someone started pumping the dildo in my ass too! I felt so incredibly full!

  “Emma is our little whore!”

  “She's our Sex slave!”

  “Emma is such a slut!”

  “She's our blonde bitch girl!”

  I shuddered and moaned, my pussy stretched wide, then wider, as the vibrator ground against my clitoris and the dildo jammed itself deep into my ass!

  “Look at her ass jerking and humping,” Teagan laughed. “This bitch loves big hard cocks inside her.”

  “Or big hard anythings.”

  “Or big hard fists!”

  Teagan leaned in along my side.

  “Kenzie is gonna fist you, slut! What do you think of that?”

  Fist? Fist! She didn't mean... she couldn't mean...!

  I moaned as I recognized the feel, now, of Kenzie's fingers against me, stretching and straining my opening. She'd already had four inside me, I was sure. So the only reason I could be aching so much was she was trying to fit all of them inside me! Her whole hand!

  I trembled and shook and pulled feebly against the boot laces, even as the vibrator ground against my clitoris and Kenzie's hand twisted and rotated, and then pushed slowly, remorselessly forward! I felt myself stretching wide, and then felt the pressure beginning to ease, even though her fingers were pushing forward, not back!

  Her fingers pushed deeper and deeper! And the strain against my opening eased further as her whole hand moved into me and the mouth of my sex closed around her slender wrist! I felt utterly astonished, awed, and partly horrified. But that was overshadowed by the dark sense of wonder!

  Her whole hand!?

  I felt her fingers wriggling around inside my abdomen! Then they slid slowly forward, deeper into my body! They twisted and rotated from side to side, and I trembled and shook, anxiety and fear mixing with a spiraling sense of incredible heat.

  I came again, crying out again and again as she pumped her hand slowly inside me! My hips bucked violently, jerking and shaking and jamming myself back against her! The orgasm almost knocked me unconscious, and left me dazed and limp as her hand continued to move inside me.

  She slowly gathered her fingers into her palm to form a fist, then pushed deeper. I moaned as the mouth of my sex stretched wider now, as her wrist moved into me and her forearm followed! Her fist began to move in and out, in and out, in and out as the vibrator ground against my clitoris.

  It seemed absolutely incredible to me that she had her entire fucking hand inside my body! My mind didn't know whether to find that scary or insanely hot! But the hard pressure stretching me out around her fist and wrist as it moved in and out soon began to fill my mind with intoxicating heat.

  Then the dildo began to fuck my ass again.

  I felt a small orgasm shake me, then another, then another. It was like a roller coaster ride where you rode up and down, again and again, only going to higher and higher points on the track. I was screaming before long, the orgasm endless, flaying my mind as Kenzie pumped her fist inside me.

  *

  My pussy was sore. I ached. It didn't feel like anything was damaged, though. Not that I could check. I had my wrists crossed and tied behind my back as I knelt on the ground next to them.

  Kenzie and Teagan were sitting at one of the tables drinking ice-water. They also had some grapes, which they were feeding to me, one at a time.

  I liked grapes, but it felt weird to be taking them from their fingers.

  I was too drained to fight, though.

  I had complained, along the lines of “You guys!” a few times, but gotten slapped on the bottom or had my nipples pinched. I had to call them 'Mistress Kenzie' and 'Mistress Teagan' or else!

  I still, though, despite all those monster orgasms, felt this dark thrumming sense of sexual pressure and arousal. I mean, I was naked and had my hands tied behind my back outside! How could I not feel a dark thrill!?

  Especially with them continuing their game of pretending I was their sex slave!?

  And licking food of their hands wasn't something that was designed to detract from that dark, nasty game either. Especially since they had both gotten dressed, leaving me naked on my knees.

  They were talking about college. Teagan was going to Browns. Kenzie was going to UCLA.

  “Of course, you won't be going to college, Slavegirl,” Teagan said, turning to me.

  “No, of course not,” Kenzie sniffed. “She'll learn how to strip and dance and we'll prostitute her body to make money.”

  “We can make a lot from her,” Teagan said. “But it would be an effort. Why don't we just sell her.”

  “There's an idea. I bet there are lots of rich men who would buy a blonde sex slave,” Kenzie said.

  “She'll need to be better trained first, of course,” Teagan said.

  “And she'll have to get lots of practice on men.”

  “Oh I'm sure that won't be a problem. We can find lots of men to fuck her.”

  Not that the idea wasn't kinky and hot, but I was starting to feel a little indignant too. I mean, I wasn't the obedient slave girl type. No matter how hot it was to think I was.

  “I'm going to Texas A&M,” I said.

  “Did the slave speak without being spoken to?” Teagan asked.

  “Yes, I think she did,” said Kenzie.

  “You two are perverts,” I said.

  “Now the slave is insulting us!”

  “We should punish her.”

  They leaned over and whispered together, and then got up. Teagan gripped my hair and I yelped, stumbling to my feet.

  “You guys!” I exclaimed.

  “She keeps saying that.”

  They led me across the lawn towards the shed. The shed was where Kenzie's father kept his riding mower and various other tools, bags of lawn fertilizer and stuff. They pushed the riding mower out and brought me in, then made me kneel on the floor.

  I wasn't sitting on my heels as I had been before, but kneeling upright, and I watched as Kenzie tied those bootlaces (a pair of which were around my wrists now) around my legs just below the knees, then tied them to rings in the floor.

  Teagan pulled on my bound wrists, which forced them up and forced me to bend over. Then she tied a rope around the laces binding my wrists, and fed it up overhead to a hook set in the low ceiling. Finally, Kenzie put duct tape over my mouth.

  They snickered and then stepped out of the shed, closing the door.

  As I mentioned, it was quite hot outside. The shed was made of steel. It was already hot when we came in. It got much hotter very quickly. It didn't take long before I was sweating. Then before I was sweating profusely!

  The heat was... draining. It sapped my energy, and I knelt there, moaning, my head staring at the floor, my hair spilling out around it. I couldn't straighten up, or stand up, or move, really. If I raised my wrists up higher I could bend over further, but what would be the point in that?

  I could actually see my sweat beading on my nose and chin, and dropping onto the floor. I could feel droplets of sweat slowly trickling down my body.

  After a while the door opened and Teagan came in. She smirked down at me.

  “Now, what I want to hear from you, is a very abject apology to your mistress, followed by begging to be allowed to lick my pussy. If I don't get it, then you will stay here.”

  She leaned over and peeled the duct tape back from my mouth.

  “Well?”

  “Let me goooo!” I moaned.

  She put the tape back and left.

  I moaned weakly.

  After a while she returned, and repeated her words before peeling the tape back.

  “I'm... sorry...
Mistress Teagan,” I moaned. “Please can I lick your pussy?”

  “That wasn't abject enough. I want to hear more desperation.”

  “Bitch,” I groaned.

  She sniffed and put the tape back. Then she squatted down with something in her hand. It was a plastic clothespin, and she opened the jaws, placed them over my nipple, and then let them close again.

  I squealed in sudden pain even as she took out another clothespin and snapped it around my other nipple.

  “Learn to be a more submissive slave girl,” she said, backing out and closing the door.

  My nipples were on fire! I trembled and shook but there was absolutely nothing I could do about the clothespins! Slowly, the sharpness of the pain faded into a dull, throbbing ache as I continued to bake in the heat.

  Teagan returned and peeled the tape off my mouth.

  “Let's try that abject apology again, along with begging to lick my pussy, slave.”

  “I'm soorry I was bad, Mistress Teagan!” I moaned. “Please may I lick your pussy!?”

  “You call that abject?”

  She had carried something into the shed, and now she raised it in her hand and hit me lightly on the forehead. She lifted my hair up and back and rubbed it over my face. It took me a few seconds to realize it was some kind of silicone dildo, a ridiculously long one. Then I realized it was a double-headed dildo.

  “Tell me you love cock, slut. Say it, whore.”

  “I-I love cock, Mistress Teagan!” I moaned.

  “Open your mouth wide, slave.”

  She shoved the dildo into my mouth.

  “Suck it. Suck that cock!”

  Moaning weakly, I did my best as she pumped it in and out. Then she jerked back further on my hair and shoved the dildo deep into my mouth – into my throat, in fact!

  There wasn't much I could do but stiffen and jerk and tremble as she pushed the dildo all the way down my throat, and then some! It was twenty inches long, and she fed almost the whole thing down my throat!

  She pulled it out again, and it felt so weird to have this long, long length of... cock sliding up my throat! Then it pulled free and I gasped and coughed and gulped in air.

  “Beg my forgiveness, slut.”

  She slapped my face to get my attention.

  “Beg!”