Natural Submission

by Carmen Hunter

  Minutes bled into hours in her mind as her muscles ached to release, and her lungs threatened to explode. And then it was over. The belt disappeared, and she collapsed against the floor, free to keel over. Soon after the door to the cage creaked open, his hand shooting forward to keep her in place. “Careful when you come out, we don’t want you getting hurt, do we?”

  “That would be a shame, wouldn’t it?” Poison seeped into Guy’s warm words when he entered the room. His eyes overflowed with malice as they swept over the scene in front of him. “What are you doing, Caton?”

  “I enjoy the company of a woman in my bed.” Ekene ground out, fire spitting from his gaze. “After paying so much for this bitch, I thought I’d be able to do what I want with her.”

  “I already told you before, proper training is key. And you don’t get proper when you coddle.” Guy snapped back, hands gripping his own hips so tight the knuckles were white.

  “Freshly fucked and almost strangled within an inch of her life doesn’t sound like coddling to me. It sounds like a fun fucking night teaching a woman her place, sure. But not fucking coddling.”

  “She has her own room.”

  “She sleeps. With. Me.” Each word Ekene punctuated with a step closer to Guy, until they’re nose to nose, Ekene glaring down at him. Their standoff continued for eons before Guy caved.

  “After tonight, she better know better than to try anything. If not, she can sleep in her room for the rest of her time here. And she won’t want that.” Cold silver eyes flicked to Rosamma, a scowl forming before her gaze could drop. “It’s next to my room.”

  Violent tremors started at the base of her spine and seeped into the rest of her body. Had Guy been speaking to her, Rosamma would’ve promised anything to stay as far away from him as possible. Instead, she remained silent and waited for Guy to leave before trying to crawl from her prison.

  She got about halfway out, body twisting in strange angles in her attempt to earn freedom. When Ekene turned to help, he let out something akin to a yelp and rushed to her side. “Careful, love.” He sighed, lifting her ankle and sliding it back through the bars. Next was her other leg, followed by a hand offering to guide her out of the small doors opening.

  When she tried to stand, Ekene clicked his tongue, warning her against the action. “If you break any of Guy’s rules, I’ll have to punish you.” She flinched at the admission, but stayed on her knees, gaze lowered. “Follow me.”

  They went to the bathroom where Ekene lifted Rosamma into his arms, before placing her in a tub large enough to fit them both. He didn’t jump in with her, instead focusing on the temperature of the water and the softness of the rag as he dragged it across her skin. In comfortable silence, she was cleaned, and for the first time in four days she believed part of her might not be defiled.

  Chapitre Dix-Sept

  The scent of bacon. Crisp, and crackling, the combination was so potent it drew Rosamma from her deep slumber. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, she woke with a feeling of peace and safety. It was only after being conscious for a few seconds that reality crashed her back to earth.

  When Rosamma slid from the bed, pain lit up her backside like she’d never felt before. A glimpse at her naked flesh confirmed Ekene’s rough treatment had garnered a few new bruises. More than shame or disgust, these marks made her feel embarrassed. Such wanton behavior wasn’t like her.

  For God’s sake, she thought using words like ‘wanton’ instead of whorish! Even thinking of the second word made her cringe. Clothes were a must. Except there was nothing to wear in this room. Collections of different-sized men’s clothes littered the drawers, likely to accommodate any of the men who went to the auction.

  Off to the side was a hamper, a few articles of fabric already crumpled inside. Rosamma grabbed the white shirt and recognized it as the same one Ekene wore last night. Without hesitation she buttoned it around her, marveling at the comfort swelling in her chest. It’d be better clean, but dirty was better than whatever was in those drawers.

  By following her nose, Rosamma found the traditional French kitchen. A smile tugged at her lips at the sight of Ekene in an apron making biscuits, gravy, and bacon. While in a kitchen suitable only for a mom and four hungry boys… if she put locks on her knives. “Because it’s not a manly meal without meat?” she teased, leaning across the kitchen island.

  Emerald eyes flicked up, playfulness reflecting behind the serious mask. “I’d splash you if this wasn’t burning oil.”

  “So what you’re saying is that you’re completely defenseless against me going to the sink and…” Her voice trailed off as she aimed a fake water gun at him and fired. The warmth of Ekene’s laughter was a thousand times better than Guy’s and it was genuine.

  “Not unless you’re that eager for another red ass.” He growled, snapping his teeth with a smirk as his gaze traveled languidly up her body. Many men had done the same to her, believing because she was a model they had a right to envision her without clothes on. But this wasn’t like that, and God help her, but she wanted Ekene to look at her like that.

  “It’s not red anymore.” She breathed, a blush rushing to her cheeks. A low growl tore from his throat as he moved the bacon to a cold burner.

  “Show me.”

  Rosamma squeaked, her eyes going wide as she shook her head. “No!”

  Deliberate in his actions, Ekene took a step forward, dark intent emanating from his soul and drenching her panties. “What the fuck did you just say?” That wasn’t his voice; his mouth didn’t even move.

  Guy. Rosamma’s blood ran cold as she fell to her knees, head down and submissive. The harsh squeak of rubber running on tile was her only warning before Guy yanked her head back by the hair.

  “What the fuck is happening in here?” he demanded, tossing her to the ground hard enough to knock the air from her lungs.

  “I leave for two minutes, and already your slave is walking around dressed while you make her breakfast. As she fucking tells you no?”

  “Everything would have been handled if you hadn’t intervened.” Desmond snapped back. Even to Rosamma the excuse sounded weak. Guy would have tossed the food out the window in his haste to beat her for such horrible behavior.

  “M-master may I speak?” she whimpered, clenching her hands at the silence that came from her question. Then, a whoosh of air as Ekene gave his permission.

  “I didn’t know about the clothing rule.” She whispered, shifting beneath the thin veil of armor covering her.

  “You knew about the rest.” Guy hissed, popping the buttons on her shirt as he tore it from her back. “No excuse for that, is there?”

  “The deal was I get to punish-” Ekene started to shout, only for Guy to out howl him.

  “The deal was to train, which you’re not doing! You think I didn’t watch you make her come, and scream for you last night? Who are you working for?” Time moved in slow motion as he drew the same gun from last night and aimed it at Rosamma’s head. “Since I already have your money, you better give me a good reason for your fishy fucking behavior.”

  She was frozen. Unable to move while Ekene stared dumbfounded at the man about to kill her. His eyes flicked to her when she released a loud whine, resolve hardening the glowing color into gems.

  “You want the truth, you fuck. I’m new to this all right! My brother was the one who got the flier and suggested that I might like the offer… considering it was the bitch my father made me ‘protect’.”

  “So what, you expect me to believe… that you’re a virgin to the industry?” Despite the disbelief in Guy’s voice, a glassiness his eyes existed that said he wanted to believe it. Needed that bit of superiority. “You popped your cherry the same night you popped hers.”

  The hyena laugh Guy released was the first real laugh Rosamma heard from him. It was twisted, and vile, and full of evil. But his gun lowered nonetheless. An air of danger encased the room as Guy stalked to where she fell and crouched next to h
er. “You’ve had it easy so far, girl. But now I know why, and we’re putting an end to it today.”

  “Don’t you dare, if you lay a fucking hand on her I swear-”

  “Calm down, tiger. You’ll be the one dishing out all the punishment. L already complained that you aren’t a sharer after he lost the auction.” Guy rose with a new purpose in his movements. “I’ve never trained another man in breaking a slave, guess we both get to try something new.”

  Rosamma’s gaze darted between the two men, neither of them bothering to meet her desperate look. Pain gripped her chest as Ekene jerked his head up and down in harsh, swift movements. Reluctance wasn’t rejection. “No!” she couldn’t help the shout. “Please don’t, not with Guy-”

  A boot caught her in the ribs, lifting her off the ground before she collapsed gasping on her undamaged side. “Lesson one. Any disobeying of the rules receives immediate punishment.” Guy told Ekene.

  “It sounds like she doesn’t even know all of them.” Ekene grit out, hands flexing in what seemed to be a desire to strangle someone. Rosamma knew it wasn’t her he wanted to hurt, but doubt was creeping in full force. What if he was lying to her, not Guy? She’d already thought that once before, and now he agreed to mentorship on how to abuse her.

  “The full list will be yours to dictate, but there are methods to stripping a human being to their bare bones.” Guy shrugged, taking on a mentoring tone of voice that made Rosamma want to vomit. “List all the ones you remember, slave.”

  She wanted to keep her lips sealed shut. To offer unwavering defiance - but she couldn’t. Not after seeing what a life like this could be like, full of consensual love and pain that made her wetter than any man or toy before. “I will ask before speaking. I will not look at Master or Sir. I will crawl in the presence of my betters. I will not wear clothing.” She spat the last one.

  “That’s four out of five.” Guy purred, moving around the kitchen before pulling a wooden spoon from a drawer. “What’s the last one?”

  Rosamma froze, her eyes darting between Guy’s feet and Ekene’s. If only she could see his face, she’d be able to tell if he was lying. Heart pounding, she forced herself back on topic. Four out of five, the fifth one was- “Y-you want me to say that?”

  “I want you to ask.”

  Crack! The wooden spoon bounced off her ass, making Rosamma howl. He smacked her rear end again. “You are truly insufferable, you do know that right?” He asked, sliding the head of the spoon along the curve of her ass before proceeding to roughly stimulate her sex.

  “Yes, sir.” She whispered, wrenching her hips up to avoid his touch. Sharp teeth dug into Rosamma’s lower lip as she crossed her ankles like a prim princess to deny Guy access. Air froze in her lungs, preparing to release a high pitched cry on the next strike. It didn’t come from his hand.

  In three steps Ekene was beside them, yanking the wooden tool from Guy’s hand. Without speaking he smacked her thighs until both were nice and red and sore. Eyes pinched shut, Rosamma resisted the urge to cry out in defeat. But the blows kept coming until her skin was hotter than the bacon. She lost with a loud whine; her legs falling open to reveal how shamefully wet she was.

  Ekene wasted no time smacking her cunt. He ensured to avoid the places close to her clit, hitting again and again until he could see her struggling to stand straight and not squeeze away the burn.

  Tears filled her eyes when broken sobs filled the room. “I’m sorry, Master!” Rosamma sobbed, her legs giving and forcing her to slump against the tile floor.

  “Ah ah ah ah. Who gave you permission to get down?” Guy demanded grabbing her by the hair and pulling her back up. “You’re going to get on that table and hold your legs open, understand?”

  Soft trilling sounds left Rosamma’s throat as she nodded, her legs wobbling in the attempt to regain balance. There was no kindness in the way Ekene grabbed her by the arm and shoved her to the rustic round table. “Please, mercy.” She pleaded, only to meet with another barrage on the back of her thighs and ass.

  With slow movements Rosamma climbed onto the table, spread her legs wide, and ground her hands flat on the table to keep holding her up.

  “Hush up and wait there.” Ekene growled, before walking from the room and leaving her alone with Guy.

  Up high on the table, even with her eyes downcast, Rosamma could see the ragged expansion of his chest. And the erection straining his pants. When he tried to come closer, she almost fell from the table.

  “Touch me and I’ll scream.” Rosamma threatened, forcing conviction into her voice.

  “That sounds like an invitation.” He purred, arm extending.

  “Ekene will be back any minute!” she cried, cowering from his touch. His approach halted, and she didn’t dare glance at the no doubt furious expression Guy would be wearing.

  The clack of finely tailored shoes announced Ekene’s return, and his successful search for something. Whatever he had Ekene held it behind his back, a surprise she didn’t want in the slightest. “You’re gonna spread your pussy open.”

  Her thighs squeezed shut as her eyes widened. The sting of her core and legs reminded her of what rejection would accomplish, weakening her resolve. With a mewl she spread her legs, then spread the moist flesh of her labia with a soft cry of embarrassment.

  “Keep it like that. Move and attain to the consequences.” He said, withdrawing a bamboo switch to deliver a hit right on her sensitive sex.

  Rosamma let out a small scream, her hand falling to the table to keep her upright. Before Ekene could reprimand her, she tried to slide her fingers back into place and spread her sex with small whimpers. After the abuse she’d already suffered, even her own gentle touch stung.

  As soon as her hand was back in place, Ekene brought the switch down on the sensitive underside of her thighs. Rosamma wriggled on the table, the legs scrapping against tile, as a loud cry left her lips. “You’re being so mean!” she wailed, doing something stupid and closing her legs again.

  “Bad girl.” Ekene growled, locking both of her ankles in one hand before he began swatting her rear end. Each individual strike blazed a path over the last, lifting her higher than the table, and depositing her on cloud nine.

  “Im sorry-” She slurred, her legs twitching in his grip. She was reaching oblivion - a plane of existence outside of pain that she’d never been to, but was something she somehow craved more than anything else in the world. “Please forgive me. I want to be your good girl-” He delivered one rough swat as the punishment for her speaking.

  “Legs open.” Ekene demanded, letting go of her ankles.

  Rosamma whined as her legs slid open and trembling fingers once again spread her poor pussy how he wanted. “Master-” She moaned, trying so hard to keep her weak muscles from collapsing. And the bastard did exactly what she knew he would, he brought the switch between her legs.

  A soft wheeze whooshed from her lungs, her chest falling to the tabletop. Rosamma dragged herself back up. “P-please Ekene, no more.” She mewled, “I-I can’t.”

  Two more rough hits landed the moment she opened her mouth. Her jaw went slack as something inside of her shattered. Nothing else existed except searing white pain, and the man delivering it. Her legs spread wider as she held her breath to silently, obediently, await her fate.

  Ekene leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on her shoulder, then he picked her up and sat on a chair with her straddling his lap. Molton brown eyes languidly rose to meet his pupils wide from the adrenaline high of her punishment. With a mewl, instinct drove her arms to slide around his shoulders. When he reached between their bodies and skimmed his fingers down to her core, she pressed their lips together in a hot, needy kiss.

  At the sting of his touch she whined as he pushed two digits inside, her body squeezing his fingers and dripping arousal on his lap. With a purr, she kissed a trail up his jaw to tug on Ekene’s ear. The feel of a hard cock straining against his pants made Rosamma moan, and he took the opportunity t
o slip his slick fingers against her tongue.

  “Take my cock out and ride it.” Ekene rasped, the digits of his hand twitching as her tongue played with them. It was his command that brought Rosamma back to reality. A quick glance in Guy’s direction stiffened her muscles to rock. It was almost too easy forgetting their captive audience wrapped up in each other the way they were.

  But she couldn’t. Rosamma couldn’t fuck Ekene while Guy got his rocks off. The sharp sting on her cheek from Ekene’s slap slammed her into a reality overflowing with pain. Compared to the other bruising damage done, his strike was a love tap. With a humiliated groan, she reached between their bodies and pulled the hard muscle from his trousers.

  His cock was thick and hard, ready for the eager cunt dripping its juices on his lap in anticipation. Ekene grasped her hips and sat her on his lap in one swift motion. The loud keening she released only made his grip tighten. God above it burned, but that additional bit of pain shoved its way into her pleasure center and she screamed.

  A flash of fire lit on a trail on her ass. “He said to ride, Slave.” Guy drawled, bored as can be watching them fuck.

  Or so he wanted them to think.

  Hatred spurred Rosamma into action and lifted her hips before dropping her back on Ekene’s cock once more. She imagined Guy’s face twisting into loathsome jealousy as another man touched what he couldn’t. Every slap of flesh she and Ekene mad gave satisfaction on two levels. Rosamma was rising to new heights as her nails dug into his shoulders and her body writhed atop his.

  Another spark of pain. “Rule number five.” Guy demanded.

  “Master may I come!?” She cried, folding to his hell bound request. Ekene took Rosamma by the back of the neck and forced her to gaze into his eyes.

  “Come.” He ordered, lifting his body to meet hers as his cock grew even harder inside of her. She gasped as the orgasm took her, shaking her to the core with unknown pleasure. Inside of her Ekene’s shaft twitched, releasing his load deep while a roar echoed throughout the kitchen.