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CLAIMED

c. J. Jackson 2016

A Forced Submission Romance

This story contains adult situations intended for mature readers.  All characters are ages 18+.  It also contains forced submission themes that may be troubling to some.  Please do not read if you are disturbed by such content. 

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When Sandy goes to Scotland, she hardly expects to be waylaid by a team of handsome men.  Things get hot and heavy very fast.  The men awaken desires in Sandy she never knew she had, and she finds herself unleashed, giving in to her deepest wants.

Will Sandy refuse to admit her desires? Or will she end up a toy for the most powerful businessmen in the region?

Don’t miss this hot new tale from J. Jackson.

Table of Contents

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 1

S
andy looked about the apartment as she entered. “Nice,” she whispered to herself. It still amazed her. Laying her keys aside her purse, she hit play on her answering-machine. “Alexandra? It’s Brand. Can I see you tomorrow? 2:30 at the condo? Let me know if this is okay. Thanks.”

“2:30 will be just fine, my dear Mr. Brand,” she purred, smiling and, reaching for her Palm Pilot, as she glided gracefully to the couch. The grace – the seductive charm – it was all part of her now; even when she was alone. Tapping in the details of her appointment, she sighed. Her purse held the bounty of her profession, to be further enriched tomorrow. She had just left one of her regulars – a generous, older gentleman – five hundred dollars richer. Brand was good for that again. She gazed out over the city from her thirtieth floor vantage. Her apartment – the spoils of her fate’s remarkable revision – was large, modern, elegantly appointed – though, just tastefully short of ostentatious – and, most importantly, it was completely hers. She went over, once again, how it had happened – the strange, unexpected, indeed, unanticipated turn her life had taken five years earlier, to end up here. She smiled, recollecting, fondly now, how it all started.

It was clear and vivid. She remembered trying hard to maintain her composure. “Jesus,” she’d sworn to herself, looking around once more, “the whole friggin’ team!”

“Aye, Lass.” A large hand had clasped her shoulder, giving what she figured was supposed to be a meaningful squeeze. “Relax. Have another drink.” She had trembled so violently at his touch he must have felt it, for he moved in front of her – right in her face – and added, with a kind of dopey grin, “There’s nothing to be scared of.”

“Nothing to be scared of?” She shrieked silently. “Are you fucking crazy?” But she just looked at him blankly – steadying her breath, trying hard to calm herself. Fear – she mustn’t show her fear. Looking furtively about once again; panning past all the leering, lusting gazes, she pumped herself with self-talk. “Don’t they realize this is wrong?” The room had got quiet – or so it felt. They were watching her. “Of course they do. They can’t really expect me to....” She couldn’t bring herself to think it, not even the euphemisms, but her mind, running in overdrive, whispered tauntingly, “...lay for them? Spread my legs? Fuck them all?” Gradually it all seemed to grind to a halt. Everything froze – including her.

Sandy had left college in Ontario right after spring term. She had saved diligently for this. It was her walkabout. Although she had originally planned the trip with a girlfriend, her friend backed out at the last minute. Sandy had decided to go anyway. Traveling alone was not, perhaps, ideal, but she had a few relatives in Britain, and would take escorted tours. She was confident that she’d be all right.

Her stay in Southhampton had only confirmed that. She had stayed with her mom’s cousin for three days and had been very well taken care of. From there, she had located a second-cousin-once-removed who lived in Scotland. He was about her age, and was effusive in his welcome. He and his wife, who got on the other phone, had insisted that Sandy come up and visit. So arrangements were made and before she knew it, she was disembarking after an incredibly picturesque ride up the centre of England, at the bus depot somewhere in central Scotland.

“You must be Sandy.” A pretty woman – maybe late-twenties or thirty-ish – dressed in designer jeans and a tight, fashionable woolen sweater approached, looking her up and down appraisingly. “Welcome.” The warmth and apparent sincerity Sandy felt in the unexpected hug from this stranger surprised her. “I’m Lindsay, Alex’s wife. Come on,” she said, taking Sandy’s bag in one hand and holding her arm with the other, “I’ll take you out to the farm – such as it is.”

Sandy’s head was spinning, as she settled into the left-hand seat of the car and let the lilting chatter of her hostess wash over her as they wound their way through labyrinthine country paths. She was surprised at how comfortable she felt with this woman, a veritable stranger, as they drove deep into the countryside, to an isolated, rambling old farmhouse out on the moor.

Once there, Lindsay showed her to a small bed in a tiny spare room. “Get yourself freshened up, Luv, while I put on a spot of tea. Alex’s out with his rugger team, but I expect they’ll – he’ll be back in just a bit.”

Sandy had a little time to get settled, and the tea Lindsay brought her was rejuvenating. As she was changing her top, after a quick and welcome wash in the sink, the sound of vehicles in the driveway presaged the return of the hordes. The explosion of voices stunned Sandy – shouts and cheers, songs being sung, all rising and moving rapidly closer. An apparition of apprehension swept across Sandy as she stood, poised at the door. Taking a deep breath, she squared her shoulders, pulled the handle and stepped into the gathering throng, assembling in the living room.

It turned out to be no big deal. Hardly anyone seemed to notice her at first. There were about twenty-five people milling about, tossing beer bottles from an ice-chest, still laughing and singing. The guys were obviously just showered, for they, every one, had wet slicked-back hair, shiny clean faces under glistening foreheads, and fresh clean jerseys. In the moments before Lindsay caught her by the elbow and swept her into the fray, Sandy noted that there were several young women on the arms the guys. “Girlfriends; or wives, I guess.”

“Alex! ALEX!” The jagged edge of Lindsay’s demanding shriek was softened by her lilting accent – and by the subtle hint of deep affection. All this Sandy took in as she watched the milling crowd in amazement. “Alex, get your scrawny ass over here, and meet your dear cousin.” While the crowd, for the most part, was staunchly ignoring her, a few people seemed to be stealing glances – their lips curling into tiny grins. And their eyes, if Sandy wasn’t mistaken, twinkling.

Then, out of the crowd came galumphing Alex. Sandy reached for the huge paw extended toward her as, still a step away, he bawled, “Wouldcha lookit you? Welcome, Cuz! Welcome!” His deep voice, so cuddly and warm; the broad smile slicing his round face, so... so... what? – loving, perhaps? Whatever, Sandy immediately felt at home. All the apprehension she had been carrying, seeped away. This was definitely family – Alex and Lindsay.

“Give the girl a beer, for God’s sake,” Lindsay chirped at her side, while Alex asked briefly about her trip. But the celebration surrounding them was insistent.

“We won the game,” Alex shrugged, nodding at the rest of the noisy team. “Not much of a contest, actually – if you know what I mean.” He smiled, looking at Lindsay, then shifting his attention back to Sandy. Laying a hand on her shoulder, an impish sparkle in his deep blue eyes, his gaze rested on her for a single pregnant moment. Although it was very warm and welcoming, Sandy felt herself trying, unsuccessfully, to decipher the sub-text. His huge hand, resting there a moment, was apparently oozing meaning as well, but it was not a language Sandy understood. Alex gave her shoulder a light squeeze as he surveyed the room. Turning back to her, he said, “Anyway, glad you’re here. Excuse me a mo’.” Sandy could hear him laugh as he threaded back into the crowd.

Lindsay pressed a beer bottle into Sandy’s hand and took her by the elbow, guiding her into the swarm. “I’ll introduce to some of the lads,” she whispered into Sandy’s ear, her warm breath, tickling, almost sensuous.

“Lindsay’s accent,” Sandy observed silently, a tingle of self-conscious embarrassment trickling into her core, “is almost seductive.” The thought surprised Sandy, as she was not at all sexually experienced, and had never,
ever
even thought of love with another woman, yet here she was, in the most unsuspecting of places, having naughty thoughts. “Shame on you!” she reprimanded herself.

“...and some of the ladies, as well,” Lindsay breathed as they moved through the crowd, knots of people parting before them like the seas before Moses. Everyone nodded and smiled. Those to whom she was introduced were effusive in their welcomes. Sandy could feel herself physically mellowing.

“What a strange situation to find myself in,” she observed, looking about, but knowing she meant her own feelings as much as the novel group she had been absorbed into. “Apprehension, tension, sensuality, warm acceptance..., it’s been an emotional rollercoaster already and I’ve just got here.” Unconsciously she let a coy smile curl around from her lips to her eyes.

“Listen, Pet,” Lindsay breathed, once again her whispered words sparkling in Sandy’s ear, “me ‘n the girls just gotta slip out for a few errands. You just stay and enjoy yourself. We’ll be back before you know it.” Sandy just nodded, feeling a powerful tranquility descending over her. There was definitely something in the air, she was only vaguely aware of it, but somehow it stayed just beyond her perception. She didn’t see the look of apprehension wash across Lindsay’s face, nor did she detect the tone of worry, masked as it was by the delightful accent. Only just aware of the smirking and snickering of the women as they left, Sandy barely gave it a thought. “Private joke,” she surmised, then returned her attention to the rest of the party. She felt happy – safe and comfortable.

Glancing about the room, a rather odd realization surfaced. “I’m the
only
female here,” she noted. Swept up on the rollercoaster, once more, Sandy’s emotions turned cold. She felt like stone, as she watched various eyes stealing glances her way. “Why would they
all
have gone – and not taken me? Why would they leave me alone – alone in this group of guys?” Then, observing more closely, scanning the room, subtly and mechanically, she came to an odd deduction “I do believe they’re waiting for something. What?”

Then the rollercoaster’s frightening descent was arrested by the smooth trough of the tracks, throwing her emotions gently skyward again. “Don’t be silly,” she chastised herself. “These are civilized people;” she surveyed the milling group, “in civilized times. There’s nothing to fear.” And, in saying that, she felt better, noting that now her overriding sense was, indeed, more flabbergast than fear. “How the hell did I manage to end up here?” Sandy shook her head slightly as she accepted another beer, her other one having vanished already. She smiled her thanks, oddly amused by the situation. “A lamb among the wolves,” she whispered to herself. She was intensely alert, but strangely dissociated. The babble and banter swirling about her did not seem to touch her. She listened and watched objectively, distantly. For a while she felt invisible – a ghost, observing the mortals, unseen.

“Hey there? Anybody home?” The fellow who’d given her a brew was trying to make conversation.

Sandy smiled. “Sorry,” she muttered, “Just...” just what she wasn’t sure.

“Welcome to earth,” he chided, before taking a long draught on his beer. “D’you make these trips often?”

Sandy wasn’t sure if he was still teasing her about her reverie or not, but she decided not to take the bait. “No, this is the first time I’ve ever traveled any distance.” He gazed at her with a benignly appreciative grin – pleased enough at just being able to chat her up. Lifting the bottle, she nodded, “Thanks,” silently thanking him for his non-threatening attention. A warm smile crept to her face. “It’s really very exciting.” Was there really some sort of understated menace here or was she just being paranoid? “Stop it!” she chided herself, in an effort to quell her swirling emotional miasma. “You’re letting your imagination run away with you.” Looking up and around, before returning her attention to her companion, Sandy could not, now, detect even the slightest menace. “It’s just their way,” she reassured herself. “They’re just being friendly – and curious.” Relaxing slightly, Sandy answered questions about travels so far. After a few moments, her companion politely excused himself, leaving her alone for a bit.

Looking around the room, she tried to locate her cousin. He was, after all, her only connection to this strange circumstance. Furthermore, he was family – even if they’d just met. Soon a subtle parade of men was stepping up to her to exchange a few pleasantries, before taking their leaves, only to be replaced by another. Sandy smiled. It was like being in an impromptu receiving line. Every once in a while someone would grasp her elbow, giving it a squeeze for emphasis. They were all so very nice, she wondered why she had felt so apprehensive, earlier. “Nothing threatening in this,” she assured herself, amazed that, still, somewhere in the back of her head, a warning flag had been raised.

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