Forced Submission (3 page)

His grip tightened and Mia felt the first spurt of real fear
rush through her bloodstream. Her heart began to pound. “Ellis. You’re hurting
me.”

“Am I? Do forgive me.”

He let her go with one hand, but kept a tight hold on her with
the other. She tried to twist back to see what he was doing. He was reaching
for something in his pocket. She saw the glint of metal but before she could
react, he grabbed both her wrists, jerking them roughly behind her back.

“Hey! Stop it! Let go! You’re hurting me!” A wave of panic
crashed over Mia, leaving her gasping and breathless. She felt cold metal
closing over her wrists. She jerked hard against the cuffs, but this only
resulted in them tightening painfully and cutting into her skin.

Her hands cuffed behind her, Ellis propelled Mia toward the
bed and threw her roughly down. “What’re you doing! Let me up! Let me go!” she
cried as she struggled to right herself. Ellis sat on the bed beside her and
pulled her roughly so her head was resting on his muscular thighs, her arms
caught painfully behind her. He clamped a heavy hand over her mouth and nose.

This couldn’t be real. This couldn’t be happening.

Mia struggled in the man’s grip, panic and terror giving her
strength, but Ellis was stronger, much stronger. He held her down with apparent
ease, his hand still covering her face. She couldn’t breathe. She was going to
die. How had this happened? After years of loss, loneliness and dead ends,
she’d thought her life had finally taken a good turn. It had seemed too good to
be true—and now she realized as her head began to swim from lack of air—it had
been.

Through the roaring in her ears, Mia realized Ellis was
speaking. She strained to make out the words, desperate for the chance to
breathe. “I’m going to let go of your mouth, Mia, but when I do, you need to
stay quiet. If you start to scream again, it won’t go well for you.
Understand?”

She tried to nod and apparently succeeded because suddenly
the hard, heavy hand was gone. Mia gasped like a fish out of water as she
sucked in the life-giving oxygen. Tears were streaming down her cheeks and her
heart was smacking like a hammer against her ribcage.

“Please,” she begged, still gasping. “What are you doing?
Why are you doing this? I don’t understand what’s happening.”

“Shh. I didn’t give you permission to speak, Mia.”

What the hell?

Ellis was leaning over her, his gaze intent. He was smiling,
but there was a cruel curve to his lips she hadn’t noticed before, and his eyes
were glinting like polished stone. Keeping one hand firmly on her arm, he
reached into his pocket and pulled out a key chain that held several keys of
varying sizes. He leaned over her, tugging at the cuffs as he inserted a key.
It was a relief when the tightly ratcheted cuffs were released, but the relief
was short lived as Ellis pushed her onto her back. He grabbed her left arm,
pulling it toward one of the bedposts at the head of the bed.

While she thrashed helplessly against him, he held her arm
and wrapped something tight around her wrist. Straining to see what he was
doing, she realized he’d bound her into a Velcro cuff that was attached to the
post. He grabbed her other wrist, pulling it toward the other post and
attaching it to a cuff that was secured there.

Mia began to scream as she jerked ineffectually against the
restraints, a rising wail of panic that she couldn’t have quelled even if she’d
wanted to. Ellis raised his hand as if to strike her. Instinctively Mia turned
her head, squeezing her eyes shut as she waited for the blow. “Don’t hit me,
don’t hit me,” she whimpered.

“Don’t give me cause,” he rejoined, his tone hard, but
mercifully he didn’t strike her. 

Mia felt the lift in the mattress as Ellis stood. She opened
her eyes in time to see him pull something from beneath the bed. She saw he was
holding rope, which he uncoiled and wound around her ankles one at a time as
she watched in helpless terror. He forced her legs wide apart and secured them
to the posts at the end of the bed.

“Please, Ellis. Please,” she tried again. “I don’t
understand what’s happening. You’re really scaring me. Please, please, please—”
Her words were cut off by the sudden, stinging blow of the back of his hand
against her mouth. Stunned by the shock and the pain, Mia hiccupped into
silence.

“That’s better.” Ellis sat again, his eyes boring into
Mia’s. “You really need to calm down. Have a little patience, and all will be
revealed. All you need to do right now is lie quiet and still while I inspect
my new property.”

Property
? What was he talking about? Did he mean
her
?

Help me, help me, help me, help me.

Mia didn’t know who she was asking, or if there was anyone
to hear her silent prayer, but the words continued to play in her head in a
desperate, pleading loop. She watched in horror as Ellis reached into his pants
pocket and withdrew a pocket knife.

Oh god, help me, help me, help me, help me…

He flicked the knife open and gripped the neck of her new
dress. Mia felt as if someone had removed the blood from her veins and replaced
it with ice water. She watched in silent terror as he pressed the point of the
knife through the flimsy fabric and drew it down until the dress fell in
tatters from her body.

She began to tremble violently as Ellis slid the edge of the
knife between her breasts. She was, she knew, going to die. But instead of
plunging the sharp blade into her pounding heart, Ellis pulled it upward,
neatly cutting her bra in two. Before she could process the fact she was still
alive, he slipped the blade beneath the elastic waist of her panties and ripped
them from her body.

Ellis’ eyes were moving in a slow, appraising sweep over her
body, adding a hot layer of shame over Mia’s terror. Though a part of her knew
this was crazy thinking given the fact she probably had only seconds to live,
she hated for anyone to see her naked, even her prospective killer.

But instead of ending it all, Ellis sat down beside her and
reached for her face. Mia flinched and cried out in anticipation of another
blow, but he only drew his thumb along her cheek and said softly, “Hey, stop
crying. It’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you, Mia. Not like this. As long as
you obey and do as you’re told, you’ll be okay, I promise.”

He spoke so kindly, as if comforting a child, which just
made Mia cry harder. Ellis continued to stroke her cheek, his touch light,
almost soothing. “Shh,” he urged again, placing his other hand on her chest.
“You need to stop crying now. Your heart is beating way too fast. Slow your
breathing. Calm down, Mia. You’re okay.”

When Mia could finally catch her breath she begged, “Please.
I don’t know what’s happening. What are you doing? Why are you doing this?”

Ellis gazed at her without answering. His hand moved from
her face, along her throat and then closed over one breast. His touch was
light, even sensual, if such a thing was possible in the circumstance. “You
have a beautiful body, Mia. It’s a shame you carry this extra weight. It
indicates a lack of self-worth. We’ll need to work on that.”

Mia felt her face heat with humiliation and she tried to
turn her head, but Ellis stopped her, catching her chin between his forefinger
and thumb. “Hey,” he said, his voice still gentle. “You don’t need to blush.
You belong to me now. I’m going to fix all your imperfections. I’m going to mold
you into the perfect woman.”

While Mia struggled to process this chilling pronouncement,
Ellis’ hands began to move over her body, stroking along her stomach and
gliding over her thighs. He cupped a palm over her pubic mound and shook his head,
his sensual lips drawing down in a frown. “I don’t like pubic hair on a woman.
It’s a way to hide, and I want nothing hidden. Every part of you belongs to me
now, Mia.” His fingers closed over her mound and he gripped a handful of curls,
tightening and tugging until she gasped with pain.

“That will be one of the first things we do—wax off all that
nasty hair. You will always be groomed for me. Each morning I’ll inspect you to
make sure you’re completely smooth.”

“Each morning…” Mia echoed, still struggling to process what
he was telling her, and failing.

His hand moved, the fingers slipping down between her legs.
He stroked her labia and Mia was powerless to resist him, her legs spread wide
and bound by the ankles to the bedposts, her wrists securely cuffed over her
head.

“Please,” she begged as she tried to squirm away from his
touch. “Don’t do this.”

“Don’t do what?” Ellis asked, his mouth quirking into a half
smile. He brought his fingers to his mouth and wet them, and then again placed
them between her legs. She felt the press of them at her entrance and she began
to whimper as he pushed them inside her.

“You’re not wet,” he informed her, “but I understand. You’re
frightened and this is all so new for you. I will teach you to move past that
fear, Mia. Resistance of any kind will be cause for swift and severe
punishment.”

“Punishment?” Mia repeated stupidly, fear stealing her
ability to reason or understand what was happening. She was caught in some kind
of horrible nightmare, except she wasn’t asleep and could see no way out.

Ellis nodded. “That’s correct. Punishment. To do less would
be to do a disservice to you as my slave and property. A slave needs to be
trained intensively and constantly if she is to learn what it is to serve a man
of my tastes and requirements. I will teach you to submit to the most grueling
of erotic torture, and to thank me for the privilege of suffering for your
Master. You will experience the searing cut of the cane, the stinging stroke of
the lash, the crash of the paddle and the hard palm of my hand against your
ass. You will learn what it is to be bound and gagged and locked tightly into
your cage, often without food or water as we work to reshape your body and
strengthen your will. Sometimes this will be as punishment for your
transgressions, but just as often it will be because it pleases me to make you
suffer.”

He lifted his hand and brought it down with a stinging smack
between her legs. Mia squealed in surprise and pain, trying and failing to
close her legs as he struck her a second and a third time.

Then he licked his fingers again and slid one of them into
her opening. He moved it in slow circles, making her jump suddenly as he
touched something inside that, in spite of her fear, sent a jolt of pleasure
through her body. He drew the finger slowly from inside her and ran a fingertip
lightly between her labia, swirling it in a teasing circle around her clit.

Her mind was still struggling to cope and process what was
happening but, in spite of her fear and exhaustion, Mia couldn’t deny the
sudden rush of pleasure as Ellis moved his fingers in slow, light circles
around and over her clit. At least he wasn’t hurting her—for the moment anyway.
She closed her eyes and blew out a breath, desperately trying to fight the response
he was pulling from her against her will.

Ellis continued to talk as he stroked her. “I will train you
to orgasm a dozen different ways, including being fucked by a huge phallus
until your cunt is swollen and sore, to coming just from a puff of my breath on
your clit. It will be part of your duties to come on command, and by the same
token I will deny your orgasms when it suits me. In fact, orgasm denial can be
a very effective training tool, as you will discover. You must never, ever come
without permission.”

Ellis was silent for several minutes as he focused his
attentions on her spread sex. Though she wanted to resist him, she found she
couldn’t. He continued to rub her clit, his fingers working a strange,
relentless magic on her body. Mia found herself biting her lip to keep from
groaning. No one had ever touched her quite like this—the pressure and tension
perfect, as if he knew her body from the inside out, and just how to touch it
to give her maximum pleasure. A shudder of pleasure moved through her and in
spite of herself, Mia began to pant.

Ellis began to speak again and Mia had to struggle to focus
on his words. “You see, my dear girl,” he continued, “I have indeed hired you,
but not to be my administrative assistant. I should apologize for misleading
you, but it couldn’t be helped. You should feel honored, really. I interviewed
twenty-two other prospective slave girls before I settled on you. You have been
chosen, Mia Roberts, to be my sex slave, my personal property.”

He slid a second finger into her wetness—yes, she realized
she was indeed wet, in spite of the fear, in spite of the rope, in spite of the
fact she might well be dead before the night was over. What was wrong with her!

“One day,” Ellis murmured, leaning so close she could smell
his cologne, “I will claim you as my lover. That is, if I deem you worthy. But
until that day, you will serve me in every possible way. No act will be too
debasing or too humbling for my slave girl. I will test you, mold you, train
you, beat you, reward you and punish you.”

“Oh,” Mia moaned, at once furious with her body for
betraying her with this madman, and unable to help herself as the pleasure
mounted.

“Yes,” Ellis urged, his voice throaty and encouraging. His
fingers still buried in her sex, he leaned over her and placed his mouth on
hers. Instinctively she tried to turn her head away but he placed a hand over
her throat, his fingers tightening beneath her jaw to keep her still. Mia
squeaked in terror, her impending orgasm receding. His hand still on her
throat, Ellis began to kiss her, tenderly at first, and then with more urgency,
forcing his tongue past her lips.

He kissed her as a lover would, his touch slow and lingering
in terrifying juxtaposition to the hand still gripping her throat. At the same
time, he worked her pussy until Mia became overwhelmed with sensation—fear,
desire, pleasure, need, terror, anger, lust—it all blended, stoking the fires
inside her until the volcano of her orgasm erupted in a gush of liquid heat.