Forced Submission (8 page)

Ellis grinned. “I knew you’d say that. But I think I want to
fuck your ass first. Come on.” He reached for the leash still attached to the
chain around her neck and gave it a hard tug. “It’s time to pop your anal
cherry.”

~*~

It had been a long but satisfying day. Far from being tired,
Ellis felt invigorated, thrilled at the success so far of his little
experiment. It had been absurdly easy to cow the girl into obedience. He wasn’t
foolish enough to think she was actually submissive at this point, but he’d
seen definite glimmers of possibility, though it was only hours into her
captivity. Within a matter of months he was confident Mia Roberts would
basically cease to exist, replaced by a compliant and thoroughly obedient sex slave.

The day would come when he wouldn’t need to use force or
coercion to make her obey. He would train her so her entire world consisted of
pleasing him, her happiness completely dependent on his. He’d spent hours
researching the subject of slave training, and how to systematically break down
and rebuild a person with a program of constant torture, deprivation,
stimulation and reward.

But now he just wanted to have fun. His cock had been aching
all day and it was time for a little gratification. He led Mia through his
bedroom into the master bath. “You need to use the toilet before bed?” he
asked.

She looked so sexy, her faced streaked with mascara tears,
the chain tight around her throat, the fear ripe in her pretty blue eyes.
“Hurry,” he urged, impatient to feel the tight clench of her virgin ass around
his cock.

She moved in a daze toward the toilet, her eyes not quite
focused, it seemed to him. No matter. He didn’t want her mind right now. Her
body would do just fine. He watched as she peed, her face turned away, as if
she had anything left to hide. He permitted her to wash her hands and face and
then grabbed her leash, giving it a sharp tug.

He pulled her into the bedroom and pushed her to the carpet.
He removed the choke collar from around her neck and pointed to the cage.
“Crawl in. Head first.”

“Oh, no, please, no. Not the cage, please, Sir. I don’t like
confined—”

He cut off her insolent words with a sharp smack across her
mouth. “There’s that word again!” he shouted. “
No
does not exist for
you, Mia. Get that through your thick head.” He pointed again to the cage as
the girl whimpered and sniffled. He gave the leash a savage downward tug.

She fell to her knees and, with one last beseeching gaze of
her big blue eyes, she crawled forward into the cage. Ellis crouched beside
her, reaching through the bars to clip her ankle cuffs on either side. “Put
your hands on either side of you, right up against the bars,” he ordered, his
cock throbbing in his shorts. He grabbed her wrist cuff clips and secured them
to the bars as well. Her ass was just waiting for him, nicely welted from the
recent whipping, the little pucker between her cheeks still glistening from the
lube he’d so generously smeared over the butt plug.

Eagerly, Ellis tugged down his shorts and kicked them aside.
He reached into his night table drawer and pulled out a tube of KY Jelly.
Opening the lid he squirted lubricant onto his fingers. Reaching for the girl’s
hips, he pulled her ass closer to the open door of the cage. She was trembling,
and her fear only made his cock harder.

He rubbed the lube over the pucker, drawing a squeal from
Mia, who tried unsuccessfully to pull away.  He would soon beat all
resistance from the willful girl. But for now, he just squirted some KY onto
the head of his cock, which was already slick with pre-come. He couldn’t
remember being this hard. He couldn’t wait to plunge into her tight heat.

Kneeling forward, he guided the head of his cock, nestling
it between her ample ass cheeks. He pushed against the tight hole, drawing
another whimper from the girl. He held her hips, digging his fingers into her
flesh as he pushed slowly into her ass. A ring of hot, tight pleasure encircled
his shaft, and Ellis groaned. Jesus god, it felt so fucking good.

He pushed deeper and Mia screamed. He would have to gag her
next time. He would train her to be completely silent, no matter what he did to
her. But for now, he was too caught up in his own pleasure even to correct her.
He continued his glide until his balls touched her ass. “Ahh,” he breathed,
savoring the clutch of her passage, tight as a leather glove around him.

He began to move, slowly at first, and then faster as his
need got the better of him. He began to grunt, his balls slapping her ass as he
slid in and out, in and out. Her screams had quieted to a steady whimper, which
only spurred him on. He rode her like an animal, using her hips to pull her ass
against him as he slammed his cock home, each thrust deeper than the last.

Finally, his balls tightening, he let out a groan and shot
his load deep inside his slave girl’s tight ass. He stayed buried inside her
for several delicious seconds as his breathing slowed and his heart eased back
into its natural rhythm.

He pulled out slowly, staring at the now gaping asshole,
watching in fascination as a trickle of his come slid down between her legs. He
would start her in the morning on the birth control pills he’d procured for her
in case she wasn’t already on the pill, and something told him she was not.

He reached for the washcloth he kept in his night table and
wiped his cock. With a sigh of deep satisfaction, he pushed himself to his feet
and walked to the side of the cage. He unclipped Mia’s ankle and wrist cuffs
from the bars. She collapsed, curling onto her side like a doodle bug. Ellis
bent down to see her face, which was flushed, and streaked with snot and tears.

Reaching for the box of tissues, he grabbed a handful and
shoved it through the bars. “I had planned on having you sleep in your own
bedroom at night, but I’ve changed my mind. I want you here beside me, snug in
your cage. Someday you might even be granted the gift of sleeping in my bed.
It’s up to you, Mia. It’s all up to you.”

She said nothing, not that he expected her to. He closed the
cage door and slipped the padlock into place. He went into the bathroom to wash
up. When he was done, he climbed into bed, indulging in a luxurious stretch.

He had done it. He had pulled it off. She was his, all his,
and the days stretched ahead with infinite possibility. With a contended sigh,
he reached for the lamp and turned it off, plunging the room into darkness.

Chapter 6

For a long time Mia lay still as a cornered animal, not even
shifting when she felt the hot trickle of Ellis’ disgusting ejaculate on her leg.
She barely dared to breathe, afraid he might come for her again. Her body was
battered and bruised from the inside out and the outside in, every part of her
violated—mind, body and spirit. But overriding her pain, her terror and even
her outrage was a bone weary exhaustion.

She found herself almost glad to be in the cage. At least
there were bars between Ellis and her. Even if she somehow managed to fall
asleep, he couldn’t come after her in the night without her hearing him first
as he unlocked the cage door to get at her.

She began to count, both as a way to calm her jangled
nerves, and to measure the passing minutes. When she’d reached two hundred
forty-six, she became aware of the low rumble of his snoring. She continued to
lie still as stone for another one hundred seconds before daring to turn from
her side to her stomach.

She cradled her head in her arms and closed her eyes. There
was a thin blanket on this cage floor, as there had been on the one in the
closet, and she pulled at it to cover herself. She began to practice the
breathing exercises she’d learned in her yoga class. She imagined her mind as
an empty, clear pool of water as she breathed in slow and deep. She counted to
four as she held her breath and then let it out slowly, and then to five, and
then to six…

Mia awoke some time later with a start and a cry, jerked
from a nightmare. It only took a second for her mind to snap completely awake,
her body tensed and ready for attack.

She put her hand over her mouth to quiet herself, listening
hard for any indication that Ellis was awake. After a moment, she heard his
quiet, even snore and let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding.

The room was still dark but from the corner of the cage,
just beyond the end of the bed she could see a glimmer of light seeping through
a chink in the curtains. She was somewhat amazed she’d been able to sleep at
all. She didn’t feel rested, however. Her eyes burned and her gut was churning,
her shoulder and hip aching against the floor of the cage.

Mia tried not to think about what had happened to her, aware
she would shift into full panic mode if she allowed herself to dwell on it.
Instead she lay quietly, taking a mental inventory of her body. The skin on her
back and ass felt tender, and her asshole was sore, but otherwise she was
reasonably intact.

Her hand slipped down to her waxed pussy. It was strange to
feel the smooth, soft skin beneath her fingertips where pubic hair should be.
Her fingers moved down, slipping into the cleft between her legs. Her clit
stirred beneath her touch, and she felt shame moving through her as she
recalled the way he’d made her come again and again, in spite of the terrifying
circumstances.

Her body had betrayed her, giving in to his relentless and
skillful touch. It was so confusing to reconcile that blinding pleasure with
the very real pain to which he’d subjected her, even in the midst of her
orgasms. What had he said?

You’ll learn to associate the pain of a beating with the
pleasure of sexual release, until the two are so intertwined in your psyche
that you will require the one to experience the other.

Was such a thing even possible? And why would he want that
of her? Who the hell was Ellis Hughes? And more to the point, how had she been
so completely fooled by him?

He had seemed so genuine. During their email exchanges he’d
seemed interested in her, without being smarmy or weird. How happy and filled
with anticipation she’d been when she’d arrived at his beautiful home, all her
worldly possessions crammed into her car. She’d been eager to start her new job
and her new life.

When he’d pulled open the door, his dazzling smile had
literally taken her breath away. For a second she’d actually had a fantasy
that, though he’d only hired her as a glorified secretary, they might somehow
fall in love, like something out of an old movie starring Spencer Tracy and
Katherine Hepburn.

How could she reconcile that man with the monster who’d
revealed himself so soon after her arrival? Did he have some kind of split
personality? Would he wake in the morning, horrified to discover a naked woman
in a cage beside his bed?

Hope flared for a second at the possibility, but quickly
sputtered out. There was no split—Ellis Hughes was evil, through and through.
Which left the question she didn’t want to entertain—what would happen when he
woke?

He’d talked as if he planned to keep her indefinitely.
Though she’d been half out of her mind with panic ever since that first
terrifying moment when he’d grabbed and cuffed her wrists behind her,
apparently a part of her brain had processed and stored his various threats,
which now began to uncoil like poisonous snakes slithering through her mind.

You belong to me now
.

You have been chosen to be my sex slave, my personal
property.

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.

If she’d been like most people, people with family and
friends, there would have been someone to miss her. Someone to notice when she
didn’t answer calls or emails, or show up for a planned occasion. But there was
no one. She hadn’t even changed her mailing address yet from the apartment
she’d rented in Maine. There was no forwarding address, no link as to where she
had gone, and no one to notice.

Thinking back over their emails prior to her arrival in New
York, Mia now understood the diabolical intent behind Ellis’ deliberate and
persistent questions about her background, her family, her friends, her social
media accounts, any “significant other” in the picture. He had chosen her
precisely because of her lack of any connection.

I interviewed twenty-two other prospective slave girls
before I settled on you.

A shiver ran through her body, as if someone had dragged an
icy finger down her spine. She curled in on herself, panic again threatening to
overtake her. As she struggled to quell her whimpering cries, she realized the
room had gone silent, the snoring stopped.

All at once the room was flooded with light and Mia saw
Ellis’ bare legs appear over the side of the bed in front of the cage. She
squeezed her eyes closed, her hands moving instinctively to cover her face, her
heart racing.

“It’s six o’clock. Time to rise and shine.” Ellis’ voice was
brisk and strident, as if he’d been awake for hours. “We have a busy day ahead
of us.”

~*~

Ellis, naked, reached for his morning erection, curling his
hand around it as he contemplated the naked girl huddled in her cage, and the
glorious day stretching ahead. He had slept deeply and well, waking only once
to check on his charge.

He crouched in front of the cage, key ring in hand, and
unlocked the padlock. Pulling the cage door open, he reached in and gave Mia a
sharp smack on her thigh. “I said get up. Don’t make me tell you again, M.”

He had decided while falling asleep the night before that he
would call her by her first initial, like O in that S&M story he’d
masturbated to as a teenager. He watched as M maneuvered herself and crawled
slowly out of the cage. Grabbing the choke collar and attached leash from his
bedside table, he slipped the collar over her head and used the leash to jerk
her upright.