Forced Submission (21 page)

Though she tried to steel herself, pain exploded through her
nerve endings as the shocker made contact with her labia. She moaned, a low
feral sound that came from deep in her throat. Yet somehow she managed to stay
still.

“You’re welcome, M,” the prick said. “You just earned
yourself five points. Very good.”

She felt the tip of the shocker being inserted into her
asshole, and she squeezed her eyes shut, her heart turning a summersault in her
chest. The shock that followed radiated through her loins and M clenched her
hands into fists, willing herself to stay still.

“I’m so proud of you, M,” Ellis crooned, his mouth suddenly
close to her ear. “You will eat well tonight, my slave girl.” He stretched out
beside her, pulling her into his arms. M recalled a time not long ago when she
would have fallen into a swoon of gratitude and joy as Sir wrapped his strong
arms around her—proof that he cared for her, that he
loved
her.

Ellis gently kissed the top of M’s shaved head. “Who do you
belong to, M?”

“You, Sir,” she lied, almost frightened at the intensity of
her hatred.

“And what am I?”

“You are the Master of my body and soul.”

“What do I allow you?”

“You allow me to serve you.”

“And who do you live for?”

“I live for you, Sir.”

“And without me, what would happen to you?”

“Without you, Sir, I would die.”

M was exhausted, still not having fully recovered from the
jetlag following their trip. She’d had a good dinner, relatively speaking, with
Ellis staying true to his word and allowing her twelve bites of food, nearly
enough to fill her shrunken stomach.

He’d left her alone for the last hour while he watched a favorite
TV show, if being hung by the wrists from a large hook that jutted from the
wall could be called being left alone. At least she was flat-footed on the
carpet and could lean against the wall for support, though her arms had gone
numb.

He’d inserted the vibrator with clit tickler inside her,
using the hated duct tape to keep it in place. He’d set the vibrator on a low
level, pulling a dozen small climaxes from her during the first half hour or
so. Now the damn thing just irritated her over-stimulated pussy. She badly
wanted to be let down, but M would never have asked, so Mia held her tongue.

She heard a small buzzing sound and opened her eyes to see
Ellis reaching for his cell phone, which he’d set on the table beside the TV.
He’d been drinking scotch on the rocks while watching his show, and now he said
in a voice slightly blurred on the edges, “Excellent. We have a reply from
Sub
Girl
.”

Mia watched Ellis from her tethered position against the
wall as he read the email on his smart phone. He smiled slowly and reached for
his glass, taking a long drink. “She’s interested.” He pumped the air with his
fist. “Yes! She got a good vibe from me, she says.” He looked over at Mia,
grinning slyly. “Her real name is Alicia. Says she has a sense about people, and
she senses my kind and generous nature.” He snorted. “She can just tell I’m a
good person. She’s ready to fly here, just like that! As long as I book the
ticket, naturally.”

M wanted to scream. No! This was happening too fast. She
hadn’t even been able to formulate a plan, much less execute it. She couldn’t
let another woman fall into this madman’s clutches. She just couldn’t!

She realized Ellis was watching her, his eyebrows furrowing,
a frown pulling his lips down. “M, you don’t seem to be happy for me. In fact,
you look positively angry.” He stood, glowering at her. “Slaves do not have
permission to be angry. You know that, don’t you, M?” He took a step toward
her. “Slaves who are angry need that anger whipped out of them. They need to be
cleansed of the impure thoughts that are causing these disobedient emotions.
Perhaps a good dunking in the tub will remind you of your place. Hmm? What do
you think, M? Do you need to be punished?”

No. No, no, no. Mia hated the submersion torture more than
anything else, even the cut of a cane. Sheer terror filled her when the water
closed over her head. Ironically she understood now, in her clearer state of
mind, that it wasn’t fear of drowning per se, as she didn’t think Ellis would
be stupid enough to kill his toy, at least not on purpose. No, the terror had
resulted because she feared she would no longer be able to resist the perverse
urge to breathe the water into her nose and lungs, to end it once and for all
in a watery death.

“Please, Sir,” she blurted. “I—I’m so sorry, Sir. I’m not
angry.”
Think. Think, think, think!
And then it came to her. “It’s just
that”—she lowered her eyes in a desperate attempt to appear at once humble and
coquettish—”I’ll have a hard time sharing you, Sir. I belong to you, Sir. What
we have is so special. I want to welcome a sister slave, truly I do, but…”

It worked. His frown lifted into a smile, his eyes
softening. He was always easier on her when he’d had a few drinks. “Ah, of
course. I understand, M.” He moved toward her and reached for the duct tape
that held the vibrator in place. She pushed through the pain as he ripped the
tape from her mons, relieved when he flicked the base of the vibrator to the
off position and gave it a tug, letting it fall to the carpet. She would be
expected to retrieve and wash it later, of course. But for now, he lifted her
lifeless arms from the hook and scooped her into his arms.

He returned to the large chair where he’d been sitting and
settled with M in his lap. “You’ll need to learn to share me with A,” he said,
clearly pleased with the idea of two brainwashed women slavishly worshipping
him. “In fact, you will help to train her. I will teach you to use the cane and
the whip. You can hold her down while I fuck her. And of course it’ll be fun to
watch you two licking and sucking each other for my amusement.”

He shifted and pushed Mia from his lap to the floor at his
feet. Her arms and hands were tingling painfully back to life but she made no
move to massage them. Instead, as Sir had taught her, she rested them palms up
on her thighs, her ass balanced on her heels, her knees spread wide. She was
the very picture of a submissive, docile, mindless slave girl.

Ellis reached for his glass and drained it. As he poured
more over what remained of the ice, he said casually, “Did I mention I’m going
to brand you? I think I’ll wait though, until we get A. Then I’ll brand you
both with my seal. I was thinking on the ass, but maybe on your cheek is
better. That way you’ll see it when you look in the mirror. It’ll be a constant
reminder that you’re my property. The branding kit should be arriving any day
now.” He shrugged. “It’s amazing what you can get on the internet.”

His eyes bored into Mia’s, his look darkening. “Each of you
will hold the other down while I do it. You will be complicit in the marking of
each other. What do you think of that, M?”

Mia had no idea what to say. Horror moved like ice water
through her veins at his bizarre, terrifying pronouncement. The man was clearly
out of his fucking mind. She realized he was actually waiting for a response,
and so she said in the flat, nearly monotone voice of M, “If it pleases you,
Sir, then it pleases me.”  

He stared at her a while longer, and she quailed inwardly,
frightened suddenly that he could see through the façade of her passive
demeanor to the rage that lurked just beneath. To her relief, he stood, cupping
his balls. “I have to piss. Wait right here. Don’t go anywhere.” He laughed as
if he’d just made a good joke.

When he’d left the room, she reached for the bottle of
scotch. Ellis had left an inch or so in his glass. She poured in more, as much
as she dared, and then sat back on her heels, her heart pounding. Though it had
only happened once before, Ellis had once drunk enough to pass out.
Unfortunately, he’d left Mia still bound in rope on his bed, forced to spend
hours with a ball gag buckled around her head, unable to move while he snored
peacefully beside her.

She had been so deep into her brainwashed servitude at the
time, she’d actually spent the hours chanting Sir’s mantra, and telling herself
this was a test of her submission and devotion, one that would be rewarded when
Sir awoke in the morning and saw her there.

In fact, he’d been annoyed to find her beside him, her face
resting in a pool of drool. Instead of praising her for her obedience, he’d
left her still bound while he peed and showered, and
still
she’d tried
to tell herself that Sir was her Master, and without him she would die.

He returned now, his gait a little unsteady as he moved
toward her. He plopped into his chair and reached for the glass, glancing at it
quizzically for a moment, but then shrugging and drinking it down. He poured
several more ounces over the melting ice and leaned toward Mia. “Here you go,
M. We’re celebrating the arrival of A.” He pressed the lip of the glass against
Mia’s mouth. “Go on. Drink.”

Mia parted her lips, allowing Ellis to pour some of the
strong alcohol into her mouth. She purposely let most of it spill down her chin
and onto her chest, determined to stay completely alert, just in case. She
tensed, waiting for his rebuke, but Ellis must have been more out of it than
she thought, because he just laughed and then lifted the glass to his own lips,
draining it in one gulp.

A plan fell quietly into place in Mia’s mind, and she dared,
“Please, Sir. May I speak?”

He looked blearily at her. “What is it?”

“Might this slave girl worship her Master’s body tonight? I
do welcome A, but maybe this last time together, just you and me, Sir?”

She held her breath, aware she was taking a huge gamble. It
might not even work, but maybe…just maybe…

I will draw from my inner strength and my inner light.

Expect miracles.

Seize the day.

“You really love me, don’t you, M? With everything I do to
you, everything I put you through, you actually love your lord and Master.”

No, you deluded fuck.

“Yes, Sir. With all my heart.”

He stood and held out his hand. Mia took it, allowing him to
pull her up. They walked together to his bed, and Ellis fell heavily to the
mattress. “Bring me the bottle,” he said, “and then climb into my bed and I’ll
let you worship my body for a while before I lock you into your cage.”

Mia certainly didn’t need to be asked twice. She scurried
back to the sitting area and grabbed the glass and bottle, bringing them to the
bedside. She poured scotch into the glass, filling it nearly halfway. Ellis was
lying on his back. Tentatively she perched beside him, ready to leap up if he
found her behavior insolent. She held out the glass in a silent offering,
careful to keep her eyes respectfully lowered.

Ellis hoisted himself into a semi-sitting position against
the pillows and took the glass. He gulped down nearly half of the contents and
set the glass on the night table with a clunk.

“C’mere,” he slurred as he grabbed his flaccid cock. “Make
me hard, slave. Do your duty.”

Mia scooted between the drunken man’s legs and gripped his
cock tenderly in her hands. She stroked him gently, pleased when his eyes
fluttered closed and his head lolled to one side. She continued to stroke him
until he began to snore softly.

She waited, still as stone, forcing herself to count to one
hundred as his breathing deepened into a slow, steady rumble. Her plan had
succeeded beyond her wildest dreams. He’d passed out before locking her into
the cage. This was her chance!

She counted again to one hundred, barely daring to breathe.
He didn’t move.

Slowly, carefully, she slid down to the end of the bed and lowered
herself silently to the carpet. She began to crawl toward the door, her entire
body tensed in expectation of his sudden, booming demand to know what the hell
she thought she was doing.

Somehow she made it to door and pulled herself upright. She
turned the knob slowly and pulled the door open. Ellis’ snoring suddenly
stopped, and Mia’s heart gave such a lurch it felt as if it would burst through
her chest. She stayed frozen to the spot, as terrified as a deer caught in the
oncoming headlights of a big Mack truck.

Then the snoring resumed. Slowly she turned to appraise the
man who had nearly destroyed her life. His mouth was open, his hand hanging
limply over the side of the bed. Turning, she sprinted through the door and
raced down the stairs to the study, Zahara’s promise echoing in her head.

Chapter 15

Mia’s hands shook as she opened Ellis’ laptop and turned it
on. “Please don’t have a password, please don’t have a password,” she muttered
while she waited for it to boot up. Even if the laptop was password protected,
Mia was pretty good with computers and reasonably sure she’d be able to get
around it, but she didn’t want to have to take the time. Who knew when he might
wake and find her missing?

The thought made her insides turn to water and she gave a
small yelp of anguish.
Stop it,
she ordered herself sternly.
Focus on
the task at hand. Get on the computer. Get into your email. Send out the alarm.

She held her breath as the computer came to life.
No
password, no password, no password.
The desktop background picture appeared
on the screen. It was a photograph of a woman bound from head to toe in rope
and hanging suspended by one ankle from a tree, her long, black hair streaming
down.

As the computer continued to load, Mia stopped breathing
altogether—this would be the moment she would be asked to enter a password.

Instead, various icons and shortcuts appeared over the
background picture. Mia had to stifle her urge to whoop with joy. Pushing back
Ellis’ desk chair, she perched on its edge and held her fingers over the keys.
She typed in
gmail.com
, ready to enter her user name and password,
thrilled to realize she still remembered both. The sign-on page opened with the
user ID of
Master E
filled in, the password field auto-filled with black
dots. Mia knew all she had to do was hit enter and she would be in his email
account.