Natural Submission: Book 1 of the Submission Series (36 page)

 But for now she realized there was nothing she could do to stop it. First she felt the cold from the water than the burn from the drugs. The hateful voice went on, “You sold quickly too. Too quickly.” She heard it, the regret in his voice while the toxin is slipped through her veins. “Soon you’ll be ready to fuck anything, but you should hope he will still want to go slow. “

His mouth hovered above hers and he pulled on one nipple twisting until she let out a little cry, he bent his head, tongue dipping out to taste the cry coming from her lips, "your cry of pain is like sugar to me,” His eyes rolled back in his head with the pleasure of taking the first lick of your favorite Ice cream. He ran a hand down her body and she trembled in fear, “Not one little mark on this flesh now that it's
his
Francine. He went to the wall and showed her a large, a very large dildo, she struggled helplessly in the bonds her fear spiking again, ash in her mouth as his hands dipped between her legs, lightly massaging her clit. The drug was coursed through her now, heated her blood, did it’s dark work. He let her look at it as he rubbed and rubbed and then she felt herself heat with desire and shame.

Before long her sex wet his fingers and soon she began shake with tiny explosions, he smiled at her, his cheeks rising above the mask, the tone in his voice thick with need. You
should have been mine.
"I want to continue, but he's experienced Francine, if I used this on you right before he had you he'd be able to tell." she wanted to weep in relief, but If you were mine, I’d love drenching and stretching that tight pussy. it's always fun to do while fucking your ass.
Oh god, she could feel the heat again
, " Getting hot again are we?" He turned a dial on her IV, the machine oozed out the last part of the cocktail. "Goodbye Francine next time you open your eyes it'll be to greet your new master.” She had sunk into darkness after that.

“You? It was you all along?” Francine is astounded, can barely breathe. Ralph? Helpful Ralph who’d been with her all this time was
him.
The man who strapped her to a table and - she can barely get the words out past her tight throat “You're the... ”
monster “...
one - that
wanted
me?” The man K had saved her from, the man that
ran
a sex ring operation? But how could he? Ralph was kind and helpful and he
liked
women, didn't he?

“Still having a hard time believing I’m the powerful man that I’ve always been Francine? You’ve seen me weak for so long, but all that’s about to change. We are going to get to know each other on a completely different level now. You
will
believe I am who I say I am.

“I sent K on a mission months ago to scout a new territory for us. See, he’s the “king” of hiding shit right out in the open. My money is “disappearing” but it’s right there “hiding” in the bank account of the whore’s we’re supposed to be selling; and there he is, trying to make a supposed “run” for it on one of my very own boats. Drove me fucking crazy for weeks!” Briefly he thought back...

How come none of you can find FUCKING K? He had taken out brass knuckles and did a surprise combination on a few guys, blood flying everywhere. “Must I do fucking everything?” He had shouted in frustration. “Track him down!”

“How sir?”

Ralph had really thought about it. “The only time K had showed any interest in anything besides my fucking money was when he wanted to stick his dick in that fucking whore, what was her name?”

“I don't know sir.” He had slapped the flunky like a child.

“Fucking find out! Goddammit! Must I do
everything
!

“It was like he had nine lives! Then we finally tracked him down onto one of my own boats trying to make a run of it to Europe. At first, I thought your pussy wasn’t as hot as we all thought it was.” She looks up at him undeterred. He’s was coming closer.
Dumb cunt isn't even trying to get away,
he thought.
she just kept looking at him, square in the eye.

“In any case my men attacked him, they’re a hell of a lot less versed at interrogation than me, they don’t get any intel on where my fucking money is and there’s K, inching toward the guard rail. Well what was he gonna do? Going over would be suicide, the water was choppy, a storm was coming, they were miles off shore and it’s
like
below zero; not to mention K was pretty messed up, hobbling around on one foot.

But then the crazy son of a bitch just throws himself overboard, just like that! We considered going after him, but what was the point? The money was gone, he wasn't giving it back and no one's getting in that water. K was as good as dead.”

I told my men by satellite radio to just forget it! Turn the boat around and come on in! Just think how surprised I was later to find out K was a
Summer Olympian
. Oh yeah! Shows up here one day sniffin’ around after you like we thought he might. How do you do? I’m
Karl Fucking Augustus.
Makes you think he might of planned the whole thing, huh?”
He did.
Now she realizes,
he did. He let himself take that beating, swam those icy waters in the dark - so he could be with her.

Ralph squatted down in front of her, Francine’s hand subtly inched around to her back pocket. “Maybe he did all that, so he can come here clean and live out the rest of his days with you.” She didn't say anything, but he could see the pieces falling in place behind her eyes as she hears each word.

“Well, if you think I’m gonna be left standing around with my dick in my hand at the end of this you are sadly mistaken Francine. And you know what the
worst
part is? He didn't even need my money, he took it, just because he could! And you, is there
no shame
to you? You found out his name when I did, didn't you? She gave him a look over her shoulder, but kept on her “crawl” mission across the barn.

”Well, I’m going to finally find out what’s so fucking special about your pussy and have my money at the end of all this, plus a lot more. Keep in mind I had no way of knowing if he’d actually show up and certainly not that he’d be Karl
Fucking
Augustus and I came out here anyway. Karl
Fucking
Augustus, right under my thumb all that time! I could have held him for ransom, sent him back
in pieces
and got all my fucking money back and more.“

He gave her a really ugly look, “How much will he pay for you to stop your pain Francine? To keep your pretty skin from being marred? It would be so much fun to find out-” He reached for her, but Francine was finally within reach of the knife. She turned and stabbed him, twisting the blade as best she could in his belly. He caught her wrist and twisted the knife from her, but she had stuck him like a pig on a spit and he was bleeding, the dark blood welling up. He slapped her with an open palm and her head spun, she let out a cry but did her best to ignore the pain, crawling again toward one of the stalls.

“You're gonna pay for that whore, I know you like it rough.” He said, but now he was distracted, yeah, a bleeding abdomen can be a distracting thing. Nevertheless she could tell he still thought he’d bested her, while looking for something to wrap up his
wound
. She wanted to smile at his misplaced confidence, despite her aching jaw. Listening to him she realized she wasn't the only one with a
stupid
mouth that couldn't stop talking sometimes.

“Fucking bitch.” He was muttering. “I found your collar - you fucking lap dog.” That gave her pause. “Oh, I see that got a response.” He said. He had found something from somewhere to staunch the blood from the oozing wound in his side. She turned back around continuing her crawl trying to to get on her feet, the world slowly coming back into focus around her. Ralph had a
mean
slap. She didn't even want to think now about how much practice he must have gotten in. She
did not
want his hands on her again.

Broke in here while you two were out on one of your “dates” to God know’s where. Don’t know why he wasted time trying to seduce trash like you...” She was on her feet now stumbling around. “...when you’re so
obviously
ready to kneel at his feet.” She kept quiet now doing her best to remember her training, to ignore his taunts, she was better than that.

“And then you befriend Paris Spaulding! That bitch is trouble too! If I had made a move on you sooner she would have had the DCPD,VAPD and fucking FBI all doing an inquiry into where you would have gone, all that over one missing whore!” He started after her, menace on his face.

“Well let them look Francine! At this point I’m fed up with nothing else to lose! I’m going to take you and maybe I’ll send a couple of guys around for that Paris too. He grew thoughtful a crazed glint in his eyes. At this point she was on her feet. Ralph lunged and grabbed her. She was about 10 feet from the stall she was headed for. He spoke near her ear. “I've never had 2 best friends before, it'll be interesting to see how far you two will go to protect each other. I'll put one of you in the cage and let the other watch. Maybe her since she seems to be the more dominant. What do you think she will do Francine to stop your pain? I can't wait to break her when I do it'll be like a sugar cube melting on my tongue, then you'll be easy."

Francine wasn't sure what fury Paris was capable of, but she considering how ballistic she was ready to go on that cop that stopped them and the FBI if they didn't arrange the room to her specific specifications when Francine came to identify her attacker gave her a pretty good idea.

Back at the house Francine’s phone was on her desk. It was ringing - persistently.
They had been through this.
Karl sighed. He trusted her, of course he did. That wasn't the issue. She was crunching data tonight, in that boring way of hers. Crunching data is not a reason to ignore your Dom’s texts (especially the Dom that loves you).

He hadn't spoken to her since morning and he was not boarding that plane until he did.
Where was she?
Giving in he texted Paris:

Is Francine with you?
After a moment the text came back.

Oh, hey Karl. No. Swamped in litigation up here with these mfukrs. Haven’t been able to call out all day.
Then-

Frannie’s at home with those damned plants. She’s not picking up the phone?

I’ll try her again.
He wrote back.

She bugs me, it’s like THE PLANTS take over and she loses track of time.
There was another pause.

I’ll swing by her place as soon as I can escape from this “pit of despair”.

He thought about it for another minute. Trying to exert some self control, never his strong suit when it came to Francine.
Oh hell.
He pulled up the APP he had the security company install, the one that showed him what was going on in each room of the house. Yes it was intrusive, yes it invaded her privacy, he’d deal with that later. They were still getting used to each other right? He turned on the lights one by one looking in each room, no Francine and then, he saw it. The damn back door. Someone had broken the lock and tried to hide it.

He noticed shit like that.

Where was Francine?

There he saw it, just a flash of them up there at that damn stable through one of the darkened windows, By the shape it looked to be Ralph. The stuff Frank was digging up on him was
not
coming up clean. A little plastic surgery did a lot to change your appearance, but not quite enough to keep the FBI at bay.

There they were, up at that damned stable, he wished he’d had torn it down with his bare hands when he had the chance! Panic spiked through him. He lit it up like a football field and headed back calling Frank on his way there.

Ralph got to her the same time the lights came on around the stable surprising them both, but Francine was the first to recover, seizing the advantage sidestepping his python like arms. It was like the sun had come up. She could hear the disbelief in his voice "
What the hell?
"

For the first time in a while she couldn't resist speaking, “That would be my Master, coming for you, you sick, twisted son of a bitch.” Francine turned and started for the stall again, but Ralph grabbed her from behind pulling her from behind. He was not Armin, but she had stabbed him, and the lights had shocked him, weakening him and giving her just a bit of an advantage. She twisted her supple body like she had practiced. Their struggle took them to the floor where he flipped her over on her back his hands around her neck, she grabbed his hair desperately, pulling with both of them grunting from exertion. Pulling her legs up she wrapped them around his throat squeezing, trying her best to choke him with the lower body strength she worked so hard for in the gym.

Her legs finally slipped to his waist, and then came up again, finally earning her enough leverage for her to do a leg press against his chest and shoving him clear of her. No time to enjoy the shock across his face as she finally scurried to the other side of the barn where she finally was able to recover what she was looking for. One of Karl’s hidden pistols. Pulling it from it's recess she dislodged the safety and pointed it at Ralph's shocked faced firing at him once right through the chest.