Forced into Submission Page 2

  “Going somewhere, slave-girl?” she asked sweetly pushing me back into the living room.

  “Look, Carol,” I said, “I am not playing this game anymore. I am leaving.’

  “Game? Game?” she laughed. “This isn’t a game, my sweet slave, this is your life.”

  “Carol,” I shouted, “I don’t care about that stupid magazine anymore. Show it to whoever you want. I don’t care.”

  “Take off your clothes, Mary,” she said.

  My cunt spasmed. Damn her anyway but I had to get free of this.

  “Carol!”

  “I’m going to punish you for being disrespectful,” she chuckled.

  “Carol, I don’t want…”

  “I don’t really give a fuck what you want or don’t want,” she said.

  “Carol, you can’t do this.”

  “Really?”

  “No, I’m going to leave,” I said.

  “Sure,” she said sitting down on the couch and spreading her legs.

  “Carol,” I croaked but her triangle beckoned.

  “Yes?” she asked cocking her head and smiling.

  “Pleazzze,” I begged.

  “Please what?”

  “Please don’t make me.”

  “Ok,” she said nicely and closed her legs.

  My gaze was riveted. She was taking what I wanted away. I fell to my knees and crawled in between her legs, forced them apart and buried my face. She pulled my head back and pierced me with her eyes.

  “Are you trying to say that you want to be my slave?”

  I looked into her eyes and then dropped my gaze. She spread her legs.

  “Well?” she asked.

  I nodded.

  Temporary Office Girl

  “Come in.”

  “Ms. Stacy, can I speak to you for a minute, please?”

  “And you are?”

  “I’m Raven, the new temp,” I said. “I’ve worked here for two weeks now.”

  “What’s this about, Raven? I’m very busy.”

  “I know, Miss, and I normally wouldn’t bother you but…”

  I left my sentence hanging. I held a manila envelope in my hands but I didn’t make any effort to hand it to her just yet. In some ways this was my favorite part of the capture and I wanted to savor it.

  “But what?” she said with irritation.

  “Uh…I found a few irregularities,” I said timidly.

  “Irregularities?” she said with a tinge of concern.

  That first twinge of alarm caused a response in my lower abdomen. I loved this part. I held up the envelope but still didn’t hand it to her. The tingle in my pelvic area was delicious.

  “Yes, Miss, with some of the accounts.”

  “Irregularities with some of the accounts?” she said anxiously.

  “Yes, Miss,” I said, finally holding the envelope out for her to take.

  She pulled the sheaf of papers out on her desk. I had arranged them so that the pain that would start as a tickle in her stomach would be a raging inferno by the time she got to the last page. She didn’t get to the last page. She stopped on the second page and looked up at me with a very shrewd, calculating expression on her face. My stomach turned over. This one was bright! This one was really going to be fun!

  “Who else has seen these, Raven?” she asked coolly.

  “No one, Miss, I thought I should bring them here first.”

  “Do you know what they are?” she asked watching me closely.

  “Um…I’m not really positive,” I lied, “they just didn’t look right.”

  “Are these the only copies?”

  They weren’t of course but it would spoil my fun to tell her that right now so I just nodded.

  “You were right to bring them to me first, Raven,” she said visibly relaxing. “I will see that you are rewarded for this.”

  “Like making sure that today is my last day?” I thought.

  “Oh, thank you, Ms. Stacy,” I said excitedly.

  “You’re welcome, Raven,” she said magnanimously, “now get back to work and don’t breathe a word of this to anyone, ok? It’ll just be our little secret.”

  “Yes, Miss,” I said and left her office.

  I went back to my desk thinking that the ax would probably fall at the end of the day. I was wrong. Thirty minutes later I looked up into the faces of two beefy security guards standing in front of my cubicle. I grinned at them and got stony stares back.

  “We’re here to escort you from the building, Miss,” the older of the two said.

  I pretended to be flustered but inside I was humming with joy. Margret Stacy was going to be so much fun!

  “What’s this all about?” I asked.

  “You are permitted to take only your personal items, Miss,” the older guard said, “and we will need to inspect every item.”

  “My, my,” I thought, “very thorough.”

  “I…I’ve only worked here two weeks,” I stammered. “All I have is my purse.”

  The younger guard lifted my purse off of my desk and pawed through it. I could see he was uncomfortable looking in it but not so uncomfortable that he missed the thumb drive. He removed it and handed me my purse.

  “We are going to have to keep this, Ma’am,” he said. “Human Resources will be advised and reimburse you for it.”

  I knew that thumb drive was going straight to Ms. Stacy and would convince her that she had nipped her little problem in the bud. I hammed it up a bit for their report to her.

  “But, that’s not fair,” I wailed. “I have important personal stuff on there. You can’t take that.”

  “You need to leave the building now, Miss,” the older guard said, grabbing my elbow and pulling me toward the elevators.

  “Wait,” I said, “I need to see Ms. Stacy.”

  “Sorry, Miss, but our orders were to escort you from the building right now.”

  “But…but…I need to talk to her,” I said. “There has been some mistake and I’m sure that when she finds out I’ve been let go she’ll be very angry.”

  “I don’t think so, Miss,” the older guard laughed. “The orders came directly from her.”

  I let myself slump like I was beaten. The two goons stayed with me until I had been pushed out the main door at the street and then they stood looking at me until I put my head down in defeat and walked away.

  * * *

  I spent the rest of my afternoon making some calls. At six I broke into Margret’s apartment and made myself comfortable. At six thirty she came through the door. She saw me right away. My heart rate went up twenty beats a minute as I saw just the faintest hesitation in her step. Margret was one cold savvy bitch.

  “What are you doing here, Raven?” she asked coldly.

  “Ms. Stacy, we need to talk,” I said deferentially.

  “We have nothing to talk about, Raven,” she laughed. “The copies and your thumb drive are gone. I suggest you leave before I call the police and have you arrested for breaking into my home.”

  “Please, Ms. Stacy, I needed that job.”

  “Leave!”

  I put my head down and walked to the door as if she had beaten me. She opened it for me and I stepped through. I waited until she had the door almost shut before I dropped the bomb.

  “I lied,” I said softly.

  She stopped dead. I could see her shoulders tense up slightly but she gave no other indication of the storm that must have been raging in her gut. She opened the door slowly and grinned at me. Under that grin was just the first trace of the terror that must have been boiling over in her mind. The twinge in my pelvic region was back with a vengeance. I kept my face blank and waited for her to speak.

  “What did you lie about, Raven” she asked quietly as if she were nothing more than slightly curious.

  The fire that sentence started threatened to overwhelm me. This woman was by far the best challenge I had ever had.

  “About a lot of things,” I said mildly.

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��A lot of things?”

  “Yes, like on my resume where it asked my level of schooling and I said that I had a high school diploma.”

  I saw the puzzlement flit through her face before she asked, “You don’t have a high school diploma?”

  “Yes, of course,” I laughed, “I just forgot to mention the MBA with a double major in Finance and Accounting.”

  That got her. That statement alone caused her mask to crumble and it took her a few seconds to put it back. She lived up to my expectations, however, and the cold unconcerned gaze came back.

  “What else did you lie about, Raven?” she asked and I could hear the delicious fright in her voice.

  “Uh…that I didn’t have more copies of what I gave you with corroborating data and files,” I said sweetly.

  She blinked and showed me the shrewd woman who had known by page two what she had in her hands. She stepped into my space so that her eyes were six inches from mine.

  “What do you want, Raven?”

  “You.”

  She backed up into her apartment and I followed. She wasn’t defeated yet. I could see in her eyes that she thought she could turn this around.

  “So, you want part of my action?” she asked her voice almost back to normal now that she was convinced that she was just dealing with simple blackmail.

  “No, Margret,” I giggled, “I mean you, as in…you.”

  “I don’t understand.”

  “As my slave, Margret,” I said.

  I thought that would cause her to crumble but I was wrong, deliciously wrong.

  “Raven, you have no idea of who you are dealing with,” she said coldly. “I have friends who would make you disappear with just a phone call.”

  “Had,” I observed.

  “What?” she said, clearly flustered.

  “You had friends that could…”

  I stopped because she had pulled out her cell phone and was dialing. This was too much fun!

  “Hello? I need to talk to Frank, tell him it’s Margret.”

  “Wow!” I thought, “she did have powerful friends.”

  “Frank?” she said when he came to the phone. “It’s Margret and I have a little problem that I need you to…”

  She stopped talking and listened. Her face became a mask of fear and her glance flitted at me like she was looking at the angel of death. She closed the phone and all of the fire was gone.

  “He said…he said that…” she hiccupped and stopped.

  “I know what he said, Margret,” I said reassuringly, “but as long as you are a well behaved slave nothing like that will happen.”

  “Slave?” she quavered.

  “Take off your clothes, Margret.”

  She stiffened and glared at me. I could see that she had no intention of going down easily even after her last conversation with Frank. She didn’t disappoint me.

  “You must be mad to expect that I’m going to…”

  She stopped as I casually plucked her cell phone from her hand and pushed redial. I smiled and put the phone to my ear.

  “Hello, Frank?” I said. “I have a little problem here and I need…”

  She fell at my feet and clutched my calves, “Wait, Raven, please.”

  “Frank?” I said. “Hold on a minute, can you?”

  “Raven, please don’t…”

  “Clothes, Margret,” I said.

  She leaned back and began unbuttoning her blouse.

  “Frank?” I laughed. “I’m sorry for bothering you. I’ll ring again if things don’t work out.”

  * * *

  Three months later not a trace of resistance was left in her. I kept her on the floor next to me at night so I had access to her well trained tongue. During the day, when I had to be out of the house, I kept her in a cage. I was very proud of how well behaved she was. I had done a very nice job with this one. She was going to be a marvelous pet for her new owner who had paid me one hundred thousand dollars for three months work doing something that still got me wet thinking about it even after all the captures I had made. I prodded Margret’s pussy with my quirt and watched her squirm.

  “Your new owner is coming to pick you up today,” I said mildly.

  She shivered a little but true to her training didn’t respond. I wiggled the quirt on her clit and watched her body react like a jolt of electricity was passing through it. I hadn’t allowed her a single orgasm since I had captured her and it was apparent that she was desperate.

  “Unfortunately for you I’ve heard that she is very cruel and almost never allows her slaves any pleasure,” I said laughingly.

  I could see a tear well up in her left eye. It spilled out of her bottom lid and splashed on the floor in front of her but she still didn’t move.

  “Would you like one last chance to go, Margret?” I asked softly.

  “Yes, please, Miss Raven,” she whispered.

  “You have five minutes to hump the quirt,” I said patting her on the head. “You may start now.”

  She squeezed her legs together and began bucking her hips to push her clitoris into the end of the quirt. I kept some pressure on it for her but I didn’t make it easy. Even so she managed to make it over the top in less than five minutes. She started wailing before it hit and when her climax came she wasn’t able to remain on all fours. Her body went into spasms and she collapsed screaming out her pleasure. It was a breach of training but I let it pass. In fact I let her lie there almost unconscious until the doorbell rang.

  “Get back up, girl,” I said sternly as I stood up and crossed to the door.

  I opened the door to her new owner. I had never met the woman before so I was unprepared for my own response. Her demeanor was so heartless that my first reaction was a small curl of fear that hammered at my chest and left me breathless for a moment. I got myself under control.

  “Come in, Mrs. Southland,” I said politely.

  She swept past me like she was queen and I was just a servant. My fear had gone and left me with a bad taste in my mouth and this action sparked a feeling of anger. I gritted my teeth and kept my mouth shut. I was having second thoughts about letting someone like this have Margret. She had been my best challenge so far and I…

  “Is this her?” Mrs. Southland demanded imperiously.

  I was beginning to really dislike this savage haughty bitch. I looked at Margret and felt a pang. I was going to miss her. Then a germ of an idea flitted through my mind and like a flower it opened and put a smile on my face. I put it on hold and answered her.

  “Yes, Mrs. Southland,” I said.

  “We’ll be going,” she said, snapping a leash on Margret and dragging her toward the door, ignoring me completely.

  I waited until the sulfur left the air before I crossed the room and picked up the phone.

  “Hi, Harriet,” I said when my friend answered, “it’s me. What’s the company that Mrs. Southland is president of?”

  I listened and I really liked Harriet’s answer because I was certain that a know-it-all bitch like Mrs. Southland wouldn’t be able to keep from taking advantage of a loose structure like I knew that company had. A thrill shot through me and I smiled to myself.

  “Harriet,” I said, “I going to need you to place me there as an office temp as soon as you can.”

  It was going to be a little trickier since she had seen my face but I had no doubt that in a few weeks Miss Haughtiness would be here at my feet. Maybe I could even let Margret help me. God I loved my work!

  My Best Friend’s Daughter – Chapter 1

  I was surprised when the doorbell rang. I had been living alone since my husband died six years before and rarely got visitors. In fact, I had been holed up alone in my house for the past three weeks. My last trip out had been to the funeral of my best friend who had died of cancer and she had left a hole in my life. When I opened the door my friend’s twenty-three year old daughter was standing there with a canary-cat like smile on her face. I never liked the little bitch and had barely spoken
to her at the funeral. I didn’t have a clue why see might be here but my instinct told me it wasn’t going to be good.

  “Hello, Mrs. Johnson,” she said in a softly smirking tone, “or perhaps I should call you Kimmy now?”

  “Uh…, hi, Sara,” I stuttered, feeling a sharp twinge between my legs at her use of my pet name, “I’m sorry about your mom.”

  “Oh I’m sure you are, Kimmy, I’m sure you are.”

  “Sara,” I said sharply, “what’s this all about?”

  “I have something to show you, Kimmy,” she said, holding up what looked like a homemade DVD. “I think you are going to be very interested.”

  A faint shadow of fear curled into my mind. Her mother and I had shared some special moments but they had been private. Surely her daughter didn’t know. I stepped out of the way and waved her inside, then followed her to the living room where she put the DVD in the player and sat down on the couch.

  The scene that came up on the screen caused an instant burning pain in my stomach. It was a very clear shot of me, naked, collared and on my knees eating her mother’s pussy. She was holding a leash to keep my face buried in her snatch and spurring me on with a riding crop. I stepped to the player and ejected the DVD.

  “You can have that one,” Sara said smugly, “I have more copies.”

  “What do you want?” I demanded.

  “You.”

  I looked at her blankly, while the burn in my stomach started a war with the tingling between my legs.

  “Goddamit,” I thought, “her fucking mother promised me that she had destroyed all of the videos. Shit!”

  “Cat got your tongue?” she asked sweetly.

  “Sara, I can explain…” I said weakly.

  “I think the video speaks for itself, don’t you, Kimmy?”

  “Sara, it’s not what you think…” I started.

  “Kimmy, it’s clear that you were my mother’s slave and now you’re mine. I inherited you, just like her house, her car, her portfolio…”

  “You’ve got it wrong, Sara,” I explained, “it was a game we played. It was just an exciting game that we both enjoyed.”

  “Did you think that once she died you wouldn’t be a slave anymore?” she chided and slapped down what looked like a copy of the stupid contract I had signed.