Forced into Submission (6 page)

I had seen some of their work and it wasn’t pretty. They were into radical bondage piercings. Scary stuff. My body was shivering but because it was cold. I was scared but… big but…I hated that stuff but…it turned me on. My belly was turning flip-flops and a trickle was leaking out of the belt at my crotch.

“They are going to do something very special for you, Kimmy,” she purred.

“No,”
my mind screamed.

We hit a pothole and the dildo slapped against the bottom of the cage sending a thrill to my pussy. I moved my hips downward and managed to wedge the dildo into the bottom of the cage which put direct pressure on my clitoris. I began a gentle back and forth fucking motion and the sensations in my crotch started to blossom out like a flower on time-lapse photography. I was rapidly approaching fulfillment when Sara must have heard my moaning.

“Kimmy, what the fuck are you doing back there?” she screamed. “Goddamit, you little trollop, I want you to stop now and I mean it.”

Those were wasted words as far as I was concerned. I was way past the point of no return. Anyway there was nothing worse that she could do to me than what she already had planned. My orgasm bloomed from my crotch to both extremities. It felt like someone had taken off the top of my head. I could hear her cursing but I ignored her. I started working my way around the pleasure cycle again.

She whipped the car from side to side, dislodging the dildo and ruining my crescendo. I got it wedged again and started climbing my ladder when she decided to continue doing s-turns to keep me from going over. Back and forth across the road we went, seriously screwing up my ability to keep pressure on my bud. My frustration level was building to a meltdown when I heard the siren.

“Yes,”
I thought,
“saved by the long arm of the law!”

Sara swerved to the curb and jumped out. I could hear her heels pass me on her way back to the cop car. I kept driving the dildo into my snatch but part of my mind was distracted.

“If I can just make enough noise…”
I reasoned, “
the cop will investigate and surely he will let me free.”

“Get back in your car, ma’am,” his voice shouted over the loudspeaker.

“
Yes, yes, yes,”
my mind screamed.

I heard her return to the van. I heard his steps approaching. I tried wiggling around but the damn dildo was stuck in the bottom of the cage and my movements were inflaming me. The more I tried to move to give away my position the hotter I got.

“License and registration, ma’am,” he said.

“Officer, I can explain…” Sara started.

“License and Registration, ma’am,” he interrupted.

“Surely that asshole will hear me moaning back here,”
I thought as I fell into a deep crevasse and rational thinking was suspended.

“…swerving because I was worried about my dog,” I heard as sanity returned.

“You were swerving all over the road because of your dog?” the officer repeated with a note of disbelief.

“Yes, sir,” Sara said smoothly, “she’s sick and I’m trying to get her to the vet but she keeps howling and I kept looking back and I guess I must have turned the wheel and…”

“Step out of the car, Miss Simmons, and open the back,” he interrupted.

“I’m saved. Thank you, god!”

I could sense the hatch opening behind me and feel the brush of a slight breeze coming under the blanket and caressing my ass. The damn dildo, my bondage and the rush of being exposed to a stranger combined to have me rapidly approaching another peak.

“Uuuuh.” My body spasmed into multiple peaks and all I could do was moan through my gag.

“What the fuck?”

“I told you. My dog is sick,” Sara lied. “Please, Officer, please, I need to get her to the vet.”

“What kind of dog?”

“Wh…what?” she stammered.

“What kind of dog?”

“Uh…it’s um, ah… it’s a Basenji,” she blurted.

“I knew it!” he exclaimed.

“Huh?”

“I knew it,” he repeated, “I could tell.”

“You could…you could tell?” she said.

“Yes, Miss Simmons,” he said, “I could tell by the moaning.”

“By the moaning?” she asked

The damn dildo was distracting me but what little rational thought was still left was centered on wondering what in the hell they were carrying on about.

“Just do your fucking job, asshole, and look in the cage,”
I thought.

I could hear salivation in his voice and I didn’t really think it had shit to do with dogs.

“Yes, Miss Simmons, by the moaning,” he repeated, “Basenji’s, while they can’t bark, have very distinct sounds.”

“They do?”

“My sister breeds them so I know a little bit about them,” he explained. “Let me take a look and see if I can help.”

“Yes!”
my mind urged.

“No, no, no, officer,” she shouted, “please don’t. She’s very temperamental and it would scare her. Please, officer, please just let me get her to the vet.”

“I’m sure I could help, Miss Simmons. I’m very good with dogs,” he stated.

I swear I could hear the gears change in her mind before she opened her mouth.

“Please call me Sara,” she said coquettishly. “I’m sure you are very good. Perhaps you could come over sometime when she’s not in so much pain and I can introduce you to her.”

I increased the level of moaning and thrashing around. I had to get this asshole to take a look.

“Uh, S…Sara,” he stuttered, “I, uh…would like that.”

“Do you have a first name, Officer Trent?” she asked

“Uh, it’s, uh, Robert,” he stammered.

“Robert,” she purred, “I like that.”

Wait a minute. How did we get to mating rituals? She was driving erratically. What about the ticket? What about checking the dog? I started bucking up and down and yelping into my gag. The movement caused the dildo to punch into my clit. I liked it. I kept bucking. One part of my mind was listening to them but most of it had escaped into fields of pleasure.

“Golly,” he said, “she must really be in a bad way. I don’t ever recall hearing one of my sister’s dogs howling like that. It almost sounds like she’s having…”

“Robert, please,” my tormentor interrupted, “I have to go.”

“Oh, right, Sarah. You’re right. Go quickly. I’ll stop by later tonight and make sure everything’s all right.”

“Thank you, Robert,” she sighed, slamming the rear hatch.

“No…no…no…”
I begged but my body was busy with oh…oh…oh.

“Well, Kimmy,” she hissed after we were safely away again, “you almost got me arrested. I plan on a big pay back for that.”

Thoughts of payback were definitely not foremost in my mind. I was having continuous orgasms as the thought of my potential future kept titillating my thinking.

“Just keep digging yourself deeper, Kimmy,” she muttered, “paybacks are hell.”

Paybacks were miles away from where I was. I couldn’t see any farther than the next…oh.

******

‘SexySadist’ had a very private entrance off of the alley behind it. We must have been expected because the door opened immediately and I was dragged inside. We went into the second room off the hallway and within moments I was immobilized.

I was laid out on a table on my back. My hands were chained overhead and my feet were spread out and cuffed. All of my charms were on display.

The fat, bald guy who had strapped me down was looking down at me like I was a side of beef. He pulled my nipples painfully and muttered to himself. I tried hard to close my legs when his hands strayed there but the bondage kept me open.

“So, tits, labia, clit, hood,” he grunted, “that it?”

“Yes,” the bitch said breathlessly.

“Should I give her something for the pain?” he asked.

“She doesn’t deserve it.”

“Fine,” he laughed and started laying instruments on the table.

“Paybackkk time, Kimmy,” the bitch chortled, lightly kissing my cheek.

The next hour was hell. Fat boy picked up a large curved needle, pinched my right nipple, pulled it straight out and jabbed the needle through. The left nipple followed. In those holes he threaded one inch rings that he soldered together so they couldn’t be removed. When he started on my pussy. I screamed continuously into my gag for forty-five minutes. I couldn’t see what had happened but I knew from the sharp pains that he had punctured me at least eight or nine times.

I must have passed out. I came back to my senses with the bastard standing over me with a bottle of alcohol which he was pouring on my tits and cunt. I thrashed about as much as my bondage would allow. Sara’s face had a sick fascinated look.

“Golly,” she murmured, “that must have hurt.”

“Fuck you, bitch,”
I thought.

She undid my wrist cuffs and had me sit up. Looking down I could see the damage. It looked like someone had strewn metal indiscriminately on my slit. I wasn’t sure what I was looking at but I knew it wasn’t good.

“Look, Kimmy,” she bubbled, pointing to my crotch. “No more worries for me about any unauthorized playing with that thing. You can hardly find it under all that metal.”

She held a mirror up and the full force of what she had done pummeled me. There were six rings soldered through my labia, three on each side. Each pair was joined by a padlock. Nothing, not even a finger, was going in there without her permission. The crowning horror was on my clitoris. There were piercings on both sides of my clitoral hood that held a metal shield in place. It looked soldered on.

“My piece-de-resistance,” she boasted, “it’s a clit shield. You won’t be touching that bud again.”

A wave of despair washed over me. She had really done it. I could feel the frustration building already. I remained passive while she removed the rest of my restraints and pushed me to the floor.

“I need you to tip the man, Kimmy,” she whispered, pulling the gag from my mouth.

“No, she can’t mean…”

“Kimmy wants to thank you for such a nice job,” she explained to fat boy. “Besides I just met someone today who might be my new boyfriend and I want her to get in practice.”

I closed my eyes. Surely this wasn’t going to happen. I heard his zipper.

“Kimmy,” she said sharply.

I opened my mouth.

My Best Friend’s Daughter-Chapter 6

The cop came by that night at seven. I could hear him ask about me right away. She lied and told him that the vet had sedated me heavily and that I wasn’t to be disturbed. In truth I wish I had been sedated because the piercings hurt. She had me back in the cage in the bedroom. I was gagged and chained to the four corners but I tried to capture his attention anyway. Without the distraction of the dildo I managed to make some pretty distressful sounds.

“Sara,” he said, “are you sure that the vet sedated her properly?”

“Robert,” she said, “she’s fine, trust me. Why don’t you come over here by me?”

That distracted him for a few seconds. Then my thrashing and moaning penetrated the sexual fog she had dropped over him.

“Sara,” he said forcefully, “I talked to my sister about this and she tells me that it’s not normal for a Basenji to act like this.”

“Robert…” she started.

“Sara, she told me about a serious condition that they can get that your vet might have missed. She showed me exactly what to look for. I’ll be careful I promise. I won’t excite her.”

“Damn it, Robert, I don’t want her disturbed.”

“Look, Sara, I’m not trying to screw up our uh… relationship…I really like you but my sister tells me it’s serious. She could die. You don’t want that, do you?”

“Of course not but…”

“Then I’m just going to check,” he said and I could hear his footsteps moving toward me.

“Wait,” she shouted.

“What?”

I could feel the sex ooze from her from where I crouched. It must have been quite a show. She had him turned around and moving back toward her.

“Robert,” she whined, “ok you can look at her but do it in a minute, please. I mean I… I’ve been looking forward to you coming all day and I need…”

She had him by the little head. I stopped moving and saved my energy until they were done. They went at it for an hour. I could tell by the satisfied sighs that it wasn’t just an act on her part. When things calmed down I started my performance again.

“I’ll be right back, honey,” he said, “I’ll just take a quick peek.”

“Wait, Robert, there’s something I need to show you first.”

“What?”

“Before you check her I want you to please watch this DVD,” she said.

“Sara,” he blustered, “that will take too long. Let me check her first and then we’ll watch it.”

“Robert, do you trust me?” she asked.

“Uh…of course I do, Sara.”

“Then I’m asking you to trust me. I have a reason. Just watch the first three minutes and you’ll understand.”

“Ok, Sara, but three minutes and then I need to look at her. You don’t understand how serious this could be.”

“Robert, I wasn’t going to show you this until we got to know each other better but…well, you’ll see.”

She played him the same DVD that had started me down this ugly path. He was fascinated. He watched ten minutes of me being whipped and forced to service her mom before she realized he was hooked and turned it off.

“Wow,” he whispered.

“I see that turned you on, didn’t it, Robert?”

“God, Sara, that was… Where did you get that?”

“That was my mom with the whip,” she explained.

“Your mom?”

“Yes and…the other girl is…is my Basenji,” she beamed.

“Your Basenji?” he parroted, clearly confused.

“Yes, Robert,” she laughed, “in the cage. I don’t really have a dog. The girl in the video is in the cage.”

“You don’t have a Basenji?”

“No, Robert,” she beamed, “I have a slave.”

“A slave?”

“Yes. She was my mother’s slave before she died and now she’s mine.”

“A real slave?”

“Yes. She likes being a slave,” she lied.

“Sara, I’m not sure…”

“Robert,” she interrupted, “I saw how you reacted to the video. You are going to love having a slave.”