Forced into Submission (9 page)

“Remember, Kathleen?” she said softly. “When you were my little cunt licking servant?”

“Jas…I…Jas…please…”

“Remember how you used to like me to torture your nipples”?

“Jas, this is not…”

“And tease your little bud until you would have done anything for me to let you go?”

“Jasmine, stop!” Kathleen screeched. “I’m not like that anymore.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“So, you wouldn’t get excited if I touched your breasts like I used to?” Jasmine said reaching out and gently caressing Kathleen’s tits.

“Oh…..oh…please,” Kathleen said bring he hands up in a futile effort to stop Jasmine from doing what her body was craving.

“Put your hands down at your sides now,” Jasmine said sternly.

Kathleen put her hands down and stood like a virgin waiting to be ravished. Jasmine unbuttoned Kathleen’s blouse and pulled it down on her arms, then unsnapped her bra in front leaving her breasts free.

“Just as I remembered,” Jasmine laughed, teasing Kathleen’s nipples lightly.

“Jas, please don’t do this.”

“You want me to stop?” Jasmine said, removing her hands.

“Oooooh,” Kathleen wailed, pushing her breasts out.

“I didn’t think so,” Jasmine giggled.

“Jas…I…”

“Take off your clothes, slut!” Jasmine demanded.

Kathleen reacted like she was possessed. She stripped her blouse and bra off in a flash and then removed her skirt and panties. When she was completely naked she knelt in front of Jasmine and pressed her face into Jasmine’s crotch. Jasmine laughed.

“Good girl,” Jasmine said patting Kathleen on her head. “I’m not going to have to keep you on a chain like your little friend, am I?”

Kathleen looked devastated but she shook her head. Jasmine turned and walked to the door.

“Come on, slave-girl. Let’s see how well your tongue remembers what I taught it.”

“Wait,” I begged, “What about me?”

“What about you, Harriet?” Jasmine asked pleasantly.

“I’m not part of this,” I said. “I’m just her roommate.”

“She said you were her slave, Harriet.”

“I’m not,” I said earnestly, “we…we’re just friends.”

“Then why are you locked up like that?”

“It’s complicated,” I said.

“I don’t care,” Jasmine said.

“What?”

“I don’t really care. She said you were her slave and that makes you mine now.”

“Kath?” I begged.

Kathleen didn’t respond. Her gaze was riveted on Jasmine’s crotch. Jasmine turned and passed through the door. Kathleen crawled after her. At the door Kath stopped and looked back at me. Her face said it all.

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Taken from the Gym-Chapter 1

Across the steam room, Joan could see Mary languishing on the opposite bench. The room was swirling with clouds of fog but all that did was lend a tantalizing obscurity to her view of Mary’s enticing body. It was driving her wild. Joan had big plans for that body. For the past three weeks she had been dreaming about nothing else. Her mind had feverishly worked its way through the dozens of delicious things that would be possible once Mary was hers. Every day a new twisted idea occurred. Mary didn’t have a clue.

Joan had done her homework well. She knew Mary lived alone. She knew Mary had just left an abusive boyfriend and was starting two weeks of vacation tomorrow. Mary was flying to Cancun in the morning and she was going alone. Her plan was to use the two weeks to get over her asshole of a boyfriend and perhaps meet someone new. It was information that Mary had shared with Joan as they had become friends at the gym.

As much as Joan wanted to linger and treat herself to a few more mesmerizing glimpses she dragged herself from the bench and out of the room.

“Plenty of time for that later anyway,”
she thought,
“when the little bitch is mine.”

She dressed and left the gym. Repositioning her car so that it was next to Mary’s she went over the plan in her mind. It was Friday night and there were only a few cars left in the lot, none of which were close. No security camera. Passing traffic was hidden by the hedge. Perfect! As Mary approached she looked up and smiled.

“Hi, Mary,” she said cheerily, “good workout?”

“Oh, hi, Joan,” Mary said, “Yes it was great. How was yours?”

“Super! Um, Mary, could you help me a minute?”

“Sure, what do you need?”

“I need to borrow your jack,” Joan lied.

“Oh, do you have a flat?”

“Sort of,” Joan murrmered.

“Let me get it for you,” Mary said.

As Mary opened her trunk and leaned in to get her jack, Joan pushed her farther in with her left arm while using her right hand to cover Mary’s mouth with the chloroform soaked rag. In a matter of a few seconds Mary’s struggles stopped and Joan deftly pushed her into the trunk. After gagging and binding her securely Joan closed the trunk and let a wave of pleasure wash over her.

“Holy shit,”
she thought,
“she’s mine.”

Joan wanted nothing more than to bury her hand between her legs while her mind played out one of the delicious scenarios that she would enjoy with this beautiful girl that now belonged to her. Practicality took over. She had a few more things to do to make sure that she would never be discovered. Leaving her own car at the club she carefully drove Mary’s car to Mary’s house and pulled it into the garage. After checking to insure that Mary was ok, Joan slipped out the back door and walked back to the club to retrieve her own car which she drove home and parked.

Mary was still comatose when she returned. She dragged her into the house and stripped her. That interrupted her well thought out plans. The sight of Mary’s nicely put together body, ripe breasts, slim waist, and heavenly triangle was more than Joan could pass. She was unwilling to wait any longer. The needs of her body pushed all other thoughts away. She shed her clothes and lay down next to the naked sleeping girl. Reaching down, her hand captured her own needy bud. A flash of heat rushed up her body that threatened to consume her.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god, I neeeed this!”

She leaned in and wrapped her lips around one of Mary’s perky nipples. The heat turned to fire.

“Yes, yes, yes,”
her mind drummed out as her fingers played a symphony on her clitoris.

Joan had loved Mary from the moment she had met her and was sure that given enough time Mary would come to love her too. She spent the next half hour making love to Mary’s inert form.

With the waning of her sexual high reality returned. She reluctantly dragged herself away from her one sided love fest. She pulled Mary into the bedroom and hogtied her for the night. The adrenalin rush had long since worn off. Joan was wiped out and her new love was out for the night. She lay down on the bed and drifted off to sleep, dreaming of all the lovely things she and Mary would do together.

Mary’s struggling woke her up. It was just past first light. She peeked over the side of the bed and saw a baffled Mary looking up at her.

“Joan, what’s going on?”

“Hi, Mary.”

“Joan, what happened to me? How did I get here?”

“I brought you home, Mary,” Joan said. “You passed out.”

“I passed out?” Mary said incredulously. “But…but…”

Mary struggled to move. She rolled on her side.

“Joan, why am I tied up? I need to get going. I have a plane to catch.”

“Don’t worry about the plane, Mary. I’ll take care of it.”

“Joan, these ropes hurt. I don’t understand about the passing out or how I got here but these ropes hurt and you’re scaring me. I want you to untie me right now.”

“Mary, do you like me?” Joan asked.

“What? Of course I like you Joan. I think we’ve become pretty good friends but…”

“I love you, Mary,” Joan whispered.

“What?”

“I want us to be…more than friends, Mary. Do you think that you might like that?” Joan asked.

“Joan! What in god’s name are you talking about? I said I liked you but I don’t understand how I got here like this and I have to go. I need you to untie me.”

“Mary, I can’t right now,” Joan said.

“Huh? Look, Joan, this isn’t funny. Untie me!”

“Have you ever made love to a woman, Mary?”

“Joan, you’re really starting to scare me. I don’t like this.”

Joan rolled off of the bed and lay down next to Mary. She leaned in and kissed her cheek. She let her hands gently caress Mary’s shoulders.

“Mary,” she whispered, “I’m sorry that I’m going to have to keep you like this for a while but it’s only until you understand and…come to love me like I know you will.”

Mary’s comprehension of her situation finally crystallized in her mind. She was a captive. She was being kept by a woman who somehow had love twisted into a place in her mind that it was acceptable to keep another person confined until they came around to her vision of love. She shook her head to clear it and looked at her jailer.

“Joan, it’s not too late,” she said, “I won’t tell anyone. Just let me go and we’ll just forget this ever happened and I’ll…”

“No, Mary,” Joan interrupted forcefully, “I’m not going to let you go. You’re mine now. You belong to me and in time you will love me.”

Joan stood up and retrieved a gag from her bag.

“I’m sorry, honey, but I’m going to have to go out for a while and I can’t have you making enough noise to get someone in here. You’ve got a plane to catch but I’ll be back right after that.”

Even after the heightened security caused by 911 it’s scary how easy it is to use someone else’s boarding pass if you have their ID and you look similar. Joan left Mary’s car in long-term parking, checked in at a self serve kiosk and went through security without a hitch.

When the flight was called she waited until there was a bit of a line and the gate agent was rushed. She presented Mary’s boarding pass for scanning and stepped into the jet-way. She stood there for a few seconds until the woman was distracted with a mother and three kids then stepped back around her into the terminal. It would only be an overzealous flight attendant who insisted that her head count match exactly that would trip her up now. She doubted that would happen. In today’s rush for on-time departures they just wouldn’t take the time to verify a missed count. For all intents and purposes Mary had just left for a two week fun filled vacation in Cancun.

Joan took an airport shuttle to the Marriot, walked next door to the Hilton and then grabbed a cab to her house. All she needed to do now was to drive over to Mary’s, load her in the trunk and bring her home. Her stomach was turning flip flops. She had done it!

When she turned the corner at the end of Mary’s block the flip flops turned sour. Trouble was on Mary’s front porch ringing the doorbell. Mary’s ex had come for a visit. She pulled in next to his car and got out.

“Hi, James, what are you doing here?” she asked smoothly, hoping that Mary wouldn’t be able to make enough noise to attract his attention.

“Fuck you, Joan. I’m here to see Mary.”

Joan’s body was shaking. This controlling asshole was not known for letting anything go. He could spoil all of her plans.

“She’s not here, James. She left this morning for a two week trip to Cancun.”

“What? She didn’t say anything to me about that and anyway why are you here if she’s not here?”

Joan had already thought about that question. When Mary didn’t return from Cancun in two weeks someone was bound to ask. She assumed that a neighbor would mention that her car had been here and someone would wonder. She responded easily.

“She asked me to watch the place and water her plants,” she lied smoothly.

“That doesn’t make any sense,” he said, “she would have asked me to do it.”

“James, she broke up with you. She didn’t want anything more to do with you.”

“That’s bullshit, Joan, we were just having a rough spot but we were going to get back together.”

“No, James, you were not going to get back together. She told me that she was through with you”

In three strides James was on top of her. He grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her.

“You little lezzie bitch,” he screamed, “do you think I haven’t seen the way you look at her. You’ve been practically fucking drooling all over her. Why are you really here? Is she living with you? Are you here to get some of her things? Are you guys lovers?”

“God damn it, James, I told you that Mary went to Cancun. Now fucking let me go or I’m going to scream.”

James dropped his hands and walked back to his car.

“You haven’t seen the last of me, you little bitch, something is going on and I’m going to find out what.”

Joan was trembling as she pulled her car into Mary’s garage and closed the door behind her. James wasn’t going away. He could wreck her plans and she didn’t have a clue what to do about him. She walked to the bedroom.

Mary wasn’t where Joan had left her. She had managed to scrunch over to the night-stand and knock the phone off on the floor. Obviously she had been trying to dial using her nose but had not succeeded. Joan picked the phone back up.

“Mary,” she said with a trace of sadness, “I’m going to have to punish you for that. We can have a wonderful life together but you can’t be naughty or I will spank you.”

Mary screamed incoherently into her gag.

“Well, sweetie, you made the flight to Cancun so no one will be looking for you for the next two weeks. I’m going to take you to your new home now and make sweet love to you. I promise that in those two weeks I will teach you what love is really all about. I will train you to love me. I will teach you to want me. You’ll see. It will be so much nicer than how it was with James. You’ll see.”

Taken from the Gym – Chapter 2

The first few days were hard on Mary. Joan kept her on a short leash. She spent most of her days in a dungeon room that Joan had fixed for her in the basement and her nights on the floor next to Joan’s bed. Escape wasn’t an option. Joan kept her naked and shackled all of the time. In addition, the collar Mary wore around her neck was a high-tech dog fence collar that was set to incapacitate her if she should try to leave the house.