Sweet Submission

Sweet Submission
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ISBN:  9781907976353
Author:  Lia Anderssen
Word Count:  56,660
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'Get out of the car.'
   Laura hesitated for a moment. Then she swung a tentative foot out and climbed awkwardly from the vehicle.
   'Stand still, legs apart.'
   For a second Laura's instinct was to defy the voice, but she was alone, lost, bound and blindfolded. Her only hope lay in obedience, so she shuffled her feet a little apart and stood, her head high, waiting to see what would happen...

Laura Spender is living in her guardian's substantial mansion. She is beautiful, innocent, and bored. That is until the housekeeper, Cassandra, introduces her to the perils and pleasures of the flesh. Through varying degrees of bondage, corporal punishment and exhibitionism, Laura discovers a latent masochism lurking just below the surface of her naive exterior.

Through a series of licentious adventures, Laura succumbs to the shamelessness in her character, carrying out increasingly outrageous and perverse tasks until Cassandra puts her to the ultimate test, handing her over to a ruthless gang of motorcycle bikers. There, as she is used and abused by the relentless gang, she learns the true depravity of her nature. The question is, will she resist the perverse desires that inhabit her lovely young body, or will she surrender to the sweet submission of a life of sexual slavery?

The sun was warm on Laura's face as she made her way along the dusty track that led ever deeper into the wood. It was a beautiful morning, the sky a deep blue, the trees filled with singing birds. A squirrel ran across the track, pausing momentarily to stare at her before continuing on its way. Under any other circumstances she would have enjoyed every moment of it - but these were extraordinary circumstances.
   And by far the worst thing about the whole unpleasant predicament was the sure knowledge that someone, or something, lay in wait for her in the sinister surroundings. Cassandra had hatched some diabolical plot and, although Laura didn't know exactly what the woman had in mind for her, there seemed little doubt that she was to be the victim.
  Suddenly there was a commotion ahead. A bird fluttered up suddenly, squawking hysterically. Something had caused the creature to panic, but the question was, what? She listened intently, scanning the silent undergrowth and trees that lined the track on both sides, but could neither see nor hear anything to worry about. But still she was reluctant to advance. She looked back; there was nowhere for her to go in that direction except back to the gate, where she already knew there was no escape, and so she really had no choice but to press on.
   She wondered if she might be safer heading into the trees, having noticed a few game paths that wound into their depths and that were wide enough to allow her passage. But she feared she might become hopelessly lost if she did, and if she was to find the house Cassandra had spoken about, she dare not stray.
  She reached the spot where the bird had been spooked and peered amongst the trees. There was nothing unusual there; perhaps she was being too sensitive. After all, it was just a bird. There was nothing to be gained from creeping along, she told herself. It was time to move ahead.
   As she turned with renewed determination to find the house Laura all but bumped into the man. She yelped from the shock and found herself looking into an unshaven face. He was big, over six feet tall with a broad chest and bulging biceps. He wore a T-shirt that was streaked with oil stains and a pair of dirty torn jeans, and his solid arms were decorated with tattoos.
   'And where do you think you're going?' His voice was a low growl.
  'I...' Such was the shock Laura's throat was dry, and she was unable to speak, so he grabbed her arm impatiently, his grip strong, his fingers digging into her wrist. 'D-don't, you're hurting me!' she managed to cry.
   'Then answer my question,' he barked. 'What are you doing here?'
   'Nothing,' she wailed, both at the brutality of his treatment, and at the injustice of it. 'I was just walking, that's all.'
   'Didn't you see the signs?' he spat. 'This is private property.'
   'I'm sorry,' she gabbled, her head in a spin. 'I wasn't doing any damage. I'm just walking.'
   'No, you're trespassing,' he corrected belligerently. 'On private property.'
   She tried to pull away from him but he was far too strong for her. She was aware of the way her tight dress was gaping at the top, and she saw his beady eyes drop to the creamy upper swellings of her breasts. 'Please,' she begged. 'Let me go. You're hurting me.'
  And then he grinned a broad, gappy grin, and without warning stuffed a huge hand down into the bodice of her dress, possessively pawing a lusciously smooth breast before she could react defensively. Once Laura recovered a little from the shock and pace of the onslaught she tried to grapple the hand out of her clothing, but he was like a bear, immoveable, his muscles like iron.
   He mauled her crudely, his calloused hand squeezing her poor breast, and while she was distracted and squirming the other fumbled for and groped her bottom through the short tight garment. 'Let go of me... please,' she implored, breathing heavily from her exertions and inadvertently pressing her breast more firmly into his greedy palm. And such was her confusion and panic she also did not notice that as she squirmed and squealed, demanding he let her go, something rigid and hard pressed against her hip.
   'A gorgeous thing like you shouldn't wander around on your own,' he said, barely noticing her attempts to beat him off. 'Not on your own, and not on private property.'
   'Wh-what do you want from me?' she spluttered.
  'What I want is to teach you a lesson about what happens to trespassers around here. Now, let's get a proper look at you.' Then, without warning, he gripped her dress and savagely ripped it off, the material disintegrating and the buttons flying in all directions. Laura grabbed at it, trying her best to retain some vestige of modesty, but against the giant of a man she was helpless. He tugged again and the shredded garment simply fell away, leaving him holding a tattered rag as the naked girl tried desperately to cover her breasts and sex with her hands.
   'Please, give me back my dress,' she implored, but he just sneered.
   'What, this rag?' He tossed it aside, before adding menacingly, 'Now, you'll find out what we do to trespassers around here.'
   She tried to dodge out of the way but he grabbed her arm once more, shoving her off the track and back against a tree. Laura could scarcely believe what was happening. She tried to fend him off, but he simply took her wrists in one hand and pinned them against the tree above her head, leaving her naked body open to his hungry gaze, her breasts heaving as she searched for breath.
   With his free hand he began to maul her breasts again, taking his time a little more, sucking his teeth as he concentrated on the very pleasurable task of teaching her a lesson. He leered at her discomfort, running his hand down over her belly and lower, between her thighs. She tried to press them together, to deny him, but once again his strength was too much and a stubby finger wormed into her sex - which was shamefully already wet.
   Laura gave a stifled gasp as he clumsily found her clitoris. Despite her fear and her aversion to him, his disgraceful treatment of her was exciting her more than she cared admit, and once again the image of Belita loomed large in her fertile imagination. As he slipped a finger into her she could scarcely suppress a moan, her sex muscles tightening involuntarily about the invading digit.
   And her excitement was not lost on him as he crudely fingered her. 'You're loving this, aren't you?' he gloated.
   'Wh-what do you want of me?' she gasped.
  'I'm going to show you what we do to trespassers around here,' he said again. 'But first you're going to taste a real man's spunk.'
   She stared at him, her eyes wide. 'Please let me go,' she pleaded. 'I wasn't doing any harm. I was brought here against my will and left—'
   'Suck me nicely,' he cut over her rambling plea, 'and I might show a bit of sympathy.'
  Laura looked up into the man's eyes, and it was clear she had no choice but to surrender. So she hung her head and murmured, 'Okay, I'll do whatever you say.'
   'I know you will,' he sneered contemptuously. 'Now get down on your knees.'
  He released Laura's wrists, allowing her arms to fall to her sides. She stood for a moment, staring down, and then slowly dropped to her knees.
   Slowly, reluctantly, she reached up for his leather belt, her trembling fingers struggling with the heavy buckle. Once undone she fumbled the button of his jeans free, then slowly tugged down the zip.
   The man said nothing more, but stood with his hands on his hips, breathing heavily as he stared down at the submissive beauty kneeling at his feet.
   And so, summoning her resolve, Laura lifted her eyes and found herself gazing at a pair of tight briefs, stretched lewdly and monstrously. Knowing she had to go on, she curled her fingers into the waist of them and dragged them down, and as she did his cock sprang out in front of her spellbound face. It was large, the circumcised glans swollen and purple.
   For a moment Laura's plight was forgotten as she stared at the jutting penis with clandestine admiration. She could smell him now, the scent of his arousal sending secret shivers of excitement through her. Hesitantly, she reached up, wrapping her fingers about the shaft, feeling it pulse with life as she squeezed it inquisitively.
   'That's it, baby,' he murmured. 'Now suck it... go on, you know you want to.'
   Laura paused, then inched her head forward, opened her mouth and took him inside. His cock tasted salty and slightly bitter, but the sensation of having it between her lips triggered a fresh spasm inside her vagina, making her juices flow still more. She began to suck him, feeling his cock stiffen further, swelling to fill her mouth completely.
   He pressed his groin forward against her face until her nose nestled in his coarse pubic hair and he nudged the back of her throat, making her hum with suppressed alarm. 'Suck harder,' he ordered.
   Laura began to move her head back and forth, her hair sweeping his tree-like thighs. Her hands closed about his hefty balls, squeezing them as he pumped his cock between her stretched lips. She found herself suddenly detached from the moment, her fears and anxieties momentarily forgotten as she sucked him avidly, her senses overcome with animal lust for the taste and feel of the stiff erection in her mouth.
   He was fully aroused, his balls swinging against her chin, his cock forcing its way deeper and deeper into her throat. His fingers wormed into her hair, guiding the movement of her head to the tempo he required, Laura's breasts swaying firmly as she moved. She gripped his shaft, her fingers barely able to encircle its girth, moving the skin back and forth in time with his thrusts.
   He came suddenly, a stream of seed erupting from the tip of his bursting penis as he grunted his total satisfaction. It filled her throat, momentarily threatening to overwhelm her, and then she swallowed enthusiastically, drinking his offering as fast as each diminishing pulse supplied it.
   Breathing heavily he pulled his softening cock from her mouth, then pushed her backwards disdainfully. 'Not bad,' he said. 'Now, I think it's time you were punished for straying into this wood.'
   'But I thought that if I sucked you...' Laura grumbled, though she knew it was pointless.
   He sniggered gruffly. 'My, you are a naïve little thing, aren't you? Did you really think you'd get away without a thrashing?'
   Laura looked up at him in alarm. He was staring down at her, an expression of scorn on his face, and that prompted her to do what she did next, even though there was no real avenue of escape.
   She lunged at him.
   Pushing him backwards the rucked jeans around his calves did the rest and, with a shout of rage he toppled over onto his back like a felled tree. Laura was on her feet in a second, but hadn't reckoned for the man's reactions. He grabbed her ankle. Laura gave a despairing lunge but he was far too strong for her and she collapsed in a heap. He scrambled to his feet, stood over her naked form, and slowly pulled up and fastened his jeans. Then he pulled the belt out of the loops and doubled it over in his fist.
   'Right, little missy,' he hissed quietly. 'Time to teach you a lesson you won't forget.'

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