Chapter 4: Monica's First Submission

 

Sam had released Monica from the pole, but left her gagged with her wrists locked behind her back. He led her from the room into a hall, and without the hood, she could see they were in an old stone passage. It looked like a real dungeon, with moldy old rock walls and dim lights hanging from the rough stone ceiling.

"This was an old Spanish fortress, built over three centuries ago. I built my villa on top of it, but it comes in handy for times such as these," he said, acting like he was a tour guide.

If not for the gag, Monica would have made a rude statement about his nonchalant description of what she considered a prison. She was sure the girls were here somewhere and all she could think about was seeing them again. She would abase herself in any way he wanted, if it could lessen their misery and maybe give her the chance to see them again. At least that was what she kept telling herself, even though her body still quaked with fear at the prospect of sexually acquiescing to Sam.

They came to a heavy metal door that he opened, revealing a staircase climbing up into bright white light. As she climbed the stairs, she saw that they emerged back inside his villa, but her mind remained below, worrying about the girls. He led Monica up another set of stairs and to his bedroom. Once inside he guided her into his bathroom, where he removed her shackles and gag. Then he ordered her to take a shower before joining him in his room.

After Monica was left alone, she looked at herself in the mirror, her disheveled hair and streaked makeup making her look alien to herself. She started crying, but then he entered again and said, "In the shower bitch, no time to feel sorry for yourself now. If you are not done in ten minutes, then you get to watch Megan feel the lash, just like Maria."

He left her alone after barking at her and she quickly stripped and took her shower, working fast to meet his deadline. Her mind was numb knowing she would soon be required to offer up her body for his pleasure. But she kept reminding herself that she was doing this for the girls' sakes, even though she wondered if he would honor his promise. But she had no choice; resistance would definitely cause Meg the same kind of painful experience Maria already underwent.

After she stepped from the shower and toweled herself off, she took a brush by the sink and combed out her long blonde hair, not having enough time to dry it. She meekly exited the bath to see Sam sitting in a large leather wingback chair. She walked over to face him, using both of her hands cover her blonde bush and her upper arms trying to conceal her large breasts.

Pointing to a pile of clothes on the bed, Sam said, "Get dressed."

She saw the small pile of black lacy garments and she took the panties first, slipping them up her long legs. Then she found the bra, nearly translucent and a size too small, which she put on, having to squeeze her breasts into the smallish cups. Finally, she picked up the dress, which was also quite sheer with floral patterns printed on the fabric. She slid it over her head and once adjusted, she looked extremely sexy, even with damp hair and no makeup.

"Dance for me Monica," he said.

She was shocked by his command and tried to obey, but she looked stiff and uncomfortable as she tried to do as he wished. He then threatened to beat Megan again if she did not improve her performance, and though scared and unsure, Monica soon enhanced her gyrations. She started to look sexy, as she writhed erotically in front of him.

"Now you will slowly strip, enticing me as you do it," he ordered.

Wondering why he just did not take her, and confused by this turn of events, Monica slowly peeled the dress off her toned body. She slid the shoulder straps down her arms and slowly pulled the bodice down, until it pooled at her ankles. Then she stepped out of it before kicking it aside. Next, she started to paw at her breasts, squeezing and caressing them through the meager bra. Though what she was doing was revolting to her, she could not deny the strange sexual sensations that started to manifest inside her. Too many years without sex had left her vulnerable, and strutting her near naked body in front of Sam had awakened a dormant need inside her.

As she danced, Sam said, "Admit it Monica, you need me, you need a man to take you and use you. You have denied your desires too long; it is time to surrender to your sexual desires."

"No," she whispered, though her sex was now slick with the juices of her arousal.

"Yes, you do Monica, and you know it. Now show me your tits," he said with a wicked smile etched on his face.

She unclasped the bra and let it fall, taking her orbs in her hands and squeezing them. What was he doing? Her mind was in turmoil, and yes, her body craved intimate attention, but under these circumstances her moral sensibilities could not accept it.

"You can feel the heat building inside you woman, don't deny it, you want my cock inside you, now say it!" Sam demanded.

"Yesss," she purred, partly obeying his command, but also prompted by the itch growing inside her sex. Yes, you bastard, she thought, I want to feel a cock inside my pussy, but why does it have to be like this?

"Now the panties, show me what you have to offer me," he said.

She slid the tiny panties down her legs and turned around. Then, much to her own surprise, she bent over and spread her legs to give him a clear view of her sex, now saturated with her juices.

"On your knees and crawl between my legs," he said, and without even a slight hesitation, her body obeyed.

Once between his strong thighs, he said, "Take it out and suck it Monica."

She fumbled with his fly but managed to pull it down, finding his cock inside it with no underwear to impede her. She pulled the semi-erect member from his pants and felt it throb in her hands. It had started out as an ordeal, but now that Monica had chosen to surrender to her desires, she willingly took the cock between her lips. It felt so good as she sucked on it. Her pussy twitched when it swelled and hardened inside her moist mouth. Any thoughts about her girls or why she was doing this were temporarily absent, and for now she was simply living in the moment.

Sam was impressed with her behavior, not just because it showed her need for sex, but also because the cameras recording this would help to twist Meg and Maria's perceptions of Monica. Divide and conquer, he thought, knowing that perverting the girls' view of Monica would help to dissolve any misgivings that could hinder his ultimate plan for them. He needed a good long show of her enthusiastic eroticism to convince them that Monica was now his willing sexual submissive.

Once his cock was hard as a rock, he said, "Undress me," as he stood up, his erect organ sliding from Monica's eager mouth. She undid his belt and pants, lowering them to the floor and then removing them as he stepped out of them. Then she stood up and removed his shirt, revealing a chiseled chest lightly covered with hair.

Once he was naked and the two stood facing each other, he took her head in his hands and planted a deep and sensual kiss on her lips, his tongue snaking into her mouth. The aroused woman could not resist, so she reciprocated, deeply kissing the man who was ultimately corrupting her. His hands reached down and cupped her buttocks, pulling her closer to him. She responded by grinding her hips against his, feeling his hard cock rubbing against her belly.

He broke away from the kiss and said, "Tell me what you want Monica."

Her need for sex was now the only thing on her mind and surprising herself, she sexily said, "Fuck me Sam."

"Please fuck me Master," he replied.

"Please fuck me...Master," she repeated, feeling reviled and aroused all at once.

"Kneel on that chair," he ordered, as he spun her around to see the one behind her.

She knelt on it, facing the back of the chair, as she felt his hot body pressing against hers. He slid his cock to the entrance of her pussy and nudged the head into the slick folds, causing her to moan loudly with an intense desire she could no longer deny.

"Now beg me to fuck you Monica," he said, as he was wrapping his hands around her body to begin kneading her tits.

"PLEASE FUCK ME MASTER!" she yelled, aching to feel his cock deep inside her long unused sex.

Sam obliged her by driving his cock all the way into her belly with his hips slapping hard against her tight butt cheeks. She cried out in delight, remembering how wonderful a cock felt inside her pussy. He fucked her hard and fast, pounding their flesh together and making Monica squeal in carnal abandon. It felt like there was a white-hot poker inside her, skewering her libido and forcing her to submit to her own long-denied desires.

After he had pumped her for quite a while, taking her to the brink of an orgasm, he grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to the bed. On her back now, he pulled Monica's legs wide apart and entered her again. Now that Sam was facing her, he fucked her with wild abandon. Her eyes were glazed as he stared down at the impaled woman, seeing she was rapidly approaching an orgasm.

Looking down at the delirious woman, he said, "Come for me slave, let it all go!"

She could feel the orgasm building to a crescendo and screamed, "YESSS! I'm coming, fuck me hard, fuck me, fuck me...MASTER!"

Her head thrashed as Sam felt her pussy convulsing in unbridled release, working hard to milk his cock of its precious juices. But he was prepared, having taken Katia before they awakened Monica. He also took one of those blue pills, just so he could fuck Monica senseless. And that is exactly what he did, tossing her about like a rag doll and shafting her in positions she had never even imagined.

For over an hour he ravaged the willing MILF, until she was nearly incoherent from the multiple orgasms that had coursed through her body. The finale came with him pumping his cock and shooting his come all over her face, leaving her coated in his milky white discharge. She was a sweaty mass of overused womanhood, sprawled across his bed and barely aware of her surroundings.

While Monica was still in a swoon of sexual satisfaction, he cuffed her wrists and ankles, securing them to the four corners of the bed. Nice time was over; the video he had just made would be sufficient for his purposes. She could now start her proper training, which would teach her that bondage and pain would be the mainstay of her new life. He left her there for now, eager to see how his other trainees were faring.