As a result of her town displeasing the sadistic general who rules what remains of America five centuries in the future, eighteen-year-old Jenna Caprio has been chosen to be “subjugated” by Captain Bradley Clark, one of the general’s best officers. Upon being chosen, Jenna receives a pair of red lace panties and a letter outlining in explicit detail all of the intimate and embarrassing ways she is to prepare herself for the captain’s arrival.
When he is assigned the task of subjugating an innocent, beautiful young woman as a lesson to her neighbors, Bradley is horrified. Yet if he fails to punish and shame the girl in a believable fashion, he risks arousing suspicion and exposing his membership in an underground resistance organization dedicated to the tyrannical general’s downfall. So Bradley will do what he must. He will dominate Jenna utterly, spanking her long and hard for any defiance, and then he will publicly claim her in every way possible.
The situation quickly becomes more complicated after Jenna inadvertently discovers Bradley’s secret, however. Knowing his true convictions, she can’t help trusting him, nor can she fully hide the shameful pleasure his mastery of her body brings her. Soon enough she is falling in love with the very man whose duty is to subjugate and humiliate her, but when the need arises, will she risk everything that she has—and even her very life—to aid his cause?
Author: Emily Tilton
eBook Price: $4.95
Length: 62,700 words
Anal. No. He couldn’t possibly. But Mrs. Trest’s words about a husband being with his wife in any way he wanted came to back to her.
He stroked her hip idly and then, gently, he pulled his cock out of her pussy. It felt much softer than it had been. Was that how cocks worked? After all, how could men walk around all day with something so hard between their legs? Their cocks would stick out, wouldn’t they?
His hand came down gently on her bottom, and she gave a questioning little whimper. The pain of the whippings had faded into a terrible warmth that seemed one with the warmth between her legs.
“Before I go, Jenna, I want to see your anus. Reach back and spread your bottom-cheeks for me.”
Oh, no. Her hands trembled, but his belt had taught her obedience. She reached up and took her punished cheeks in her fingers, pulled them apart, and moaned at the sensation of the red lace, still there, under the fingers of her left hand. Even with so little experience of fucking, she knew somehow that to be fucked in one’s panties carried a special shame, as if the man who fucked you told you that he didn’t care that you had put on your underwear because you thought that your pussy and bottom wouldn’t be demanded of you for his pleasure.
“Look at that asshole.” He laid a finger on it, and Jenna shivered and cried out in surprise and alarm. “You wouldn’t think I could put my cock in there, would you? But I promise you, folks, that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”