Free Forced Submission by Claire Thompson Page A

come after her in the night without her hearing him first
as he unlocked the cage door to get at her.
    She began to count, both as a way to calm her jangled
nerves, and to measure the passing minutes. When she’d reached two hundred
forty-six, she became aware of the low rumble of his snoring. She continued to
lie still as stone for another one hundred seconds before daring to turn from
her side to her stomach.
    She cradled her head in her arms and closed her eyes. There
was a thin blanket on this cage floor, as there had been on the one in the
closet, and she pulled at it to cover herself. She began to practice the
breathing exercises she’d learned in her yoga class. She imagined her mind as
an empty, clear pool of water as she breathed in slow and deep. She counted to
four as she held her breath and then let it out slowly, and then to five, and
then to six…
     
    Mia awoke some time later with a start and a cry, jerked
from a nightmare. It only took a second for her mind to snap completely awake,
her body tensed and ready for attack.
    She put her hand over her mouth to quiet herself, listening
hard for any indication that Ellis was awake. After a moment, she heard his
quiet, even snore and let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding.
    The room was still dark but from the corner of the cage,
just beyond the end of the bed she could see a glimmer of light seeping through
a chink in the curtains. She was somewhat amazed she’d been able to sleep at
all. She didn’t feel rested, however. Her eyes burned and her gut was churning,
her shoulder and hip aching against the floor of the cage.
    Mia tried not to think about what had happened to her, aware
she would shift into full panic mode if she allowed herself to dwell on it.
Instead she lay quietly, taking a mental inventory of her body. The skin on her
back and ass felt tender, and her asshole was sore, but otherwise she was
reasonably intact.
    Her hand slipped down to her waxed pussy. It was strange to
feel the smooth, soft skin beneath her fingertips where pubic hair should be.
Her fingers moved down, slipping into the cleft between her legs. Her clit
stirred beneath her touch, and she felt shame moving through her as she
recalled the way he’d made her come again and again, in spite of the terrifying
circumstances.
    Her body had betrayed her, giving in to his relentless and
skillful touch. It was so confusing to reconcile that blinding pleasure with
the very real pain to which he’d subjected her, even in the midst of her
orgasms. What had he said?
    You’ll learn to associate the pain of a beating with the
pleasure of sexual release, until the two are so intertwined in your psyche
that you will require the one to experience the other.
    Was such a thing even possible? And why would he want that
of her? Who the hell was Ellis Hughes? And more to the point, how had she been
so completely fooled by him?
    He had seemed so genuine. During their email exchanges he’d
seemed interested in her, without being smarmy or weird. How happy and filled
with anticipation she’d been when she’d arrived at his beautiful home, all her
worldly possessions crammed into her car. She’d been eager to start her new job
and her new life.
    When he’d pulled open the door, his dazzling smile had
literally taken her breath away. For a second she’d actually had a fantasy
that, though he’d only hired her as a glorified secretary, they might somehow
fall in love, like something out of an old movie starring Spencer Tracy and
Katherine Hepburn.
    How could she reconcile that man with the monster who’d
revealed himself so soon after her arrival? Did he have some kind of split
personality? Would he wake in the morning, horrified to discover a naked woman
in a cage beside his bed?
    Hope flared for a second at the possibility, but quickly
sputtered out. There was no split—Ellis Hughes was evil, through and through.
Which left the question she didn’t want to entertain—what