Enticed into Submission

[chris2c4u]

A thread for Ambrosia an myself...feel free to PM with comments.

The house had been christened Orange Blossom by Lange Christianson when he had it built in celebration of his marriage to Sable. They had lived there now for nearly a year and he was enjoying married life. He had married later in life and couldn't believe his luck when Sable had said yes. She was so beautiful, intelligent, charming; she fitted in with his friends and enjoyed the new found luxury his wealth afforded them.

Lange was away on business the day the package arrived for his wife. She had just finished an early morning swim and headed to the kitchen for breakfast in her white robe, towelling her hair slowly as she walked barefoot across the cool marble floor. Rosina the maid had just finished making toast and they chatted for a few minutes when the doorbell rang. Rosina went to answer it and returned with a small package wrapped in brown paper, the label stuck to it proclaimed Sable Christianson's name in a typewritten font and the word "Personal" stamped in red.

Sable Looked at the package; she wasn't expecting even a letter, let alone this. She tore the paper off and revealed a cardboard box. She removed the lid and found an envelope and in some protective plastic, a cell phone and charger. She blinked and put the lid on the box, instinctively cvering it secretly so Rosina wouldn't get curious. She opened the letter.

Sable,
At 2pm this afternoon you will receive a call on the phone. It is very important that you answer it in private. You will get further instructions then. If you ignore this letter and the call the bargain you made before your marriage will be revealed to people close to you.

Sable swallowed, her heart jumping. So - oblique - so...Could someone know? Have found out? She glanced at Rosina's back and tried to look calm, to eat the toast drink her orange juice. She bit her lip, looking at the clock, waiting for the call.

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He sat at his desk thinking she will have received the package by now. He smiled to himself as he felt himself becoming excited at the thought of her torment as she was waiting as the long hours dragged by, waiting to know whether she was right about what the letter meant.

He picked up the phone and dialled the cell phone, pleased that it only rang once before she answered it, her voice nervous as she breathed, "hello? Who is this?"

"You have to listen very carefully Sable, as you have a test to perform. Don't interrupt. You know I know your secret and you know I will tell your husband - the scandal will ruin him and your marriage will be finished. You will do exactly as you're told, do you understand?" He waited as a silence dragged slowly out until her small voice said, "What do you want me to do?"

He gave her an address on the other side of town. "You're to go there after this call where you will meet a man called Tony. You will go with him and do everything he asks of you. Anything he wants, you will do for him. If he wants you to stay with him tonight, you will do it, is that clear? I know your husband is away Mrs. Christianson- I know everything about you. Just to prove I know all about your past there are pictures of your mother on the phone along with a text of a certain agreement you made."

He repeated the address and made sure she had it before ending the call and ringing another number.

"Tony - yes, I'm sure it's on for this afternoon. Yes, you can keep her overnight until about 10am. Yes, that's right, she's a very fresh sub. Very new to it - make sure your instructions ar clear, she might be innocent of the lifestyle - for the moment."

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ The day had started out pleasant enough, as most days did in her life. She had awakened to Lange, already down between her legs, the gentle caress of his tongue awakening her out of an equally erotic dream, except in the dream it had been, who this time? Brad Pitt? No, wait, Mel Gibson, who was between her legs, lapping hungrily at her pussy. Her eyes had fluttered open to see the dark head of her Husband, buried between her open thighs. He was groaning, grunting slightly as he licked at her, his tongue dipping within her dampening folds, sliding inside her.. a thick finger rolled over her emerging clit, bringing forth a gasp from his wife.

Sable closed her eyes once more, lifting her hips to her Husband's hungry mouth, one hand gripping the bed under her, the other wrapping her fingers into his short hair. Her head rocked side to side as he feasted upon her. She screamed out her orgasm as she came, he drinking every drop of her warm fluids as she writhed on the bed. A moment later, he mounted his young, beautiful wife. It did not take him long to explode inside the tightness of her dripping, heated pussy.

"what a way to start a business trip" he murmered, rolling off her, he bathed in sweat, she moaning as she took a deep breath.

The day had started out pleasant enough, Lange had showered and left for his trip. Sable had decided to take a morning dip in the pool before showering. She was heading to the kitchen, her robe wrapped about her naked form. She liked swimming naked, and their pool afforded them the privacy to do so. A shake of her head sent her long chocolate brown hair cascading down over her shoulders, those damp curling waves dancing around her face. She chatted with Rosina, the maid, and again had to wonder if Lange were doing her. Not that it mattered to Sable. She liked her life and was not about to give it up, even if he slept with the maid.

Sable lived the good life. The young wife of an older man, who made his money in the stock business. Boring to her. But he was good at it. Everyday he went to work, and left her home, to enjoy all the toys and pleasantries that money could buy. Coming from the upbringing she had, this was almost heaven to her.

Sable came from the poorist of the poor. Her parents were missionaries. They did not start out that way. Both were born in upper state New York, and were pretty regular people. Once married, they joined the Mission Group, and were sent to the wilds of South America. It was there that Sable was conceived and born. She grew up among the poorest people that her parents tried to help. At the age of 12, both her parents were killed during a raging storm that hit the South American coast. She was left alone, in a small village buried in the jungles off the coast. A village family took her in, but not out of the kindness of their hearts. She became a child servant, cooking, cleaning, taking care of the baby. Sable hated it, but knew no other life. She was a smart girl, her parents having been diligent about schooling her. At the age of 16, Sable had blossomed into a beautiful girl, and the father in the family began to... become a bit to interested in her. The mother, realizing what was happening, quickly took matters into her own hands. Sable was sold, sold to a man, it mattered not to the poor family who the man was. He paid good money for the gorgeous girl. What he did was sell girls for wives. Sable was kept in a home with several other girls her own age, until she was 18 years old.

She was then offered for sale, via the internet, to the highest bidder who wished a young, beautiful wife. What made her unique was that she was exotic looking, yet American blood ran thru her veins. Lange was the highest bidder, an older business man, seeking that young, obediant, trophy wife. Sable was perfect. She was 19 years old, He was in his late 40's. When Lange came to pickup his prize, he acutally had a diamond ring, and he proposed to her. She had no choice but to say yes, it had to be better than that horrible man selling women.

That had been last summer. The wedding happening over the 4th of July weekend. She had made a beautiful bride, albeit a reluctant one. Lange had paid handsomely for her beauty and her virginity, and he showed both off by dressing her in a stunning ivory white gown. She was radiant looking, stunning, and many wondered where he had found such a young beauty. Sable was sweet, intelligent, her schooling had been continued during those 2 years she lived with the other girls. She was funny and charming and easily won over Lange's most skeptical of friends.

That night he took her virginity.

She was now 20. They had just celebrated their 1st anniversary, and she was looking forward to a promised trip to Hawaii at the end of the summer. Lange had been good to her, and she was enjoying her life. Yes she had been bought like a common slave. But none of that mattered to her anymore. No one knew that. They all thought he had met the stunning beauty on a cruise to South America. That was fine with her. Lange had told her in no uncertain terms that if anyone found out he had bought her, that he had been the highest bidder on a wife/slave purchasing website, his name, his reputation, would be ruined. Not to mention it was illegal. Sable may not have been in love with Lange, but he had treated her wonderfully, to hurt him, or herself for that matter, was out of the question.

Rosina had left the kitchen to water the flowers outside the front door. She returned with a package in her hand. Sable had not ordered anything, so the package puzzled her. Thinking that maybe Lange had something sent for her, she opened it, only to find the cell, a charger and a note...

Sable,
At 2pm this afternoon you will receive a call on the phone. It is very important that you answer it in private. You will get further instructions then. If you ignore this letter and the call the bargain you made before your marriage will be revealed to people close to you.

What the hell??????? The note made her blood run cold, and she nearly dropped the cell phone from her shaking fingers. Rosina asked if she was ok, Sable barked at her, sent her away, and quickly hid in her bedroom. What the hell was this all about??

2:00 seemed like centuries away as she waited. She was supposed to have gone shopping with her friends, but she was much too nervous now to go, begging off, saying she was not feeling well.

At 2:00 on the nose, the cell phone rang. Sable was in her room, sitting on the bed.

"hello? Who is this?" she nearly demanded, keeping her voice steady, even tho she was shaking..

"You have to listen very carefully Sable, as you have a test to perform. Don't interrupt. You know I know your secret and you know I will tell your husband - the scandal will ruin him and your marriage will be finished. You will do exactly as you're told, do you understand?"

"what did you want me to.... do?" she whispered, the room felt as if it had gone ice cold..

He gave her an address on the other side of town. "You're to go there after this call where you will meet a man called Tony. You will go with him and do everything he asks of you. Anything he wants, you will do for him. If he wants you to stay with him tonight, you will do it, is that clear? I know your husband is away Mrs. Christianson- I know everything about you. Just to prove I know all about your past there are pictures of your mother on the phone along with a text of a certain agreement you made."

Sable's eyes widened. He wanted her to ... what? Stay all night? With another... MAN? What the fuck??? The phone clicked off, and Sable had to resist the urge to throw it across the room. He said He knew, who she was, what she was. And that there were.. pictures. With shaking fingers she opened the phone once more, easily finding the pictures. There she was, at 16 years old, the man, her *mother* which was the village woman who had sold her. There were more, several of Sable in the home, with the other girls, the ad on the internet advertising the
*exotic, american blooded female, virginal, 18, intelligent, classy, a beauty to all who behold her. She would make the perfect, obediant, wife, for any red blooded American man, tired of the whining women, tired of the women who always want something in return, tired of the dating and bar scene. Sable is just what you are looking for*
Lange paying the Man for Sable, as she stood there, naked.
She dropped the phone then, collasping onto her bed, sobbing into her pillow...

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But she had to go, she could not just sit in her room and cry. If she didn't , god help her, this Man, this voice on the other end of the phone, would ruin her, and Lange's life.
Sable stared at the address she had written down. She knew that hotel. She had never been in there, but she had seen it enough times. Who was this .... man.. she was to meet... Tony. Was He the one on the phone? Her first thoughts were no, He was not. What would He expect her to do? Sleep with him? The thought made her shiver with disgust. She may have dreamed of other men taking her, but she was faithful to Lange, even if he did not always turn her on.

Sable knew, in order to find out what the fuck was going on, she would have to do as the voice on the phone told her. She quickly showered and dressed, wearing nothing fancy. A long black skirt, her suede black boots, and a white tank top. Over that she tied a white blouse. She ran her fingers thru her dark curly hair, and headed out, telling Rosina she was meeting some friends for lunch and that she would be going to a movie. The maid nodded "I may be late, so don't worry. Just lock up and I will see you tomorrow"... Lange would not be calling. He usually never called when he was away. Which was ok with Sable, she knew his mind was on his business, especially now after he had fucked her that morning. He would be ready for another go round when he got back, that was for sure, more than likely in the back of the limo, he had already told her to be at the airport when he arrived.
Sable got into her own car and headed out.....

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Once at the hotel, she had the valet park her car, and she headed into the lush main lobby. She had been instructed to head to room 1034, which just happened to be, the Penthouse. She did not bother to stop along her way up, she slipping into the elevator without even being seen. The doors opened on the top floor, where she stepped directly into... the Penthouse. No door, no knocking, no preparation. The elevator door swooshed shut behind her, leaving her alone, waiting for Tony. She was too afraid to say anything, and just stood there.. ~


Lange Christianson

Sable

 

[chris2c4u]

Tony walked over from the widow that overlooked the city; a slow walk, measured and caught Sable's eye. He smiled as the elevator doors closed behind her his gaze running over her body. He was a wiry man whose age Sable couldn't really gauge. His hair was thinning somewhat but dark, slicked back on his pale skinned skull. His adam's apple bobbed prominent in his throat as she felt him studying her.

He pulled a slightly bony hand from the pocket of his chinos and offered it to her in greeting. She frowned - what did he think he was doing?

"Hello Sable, it's very nice to see you in the flesh," he said, approaching her and trying to kiss her cheek. She flinched back and her nostrils flared as she almost instinctively raised her hand to slap his face.

"I'm glad you didn't do that," he said with a smile on his tight lips. She swallowed, her knuckles whitening as her hands rolled into impotent fists.

"Why am I here?" she asked, her voice low, trying to stop it shaking with a mixture of anger and fear.

"Ah," Tony kept his enigmatic smile as he stepped towards another room. "Coffee? Tea? Anything you want?"

She shook her head and followed him into a kitchen; she wondered if he lived here in the hotel. He poured himself a mineral water and she watched it fizz slightly as he drank before coming back towards her.

"Why are you here? To bring me - pleasure." It was Sable's turn to swallow. Her eyes narrowed and she shook her head. "You're a sick bastard," she began before he held up his hand and shook his palm back and forth a little along with his head.

"Don't make it worse for yourself or I'll have to punish you."

She turned and punched a button on the elevator.

"I wouldn't think of leaving." He walked over; in the silence that ensued she could hear the soft creak from the leather of his shoes before she felt his breath on her neck.

"I don't know what it is but I know our mutual - contact - knows something about you that means you'll do exactly as you're told. Won't you?" She shuddered as she felt him push the soft curls of her hair aside. Tears formed in her eyes and one slowly rolled down her cheek as she stood with her head bowed and he kissed the side of her neck. The elevator door opened, waited a moment and then closed again.

He ran his hands over the bare skin of her waist and she didn't turn.

"You have a lovely body," he said as she felt him standing close, pressing against her ass. She swallowed a sob. "I want to see more of it." His hands ran up her front under the short top to caress her breasts; she groaned, feeling sick, her arms coming forward, her back hunching as he mauled her.

Suddenly he stopped, she could feel him moving away a little.

"Remove your clothes," he ordered, simply. She stood still, gathering ragged breaths before tugging at the blouse, loosening it.

"Turn around," he said and slowly she obeyed, letting the blouse slip off her shoulders her eyes cast down. Tony sat on the cream leather sofa and sipped the mineral water, waiting for her to slowly undress before him.

She looked up, wiping a tear from her eye. "Why? Why not go and get some classy whore to do this for you?"

He sighed, put the mineral water down on the low coffee table and stood up and walked over to her. He put his hand on her jaw and stroked it. "Because they feel nothing, they are - as you say - whores. Professionals. With you, it's different. So much better to know how humiliated you already feel, don't you?" He stroked her cheek and she blushed. He gave a short, soft laugh before moving back a little, like a painter getting the right place to see his composition.

"Take off your top," he said, his voice steelier now. She crossed her arms and pulled off the tank top, revealing her firm breasts to another man for the first time since her marriage. He was very appreciative of them, coming close and lifting them, as if weighing them, assessing her. He met her eyes quickly and she wanted to spit in his face.

"Carry on," he said, stepping back.

She looked at him with an air of defiance in her gaze and dropped the skirt, kicking it away. Her eyes were on his now. She unzipped the boots and let them skitter away across the floor, standing now in just her panties. He mockingly clapped her defiant strip.

"How does that feel, Sable," he asked and she made no response.

"How does it feel?" he said it again, louder and she knew she had him, for now. Slowly she raised her arm and then her middle finger. and punched the air with it, her other hand on her hip, jutting out to the side.

She saw his face twitch at the side, saw him try to restrain himself before he barked, "get those panties off. Do it now."

With no pretense of eroticism she let the panties fall around her ankles. Slowly he walked towards her, his eyes on hers, the dance of power between them becoming electric. He stood close, she could feel the silk of his shirt against her nipples, feel the heat of his body against her nakedness. He reached out to clamp his bony paw on her sex; she twitched at the touch of his clammy hand. Her stare didn't waver into his eyes but again there appeared his smile. She wriggled a little as he forced a finger between the lips of her sex and drove it into her tight pussy. She drew in a breath then stood still.

"You like that don't you?" He said, his mouth close to her lips as his finger stroked her inside. "Say yes Master, I do."

Her lips curled in a derisive smile until he reached up with his other hand and clawed her breast, his talon like fingers circling her nipple and then holding, tugging. His voice again entered her head as she lurched forward in pain. He sounded desperate but she winced in unacustomed agony.

"Say yes Master, I do," he squealed as he penetrated her and tugged her breast.