This story explores humiliation and domination but from a context which is consensual. I am very interested in the reaction it brings to woman interested in submission or rape or abduction fantasies. Please if you are female and find these fantasies erotically stimulating. Email me and tell me how the context of this story changed things for you. Tell me what took the erotic out of it or what elements aroused you.
If any one thinks this is good enough to submit to the story area, please let me know. I would be happy to submit it.
Thanks
Jerry
===== Female Assassin =====
She was told that woman would be in charge of her training for the next six weeks. The lieutenant pointed to a woman sitting at the bark bench twenty feet from them. Carol was some where in the middle of New York's Central Park and about to enter training with the CIA as an international assassin. She was thrilled.
"Are you sure she is the best?"
"Capt. you were sponsored in this program by an officer so high up, I can't mention his name. He personally picked Dr. Troy for your trainer. The Dr. is indisputably the best. When she is done with you, you won't think twice about walking up the steps of the Kremlin with a loaded bazooka. You will have no inhibitions, no fear of anything and you will have the technical know how to pull it off."
"But I don't know if you know her reputation. She is tough and while I don't know exactly her methods, they are secret. But I know they are unorthodox and I just want to be sure you really want to do this?"
"I have been waiting all my life for this. Nothing could stop me now. I am ready for what ever she has to throw at me. Lieutenant, I will see you in six weeks with my license to kill in hand. Thank you and dismissed."
Carol strode up to the Dr. with out hesitation. She stood in front of her and extended her hand to shake. " I am Carol, your charge for the next six weeks."
She looks at her. Her eyes drill into hers. The Dr. remained silent. Then after an uncomfortable pause "I know who you are. What I need to know is are you willing to learn?"
"I am. And I must say you come highly recommended."
"You are welcome to leave my training at any time."
"I will not give up no matter how hard you make it on me. I can do this job and I intend to prove it."
The Dr. looks at her with all of her attention. But she sees that her eyes dart around as she is actually paying attention to everything around her as well. "Walk with me, dear. I have something to show you."
The Dr. heads off in the direction of a crowd of people gathered around a street performer. A equestrian patrol officer is nearby. "See that performer. He is completely at ease with everybody's attention on him. he doesn't care how silly he might appear or if people are laughing with him or at him. That is how he is successful. Your job requires that nobody see you but to do that job well you can't hide because you are afraid someone will see you. You must act with out reaction to that fear. You must quench the fear of doing anything anytime or in front of any body."
Carol nods but only partially understands. She is confident that the Dr. will explain herself and things will make sense.
"Carol, how many people are here?"
"Twenty two. Seventeen men and four woman, one police officer on a horse. Half over 30 the youngest is a woman she is eighteen or nineteen. There is only one gun. That is in the police officers holster. And those two are having an affair. It looks like the woman is the one cheating on her husband."
"Very good. Impressive. What do you think my next question will be?"
"How did you know those two were having an affair?"
"No. It is how much do you fear these people's opinion of you?"
"I don't sir. Not at all."
"Take all of your clothes off right here right now. Then bend over and turn your naked ass toward me and wait to be spanked like a child."
Carol now understood just exactly how afraid she was of what these people thought of her. She was attractive enough. In fact very attractive. And those people wouldn't do anything but watch with great curiosity. The police officer might give her trouble. But physically he was no match at all for the training she had already had. She could drop him while he was still on his horse.
But the Dr. was right. She was still scared of what they might think of her. She knew she had to dance like nobody was looking. With only the slightest hesitation, which would have been imperceptible to anyone else but the Dr., she turned to face the crowd of people.
They were all watching the street performer. But Carol knew they would soon be looking at her. With out a further word to the Dr., she began to unbutton her blouse. She unhooked her bra and with one movement removed both blouse and bra. She allowed them to drop to the ground while she reached for the button at the top of her jeans.
No one looked her way yet. She had her jeans unzipped and she held the hem of her panties with the top of her jeans. She leaned down pushing the jeans and panties down to her ankles. Stepping out of the pants, panties and shoes as she stood up. Carol was naked in Central Park.
The first person caught a glimpse of a naked woman and turned around. Embarrassed, he quickly turned back. Carol chuckled, knowing that the sound of her laughter would bring everybody's attention.
Her tits were erect in the park breeze. Her pussy was dark and extended. Not from arousal but her inner lips naturally protruded. Her East Indian heritage lend her naturally pronounced features. Both sets of lips were full, pouty and dark colored. Her slender figure was fully lit by sunshine.
Carol turned her ass to the Dr. as instructed and bend over ready to be spanked. The Dr. took on the look of someone who was just aghast of the circumstances. She took several steps back and shook her head and pointed. "Oh my God. What is she doing? My God! My God!" The Dr. said this in her best imperiled helpless woman voice. Carol didn't flinch. She remained in the position she was told to assume waiting to be spanked.
Carol knew if any body had not heard her chuckle, they surely would have heard the Dr.'s protest. She knew every body was looking at her now. She knew the cop must have seen her. She imagined that he was enjoying this as much as anyone else and would probably be very slow to put a stop to it.
Everyone including the street performer stopped and stood staring at Carol's naked body, with puzzled looks on their face wondering why she was stooped over with her ass the highest part of her body. Carol reasoned that if the Dr. wasn't going to spank her, should she stop or improvise. What would Dr. Troy want her to do?
"Please will somebody spank me. I am not allowed to move until somebody spanks me. Please someone come over here and spank me." The men in the crowd would have loved to accommodate this pleading of Carol's but were too afraid to move. They didn't want anybody thinking something about them. They weren't even sure what someone might think. But they were sure that they didn't want them to think it.
The police officer knew he couldn't stall any more. He steps down from his horse and walks slowly over to where Carols body is very erotically positioned her self. "Do you need help miss? You know you will have to dress your self now."
"I can't officer. I suffer from a mental condition. I need to be spanked before I can get up. Will you please spank me?"
"A mental condition? You need what?"
"I need to be spanked so I can get up. Please take your hand and spank my ass with it. Please do it."
"uhhh mmmm uhhhh. If I spank you can you get up and dress yourself right now?"
"Yes sir. If you spank my ass with your bare hand as hard as you can, two or three times, I can get up and get dressed."
"Well, all right then, I guess." The officer raises his hand as if to bring it across Carol's ass but instead scratches his forehead. He looks down into her protruding sex, wishing that he could do more than spank her.
"Please officer, spank me. Spank me hard."
Whack! His hand makes contact with her soft skin. The on lookers watch as the shiver runs down Carol's thigh. Even the woman are mesmerized by the site of a uniformed officer spanking this beautiful naked woman who is bending over and asking to be whipped.
"Again please harder!" WHAAAAACK! His hand rests too long on Carol's shuddering cheek. She realizes that he is copping a feel. She waits to see just how long he feels he can get away with that.
"Please one more time but harder much harder." Carol reels forward from that last one. She even feels her large voluminous labia lips quiver to that blow. Her breasts must have given the on lookers quit a show. She stands and thanks the officer. But when she turns to pick up her clothes from the ground, they are gone.
Carol is amazed at the Dr.'s skill. She could imagine her naked body was diversion enough for Dr. Troy to steal the clothes out form under the onlookers gaze, even the cop but they were only two feet from her self. She must be good.
Carol doesn't see Dr. Troy anywhere but she spots a note. "3827 E. 80th ten minutes" Now, she had no clothes to put on so she would have to figure out how to ditch the cop with out getting arrested.
"I can't let you go wondering around like that miss. Your gonna' hafta' come with me. I'm gonna hafta arrest you. Now turn around and put your hands behind your back. Then I'll get you a coat or something."
This was simply too easy for Carol. Carol turned her back to the officer and faced the still staring onlookers. She pushed her chest out not to give them a better view but to draw the cops hands closer inside her range of reach. The instant that the cuffs touched her wrists, Carol reached over them and the cop heard the cuffs snap. But when he pulled his hands away to guide what he expected was a cuffed naked woman over near his horse, he found his own hands cuffed together.
"Sorry about that, officer, but I really don't have time to deal with your prurient behavior right now. Maybe next time."
Carol snatched the note so that it would not give away her destination and disappeared pushing her way directly through the crowd so that in the confusion no one could really tell which way that naked woman went.
If any one thinks this is good enough to submit to the story area, please let me know. I would be happy to submit it.
Thanks
Jerry
===== Female Assassin =====
She was told that woman would be in charge of her training for the next six weeks. The lieutenant pointed to a woman sitting at the bark bench twenty feet from them. Carol was some where in the middle of New York's Central Park and about to enter training with the CIA as an international assassin. She was thrilled.
"Are you sure she is the best?"
"Capt. you were sponsored in this program by an officer so high up, I can't mention his name. He personally picked Dr. Troy for your trainer. The Dr. is indisputably the best. When she is done with you, you won't think twice about walking up the steps of the Kremlin with a loaded bazooka. You will have no inhibitions, no fear of anything and you will have the technical know how to pull it off."
"But I don't know if you know her reputation. She is tough and while I don't know exactly her methods, they are secret. But I know they are unorthodox and I just want to be sure you really want to do this?"
"I have been waiting all my life for this. Nothing could stop me now. I am ready for what ever she has to throw at me. Lieutenant, I will see you in six weeks with my license to kill in hand. Thank you and dismissed."
Carol strode up to the Dr. with out hesitation. She stood in front of her and extended her hand to shake. " I am Carol, your charge for the next six weeks."
She looks at her. Her eyes drill into hers. The Dr. remained silent. Then after an uncomfortable pause "I know who you are. What I need to know is are you willing to learn?"
"I am. And I must say you come highly recommended."
"You are welcome to leave my training at any time."
"I will not give up no matter how hard you make it on me. I can do this job and I intend to prove it."
The Dr. looks at her with all of her attention. But she sees that her eyes dart around as she is actually paying attention to everything around her as well. "Walk with me, dear. I have something to show you."
The Dr. heads off in the direction of a crowd of people gathered around a street performer. A equestrian patrol officer is nearby. "See that performer. He is completely at ease with everybody's attention on him. he doesn't care how silly he might appear or if people are laughing with him or at him. That is how he is successful. Your job requires that nobody see you but to do that job well you can't hide because you are afraid someone will see you. You must act with out reaction to that fear. You must quench the fear of doing anything anytime or in front of any body."
Carol nods but only partially understands. She is confident that the Dr. will explain herself and things will make sense.
"Carol, how many people are here?"
"Twenty two. Seventeen men and four woman, one police officer on a horse. Half over 30 the youngest is a woman she is eighteen or nineteen. There is only one gun. That is in the police officers holster. And those two are having an affair. It looks like the woman is the one cheating on her husband."
"Very good. Impressive. What do you think my next question will be?"
"How did you know those two were having an affair?"
"No. It is how much do you fear these people's opinion of you?"
"I don't sir. Not at all."
"Take all of your clothes off right here right now. Then bend over and turn your naked ass toward me and wait to be spanked like a child."
Carol now understood just exactly how afraid she was of what these people thought of her. She was attractive enough. In fact very attractive. And those people wouldn't do anything but watch with great curiosity. The police officer might give her trouble. But physically he was no match at all for the training she had already had. She could drop him while he was still on his horse.
But the Dr. was right. She was still scared of what they might think of her. She knew she had to dance like nobody was looking. With only the slightest hesitation, which would have been imperceptible to anyone else but the Dr., she turned to face the crowd of people.
They were all watching the street performer. But Carol knew they would soon be looking at her. With out a further word to the Dr., she began to unbutton her blouse. She unhooked her bra and with one movement removed both blouse and bra. She allowed them to drop to the ground while she reached for the button at the top of her jeans.
No one looked her way yet. She had her jeans unzipped and she held the hem of her panties with the top of her jeans. She leaned down pushing the jeans and panties down to her ankles. Stepping out of the pants, panties and shoes as she stood up. Carol was naked in Central Park.
The first person caught a glimpse of a naked woman and turned around. Embarrassed, he quickly turned back. Carol chuckled, knowing that the sound of her laughter would bring everybody's attention.
Her tits were erect in the park breeze. Her pussy was dark and extended. Not from arousal but her inner lips naturally protruded. Her East Indian heritage lend her naturally pronounced features. Both sets of lips were full, pouty and dark colored. Her slender figure was fully lit by sunshine.
Carol turned her ass to the Dr. as instructed and bend over ready to be spanked. The Dr. took on the look of someone who was just aghast of the circumstances. She took several steps back and shook her head and pointed. "Oh my God. What is she doing? My God! My God!" The Dr. said this in her best imperiled helpless woman voice. Carol didn't flinch. She remained in the position she was told to assume waiting to be spanked.
Carol knew if any body had not heard her chuckle, they surely would have heard the Dr.'s protest. She knew every body was looking at her now. She knew the cop must have seen her. She imagined that he was enjoying this as much as anyone else and would probably be very slow to put a stop to it.
Everyone including the street performer stopped and stood staring at Carol's naked body, with puzzled looks on their face wondering why she was stooped over with her ass the highest part of her body. Carol reasoned that if the Dr. wasn't going to spank her, should she stop or improvise. What would Dr. Troy want her to do?
"Please will somebody spank me. I am not allowed to move until somebody spanks me. Please someone come over here and spank me." The men in the crowd would have loved to accommodate this pleading of Carol's but were too afraid to move. They didn't want anybody thinking something about them. They weren't even sure what someone might think. But they were sure that they didn't want them to think it.
The police officer knew he couldn't stall any more. He steps down from his horse and walks slowly over to where Carols body is very erotically positioned her self. "Do you need help miss? You know you will have to dress your self now."
"I can't officer. I suffer from a mental condition. I need to be spanked before I can get up. Will you please spank me?"
"A mental condition? You need what?"
"I need to be spanked so I can get up. Please take your hand and spank my ass with it. Please do it."
"uhhh mmmm uhhhh. If I spank you can you get up and dress yourself right now?"
"Yes sir. If you spank my ass with your bare hand as hard as you can, two or three times, I can get up and get dressed."
"Well, all right then, I guess." The officer raises his hand as if to bring it across Carol's ass but instead scratches his forehead. He looks down into her protruding sex, wishing that he could do more than spank her.
"Please officer, spank me. Spank me hard."
Whack! His hand makes contact with her soft skin. The on lookers watch as the shiver runs down Carol's thigh. Even the woman are mesmerized by the site of a uniformed officer spanking this beautiful naked woman who is bending over and asking to be whipped.
"Again please harder!" WHAAAAACK! His hand rests too long on Carol's shuddering cheek. She realizes that he is copping a feel. She waits to see just how long he feels he can get away with that.
"Please one more time but harder much harder." Carol reels forward from that last one. She even feels her large voluminous labia lips quiver to that blow. Her breasts must have given the on lookers quit a show. She stands and thanks the officer. But when she turns to pick up her clothes from the ground, they are gone.
Carol is amazed at the Dr.'s skill. She could imagine her naked body was diversion enough for Dr. Troy to steal the clothes out form under the onlookers gaze, even the cop but they were only two feet from her self. She must be good.
Carol doesn't see Dr. Troy anywhere but she spots a note. "3827 E. 80th ten minutes" Now, she had no clothes to put on so she would have to figure out how to ditch the cop with out getting arrested.
"I can't let you go wondering around like that miss. Your gonna' hafta' come with me. I'm gonna hafta arrest you. Now turn around and put your hands behind your back. Then I'll get you a coat or something."
This was simply too easy for Carol. Carol turned her back to the officer and faced the still staring onlookers. She pushed her chest out not to give them a better view but to draw the cops hands closer inside her range of reach. The instant that the cuffs touched her wrists, Carol reached over them and the cop heard the cuffs snap. But when he pulled his hands away to guide what he expected was a cuffed naked woman over near his horse, he found his own hands cuffed together.
"Sorry about that, officer, but I really don't have time to deal with your prurient behavior right now. Maybe next time."
Carol snatched the note so that it would not give away her destination and disappeared pushing her way directly through the crowd so that in the confusion no one could really tell which way that naked woman went.
