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Obedience School: Hard Lessons for Bryley by Reese Gabriel Image Copyright (c) Samarel www.samarelart.com Ebook ordering

They Always Win In The End by Reese Gabriel, Forced D/s
When two strange men show up in Bryley's bedroom, she gets her first brutal lesson in submission

Copyrighted © 2005 by Reese Gabriel, all rights reserved.

Bryley gasped, opening her eyes.  A man was standing there.  A stranger.  He was tall and broad shouldered, with a goatee and short brown hair.  He had a blue turtleneck and sport coat.

Bryley grabbed for the sheet to cover herself.  “How dare you come in here,” she cried.

The man yanked the sheet from her with his gloved hands.  “Oh, no you don’t.  Things were just getting good.”

Her heart thundered in her chest.  She was going to be raped, or worse.  “I don’t know who you are but my husband’s on the way home and he’s going to kill you.”

“Your husband’s been delayed,” said a second man, shorter, with a yellow pony tail and a loose, red silk shirt.  He had a scar on his face, across his left cheek.  “We’re your escort service.”

“You should have seen, her,” said the goateed man to the blonde.  “She was doing herself good.  Had her hand stuffed right in her pussy.”

“Is that right?”  The blonde asked.  “Were you playing with yourself?”

“None of your damned business.”  Bryley had her knees pulled tight to her chest.  She was huddled, trying to cover herself.  She was terrified of the men, especially given her state of arousal and all the temptations it entailed.  Between what they could see and what they could pick up of her scent, they were sure to want to fuck her.

The goateed man laughed.  “You better get used to being nude in front of men, babe.  It’s going to be a way of life soon enough.”

Her body tensed.  “What do you mean?  Who are you?”

The blonde pulled a cell phone from the pocket of his jeans.  He made a call on speed dial.  “Here,” he handed it to her.  “This should answer your questions.”

“Hello, darling.”

She cringed at the voice.  “What’s going on, Roth?  I want my husband.”

“You don’t deserve to see him, Bryley.”

Tears welled.  “You can’t keep him from me.”

“Want to bet?  I’m holding all the cards, sweetheart.  You ever want to be with Gavin again, you have to earn it.”

“H—how?”  She asked hoarsely.

“You have to graduate school, with flying colors.  You have to be the best little slave-slut in your class.  Then you have to prove it to me.  After that, if you grovel for me enough and act like my nice little pet, maybe I’ll give your ass back to your husband.  Maybe.”

“He’ll find me,” she said.  “He’ll rescue me from the school.”

“Not likely,” he laughed.  “It’s pretty fucking remote.  Besides, he knows your safety depends on his staying away.”

“You...you’re going to hold me hostage there?”  She whispered, the reality of the whole thing just sinking in.

“You’re a slave now, Bryley, you can’t be a hostage.”

“Roth,” she choked, getting up on her knees as if he could see her.  “I’m begging you, don’t do this.”

“It’s done, Bryley.  And just so you know, while you’re being broken and dehumanized, Gavin is going to have the time of his life, fucking all the slaves he likes.”

Bryley felt a stab of jealous pain.  “He wouldn’t...”

“He already has.  Less than an hour ago he fucked my wife in the ass.  You’ll be happy to know, he enjoyed himself thoroughly.  A natural Master.  I’m sure he will keep you properly miserable and put upon the rest of your life—assuming you past muster with me.  If you don’t, I will have you sold, as a brothel slave.”

“No...you can’t do that.”

“I absolutely will.  Time to say farewell, dear.  The school bus is waiting for you.  I’ll be sure and give Gavin your regards, when he’s not too busy with Allison.”

“Roth...don’t hang up,” she cried.  “Please, give me a chance.  I’ll do anything you want.  I’ll blow you; I’ll let you fuck me.”

“You can’t bargain, dear, with something that doesn’t belong to you.  Goodbye.”

“No!”  She screamed.

The blonde stepped in to take the phone.  The other man grabbed her from behind, pinning her arms, elbows nearly touching.

“Let go of me,” she squirmed, still on her knees.

“Settle down, cunt,” growled the blonde.  He backhanded Bryley, a swift smack across her cheek, whipping her head around.

She cried out in pain, tasting blood.

The man showed no mercy.  His hand went to her throat, choking, just hard enough to get her attention.  “Listen carefully, slut.  We can do this the easy way or the hard way.  It’s no skin off our noses either way.  We’re just transport, see?  We can do what we like to you right now, so long as we don’t break bones or leave bruises for them to find.  That leaves a lot of possibilities for some serious pain, though, trust me.  So what’s the deal—you gonna play ball, and get off easy?”

His eyes were an intense brown.  He was gritting his yellow, tobacco-stained teeth.  At least he didn’t have halitosis like the big goateed man behind her, though.  He stank of sweat, too, pressed against him like a pig. 

“Well, slut?  I’m waiting.”  He increased the pressure.

Bryley’s eyes bugged.  She felt the fight draining from her.  There was no way to overcome these men.  Her world was shrinking, focusing on a single, simple necessity.  Surrender.

She gurgled, trying to speak.  The man wasn’t allowing her.  How was she going to signal before he snapped her neck?  She couldn’t use her arms, and she was becoming lightheaded.  She feared she might pass out.

In desperation, she sought to communicate submission with her eyes.  She tried to arch her back a little, too, signaling her self offering.

The blonde eased off, just enough to allow her to respond to questions.  “You have something to say.”

“I...I want to play...ball,” she said hoarsely.

The blonde man slapped her tit.  It was a cruel, precise blow, designed to abuse mentally as well as physically.  “You don’t get to talk like that.  You got to spell it out.”

“I’ll do what you tell me,” she specified. 

He frowned, not pleased with the response.  “What are you?”  He demanded.

She looked at him piteously.  “I...I don’t know.”

He cocked his hand, ready to smack her tit again.  It was already sore and red.  She didn’t think she could bear another.  Pushing herself hard, she fell into another mode, a strange alien territory that she knew instinctively would determine her survival.

Not to mention her ability to ever see Gavin again.

“I’m a slave,” she cried, praying the answer was a correct one.

“That’s right.  And you’re a cunt, too.  And a slut.”  He relaxed his hand and moved it to her breast.  “Aren’t you?”

“Yes,” she rasped as he fondled her, massaging the entire globe before centering on her engorged nipple.

“Yes, what?”  He glommed her other breast with his free hand.  He worked them both, a slow, rhythmic mauling.

“Yes...Master?”  She was on the verge of coming, hating herself for being so easy.  And in her marriage bed, no less.

“Very good, slut.  See, you’ve passed your first lesson and you ain’t even in school yet.  All men are masters to you, and that’s what you call them, unless they say otherwise.”

She licked her lips.  “Yes, Master.”

“So you gonna be an obedient little slave for us?” He pincered both nipples at once. 

Bryley cried out, but now it was a different kind of pain, a deep, erotic one, one that made her ache and dissolve...and ooze.

“Yes, I’ll be good,” she promised.

“That’s not what I asked.  You don’t listen well.”

Her nipples paid the price for her sloppy answer.  “I mean that I will be an obedient little slave,” she corrected herself.  “Master.”

“That’s right.  You will.”  He moved a hand between her legs.  “Open,” he said.

She did her best to shuffle her knees apart on the bed.  The blonde moved in fast, slapping her pussy from underneath with his hand, fingers straight down.

Bryley reacted with a yelp.

“That’s how it felt to obey,” he declared in triumph.  “Imagine how bad it would feel to disobey.  But we don’t have to worry about that, do we?  Because you’ll obey every nasty and perverted order we give you, no matter how much it makes you sick. Isn’t that right, slave?”

“Yes, Master.”

He put his fingers in front of her face.  They were glistening wet and fragrant with female juices.  “Sniff it,” he ordered.

She hesitated, tears stinging her eyes.  He forced his fingers to her nostrils.  “Sniff,” he repeated.

Bryley inhaled deeply.  It was rich and pungent, and humiliating.

“You like this don’t you?  You like being treated like shit.  You’re a natural born slave.  Admit it.”

“I...like it,” she breathed.  “I’m a...natural slave.”

“Lick it,” he put the come soaked hand to her mouth.  “Clean ‘em off.”

“Yes, Master.”  Bryley licked dreamily, tasting her own come.

The blonde man started moving his fingers in and out, like he was fucking her mouth.  She moaned, but she took it all.

“I’m Master J,” said the blonde.  “And he’s Master M.  Consider yourself introduced.  Until we drop you off, we rule your fucking world, got it?”

“Yes, Master J,” she replied as he removed his fingers, wiping them in her hair.

“Master M,” said Master J.  “Release her.”

Bryley rubbed her wrists, trying to get back the circulation.

“Never mind that,” snapped Master J, ending her short-lived freedom.  “Get on all fours.”

Bryley settled herself on hands and knees.  She had a pretty good idea what was coming next.

“Jeezus,” complained M.  “What a fucking ass.  What I wouldn’t give to slap it around, watch it turn nice and red.”

“Yes, well we can’t,” said J.  “Cause we work fucking transport.  At least we ain’t got no bosses breathing down our neck.”

“Got a freaking schedule to keep though.”

“So get fucking already.  Quit making the bitch wait.”

“I want to hear her ask for it, nice and sweet,” said M.

J was by her face.  He pulled her hair savagely.  “You heard the man.”

“M—master M,” she winced.  “P—please f—fuck me.”

“Not bad,” declared J.  “But you can do better.”

Tears ran down her cheek.  “P—pretty please, fuck me, Master M?”

She could feel him behind her now, the bedsprings creaking as he climbed into place.  “Oh, I’m gonna fuck you, slut.  Straight to kingdom come.”

Master M’s cock was enormous.  Pressing one hand down on her back, he pushed, spearing her swollen, dripping lips.  She cried out.  He was so thick, and long.  Thank god she’d been wet and ready to receive the invasion.

M rammed himself to the hilt, no mercy.  This was no lover, this was a man purely concerned with taking and using.  “Oh, shit,” he sighed.  “Oh, yea...”

“How’s her shit?” J asked.  “All stretched out, or what?”

“Hell no.  She’s freaking tight as an eighteen year old.”

“Is that right?  I’ll be damned.  A slut like this?  I’d have pegged her as spreading for every freaking milkman and pool boy in the neighborhood.”

M chortled, grabbing Bryley’s hips, grinding himself against her pelvis.

“How about it, slut?  You sleep around?  Is that why you’re being sent off to the school?” Asked Master J.

“N—no, Master.  I—I don’t cheat.”

“What is it, then?  You waste all his money?  Sit your narrow, spoiled ass on the couch all day instead of fucking cleaning?  That’s it, isn’t it?  You’re a lazy cunt.  Well, when you’re done with school, you’ll know your fucking place in the world.  Ain’t that right, M?”

M pulled back and gave it to her again, punishing her tail bone as he re-took every bit of her pussy and maybe a little more.  “Yea, she will.  She’ll clean up the fucking dirt with her tongue.”

“That’s right, M.  And she’ll thank her Master for the opportunity.  If she knows what’s good for her.  So what’s the deal with the sex, bitch?  Tell Dr. Master J.  Do you give it up for your man?”

He could read the pain and guilt in her eyes.

“Ding, ding.  We have another winner.  Score two for me,” he laughed.  “So you’re a frigid cunt and lazy?  Don’t deny it.  I know your kind.  I see them all the time.”

“Oh, fuck,” M groaned, establishing a rhythm.  “So fucking good.  This is some good pussy, J.  I could just let loose, right now.”

“Yea, well don’t.  Unless you want to get fired.”

“I know the fucking rules, J.  Stop being my freaking mother.”

Bryley wondered what rules he was talking about.  Did it have something to do with the man’s ejaculation?

“I’m just making sure you don’t fuck up.  You already got us a reprimand.”

“It was the slut’s fault.  Hell, J, you remember what a little piece she was.  She got to moaning and begging for it so bad I couldn’t help it.  Nobody has that kind of willpower.  ‘Oh, Master M...oh, please...come in me...fill my hole...’  Fuck, you’d have done the same thing.”

“Yea, well the point is I didn’t, so shut the fuck up and get on with your business.”

“Look who’s talking.  You ain’t even started yet.”

“Oh, I’m gonna fix that.  Right, slut?”  J was getting up on the bed, still holding her hair.

“Yes, Master.”

“Tell me what you want.”  He was kneeling in front of her face, pushing his crotch at her.

Her cheeks stung with shame.  “I want...to suck you, Master.”

“That’s not very heartfelt,” he bent back her head.  “Is it M?”

M punished her from behind, treating her to a cock slam, a piston designed to break her wide.  “No, it sure ain’t.”

“P—please,” she groaned.  I want to suck your cock.  Please, may I suck it, Master?”

J let go of her hair and unzipped.  “Your wish is my command, princess.”

He took out a short cock, pointed and stubby.

“Ain’t this the most beautiful, biggest old cock you ever seen?”  He declared.

“Yes, Master.  I want to suck it,” said Bryley trying to appease him.

“Lying little cock sucker,” he laughed.  “I’m a fucking joke.  But I can still choke a bitch pretty good.  Want to see how?”

“Yes, Master...”  She forced her lips open for him, wide, fighting her terror and revulsion as best she could.  At the same time, she was awash in hot lust.  She was going to come for Master M.

He put the pointed tip right into her mouth.  Her nose was overcome with crotch odor.  She nearly gagged.

“You like that?  I try not to take a shower on pick-up days.  I like watching snobby little whores like you sucking my smelly cock.”

He pushed himself to the hilt.  She had nowhere to go.  M was giving no quarter, continuing his unabashed plundering of her pussy.

“Roll it around in there.  Get the taste.”

Bryley did as she was told.  It was a hot little prick and veiny.  She thought of Roth, commanding her with his imperious organ.  This was a different kind of humiliation, a lower, more shameful one and therefore oddly sexier.

He waited until she had sucked him pretty good, then he pulled out.  A string of saliva ran from the end.  “Lick my balls,” he ordered.  “Clean the sweat right off them.

She maneuvered her head as best she could.  His testicles were hairy, leathery, but tight.  Like shrunken, dried out little fruits, laden with milky syrup.

“That’s it, slut. Yea, that’s where you belong.  You know you get a whole course on this at the school.  They take their time and get it right.  A week, if need be.  It don’t matter.  They know they’ll break you, make you into whatever they want.  You can fight, you’ll have to cause they’ll want things you can’t give.  It’s part of the fun, cause they always win in the end.”