The Blue Cantina: Anna's Surrender by Paul Blades
The lovely Anna is just 27 and the founder of a social service agency, providing a safe haven for displaced and abused young women. She's put heart and soul into this agency, but when her best friend Carol, a former addict, suddenly makes off with the quarterly operating budget for the agency, over $250,000, Anna's entire world comes crashing down. She has nowhere to turn but to Miles Devlin, a somewhat shady backer of the agency, and the president of the board of trustees. Devlin does no favors without demanding something in return, and Anna has little room to bargain. The cagey Devlin suggests she make up the deficit of funds by agreeing to serve as his sexual plaything for a year. Of course, she recoils at the very suggestion, but Anna realizes that she has little choice, and in desperation she agrees to his terms.
Devlin requires Anna draft a written confession, taking complete responsibility for the missing funds, then submit to a trial weekend at his house. Once there, Devlin demands her complete surrender, and she suffers a host of humiliations and cruelties as she's turned into a lowly sex toy. She's trained and punished by the servant Vincent, and is at Devlin's beck and call day and night. While suffering the demeaning treatment, her own rough sexual past comes back to haunt her, and she struggles with her lustful reactions to Devlin's use of her. Although Anna has the option of backing out of the year long agreement, she realizes that her alternatives are few, and submitting to Devlin may the only way to save herself and her beloved agency.
Paul Blades leads the reader through Anna's harrowing sexual misadventures as she's forced to suffer debasement, bondage, whipping, submissive training, exhibitionism, gagging, oral, anal, straight and lesbian sex, and a good deal more. This story is not a romance, and not for everyone... but for those who enjoy a well told story graphically depicting the extremes of female surrender.
A version of this novel was previously offered on the web as an ebook.
All eyes were riveted on her frenetic self pleasuring. Glasses found their ways to lips without sight. Several of the men shifted themselves as if making room for their hardened cocks in the pants of their well tailored slacks.
When the third song began, a return to the luxurious beat of the first, the girl reached down to the side of the stage and produced a six or seven inch long simulacrum of a male member. It was pink and had a wide base. She knelt at the front of the stage and inserted it into a slot so that it was standing straight up. Eyeing her appreciative audience, the girl commenced a languorous stroke of the faux penis. She bent over and, holding the bottom with her two hands, spread her tongue and then her lips over it. She was clearly well practiced in the arts of fellatio and her efforts at stimulating the pinkish prong induced several of the men to engage in casual, surreptitious strokes of their stiffened pricks.
But it was the fourth song that they all were waiting for. Its rhythm, like the second, was hard and fast. The pink prong was now wet with the girl’s saliva. Looking up at the men, who she could barely see due to the glare of the spotlights on the stage, but who she nonetheless knew were out there, she gave her weighty chest a shake, sending her plump mounds into motion and then, slipping forwards and rising to a crouch, she placed the head of the thick penal substitute at the fulcrum of her thighs and slowly lowered herself on to it.
The attractive, naked, young girl let the object fill her. Her knees were spread widely and the men could see the plastic surface push aside her soft labial lips and disappear within her. Placing her hands on the insides of her thighs, the girl began to thrust herself up and down on the faux cock energetically. Her passions were obviously rising fast. One hand drifted to the apex of her distended crevasse and rubbed furiously at her stiffened clit. The other ascended to her jumping breasts and stroked and pinched her hardened nipples. Her lips were parted and her eyes had closed to slits. Her head alternated from leaning back, revealing her graceful, pale white throat and leaning forward, her curly, brown hair hanging down and forming a curtain around her impassioned face.
The music came to a halt. No new tune replaced it. The room was filled now with the sounds of the girl’s developing lusts. She was moaning as she pleasured herself before the men. A rosy aura had spread over her chest above her breasts. Perspiration was beading all over her lithe, shapely, young body.
When the girl’s crisis came upon her, she gave out a loud groan. Her body shook and her thighs quivered. She called out “Oh! Oh! Oh!” as her pussy’s spasms drove her to ecstasy. She seized her breasts and squeezed them harshly. Her eyes rolled back and her lips spread open to allow her utterances of pleasure to escape.
When the paroxysms of her pussy finally faded, the girl took a deep breath. She looked up anxiously at the audience, appearing to her only as dark, male forms. An appreciative round of applause broke out and her anxious aspect turned to one of relief. She rose from her pinioned perch and removed the cum-coated instrument of her pleasure from the stage and tossed it into a bin behind it. Giving the men a respectful bow, she retreated hurriedly back up the runway. She paused before the large, ominous door and placed her wrists together and in front of her, presenting them to the man who sat there on the stool. He took a pair of bright, steel manacles and placed them on her wrists, joining them. She opened her mouth and he inserted a bright red, round ball into it. The ball had long, leather straps affixed to each side and he tied them behind her head.
When the girl was properly outfitted, the man pressed a buzzer next to the door. The door opened from the interior and the girl darted in past it.
One of the men at the first table, the group of four, announced to his friends. “I know which one I want.” The other men laughed.
“You may have to wait your turn,” another replied.
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