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  Contents

  Copyright and Cautionary Note

  Prologue

  Last Night of Freedom

  Taken in the Alley

  First Steps to Submission

  Recruited

  Initiated in His Bed

  Anal

  Milked

  Morning service

  Worship

  Breakfast with Matilda

  Enema

  Dinner party

  Table Talk

  Toilet Trained

  Mastered

  Possessed

  Epilogue

  Afterword

  Copyright @ 2017 Alex Carlsbad All rights reserved.

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  The material contained within this book is for mature audiences only. It contains graphic sexual content. It is intended only for those aged 18 and above. This book does not portray sexual intercourse between blood relatives.

  Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental.

  Fiction through and through, this material is in no way intended to portray real-life events or serve as inspiration for such actions. The material contained herein is fictional and not meant to serve as a guide for actions in real life. It is solely intended as a fictional escape from reality and in no way means to push an agenda, put down people’s opinions, or serve as a model for behavior in real life.

  Prologue

  Don Antonio loved to control the world around him. His entire life had been dedicated to achieving control. And his favorite pastime was spent exercising it.

  The bodies of all those who had tried to resist his will to dominate now lay in unmarked graves in the desert between LA and Vegas. Even his family knew to stay out of his way and to rapidly acquiesce to whatever their wayward son, brother, uncle and brother-in-law demanded.

  From where he was parked in his Escalade Tony Mendoza could hear the purr of the car engine meld with the roar of the waves on the beach beneath him. It was a sound perfectly in sync with the thunder of his own thoughts. Beneath, he could see the beach if he sat up in the plush leather seats of the expensive SUV. He liked to keep his eye on his surroundings, whether they be physical or metaphorical.

  Don Antonio always got what he wanted.

  And now he wanted Jamie. Don Antonio was in the mood for a good time. And as far as he was concerned, there was no better way to reward oneself than with the deeply gratifying experience of training a new slave. A young woman like Jamie would be a welcome addition to his stable of dedicated and intelligent women, or "concubines" as he liked to think of them. They were his own personal harem of young, pretty and very willing sex slaves who accompanied him wherever he went. They were the real prize of his life's efforts as far as he was concerned: a clear embodiment of the fruits of his power, an emblem he loved to flaunt in the company of his equals. The presence of his semi-reluctant slaves never failed to intimidate even the most aggressive of his rich and powerful friends. Even the richest of billionaires nowadays hesitated to openly indulge keeping a stable of indentured servants. Don Antonio couldn’t help but marvel at the conflicted lust he saw in the men’s eyes.

  Don Antonio Mendoza of the Mendoza criminal cartel firmly believed in his God-given right to dominate his women. The joy he found in dominating others was psychological, biochemically driven, he knew. But knowledge of his own lustful nature took nothing away from the hedonistic ecstasy that his untouchable status enabled.

  Maintaining his perch atop his vicious and heartless organization demanded his complete and total dedication. It could be exhausting at times. That was precisely the reason Tony Mendoza found it was important to reward himself every now and then, and especially after the success of a particularly challenging operation. A thin smile crossed his severe thin lips. Like now, for example. Today Don Antonio felt he absolutely deserved a reward. Finally, after more than fifteen years of relentless back and forth, he had succeeded at last.

  He had painted his arch-rival, that ijo de puta, Juan Cabrillo, into a corner. That dog’s days on the face of the planet were numbered. Cabrillo didn't quite know it yet, of course. Prey seldom did.

  Until it was too late.

  But the son of a bitch’s smug self-delusory safety was soon to be rudely extinguished. The president of Colombia was a walking dead man and Don Antonio was counting the days. Sitting in his plush armored SUV alongside a section of posh Southern California beach at La Jolla, Don Antonio looked down to the beach. There the man who would implement the final stages of his enemy’s destruction was slowly strolling arm-in-arm along the succulent form of the little gringa who would serve as Tony Mendoza’s personal reward.

  Jamie Smith didn’t know it yet of course. She was only prey after all.

  An innocent. A babe in the woods. The Little Red Riding Hood to his Big Bad Wolf. The couple down below just came to a stop and were gazing at something in the sand.

  Don Antonio smiled. It was time.

  Last Night of Freedom

  Jamie wanted to touch him and her husband felt likewise. She could see his prominent erection beneath the sheets. Yet another night sleeping with her husband, a twenty-two-year-old man and his young wife, and yet the spark of love was somehow gone. They were now only two sex-starved creatures watching each other dress and undress, their minds filled with images of other people helping them build the delicious tension they no longer could find in each other's company.

  Jamie realized they had grown accustomed, familiar in each other's presence not unlike two pets in the same household politely ignoring each other. They were waiting each other out until they could find a different means to quench that primal hunger for sex they still felt burning inside. Each in their own way, unknown to the other except by the studied ignorance and polite neglect with which they treated each other.

  “Your dad called," John stretched out in bed and swiped his smart phone to check on the most recent developments of the stock market.

  "Did he? What did he say?" She closed her eyes and started counting back from fifty. Five hours until she would have to wake up again and feed the baby.

  Then, in the morning, she would call Rodrigo. Her pussy burned with desire even now as she knew she had made up her mind.

  "Oh, nothing really. Something about getting together. Having us over for Christmas. Mentioned your mother would be there too. With her new boyfriend – the French guy."

  He swiped the lights off and put down the phone.

  “Oh." She was almost asleep now.

  "I don't think I'll see you in the morning. My flight is real early. I have set my phone to wake me at three thirty. I’ll Uber over to JFK.”

  "Have a safe trip. I’ll miss you." She heard his hand sneak under the sheets and soon the fap-fap–fap sounds of his self-pleasuring. He probably thought she was asleep already.

  "I'll miss you too."

  "I'll see you on Wednesday. Send me pictures of the baby. Text me. Okay?" Funny how his voice could stay so even and emotionless. He had to be close to coming already, she was certain. It never took more than a minute. She sighed and turned, and closed her eyes and pictured the big gang tattoo on Rodrigo's left pec. Jamie’s radiant face relaxed into a smile.

  Taken in the Alley

  Rodrigo’s hand was on her thigh as it usually was when she rode in his car. At first she had hated it, but now she had learned to open
her legs and put her own hand on his, guiding him higher up to where her pleasure apex lay.

  They had just turned a corner when a black Suburban SUV cut them off in front and another one nudged them from behind. Rodrigo cursed and she saw that they were boxed in on the left as well, the only option – to turn right into a small alley between a row of high-rises. They did so and then they stopped and waited. It didn't take long for the door to fly open and men with faces like masks to pull them both out. She almost lost control of her bladder then.

  The man's cold gray eyes reminded her of winter. She tried but failed to suppress a shiver. She used to think of Rodrigo’s presence as one full of menace, but now she found herself inching closer to the relative safety of the young gang banger’s body. The hulking warmth of his hard, muscled frame gave her a sense of being protected from the easy, cavalier lookover she was getting from the vicious looking man who said he was his boss.

  "Rocco, my boy, let me tell you something," the big white-haired man stepped closer and suddenly Jamie felt as if she was struggling to breathe. "Here, chica, give me your hands. No, don't be afraid. I'm not going to hurt you. Promise."

  She wanted to run, die, anything seemed better than allowing this strange man to touch her. Even if it was just to hold his hands. Jamie hadn't realized how tightly she had been squeezing her fists until she had to apply conscious thought and force her fingers to relax.

  “Shush, shush – there, there, mi pobre niña. Oh, she's trembling, Rodrigo! Here, take her hands. Feel them. If you want to know what a girl is feeling, you have to hold her by the hand. Ignore all these estúpidas telenovelas diurnas. They tell you to watch a woman in the eyes! Bull shit! The eyes might tell you what a woman is thinking, I'll give you that. But what good is it to know her mind, if you have no idea what's making her heart race like an Andalucian mare in heat? Ha ha ha ha!"

  Everyone joined in on the laughter. Even Jamie somehow felt herself swept up in the moment of levity. She felt her face relax a tiny bit from the first frown of her anxiety.

  "Si, Jefe," Rodrigo said and she felt her hands engulfed by his warm palms. "She does feel cold to the touch. Maybe it's her skimpy dress? It is kind of chilly here." Rodrigo let go of her small fists and moved to take off his designer black leather jacket. Jamie had no doubt he was going to offer it to her.

  "No, mi hijo. No. She's afraid. Not cold. Afraid," the man stressed the last word and smiled like a wolf sensing the presence of his prey. "Afraid of me." "Don't bother with your jacket. Here let me prove it to you."

  In a flash, before Jamie had time to realize what he was about to do, the big crime lord’s hand was suddenly between her thighs, all the way up and cupping her pussy!

  She screamed and jumped, as if struck by electricity. But to her awful surprise she suddenly discovered she couldn't move. Two giant men, bodyguards of the cartel boss no doubt, had suddenly appeared as if out of thin air, on either side. They had pushed Rodrigo out of the way like he was made of straw. A third man's giant hands had taken her by the waist and were now holding her shivering body frozen in place.

  "Come see for yourself, my boy," the boss said and Jamie felt consternation froth up in her mind as Rodrigo came to stand by the elder man. She looked at him tears and desperation filling her eyes.

  "Help me!" she mouthed silently, unsure of her ability to speak out loud. To her mortifying surprise she saw her big tattooed lover shake his head. His lips mouthed "no," and then his eyes sparkled and she thought she saw tears.

  Rodrigo cleared his throat and this time she realized he was putting up a brave pretense for her benefit. "Don't fight it, putita. Submit. Be a good girl. You know you want it." Jamie's mouth opened in a silent gasp and just like that the fight went out of her. Why? Why was Rodrigo playing along like that? He knew these people. Why didn’t he tell them off?

  "Yes, a good girl," the old boss sneered and bent lower angling his hand so that he could now wiggle and press a thick meaty finger along her sheer lacy underwear. The man whose hand held her waist pushed on the small of her back and pressed down on her shoulders causing her to squat and to lewdly proffer herself to the plundering digit of the boss that was now washing over and under her underwear to press into her moist outer folds. It inched across her most external gates to dip into her hot tunnel.

  The instant his hand touched her, somewhere deep in her tummy something squirmed, pulsed, and she felt the thick mucusy evidence of her passion gush forth across his fingers.

  "Yes! Here – see that." Jamie's face fell forward, her hair falling like a curtain across her tear soaked face. Even through the veneer of her tears, she could still see the telltale evidence of moisture wetting the man's middle finger. He waved it like it was a prize he had won, showing it off to Rocco and the men crowding her on either side.

  Then he wiped it across the dark leather of Rocco's jacket where Jamie was horrified to see the mucusy trace it left.

  "You are young. You've seen a lot, my boy. Been to war, felt the pain of seeing friends die. But Rocco, even though I trust you like a son, you still have a lot to learn my boy. Most especially about taming women." The man chuckled and then gently patted Rodrigo’s cheek. "No worries. There is time. And I'm certainly willing to teach by example." One of the bodyguards off to Jamie's side chuckled at that.

  Before anybody had time to join him in making fun of the imprisoned girl, the cartel boss pivoted and with lightning speed smashed his fist dead center into the man's face. A disgusting, loud wet crunch echoed in the dark backstreet alley and the man fell like a sack of potatoes leaving a void where he had been standing just a fraction of a second before.

  Jamie looked down in utter disbelief to see the giant groaning and whimpering like a child, blood gushing in a frothy red fountain from his face at the place where his nose had been just moments before.

  "Ah, he’ll recover. He’s still young on the team you see and he’s learning respect." The boss said looking at Jamie and shook his hand as if he had just thrown a bowling strike. Jamie's mind was still trying to comprehend what was happening as she felt herself being guided away from the quickly gathering puddle of blood on the ground by the face of the floored bodyguard.

  "As I was saying, your instincts Rodrigo are good. You picked well in choosing that one." Jenny almost squealed when the man moved to place his hand at her shoulder, but a stern glance from him was all she needed to remain petrified and in place. "And you're very, very lucky. This little gringa is a natural submissive. Her kind is so rare, especially in a good-looking little puta, that it is like you have just won the lottery. Let me tell you." The man held up his finger and in an image that Jamie was certain she would never forget, he closed his eyes and loudly suckled on the still wet finger that had been between her legs just moments ago

  “Yum, yum, yum," the man turned to face Jamie again. "She's very amorous, that one," the boss said. Jamie wanted to die. He reached out and placed his finger back at her pussy. This time he didn’t even bother trying to sneak his large hand under her dress, but lifted it by the hem up around her waist, shoved down her panties, gently gliding his huge rough palm across her lower tummy, and combed it through her blonde pubic curls. She didn’t need to be told what to do, her body instinctively responding to the dominant in charge. Her legs spread and the man grunted and pushed his finger into her vexingly wet folds. To her own deepening shame, Jamie felt her muscles tighten and squeeze down on the invading digit. She saw as the cartel boss' eyes grew wide and he spat out an unintelligible expletive. "Wow! Her pussy just squeezed down on my finger. Madre mio!”

  Jamie gasped. She had never felt so helpless in her entire life! The bodyguard held her shoulders in his viselike grip, but most horrifying of all was that she felt as if she had lost all sensible control over her own body.

  Helpless and at a loss, she looked over at Rodrigo. She saw his face, like she had never seen him before. Not like a man amongst friends, quite the contrary: He looked like a cornered predator about t
o pounce. His face was tense, his eyes narrow and gleaming. With her peripheral vision Jamie saw the third member of the gang staring down on Rocco. He had his hand on the butt of something metallic thrust into his waist.

  A gun! Oh God! The man was ready to shoot if Rocco did something stupid. And Jamie saw in her man's eyes he was mere seconds away from taking his chances. They would shoot Rodrigo dead! This wasn’t a friendly accidental encounter. This was planned.

  The thick finger deep in her pussy curved inside of her and hooked up pressing against her G spot. She couldn't help herself when she squealed. It was a pain unlike anything she had ever experienced before – laced with pleasure, it felt otherworldly and forbidden. Her discomfort made her open her thighs wider and the big man smiled and she saw the darkness glint in his black eyes that were now looking down as if feasting on her misery and subjugation.

  Jamie forced herself to breathe. Again, she looked over the boss' shoulder and saw Rocco’s clenched fists and the blood where he had dug his nails into the palms of his hands. They were going to shoot him tonight!

  They would kill them both! Jenny didn't know how, or why, but with the preternatural clarity of a near-death experience, she suddenly saw the future like it was real. Rocco would lunge forward to grab her out of the mobster’s arms, but he wouldn’t make it. The man holding her from behind would pivot her body sideways and out of Rocco's way. He was waiting to do just that. With a sudden overwhelming certainty Jamie knew now that the entire encounter was staged. They were using her to put pressure on Rocco.

  All the white-haired boss had to do was sidestep just a little and this would provide the bodyguard to the side whose hand was on the gun all the opportunity he would ever need for a clear shot. She looked up at her lover and their eyes met. His were bloodshot, narrow lines, reminding her of the dark slits in a medieval knight’s helmet.

  My knight in shining armor.

  He was getting ready to die for her! And then she had an epiphany. There was simply no way she could allow their story to end here tonight – gunned down, helpless, and futureless.