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  BONDAGE MYSTERY

  POWERONE

  READING BONUS

  EXCERPT POWERONE’S

  FINAL SURRENDER

  SIZZLER EDITIONS

  ISBN 9781615086368

  All rights reserved

  Copyright 2016 Powerone

  This book may not be reproduced in whole or in part without written permission.

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  A Renaissance E Books publication

  CONTENTS

  Chapter 1

  Need to Escape

  Chapter 2

  A Strange Twist

  Chapter 3

  Masked Man

  Chapter 4

  Hidden Passage

  Chapter 5

  A Stranger Comes a Knocking

  Chapter 6

  Can You Really Call it a Club?

  Chapter 7

  Displayed and Taken

  Chapter 8

  Her own Dungeon

  Chapter 9

  Arrested

  Chapter 10

  Femdom of Female

  Chapter 11

  The Final Mystery

  Chapter 12

  A Test of Domination

  Chapter 13

  Confrontation

  Chapter 14

  New Life

  Epilogue

  READING BONUS

  Final Surrender

  Chapter 1

  A Past No One Knew

  Chapter 2

  Interrogation or Oral Inspection

  MORE BY POWERONE

  Chapter 1

  Need to Escape

  Justine was glad to have her graduation behind her, although much to her mother’s chagrin, she didn’t have a job. Justine had decided to take the summer off and spend it in Europe with her best friend, Bridget. There was always a need for accountants, and Justine hadn’t decided where she wanted to live. All she knew was it would be away from her home. When she came back from Europe, she’d seriously look for a job. She needed to get out from underneath her parents or, mostly, her mother’s thumb. She was home now, but in spite of the fact that Justine was almost twenty-two, her mother still treated her as if she was in high school.

  It was as if her mother never trusted her, although Justine never gave her any reason for those doubts. While Justine was good looking and had a lot of boyfriends over the years, she never slept with many of them or had dated the bad boys. She drank moderately for a college student, and her drug use was confined to marijuana. She suspected that even her parents smoked marijuana, not just in the past but now. Her father trusted her; it was all her mother. She was overbearing, even to her father, but he never complained.

  She only had to survive another week at home before she’d leave. She’d have to grin and bear it. Thank goodness her mother worked part time during the day, so Justine had some time alone. Her mother never hesitated to barge into her room with only a tap on the door before she opened it. So masturbation was confined to the hours when her mother wasn’t home whether she had the desire or not.

  Today happened to be one of those days when she had the desire. Her mother left half hour before, so she wouldn’t return. She would’ve locked her bedroom door, but it didn’t have a lock on it. There was never a lock on it. It wasn’t allowed.

  She stood in front of the full-length mirror as she always did. Sometimes, she had a book or magazine on the bed waiting for her but not today. That was always a danger as her mother had no qualms about going into her room to “clean up” she would say and find her books and magazines. Today there were four small pictures on the bed that she printed from her laptop. She’d destroy the pictures when she was finished.

  Her blonde hair hung down below her neck, although it wasn’t naturally blonde. She was a brunette. Her skin was impeccable, clear and silky through painstaking care over the years. She had big blue eyes. Her nose was normal, not big or small. She had full lips that she loved to paint red when she dressed up. It made her feel so sexy. She wore a blouse so she could unbutton it. She began at the top and slowly worked her way down as she stared into the mirror as if she performed this for someone else. She pulled it open, but she didn’t take it off instantly. She arched her back and thrust her breasts out more prominently. They pushed up the lace bra she wore. Her breasts didn’t require much support in spite of them being full. At least she got something from her mother. She could already see her nipples beneath it begin to harden. Her stomach was flat from exercise. She peeled off her blouse, and her hands went behind to her bra instantly. It took little effort to unhook it, and she let it fall in the front as her arms went to her sides as the bra slipped to the floor. She stood up straight, and her breasts jutted out proudly. Her areolas were brown and the size of quarters, but it was her pink nipples that pointed up as if they begged to be touched.

  She ran her hand between her legs before she slowly pulled the zipper down on her jean shorts. They opened up, but she had to struggle to push them down. They were molded over her hips and ass on purpose. She stood there in her thong, a tiny black thong that hid nothing. She turned sideways so she could see her ass. Now, that was her finest attribute. She had firm, full buttocks, which also required constant exercise, but it was worth it. She grew wet as she stood there. She slipped the thong off and spread her legs. She had a full brown bush although she did trim it to keep it neat. She had pouty pussy lips, although she wasn’t sure what they pouted about. Maybe it was for lack of men’s attention, although that was her decision, not theirs. It was time and her wetness grew. She lay on the bed and picked up the first picture. She gazed at it before she closed her eyes, the picture etched in her brain as her fantasy unfolded.

  She was in Mr. Armstrong’s auditing class, but the class was over and everyone else had left. Mr. Armstrong was an adjutant professor, thirty something and handsome. All the girls wanted to be in his class, and they sat in the front row so they could wear short skirts to tantalize him, although Justine never knew anyone being successful. But, this was her fantasy.

  “Put your hands on the desk and don’t move them,” Brice warned her.

  Her lip quivered as she did it. He sat down next to her. She felt his hands touch her side, and her body shook. He slowly inched her sweater up until her bra was revealed. He tucked it in so it wouldn’t slip down.

  “Sit straight in your chair,” he urged her. Brice gazed at her lovely tits in the sexy bra, everything he expected. His hands ran over the soft skin of her side but then went to her bra and cupped one of her tits. He squeezed it as he watched the flesh push up from the top of the bra as it tried to escape its confinement.

  Justine couldn’t believe that Mr. Armstrong was fondling her, but his large hand gripped her breast so hard when he squeezed it. He released it but then he did the same to the other.

  “I can see your nipples get hard, Justine.” He sought them out with his fingers and pinched them. Her lips clenched when he pinched them too tight, but her hands never strayed from the position on the desk.

  She turned red in shame at his words. How can I get excited at what he does to me? She had little time to contemplate her thoughts as he pulled the sweater over her head. “Raise your arms up,” he ordered her, and she obeyed without question as he stripped the sweater from her body.

  The sweater was gone, and his fingers were on her naked back. They sought out the fragile strap of her bra and loosened it with skill. He pushed it away from her breasts and pulled the bra up her arms until he could toss it aside.

  “Hands back on the desk,” he ordered her once again.

  She was naked to the waist as he slid behind her. His hands reached around her body and under her arms. His large hands engulfed her naked breasts, an
d her nipples swelled until she thought they would explode. She looked down as his hands fondled her as if they were doing it to someone else. He stroked his fingers across her nipples lightly, first to tease them, and then, his fingers gripped them tightly. She saw her perfect nipples gnarled by his fingers. She thought the tips would explode with trapped blood, but when he released them, they were twice their normal size. Then, his mouth consumed one, hefting one breast up with his hand as his lips gripped her areola and sucked in her nipple with powerful suction. His tongue lashed out across it. Not even when he bit her areola could dampen her pleasure. The pain felt good. When he deserted her breasts, they were shiny with his spit.

  He was eager now, so her skirt went quickly. “Spread your legs,” his voice was raspy as he saw her mound barely covered by a thong. His fingers played across it, but his cock needed attention. That was why she was here this day, to give him his pleasure. He griped her pussy lips through her thong. It was easy, they were plump. He slid a finger down her slit as he pulled her lip to the side and her thong soon grew wet. “Lift your ass up.” He eagerly yanked her thong to her ankles as she arched up her body to allow him to strip her naked.

  She was naked, and she expected him to touch her pussy, or at least, she hoped he would, but she was disappointed. He stood up, and he quickly stripped off his clothes. She couldn’t take her eyes off his pants, bulging from his erection. He had no modesty as he slid his pants off and stood there in his boxer briefs with his cock jutting out. There was already a wet spot, and the more he stroked his cock, the bigger the drop became. Is he going to fuck me quickly without any foreplay? He pulled the other chair away from the desk and sat down on it but not before he slipped his shorts down. He stroked his cock proudly. He pushed his balls in front of him on the chair as his cock stood up. He was big, over eight inches for sure. He had black, wiry pubic hairs, and they were thick on his balls and at the base of his cock.

  “Come over here and suck my cock,” he said it in a calm, collective manner, as if it was the most natural thing for her to do.

  She’d never sucked a man’s cock in real life, so in her fantasy, she was just as inexperienced. Yet, she had to do what he asked. She got up and kneeled submissively between his legs as if she knew what to do. She didn’t know if it was instinct or a natural ability as her hand reached out for his cock. The minute she touched it, the muscles revolted, but she knew enough of stroking a man’s cock to know that she had to tighten her fingers around it immediately or it would escape her grip. She grasped it in a firm grip, although her fingers had a difficult time getting around the girth of his shaft. Her hand began to slide up and down the shaft, keeping her fingers tight as the slack skin rode beneath her fingers. Her fingers slid all the way up the shaft and over the thick ridge to rub the helmet of his cock with her thumb. She squeezed out a drop of milky cum before she stroked back down again. She continued to masturbate his cock; standing it up in the air as her other hand slid beneath his balls and hefted them up. She rolled his balls as she stroked him. She knew she was doing a good job as more of his precum leaked out. She scooped it up to lubricate his cock.

  “I said suck it, not jerk me off,” Brice scolded her like a bad schoolgirl.

  His unhappy voice scared her. Now, she regretted coaxing the cum from his cock. The big helmet of his cock glistened from the drops she rubbed over it. The slick helmet would be the first cock in her mouth and she’d have to taste him immediately. She didn’t expect it to be a pleasant taste, in spite of having licked her own juices. Men were much more profuse and thick. She leaned forward as she stood his cock up. Her mouth opened wide, but it wasn’t wide enough. The head of his cock hit her upper and lower lips at the same time, and her mouth was forced to open wider to accommodate the thick helmet. Her mouth was flooded with a salty taste as the smooth helmet of his cock slid through her lips and sat heavily on her tongue. Her lips were clasped tightly on the ridge beneath the helmet to trap it, but it did little good when his cock jerked spastically from the slightest movement of her tongue on his cock. She got her tongue out from beneath his cock, and her hand held the shaft tight. His hand gripped the back of her head and pulled her down onto his cock. She found her mouth filled with thick, hard cock as he plunged in. It slid easily over her wet tongue and shot to the back of her mouth.

  “Suck it. Don’t you know how to do it?” He was growing agitated.

  His cock slid in and out of her lips when he rode her head up and down as the palm of his hand gripped the crown of her head. Her tongue sought out his cock, and she tasted more of his leaking cum as it swiped over the helmet and drew out more drops to stain her tongue with the thick crème.

  Brice needed to cum, and he doubted that her mouth would give him much pleasure. He pulled his cock out and saw the look of disappointment on her face. That was good. Maybe she’d fuck him better. “Kneel down doggy style on the two desks. Put your knees on one desk, your hands on the other.”

  She didn’t care how exposed she was as she got into that position. She had to make him happy. Her breasts hung down like cows udders, but she spread her legs as wide as the desks would allow. She arched her back to stick her ass up in the air. She knew he got a view of her naked pussy from behind but also her anus. She didn’t turn around when he got on the desk behind her. She waited for the first touch of his cock on her pussy.

  He kneeled behind her, one hand on her back, the other on his cock. After her lackluster performance in sucking his cock, he should fuck her up the ass, but he figured that would be too much of a fight to get his cock into a hole that he was sure to be virgin.

  He rubbed his cock up and down her pussy. It felt good, but it still gave her alarm at the size of his cock. No man she’d fucked was ever as big as him; she would’ve remembered that.

  He pushed the head of his cock against her tight hole. He pushed in until the head was firmly in place. His hands went to her hips. He didn’t give her a chance to contemplate what he’d do. He thrust with his hips and three inches of rock-hard cock was shoved into her. He yanked on her hips and pulled her onto his cock as she tried to escape.

  The helmet of his cock stretched her, but her breath was taken away when he shoved in hard and deep with no more preliminaries. Her body reared up, but his strong fingers dug into the flesh of her hips and yanked her back onto his penetrating cock. Her insides stretched wide to accept him, but he already pulled out and shoved back in, always deeper. Now, she knew what it felt like to be taken by a big cock. He filled every inch of her and stretched her when he was too big. His cock rode up and down her pussy as the big helmet rubbed her harshly.

  He didn’t need her assistance for his pleasure. Her pussy was tight as his cock beat her into submission. Her muscles rippled over his cock as he continued to fuck her hard. It took about four strokes before the head of his cock banged hard into her cervix, shoving her body forward, but he wouldn’t let her escape his impalement, yanking her back down to caress his cock with such pleasure.

  Her body was jolted, and her breasts swung freely as he took her ruthlessly from behind. He went in so deep and hard that he shattered her body, but at least he leaned over her as he humped her like a wild dog. He fondled her breasts, but then, his hand slid between her legs and found her clit. He wasn’t gentle as he pinched it when he fucked in hard to make her jerk back onto his rampaging cock with greater intensity. Yet, in spite of that, she began to feel pleasure. It might be harshly that he touched her clit, but at least he paid attention to it. Her pussy never felt anything like his big, hard cock taking her.

  Justine’s fingers raced up her slit and over her clit faster as she approached her pleasure. Her legs pushed up high, spread wide until her crotch ached as though she was forced to open up. Her body exploded as she came, her mind conjuring up the way his cock would blast her pussy when he shot his cum like a firehose inside her. She didn’t stop rubbing her clit even as her orgasm subsided as though it wasn’t she that was doing it. When she finally sto
pped, her clit was sore but satisfied. The afterglow spread across her body as she lay naked on the bed.

  Chapter 2

  A Strange Twist

  Justine got up late the next day and was still having coffee when the doorbell rang. She answered it, and it was FedEx.

  “I have a letter for Justine Richter.” He took out his computer.

  “Heidi or Justine?” It must be for her mother.

  He looked at it again. “Justine.”

  “That’s me.” She signed for it and took the overnight envelope. She saw the return address as she closed the door. Mathew Poller, Attorney at Law. She grew nervous at an overnight letter from an attorney, but it was strange that he was from Mason Cove, Virginia. It sounded familiar, but she couldn’t place it. That was over a thousand miles from her. What could an attorney want from me? She pulled the string to open it, and there was a single sheet of paper along with a business card attached to it.

  It read as follows.

  There will be a reading of the will of Sabrina Kline on July 14, 2016 at ten AM at the office of Mathew Poller in Mason Cove, Virginia. As you have been named in the will, it would be advantageous for you to attend. All travel arrangements will be made by this office at our expense. I realize that it is short notice, but it is out of necessity. You can reach me at the above number for any questions. Please respond at your earliest convenience.

  Now it rang a bell. It was her great aunt, Sabrina. She never met her and her mother never mentioned her, so Justine thought she’d died a long time ago. She must have been very old to be her mother’s aunt. Her mother must be getting an envelope like this, also. They could go together. She put the letter in her room and went about her day. She’d call the attorney after her mother received her letter.

  Justine spent the day at home waiting for another letter. It was short notice, so she wanted to make sure they’d leave it and not just leave a notice. The door opened late in the afternoon. It was her mother. Why didn’t another letter come?