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  TAUGHT TO SUBMIT

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  POWERONE

  A Renaissance E Books publication

  ISBN 1-58873-775-6

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  Copyright © 2005 by Powerone

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  A Sizzler/B&D Edition

  CHAPTER 1

  Elise's First Encounter with an Older Man

  It was two days before her mother was going out with Bill again. Elise raced home from school, changed her clothes, and put on one of Christina's skirts, which was much too short for Elise to wear normally, but she wanted Bill to touch her again. The knock on the door awoke her from her fantasy, the reality that Bill was now outside the door, and here she was clad in a short skirt like a street whore, waiting for an older man to molest her. What was she doing? The door shook as Bill knocked again. Even his knock was insistent, almost as if ordering her to open the door. Her trembling hands turned the lock, pulling the door open, Bill stared at her.

  "I think little Elise has been waiting for me,” he said, seeing the short skirt that showed an ample amount of white thigh, the back of the skirt clinging to her ass like a second skin. It must be Christina's skirt, he thought. He closed the door, “Your mother will be home soon. Come over here.” He motioned her over to the chair. He sat down as she moved toward him, her legs feeling like they were going to collapse beneath her.

  She stood in front of him, feeling vulnerable, his head in line with her sex, afraid of what she might have gotten herself into. Maybe she shouldn't have done this. Maybe she should just run into her bedroom, but her feet refused to move. She wasn't sure if it was fright or expectation. She waited.

  "Turn around Elise. That is one sexy skirt. And the cutest tight ass in it.” He put his hands on her hips, and felt her shudder when he touched her, turning her until her back was to him. “Stop. Now be a good girl and hold still for me. Can you do that for me, Elise?"

  She trembled, “Yes.” Her body tensed, eagerly waiting for the touch on her ass that she knew was coming.

  Bill couldn't wait. Lisa would be home soon and his cock was straining his pants, his hands eager to mold around that tight butt in front of him. He let his hands mold around her cheeks, encircling them both, his fingers grasping on the firm flesh. “Yes, such a nice little ass, Elise. Did you put that short skirt on for me?” He looked at her thighs peeking out from below the skirt, wishing he had time to strip the skirt from her, to make her naked and beg for his cock.

  She could barely whisper yes, his hands taking her breath away as they took command of her body. She was unable to do anything to stop him, even if she wanted to. She could only able stand there and let his hands fondle her flesh as if he owned her. She was glad she had her back to him, sparing her the humiliation of watching the smug grin on his face as he had his way with her body. For five minutes she endured his fondling and his comments, forcing her to admit she wanted him to touch her, pushing her ass out for him as if offering it up to his hands. Five minutes and her panties were drenched, her juices freely flowing, almost afraid that Bill could smell her scent as if she was in heat. Startled, she ran to her room when the door handle jiggled, closing the door just as her mother entered as if she wasn't even in the room.

  It had been going on for a couple of weeks now, each time Elise getting braver, each week Bill becoming bolder. It started out simply enough two weeks ago. Elise looked through the peephole and saw Bill standing at the door. Bill was her mother's latest boyfriend. ‘Latest’ would have been an exaggeration as this was the first since her father died three years ago. He was rather handsome, a couple of years younger then her mother. Elise guessed him to be about twenty-eight. He wasn't much older than Elise, who turned nineteen last week. She had met Bill the last three times he came by to pick up her mother, but this was the first time he arrived when she wasn't home yet. Elise jumped as the bell rang again, not sure what to do. Christina, her twin sister would not be home for another half-hour, her mother was expected in about fifteen minutes. Should she ignore him, make believe she wasn't home? Elise was more of an introvert and didn't handle people well, unlike her twin sister. How could twins be so far apart? She jumped, the bell rang again, this time followed by Bill pounding on the door. Bill scared her a little, his gaze wandering over her body whenever they met. She took a deep breath and opened the door. “Hello Bill,” she tried to blurt out cheerfully.

  "Where the hell have you been? And where is Lisa? We have a date!” Bill burst through the door, uninvited.

  Elise jumped back, frightened by his loud voice and the way he burst into the apartment. The door slammed behind him, Elise was trapped with him, alone. “I ... don't know where she is,” Elise stammered, “was she suppose to be here?"

  Bill looked at her, saw her trembling. She looks just like her mother except eighteen years younger. She had long blonde hair, tiny nose, green eyes, large lips and a body to die for. She had pert little tits, just like Lisa. He couldn't tell, but he would bet anything that her nipples were big, as well as her areolas, dark brown circles on a perfect chest. He looked down at her long tanned legs and nice hips. He had already caught a glimpse of the cutest ass last time he was here. I wonder if her disposition is similar to her mothers.

  It was quite by accident that he found out Lisa's secret. When they were making love, he pulled her arms above her head, pinning them down with one of his large hands as his hips continued to pump his cock in and out of her pussy, her legs spread wide by his hips. He felt her squirming, almost as if she was trying to escape, he held her wrists harder, his cock giving her more punishing strokes as he fucked her. She came when he did, his cock buried deep inside her, spurting his hot cum as she screamed so loud, Bill was afraid someone would call the police. This wasn't like the first time they fucked. She was more reserved the first time, almost as if she was doing it just for him, not even sure if she even came that time. She didn't say anything afterward, but had just snuggled up naked to him.

  The following week when they were in bed, he surprised her. He pulled out a piece of rope from the side of the bed. Lisa's eyes widened, but she didn't say anything as he pulled her arms above her head, her eyes clenched tightly as he tied her wrists together to the headboard. He let go of her wrists, and watched her test the rope, trying to pull her arms free. The knots held her securely. She squirmed on the bed as he played with her body, touching her all over, her arms unable to prevent him. He flipped her over on her stomach, slapping her hard on her ass, a moan of passion escaping from her mouth. He let his fingers play between her legs as she tried to push him off, Bill was too powerful for her, kneeling between her spread legs, keeping her open for him. She tossed and tried to turn when his finger played with her asshole, her eyes still clenched tight as she suffered under his rude handling of her body. He pulled her up onto her knees, her head still on the bed, arched up as his cock took her painfully from behind doggy style. He stuffed her panties into her mouth to silence her cries of passion as
he fucked her hard and ruthlessly. He shoved a finger deep into her asshole as her hips danced around. His cock received such pleasure from her pussy when she came, her screams now only muffled cries of pleasure. Again, she didn't confront him when they finished, but lay next to him. He knew she was trying to recover from the orgasm.

  Was daughter like mother? He had met Christina, her sister. While they looked identical, their personalities were completely different. Christina was very outgoing and controlling, knowing that her good looks could get her almost anything, and knew how to use that to her advantage. She was able to wrap the boys she dated around her finger. They were little boys, following her like well trained puppies.

  He decided to find out; Lisa wouldn't be home for about fifteen minutes. “I didn't mean to scare you; you just took so long to answer. That, and your mother is late for our date.” He saw her trembling in fear, and moved close to her.

  "You did scare me,” she whispered, moving back.

  "Stop,” he ordered her, she froze in her tracks as he moved closer. “Good girl.” His hand moved up to her face, and he saw her begin to pull back. “I said don't move, I won't hurt you,” he ordered her in a sterner voice. He let his hands caress her cheek, seeing her eyes watching him, her body trembling as he caressed her smooth, silky skin. “You're as beautiful as your mother, Elise.” His hand moved down to her neck. Goose bumps appeared on her flesh as his fingertips lightly touched her skin. His hand moved back to her hair, feeling the silky strands as he brushed them from the corner of her face. He let his finger move down to her lips, watching them quiver when his finger rubbed sensuously over them. “Are you like your mother, Elise?"

  She was scared, he was touching her strangely, and she was unable to stop him, shivering as his hands moved gently over her face and neck, stroking her, his voice soft and reassuring. She felt good when he told her she was beautiful, never thinking of herself in that manner. While boys were always chasing after Christina, they always ignored her. Since they were identical twins, why waste time with the one that barely spoke when you could have one that put out? Christina told Elise that she often had sex with boys she dated. Their mother would die if she knew. Her mother married when she was sixteen. She didn't want her daughters to suffer the same fate so she became strict once they reached puberty, trying to prevent almost all dating. Elise didn't really care, but Christina vigorously fought the rule and won.

  "I am like my mother.” Elise answered what she thought the question was, but not what Bill was asking. He wanted to know how submissive she was.

  "We'll see.” Bill's hand moved down her shoulders to lightly stroke her back. “Hold still,” he ordered her again, as he let his hand rub her back before moving the waistband of her skirt, to rub on the gentle swell of her twin buttocks. He became bolder. Her hands stayed at her side, her fists clenched, her eyes closed. Just like Lisa. He let his hands roam over her firm ass cheeks, feeling her clench her cheeks as he continued to caress her nineteen-year-old flesh, her chest heaved as she endured his fondling. “You have a great ass, Elise,” he commented and squeezed one cheek. Her hips jerked forward, pushing into his crotch and was greeted by the bulge in his pants, a hard cock rubbing against her pussy. She pushed her hips back into his hands, anything better then feeling his hard cock, afraid of what might happen.

  "Yes, I like that,” feeling her push her cheeks back into his big palms, his fingers clenching onto her firm ass again, feeling the crack beneath her skirt. He pulled away when the door burst open. Lisa entered, a shocked look on her face when she saw Bill in front of Elise. Bill quickly shot out, “It's about time you got here. You're late. You can thank Elise for letting me in. Now get ready quickly, I don't have all night.” He didn't give her a chance to protest. He watched Elise dash out of the room. His cock jerked in his pants as he saw the gentle sway of her ass, remembering how firm the flesh was beneath his fingertips.

  He fucked Lisa again that night, but this time he imagined it was Elise beneath him. He tied up her again, and Lisa made no protests as she was securely bound. This time he used her mouth, his hips on each side of her face, his cock rubbing up and down her lips, imagining it was Elise's sweet lips that sucked in his cock. Elise's tongue that played over his cock. Elise that swallowed his cum when he shot in her mouth. He ate Lisa's pussy as she squirmed on the bed, his powerful hands holding her hips firmly. He licked her from her pussy to her asshole, hearing her gagged squeal as he made his tongue hard and pushed it into her rectum, feeling the heat from her asshole, tasting the slightly tart anus.

  Elise went into her bedroom as soon as her mother had left, Christina had already sneaked out to see her boyfriend. She was left alone to slowly masturbate, reliving the experience of Bill's hands as they fondled her ass until she finally came all over her fingers, embarrassed at her thoughts.

  This time Bill had become bolder, raising her skirt and fondling her ass through her panties, saved only by her mother coming home. After she raced to her bedroom, her mother knocked on her door.

  "Are you okay, Elise?” her mother commented before she left for her date. “You look a little flushed, do you have a fever?"

  "N-no, I'm okay. Have fun on your date. Mom, do you like Bill?"

  "Yes, why do you ask?” Lisa answered back.

  "Nothing, Mom. Bye.” She waited for a minute. “I like him, too,” she said softly as the door closed, sure her mother didn't hear her. When she heard the outside door closed, she stripped off her clothes, and lay naked in the center of the bed on her stomach. Her legs were spread wide, her hand underneath her, playing with her pussy, feeling her wetness soak the blanket underneath her. She began to hump her butt up and down, imagining Bill standing over her, watching her naked ass. She jumped up when Christina opened the door, and caught her naked on the bed, masturbating.

  "Sorry to disturb you.” She left the room, leaving the door open.

  Elise pulled a blanket around her, feeling ashamed. Suddenly Christina returned, throwing something on the bed. “Try this, you'll like it better. I have to go find a real cock,” she teased and left for a date.

  Elise looked down at the large white vibrator sitting in the center of the bed. She picked it up, and flipped the switch, seeing it come to life as it began to buzz and shake. She lay back down on the bed again, on her stomach, one hand under her body, rubbing her clit, the other hand rubbing the vibrator over her anus. The tingling sent her into an uncontrollable orgasm as she imagined it was Bill with the vibrator in his hand, moving it up and down the crack of her butt, playing it over her anus.

  She masturbated almost every night, and had already bought a new set of batteries for the vibrator. She had been too embarrassed to even thank Christina for it, wanted to buy one for her own, but wasn't sure where or how to go about it.

  It was almost a week before her mother was going out with Bill again. Elise didn't masturbate the night before, wanting to stay aroused for when he would come, knowing he would play with her ass again. She watched out the window until she saw him pull up, fifteen minutes early. She rushed to the door, almost opening it before the bell rang. She opened the door and Bill smiled when he saw her wearing Christina's cheerleader skirt. It was so short, it barely covered her panties.

  "You certainly are eager aren't you little, Elise?” He sat in the chair again, motioning her over to him. This time she rushed to stand before him, her legs almost naked. If he looked up, he could see up her skirt. “Turn around Elise. The skirt is short, but I don't want anything in the way. Pull it up above your waist and hold it there.” Her hands shook as she gripped her skirt and let it slide up over her hips until she had it high above her waist. The tight panties outlined every curve and crack in her body.

  She felt humiliated and excited, at the same time. She hadn't thought of this. She had worn a tight pair of panties, expecting him only to run his hands over them, not be exposed as she was now. She turned red when she realized he could see any indent in her body beneath the panties,
including the split of her butt and her vulva. The panties pushed between both, outlining her sex and ass for him to see. She felt his hands follow the curves of her body, fingers tracing up and down her crack, her cheeks tightening when she felt him move toward her anus.

  Smack. Bill hit her left cheek with his palm, and a sharp pain shot into her brain as she felt the heat of his hand on her ass.

  "Don't tighten up on me,” he ordered her. “My hands will go wherever they want to, and you won't stop me!” He was emphatic, his voice rising as he spoke.

  She relaxed her cheeks, and his fingers continuing their journey, along her split, feeling them push in deeper into her panties as they moved down. “Ooohh,” she moaned when she felt his finger run over her anus. Shivers ran through her body as he touched one of her most intimate parts. She shuddered and shook, her body fondled for the first time. “Gggoodd,” she cried out when his hand went lower and gripped her sex from behind, two fingers pushing her panties between her labia, soaking the silky fabric with her juices.

  "Your cunt is soaked Elise.” He squeezed tighter, feeling her shudder, almost afraid she would cum from his hand while standing there. He let his fingers slide back and forth along her slit, feeling her legs part, giving him better access to her pussy. The door rattled in warning. He lightly slapped her between the legs. “Run to your room."

  She could barely catch her breath, and quickly changed out of the skirt so her mother wouldn't catch her. Her face was flushed, and she wished her mother would leave quickly. She had to cum soon.

  "Are you sure you're not sick. Your face is beet red, you're sweating and breathing heavy. Maybe I should stay home tonight.” Her mom looked at her daughter, lying on the bed.

  "No, I'm okay, and we're leaving in seven days for our trip. Don't have time to get sick. Go on and have fun, I'll be okay."

  She let the vibrator run between her legs, sliding up and down her wet slit, running over her clit, her body exploding into an orgasm that shook her. She humped up and down on the vibrator like a dog in heat as she came again and again, imagining Bill standing over her, watching her as she masturbated herself to orgasm.