The Submission of Sophie

The Submission of sophie (part 3)

The air was crackling with silence. Sophie focused her eyes on the gathered people. None of the faces were sympathetic or familiar to her and a wave of desperate loneliness washed through her. Jeremy stood back, his loose robe closing over his hard member. In his place Amber's cold face appeared and Sophie's heart sank as the hostile grey eyes swept over her nakedness. The leather costume was gone and she was splendidly naked, her athlete's body denying her age.

"You certainly have a lovely figure, Sophie." Amber said. " Let's see what we can do with it."

And she knelt between Sophie's spread thighs. Her smooth tanned ass was high in the air as she drew closer to her target. The men standing behind her feasted on the vision she offered, their hands working furiously.

The feeling of Amber's breath on her skin made Sophie squirm and struggle. She had never been with a woman and the idea did not appeal to her, particularly as this woman obviously disliked her.

"Lay still you little idiot!" Snapped Amber, giving her a sharp slap on the leg. "That sort of behaviour won't help!"

Before she finished berating Sophie, Amber's words were muffled as her mouth covered Sophie's pussy. She drew the soft, wet lips in, playing with them, biting and chewing lightly. Sophie moaned in spite of herself and then jumped as Amber's tongue found her clit.

There was a murmur of approval at Sophie's reaction and it spurred Amber on. She grasped Sophie's hips and buried her face between the spread legs. Sophie could feel Amber's tongue explore deeper and deeper and her fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thighs. Suddenly Amber changed tactics and started lapping with her tongue at Sophie's clit. The rhythmic motion brought Sophie closer and closer to climax. A finger found her bud and opened it, none too gently, Sophie cried out in pain and fear.

"Stop that mewling you little slut!" spat Amber looking up from her position between Sophie's legs.

Her face was wet with saliva and Sophie's juices. The sound of Amber's voice brought Sophie back from her pre-climatic state and she closed her eyes, remembering that so many people were watching her. She also remembered that her performance and reaction would reflect on Thomas. She tried to relax again and her climax grew once more as Amber resumed her licking and nibbling.

From the outer edge of the crowd, Thomas watched as Sophie's tight body responded to Amber's mouth. The sight of the two naked women, both so familiar to him, was very arousing. He began a slow stroke of his engorged cock as he watched.

He remembered Amber as she had been when she had taken his virginity, had taught him the skills he then used so well to pleasure other women. Always, however, he had returned to Amber's bed until he found Sophie and, he was sure, real love. He felt guilty and a surge of love as he watched Sophie reacting with pleasure to Amber's ministrations knowing she would also feel vulnerable and humiliated.

In spite of herself Sophie started to climax, arching her back and sobbing. Amber drew out the orgasm expertly so that Sophie cried out, pleading, until she was allowed to peak with a scream of pleasure. Amber sat back on her heels with a satisfied smile.

"There, it feels good when an expert handles you, doesn't it?" She laughed, looking down coldly at the spent form on the bed.

Sophie, still groggy from her orgasm, felt hands untying her legs. Jeremy appeared in her narrow field of vision. He leaned down until she could feel his breath as he whispered.

"How are you, sweet Sophie? Surviving so far?"

"May I get up?" Sophie pleaded, glad that it was over.

"Yes, yes, by all means! The best is yet to come." He said as he released her wrists and helping her to sit. Sophie's heart sank; she sat up rubbing herself where the ties had cut into her flesh.

"We recently acquired a new devise and we have decided to take advantage of this occasion to demonstrate it for the members." Jeremy said helping Sophie to sit up.

She searched the faces for Thomas but, when he had seen her sitting up, he had stepped back behind the others to hide from her eyes. The gathered crowd had drawn closer and now Sophie recognised some of the men from her time in the ballroom. Many of the male members continued to masturbate or receive oral sex from the females having started while Amber was working on Sophie. Sophie saw a circle of hands stroking rigid cocks and swallowed nervously.

Jeremy was helping her off the bed, she was still shaky and he held her around her naked waist. He led her towards a strange looking contraption. To Sophie it looked like a cross between a child's swing set and a hammock.

"Here, let me help you, Sophie." Said Jeremy.

He lowered a canvas hammock and indicated that she lie back in it. Nervously, Sophie obeyed and found that it accommodated her shoulders and back but, in order to keep her feet off the floor, she had to place them in stirrups on either side of the hammock. This forced her knees wide open in a most suggestive way and she felt the air cool the dampness that the position revealed.

Watching her get settled, Jeremy seemed impatient. His erection was back to its former glory and he unconsciously stroked it. Once her heels were secured in the stirrups, two women took her hands and held them out away from her sides. They cuffed them to rings in the frame so that Sophie was totally helpless. The sling was adjusted to allow Jeremy to approach her open legs; her swollen, exposed sex was at the height of Jeremy's hips.

Somewhere, music started and Jeremy dropped his robe to the floor. His hand explored Sophie where Amber had moistened her and where she was dripping from arousal, his fingers probing and opening her. Satisfied she was ready he placed the tip of his rigid cock at the entrance.

" Are you ready, Sophie?" He asked above the swelling music.

She tried to speak but couldn't so she nodded. At that Jeremy pressed into her and she felt the hardness open her, stretching her. She gave a cry – part pain, part pleasure.

"Now, my dear, as an added thrill we are going to use a switch on you. Thomas has told me that he has already initiated you to the sting of the whip so it should not be so strange for you. Are you ready?"

Before Sophie could answer she felt a sharp, stinging pain on her buttocks. She didn't cry out and was concentrating on the slow rhythm of Jeremy's cock as it glided in and out. The motion set the sling swinging gently. As he moved in her Jeremy caressed her clit in a way that sent waves of pleasure coursing through her. Just as she felt a climax start to build another, sharper, strike of the whip made her cry out. She wasn't able to see who wielded the whip but thought it must be Amber. In fact it was Thomas who had been ordered by Jeremy to comply.

Thomas remembered their time back in the hotel room when he had used a switch on Sophie's flesh. He had been very aroused by it and, after getting acclimatized, so had Sophie. However, he had used the switch as punishment and now he felt her humiliation was punishment enough. He was conscious of Jeremy watching him with his hooded eyes and knew he should be hitting Sophie with more conviction. Did she know it was he who held the whip, he wondered. He gave her reddening cheeks several sharp slashes so that Sophie cried out.

The cry could have been from the whipping or from Jeremy's increasingly violent thrusts into her. Above the music the whip's crack sounded like gun shot and in the pauses between the beatings came the wet slap of Jeremy's rhythmical fucking, in and out. Sophie whimpered with pain and arousal.

Suddenly, with a nod from Jeremy, Thomas dropped the switch and walked round to where Sophie's tousled head lay. He cradled it tenderly as Jeremy's rocked her. With Thomas holding her she exploded into an orgasm, the apparatus rattling and shaking as she shuddered with its intensity.

Her relief at seeing Thomas was what allowed Sophie the release of a climax and, as she did, Jeremy also came. He gave a loud growl and one last lunge into Sophie's overflowing pussy. Buried deep in her, he bent over her form and sank his teeth into her breast. Thomas saw the teeth bite into the tender flesh and watched the tears spring from Sophie's eyes. He resisted the urge to hit Jeremy and stop the torture. He was torn between his admiration and adulation for the older Dom, his teacher, and his love for Sophie.

With visible teeth marks around one nipple and both breasts heaving with her sobs, Sophie lay hoping this was the end of her ordeal. Thomas did his best to sooth her until Amber led him aside and he had to follow reluctantly. Standing with Thomas, Amber made sure Sophie was watching as the two of them kissed deeply.

After the kiss she looked back at Sophie, smiled and said. " You can tell we've done this before, can't you?"

As she spoke she held Thomas' erection in her hand, stroking the length of it. Sophie struggled, more humiliated than she thought possible.

"You do know, Sophie, that a sub must share her Dom?" sneered Amber rubbing her free hand lazily over Thomas' chest hair.

Thomas was aware of Amber's taunting but her hands seemed to enchant him, immobilize him. He gave a deep moan of pleasure as she took his control away and, around him, others reached the point of no return. Moans and gasps filled the room as climax after climax was reached. Amber was on her knees on front of Thomas, her mouth accepting his hard cock. He couldn't look at Sophie and, although she desperately wanted to, she couldn't stop watching the two naked bodies. Her lover's body, tanned and lean, bent over the voluptuous form of Amber.

Thomas' hands held Ambers head, his fingers enmeshed in her dark hair and he thrust deep into her willing mouth. Before Thomas could come Amber stood and led him to where Sophie lay quietly crying. She manipulated him until he spilt his cum over Sophie. The first shot hit her face and Amber let out a sharp, humourless laugh as she pumped him, the second and third fell on her breasts. Again and again he spent the white liquid on his love. As the warm cum cooled on her skin Sophie's eyes met his and she saw the helpless regret, the sorrow there. She felt his love for her; it was so strong that, through all her degradation, she knew, without a doubt, he loved her.

"Enough!" Thomas suddenly shouted. "Sophie has endured enough!"

"My, my, Thomas." Cooed Amber, her hands still caressing his body. "You do know you're in danger of forfeiting your future here?" Thomas brushed her hands away and, for the first time, she seemed hurt, vulnerable. She turned to where a group of well-muscled men stood grouped together fondling a nubile young blonde.

" Hold him!" She demanded and they immediately obeyed. With his arms pinned by a man on either side, Thomas was helpless.

Sophie strained to watch what was happening to her lover. He looked back at her in desperation, realising that he had brought them both to this.

" I think it's time to really show what this toy can do." Said Amber. " You, you and --- you!" She snapped, pointing at three of the better-endowed men in the crowd. " Fuck her! Use any entrance you like. She's yours to do with as you please."

Sophie gasped as Amber suddenly adjusted the swing so that she was tipped back, her head - unsupported - hung back. Padded benches were arranged below her for the men to lie or sit on. One of the men, Sophie recognised him as the dancer who had whispered in her ear, took his rigid cock in one hand and forced her mouth open with the other. Her head was upside down and as he entered her mouth his balls hit her nose. She felt him press to the back of her throat and pass through, making her cough and struggle to breathe.

"Stop wriggling you little worm!" Spat Amber and she gave Sophie a slash across her breast with the whip. Sophie was hardly conscious of the pain because the other two men were spreading her buttocks and she felt cool oil trickle down. One man sat, his legs stretched below her and drove his cock into her pussy. She was so slick that the tip slid down her lips and lodged against her bud.

"Oh God! Please don't!" She shouted as the cock in her mouth was withdrawn for a second but she felt him pressing in anyway, his hands gripping her.

This was the first time she had been entered there by anything other than a finger and the pain was frightful, she screamed in agony. Thomas struggled futilely between his captors and shouted to her to use the "safe word". Amber, smiling bitterly to herself, watched all this. It was so satisfying to see the little bitch being given her just desserts. Maybe Thomas would see how weak the girl was and realise his mistake. Sophie would live to regret stealing her Thomas away.

The third man arranged himself astride the seated one who was still fucking Sophie's ass and thrust his cock into her cunt. The pressure of two huge cocks in her at once made her feel she was being torn in two. To the rest of the gathering they seemed one body with many arms and legs. The sound of their grunts and growls and Sophie's gagged crying filled the room. The ass-fucker held cunt-fucker by the hips as he slid in and out, the two of them finding a rhythm. Mouth-fucker started to cum and Amber approached the group once more.

" Swallow it all, little bitch or I'll flog you!" She spat.



Sophie felt the cock in her mouth swell and pulse as her mouth filled with cum. She tried hard to swallow but, to her horror, she felt it spill out. She looked up at Amber, pleading with her eyes, her mouth still full of the spurting cock. As the sated mouth-fucker removed his glistening cock from her mouth, Sophie cried bitterly.

Thomas begged Jeremy to put a stop to the torture but he simply said. "She must use the safe word the two of you have chosen. She has not done this and I admire her tenacity."

Jeremy's words seemed to enrage Amber and, snarling, she slashed at Sophie with a wooden paddle. The skin on Sophie's wrists had broken from her struggles and blood ran on her arms.

"Use your safe word, Sophie!" Pleaded Thomas.

In a fog of pain, Sophie heard his voice but she wanted so much to prove to him she was strong. She knew how much he had longed to be accepted by these people and if this was what it took to prove her love for him she would accept it.

Amber was beating her so thoroughly that people started to murmur and even Jeremy stepped forward. He was stopped in his tracks by a look from Amber. The merciless beating continued on Sophie's legs and back. She seemed barely conscious and the observers started to voice their concern.

Silently Thomas appealed to his captors and - one by one - they let him go. He leapt forward and struck Amber with a hard tackle. As she sprawled inelegantly on the floor he fumbled with Sophie's ties. Both of them were weeping and the crowd was hushed. No one moved to stop Thomas and Amber, kneeling where she had fallen, screamed.

" You're finished Thomas. You will never make a Dom. Weakness will not be tolerated!" Spittle frothed on her lips and she scrambled to her feet. " Please, Thomas. We both know how much you want to be one of us."

She staggered desperately towards him as he finally managed to release his love. He scooped Sophie up in his arms; her legs would not carry her. Jeremy approached the hysterical Amber only to be brushed aside.

"You love me , Thomas. Do the times we made love mean nothing?" She screamed.

Slowly, it seemed so slow, Thomas turned towards the group. He stood cradling his love. For a few seconds there was no sound in the room except for Sophie's gentle weeping and then Thomas spoke.

"How have I been so blind as to want to join you? Nothing is worth what you have put Sophie through. I love her more than life, and you --" He focused on Amber. "--You vicious witch. If I ever felt anything for you how could you think I care for you now? You have been cruelly beating Sophie out of sheer jealousy." He gently adjusted his hold on Sophie and turned to go.

"Thomas!" Cried Amber. "You're throwing away years of training and effort! What about the lifestyle we talked about, you, Jeremy and I?"

"Sophie and I can follow the "life-style" with out any of you. I want her to trust me, although Heaven knows if she ever will after what I introduced her to here."

"But I love you!" said Amber, her voice shaking. She took a couple of faltering steps towards him.

"You don't love me, Amber. I was just another conquest for you. You simply couldn't bear to see me happy with Sophie."

"You ungrateful bastard!" She spat at him and Jeremy, standing behind her, silently gestured at Thomas to go.





Safely back in the hotel suite, Thomas laid Sophie, still in her cloak, gently on the bed. Her skin burned from the whip and paddle and she whimper with the pain. She was bruised inside, humiliated and shaken but her spirit was still strong. As Thomas straightened up to leave she caught his hand in hers.

"Don't go, please. Don't leave me."

He sat on the edge of the bed, her hand in both of his. He lifted it to his lips and held it there.

"I'll stay with you as long a you want, Sophie. I adore you. I will never forgive myself for the pain I've caused you."

"I love you so, Thomas. It was my choice to take the punishment. I did it because I love you." He kissed her and gently opened the cloak as he did. Her breasts were taut with desire under his hand and he knew they were destined to fuck that night.

"I want you. Want to possess you so badly, but your poor back ---- " She rolled to him, the cloak falling away. The pain of the bedding rubbing on her flayed skin was awful but her desire for Thomas was stronger.

"There is something I want to give you, something I want you to take. I have thought about it and decided I want this." He was puzzled at first ...... what was it she had that he did not already possess? Then he suddenly realised she was offering to be taken anally.

He slowly raised his eyes to hers and took her hand in his again.

"Are you sure, my love? I know what a treasured gift it is you are offering me. As your Dom, I am humbled. As your lover I am excited - thrilled!"

Sophie smiled and nodded towards Thomas' erection that protruded through the cloak folds. "I see that." She said kissing his hand.

They kissed tenderly at first then grew more and more passionate until Thomas said urgently.

"Sophie, move to the edge of the bed. If you can lie over the edge, kneeling at the bed it will be less friction on your back."

She shifted to the edge and he stood by her, watching lovingly. Once she was kneeling at the bed, her upper body lying on it, Thomas positioned himself behind her. He looked down at the flushed skin and stripes still apparent on her back and legs. He reached toward the bedside table where the tube he had carried in his case now lay. It was salve intended for the wax burns Sophie might have received; now he would use it to soothe her stripes.

He squeezed a quantity on to his hand and gently spread it over her back. He stroked down over her red buttocks and allowed his fingers to travel between her cheeks. He added extra lotion and returned to her ass; as he touched her bud she rose to his fingers.

"Oh Sophie! I want you!" He moaned kissing her shoulder.

She raised her head from the bed and strained to look back at him. "Please, Thomas. Now, do it now."

He spread her pink, warm cheeks and saw her bud. He knew he was not the first to take her there, but he was the first to be offered it willingly. Almost reverently he

bent to kiss the rosy, puckered bud and she moaned as he probed gently with his tongue.

"Now, Sophie?' He asked, still not sure she was really going to do this.

"Yes! Yes! Now, please!" Her voice came to him strained and choking.

He took his aching, throbbing cock and placed the tip where the salve lay thick between her buttocks. So ready for him was she that he was inside her without a murmur from her. He watched the hard, veined shaft disappear into her straining bud and was filled with complete love for Sophie as she lay before him.

She was concentrating on the sensation of his familiar cock moving in an unfamiliar place. He hadn't hurt her at all although the memory of the earlier invasion flashed to her and she firmly pushed it aside. Slowly Thomas rocked behind her still marvelling at the wonderful sensation of being in Sophie's ass, he watched her skin start to glow with an even redness so that the marks from the beating disappeared.

"Sophie, if only you could see this too." He said, his voice hoarse with emotion. "We are joined in the most intimate way. You have given me a gift I shall treasure always." Below him, Sophie smiled.

"It's yours to use as and when you choose." Then, after a pause, she added. "Master."

Thomas smiled, he knew he was close to reaching a climax and reached below Sophie to caress her clit. That was all it took to bring her to an orgasm and, as Thomas watched, her bud seemed to open then tighten on him almost painfully. He let out an animalistic growl and drove into Sophie, forcing the air out of her with a grunt. Together they came, her body shuddering under him and he, with his head thrown back, feeling the wonder of her body.

Afterwards they lay together, she had almost forgotten the nightmare of earlier. He cradled her tenderly. It seemed an age since they had started this weekend break together. Ahead lay a lifetime of loving and learning together, each knowing the other was a soul mate.