Natural Submission: Book 1 of the Submission Series (19 page)

“OK, never mind you mouthy bitch you want to go out in the cold like that, fine.” He was dressed in a business suit the same way she’d seen him the last time, all conservative and tailored, hiding a very sick soul. He took off his very expensive looking silk tie and keeping her hands behind her back tied them in a knot, surely tighter than was necessary before picking her up and putting her over his shoulder carrying her out into the brisk, bright day.

He approached his Jaguar sedan, it was such a deep violet in color it almost looked black. Francine thought it was a car for sissies and was tempted to tell him so, but already the cold was taking her breath away. Not to mention the fact that the car’s windows were tinted completely black and she was betting in his line of work did not open from the inside unless the driver allowed it, something he confirmed as soon as she was “settled in”. She trembled for a moment and realized if it wasn't for her collar and it’s tracking device she’d be sinking into her own fear. The asshole in front of her expected to see a collared slave... and that’s exactly what she looked like she was.

After a mini seminar on “the rules” and how if they weren’t followed she would be thrown in the trunk, she wrangled herself into her “quiet place”. Thanks to K she had to admit again. His lessons and yes, the mental discipline from the
damn
yoga.

She stayed calm, slowed her breathing and didn't panic, she heard his voice in her head. “
I’m also going to teach you how to get out of some basic ties today Angel.” She had looked at him, her hazel eyes filled with surprise, but he had smiled. “What we do, the
lifestyle
, it’s mostly for fun, play. That’s why you have a safe word.” His look had turned a little sheepish, such a misplaced look on what was so often a stern face. “You’ll even be able to get to get out of some of mine from now on if you you like, but that’s OK
.

She wanted to tear up at the thought of what he’d done for her, the old Francine would have been on the verge of collapse from the gut tearing fear running through her body. But now, thanks to the “K bootcamp” her mind was still active and working. Now the only question was, how to keep this asshole distracted while she worked on his weak ass ties? She waited until they had started down the drive before using her acid tongue, “I’m not afraid of a monkey’s ass like you, I’ve experienced true Dominance and it could never be from that worm that’s between your legs.”

“Shut up slave.” Francine’s little chin raised a bit. Now that she had gotten started, what began as a way to distract him turned into it’s own monster. She just couldn't seem to help the tide of defiance rising inside of her and springing from her lips. This man had been so cruel to her when they had encountered each other for the first time. He had used words to terrify her and how many others? Now she had her chance and she was riding high, her little collar and the lessons from her Master giving her new found strength she could not seem to stop herself.

“My Master is a hunter you know? He loves to hunt and track things, he’ll hunt you, punish you and beat you like a three year old for taking what belongs to him.”

He was yelling now, starting to lose it... “
Your Master
is a
fucking
accountant! That’s it!”

She paused for effect, “Then why is there fear behind your beady little rat eyes?” Francine’s eyes were steely and sure from the back seat, but Armin was beyond frustrated now.
When had he ever had a
woman
talk to him in such a way?
Especially one half naked and tied? Fear was his candy, what he lived for and savored in others, especially in women, and to not be getting it from Francine was bad enough. But to feel it in himself, eating away like a dark poison seeping through his own bloodstream, it was intolerable, especially since it seemed to have no foundation.
He
was the clever one,
he
was the one in control. In spite of everything he felt fear’s familiar bite rise up inside him and now, he was really trying hard now not to let it consume him and cause him to foam at the mouth. Francine saw him take a swipe across his lips with the back of his hand;
yuck
.

 Quieter now, he was trying to collect himself and concentrate while navigating the ridiculous car on the snow covered dirt road through the mountainous terrain.
What was he worried about?
He mused again.
Finally
he had the upper hand, he ought to be celebrating. Not letting this
fuckhole
distract him. All this time K had been so fucking careful, but he’d always remember it was
he, Armin!
he was the one who tracked and found him and his
slave bitch
, and now
he
would be rewarded!
I’ll
be the favorite, not some fucking accountant! And the next couple group of girls that came in, Armin would request the strongest to play his games with as a reward. It would be like enjoying a moist piece of fruit cake.

He would take his turn with bitch in the back seat too, training her himself since K had obviously made such a
mess
of it. After he broke her and she was trembling with fear at his very presence, she could serve him at his palace before he sold her overseas to live out the rest of her days. Nothing would be traced back to him.

Careless of K to leave her just lying around. Picking her up had been just too easy. Too bad he already hadn’t had a chance to break her in a little more before she’d been sold, but he’d soon remedy that. So far, even for him she was proving to be a hand full. The fight she had given him! And the way she was looking at him now, like she’d kill him if she could.

Not to mention her
absolute confidence
in that
damn
K.
What had he done
to inspire such
loyalty
? Armin had gone to “after sale” visits before and had never seen
anything
like this level of
bonding.
“And you, he’s already
ruined
you!” He said searching for Francine's eyes in the back of the car. “He told me about you, you know, that you couldn't stop crying”. He paused seeing her cold-blooded stare, “I don’t remember you being like
this
.”

When she responded her voice matched the glint in her eyes, “Well I don't remember you being so
pathetic
and useless, like a used maxi pad, so I guess we're even."

Armin’s head looked like it wanted to spin around on his neck twice at her acidic response. His eyes were bruising up where she’d jabbed him with her furious fist and was his nose broken? He was still rambling on. “I’ll get to see what’s so great about your pussy too
fucking slave
before I hand you over. He’s been using you for weeks and It’s
my
turn now.”

 She continued in her cold brittle voice, “Your pencil dick could never satisfy me like his does.” Getting into it now... “His
dick
is so full and satisfying, after him I’d barely know you were there. It would be like an elephant and a tic tac.” She let her voice rise a bit at the end with this last statement.

“Yeah, well we’ll just see won't we?” BOOOM!! All of a sudden it was like a bomb went off and there was the sound of metal scratching and tearing harsh against her ears as she was thrown, the car swaying wildly to the side. Francine slammed against the side of the car doing what she could to avoid hitting her head as the car swerved, Armin did the best he could to keep the car from hitting a tree. “What the HELL?”

Any normal person would take a minute to recover, but this was Francine whom K had already disciplined
unsuccessfully
many times for sassiness. “That’s probably a trap my master has set, so he can hunt you down and crush your windpipe for taking what’s his.”

“SHUT UP!!!” Armin yelled. He burned with fury, he wanted to crush
her
windpipe, but tried to keep in mind how much she was worth... alive. Regretfully he got out of the car lamenting his shoes worth hundreds of dollars trying to assess the damage to his car. The tires were ragged and looked like they’d been deliberately torn. How is such a thing possible? Besides that there was no cell service out this far. He’d checked before getting out the car. Now what?

Before he could figure out his next move he heard a door open and the troublesome little blond was out of his car and
barefoot
making her way hurriedly down the snow covered drive.

* * *

This time it didn’t take long to catch her at all. Her legs were strong and sleek with muscle, but she was barefoot and freezing, and even she knew she was done for. Still, did her best as she stalled for time. Her pursuer at least had on shoes, even if they were completely inappropriate in the snowy mountain terrain. This time as he got closer he took off his belt.
Uh oh.
She didn’t like the look he was giving her, not one bit. K had never
really
hurt her. She hadn’t expected things to go this far, and for the first time trepidation caused her mental focus to slide, she backed up without looking and fell on her round butt in the snow.

“I think it’s time for some of
my
discipline
slave bitch
.” Armin leaned down and pulled back her hair exposing her neck, getting ready to loop the belt around it, and then he saw the light, the
blinking
light. His head angled to the side, like a lizard, “What kind of slave collar is this?” he pondered.

Just then he got his answer as K came from behind, snatched the belt from Armin and smacked him a good one with a huge fist. The blow stunned Armin, but he attempted to fight back anyway turning and delivering an uppercut to K’s chin. K is ready for the blow, but any blow to the head can cause a person’s teeth to rattle. He recovered and got a better stance in the slick snow with those heavy insulated boots, the boots Francine has looked up from on her knees a time or two. Turns out they're good for more than intimidating wary submissives, better than Armin he anchored himself, able to deflect Armin’s next few blows.

The knife appeared like a flash, Armin sliced the air with it, K moved again, but was not quite quick enough - a stream of red appeared and blossomed over his chest area, through the coat. His eyes were open now on the knife, and quicker than the already unstable Armin can be in his unsuitable weather he kicked out swiftly, knocking the knife from Armin’s unbalanced stance. Taking advantage of his shock and with cold, decisive anger he proceeded to do what Armin what he was going to do to Francine, as he looped it around his neck, and effectively brought him to his knees crushing his windpipe. The whole struggle took only a very few minutes, K’s movements beautiful and violent to the now frightened Francine.

Panicked and already weakened from her throw, along with their fight and the cold, Armin grabbed at the looping belt collar K had made for his neck, fighting now for air. Francine had scrambled away to a safe distance to watch. Feeling much of the fear gain away and relief seeping in as she watched Armin on his knees as he struggled for air. She tried to forget how terrified she’d been when the knife had appeared. What if he’d had a gun? K was bleeding. What if something had really happened to him? What would she have done?

Seemingly in complete control of the situation K put a knee in Armin’s back and secured his arms while continuing to cut off his air supply until he finally blacked out from lack of air. Blood still blossomed on his shirt as he took out some ropes and trussed him up like a hunting trophy before he lifted him over his back. Wincing he said casually, “Lets go.”

She tried to get up, but almost immediately he saw the problem. “Oh, yeah, wait here.” He went to place Armin in the back of his truck and came back for her.

“Your side...” She began worriedly as she realized his intent was to lift her.

“It’s a flesh wound Francine.” He’d already wrapped something around his chest. “See,” He indicated the blood flow, “It’s already slowing, lets get you up okay?” Gently he lifted her in his arms where immediately she felt warmer and safer against his chest.

He began sure strides back to his truck. “You used my collar to find me?”

“Of course Angel.” He responded and bent down to gently kiss her upturned face. He placed her in the front seat of the truck. The heat was already running the cabin warming up, the heat reached out to her in with loving tendrils. He gave her a direct look. “You knew I’d find you.” She nodded with a smile, the immediate danger was over and the rest of the adrenaline left her body in a rush. Tears of relief burned behind her eyes. He pulled her close again cradling her in a brief but tight embrace before he kissed her on the forehead, then tenderly on the mouth before he shut the door.

He rounded the truck and got behind the wheel before pulling down and putting on a pair of wrap around Oakley sunglasses to protect his eyes from the glare. “If you knew I was coming, why didn't you wait for me in the car?” Seeing her squint up at him he reached down and gave her his extra pair. Her bruised knuckles were slowly clenching and unclenching in direct line of the heated vents. Seeing them made him want to finish Armin off for good, but seeing her in the dark masculine shades also made him want to smile, especially when he heard what she said next.