Born for Submission

POV: Hana

"Train me to be your filthy little fucktoy, Eli. I'm yours to break and mold. Use my holes, **** me, turn me into whatever pathetic slut you need. I don't want control—I want you deciding every twisted thing I become. I'll obey like the worthless bitch I am, no questions, no mercy."

Eli’s lips curved into a slow, predatory smile, his eyes darkening with a heat that made her pulse catch. He stepped in, close enough that the warmth of his body brushed her skin—close enough to breathe in the clean scent of him laced with the faint musk of the gym.

“Good girl,” he murmured, voice low and rough, a vibration that slid straight through her.

“You’ve been thinking about this since I first walked into your home, haven’t you? All those nights alone in your room—stretching for me, bending the way you hoped I’d want. Watching me with Mei, imagining it was you. Praying I’d kick your door down and take what you’ve been saving for me.”

His gaze dragged over her like a hand.

“Now we stop pretending.”

His voice turned to steel.

“Strip.”

Hana's hands trembled as she peeled off her tank top, her breasts spilling free, nipples already hardening in the open air. She kicked off her sneakers, shimmied out of her shorts and panties in one awkward motion, standing naked before him. The vulnerability hit her like a wave, but it was laced with that thrilling exposure she'd craved since their first hot training session, when his gaze had made her feel both helpless and electric.

Eli circled her slowly, his fingers trailing lightly over her shoulder, down her spine, making her arch involuntarily. "On your knees," he commanded, and she dropped, the cold floor biting into her skin. He unzipped his pants, pulling out his cock—thick, already half-hard, veins prominent along its length. "Suck it. Show me how eager you are to be my toy."

Hana leaned forward, her mouth watering as she wrapped her lips around the head, tasting the salty precum. She took him deeper, her tongue swirling along the underside, hollowing her cheeks as she bobbed. Eli's hand tangled in her hair, not guiding but holding, letting her work while he watched with that unblinking stare. "That's it, slut. Worship the dick that's going to own you." She moaned around him, the degradation sparking heat between her thighs, her pussy clenching with need. She remembered the anticipation of these moments, how his calm demeanor always built the tension until she was throbbing, **** to please.

He pulled her off with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his shaft. "Not bad for a warm-up. But toys don't get to cum without permission." He grabbed a coil of rope from a nearby bench—thick, black, the kind used for heavy lifts but perfect for what came next. "Hands behind your back."

Hana complied, her wrists crossed at the small of her back. Eli worked quickly, looping the rope around them in a tight cinch, the fibers rough against her skin. He wound it up her arms, binding them to her torso, forcing her chest out, breasts thrust forward like an offering. The restraint bit in, restricting her movement, making every breath a reminder of her submission. He finished with a knot at her neck, a makeshift collar that tugged if she moved wrong. "Stand up."

She wobbled to her feet, balance off-kilter, and he shoved her toward a padded bench, bending her over it face-down. Her cheek pressed against the vinyl, ass in the air, exposed and ****. Eli's hands roamed her body, kneading her ass cheeks, spreading them wide. "Look at this pretty little hole. Begging to be used." He spat on her pussy, the warm glob sliding down her folds, and she whimpered, pushing back instinctively.

"Stay still, fucktoy," he growled, delivering a sharp slap to her ass that echoed in the empty space. The sting bloomed into heat, making her clit throb. He bound her ankles to the bench legs, spreading her wide, ropes crossing her thighs to keep her pinned. She was immobilized now, a canvas for his desires, her body humming with the thrill of it. Eli stepped back, admiring his work, then fetched a vibrator from his bag—a thick, ridged one that buzzed menacingly when he flicked it on.

He teased it along her slit, the vibrations sending jolts through her core. "You want this inside your greedy cunt?" Hana nodded frantically, words lost in a gasp. He pressed it in slowly, inch by inch, stretching her around its girth. She clenched around it, the fullness making her drip onto the bench. Eli turned up the speed, leaving it buried deep, the relentless buzz building pressure in her belly. "Don't you dare cum. Toys endure."

He moved to her head, feeding his cock back into her mouth while the vibrator tortured her from behind. Hana sucked sloppily, tears pricking her eyes from the effort, her body rocking with the toy's rhythm. Eli fucked her face in shallow thrusts, his balls slapping her chin. "That's right, **** on it. You're nothing but holes for me to fill." The words degraded her, but they fueled the fire, her submission deepening with every thrust. She loved this—being reduced, molded under his control, just like she'd begged.

Eli pulled out, strings of spit dangling, and yanked the vibrator free with a slick pop. Her pussy clenched around nothing, aching for more. He positioned himself behind her, rubbing his cockhead against her soaked entrance. "Tell me what you are."

"Your filthy fucktoy," Hana panted, voice muffled against the bench. "Please, Eli, fuck me. Break me."

He slammed in with one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt. Hana cried out, the stretch burning sweetly, his thickness splitting her open. He didn't ease up, pounding into her with relentless ****, the bench creaking under them. Each slap of his hips against her ass drove him deeper, hitting spots that made stars burst behind her eyes. "Tight little slut pussy," he grunted, hands gripping her bound arms for leverage. "Taking it like you were made for this."

The ropes chafed her skin, heightening every sensation—the pull at her wrists, the immobility forcing her to surrender completely. Eli reached around, pinching her clit hard, rolling it between his fingers until she was sobbing with need. "Beg for it harder."

"Please, Eli, use my cunt! Make me your worthless bitch!" The words spilled out, raw and ****, her body on fire.

He laughed darkly, pulling out suddenly and pressing the head of his cock against her ass. "Not just your pussy. All your holes." He pushed in slowly, the tight ring yielding to his girth, lubricated by her own arousal dripping down. Hana gasped, the intrusion intense, a mix of pain and pleasure that had her trembling. "Relax, toy. Let me in."

She did, breathing through it, and soon he was buried deep in her ass, the fullness overwhelming. Eli started thrusting, building to a punishing rhythm, one hand fisting her hair to arch her back. The bondage kept her locked in place, every brutal drive sending shockwaves through her. He reached for the vibrator again, shoving it back into her pussy, double-penetrating her with the buzzing toy and his cock. The dual **** was merciless, stretching her to her limits, her nerves singing with overstimulation.

"Fuck, you're tight back here," Eli groaned, his pace faltering as he chased his release. "Gonna fill this ass, mark you as mine." Hana was lost in it, the degradation and dominance pushing her toward the edge. She loved every second—the way he handled her like property, training her body to crave the ****, the way her submission made her feel alive, pulsing with filthy ecstasy.

He came with a guttural roar, hot spurts flooding her ass, his cock twitching deep inside. The sensation tipped her over; she shattered around the vibrator, her pussy squirting messily onto the bench, waves of orgasm ripping through her bound form. Eli pulled out, leaving her gaping and leaking, then removed the toy, watching her twitch in the aftershocks.

But he wasn't done. "Toys have cleaning duties," he said, unbinding her ankles but leaving her arms tied. He flipped her onto her back, ropes digging into her skin, and straddled her chest. His softening cock hovered over her face, cum and her juices smeared on it. "Lick it clean."

Hana obeyed, tongue darting out to lap at him, tasting their mixed essences. The act was humiliating, intimate, her degradation complete as she serviced him post-fuck. Eli's eyes bored into hers, satisfied. "You're learning fast. But we're just starting your training."

He untied her fully, rubbing circulation back into her limbs, but the session's intensity lingered, her body marked with rope burns and bruises—a badge of her new role. Hana sat up, legs shaky, a dazed smile on her lips. She'd never felt more fulfilled, every degrading moment etching her deeper into his world. "Thank you, E....Master," she whispered, voice hoarse. "Can I get more ?"

Eli chuckled, pulling her to her feet. "Oh, you will. But first, meet the rest of the family."

The gym door creaked open, and two women stepped inside.

Not naked—yet their outfits left almost nothing to imagination.

Sumi entered first, her curves shown off by a tight sports-bra straining against her chest and shorts that clung high on her hips. She paused when she saw Hana—hair messy, breath shaken—then smiled with a knowing, almost satisfied curl of her lips. Her eyes alone said she’d been here before.

Mei followed, dressed in a cropped tank that bared her stomach and fitted shorts hugging her thighs. A fine sheen on her skin hinted she’d been waiting close, ready, listening. There was no jealousy in her look—only curiosity and the calm acceptance of someone who already belongs to him.

Hana’s stomach tightened. Shock rippled through her, but underneath it, a quieter truth stirred like something long-suppressed finally standing in the open.

Of course.

She’d known.

She had felt it every time she caught Eli’s scent in the hallway, every time her mind replayed the sound of muffled voices and distant moans behind his door.

He wasn’t just hers.

And she wasn’t meant to be the only one."Look what the master dragged in," Sumi purred, circling Hana like Eli had earlier. She traced a finger along the fresh red marks on Hana's wrists. "Fresh meat. You smell like you've been properly fucked."

Mei knelt beside Hana, her hand gentle on her thigh, contrasting the brutality. "Welcome, sister. Eli's been talking about adding another hole to play with, and he wantet the whole Nakamura Set of Bitches." She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Hana's lips, then deeper, tongue slipping in to taste the remnants of Eli's cum. Hana melted into it, surprised but aroused, her body still humming.

Eli watched, arms crossed again, his cock stirring back to life. "She's agreed to be my fucktoy. Show her how we welcome new ones."

Sumi grinned wickedly, pushing Hana back onto the bench gently this time. Mei spread Hana's legs, diving in to lick at her cum-filled ass, tongue probing the sensitive hole. Hana moaned, the tenderness a shock after Eli's roughness. Sumi straddled her face, lowering her shaved pussy onto Hana's mouth. "Eat me, newbie. Prove you're not useless, like your father or brother."

Hana lapped eagerly, tasting Sumi's wetness, her tongue flicking over the clit as Sumi ground down. Mei worked her ass with expert swirls, fingers sliding into Hana's pussy to scoop out lingering vibrations of pleasure. Eli joined, his renewed erection teasing Mei's entrance before thrusting in, the chain reaction making the women moan in unison.

The group devolved into a tangle of limbs—Sumi riding Hana's face to a shuddering orgasm, squirting lightly onto her chin; Mei switching to suck Eli's cock clean of her own juices while Hana fingered her from behind; Eli pulling Hana into a messy kiss, tasting Sumi on her lips. They rotated, Hana on her knees eating Mei's pussy while Sumi pegged her with a strap-on Eli fetched from his bag, the silicone cock mimicking his earlier brutality but with a feminine twist. Eli fucked Sumi doggy-style, the slap of skin filling the warehouse, a symphony of degradation and ecstasy.

Hana came again, hard, her body convulsing as Sumi's thrusts hit deep, Mei's hands massaging her breasts, pinching nipples until they ached. Eli finished in Mei's mouth, who then snowballed the load into Hana's, the three women sharing his cum in a sticky, intimate kiss. Exhausted, they collapsed in a heap on the mats, bodies slick with sweat and fluids.

Sumi leaned in close, her breath warm against Hana’s neck, her voice a velvety whisper laced with pride and surrender.

“You’re one of us now,” she murmured. “Eli’s circle. His harem toys.”

Mei giggled softly, fingers tracing idle patterns along Hana’s thigh, light and teasing.

“We train together,” she said. “You’re going to love the group sessions. Everyone here… grows into who he wants them to be.”

Eli towered over them like a ruler surveying his empire, every line of his body radiating ownership.

“Rest up, toys,” he commanded calmly. “Tomorrow we go after the next one. Mei—our double date with Emily… and your brother.”

He paused, a cruel glint in his eyes.

“Or should I say, your soon-to-be little sister?”

A ripple of laughter moved through the room—low, dirty, knowing.

Because everyone understood what Eli was already crafting.

Kenji wasn’t meant to stay a man in Eli’s world. He would be reshaped—softened, prettied up, guided into the perfect obedient femboy that fit the system Eli was building.

And Haruto?

Soon just a well-behaved little cuck — grateful for the privilege to even watch, begging just to witness how Eli used “his” Toys. Nothing more. Nothing less.

Mei’s laugh slipped out too eagerly, eyes gleaming.

“And Emily will fall in line too,” she added playfully. “We’ll break her in together. Teach her how to kneel, how to serve—how to be one of us.”

Hana, still flushed and dazed, nodded with a dreamy eagerness she barely recognized in herself.

“She’ll become his toy just like we did,” she whispered. “We’ll help her fit right in.”

A giggle bubbled out of her — light, wicked, thrilled.

The sound wasn’t even finished before Sumi moved.

A sharp crack split the air — Mei’s head twisting from the slap.

Hana barely had time to gasp before Sumi’s palm caught her cheek as well, the sting instant.

“Watch your mouths,” Sumi hissed, voice low and searing.

“Emily stands above us. She’s not like you two. Not like me. She isn’t some pathetic little rice eating submissive yellow toy like us, that can be trained.’”

Her glare burned through both of them.

“She’s set apart. Elevated. Chosen. Treat her name with respect — or don’t speak it at all.”

Mei swallowed hard, chastened. Hana stared up at Sumi, cheek burning, the humiliation twisting into something molten and submissive in her gut.

Eli’s gaze lingered on all three with a slow, pleased smile — as if every slap, every hierarchy, every rule only confirmed that they belonged to him.

Author’s Note:

The paths are set now — no turning back. Every fate is locked in, and the endgame begins. The next chapters will push everything toward the final shape Eli designed: roles, hierarchy, submission, and the ones who rise above the rest.

We’re officially in the end-sprint. Buckle up — the last legs of this arc are coming fast.