Lessons in Submission

Two more metallic clicks echoed through the empty street. Magnetic cuffs materialized around Vel'kora's ankles, snapping shut with finality. Moxie stood, brushing off his pants, and looked down at the bound drow queen.

"Heel," he said simply.

The cuffs activated. Vel'kora gasped as the magnetic fields flipped her onto her stomach, then **** her limbs into position. Arms and legs on the ground, body arched, she could only crawl. Like an animal.

"Thou dare!" she spat, crimson eyes blazing with fury.

Moxie started walking. The cuffs dragged her forward, forcing her to scramble on hands and knees to keep up. "You know, back on Earth, we had cities that looked just like this. Rows of buildings, streetlights on every corner. Concrete everywhere." He gestured at the townhouses lining the street. "People lived in these cramped little boxes, stacked on top of each other. Thousands crammed into a few square kilometers."

"What art thou prattling about?" Vel'kora struggled against the cuffs, but they held firm. Her white hair dragged across the pavement as she crawled after him.

"Those things over there?" He pointed at the parked cars. "Transportation. We called them cars. Burned fossil fuels just to move a single person a few kilometers. The air smelled like exhaust and garbage." He took a deep breath of the pocket dimension's clean air. "This version's better. Cleaner. No people cluttering it up."

"I care not for thy world's history!"

"You should. After all, you're crawling in it." Moxie led her down the street, taking random turns. "Never thought I'd get to walk through a place like this again. Even more, never thought I'd have someone crawling behind me while I did."

Vel'kora's face burned with humiliation. Every movement reminded her of her position. Every scrape of her knees against concrete reinforced her helplessness.

He stopped in front of a nondescript townhouse. Three stories, brick facade, completely ordinary. "How much do you wanna bet this room is a sex dungeon?"

"A what?" Vel'kora looked up at him, confusion breaking through her anger.

Moxie didn't answer her. Instead, his consciousness reached out to the Nexus. "Make it a sex dungeon. Full equipment. You know what I want."

"Acknowledged. Room generation complete."

He climbed the steps and pushed open the door. The cuffs dragged Vel'kora up behind him, forcing her to navigate the stairs on all fours. Inside, the lights flickered on automatically.

The space had transformed. What should have been a normal living room was now something else entirely. Dark walls. Mood lighting. Equipment mounted on every surface. A Saint Andrew's Cross dominated one corner. A padded bench sat in another. The far wall displayed an array of implements, paddles, whips, crops, all arranged with museum-like precision.

And in the center, a massive bed with restraint points at each corner.

"Well, would you look at that," Moxie said cheerfully. "You owe me twenty."

"Twenty what?" Vel'kora demanded.

He ignored the question, walking to the wall of implements. His hand hovered over a leather paddle, broad and intimidating. "In my world, bad girls get spanked. It's a punishment. A correction." He lifted the paddle, testing its weight. "Tell me, Matron. Have you been a bad girl?"

Vel'kora's eyes widened, then narrowed with renewed fury. "Thou spineless whelp! Thou craven male! Release me at once, or grant me the mercy of ****!"

"I'll do neither." Moxie turned to face her, paddle in hand. "I'm a kind master. A fair one. I only ask that bad girls be punished, so they know their place." He smiled. "Which is beneath me."

"I shall never submit to a male!" Vel'kora screamed. "Never! Kill me if thou must, but I shall not bend!"

"Never submit to a male," Moxie repeated in a high-pitched, mocking tone, shaking his head left and right like a cartoon character. "I shall not bend."

The cuffs activated again, lifting Vel'kora off the ground. She struggled, cursing in the drow tongue as the magnetic fields carried her to the X cross. The restraints positioned her facing away from him, arms and legs spread, her ass exposed and ****.

Moxie approached slowly, letting anticipation build. He placed the paddle against her skin, letting her feel the cool leather. "Punishment can be pleasant or unpleasant. It all depends on the mood of the master." He leaned closer. "Do you have anything to say? Anything to please your master?"

For a moment, Vel'kora hesitated. Self-preservation warred with pride. But the humiliation was too much. Being walked like a dog, displayed like this, treated like property. The anger won.

"Try thy best, whelp," she hissed. "And I hope thy day is the worst."

Moxie laughed. "How can it be bad when I'm taking your virginity?"

That earned him a string of drow curses so creative he almost applauded.

"Twenty swats," he said.

The first strike landed with a sharp crack. Not hard enough to truly hurt, but enough to sting. Enough to humiliate.

"One. You've been a bad girl," Moxie said conversationally. "Playing pranks on your master with your little poison trick."

Crack.

"Two! Trying to manipulate me with false bargains."

Crack. ""

"Three! Thinking you could dominate a superior being."

The paddle fell in steady rhythm. Vel'kora's ass reddened with each impact, her body jerking against the restraints. It wasn't truly painful. Just deeply, profoundly humiliating. Being spanked like a child. Being punished like a misbehaving pet.

"Fifteen! Almost there," Moxie said. "You're doing so well."

"Sixteen!"

By twenty, Vel'kora's voice had turned hoarse from all the cursing. Her body trembled, though whether from anger or something else, she couldn't say.

Moxie set the paddle aside and ran his hand over her reddened skin. Then lower. His fingers found her pussy, already slick with moisture.

"Well, well, well." he said softly. "What do we have here?"

"'Tis not..." Vel'kora started, but her voice failed her.

"You're wet, Matron." He stroked her, gathering the evidence on his fingers. "Such a good girl, preparing yourself to be penetrated."

The shame burned hotter than the spanking ever could.

The cuffs released from the cross and carried Vel'kora to the bed. She landed on her back, and the restraints snapped to the four corners, spreading her arms and legs wide. Exposed. ****. On display.

Moxie shed his clothes with casual efficiency, revealing the enhanced body that citizenship granted. Not bodybuilder massive, but perfectly proportioned. Stronger than any natural human. Built for pleasure and dominance in equal measure.

Vel'kora's eyes tracked his movements, and something shifted in her expression. A new strategy forming.

"Let us get this over with swiftly," she said, her tone dripping with false boredom. "I doubt thou canst fuck me well regardless." She turned her head away in exaggerated disappointment. "'Tis tragic, truly. My first sexual experience, destined to end in disappointment. Taken by a sad virgin who knows not what he does."

Moxie paused. Something in her words hit closer than she knew. He had been a virgin in his last life. Died a virgin at twenty-five. And technically, he still was one in this body.

The comment stung.

"A virgin?" he said. "Let's test that theory."

He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between her spread legs. His cock, still hard from their earlier encounter, pressed against her entrance. Vel'kora met his eyes with defiant mockery.

"Do thy worst," she challenged. "Prove me wrong, if thou canst."

Moxie grabbed her hips and thrust.

Vel'kora's eyes went wide. The barrier of her virginity gave way with a sharp sensation that was part pain, part pressure, wholly overwhelming. She'd expected discomfort. She'd expected humiliation.

She hadn't expected him to be this big. This hard. This relentless.

Moxie set a punishing pace, his genetically enhanced stamina allowing him to maintain intensity that would have exhausted a normal man in minutes. Each thrust drove deeper, hitting places Vel'kora didn't know existed.

She bit her lip, determined not to give him satisfaction. Moaning was what males did when females fucked them. She would not debase herself that way.

But gods, it was difficult.

Moxie noticed her struggle and smiled. With a thought, he commanded the cuffs to release their magnetic hold. The restraints stayed on her wrists and ankles, but no longer pinned to the bed.

Vel'kora's eyes widened with opportunity. Despite the overwhelming sensations, she seized the chance. She moved with drow speed, flipping their positions in one fluid motion. Suddenly she was on top, straddling him, her hands on his chest.

"There," she gasped, trying to regain control. "This is the proper way. The female above. The male beneath."

She began to ride him with **** intensity. Not only for pleasure, but also for dominance. Her hips moved with brutal efficiency, squeezing and grinding, trying to **** his orgasm. To make him cum. To win back some measure of control in this nightmare.

Moxie just lay there, hands behind his head, grinning.

"Wow," he said. "You're really working hard."

Vel'kora increased her pace, panting now. Her body moved with athletic grace, all that drow strength and flexibility on full display. She twisted her hips, squeezed her inner muscles, employed every technique drow females used to extract pleasure from their male captives.

"So eager," Moxie continued, his amusement growing. "So **** to please me."

"I am not... trying to... please thee!" Vel'kora gasped between thrusts. But her body betrayed her. The friction, the fullness, the way he filled her so completely, it was building something inside her. Something dangerous.

Minutes passed. Vel'kora's movements grew more frantic. Sweat glistened on her dark skin. Her white hair fell around them like a curtain. She should have made him come by now. Any elf male would have finished long ago.

But Moxie's genetic enhancements included complete control over his ejaculation. He could last for days if he so wanted.

He just watched her work, laughing softly. "You're amazing. So hardworking. My good little fuck toy."

"I am... not... thy..." But Vel'kora couldn't finish the sentence. Her body was reaching some kind of precipice. Her movements became erratic, ****.

And Moxie decided he was done being patient.

He sat up in one smooth motion, wrapping his arms around her waist. Vel'kora gasped as he stood, lifting her effortlessly with him. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his hips, and she clung to him, momentarily disoriented by the sudden shift.

Moxie didn't give her time to recover. With her still impaled on his cock, he began thrusting upward, slamming her down onto him with brutal ****. Each impact drove deep, his enhanced strength allowing him to use her body like a toy. Vel'kora's head fell back, a strangled cry escaping her lips despite her best efforts to remain silent.

The position was overwhelming. Gravity worked against her, forcing her down onto every thrust. Her inner muscles clenched desperately, trying to regain some dominance, but it only heightened the sensations. Moxie's hands gripped her ass, spreading her wider, controlling every movement.

Vel'kora's body betrayed her completely. The orgasm built with terrifying speed, her drow physiology no match for the relentless ****. She tried to fight it, tried to suppress the moan building in her throat. But when it hit, she shattered.

Her cry echoed through the dungeon, raw and uncontrolled. Her body convulsed around him, milking his cock with rhythmic contractions. For those few seconds, she forgot everything. Her humiliation. Her pride. There was only the overwhelming pleasure ripping through her.

Moxie didn't stop. He kept thrusting through her climax, drawing it out, making her ride the waves until she was oversensitive, trembling, whimpering.

Only then did he pull her off his cock entirely and toss her onto the bed.

Vel'kora landed on her back, legs splayed wide, pussy glistening with her own arousal and the evidence of her lost virginity. She lay there exposed, chest heaving, staring up at him with wide, shocked eyes.

"My turn to finish," Moxie said.

He climbed onto the bed and straddled her chest. His cock, still slick with her juices, positioned itself at her face.

"Open wide," he commanded.

"I shall not—"

He grabbed her hair and pushed forward. His cock pressed against her lips, and her surprised gasp gave him access. He thrust into her mouth, not deep enough to **** her, but enough to claim this too. Vel'kora's eyes watered with humiliation, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm.

Moxie groaned as his climax finally built. "Here it comes," he warned, and pulled out.

His cum painted her face in thick ropes. Across her cheeks. Over her lips. Into her white hair. He marked her with deliberate artistry, ensuring maximum coverage, watching as it dripped down her skin.

When he finished, he admired his work with satisfaction.

"Perfect," he said. "Absolutely perfect."

Vel'kora lay there, chest heaving, face covered in his seed. She wanted to wipe it away. But the cuffs held her hands behind her back, and she could only glare up at him with impotent fury.

"One more thing," Moxie said, still catching his breath. "You will not remove that cum until I give permission. Understood?"

The cuffs tightened behind her back, reinforcing the command.

Vel'kora said nothing. But her crimson eyes promised ****.

Moxie just smiled.