Hi,
It's been awhile since I've last posted a story. Before I get into it, I'd like to thank Anndi for taking the time to do a detailed and helpful edit that allowed me to finish the polish of this story.
Mia makes others envious: she's beautiful, athletic, and intelligent. She knows she has to forge her own path ahead in life, but she has the strength and the will to succeed. A bright light can't hide itself, and her youthful face draws the eye of Lily Ann, a wealthy CFO. Lily Ann abuses her wealth and claims control over Mia's mind. To her, Mia is the perfect substitute for her to live the things she can never allow herself to do. With every dark fantasy she forces Mia through, more of her young self fades and crumbles. Can she break her Controller's hold or will she fall and live the life of a slave, forever unable to escape?
Enjoy,
Caring&Demanding
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Lily Ann darted into an alley. Her shoulder thumped against a dumpster, and she spun into the dark corner behind it before she fell onto her hands and knees. Her heart pounded in her chest as she pressed against the grimy dumpster. Footsteps thudded past her, and she sucked in her breath as she saw Mitrov's silhouette, faint in the shadows.
"She's not here!"
"She's got to be, I saw her run in here."
Lily Ann huddled in her corner, and she curled up into a ball. Please, don't see me.
"I'm coming back, Sergei."
"Slowly."
Both men got nearer, close enough for her to hear them breathing. Her heart beat so hard in her throat she had to fight to keep her panic from bursting out. She covered her mouth with both hands to keep from making any noise.
"There's only one place she can be."
An empty can clinked against the wall above Lily Ann's head, and she squeaked in surprise. Her hands muffled the sound, but how could they not have heard?
"I knew it." A deep laugh filled the desolate alley. "Come out where we can see you."
"Yeah, come out. We'll show you what we do to sluts who give us too much trouble."
Lily Ann shook her head and curled up even tighter, but it was no use. Two strong hands reached for her in the dark and dragged her into the alley's dim light.
The tallest one, Sergei, sucked in his breath when he laid eyes on Lily Ann. "She's fine. Nice tits."
"Hmm." Mitrov stepped forward and slapped Lily Ann's face hard enough to knock her flat. "That's for making us run, bitch." He reached down to grab her hair and dragged her back up until they were face to face. "Are you going to give us any more trouble?"
"Please."
"Answer me."
"Don't hurt me!"
"I'm going to if you don't answer me."
Tears ran down Lily Ann's cheeks as she said, "I'll be good."
"Of course you will, you'll do whatever the fuck we want." Mitrov cupped her soft cheek in one of his strong hands. "We're going to make a pretty video for your hubby to watch. If he misses next month's payment too, we'll be back. Think he'll get it that way?" He laughed. "Let's hope your hubby really loves you."
Sergei laughed as well. "If he doesn't care, we'll give you a new career." He pulled Lily Ann to her feet. Her legs trembled, and she flinched when he tossed his jacket over her shoulders and pulled its hood over her head.
"Please, there has to be another way!"
"Sure, have hubby cough up the dough."
"We don't have it!"
"Maybe you don't, but with the proper motivation wonders can happen."
No matter how Lily Ann pleaded or begged, the two men never budged from her side until they pushed her into a plain house. They nudged her forward until she ended up in a luxurious bedroom with a four poster bed and heavy carpets. Two fine leather chairs stood in one corner of the room next to an antique cupboard filled with expensive liquor. The men took a seat, and Mitrov gestured towards the floor. "Strip and get on your knees."
Lily Ann shook her head and stepped back.
"Strip or I'll tear your clothes off."
"Please, let me call my husband. We can talk about this!"
"Now!"
"Just one call, please!"
Mitrov stood in a flash and ignored Lily Ann's screams as he grabbed her dress's neckline and ripped it apart. Her panties suffered the same fate, he gripped the delicate fabric in his fists and tore them off her. Soon enough, she stood naked, with MItrov's hungry eyes fixed on her body. "Get on your knees and come suck my cock, whore."
Lily Ann hesitated, but when Mitrov's intense stare clashed with her gaze, she sank to her knees and crawled towards his chair.
"Mind if I fuck her while she's busy?"
"Do whatever you want."
By now, Lily Ann was close enough to Mitrov for his cock to touch her, and he grabbed her hair in his fist. She wanted to reach behind her to push Sergei away, but there was nothing she could do to stop him. His rough fingers groped between her legs and pushed inside of her. "I'll be damned, the bitch is wet."
Mitrov laughed and slapped his thick cock against Lily Ann's face. "I hope you cum like the whore you are."
Two cocks pressed against her, one filled her nose with an overpowering musky scent, while the other throbbed against her folds: big, hard, and hot. There was nothing she could do to stop them, and this was only the beginning.
Lily Ann closed her eyes to let it happen, but when she opened them again, Mitrov and Sergei had disappeared. All she heard was the blaring of her alarm clock. She reached between her legs and sighed when her fingers found her panties soaked. How many times had she woken up like this? A deep hunger raged in the depth of Lily Ann's stomach, and her hand drifted between her legs, but she knew it was no use. Even if she came, it wouldn't scratch the itch. She'd keep seeing their rough faces, keep smelling the cock pressed against her face.
With another sigh, Lily Ann rolled out of her bed and walked over to her commode. On it was a picture of a young blonde dressed in a short black skirt that showed off her perfect legs, and a tight blouse that didn't even try to hide her generous chest. She'd tied her long hair in a ponytail, exposing her slender neck, and a few loose locks framed her youthful face.
Mia Lexington, a perfect 10.
Lily Ann stroked the picture and smiled to herself. Just a few more days and her dreams wouldn't have to stay dreams anymore.
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Mia stretched and sighed in satisfaction as the shower's heat lingered in her tired body. Tennis practice had been intense to prep her for her biggest tournament this season. Mia leaned back against the cool wall with a faint smile on her lips. Between college and training, she didn't have a lot of time to just sit around and relax. Maybe tonight she'd call up Leah, and they'd watch some Netflix together. Who knows, she might even treat herself to the special treat she'd stashed in the back of the freezer.
After another long stretch, Mia got dressed in some loose clothes and left the complex with her sports bag slung over her shoulder. Let's just hope Leah's got nothing planned, or she'd have to gobble up her treasure all by herself.
Before Mia could reach her car, soft footsteps rushed up behind her, and she startled when a cloth smothered her. She screamed, but the cloth muffled her cry, and she gulped a deep breath to fill her lungs to let out another screech. A sharp scent filled her nose, and she felt a numbing cloud spreading in her throat and her lungs. Her sight turned black before she swayed on her feet, and she slumped into a set of strong arms.
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Sharp white light stung Mia's eyes, and she tried to turn her head away, but it refused to move. She jerked her arm, but it wouldn't budge either. Mia looked down her body through squinted eyes, she was wearing a hospital gown, and her arms and legs were strapped to some kind of medical chair.
What?
Mia groaned when a wave of dizziness swept over her, and a dull pain pounded through her skull. The room blurred, and her stomach tensed as the walls spun around her faster and faster until her eyes rolled back, and she passed out.
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Mia opened her eyes, but only faint light greeted her this time. She lifted her hand to her face, and this time it moved. She pushed herself up on her hands and knees and looked around her. The tennis club's parking lot? What the hell?
She checked her phone, and the time was hours past when she finished training. What happened to her?
She rubbed at her wrist, and yes, it chafed. A sharp fear clawed at the pit of her stomach. Somebody did something to her! She touched herself all over, but she couldn't find anything different, couldn't feel any pain anywhere, except for her pounding headache. Maybe her headache had nothing to do with the drugs they used to put her under.
Her hands trembled as she ran her fingers through her hair, and she screamed when she found a small wound on the back of her skull. Pain pierced all the way to her teeth as soon as she touched there. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! What do I do?"
Mia's breath sped up, and she forced herself up on her feet, desperate to run for her car, but a wave of black swept over her, and she crumpled on the ground again. She'd never make it to her car like this.
She got up on her hands and knees, panting as her head pounded in rhythm with her rapid heartbeat. After a grueling crawl, she made it to her car and got inside. Mia rested her forehead against the steering wheel. Calm down. Calm down. Calm. Down. Calm... Time passed as Mia repeated the same two words to herself until her hands steadied enough for her to get her key in the ignition.
She kept mumbling her mantra as she put her car in first and it rolled into motion. Maybe she should drive a few laps around the parking lot first. Forward. Calm down. Turn. Calm down. After she'd circled around the parking lot for five minutes, Mia turned into the road and drove home. Every time a car honked before overtaking her, she flinched.
Slow as she was, she made it. Mia stumbled into her building, took the elevator, and hurried to her apartment as quick as she could drag her body. The second she closed her door behind her, Mia triple locked it and took a few weak steps before she collapsed on her couch.
She'd never felt so tired in her life. The familiar comfort of her couch made her feel a tiny bit safe, and she fell into an exhausted sleep.
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Mia woke up to her phone ringing. She groaned as the sharp sound sent painful echoes through her head. The phone kept ringing, and Mia fumbled it from her pocket. On the screen she saw a name, 'Controller'. She refused the call and tossed the phone to the side.
It started ringing again. Ignored. Next time, her phone buzzed. Controller had sent her a message. Mia unlocked her phone and read it.
Controller: Pick up the phone, I know you're awake. I'll call you again.
After the third ring, Mia picked up. "Hello?"
'Hello, Mia.'
