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MRS.  ARROGANT TAMED 2 - 1

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   A Story by Lara V Cataluna

   (NC, MC, humiliation)

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   Disclaimer : Read No Further If You Are Under The Age Of 18 Or If You
Are Offended By Graphic Descriptions Of Sexual Activity. All Characters,
Situations, And Locations Are Purely Fictional.

   I love to hear from readers.  Please let me know what you think.  Thank
you...

   Not having posted in a long time, I can use the advice :)

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   FRIDAY:

   "This is not happening"...

   She'd lost count of how many times that simple phrase had echoed through
her tortured mind, over and over and over again.  Yet, the truth belied her
attempts at self-denial.  The nightmare was real.  It was a miracle she
hadn't gone crazy.  It wasn't supposed to be this way.  Alicia was always
in charge.  "I'm the one who's in control" she repeated to herself...  "Not
him...  Me..." To no avail...  She continued fingering herself for all she
was worth, naked and spread on the floor.

   Alicia had never felt pathetic in her life.  Angry or frustrated
sometimes.  But never helpless or pathetic.  She felt pathetic now...  A
naked quivering figure engulfed in a sea of futile rage.

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   Rudy had spent the day choking down beers.  There were two reasons for
this: Unlike at Princeton, Rudy knew all the Manhattan bars that didn't ID,
which was information best put to use.  Secondly, using his newly-found
power would require, at least initially, more boldness than he could muster
soberly.

   He'd never been too popular with the girls.  At 5 foot 9 with a few
pounds extra, he was hardly a jock.  He didn't know many Jewish jocks. 
Usually, what he lacked in sex-appeal, he made up in brains, which was
enough to garner plenty of respect, at least at Princeton.  He had landed
his fair share of scores in high-school, few that they were in a private
Manhattan academy.  His first year in college, however, had not been the
"sex-fest" he'd hoped for.  No matter.  "Sex-fest" was waiting for him back
home.  He was interning as a trader assistant on Wall Street, with only a
few weeks left before the school started again.  He was determined to make
the best of this opportunity.

   Rudy had been daydreaming about Alicia ever since he was a teen.  It was
his regular encounters with Alicia in the elevator that had first made him
pick a new hobby in the bathroom.  She must have been a junior or senior in
high-school then - he could still picture her in that kinky plaid skirt,
her defiant breasts straining against the plain white blouse.  It was an
image that was carved into his head, no doubt as a direct consequence of
many sessions of self-gratification.  She and her sister...  "Two little
fuckdolls" he grinded his teeth.  Lara was more of a tease, very subtle. 
Both sisters were snotty as hell, but Alicia had no match for her
self-assured haughty arrogance...  He couldn't wait to fuck her brains out.

   "Hello, George" he greeted the doorman as he entered the building.  In
his early 50s, George had been guarding the door for the residents of 695
Park Avenue for more than 20 years; as long as Rudy could remember.  He was
always the perfect gentleman of course, professional in attire and
respectful in his manners - except when he was talking to his young pal.

   "What's going on?" Rudy asked.

   "Same ol', same ol'...  How's college Rudy?  Seen any action yet?". 
Having hid the young teen's playboys in the mailroom, or having purchased
the alcohol needed for the occasional party thrown when the parents were
gone, George was that rare adult on the side of the miscreant youngster.

   "Not bad" Rudy lied.

   "Yeah?" laughed George.

   "So, have you seen Alicia today?" Rudy inquired, out-of-mischief more
than anything else - had George known Mrs.  Cataluna-Dewey was in her
apartment naked and spread, he'd go bonkers.

   "No, I have not had the pleasure today" George replied roguishly.  The
two were used to making vulgar comments about the Cataluna sisters,
provided none of the distinguished residents were around.  They had
exchanged many guilty looks in the past as Alicia and Lara walked into the
building, their sight an instant tease.

   "Is she the fuck of the century or what?" Rudy joked boldly.

   "She certainly is...  Haughty as hell, though.  I don't know whether to
envy or pity Mr.  Dewey, as good a man as he is": They'd married 6 months
ago.

   Alicia usually treated personnel awfully, especially in the case of
George, since she knew damn well behind the smile of the doorman was a pair
of eyes stripping her naked every time he held the door for her.

   "Yeah, she certainly must be a pain in the neck...  You know where her
sister is?"

   "I believe she's with the parents in the summer home...  I hear she
might come to New York..."

   "Wouldn't that be interesting?" Rudy pondered enthusiastically. 
"Anyway, catch you later George..."

   "I'll be right here as usual Mr.  Goldberg" the doorman tipped his hat.

   By the time he pushed the 12th floor on the elevator Rudy had a hard-on
big enough to knock down the walls.

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   "Click".

   Alicia tensed at the unmistakable sound of the opening door.  Fear
clutched her heart stronger as she heard footsteps approaching.  Then there
he was, Rudy towering over her head like a giant, an amused grin on his
face.

   "Having fun?" he inquired mockingly.

   She wondered in fear what was next.  But Rudy was tired of playing
games: He lifted Alicia off by the hair and threw her onto the leather
love-seat in the livingroom.  His bemused looks gave way to a visible,
predatory hunger.

   "I wanted to do this to you since I was twelve years old, you arrogant
cock-teasing cunt..." he growled as he unbuckled his jeans.  "Now, I am
going to have my way with you...  no ifs, no buts."

   He positioned himself on top of her, looking right into Alicia's eyes.
His hands rolled the firm globes of flesh on her bosom.  "From now on, you
are my fucktoy" he emphasized each word...  "and by the time I'm through
with you, you will have been fucked in every conceivable way".  With that
he plunged forward; he began pounding at her viciously, as if he wanted to
drill right through her.  His veins were pumping with power and lust.  His
heart beat like a drum.  Alicia could only respond to his thrusts with
high-pitched moans as Rudy crushed her under his weight.  She was already
wet from a day of deprivation.

   Amidst Alicia's moans, the pleasure consuming his mind, and the
adrenaline rushing through his veins, Rudy lost all sense of time.  He
continued bucking with all the force he could muster.  He was no virgin but
nothing could compare to this.  He could feel her softness all around him,
her curvy flesh was a feast for his hands.  And every shriek, scream and
moan that escaped through her lips sent a fresh jolt of power through his
mind.  Even as the young woman quivered under the strength of his incessant
pounding, he could see it all in his plaything's eyes: Fear, despair,
shame...  and futile anger.  She was his property.  All his.  To do with as
he pleased.  Rudy exploded like he'd never in his life...

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   He dropped himself onto the leather couch, completely wasted.  "That was
the best fuck of my life" he said to himself, and he was certain it wasn't
because he'd had only so few.

   Once he was relieved, Rudy got thinking.  He had a few weeks with
Alicia, until James came back.  In the mean time, he had a summer
internship lined up and could not afford to baby-sit his slave all day
long. A robotic Alicia wouldn't do; far too dangerous...

   She was still panting on the love-seat.  "Sit up" Rudy ordered the naked
woman.  He pulled out a medallion dangling from its chain.  He kept it with
him for a purpose: He'd become an expert hypnotist in college, which was
how his interest in mind-control had first started.  Usually, hypnotizing
someone was hard, impossible if the subject resisted.  But it would be a
piece of cake with Alicia, who had to follow all his instructions in full
detail.  Her mind was open to him like a naked canvass.  Rudy could
hypnotize her deeper and smoother than he ever had anyone, make her believe
anything...

   Once she was in a helpless trance, it was easy to instill in her the
suitable submission.  Specificity was too indiscreet, and too complex. 
With a mind opened so wide, there was easier ways to control a person:

   "Alicia".

   "Yes" she answered.

   "You refer to me as Master".

   "Yes, Master".

   "When I awake you, you will be the same as you were before, except you
will obey me unconditionally."

   "Yes, Master" .

   "And if you don't obey me, terrible things will happen".

   "Yes, Master".

   "Thus, no matter what orders I give you, and no matter how much you want
to disobey, you will obey".

   "Yes, Master".

   "No matter what the orders are, the alternative is far worse".

   "Yes, Master".

   "And that's true even if you can't remember what these terrible things
are".

   "Yes, Master".

   "You don't find it at all curious that you can't remember what the
alternative is, but that it is far worse, you know for sure...".

   "Yes, Master".

   No matter how much she hated being a puppet in Rudy's hands, she'd
follow his orders with diligence and intuition, follow not just the words
but the sprit of his commands.  Alicia couldn't avoid being the accomplice
in her own demise, no matter how much malice and enmity boiled inside her.

   "Wake up".

   Alicia regained her consciousness, not remembering the last five
minutes. The last thing she remembered was Rudy fucking her.  She hated him
for it, but she knew she had no choice but to obey.  The alternative was
far worse...

   Rudy leaned back in the sofa, now relaxed.

   "Now, go clean yourself.  Take an icy shower." He ordered.  "And fix me
a sandwich, I'm starving"...

   Alicia jumped into the cool shower in gratitude, trying to wash away all
the shame and frustration.  As the cold water splashed against her molested
body, she couldn't even bear to ponder what more Rudy had in store for her.
She emerged from the bath after cleansing in water for a long time.  She
got into a sexy lingerie set, complete with stockings and garter belt, just
as he wanted; put on heavy make-up, as well.  For all her fury, she could
not imagine the consequences of disobedience.

   She strolled into the kitchen wearing her highest-heels, to fix Rudy's
sandwich.  Ordinarily, she'd delegate such menial tasks to the maids - she
hardly knew how to cook much of anything - but this morning after her
encounter with Rudy, they had been wisely sent home for the weekend.  She
carefully sliced the tomatoes and the cucumbers, and prepared the best
sandwich she could ever make.

   As she walked into the living room with the tray, she caught a glimpse
of herself in the mirror: Dressed in her sexiest undies, sporting reddest
of the red make-up, standing on towering high-heels - she looked like a
whore.

   Rudy was seated comfortably on the leather couch, watching Alicia's
"tape of confessions".  The sight of her naked, convulsing figure on the
big-screen TV, reciting matters of such privacy for Rudy's amusement was
more humiliating than she could bear.  She wanted to crawl into a hole and
disappear.  Instead she leaned forward to present Rudy's dinner.

   "Your dinner, Master" she said in the manner of a concubine.

   "Thank you, slave" Rudy smirked, giving her a playful slap on the ass
like a boorish truck driver.  "Now fetch me a beer, too".

   Once Alicia handed her Master a bottle of cold Grolsch, she stood
patiently at the edge of the room like a servant girl, doing her best to
avoid the unbearable spectacle on the screen.

   Rudy finally stopped the tape as if he'd seen enough.  "Have you ever
sucked cock?" he inquired.

   "No, Master".  Alicia flinched at the question.

   "Not even for James?"

   "I never performed oral sex on anyone, Master ".

   "Why might that be?" Rudy knew Alicia was too much of a haughty
pain-in-the-ass to put a dirty cock in her mouth, but asked anyway.

   Alicia answered with helpless honesty.  "It is a demeaning sign of
submission; it's the sort of thing common sluts do..." Alicia replied
matter-of-factly, as if repeating lines from Andrea Dworkin - and the truth
was, while even the wildest imagination wouldn't confuse her for a feminist
of any kind, she hated relinquishing power, to men or anybody else. 
Unfortunately, she knew full well this answer would only infuriate her
tormentor.

   "You ARE a SLUT!!" Rudy fumed.  "You may think you're some kind of
aristocratic ball-buster, but you're just another SLUT!!  And you will
learn to look and act like the shameless SLUT that you were made to be by
the time I'm through with you...  You're just a glorified plaything for
men; got it, slave?"

   "Yes, Master" Alicia replied in horror.

   "In fact, it's time you began your training." Rudy zipped down and
whipped out his semi-limp cock.  "Get down on your knees" he ordered
abruptly.

   Alicia kneeled before Rudy.  She was almost face to face with his cock.
"That's a good girl...  You'd better get used to it, you'll be spending a
lot of time on your knees from now on...".

   "Now, I want you to suck my cock, but you'll have to make it last" he
instructed in detail.  "There's a Britney Spears concert on HBO, which I'd
like to watch while you develop your oral skills on the perfect test
subject, yours truly.  You'd better be a fast-learner, I wanna be feeling
the bottom of your throat within the hour.  And make sure you put that
sharp tongue of yours to good use."

   Satisfied with his instructions, Rudy leaned back, tuning into MTV.  He
was ordinarily no fan of the tacky teen-star.  But the prospect of watching
Britney dancing and singing, semi-naked in a soft-core schoolgirl uniform
two sizes too small, while getting a prolonged blow-job, was just too good
to pass.

   Alicia took Rudy's cock in her mouth as Britney Spears started
performing her suggestive dance and prancing her stuff on the giant screen.
For the next hour Alicia slaved over Rudy's cock, slowly getting the hang
of it.  She was doing her best in spite of herself.  She massaged his cock
in her throat, her tongue darting underside his penis, slowly bringing him
to the brink and then letting him relax ever so slightly.  His cock tasted
and smelled of his maleness, his pubic hair brushed against her face.  The
hard flesh filled her mouth, strained her jaws.  But none of her aversion
affected her performance.

   As Alicia's head bobbed up and down on his lap, Rudy's breathing became
more and more rapid.  He felt great: Britney was dancing for him, while
Alicia was diligently sucking his cock.  He also realized it was much
easier to imagine the teen tease on the screen in sexual scenarios while
receiving a nice drawn-out blow-job.  Not to mention the fact that, even
though Alicia had never looked as juvenile as the teen tart on the TV, Rudy
had seen her in the same school uniform way too many times during his
boyhood.  She was a fast learner: Following orders to perfection, the young
woman was deep-throating Rudy in due time.

   At last, it was too much: A few final soft strokes in Alicia's throat
took him over the edge.  He flooded her unwilling mouth with his jism.

   Alicia gagged with the flow of semen rushing down her throat.  She felt
degraded and exhausted, having sucked his cock for close to an hour.

   And she prayed it was over, yet Rudy only seemed to crave more.  She
felt his hand grabbing her by the hair and pulling her up, as the TV went
silent.

   "You'll have to get me hard again, slave" Rudy said dispassionately as
he pushed her towards the master bedroom.  He was determined to violate the
haughty young woman in every fashion before the night was out.  Alicia
would forever know Rudy had his way with her in every imaginable way. 
"From now on, my cock will be wearing you like a glove"...

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