EXTRACT FOR
Criminal Submission
(Crimson Rose)

Police arriving in minutes, Robin waited until they were at the door to open the shutters and remotely unlock the door so they did not have to bust it in. Finding Marcus in the kitchen where he had remained unmoving for fear of being shot, they quickly put him in cuffs and escorted him out - ignoring his claims of his wife being in the house as they had been instructed by the Chief of a single intruder.

Waiting for the police to be well on their way, Robin once again activated the shutters and then the intercom. "It's safe to come out now. The door code is seven-three-nine-zero-six-six. The shutters have been reactivated making it impossible for you to leave. Since I'm out of the country for the next five weeks there's no food on the house so I'll have my best friend get a few things from the store. And if you're thinking of doing something to her to escape, know that she's a cop."

"I know I'm a horrible human being, but I'm not completely irredeemable. I want to be a better person and if you're willing to give me that chance then I'll do whatever you ask of me. Honest. You mentioned being your sex slave. Command me, Mistress. I don't care how humiliating and degrading it is, I'll do it without question or complaint. All I want is a chance to prove I'm capable of changing."

"Go to the kitchen and into the basement. Open the door between the couches and enter my playroom."

"Yes Mistress."

"I know you're only twenty-three so tell me how you already have nine kids."

"I've had triplets and three sets of twins and am currently pregnant with quadruplets. Apparently I'm genetically predisposed to multiple birth pregnancies."

"Wow! And your parents are caring for them all?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Is Marcus the father of them all?"

"No Mistress. He's not the father of any of them."

"Oh?"

"You know I was a prostitute, Mistress. He pimped me out to hundreds of men. And when I say hundreds I mean I've been with over a thousand in the last five years and they did nearly everything imaginable to me. Breeding. Gang bangs. Fisting. Using me as their toilet. Beatings. One guy pierced my nipples and outer labia while another tattooed freaky fucktoy across my shoulders."

"Show me."

Without missing a beat, Brooke stopped in the kitchen and began stripping out of her clothes. Sure enough, FREAKY FUCKTOY was written across her shoulders in large fancy letters and when her bra hit the floor Robin saw not one, but two sets of barbells in the intruder's nipples - one set horizontal and the other vertical. Kicking off her shoes and pulling off her socks, Brook quickly tugged her pants and panties down and off.

"In case you're wondering, despite being with so many men I am disease free," Brooke said.

"Good to know but you'll be tested soon anyways. Tell me, slave, have you ever been with another woman?"

"No, Mistress. I want to, but my husband refused to let me. In his words, women were made to please men and not each other."