Forced into Submission: A Desperate Woman's Descent into a World of Pain and Pleasure

It’s been a week since Heather was assigned to be Ian’s guardian and already her life has been destroyed. After the first night in Ian’s house, she had been drugged and raped. She turned into a sex toy for Ian and was now addicted to his cock. During the day, she worked to find a way to get Ian emancipated from the court and state. But every night she would undress and let Ian have his was with her. She was defeated and had no free will. Ian was getting inpatient with Heather and he would get violent on some nights. But Ian was smart enough to know where to hit her. Her breast were red and swollen, as was her pussy. If Ian was not fucking her, he was punishing her by hitting her with towels on those areas knowing she would never show those spots to anyone but him. After another week of work, Heather found something she could use. The judge was a customer of one of his parents “business partners” . He was getting drugs from overseas and smuggling it through the warehouse. With this information, Heather, under the instructions of Ian was able to blackmail the judge into getting everything he wanted. On his 15th birthday, Ian had his last court date. The judge gave Ian full emancipation from state and federal agencies, full control of his parents estate and holdings, and was able to collect the $5 million dollar insurance claim. The judge ordered Heather to make all arrangements and with a bang of his gavel, Ian was free. As part of the deal with the judge, he kept his secret hobby quite and agreed to leave the state. 2 days later the house was sold for $3 million dollars and the shipping company for $18 million. Bought by the smuggler’s his parents worked with. He had Heather buy a house for him in another state and transferred all the money into a new bank. With her work done, it was time to pay Heather for her time. The night before he was to leave he meet Heather at a small cabin on far back of his parents estate. No one ever knew about, as it served as a type of panic room for the family. It was cold that night as Heather arrived dress in a business suit and low heels and trench coat. Her hair was trimmed back. She entered the cabin and Ian told her to lay on the table in the center of the room. She did so and Ian was soon standing over her looking into her eyes. He rubbed his hand against her cheek and stroked her hair gently. He moved to

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