Genre: BDSM Dark Romance Heat Level: 4 Word Count: 110, 280 ISBN: 978-0-3695-0126-4 Editor: Karyn White Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

Savannah's Chance by D.A. Maddox

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A Consequences, Live Story, 2

Savannah Miles and Scott Lachance are the perfect college couple. They’re smart. They’re beautiful. They have common interests. At twenty-one, both in their third year at Bridgemont University, they’ve nearly reached the end of the age of transition. And they’ve drawn the attention of Veronica Cruz and Malcolm Wiley, the two senior Skulls in a secret university society known only as The Select.

They have been chosen, invited to the Origins Fete, where their names will be entered into a lottery no one wants to win, where Veronica has plans for them—just as Malcolm has plans for her—and the world outside stands ready to punish any who dare to defy the Behavior Reformation Laws designed to keep young transitional adults safe from their own darkest desires.

Be Warned: BDSM, public exhibition, flogging, public humiliation, anal sex, m/m sex, f/f sex, sex toys

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Then, Malcolm stopped. “Almost forgot!” he said, his voice jovial and booming once more. He came back to his former position, centered in front of the sub line. He wagged a finger at the men and women who’d already started playing. They desisted at once. Ginger looked decidedly disgruntled.

 

“What now?” Melody fairly moaned, her small voice dangerously only half-stifled in her panic. But if anyone other than Savannah heard her, no one said anything about it.

 

“There is one way to exempt yourself from the lottery, if you feel so inclined. Taking advantage of this special clause in our unspoken but binding contract will also fast-track you to full Select membership tonight. Do I have your attention?”

 

Scott was staring at his feet, unimpressed, and Savannah could understand why. Unless she was wrong, he didn’t want permanent membership in this group any more than she did. One night of this, Savannah felt, would be all she could stand, if she could stand that much. And so, no, whatever clause this was held no interest for her.

 

“Present yourself in front of me right now, on your knees, as a willing submissive, and tonight you will enjoy the full benefits and torments of that role without ever having to stand in the Pen, without ever needing to hope you win the lottery.”

 

Again, an absolute hush fell.

 

Is he joking? Savannah thought, silly as the thought was. Of course, he wasn’t joking. But that was … well, it was simply awful, almost evil. By doing this, he’d call out everyone who wanted to be a sub, and the only people left in the lottery would be those who didn’t want to be one—or … or those who weren’t sure, at any rate.

 

Melody let go of Savannah’s hand.

 

Savannah tried to take it again, but Melody wrenched free before she could fully grasp it.

 

She moved forward: one step, two steps, three. Savannah might have actually lunged for her, tackled her, but Scott took her by the shoulders and held her back. By then, Malcolm had already noted the girl, the freshman, the little locker room lamb who had no fucking idea what she was doing right now.

 

As if you do, Savannah, her inner voice said to her. Let her go. It’s already over.

 

“Come on, then,” Malcolm said, smiling reassurance. Waving her to him.

 

With her head bowed, shaking all over, Melody came to him.

 

“Closer,” Malcolm said.

 

She stood right in front of him now. If her head had been upturned, she’d be staring at his chest.

 

“What’s your name?”

 

“P-Pig,” she said, sobbing.

 

Laughter from the balcony.

 

“Your real name, honey. If you do this, you’re a pig no longer. You’re a submissive. That’s a whole different thing.”

 

“Melody,” she quietly said, still shivering but steadier in her voice.

 

“Melody, are you sure?” he said, running his hand through her golden hair in long, slow strokes. “You have to be sure. You can still say no. You can go to the Pen, same as everyone else.”

 

Almost inaudible: “Yes.”

 

“Get down on your knees, Melody.”

 

She dropped to them, arms hugging her chest, her body rocking in place.

 

“In your own words, tell me what you are—and from the moment you rise up, you will be that thing, that precious identity you’ve always hidden in your mind and in your heart.”

 

Melody, don’t, Savannah begged her from afar.

 

But she did. Savannah couldn’t make out the words anymore, not from here. But she spoke for half a minute at least, and at the end, she was no longer weeping. Her trembling, too, had somewhat abated.

 

Guarding his volume, Scott muttered, “My God, this is so fucked up.”

 

Malcolm reached down, almost eye level with Melody, and took her hands. “Up,” he said. “Stand up. Come on, girl. You can do it.”

 

With his help, she did.

 

“Kiss my skull,” he said, pointing to the badge on his vest.

 

She obeyed.

 

From the balcony, clapping—no voices, just clapping. It was a welcoming sound, almost respectful.

 

Melody dissolved into him, wrapping her arms around him, hugging him hard. Malcolm hugged her in return, running his hand over her back, soothing her, cooing kindness into her ear. Then, still holding her, he addressed the sub line behind him:

 

“Nathan, Maxwell…”

 

Two of the young, naked male subs sprang to their feet and came to him at once, one at either side, cocks bobbing.

 

Malcolm eased her off of him, then. Holding her by the upper arms, he turned Melody to face the pigs and the balcony. Then he let go of her arms and gathered her hair into a fist. He didn’t pull it, didn’t hurt her, just … secured her there by holding it tight.

 

He nodded to the subs. “Strip her.”

 

Savannah gasped. Scott made no sound. It seemed, in the moment before it happened, the only sound was Melody’s breathing, and it filled the entire world.

 

Melody blinked. Her mouth opened and closed several times but spoke no words.

 

Nathan and Maxwell didn’t hesitate. With one at either shoulder strap, they sheared the purity robe from her like tissue paper. With his free hand, ignoring the double knot Melody had tied tight, Malcolm wrenched off her panties and tossed them, ruined, to the side.

 

Nathan pulled her right hand from her breasts: big, pink nipples, the tips at maximum protrusion like pencil erasers. Maxwell eased her left hand from her sex: its blonde and furry thatch was the best and only cover she still had.

 

The subs kept hold of either wrist. She couldn’t even lower her head from the shame, not with Malcolm’s hand gripping her hair. She could only stand in place, displayed, eyes wide as she took in all the people who were taking in her.

 

Again, to the sub line: “Missy, Courtney…”

 

They hustled over, naked and giggling.

 

“Lift her. Spread her, face down.”

 

Melody managed a squeal when they went for her ankles. Malcolm released her hair, and the girls did as they’d been told. Straight off the ground they lifted her. With the boys still holding her by the wrists and arms, she might have been lying on an invisible bed, face down.

 

“Rotate,” Malcolm said, “let the boring-ass Neutrals on the balcony see that mint-condition freshman cunny of hers.”

 

And just like that Savannah found herself staring right at the gaping pussy lips of the girl she’d tried to comfort in the locker room. Melody was making actual mewling sounds now, her legs bucking, her arms trying to draw in—all futile, all pointless. But at no time did she ask anyone to stop.

 

The kids on the balcony were fairly losing their shit over all this. They jumped up and down, men and women both, drinking, celebrating, calling her name, staring.

 

Until Malcolm blocked their view. He strode right into the small V space between her legs. “I’m going to make you come right now,” he said, massaging her shoulders, her back, working lower, lower. “Later, you’ll return the favor for me—and whoever.” He cupped her breasts and kneaded them, flicked her tightened nipple tips, ran his hands over her ribcage. “The one thing I won’t do—what no one will do, unless you ask for it, is fuck you. But if you do ask, and ask sweetly, I’ll fuck you like you won’t believe.”

 

They were all watching Melody. No one was watching her, Savannah, nor Scott.

 

And that thing under the front of Scott’s shirttail was no cucumber.

 

Savannah took a step back, leading Scott with her, letting the others close ranks in front of them.

 

“What?” he asked her.

 

She could still see Malcolm from the back. His hands ran the length of Melody’s bucking legs.

 

Savannah said, “I’m scared, Scott.”

 

“Me, too,” Scott answered.

 

Malcolm reached under the new sub. He massaged her between her legs. Savannah could only imagine it, but she was sure his long fingers were at work on her slit, her clit. “Oh, this freshman cunny is all wet. You poor, neglected thing. Do you want Master Malcolm to stop?”

 

Savannah could only see the top of Melody’s head, but she could hear the young woman perfectly fine now.

 

“N-n-no, Master … Please, don’t stop … My gosh, my gosh … Haaaa—aaa...”

 

Savannah wanted to ask Scott to touch her, here and now, while they had the cover of this ungodly spectacle to shield them from retribution and punishment. She wanted to. She didn’t dare.

 

“Oh, here she comes,” Malcolm said, working her over with even greater fervor. “Here she comes, here she comes.”

 

Savannah could actually hear the wetness, the fingers working, squelching, over Melody’s seeping orgasm—until she screamed. After which she shuddered, a long tremor. And then Melody lay still, held by two men up front, two women from behind, and from the middle, Malcolm.

 

“Are you a dirty girl, sub-Melody?” he asked, licking her come from his glistening fingers.

 

She nodded, sobbing again.

 

“Say, ‘I’m a dirty girl, Master’.”

 

“I’m a … dirty girl, Master.”

 

“Yes, you are—yes, you are,” Malcolm agreed. “Has Master been generous with his new sub today? Is Master’s sub happy?”

 

“Y-yes, Master. Thank you, Master.”

 

“But,” Malcolm said, evacuating the place between her legs, ambling back around up front, “you’re such a dirty thing, Melody. On the inside. We’re going to purify you—but first, we need to show you how dirty you are by making you dirty on the outside.”

 

The heavy breathing again. Fresh anticipation.

 

“When they throw you in it, they do it nice and easy. Soon as they let you go, just cover your face with your hands and let yourself slide. You’ll be fine, Melody. Don’t be scared.”

 

Malcolm, Savannah decided, wasn’t nearly so horrible as Veronica.

 

There she still sat, Veronica, her man couch looking quite pained by this time, the man servicing her goddamned toes clearly weary, but continuing.

 

Veronica gave her a finger wave and a wink.

 

Savannah took Scott’s hand. “This was a mistake,” she said.

 

Scott didn’t answer until after Melody had been thrown, headfirst, into the pool of mud.

 

“Tell me about it,” he said.

 

Product Reviews

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5/5
Another amazing addition to the Consequences, Live Universe!
Written by Laura on 29th Mar 2020

I read Savannah's Chance soon after finishing Piper's Price (both books are standalones within the same universe, so you can read in any order) and I wasn't disappointed. Savannah's Chance introduces two transitional college students who have no idea what they are in for when they are chosen to be a part of their college's Select. Both characters are easy to fall in love with, Savannah the innocent girl next door and Scott the hunky gentleman. The two of them find their way to each other in a very interesting and sexy way. I really love the universe that DA Maddox has created. I love reading dystopian literature and this book definitely gives you more insight on what it is like to live in this new world. I'm not too well versed on BDSM novels... but I'm glad the Consequences, Live universe was my first look into this genre! Definitely check this one out if you want great world building, amazing characters, and lots of naughty things, this book is for you!

5/5
Naughty Naughty
Written by Barbara Posey on 19th Feb 2020

It’s a world where the wrong curiosity can lead to Consequences, Live! — a reality-based BDSM program programmed to punish “transitional” adults of twenty-one and younger who have dared to peek into the sexual world of full adults. And college kids are famous for taking chances. The Select is the secret society of the campus: name, a whisper, a rumor of danger, a mystery. To accept the challenge is to leap into unknown territory — unknown but definitely outlawed. It’s a single night of trial, of discovery, of dominance and submission. A night that can change a lifetime. Savannah Miles has always been a good girl: good student, good athlete, good daughter. But The Select has offered her a dare. Scott Lachance is a gentleman, a clean-cut, stand-up guy just one year away from full adult status. Is the risk worth it when the invitation comes from The Select? Savannah must decide for both of them. Their journey is a buckle-your-seatbelt ride! Their courage and humor, their steadfast loyalty to each other, makes these characters memorable. The author has created a vivid and compelling world, a dystopian culture of religious and sexual repression showing cracks and beginning to crumble. A rebellious energy promises a blast of fresh air coming; and meanwhile, there is plenty of naughty hidden hijinks going on. Don’t miss it!

5/5
Savannah’s Chance
Written by Barbara on 11th Feb 2020

It’s a world where the wrong curiosity can lead to Consequences, Live! — a reality-based BDSM program programmed to punish “transitional” adults of twenty-one and younger who have dared to peek into the sexual world of full adults. And college kids are famous for taking chances. The Select is the secret society of the campus: name, a whisper, a rumor of danger, a mystery. To accept the challenge is to leap into unknown territory — unknown but definitely outlawed. It’s a single night of trial, of discovery, of dominance and submission. A night that can change a lifetime. Savannah Miles has always been a good girl: good student, good athlete, good daughter. But The Select has offered her a dare. Scott Lachance is a gentleman, a clean-cut, stand-up guy just one year away from full adult status. Is the risk worth it when the invitation comes from The Select? Savannah must decide for both of them. Their journey is a buckle-your-seatbelt ride! Their courage and humor, their steadfast loyalty to each other, makes these characters memorable. The author has created a vivid and compelling world, a dystopian culture of religious and sexual repression showing cracks and beginning to crumble. A rebellious energy promises a blast of fresh air coming; and meanwhile, there is plenty of naughty hidden hijinks going on. Don’t miss it!

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