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  Destiny Taken

  Giulia Napoli

  Book One of the Destiny Lost Series

  Destiny Taken - Inside Flap Summary

  This is an erotic, sexy, fetish and BDSM novel of personal triumph and tragedy, that is at once surprising, hard-hitting, seductive and finely crafted. This is the sexy, passionate story of Destiny Michelle Hutton, a pleasant, reasonably intelligent, attractive young lady, and how she loses control of her own destiny.

  Tragedy strikes early for Destiny, who tries to move forward in spite of personal anguish and love lost. She becomes an educated professional and explores her deep, inherent sexuality in unusual and unexpected situations. When she thinks she’s rediscovered her way, her life is again uprooted, and she finds herself imprisoned and subjected to a fetish environment so different and challenging that she could never have dreamt of it.

  Destiny’s story is one of her personal development, along with the blossoming of her sexuality. Woven into this first novel of her story are the range of sexual, fetish and BDSM scenes readers have come to expect from Giulia Napoli. Destiny’s sexuality and submissive nature are tested, manipulated, and evolved by both her love interests and those who would dominate and control her. Her time in the Control Institution for Delinquent Women will surprise you, horrify you, make you yearn and cry, and trigger most of your erotic inclinations.

  This is the first book in the Destiny Lost Series.

  Destiny Taken - Publisher’s Summary

  This is a solid, adult contemporary fantasy novel of over 105,000 words. It contains fetish erotica and BDSM scenes. It includes extensive body modification; self-image alteration; smoking; hair changes, removal, and shaving; weight gain; compulsions and addiction; bondage; discipline; short and long-term physical and mind control and submission; riveting heterosexuality and tasteful bisexuality.

  It goes without saying that Destiny Taken is serious adult drama containing open discussions and scenes of intense sexuality, erotica and fetish erotica, BDSM and sexual relations. Parts of Destiny Taken may be too intense for some readers.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, businesses, organizations or persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.

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  Other books and stories by Giulia Napoli

  About Lena

  Ashley’s Wedding

  Oh Claire! (To Be Perfectly Claire Series, #1)

  Eighteen Months

  Destiny Bound (The Destiny Lost Series, #2) coming Fall, 2016

  Dedication

  To all the struggling fetishers out there

  Acknowledgements

  My Global Jele editors get my thanks for reviewing Destiny Taken. I appreciate your openness to my nutty ideas, your interest and help in making this tale as good as it could be, and the high quality of your text editing.

  I want to especially thank my talented friend and Screening Editor, Tanager Leigh, who not only put the book on track and found countless ways to improve individual scenes, but also invented Tia.

  I also want to thank my First Readers, in particular Frank Cipriano, J. Ellyne, Tanager Lee, Jessica Pace and Billi Zarre. The final version of Destiny Taken is so much better because of the thoughtful, detailed comments and the suggestions you each provided. I’m very much in your debt.

  Thanks to a lost friend for a kick-start and bouncing ideas around. You know who you are.

  Finally, I want to thank my beautiful, talented, long-time friend, and Final Editor, J. Ellyne for her quality editing, suggestions, encouragement, and honesty in reviewing Destiny Taken, both early on and at the very end of the process.

  I’m so fortunate that all of you have my back.

  Giulia Napoli

  USA

  July, 2016

  Table of Contents

  Destiny Taken

  Destiny Taken - Inside Flap Summary

  Destiny Taken - Publisher’s Summary

  Dedication

  Acknowledgements

  Table of Contents

  Prologue - Fireflies

  Chapter 1 – Yesterday

  Chapter 2 – Life Goes On

  Chapter 3 - Landslide

  Chapter 4 – This Girl Is a Woman Now

  Chapter 5 – Real Love

  Chapter 6 - Broken

  Chapter 7 – The Way We Were

  Chapter 8 – Don’t Let the Sun Go Down on Me

  Chapter 9 – A Descent into Hell

  Chapter 10 – Loss of Control

  Chapter 11 – Count on Me

  Chapter 12 – Why Don’t You Smile Now

  Chapter 13 – Come Softly to Me

  Chapter 14 – Happiness in Slavery

  Chapter 15 – Mind Control

  Epilogue – Reflections of My Life

  Chapter Title Songs

  About the Author

  Destiny Lost

  Giulia Napoli

  Prologue - Fireflies

  Our sexual attraction was still new (at that stage of development where it’s both a novelty and a compulsion). It continued to build up, better and better each time. We’d been best friends for a couple years, but the heat and passion were mere days old. Perhaps we needed those years of friendship to finally evolve to this, or to allow enough unexpected things to happen to give our friendship a chance to veer off in that direction. It didn’t feel like the evolution of our relationship, though. It was like throwing a switch a few days after we both turned eighteen, and suddenly the passion was there. We were both astounded at what had occurred between us – almost every day for the past couple of weeks.

  It was the first experience with another girl for both of us, though neither of us was a virgin. I’d had several sexual relationships with guys, and I know Tia had at least two that she’d mentioned to me.

  I’d call my sexual experiences up to that point interesting and warm, but uninspiring. Guys my age just didn’t get it yet at eighteen or nineteen. Girls at least knew what turned girls on. At least twenty-first century girls that I was acquainted with did. Looking back from about twenty years later, I realize how much we didn’t know, even about our own bodies. We knew enough, though, to find satisfaction in the arms of another girl our age, if we were so inclined. I didn’t think I was, but finding out started me on the path to understanding the person I truly am. At least until I became unrecognizable to myself, physically, sexually, mentally, and spiritually. That came about not because of what I did, but because of what others did to me over the intervening years.

  You’re thinking I consider myself a victim. You probably expect to find that I did it to myself. People who grow up comfortable, in good homes, with a loving family in a free country don’t become victims unless they, themselves make poor, easy choices. Read on and then decide.

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  We were hanging out at Tia’s house on a lovely Sunday in early spring. Her mom and dad were conveniently gone for the day, which was how they spent many evenings and weekend days. They liked to get out and take advantage of everything the metroplex had to offer.r />
  We ate our sushi lunch with chopsticks in the breakfast room. The room’s bay window looked out on the backyard, across a short lawn to a stand of sparse trees that marched down a ravine to the lovely river that ran along our exurban town of River’s Edge.

  A clump of dogwood trees, in full flower with pink and peach-colored blossoms, stood at the edge of the yard to the far left. A privacy fence to the far right enclosed the pool area so well that nothing could be seen within it unless you were upstairs. No neighboring houses were visible from where we sat, or from the enclosed pool. The trees and grass were lush with the lighter green of springtime. The day was sunny, bright and pleasantly warm, which perfectly reflected my mood.

  We cleared the few dishes to the dishwasher and walked outside, through the privacy fence gate, into the pool area. No one could see us there so we immediately stripped off our bikinis, laid a thick mat between the pool and the hot tub, put another mat on top of it, and hopped in the not-very-hot tub, hand-in-hand. Tia slid to the middle of the round, bubbling basin, squatting and submerging her shapely body past her shoulders. Then she ducked her head and moved underwater, toward my spread legs and newly lasered pussy.

  I felt her playfully blow bubbles against my vulva; her tongue snaked along my inners slightly opening me. Below her tongue a finger probed within my lower slit, then her thumb slipped within me and her finger moved down to push under me and find my rosebud. Her tongue flicked under my hood, prying it up slightly, and I felt her gently blow a stream of tiny bubbles against my clit. Mmm …

  She must have stayed under for a minute and a half, continuing her water-play. Finally, she raised her head above the water, right in front of me. Her thumb was still in my vagina and a finger was now within my rosebud.

  Her heavy, rich-chestnut bangs were neatly plastered across her whole forehead, ending just below her brows when wet. She looked up at me, her face dripping, only her eyes cleared by her thick lashes diverting the droplets that trickled down her tan, creamy skin. Her full, soft lips parted and she flashed me an adoring smile, showing her perfect white teeth. I hoped my return smile was just as dazzling to her.

  Down she went again and the bubbling massage of my clit continued. I felt a finger of her other hand reach into me and push against the spongy, sensitive flesh of my G-spot, pushing my clit up from its base from the inside, to extend slightly above its hood. Now I could feel the bubbles all around it. I was climbing the arousal ladder quickly.

  Two fingers now opened my rosebud and entered me, while she continued to minister to my G-spot and clitoris with fingers, mouth and tongue.

  When she next surfaced, I was already at the edge. “I’m going to cum in a moment, if you keep that up!” I shouted, laughing and shuddering with joy.

  “Then cum. Let see if we can set a record. We have all afternoon and most of the evening too.”

  “Sounds like a worthy goal to me!” I leaned farther back, pushing my butt to the very edge of the ledge on which I sat, offering myself to her for anything she chose to do.

  Her attentions were totally directed to my nether regions. We hadn’t kissed; she hadn’t fondled my boobs nor sucked my nipples. But oh was she rockin’ my sexual center! I started to quiver uncontrollably as I tried to hold back on my climax, while she played and tuned me to keep me oscillating at the edge, not quite crossing over the event horizon to the pinnacle.

  Three more of her dives later, I was still edging but I was sure I couldn’t hold out for another minute or more, before she surfaced again. I felt a hard stream of bubbles machine-gun against my clit and then her tongue pushed flat against it and I shot over the top, crashing directly into an orgasm that rose up to consume me!

  I was screaming and didn’t realized it. My hands were gripping Tia’s hair with almost enough force to pull it out. It must have been painful for her, but she didn’t stop. Waves and water waves of ecstasy swept over me, concentrated with great force up and down my slit, where my legs joined and behind that. She must have surfaced at least once while I was still cumming, because it went on for so long that holding her breath that long would have been impossible.

  **********

  “How did you learn to do that?” I asked as we lay in the sun, atop the thick, wet mats.

  “Learn? I just made it up as I was going along. I tried to picture what I’d want and did it to you. Guess it worked.”

  “I’d say. You should patent that.”

  “It’s probably already in the Kama Sutra somewhere,” she laughed.

  “I never read it in there.”

  “They probably added it to the Kindle edition …”

  I interrupted her with a kiss, which I held while I rolled on top of her. Our warm, wet bodies slid along each other, our breasts smashed tight against each other. My long, highlighted blonde hair had fallen forward and surrounded both our faces. I slid down her body until my mouth covered her also hairless pussy. Then I began to give as good as I’d gotten.

  **********

  It was the greatest afternoon of sex I could have imagined at that point in my life. The fact that it was girl-on-girl was barely incidental. It was two young women who loved each other with a purity and a clarity that is too rare, though I still believe, at least a little, that it doesn’t need to be.

  We would be intimate again in a few days, but it wouldn’t rise to the level of passion of that Sunday afternoon. Then everything would change.

  Chapter 1 – Yesterday

  Because I want it to, this story begins nineteen years ago when I was fifteen, at the beginning of my sophomore year in high school. If my partially scrambled, undependable memory serves me at all, and sometimes it doesn’t, I believe my name at that time was Destiny Michelle Hutton. Sometimes I forget I was Destiny, and think she was only someone I knew. Most of the time I remember, and if I forget, Tia reminds me.

  This story is about what happened to me. Whoever I was and whoever I am. For the moment, assume I'm telling you the truth as it actually happened, and that I'm Destiny. Or used to be.

  I’m an Air Force military brat and that was the single largest influence on how and where I grew up, the only child of two loving parents. I spent time all over the US, from east to west, and almost a third of my pre-college life in England, Germany and Belgium in Europe. Having no choice, I learned to make friends wherever I was; I probably wasn’t the most outgoing person you ever met, but I did alright. Overall, I think the experience made me a little more conservative in a few areas, and more daring than normal in others. One thing's for sure, I've always been a somewhat out-of-step with my peers who were one hundred percent raised in America.

  I managed to develop a good number of friends within a month or two of moving someplace new, though I had never had what I would consider a very close or best friend. That was the status quo until I finally moved back to the US, ending up in the quirky, planned community of River’s Edge, at the beginning of my sophomore year in high school. We landed there because my dad was stationed at a huge Airforce base about 35 miles away. River’s Edge was a compromise location: my mother wanted the city, my dad liked the country. As it was, we were in a lovely, ex-urban area, more-or-less in the middle of a large metroplex.

  A week after arriving in River’s Edge, we were settled in, just in time for me to start school at the beginning of the school year. It was within the first minutes at my new high school that I met Tia.

  Her name was Tia Malinda Morales and she was a force of nature. She was the prettiest, the smartest, the most athletic, outgoing and friendly and, as I was to discover, the kindest girl in the tenth grade.

  On that first day of school, I arrived about half an hour before the start of homeroom. I walked into the common area, just outside the cafeteria. This part of the main school building was an enclosed atrium that everyone called the lobby. The first person I saw, the first thing I saw was Tia, holding court with a couple dozen admirers, equally split between girls and boys. She was standing, and gesturing ani
matedly, while most everyone around her was sitting in concentric circles of chairs. The image was quite extraordin'ry, as my Brit friends would say.

  The lobby was completely full with smaller groups of students – ranging from freshman to seniors. The group around Tia was far and away the biggest single gathering in the lobby that morning.

  At that point I didn't even know Tia was a sophomore like I was. It looked like an exclusive club, so I sort of skirted the group and was trying to decide whether to move away or sit down when I heard her call out, "Hey, cute girl! Are you a sophomore?"

  "Me?" I answered, looking around for someone else she might be addressing.

  "You're the only cute girl I see standing there! Sophomore?"

  "Ye … yes," I said, probably somewhat tentatively. I wasn't shy – except maybe in the evident presence of royalty.

  "Are you sure?" She asked, grinning. Everyone was looking at me, and I hated it.

  "I … I'm a new sophomore. My family moved here a week ago."

  "That's great!" She said.

  I smiled. I felt like I was a rather ordinary bug under a microscope. I wished I hadn't come down here. That feeling was unusual for me, since I could usually give it out, as easily as I could take it. But she was so pretty! So lovely and poised! So … hot!

  Tia spoke again. "If I remember the list, you must be Cary, Jacob, Donatello, Jorge, Sid, Lemongelo, Steve, Julio, Hillary, Maria, Angelique, Lydia, Tiffany, Olivia, Ashley, Rhadika or Destiny. My money's on Destiny."

  What the hell? I thought. Could she have memorized – and remembered - the whole list of new sophomores? Who was this person?

  I tried to smile like the friendly and confident girl I wasn't at that moment. I probably looked like a grinning fool. "I'm Destiny," I said, wanting to crawl under the nearest rock – or table.