0 comments/ 22415 views/ 4 favorites Broken? Ch. 01 By: lilkristin You are sitting in a chair and i am sitting on the floor at your feet, between Your knees, naked, my head resting on Your thigh. Without a word, You reach over and grab my leather collar, and with the other hand, grab me by the hair at the nape of my neck to pull my head up to wrap the leather snuggly and lock it in place. i am now positioned kneeling in front of You, hands clasped behind my back, shoulders back, breasts thrust forward, eyes lowered, knees slightly spread. You reach for the blindfold and wrap it tightly around my eyes and knot it tightly at the back of my head. You grab me firmly around each arm and lift me to standing as You too arise and walk around to the other side of me, now standing behind me, just taking me in. You pull my head back again by my hair, reaching around pinching and twisting and pulling at my hardening nipple. i can feel Your breath on my neck, and then a sharp, stinging bite on my shoulder. You move back around to the front of me, not letting go of my hair, and bite my tender nipple, gnawing and pulling at it with your teeth until it finally pulls loose. You slap and grab my pussy, holding me firmly, and whisper, "Mine, to do with as I please." i, of course, respond, "Yes Master." "As long as you are collared tonight, those are the only two words you are permitted to speak. Do you understand?" "Yes Master." You guide me across the room and stand me in a doorway. "Show Me your hands, pet." i cross my arms at the wrists in front of me, and i feel the ropes binding them tightly together. my arms are stretched above my head and hooked at the top of the doorframe. You reach down and clasp in place a metal spreader bar between my ankles, forcing me almost to tiptoes. i feel soft touches from You on each nipple, then one finger just grazing thru the moist slit between my legs, then across my lips, and immediately i realize what You have done. i can feel the warmth rising up, burning sensation coming on each area of my flesh where Your fingers touched me, the cinnamon oil beginning to work on me almost instantly. You start slowly with light teasing touches from my covered eyes, to my cheeks, down the side of my neck, shoulders, arms, across my breasts, avoiding my burning nipples, down my stomach, barely grazing my trimmed pussy hairs, and down my thighs, covering my body with goosebumps from Your soft touches. Then a sudden, sharp stinging across my thigh from the crop takes my breath away for a moment. Then a repetition of blows alternating from one thigh to the next causes a new burning sensation, welts rising up covering my thighs. Your fingers trace tenderly over my marked up thighs, then scrape painfully across my tender flesh reigniting the painful burning. You slide a finger inside me, just to see how wet i am. A small, almost wicked chuckle escapes from Your mouth as i jerk instinctively from Your touch. You smear Your cunt soaked fingers across my lips and continue on with the crop, this time across my already burning nipples. i lose count of the blows delivered. i am almost light headed, and i can feel my flesh warming, burning, my nipples rock hard, cunt juice running down my thighs. You scrape your teeth mercilessly across my swollen nubs, biting and stretching them as far as possible. Biting my lip to keep silent, my mind races from tasting the combination of cinnamon and my own pussy juice. The instant You release my throbbing nipple i feel a strong blow to my already burning cunt.....again, and again, and again administering painful blows from the crop.......each harder than the last. i begin writhing uncontrollably within my restraints, my hips actually thrust forward to give You better access to abuse my aching pussy. After about the 10th blow i start sobbing. i can't hold it in any longer. You stop finally and cup my swollen cunt with Your hand and ask me, "Had enough pet?" Of course i remain silent, because i do not want to say yes, and am unable to say no. "you better not cum without permission!" You growl. You slip a finger and thumb between my throbbing cunt lips and pinch my clit as hard as you can, digging in Your fingernails and pulling my swollen hardened clit to its limit, tugging until it finally eases from Your grip. Then a hard slap to my pussy, and over and over in fast repetition, harder and harder, until You hear audible sobs coming from me, and again You ask, "Have you had enough pet?" Still, only obedient silence from me. You start stroking my swollen clit. i can hear the sounds of my sopping pussy and my hips grind against Your talented fingers. My god, i want to cum so bad but i struggle against it. "Don't you dare cum without permission," You remind me, and i struggle even harder, the harshness of Your voice nearly doing me in. my body wants it so badly. my mind tries to hold it so as not to displease You. Just when i am about to cum, as if You know i am there, You forcefully shove Your hand into my soaked cunt, damn near lifting me up by my pussy. i gasp from the pressure and the shear force of Your movements, and am silently relieved You stopped before i came. "Good girl," You whisper, and slowly You lower me back down, releasing my throbbing soaked pussy, then running your cunt soaked fingers across my nipples, coating them in my own juices. Just as i think i can breath a small sigh of relief, You slap my breasts hard with your hands, both at the same time. "I think *slap* you are lucky *slap* I stopped *slap* when I did, *slap* pet." "Yes *slap* Master," i respond breathlessly between blows. You once again apply the cinnamon oil to my nipples and clit, cunt lips, and this time, deep inside my throbbing cum hole. Then You grab me at my waist, turning me around so my ass is now presented to You. The burning sensations are renewed from the fresh oil and i am now becoming aware of just how tender my thighs, breasts and cunt are from Your attentions. It's like the whole front half of my body is aflame. i feel a soft kiss on the back of my neck as my hair is parted and pushed forward over my shoulders, landing softly across my swollen tender nipples. i moan slightly and instantly the softness of Your kiss is replaced by the sharp stinging pain from a fierce bite. Your hands reach around grabbing my tender mounds, nails digging into my nipples as You continue biting me almost ravenously across my back and shoulders, as if i were Your last meal, until i start sobbing uncontrollably. Oh god, i don't mean to. i just can't help it. The lightheadedness comes again. The pain is almost unbearable, but it feels so fucking good. "Have you had enough pet?" Again, silence from me. "Ok then, shall we continue?" "Yes Master." Your questions give me just enough time to catch my breath before i feel a thudding pounding on my ass.......not the crop....not the flogger....not Your hand. By the second blow i realize it must be the wooden paddle, a new sensation for me. You land several blows across each ass cheek to warm and ready my ass, the heavy thudding from each smack forcing me forward and further onto my tiptoes. Heavy blows from the paddle are soon replaced with the familiar stinging blows from the flogger. Your relentless assault on my ass has my flesh quickly on fire and swollen. Suddenly i feel a warm mouth sucking and biting on my nipples.....in between strikes from the flogger.....but? Wait.......how? A hand stroking my swollen thighs.....then my soaked and painfully bruised cunt lips.....pussy filled fingers penetrate my mouth......wait, still feeling the flogger across my ass......Clamps being fixed in place on each nipple, cunt lips, clit.......how? Am i losing it? Shit! Panic rushes thru me. Wait.....no, too many hands......someone else.....Master is not alone? Oh god! Help me....... Broken Ch. 01 He waited as he had been told to. He had driven out of town, down a deserted road, into the forest. As the odometer hit 3.0 miles from the last turn, he pulled over and parked. The instructions had been very clear and specific. He was to wait until someone came along and told him what to do next. And he was to obey instantly. If he failed to, he would be left behind, and his Mistress would be extremely disappointed. He knew that meant she probably wouldn't talk to him for a month. That would be a very long month. After 10 minutes, he heard a car coming down the road. It came nearer, then pulled over behind him. He stepped out to greet whoever it may be. An attractive brunette stepped out of the car, carrying a small duffel bag. He'd never seen her before. "Your car keys," she said, holding out her well manicured hand. He handed them over to her without a word. "Open your trunk," she said. He hit the button to unlatch his trunk, and opened it for her. It was empty. He stood near the trunk of his car when she said simply, "Strip." At his slight pause, she smiled. "Right now. Or I'm gone." As he began to undress, She took a small thermos from her duffel bag, and set it on her car. She took each item of clothing from him as he stripped naked, and stuffed it into her bag. His shirt went in, then his shoes, socks, belt. He pulled his jeans down next, as she grinned. He wore no underware, so he was now naked before her. She folded them, and added the jeans to her bag, then tossed it into her car. He stood there naked and exposed, waiting like a good little boy. She returned to him, then pointed to his open car trunk. "Climb in." "Now wait..." he said. Her hand flew out, slapping him across the face. "You have five seconds to obey. Five... Four..." "OK, ok, I'm sorry, " he said. He climbed into his own car trunk, bending his legs to fit. "Three... OK, good. Much better," she told him. She opened the thermos, and handed it to him. "Drink this," she said. "You'll be unconscious in seconds, so settle yourself down in there first. I don't want you falling over and hurting yourself." This is getting pretty intense, he thought. Unconscious? Where would she take him? He'd have no idea of what happened to him. "That's right," she said, as if reading his mind. And that's what my Mistress wants, he told himself. He brought the thermos to his lips, and drank it down quickly. The woman smiled down at him as he lay down in the trunk. "That's it, just relax..." She stroked his hair as his vision began to fade. Everything was getting darker, fuzzier. Soon, he could barely hear her. The last thing he saw was her talking into a cell phone. "Yes, I've got him. We're on our way now." She closed the trunk, and everything went black. She got in his car, and drove him towards April, his Mistress. --------------------------------- Twelve miles later, his car came to a stop outside a large house centered in 30 wooded acres. Privacy was assured. His unconscious body was lifted from the trunk, and brought inside the house. It was a very large space, and the rooms had all been customized with slavery in mind. He was brought into a small room and laid out on a padded bondage table. His driver followed, and fitted a locking steel collar around his neck. Next, wrist and ankle cuffs were cinched on him, then secured with small locks. She carefully collected the keys into a small cloth bag embroidered with his name, and slipped it into her purse. She attached his wrists and ankles to the corners of the table, and then began shaving his genitals. Once he was completely smooth and hairless, she left him there to awaken. --------------------------------- An hour later, he began to stir. His arms and legs moved, only to be stopped by his bondage. He was confused, disoriented. Then, the memory of things began to return. He noticed his nakedness. He felt the steel around his neck. Then he heard her voice. "Welcome back, slave," April said. She was standing beside him, rubbing her hand over his chest. "I'm glad you didn't give Talia any trouble. I really wanted you to make it here." He smiled. "Thank you, Mistress. I'm happy to be with you again too." She looked down into his eyes. "You know this will be hard, right? You're here for 30 days, and I'm going to break you. You won't be the same man when you leave." "I know, Mistress. You're going to put me through hell," he said. "I am. But I'll be waiting for you on the other side," she smiled. He whispered, "I'm scared." She smiled, and walked away. She called out to Talia as she left, "Put him in the kennels." Talia returned and stood over him. "Any trouble from you, and I will punch you in the balls. Understand?" "I'll be good, I promise," he said. She released his cuffs from the table, and grabbed him by the hair, throwing him to the floor. He landed clumsily, but got on all fours instinctively. Talia used two more locks to secure his ankles to his wrists. She snapped a leash to his collar, and said, "heel" as she took off. The slave had no choice but to try his best to keep up. The awkward bondage made it hard, but he scrambled behind her. She led him through the house, and he had glimpses of other slaves, both male and female, being used. He saw women being fucked, men being tortured, slaves of both genders serving their dominants and cleaning the house. She dragged him through a doorway, and he knew they'd reached the kennels. Rows of heavy steel dog cages stretched out. Most were empty, since their occupants were busy elsewhere, but a few still held a slave folded tightly inside them. She led him down a row of cages, stopping at one with an open door. She released the locks holding his wrists to his ankles, then pointed. "Get in, slave. Ass first." He crawled backwards inside the cage. The floor was solid metal, but the walls, door and top were thick metal bars. He'd never escape from this on his own. Once in place, Talia locked his ankles to the outer walls of the cage, spreading his legs open. "Hands behind your back," she demanded. He complied, and she locked his wrist cuffs to the top of the cage. He was now kneeling, bent forward. She then took a steel bar and slid it through the side wall of his cage. It went from right to left, just under his neck. She secured the bar in place, then reached in through the open door to lock his collar to the bar. He was well put down. Satisfied that he was secured, Talia swung the heavy door closed in front of his face. As it came near him, he noticed the dildo attached to the inside of the door. As the door clicked shut, the dildo jutted straight at his mouth. "It's your water supply, slave. Suck on it hard, and you'll get something to drink. It's a skill I suggest you practice. I know the drugs leave you slaves feeling thirsty. Why don't you go ahead and give it a try now?" He hesitated, but thought better of disappointing her. He leaned forward, opening his mouth, and took the rubber cock between his lips. "Good boy!" she cooed. She reached into his cage, and flicked his nipple with her fingernail, rewarding him. "Keep going, suck that thing." He sucked harder, working it. Slowly, he got some drops of water from the cock. He sucked harder, and more came, quenching his thirst. "There you go... You're a natural!" She pinched him hard, then stood up, chuckling. She moved around behind him, and reached through the bars to wrap a leather strap around his balls. She pulled it taut, stretching his balls back, and tied them off to the back of the cage. Now he couldn't move forward at all. She grabbed a metal contraption from a nearby shelf, and began attaching it to the bars of his cage. He couldn't turn around to see what she was doing, but it sounded ominous. The device clamped to the cage bars, and had a circular wheel she turned, which pushed a threaded pole forward into his cage, towards his ass. Once she knew it was set properly, she went back to the shelf, and picked up a small dildo with a "1" on the base. She brought it back, and began attaching it to the pole pointing at his ass. "You will have your ass trained every day you are staying with us. Since you're here for 30 days, April wants you to have a slightly larger plug in your ass each day. I'm getting the first one ready for you now," she helpfully told him. "Hey, that's ok. You don't have to--" His voice broke off when he felt the plug first touch against his asshole. "Yeah, you slaves usually object. Lucky for you, this device takes away your choice in the matter. Here we go..." She turned the wheel, and the plug moved forward slowly, but insistently. Once the plug slipped inside him, she kept turning the wheel, driving it deeper. He tried to squirm, but couldn't move. The rigid steel pole driving the plug in him wouldn't give a millimeter. Talia gave the wheel one more spin, until she knew the plug was 4 inches inside him. "I honestly don't know why you people put yourselves in this position," she said. "But you sure do seem to need it. Don't worry, April has some serious plans for you. You enjoy these cocks, now." He heard the click of her heels as she walked away, leaving him in his kennel. He kept sucking and drinking for a few minutes, then his jaw began to tire. He let the heavy cock fall from his mouth. But it hung right there, ready for more. Minutes passed, and turned into an hour. The position was not painful, but it was getting tiring. He wanted to move and stretch. He wanted to be with her, his Mistress. To feel her touch, and hear her voice. But he could do none of those things. His world had been reduced to only one choice: to suck or not. Either way, he would wait for her until she decided otherwise. Broken Ch. 01 She hated walking alone at night, especially near the dark alleys. The wind gusted in bursts making the night air feel even colder. The sun had set only an hour before but the temperature felt like it was dropping fast. Sarah pulled her long Casmir coat together and tied the belt around her waist. She only had to walk about one more block to reach the comfort of her apartment. The scattered streetlights illuminated the colorful leaves were pasted to the pavement by the rain that fell earlier. The harvest moon was visible now between the trees and buildings. It cast a bright reflection in the water puddles. She looked down as she felt a clump of leaves cover her open toe shoe. Flipping her right foot she kicked the leaves away. Caught off balance she nearly fell when a strong pair of arms suddenly wrapped around her chest and pulled her off her feet. Before she realized what was happening she felt a sharp sting in the side of her neck then a paralyzing feeling in her legs as they failed her. Her entire body went limp. The last thing she saw as she lost consciousness was a blurry vision of a white cargo van with the side door open. Her eyes would not focus when she first opened them. She felt like she was waking up to a bad hangover. The lighting was poor and most of the area was dark. Her head hurt and there was a foul taste in her mouth. She determined that her mouth must be taped over. Her entire body ached as well. She had no idea where she was but it certainly wasn't her home or bed. The odor was strange, perhaps a chemical smell. Nothing looked familiar or home like. There was a distinct industrial feeling to this unfamiliar place. She became aware of her labored breathing. Almost hyperventilating she could feel her nostrils closing with each breath through her nose. It wasn't until she tried to wipe her face and eyes that she realized that her hands were bound behind her back. She could also feel that her legs were bound tightly around the ankles too. She felt sick and hoped that she could avoid vomiting from nausea or fear. Trying to get a bearing on where she was Sarah attempted to calm herself. She listened intently. The gusting wind made whistling sounds and was so overpowering that nothing else could be heard. The boxes beneath her were uncomfortable. She was laying on mostly hard edges that pressed into her body. Her clothing felt intact but she felt cold air where her coat must have opened. She could feel that her shoes remained on her feet. She could not see anything but boxes, paper and garbage piled around her. Not feeling well and resigned to stay put she laid her head back on a cardboard box to think and listen. She was growing colder as she lay helplessly on the trash. Gradually growing louder, the sound of, heavy footsteps echoed through the building. Based on how they seemed to be growing closer she surmised that they were approaching her location. She waited in terror for who would appear. She closed her eyes and remained as still as possible. A large figure appeared from around a corner. She squinted to see him more clearly. He was hunched over, dressed in a heavy jacket with a baseball cap so she couldn't see very much of his face. He had something slung over one shoulder - a woman! Without paying any attention to Sarah he gently dropped the motionless woman onto the pile of boxes about six feet from where Sarah laid. She could see how the woman was bound with tape around her wrists and forearms and a strip of tape across her mouth as well. Noticing that Sarah was now awake he looked down at her and stared into her eyes. "Stay put," he muttered in a deep and intimidating voice. "Yeah, like she was going somewhere with her limbs incapacitated with tape," thought Sarah. The man left as suddenly as he had appeared. With her eyes gaining the ability to focus, Sarah stared at the new arrival. She appeared to be younger, possibly still a teen. She was completely unconscious, breathing in slow, deep breaths. She looked peaceful draped over the boxes with her head tilted back and her mouth wide open. Despite being disheveled, the girl was noticeably pretty. She was dressed in a formal outfit and her makeup was still intact. Her lacey black panties and the tops of her matching stockings were visible where her dress had risen up over her hips. She looked like she was probably at a special occasion of some sort, thought Sarah. Sarah drifted in and out of consciousness and continued to struggle to stay awake. Whatever produced that jolt took every ounce of energy away. She could hear the other woman stirring once in a while but she appeared to be pretty out of it too. Time was hard to judge but it seemed like hours before anyone returned. A garage door could be heard as it opened and a vehicle drove in. She could hear a muted conversation between at least two unseen men. They seemed to be in disagreement about something. Eventually she heard footsteps and two men appeared in front of the bound women. Sarah remained as still as possible and watched them as they approached. One of them shook the other woman. She moaned in response as her body rolled onto her back, still draped over some boxes. It was hard to discern whether she was awake but she didn't move any further. The other man approached Sarah. "Hey, I think this one's awake," he announced to his partner. The second man came over to check and placed his fingers over her eyelid to force it open. He shined a flashlight in her eye, making her squint. "She seems to have come down from the drug. I think they'll want us to bring her in. Give Lee a call and see whether she's ready for this one. Wake up honey," he said slapping her lightly several times on the cheek. "Yea, Dr. Lee says bring her in." Sarah's eyes were now wide open, wondering what came next. The two men lifted her from the scattered boxes with one of them slinging her over his shoulder. The men walked into a room beside the place where she had been laying. It was a factory enclosure that looked like a conference room with a table and maybe half a dozen chairs. A small table with a coffee maker stood in a corner. One man moved a few chairs while the other laid her on the table, and rolled her onto her back. She was terrified being here with these two strange men. Her shoulders ached now from her arms being held so tightly behind her back. She was unable to find a comfortable position. Her arms ached beneath her body on the hard table. The door to the room swiftly opened. A sharply dressed woman in a suit stepped in with an obvious air of authority. She looked at Sarah lying helplessly on the table. "Is this the one from Kenwood?" she asked. "Yes Doctor Lee, that's where we captured this one anyway." "Good, she looks promising. Welcome to your new world of slavery," the doctor announced, looking directly into Sarah's eyes. You will get some training first but do you think you are ready to do as you are told or will you need some additional persuasion? Sarah was taken back and didn't know exactly what to think about all this new information. She couldn't reply anyway and maybe that was a good thing. The doctor stroked Sarah's right breast and felt its firmness between her thumb and fingers. "I'm sure you will bring a good price. If you're lucky you may even be purchased by a gentle master. Of course we never know what happens after the sale. It's simply a matter of the highest bidder. You know how it is, business first." One of the men ripped the duct tape from Sarah's mouth with a single, quick motion. "No!" she retorted. "Take her to the room," Dr. Lee ordered without hesitation. "She obviously needs a little training. As you are about to discover Sarah, I can persuade you to do as I say without getting physical. Whipping and beating tends to damage the merchandise and reduce your value. Emotional torture can be far more effective and sinister than any physical abuse. The effects last longer too." She turned to the men, "Free her arms and legs so she can walk under her own power. I will get her undressed shortly." One of them pulled out his knife and flicked it open. He cut the tape between her ankles and ripped it off her ankles. He removed the tape from her arms and wrists in the same manner. The two men lifted her under her arms near her shoulders and took her away, struggling and screaming. They took her to the end of the hall where a steel door stood cracked open. She was brought inside the room and dumped unceremoniously on the floor. Bracing for a hard landing she was surprised that the floor was not the cold, hard concrete she anticipated. Sarah immediately noticed the padding beneath her outstretched body where she landed. The brightness in the room hurt her eyes and she squinted to stand the intense lighting. Everything was brilliant white which made it impossible to see anything at first. As her eyes adjusted she began t pick out detail. The walls and floor were covered with some sort of white padded panels as well. They appeared to be for sound deadening as her objections sounded muted once inside the room. The ceiling was covered with bright bulbs behind clear textured plastic panels. She estimated the room to be roughly the size of a small bedroom with the ceiling as tall as the room was wide - possibly twelve feet. The door closed with a solid thud. The silence felt unnatural it was so quiet. She realized that she was alone. The anechoic effect of the panels was unnatural and made it feel as though sound was being sucked out of her ears. She walked the perimeter of the room, noticing the absence of any features other than some speakers and cameras, mounted high near the ceiling. Closer inspection revealed some "D" rings fastened to the wall and floor between the padding. She was so preoccupied with studying the unusual room that she didn't notice that a woman had entered and was approaching her. "Hello Sarah," the woman began. "I am Dr. Lee." She extended her hand. "You're going to stay in here for a while. Consider your time here as an attitude adjustment. First I want you to strip down to nothing and place all your clothing and jewelry into this plastic bag." The doctor produced a garbage bag that was sandwiched between her notebook and a folder and handed it to Sarah. "If you have any thoughts of resisting the orders I just gave you, I can bring the two large gentlemen back to make it happen but I don't think you'd like their technique." Sarah thought for a moment and it was clear that there was no point in resisting. She would have to wait for a better opportunity to escape from this place. She reluctantly began to remove her jewelry. She took her time and methodically removed one item at a time. When there was no more jewelry to remove she had to begin to undress. She removed her shoes and stockings first but then had to move on to things like her blouse and jeans. Sarah avoided eye contact with the woman who stood by watching impatiently. Sarah continued to look around the room to see what else she may have missed. Her eyes had adjusted somewhat to the light. She was expecting the woman to say something about her slow pace but criticism never came. . No one else had entered by the time she finished undressing. She held out the clothing bag to the doctor. The woman practically ripped the bag from her hand then proceeded out the door. The door was closed again as she departed leaving Sarah completely alone. She though about the cameras and wondered who if anyone was watching. She felt very self-conscious standing naked in the bright lights. She folded her arms over her breasts and crouched down to cover her vagina. "Stand up and place your arms at your side please," a thunderous voice boomed over the speakers. They WERE watching her! She immediately stood and unfolded her arms to avoid any further admonishment. After standing nervously for what seemed like ten to fifteen minutes, nothing happened. Sarah looked around but all she could see were the bright lights gleaming from the white walls and floor. She was beginning to feel cold. She rubbed her arms with her hands to warm up. She could feel the texture of goose bumps on her skin. She decided to sit and lean against the padded wall... At least the padding on the floor was better than bare concrete. She sat against the wall opposite the door so she could watch for new visitors. The vinyl or whatever the material was felt cooler than the air. She leaned her head back against the padding and closed her eyes. A siren suddenly sounded with ear-shattering volume. She brought her hands to her ears to muffle the sound. The noise stopped. "You are not to sleep unless ordered to," a woman's voice boomed into the room, through the speakers. "Get up onto your feet and step away from the walls." Sarah was already exhausted. She had no idea how long this would last but she wearily brought herself to her feet. It hurt the muscles in her calves to stand on the padded floor which only increased her fatigue. She spread her feet a bit to create a more stable stance. Tired from standing she walked around the room a bit glancing up at the cameras to see whether she could find a blind spot. It didn't appear so. She did a quick deep knee bend to stretch her weary muscles. She knew that it was just after noon when she was first brought into the room. She guessed that it must be about mid-afternoon. It was impossible to judge the time of day from only the artificial light and she wondered how she would keep track of time. She started counting in her mind but quickly realized that counting was a ridiculous idea. Was she already starting to become delusional? Besides, it made the time really seem to crawl. She just wanted to collapse and sleep. Her entire body ached. The cold was intolerable. She had to go to the bathroom so badly. It felt like she had been in that torture chamber for many hours already. She hadn't heard a sound since the siren. The room was too quiet. It absorbed any sound that she made. She whistled just to hear a sound. It was amazing how muted it sounded. Her internal body clock was telling her it was time to eat and sleep. She was also very thirsty. Intent on beating this game she thought things through. A drink now would just make the need to pee even worse. The door opened just a small amount and someone placed a plastic bucket and bottle of water just inside the doorway before closing it again. She felt self-conscious about eyes peering at her at all times. She understood immediately for what the bucket was intended. She walked over to use it. She had lost all sense of modesty by then anyway. The door opened again. This time an unseen person laid down a paper plate with a cold beef and cheese sandwich and more water. The door closed before she could even see through the opening. Taking the sandwich in hand she took a bite. It was so delicious that she devoured it in a minute then washed it down with the bottle of water. "Bedtime," boomed at a loud volume over the speaker. A woolen blanket was tossed into the room then the lights went out. Sarah didn't need to be told twice to take the blanket and lay down. She fell asleep immediately. "We'll let her sleep for a couple of hours before we wake her," the doctor said in the control room. "I want to create the illusion of seven days for her over the next three. That's seventy-two hours so we'll give her two-hour nights and eight hour days. She'll get so exhausted that she'll fall into a deep sleep immediately and won't even be able to figure out how short her nights are. Once we get her fatigued and confused she'll be easy to break. It's all a part of slave training. Get into their head and control them. Make things that they would never do under ordinary circumstances seem like a good choice." "Brrrrap...Brrrrap...Brrrrap," the raspy alarm wailed over the speakers. She awakened immediately. The lights were on. She felt so tired. She wondered how long they had let her sleep. A young woman entered the room and took the blanket. She left a protein bar on the floor along with a bottle of orange juice. "Get up now or it will be bad, the girl whispered as she slipped out of the door and closed it again. Sarah thought it best to follow her advice so she took the bar and juice and arose stiffly to her feet by rolling onto her knees then standing. She felt a little rested but she desperately wanted more sleep. Not hearing anything else, Sarah peeled the bar open and hungrily wolfed it down with the orange juice. She visited the bucket again but she was already starting to feel dirty and in need of a bath or shower. Her hair was tangled and oily. She really wanted to use a hair brush. Sarah tried in vain to straighten it by running her fingers through her hair. The young girl returned. "They want to see you now. Follow me and don't try anything." The girl held a tazer in her hand but Sarah wondered if she knew how to use it. Sarah followed out of the room where she was taken to a bathroom that seemed pretty standard for any home. "You can shower and brush your teeth here. You have ten minutes," the girl said in a soft urgent voice. Sarah welcomed the chance to clean herself and stepped right into the shower. With little time to spare she stepped back over to the counter and grabbed the toothbrush too so she could linger in the shower as long as possible. The hot water felt invigorating and she enjoyed the brief respite. Not too sure of the time she got out when she expected was getting near the time limit and toweled off with what she had been given. She caught her reflection in the steamed up mirror. Wiping the surface with the towel, she saw that she looked terrible! Her eyes especially looked so tired. She made herself as presentable as possible in front of the mirror. She still had only her fingers with which to comb her hair. She recognized that woman from before, Dr. Lee entered the steamy bath room, accompanied by the girl. "Did you get a good night's sleep?" she inquired. "Yes, Ma'am," Sarah replied, not wanting to complain about anything. "Get on the scale. We want to keep you healthy." The girl pulled a scale from under the sink and laid it in front of Sarah. Sarah stepped on, curious how much weight she had lost. Dr. Lee produced a measuring tape from her pocket. She wrapped the tape around Sarah's waist and looked at the measurement. "I get twenty-nine inches," she remarked. Let's take her down a couple to twenty-seven today." A few more key measurements were taken and written on a pad of paper. Dr. Lee gave the pad to her assistant and sent her off to get something. The young woman returned with a folded black garment with many thick laces that Sarah recognized as a corset. Taking a bottle of baby powder, Dr. Lee sprinkled a liberal amount over Sarah's belly. "Turn around," she ordered. The same was done to her back side. "Now let's get you hooked up and laced in," she continued. The two women wrapped the side with the laces around Sarah's back and pulled the hooks together in front. The corset rested just beneath her breasts and ended just above her groin. It already felt very stiff and confining. It seemed to be reinforced with a stiff boning material. Dr. Lee produced pliers and twisted the hooks in front, making them impossible to unhook without a tool. "Let's take her to the exam room to lay her out for lacing," Dr. Lee decided. They led her into a different room that looked more medical in nature with an examination table. "Bend over the table," she was ordered. Sarah rested her upper body on the table and the girl took her arms and brought them onto the table's surface, above Sarah's head. The two women pulled, adjusted and re-tightened the laces several times before they were satisfied. Sarah lay helplessly as her torso was squeezed tighter than it had even been before. She could even feel her rib cage being stressed. Broken Ch. 01 "Stand up." The doctor took another measurement around her waist. The tape measured just over 27 inches. "That will do for now. We'll tighten the laces a bit more tomorrow. You still have a long day ahead of you," the Doctor told her. "I have some work for you. No one gets off just lounging around all day. Come with me." It felt strange to walk with the garment. It changed her posture and limited her movements in her trunk. The corset was not as uncomfortable as she expected but it felt very tight and stiff, especially against her ribs. Her stomach felt like it was being squeezed so hard that her organs were still moving around. She was glad she hadn't eaten much over the past few days. The edges rubbed against the bottom of her breasts as she walked. Sarah hoped that it wouldn't chafe her skin. They walked through several rooms before arriving in a somewhat larger room. At least two other women were busy at tables using precision scales. Sarah noticed the white powder and realized what other business was run from this place. She was brought to an empty chair. "Sit here. I'll get somebody to show you what to do." Another woman was brought to the table from somewhere. "This is Sarah. She'll be helping out now." Show her what to do," Dr. Lee told the woman who seemed to have some authority. Without another word the woman began to instruct Sarah on what she would be doing to fill the small bags with exactly the right amount. When Sarah looked up, the doctor and her assistant were gone. Sitting in the chair made the corset even tighter where she bent at the waist. She fidgeted trying to get comfortable. "Pay attention!" the woman suddenly shouted at her. Sarah reluctantly listened and began filling the bags as ordered. It was mindless work but at least it was better than staring at white padded walls and standing on her feet all day. The time must have flown by quicker than she expected because before she knew it, the young girl was there to lead he back to the padded room. This time she handed Sarah some yogurt and a banana along with the usual bottle of water. "Eat it up," she said. Lights out in fifteen minutes." After Sarah entered the padded room a blanket was tossed in and the door closed. The bright lights still hurt her eyes. She was famished and wasted no time in eating "supper. She put the banana peel and spoon into the yogurt container and placed it by the door. She wrapped the blanket around her body and lay down just as the light went out. She was ready for a good night's sleep. The corset had stretched just enough to give her some breathing room. She felt comfortable with the added layer of clothing to ward off the chill. Sleep came quickly. "Brrrrap...Brrrrap...Brrrrap," the raspy alarm wailed over the speakers again. Sarah woke with a lurch. Morning already? She rolled over, still wrapped in the blanket. The door opened and the young girl demanded the blanket. She handed another protein bar and bottle of orange juice to Sarah and disappeared out of the room again. Sarah remained sitting and ate her breakfast. She stretched, noticing how much less uncomfortable the corset felt. The corset was probably re-shaping her body but she must also be losing weight she thought to herself. She stood before anyone had the chance to yell at her. She adjusted the garment to straighten the top beneath her breasts and to pull the bottom down. "I see that you're fitting better into your corset already today," Dr. Lee said. Sarah literally jumped when she heard the voice. The doctor had come into the room completely undetected by her. She stood still waiting for what would be said next. "Today I want you to do some cleaning for me," she was instructed. "I need someone to mop and clean out procedure room. That would be you." Sarah was led out of the room and brought to another room with a closed door. Dr. Lee punched a code into the door lock and opened it. Sarah anxiously looked around as she entered the room. There were many privacy screens arranged all about making it hard to see what was in the room. She could smell that it had the odor of a doctor's office or hospital - something medical and antiseptic. "The mop, sponges and buckets are over there by the sink and drain, I want you to dump all of the trash baskets into that big garbage container and mop and clean this entire room. You can move things but be very careful...and don't mess with anything! Sarah walked over to the mop bucket and saw the equipment that she'd need. She decided to start with the trash because it would need to be moved anyway. She looked up and saw the ever-present cameras in the room. "I'm going to lock you in here when I leave. I'll be back in about three to four hours. You better get busy," the doctor instructed. We'll adjust your corset when you finish." Sarah wasn't too excited abut the work but again, it was better than standing in the padded room. She started walking around looking for the waste baskets. Beyond the first room divider she saw a conventional medical examination table. To her horror, there was a considerable amount of blood on the table and the surrounding floor. A chill ran up her spine wondering what had taken place there. She went back to the supply cabinet and found some rubber gloves, a bucket and a sponge. She cleaned the mess as quickly as possible. She changed the water frequently to help her avoid gagging. Her stomach didn't feel too well. The time passed quickly as there was a lot more to cleaning the room than she had anticipated. A subordinate of Dr. Lee's came to tell Sarah that it was time to return to her chamber. All of that cleaning was more physical exertion than she had expected. She was famished and her head felt light from a lack of calories. Between all the flexing of the garment and her sweating and burning fat, Sarah could feel the corset was not as tight anymore. The girl brought Sarah back to the padded chamber and left her. Shortly thereafter, Dr. Lee entered and examined at Sarah who was standing wearily in the center of the room. The doctor pinched and probed her body and pulled on the garment. "I see that you need an adjustment," the doctor final declared. "I'll have them get you a shower and then we'll also clean this thing before we snug it back up. Let's see how you're doing once we get this off of you." Dr. Lee left the room and within a few minutes her helper was back. "I'm supposed to take you to the shower and get your corset cleaned," the young girl said. "Follow me." Sarah followed without saying a word. She was getting used to the drill and that worried her. "What am I becoming?" She thought to herself. When they got to the shower, the girl held out a tool that looked like a pliers. "Stand up against the wall so that I may unfasten the hooks," she said. Sarah did as she was told. The girl was not very adept with the tool and pinched Sarah's belly as she fumbled to unbend the clasp. "Oww, you clumsy bitch," she heard herself say as the words just came out of her mouth. The girl was taken back and stopped what she was doing for a moment. She then returned to working on the clips without saying anything but she was obviously shaken. Sarah felt bad for snapping at the poor girl who was probably just another captive herself. What was becoming of her? She was tired and irritable and couldn't take this routine much longer. She considered just walking away but she knew the girl had that taser in a holster. Besides, Sarah had very little knowledge of how to get out of the place. The girl eventually got the hang of opening the hooks and helped to remove the corset. Sarah stepped into the shower to try to gain her composure and wash the filth of this place from her body. She felt like crying for the first time since she had been brought here. She knew that she was losing her resolve. The shower was monitored, of course. The water suddenly turned from warm to ice cold making her shut the faucet off immediately. Sarah could see that Dr. Lee was in the bath along with her assistant. She opened the shower door and peered out. The young girl handed her a towel. "You have just a little more time with us before we move on with your training," Dr. Lee said. "Please don't get yourself in trouble now." Sarah was embarrassed. Somehow her blow-up had gotten back to the doctor. She avoided eye contact as she dried herself. The doctor had her tape measure ready and held it to Sarah's waist. "Arms up so we can check your progress." Sarah lifted her arms above her head. Dr. Lee wrapped the measuring tape around Sarah's waist and read the number silently. "Come with us to the next room to adjust your corset. We're making good progress. You're down to twenty eight without the garment. We'll squeeze you down to twenty-six in the morning. I'm sure the corset is still drying . Take her back for the night. She can sleep without it for one night." They all left together and brought Sarah back to the padded room. A sandwich with a small bottle of milk was waiting there for her. "Eat up and lights go out in ten," the doctor informed Sarah as she left her alone. "I think she's ready to break at any moment," Dr Lee said proudly to the others in the control room. One or two more of these short days and she'll crack. Just keep a close eye on her. Be ready for some excitement soon." Sarah was almost too exhausted to eat but she knew she needed the nourishment so she forced everything down just in time to get the blanket and wrap herself for the night. The morning came way too soon as she was once again awakened by that awful raspy buzzer. "I don't know how much more I can stand," she thought to herself as she stood naked in the center of the room waiting for the day to begin again. Sarah was not able to present her usual strong front anymore. She ate breakfast and waited for that shy girl to come for her. When she was told to follow she joined the young girl and found herself sizing her up, trying to decide how to overtake the smaller person. Sarah grabbed the taser out of the holster and held it in a threatening manner against the girl's side. "Take me out of here," she demanded. The girl was frightened but didn't know what to do either. She knew there was no way she could let Sarah get away. She walked slowly down the hall hoping that someone would come to her rescue soon. A man appeared from around the first corner and forcefully took Sarah down. Sarah tried to pull the trigger on the taser but the safety was still set to the locked position. The man quickly locked his arm around her neck in a choke hold, stopping any threat. Dr. Lee came running. "Sarah! What have you done?" She asked with a stern look on her face. "You know that there will be consequences. Take her to the chamber at once!" The doctor turned to the young girl, "There will be consequences for you too! Go to your room and stay there until I send for you!" Sarah was angry, confused, scared and unable to cope. Tears were streaming down her cheeks. She didn't even try to stop them. She wanted to just disappear into nothingness. She was beat. She had reached her limit. They could kill her for all she cared. She couldn't go on like this. Dr. Lee smiled, "I think we just broke her. I think it's time to find her a master."