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The Breaking

By: JesterG



I remember the great start to that morning, ATM card didn't work. I should have gotten my own checking account by then, but I hadn't had any problems really. See, I met Jenifer when I first moved here, six months ago, and she allowed me to move in with her as a Bunkie. One thing led to another and we became close and started dating. We were like best friends, I mean I was new to the area and Jen would introduce me to her friends and we'd go to their parties, it was cool. Plus, she'd help me with shit all the time. Like when she filled out my direct deposit information for my paycheck. True, she mistakenly put her account number and all my money was going into her old checking account, but it hadn't hurt anything she gave me her ATM card and I had full access, until that morning. Anyway, Jen was awesome and we shared everything, well almost, there was a side to Jenifer that I had no idea about. 

I just went to work figuring I'd stop by the house later to see if Jen could fix the ATM thing. Oddly enough I work for Jenifer's father, she did not know about it before we became roommates, weird how some things just fall into place. At noon I met a client for lunch, I used what little cash I had and even borrowed a few bucks from one of my co-workers, embarrassing, but I couldn't get out of the office to get home. Afterwards, it was now 2:30, I decided to swing by the house and let Jenifer know that the ATM card wasn't working. I was going to even suggest that we change banks...ha ha. Little did I know...

I pull into the drive and see a truck and remember that Jen had called in a guy to give her an estimate on some remodeling she wanted to do. It was a handyman from a neighboring town. No one I knew, but she said she went to high school with him and known him all her life. I let myself in and go upstairs calling for her. I get to the top of the stairs and this black guy, completely naked just steps out of the bathroom. He was about 3 inches taller than I, I'm 6 even, he wasn't overly muscled bound, but you could tell he spent a lot of time toning up his body. I could see he wasn't cheated in the man hood department, well formed and cut. Like it matters, but then he was naked. Jenifer came out of the bedroom in a robe breaking my moment of shock. 

"What the hell!" I exclaimed. 

The black guy just said "Hey, I didn't know she was involved with anyone, guy. She never said a word!" He seemed rather apologetic and Jen was still tying off her robe, red silk, very sexy. 

I was trying to recover and be strong so I said "Dude, you should get the fuck outta here!" I added a "Jesus Jen..." 

She cut me off. "Wait a minute, you can not throw out Jeff; this is my house" she said. "You got some nerve Joe" 

I stammered "Look, I thought we were exclusive, geez Jen." 

She turned totally cold on me and said "Maybe you should leave"

I suddenly remember why I had come home early "Look, I stopped by because the ATM card isn't working, I can't get to my money." 

Jen smiled, "I know, I turned it off. You should go, me and Jeffrey got things to do." 

Then Jeff pipes in "Maybe I should go, you two obviously have an issue here." 

"You don't have to go anywhere Jeff this guy don't own me and I will not be pushed around, wait until he finds out I drained the account..." She laughs. I looked at her like you're kidding and ran down stairs to the kitchen and grabbed my laptop and went out the front door. I sat in my car and looked up the bank account. Sure enough everything was gone and I had nothing. On top of that, all my stuff was in the house. I was in a dilemma. On one hand, I could just start the car and get the hell out of there, but everything I owned was in the house, plus she took every cent I had, where was I going to go?

I got out of the car and went up to the door; I could see her and "Jeff" standing inside peering out the window. I tried the door, naturally it was locked. I knocked softly. 

"What do you want?" Jen sneered. 

"Look Jenifer, all my stuff is in there, I don't have any money, I just wanna get a few things and I'd really like my money so I can find a place." I say as nice as possible. I was fuming, but knew I was beaten. She really had me over a barrel. 

"First off, you have no right to speak to my guest like you did; secondly, this is all mine and I can do what I want with it! But, I understand your predicament, so if you apologize, I'll let you back in." 

I was aghast. Why should I apologize because she couldn't keep it in her pants? So the guy was attractive, big deal. I wasn't so bad, I stayed in average shape, played ball when I could and ran for fitness. I was pretty good in the sack, too and I wasn't small by any means, he was bigger, but not by too much. 

"Look, I'm sorry for losing my temper, but I never expected this." I say. 

"That's not very convincing and you are deflecting, joey, now try to be more convincing or you stay out!" Jen knew she had me. 

"Ok, ok, I'm sorry for losing my temper; may I please come in to get my things?" I tried to beg. 

"Not bad, take your pants off and get on your knees, I don't want you trying something stupid" She ordered. 

"Please Jen, my pants??? I'm not going to do anything stupid" 

"Take them off or forget it, you've already displayed anger and I don't want any funny business...underpants too, maybe you'll learn to quit arguing." 

I could tell she meant it and I really needed to get back inside, I had a stash of cash I kept for emergencies. I take my pants and underwear off and fold them neatly, 

"Now request to enter my home, joey" 

"Please Jen, may I come in" it came out so natural it startled me. 

She opened the door and I start to get up with my clothes in my hand. "Uh huh, leave the clothes and stay on your knees." She demanded. I do as she says and knee walked my way in, I felt like such a fool, I was also getting an erection from the nakedness. She closes the door behind me and locks it, I was trying to think why she'd do this and I look at Jeff who's just wearing his bikini cut underwear, he bulged in it. Why I even thought of that I can't explain. 

"You like the way you are, joey?" Jen asked me looking at my semi erect penis. 

"No" I said, "it's just the nakedness" 

"Hmph, I bet." She responded with a little laugh. 

"Can I get my things now Jen, Please!" "Impatient...I think you better apologize to Jeff, he's quite stunned by your behavior, you were very impolite to him earlier." 

"Please Jen, I was shocked, I didn't know you had taken another man, I'll gladly leave, just let me get my things and give me my money, please..." 

"Joey, I've been nice up to this point, quit acting like a little bitch and apologize to Jeff or you can go!" 

I couldn't believe what I was hearing, I mean she was fucking the guy and I was innocent here. I also knew I had no where to go with out money and my things. I took a deep breath and looked up at him, I swallowed, "Jeff, sorry for my behavior earlier." I said, very aware that my dick grew a little. 

Jen walks up to Jeff and whispers in his ear loud enough for me to hear "I told you, he likes it" she smiled. "I don't think Jeff is convinced, bitch, maybe you should be a little more polite, you know address him like a man." 

I sighed, taken aback by being called bitch, but figuring this should be it, I say this and she'll let me out of this. "Sir, please forgive me for being rude earlier, it's inexcusable and I regret it." 

"Well done" Jen says, while Jeff smirks at me, "You like kneeling before me don't you?" 

"Excuse me?" I say and realize I am completely erect now; Jen sees me looking at myself and starts laughing, 

"Oh my God, he's hot for you, Jeff! Looks like you got yourself an admirer!" They both laugh adding to my humility, I hung my head.

"Awwww, don't be ashamed, Jeff is hot, I don't blame you for getting hard, bitch." She laughs. "Now, your things...what are willing to do for your things...oh and don't forget Daddy, if he finds out about you cheating on me, you could lose your job! You're fucked!" Jenifer had thought this out and I never saw it coming. 

I was devastated. I mean how does someone plan something like this for six months, or did she just think of it. I had no idea and it really didn't matter. I couldn't lose my job. I mean, I moved here for a reason, I was at the end of my rope and her father had taken a chance on me. I was doing well too, that's the thing. I didn't want to lose my job either. "You cheated on me!" I said.

She slapped me across the face, "Maybe you should just leave then, I'll call Daddy and let him know you are coming back to work and how you've treated his daughter." 

"Ok ok, Jenifer, I'm sorry, I can't lose my job, seriously. I'm sorry."

Jenifer smiled, a sinister smile, but a smile. "How sorry are you? I mean, not only did you interrupt me, you interrupted Jeff. He's not leaving here with blue balls, bitch." I did not comprehend this...at first. But the deafening silence gave me time to think it out. 

"Wait a minute Jen, I'm no fag, you know that. You can't expect me to...well whatever you're thinking, I can't do that!" I pleaded. 

"Whoa, you really know what I'm thinking? I was just suggesting that you, well, take care of him. I mean I'm not doing THAT. You already know I don't do that." Jen replies. 

I just shake my head no. I couldn't even speak. "So, you want Jeff to do anal to you? You really are gay. I knew it." She says. 

"Jenifer, please, you know I am not into that. Don't force me to do that. Seriously, I don't know what I did to you, but I am really sorry. You can have what ever you want and you know it. Please not that." 

"Ok, ok, you gonna cry, bitch? Is that it? Tell you what; all you have to do is kiss it. But you have to ask nicely. And I'll let you have your things and you can go. All right?" 

"Jen...please, just let me leave..." 

"No, you have to do this one thing, it's not much and Jeff will know how sorry you are and I'll be happy to give you what you want and you can go." She seemed very convincing and I could tell she wasn't budging. Plus, by this time I was so hard from the humiliation that I was sure I was going to burst. 

She even pointed it out saying "I think you are definitely interested in Jeff by the looks of things." 

I mumbled something about being naked still, but I don't think anyone was buying it. 

Jeff just stood there, like Adonis. The guy was cut. 

"Ask him, bitch!" Jen was really into this. 

I blurt out "Can I kiss it?" 

And Jen really got irritated, "Not like that!" She slapped me again. 

I was stunned, she never hit me before today and it really got my attention. I never expected it. 

"Sir, may I kiss your pee...dick, please?" I asked, a little disgusted but proud I didn't follow through with saying penis, again. 

Jeff just smiled, "Go ahead, bitch." Ugh, him too...I leaned forward and kiss the front of his underwear, hoping this was the end. 

"Ha ha, you two are really funny, does that do it for you, Jeff?" Jen asks. 

"Hell no, I don't know what the bitch is thinking. He asked I said yes. I didn't say he could kiss my underwear." With that Jeff pulls down his underwear letting loose his black dick. He step right up to my face letting it hang between my eyes. 

"My word! Look how hard he is Jeff, he loves that thing!" Jen said adding to my humiliation. I tried not to look at it, but it was really taking up all the space in front of my eyes. I heard the shutter of a camera and snapped my head to see Jenifer snapping photos. "Guys at your work are going to love these, joey. You and your new friend are very photogenic" She giggled.

"Jen! Please..." 

"Shut up, bitch, and beg to kiss Jeff's dick!" I started begging, I still don't know what came over me, maybe the threat of blackmail or whatever, but I begged. 

"Please Sir, let me kiss your dick, please." 

"Is that all you wanna do, bitch, just kiss it?" He was definitely enjoying this. "I can tell you wanna do more, look at that puny dick of your's" Now, my dick is not puny, but he was bigger. 

I was also hard as a rock and totally fixated. "No Sir, I wanna suck on it" I said. 

Jen was like "I knew it, I knew he was a cocksucker! Suck him off, bitch! Suck your Master's big black dick!" 

I couldn't believe what had happened and I didn't wait to think it out. I took Jeff in my mouth and start sucking his black cock for all I was worth. 

Jeff grabbed my head and started to guide my mouth around his cock directing me on how to please him. Jen was still calling me a cocksucker and telling me how I was now Jeff's bitch. I was still so hard from all of this that I didn't care. She started barking commands like lick his balls and stuff, adding bitch to every sentence. I am not going to lie; I was very aroused and heeded every word. I mean I didn't have a choice here, but it wasn't so awful and at least I didn't get anally raped. 

At one point Jen started asking "Do you want your Master to cum in your mouth, bitch?" At this time Jeff had both hands on my head face fucking me, I couldn't even answer, but I tried to say no and all that came out was mmmmph mmph. Jen laughed her ass off. 

Jeff pulled out and said "Do you want me to, bitch?" I looked up at him while he was rubbing his dick across my face. 

"No Sir, please don't" I said. 

He was like "Ok, no problem", as he stuffed his black cock back in my mouth. His pace had quickened, too. I could feel that monster swelling in my mouth. He grabbed my hands and placed them on his ass and grabbed my head again yanking me into him. Ordinarily, I would have gagged I'd think, but for some reason he just slid into my throat, with my hands on his ass I could feel him clinch. His dick spasmed in my mouth as he unloaded. Jenifer was near tears with laughter, but still taking pics and saying evil stuff, like "swallow it bitch!" Jeff didn't let go of my head until he knew I had. 

"There," he pulled out, "good job, bitch." 

My head just hung in shame (guys lie), I didn't know what to say or do. I mean, I had just sucked another man's dick, I was beside myself, but leave it to Jenifer...

"Hey bitch, thank your Master for allowing you to suck his cock, sheesh, do I have to tell you everything?" she said, waving the camera in face. 

I knew what that meant, but Master, did I really have to call him Master? I didn't take any chances, "Thank you Master for allowing me to suck your cock, Sir." 

"No problem, bitch, you'll be better next time." He grabbed his dick and slapped me in the face with it. 

"Now clean it up, bitch" Jenifer demanded.

The Breaking



The deep brown hues of her eyes glittered with the threat of tears that needed to spill. Her cheeks were pink with frustration at the inability to release them and she was at her wits end. Rubbing her aching palms she tried to get the phantom pain to release itself, but she knew better, it wasn't anything physical, but mental - emotional really. Pain rose in her chest, mixed with that horrible chest squeezing need to release her tears, fears, anger, frustration, happiness, every single emotion that swirled inside of her. It had been an achingly long few months. Days had passed by with such ups and downs that her mental and emotional state was at its most fragile state. Glass couldn't compare to the fragility, it was more like spun sugar. 

Hours passed as she sat in bed, hugging her knees to her chest, the crying just at the brink within her grasp but no matter what she said to herself, thought about, or did, she couldn't cry. The dam was refusing to break and it just taunted her by letting just two tears fall. She screamed with frustration, over and over into the pillow until she felt exhausted. It wasn't what she needed, but it was a release to tide her over. Lying down, she drifted off to sleep, arms clasped around the pillow tightly. 

Hours passed that she slept, not hearing her Master's car pull into the driveway, or the clicking of the keys in the door, and she did not hear him calling out to her. Worried footsteps clattered down the hallway, door after door being open and shut as he sought her out until he finally found her, in their bed, curled up in such a small ball, tightly hugging that pillow and unconscious. With a creasing frown to his forehead he approached her, reaching a hand out to rub along her back. It was damp with sweat, maybe from nightmares or being too hot but he just simple wrapped his arms under her, lifting her up and shifted till she was asleep in his arms. Pressing adoring kisses to her temple, he inhaled the sweet scent of green apples in her hair from that shampoo she rarely used. It was a switch from strawberries and he was pleasantly surprised, but he knew what that meant. She never switched shampoo's. Never changed the fresh and sweet strawberry scent from her body unless she was collapsing. 

Anguish filled his belly at the thought his little girl, his pet, his girl was hurting and so deeply. It had taken her so much courage to try to explain to him so many nights ago about her need for what some called "maintenance scenes." A scene that would push her past her limits, and help break the damn inside. Whether she needed to scream, cry, laugh - it would help her get there. He squeezed her tightly in his arms, nesting his face against her neck and with a tender tone he spoke to her. "Kitten, wake up. Master is home." 

Fingers brushed the onyx coloured strands of her hair away from her porcelain skin, and softly she began to stir. Instead of the bubbly, happy little girl he knew and loved, the one who as soon as she saw her Master would light up like a Christmas Tree, she was lethargic, barely aware and not herself. Instead of warmth in her eyes, it was nothing but pain and distance. Even her voice when she spoke those words usually filled with such love sounded dull and broken, "Welcome home Master." 

His heart broke, cracking right in half at the sight. Anger flared for a moment, why hadn't she told him just how bad it had gotten? Why didn't she tell him how much she was hurting. Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and shook his head. She had a hard time telling him these things about herself, and he knew that and had always extended her patience. He pushed his nose to hers and rubbed softly, and his fingers stroked her lower back in soothing circles. "Not feeling yourself I see. Did you eat today?" His eyes lingered over the bed, noticing a few random wrappers of unhealthy junk and a cup still filled to the top of probably juice or water. She shrugged. Neither confirming nor denying, just...there. 

A squeeze was all he could give her before he leaned up, sliding his body off of the bed and he carried her down the hallway and into the living room sitting her on the couch. Her arms were wrapped around that pillow still, so tightly as she watched him. He moved about with a slightly quicker pace than normal, searching for things here and there and soon he was pulling a chair to the middle of the room. It was simple, and standing by it he pointed. "Kneel in front, arms up on the seat and put your hips out." 

She frowned for a second, the distaste for play at the moment was clearly etched on her face, but instead of protesting, instead of using her safe-word, she pushed herself off the couch and moved to the dreaded chair. She threw the pillow to the floor, her slight attitude apparent as it just flopped down. Kneeling on it she put her arms on the seat of the chair crossed, and she rested her forehead on them. Her hips were out, and tilted up. 

This was her position for punishment spanks, the hardest he gave her and reserved for when she did something wrong. Guilt was spreading inside of her. She knew she should of set an alarm as she always did, so she could of been waiting for him when he came home, but once the depression lulled her to sleep, it was hard to get out. 

He moved behind her, and with tender motions of his fingers he slowly pulled down the little panties she wore. They weren't anything cute, just boring stripes of red, yellow, white, blue and pink, but as usual she looked great in them and it made him smile a little bit, but he pushed it away. He had to help her, and using the only thing he knew that could he let his fingers and palm run over her skin. "Kitten, you didn't do anything wrong. I am not upset you weren't at the door waiting for me today, because I understand. Now, I'm going to ask you once, are you ok with going to subspace today? Because I'm going to break you."

His words were not dominating, they were nothing but utter love and care, and so soft. Her eyes opened wide at the realization he was using what she had told him that night that they sat in bed, her chewing her lip with anxiety at telling him, the only person who knew how detrimental those spanks were to helping her. Those scenes. The ones that made the dam of emotions break apart, to let every single ounce of pain, happiness, anguish, and more free. 

She nodded quickly, her heart which had felt so dead and just not functioning, skipped once. Someone listened, for the first time, someone had really really listened. Closing her eyes she waited. 

He smiled a bit, she wasn't ready to talk and that was ok. He would extend patience, kindness and whatever else she needed from him - always. When finally her panties were slid to her knees he simply sat down next to her, wrapped an arm under her hips and rubbed the tender flesh, placing gentle soft kisses here and there. "I love you." With that, his hand came crashing against her skin and the slow process of breaking her began. Every single crash of his hand, was echoed by a soft whimper. Every ten or so became harder until he was at the point he knew she couldn't normally take. 

She was shaking, her hands clenched so tightly she might have dug her nails into her palms, but she was lucky and had cut them the day before. SMACK! SMACK! Every single blow brought her closer and closer to crying as the pain threshold that was already so low, gave way. 

And she broke. Tears filled her eyes, spilling down her cheeks as gut wrenching sobs left her lips. Months of pain, so much pain left her in those tears. Her body shook for him as her emotions flowed out, all the negativity that had settled in her bones was emptying itself from her and she just sobbed. "I...love you too." Her words were choked, almost forced through the sobbing gasps for air she needed and with a soft pull she was in his lap and arms once more. Stroking her back in those soothing circles she loved so much, he just held her to his chest tighter than ever before. "It's ok to cry, remember crying is not showing weakness. I'm here now, you're ok." 

Kisses placed on her head made the little girl in her squeal as she was slowly returning to herself and she just wrapped around him, arms clutching so tightly around his waist. An hour passed, maybe two and she had calmed down, the tears ended, and she laid there an exhausted puddle of herself. 

But he had done it for her, broken her, pushed her past where she could handle, and for the first time in what had felt like years, she was ok.



The Breaking Ch. 01



Seething anger made the air so suffocatingly thick in the room that I felt like I was breathing in water. The intensity of the eyes glaring down at me made the surface hairs all over my body feel as if they were electrified. My scalp prickled and my ears and cheeks burned like hot coals. I heard a deep inhalation of air that was then spat out towards the ceiling through gritted teeth. Restrained, heavy footsteps stormed away from me, followed by a door slamming so thunderously that the splintering of its wood could be heard for moments thereafter. Undoubtedly dislocated hinges creaked and moaned as the door slumped into its new position. 

I remained kneeling, shins flat on the floor, toes flexed so that the tops of my feet were also flat on the floor. My bare ass cheeks were clenched together so tightly that my naked thighs were impenetrable. I was faced towards the door, shoulders square, my exposed breasts thrust precariously forward, and my back defiantly rigid. My fingers were laced behind my head so tightly that the tips of my fingers ached from lack of circulation. My pounding heart battered the inside of my rib cage. The blood gushing through my veins made my head throb. Sweat trickled down and pooled in the small of my back. Insolent tears soaked through my blindfold. I was infuriated too, beyond measure. 

Deprived only of sight, my senses grasped at anything in my environment that could inform me of what was to come. Yet, there was nothing; only deafening silence within the chamber. Holding my stance, I waited. Gradually, my muscles began to sag and fatigue. The self-righteous rebelliousness that had once fueled them like adrenaline drained almost completely away. Still, I waited. I marked the passage of time by counting heartbeats until I felt the changing position of the sun on my back as it descended from its apex, then finally extinguished. The grumbling of my stomach tolled the time. Alone, I waited.

Never once did I touch the blindfold. Subconsciously, I knew that I could not remove it, but I resisted that innate knowledge with every fiber of my being. I was not restrained. My thoughts flitted to getting up, finding my clothes and leaving. But, I had been challenged. I do not back down from challenges. I always come out on top. Always. This was no longer a game, a dipping of my toes in proverbial waters. Knowing that my nerve center had been pricked with such depraved indifference made my blood boil. I was even angrier still with myself for allowing someone to probe me so. At those times, my temper flared and I shook with resentment. Despite freedom being feet away, I stayed firmly rooted where I was out of sheer stubbornness. More time passed. Inwardly, I was weakening.

Footsteps gradually approached. They were relaxed and nonchalant this time. I even caught the merry whistle of a tune that was familiar. I hurriedly resumed my arrogant posture; my blood began to simmer. He had kept me waiting too long. I heard the strained hinges creak as the lop-sided door slid heavily across the floor when he entered. I heard the flick of a light switch, then an annoyed sigh as he took in the damage. He brought a cool air in with him. He smelled woodsy--manly. Of their own volition, my nipples hardened.

God only knows how long it had had taken him to return. He moved about the room with a purpose, even passing near me a couple of times. I could feel his closeness. But for those moments, I was completely ignored. All of my muscles quivered. Despite my efforts to appear otherwise, I was extremely fatigued. With him back in my surroundings, my senses were overloaded. I listened impatiently as he seemed to be moving furniture and arranging things in the room. I tried hard to identify what those things were, but all I could gather was what sounded like the pouring of gravel into a metal pan. Finally, when he must have completed his tasks, he walked back to the doorway, flicked off the light switch, and pulled the door shut. I listened to his footsteps fade away.

I was humiliated. There I was sitting alone in the dark again. I couldn't overlook the fact that I was naked nor that I was starving, nor that my bladder was behaving spitefully against me. This time I was not full of rebelliousness. This time I was feeling mighty stupid. My whole body was sore from head to toe from being so full of tension. I repositioned myself, flexed and stretched my aching muscles. I took off the blindfold, but sat in the dark, becoming morose and introspective. He was right about me. Indeed, I was haughty, petulant, demanding, spoiled, controlling. My parent's money and cronyism had paved the way for many golden opportunities; notably my career as a corporate attorney for a well-known national law firm. 

He had wisely recognized that, underneath it all, no matter how competitive I was, nothing would ever be enough for me. I was used to getting my way. I was used to cavalierly toying around with love-struck men who had no idea about the utter disdain I had for them. All my life, I had been like the whirling winds of a tornado: powerful, destructive, and short-lived. But he knew that I was scared and insecure and desperate to fill the cavernous void in my life. As he peeled those layers away, I felt vulnerable. What did I do in response? I behaved like a petulant child, lashing out with anger and venom when he alighted upon a sore spot: the fact that my whole existence was a charade. I had pushed him to the brink, testing his self-control; daring him to lose it. But he didn't. I couldn't control him.

As comprehension sunk in, my will weakened even more. Sullenness gave way to a wave of tears. Suddenly, a damn within me burst. I wept and wept and curled myself up into a tight ball on the floor. I wept for joy. I wept for pain. I must have fallen asleep and into dreaming because I awoke with a start, mortally afraid that he was gone forever. The sun was again on my back, but I couldn't tell how long it had been shining.

I gathered myself into a kneeling position; shins flat on the floor, toes flexed. I relaxed my body, settling my ass cheeks on the backs of my legs, spreading my thighs apart and thrusting my hips forward enough to be inviting, but not vulgar. I straightened my back, pushing my breasts out enough so their perky fullness could be appreciated. I secured the blindfold in place and then placed my flat palms lightly on tops of my knees. I bowed my head and waited.

I did not wait long before I heard footsteps approach. He came into the room. My nostrils flared as they recognized the unmistakable aroma of French fries, which were, without a doubt accompanied by a burger. I made out the rumple of a paper bag and the unwrapping of foil paper. Just as that happened, my stomach growled like a Rottweiler and my bladder gave me an ultimatum.

He came over and squatted down next to me. Something plopped on the floor in front of me and, from the smell; I could tell it was the burger. Then, a loud clatter of what sounded like a metal bucket clanked down. Suddenly, he grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back hard, turning my face up to the ceiling and causing me to lose my balance. I gasped and yelped in surprise. He ripped the blindfold off, causing me to blink rapidly against the glare of the light in the room. God my back was hurting and my muscles were screaming! He wrung one of my nipples so hard I saw stars. He held me there, watching me flounder like a fish. Leaning close and looking me straight in the eyes, he said in a voice more sinister than I thought him capable of, "Since you are still here, bitch, you will do as I say, when I fucking say it or you will regret it." At that, he thrust me forward onto my hands and knees. My heart pounded. Until I took a breath, I hadn't realized I was holding it. It was then that I saw the burger where it had been tossed on the floor and the bucket.

"Choose." He said it so politely that I could hardly distinguish him from the sinister man in my ear not thirty seconds before. "I will not tell you again. Eat or piss. Choose." Comprehension sunk in. I looked at him, my mouth agape. Before I saw it coming, he smacked me across the face so hard, I could feel each impression of his fingers. Tears welled in my eyes and dripped to the floor as I tried to keep myself from sobbing. I bowed my head and reached for the bucket.

My body burned with embarrassment. As I pulled myself up to use my latrine, he said, "Squat over the bucket and don't piss until I tell you to, whore." Not wanting another smack, I moved as quickly as I could. God, this was humiliating beyond humiliation. I squatted over the bucket, muscles trembling from soreness and waited for his command. Smirking, he said, "Piss." And I did.



The Breaking In of a New Slave



Sleep did not come easily for her this night; the events of the day were thundering through her mind like runaway horses a blatant stampede if you will. The smell of her Master His taste His touch. Every muscle in her body ached even spots she didn't know she had. Her ass glowed red in the moonlight from where she had been flogged, and though it hurt it felt wonderful. She had been awakened today to a whole new life and discovered a whole new person there one she actually liked for the first time in her life. The days happenings caused her mind to swim unable to think of anything else, despite her obvious exhaustion sleep still wouldn't come to her. She thought again of His kiss, she sighed lightly unaware she was being watched. She reached down and gently rubbed her clit remembering the way His tongue felt, ignoring the pain she tried to replicate the feeling.... Her eyes closed she moaned softly trying to recall every lil detail of the day vividly…

The dawn broke brilliantly over the mountains as she started her morning jog to town. She could smell the strong pine sent in the air and hear all the animals busy about their work preparing for winter. The leaves were striking gold, orange and red crimson and crunched under her feet as she ran. In the brisk air she could see her breath and wished she had worn a sweatshirt instead of a jogging bra and shorts.

As she approached the town she noticed a nicely dressed gentleman in the same spot at the local gas station, he had been in for three days now. She noticed him watch her as she ran by him. She threw a warm smile in his direction, noticing how handsome he was she was glad she hadn't worn the sweatshirt after all. She told herself that if he were still there after her morning Pepsi she would go talk to him. She slowed to a walk and entered the morning hang out Daylight doughnuts, where she stopped every morning for her Pepsi. Thinking again of the man she hurried her drink down hoping he would still be there. She started back towards home with a light spring in her step as she worked out in her mind what she would say to him. To her dismay he was gone by the time she got to the gas station. Slightly disheartened she headed home, thinking of the way his eyes had burned into her soul. She thought for sure that he had been interested in her. Deciding she wasn't mistaken she hurried into the house for a quick shower and a change and then would spend the rest of the day in town, maybe she would run into him.

She quickly undressed turned on the water and the radio and then went into the bedroom to lay out her clothes. Deciding on a fairly short skirt that would display her strong well-shaped legs and a halter-top to enhance her breasts, she turned and headed to the shower. She washed and shaved herself quickly, looking at the dildo she kept in the shower she decided she really didn't have time for that today. Then with a smile that could have melted the polar caps she decided a quickie couldn't hurt. 

She reached for the dildo; it was an average sized dildo made of Jade. As she gently rubbed the cock on her clit she moaned softly, wishing it was a real cock. She slowly slid the cock inside her, a soft smile spread across her face. She started sliding the cock in and out faster and faster feeling her head start to swim she closed her eyes tightly and leaned against the shower wall. She slowly rubbed her left nipple making it hard; she lifted it to her mouth and ran her tongue around the edge if it. Fighting the waves of orgasm she felt building in her she continued to slide the cold cock deeper inside. She slid down to a sitting position in the shower and placed the Jade cock on the floor of the shower firmly holing it there so she could ride it. 

She placed herself over the cock and lowered herself onto it moaning as it penetrated deeper and deeper. She could feel the shower starting to get cold and her long auburn hair in her face. Moving with deliberate determination she raised and lowered herself on the cock faster. No longer able to control herself she cried out in ecstasy as she felt the warm rush of cum spill from around the cock and onto her hands. Quickly before it washed away she raised her fingers to her mouth to savor the taste of herself, she discovered something in the way of her mouth, and she opened her eyes and discovered only darkness. Horrified she jumped to her feet, she felt large hands grab her by the wrists and pull her from the shower stall. Then she herd a voice if she hadn't been so damn scared she might of thought it a handsome voice, " OK you little slut, time to start your training."

She struggled and screamed, but to no avail his grip was too tight. A wicked smile crossed his face as he silently hoped to himself she would not submit easily. She felt something closing around her wrists like handcuffs only soft like nylon. She struggled desperate to break free from this man " please, please don't hurt me!" she begged of him. "Who are you what do you want from me?"

"STOP THIS RIGHT NOW!!!" she commanded of him. The smile got larger at this, her attempt to sound brave was amusing to him, but he could hear the terror in her voice. He could feel her body trembling as he said in a strong commanding voice "Nadu" He felt her stiffen to the pressure he was putting on her neck. She kicked out hoping to hit him in the nuts, as she did so she felt what felt like a 2x4 against the back of her knees bringing her down to them in an instant. She cried out as she resumed her struggle with more determination than before. He spread her knees with his feet lifted her chin and pushed on the small of her back forcing her to arc it, He then freed her hands. Free she thought, as she raised her fist to punch him. Her arm was caught in mid air rather roughly and placed on her right thigh he then rolled her arm over so the palm was facing up. He then did the same thing with the left hand again palm up. Then she herd something she found rather odd, "My GOOD GIRL" it was soft and gentle, almost musical in tone. Her fears subsided a little as she wondered what this man truly wanted of her. S

he could hear him circling her she thought briefly of a vulture and wondered when he would close in on her. She became painfully aware of her erect nipples and slouched trying to hide them from this stranger. The blow was hard, much like that of a riding crop against the small of her back, again forcing her to arch her back thrusting out her breasts. He watched as her shoulders slumped and started shaking violently. He knew she had started to cry, and he admired her determination not to allow him to hear it. He watched and smiled as she tried hard to square up her shoulders and stifle the sobs.

"Do you know who I am?" he asked boldly, she could hear the smile in his voice. 

"NO" she shouted defiantly. 

"No what?" he asked her ignoring her attempt at defiance. 

"No Sir?" with a slight question in her voice she attempted again. 

"No what?" he asked again calmly. 

She quickly searched her mind looking for what he might want; she attempted again, "NO SHITHEAD I DON'T!"

She realized her mistake as soon as she said it. She felt the crops burn into her ass, she thought for sure she was bleeding. She stifled her cries as he brought the crop down hard repeatedly. His voice was surprisingly calm as he asked her again "No what?" 

The room was deathly silent, she had no idea what he wanted and she dare not risk the wrong answer again, so she said nothing. The silence was broke by the sound of flesh on flesh as he spanked her hard on the ass again. She let out a small moan, and a smile broke across his face again. She stammered out a very weak " no master?"

Again she was shocked to hear "Good Girl" Master she thought to herself, master what the fuck had she been thinking? She had always considered herself a strong woman and in charge of things and to call this person master? She silently scolded herself telling herself she did not like the way he called her good girl. "Now" he said, "show ME how YOU can pleasure ME!"

Pleasure him? Why the hell would she want to pleasure him? She noticed how he smelled, a strong odor of Lime cologne. What did he want from her she wondered silently, what type of pleasure? Oh MY God she thought he's going to rape me now and I will never see his face to tell anyone, what if he kills me when he's done? As these thoughts were racing through her mind he gently lifted the shroud from her head. She blinked hard several times trying to adjust quickly to the light. To her surprise the man in front of her was naked, and the man she had wanted to find earlier. She glanced up into his eyes; they burned through her like razor sharp spears. 

She lowered her eyes quickly, again she herd the approving "Good Girl" she thought quickly what had she done? All she did was look down, was that some part of this Nadu thing? She could still feel his eyes on her, and couldn't help but to notice his cock was right in front of her face. "Now suck it" again in the commanding voice she had herd earlier. She couldn't hide the look of surprise on her face as she looked up at him. She opened her mouth to speak and was greeted with his large cock being rammed down her throat. She gagged at the size of his cock and attempted to pull away, she felt him grab her long hair and pull her back into him. Gagging again she thought of biting him, but somewhere in the back of her mind she kind of enjoyed it. As his hips thundered forwards and back, she started to moan, she was beginning to thoroughly enjoy this. His grip on her hair became harder as he forced her to take more and more of his enormous cock. She gagged with every thrust thinking she could take no more she was greeted by the warm salty taste as he came in her mouth with such force she had no choice but to swallow. 

She gagged and gulped thinking he was never going to stop cumming, she again tried to pull away, but it was futile he held her firm against his cock. His cum spilled out of her mouth and dripped onto her breasts running down her tight stomach to her shaved pussy. As he finished he pulled his cock from her mouth; he looked at her and commanded "Lick it up!" 

She looked up in horror "I won't" she said will all the defiance she could muster. She barely saw the crop as it came down again on her bare ass. She lowered herself on to her stomach, exposing her heart shaped ass. She glanced up at him giving him a look of total disgust as he smiled down at her, his smile softened her up a bit as she began to lick the cum from the floor. She wondered if this was all and will he leave now, and again somewhere in the back of her mind she hoped this was not all. She pushed the thought out as fast as it had come. 

She licked the last of the cum from her wood floor and herd his again approving "Good girl" She attempted to raise herself up and was stopped by his crop across her shoulders, she quickly dropped back down. He reached down and grabbed her hands placing them behind her neck, and gently pulled her up to her elbows "Entwine your fingers" he commanded much gentler than the crop had suggested.

He reached between her thighs to her stomach and lifted her to her knees, then spreading her legs he smiled again "Good girl" She wondered what the purpose of this position was. She was answered quickly by the feeling of his hand caressing her inner thigh. His touch was light and extremely erotic; she moaned and tried to back into his hand with her ass hoping he would put his fingers inside her. 

She was answered with a sharp painful spank across her already red ass. Returning quickly to the position he had placed her in she herd the approving "Good girl" yet again. He continued to caress her inner thigh, as she whimpered softly longing for him to do more than just rub her thigh. His hand ran across her clit lightly, she couldn't help but to lower to it wanting more, again she received a sharp mind-shattering spank across her ass. He was positively beaming as she answered the spank with a low moan. He could feel her trembling, knowing she wanted more, he refused to give it to her. He brushed his finger over her clit slowly, gently. 

He admired her control he could see her muscles tensing, trying to fight the inevitable. "Cum Now!!" she herd his voice faintly in her mind, almost as if it was a dream. She couldn't believe the way she responded to this, her body shook violently as waves of orgasmic energy overtook her. She let out a cry of true ecstasy as she shuddered and shook with the most wonderful orgasm she had ever experienced. Not an orgasm of the body the raw animal kind she was used to, but almost a spiritual orgasm one of the mind, heart and soul. 

Unable to hold her position any longer her body went limp and slumped forward hard onto the wooden floor. Her breath was rapid and her body was still convulsing as he roughly rolled her onto her back. He shoved her feet back to her ass, then parted her knees. He admired her perfectly shaved pussy, not one hair anywhere. Then he lowered his mouth to it, softly licking around the edges of her lips. Still not recover form the unusual orgasm she tried to wiggle away a little bit, he grabbed her by the thighs and held he in place. 

His eyes danced with amusement as she whined and moaned, giggled and wiggled all at the same time, but he held her fast. Slowly he parted her pussy lips with his fingers, it glistened in the early afternoon light, he sighed internally, and He was going to enjoy her. She felt his tongue on the inside of her lips and started to buck her hips to him, trying vainly to make him go deeper not just tease her. He placed his arm firmly across her belly holding her hips to the ground; again he was amused by the frustrated whimper that came from her lips. 

As he licked the inside of her pussy softly he massaged her clit; it was throbbing with anticipation. She moaned with pleasure as he took her right tit in his hand and squeezed it hard. He licked her along the inside of her thighs moving slowly up to her stomach, every once in a while he would bite her, not hard enough to bruise, but hard enough to pleasure her. He paused at her breasts first sucking on them, then biting roughly first on one the other. Her body was covered in goose bumps as she trembled with anticipation, longing for him to place his beautiful cock in her. 

He raised himself to her neck and began biting it roughly, bringing goose bumps to her goose bumps, she whimpered and purred as she arched her back under him. She raised her hips desperately trying to force him in her; again a frustrated whimper escaped her lips as his foot forced her hips back down. Her moaning was becoming rapidly louder as he nibbled on the back of her neck just below her ear, again she herd his melodic voice in her ear "Cum for ME now MY lil slut" she was a more than willing participant as her thighs quivered and her body shook, unable to hold in the screams of pleasure that erupted from here much like the orgasm that racked her body into a trembling puddle of pleasure. In the midst of her orgasm she faintly thought to herself "How the hell can he have so damn much control over me?" 

As her body continued to shake she felt his cock penetrate he pussy, but just enough to tease her and cause another wave of orgasm to wash over her entire body. Her body shook hard as she cried out " Stop please stop I cannot handle anymore, my God please have mercy" He answered with no words only his cock being rammed all the way into her soaked tight pussy. A soft groan came from her as she raised her hips to meet him; she could feel cum dripping from her ass, into a puddle under her. He raised himself to his knees and grabbed her tit's for leverage, she could feel his cock pounding away inside her, she could feel every ripple, vein, and the blood throbbing inside it. 

She was completely in his spell and totally out of control, she was in a continuous orgasm as her pussy tightened on his cock rhythmically, he was amazed at the strength of her pussy muscles, and how hard she could tighten it. He leaned over and with out missing a stroke he reached under her back and brought her to him crushing her breasts against his chest. He gently lifted her up and again she found herself on her knees. She thrust her heart shaped ass towards him inviting him to her pussy, but to her surprise his target was her ass. She cried out and collapsed to the floor tightening her ass muscles trying to detour him from this thought. 

He smiled gently as he realized that he was entering unexplored territory. He gently massaged between her thighs with his hand causing her to relax her ass, she felt his fingers inside her pussy, she felt his fingers running up the skin separating her pussy from her ass, she felt his thumb slide into her ass slowly as his fingers penetrated her pussy. Surprising herself she found herself pushing back into his thumb trying to force it deeper, and was greeted with the removal of his thumb and the replacement of his cock to her ass. He slowly gently started to insert it into her ever so tight ass, as she moaned and thrust herself back forcing all of it at once, she herd a moan from him as his balls slapped into her. 

She reached between her legs and massaged his balls as he started into his slow gentle rhythm. From somewhere behind her she herd a soft hum, and then felt it as he rammed a fairly large vibrating cock up her pussy. He was a master at keeping rhythm with his cock and the vibrator, together deeper and deeper he drove them both. Her hips bucked wildly as she came again and again. Cries of pain and pleasure escaped her as he periodically spanked her ass. 

Her head was swimming, her whole body was shaking, she tried to pull away from him only to feel his hand come crashing down on her all ready red ass. She felt him pick up his pace, and could feel her ass becoming sore, but she couldn't fight the pleasure it was bringing her as she thrust herself back into his cock harder and harder trying to keep time with him. She was screaming continuously out of total adrenaline ecstasy. Her hand continued to massage his ball as he continued to force his cock deeper into her ass. She couldn't tell where he ended and the vibrator began anymore.

Sweat dripped from her nipples as cum dripped from her pussy, she stopped massaging his nuts briefly to taste herself as she did so she herd a moan from Him and felt his cock throb and the warm rush of his cum into her ass. He rammed it deeper as he came in her she cried out one last time as her body went limp.

She awoke in her bed thinking all had been a dream, until she tried to move….A soft smile crossed her lips as she wondered what awaited her next.



The Breaking of a Filly



(for Ninsbijou)

A June sun beat down mercilessly from a cloudless Kentucky sky as thirty-five-year old Cassie Wilson clambered into her dad's old Ford truck. The heat had remained unbroken for four long days burning the very oxygen from the air. As she had showered and dressed that morning, Cassie had looked out into the relentless heat and dispensed with the niceties of undergarments. Ready to go into town to pick up much needed supplies, she wore only her riding boots, socks, beige riding pants, and a crisp white blouse. Taller than average, with a well proportioned face that carried green eyes and full lips. Her hair was blond and reached the middle of strong shoulders. Inside the blouse full, firm breasts gave her profile a most pleasing aspect above an almost flat stomach and concave waist. Her hips and thighs were strong from all the years spent around horses, and her tall frame was supported by equally strong calves.

Cassie had only been back in Kentucky for three months. She had closed her equine veterinarian's office in Georgia and returned to her home near Pleasureville as soon as she had received news of her father's stroke. Cassie had never married, her time consumed by college and the equine veterinarian career she had picked out at an early age. Fortunately, George Wilson's stroke had been minor, but still enough to limit his ability to perform his duties as head trainer to the sixteen horses placed in his care by Harlan Jones. So, Cassie had come, and was, to all intents and purposes, running the stables and living with her father in the large , but old, house that came with the head trainer's position.

Cassie started the old stick-shift Ford and pointed it toward KY- 43 and Shelbyville. The air conditioning had gone out on the old truck a long time back and as Cassie rolled down the manual windows on each side of the cab she made a mental note to trade her car for a vehicle better suited for hauling ranch supplies. The trip to town was about twenty-five minutes, and by the time that Cassie climbed out of the truck at Jackson's Feed and Supply Store the sun had turned the cab into a steam oven. Cassie became aware of the new transparency of her white blouse, the darkened patch between her full breasts, and the rivulet of perspiration slowly running down her spine into the light caramel riding pants and the crevice between the firm, rounded cheeks of her rear. She entered the feed store thinking, thankfully, that this store similarly to many others like it was dimly lit.

"Pops" Jackson greeted her as she entered and she acknowledged him. He was fast headed towards seventy years old and had been at the store when his father had opened it. Apart from the low neon lighting, electrical outlets allowing demonstration of power tools, and fancier registers little had changed in the store since "Pops'" pop had opened the place after the first World War.

Cassie wandered through the barn of a store making sure that what she needed for the ranch was available and loaded sacks of grain, feed and grooming supplies onto a flat bed cart. Some of the stuff was available from stacks outside the store but Cassie was grateful for the cooler air provided inside by several whirring fans. As she neared the back of the store, and the end of her list, Cassie became aware that someone had entered and listened to the voices.

The three young men chattered away to each other then stopped at the counter. Cassie heard one of the men speaking to Pops.

"Pull this order together, old man, and I'll be back in the morning to get it."

The request was disdainful and demeaning. Cassie immediately knew who the speaker was. This was the voice of Dyson Jones, familiarly known as "Dice", son of Harlan, her dad's boss, and to Cassie's mind the most reprehensible character in Kentucky. The odds are then, Cassie thought that the other two voices belonged to the Williams brothers, Steve and Josh. The trio were rarely seen apart. Cassie had already encountered the surly Harlan Jones and his arrogant son, Dyson up at the training stables and had taken an instant dislike to the pair of them. She hoped the young men left, and went on to load the last of her supplies.

Dice Jones was 23, tall, strong and handsome. He had played volleyball at The University of Kentucky while garnering a degree in equine management. Were it not for his obnoxious personality his social circle would perhaps of been much wider. He stood five feet eleven inches tall and weighed in right at two hundred pounds. His oval face was set with piercing blue eyes and was topped with a golden flash of blond hair. His failing, and that of his father's was that he was used to getting his way. Straight out of college to the position of stable manager for his father's string had taught him nothing of social form or courtesy. He looked down on everyone except his father. He had been a spoiled kid, and was now an arrogant and self obsessed man.

The trio of men did not leave. They too appreciated the cooler air inside, and wandered through the store talking about weekend plans and horses that would be racing on the downs.

As they reached the back of the store Dice cracked, "Now there's something you don't see everyday!"

The Williams brothers laughed dutifully, and Cassie rose from her bent position and turned to face them. Her face was flushed now, from a little embarrassment and a lot of anger. Dice was not wavered by the Cassie's icy glare. 

"Not often you see a Kentucky moon during a June day!" 

Again, the Williams brothers laughed. 

Cassie pursed her lips, then spoke. "Your fifth grade humor is not funny, Dice, it is low and disgusting! If I thought that talking to your father would do any good I would tell him right now!"

The young men snickered angering Cassie further. She huffed, her breasts heaved, and she saw all three boys stare unashamedly at her chest. She was sure that even in the dim light they could see the areolae through the cotton, the protrusion of the nipples in the sweat dampened garment. Cassie gripped the handle to the supply cart with both hands and pushed it down the aisle towards the young men. They stepped aside and Cassie felt the incident was over. As she passed she felt them brush her with their hands. A palm grazed her nipple, another hand actually squeezed her breast on the other side, and rudely, she felt fingertips push at her vagina from behind as she turned toward the front of the feed store. It was hot. She was hot. She knew that the crotch of her riding pants was damp with sweat. 

As she retreated to the door she heard Dice's voice again.

"Smell that!"

Cassie angrily loaded the truck and headed for home. She fumed at herself all the way over the humiliating groping.





Cassie stored the supplies, then went into the house and prepared to shower. She pulled the boots and socks from her feet, unbuttoned the wet white blouse and slipped it from her shoulders, and slid the tight riding pants down her legs. The crotch clung momentarily to her sex as she lowered the garment to the floor. Cassie entered her bathroom, turned on the shower and stepped into the warm, yet cooling, cascade of water. As she showered her mind ran over the day's events. She guided the shower wand with the adjustable head over her body rinsing away the soap. The warm jets hit her breasts, her nipples, and her mind recalled the rude, unwanted caress and squeeze her breasts had received in the feed store. She moved the wand down her firm full body, down over her belly, her pelvis, down to her shaved pubis. Almost absently she turned the dial on the shower head till the stream of water was one solid jet and held it steady. The warm, stimulating jet pounded against her clitoris, and her head went to the pressure of fingertips on her damp crotch in the store. Cassie lost herself in the exciting pulsations of the water on her clit. Felt herself become aroused as it reacted to the constant caress of the warm, wet stream. Her breath became shorter, her inner muscles contracted as her body luxuriated in the stimulus. Her mind was not on the rude gropings of arrogant men now.. It was nowhere. The sensations she was feeling were all encompassing. Cassie gasped as she came , panting and feeling herself flex, the warm juices excreting from her warm, wet pussy, the water jet pushing them down her inner thighs, cleansing her. 

Cassie dressed in a new clean outfit, though it was the same as she had previously worn. She wore the same thing all the time, almost as a uniform of position at the stables, but also for convenience, as some of the stable's income was derived from the riding lessons she gave to local children. Cassie looked the part.

Down in the kitchen Cassie went to the refrigerator and retrieved the ingredients for a salad, shaved some chicken and added it to the fresh vegetables. She grabbed a cold white wine cooler, settled in the swing chair on the porch to eat, and watched the sun finally sink toward the horizon of the Kentucky sky. Cassie felt good after her shower, but was bothered. Was it the shower or the crude touchings of the 3 men that had aroused her? At the time she had felt disgusted and degraded. It was, she thought, a long time since anyone but herself had touched her intimately. She pushed the possibility of being aroused by the lecherous contact from her mind, finished her salad and watched the sky turn to the gentle blue-gray of dusk. 

Cassie's Father's stroke had made him tired, and although he managed to conduct the paperwork side of the business he was not seen in the stables as much. This night he had turned in early again. 

Cassie raised herself from the porch swing, took the dishes in and attended to them, then headed to the stables. She drew the bay mare from the second stall and saddled her, mounted up and headed out for an evening ride before the Kentucky night fell. Cassie rode out from the stables enjoying the cool evening air and followed the path along the woods to the small lake about a mile away that had long been a fishing and swimming hole used by the locals. She dismounted at a small, rocky cove that was all but hidden by the edge of the woods, and tied the mare. Then, she walked a short distance through the trees and sat on the rocks and watched the moon rise slowly over the lake. A slight breeze picked up, and Cassie hoped it would portend a cooler day tomorrow. The water looked cool and inviting. Cassie looked around her and seeing and hearing nobody in the vicinity decided to swim. She removed her boots and socks, unbuttoned the white blouse and slid it from her shoulders. The air felt good on her body, the coolness of the breeze caressing her nipples. She slid the riding pants down over the full curve of her ass and let them slide down her legs to the ground. She stepped forward and kicked the pants into the pile of her other clothing. Cassie stood on the rocks for a moment, the pale light of dusk highlighting her form against the dark tree-line. She was a silhouette negative, light against dark, her full, firm breasts proud upon her chest, the areolae darker, and darker yet, the nipple buds now semi-erect in the cool night air. Her flat belly descended to her shaved mons, her labia smooth and  soft curving down and under her. Looking around once more and being certain nobody was near, she walked down the rocks and, naked, entered the cool water. Cassie shivered as the water engulfed her body, but she soon acclimatized and began to swim lazily in the lake. Now and again she would roll to her back, float, and watch as the stars appeared above her.

Eighty feet away, behind the tree-line, across the cove, a tall rider quietly dismounted from his horse and watched Cassie. His lascivious eyes straining to make out more than just her female form. Slowly and silently he made his way on foot along the trees until he reached the rocky outcrop. Cassie was unaware of his presence. The watcher could see more clearly now catching glimpses of white flesh flashing in the dark water of the lake. An arm stroking outward, firm buttocks rising above the waterline, and when Cassie chose to relax and float, the clear mounds of her breasts moving gently with the water. He gazed at the exquisite female form transfixed on her every movement. In his Wrangler jeans the stirrings of sexual arousal, as his cock hardened. He too wondered if anyone was near, and glanced around. It was then that he noticed the small pile of clothing upon the rocks. A plan to get an even closer look at the beauteous female in the lake formed in his head and he crouched down, looked around once more, then half crawled, half scampered across the rocks to the pile of garments, gathered them up and scurried back to the edge of the trees. Once there he cursorily examined the clothing depositing each item on the ground after looking at it. He smiled a wicked smile, identifying for certain that the body that had captured his gaze belonged to Cassie Wilson.

As the evening sky grew darker and more stars became visible, Cassie surmised that she had better be heading for home and stroked lazily toward the shore. She felt the water become shallow under her, planted her feet on the lake bottom and trod carefully toward the rocks in the cove. As she reached the beach, her wet nakedness now lit by a higher moon rising behind her, Cassie saw that her clothing was gone. She ran to the spot where she had left them and looked about her. An expression of frustration and helplessness came upon her face. Cassie walked back and forth across the rocks her wet, naked body glistening in the moonlight. Confused and a little embarrassed, she walked back to the spot she was sure she had left her apparel. 

In the trees, a mere fifteen feet distant from Cassie's location, the young man watched and etched the naked vision of her in his mind. His eyes devoured her naked beauty.  

Ingrained the sweet curves of her firm ass on his memory. Impressed the full breasts and the erect nipples in the picture gallery of his brain. Engraved forever in his psyche the gorgeous shape and nature of her sex, from which droplets of water were still falling after trickling down her exquisite body.

Then, the tall, blond man stepped from his hiding place, let out a long, low whistle, and spoke sarcastically.

" My, my, Ms. Wilson, I do declare the moon shines so much more brightly at night!" 

Cassie jumped and reflexively covered her body as best she could. One arm flew across her ample bosom, and a hand covered her womanhood. She stared incredulously at the tall man and immediately recognized Dice Jones. She stood partially paralyzed, a blush of anger coming over her. Her disadvantage was all too clear to her. Here she was naked before a man she all but despised. Assertion on her part would just make things worse she thought. Dice laughed quietly, and Cassie almost yelled. 

She controlled the urge and pleaded, "Please don't laugh at me, Dice. I am embarrassed enough." 

Cassie looked at dice her arms frozen in place.

"No embarrassment Ms. Wilson," said Dice, " You may as well take your hands away, I have been here twenty minutes. I've seen all there is to see." 

Cassie shivered with a mixture of fear, embarrassment and anger. Again she controlled herself knowing that anger would just entice this man to further indignities.

She drew in a deep breath, and asked, "Do you have my clothes, Dice?"

Dice Jones nodded, "Uh huh".

A mischievous grin spread upon his face as he watched Cassie fumble for the next words.

Fearfully, Cassie asked if she could have them. Dice chuckled. Cassie looked at him pleadingly trying to stay calm. Dice nodded his head downwards never removing those piercing blue eyes from her body. Cassie understood and resignedly removed her hand from over her sex and her arm from across her quivering breasts. She stood naked and compliant before him. As Cassie looked at the man that now seemed to be controlling her, she thought, how odd it was that he hadn't approached her. She scanned him looking for clues as to his intentions. Her eyes roved down from his face and over his tall lithe body. She then noticed the bulge in his tight jeans. Straining not to make her observation apparent, Cassie returned her eyes to his face. He's excited! She thought. That could be bad for me, but, also good. Here , she thought, was a straw of control of her own. She felt an involuntary spasm between her thick thighs, and considered her position. Bravely, she decided to take a step towards him. Dice looked at her almost approvingly. 

He watched the undulations of her body as she moved, then spoke.

"Alright, Ms. Wilson, I will give you your clothes, stay there." 

Cassie stopped and tried hard not to show the small triumph she felt at achieving her goal through silent assertion. Dice turned and leaned into the edge of the trees. When he arose he had Cassie's clothes in his arms. Then, he shocked her further.

He said, and to Cassie it even sounded sincere, " You are probably the most beautiful woman I have ever seen." 

Her thighs tightened slightly and she tried to maintain her resigned expression. Dice Jones took in the entire vision of the naked Cassie, then tossed the bundle of clothes over her head. Cassie turned and ran to gather them. She bent to pick up the clothes her labia peeking back at Dice Jones from between her solid thighs. 

Dice released another long low whistle and said, "There is a sight I shall not forget!"

Cassie grabbed up the clothes and turned her head filled with expletives. Dice was already gone. Back into the woods. Cassie could no longer see him, but she could hear him. The arrogant swine was whistling. Cassie seethed as she recognized the tune.


"Blue moon of Kentucky keep on shining."

Cassie dressed herself hurriedly and ran to her tethered horse. She cantered home, put up the horse and went to her bedroom.



Cassie showered and donned a short set. Her normal nightwear on a hot Summer night. She lay on her bed, her hands behind her head, resting on the two full pillows near the head. Dice is just horrible, she thought, mean, obnoxious, insensitive, Machiavellian, Chauvinistic, and an arrogant dick! Cassie lay on her bed and replayed the whole incident in her mind. Relived her fear and embarrassment. The helpless feeling of her wet nakedness before him. She heard again the snide comments and innuendos. Saw again the look in his eyes. Shivered at the control he had held over her. Scene by scene she played out again inside her mind. Then Cassie got to the part where she had noticed Dice's erection. In reality it was a fleeting moment clouded by the fear she felt. In hindsight, and then replayed in her mind's eye it seemed she had stared for too long. The outline of his penis inside the blue jeans was distinct and clear. My God! thought Cassie that has to be close to nine inches of manhood! Involuntarily her pussy muscles spasmed at the thought of such a member. Cassie played it to the end and drifted toward sleep with that tune in her head.

"Blue moon of Kentucky keep on shining.."

Dick! she thought and closed her eyes.



When Cassie Wilson awoke, she was drenched. Her pussy was soaked. Vaginal fluids were damp on her inner thighs. One hand was between them clamped hard on her sex. Her clitoris was still hard and erect. She could smell her orgasm. The sheet beneath her was wet and stained. Cassie didn't know how or why. She remembered nothing, but to her it was plainly obvious she had had an explosive wet dream.

Cassie got up deposited the sheets and her clothes in the laundry hamper, showered, and then dressed for the day in her usual uniform. Again she dispensed with wearing undergarments. 

The breeze from the evening before had held, and Cassie spent the day doing chores that had been left for a cooler day. The time passed quickly and before she knew it another cool evening was underway. She didn't hear the truck pull up. She was deep in the stable hanging the tack she had just spent some time cleaning and polishing. She didn't hear him enter the barn, or the door quietly closing. She didn't know he was there once again gazing unashamedly at her body until she was done and had hung the last bridle on the hook outside the last stall and turned around.




The Breaking of a Filly



Cassie gasped, but did not scream when her eyes fell upon Dice Jones once again.

He smirked at her. Cassie, feeling stronger on her own turf, snapped at him.

"What do you want, Dice?!"

Dice Jones took a step towards Cassie Wilson, and Cassie took a step back and felt the wooden wall of the last stall against her back. Dice smiled at her.

"Ms. Wilson do you remember what I said to you at the lake?"

Cassie hissed at him, " You said lots of things Dice, most of them low and demeaning!"

Dice laughed again and took another step forward. Cassie had nowhere to go. He looked her up and down. Then spoke.

"I said, Ms. Wilson, That you are probably the most beautiful woman I have ever seen!" 

Cassie stumbled. To acknowledge it as a compliment would be conceding to him. To diminish the words would offend him. She was stuck, both verbally and physically. Her back to the wall. Cassie was about to speak when Dice Jones grabbed her and pulled her to him. He kissed her so long and so hard that Cassie's breathing all but stopped. He held her tight. Cassie, momentarily in shock, did not struggle. Then, when she tried, she felt her pelvis, rubbing against the erection that was straining the fabric of Dice's Wranglers. When he released her, Cassie was breathless and wordless. Torn between total anger, and the feeling that churned in her stomach. An indescribable excitement that was tinged with fear. It was not dread or panic. It felt like the trepidation one feels the first time at the top of a diving board. The knowledge that there is no real danger and all it takes is one more step.

Cassie looked at Dice her mouth open , gulping air. Then he spoke again.

"The answer to your question, Ms. Wilson, is you!"

Cassie tried to gather her thoughts, her breasts heaving, that involuntary spasm between her legs, she managed to ask him, "What?"

He laughed.

"You Cassie, I want you!" You see I, or at least my father owns everything here, the stables , the horses, the land, the equipment, there is nothing here that I could want except for you."

Cassie thought, that's the first time he has ever used my name. She stood dumbfounded, all her composure lost. Her eyes traveled over him as she tried to pull herself together. When they got to the rampant shaft in his jeans, they lingered and he saw her but he did not show it. Her thighs tightened again, immeasurably, but she felt it. Her tongue tasted the inside of her lower lip. As her eyes met his, he grabbed her again, ramming her pelvis against the rock solid tube in his jeans. His lips once again locked onto hers, and this time his hands slid down her body and cupped the firm cheeks of her ass. He was immediately aware she was not wearing panties. His tongue teased and pushed against her closed mouth, and he held her there. Again she struggled some but to no avail. Her lips parted and his hot wet tongue entered her mouth. She did not return the French kiss and yet, her body could not deny the pleasurable sensation of it's invasion. Cassie felt her nipples harden. Dice mentally noted the change. Cassie also felt a growing heat and wetness between her tight, strong thighs. Then, the kiss was over and Dice pushed her back against the wall of the stall and stepped back.Cassie leaned on the wall, her legs unmistakably weakened, her full firm breasts heaving and the nipples straining to escape the crisp, white shirt. She labored for breath. Dice watched her as she recovered from his osculatory attack, his cock hard in his jeans.

Eventually, Cassie spoke, she glared at Dice, and said, " So, you own everything but me and you are just going to take what you want."

Dice Jones smiled, and shook his head negatively.

"No no, Cassie darling, I am not going to take you. I am not going to force you. You are going to give yourself to me because you want to."

Cassie folded her arms across her heaving breasts, and as she did, Dice stepped forward once again. He extended an arm and gently took Cassie's wrist and began to pull. At first Cassie resisted, and then almost too tired to fight, she relaxed her arm. Dice looked her dead in the eyes and slid his large hand up and over hers. His gaze never left hers as he guided her hand down his body and pushed it down over his hard cock. Cassie inhaled sharply as she felt the thick muscle through the denim. Dice began to move her palm in a stroking motion along it's length, his eyes transfixing her. Cassie felt the cock jump against her palm and gasped slightly. Her pussy tightened and emitted soft sweet juice into the crotch of her riding pants. Dice felt Cassie react and immediately withdrew his hand and hers. She leaned against the wall once again.

Dice noted the flush in Cassie's face and deduced that there was less anger. He waited for her breath to even out. He noted the hard nipples under the cotton of her shirt. When Cassie seemed calm, he spoke again. 

"Liked that didn't you Cassie?," he said.

Cassie stammered"N n no Dice, I didn't." 

Dice stepped forward and pointed to the dark patch in the crotch of Cassie's pants. He reached out and ran three fingers over the damp material. Then he lifted his fingers to his nose and smelled them.

"This tells me differently," he said, His eyes once again boring into hers, and sucked the moist nectar from his fingers. Cassie visibly shivered.

Dice reached out again and brushed a thumb over Cassie's hard left nipple. He felt her tense under his touch. He looked at her again.

"Take it off, "He said.

Cassie looked at him but didn't speak. Dice reached out again, but this time he pinched the hard bud. Cassie yelped at the sudden pain, but her genitals responded in pleasure. She felt her pants become more wet. She thought, this is not torture, he could easily really hurt me, and had hardly finished the thought when Dice reached out and pinched the other nipple.

"Take it off," he said.

Cassie looked at him with a weak defiance but began to slowly unbutton the shirt. She jumped as his strong arms snaked out and ripped it open the buttons flying in the air. Her breasts reacted to their sudden freedom.

"Take it off, "he said.

She reached up and slid the shirt from her shoulders and let it slip down her arms to the floor. There was no covering of her breasts this time she stood before him semi-naked, her nipples erect, and he looked at her. His hand absentmindedly slid over his cock, but then he caught himself. She watched as he appraised her upper body.

"God, You are beautiful," he exclaimed.

He leaned into her and sucked first one, then the other nipple into his hot mouth, flicking his tongue across each. He made sure to pull them out and up and make make a sharp puckering sound as he released each hard bud. Cassie's breasts now glistened with Dice's hot saliva. Her crotch grew darker yet as a flow of pleasure she could not control seeped from her sex. 

Dice stared at the half naked woman for some time.

"The rest, " he said, eventually.

Cassie look at him indifferently and removed her boots and socks, then slid the riding pants over her ass and down her legs to the floor. She stepped out of them, and this moved her away from the wall behind her. Cassie stood naked in front of her strong and virile captor, resigned to his will.

"Are you wet Cassie?", he asked.

Cassie did not speak or move.

Dice's voice firmed, "Touch yourself Cassie. Tell me if you are wet."

In a kind of half daze, Cassie reached down between her thighs and tentatively touched her glistening labia. Dice was not satisfied.

"Two fingers in your vagina, Now!", he barked.

The command was so sudden, that Cassie jumped, and her fingers slipped into her. She was soaked. She removed her fingers and Dice took her wrist and lifted her hand to his nose and inhaled the aroma of her wet sex. His tongue flicked out and he tasted her juice.

"Now you," he said, releasing her wrist..

Cassie's hand moved back and she smelled the pungent scent on her fingers. Dice's blue eyes bored into her. She lowered the fingers to her mouth and sucked them between her lips. Surprisingly, she found the taste of her excitement not unpleasant. Her pussy tightened yet again squeezing more lubricating fluid into her vaginal passage. 

The pause seemed interminable.

"Are you wet, Cassie?, asked Dice.

Cassie looked at him helplessly.

"Yes, Dice, I am very wet."

Dice smiled.

"Good girl," he said.

Cassie half smiled back at him.

"Turn around and put your hands on the stall wall.", Dice ordered.

Cassie's resistance was gone and she complied immediately. Surprisingly, any fear she had harbored had left her too. When she felt Dice's hand reach between her thighs and slap her legs she spread her legs for him. When she felt his toe tap her ankles she moved them back. Her head hung between her shoulders and she knew she was totally exposed to his view. Dice stepped forward and ran his hands over the warm, soft pink flesh of Cassie Wilson's ass, caressing it. Cassie shivered slightly at the touch but made no sound. She was being inspected. Dice gripped the soft flesh and separated Cassie's cheeks her tight, puckered anus came into his view. Cassie waited and felt yet another vaginal spasm. She heard Dice whisper..

"My beauty."

... and then he plunged three fingers deep into her vagina.. Cassie almost came on the spot. Dice felt her tighten and agonizingly slowly removed the fingers.

Cassie didn't move. Her upturned ass, the splayed legs, she held the ignominious pose and awaited the next order. Behind her Dice smiled quietly to himself. She remained looking at the ground. She felt Dice move by her though. He opened the stall door and came back out. "In there!", he barked. Cassie kept her head low and entered the horse stall. She did not look at Dice. Dice took her by the shoulders and walked her to the back wall of the stall. Then, taking first one wrist then the other he lashed her to a ring in the wall with some leather reins. Cassie accepted her new indignity without a whimper. She stood, head down , facing the wall in silence. 

Presently Cassie became aware of small noises behind her. Then she heard the unmistakable sound of a metal zipper descending a fly. Her head swam with the inevitable thought. She tightened her legs and waited. What happened next was not what she expected. She felt strong hands straighten her body and push it gently to the wall. Her head was turned so that her cheek was against the cold brick. Cassie felt the naked body of Dice Jones pressed up against the length of her body from the rear. His rigid shaft nestled between the cheeks of her ass. Dice kissed Cassie's neck softly. A hundred tiny ennervating kisses. He nibbled at her ear lobe down her neck, along her white uniform shoulders, and back, His hands reached around her and cupped her breasts. His grip was form yet tender. He grazed her nipples with his thumbs teasing them hard once again. He dipped his body and traced a line of soft kisses down her spine. His hands followed the same course down the front of her body, touching her, caressing her , exploring her , learning the secrets of her pleasure. Dice was on his knees behind Cassie by the time his mouth reached the nerve cluster that resides at the base of the spine and he kissed and excited her there. Cassie tensed minimally as she felt his mouth travel downwards, and his hand reach her pubic mound. Dice's hot tongue flicked out and teased at the top of the crevice that separated the firm cheeks of her ass. His thumb and forefinger located her clitoris and teased and rocked and twisted it. Cassie let out a soft moan, her body beginning to burn.

A trickle of warm saliva escaped dices lips and ran the course between Cassie's cheeks. She shivered as she felt it's journey to her pussy. Dice's hand reached down and he split her puffed labia with two fingers and traced the channel to her vaginal opening penetrating her with them. He began to masturbate her, feeling her vaginal muscles contract around them. His tongue traveled, hot and moist, down between her cheeks and flicked momentarily against the tight brown ring of her ass. Dice felt Cassie flinch a little but also felt the need and want in her almost imperceptible backward push. Then, he stood and stepped away. 

Cassie whimpered, her natural instincts long since having superseded any other considerations. Dice could see her desire glistening on her inner thighs.

"Tell me what you want, Cassie." said Dice.

Cassie half coughed, choking on the words, faltering but just for a second. Her body was aching and she knew that only one thing would quell the agonizing need. Cassie Wilson needed to cum. She needed to be fucked. Moreover, she needed to be fucked now, and by this man. This man that had somehow manged to strip away all her pretenses and bring her down to her basic needs as a woman. At first she had felt degraded. He had used her and dismantled her ego. Gradually, he had complimented her, appraised her, shown her heights of body experience she did not know existed, adored her, made love to her with his hands and mouth, and in exploring her had taught her so much. Now, she stood lashed to a ring in a stable wall hovering on the brink of ecstasy, and all she had to do was ask for relief. 

Cassie spoke. "I want you to fuck me Dice. I want to feel your cock deep inside me. I want to cum, and I want you to cum in me. I want you to take your pleasure in me." 

Dice Jones stepped behind thirty-five-year-old Cassie Wilson and teased his cock head down the entire length of her wet pussy, grabbed her hips and pulled her back onto the nine inches of solid flesh and muscle. The first thrust was so strong that his balls slapped against the back of Cassie's thighs resoundingly. Cassie gasped and pushed backwards wanting all that she could get. The length and girth of Dice's cock was more than Cassie had ever encountered. On each inward thrust she could feel the head push against her cervix. His rhythmic, deep thrusts went on and on , and Cassie's vaginal muscles contracted at each thrust striving to milk the hot white fluid from his shaft. Her breath shortened her heart pumped, and her hips swayed in counterpoint to his reaching for every savage , sensual inch of him. She gripped him tightly as he pounded into her pussy, she was wanton and depraved in her movement and language.

"Fuck meeeeeeeeeeeee" "Deeper, I want you deeper!" "Fuck yeah rip me Dice!" 

She lost herself in the sweaty passion of the act and barely heard the grunt that signaled his release. His pelvis slammed against her ass and a string of hot, white fluid shot against her cervix. Her muscles clamped on to the shaft buried deep inside her and flexed furiously milking the seed from Dice Jones. Gradually his motions quieted and he laid against her back their sweat mingling until he slipped from the hot wet channel between her thighs.

Dice Jones walked to the ring to which the reins were tied and loosened them. He did not untie Cassie, and though she was surprised, she did not complain. Dice let enough of the leather strap slip between his fingers that the leash was long enough to allow Cassie to lie down on the straw covered floor of the horse stall. He tied it off tight smiled at her then left the stable.

Sometime around 6 a:m the following morning, Dice Jones went back into the stable and into the stall where he had left a well fucked Cassie Wilson. He looked down upon her naked body from the stall walked over and untied the reins that bound her, and waited for her to stir. When she awakened she was aware of his presence and spoke to him.

"Dice."

He cut her off immediately and firmly.

"Master.", he said.

She did not question. Dice looked directly at Cassie and gave her permission to speak.

Cassie said, "I want to give you something, Master."

He looked at her quizzically and watched as Cassie got to her knees and placed her forehead on the stall floor. He saw her reach between her legs and insert a finger into her sex. She reached behind her and ribbed the viscous fluid over the tight ring of her ass. He watched as she applied a little pressure and one finger then two penetrated her anal orifice. Dice's cock reacted to the eroticism he was witnessing. After a few moments of anal masturbation Cassie removed her fingers from herself and stretched her body out raising her ass higher. Her forehead still on the floor of the stall, she spoke again.

"I have nothing to give you but this virginity, Master, please take it. I love you."

Dice responded, "and I love you little one."

Phoenixrising 



The Breaking of Allison Ch. 01



Laying there in the oppressive heat of the room, her arms chained to the massive four poster bed, Allison let out a low moan as she felt the silver bullet pressed against her clit begin to start vibrating again. As soon as it did she tried to squeezing her legs together even tighter and pushed her hips off the bed desperately straining to cum.

"Oh Please," She whimpered knowing she sounded pathetic but unable to help herself at this point. 

Allison tried to work her thighs up and down but to no avail. Her legs were tied together at the knees so tightly she couldn't budge them at all. Allison gasped however, as she began to feel the first welcome twinges of orgasm flow through her loins, her thighs started to quiver and she arched her back, wincing as this caused the chains attached to the nipple clamps to pull tighter. Oh, yes! She thought despite the added pain the vibrator was lasting longer and she was going to...

The vibrator stopped.

"Oh, nooo!" Allison moaned pumping her hips in vain. 

Finally she gave up, slumping back into the bed. How long had she been left alone like this? That was at least the fifth time the vibrator had gone off. How long in between, fifteen minutes each? Allison had lost all track of time she swallowed hard; her throat was dry as a bone unlike the sweat soaked sheets she was lying on. The temperature in the room was close to a hundred degrees.

Allison pulled against the manacles that were holding her wrists hoping the sweat would give her enough play to possibly slide up a little. All this did was cause her shoulders to hurt more, at this point the aching in her shoulders was almost in perfect time to the throbbing sensation in her ass. Allison had been spanked so badly that she could still feel the stinging. 

Opening her eyes, well as far as they would anyways, between the sweat dripping into both of them and what had been squirted into her right one, she was lucky to be able to squint. Looking up into the mirrored ceiling Allison saw herself lying there, and let out a groan, she was naked of course, her normally ivory complexion flushed red from the heat and her black hair plastered to her forehead and parts of her cheeks.

Even in the reflection Allison could see the bruising around her pink nipples from the clamps, as well as the twisting of them. She was chained with her arms as far out to the side as they would go and her legs wrapped together with a belt. Everything hurt including her pussy which had endured the hardest fucking she could have ever imagined; it had been more like an attack than a sexual encounter.

Allison knew this wasn't the end, not by a long shot, at some point when he felt her will was worn down even further Mark would come back and the games would begin anew. As if that thought had cued it the vibrator started to hum against her over stimulated clit. Allison moaned loudly, despite the pain and humiliation as she had endured her body was being forced to want to cum. 

Allison closed her eyes trying not to push to cum it would do no good. What the hell was she doing here? More importantly why hadn't she quit yet? It would be so simple. All she had to do was say one word and it would be over, she would be untied and could go home. Go back to being the one in control. Who the hell needed this? This wasn't fun it was sadistic; trying to get Allison to break as she herself had broken so many boys. But she hadn't done it like this she...

"Ohhhhh," Allison whined as her orgasm once again approached just in time for the vibrating to stop. Slumping back panting once again, her parched throat burning Allison turned her head thinking she saw something move but realized it was a trick caused by the flickering of the half dozen or so candles that were lit on each side of the bed. It was still early afternoon or at least she thought it was but the one window in the room had been painted black. Allison jerked her head as she realized she was starting to sink into a daze of sorts and forced to herself to concentrate. To remember why she was here and what was on the line. Why she would not quit.

It had started two weeks ago at the office. Allison was doing well as an ad executive, last year bringing home close to sixty thousand, but wasn't getting much further. The boys club partners that were in front of her got all the big clients and kept it that way. Of course Allison with her long dark hair, emerald green eyes, and incredible figure, had gotten the "Give a little get a little" speech, but at this level she refused to whore herself so they could all talk about her. So she continued to work hard off and wait for her break.

That's when Alex Warner owner of Orion software, and notorious lady killer had called the agency asking specifically for her. Allison had been quite surprised seeing she had met Warner at a charity function the week before and when he blatantly hit on her she told him he was too old for her. Warner had laughed and with a wink had said he had known she'd say that. Allison hadn't quite liked the way he had said that but afterwards didn't give it much thought. Warner gave her an idea of what he wanted and a deadline of a week to get it done.

Allison worked her ass off and met with him last Saturday. Surprisingly Warner barely looked through the proposal before signing the contract. A $5,000 commission just like that! Warner offered her a drink and they each ended up having three after which he hit on her again. Between the commission and the buzz Allison was feeling pretty good so figured why not? Alex was a good looking guy and next to the young boys, players like Warner were her favorite type to toy with.

Allison had smiled at him telling him that he could start at her feet and if he were good, she would let him work his way up to her pussy then maybe even let him fuck her. Warner returned the smile telling her that if Allison was a good girl she could start on her knees and if she were lucky he would let her swallow it. Their eyes locked and Allison could feel him trying to impose his looks, charm, and will on her, probably worked well on the young girls. Never breaking eye contact Allison flashed her killer smile, slipped off her shoe, and put her bare foot on the table saying;

"Okay but you first." 

Warner had found this hilarious telling Allison she had not disappointed him. That's when things got weird. Warner told her that he had been watching her and that he knew about her "little pets" as he called them. Allison tried to play dumb but he then went on to name the last two boys she had been toying with. Warner assured her that he had no desire to tell anyone; to the contrary it was why she was here.

As Allison sat there feeling like she was in a story that started "Dear Penthouse", Warner explained to her that he belonged to a secret "Club" where all the members male and female alike were, at least thirty which Allison had turned last month, attractive, either very lucrative or with the potential of being so and the last requirement: sexually dominant. This club met once a month to have dinner then swap sex stories complete with home movies.

Allison had initially declined preferring to keep her exploits to herself. With a smile Warner dangled the ultimate carrot to Allison; advancement. Apparently the "Brothers and Sisters" of this club shared all their connections and could open doors for Allison that she couldn't on her own. According to Warner the average member's income doubled in the first year and from there? Who knew? Warner had said that the contract he had just given her was a drop in the bucket to what she could get further teasing by saying there was currently a member who could help her in her field directly and that Allison had even met her once.

Now interested Allison had asked the price. Nothing in life was free especially something like this. There was a catch of course. Each member must endure an initiation where they have to submit to a longtime member. According to the powers that be in this group a new member must prove that although dominate they can "know their place" and prove their worth. The goal of the initiation was to break the new member.

Allison had gotten a bit cocky telling Warner that if she needed to she could play demure and say "Sir" but break? Allison had been in the game a little too long for that. Warner grinned saying that's exactly the attitude that the initiation was to break her of. This initiation itself would consist of a "session" where she would be at the mercy of this member until she either quit or he felt that she "broke" sincerely.

Not liking the term session, Allison began to hedge after all she herself was what was referred to as a "Velvet Dom" the hardcore pain thing was not her scene. Sensing he was losing her Warner played the trump card; pulling an envelope from his desk he handed it over to Allison. When she opened it her eyes widened. It was a contract for her agency and Allison specifically to handle all of Orion's advertising. This contract alone was half of what she made all of last year. Warner told her he would sign it if Allison went through the initiation.

So at 8am this morning Allison started the five hour drive from New York to Providence Rhode Island for what would be a hardcore S&M session with a man named Mark. The only thing Warner had told her about Mark was that he was an attorney and that he had been in the group for several years. Her only contact with him had been a text message on Wednesday giving Allison a time of 2pm and the name of a bar; The Brass Rail.

During the drive Allison was alternately nervous, then upset at herself for being nervous. On the one hand she was not thrilled with the idea of submitting especially to someone that she didn't even know never mind whose sole purpose was to try to break her. Then again Allison was quite confident in her looks and her own brand of control. 

She was far from the scared young girls this guy was used to handling. There was no way out of sex, however as far as Allison was concerned the type of sex was definitely still up in the air. Allison's plan was to be playful and demure, offer this guy a hell of a ride and forget about all this "Breaking" stuff. They could just be two attractive people enjoying each other.

Allison was wearing a short red sundress that showed off not only her generous chest but quite a bit of her long shapely legs. Despite the heat she was wearing her long black hair down and was sporting her best slut red lipstick which matched her finger and toe nail polish. The finishing touch was a pair of 4" stiletto heels whose straps went almost all the way up to her knees. This ensemble coupled with her bright green eyes and her perfect full lips pushed out in a little girl pout would be more than enough to get her off the hook from the rough stuff.

Of course that was before she pissed Mark off. Allison arrived at the Brass Rail at 1:45 to find out that it was basically a hole in the wall biker bar. At 2:30 she was still sitting at the bar being ogled and pointed at by the half dozen or so hells angels types that were in there. Allison had been hit on twice while enduring several "you must be slumming." remarks. Having no way to get a hold of Mark Allison sat and did the best she could to ignore the stares, and lewd comments.

At quarter to three one of the guys playing pool sent her a drink then came and sat next to her. Unlike the rest of the crowd this guy was quite good looking albeit in the bad boy sense. Both arms shoulder to elbow were covered with huge tattoos of some type of demons and there was a pentagram charm hanging from the black chain around his neck. He was well muscled and despite a couple of days worth of beard Allison could see he had high cheek bones and his features were perfect, even a bit pretty. 

Speaking of pretty, his eyes were a gorgeous shade of golden brown with greenish highlights Allison had never seen a color exactly like them before. Looking at him she thought that if this were different circumstances and if he was few years younger she might even take him for a ride.

Allison thanked him for the drink and after staring blatantly at her tits he thanked her for the view. After another hopeful look at the door Allison told him she was waiting for someone. He had smirked saying of course she was, why else would she be dressed like that in a place like this? When Allison didn't answer he told her he'd been watching her for an hour and she was obviously stood up so why not have some fun?

Not being able to resist Allison had asked him if he thought he could be fun. Flashing a surprisingly pretty smile he told her that he could give her exactly what she was looking for. Returning his smile with a perfect one of her own, Allison told him sorry but she liked her men a bit younger, not to mention better dressed, shaved and much younger. With that she turned in her stool to face the door. The guy then asked her if she thought she was better than him. Without turning she replied; 

"No hon, just out of your league." As she spoke Allison picked up her cell phone to call Warner his answer stopped her in the middle of dialing; 

"You really are a proud whore aren't you Allison?" He asked softly.

Oh shit! Allison thought as she turned to look at him.

"Mark?" She asked already knowing the answer.

"You drove a long way to insult me Allison." He told her.

"You're um... not what I expected." He gave her the smirk again, as he signaled the bartender.

"And what did you expect? Warner?" He snorted. 

"Some smooth talking fag in a suit?" The bartender came over and Mark said;

"Three shots of jack." 

The bartender nodded, as he moved away Allison looked at him smiling sheepishly.

"Look let's start over I'm..."

"A proud whore, who needs to be taught some manners." Mark finished. 

He was surprisingly soft spoken and had said it calmly, but there was something in his tone that gave her a very uneasy feeling.

"Hey Mark," She began. "I'm sorry I really am."

"No," He shook his head. "You're not. Not yet anyways."

Allison sighed. She had played this game herself. Once the pet said something stupid it was all over she would have to try to play along for now. The bartender put the three shots down. Mark slid one over to her. As she picked it up Mark did his two in rapid succession.

"Um... Cheers." Allison poured the shot down her throat. The liquor burned down her throat helping to settle her nerves a bit.

"Ready?" He asked as he tossed a couple of twenties on the bar.

"Well shouldn't we talk about this?" She asked trying to stall.

"Trust me Allison you've said enough. I'm leaving, either follow me or take your sorry ass back to New York, maybe Warner's good enough for you." He sneered the name.

"I thought you guys were friends."

"Warner's a poser, he doesn't master his women, he buys them. Let's go."

Without waiting for a reply Mark got up and walked out. Allison followed him outside to where he was standing next to her red infinity.

"Get in your car. I'll be around in a minute."

"Yes sir." Allison said with a bit of a tone. Mark's smile sent another round of butterflies through her stomach.

"Oh, I am going to enjoy showing you your place Allison, yes I am."

He walked away once again leaving Allison cursing at herself. She had to remember she was on the other side. The trick was to say whatever she would want her pets to say, not smart off. Although they had started badly she was still holding out for a chance to get to him. A minute later an old but perfectly restored grey firebird pulled up alongside of her. Mark made sure she saw him before driving away. 

Allison followed him through the unfamiliar streets of Providence until they came to a building called the Promenade where Mark turned into the garage with her close behind. Mark parked and waved her into the spot next to him. As Allison pulled in, Mark got out of his car and walked away not even looking to see if she was following. Allison had to run to make the elevator that he was standing in with no intention of holding it for her.

"Thanks." She said sarcastically. Then realizing she had done it again added, "It's not easy to run in these."

As she said it, Allison bent her leg up to adjust the strap giving him a great shot down her dress. It didn't matter when she looked up he was staring off into space. They got off and Mark walked down the hallway without looking back. As Allison followed a sense of the surreal came over her. Was she really going to do this? It's not like she was a stranger to kinky sex by any means, but she was hundreds of miles from home about to enter the apartment of a man she didn't know and had already pissed off. Think of the contract she told herself as she had a dozen times in the days leading up to this.

The fact that Mark lived in a luxury condo building settled her nerves somewhat, he couldn't be that much of a maniac. Mark stopped at the last apartment on the left and after unlocking the door opened it standing aside for her. Allison took a deep breath and walked past him.

"Thank you sir." She said softly.

The apartment was large and well furnished with a huge eight foot window overlooking the city it was also quite cool, the air conditioning must be cranked all the way up she thought. Allison walked over to look out the window hoping Mark would check her out. Once again however he was looking everywhere but. Another standard trick letting her think he had no interest. Okay she told herself it's just sex maybe a little rougher than she was used to but still just sex. Walking over to the coffee table Allison removed her watch and bracelet, putting them down on the table.

"Take your shoes off." Mark said quietly. 

Allison bent over slowly unlacing them giving him another great shot of her full milky white tits. This time she didn't look up to see if he were watching. When she finished she kicked the shoes under the table and looked up at him. Mark was looking this time straight down at her feet with their deep red nails. He wasn't just looking down, he was staring. Foot Fetish? Taking a chance she playfully wiggled her toes. Mark let his eyes wander up her legs to eventually linger on her tits.

Allison raised her arms over her head taking her long hair up with them.

"All yours sir." She said in her best little girl voice. "Would you like me to turn around?"

Mark nodded. Allison turned in a slow circle as she did she gave her skirt a little flip up giving a glimpse the curve of her ass in her black lace thong . She turned back to face him and put her head down demurely this was her chance.

"I'm ready when you are sir."

"Then follow me." Mark said and walked down the hallway. They stopped in front of a door that had two symbols carved into it.

"Pleasure and pain," Mark said softly. "They can both be found behind that door it's just a question of which comes first." As he spoke he stared intently into her eyes.

"Now," He began, "I am required to tell you the rules. Once in that room you will refer to me as Master any other response will lead to pain. Understood?"

"Yes." Pain. Butterflies again.

"The safe word is cease. Say it and it ends, you will not pass but I will stop. You can only say it once, we will not start over."

"Yes." Allison replied. A safe word! This was not sounding good.

"This continues until either you quit or I feel you have been properly broken. Any questions? It's your last chance to speak freely."

Allison looked away from his eyes, and gave him a shy smile. Reaching up she put her hand on his arm.

"Listen Mark," She began as she lightly ran her nails up to his shoulder. "I'm sorry we got off on the wrong foot. I was just a little nervous."

"Understandable." He said, looking down at her tits. Oh yes, she thought I can do this.




The Breaking of Allison Ch. 01



"I mean I've never done anything like this before." As she said it Allison lowered her eyes, putting the lip out a little bit. She lightly ran her nails back down his arm.

"And I have to say you are quite sexy." She squeezed his arm. Damn it did feel good she thought. "So why don't we go into your bedroom, and you can lie back while this bad little girl make it all up to you." 

Allison moved her hand to his face. Mark leaned into it closing his eyes as she rubbed his cheek.

"Yeah, that's it," She cooed, "Just let me take good care of you. We can forget all this rough stuff and just have a good time. I'm so much more fun when I'm playful." She gave him the full power of her green eyes and pout, "Yes? Please sir?" 

At that Allison removed her hand from his face, lowered her head, closed her eyes and waited. A moment later Mark's hand gently touched the side of her face. Allison opened her eyes smiling at him as she rubbed her cheek into his hand. Mark's hand quickly shifted from her cheek to her chin. Holding it he tilted her head up so their eyes were only inches apart.

"You're a very attractive woman Allison. I'm sure to the frat boys you're something special but to me you're just another proud whore who doesn't know her place."

"I'm willing to learn sir." Allison began "I..." 

Mark squeezed her chin harder.

"Telling me you like them younger, well of course you do Allison. "You like them younger because their more controllable, because they've barely gotten their little cock's wet and they melt when they see a woman who's older and knows how to dress. You love it because you think you're more than they can handle." The smirk came back. "Truth is they're all you can handle." 

With that Mark let her chin go and stepping back put his hand on the door knob.

"Allison Saunders do you enter this room of your own free will?"

Here we go. Allison thought to herself taking a deep breath she looked him in the eye.

"Yes." 

Mark pushed the door open gesturing her in. With one final look into his eyes Allison stepped passed him into the room.

"Goddamn it's hot in here." She exclaimed. The thermostat on the wall just inside the door read 96. "Where's the air?"

Mark pushed her in the back sending her forward a step so he could close the door behind them.

"You're comfort is of no concern to me." He told her. "Go stand before the bed."

Allison turned her head away from the wall and for the first time saw the room she had entered.

"Oh shit." She whispered under her breath. 

Although it was daylight the room was full of shadows the only light coming from two huge candelabras one on each nightstand. The bed itself was an enormous four poster, the columns of which appeared to have carvings similar to those on his door. As Allison approached the edge of the bed she saw her reflection. The headboard was mirrored and as she stared she could see her back as well reflected in the mirror on the opposite wall over the bureau. 

Allison saw Mark behind her his back was to her but she could see his face his eyes were closed and his lips were moving as if he were speaking or judging by the room chanting to himself. Looking up she saw the ceiling over the huge bed was mirrored. Lowering her head Allison could now see there were paintings over each set of candles both appeared to be visions of hell. Standing there Allison was aware that she had already begun to sweat. 

"Turn around." Mark told her. Allison did as he said and stood looking at his back. Then noticed he was watching her in the mirror in which she could see his front but her back in the other one, the effect was confusing.

"Take your clothes off and sit on the edge of the bed." He said without turning to look at her. 

Allison hesitated then sliding the straps of the dress over her shoulders let it drop to the floor. Looking into the mirror she noticed he was looking down at something not even watching her. She quickly removed her bra then sliding her thong off sat on the bed.

"So much for foreplay." 

"Did I tell you to speak?" He asked still not looking over.

"No."

"From this point on you speak when spoken to, and when you do speak it will only be to answer me understood?"

"Yes sir." 

"Yes Master."

"Yes master." She corrected herself putting extra emphasis on the word Master.

Mark turned, and his hand moving faster than Allison could react to pinched her left nipple.

"Ow!" She yelped.

"Mind your tone whore." Mark told her turning back to the mirror. 

As she watched Mark took his shirt off. He was sweating as well, his muscular back glistening with it, Allison would have thought it sexy if his entire back wasn't covered with an enormous tattoo of some type of half man half goat thing. No, as Allison thought about she knew exactly what it was. Back in college she had done a paper on Satanism for psych class it was a Baphomet. With a sinking feeling in her stomach Allison realized this was a sick individual.. Mark kicked his shoes off and then spoke;

"Close your eyes."

"Yes master." Allison could feel him approach her, felt something slip around her neck.

"You're a very proud little whore Allison, but I will change that very shortly, open your eyes."

Allison did so seeing in mirror the black leather dog collar around her neck. Mark stepped in front of her, dangling from his hand was a chain link dog leash.

"It's time you were taught your place." He clicked the leash to the collar and taking a step back pulled on it hard.

"To your knees slut."

Not that she had a choice; he had pulled hard enough to yank her off the bed. Allison fell to her knees. Mark stepped back up to her and stood waiting expectantly. Knowing what he wanted Allison reached out to unsnap his jeans. Mark reached down with both hands pinching her nipples getting another yelp out of her.

"Since when does a fucking whore not ask her Masters permission?" 

Allison swallowed hard. Her hair was already sticking to her neck and that last pinch had really hurt. Just play along she told herself.

"Master, would you allow me the privilege of removing your cock, so that I may please you."

"Like you've ever pleased anyone other than yourself, but go ahead I'll let you try."

Allison hesitated for a moment making sure her tone would be right.

"Thank you, my Master is to kind."

Unsnapping his jeans Allison began to unzip them thinking that if she had to well then she would show him how good she was. Allison reached in to grab his cock but Mark slapped her hand away pulling it out himself.

"Oh, damn." She whispered. 

To say Allison had seen her share of cocks over the years would be an understatement, but the one in front of her right now was easily the biggest. It was huge, long and thick, damn thick. Allison wrapped her hand around it her fingernails barely touching, it occurred to her this thing could hurt. Noticing the look on her face Mark smirked.

"What's the matter? Been playing with the boys so long you forget what a real one looks like?"

"My Master is very impressive." Allison replied. She wasn't lying. She licked her lips slowly then remembering her part;

"It would be my pleasure if my..."

"Oh just shut up and suck it." Mark snapped grabbing the back of her head and shoving her face forward.

Allison opened her mouth and took it about halfway down. Mark let her head go as she started sucking him in, and out as far as she dared. Allison wasn't sure if she could take him all the way, as it was her mouth was full and there was plenty of him left. Allison kept her eyes turned down as she blew him. After a couple of minutes he sighed;

"That's better." He said softly. At that Allison looked up making a little noise in her throat thanking him for his approval. It was the wrong move.

"That wasn't a compliment you fucking slut!" He said. "It's just better than listening to your talking. Now stop playing and suck it, you know? Like you know what you're doing?"

Allison put her eyes back down, and picking up the pace also started stroking with her hand. After a couple of minutes at which point Allison began to wonder if he was even close to cumming. Mark said;

"You're fucking pathetic, do I need to do this myself?" 

Reaching down Mark roughly grabbed the back of her head and holding it still started fucking her mouth. Allison opened wider to take more of it, but he was pushing in deeper. Afraid she was going to gag she put her hands on his hips to try to stop him. Another wrong move, Mark let go of her head. This time her nipples didn't just get a pinch but a vicious twist that would have caused her to yell had her mouth not been stuffed with his cock.

"How dare you touch me!" 

Mark grabbed her hands and pinning them in one of his expertly wrapped the leash around them several times then pulled up holding her arms over her head with one hand. The other grabbed a handful of hair close to her scalp causing more pain. He tipped her head back while putting one leg up on the bed to force his huge prick down at a deeper angle then shoved it all the way down.

With her head at that angle and her mouth stretched to the limit, Allison was being forced to take him to the limit. Mark was fucking fast and hard, to the point she could feel her eyes watering, all the while holding her arms up so high her shoulders were starting to hurt. Oh god she thought please just cum.

"Look at you, you fucking pig! On the floor getting face fucked, and loving it. Don't let the boys do this do you?"

Allison stared up at him through her watery eyes, and tried to shake her head to answer.

"Did I tell you to fucking move?" She shook her head again. Oh fuck! She thought as soon as she had done it. Tricked at her own goddamn game.

"Proud and disobedient." Mark said letting go of the back of her head. "Fine then pay the price."

Mark pinched her nose shut. Allison froze; her eyes bulging was he kidding? To make it worse he started fucking her mouth again. It's a scare tactic. She told herself, but he had caught her before she could take a breath and she was already starting to panic.

"Look at me!" He snapped. 

Allison turned her eyes up to him again. At this point she had no doubt she looked scared. Mark looked into her eyes smiling coldly. Allison couldn't breathe; she heard a high pitched whine and realized it was her whimpering. Her blood was rushing to her head and her vision blurred. She tried to say cease around his cock but couldn't, he felt her try to speak though and letting her nose go also released her arms pulling his cock from her mouth.

"What was that?" He asked his smile widening.

Allison fell forward onto her hands and knees gasping. That's enough! Nothing was worth this bullshit he could have made her pass out or worse. She looked up with every intention of saying the word then telling him to go fuck himself. That was until she saw the expectant smirk on his face.

"Were you trying to tell me something whore?"

Allison stared at him feeling her anger rise. Fuck him. Taking another couple of breaths, she looked him in the eye and spoke;

"I was simply trying to thank you for teaching me a valuable lesson Master."

Mark gave a slight nod as if approving of her decision to continue. Reaching down he unwrapped the leash from her hands and unhooked it from the collar, grabbing her shoulders he pulled her up to her feet. Damn he's strong she thought. Mark looked at her shaking his head.

"That was a good answer Allison. Too bad your eyes weren't telling me what your mouth was. Oh no, Allison that look won't do, not at all. Let's try again."

With no warning he wrenched her shoulders spinning her completely around. Allison tripped and would have fallen had he not caught her; by the back of her hair. Another red hot stab of pain went through her scalp as he used her hair to turn her rest of the way and shove her into the bed. The bed was set high and Allison was bent over just past her waist, she was now facing the headboard mirror and watching him step up behind her realized the bed was exactly the height of his cock.

Taking that cock Mark put it on her ass, the tip stopping just shy of the cats eyes tattoo at the small of her back.

"Nice tattoo." He said softly.

"Thank you Master." 

"The bright color looks good on your sickly skin. Don't you agree?"

Allison knew something was coming but had no choice.

"My Master is right of course."

"Good. Then let's add some more." 

Mark reached all the way up and brought his hand down in a vicious slap that sounded like a shot in the quiet room. 

"Oh god!" Allison cried out. Oh that stung.

"See doesn't that look better?" 

Reaching forward he pulled Allison by the hair bringing her face up to look into the mirror Mark stepped to the side so she could see her ass in the opposite mirror. The right cheek was sunburn red with a huge welt the shape of his hand already rising on it. Allison winced not just at the sight of it, but the fact it was also still stinging.

"Of course Master."

"What no thanks?" 

Mark whipped the same hand back around catching the left side of her ass backhanded.

"Thank you!" She yelped. In the mirror Mark rolled his eyes;

"Thank you master. Let's try again." He slapped her again.

"Thank ..oww!"

Mark proceeded to deal her a series of short quick slaps. They came faster than she could count, each one stinging more than the one before, and adding to the overall pain. After several of them Allison began crying out;

"Thank you Master! Thank you oh thank youuuuu!" 

The last one ended in a whimper as he dealt her a particularly hard one. Finally he stopped and Allison let her head drop to the bed panting she could feel the cheeks of her ass throbbing. Mark grabbed her hair pulling her head up again.

"Did I say look away? Do I need the leash?"

"No Master."

Mark began to slap his cock on her ass hard enough to make it sting more. Then taking it he put the head at her pussy and pushed in just a little.

"You don't seem that wet. Do I not excite you?"

"Of course! My Master is quite attractive I.. ohhhhh!!!" Allison gasped as he slammed his prick all the way in.

"Don't bother, it just would have been easier on you if it were wet." He told her. 

Oh my god! Was he deep Allison thought, her pussy had never felt so full. Mark held it there for a minute then once again grabbing her hair said;

"Put your hands behind your back."

Allison did and winced as when she put her hands back she was being held up by her hair. Mark once again grabbed her wrists in one hand. Pulling back on her arms, as well as her hair Allison was lifted up off the bed, just her sore nipples rubbing on the sheets. Once in that position Mark slid his cock most of the way out, paused for moment then began fucking the shit out of her.

"Oh, ow!" Allison tried not to make any noise but couldn't help it. 

His cock alone was hurting her never mind her shoulders and the pulling of her hair.

"What no thank you for allowing a filthy slut like you to have the pleasure of my cock?" He asked. Before she could reply Mark let go of her hair to slap her ass again hard.

"Ow! Th.. thank you M-Master!" Allison stammered out as he started fucking her even harder. 

He had pulled her higher by her arms so that he was entering at an even deeper angle. Was he ever going to cum? Trying a different tactic Allison forced herself to start mixing in small sounds of pleasure in between the groaning and thanking him.

"Yeah you like that big cock you little pig?"

"Y-yes Master. I'm glad that my Master has chosen to fuck me with his beautiful... uh!" She grunted as he really reared back and slammed her. 

"You think I want to fuck you? I'm only dirtying my cock in your disgusting pussy because I got sick of that pathetic attempt at a blow job you were giving me!"

"I'm s-sorry Master." Allison groaned out then followed it with a moan a real one this time. 

She was getting used to him at this angle and despite the pain in the rest of her body was beginning to enjoy his huge cock stuffing her she had never been fucked this hard. Never mind his control, as he was still showing no signs of even being close to cumming. Mark pulled her back even more to the point she was almost standing. 

Facing the mirror she could see he had leaned back and had one arm braced on the bureau behind him and was himself at an angle driving his hips up into her while still holding her up. The muscles in both his arms were bulging impressively their bodies were slicked with sweat Allison let out another moan.

"Oh, thank you Master." She whispered almost meaning it.

"Yeah you like that my little whore?"

"Oh yes!" Allison cried out, the fact that she did was making it easier to stay in character. 

"Thank you Master."

"Well that's no good Allison. I'm supposed to be enjoying not you. Apparently I'm not being harsh enough on you and I haven't even cum yet so you're sure as hell not pleasing me."

Mark pulled himself out of her and stepped back. Allison was forced back with him as he was still holding her arms. As he held her Mark reached back and grabbed something from the bureau. Letting go of her arms he reached around. Watching in the mirror Allison's eyes widened and she groaned to herself as he attached a set of wicked looking nipple clamps to her. Mark turned the screws until she let out a low whimper.

"Does that hurt?"

"Yes Master." She hissed out between her teeth. Then yelped out loud as he gave the screws another turn.

"That's in case you were lying and this..." Allison cried out louder this time as he turned them again. "Is for not telling me you're sorry when I said I wasn't pleased."

"I'm sorry master!"

"From this point on anytime you act up I will give them a turn." 

He grabbed Allison by the collar holding her head up so she was looking into his face in the mirror.

"Understood?"

"Yes Master." She answered immediately.

"Good. Trust me Allison you would be surprised how much they can be squeezed, so be a good little whore." He smiled coldly at her.

"Now you're going to crawl up onto the bed and lie on your back for me. Think you can do that?"

"Of course Master." Allison leaned onto the bed putting one knee up to crawl across it.

"Hold on." Mark said "I almost forgot something.

As he spoke Mark reached up to the column on the right and pulled a small silver chain. There was a click as a small door located in each of the four columns slid open. As they did a length of chain ending in a manacle fell out of each one onto the bed.

"Jesus Christ." Allison said softly. Then let out a cry that was close to a scream as he hauled off and gave her a wicked slap on her swollen ass.

"Never use that name in here!" He shouted at her. Reaching around her he gave each screw a turn.

"Oh I'm so sorry!!" She all but whined. 

Allison was scared. During the time they had been here as nasty as he had been Mark had seemed calm and controlled, now looking at him in the mirror he looked crazy, the candle light reflecting in the mirror made his eyes look as if they were glowing.

"Now crawl your slutty ass onto the bed and roll over." He said.

Allison hesitated. He was sick. Really sick, if he chained her down she would be helpless. He had already tried to suffocate her. She closed her eyes, it was just a game. This guy was an attorney not a serial killer it was for show it...

"Crawl or quit." This was followed by another smack to her ass.

"Yes Master." Allison got her other knee up and crawled across the bed.

"Good little slut." Mark told her.

Allison went up almost to the headboard and turned over onto her back wincing as she let her weight go on her ass. Mark remained at the foot of the bed looking at the chain nearest him as if measuring. Reaching out he grabbed her ankles pulling her down to the middle of the huge bed. Letting go he picked up the manacle holding out his other hand.




The Breaking of Allison Ch. 01



"Give me your foot." Allison swallowed and unable to help herself whispered;

"Please don't hurt me."

Mark rolled his eyes in disgust.

"Typical poser, you love to make them beg but can't handle much yourself."

Mark held his hand out again. Once again she hesitated knowing she would probably pay a price for it instead he said quietly;

"This is what you make of it Allison. Pain or pleasure you will endure only what you choose to."

His voice was soft again and he seemed calmer than before. Slowly Allison lifted her leg and put her foot in his hand. Mark clipped the manacle around her ankle and tightened it. Allison placed her other foot in his hand without him asking.

"Good girl." He said softly.

Walking around the bed Mark leaned over and taking her right hand put the cuff around her wrist. When he went for her left Allison pulled it away, panicking suddenly.

"No," She shook her head at him. Mark twisted the screw on her right nipple.

"Nooo," She whimpered. Mark stared coldly at her.

"There's only one word that will result in anything but more and we both know you want to say it Allison, I told Warner you were a poser, now prove me right."

Allison closed her eyes. Warner, contract, $30,000, that arrogant smirk was back on Mark's face. Allison opened her eyes and put her left hand out. Mark nodded as he attached it to her wrist, walking back to the foot of the bed, he stood looking at her with that smug look on his face again.

"How do you look?" He pointed to the mirrored ceiling 

"Like an unworthy whore." Allison answered properly but thinking;

Piece of shit! Getting off on this, she was here because she had to be otherwise she wouldn't as much as spit at him.

"Once again good answer Allison, but very insincere, that's okay I can take care of that." 

Mark reached up to the left column and pulled another chain. Allison gasped as she felt the chains pull her arms up and out as far as they could go. Oh my god! She thought I'm on a fucking rack! Mark smiled at the look on her face, going over to the other column he grabbed another chain Allison's legs were pulled to the sides as Mark continued to pull, her legs kept spreading open even further. She let out a groan as they were forced into a complete split.

"Oh please," Mark sneered. "Fucking skank like you should be used to spreading them."

Allison was laying completely spread eagle, not only feeling totally helpless but for the first time in her life as Mark stared at he she felt ashamed of her nakedness. Mark bent his knees slightly and from that position jumped straight up onto the bed landing on the edge perfectly balanced. His cock as it had been from the start was rock hard. Mark walked across the bed, one leg on either side of her then dropped to the bed his knees just under her arms he leaned over onto his hands his cock pointed directly at her mouth.

"Let's get it wet this time."

Allison obediently opened her mouth and with no hesitation Mark started driving his cock in and out of her face. Once again he was going all the way in and with her head against the bed she had nowhere to go. At one point she almost gagged. Balancing himself on one hand Mark turned the screw on first the right then the left nipple. 

"Don't you dare." He said as Allison squealed around his cock.

After several more pumps Mark pulled his cock out and backing up positioned himself over her pussy. He paused looking into her eyes then entering her with one smooth thrust began fucking the shit out of her.

"Oh goddamn!" She exclaimed unable to help herself as he pounded into her. 

Allison legs were spread so wide that he was going in right up to his balls. Mark was holding himself up over her using his powerful legs and hips to slam into her. 

"Oh th-th- thank you." She managed to get out as he continued assaulting her.

That's what this was she thought; this wasn't sex it was an attack. Mark's head was just over hers their eyes were only inches apart. Even though he was fucking her relentlessly there was no expression on his face as if he weren't enjoying it at all. With a start Allison wondered if this was what it was like to be raped. Unable to control it Allison was yelping with each thrust and this time there was no hint of pleasure in it at all.

"Oh does that hurt my little whore?"

"N-No Master. Thank you."

"It feels good?"

"O-of course my Master feels good." He shook his head.

"Then I am being too gentle, it's supposed to hurt." With that he somehow found away to go harder.

"Oh please!" Allison gasped. Then yelped as that got her another twist of the clamps one at a time.

"Please Master!" 

"Please what?"

"Easy Master please!" Allison begged. "It hurts!"

"Now it hurts?" 

"Y-yes Master."

She stuttered. Oh how it hurt! He was driving into her so hard she could feel herself sinking into the bed with each pump. This guy was a fucking animal! Mark leaned over into her ear and whispered;

"See now I don't believe you. Now I think you're lying. Guess we have to give it to you harder."

Mark started lifting himself further out of her all the way to the tip then back down. Ten plus inches of cock being repeatedly slammed into her.

"Ohhh," She was whining at this point and couldn't help it.

"Yeah?" He asked looking in her eyes. "You don't like being taken? Too bad because this is exactly the way fucking whores like you deserve it! Proud little cockteaser; playing with the boys, getting what you need then kicking them out. Toying with them then making them beg."

Mark lowered himself to his elbows still driving savagely in and out with his hips; he grabbed her chin pushing her head up.

"Watch yourself being taken!"

Allison stared up at the ceiling. Her legs were spread out, she could see the muscles in his back and ass flexing as he slammed her. Allison herself was a mass of sweat, her hair stuck to her face, and she looked scared as hell.

"Oh please Master, oh it hurts! It does!"

"Ohh, I like that Allison. Who's begging now? No fun when it's you and not the boys." He leaned over further. Once again, whispering in her ear. "Lucky for you there's rules or I'd have found a couple of your little playmates and let them come in and take turns on you. Have a nice little gangbang, make you fuck and suck until you were so used up you couldn't walk. Make you thank them for it."

This image must have gotten to him as finally Allison could hear his breathing start to speed up and his arms were tensing, he was finally going to cum. He sped up even more banging in and out of her, Allison was beyond even moaning, instead making tiny little sounds in her throat. He grabbed her chin again and looked into her eyes.

"Say it!" He snarled at her. Allison knew even he couldn't hold back much longer, and summoning up the last of her will whispered:

"Thank you Master. For showing this unworthy whore what it's like to be taken by a real man." 

Mark's eyes widened slightly, he had thought he'd had her. Not only hadn't she broken but he was going to cum she could feel it, he was starting to let out a couple of small gasps of his own. Gaining a little confidence Allison forced a pout saying softly;

"Oh, thank you Master."

Mark gave her several more hard pumps, then pulling out squeezed his cock, and once again straddled her face. Allison opened her mouth expecting to be made to swallow but instead. Mark grabbed her mouth forcing it shut.

"As if I'd let you taste it!"

Mark jerked his cock off into her face. The first spurt hit her directly in her right eye. Allison tried to turn her head but he was holding her chin. First she couldn't wait for him to cum now Allison wondered if he would ever stop. Spurt after spurt was hitting her face, going into her hair, she had closed her eyes in time to avoid her other eye being hit. Finally he stopped jerking and taking his cock started rubbing it all over her face spreading the cum around even more, mixing it with the sweat she was already covered with. When he was finished he leaned back and told her.

"Open your eyes." 

Allison did and looked up into the mirror. At the mess she had become.

"Maybe we could get some pictures, send them to your parents. I'm sure they would be proud."

Mark got off the bed and stared down at her. He looked as if he were waiting for something. Oh shit! Allison thought,

"Thank you M... Oww!" Mark turned the clamps shaking his head.

"Give you the honor of cumming on you and I have to wait for a thank you."

"Sorry master."

"Not yet, but were getting there."

Mark walked around the bed and opening a nightstand drawer removed something from it. Making his way back to the foot of the bed he released Allison's ankles.

"Thank you Master." She got out quickly.

Ignoring her Mark knelt between her legs. As he did Allison saw he had a small purple silver bullet vibrator in his hand. Spreading her pussy open he placed it directly on her clit.

"Close your legs."

Allison obeyed. Was he really going to let her cum? She was surprisingly horny considering the way she had been treated. Was this how her pets felt? That mix of humiliation and lust? Mark grabbed her ankles and crossed them. Reaching down to the floor he picked up the belt he had been wearing and wrapped it around Allison's knees. He pulled it until Allison grunted then fastened it.

"Don't want that to fall out now do we?"

"Thank you Master. I..." Allison let out a long moan as the vibrator kicked on. It was on low but was pressed tight against her clit after only a couple of minutes she could feel her body beginning to tense up. Not wanting to risk it, Allison immediately spoke up.

"Oh Master may I please cum?"

Mark shrugged;

"That's up to you. If you can, go ahead."

"Thank you Master!" Allison exclaimed. 

She moaned again oh here it is! She began to arch her back and... The vibrator shut off. Allison gasped. Mark smiled wickedly.

"Guess not." 

He held up a small box Allison recognized as some type of remote timer. Mark walked over to her placing the remote on the night stand next to her.

"I have to go shower your stink off of me. Hopefully this will keep you entertained while I'm gone."

Mark walked away as he opened the bedroom door he stood there for a moment.

"Damn it's cool out here." 

He swung the door back and forth once causing a slight breeze to reach Allison, oh that air felt good! Mark looked at her smiling;

"Don't worry hon I'll be back, maybe even tonight. Try not to wet the bed will you?"

Mark left closing the door behind him. Allison slumped into the bed grimacing with disgust as some of his cum slid down her cheek. She lied there and closed her eyes; between her legs the vibrator began to hum.



The Breaking of Allison Ch. 02



As Allison replayed the events of how she had ended up chained to the bed like some pathetic slave, she cursed herself for being stubborn. Should have just tried faking it, it's not like Mark could have been any worse to her. But no! Not only had Allison not played along but she had openly defied him twice. Both times responding properly but while staring him in the eye showing Mark that she was playing along, that he had not broken her. Yeah, Allison thought as a drop of sweat mixed with worse dripped into her eye causing her to close both of them, she had shown him alright.

Her eyes remaining closed Allison lied there trying to tell herself it couldn't last much longer. The vibrator started to hum again. At this point Allison simply lied there not pressing for the orgasm she knew would elude her, even when her thighs started to shake again. This time she barely sighed as it stopped. Finally after what seemed an eternity Allison heard footsteps outside the door. As she listened closer however she felt her heart begin to race it sounded like too many footsteps, as if more than one person was approaching. This suspicion was confirmed when she heard Mark outside the door speaking to someone. The words sent a sinking feeling into her stomach;

"Okay here's the rules boy's it's one at a time but you can go as many times as you like. If you don't think you can get it up again just shove it in her mouth, she's a hell of a fluffer."

No! Allison thought horrified. He couldn't do this he said there were rules there were...

As the door began to swing open Marks voice was louder.

"Oh and by the way if she forgets to thank you, make sure you give her tits a good hard twist."

The door swung open and Mark entered then stepped to the side as four young men entered the room one after another all staring hungrily at her all naked; naked and ready.

"So who's first?" Mark asked.

"Cease!" Allison gasped out as the first man a tall well built blond that was hung like a horse approached the bed.

"What did she say?" He asked.

"She said Please." Mark told him. "Now get on the bed and fuck her like I'm paying you to."

"Cease!!!!" Allison wailed. "Oh please..."

Allison's eyes snapped open and she jerked so hard on the chains that she cried out from the pain it caused in her shoulders.

"Oh god!" She gasped her heart pounding in her chest. 

Allison tried to catch her breath as sucking in mouthfuls of the hot air hurt her already raw throat. She couldn't believe she had nodded off like that but thank god that had only been a dream. Mark had threatened her with a gangbang and she was borderline delirious at this point.

"Bad dream?" 

Mark's voice caused her to start again. Allison forced her head up to look and saw Mark standing at the foot of the bed or thought she did as when he stepped forward he disappeared. Allison blinked, and shook her head it had been his reflection in the mirror he must be behind or at the side of the bed. The room was so dark beyond the candles she had no idea how big it really was.

"Over here whore." 

As he spoke Mark stepped out from the shadows but only halfway. As if drawn perfectly down the middle one half of his body was visible the other shrouded in darkness. Mark stared at her for a minute and Allison wondered how long he had been there and on the heels of that thought wondered if she had yelled the word "cease" out in her sleep which could mean this was over. All this would be for nothing. 

"Actually to be dreaming you have to be asleep, you're eyes were half open." He said stepping out of the shadows.

Mark was naked and his hair was wet, as was most of his skin as if he had just taken a shower and not dried off. He was carrying a bottle of water, and as she watched him he walked over next to her. After taking a couple of swallows he placed the bottle on the nightstand next to her. Allison licked her dry lips wanting the water as bad as she wanted to cum. Mark walked away and stopping at the foot of the bed leaned over to undo the belt.

"Only three hours and hallucinating already," He grunted. "Hell I went a day and a half before I started losing it. Then again," He smirked. "This room does have that effect on soft little pretenders like you."

Mark removed the belt and put it on the edge of the bed his cool damp hands felt great on her hot flesh and Allison found herself hoping he'd run his hands over her.

"And it is pretty hot in here," He said, and then made a show of sniffing the air. "Fucking stinks in here too. Smells like your nasty pussy."

"Sorry master." Allison managed to whisper.

"And did you cum my little whore?" He asked.

"No Master." She whispered hoarsely her voice was fading.

"Well that's your fault I gave you enough chances." As he spoke he reattached the manacles then tugged on the chain pulling her legs open again. Mark walked over to the side of the bed and picked up the remote.

"No wonder." He said. "It was on low." With that he took his thumb and turned the dial all the way up.

"Ohhhh!" 

The vibrator kicked in much faster than last time. Allison began panting, eagerly thrusting into it. A moment later it fell away as her legs were no longer holding it.

"Nooo!" She moaned.

"No?" Mark gave the screws a turn causing her to yelp. "It's my fault that it fell out of that loose pussy of yours?" 

"O-of course not Master."

Mark walked back around getting onto the bed lying between her legs. Unable to hold it up for any length of time Allison's head was flat on the bed but she could watch him in the mirror. Mark stopped with his face inches from her pussy. Spreading her lips he leaned forward blowing lightly on her clit. Allison groaned her hips twitching.

"Someone's close to cumming. Wouldn't take much would it?"

"No Master."

"Mmmm." Mark sounded as if he were thinking. "Now isn't one of the games you play with your pets is that when your close you try to get them to keep you on the edge and if you cum quick they have to start over?" 

"Yes master." Oh why did this not sound good?

"You know, when I was a lot younger, I used to have an older woman do that to me and if I screwed up my punishments were a lot harsher than simply starting over. Needless to say I became very good at it." He looked up into the mirror and winked at her. "Let's see if I still have the touch."

For what seemed like the next hour Mark lied between her thighs alternately fingering, licking and using the vibrator on her pussy. To Allison's chagrin he still had the touch. She was so close her thighs had been trembling continuously. Mark would suck her clit several times then stop, and place the vibrator on for thirty seconds or so. It was everything Allison could do to hold onto enough pride not to whine. The several times she had almost cum he had stopped her just in time. Whenever he stopped he would slide up and shove his cock in her mouth again, her throat was so dry it hurt every time he did. After that he would just lie there giving her body time to calm down before starting again. Allison was in a stupor, the heat, the pain but also the lust, the entire room did smell of sex, her sex.

Mark was back to slowly licking her pussy, he had an amazingly soft teasing touch with his tongue, and she could feel herself getting close yet again she wanted to beg to cum, but the time before she had and had received another turn of the screws. However this close she could not help moaning loudly, her thighs were trembling as she was straining, and trying to force the orgasm she had never need to cum so badly. Mark stopped again after she let out a long whimper he spoke;

"What's the matter Mistress don't like your own game?"

"I,.,OHH" Allison gasped as he flicked his tongue across her incredibly sensitive clit.

"Isn't this what you do to your little boys Allison? Tease the shit out of them?"

"Y-yes Master." She groaned out as he placed the vibrator on her again.

"You let them play with you, make you cum then keep teasing. Use your pussy and your mouth get them to the point their begging just like I'm doing to you isn't that right?" 

Holding the vibrator to one side of her clit Mark used his tongue on the other side. Allison's hips jerked off the bed she had never had that done to her before and in her present state... Mark pulled away and reaching up flicked her nipple with his finger sending a wave of pain through her.

"Did you just move?"

"I'm sorry Master I..." 

"Isn't that what you do Allison? Lie them back and use that pretty little mouth of yours and when they lose control like they always do, like they can't help at their age you punish them don't you?"

"Yes Master." She whispered softly. 

Mark sucked her clit into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it.

"OHHHH Please Master." She moaned as somewhere in the back of her head the deviant side of her thought he really was fucking good with that tongue.

"Please Mistress is what they say." He said stopping again. 

With that he looked up at her in the mirror and smiled.

"And do you let them cum my mistress?"

Oh no! She thought oh please at this point Allison was even begging in her head.

"Y-yes I..." She trailed off.

"But not all the time, isn't that right Mistress? Sometimes they have to suffer don't they?

He paused as their eyes met in the mirror. Allison let a long whimper knowing how this was going to end.

"Well?" He asked.

"Sometimes I don't let them." She whispered in resignation. 

Mark nodded.

"Well then how does it feel Mistress?" 

Saying that Mark made to push away from her, and Allison felt herself lose control.

"Oh no please Master please don't tease me anymore ohhhh!" 

Mark began quickly licking her clit bringing her to the edge before stopping yet again.

"Nooooo!" She was practically sobbing at this point. "Oh please Masterrrrr!"

"Why should I? Why should I have mercy when you had none?"

"Because I..." Allison started then knowing there was no real reason simple groaned;

"Ohh because I need to ohh please have mercy Master please."

"I have to say Allison that wasn't bad. You sound just like one of those pathetic little kids." 

Mark blew lightly on her clit.

"Tell you what the next time you get close. I want you to start thanking me. If it sounds sincere maybe I'll let you. If it doesn't I'll quit and fuck you again instead. You get one chance."

Mark roughly shoved two fingers into her sore pussy and began pumping them in and out rapidly; as he did he started sucking her clit in and out of his mouth in the same rhythm. Oh yes!! Allison could feel her orgasm rapidly approaching and started thanking him in advance.

"Oh thank you Master!" She cried out. "Thank you for letting me cum!" The hell with pride!

Mark sped up as the strongest orgasm of Allison's life began to flow through her, arching her back so hard her arms and legs tightened against the chains enough to lift herself off the bed. Her shoulders throbbed and it caused the nipple clamps to tighten but the pain seemed to add to the pleasure. Between the power of the orgasm and the fear of him stopping in the middle Allison was screaming as loud as her sore throat would let her.

"Thank you!!! Oh Master thank youuu!! Thank ohhh!!" 

The orgasm lasted for well over a minute wave after wave of pent up pleasure crashed though her she had never cum this hard! Mark continued to lick as Allison pumped her hips into him not caring if she'd get punished for it, another smaller orgasm exploded after the first one. Allison tried to get out another thank you but her voice was all but gone. When it was over Allison went limp, collapsing back onto the bed, panting and so dizzy from the heat and the orgasm she felt as if she were going to pass out. 

Mark got off the bed and walking over next to her picked up the bottle of water. He took a sip then held it up to her.

"Would you like a drink?" 

"Yes." She croaked out her voice all but gone. "Yes please Master." 

"Well then let me give you one."

Mark took the bottle, poured some of the water onto his cock and grabbing the back of her head shoved it into her mouth. His cock was cold in her parched mouth and Allison found herself eagerly sucking the water off of him. Mark pulled his cock out most of the way and poured some water onto it letting run down the length of his shaft into her mouth. Allison was drinking from his cock and could care less how bad it was all she knew was how bad she needed it. Mark took it away from her.

"Want more?"

"Yes please Master."

"Here you go."

Mark held the bottle up pouring the water onto her face. Allison sputtered as the water got into her eyes and nose, but she couldn't believe how good the cold felt. Mark took the last few sips himself then smirked at her.

"I get no thank you?"

"Master I'm sorry I.."

"I'll show you sorry." He reached down and gave another turn to the screws.

"Oh god!" She cried out "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry"

He looked at her shaking his head in disgust.

"Sorry is right. Actually a fucking mess is what you really are. Your stinking up my fucking bedroom aren't you?"

"Yes master." She agreed.

"Dirty little slut." He said. "Now I'm going to have to clean you up."

Reaching down he removed the clamps. Allison's breath hissed as the feeling started coming back to her nipples. Moving around the bed Mark released the cuffs from her. 

"Sit up." He told her.

Slowly Allison sat up she was sore, dizzy, and still reeling from the power of the orgasm. She was unsure if she'd be able to walk. Mark grabbed the leash from the end of the bed and clipped it to her collar.

"Get on your hands and knees, were going for a walk."

Allison stared at him. There was no fucking way. 

"Master, I don't want..." He cut her off.

"Don't want to?" He reached down with both hands twisting her extremely sore nipples making her yelp again.

"Let's try again." 

Allison glared at him shaking her head. She would not do this. Mark pulled on the leash; she held herself back and didn't move. He rolled his eyes

"The floor or the door slut it's your choice."

Mark held the leash up again and after staring briefly into his eyes Allison let herself slide off the bed onto her hands and knees.

"Let's go."

With a tug Mark began to walk, with a slight whimper Allison began to crawl next to him. Oh god, she thought what the hell am I doing? This was too much; just say the fucking word Allison told herself. Instead she continued to follow him to the door. When they left the bedroom the air conditioning struck her like a slap. God that felt good. Mark tugged on the collar and walked her down the corridor. Allison could feel how red she was, crawling naked across the floor on a leash. Mark stopped.

"Up on your knees."

As Allison obeyed, Mark reached down grabbing his cock. Taking her cue Allison obediently leaned forward to suck on it; he became hard quickly and after a minute pulled his cock away.

"Back on all fours" 

"Good little puppy." Mark told her and resumed walking down the corridor. 

Allison crawled alongside until they reached the bathroom. Mark pointed at the toilet.

"Go if you have to."

Mark turned to the shower starting the water. Totally humiliated but unable to help it, Allison sat on the toilet going quickly hoping he wouldn't turn around. Without looking he said over his shoulder.

"Don't bother wiping. I have to wash that filthy thing anyways."

Allison stood up as Mark gestured to the shower. When she got in the water was shockingly cold. Mark removed the leash from her collar but grabbing both her wrists expertly wrapped it around them and reaching up over the showerhead placed the loop on a hook he looked down to see Allison was still on her feet he grabbed the chain again lifting a few more inches so that she was on her tip toes then locked it in.

"Owww." She groaned, her shoulders hurting as well as her leg muscles from staying on her toes. Mark stepped in behind her and began washing her not sensually but quickly, roughly with a harsh wash cloth that hurt her skin as he scrubbed. Allison winced as he scrubbed her pussy scratching her clit with the cloth. When he reached her tits he was just as rough giving each nipple a pinch through the cloth. Mark spun her on the chain to face him and pulling her directly under the ice cold water rinsed her off. 

Mark then pushed her back away from the water sliding the chain further along the hook so her back was up against the wall. As she stood straining to keep her toes on the floor to take the pain away from her shoulders, Mark got under the water and washed himself. He took his time seemingly unaffected by the cold. Allison on the other hand was shivering badly. Finishing rinsing himself Mark reached down and grabbing Allison underneath the knees lifted her up and onto his cock.

Mark began fucking her up against the wall driving into her as hard as he could. Stepping back he pulled Allison with him until her arms were stretched against the leash. He was fucking her almost sideways easily holding her weight up.

"At least I can't get your stink on me like this and you finally got that cum off your face." He told her, then leaning forward put his mouth on her incredibly sore right nipple and began to suck on it. 

Allison moaned then yelped as he used his teeth on her nipple and drove into her harder. Mark let her down spinning her around so her back was to him. Once again lifting her by her thighs he placed her feet against the wall so her knees were drawn up to her tits and entered her from behind.

"Oh my god!!" Allison yelled as he started to fuck her. Oh he was fucking deep like this. Mark pinched both her nipples again.

"Stop your whining." He snapped in her ear. 

Mark continued to slam her then suddenly pulled out and let her drop back onto her toes, sending a searing pain through her shoulders. Shutting off the water he reached up, unhooking her from the wall then handed her the leash. Taking her cue Allison hooked it back to the collar and got down on the floor adding;

"Thank you for cleaning me Master." 

"I did it for my own benefit." He said "You were stinking up the bedroom."

Mark walked her back to the bedroom where he told her to get back onto the bed on her hands and knees facing the mirror at the foot of the bed in that mirror she could see the reflection of her ass in the headboard mirror it was still sunburn red. Getting on the bed behind her Mark grabbed her wrists, putting them behind her back and wrapping them with the leash. Then grabbing her ankles tied them with the belt. Letting her go Mark came around to the edge of the bed.

In this position Allison couldn't hold her head up she was face down on the bed. Mark lifted her up by the hair and pushed his cock into her mouth. Holding her head still he slowly pumped it in and out several times.

"Get it nice and wet." He told her. "It's for your own good if you do."

Mark pulled it away and got onto the bed behind her. Reaching out he pulled on the leash just over her wrists lifting her up to face the mirror. As she watched Mark took his huge prick and put the tip directly against her ass.

"No," Allison whispered. "Please no."

Allison had worried about this, she hadn't had anal sex since college, and that had only been a couple of times with a boyfriend. Now as he was right there she realized he had not touched it at all, hadn't wanted to stretch it out. Between her being tight and his size she knew it was going to;

"Oh that hurts." She moaned as he pushed it in a couple of inches.

Mark looked at her in the mirror.

"Then say it."

"Please master just not this anything but ohhh," Mark slid his cock all the way in. Allison tried to put her head down so he couldn't see her face but he was holding the leash. Her eyes were all but bugging out of her head. Oh that hurt so badly! She could practically feel herself tearing. Allison bit her lip so she wouldn't say it.




The Breaking of Allison Ch. 02



"That hurts?" He asked her.

"Yes master." She winced as he started to work it back out.

"Well then this will really hurt." With that Mark pulled his cock out almost the entire length then slammed it in so hard that had he not held the leash she would have gone off the bed.

"Oh fuck!!" She screamed "God that hurts stop please!" 

Mark kept fucking her not as hard as that thrust but fast enough as if it was her pussy. With each pump she squealed and whimpered. Oh she couldn't take this! Mark pulled on the leash so she was looking at the mirror his other hand grabbed a handful of her once again sweat soaked hair.

"Look at yourself." He whispered. "Tell me whore, are you still something special?"

"No Master." She got out between gasps.

He started fucking harder she was whining at this point one continuous whimper he was pounding in and out. Mark let go of her hair and reached onto the bed. A moment later Allison felt something between her legs, and then gasped as she felt the vibrator turn on. Mark pulled her hair again.

"The banner over the mirror, read what it says."

Allison looked where he said; there was a large tapestry across the top of the mirror that looked like old parchment across it in gothic lettering it said;

"Read it out loud!" He snapped slapping her ass.

"It is always by way of pain," Allison gasped out squealing between each word. "One arrives at pleasure."

"Marquis De Sade," Mark told her. "Now enjoy the journey."

Mark completely let loose brutally slamming his cock into her. Allison howled in pain. Her ass was on fire, tears were running down her face as he tore into her full force.

"No more!" She cried out. Mark continued ignoring her. Allison wailed in pain again, and started to say it;

"Ce- ce-" She looked up to see Mark smirking again. She froze staring back at him. Mark reached down, and after turning the vibrator all the way up started ripping into her again. Despite the pain Allison could feel her clit beginning to respond to the toy and even his pounding into her started feeling different.

"What was that whore?" He asked smiling at her. 

Allison closed her eyes she had not allowed herself to be walked naked on a leash to quit now. No, he wouldn't get the satisfaction not like this anyway. She looked into his eyes.

"Go ahead slut I'm listening."

Allison felt something break inside of her.

"Oh yes!" She screamed. "Yes master! Oh thank you Master!!"

As she yelled he started fucking her even harder, but as the pain increased so did her bodies desire to cum. She could feel it starting in her loins her thighs shaking. "Pleasure and Pain" She thought. As her orgasm approached she continued to cry out;

"Thank you for showing me my place Master! Thank you for fucking this unworthy whore, for treating me like the fucking pig I am! For showing me my place! Oh oh oh!" 

Allison began to cum, she couldn't believe how good her ass contracting around his cock felt. It must have felt good to him as well. Mark began to groan as he continued to fuck her. As Allison's orgasm continued to send spasms throughout her body, she watched him in the mirror. Mark was quite a sight, the muscles in his chest and arms were flexed out with the effort of slamming into her and he was glistening with sweat. More exciting was the look on his face, he was completely caught up in lust her screaming was like music to his ears and Allison sang some more.

"Oh god yes!! Thank you for wasting your beautiful cock on this ungrateful slut! Even though I'm not worthy please cum for me! Please cum all over this filthy whore!"

That put him over the edge. With a loud moan of his own Mark pulled his cock out, and squeezing it so he would not cum immediately rolled her over on her back and kneeling over her pushed his cock into her mouth squirting shot after shot of cum. Not caring it had just come from her ass Allison sucked hard taking every drop desperately hoping it was all he had left.

When he finished Mark sat back onto the bed panting, for the first time since this had started he seemed tired. Allison lied there face down still moaning her ass was on fire, her tits hurt everything hurt, she was dripping sweat, her breath coming in gasps. They stayed like that for several minutes. Finally Mark rose from the bed, grabbed her shoulder and rolled her onto her stomach. Walking over to the side of her head he grabbed her hair so that she faced the mirror.

"What do you see Allison?" He asked.

Allison hesitated knowing the answer would be very important she could not take anymore.

"I see a whore," She began as she stared at her reflection. Allison was a mess; her hair plastered to her forehead, eye shadow everywhere, and there were still tears on her cheeks from when he was fucking her ass. "I see a once proud whore who now knows her place."

"Good answer."

Mark reached over removing the cuffs from her wrists then untied her ankles. Allison simply let her arms and legs go limp she didn't think she could move. Mark returned to next to her head his cock which was still semi hard was right in her face. Allison groaned inwardly he can't want more. Mark seemed to be waiting she knew once again she had to be exactly right.

"Does my master wish me to please him by sucking his cock again?" 

"What would do you wish to do Allison?"

"I have no will of my own" She whispered looking up at him. She was pouting but for real, her lip trembling. 

"My only desires are my master's desires." 

Closing her eyes Allison opened her mouth waiting for him. His cock was not put into her mouth and after a few seconds Allison opened her eyes. Mark was on his knees in front of her. With surprising gentleness he took her face in his hands.

"That's a very good answer Allison." He said quietly.

Leaning forward Mark kissed her on the lips softly, almost lovingly. Breaking the kiss he looked at her and said;

"Welcome to the club My Lady."



The Breaking of Dawn



Cathy was reading Cosmo when the receptionist called her name. She put the magazine down and was led back through the salon to a chair. A redheaded girl with a bright smile introduced herself as Dawn and asked what sort of style Cathy wanted that day. Cathy replied that she only wanted a wash and dry and a little trimmed. “Don’t cut much,” she said, referring to the jet black tresses that hung straight down her back to the line of her belt. 

“Isn’t it a hassle to wash all that,” Dawn asked. “Why don’t I shorten it by a foot for the summer? Be cooler for you that way.”

“Oh no, my Master forbids me to cut my hair. He’d be terribly disappointed in me if I did that.”

Dawn’s smile vanished. “Your…Master? That makes you sound like a slave or something.”

“Well,” said Cathy as she settled into the chair, “that’s what I am, after all -- a slave. I’ve been my Master’s property for nearly six years now.”

Dawn stared at her. “You’re kidding me, right? I mean, there’s no slavery in America anymore.” She turned Cathy’s chair around and lowered the back so the long, dark hair pooled in the shiny blue sink. 

While Dawn sprayed warm water onto her hair Cathy explained. “It’s voluntary servitude. I love and respect him so deeply that I want to be his property. My Master is the smartest, bravest, most wonderful man I’ve ever known, and he has such strength in his soul. I don’t know if you can understand what I mean, but it just felt so natural to give myself to him completely. I placed myself under his protection and guidance and accepted his mark and collar. See?” With that she lifted the slim platinum chain around her neck and displayed a medallion the size of a silver dollar. There was a stylized “A” and a crown engraved on one side of the disk and on the back were words in fancy script. “This says that I am his treasured property and that if I get into trouble there is a reward for anyone who returns me safely. He loves me that much.”

Dawn was massaging peppermint-scented shampoo into Cathy’s hair by now. “That’s his ‘emblem’?”

“Yes. I also have several collars but Master doesn’t usually let me wear them in public unless he’s with me. They’re very sturdy and he’s concerned that somebody might attack me and grab the collar to choke me. This chain would break if somebody tried that and I could get away.”

“Guess that makes sense. So what does a slave do? You do his housework for him?”

“Oh, yes. I wash his clothes and dishes too. Sometimes I cook his meals, but he’s a great cook so often he does that. I serve him and bathe him and make his bed. Whatever he wants me to do or be, that’s my job and my pleasure.”

“What is he, an invalid? Sounds like a baby to me.”

“Oh, he’s nowhere near helpless. You’re looking at it backwards. He doesn’t need my help. It’s ME who needs to serve HIM. You don’t know how happy it makes me to do those things for him. See, my Master loves me and protects me. He’s my teacher and mentor and best friend and lover and so much more. The only way I can possibly repay such love and care is to give all of myself to him. I adore my Master and express that adoration through my servitude.”

Dawn began to rinse the shampoo out of Cathy’s hair. “Girl, you must be crazy. I’d never let a man order me around.”

“You’ve never been owned, body and soul, by a good and dominant man. You don’t know how fulfilling and beautiful it can be.”

“Yeah, and I’m never gonna try it to find out, either.” She grabbed a big towel. “Okay, hair’s clean. Let’s sit up so I can dry it.” Dawn adjusted the chair again until Cathy was sitting erect once more. As she used the blow dryer she was quiet, but when she turned it off again she asked, “You said he’s your lover. Is he any good?”

Cathy’s face broke into a big smile. “The best. Absolutely the best!”

“Too bad he’s not with you. I’d like to give him a piece of my mind. This is the 21st Century, girl. Can’t go draggin’ women ‘round by the hair anymore,” she grumbled as she began to brush Cathy’s long, shiny hair.

“Well, why don’t you come over to the house for supper tonight? Then you can meet my Master. I’ll have to call home and make sure he doesn’t mind, but I’m sure you’ll be welcome.”

“Nooo, I don’t think so. He sounds like a nut-case to me. Probably worships Satan or something like that.”

Cathy chuckled. “No, we don’t do that. But hey,” she said, looking sideways at Dawn, “I didn’t mean to scare you. If you’re afraid of him you don’t have to come.”

“Now wait a minute. I never said I was scared. They haven’t built the man who scares me.”

“Then you’ll come?”

The redheaded woman stood for a moment, staring at Cathy. She seemed to be weighing her options, and then she said “if I do, I’m not going to take any crap from him. I’ll tell him where to stick his Master routine if I want to.”

“Deal. While you finish my hair I’ll call home and get permission.” She reached into her pocket and pulled out a tiny portable phone.

-8-

The sun was halfway below the horizon as Dawn followed the hastily-written directions Cathy had given her. She guided her VW down a suburban street and spotted the house immediately. Well, she said to herself, at least there’s no drawbridge on the thing. 

In fact, the house looked no more sinister than the other homes on the block. It was a two-story Cape Cod with a neat, fair-sized yard and chest-high privet hedges defining property lines around it. The porch light was already on and as she pulled into the driveway Dawn could smell wood smoke. A pale plume of white drifted from the chimney, and the windows of the main floor glowed a warm welcome.

The front door sported a heavy, metal knocker and at her knock the knob turned. As the door opened, Dawn was greeted by an ordinary-looking, 40-ish man. “Good evening,” he smiled roguishly. “You must be Dawn, Cathy’s friend.” She nodded. “I’m glad you came. Come on in.” He was dressed in black, acid-washed jeans and a tan dress shirt with half the buttons open to reveal the black tee-shirt beneath.

Closing the door behind her, he extended his hand. As he took her jacket he flashed his buccaneer grin again. “Cathy told me about the conversation you two had. Guess you’re kinda surprised that the title ‘Master’ doesn’t come complete with pitchfork and horns.” Then the smile softened to a milder version. “Don’t sweat it. Everything’s cool. You’re among friends here, Dawn. Hey, I’ve gotta get back to the kitchen. Can I get you a Coke or anything while I finish dinner?”

She looked about, not quite nervously. “No, thanks. Is Cathy here? I was expecting her to be with us.”

“I sent her out to buy a good bottle of Chablis for later. She should be back soon.” Then he was headed out of the foyer. Dawn followed him. As they walked down the hallway she was able to look into other rooms. The living room was a Good Housekeeping photograph, with contemporary, comfortable furnishings. A lively blaze crackled in the fireplace and a mirrored coffee table stood between two facing green sofas. Centered before the hearth was a large, heavy, padded wooden chair. To call it a throne would have been an understatement. Across the hall from that was a closed door. Dawn followed the sound of his voice to the kitchen. “Hope you’re not a vegan or orthodox Jewish,” he was saying. “I didn’t have much time to prepare anything, so I threw together some clam chowder and I’ve made bacon-wrapped shrimp kebabs for the indoor grill. Why don’t you set the table -- two bowls and a plate per person, please -- while I do the shrimp?

Dawn found the dinnerware and began to place the plates around the oval table. The chowder was smelling awfully good and her stomach was starting to growl a bit. While she worked she appraised her host. He wasn’t overly handsome -- kind of average, in fact -- but she had to admit he knew his way around a kitchen. His movements were self-assured and smooth as he cooked. He had short hair and sideburns and a sincere, ingratiating smile. “So, Cathy says you’re her master,” she began, awkwardly. “Isn’t that in violation of the Emancipation Proclamation?”

He flashed that smile again. “It would be, if she wanted to press that issue,” he grinned. “But my manners are lacking. Let’s start off with the basics. My name’s Adam, and yes, I’m Cathy’s master. We met about eight years back, dated for about a year and a half, and she took my collar almost six years ago. You can ask her yourself on this score, but I’d say we’re very happy together. Hey, there’s two pitchers in the ‘fridge; iced tea and spring water. Put them on the table, please.” Dawn turned to the task and then stopped. Did I just obey an order from him, she wondered, then she set the pitchers on the table.

The front door opened and Cathy came in carrying a shopping bag from the spirits store. She placed the bags on the counter and walked to Adam’s side. Kneeling on one knee she took his offered hand and kissed the back of it. “I’m home, Master,” she said, “and my heart is joyful in your service.”

He smiled. “Welcome back, pet,” he replied. “Go change into your black toga and brush up a bit. Hurry back.” She quickly rose and kissed his cheek, then darted out, waving to Dawn as she passed.

“You even tell her how to dress?” Dawn’s frown left no doubt that she didn’t like this idea at all.

“Usually it’s not necessary. Cathy knows what I like and she has enough clothes for almost any occasion, but I have something special in mind for tonight and I want her to be ready for that. Now, hand me that big platter, please.”

“And suppose I don’t want to follow your order, Mr. Master?”

He looked at her as though she had asked a patently foolish question. “Then what will I put the shrimp kebabs on before they burn?”

Scowling, Dawn handed Adam the platter. “Just remember that I’m nobody’s slave, Adam,” she stated.

The buccaneer smile flashed again. “Yet,” was all he said.

As they were setting the food on the table, Cathy bounced into the room. Dawn eyed her outfit carefully. Black silk pantsuit, with a low-cut top held shut by a pair of pearly buttons. She was obviously braless, and her nipples formed pyramids against the shimmering black material. The sleeveless shirt revealed a nickel-sized tattoo on the girl’s shoulder; a stylized “A” with a crown floating above it. She gave a quick turn to show her garb off and smiled at Dawn. “This is one of my slave togas. My master designed them for me.” There was a black velvet ribbon choker around her throat and she touched it. “This is one of my ‘at home’ collars. Master loves to see me in a choker -- it makes him very frisky.” Her face was glowing as she spoke about her beloved owner.

Adam came into the room, carrying the platter of kebabs. Cathy dashed forward. “May Your slave help with that, Master?”

“I’ve got this,” he answered. “But you could get the salad and dressing. Dawn, why don’t you get the glasses and ice. Cathy will show you where the good crystal is. Get out the decanter too, and I’ll decant the Chablis after dinner.” Then he turned his attention back to what he was doing, as though he just assumed his commands would be carried out automatically. Grumbling under her breath, Dawn followed the smiling Cathy back to the kitchen.

When the two women were alone Cathy turned to her guest. “What do you think so far,” she asked.

“Well, he sure doesn’t hesitate to boss folks around, does he? He’s been telling me what to do like we were both his property.”

“He’s a natural-born Dom, no doubt of that,” Cathy answered. “But that’s just his nature. People follow him. Put him in a group of strangers and in nothing flat he’ll be leading them around like a basketful of puppies. I’ve seen it happen. He controls me the same way. Well, not exactly. With me he’s quieter, more loving.” She smiled wistfully. “When he gives me a command I know he still loves me. I can tell.”

“I think you must be nuts. Let him try to put a collar on me and I’ll give ‘im a fat lip.”

“Dawn, nobody’s going to kidnap you. My Master wouldn’t want you if you’re not willing to serve Him well. You’re a guest, and free to stay or go as you wish. But I invited you here so you could learn about our lifestyle. If you can’t approach it with an open mind, then you’re not going to learn anything at all. And that would be sad.” Without waiting for an answer, she grabbed the salad dressings and headed back for the dining room.


Dinner was excellent. The chowder was thick and full of clams and its odor was almost intoxicating. The kebabs were spicy and tender, and the salad was fresh and varied. During the second course, Master Adam turned to Dawn. “I was pleased with your work on Cathy’s hair,” he told her. “I was afraid it would be too short and I wouldn’t like that. I find long hair on a woman very attractive. Cathy hasn’t had hers appreciably cut since we became a couple.”

“He loves to touch it,” added Cathy. “Especially when we make love. He buys me the best shampoos and such to keep it soft and healthy.”

“I’m a very fortunate man, Dawn, to have a woman who keeps herself beautiful for me. I never tire of looking at her. Do you have a Special Someone in your life, Dawn?”

“Not right now. My “Someone” and I broke up about seven weeks ago. I date some but just haven’t clicked with anyone yet.” She sipped her drink. “How’d you two meet? The local leather bar or something?”

“Actually, Cathy was an adult student at the college where I teach. She was finishing her degree in English Lit through night courses while I was teaching European History. We met on campus one evening and we’ve been in love ever since.” 

Dawn turned to look at Cathy. “You’re a college grad? I’d’ve thought that…”

“That I must be a dope because I’m a slave?” Cathy finished for her.

“Well, not exactly, but…I mean…”

Adam answered her. “Watch out, Dawn. Prejudice is a terrible thing. We’re just ordinary folks, really.” Then he flashed that cute buccaneer grin again. “Why, we haven’t even been on Jerry Springer.” They all chuckled at the joke. 

When dinner was done, Adam poured a goblet of Chablis for each of them while Cathy and Dawn cleared the table. Then the three of them sat in the living room. Master Adam sat in the big, throne-like chair and Dawn took a seat on one green couch. Cathy curled up on the floor at Adam’s feet, her head resting on his knee. The fire snapped and crackled in the hearth, making strange light-shadows on the walls. 

Adam broke the awkward silence. “Dawn, we don’t ordinarily invite strangers into our home. And we certainly don’t tell just anybody about our lifestyle. As you can imagine, many of them wouldn’t understand and might be openly hostile about it.” 

“Master’s right, Dawn. We have to be careful. Adam still teaches at the college and if the wrong people found out about this it might make trouble for him. So we kind of keep it on the QT.”

Dawn immediately became cautious but hid it by taking another sip of her wine. “Then why did you tell me?”

“It wasn’t by accident,” Cathy explained. “Actually, I’ve been watching you for several weeks.”

Dawn drank more of her wine. She took a deep breath. The room seemed so warm all of a sudden. “Watching me? What do you mean, watching me?”

Adam was gently stroking Cathy’s long, dark hair as he explained. “We were at the mall one afternoon and you were coming out of the salon. Going to lunch, I believe. We saw you at the same time and my slave said she thought you were so pretty that she’d like to get to know you better. I thought that sounded like a fun idea.”

“So,” added Cathy, “I’ve been spying on you ever since. Learned a lot about you in that time, Dawn. Where you live, what you like to do in your spare time. Even,” and Cathy took a sip of Chablis, “that you’re bisexual.”

Dawn’s head felt like it was full of fog. “I…who gave you permission to…follow…” she faltered. Why did she suddenly feel so sleepy?

“Relax, Dawn,” Master Adam crooned. “Let it happen. I told you, you’re among friends here. Give in to the drug.”

Dawn tried to answer, but the darkness fell before she could get the words out.

-8-

Reality returned in stages. First there was sound, a gentle susurrus that ebbed and receded in her ears. Surf, maybe, far away. But too fast for the ocean. And something else…a rhythmic drumbeat in her head. 

Then physical sensation arrived. A flame, warm and pleasant, was growing inside her belly. It felt wonderful. It was like she was floating in a hot bath and somebody was…ohhhh, somebody’s soft tongue was licking her pussy. And fingers…angel fingers danced over her sensitive nipples. It was so pleasant and light, like being made love to by a swarm of invisible butterflies.

Scent of raspberries. Then the light through her eyelids, muted, soft and gentle, began to pierce the clouds in Dawn’s mind. At last she struggled her eyes open. She was confused at first. The world was red. Bright cherry red cloth covered her eyes like a blindfold. 

Where am I, she wondered. She knew that she was lying down and that someone, probably a woman by the sensations, was lying between her legs and giving her some of the best head she’d ever had. The woman’s arms were over her stomach, the mystery hands caressing her breasts tenderly. 

Dawn tried to move, but something was holding her down. Her wrists seemed to be restrained somehow. Suddenly, memory returned with razor sharp clarity. “Cathy?” Dawn gasped, “Is that you?”

The mystery woman gave a soft chuckle and began to tickle Dawn’s clit with her tongue. Sparks danced through her pelvis as her body responded. Dawn didn’t want to feel good. She was being raped, for crying out loud! It wasn’t supposed to be pleasurable. But it felt too good to deny and her body was responding. Involuntarily, she gasped as a tiny climax fluttered through her belly.

“No, Dawn. You’re not permitted to orgasm yet. Not until I give you permission.” Adam’s voice. “You are a slave, my property, and you will not cum until I give you permission.”

Part of Dawn’s mind wanted to tell him to go to hell. But her body wouldn’t pay attention. Instead, it trembled joyfully, and she felt a fresh rush of wet heat spread through her crotch. 

“Mmmm,” purred Cathy. “She liked that, Master. She just got even wetter.”

“Keep eating her, little one,” answered Adam. “Don’t stop until I tell you to.”

“Oh, yes, my sweet master,” said Cathy, and then went back to bathing Dawn’s pussy with her soft, rough tongue.

Dawn shook inside. She was afraid. She’d been taken hostage by two lunatics! But they weren’t hurting her, really. In fact, she thought as Cathy slurped her long tongue up into her vagina, it felt fantastic. 

“Say that I am your master, Dawn,” ordered Adam. “I will not permit you to cum until you acknowledge me as your master. Say it, or you will be unsatisfied.” Now his rougher fingers replaced Cathy’s at Dawn’s breasts. He rolled her nipples, pinching them until they almost hurt. “Say it, Dawn,” he repeated. “Say that you are my slave and you will know joy beyond anything you’ve felt before. Say it and I’ll let you have your orgasm.”

Dawn’s body was reaching for its climax. She could feel how her belly pulled upwards inside her, how her breasts burned as she sought release. But Cathy was going too slowly to push her over the brink. “Please,” Dawn gasped, “please…”

“No, Dawn,” was Master Adam’s response. “Not until you say ‘Please, Master Adam, may your slave cum now?’”

“I…uhhhhh…please, Cathy,” she moaned. Cathy’s response was to begin sucking on her erect clitoris.

“She can’t help you, Dawn. She is my loyal pet and will only do what I command. She will keep you hanging on the cusp of climax all night if I order it, not letting you cum for hours. And that’s what will happen if you don’t ask my permission.”

“Noooooo,” Dawn whimpered. Her head lashed back and forth on the bed “Pleeeeeeezzzz,” She was so close…so very close. But the specter of ecstasy stayed just out of her reach.




The Breaking of Dawn



Adam stopped playing with her nipples, and a moment later she felt his hot, wet tongue begin to slide across the sensitive buttons. Dawn gasped loudly at the surprise. “Oh, god,” she gasped. “Ple…please, Master Adam…please let your…your slave cum. Please let your…your slave cum, Master!”

“Yes, my slave. Master will save you,” Adam responded. Immediately Cathy slid a slim finger inside Dawn’s trembling cunt and began to massage her G-spot. Cathy’s well-trained tongue began to flick back and forth across Dawn’s engorged clitoris. Adam’s teeth bit down lightly on the redhead’s nipple, and Dawn’s head snapped back, mouth open in silent scream, as a string of the most powerful orgasms she’d ever known tore through her body like a blade. Everything went blinding white behind her eyes and reality splintered beneath her as her body went nova.

When the roller coaster ground to a halt at last, Dawn couldn’t move. She just lay, limp and exhausted, on the bed. Somebody was caressing her hair, and a soft pair of hands was gently stroking her body. At her side she could hear Adam, (Master Adam, she reminded herself) whispering softly to her. “You did so well, my slave. Your Master is very proud of you, Dawn. Tell your master; did Cathy make you feel very good?”

“Yes…Master,” she said, her voice stumbling over the unfamiliar wording. “Yes, Master Adam, she did.”

“And Cathy, my precious slave, your master is very pleased with your work. You have done very well.”

“Thank you, my loving Master,” Cathy answered.

Master Adam kissed Dawn gently on the lips. “Now, little Dawn, it is time for you to go home. Here, have some warm tea,” and a straw was touching her lips. She sipped greedily, feeling it burn as it went down her throat. Memory suddenly broke through the after-glow and she sputtered, spitting the last sip out. “That’s all right, slave,” Adam soothed her. “I don’t blame you being wary. But it’s just tea. Don’t have to drug you again.”

The red silk blindfold was lifted away. Dawn looked up to see Adam and Cathy looking down at her. They were both naked, except that Cathy wore a slender leather collar around her neck.. They smiled and began to unstrap her wrists. Cathy said, “We’re sorry we had to trick you, Dawn, but it was the only way to get you to open up. You’re not a prisoner. We won’t make you stay. But please hear us out first.”

Master Adam added, “You see, Dawn, we were certain that you had the soul of a submissive, if not an outright slave. But you were headstrong and would never have allowed that facet of your personality to come through. So we had to ‘break’ you just a little bit. Now, you can go home, unharmed. But if I’m right, then you enjoyed having a dominant control you. If you want to come back for the weekend, we can explore that further. Perhaps you’ll want to actually become my student and learn how to be a sub. You may find fulfillment as a slave that you’d never have found otherwise.”

“That’s what happened to me,” Cathy added. “I knew from early childhood that I wanted to belong to somebody, to have an owner instead of just a husband. But it wasn’t until I was in my late 20’s that I learned about this lifestyle. And it was Adam who nurtured and trained me. I’ve never been happier.”

“Suppose I call the cops on you? Tell ‘em you raped me?” Dawn asked.

“Wouldn’t do any good,” Cathy explained. “Except for the drug in your system, which is a common street drug we could argue you took on your own and tried to get us to enjoy with you, there’s no evidence. It would be your word against ours.”

“You won’t call the police, Dawn. I know you better than that. Maybe even better than you know yourself.” Then Adam was getting up. “Your clothes are on the dresser over there. Cathy will show you out. Thanks for coming,” he smiled. Then he went into the next room. Moments later they heard the shower start.

“Think about it, Dawn,” said Cathy as she retrieved Dawn’ clothes and handed them over. “What have you got to lose by coming back and seeing if you want to continue training? There’s nothing to be afraid of. Master won’t hurt you…unless you’re bad, of course.” Then she turned and showed Dawn her backside. Pale pink stripes were painted across the soft cheeks. “Master gave me a bit of a paddling while you were out. I neglected to turn the dishwasher on after dinner.”

Dawn hurriedly dressed. “Don’t hold your breath waiting for me to come back,” she icily answered. “Show me to the door, please.”

At the front door, Cathy grabbed her arm. “Thanks for coming for dinner, if nothing else.” Dawn hurried to her car and drove away into the night.

-8-

Two days later, Dawn was at work. Rhonda, the manager of the shop, came up to her during her break. “Hey, Dawn, Micki called in sick. Wanna work till close tonight?”

“Sorry, already have plans,” she answered. 

Rhonda lifted an eyebrow. “Ooooh, goin’ out on a hot date? Do I know him?”

“I don’t think so,” Dawn said as her thoughts pictured the gym bag in the trunk of her car and the weekend’s worth of clean clothes it held. “His name’s Adam. He’s a college professor and he’s going to tutor me on some subjects I never studied before.”


“Well, sounds dull to me. But hey, have fun.”

“I will, Rhonda. I will.” 



The Breaking of Hypergirl



Chapter 1

WHAM! A fist caught the henchman's left cheek, sending him hurtling into a wall where he fell, slumped in a heap on the floor. Twelve down, one to go.

The fight had been going on for twenty minutes now and Hypergirl was starting to lose her patience. The Friday 13 Gang were losers, nobodies. God knows where they had found the super-strength they had used in the raid on the Solar City subway system, but it had turned what should have been a quick clean up job into a hard-fought battle.

Using her X-ray vision she could see the last of the gang braced against a wall a few yards away, a metal pipe in his hand. It was time to end this. In a blur of red and blue she rushed forward at the wall, sending it crashing down on top him. The villain let out a whimper, then went quiet and stopped moving.

Hypergirl dusted herself down and turned to the row of hostages who were still cowering against the far wall. She walked over.

"You're all safe now," she said, "I suggest you all get out of here while they're all still unconscious. I'd hate you to have to see me smack them down again!" She smiled, which seemed to lighten the mood somewhat. The hostages began getting to their feet and walking towards the exit, thanking Hypergirl as they passed.

The rest had left when Hypergirl noticed one lone girl huddled in the corner, still sobbing quietly. She looked about 19 years old, very petite, very pretty. She had long, dark, wavy hair which reached just past her shoulders and beautiful milky-white skin. Her clothes were dirty and torn in places. Hypergirl couldn't help but notice as she crouched in the corner that her plaid skirt lifted just enough to show off the lower curve of her butt.

Hypergirl walked over to her. "Hey," she said, touching the girl lightly on the shoulder, "Hey, it's OK, you're safe."

The girl looked up at Hypergirl, her eyes full of gratitude, cheeks sticky with dried tears. "Thank you! Thank you so much! I... I thought I was going to die..." She looked away for a moment while she wiped her eyes dry. "I wish there was something I could do to to show my appreciation. I know!" The girl's face brightened as she reached into her purse. She pulled her hand out and opened it to reveal cheap-looking chain with a small, red plastic bead pendant which glistened as it caught the light.

"Here! Please, take it! My mom bought me it. I... I know it's not much, I'm sorry."

Hypergirl looked at the pendant the young girl had thrust towards her. It was cheap tat, probably worth no more than a dollar, but it was pretty, in a way, and as she looked into the girl's eyes she could see how much it would mean to accept it.

"Thank you, it's very pretty." The girl's face broke in to a broad smile. "In fact I like it so much I'm going to wear it right now. Will you help me put it on?" She lifted her hair while the girl reached round and fastened the chain around her neck, leaning in close enough that Hypergirl could feel her warm breath on her neck. The girl's face stopped there for just a brief moment too long, and for a crazy second Hypergirl thought she was going to kiss her, until the girl suddenly pulled away and said "There! Perfect!" Hypergirl pulled the pendant around to the front where it hung, just above the "H" symbol in the middle of her chest.

The girl stared at it where it hung and looked concerned."Just make sure you look after it, I'd hate it to get broken while you're fighting." Her face softened and she giggled. "I'm sorry, I'm being silly."

Hypergirl smiled at he girl. "Not at all," she said softly, "Look, I'll put it away, nice and safe." She pulled the top of her costume forward and tucked the pendant inside. She felt the warm plastic bead slip down and come to rest between her breasts. There was a slight tingling sensation as it settled, like static electricity on a TV screen.

In the distance someone screamed.

Hypergirl turned in the direction of the noise then back to face the girl. "Some one's in trouble, I have to go. The police will be here soon. Thank you for the necklace!" With one swift movement she was in the air and away.

"COME BACK."

Hypergirl stopped mid flight, turned, and flew back to the where the girl still stood. As she landed her face was a picture of confusion. "What was that? How- how did you do that?!" she demanded.

The girl's face had changed. The fresh innocence was gone. She looked strong, confident, devious.

"Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Mylanna." Hypergirl had heard the name. Wasn't Mylanna one of Power Woman's enemies? Some kind of witch? "That pendant is magic. I now control everything you do. NOW KNEEL."

Hypergirl dropped to her knees. "Why would you do this?! I just saved your life!"

The girl sneered. "You stupid girl. You didn't save me, this whole thing was my doing! Who do you think gave those morons their super strength? It was all me!"

"But why?!"

"Why?! For my own amusement! What better reason is there?"

Hypergirl gritted her teeth as she reached up to the necklace. "Well it ends here!"

"Ah ah ah. DON'T YOU DARE TAKE THAT OFF. EVER." Hypergirl stopped stock still, the strain of fighting the command obvious on her face. After a few moments her hands dropped to her sides. "Good girl. Now, we're going to have some fun. CARRY ME!"

Hypergirl picked the witch up in her arms. "Where are we going?" she asked.

"You'll see."

Chapter 2

300 feet in the air, the girl pointed down at a warehouse on the edge of the city. "LAND THERE." Hypergirl landed and set the girl down. The front door was ajar. "FOLLOW ME."

She followed the girl into the building. In the middle of the was a double bed surrounded by bright lights. 

The girl turned to Hypergirl. "Well now my glorious saviour, time for a personal question. Are you a virgin?"

"That's none of your business, you evil little bitch!"

"TELL ME! AND YOU WILL CALL ME MISTRESS!"

Hypergirl looked at the floor. "I won't... I - no, no I am not a virgin, mistress."

The girl smiled. "Good girl. That's probably for the best. Now, GET ON THE BED AND MAKE YOURSELF COMFORTABLE."

"Wait, what do you mean?" Hypergirl walked over to the bed and climbed onto the fresh white linen. She lay back and rested her head on the soft feather pillow.

"STAY THERE." Mylanna walked away into another room. When she returned a minute later Hypergirl could see something silver in her hand. As the girl neared she was able to make out what it was. A video camera. A horrible realisation began to dawn. The girl stood at the bottom of the bed and pointed the camera at Hypergirl. "Show time!" The red light on the front of the camera blinked on.

"INTRODUCE YOURSELF."

Hypergirl's mouth began to move though she tried to stop it, and the words came out of their own accord. "My name is Emma Porter, most will know me as Hypergirl."

"Now Hypergirl, you are going to give the viewers a show. I want you to... PLAY WITH YOUR TITS."

"What?! Never!" Even as she protested, her hands began to snake their way up her torso until each grabbed hold of one of the perfect mounds and began to grope and caress it, circling and pinching each of the nipples through the Spandex of her costume. After a few minutes her now hardened nipples where visible through the thin fabric. Suddenly the fondling stopped and Hypergirl watched in horror as her own hands took the bottom of her shirt in and pulled it up over her tits, revealing her firm, shapely breasts. The pendant hung between them, glowing gently.

The girl was impressed. "Wow! You certainly have a beautiful pair of tits! GIVE THEM A KISS."

Hypergirl's left hand grabbed her left breast as she reached down with her tongue and began licking the hard nipple. Oh God, she thought, how can I be doing this? The thought was interrupted by the witch' next order:

"Enough. Hypergirl, RUB YOUR PUSSY."

Hypergirl did as she was commanded, lifting her skirt out of the way and rubbing through the red Spandex panties. "No! I can't believe I'm doing this!" She looked at Mylanna through the lens of the camera. "You- you'll never get away with this...... aah..." The protest ended in a low, soft moan. Somewhere beneath all the shame, beneath all the disgust, another feeling was stirring. She had been shocked by the hardness of her nipples and as she lay there, playing with her pussy against her will, she began to feel the dampness of her arousal seeping through the panties. "Mmmmm... oh god...." She knew the next words even before they came:

"Such a good little slut. TAKE OFF YOUR PANTIES."

She pulled her panties down and over her ankles, then lay back on the bed and continued to rub her pussy. Before she even realised she was doing it, Hypergirl had slipped a finger inside. Her back arched as she found her G-spot and bolts of pleasure shot through her body. She looked up again into the lens of the camera as another finger slipped in to her moist cunt and the pace increased. The witch could hear the wetness as Hypergirl furiously fingered herself. Two minutes passed before the heroine spoke again. Her words were ragged, barely more than panting moans. "P-please s-stop thisss.... I- I... oh, oh God noooo...!"

She knew it was too late. There she lay, tits on show, nipples hard, fucking herself live on camera to god-knows-who at some one else's command, and she was going to come. She knew the feeling well and she was already past the point of no return. She closed her eyes and, with one last whimper of pleasure, she came, hard, feeling the muscles contract and squeeze her fingers inside her as she did so. As the waves of pleasure died down she fell back panting on the bed. She looked over to Mylanna, whose face was a mixture of anger and satisfaction.

"I didn't tell you to come. APOLOGISE."

"I- I'm sorry Mistress..."

"What are you going to do to make up for it?"

Hypergirl gritted her teeth and spat out the words. "Nothing you crazy bitch! You've had your fun, now let me go!"

"Had my fun?!" laughed the girl, "My dear little girl, I've barely even begun!" There was a tripod nearby. She picked it up, stood it at the foot of the bed and placed the video camera on top. "Have you ever been with a girl? TELL THE TRUTH."

"N- N- N- I kissed the Golden Goddess once.... but...." Hypergirl glanced at the camera, aware of what she had just admitted.

"The Golden Goddess?! The "you" from another dimension?!" The witches eyes were a full of delight. "You little whore! How depraved!"

"It wasn't my fault! She just- "

"SILENCE!" cried the witch. Hypergirl's mouth snapped shut. Mylanna climbed onto the bed beside her. "SPREAD YOUR LEGS. AND KEEP LOOKING AT THE CAMERA." With that the witch slid down until she was positioned between Hypergirl's beautiful, toned thighs and buried her face in the heroine's pussy. Hypergirl felt the girl's delicate tongue caressing her clitoris. She wanted to scream, to shout GET FUCK OFF ME! but her mouth still refused to open. All she could do was stare at the camera and imagine how many thousands of depraved people were watching as her pussy was licked by this maniac bitch.

The girl stopped for a second and looked up, licking her lips. Her chin glistened "Mmmmm. You taste delicious!" Suddenly Hypergirl felt a finger being pushed inside. Another quickly followed. The girl watched Hypergirl's face as she tested and probed around inside her pussy. For a split second the heroine's eyes widened and Mylanna knew she had found the sweet spot. She grinned as she returned to licking the swollen clitoris while her fingers continued to work Hypergirl's G-spot, stroking and caressing the sensitive front wall of her pussy.

Hypergirl stared at her reflection in the camera lens, eyes wide as saucers, mouth closed tight. Low, guttural, animal noises were coming from her throat. The pleasure was almost unbearable - her pussy felt like it was on fire. She thrashed her head from side to side in protest. Just as she felt another orgasm was about to force it's way out of her the witch stopped licking and looked up. "TELL THE VIEWERS WHAT'S HAPPENING, Hypergirl."

"You're... you're licking my pussy!"

"TELL THEM HOW IT FEELS."

"It feels wr- wrong.... oh... it feels... g- good! So good!" Her hands clutched at her bare tits as the orgasm hit her. "Not again! AaaaAHH!" She clawed at her heaving breasts and her thighs clamped the witch's head as she came. Again the orgasm was intense, magnified by shame.

The girl pushed herself to her knees, wiped her mouth and giggled. She put a hand to Hypergirl's mouth. "TASTE YOURSELF." Hypergirl hungrily sucked and licked her fingers one by one, cleaning them of the sweet juices.

"WAIT HERE." The girl stood up and walked out the room. Hypergirl lay, half naked, in the damp patch on the bed. Remembering the camera, she quickly pulled down her top to cover her breasts and replaced her skirt . She felt like weeping and covered her face with her hands to hide her disgrace.

"TAKE YOUR HANDS AWAY FROM THAT PRETTY LITTLE FACE." Hypergirl did as she was told, wiping away the tears as she did so. Mylanna was striding back into the room. The skirt and blouse were gone. Now the girl wore a lacy black bra with matching thong, stockings and suspenders. Her hair was pulled back into a tight bun. The contrast of her pale milky skin against the dark sensuous lingerie and jet black hair was breath-taking and Hypergirl couldn't help but admire her beauty in spite of the situation. What shocked her was not the clothing but what the witch wore over them - Mylanna had a black leather harness over her panties, to which was attached a large purple dildo. It was huge, perhaps ten inches long and three inches thick. It swung from side to side as she walked.

Hypergirl swallowed hard and whispered to herself, "Oh Jesus!"

The girl climbed onto the bed, pushed the heroine across and lay on her back. Hypergirl couldn't take her eyes off the massive plastic cock."This thing needs some lubrication. SUCK IT BITCH." Sitting at the side of the witch, Hypergirl tucked her hair behind her ears, bent down and took the dildo in her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down as she worked. She pulled it out and licked the length of the shaft on each side until it glistened in the studio lights. Finally Mylanna grabbed her hair and pushed her head down as far as it would go. Hypergirl gagged and fought uselessly against her hand. Eventually the girl muttered, "Enough." and removed the hand from the heroine's head. She looked Hypergirl up and down. 

"GET THOSE BEAUTIFUL TITS BACK OUT."

Hypergirl grimaced as she pulled her top back up, leaving her breasts bouncing gently in the open. "I'll destroy you for this." She sounded defiant but it didn't last long. The girl smirked.

"Of course you will. CLIMB ON MY DICK." She climbed on. At first she thought she couldn't take the entire length, but slowly she worked her pussy down the shaft until she had the full 10 inches in her pussy. As her weight settled she let out an small involuntary moan which seemed to please the witch.

"Now RIDE IT."

Hypergirl began swaying her hips back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. The dildo was far bigger than any cock she had ever taken, but gradually the uncomfortable feeling lessened and pleasure took over. She leaned forward and the witch took one hard super-nipple between her teeth and bit, slightly too hard, causing Hypergirl to gasp. The girl looked up at her from below. 

"TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES."

Still working her hips, she took the top and skirt, pulled them up and over her head and tossed them to one side. Now all she wore were the pendant and her red boots . Her silky blonde hair spilled over her shoulders and breasts. She could feel the pleasure build with each stroke of the cock inside her. She was really working it now, grinding her hips down harder and harder. She tried to resist but the more she tried to stop the more her pace increased. Mylanna saw that Hypergirl was on the brink of coming again.

"TELL ME WHEN YOU ARE ABOUT TO COME. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

"Yes Mistress." There was no fighting the words this time. Hypergirl leaned back on the cock until it was pushing against her G-spot. After two or three minutes of grinding she closed her eyes, threw her head back and began moaning aloud. "Now Mistress, I... I'm s-so close!"

"STOP."

Hypergirl's hips stopped mid-flow. She opened her eyes and looked around, ashamed at losing herself in the moment but desperate to come. The frustration was obvious on her face. Mylanna pushed her off the dildo.

"TURN TO THE CAMERA AND GET ON ALL FOURS."

Still panting, Hypergirl turned and got on all fours, ass in the air. The camera was close now, perhaps three feet away and pointing straight at her face. She felt two hands grip her waist and knew what was coming. One quick movement and the full 10 inches of the dildo were back inside her pussy. She couldn't help but let out a loud groan of pleasure as it was pushed deep inside. In the lens her reflection stared back at her, eyes wide. The cock started working it's way in and out and her eyelids began to close. 

"KEEP THOSE EYES OPEN."

Mylanna increased the pace of her thrusts. Hypergirl's breasts swung back and forth with each movement. The pendant swung with them and each time it touched her glistening skin she felt the same sparks of static she had when she first put it on, heightening her senses. Her eyes stayed open.

"DO NOT COME WITHOUT MY PERMISSION. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Good girl." 

The witch took a bunch of the heroine's hair in her hand and yanked it hard as the cock thrust deeper than ever. Hypergirl's eyes began to roll back into her head and she really had to fight to keep looking at the camera. The thrusts became a pounding - hard and fast and relentless. Now and then her mind would return to the terrible and shameful truth of her situation but then the rock hard cock would reach new depths and the sudden shock of pleasure and pain would drag her straight back in.

Mylanna reached forward, grabbed hold of one perfect breast and squeezed. It was enough to push Hypergirl over the edge. Her words were ragged.

"Can I come?"

"NOT YET!" The pounding continued, harder than ever. Hypergirl's hands gripped the sheets as she pushed back against the thrusting dildo. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced -- a hard, never-ending assault on her pussy. She had to concentrate to stop the waiting orgasm from taking her.

"P- please Mistress", she begged, "Please! Please let me come!" Her legs were shaking and her knuckles turned white as the gripped the sheets harder and harder. She barely recognised the ragged, broken girl staring back at her in the reflection of the camera.

The witch's voice seemed distant.

"NOT YET! DO NOT ASK AGAIN!"

"Oh no. Oh god. Oh my fucking god. Oh oh oh....."

"Hypergirl, TELL THE VIEWERS WHAT YOU WANT MOST IN THE WORLD"

Tears of frustration were now streaming down her face "I w-want to come! Oh god, I want to come so badly! I want... to come... so... fucking.... badly!" She spat the words out between clenched teeth.

Behind her the witch was laughing. "Well what are you wait for? COME ON MY DICK."

It was like an explosion. The orgasm ripped through her body, starting in her pussy and spreading outwards to the very tips of her toes and fingers. Hypergirl shook all over and her back arched as the waves of pleasure washed over her. She felt the walls of her cunt squeezing the dick hard. These was a loud crack as it shattered inside her. Time stood still. Finally the storm began to die down and Hypergirl's arms gave way beneath her. She collapsed, exhausted.

"Fuck me..."

"I think I just did". The witch smiled at the camera and winked. "Well ladies and gentlemen, we hope you enjoyed the show. I know someone did! Bye now! Hypergirl, WAVE THE VIEWERS GOOD BYE."




The Breaking of Hypergirl



Eyes glazed, Hypergirl waved weakly at the camera. "Good bye."

The witch walked over and switched the camera off. She turned to the heroine curled up on the bed. "Well dear, you certainly seemed to have fun!"

Hypergirl looked up through half-closed eyes. "Fuck you. Just let me go. Please."

"Oh Hypergirl, you do say the funniest things! Why would I ever let you go...?"

Chapter 3

Four hours had past. The witch had ordered Hypergirl to shower, dress and sit in the middle of the floor. Then she'd left.

Emma Porter sat and wept. Her life as a super hero was over. She'd been fingered, licked and fucked by a girl, on camera, for all the world to see. How could anyone respect her after that? How could she respect herself? Her pussy was sore from the massive strap on cock and its relentless pounding. The memory of the fucking kept creeping back into her mind and each time she felt a tiny spark of electricity down below. Her panties were still wet and she held her skirt down with one hand to hide her shame. The pendant seemed heavy around her neck.

The door opened and the witch stormed in carrying a small red bag in her hand.

"Hello whore."

"Fuck you."

"We've done that. It's time for something different." She plucked a small pink object from the bag. "This is an ear piece. It will let me speak to you while you are out on the street."

"Out on the street?!"

"QUIET. PUT IT IN YOUR EAR AND DO NOT REMOVE IT UNLESS I TELL YOU TO."

Hypergirl took the earpiece from the witch's outstretched hand and pushed it into her right ear. Mylanna took a second object from the bag. It looked like a plastic egg with a short wire hanging from the bottom.

"This goes in your pussy. PUT IT IN."

"What the fuck is that thing?!" Hypergirl picked up the egg with one hand and lifted her red skirt with the other. She pushed the egg into her moist panties and worked it into her pussy, using her fingers to push it right up against her G-spot. When she looked back the witch was holding a small remote control. She pushed a button and the egg sprang into life, vibrating with an intensity that took Hypergirl by surprise. "Fuck!" She clutched at her pussy and stared at Mylanna.

"That egg has 5 levels of power. That was level 1. You've probably noticed I've increased the output somewhat. DO NOT ATTEMPT TO REMOVE IT. Now, I'm letting you go."

"What?!"

"I said you may go. DO NOT ATTEMPT TO HURT ME OR TELL ANYONE WHAT IS HAPPENING. I will be watching you with this." She held a small crystal ball.

She didn't need telling twice. Hypergirl lifted into the air and shot straight out through the roof and away. She wiped her eyes as she flew. She knew it wasn't over, but hopefully she could get help before the witch forced her to degrade herself further. The flicker of hope was extinguished by the words of the witch.

"Can you hear me, Hypergirl? ANSWER ME."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Ah, excellent. Then the game can begin. FIND A BUSY STREET AND LAND."

Hypergirl quickly identified a thronging main street in a nearby town and landed on the side walk. It was early evening and the town bustled with commuters and shoppers. She felt safer now she was no longer alone.

The egg clicked on.

Hypergirl's eyes widened as the vibrations hit. She checked around to make sure no one was looking, forgetting for a second that she was wearing her costume. Eyes turned to her from every direction. The egg clicked off as a middle-aged women walked towards her.

"Excuse me, Hypergirl," she said. She was grinning excitedly. "Hi I'm a big fan. Could you possibly sign this?" She held out a scrap of paper and a pen.

"Y-Yes, of course," she said, relieved at the normality of the request. The woman didn't seem to know what had happened to Hypergirl. Maybe the video hadn't been shown yet. Maybe there was still a chance to stop this! "Who shall I make it out to?"

"It's Mary-Anne," said the woman, still grinning. Hypergirl put the pen to paper and began writing. The egg clicked back on. The sudden jolt sent the pen scrawling across the page as Hypergirl took in a sharp breath. The woman looked concerned. "Are you OK, Hypergirl?"

"No... no... I'm... I'm sorry..." She thrust the pen and paper back at the women and walked quickly past her along the side walk. Her legs buckled as the egg clicked onto level 2 and she had to lean against a wall to steady herself. The earpiece crackled into life. 

"Well Hypergirl, that was plain rude. That poor woman. GO BACK AND APOLOGISE." The heroine walked back to where the woman still stood, pen in hand. 

"I'm... ahem.... I'm v-very sorry Mary-Anne", she said. The egg continued it's dance in her pussy, "I-I'm just a bit t-tired." She smiled as best she could. The woman looked relieved.

"Oh, no problem honey! It can't be easy being a superhero. Have you had a busy day?"

"Tell her!" laughed the witch, "TELL HER WHAT A NAUGHTY LITTLE GIRL YOU'VE BEEN!"

Hypergirl's face dropped. She looked around to make sure no one else was near, then leaned forward and whispered in the woman's ear:

"This m-morning... a woman... ah... a woman filmed me as I f-fingered my pussy. Then she...she put on a strap-on d-dick and gave me... the hardest fucking of my life."

The woman turned pale. "W-well I never," she said, "I thought you were such a nice girl, but you're nothing more than a common whore!" She gave Hypergirl a look of disgust, turned and stormed away.

The voice in her ear was still laughing. "Excellent! Excellent! Time for your reward!" The egg clicked to level three. Hypergirl cried out and dropped to the ground as her legs finally gave way. She sat sprawled on the floor with her head hung low, hair covering her face, moaning gently to herself. This was only level three and she could barely stand it. The intensity of the vibrations against her G-spot made her toes curl and she could feel the pressure of an orgasm building. 

A small crowd was gathering around Hypergirl, curious as to what was happening. Some were holding camera phones. Oh no! Her breathing grew ragged, her eyes closed, the moans became small squeals of pleasure as she tried to hold them in. Please no, she thought, please no. Not here, not in front off all these people!

"TELL THE PEOPLE WHAT'S HAPPENING, Hypergirl."

"I'm coming," she whispered. Then louder "I'm coming! I'm fucking coming! Oh, God no!" She fought it until the last second, but that only made the inevitable orgasm more powerful. She curled up on the floor and the world faded as it took her.

A few moments later she began to return to her senses. The vibrator in her pussy had stopped for now. She lifted her head. More and more people were turning to look. She had to get off the street. There was a dark doorway about 10 yards away. She forced herself to her feet and with short, unsteady steps, Hypergirl made her way over, pushed the door open and stumbled inside.

Chapter 4

The room was dark and thick with smoke. Loud, thumping music played. At first Hypergirl thought she must have walked into a night club until she noticed the catwalk down the middle of the room where a half-naked girl was writhing around to the cheering of the crowd. Shit. She quickly turned to leave but was stopped by the voice of the witch.

"WAIT! Hah! Well isn't this perfect! I think we should hang around a while."

After perhaps three minutes the music died down. The girl picked up what little clothing she had started with and walked off stage. It was then that they noticed her."Holy shit! Is that Hypergirl?" All eyes turned to the super heroine stood in the corner of the room. 

Another voice called out, "Hey Hypergirl, give us a show!" This comment seemed to meet with the approval of the crowd who cheered and whooped.

"Yeah!"

"Come on, Hypergirl!"

"Hell yeah! Let's see us some hyper titties!"

"You heard them. GIVE THEM WHAT THEY WANT."

Oh no. Hypergirl strode across the dark, stinking room and up the stairs to the stage. She took hold of the pole with both hands and began swaying her hips in time to the music. She tossed her long blonde hair from side to side and arched her back as she pushed her bosom up and down the cold metal pole. The moves got more erotic as Hypergirl thrust her hips faster and faster. She was expecting the vibrating egg to kick in at any moment and the anticipation alone was enough to keep her pussy throbbing slightly. A disgusting looking man stood up and called out the words she was dreading.

"Get that fucking top off, Hypergirl!"

Without breaking her stride, Hypergirl reached down and peeled off the blue Spandex top, cape attached. The crowd cheered and whistled at the sight of her beautiful tits bouncing in the stage lights. The pendant danced around on her chest. She tried not to look but every now and then Hypergirl would catch the eye of one of the jerks sat in the crowd and see the dark, lustful hunger within. It made her feel sick.

"Lose the skirt!"

Hypergirl slowly slid the red skirt down over her pert butt and kicked it away with one red boot. She had sometimes practised dancing at home in the mirror and her hot body was slowly sending the audience wild. She danced over to the side of the stage where a small, fat, bald man waved a $5 bill in her direction. She crouched down and he stuck it in her red panties, his sweaty fat hand staying there for several seconds too long. He stared at her breasts. "Play with your titties for me!" Hypergirl grabbed a tit in each hand and began massaging and caressing them to the music. Then she stood, walked back to the pole and began grinding her pussy against its hardness. It looked to all the world like she was fucking it and she threw back her head in mock ecstasy.

The song reached its conclusion and the club went quiet, the crowd not quite believing what hey had seen. Eventually a man at the back stood up. "Hey Hypergirl, how about you suck my dick!" The audience laughed. Hypergirl didn't. She looked straight at him and began walking across to where he stood. The man was about 40, maybe 5'4, skinny and dressed in a cheap suit. He smelt like stale beer and cigarettes. Pushing the tables aside, Hypergirl dropped to her knees in front of him and unfastened his belt and pants. Ignoring the voices of disbelief coming from the other patrons behind her, she reached into the man's boxers and pulled out his dick.

The cock wasn't particularly long or fat but it stank. For a few seconds Hypergirl knelt there and stared at it, feeling nauseous. "No," she said quietly, "no,no, no, I won't - " Then the witch's words echoed in her mind: GIVE THEM WHAT THEY WANT. She squeezed her eyes shut as she took the thing in her mouth. It tasted worse than it smelt and she nearly vomited. Somehow she managed to compose herself and began to move up and down it's length with her lips and tongue. It grew inside her mouth as the man groaned. Using one had to massage his hairy balls, Hypergirl brought the other hand up to the man's cock, working the shafting whilst she enveloped the head with her mouth. Faster and faster she worked, his disgusting pre-cum leaking out onto her tongue. The crowd cheered.

Click.

The egg in her pussy burst into life, more powerful than ever, and Hypergirl fell forward onto the stinking cock, sending it straight down her throat and making her choke. The man let out a deep groan and his hands grasped at her head. She pulled her head back away from the cock and cried out "Oh my fucking god!" Without really realising she was doing it she reached down and pushed a hand into her panties. Her pussy was already sopping wet and she could feel the egg vibrating even from the outside. Her fingers found their way inside. She moaned loudly. 

After three or four minutes Hypergirl felt the man's balls tighten and she knew what came next. She closed her eyes tight and a moment later his throbbing cock pumped its evil-tasting cum into her waiting mouth and face. The shock made her lose concentration just long enough for her own orgasm to escape. It hit her like a steam train, knocking her to the floor where she lay for the next 5 minutes, writhing and whimpering as the aftershocks worked up and down her body.

Suddenly the lights went up. Hypergirl opened her eyes to see someone new standing over her. He began ordering people out of the club and she realised he must be management. The man threw her costume at her. "Put that on and get the fuck out!" He shouted. "What do you think this is, a mother fucking brothel?! You're gonna get me shut down you crazy bitch!"

Hypergirl hurriedly pulled on her clothes and ran out the door and into the street. She'd almost forgotten about the witch.

"Did you enjoy that?" said the voice.

"No," Hypergirl snivelled, "No I didn't."

"That's not what your pussy said!" said the witch, with a giggle. "Time for the last part of your slut training. COME BACK HERE."

Chapter 5

They were back at the warehouse. Hypergirl sat on a wooden stool. Mylanna stood before her picking through a clothes rail lined with various outfits.

"Hmmm," she said "What would suit a first-class whore like you....? A ha!" She pulled out a pretty black push-up bra and matching panties. "And this... and these... and some nice shoes.... there, perfect. SUPER WHORE, PUT THESE ON."

In a flash Hypergirl shed her now-dirtied costume and put on the clothes the witch had chosen. Over the lingerie she wore a simple, tight, white shirt, sheer black hold-up stockings and a black pencil skirt which reached just above her knees. Her shoes here also black - high-heeled but classy. Hypergirl was relieved at the lack of flesh on show. She actually felt quite elegant.

The witch reached up and undid the top few buttons of the shirt so that the heroine's generous cleavage was visible. She tied Hypergirl's hair up with a small, jewelled clip and finally placed a pair of thick-rimmed black spectacles on her face."The look is complete! My, aren't you a picture!"

Hypergirl spoke. "You said this would be the last part of my training. Did you mean that?"

The witch smiled a wicked smile. "Of course. One last lesson!"

Hypergirl could see the end in sight. Whatever she has planned, she thought, whatever she is about to put me through, it's almost over! With this thought her heart lifted slightly. "Please, let's just get this over with," she said.

"Very well. And just to get you in the mood..." The vibrator deep in Hypergirl's pussy clicked onto it's lowest setting causing her to flinch. "FOLLOW ME."

Hypergirl followed the witch out of the warehouse and onto the street. They passed a number of other pedestrians as they went and Mylanna would smile sweetly and say hello to each one. Hypergirl concentrated on not coming. After a half-hour they arrived at a dingy-looking bar. The witch stopped.

"I imagine you're nice and wet down there." Hypergirl could feel the juices seeping down her thighs. "TAKE THE EGG OUT AND GET RID OF IT." In a moment the egg was out. Hypergirl crushed it between her hands and let the remnants drop to the floor. It felt good to be rid of it. The witch held the door open and followed Hypergirl inside.

The bar was noisy with the chatter and laughter of drinkers. It was a dive. A pool table sat in the corner and an old jukebox pumped out "Born to Run". Nobody took much notice of the two girls as they walked over to a group of students sat in a booth near the door.

The witch turned to Hypergirl. "I have two rules for this evening. DO NOT SPEAK UNLESS IT IS TO ANSWER A QUESTION AND ANSWER ANY QUESTION TRUTHFULLY. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Good." She turned to the students. "Hey guys, do you mind if we join you?"

The witch was dressed in a one-piece purple dress which clung to her body, showing off her beautiful curves to full effect. Her silky black hair hung loose about her shoulders and her bright red lipstick and pale complexion made her look like a 1950s film star.

The boys stared at the pair open-mouthed. Eventually the apparent leader of the group stammered, "Sure, please.... I'm Stuart," He shuffled up and Hypergirl sat down, followed by the witch. "So...er... what are your names, ladies?"

The witch smiled sweetly. "Well, I'm Sindy and this is my friend Emma." Hypergirl looked up from the table briefly. Stuart went round the table and introduced the rest of the group. He turned back to Mylanna. 

"So what do you guys do for a living?"

"Emma's a secretary. In fact, she's my secretary. I'm her boss." She laughed to herself as she said this.

One of the guys looked at Mylanna, then to Emma. "So, what's she like as a boss? I bet she's a real slave driver, huh?"

"She certainly enjoys telling me what to do...." Her eyes flicked across to where Mylanna was sat, then back down.

"That's right!" grinned the witch. "Actually, Emma here has to do anything I ask. Isn't that right, honey?"

"Yes, Mistress."

Stuart laughed. "You guys are crazy!"

"Seriously!" protested Mylanna, "What would you like her to do?" The boy thought for a moment.

"Ah, shit, I dunno.... down that beer!"

The witch rolled her eyes in disappointment. "Is that really the best you can do? Oh well. Emma, DOWN THAT BEER".

Emma reached for the glass in front of her, picked it up and gulped it down in one. When she had drained the glass completely she wiped her mouth on the back of her hand and slammed it back down. The students smiled stupidly at her. Mylanna wasn't impressed. "Come on boys, surely you can do better than that? Look at her, she's a beautiful girl...." Emma looked around at boys, willing them to stay quiet. One of them spoke up. He was a geeky-looking 18-year old in a green shirt and blue jeans. 

"Er... do you think... do you think you could show us your bra...?"

Mylanna shook her head. "For fuck's sake. GO ON, Emma". Very slowly, Hypergirl undid the buttons of the shirt one by one and pulled it open to display the silky black bra cupping her glorious tits. She leaned forward slightly and turned from left to right to give them all a good view. The pendant still hung in the crevice between them. The geek stared wide-eyed. "Wow."

"Guys, come on!" cried Mylanna, "Use your imaginations! Ask her what she did earlier today."

The geek looked up from her tits, visibly flustered. "Um, what did you do today?"

Hypergirl looked him directly in the eyes as she spoke. "First I masturbated while Sindy filmed me. After I came she licked my pussy and I came again. Then she fucked me with a strap-on and I came so hard it broke it my pussy." She could feel her cheeks burning with embarrassment. Her pussy was warming and throbbing gently at the memories. "After that I stuck a vibrator in my pussy and went into town. I had an orgasm in the middle of a busy street while a crowd watched me. Finally..... finally I went to a strip club. I took off my clothes and sucked a guy's dick in front of the whole club. I came again as he spunked in my mouth." She looked down at the table again. The students sat in silence, mouths hanging open.

"I'm bored. Emma, TAKE THE GEEK INTO THE TOILETS AND FUCK HIM. COME BACK WHEN YOU'RE DONE."

She stood up to let the heroine out. Hypergirl stood up, took the boy by the hand and dragged him off in the direction of the toilets. Inside she pushed him into a cubicle and down onto the toilet seat, locking the door behind her. Without a word she unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. It was already rock hard -- at least this wouldn't last long.

She pulled the skirt up over her butt, slipped off her panties and lowered herself down onto him. She was wet enough that his cock slid straight in. He let out a groan of pleasure as she began rocking back and forth, slowly increasing her speed. "Can I suck your tits?" he asked.

"No." 

Before long the boy's eyes began to close, his groans grew louder and Hypergirl felt his hot load pumping weakly into her pussy. She stood up, slipped her panties back on and pulled down her skirt, smoothing it down with her hands. 




The Breaking of Hypergirl



"Did you enjoy that?" asked the geek, looking up.

"No. No I didn't." She stormed out and returned to the booth. Mylanna moved to let Hypergirl take her seat. 

"That was quick. What happened?" she asked.

"He couldn't keep up." The other students laughed as the geek slowly walked back and sat down. The witch looked at them.

"Can any of you losers show this girl a good time or what? It's really quite easy. Watch. Emma, TAKE OFF YOUR SKIRT AND SPREAD YOUR LEGS." Hypergirl unzipped the skirt and wiggled her hips as she slid it down past her butt and off. Then she lifted both feet up onto the table and spread her legs wide. Mylanna reached over, slipped a hand down the front of the heroine's panties and gently started rubbing her swollen clitoris. Hypergirl's eyes fluttered. The rubbing quickened with her breathing until the breaths became hoarse whimpers. She felt the fingers pushing her pussy lips apart and reaching inside.

"Oh fuck", she murmured. One of the students plucked up the courage to speak.

"Does that feel good, Emma?"

Between the moans she managed to force out an answer: "Yes....yes.... yes...." The orgasm was building inside her with each furious movement of Mylanna's fingers. Hypergirl's eyes closed and her chest heaved, making her tits look bigger than ever as they strained against the bra. Her hips started thrusting against the hand, pushing those magical fingers deeper into her wetness. Mylanna leaned over and kissed her sloppily on the lips as she came, then pulled her dripping fingers out of the twitching pussy and slipped them into the heroines hungry mouth. Hypergirl sucked them clean.

Mylanna smiled. "Was that a good orgasm, baby?"

"Yes...."

The boys were speechless. Eventually Stuart's voice broke the silence. "Um, can I have a go?"

The witch giggled. "Of course, Stuart! Emma, CLIMB OVER THERE AND DO HIM." Hypergirl climbed up onto the table on all fours and crawled across to Stuart. As she went Mylanna reached across and yanked the moist panties down past her knees and off. Hypergirl reached down, undid the boys jeans and pulled them down far enough to reveal his hardening cock. 

Stuart started. "What, here?" he asked, looking around.

"Yes, here," panted the heroine. She turned around and lowered herself until she was sitting in his lap. The cock slipped up into her pussy without resistance. She pushed herself back against its length and began working her hips in a circular motion, bracing herself against the edge of the table with her hands. It felt good and she could tell from the hot, heavy breaths on the back of her neck that the boy was enjoying it too. She felt his hands grab her breasts over the silky bra and begin massaging them gently.

Hypergirl was losing herself again. Her body took over and the circles of her hips grew larger and faster. She reached back and took hold of the boys hair with one hand, her other hand guiding the one groping at her tits and pushing it inside the bra. Her pussy tightened around the student's cock. The room seemed to grow dark around her and the sounds faded. She came again, quietly. The contractions of the orgasm squeezed the dick hard and it replied in kind, spilling its hot fluid inside her. Hypergirl slumped in the boy's lap. She could still feel his limp penis pulsing gently.

The witch clapped her hands with glee. "Oh, well done!" She looked at the rest of the faces around the table. "OK, who's next? You," she pointed at the student sat nearest, "it's your turn, come and stand here."

"Y-yes ma'am." The boy looked young for his age. He was shaking with nerves but did as the witch told him, taking position at the foot of the table where he stood, looking awkward.

"Emma, GET UP ON THIS TABLE AND HELP HIM RELAX A LITTLE."

As obedient as ever, Hypergirl lifted herself off the flaccid dick and climbed back up onto the table. She crawled over to the nervous looking boy and began rubbing his cock through the outside of his pants, looking up into his eyes as she did. Then she unzipped his flies, took it out and smothered it with her warm mouth. It quickly grew hard. She stopped and changed position so she was laying on her back, legs spread, offering her pussy. The boy hesitated for a second then gently pushed his dick in and began thrusting, slowly building the speed. Hypergirl felt it working deeper and deeper into her grateful cunt, the tip pushing against the front wall and causing her to moan. Mylanna reached over and yanked down her bra, leaving her tits bouncing back and forth in the open. 

Hypergirl pushed her self up onto her elbows and stared fiercely at the face of the boy who was fucking her. He seemed to read her expression and increased the pace. Hypergirl dropped back down with a grunt. She reached forward, grabbed the back of her knees and pulled her legs towards her head, leaving her feet pointing at the ceiling. The cock penetrated even deeper inside. She started to cry out. Mylanna was still holding the wet black panties and she pushed them into Hypergirl's mouth to muffle the sound. Then the witch ran a finger down the middle of the heroines sweating body, starting between her soft breasts and tracing a line across her flat belly and over her neatly trimmed blonde public hair. It came to a rest on her swollen clitoris and starting rubbing hard. Hypergirl's muffled cries became squeals. The pressure in her pussy built and built as she was pounded against the hard wooden table. Mylanna rubbed harder and faster. Hypergirl felt a new feeling deep her pussy and for a second she thought she was going to pee but she held it. 

Finally her pussy gave in. Juice gushed out as the orgasm reached its peak, soaking the boy and leaving a puddle on the table beneath her. Mylanna grabbed the pulsating cock and tugged on it until it exploded, sending a stream of hot jism across Hypergirl's exposed stomach. She lay, semi-conscious in the post-orgasmic glow. The glasses sat crooked on her face and strands of hair had worked loose from the clip and fell across her red face. In the background she thought she heard the distant sound of cheering.

"Is this a private party or can anyone join in?"

Hypergirl half-opened her eyes to see a crowd had gathered around the booth. At the front stood a fat, bearded pig of a man dressed in a red-checked shirt. Mylanna turned to the crowd.

"Hi guys! Sure, knock yourselves out. Emma, these boys want to play. GIVE THEM WHATEVER THEY WANT." She waved her hand in their direction.

Hypergirl pushed herself up, sat on the table edge and bent towards the pig-man's crotch as he neared. He already had his fat cock in his hand and she grabbed it at the base and began pumping it. When it looked ready she leaned back and waited for him to enter. The oaf looked at her pussy.

"No, I like my holes nice and tight. Turn over."

Hypergirl swallowed hard, then slid off the table, stood up and turned around. She waited for a second whilst the brute yanked the bra off and tossed it aside. Then he grabbed her hair and forced the heroine down across the table edge. She propped herself up with her arms. The man pushed her legs together, the high heels of the shoes helping to push her butt higher in the air.

Hypergirl had never been fucked in the ass before. The very idea made her feel queasy. Her only consolation was that her super strength meant she knew she wouldn't feel any pain.

She could feel the tip of the guys penis at her ass hole. It seemed to resist for a moment but soon the head was slowly working its way in. It felt massive. When he'd forced it all the way in the pig-man grabbed Hypergirl's shoulders and let rip. There was no slow build-up this time, just hard, rough fucking. Hypergirl's fingers spread wide on the table and she gritted her teeth and took it.

After a few minutes she realised it was starting to feel good. The feeling had crept up on her but, now she'd noticed it, the pleasure began to well up inside her. The brute has grunting loudly behind her as he banged her without mercy. Hypergirl collapsed onto the table. She reached a hand down between her legs, stuck her middle two fingers in her pussy and began fucking herself. Her other hand gripped the table edge tightly.

Suddenly the man pulled his cock out of her ass and, with a loud groan, jerked thick cum onto her ass and back. Hypergirl started to slide on to the floor but a new pair of hands lifted her back to her feet. She felt another hard cock being pushed past her fingers and into her pussy. She didn't even bother to look back...

Some hours later Hypergirl lay motionless in the middle of the empty bar. Her stockings were laddered, her face and glasses were glistening with cum. Her hair was sticky with it. It leaked out of her sore pussy and ass, forming a small puddle where she lay.

Mylanna looked down at her. "Congratulations, Hypergirl!"

"Wha...?" She could barely think, let alone speak.

"Your training is complete. You are now a fully trained in the art of humiliation."

Hypergirl smiled weakly to herself. It was over. It was all over! She was free. "I... I passed?"

"You certainly did! And now you're fully trained, you'll come and work for me as my first ever super-whore. Isn't that exciting!"

"What?!" Hypergirl came-to with a start and sat up. "You said I was free after this!"

"Don't be silly," said the witch, "why would I go to the trouble of training you, only to set you free? Now COME ALONG, it's a long walk home, and you're not exactly suitably dressed!"

"Yes, Mistress." The beaten, bedraggled Hypergirl struggled to her feet and followed Mylanna out into the cold, dark street...



The Breaking of the Bat



Author's Note: Sorry it's been so long since the last story post! My muse went on vacation for a bit, obviously! I wanted to let everyone know that I'm going to be shutting down my personal webpages, and my diary on Diaryland. I want to concentrate more on writing and less on that stuff! However, anyone who wants to reach me can do so still by my email. 

Also too, I know this story will not be accurate to true Batman comics...the inspiration came when I was going through my comic books and came across the Catwoman mini-series "Her Sister's Keeper". Also too, don't sue me, DC comics! You won't get very much if you do, and I get no royalties from using your goodies, so let it be known that these characters are your property and I'm simply helping to get them some publicity...yeah, that's it!! Enough with the chatter, on with the story! Enjoy.

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It'd been months since anyone had heard from the Batman. Gotham City was enjoying an unusually extended lull in its crime rate. Thanks to the efforts of the Batman, nearly all of the underworld's greatest criminals were in police custody. The Joker, the Penguin, the Riddler...even the bit players like Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn were taking extended vacations in Arkham Asylum. Those who weren't had smartly chosen to lay low outside the city limits for a while, and the Batman's reputation kept any new talent from choosing Gotham City as their new home. For now, the streets were safe, and the people went blissfully about their normal schedules. There was one person, however, who was not enjoying the crime-free time in Gotham. Selena Kyle stalked the length of her apartment in frustration. "Damn him," she scowled aloud to one of the many cats weaving their way around her feet. As if in response to her anger, the tiny kitten let out a howl of agreement to her plight. 

"Damn him," Selena complained again, flopping down on her sofa for good measure. Trust the Batman to find a way to take all the fun out of being Catwoman. It had been all in fun, mostly...Selena had never been in the crime business for the same reasons the other Gotham goons were. Oh, sure, she'd started out doing it for the money. It seemed like a sweet deal at first. Rob a few precious things from the rich, and never have to spend another night working on a street corner for her dinner. She even took a cue from the caped crusader and bought herself a costume to conceal her true identity, except she added her own twist by making her "cat-burglar" outfit that of a giant cat. It was laughably easy, especially with the self-defense training she'd received and her own natural agility. But all that was before her run-in with the Batman. Remembering their first meeting still sent chills up Selena's spine. She could see why he struck such fear in the hearts of Gotham's underworld. 

A normal man should have looked ridiculous dressed as a giant bat, stalking down crime where the police couldn't handle it. It wasn't ridiculous on the Batman; he'd taken her breath the first time she saw him in person. He was tall, clearing six feet easily, and his gray and black costume made him seem a part of the shadows of the nighttime buildings. The outfit fit the man like a glove, molding to his muscled chest and arms, the cape billowing in the night breeze behind him. He had the regal bearing of a king in the way he moved and walked. Beneath the mask, he had to be good-looking...Selena could tell by the fullness of his mouth below the hood of the costume, and with those grayish-blue eyes that looked so intently at everything. 

When he turned those devastating eyes on her, she could have sworn he could see past the costume, past the soft flesh of her body straight into her heart, and for a moment she felt the quickening of fear in the pit of her stomach and the tiniest spark of heat in her loins. She would have sworn he was immune to such reactions himself...if she not seen the slight widening of his eyes when he found out she was a woman. Their next run-in sealed the way she judged the Batman for the rest of their lives. Selena's former pimp, Stan, had taken it upon himself to kidnap her younger sister in a desperate attempt to lure Selena back to kill her. 

She'd gone back to confront him to save her sister, and in the ensuing struggle Selena managed to kill the pimp but not before he shoved her little sister over the side of a two-story catwalk. Selena had been helpless to do anything but watch her sister fall down, down, down...and straight into the arms of the Batman, who'd been waiting silently below to catch her. The fact that he'd let her get her revenge on Stan and still saved her sister proved to Selena that something was there between them. And so the attraction had begun. Always a game of cat-and-mouse when they met, she began to focus less and less on the money she was stealing for and more on her chances of running into the Batman. Sometimes she'd throw him for a loop, showing up to help him take down a dangerous criminal, then slipping away before he could thank or confront her. 

Other times, she'd steal someone blind and purposely dawdle for long enough to see him. She'd disappear for months at a time, silently watching the goings-on of Gotham until her money supply ran out and it was time to get more, and each encounter with the costumed hero proved to be more intense than the last. On several occasions, she'd baffled the Batman by throwing herself into his arms, forcing him to put his gloved hands around her slender curves to keep them from toppling off a building top while she sealed her mouth to his for an incredible kiss. She'd let him sample the sweetness of her mouth and body for a few moments, relishing in the sensual mating of tongues and lips. He kissed like he fought-hard, passionate, and dominating, and sometimes the sexual tension between them made Selena see stars beneath her costume.

After their brief interlude, she'd slip away if she could, leaving the Batman breathless, aroused, and alone. There'd been a few times where he'd used her passionate embraces to snap a pair of cuffs about her wrists and haul her in for justice. There'd also been times where she'd used them to her advantage, catching him off-guard with a well-timed punch or slamming him with the butt of her whip to disorient him long enough to escape. It was a double-edged sword, the game they'd been playing, and yet neither of them could stop themselves from coming back to the blade time and time again, regardless of the cuts. There'd been a span of time when the mantle of the Bat had been passed to another, and the Batman Selena knew had disappeared. 

She'd known it the moment she'd locked lips with the new Batman, and he'd stood there, cold, unrelenting, deadened. She later learned her Batman had suffered a broken back at the hands of the bastard called Bane, and was away recuperating. She avoided the new hero like the plague, and was relieved when the original caped crusader returned to reclaim his city. But now their meetings had stopped again, due to the lack of crime in Gotham, and it was driving Selena crazy. She'd tried everything to draw the man out. She'd tried stealing from the rich again, but the police were the only ones called out on those occasions, and she'd ending up hocking the jewelry and donating the money to a "Save the Tigers" foundation. 

Then she lifted an artifact from the Gotham Museum of Art, a rare Ming Vase on showcase temporarily. It didn't even get so much as a Bat-Signal in the sky, and she got so pissed off she broke back into the Museum of Art and returned the vase just for spite. So now here she was, in her apartment like a tiger in a cage, wondering what it would take to draw out the Batman from his solitude. 

"Heh," she snorted, leaning her head back against the cushions and absently stroking one of the cats that had climbed in her lap. "Nothing short of a natural disaster could bring him out into Gotham, now that he's on bloody vacation. A disaster or a bomb threat..." Selena's eyes snapped open with an idea, and she bolted upright from her reclining position, sending the feline in her lap sailing to the floor. She ignored the injured glare she got from the cat as she began to smile. "A bomb threat," Selena murmured, a slow smile spreading across her face. She had her idea, now it was time to see if she could build a snare to snag a Bat. Heading to her writing desk, she sat down and began to plan.

It was nearly ten-thirty at night when he arrived. The instant Selena saw the sleek black car pull into the warehouse district, she got butterflies in her stomach. She'd almost been afraid the plan wouldn't work. She'd sent a note to Commissioner Gordon under the guise of another one of Gotham's top criminals, threatening to bomb the city if Batman didn't come alone to the warehouse she'd chosen. Now all she had to do was wait. Peering out the small warehouse window, she could see him exit the car, his gaze taking in the warehouse from all angles. From the alias she'd used in the note, no doubt he'd be expecting henchmen to come from all directions. 

When they didn't, his eyes narrowed and he started for the only entrance to the building. Selena slunk back against the overhead beam, flattening her body to hide along its girth. Her Catwoman outfit blended with the shadows, camouflaging her from his sight. She let him pass beneath her, watching out of the corner of the eye as he scanned the place for enemy attack. He was cautious, never leaving one side of himself open to attack for more than a few moments. Selena crawled along the beam slowly, until she was close enough to make her move. Pressing the button on the small detonator she had strapped to her whip, Selena set of a chain of small explosions back towards the entrance of the warehouse. In the split second that it took the Batman to whirl around to see the source of the bombs, she leapt from the rafters and onto his back, knocking him to the floor. 

It took him a moment to get enough leverage to throw her from his body, giving Selena enough time yank the medicine injector from inside the cuff of her glove. Pressing the muzzle of the gun-like device to the Batman's neck, she pulled the trigger and watched the needle shoot straight through his cowl and into his neck, pumping him full of the drug it contained. He managed to fling her from his body, a move she didn't expect, and she went sailing through the air to crash into a stack of wooden crates. The wind knocked out of her, Selena could only lay there and pant while the Batman got to his feet and came her way. "You?" He rasped, scowling when he saw her. 

"What in the hell are you doing here, Selena?" The tranquilizing drugs were starting to take their effect on him, for his words were becoming slurred slightly. When he came close enough, Selena lashed out with a scissor leg-lock, latching on to the Batman's left leg. Normally, his agility was a match for her own, but with the potion in his bloodstream, it was enough to send him crashing to the ground heavily. He was starting to slip under when she crawled over to him, his eyes confused and cloudy. 

The last word he managed before he completely blacked out was, "Why?" Then he was limp, breathing steady as he slept, completely vulnerable to her. Selena smiled and draped one of his limp arms around her shoulders, her arms encircling his waist as she strained to pick him from the ground. It was a little difficult because of his massive size and the fact he was deadweight, but she managed to get him to the stolen car she had hidden in the back of the warehouse. He had asked her why she was doing this, why she had ambushed him. Selena smiled to herself as she loaded his unconscious form into the passenger seat. Why...a good question. He'd find out soon enough.

It was easy enough to get him up to her apartment. The old Gotham district used to be a series of old businesses, and even after they had been renovated into apartments, there still were qualities about them that other upscale apartments didn't have, like a freight elevator in the back of the building. Abandoning the stolen car five blocks from her home, Selena took her real car the remaining distance back to her building. She took the Batman up using the service elevator, not that she really needed too. It was late at night, and the other tenants of the building were probably drunk or asleep by now. In this part of town, she could have taken Batman in the front door, and no one would have batted an eyelash.

 Her body was going to be sore tomorrow, from all the lifting and carrying she was doing with the man's unconscious form and the nasty bruise she could already feel forming on her back from the crates at the warehouse. But it was worth it as she loaded the Batman into her bedroom and onto the bed. She removed his boots and the gloves of the costume, setting them neatly by the nightstand. Opening the drawer of the small table, she withdrew the little surprise she'd gotten for her guest. Selena strapped a thick leather handcuff around each wrist of the Batman, clipping the other end securely around the strong wooden poles of her poster-style bed frame. 

She did the same with his ankles, maneuvering his legs until he was spread-eagled on the bed and totally secured down. He had just enough slack to be comfortable, but not enough to slip free of the restraints. The Batman in bondage, Selena thought with a chuckle. Looking at him, lying there helpless to whatever she chose to do with him, was in a strange way erotic to her. Beneath her costume, she was starting to feel that sensual little tickle that she always got when she was near him. But, that could wait...she had all the time in the world with him later. For now, what she needed was a hot shower to soothe her tired muscles. 

The drug passed quicker through his system than most people, though through partial immunity to the liquid or just luck Selena didn't know. All she knew is when she emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a towel and carrying her Catwoman outfit, the Batman was already awake and testing the strength of his bonds. "I assure you they're quite sound," she purred, watching those gorgeous eyes swing over to rest on her, the corners of his mouth turning down in disappointment. "So," he said quietly, his voice rich and strong. "Working for the Scarecrow now, Selena? I thought you were above that." She laughed, hanging the Catwoman costume on its place in her closet. "Use your head, Batman," she chuckled. "What purpose would I have with the Scarecrow?" 

"The bomb," he said flatly. "The threat. It was you, but you put the Scarecrow's name on it. Why?" 

"If it had my name on it, would you have believed it? Or would you have sent the police over?" His mouth twitched slightly with acknowledgement, and she climbed up on the bed with him. She straddled his lower body, wrapped in nothing but her bath towel as she sat down square on his costume-covered groin. She knew she would have an effect on him. If the sight of her nearly naked body crawling on his didn't do it, then the tumbling waterfall of wet black curls framing her face and shoulders or the scent of her would. Try as he might, the Batman was only a man, and the evidence of that was starting to swell against her body. "So why the threat? Why am I here?"

"Why seems to be your favorite question, Batman." Selena smiled. She stretched out over his body, her breasts pressing against his chest and her knees planted on either side of his hips. She brought her mouth inches from his own, so close she could almost brush his lips with hers, close enough so her words sent a whisper of hot air over his mouth. "You have a woman who's taken all this trouble to get you into her bedroom, and all you can say is why?" She gave a low chuckle, and flicked her tongue out in one quick motion to trace his upper lip. "Because, Mr. Superhero Extraordinaire, I tried everything else to get you to come and play, but nothing worked." 

"You did this to get my attention?" His voice was carefully neutral, betraying neither humor nor anger.

"Well, I tried robbing the elite for a while, but the police took over those cases. I even stole that damn Ming vase from the museum to draw you out."

"I thought that was you," He admitted. All the facial control in the world couldn't have stopped the wry grin from making the corners of his mouth tilt up. "Who else would steal a priceless Ming vase and put it back?"

"Who, indeed?" Selena laughed quietly. They shared a moment of amusement together. Selena could almost see the humor click off when he slid back into "fierce hero" mode. "So where do we go from here, Selena? You obviously know that you have me where you want me. Now what do you intend to do with me?"

"From why to what," Selena quipped, sliding off his body in one fluent motion. "At least we're progressing a little." She moved over to her dresser and opened the top drawer. Pushing aside the clothes, she pressed in the center of the cedar panel that was the bottom of the drawer, causing it to spring open, revealing that it was a false layer. Beneath was a veritable arsenal, with everything from small guns and their ammo to elaborate clawed gloves to go with her costume. Selena rummaged through and came up with a simple, sharp boot knife, then rearranged her drawer and shut it. Holding up the knife, she watched the wariness creep back into the Batman's eyes. 

"Oh, don't give me that look," she chided. "I didn't bring you all this way, dragging your costumed butt here to kill you. I could have done that back there." She noticed he stopped struggling at his bonds a bit, going very still to watch her movements carefully as she re-straddled him. "We're going to even the odds, Batman. You know who I am, after all. You've known for years. But you, you are still a mystery." Holding up the knife with a grin, she watched his eyes widen in slight shock. "I want to see the pretty face that is behind that mask." 

"Selena, wait..." For the first time since she'd created the Catwoman persona, Selena saw a little fear in the Batman's eyes. "Look," he said firmly. "I knew it would come to this one day. But it doesn't have to be like this. If you really want to see who I am, Selena, undo the cuffs. Let it be my choice." 

"Clever, clever," She taunted him. "But no cigar. The instant one hand is free, you'd have me down and out in a hot second, and you'd be gone. No, I think this way is better. It's more fun." Selena brought the knife up and laid it against the soft cloth that covered his upper cheeks. "Like unwrapping a big, pretty package at Christmas." She watched his lips tighten as she scraped the point of the blade lightly against the material.

"Now stay very still," she ordered. "I don't want you to get hurt." Grabbing the mask in one hand, Selena angled the blade diagonally and slid it beneath the cloth. The edge was razor-sharp, splitting the material in a neat line as she slid the blade up in a slow motion. If he would have flinched, it may have cut him, but he was as still as stone as she worked. When the mask had been slit enough, Selena grabbed the flap, and on baited breath pulled the cloth aside. Bruce Wayne. Pampered little rich boy heir Bruce Wayne was the Batman. Her lips curving up in a satisfied smile, Selena studied his face for the first time, free of the mask. How could she not have seen it? If anything, she should have known by the lips and the eyes, dead giveaways to a woman who'd spent time fantasizing about both. Her reaction must have surprised him, for he searched her face for ridicule or shock. "You don't seem very surprised," He commented dryly.

"It's not that much of a stretch of the imagination," She replied. "I mean, I knew you had to be a man of money. Look at the car, at the technology you have. It was simply a question of which wealthy Gotham socialite you were." 




The Breaking of the Bat



"Now that you know who I am, Selena, this makes things rather awkward between us."

"Why?" She snorted. "Afraid I'll sell your secret to the highest bidder? Squeal to that annoying Summer What's-Her-Name on the news?" Selena used the knife to cut a small tear in the fabric covering his chest. "No, Bat...I mean, Bruce," She said with a grin. Grabbing on both sides of the tear, she ripped the uniform open, exposing the expanse of his chest to her eyes. He was...beautiful, as much as a man could be beautiful. His bare chest was nothing but solid muscle, smooth beneath her fingers. Here and there were scars that were badges of his years of service to Gotham City, from knife wounds and gunshot wounds. A light smattering of hair ran down from between his pectoral muscles and disappeared into the lower half of the costume, hinting at things yet to be revealed. She ran her hands again and again over the bare skin, closing her eyes to imprint them into her memory. She'd fantasized about this moment for so long. A shudder shook her body, sending a heat through her that started on her cheeks and made a beeline down to her breasts and down even further to her lower belly. 

When she opened her eyes, Bruce's eyes were watching her every move, and in their stormy depths she saw a glimmer of an answering heat, kindling in his body. Lowering her head, she found his left nipple, a small perfect nub against his hard skin. Selena flicked her tongue over it twice, then traced circles around the pink bud lazily. She could feel his body tense beneath her questing mouth, his breathing a little faster, but still controlled. He made no sound, but watched her red lips close around his right nipple. When she had suckled them both at leisure, she raised her head and stared right into his eyes. 

"Tell me, Bruce, have you dreamed about this like I have?" She purred. "Have you sat up in that big, lonely mansion and fantasized about me?" Sitting up, Selena ground her abdomen against his. Beneath the remaining cloth of his uniform, he was erect and ready from her ministrations. She reached up and grabbed the knot that held the towel she was wearing in place, yanking it undone. The white cloth fell free in her hand, exposing her body to him for the first time. She knew the effect her body had on men. She'd been one of Gotham's best prostitutes when she was on the streets. But in the reflection of the Batman's eyes, she saw herself for the first time as one that is admired and even loved. Her dark hair tumbled free about her shoulders and spilled down her back. 

Her body was tight and toned, every inch in shape, and every inch alive with desire. Selena smiled down at Bruce, and offered her body to him. She cupped the bounty of her breasts in her hands. 

"Every time you kissed me, I imagined your hands were on me, here," she admitted huskily, her long slender fingers supporting the heavy globes. "I wanted your mouth and your tongue here." She found the partially erect nipples, large and rosy against her skin, and pinched them. Each roll of the nub under her fingertips sent a throb straight to the lips of her pussy, and she felt her flower opening with desire, the lips swelling and parting, the slow drip of her juices filling the slit and leaking onto her thighs and his costume.

"I'd come home alone, and lie in this bed, and I'd touch myself. I'd dream of you, Bruce. I'd imagine it was your tongue opening me like this, getting me ready. Ready for you, to take you all in." She trailed her fingers down her flat stomach, his eyes following their path down to the dark strip of pubic hair that crowned her sex. The long digits pushed through the curls to caress the hidden nub of her clit, running circles over the prominent mound while her hips made involuntary fucking motions. She plunged two fingers into the dripping hole of her pussy, taking them in all the way to the knuckles, then pulling them out and holding them up so he could see them, glistening with the proof of her arousal. 

"Taste me, Bruce, taste what you do to me." She wiped the fingers on his incredible lips, smearing her fluids on his face. He opened his mouth and sucked the two fingers in, suckling the taste of her, cleaning her hand. "God," Selena whimpered, and yanked her hand free, replacing it with her mouth. She tasted herself on him, feasting on his tongue and lips. Like a starved woman, she was ready to devour every inch of the banquet he offered. Her hips moved of their own accord, humping the bulge beneath her with reckless abandonment. Although restricted in his movements due to the cuffs, he strained to follow her motions, hips bucking off the bed. She bit his neck lightly, running her tongue over the nape, breathing in the scent of sweat and man. 

Selena fumbled for the silver knife again, hidden among the covers on her bed. When her hand closed on the hilt, she placed a hand on his trembling stomach. "Don't move," She whispered, and slit the rest of the outfit from waist to knee on one leg, ripping the cloth away from the part of him she ached for. Her eyes widened when she saw it. Who would ever have guessed that the Batman would be so well endowed? He was at least seven and a half inches, but so thick her fingers couldn't even touch when they wrapped around his girth. A low, heartfelt moan escaped his throat when she wrapped her fist around him. 

"Well, well, Mr. Wayne..." Selena chuckled throatily. She watched the clear liquid escape the tip as she slowly worked the skin of his shaft up and down, watched it bubble over the wide slit and run in droplets down the slope of the head of his cock. Making sure he was watching her, Selena lowered her mouth and licked the fluids from the taut flesh. Bruce's hips thrust up again and again as she relaxed her jaw to take him in her mouth. He was so wide she could only take up to the rim of the head, but she ran her tongue over and over the sensitive flesh, teasing him, promising him pleasures they'd denied themselves for much too long. She drew back, watching the massive cock throb with every beat of his heart, purring approval low in her throat. Selena's tongue and lips nibbled up and down both sides of the shaft, tracing the veins and making her way down the smooth pink skin towards the two pendulous sacs that hung beneath.

Lavishing both his balls with generous tongue sweeps and sucks, Selena watched Bruce's face redden as he strained against his restraints. His wrists and ankles were red from rubbing against the leather. "Poor, poor, Batman..." She teased, moving up to straddle him again. "Held captive by the evil Catwoman. Being tortured in the worst way..." She bucked her hips slowly, rubbing her naked pussy on his groin, letting him feel the shaft rubbing up and down the sopping slit. Leaning forward, Selena rubbed her hard nipples against his chest, giving him her weight. The wide head of his cock found the entrance to her sweet hot core, and she pressed back enough to let the tip slide inside her, but only for a second to torture them both. Bruce lunged up as her face passed in front of his, capturing her mouth with his. This kiss made their costumed flirtations seem chaste. 

It was raw, powerful, seductive tongue fucking. He made it blatantly clear what he wanted his lower body to be doing, until they were both gasping for breath. Beneath her sensitive nipples and stomach, Bruce's chest was burning hot. "This isn't how you want this, Selena," He growled, snapping her eyes onto her face. "Not like this. Not with me helpless. Undo these cuffs." Her body was pulsing with need, but her mind was still wary. She looked into his eyes and found heat there, a fire burning just as hot as her own, a need nearly greater than hers. 

"Undo them, Selena." He was right. It should be his option as well as hers, his wants as well as her needs. She undid his ankle straps first, then his left wrist. The instant the right strap came free, Bruce's hands seized Selena's arms, and she feared for a moment a deception, a lie to get free. And then he rolled, pinning both her wrists to the bed with one hand, his mouth seizing hers again and again. The length of his sex rubbed the swollen bud of her clitoris, taking her higher and higher in passion. He let go of her wrists and moved to her breasts, suckling, biting, even squeezing. It coaxed animal growls low in Selena's throat. This was the fantasy she'd been dying to live, his body hot and hard over her, ready and possessive and eager. Her ankles locked behind his back, and Bruce guided his cock to the slick center of her, poised to thrust.

"Look at me," Selena begged. "Let me watch you when you take me." He did, smoothing her dark hair back from her damp forehead, never leaving her green eyes as he entered her in one smooth stroke. They both groaned, still for a long moment, she adjusting to his width and he reveling in the heat of her silken tunnel. They'd survived on crumbs of passion for years, and now that the masks were off, the floodgates of desire were opened wide. The pace they chose was steady and strong, eyes and mouths feasting on the other. Selena braced her hands on the headboard for leverage, lifting her hips to meet every thrust, taking him as deep as he could go. Words of honesty poured from their throats, promises and begging, longings revealed that had been hidden for too long. "I need you," She panted, wanting more, high on passion.

"God, I've wanted this," Bruce grunted, giving more, their abdomens slapping together with the force of their fucking. "I've dreamed of this."

"Yes, oh God, so have I."

"We've crossed the line, you know," He breathed against her neck, his body trembling with more than sex, more than need. "Things won't be the same after this."

"I don't care," Selena moaned, raising her head to nip at his neck lightly. "It doesn't matter...don't let it matter." She brought her hands around behind him, cupping his flexing buttocks in her palms, her nails digging into the flesh. The sensation drove him into a frenzy, and he began to thrust harder, faster, trying to push as deep as he could, trying to touch her heart with his heat. He touched some inner spot, some pleasure center deep within her pussy, and Selena felt the roaring heat of an impending orgasm overtaking her. 

She cried out his name, again and again, gripping him tightly with hips and hands, feeling the tidal wave rising so swiftly and hanging just for a moment on that shining peak. On the verge of losing her mind, she grabbed a fistful of his dark hair and pulled his mouth down. "Love you, Bruce," she admitted in a sob, her body falling over into the freefall of pleasure, her mouth claiming his to drown out her sobs. Her hole pulsed around him in a rush of wetness, each contraction of her inner muscles like a hot sucking mouth on his shaft. Her orgasm was an extended one; it didn't seem like she'd ever stop coming, milking him closer and closer to his own release. Sensing it was near, Bruce started to pull out from her, to spill his seed on the flat planes of her stomach. Selena stopped him fast, pulling him back to her. "Do it," she sobbed. "Stay inside me to the end."

"Selena," He groaned, and began to drive his organ home in earnest, taking her, branding her as his own. "Oh, god, Selena..." Words failed him, all that poured from his throat were heartfelt moans. He thrust twice quickly, then pushed as deep as he could, his cock exploding in her depths, coating the already slick flesh with his seed. She felt the jets of pleasure against her inner walls, and she held his body close until he collapsed, sated, on top of her. 

They slept for a few hours, until Selena awoke to find Bruce stripping off the remains of the ruined costume, returning to the bed to claim her again before drifting off into a full night's slumber. When Selena awoke, she was alone in her bedroom. The cuffs dangled from the bedposts in abandonment, and the tattered remains of the Batman outfit lay scattered around the floor. She didn't bother to get out of bed, for she knew Bruce was gone. Giggling, she wondered if he'd borrowed her coat to get back to the Batmobile. Then again, it would do wonders for his playboy reputation if Bruce Wayne was caught running around the streets naked. She rolled over, burying her nose in the pillow where he'd been laying, breathing in the remaining scent of him. 

Her nose bumped a small white card lying in the middle of the pillow, and she opened her eyes to see a small embossed business card bearing the Wayne Powers Corporation, and Bruce's name. On the back of the card was a telephone number, scrawled in a decidedly male hand. Beneath it, a simple phrase, four little words he'd forgotten to tell her in the heat of the moment: "I love you, too." Selena felt insufferably proud of herself as she dropped the card in her nightstand table. Imagine that, the Batman, giving out his home telephone number. Burbling with laughter, she rolled back over and tried to drift back off into slumber. Her last thought was that Bane might have been the first to damage the Batman in battle, but it had been Catwoman who had truly done the "Breaking of the Bat".



The Breaking of Victoria Price



I had met Jarred in a chat room and we had been on-line for a number of months now, however there was still a great deal of apprehension about me for filling my fantasy of being dressed as a woman and being with another man. I have been dressing for some time and have managed to build a large array of nice things including heels, wigs, dresses, makeup and especially lingerie. I enjoyed the opportunity to be with him on cam and on-line together and during our time we have explored each other bodies and masturbated. I had also used a vibrator on myself as he directed me I simulated him entering my two openings.

I had also managed to keep my secret from my wife Judy of some 14 or so years and took every opportunity to dress whenever she was away. My room was located down stairs and she would only enter when invited to do so. I spent a great deal of time there and Judy didn't mind in the least as it kept me out of her hair. Jarred had convinced me to be on cam and I had also taken a great number of pictures of myself for him dressed in all my pretty things. He had continued to insist that I should meet someone and he would love to see pictures or even live on cam, me with another guy taking cock in my mouth and also being fucked. There was still that whole AIDS thing which frightened me and I couldn't bring myself to go through with it. I was becoming more and more consumed with the thought of going all the way with my fantasy.

Jarreds request for a real meeting with someone else was usually the main focus of our chat and it was during this last time on-line time together he had sown the seed. He told me that there were escort agencies that had male escorts who would do what ever for payment and that this could please us both. He told me how much he wanted and loved me that I was his girl and if I loved him I would do it. I finally agreed to his request and that by the time we were on line next I would have done what he wanted.

Nervously I made the call and spoke with an escort from the agency. Dominic seemed very pleasant and explained that he was more than happy to help me. He also offered to bring a friend who could take the pictures I required. We agreed in principle that the photos would be erotic with only my face in them and that there would be some of me looking at his cock and others with me pretending to lick it and with it resting on my cheek. I informed him that there was no way that I would be taking any one in my mouth and that there was no chance of him taking me in the arse. He agreed to my requests and for the rest of the week I was on tender hooks as I waited for the weekend to arrive 

It was Saturday and Judy would be away. I booked into the hotel early and laid out the pretty things I would wear for my photo shoot.

Jarred liked me in black and I would dress for him. Black lace panties and bra,together with black lacetop stockings and heels. I would be blonde with peach eyeshadow and pink lipstick. I had convinced Judy to let me have my ears pierced so I would wear large gold hooped earings. I took a long hot bath while sipping champagne which would relax me as the hot water would soften my body. I was smooth all over as I had removed all traces of my body hair prior to my arrival. Dominic would be here at 5 PM and I would be ready. I drank a few more champagnes and was very well relaxed as I dressed and applied my makeup. I had just put the finishing touches to it as a knock at the door broke the silence.

I opened it to find a tall handsome young man standing before me. Beside him was an older man with a receding hairline and he was a little overweight. In his hand was a camera case and I assumed that he was the photographer.

"Hello' enquired the tall stranger.

"I'm Dominic."

"Hi" I stammered.

"I'm, ah Victoria."

"Nice to meet you Victoria."

" Can we come in?

I ushered the two men into the hotel room and locked the door behind them.

"This is my assistant Max." 

The man reached out his fat sweaty hand and I shook it after which he went about his business of setting up his equipment. 

"Well Victoria may I say you look lovely."

I felt myself blush as I thanked him for his compliment.

"Could I join you for a champagne?

I took a glass and poured him one from the bottle. All the time his eyes roamed my body as he sipped his champagne.

"So tell me are you doing this for yourself or do you have a friend?

"I have someone who wants these photo's and I'm doing it for him."

"May I ask a personnel question?"

"Ok."

"Have the two of you been intimat?

His question surprised me a little.

"NO, no we haven't."

"He is my on-line friend" I replied.

"Well he is a very lucky guy to have someone as pretty as you."

I felt myself again blush as I took an even bigger gulp of my champagne.

The silence between us was broken when Max informed him that he was ready. 

Dominic took the glass from my hand and taking my other hand led me to the bright lights.

"Now I know what you want so why don't you do what comes natural and Max will shoot it ok?'

I shook my head and also acknowledged Max's direction.

I moved to my knees in front of him and the flash of the camera now took over. I pressed my hand against Dominic's crutch and could feel his cock harden as I massaged it through under the material. Max began to direct me from the side as he continued to snap away.

"Reach up and unzip him."

My hand shook nervously as I reached up and I grasped the zipper between my thumb and fore- finger. I slowly pulled it down with the sound of the zipper echoing throughout the room.

"Now reach inside and take it out."

I found myself again complying with his direction.

"That's it now stroke it."

"Stroke it long and hard."

"And smile, like your are enjoying it."

I felt my lips smile and I gazed at his young and thick black cock. 

I slowly began to masturbate him as the camera continued to capture every single moment. The champagne had completely relaxed me, as I beginning to feel very light headed.

"Now move your head and mouth forward."

I again complied with Max's direction as the bright flash of the camera-exploded time after time.

"Oh yeah baby that looks hot, now stick out your tongue."

My lips parted and my tongue darted out almost touching his stiffened cock.

"That's it Vicky look at it long and hard like you want it."

"You look so fucking hot."

I was beginning to enjoy my new experience as I wanted to be a part of it and my hand had quickened its pace.

"Put those pretty lips closer."

I was beginning to become a little hesitant, as it seemed to be almost touching my tongue, but again followed Max's direction.

"Put your mouth on it" he hissed.

I turned to look at him.

My expression told the story that I was not impressed at what he wanted me to do.

"I told you I'm not doing those sort of shots."

"Honey I wasn't asking you bitch, I was telling you to put your mouth on his cock."

I pulled away and was about to get up when I felt Dominic grab my head and pull my face to his gaze.

"Listen to me very carefully Victoria."

"You will do what you are told to do and you won't get hurt."

"Or if you don't I will beat you good understand."

My mind raced, as I knew that he was in control.

"Oh god no please Dominic, please don't make me do this."

"I've never done this before."

His hand struck my face hard and sent a stinging sensation throughout my body.

I needed time to think.

"Oh god please don't hurt me Dominic I'll do what you want."

"Oh I'm sure you will Victoria."

"You see Max and I intend to fuck your pretty holes real good and you are going to enjoy it."

Tears began to fill my eyes as I could see the evil grin on Max's face.

"Now you will do what Max tells you and you will take my cock in your fucking whore mouth."

I nodded in acknowledgment as I opened my lips and mouth and then felt him pull me head to his cock. I felt his cock slide over my lips and into my mouth, where it pressed against the back of my throat. He held my head tight as I fought hard to breath. Dominic began to pull my head back and forth on and off his cock, using it to pleasure himself. The camera stopped as I could see max from the corner of my eye hurriedly undress. He now joined us as Dominic withdrew his cock from my mouth and Max moved into position.

Max immediately grabbed my head and pulled it to his placid cock.

"Open your mouth you fucking whore."

I again complied with his order and soon found my mouth again full of cock. He pushed it down my throat forcing it deeper with each thrust. I gagged and fought hard not to choke as he continued to rape my mouth.

Dominic grabbed the camera and was taking pictures of Max with his cock buried deep in my oral cavity.

"God this bitch's mouth is so fucking hot."

"You were right Dom, this cunt sucks better that my misses." 

"I'm gonna enjoy shooting my load down her slut throat." 

I was now their new fuck toy and soon realised that I would be here for a long time while the two of them used me.

"Bring her over here so we can both get off in her" yelled Dominic.

Max pulled out and grabbed my wrist hard dragging me to my feet I stumbled toward the coffee table where Dominic grabbed me and they lifted me onto it. My head hung over one end and my bottom over the other. They grabbed my wrists and ankles and using some tape secured them to the legs.

Dominic moved between my open legs and Max moved back to my head. He again grabbed it and steered his cock to my aching mouth. It was again full of cock as Max thrust in and out of me. Dominic grabbed a hand full of my black lace panties and tore them from me, exposing my virgin opening. He greased his cock and I then felt the head against my anal opening. He began to push and I could feel the resistance. I cried out however my cries were muffled with a mouth full of cock. Dominic began to push and his cock was beginning to enter me, pushing past my sphincter. My screams became louder as his cock was tearing its way into me,stretching me wide. His eyes were full of lust as he seemed to enjoy giving me pain. It was almost half way inside me and he wasn't finished yet. He pulled out and then thrust forward and it was becoming easier for him. His balls gently slapped my buttocks as he continued his assault on me.

I was now there bitch and all thought of me not being forced to suck cock and be fucked was well and truly long gone. My senses were returning as I could taste Max's precum and could feel Dominic fill my anal hole. I knew they intended to cum in me and that they would also exchange places once they had become hard again.

"Oh fuck Dom I'm so close to fill it's mouth with cum."

"Her Fanny is so fucking tight as well."

"Your gonna enjoy fucking it Max."

I wasn't prepared as I felt Max's cock twitch and with one more shove his cock exploded in my mouth. It caught me by surprise as so much soon filled my mouth. It gushed from my lips and spilled down over my nose and onto my forehead. He continued to expend it all thrusting deeper with each spurt. I struggled to breathe and gag, as I didn't want it in my belly.

"Swallow it you bitch" he hissed as he pulled hard on my nipples.

I opened my mouth further and felt it slip down my throat. It tasted vile as it made its way to my stomach. The sight of seeing Max cum now tipped Dominic over the top and with one last thrust he too exploded in my anus. I could feel his seed spurt hard, deep in my bowel as he thrust one last time. His cock began to soften as he pulled out of me and I felt his cum ooze from my opening.

Max had taken the camera and was now shooting pictures of my cum filled body. I had been broken in and they would in time release me. I was forced to shower and apply new make up. There was no need to be secured this time as I was now a willing partner and would be again serviced by the two of them. Susan must have thought it strange as she watched me hobble, as I was too sore to walk after the fucking I had been through. Jarred loved the pictures and liked the thought that his bitch had been fucked and that I would be well prepared for our eventual meeting.



The Breaking Point



"Do you know why I'm here boy?"

The young blonde man made a grunting sound through the gag which one could almost distinguish as a "Fuck you," and rotated his wrists, pulling at the ropes that help each hand.

"I could have any slave I want. I could go upstairs and drink and party with everyone else with a well-trained slave there to serve me. Do you know why I don't?"

The older, dark haired man paused to take a few of his tools down from the wall.

"You see, I find well-trained boys exceedingly boring – I would never be happy with one. No, what I truly enjoy is taking the feisty, spirited ones and watching them break," he said calmly, setting each item out gently on the table only a few feet away from where his new project stood blindfolded, gagged, and bound. He took a long few seconds to admire the lean, athletic body of the boy standing before him with hands tied on each side to the horizontal bar running across the top of the cell and legs straddled with ankles tightly secured to the vertical metal bars. This one couldn't be older than 21, he observed.

The boy threw his weight forward against his restraints again, yelling obscenities into the wadded up cloth stuffed in his mouth and the older man chuckled, thoughtfully choosing the red zapper from the table. He strode over to his victim and released a shock into the boy's right bicep, watching the boy jump at the unexpected pain. The startled cry that rose from the boy's throat sounded heavenly to him.

Stashing the zapper into the back of his jeans, the man reached forward and ripped the front of the boy's tshirt, which was damp with sweat. When the boy threw his weight into his left shoulder trying to pull away, he quickly grabbed the zapper and released another shock, this time on the boy's abs, and let his ears drink in the sound of the boy letting out another startled yelp. The boy's breath was coming slightly heavier now.

He switched the zapper to his left hand and used his right to grab hold of the boy's jaw, turning the boy's head towards him so they would be looking eye to eye were it not for the blindfold.

"Doesn't the blindfold make it so much worse?" He shocked the boy's left pec just above the nipple. "Not being able to see-" now the right hip just above the bone, "-where the next shock-" then just below the collarbone, "will be?" Instead of yelling, the boy only grunted and his jumping reduced to flinching slightly by the last shock. The boy was bracing himself and that stubbornness was what was going to make this fun. He relaxed his grip on his victim's jaw and the boy ripped his head out of the man's grip, looking decidedly away from his tormentor.

Chuckling, the dark haired man gave one last shock to the boy's abs before going back to the table and setting the zapper back in its space.

He casually walked back over to the boy and tugged on the cloth in the boy's mouth. The younger man opened his mouth wider and allowed the gag to be removed. He could tell by the sound when the boy took three tries to swallow that the boy was already dehydrated and that was something he would be able to use.

"What's your name, boy?"

"Go fuck yourself," the boy said loudly as he stared directly toward his captor. The man noted that the boy's gaze held at eye level for several seconds before he used his left hand to punch the boy in the stomach. The boy grunted loudly as the air escaped his lungs and he would have doubled over if the ropes would let him.

"That's okay, I'll go first. You may address me as the usual – either 'Sir' or 'Master'- but I don't think that was difficult to guess," he announced evenly as he let the boy cough and catch his breath. "What's your name, boy?" he repeated.

Sir watched as the boy tightened his abs and ground his teeth stubbornly. He tore the sleeves of the boy's shirt so it fell to the ground and then backhanded him across the face.

"Did you know that most of the men doing the training like me, they don't even both to ask. They give their boys new names. It's easier that way, you see, because when you give him a new identity you can focus less on destroying the old and more on building the new....but, tell me, where is the fun in that? Where is the challenge?"

The boy had recovered from the last blow and was now looking straight ahead, so Sir hit him across the face again. Once more the boy turned his head forward and once more Sir hit him.

The older man took a step back to run his eyes over every line in the boy's pale skin created by the muscles in his arms, shoulders, pecs, and abs as the boy – whatever his name was – worked to regain his composure. He's probably about 5'11", maybe 6', Sir noted to himself. The young man was obviously at least relatively active, that much was obvious by his lean muscles, and the man's eyes lingered over the sexy V-lines showing above the boy's jeans. 

The boy looked ahead again, but it also took him a full second longer to do so, which made Sir smile just a little. 

"That's four. The record so far is eleven, but you're well on your way."

"Fuck you!"

This time Sir hit him in the lower abs.

"Do you think you can set a new record?"

The next hit was to the young man's left side. While the boy had previously only grunted with each blow, he yelled this time and his moderately heavy breathing graduated to gasps of pain. Beads of sweat could be seen on his smooth chest, forehead, and the beautiful curves of his neck.

Sir saw the gratifying flinch as he ran his hand over the boy's chest and abs as his newest victim continued to heave for breath, but he was pleased that the boy didn't try to move away.

Mockingly, Sir crowed, "Don't tell me you're giving in yet! After only five?! What would your friends think of you – being weak like this?" He paused. The boy had regained something resembling steady breathing, though it was still on the heavier side. "What's your name?" 

There was no reply and Sir saw him set his jaw, but the boy's head remained tilted down.

Finally, the man put his knee into the young man's groin. He didn't put a lot of force into it, but just enough that the boy screamed, his knees gave out, and he hung for several moments by his wrists.

The boy now grunted with every breath and his face was a mask of pain.

Sir wrapped both hands around the boy's throat and, lifting him back to his full height, gently pressed him against the bars so his breath was only a little harder to come by.

"That's six, boy. Only six more to a new record."

"Cole," the boy whispered.

"Come again?" Sir tiled his head and brought his ear closer to the boy's mouth but pressed harder on the boy's throat, further obstructing his breathing.

"My name's Cole."