0 comments/ 181013 views/ 1 favorites Broken in By: Stena101 My wife and I have been married for over 15 years; we were both pretty inexperienced sexually and our sex life since has been ok, but not wonderful. I felt I was not satisfying her because by the time I had made her cum, I was so knackered I was asleep in seconds. I felt she should be enjoying multiple orgasms and enjoying all sorts of cocks in her. My wife is now in her mid 30s but really looks 10 years younger and has a great figure and stunning legs. When we married she wore fairly frumpy clothes, but over time she got a bit more adventurous – her heels got higher, her skirts got shorter and she even had a butterfly tattooed on her breast, although for years I was the only person she would allow to see it. When we had sex we would both share our fantasies; I thought mine were out of order, but hers were outrageous and I loved them. She fantasised about fucking total strangers, being gangbanged, bondage and even being fucked on stage in public. I wanted her to turn them into reality, but she could not do it. I gave her plenty of opportunity and let her know that I gave up my exclusive rights to her cunt, anus and mouth. One Saturday evening we met a group of friends at a local hotel – she was wearing a very short black leather mini skirt, black fishnets and knee high black boots. She got loads of attention, from the husband of one friend and also from a football or rugby team, which was in having after-match drinks. She told me afterwards that she fantasised about going to a room with them and letting them all have her. She started going clubbing with some friends and she always dressed in a sexy manner. First time she wore a totally backless top, which tied at the back, with tight black leather trousers and boots. When she got home she told me she got lots of attention, lots of offers to buy her drinks and at one point she felt someone trying to untie her top. Lots of guys wanted to dance with her and get real close and personal, but she wouldn’t let them go any further. We talked about her inability to share her beautiful body. I knew she would really like to do it, she just needed help to cross the line. I’d noticed, when we were having sex, she got to a point when she just wanted her cunt filled, and not by an object – she’s tried plenty, vibrators, bottles, candles, vegetables, but she preferred cock. When she got to that point, I reckoned she would let anything in that pushed in the right place, so I came up with a plan. We had decided to have a weekend away from the kids and go to Amsterdam, so I told her she had until that weekend to share her body with one or more other men or I would have her broken in as a slut in Amsterdam. My work took me to Amsterdam quite a lot and I had checked out the famous redlight district and found a club that was prepared to help, that is break her in and then arrange for her to be fucked in public. By the time we went to Amsterdam, she hadn’t let anyone else enjoy her gorgeous cunt, so she knew something was going to happen to her, but she didn’t know what. I didn’t want to waste any time, so on our first evening there, after she had bathed and shaved her cunt – fortunately she loves it to be really smooth, so she always keeps herself shaved – I put her on the bed naked and then tied her to it, spreadeagled; I blindfolded her and put a ball gag in her mouth. She knew her breaking in was about to start and I could see her cunt getting wetter and wetter as I made her wait. I had arranged for five guys to come to the room to give her pleasure overload. As agreed they didn’t say anything, so apart from hearing the door open and close she had no idea who, or how many were in the room. She told me afterwards she had expected only one, but I wanted to make sure she was really broken in and knew all her holes had been well used by strange cocks. Over the next couple of hours all six of us touched her, kissed her, licked her, fucked her in every hole and just to make sure she knew she was now a slut, ended with everyone pissing all over her and in her mouth. All the time her blindfold remained on, so she did not know how many men there were or whether they were black or white. She had so many new experiences, including a cock in every hole at the same time, and I lost count of the orgasms she had. When it was all over I bathed her and put her to bed for the night. I wasn’t sure what her reaction would be in the cold light of the next morning, but she had the glow in her face she always has after a good fucking and she wanted to know what was next. Surprisingly, she didn’t ask about the night before, so she still doesn’t know who had her. We spent the day sightseeing, especially the redlight district where we visited some of the shops – they have so much more than we get here! We looked at some of the girls in their windows and she wondered what it would be like to get paid for fucking – one day she’s going to find out I think! I told her we were going to a sex club in the evening, but I didn’t let on that I’d already arranged for her to be the main event. She dressed in a lovely white dress, very low so it showed her tattoo, very short so it showed all over legs, very tight and no bra – she has beautiful nipples which pushed the thin material away from her gorgeous tits. I’d love her to go without a G string, but she is so wet, she’d end up with wet patch on her dress. On her feet she wore a pair of white high heels with straps around her ankles. When we entered the club she was surprised to see a lot of women, many of them very beautiful – she had expected lots of dirty old men. We had a table near the front and she watched the show, initially with embarrassment, but I saw her nipples getting harder and knew she was getting turned on by the live acts on the stage. Then came the moment I had been waiting for, when they asked for a volunteer from the audience to join them on stage. One of the performers, a very well endowed black guy, came towards her with his hand out and invited her to join him. I expected her to turn away, but the action of the night before had torn down the barriers and now she just wanted that cock in her. On the stage there were three male performers and a bed. They took off her dress and G string, but left her shoes. The guy who had come to get her got between her legs and started eating her out. She had been put on the bed so her head hung over the other side; one of the other performers then eased his huge dick into her mouth and gradually pushed back into her throat. As one guy brought her to her first orgasm with his mouth, the other one deep throated her and shot his load all over her lovely face. All three guys publicly used all of her holes while I watched absolutely amazed at the slut my beautiful wife had become in 24 hours. One fantasy my wife did not have, was to have sex with another woman, but after the three guys had finished with her, a stunning woman appeared on stage and started to eat my wife’s gaping cunt. She soon had her first orgasm brought on by another woman and when offered her pussy to lick, she went at it like she had been doing it all her life. I took her back to the hotel and we both wondered what the next day would bring. Broken In I had just changed jobs and I really didn't know anybody at work. That was until Dennis invited me over to his place. Dennis was a tall, good looking guy whom everyone at the company seemed to like. I was surprised when he asked me to stop over and have a beer or two. I went over to his apartment one Friday night and Dennis invited me in. He broke out two beers and we chatted for awhile. Dennis then said he wanted to show me something. He asked me to follow him back to his bedroom. Once we got there I looked around. All I could see was a king size bed taking up most of the room. Dennis then walked over to me and took me by my belt buckle and pulled me close to him. I was taken by surprise, to be honest. That was when Dennis kissed me hard on the mouth. I had never done anything with men before. I had only dated women. I tried to pull away, but Dennis was holding me tight to his body. "Dennis, stop please!" I said to him. Dennis totally ignored me and he started stripping me down. Off came my shirt and then my pants and underwear. Dennis told me to kick off my shoes and socks. I just stood there until Dennis reached down and took them off for me. I was totally naked now and I was embarrassed. My cock had gotten hard from all that activity. Dennis proceeded to undress and then he pushed me onto the bed with me on my stomach. I guess I was in a state of shock still. What had gotten into Dennis? The next thing I knew Dennis was on top of my backside. I watched as he reached over to a night stand and he grabbed a tube of cream. The light went on and I knew what he had planned for me. I tried to wiggle free, but it was no use. I could hear Dennis lubing up his cock. I forgot to say that Dennis had a big erection. I guessed he was seven inches in length, but his prick was so thick. I looked puny next to him. I felt Dennis pry my legs apart and I then felt the knob of his cock probing my hole. Please Dennis, don't!" It was no use me begging him to stop. Dennis started to push his erect dick against my tight opening. God, did it hurt. I started to grunt and moan at the same time. Dennis was feeding my ass with his thick rod. He finally must have gotten the whole thing into me. I felt his body pounding against my bottom. His enormous cock was stretching my small ass hole out, that much was for sure. It was quiet except for my grunting and skin slapping against skin. As I look back on it, Dennis took me like I was his virgin whore that night. Sometime during that fucking I must have given in to Dennis. I started to push back against his hard erection. That was when Dennis started to speed up in his fucking of my ass. He was pounding me hard by that time. I could feel drops of sweat from Dennis hitting my back. After that buildup Dennis finally let out this roar. He grunted loudly and then sunk his thick cock into me once more. I felt Dennis erupt inside my belly. All that heat from his male cum was heating up my bowels. Dennis kept stroking me for many minutes after he first shot his load into me. I did feel his cock going soft and Dennis did finally pull out of my tortured asshole. He laid onto my back at first. He kissed and bit on my neck after we had finished up our man sex together. "You better go and get cleaned up," Dennis told me. I felt like a truck had hit me. I slowly got up from the bed and went into the bathroom. I sat down and emptied out as much of Dennis love cum that I could. My ass felt so raw after what had happened. I walked back to the bed. Dennis was on his back and he was stroking his prick. I was surprised to see he was hard once more. "Climb on top," he told me. I just looked down at his naked body. If I did as he asked there would be no turning back. I knew I would be fucking men from then on. I got onto the bed and climbed over the middle of Dennis. He reached out and placed his hands on my hips. He started to push me down onto his rod. It was much easier this time around. His male cream had lubricated me for some more fucking. Dennis started to bring his ass up from the bed. As I sunk down on his thick erection he fed me more of his cock. After a few minutes Dennis took his hands from my hips and brought them to my chest. He began to massage and pinch my nipples. That had always made me hard when a woman had done that to me. This time was no exception. My hard cock was bobbing up and down as Dennis fucked me for a second time. Dennis did reach down and take hold of my cock. He started to stroke me up and down. I was getting so worked up by this time. I had become accustomed to Dennis having his cock buried in my hole. I was getting so close to popping from Dennis stroked me. I think I just lost control and I shot a stream of my cum onto his chest and face. There was cum flying everywhere. That seemed to push Dennis over the edge as well. I felt him hosing my ass again with his warm liquid. I used my ass muscles the best I could to milk all his love offering from that giant prick. When we finally did finish up I fell onto the bed and felt like I couldn't move. Dennis rolled over next to me and we kissed once more. "I want you as my lover, Alan." That was the beginning of the two of us fucking all the time. I did manage to experience fucking another man. Dennis told me he liked to be fucked once in awhile. When we were in bed I lifted his legs up and rested them on my shoulders. I slid my hard cock into my lover and fed him as deeply as I could. I have to admit I did like fucking another man. However I much preferred to have Dennis use me with his thick member. I know it is probably very stupid the two of us fucking without protection. It's just when I feel Dennis slide his bare cock into me and then he blows his sticky load into my ass, there is no other sensation quite like it. No one at work knows what we are up to together. I am going to hold onto Dennis as my lover for as long as I can. He plans on fucking me in the shower tonight. I can't wait! Broken In: A Ponygirl Story A gag can be uncomfortable to the uninitiated. It’s not simply a matter of something to keep you quiet, although of course it does that too. It makes it harder to breathe, can hurt your jaw, and indeed, for the less strong willed slave can degrade you thoroughly, depending on the type. There's a huge range of styles from your silk scarf through to the rubber ball, but once I found myself in a pony gag - a bit - it was a completely different experience; not least because of what went along with it... His hands were surprisingly gentle as I felt the bit press between my teeth. It was leather, and cushioned somewhat, less hard on my teeth than some other styles. The slightly salty taste of the leather, warm and somehow sexual in itself and the delicious, animal smell of it gripped me immediately. Our 'games' had been working to this point for a long time. We'd started where most people with a curiosity about BDSM start, scarves, fluffy handcuffs. Bright colours and the novelty making them somehow less deviant, and I suppose they were. Of course what we did with them, the pleasure that we - my master and I - both felt solely due to the 'deviant' aspect of our play - made them a very different kind of novelty for us. We'd worked our way through a variety of different playthings, researched what was out there and what we could try. Bondage websites, Sex shops, even fanclubs filled with devotees of various areas of adult play, none were safe from our browsing. We wanted to learn and taste and see it all, working our way up, one baby step at a time, careful not to miss anything. There was never any great question of me taking the submissive role in the relationship. In the beginning, while we were still fooling around with our play, my Master had quickly fallen in love with the idea of having an obedient slave to tend to his every beck and call. Equally easily, I'd fallen into the role of his plaything; although anyone who knew me in the outside world would have been shocked at how easily and readily I did as he asked... most of the time anyway. Sometimes, I just wanted to be punished. Pony gear was a new adventure for us. My master, Tyler, had discovered it during his 'studies' and I could see from the way that his eyes lit up when he talked about it that he loved the idea of dressing me as a show pony. It was something I could understand, on the right pony, a gag and halter looked incredibly sexy. When the bit was first placed into my mouth, I was fairly well prepared for it, the numerous gags we'd encountered in the past meant I knew how to breathe with it in and its shape made it surprisingly easy. It was when the halter went on as well that things got a little more interesting. I was kneeling on the floor, naked except for a pair of thigh high patent leather boots and a blood red bustier that stopped just below my hips. My wrists were fixed firmly behind my back in leather shackles and I struggled to keep my balance as my master slipped the halter over my head. It constricted the movement of my mouth with a strip of leather under my chin and another across my forehead. I tossed my head so that he could see my displeasure - a good slave always knows to speak only when spoken to and a pony, of course, shouldn't speak at all. I felt him stroke my hair and rub my shoulders. We both knew that like anything it'd take a little getting used to. Although having my body confined had become second nature to me, headgear beyond a gag was still new to me and I wondered how quickly I'd become used to it. My master pushed me forward so that I was leaning against the bed for balance, and I couldn't help but turn slightly to see what the next part of my outfit was. After all, After a bit and harness, maybe some reigns; wasn't that enough to turn me into a pony? I quickly found out, that we weren't yet done. Tyler came around the front of me to where I could see him and I watched him smearing lube onto a black butt plug. This in itself was not unusual, we had amassed quite a stash of plugs and dildos and strap-ons for various occasions, but this one I hadn't seen before. It was a lot bigger than any of our other anal toys, and I felt myself wince involuntarily at the size of it. I'd never had anything that large penetrate my ass and just looking at it I felt a quick surge of panic flush through me. There was more to it though - the bottom end of it was not merely a handle like most of our other toys, this one was rather similar to a whip. Leather strips fell from it in a thick bunch and I saw it immediately for what it was. My tail. I looked at my master, my eyes wild and started bucking and wriggling. In the position I was in, it was difficult to get up, move out of the way and in my panic, I tried to tell him through my gag that I did NOT want that inside me! In two quick steps Tyler was behind me and I discovered that the plug looked like a whip, yes, but it worked like one too and the slap of the tails against my ass burned. I continued to wriggle even after the first blow fell and it was followed by two more sharp, swift lashes. I felt myself shaking involuntarily just a little and tried to breathe deeply and remain calm. I felt Tyler's fingers, wet and warm from the lube he'd be using on the tail probing at my asshole, as he slipped one and then two inside me. I started to relax a little more, telling myself this was fine, this I had done before, this was nothing unusual. A third finger caused my to moan softly under my gag, treading that fine line between pleasure and pain as he began to speed up his thrusting into my tight asshole. It seemed he tried to spread his fingers a little as it did it, preparing me to be penetrated by the monster plug. I felt him lean forward to kiss my shoulders lightly as a reward for attempting to correct my behaviour and was almost disappointed when he pulled his fingers from inside me. It didn't last. I felt the large tip of my 'tail' press against my asshole and tried to relax. It didn't look like it'd be that much bigger than three fingers… how wrong I was. With one swift hard push that would've made squeal in pain without the gag (and indeed I tried it, futilely) I found myself shuddering; first from the size of the plug and then from the quick, stinging slaps for squealing. My first thought was maybe I could reach it with my wrists if I managed the right angle, but I soon felt more leather straps on my body, around each leg and one that lead up my back to my halter, making sure my tail was kept firmly in place. A final strip ran down my back and back up my front again and I felt his fingers against my wet cunt as he pulled it through. I could feel that as soon as I stood up, the angle of it would press against my clit, maybe not enough to get me off, but just enough to excite me, and I dreaded it, knowing that I didn't get properly satisfied unless I was a good slave. My master grabbed me under the arms and pulled me to my feet. I felt him clip a leash to the back of my halter and jerk it slightly, pulling my head straight. With my tail in place, it was difficult to find a comfortable position. I squirmed, trying to find a position that worked and quickly felt a sharp pain against my upper thighs. Not only was I dressed like a pony; it appeared I would be whipped like one. My master walked around me, looking at the finished result, and I noticed a riding crop in his hand. I watched him weave in and out of sight as he circled me, taking in the vision he'd created. I was what he'd wanted after all, a pony girl. I struggled to remain still, eyes dead ahead. He finally spoke, for what seemed to be the first time in an eternity, more to himself than to his lowly pet. "I'd almost forgotten" and reached into his pocket. It was difficult to see what he held without looking directly at him, but it wasn't long before I found out. My nipples where roughly, painfully pinched as first one and then the other were decorated with small bells on something that felt much like a crocodile clip. Any movement I made, no matter how subtle, they would tinkle lightly. They were tight and hurt, made worse by the fact that my nipples were hard from anticipation and apprehension. My master looked down on me with a smile, even in my high heeled boots he was taller than me, and I could tell from his face that I met his approval, in looks if nothing else. "Perfect. You look just perfect." He seemed a little wonderous at the fact that I looked so good to him, or maybe that was just the lack of blood in his head. "Now, shall we see if you can prance like a good pony?" I gingerly made my way around the room, in a circle, as Tyler stood in the middle, holding my leash, spinning to watch me. Walking was a little difficult with the buttplug firmly fixed in my ass. However, it dawned on me that keeping my ass 'turned out' so that the tail fell properly and sat at the right angle would make things easier and as I grew more comfortable, I managed to walk around a little easier, head still held high. "That's how I want to see your ass in pony gear. Sticking out behind you. It's just how I like you. You're a good girl" His voice sounded slightly breathless, as if further enforcing what he was saying. I felt a slap against my lower thighs with the crop. "I want your knees up, I know you've seen equestrian events - real ponies pick their legs up when the walk." He slapped me again in the same spot, just as the stinging had began to subside from the first slap. I started to walk a little faster, trot even, picking my knees up a little higher as I circled the room. My high-heeled boots made perfect clip-clop sounds as I trotted around on the tiled floor and it flashed through my mind how perfect it was. However the spell was broken by the hiss of the crop through the air as it landed against my thighs with a loud, sharp slap. "Higher. I want your knees right up high. I don't want you to disappoint me." At this point I was bordering on annoyance, but I knew how deeply my master had immersed himself into this fantasy and I wanted to make him proud. I lifted my knees as high as I could manage without losing my balance and continued to trot around the room. I heard Master Tyler sigh in appreciation. "Oh you are such a good girl. You make such a pretty pony. Well behaved ponies get ridden after their work is done you know." I moaned softly behind my harness. The strip of leather than ran between my legs was doing just what I had expected. I was stimulated just enough by it to be excited but I knew that I wouldn't come from the stimulation, even when combined with being whipped it wouldn't be enough to give me the orgasm I craved. I picked up my pace, desperate to get my reward. The crop cut through the air again, but this time was slightly lighter and I heard the bells on my nipples clunk as it hit them. I cried out from behind my gag as the crop made the clip tug at my nipples. "Chest out and shoulders back" he told me, same line my mother had used far too often when I was a teenager. I concentrated on getting my stance right, and in my head, I could see how I must have looked. "Perfect. It’s just what I wanted. Keep this up and we might have to take a trip to the country, get a little sulky for you to pull around." the comment was more to himself than me, but so intent on receiving his instructions was I that it was perfectly clear to me. The idea of being his pony was certainly growing on me, and being outdoors in the sun, feeling the wind against my naked body wearing what most people would consider well beyond indecent made me moan again. "Oh you heard that did you? My little pony girl wants to be outdoors for all to see? Maybe find a nice stable hand to look after you?" He pulled tight on the leash and I came to a halt, casting my eyes down to avoid his gaze. He moved in closer to me and was hissing in my ear in a low voice that I knew meant two things, the first was that he was about to punish me. The second was that if he could make it through the punishment, I'd be well rewarded. "Animals are indiscriminate, aren't they? They don't care which stallion it is that mounts them." The crop snapped hard at my ass, clipping the butt plug and making me moan. "You want to be out there, where the world can see you and know you for the little slave you are, discipline you for themselves?" I felt the crop again. "You are MY slave, unless I choose to share you, and until that day, you will obey only your master" The crop caught my thigh this time, stinging enough for me to wonder if it'd broken the skin. "And know this, if I choose to let others ride my pony girl it will be MY decision and not yours." I felt a short rein of slaps on my ass and thighs, each increasing my discomfort and I felt tears form at the corners of my eyes and slide down my face. My master stepped back to watch me, I knew he'd find it hard to resist the combination of tears and leather. I stepped towards him and rubbed my head against his shoulder like a pony attempting to scratch an itch before looking up at him with sad, apologetic eyes. I walked towards the bed and leaned against the headboard, sticking my ass in the air. I looked back over my shoulder and eyed him briefly before looking back down at the floor, the image (in my mind) of a naughty pony. I wanted him to know that he was my master, and only he, and that I was his whenever he wanted me, and that I would be a very good girl. I knew how Tyler felt about me being subservient and as predicted I heard tell tale sounds of pants being discarded. I didn't turn around, knowing that at best I'd be spanked again, and at worst, I'd be denied sex. In one, swift move, I felt him grab my hips and push the leather strip that covered the lips of my cunt to one side and his cock, as hard as I'd ever felt it was rammed deep into my dripping wet cunt. I moaned, loudly, as loud as one can with a bit in her mouth. I felt the leather strips of my tail brush against my thighs, tickling them as he nudged them with each stroke. His stomach pushed against my tail with each upward stroke ramming not only his cock but also the butt plug with each thrust. The combination of both inside me was incredible, the sensation of being so completely filled a turn on beyond anything I might have imagined. I'd been penetrated simultaneously before, but never with a combination so large. Tyler's cock pumped frantically into me and I felt him tug on the leather straps that held my tail in place while his other hand was firmly planted on the bed keeping balance. I began to feel the hot throbbing pleasure of an orgasm begin to surge through me and knew that Tyler could feel my cunt beginning to contract. I heard him begin to pant softly with the extra exertion that comes from trying to penetrate contracting muscles in a wet pussy. With a low, smothered moan, I felt my whole body tense up an shudder as an intense orgasm rolled over my body, prompting Tyler's body to respond with one of it's own. Breathless and spent, we stood for a few long moments, pressed against the head of the bed catching out breath. I felt Tyler absently stroke my back, and finger my pony gear, laughing softly and knew that this wouldn't be the last time I played the part of his pony girl. Broken in Bondage Her predicament is unenviable. Her blindfold hides her tears, but not her sobs. Her mouth is held wide open by a steel spider gag that grips her top and bottom rows of teeth, its metal circle painfully forcing her jaw into an obscenely gaping 'O'. Her moans of fear and discomfort are still clearly audible despite the gag, and adding to her humiliation and misery, drool is starting to drip down her lower lip onto her chest and between her naked breasts. Her bondage is secure, but allows her a significant range of movement. She is suspended 2 feet off the ground against a cement wall. Her slender arms are tied together with rope at the wrists and attached, above her head, to an eyelet in the ceiling, pulling her hands and arms high above her. Her feet are pulled up, each ankle tied to the thigh of the same leg, bending her knees yoga style and giving her a strangely frog-like appearance at first glance as the soles of her feet touch each other just below her exposed pussy. Her thigh and ankle ropes are attached to rings in the wall behind her so that she is able to strain her thighs to relieve the pressure on her wrists, pushing her whole body up by levering against the ropes that also serve to keep her legs widely and lewdly separated unless she works hard to close them. I started her out in this position when she was first delivered to me because it's so effective at breaking in new recruits. It simultaneously exhausts them, creates pain, and brings them rapidly to a position where they are forced to choose to orgasm in an unwanted and humiliating way. Sometimes it's even possible to get them to beg to be fucked with a vibrating dildo the first session, all without even having to ask them to comply. The real beauty of the system is that it starts out slow, but builds with an inevitable momentum. My captive experiments with her predicament, realizing after a while that her wrists are beginning to hurt as the weight of her body hangs from them, the rope cutting them cruelly. She flexes her bound thighs, pushing the soles of her naked feet together as the muscles in her toned legs push her torso up, her squat thrust relieving the pressure on her wrists as her knees straighten slightly. As she grunts in effort, the space between her legs formed by her feet, knees and crotch slowly expands from a flattened diamond to a square shape. For a moment she feels better, the relief from pain in her wrists distracts her from the fact that her legs are already tiring, her thighs beginning to burn with the strain of holding her weight. Even in the least exhausting position her bondage allows, with her legs spread lewdly and her arms pulled high, pushing her breasts forward, she is only able to maintain a few minutes, and she slumps slowly, allowing her tender wrists to once again take the strain. Her body is already beginning to sweat with the effort of shifting between the two positions, one painful, the other exhausting, and I take a moment to evaluate her. I know from her bio that she is a college student in her mid-20s, her shoulder length dark hair is echoed by a neatly trimmed bush between her legs that I make a mental note to remove. Her thighs look toned, but I notice her belly has a slight bulge, nothing serious, but certainly the beginnings of a muffin top that will need attention. Her breasts are her best asset, beautifully proportioned and pert, with large round gumdrops for nipples. She is preoccupied with her predicament, and I focus her attention by twisting her left nipple suddenly with one hand, causing her to jump, simultaneously pulling herself up by her wrists and pushing with her thighs, struggling helplessly to avoid the sensation. She cries out in surprise and pain, her voice distorted by her gag. I make out the sounds of words 'please', 'stop', and 'help'. "Sshh..." I whisper in her ear, keeping hold of her nipple. "Shh.. It will be easier on you if you stay quiet." I release her hardened nipple, in one deft movement attaching a small clamp connected to a silver chain, and taking hold of the other nipple as her body spasms in pain and shock, the pointed teeth of the clamp biting savagely at her tender bud. Despite everything that will follow, these first few minutes are some of the most difficult for new recruits as they grapple with the fact that they are no longer in control of the most intimate parts of their bodies. I attach a second clamp, on the other end of the short chain, to her other nipple, and wait while her body writhes, struggles, and eventually calms, relaxing into the new sensations of pain, exhaustion bringing her to acceptance of her helplessness. She's still mumbling, moaning and begging into her gag as I attach a light piece of slightly elastic line to the mid point of the chain linking her clamped nipples, and run it up to the eyelet in the ceiling, pulling it just tight enough for the cruel teeth of the clamps to tug relentlessly on the nipple clamps when she is resting on her thighs. The new sensation immediately causes her to tighten her leg muscles, lifting her body up a few inches once again, and releasing the tension on her nipples, although not the sharp pain of the clamps. I take the opportunity to tighten the string a half an inch, something she won't appreciate until she drops down again. For now though, she is pushing hard with her legs, straining to relieve the agonizing sensations on her engorged teats. Perhaps realizing that her ability to support her body with her glutes is limited to a few precious minutes, she begins to try to communicate more lucidly, trying hard to be understood through the stainless steel gag forcing her mouth wide open. I hear several distinct words, 'please', 'stop', 'anything', and I reach behind her, loosening the ratchet mechanism that keeps her jaws propped just enough to allow her to speak more clearly. "Thank you!" She cries out in a still distorted, but understandable voice. "Please stop this, I don't know who you are, I haven't seen you, and I won't press charges, just let me go, please. If you want money I can get it to you, just please, let me go." I say nothing, content to let her lead the conversation. I know the psychology of this situation well, and understand that having demands to resist and a captor to react to can be a powerful motivator to hold out longer. Leaving the captive in a state of ambiguity, not making any specific demands, and letting her lead the conversation leads to much faster capitulation as she will tend to rapidly burn through the options she has for bargaining without even being asked. As I watch her legs and abdomen begin to shake with exertion I predict that this young lady will be no exception. She begins to relax her legs, undoubtably aware that as she does so the squat that keeps her body elevated becomes much more difficult to hold, and then suddenly she drops, taking her weight on her arms and wrists again as the chain tightens and tugs on the clamps on her nipples, pulling her breasts painfully upwards even as the burning in her thighs diminishes. She begins a fruitless process of wriggling and struggling to try to find a sweet spot that relives the pain in her breasts that is not exhausting for her legs, but she is not able to hold a half-squat, and collapses back down, trying desperately to push her breasts and upper body forward and up to relieve the agonizing tension on her delicate nipples. She wriggles counter-productively, and begins to beg again. "Please, please stop, I'll do anything you want, just please stop - I can't bear it - please!" Perhaps feeling that her leg muscles have recovered sufficiently, she pushes again with her legs, straining to lift her body, releasing the tension on her nipples and simultaneously using her arms to try to pull herself up further. This is an opportunity for escalation for me, and I bring a devilish new piece of equipment over to her. It consists of a long adjustable metal pole with a large, thick, slickly lubed dildo mounted on the end, and a Hitachi magic wand mounted at the base of the dildo. I screw the base of the pole into a mount-point below the girl, and position the dildo so that it sits just at the entrance to her sex. She becomes aware of the intruder pressing lewdly at the lips of her most intimate area, and wriggles desperately to try to find a way to relieve the fatigue in her muscles without dropping onto the dildo positioned to violate her so casually. She struggles with every muscle in her torso arms and legs to move her crotch away from the dido, frantically thrashing within the few inches of awkward movement her bondage allows. I understand that this situation is designed to be especially degrading to the victim because she feels on some level that she is in control of her own violation. Younger women are particularly vulnerable to this implicit suggestion, their social conditioning and insecurity tending to draw them to explanations that emphasize their own failings. She will soon exhaust herself, and be forced, though her body's inability to remain elevated, to lower herself onto the dildo, despite her desperate desire not to. Sensing that she is about to give up her struggle to keep her body in the exhausting raised position I cup her hips in my hands, guiding her gently as I move the dildo so that it presses firmly against her, then turn the locking nut on the armature. "Young lady." I say firmly. "First, you can clearly bear it, because you are bearing it. Second, yes, you will do anything I want. Third, no. I won't stop. Now, lets see how you do with this." I make final adjustments to the positioning of the dildo, manually separating her vaginal lips with my fingers and introducing the tip into the entrance of her vaginal canal. She screams in shock and fear at my touch, tensing her muscles one last time before she closes her eyes and begins to sob again, slowly surrendering to the inevitable as her torso slides down the wall, the dildo pushing into her sex as her lips part for the obscenely proportioned artificial penis. As the tip of the dildo disappears between the delicate folds of her vulva, spreading her wide with its ribbed girth, she summons the strength to slow her descent once more, desperately straining to prevent the intruder from sinking further in. As she lifts herself, I adjust the mounting pole by the same amount, thwarting her attempt to escape the device, and ensuring that the tip rests in her most intimate hole even when her body is elevated as high as her bondage will allow. With a frantic grunt of frustration she realizes the cruel twist I have applied to her torment. She begins to beg and protest again, but her breathing is labored as she struggles with exhaustion, desperate both to end the burning in her legs and arms and to avoid being skewered by the dildo waiting patiently for her resistance to end. Suddenly, she grimaces, and I see her abdomen tense as she realizes she must face the inevitable. Slowly she relaxes her arms, and the weight of her body slowly begins to push the dildo deeper inside her. She whimpers in discomfort as her vaginal lips fold over each generous rib as the cock slowly impales her, and I can see the look of intense concentration and pain on her face as she tries to control the rate of descent, fearing the device plunging deep inside her. Her concentration is broken by the nipple clamps tightening, cruelly dividing her attention between the two tormenters as the tension in the chain increases, but she has no strength left to fight her inevitable descent, and merely tries to arch her back, throwing her breasts as far forward as possible to relieve some of the tension as she finally comes to rest with the artificial penis deep inside her, her mons resting finally against the round head of the inactive vibrator. Her breathing is deep and deliberate, like a woman in labor, and her body tense and trembling with the shock of her violation. Suddenly her lower body slumps in exhausted defeat, only her upper body attempting to relieve her torment. I take a moment to adjust a control on the base of the pole, expanding a small air bladder in the top of the dildo. While she flinches at the unfamiliar sensation, I know that it will not hurt her, it has simply inflated the tip of the penis, making it wide enough that it would be extremely painful to remove from her vagina. I am fairly sure that her bondage will prevent her from expelling the device, but it's always safer to be sure. In addition, the head will now give her some more tactile feedback as she reaches the top of her range of movement, helping her better manage her predicament. Her wrists are clearly starting to ache once more, the rope cutting into the skin and applying pressure the delicate combination of bones and muscle. The time between cycles will continue to shrink as her reserves of strength are worn down. She takes one more deep breath, and pushes with all her might, using her strong thighs to flex her knees once more, pushing down with her feet and forcing her body upwards. Several inches of the dildo emerge, the ribs rubbing against her vaginal lips as she rises. Her body reaches the full extension that her bondage allows, the ropes gripping her thighs to her ankles at a 45 degree angle and her wrists almost able to rest on her head while the chain on the nipple claims hangs loosely, the agonizing tension gone, and replaced with the dull ache of the clamps. For a moment she seems relieved, and then puzzled, as she strains more vigorously again, apparently attempting to dislodge the dildo from her uncomfortably filled vagina. I smile, watching her sob as she realizes that both the hight of the artificial cock and the inflated bladder in the tip prevent her from expelling it. She is trapped, the dildo still rests inside her even as she strains and struggles to push herself higher. She is gasping for breath now, as her legs tiring and her body burning with the effort of holding herself up, but she is not yet ready to face the humiliation and violation of the dildo and the pain of the nipple clamps again. She starts to speak again, this time more ragged and desperate. "Please. Please." She sobs. "What is it you want? I'll do it, just please, please make it stop." I'm not tremendously interested in her pleadings, so I take the opportunity to examine her cunt. The trimmed hair is matted with sweat, and her vagina still plugged with the top quarter of the dildo. The lips are more visible now, having been spread so brutally. I notice that they are relatively large, the outer and inner lips distinctly visible, with a prominent clitoris covered by a generous hood. It's clear to me that she is not aroused by her situation, and the thought passes through my head that to have taken that dildo inside her with as little fuss as she did when she was clearly not turned on was an achievement. It does mean that I may need to intervene to help her arousal however, unless she corrects things soon. "Young Lady." I say calmly. "I want you to be the best whore you can be. I want you to remember this as the moment in your training when you realized that you were in the hands of a professional who would coax performance out of you that you never thought possible." I watch dispassionately as her legs give out again, and she slowly slides back down the dildo, her face more resigned this time, although I can make out a light grimace with every rib of the cock that she takes inside her. Finally she rests once more at the lowest point of her torment, her breasts and wrists taking the strain as her legs loose muscle tone and her filled pussy fully envelopes the dildo. Her breathing is more ragged, and her body is sweating heavily. I flip the switch on the Hitachi taped to the dildo, its head resting against the top of her vulva. Her demeanor changes immediately. She jumps, squealing, immediately pushing with her legs to escape the surprising and unwanted sensation. She pulls with her wrists, trying to gain more leverage to pull her self up, brought up short by the inflated end of the dildo in her pussy. "No!" She screams. "No! Please!" Now, I realize that the application of the wand to the area right over her clit was a shock, and her exertions have moved her cunt away from the vibrating ball, but of course, attached to the dildo, the wand is still transmitting strong vibrations through the dildo, which is resting firmly inside her. It's not obvious to me whether she has realized this, she is still pulling tightly with her arms, and pushing desperately with her legs, although it must be obvious to her by this stage that she cannot maintain this position. I watch her exhaust herself once more, shaking at the end as she is no longer able to maintain muscle control, and slowly descends, painfully taking the vibrating dildo back into her vaginal canal. I'm watching her closely for any signs of arousal at this point, knowing that the exhaustion serves at least in part to lower her ability to resist external stimulation, and that her desperate attempts to balance pain and tired muscles will serve to distract her from other, more subtle assaults. She shows little ability to control the last inches of her descent, collapsing into her resting position, her nipples pulled tight by the chains, her mons resting firmly against the tennis ball sized vibrator, and her lips splayed lewdly by the dildo that fills her so completely. She trembles, sobbing and writhing, trying desperately to focus and make sense of the overwhelming sensations her body is experiencing. She thrusts her upper body forward, trying to minimize the pain from the nipple clamps, but the action simultaneously tilts her abdomen and hips, her clitoris forced against the powerful vibrator. The sensation shocks her once more, and she jerks her hips, trying to pull away, her breasts tugging sharply at the chains. Perhaps unable to tolerate the sharp clamps on her tender nipples, perhaps curious about the sensation of the vibrator, she arches her back again, pressing her vulva back onto the ball, gasping at the intensity. I take the opportunity to tweak the instrument of her torment, reducing the tension on the nipple clamps so that resting in the lowest position does not tug on the chains so long as her breasts are thrust forward, forcing her hips to angle down and her vulva to splay around the head of the vibrator while her clitoris presses hard against it. I notice the subtle change in her motion immediately. She is no longer desperately struggling to lift herself away from the dildo and the cruel tugging on her nipples. Instead she has realized that she can rest her torso, and relieve the pressure on her wrists, by taking some of the weight of her body on her mons, pressed against the vibrator at the base of the dildo. The position is a terrible Faustian pact for her, and one that she cannot be unaware of. The only position that relieves her discomfort and exhaustion simultaneously subjects her to relentless stimulation of her vulva and clitoris. She lifts herself from the vibrator, a sharp intake of breath accompanying her straining as she pulls herself up with her arms and pushes with her thighs, exposing some six inches of the dildo, slick with lubrication from her engorged vagina. She begins to pant, her body slick with perspiration, the exertion already taking a toll on her once more. "Please." She says, her voice still distorted by the gag, "Please, please let me - let me go. I'll do anything." "What will you do?" I ask? "Anything - please!" she cries out, her legs beginning to tremble as she is unable to support her weight any longer, and starts to lower herself back down, a soft moan coming from her as she takes the dildo back inside her, thrusting her breasts forward and settling her pubis onto the waiting vibrator. Broken in Bondage "I'd like you to cum for me, slut." I say. "I'd like you to fuck yourself with that dildo, and cum for me like the slut you are." "W-what?" She stammers, her clit already obviously uncomfortable with the degree of stimulation it is receiving. She pulls up slightly, but with a slower, more fluid motion, pulling herself upwards and away from the vibrator, then lowering herself back down to rest her crotch onto it in a controlled and deliberate manner. "No!" She pleads. "Please, no, not that!" I shake my head at the predictable answer, and reach up to the elastic line that is attached to her nipple clamps. Unhooking it, I pull it down, and tie it off on a hook in the floor, ensuring that her nipples are cruelly tensioned except when she is squatting as low as she can, with her crotch pressed against the vibrator. She winces, squealing, as her body collapses into her resting position, her legs relaxed and bent, her arms high above her head, and her vulva splayed over the spherical head of the vibrator. I remove her blindfold, and as she blinks, her eyes unaccustomed to the light, I see the look of horror on her face as she begins to understand the inevitable results of the high powered vibrations on her cunt. She starts to pull herself up, and cruelly I loosen the bonds on her arms, allowing her to pull them down to her shoulder level without lifting her body. She quivers, trying to force herself up using just her legs, but all that she can manage is a couple of inches of movement, and even then she seems unable to hold the elevation. The relaxation of her arm restraints has made it possible for her to lean forward, at once taking the tension off her nipples, but simultaneously bringing her pussy to bear on the vibrator and making it almost impossible for her to lift herself significantly. She has begun a slower, more languid motion, seemingly resigned to fucking herself with the dildo, content to gain a few seconds of relief from the vibration at the expense of the relentless penetration from the cock on which she is impaled. She closes her eyes, beginning to breath deeply and unevenly, and I suspect that she is starting to realize the inevitability of her fate. I grab her face with both of my hands, her eyes opening as I put her face next to hers to meet her terrified gaze. "You're going to cum. You're going to look at me while you do it, and you're going to thank me as you orgasm. Do you understand?" She nods, panic in her eyes as she begins to pump more rapidly and shallowly on the dildo, pressing herself harder and longer to the vibrator as she looks at me in fear and horror, her head bobbing up and down as she fucks herself on the instrument of her torment. Her eyes widen, and she begins a whimpering moan that I take for an approaching orgasm. I reach down, and switch off the vibrator. The look on her face is one of confusion and helplessness. "W-What?" She asks, still keeping eye contact with me as she pushes down with her hips, forcing the dildo deep inside her. "You need to beg for it." I explain. "You also need to keep talking, keep telling me exactly how you're feeling, and exactly what you need. If I suspect you're holding back, I'll switch off the vibrator and start using a cattle prod on you. Are we clear?" She hesitates in fear, stunned and unable to react, and I reach for my taser from my belt. I switch it to low power, and apply it to her butt cheek, smiling as she squeals and writhes at the unexpected pain. Learning fast, she begins to babble. "Please, please, no more. I understand, please no more. Please switch it back on and let me cum, I beg you please." I place the taser against her left breast, and as she begs me in incoherent streams of fear I shock her once more. "NO!" she screams, thrashing within her tight bondage her breasts bouncing painfully as the dildo impaled in her keeps her lower body anchored in place. I place the device on her right breast, close to her nipple this time, and fire it a third time, her shocked screams now incomprehensible. "Now, you need to understand that things could get a LOT worse for you if you don't obey me immediately. I don't want you to respond. I want you to beg to be allowed to cum. I want you to do it in the most debasing and humiliating way you can think of. If you understand me, you'll begin right now. If not, I'll get to work on you some more." She draws in a deep breath, still squirming, and begins to speak, her voice shaking. "Please. Please." She whimpers. "I need to cum. I'm a desperate, helpless slut, and I need to be allowed to cum. I need you to let me have my orgasm. You're in complete control of me. Please let me cum." I smile, and decide that it is time to start her training in earnest.