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Breaking Maria
(C)opyright 2001 by Richard Bissell
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---
5.
I went back to the dungeon to get ready. I already had everything I
would need, but I checked through it anyway. The first session
wasn't really even going to be punishment; I was just going to get
them in shape for what was to come. The serious torments would not
occur until we were a long way out to sea.
That taken care of, I went up to the bridge to see how things were
going. I saw no problems, and we had by now left New York in our
wake. The lights of the city were all astern, and the blackness of
the ocean night stretched out before us.
I noted from my surveillance console that the girls were finishing
up. I scurried aft to wait for them.
In a few minutes, they arrived with Becky. Wide-eyed, they glanced
around at my dungeon. In keeping with the unusual location, the d
cor was not the usual flat black. Instead, I had left the walls,
deck, and overhead bare polished steel. Although the room had
windows, they were now all shuttered tight. The two racks, which I
had custom-made, were fashioned from welded stainless steel rather
than wood in order to match the rest of the room. Likewise with the
toolbench along the port bulkhead and most of the punishment
equipment I had equipped the room with.
"Remove your clothes," I said.
Becky pulled her dress over her head while the two girls were still
struggling with their nerves. I saw them looking Becky up and down.
Maria began undressing, and Kristen followed her.
Maria looked better our of her clothes, slim and fit, small but
nicely shaped breasts. Kristen was somewhat fuller of body, though
her heavy breasts had not yet begun to droop. As I had instructed,
both girls had smooth, hairless pussies. Becky gathered up their
clothes and set them on the workbench.
"Very good. Now step up to the racks."
Still grinning, they each backed up against one of the racks so that
they were facing one another. I strapped Maria in first and then
Kristen, making sure their restraints were as secure as I could get
them. Kristen seemed more nervous than Maria was, and her chest was
beginning to flush in embarrassment.
I reached out and gently caressed her left breast. She quivered
slightly at my touch.
"Are these real?"
"Yeah."
I caught her nipple in my fingers and tweaked it.
"Lovely."
"Um, just so you understand something," Kristen said, voice
quavering, "we'll do a lot of stuff, but we're not going to, you
know, lez each other or anything."
Seeing them at last restrained, I let a slow grin spread across my
face. I let go of her tit.
"Oh, yes you will. In time, you'll do whatever I tell you to, and
do it gladly."
Kristen's face paled, and I could see Maria's jaw tightening.
"Let _me_ explain something, too," I said. "The two of you have
rather naively placed yourself into a situation where I have
complete control over your persons. Right now, we are beyond the
three-mile limit of U.S. territorial waters. This boat is
registered in Panama rather than the United States, which means we
are now completely outside the reach of U.S. law enforcement. This
afternoon, two girls who resemble the two of you closely enough not
to attract attention used your plane tickets and belongings to take
the trip to Vail that you were going to. They have no idea why,
simply that they are being paid to do so. So as far as anyone
knows, the two of you are in Colorado instead of on this boat, so if
you should disappear, the authorities are going to start looking
there. Meanwhile, I have filed a voyage plan with the Coast Guard
and the British Admiralty in Bermuda, which gives me a very nice
alibi should suspicion be directed my way."
I paused to take in the shocked, horrified expressions on their
faces.
"You see, there are only two ways you will leave this vessel. The
first is as my completely broken-in sex slaves. The other is over
the side with a forty-pound anchor chained to your necks."
"You can't do this!" Kristen blurted out.
"Can't I? Who's going to stop me?"
She glanced at Becky, eyes pleading. I smiled.
"Becky, tell them about our relationship."
"I am Nick's slave," she said evenly. "I exist only to please him.
Your welfare is not my concern."
The two girls gaped at each other, faces gone white. The truth was,
their belongings were currently in my house, no such doubles had
been employed, and I had no intention of killing them. But they
didn't know that, and it was irrelevant anyway. For a week, they
were entirely at my disposal.
"We're going to begin by getting the two of you into proper
uniform."
Becky went to the workbench and returned with two ball gags. Before
the girls could protest further, they had been silenced. But they
continued to squeal and thrash against their restraints.
First were their collars, which were basic black leather. Then I
installed their catheters. Each one had a small valve on the end
that would give me complete control of their bladders. Kristen had
begun crying by the time I got hers in, and I suspected she would
break long before Maria did, for Maria had now fixed me with a
steely glare.
Next were their piercings. I took my time with the preparations so
they could see exactly what I had in store. I began with Kristen,
who shook her head violently as I approached, crying around her gag.
I simply smiled at her.
Becky held a tray with the tools I would need. I disinfected
Kristen's nipples, taking some time to play with her lovely breasts.
Her eyes screwed shut, and her body went rigid. I looked behind
us, seeing that Maria was still glaring at me.
I pulled Kristen's left nipple out and pushed the needle through it.
She squealed in agony, thrashing in her restraints. I left the
needle where it was and pierced her right nipple with another. Then
I stepped back and let Maria see what I had done. Her resolve
seemed to waver a bit, especially when I knelt down in front of her
friend.
Kristen was sobbing and gasping now, but when I took her clitoris
between my thumb and forefinger, she let out a shriek, and tried
desperately to close her legs. It did no good, of course. I took
yet another needle and pushed it slowly through her clit. She
fainted from the pain before I got it all the way through.
I rose and backed away from her, taking in the three needles I had
pierced her with. I looked at Maria, whose eyes had gone wide.
"Your turn," I said amiably.
Now she shut her eyes and went rigid. I disinfected her first, then
took a needle from the tray. Watching her reaction, I pulled out
her left nipple and pushed the needle through it. She grunted,
convulsing with the pain, but did not cry out. She reacted much the
same way when I pierced her other nipple. But as I knelt to pierce
her clit, her breath was racing noisily through her nostrils and she
had begun to shake in agitation.
I pulled her clitoris into position.
"Here goes."
She finally screamed when I pierced her, but remained conscious. I
got the needle halfway through and stood up. Every muscle in her
body had gone rigid, and she was half-screaming, half-whimpering
through her gag.
I turned back to Kristen and slapped her a couple of times to wake
her up. She came around slowly, then shuddered, letting out a low
wail. Her eyes pleaded with me, but I kept the same pleasant smile
on my face.
One by one, I slipped the rings into Kristen's piercings and removed
the needles. She shook and whimpered as I did it, finally sagging
against her restraints when I was done.
"There. That wasn't so bad, was it?"
She didn't look up.
After another minute or so, I had Maria's rings in place. Despite
her pain, she forced her eyes open and glared at me murderously. It
was a pointless gesture, of course. I simply reached down and
jerked on her new clit ring.
She screamed in agony, thrashing against the rack. I did it again
just to be sure she got the point.
That was when I heard a gurgling, then splattering sound behind me,
and the smell of vomit filled the air of the room.
"Master!" Becky exclaimed in disgust.
I turned around. Kristen had just vomited up the dinner I had so
recently fed her. With her mouth blocked by the gag, a lot of it
had come out her nose. She coughed and gagged, then resumed
sobbing.
"Oh, this will not do at all," I said.
I removed Kristen's gag momentarily, and she spat out the remains of
her dinner.
"Under other circumstances, I would make you eat all that back up.
But it's far too soon to let you out, so I will have to punish you
in another way."
She didn't look up and said nothing. Becky appeared at my side with
a rag, and I cleaned Kristen up. Then I replaced the gag.
Luckily, the room was outfitted with a drain in the center to
facilitate cleaning, so it was a simple matter to hose off the deck.
When I was done, I contemplated Kristen's punishment.
Among the many items of torture I had was a device known as a
Transcutaneous Electronic Nerve Stimulator, or TENS unit. TENS
units are actually designed for pain _relief_, and properly
employed, they can disrupt nerve signals and provide great relief
for people in chronic pain. _Improperly_ employed, however, they
can be delightful
instruments of torture. I had intended to save my TENS unit for
later, but Kristen had to be punished for befouling herself and my
dungeon.
I actually had two of them for this dungeon, but right now I needed
only one. I brought it over to Kristen's rack, and she watched me,
wide-eyed and terrified, as I hooked the leads up to her new
piercings. In a wet environment around all this highly conductive
metal, I had to be careful with this thing, but I had used it
several times on Becky and new what settings were safe while still
inflicting considerable pain. I switched it on and dialed it up to
about 15%. Kristen let out an agonized squeal, eyes slamming shut
and body thrashing. That taken care of, I turned back to Maria.
She had been watching us, face pale but still resolute. Her nipples
and clit were angry red and swollen now. I smiled at her.
"What was it you said? 'I bet I can take anything you want to do to
me'? Still think so?"
She looked down, obviously trying not to cry. I went over to the
workbench and found several long chains with clips on the ends. One
by one, as Maria watched in growing horror, I attached a chain to
each of her piercings. I gathered them up and ran them through an
S-hook hanging from the overhead between the racks. Becky, who had
anticipated what I meant to do, appeared at my side with a small
lead weight. Smiling at Maria, I attached the weight to the chains.
She cringed, shutting her eyes tightly.
Then I dropped the weight.
When it hit bottom, bouncing against the tension of Maria's tit and
clit flesh, she let out an agonized shriek and fainted.
Behind me, Kristen was screaming around her gag at the shocks the
TENS unit was giving her. She was oblivious to everything else and
would remain so until I let her loose.
"That's it for now," I said to Becky. "Let's go upstairs."
"Yes, Master."
She gathered up the girls' clothes and followed me up to the bridge.
---
7.
The bridge was dark around me, the only light coming from the
glowing instruments and the monitor in front of me. I could feel
the vibration of the engines through the captain's chair I sat in,
but they were far enough aft to be almost silent. The only sounds
were the whimpers and sobs of the two girls, and the wet slurping
noises Becky was making as she sucked my cock.
I caressed her silky blonde hair, watching the scene on the monitor.
I had the two video feeds in split-screen, Kristen on the right and
Maria on the left. Kristen was still shuddering with the shocks of
the TENS unit, her body wracked by sobs and gasps for breath. Maria
was arched against the rack, trying anything to reduce the tension
of the chains stretching out her fresh piercings. Her little tits
pointed up toward the overhead and her clit was drawn out from
between her plucked labia. She was whimpering and sobbing
occasionally as well, but she seemed far more in control than
Kristen was. The lead weight swung slowly back and forth with the
movement of the boat, no doubt increasing her agony.
I stopped Becky.
"That's enough. We have a long night ahead."
"Yes, Master. Thank you."
I closed myself up and went aft. Becky followed me silently. When
I entered the dungeon, both girls immediately snapped to attention.
Kristen's eyes pleaded at me to free her from the torture of the
TENS unit. I smiled at her and shut it off. She let out a gasp and
went completely limp.
I approached Maria and caught the weight in my hand. Watching her,
I lifted it a little to relieve the tension. She whimpered but
still watched me warily. I gave the chains a jerk just because I
could, making her shriek around her gag. Then I unhooked her.
I stepped between the two girls. Both watched me silently, Kristen
in fear, Maria still defiant.
"Let me tell you what I've decided. It appears that Kristen is
going to break long before you do, Maria, so from here on out, I'm
going to work on her first so you can see what is in store for you.
Just so you understand, however, whatever she gets, you will get
twice as severely."
I nodded to Becky. She took the TENS unit from Kristen's rack and
quickly hooked it up to Maria's swollen nipples and clit. I reached
over and switched it on, slowly dialing it up to 30%. She let out a
low wail, arching her back, straining against the rack and shaking
with the pain. Kristen watched in horror, knowing too well what she
was
experiencing, though she could only imagine how much worse Maria was
getting it.
I went to the workbench and found my taser. Kristen probably would
not have resisted me, but it was more fun to stun her before
releasing her. She squealed when she saw what I had, but it was no
use. I shocked her with it, and she went limp instantly.
Becky and I unstrapped her from the rack and carried her across the
room. I strapped her into a pair of manacles hanging from the
ceiling and then hooked a crossbar in front of her so she was bent
over at about at 45-degree angle. Becky attached her ankle
restraints as she began to come around.
I found the chains I had used on Maria and hooked them to Kristen's
nipple rings. Ignoring her squeals of pain, I ran the chains
through a D-ring hanging from the overhead until her big breasts
were suspended from their new piercings. She strained forward
against the crossbar, desperately trying to reduce the tension,
which was what I wanted. I knelt behind her and attached the last
chain to her clit ring and stretched it out behind her and attached
it to the aft bulkhead. She screeched in horror as she realized
what I was doing. Now she could only relieve the tension in one
direction at a time. I watched her futilely jerking back and forth
trying to find some equilibrium.
That taken care of, I took a vibrator from the workbench and pushed
it into her. With her other distractions, this produced only a mild
reaction. The dildo I pushed into her ass produced a bit more
squeals and squirms but not much.
Now I was ready to begin working on her. I directed Becky to kneel
in front of Kristen and lick her swollen and supersensitized
clitoris. Then I took a small leather whip and proceeded to lash her
plump buttocks.
It was probably too much for her, especially given her complete
inexperience, but I really didn't care. Becky was giving her
pleasure of a sort, though Kristen's clit was probably too sore to
be stimulated. Now and then, Becky would reach through Kristen's
legs to play with the vibrator. Meanwhile, I was laying stripe
after stripe across the creamy skin of Kristen's ass, until the
whole of her buttocks were bright red. Each blow caused her to jerk
around, pulling on her piercings and disrupting her attempts to keep
from moving too far in either direction.
Through it all, she sobbed and squealed and gasped for breath. Her
cheeks were shiny with tears and her hair was soon matted with
sweat. Maria was watching us despite the shocks of the TENS unit,
eyes wide, no doubt wondering how I could make this much worse for
her.
She would find out.
Despite all the pain I was inflicting on Kristen, she was also
getting very wet. After ten minutes of this, I unhooked the chain
on her clit ring to give Becky unobstructed access. Kristen
whimpered and pushed forward against the bar, trying to relieve the
tension on her tortured nipples. I kept whipping her, though not as
hard.
I watched her reactions, watched Becky fucking her with the
vibrator. After a few minutes of this, it was clear Kristen was
starting to get some pleasure of this. So I stopped. I gestured to
Becky, who withdrew at once. Kristen's head suddenly jerked up and
looked around. I just smiled at her, letting her know that I knew
exactly what she was thinking.
I didn't bother with the taser this time. Kristen was limp and
unresisting as I freed her. I led her to one side of the dungeon
and chained her collar to the bulkhead. She fell to her knees in a
heap.
When I turned to Maria, she was tight-jawed and defiant, even when
Becky handed me the taser. One shock was enough. We carried her to
the crossbar and strapped her in. In restraining Kristen, I had
left some slack in the piercing chains. Not this time. With Maria,
I stretched both out as far as I could without risking a tear. The
pain brought her swiftly out of her stunned state, making her squeal
and thrash against her manacles.
I violated her with a vibrator and dildo as I had with Kristen, but
the ones I used were much larger. I had to force them into place,
ignoring Maria's howls of pain. I left Becky where she was beside
the
workbench--there would be no more pleasure this time. Finally, I
exchange Kristen's whip with a much larger one and stepped back to
give myself more room to work.
The first lash across her tight little butt produced a scream of
agony. The blow had jerked at her clit ring, and only the crossbar
against her hips prevented it from ripping out completely. I
whipped her again, and again, each time pausing to let her
appreciate the pain. Her buttocks and upper thighs were soon a
criss-cross of red stripes, and in a few spots I had even broken her
skin.
I stopped to catch my breath and motioned to Becky. She removed the
TENS unit from Maria's rack and handed it to me. Maria was
insensible from pain by this point, and did not realize what I was
doing until I had finished reattaching it to her piercings and
dialed it back up. Then she began screaming again.
I looked across the dungeon at Kristen. She simply watched us in
blank terror, eyes wide, face pale. I swished the whip through the
air and resumed lashing her friend.
I didn't stop until Maria had simply passed out. Her buttocks were
a mess that I needed to clean up, so I found the rubbing alcohol in
the workbench and wet a rag with it. Maria came around when I began
rubbing it into her tortured flesh, moaning and shuddering at the
burn.
When I was satisfied, I slipped a finger into her pussy. She was so
wet I could hardly feel her, and I felt a low tremor inside her.
I laughed. Becky looked at me questioningly.
"She's coming. Who knows for how long? What a pain slut we have
here."
I cleaned off my fingers and released her. She dropped to the deck,
limp. Becky and I carried her over beside Kristen and chained her
up.
I removed the ball gags from both girls. Kristen cringed when I
looked down at her.
"Are you thirsty?"
She nodded fearfully. I motioned to Becky, who brought a pair of
water bottles from the workbench. Kristen took one and drank about
half of it. I chuckled. She was forgetting her catheter, as I had
intended. It was going to be a long night for both of them.
The last thing I did was lock the girls' wrists to the wall behind
them. They needed to sleep, but I didn't want them doing anything
else.
"Have a good night. See you in the morning."
---
Breaking Maria
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