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Breaking Maria
(C)opyright 2001 by Richard Bissell
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---
10.
I had Becky feed Kristen some normal food and went to check on
Maria. She was as I had left her, insensible and limp. I extracted
the needles one by one and disposed of them, then let her down from
the rack. She collapsed on the floor, and I figured it was time to
let her rest. I dragged her over to the bulkhead and chained her up
again.
I poked at her abdomen. Her bladder was swollen but not dangerously
so. She could hold it in for a while longer. I left her there and
went back upstairs.
Kristen, after asking my permission, took a nap in one of the other
staterooms. Becky went back to sunbathing, and I returned to the
bridge. I stayed there until I saw Maria start to stir on the
monitor.
I called for Becky. She appeared a moment later.
"Yes, Master?"
"Get Kristen. Meet me in the main stateroom."
"Yes, Master."
I went below and removed my clothes. When Becky appeared with
Kristen, the younger girl lost a step in surprise when she saw I was
naked. Her eyes dropped to the floor. Both of them knelt before
me.
"Kristen."
"Yes, Master?"
"You're probably feeling rather sweaty and gross right now, aren't
you?"
She squirmed for a moment.
"Yes, Master."
"We're going to do a repeat of this morning, only I'm going to have
Maria clean you up as you both did for Becky. That means I need to
get you ready. Lie on the bed."
She jumped to her feet and scurried toward the bed, lying on her
back. I motioned to Becky. She moved to the end of the bed and
crawled between Kristen's legs. Kristen just lay still and closed
her eyes.
For a few minutes, Becky expertly warmed Kristen up, flicking her
tongue all over the other girl's swollen pussy. Kristen began to
moan and writhe in arousal, and I watched her big tits rolling
gently on her chest.
I snapped my fingers, and Becky stopped instantly. Kristen looked
up at us. Becky came to me and took me in her mouth. She brought
me quickly to erection and then withdrew.
Kristen watched nervously as I approached, but lay open for me. I
climbed onto her body and slipped into her with a single movement.
Becky had done an excellent job, and Kristen's pussy was warm and
very wet, with the taut tension of youth. I fucked her smoothly but
strongly, and she was soon moaning and gripping my arms. I bent to
suckle her full breasts, and the combination of pain and pleasure
pushed her to the brink. I drove the last bit of myself into her,
grinding down, and that was enough to knock her over. She came
deeply and quietly, shuddering under me. I luxuriated in the tight
vibrations of her eighteen-year-old pussy, and a moment later
spurted off deeply into her body.
"Get Maria," I grunted to Becky. She leapt to her feet and dashed
out into the passageway. I stayed inside Kristen until I heard her
returning.
I looked behind myself, seeing Becky dragging Maria into the room.
She dragged her right up to the bed.
I withdrew from Kristen and grabbed Maria's collar, pulling her up
to where I had been.
"Clean her up. Start with her pussy but give her a full-body tongue
bath like you did with Becky."
She let out a sound that was half sob and half something else, but
she complied. She bent to Kristen's freshly fucked pussy and began
lapping up my sperm. I dropped into a chair next to the bed to
watch.
"Kristen has been promoted," I said to her. "She's advanced to sex
slave status. You, on the other hand, are still nothing but our
toy, and right now you're nothing but Kristen's bidet. If you clean
her up right, I'll let you piss. Otherwise, you'll get the TENS
unit again."
Maria moaned, pushing her face deeper into Kristen's pussy, licking
her frantically. Kristen moaned as well, though for a different
reason. Her back arched at what Maria was doing, and her hands
gripped at the sheets. I said nothing else, wanting to see how this
came out.
Kristen came, and came again before she finally pushed Maria away
from her pussy. Maria then began bathing Kristen with her tongue,
clearly trying to do a thorough job. I sent Becky for some water,
which I tossed to Maria.
When Kristen rolled over, sticking her butt in Maria's face, Maria
didn't hesitate. She dove in, licking and slurping at Kristen's
ass. Kristen buried her face in the pillow and shuddered.
I motioned Becky over and had her suck me gently while I watched the
two of them. Finally, after about half an hour, Maria had licked
every inch of Kristen's body thoroughly.
"All right," I said. "That's enough." Maria withdrew from Kristen,
looking at me in anticipation. I smiled at Kristen.
"It's your call, Kristen. Was that good enough?"
Maria gasped at her friend, eyes pleading. But Kristen turned back
to me, and took a deep breath.
"No, Master. It wasn't."
Maria let out a wail of despair, sobbing and collapsing to the bed.
I couldn't help laughing, and I motioned for Kristen to come over to
me. She scurried over and knelt beside Becky. I caressed her head,
and she smiled up at me mischievously.
Before Maria could recover herself enough to resist, I rose and
bound her wrists behind her back. With Becky and Kristen following,
I dragged her back to the dungeon. She remained completely limp the
entire trip.
She stayed limp as the three of us set her up for the next torture I
had planned. I began by attaching another chain to her wrists and
lifting her into the air. She struggled to her feet, though she had
to rise up to her tiptoes. Becky blindfolded her, and I attached a
chain to each nipple ring. I pulled the chains taut until Maria's
tits were standing out in sharp points and she was whimpering in
pain, then I attached the chains to the bulkhead.
With her thus restrained, I set up the next part.
I found an enema bag in the workbench and sent Kristen above to fill
it up. I took the biggest dildo in my collection, twelve inches
long and three inches thick, and forced it into Maria's battered
pussy. She whimpered and tried to avoid me, but she had nowhere to
go. Kristen returned with the enema bag, and I suspended it from
the overhead. I shoved the nozzle into her ass. Before opening the
nozzle valve, I squirted a few drops of concentrated chili pepper
extract into the enema bag.
As Maria's bowels filled with chili-laced water, I slid the crossbar
between her legs and mounted it back on the wall. I positioned it
just high enough to let her support herself on her toes. The last
thing I did was fetch the TENS unit. This time, I connected it to a
pressure plate under Maria's feet.
"Lift your feet," I told her. She didn't move at first, and I
reached up and jerked her clit ring. She cried out in pain and
lifted her feet. The act left her essentially balanced on the huge
dildo inside her pussy, and she whimpered as it burrowed further
into her.
I slid the plate under her feet, and connected the TENS unit leads
to her nipple rings. Maria squirmed on the crossbar as long as she
could, but eventually dropped her feet, thinking to lift herself up
a little.
As soon as her toes hit the pressure plate, the TENS unit sent a
jolt through her nipples. She cried out, lifting her feet, and
jerking backwards on the crossbar. Of course, that just drove the
dildo deeper into her and further tortured her stretched-out
nipples.
With everything else she had to deal with, she hadn't realized what
I had done to the enema water, but at last the chili extract began
to bite at her innards. She began to moan and squirm, but there was
nothing at all she could do to escape that torture. All it did was
keep her from being able to sit still and forced her to constantly
switch from shocking her nipples and torturing her distended pussy.
"Wow," Kristen said quietly as she took all this in.
"You told me she wasn't good enough for you," I said smiling.
She just nodded, looking down. "Yes, Master."
I reached over and caressed her lovely tits. She stood perfectly
still and let me.
---
11.
We left Maria like that for about an hour, although by five minutes
into it, she had gone catatonic again, eyes rolled back in her head,
body jerking and shuddering. I sent Becky and Kristen upstairs to
do what they liked and sat there watching her.
When the enema bag was empty, I plugged her up with an inflatable
butt plug to hold it all in. Her abdomen was bloated and swollen
now, so much that she looked about three months pregnant. Her legs
had gone limp so that the TENS unit was delivering continual shocks
to her nipples. I finally just disconnected the pressure plate and
hooked it directly to her nipple rings.
Eventually, though, I got bored with this and took down the
crossbar. She hung there like a dead body. I disconnected
everything and dragged her up to the main deck. Becky and Kristen
were sitting in the sun quietly.
"Here's our little pain slut."
I dropped her on the deck and went down to the fantail to get a
bucket of seawater. She was where I left her when I returned, and I
tossed the cold water over her.
She coughed and began to stir, squirming on the deck. Her wrists
were still bound, and there was little she could do.
"Get up, slut."
She rose unsteadily to her feet, moaning at the water and piss
bulging in her guts.
"I'm going to give you a choice," I said. "I'll let you empty
either your bladder or your bowels into that bucket. But if you
spill a single drop, you'll have to drink back up whatever it is you
get rid of."
Kristen went pale at those words. Becky sat where she was,
expressionless. Maria shuddered before me and began to cry.
"The offer expires in ten seconds, after which you can wait a few
more hours before I decide what to do with you."
She dropped to her knees, sobbing.
"Piss. I have to piss so bad."
I kicked the bucket over to her, pushing it upright and into place
between her knees with my foot.
"Remember what I said about being neat."
I reached down and opened the valve. The piss shot out of her in a
torrent, and she gasped in relief. It went on for almost two
minutes, and she tried very hard not to spill anything.
Unfortunately, her legs were too weak, and when the boat rolled over
a swell at one point, her aim went wide and a spray of piss hit the
deck. She cried out in despair when it happened and began crying
again.
When she was done, I closed the valve and picked up the bucket of
piss. There looked to be close to a liter of it.
Maria cringed before me, not looking up.
"Clean up that mess you made. Now."
She bent forward and rapidly licked up her piss, obviously trying to
change my mind with her enthusiasm. She kept licking long after the
deck was clean.
I sent Becky into the galley for a empty plastic water bottle. When
she returned, I opened the bottle and poured Maria's piss into it.
I was right; it was almost exactly a liter. Maria watched me in
horror, slowly shaking her head.
I held the bottle in front of her.
"We can play lets make a deal again, if you like," I said. "The
piss, or some other torture I can think up."
Her eyes went wide, and she stared me desperately, searching for
some clue about which choice to make. Finally she let out a sob and
sagged forward.
"The torture. Not the piss. Anything but that."
"All right. Get up."
She staggered to her feet and I freed her wrists.
"I'm not satisfied with your clean-up job, so I want you to mop the
entire deck out here, bow to stern. Becky will show you what to
do."
I went inside and up to the deck, taking Kristen with me. I sat in
the captain's chair and directed her to suck my cock while I watched
Maria and Becky. Becky led her to the sea locker off the fantail,
where the mops and cleaning chemicals were stored. Maria was soon
swabbing the deck like any good slave.
Of course, there was more to this than she realized. A few hours
out there would have her badly sunburned, in addition to further
churning up her chili-infused bowels. I was quite interested in
seeing how long she lasted.
Becky came up to the bridge, and I had her make me a drink. Kristen
continued fellating me for about fifteen minutes, until it became
clear she was tiring. I had Becky take over, and she managed to
keep me on edge for almost half an hour. I finally came when I saw
Maria drop to the deck in exhaustion, clutching at her agonized
belly. As soon as I had recovered, I sent Becky out there with a
whip to give Maria a few motivational lashes across her butt.
Maria finished after about two hours, as the sun was starting to
set. Becky dragged her up to the bridge, sweaty, sunburned, and dead
tired. She collapsed on the deck in front of me.
"Are you thirsty?"
She whimpered. I handed her the bottle I'd been carrying around all
afternoon. She grabbed it and began gulping down the contents
before she realized what I had given her.
It was, of course, the bottle of piss. She choked on it after a few
gulps but somehow managed to avoid coughing and spraying it all over
everything. She forced down the last swallow and set the bottle
down in front of her. Then she began sobbing inconsolably.
"Becky, take this slut to the head. She has five minutes to empty
her bowels and clean her disgusting self up. Then she is to present
herself to me on the fantail."
"Yes, Master."
Becky dragged Maria's limp form below.
"Master?" Kristen whimpered.
"Yes?"
"How much longer are you going to torture her?"
"As long as she wants me to."
She looked up at me, confused.
"She . . . how do you know she wants you to?"
"When you've been doing this as long as I have, you can tell. She
doesn't know it herself, but this is what she wants."
I stood up.
"Let's go."
---
12.
We regrouped on the stern. The sun was setting dead aft of us, and
the sky above roiled with tones of fiery orange and blood red.
Kristen knelt in the corner along the gunwale. She watched in mute
horror as I lifted the anchor out of the dinghy strapped to the
stern. I uncoiled the rope tied to the anchor chain and began
knotting a hangman's noose out of the loose end.
Becky appeared with Maria in a few minutes and pushed her to the
deck in front of me. Maria came up to her knees and looked up. It
took a moment or two to realize what I was holding, and her eyes
bulged in their sockets.
"You have disappointed and disgusted me from the moment you set foot
on this ship," I said. "I held out some hope that I could mold you
into a decent slave, but you have failed me time and again."
She began slowly shaking her head in disbelief.
"Unlike your friend Kristen, who has rapidly grasped what I wanted
and what her role must be, you have blundered along, resisting me at
every turn. Kristen may well make an excellent slave. You, on the
other hand, have become a liability."
I tightened the noose around her neck, and she began to wail in
terror.
"Do you have anything to say before I dispose of your worthless
carcass?"
"No! Oh, God, please, I'll do anything! Please, tell me what I'm
supposed to do! I want to be your slave! I'll do anything, I
swear!"
"You had your chance. I'm sorry."
I reached for the anchor and picked it up. Kristen, who thought she
understood what I was doing, went white in shock. Maria wailed in
despair, lurching forward on her knees, trying to get closer to me
to change my mind somehow. Her wrists were still bound, and she
could do nothing but wriggle and squirm.
I pitched the anchor over the stern. It splashed into the foaming
wake about ten yard behind the boat and plunged down into the sea.
The chain, then the rope, shot after it. Maria screamed, struggling
for some purchase on the deck to keep from going over, but the
weight of it dragged her toward the aft gunwale.
Just before she was pulled over the side, I stomped my foot down on
the rope, stopping it. In truth, the anchor only weighed about
fifteen pounds, and Maria could easily have saved herself had she
remained calm.
She lay at my feet, eyes the size of baseballs almost, face
contorted in stark terror.
"You have one more chance. Submit to me, completely, totally, and
without reservation, now and forever after, or I'll lift my foot and
let you go."
She sobbed, gasping for breath.
"Yes! Oh, God yes! Anything! Just please don't kill me!"
I bent down for the rope and began hauling the anchor back in.
Maria lay in a heap before me, dazed and motionless. I removed the
noose from her neck, coiled up the rope, and placed it back in the
dinghy.
I went over to Kristen, who was still rigid in shock, and patted her
on the head.
"It was a game," I said softly. "I wasn't going to let her go."
She relaxed slowly and sagged against the gunwale.
I pulled Maria to her feet.
"All right. Here are the terms. Since I can't take you out of your
father's house and I still don't trust you, I'm going to turn you
over to Kristen. She's going to be your Mistress when I'm not
around. I trust her, and you are to obey her as if she were me.
Otherwise, you have just become a non-person whose sole function in
life is as my sex toy. Is that understood?"
"Yes," she gasped, "yes, Master."
That was it, the moment I knew she was mine. The look in her eyes
said it all.
---
We got to Bermuda about a day later. Becky and Kristen went ashore
to go shopping and sightseeing, Maria stayed on board with me. I
had spent the intervening time expanding her collection of
piercings, so she was in no shape to shop anyway.
I began by giving her a pair of tongue studs, one on the tip for
added stimulation during pussy-eating, the other further back for
stimulation during cock-sucking. I gave her six labial rings, three
through each side. By attaching a chain to her clit ring and
running it through her labial rings and back to the clit ring, I
could close up her pussy when I wasn't using it. To her clit ring,
I also attached a custom-made tag about a centimeter long. It was
made from 18k gold and Becky had gotten it from a jewelry store in
George Town after I sent her ashore with the necessary instructions.
Etched on it, in tiny letters, were the words "Property of Nicholas
S."
The navel ring was an afterthought, but after I put it in, I decided
to run another chain from it to each of her nipple rings. That gave
me another idea, and though it took some doing, I put in another set
of nipple rings behind the first, and ran another chain from each of
the new rings and around her neck to hold up her tits. Her breasts
were small and firm enough that she didn't really need a bra, so I
told her that she was to henceforth wear the chains instead of any
undergarments.
After all that, she really was in sad shape, so I let her rest for a
couple of days to recover. By then, we were on our way home. Maria
spent the trip in the dungeon; I spent in bed fucking Becky and
Kristen or watching them fuck each other.
The night before we got back, Kristen and I went over her
instructions for handling Maria in my absence. During the
conversation, I discovered that Maria had been quite a bitch toward
her friend over the past few years, and Kristen was looking forward
to paying her back. She also went out of her way to assure me that
she wanted to continue on as my slave, as long as I understood her
relatively low pain threshold. Since I was more interested in using
her to torment Maria, I had no problem with it.
We pulled into the Boat Basin on Sunday afternoon. Maria limped off
the boat, still mute from her tongue piercings, but I knew from the
broken look in her eyes that she was mine for good. She would be
back, and she would take anything I wanted to do to her. Kristen
hitched a dog leash to Maria's collar and led her out of the marina
and back to their car.
I stood on the deck with Becky and watched them go.
"Quite a trip," I said.
"Yes, Master," she said. "Quite a trip."
THE END
---
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