The Breaking (mf nc oral anal)


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The Breaking (mf nc oral anal)



   Gravel crunched under the wheels of the black Chevy van as it rolled through the gate.  Pulling up to a garage door in the otherwise unremarkable warehouse-looking building, the driver leaned out the window and swiped a card through a reader.  A second later, metal groaning noises accompanied the lifting of the garage door, and more gravel crunched as the van rolled inside onto the smooth concrete flooring.

   Johnny walked out from the little office which was built into the side of the garage bay, as the driver got out of the van.

   "Got something for me?"  Johnny asked as he shook the hand of the driver, a man in his early forties, dressed in the utilitarian garb of a plumber or painter, starting to go bald.  The man nodded, and walked around to the back of the van.  After opening the door, he removed several buckets and boxes of odds and ends, placing them on the concrete floor.  After lifting up a rubber mat, the man hooked his finger into a hole in the dirty sheet of plywood which was the floor of the van, pulling it up to reveal a secret compartment.  There, lying in several greasy dirty towels, reeking heavily of piss and vomit, lay a bound girl.  Her sweater was stained, and her jeans soiled, but even that withstanding, it was clear she was quite pretty.

   "How old?"  Johnny asked.  It didn't matter, but he liked to know.

   "Seventeen or twenty two, depending on which ID we choose to believe."  The driver reached down to caress her face with his dirty hand.  The girl, whose face was covered with duct tape that no doubt served to keep a gag in, moaned and flinched weakly away from his touch.  
   
   "She's been in there for about 14 hours.  I was extra careful like you said - I peeled the van 3 times on the way back, and stopped only for gas."  The driver was referring to the peel-off paint jobs that had been applied before the grab.  "I did some extra driving, just to confuse her too."  

   Looking over the blond one more time, Johnny walked back to the office.  He returned with a stack of bills which he handed over to the driver.  Eight hundred dollars wasn't bad for a weekend's work, and the guy had done well.  Johnny always liked to help out vets when he could.  The Marine Corps tattoo on the driver's arm expanded as he delicately manhandled the shaking smelly girl out of the van, leaving her lying on the gray concrete floor as he replaced the panel and the rubber matting.

   Hauling the girl upright by her hair, Johnny ignored her muffled sreams.  He dragged her to the front of the garage bay, leaving the way clear as the door opened and the van pulled out.

   Johnny didn't know or really even care what the girl's name was.  He looked at her fear filled face, seeing the blank canvas that she would soon be.  

   After the end of the Cold War, Johnny had been discretely let go from his job - it had been an honorable discharge of course though.  Which frankly suited him fine, since the kind of jobs he liked were becoming scarce.  

   After a few years of floundering around the globe, and working for various organizations of questionable legality, Johnny had found himself in the employ of a Sudanese warlord with an affinity for white American slaves.  Johnny looked down at the new girl, and remembered his amazement at the prices the warlord paid for such trained women.  

   So much, in fact, that he was now in the business of providing such women himself.  Years of working interrogations had paid off however.  While a few sultans and warlords liked their women wild and unbroken, most preferred to buy properly trained slaves.  Docile beautiful women who would do whatever they commanded, endure any humiliation, without hesitation.  And that was what Johnny produced.  Trained slaves.

   Johnny dragged the sobbing girl through a door at the front of the bay, into a room that looked vaguely medical.  Pushing her into the center of the room, he looped a hanging rope around her neck a few times before tying it off.  The rope went though a pulley in the ceiling and down to a small hook on the wall.  Johnny walked over, tightening the rope so that the girl had to stand on her tiptoes to keep from being strangled. 

   After slicing the soiled clothes off of her, Johnny left the naked trembling girl while he retrieved the necessary apparatus for drawing blood.  A sample would go off to several labs, since his customers would be most displeased with him if they contracted something from his merchandise.  A few more vaccination shots followed, just in case she hadn't gotten them.  A probing finger informed Johnny that the girl was no virgin.  Again, not that it mattered much.  A virgin was only worth slightly more, and was that much harder to break.

   Walking back to the side of the room, Johnny retrieved a hose with a sprayer on the end, and proceeded to soak the girl hanging from her neck.  Using a brush, he roughly scrubbed her, eliminated the smell of vomit and urine from the air. 

   When he was satisfied she was clean, he led her into a small chamber through a door, leaving her locked there while he returned to the office for some paperwork.  

   His facility, located deep in the Vermont woods, had been specially constructed.  There  were two garage bays on one side for deliveries, a few medical rooms, a few offices, a reception area for guests, and a play room, but most of the building was taken up by a series of 30 rooms spanning the rest of the first floor and all of the second.  Each room was individually constructed to be unique from all the others.  It was in these rooms that the magic of breaking the girls took place, as the unfortunate new captive would soon find out.  

   Returning to the small chamber where he'd left her, Johnny stopped by his tool room on the way, grabbing one of the cattle shock prods, and a long bullwhip as well.  He liked to have a little fun with the girls while they still had a personality.

   Johnny carried the girl over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes to the playroom, a largish room covered in stark white padding on the walls and floor.  He pushed her in, letting her fall to the floor before stripping and entering himself.  

   Johnny could already feel his cock hardening in anticipation.  Placing the bullwhip by the door (which was locked on a timer), he walked over to the naked girl, and placed the shock prod right between her shoulder blades.  Tapping the trigger, he was rewarded by a series of convulsions from the girl on the floor as white hot searing pain shot through her mind and body.  Taking advantage of this, Johnny peeled off the duct tape from her face, removed the wadding from her mouth, and unlocked the cuffs that had been binding her.  He was so used to complete control that he had come to relish this part of the training.

   Dialing down the prod to a lower setting, Johnny applied it several times to the girl's ass, encouraging her to stand up.  Begging and sobbing for mercy, the girl stood gingerly on legs wobbly from 14 hours in the back of a van.  Slinging the prod over his shoulder, Johnny encouraged the girl to run around the room by snapping the bullwhip at her.  She shrieked loudly each time the tip cracked near her as she did her best to remain on the other side of the room from Johnny.  

   Tiring with that, Johnny dropped the whip for the prod again, and approached the trembling girl who was now cowering in a corner.  After zapping her a few times, he threw her to the floor and flung the prod across the room, removing the safety key for security.  Stroking his now rock hard cock, Johnny approached the poor girl, who was crying into the cushioned floor.  Without any warning, Johnny stuck his hand between her buttocks, forcing a finger into her anus.  She shrieked at the invasion, and tried simultaneously to pull his hand out and turn over.  He backhanded her across the face as she tried to claw at his chest.  Forcing his finger deeper, Johnny slapped the girl again, batting her ineffective blows aside.  Removing his hand, he grabbed her full breasts, and pinched her nipples as hard as he could, feeling his cock surge at the sound of her screams and the pain on her face.

   Johnny rolled her onto her stomach, and, using one hand to hold her down, rained blows down on her ass with his open hand.  She tried to shield herself with her hands, but he moved fast enough that she never seemed to gain much protection.  When her ass had turned a nice shade of red, he pushed her over back on to her back.  Hauling her struggling and kicking legs apart, he pushed them back against her chest before burying a digit in the girl's dry twat.  She fought as he moved his finger in and out, diddling her clit with his thumb, but his strength easily overwhelmed her.  

   She had not gotten any wetter when he removed his finger, and lined up his cock.  Pausing only to slap the girl again across the face, he thrust into her helpless vagina, impaling her completely.  She howled in pain, and feebly tried to push him away, but he would have none of it.  Withdrawing his invading cock most of the way, he thrust back into her warm pussy.  She felt like her insides were being ripped out by each out-stroke.  With each in-stroke, it felt like someone was driving a knife into her belly.  Johnny pinched her clit roughly, as her mind exploded in a white haze of pain. 

   Keeping his cock inside her, Johnny rolled her onto her stomach, and forced her face into the padded floor of the room with both hands, as he continued to fuck her hole from behind.  He could feel her struggling for air, as her cunt gripped his cock even tighter, and her stomach heaved.  Letting her up only for a second, Johnny reached under her to roughly mash his hand against her pussy, which was finally starting to lubricate out of pure self-defense.

   Turning her head, Johnny stuck his tongue into her mouth, raping her face like he was raping her cunt.  Replacing his tongue with his fingers, Johnny pounded her against the floor, hearing her grunt as each thrust slammed her against the pads.  Just as he was about to come, he pulled out of her cunt, and moved up to her face.  Thick strands of cum splashed onto her face, as Johnny smeared the mixture of their fucking across her eyes and under her nose.

   Johnny could feel the girl relaxing under him, thinking that at least it was over finally.  She was wrong, she discovered, as Johnny forced 3 fingers into her sodden pussy, and began pistoning them in and out in an re-enactment of the rape as his cock hardened a second time.  

   The girl was still lying on her stomach as Johnny pried her buttocks apart and pressed his slimy cock coated in her juices and his come against her asshole.  New-found resistance surged into the girl, as she tried to claw her way out from under him on the padded floor.  He could feel her clenching shut as he pushed inexorably inwards.  Reaching under her, he grabbed her tits as he stabbed into her virgin ass.  She screamed in pain and panic, flailing her arms around her as she tried to get away from the burning pain in her rectum.  Johnny fucked her hard, slapping her ass and face, and occasionally shoving a few fingers back into her pussy to smear cunt goo across her sperm-covered face.  

   After a few minutes of brutal fucking, Johnny felt the fight go out of the girl.  He pinched her nipples hard as he rammed her up the ass, but he only got a moan in response.  Almost as if on cue, he felt the tingling in his balls.  After taking one more deep thrust, Johnny pulled his cock out.  Prying her cheeks apart, her red ass hole gaped up at him, as he came in thick spurts over her ass.

   The girl was still sobbing and sniveling as Johnny relaxed, waiting for the door to open.  When he heard it click, scooped up the semi-conscious girl, and half carried, half dragged her out to the main corridor.  From where he stood, he could see the rows of rooms each special in its tortuous way.  

   Dumping the new girl on the ground and chaining her to a D-ring in the floor, Johnny opened the door to the first room.  Inside was a petit brunette, just approaching the end of her first week in the facility. 

   Johnny had developed this technique in his days of doing interrogations.  The first step was to destroy the subject's mental integrity - to smash their sense of reality.  Once they hit the point of insanity, any information could be extracted with relatively little effort.  But here, he went further.  He reduced women to sobbing wrecks, pushing them past the point of insanity, destroying their minds.  No trace of earlier personality survived his treatment.  When he had reduced them to the level of animals - concerned only with food and fear of pain - then, and only then, did he build them back up.  They were trained rigorously, and even the most minor infractions caused a return to one of the many rooms.  Some took more time, some less, but eventually they all reached the point where their fear of pain overcame everything else.  The human mind was a wonderful thing, Johnny thought.

   At the sight of him, the girl on the floor of the first room screamed and shrunk back against the wall.  Ignoring her incoherent pleas, Johnny grabbed her by the hair and hauled her across the hallway, throwing her into the first room on the other side.  

   After hosing out the feces and grime from the first room, Johnny pushed the limp girl into it.  This room was Johnny's favorite - he liked to start them here.

   The room was small - maybe only 7 or 8 feet in each dimension, and painted an almost painful white.  Bright panels in the wall illuminated it, although with the door shut, when they turned off the room was pitch black.  The lights were on a random timer.  Loud gunshot noises also played randomly, and static noise would play for random lengths of time at random volumes, interspersed with deafening silence.

   The walls of the room weren't quite vertical, nor were the corners quite square.  Just looking into the room was disturbing, Johnny observed.  The point was to prevent the person in it from sleeping or becoming adjusted to any regularity.  The sobbing brunette had been kept in there for nearly the whole week that she'd been here, being fed only at random times.  Beatings and the occasional rape had sometimes accompanied the food just to keep her on her toes.

   The other room in which she now resided, was the opposite.  The walls were also stark white, but there were no random noises, and the lights remained entirely constant.  No sound penetrated the sound proof walls, and the slightly-off angles of the previous room were straight.  After the previous room, what little could be expected by a subject had been changed.

  With both women taken care of, Johnny walked down to the end of the hall.  These rooms were less torture chambers than holding cells for the women and girls who were nearling completion. 

   The last room at the end contained Number 215.  She was a pretty blond girl of maybe 20 or so, who had also arrived at the facility under similar circumstances.  Johnny didn't know what she had been in her previous life, but she sat calmly on the small cot, naked, waiting for his command.  

   "Follow me," he commanded.  The girl walked demurely behind him, as they entered the playroom.  There was no need to lock the door.

   "Suck my cock."  The girl knelt, and began, with the utmost delicacy, to remove the filth consisting of blood, semen, vaginal secretions and fecal matter which still coated his now hardening penis from the earlier rape.  With a look like she was tasting ambrosia, the girl carefully removed all traces of the slime with her pink tongue before grasping his balls gently and deep-throating his entire length without so much as a change in her breathing rhythm.  She would continue, he knew, until he told her to stop or she died of thirst.

   "Show me your ass," Johnny told the girl.  Instantly, she released his cock, turned away from him, and assumed a kneeling position with her face pressed into the cushions and her ass thrust high into the air.  Simply being in the position aroused the girl, as Johnny confirmed when his index finger slid effortlessly into her warm cunt.  Withdrawing it, Johnny tested her.

   "Where would you like me to stick my cock?"  He asked.

   "Wherever it would please my master to do so," replied the girl, passing.  Johnny pressed his now hard member against her pink slit until it slipped into her pussy.  The girl under him moaned in encouragement, but made no other sound, as he sunk into her.  Pulling his cock out of her pussy, Johnny pressed it against the brown star of her anus.  Without being told, Number 215 pushed as if she were relieving herself to ease his entry.  With his entire cock buried in her ass, Johnny began to fuck her in earnest.  With each stroke, he could feel the girl shudder in pleasure as she gripped his phallus with her inner muscles.  Reaching down, Johnny fondled her breasts, pinching them to the accompaniment of small gasps of pleasure from the slave. 

   Johnny continued to fuck her ass.  He decided to try the last test which she had failed, just to be doubly sure she would be ready for her Arabian purchaser when he arrived in a week.  

   Reaching under her, Johnny pinched her clit as hard as he could.  The girl's body went totally rigid, and her grip on his cock intensified, but she didn't cry out, or otherwise give any indication of pain.

   "May this slut come for you?"  She asked, her voice still sweet as if she were asking him for the greatest privilege in the world.

   "Yes," Johnny replied, releasing her most tender spot as the girl tripped over into what was no doubt a mind-blowing orgasm.  The spasms of her ass milked Johnny's cock, as he plowed her.  Using her tits for additional leverage, Johnny rammed her faster and faster as she moaned in total ecstasy.  With one last thrust, Johnny released his cum into her bowels with a grunt.  As soon as he had pulled out, the girl immediately turned around and took his manhood in her mouth to clean him.  

   Satisfied with his product, Johnny took her back to her cell.  While the job was sometimes lonely, it had its perks.  This one would bring him at least $100,000, and probably a good deal more.  Which wasn't a bad return on his investment.  But it was the joy of breaking them that he loved.  Walking back to the office, he imagined the new girl slowly breaking in her new home.  She would be a fun one, he thought, once she fully broken.



The End.



I'd been meaning to write a story like this for a while, and while it didn't come out exactly as I'd planned, I think it's still not too bad.  If you enjoyed this, you should check out the Bangkok Slaver series by Parker, which served to inspire this somewhat.

I still plan to write a few more installments of New Slave over the holiday, and possibly an extra one or two small stories.

Best wishes to all - as always, I love to hear what you think.
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