Breaking, Breaking, Broken

"Fellating this cock will keep them away from your nipples. Stopping at any point, or moving too slowly, will result in them automatically punishing you."

He adjusts something, and the dildo rises towards my mouth. I open obediently. The tip pushes between my lips. It tastes faintly of latex. Of condoms. Of being used. I like the taste.

"Start."

I have just enough movement to reach the bottom. As I go down, the dildo behind me slides in, and I shiver with how delicious that feeling is. When I pull back, it withdraws.

My nipples feel a static quiver, a bristling as if the wands are just out of range.

I move a little faster, down and up, down and up, down and up, while the dildo in my cunt moves in and out, in and out, in and out.

You're Master, i'm fuckslut, You're Master, i'm fuckslut, You're Master, i'm fuckslut...

The tingling in my nipples goes away.

I know how quickly I need to move.

I have to snatch breaths through my nose at the top of each stroke. I manage to establish a rhythm as an orgasm builds inside me.

I am fucking my mouth, and that makes the dildo fuck me.

I am fucking me. I am doing this to myself. I am giving myself this orgasm.

You're Master, i'm fuckslut, You're Master, i'm fuckslut, You're Master, i'm fuckslut...

I am not just broken in body and compliant in mind, I am complicit in my own breaking.

The thought makes me come.

I manage to keep moving. I have to keep moving. To stop moving means to be punished. I have to keep making the dildo fuck me as the orgasm crests and falls and I am briefly so sensitive I want to scream but the dildo just forces my body to react, forces it but my body welcomes it, craves it. My body is demanding that I do this to myself.

You're Master, i'm fuckslut, You're Master, i'm fuckslut, You're Master, i'm fuckslut...

My body is demanding I break myself more.

My body is Master's.

I come again.

I keep moving, swallowing the cock over and over and over again, pushing it down my throat, feeling my throat stretch around it, spit-roasting myself.

You're Master, i'm fuckslut, You're Master, i'm fuckslut, You're Master, i'm fuckslut...

I come again.

I come again.

I come again.

#

I wake up.

I do not move. I stare across the room.

My body is refreshed, but my mind is exhausted.

I crack my eyes open. Same bed, same room, same temperature. Not a new set of manacles lying on the floor but an arm binder instead. There are a couple of small things lying next to it, too. They look like a collar and a gag.

I stare at them.

I can't keep it up. I can't defy him again. I can still shrug off the tasing and the shock prods, the beating and the anal rape, but I can't keep subjecting myself to his violet wand.

I know he's got me.

I know I'm broken inside.

I don't have that strength.

I think of the eyes of the fetish maid. I'm going to look like that. It's the only way to survive.

But it is survival. It is a way to take the next step.

I stir.

"Good morning, fuckslut. Kneel on the floor and put the collar on and the gag in, and wait for my guards. They will put the binder on, and then one of them will fuck your mouth."

That doesn't stir any further anger in me.

I slowly roll off the bed, kneel on the floor, and pick up the collar first. It's thick, leather, and will limit how much I can move my neck. I put it on. I pick up the gag. I have to feel for it because I can't quite look down. It's a ring gag that stretches my jaw to the aching point. I've never met a cock that wouldn't fit through. With it lodged behind my top and bottom teeth, I buckle it behind my head, put my hands behind me ready for the binder, and wait.

The guards come in with shocksticks out and crackling.

They fan around me. I wait, docile.

One kneels behind me, wraps the binder around my arms, and zips it up. I press my elbows together to make his job easier. The position thrusts my breasts forward and lifts them. I know the sight I make.

You're Master, i'm fuckslut, You're Master, i'm fuckslut...

The guards do not relax, but one of them steps in front of me while undoing his pants. I rise up on my knees to be at the right height.

He grabs my hair before pushing into my mouth.

He's clean, and just smells of man. He's a good size but not too huge. He tastes of man. He tastes of dominance. He tastes of a Master. He fucks my throat steadily and forcefully but not brutally.

I try to help him along to end this quicker, but there's just not much I can do.

I can't breathe very well since he doesn't quite pull out far enough, so I'm struggling, my body screaming for oxygen, before he pulls out further. I desperately hold onto my breathing reflex until he's finished emptying his balls into my mouth.

I manage to swallow before breathing through my nose.

They attach chains to my collar and pull me to my feet.

We return to the same room. I walk obediently between them.

Master points. "Kneel."

I kneel. Guards stay in the room.

Master undoes his pants.

He's slightly bigger than the guard, but shorter. He fucks my throat roughly, but I'm feeling numb and it just doesn't matter.

When he comes, he pulls out to hit me in the face. I close my eyes in time.

"Binder," Master says, doing up his pants and moving to his table.

A guard steps forward, unzips the binder and removes it. I relax my arms, but don't move them yet.

Master comes back with the ointment. He holds it out to me.

"Who are you?"

"I'm fuckslut," I say.

"Are you going to obey me?"

"Yes, Master."

He doesn't look pleased, satisfied or happy, he just doesn't punish me.

"Rub this on your nipples until I tell you to stop. Use both hands at once."

My nipples had tightened at the sight of it. Now, they go almost fully hard.

I slowly dip two fingers of each hand into the ointment. I still have the option of defying him, of being punished, or experiencing that impossible pain again. But my body will have this ointment. It locked my mouth to stop me insulting him. Now it's moving without me, reaching for the ointment, taking it, and rubbing it into my eager, eager nipples.

I shudder at my first touch. I feel my entire breasts tingling with need. He hasn't just broken me with pain, he's broken me with a drug I didn't even ingest.

I rub, trying to emulate his touch. I'm soon gasping. It's my fingers, and I'm gasping with the arousal of it. I feel my cunt throbbing with need.

My whole body starts aching and still he watches and gives me no command to stop.

You're Master, i'm fuckslut, You're Master, i'm fuckslut...

I keep rubbing, and rubbing, and rubbing, until that's the only thing I'm aware of apart from his gaze.

"Stop," he says.

My hands drop to my thighs, my body so hungry I'm shaking.

He holds out the tub again. "Two fingers for your cunt, two for your clit."

My hands are shaking so it's hard for me to get my fingers in the jar at all.

I have to shift position on my knees to give myself better access. I have no trouble doing that at all.

I nearly fall forward when I push two fingers inside my cunt. I'm almost terrified to touch my clit because I know how sensitive it will already be, but my body decides for me and my arm moves.

I scream from how good it feels.

"Repeat," he says.

He doesn't have to elaborate.

"You're Master, i'm fuckslut," I begin, between gasps as I work my fingers as far in as I can and begin frantically jilling myself. "You're Master, i'm fuckslut, You're Master, i'm fuckslut..."

I'm coming within two minutes, and barely interrupt my chant.

"You're Master, i'm fuckslut, You're Master, i'm fuckslut, You're Master, i'm fuckslut..."

He keeps me going through two more orgasms, until I can barely stay upright, until my voice is so broken I'm not sure he can understand my words any more.

But the words are still going, looping around my head, saying themselves.

You're Master, i'm fuckslut, You're Master, i'm fuckslut, You're Master, i'm fuckslut...

When he tells me to stop, the words keep whispering.

You're Master, i'm fuckslut, You're Master, i'm fuckslut, You're Master, i'm fuckslut...

"Stand up."

I am honestly surprised at myself that I manage it. But my body obeys his words even though I'm shaking like a leaf.

He has two horizontal bars set up, at about hip height. He has me stand at one and spread my legs until my ankles fit into cuffs.

He tells me to learn forwards, over the bar. It lifts me up onto the balls of my feet.

There are two straps attached to the other bar, which is too far away for me to reach. The straps have cuffs which go around my wrists. He tightens the straps until I'm stretched forward so the only loose part of me is my breasts, hanging beneath me.

All this time, inside my head,You're Master, i'm fuckslut, You're Master, i'm fuckslut, You're Master, i'm fuckslut...

He opens his trousers again as he steps behind me. I feel a burst of lust, a thrill of expectation, that he is finally going to fuck me himself.

I scream as he enters me.

"Repeat," he says.

"You're Master, i'm fuckslut! You're Master, i'm fuckslut! You're Master, i'm fuckslut!"

He fucks me with his cock just the way he fucked me with his fingers, just the way his machines fucked me. I remember everything I felt when strapped down and fucked, when strapped upright and fucked, when strapped kneeling and fucked.

"You're Master, i'm fuckslut! You're Master, i'm fuckslut! You're Master, i'm fuckslut!"

I come.

"You're Master, i'm fuckslut! You're Master, i'm fuckslut! You're Master, i'm fuckslut!"

He keeps going, steadily, every stroke an explosion inside my ointment-coated cunt.

"You're Master, i'm fuckslut! You're Master, i'm fuckslut! You're Master, i'm fuckslut!"

I come again.

I come again.

I come again.

When he pulls out, I keep reciting, chanting in a hoarse whisper now, "You're Master, i'm fuckslut, You're Master, i'm fuckslut, You're Master, i'm fuckslut..."

He moves something large and heavy behind me. He pushes a dildo inside me.

"You're Master, i'm fuckslut, You're Master, i'm fuckslut, You're Master, i'm fuckslut..."

He wheels another machine next to me. I see the tubes this time as he attaches them to my nipples. Plastic with a thick-rimmed end, a flexible plastic sleeve inside them to squeeze with suction. They look like farmyard milking equipment, but too small for cows. Goats, maybe.

He has to start the suction to attach them, of course. Then calibrate them.

I'm still whispering. "You're Master, i'm fuckslut, You're Master, i'm fuckslut, You're Master, i'm fuckslut..."

I'm barely conscious I'm doing it.

The burst of sensation from my nipples is almost just background at this point.

I keep whispering. "You're Master, i'm fuckslut, You're Master, i'm fuckslut, You're Master, i'm fuckslut..."

"I will leave you to reinforce what you have learned," he says. "Keep reciting."

The dildo starts fucking. The milkers start sucking.

I keep repeating.

I start coming.

#

I wake up on the same bed in the same room.

I sit up immediately, waiting for Master.

"Good morning, fuckslut! Stand to attention and wait for my guards."

I'm mildly curious why he doesn't have the guards degrade me again, but it is not my place to wonder these things so I stop.

The guards come and take me to a lift. The lift opens on an upstairs corridor, with fine wood panelling and luxuriant carpet underfoot.

The guards lead me to a bedroom.

Master's bedroom.

He is standing, waiting for me. Master.

He looks me up and down, not admiring just checking, then steps closer. "Feet together, hands by your side," he says.

I straighten to attention.

"This is standing posture 1," he says. "Feet apart, hands behind head."

I move.

"This is standing posture 2." He steps closer, reaches out, and starts gently stroking my right nipple.

There's no ointment this time but oh god it feels just like there is. I'm soon shaking. I'm soon gasping. My legs are quivering. I feel my other nipple aching for attention. I feel my cunt clench. I feel myself grow moist. My eyelids flutter.

He moves to my left nipple. I struggle to remain standing. I feel wet trickling down my inner thighs. I can't see anything, just a red and white haze.

You're Master, i'm fuckslut, You're Master, i'm fuckslut, You're Master, i'm fuckslut...

My hips are shaking violently. My arms are only holding in place by locking my fingers together.

You're Master, i'm fuckslut, You're Master, i'm fuckslut, You're Master, i'm fuckslut...

He takes his hand away.

I expect what is coming. My vision just has time to clear.

I cry out as he pushes his fingers inside me.

"If you make any noise at all, recite," he says.

"You're Master! I'm fuckslut! You're Master! I'm fuckslut! You're Master! I'm fuckSLUT!"

I come. I do not know how I stay standing.

He pulls his fingers out. Then he pushes them into my mouth. "Suck them clean."

I do, as eagerly as I would suck his cock.

You're Master, i'm fuckslut, You're Master, i'm fuckslut, You're Master, i'm fuckslut...

He points at the bed. "Hands and knees."

When I'm in position, he climbs behind me.

I start whispering before he even enters me. "You're Master, i'm fuckslut, You're Master, i'm fuckslut, You're Master, i'm fuckslut..."

He fucks me steadily, evenly, persistently, relentlessly, tirelessly.

I come.

"You're Master! I'm fuckslut! You're Master! I'm fuckslut! You're Master! I'm fuckslut!"

He fucks me steadily, evenly, persistently, relentlessly, tirelessly.

"You're Master! I'm fuckslut! You're Master! I'm fuckslut! You're Master! I'm fuckslut!"

He fucks me steadily, evenly, persistently, relentlessly, tirelessly.

I come.

I come.

I come.

He pulls out.

I feel the bed move, but can not pay enough attention to work out what he is doing.

"Suck it clean."

I open my mouth wide to take in his cock. I suck it. I like it. I worship it. I love it. I adore it. I take it to the back of my throat and down my neck. I taste me and I taste him.

I feel it throb.

I open my mouth wide in reverence as he fills it.

I swallow.

"Kneel," he says.

I blink stupidly to see where he is pointing. A Sybian is set up close to one wall.

I stumble to it. The vibrating pad is a dildo. I lower myself onto it, gasping "You're Master!" as it enters me.

He puts a collar around my neck that is tall enough to hold my head up.

He attaches chains to the collar that will keep me upright and prevent me rising.

He puts an armbinder on me.

"You will reinforce everything you have learned," he says. "Over and over again, until it is fixed in place."

He turns the Sybian on.

"You're Master! I'm fuckslut! You're Master! I'm fuckslut! You're Master! I'm fuckslut!"

I come.

"You're Master! I'm fuckslut! You're Master! I'm fuckslut! You're Master! I'm fuckslut!"

I come.

"You're Master! I'm fuckslut! You're Master! I'm fuckslut! You're Master! I'm fuckslut!"

I come.

I come.

I come.

I come in my dreams.

#

I wake up.

You're Master, i'm fuckslut, You're Master, i'm fuckslut, You're Master, i'm fuckslut...

I'm lying on the bed where he fucked me. I'm wearing a different collar, which is chained to the bedpost. The chain lets me reach an en suite bathroom.

You're Master, i'm fuckslut, You're Master, i'm fuckslut, You're Master, i'm fuckslut...

I go to the toilet.

You're Master, i'm fuckslut, You're Master, i'm fuckslut, You're Master, i'm fuckslut...

I'm walking back to the bed when he enters the room.

I stand instantly to attention.

"Standing position 2," he says.

I instantly move.

He steps forward, looking me up and down.

Even though there is nothing in his gaze except clinical assessment, it warms me.

He reaches out to stroke my right nipple.

I quiver. I shake. I have to lock my knees. I feel my cunt clench. I feel my breasts grow warm. I tingle all over as though with kisses. I feel my other nipple ache for attention.

You're Master, i'm fuckslut, You're Master, i'm fuckslut, You're Master, i'm fuckslut...

He moves to my left nipple.

I shake. I barely stay standing. I feel wetness run down my inner thighs. I gasp "You're Master!"

He takes his hand away. I come almost as soon as he slides his fingers inside me.

"Suck them clean."

I suck his fingers. I lick them. I worship them as I would his cock. They have given me such joy.

"Kneel, knees apart, hands where they are," he says.

I try to kneel gracefully but my legs are weak. I fall heavily, which hurts but is nothing I can't deal with. My breasts bounce, which almost makes me come again.

"That is kneeling position 2," he says.

"Today we mark you," he says.

He kneels in front of me holding a pair of forceps and a needle.

It is not my place to wonder, so I do not.

He seizes my right nipple with the forceps.

The pain is sharp and intense, but he has done so much worse to me in teaching me proper behaviour, so I ignore it.

He slides the needle through the base of my nipple.

The pain is sharp, intense, and completely unlike anything he has done to me. It is not like the violet wand. It is more like the Taser darts, when I was fighting back. It is a fighting feeling, a danger feeling, a feeling that fuckslut does not know.

The Lemur knows it.

I stare stupidly at my hands, which are in front of my face not behind my head where they should be.

I stare stupidly at Master, who is lying on the ground with his neck bent at the wrong angle.

The Lemur broke his neck.

I broke his neck.

Master found a deep, deep behavioural drive he had not found before.

I am The Lemur.

Rage explodes inside me.

I jerk the needle out of my nipple, not caring how much it hurts, then unlatch the forceps. The blood coming back hurts almost more, but I ignore it.

I have not been hit by Tasers. There is no noise of running feet. There are no guards present.

There is no violet wand, there is no risk of pain, but my brain was in no state to evaluate the odds and remind me of that before now.

I surge to my feet, new energy coursing through me.

I stomp viciously on fuckstick Rutherford's body, hearing ribs and larger bones crack under my bare foot.

I can not hear any noises from outside the room.

The room does not seem to contain much that would be useful as a weapon, so I keep the piercing needle as I cast about.

I wipe my nipple down with an alcohol wipe he has with the piercing equipment. He meant to put large rings through my nipples.

The intense sting of the alcohol and the sharp pain of the cold as it evaporates make my cunt spasm but my mind rage.

I carefully put a dressing on.

One of his pockets has the key to my collar, which I hurl so hard into a wall that it ends up embedded.

I hear running feet a second before the door bursts open.

The first guard dies quickly, and possibly in ignorance.

The second reacts in time, so I have to break his elbow and knee before I get to his neck.

Fuckstick has his watch in his pocket, as well. Lots of little dials in the dial, and a date function.