Breaking a colt is more than jumping on and riding the buck out of them, it is an art.
Khaliq
It had been a good day, the yearly get-together had been a succes. The risk he had taken by putting such a new aquisition in the centerpiece had payed off. The interest of his guests had been reïgnited for his products. He had been putting on a good show, but his quarterly numbers had hit a plateau. With the masked beauty in the center he had reintroduced mystique in his business. He would have new orders and guests would frequent more often hoping Nypmh would be on order. But he operated in a very niche market, high end non-consensual prostitution and servants. More than often he introduced himself as a horsetrainer. It wasn't completely a lie, it and his job had many similarities. His was only more.. frowned upon. Still, with the number of high influence customers he entertained he doubted he would ever be dragged in front of some sort of justice. Khaliq focused himself on his e-mail. One of many he had recieved during and directly after his party. He had to respond to them fast to retain their interest. It would be a long night. So he sent his pet to get him some more coffee, he watched it leave the office with some nostalgia. It had been his first aquisition, for his stock it was quite old. At 46 years old, it didn't have the beauty of youth anymore. It wouldn't get him any money no more, he couldn't bring himself to get rid of it though. It had too much sentimental value for him. It had been his first pet professionally trained, it had been his first experience. And if you asked him, a piece of art. Perfectly loyal, no regard for her own wellbeing but still able to feel humiliation. Soon it returned, coffee on a silver tray exactly as he liked it. Feeling uncharactarisicly nostalgic this day he got a good look at her.
At 46 years old her large natural tits had a noticable sag, but they were still pretty enough. She was still athletic and slim, he did allow her time to work out for his eyes. Her face had a beauty of middle age, experience and knowledge of her place in life shone in her eyes. If she noticed his nostalgia she didn't show it, she just set his coffee exactly where he wanted the cup without any instructions and added sugar and cream as he liked it. Then took it's place at his side and to his back, kneeling and eyes down. She had been German once, he had met her as he was on vacation. She had been a hotelclerk at the hotel he stayed at. Back then he had been a young brothel owner in Caïro. He had been struck with her beauty then. She had been 25 years old and stunning. Her smile lit up a room without even trying, her blonde hair shone like gold and her eyes were like the depths of the ocean. He had spent most of his vacation in the hotel lobby then, chatting with her when she wasn't busy and after a week even spending her breaks together. When she invited him for a night in the Berlin nightlife he immedietly accepted. He had his dark desires back then too, but back then he restrained them. Scared of what society would label him. They had a thyrst back then, fully consentual, in her studio. As his vacation wound to its end they agreed to swap adresses. This was far before instant messaging and widespread mobile phones. Almost as soon as he landed back in Caïro he wrote her his first letter. After posting it he felt like a fool, like she would ever write back. To his surprise, a month later a letter returned. This continued for about two years before he finally had enough of the long distance. He had made his money in the red light district and was ready for a darker adventure. He would open a brothel, only for the filthy rich and depraved. People like him. He already had a few customers lined up who would reward him for indulging their fantasies. He had his vacation home refurbished for his new enterprise. Now he just needed his German friend. She already trusted him, nobody in Germany knew him and she was absolutely the right girl for his business.
He arranged her vacation to Egypt, she would see all the landmarks and have the hospitality of his family she thought. He knew she didn't tell anybody about him, he knew her better than that. She had been naïve like that. It helped she had just broken up with her boyfriend then. Officially she and him had been attacked in the alleyways of Caïro, he had just barely escaped as he told the police. Her disappearance had been looked in, but when the obvious traces only found her discarded clothing and a bit of her blood the Caïro police and German embassy soon gave up. She was presumed dead by the German embassy and except her family after a year nobody knew her name anymore. Nobody had found the false door in his vacation house, where he slowly but surely broke and trained her. He did not have the skill back then, but he had enthusiasm and time to experiment in spades. It took months before he trusted her enough to let her suck his cock without a gag. It took months more to completely break her. But his first pet had been one of his most successful. He chalked that up to the personal time he spent on it. The contacts he made for his new business had also turned up real. His pet had served him loyally those first years, his customers could do with her as they wanted as long as she lived after and wouldn't be months out of the running. As the years rolled round he built his underground empire slowly but steadily. He took a page from the first rulers of his country and carved his business inside a rockwall, one of his customers did this for him at a discount. Bonus had been that he had been a high Arabic noble with access to an army of undocumented workers and he knew how to work off the books. He built an enormous underground complex with more security than most banks. Through all this his faithful pet was beside him, kneeling of course. All fight had been trained out of her. He owed everything he had to her naïvity. Maybe that is where that particular attraction came from.
"It's rather chilly tonight. Sit on my lap, pet." Khaliq ordered. Immediately it stood again and curled up in his lap, adding as much bodywarmth without restricting his movements too much. Its eyes were still down, it knew better than to look at his screen. Slowly Khaliq sipped his coffee. He worked like that for a few hours more. Sometimes idly playing with his pets tits or cunt. He was about to order his pet to relieve him as she slid down his lap and took his member in her mouth. This was why he kept her around he thought. His pet knew him so well, he didn't even have to instruct her when to entertain him or not. As he enjoyed her skillfull mouth he answered his last e-mail. He pressed send and finally exploded in her mouth. It kept licking and sucking until his pulsing member was utterly spent. Then she showed her prize to Khaliq and waited for his word. "swallow" he entoned and his load disappeared down her gullet. A quick pat on the head was her only reward. The coffee had been a mistake he realised. He was still wide awake. His pet's drooping eyes and barely concealed yawn showed he had been working for too long today. "To bed with you, I will join you soon" he said. "Thank you Sayidi" as she crawled to the bedroom door. As her still firm behind disappeared behind the door he focussed his attention to the damage reports from the evening. Two of his products had been damaged enough to put them out of rotation for about a week. That would hurt a bit, he wasn't shortstaffed, but two girls out of rotation would mean disappointing a few customers. Worse, one of them had been the only black product he currently owned. But nothing could be done about it now. He would deal with it if it came up. He didn't have that many dedicated customers for that fetish. He made a note in his book to rectify that particular bottleneck. He then turned his attention to his most recent venture. Daphne had been here for two weeks now. Her training was within parameters in his experience. She had been accustomed to the cell and the routine he set for new products. The first red light and subsequent punishment had been expected. The second was also well within expectation. Most products resisted those first two training sessions, it had to know the consequences to avoid them. The first training, the continuous orgasm, he had designed for multiple reasons. First they never expect that kind of treatment. Second he showed the product that the body could be manipulated without their consent. And lastly and most important it was mentally conflicting for them. Most involuntarily enjoyed that first training, that made most products hate their bodies. The rewards they got afterwards made that even worse. The feedback loop in the audiosystem also amplified the conflicting emotions. It was devious if he thought so himself. Daphne had exactly that reaction if he read her body language correctly. The defeated walk he saw her take to the door today was a sign of his training working.
Today had been a gamble, not just for his usage of a new product for his centrepiece, but also because it was way too early in her training for such a jump. The second training should involve pain and bondage, but this was a level most bdsm pornstars wouldn't be comfortable with and not just because of the non-consentuality. No safewords, no protection, a long duration of the session and public humiliation in combination with her first painsession and that all with sensory deprivation. He wouldn't be surprised if she wouldn't leave the cell for the next two or three summons. It would set the timeline back a bit but it had been worth it with the money she directly made him. The lovetaps she had received tonight would heal in a few days. She wouldn't get those days though. She will need to be broken down now, she would not get time to get her resolve back. Punishment would resume as normal. The third would still be automatically administered. After that his disciplinarian would be personally involved. If his haunch was correct Daphne would meet that woman sooner than later, all product does. He looked at his watch, he had been working for far too long. The coffee had run its course and he was ready to collapse. His new product had been sleeping for 4 hours now. That would be enough for now. He sent his training team a signal and with a push of a button the red light in Daphne's room lit up. It was almost time for her final choice. His day done, Khaliq locked his computer and made his way to his luxurious bedroom. His pet was already asleep in her doggybed. As he undressed he kicked her awake. It smiled that same smile I fell for all those years ago, just from being able to sleep in a regular bed for a night. It just had to hold the cock of the man who ruined her life in her mouth for the entire night. As he got comfortable he felt her warm mouth close around his cock and idly suckle it. It didn't take long for him to fall asleep, dreaming of defiling his new pet.
Daphne
She jolted awake as an alarm blared. That was new. She quickly looked around and saw the red light blaring at her, the alarm also came from there. As she had made up her mind before she went to sleep she wouldn't leave the cell. The sudden alarm didn't make her more compliant as she hated alarms. It hadn't even been one meal between the lights. The alarm stopped after a minute or something and Daphne didn't even bother walking to the door. She just bundled up in her blanket again and fell asleep again. She would deal with the punishment when she woke. As she expected when she woke up she was once again in the straightjacket. Her arms wrapped tightly around her torso, her legs were tied together this time as well. The ringgag was once again in her mouth. She could only squirm to move. "At least I got some sleep" she thought. "You did not comply with your instructions, punishment will be administered. This is the third offence. You have been dressed in restrictive clothing for your own safety. Failure to comply will always result in punishment. Proceeding with shock collar level 3". It started low and more annoying than painful. Instead of screaming and seizing up like the first two punishments, she squirmed in her suit trying to get away from the electric current. She couldn't of course. It was non stop and just painful enough to be very annoying. It also wasn't stopping. Then a high voltage shock ran through the system, this one did elicit a scream from Daphne. It was only a second, but it was enough to cause severe pain. Then the low voltage shocks continued. This continued for god knows how long. The low voltage kept her focus on the pain and the sudden high voltage kept her in pain the entire time. In reality it was longer than she thought. Not that Daphne would know this, but she would be in this position for almost 18 hours. After that the damage could become permanent. She did not know either that the straightjacket also had some sophisticated sensors in them measuring her body's vitals. Khaliq did not want to lose any product if it could be helped. So she was kept in a precarious state of just enough high voltage shocks to be in pain the entire time and the low voltage was low enough not to cause any damage. It was also completely automated, her punishers did not have to do anything for this. As the hours rolled around Daphne felt her mind breaking, she had been in constant pain for so long now. There was no pattern to the shocks, it could be minutes without a high voltage one or she could get 5 within seconds of eachother. During one of the high voltage shocks she lost control of her bladder so she was lying in a puddle of her own piss. She also had come dangerously close to losing control of the other end, but thankfully that had not happened. She felt the voltage increase again, but this time it was slowly increasing. As if building up to something. Soon it really started to hurt and then it went full power for more than just a second. It was almost like the first punishment again. They kept her twitching and cramping until she ran out of air. Then when she really started to choke it released and Daphne collapsed, the low frequency resumed but Daphne did not feel it anymore, she had passed out.
When Daphne woke up the first thing she noticed was she was still bound, then she noticed the smell. It reeked in here. The shocks had stopped, so she had that going for her. As she slowly opened her eyes she saw what that smell had been. She had soiled herself and they let her lie in it. She broke down yet again. She did not know how many times she could break down until her tears ran dry, but her captors surely were trying to find out. The next thing she noticed was that she was absolutely starved and parched. She hadn't drunk or eaten anything since before she had been dragged as the centerpiece of that party and she had used a lot of her fluids. As she lay there it became all she could think about. Say what you will about humans, they are still animals and their first priority was food and drink. As if answering her prayers she heard the cell open up. It wasn't the little hatch in the bottom of the door where she recieved all her meals from but the entire door. She dreaded what could come inside, would she be raped in her own cell? Did they run out of patience? A tiny part of her hoped a police officer would walk through that door to take her home. The door swung open and a man walked inside. He was dressed head to toe in a black suit, he had black latex gloves on and the same mask that she had worn on two occasions. She couldn't see anything of his skin. The only thing of colour on him was a red necktie. He wafted his hand beneath his nose to waft away the smell that hit him. Even though this was one of her captors and tormenters Daphne couldn't suppress the feeling of shame knowing the smell came from her. He purposefully walked towards her, he could see in the mask Daphne thought. As he knelt just outside the puddle of filth around Daphne he inspected her, took from his jacket a doctor's hammer and tested her reflexes. They still worked. After that he took a small wooden stick from his coat and pushed her tongue down in her mouth. Maybe by accident, maybe on purpose he stuck it down her troat to far and she retched. This set in motion a chain reaction as her body started retching and vomit spewed from her. She hadn't expected it so the first wave fell down right on her own face and the man's hands. He released her as she turned her head to the side. She felt it creep under her hair and cheek. The man quickly finished his tests as he walked back to the door, closing it behind him. Daphne was once again left with just her hunger, thirst and the godawfull smell. Now she was covered in all bodily fluids that could come out of her and she couldn't even move away. She just had to lie down there and take it. Crying was a given at that point. It hadn't been long until the door opened again. The man walked back in the room, now with a full blown gasmask on his face. Behind him a second figure walked in the cell. Daphne did a doubletake when she saw that figure. It was another girl, and a beautiful one at that. Copper skin, heavy breasts and curves that Daphne wished she had. Her head was topped with a beautiful mop of black curls. She was also unmasked. It had been the first face she had seen since waking up in the cell. The girl walked behind the man, her eyes glued to the silver platter she was carrying. The man stopped a few meters away from Daphne and motioned towards her. The girl nodded and approached. Without any hesitation she set down the platter next to Daphne and straddled her, her knees inside the horrible concoction Daphne's body had made. The girl kept her face completely blank. She looked Arabic, Daphne thought. It would fit as the man at the party said the language was Arabic.
The girl focussed her attention on the platter. It had a few items on it, all of them medical in appearance. She recognised a few of them, one was a thick but flexible plastic tube that could be connected to something. It was used for tube feeding. The girl picked that up and brought it up to Daphne's face. Daphne did all she could to struggle, but the girl was skilled. It was clear she had done this before on unwilling patients. Daphne couldn't even block her mouth with her tongue before the girl already had the tube in her throat. It felt awful, not painful but strange and thoroughly unpleasant. As the girl worked the man had somehow removed one of the padded tiles from the wall and secured a bag from the now concrete wall. The tube was quickly connected and the machine soon pumped nutrients directly in Daphne's stomach. It felt very strange, she could feel it going in her stomach but she couldn't stop it. After that the girl sprayed some liquid in Daphne's mouth, the taste was just water. But it wet her mouth enough to get her mind of dehydration for the moment. All through this ordeal the girl on top of Daphne had been emotionless. Just a blank face staring back at Daphne's desperate eyes. As they finished up though Daphne thought she saw some conflict in those wide hazel eyes. It was gone before she could do anything though. The girl stood up, didn't even wipe her knees and feet and left the cell. The man looked down at her through his gasmask and attached a bullet vibe to her clit. He activated it and left. Daphne was once again left alone, lying in her own filth. Now with a tube through her throat to keep her fed and watered and the attention of the vibrator. She didn't think she could be brought lower than now. The vibrator had its effect and even with the disgusting situation she found herself in she actually came. It was the straw that broke the camel's back. Crying, heaving and sobbing like a baby she screamed at the injustice of it all. Daphne broke, she would never be the same again and she knew it. She knew her situation was awful, but if this was their idea of punishment she wanted nothing to do with it. She would play ball if they wanted her so badly. After this hell even rape would be a lesser punishment. She would don the mask again, she would let them do what they wanted with her and she would take her revenge when she could. In another room, a few hours later Khaliq smiled as he watched Daphne come again and again as she was crying in the puddle of awfull. He took another sip of his tea as his loyal pet lovingly serviced him.
Daphne didn't know how she managed but even with the smell, the vibe and the tube in her throat she had cried herself to sleep. As she woke up she had been cleaned and the tube was out of her throat. She had been put in a corner of the room, a blanket was spread over her. She felt empty and defeated. She didn't know how long she sat there. She saw at least two meals shoved in through the door, she didn't take them. She did take the water but not the food. She couldn't eat anything. When the red light activated she almost felt relieved, something else to think about. However she had a choice to make, she knew now that punishment could always be worse. With a heavy heart Daphne capitulated, she didn't want to go, but she really didn't want to find out if they could do worse than what she had endured two meals ago.
As usual in the hallway she found the now familiar mask. No restraints this time though. She quickly pulled the mask over her head and waited. She heard the door opening and a rough hand grabbed her ponytail sticking from the mask. As everything in this godforsaken place it hurt and was completely humiliating. She was half dragged, half pushed down a corridor until she once again felt bathroom tiles underneath her feet. She was quickly attached to something and with water cascading down she felt her body relaxing. The person bathing her absolutely knew what he/she was doing as she felt some sort of shower gel being massaged in her back and shoulders. It was bliss, a rare luxury in this hellhole. Of course the person also had to clean her more private parts, but in her bliss Daphne didn't even care. She shut down for just a moment and just enjoyed herself. All too soon however the water stopped and she was wiped down with a soft fluffy scented towel. After that the torment resumed. The hold on the ponytail returned and reality crashed back down. She was dragged back in the corridor and shoved in a room. She felt a soft carpet beneath her feet as she was dragged to the center of the room. There she was made to kneel. The person dragging her then attached handcuffs to her wrists and ankles so she had no way of running or standing up quickly. Then as a complete surprise she felt the person reach for the mask as he/she slowly pulled it off her face. She would be able to see what was happening to her this time. She didn't know if it was a blessing or a curse however. As the mask freed her eyes she blinked as the light hit them. The person behind her took this time to attach a ringgag in her mouth. Daphne didn't even fight it. As her vision returned she saw a beautiful room, lush carpet, beautiful wall paintings and a ceiling made like it was an Italian Palazzo. At the end of the room there was a massive bed, not ostentatious but clearly well made and expensive. Everything in this room screamed wealth. And on the end of the bed she saw a man, middle eastern in looks, aged around late 40's or early 50's with a classical arab tunic made from the finest silks. He looked like one of the Saudi princes she had sometimes seen on TV. "Welcome to my humble abode, Daphne Bakker. 21 years old and from Haarlem. Daughter to Erik and Laura and sister to Bram and Hugo".
Khaliq watched as his new toy was brought into the room, two of his pets at his sides, kissing his feet. The Dutch beauty was dragged in the room and as she slowly regained her sight he reveled in the look of absolute hate and fear he got. He could see she had correctly assumed he was the one responsible for her fate and she hated him. He loved it, basked in it. But now it was time to show some power. "Welcome to my humble abode, Daphne Bakker. 21 years old from Haarlem. Daughter to Erik and Laura and sister to Bram and Hugo". He saw her face change from hate and fear to just fear. With just a few words and names he could change a girl's entire being. He loved it. "This is the last time you will hear that name. From now on it is an object. Its only purpose in life is to serve me as I please. If I order it to jump, it will jump. If I order it to fuck it will fuck and if I order it to die, it will die". He let those words, especially the last words sink in. He loved it, the fear, the single tear threatening to fall from her eye. He abruptly stood and walked towards her. He wiped the tear from her eye and tasted it like it was the finest wine. "Delicious, it makes tasty fluids at least." He walked back to the bed and sat down, his pets immediately returning to their duty. "I will not rape it, as rape implies an independant will. It no longer has that. However, being that I am a generous owner I will give it its final choice of its life. Either it will turn its back to me and face the door or it will crawl to the bed and lay its head on my lap. I will explain what will happen in both instances so it can make its final choice of its life. If it chooses to face the wall, it will choose a path of pain and submission. It will be beaten, humiliated and fucked until it completely breaks and only a body remains. It will no longer have to think and it will have no conflicting emotions regarding the rest of its life in this place." "If it chooses to crawl to me and lay its head on my lap it promises me to do as I tell it to do, when i tell it do do, no matter what it is. It will do this of its own volition. It's family will also be safe. It will be hurt, even for no reason but it will still have a personality. It is a hard life but it will have chosen it itself."
Khaliq saw the emotions and indecisiveness flash on her face. Neither option was a good option for her, he knew that. It just had to choose if it wanted a personality and survive or be just a body to survive. This was a heavy choice and Daphne's last completely free choice on this planet. He patiently waited for her to make up her mind and as she made it he couldn't be happier. He would win either way, but he most enjoyed this path. He smiled in triumph as he would celebrate his victory eventually with a tasting of all holes on its body.
Daphne's world collapsed. He knew her parents, he knew the names of her brothers. And if he knew that, he could also find them as he found her and no telling who else he could find via her. Until now she had thought her family and friends safe from this evil organisation, but as she thought through it with her panicked mind she knew that if they wanted it they would be here in a matter of time. Then the bastard in front of her started his evil mastermind spiel with "blahblah blah, you are it, not a person". "Blah blah blah i will give you a choice". She had almost blocked him out completely. She was thankful though that she did pay just enough attention to listen to her "choices". Neither was a choice. The only thing was if she wanted to get beaten for certain or not. He would still rape her, he would defile her and she would have to humiliate herself just for his sick pleasure. It did seem however the path of least resistance. The path with the most hope of ever being normal again. In her right mind she would have resisted, but she wasn't in her right mind. She had thought she would be tortured to death with the last punishment and she wasn't recovered from that horrible aftermath. And that was before the blatant threat to her family. Now in this ostentatious bedroom, with this sicko with two naked women diligently kissing his feet she was scared, hopeless and defeated. She could bounce back, if given some time, but clearly she wouldn't get that. This man had defeated her and they both knew it. So she vowed to bear it for now and temporarily surrender. She would pick her battles and escape this place. She hoped this wouldn't be seen from her face as she slowly crawled to the despicable man. As she put one hand in front of the other, tears wouldn't come. She desperately wanted to cry, but her tears were spent. It seemed hours, but she finally reached his position. She had to squeeze past the two women to place her head in his lap. It felt heavy, the moment utterly humiliating. As her head touched his lap she dared look up to the man, he smiled almost tenderly at her. "Eyes down, pet", she quickly returned her eyes to the wall. "Sit up, eyes to the floor, arms behind its back". Daphne sat on her knees, her bruised behind painfully resting on her heels. She hesitated a second but put her hands behind her back, The pig had already seen everything anyway. Her eyes down she saw the man reach towards her streaked breasts and she instinctively recoiled. In an instant the lazy reach turned into a vicious slap in her face. She was surprised and fell on top of one of the girls. The man did not raise his voice, but spoke; "Did I tell it to retract its tits? Did I tell it to lay on one of my pets? Failure to comply will always result in punishment.” She was yanked back on her knees by her hair, she tried to grab his arm to lessen the sharp pain and another slap hit her face. Her cheeks were burning, her ears ringing, she had never been hit before and hadn't expected it to hurt like this. She had been hurt in this place before, but it was electricity. A sharp but mechanical pain. As soon as the electricity left the pain subsided quickly. This was different, it lingered and also felt more personal. She fell the other way, the girl under her doing her best to keep her position. "Back on its knees, pet. I don't have to explain it again, do I?". The ringing in her ears was lessening as she got up as quickly as possible. "Bring those tits closer for me." This time the tears did start falling as she pushed her breasts closer to the man.
It was a battle, but Khaliq kept the grin off his face. The centrepiece event didn't mess with his timeline too much it seemed. Oh, she wasn't broken, not by a long shot. She did an abysmal job of hiding her intentions from her face. She would fight every step of the way. But Khaliq relished those pets. But for now it would be his pleasure to humiliate the girl. He lazily reached for her nipple, rolling it between his fingers. The welts on the little nub probably made it painful for her, but she allowed it. He grabbed her other tit and slowly but firmly kneaded it. She couldn't keep the mewl of pain in and despite the regularity of these occurrences he got aroused. However it wasn't time to fuck the girl yet. He completed his "inspection" of his new pet's tits. "These lovetaps will heal in a few days, turn around and let me inspect its ass. Face down, ass up". Daphne once again hesitated and slowly turned around. She was once again warring with herself as she slowly put her face in the carpet and her ass up for inspection. Her ass was criss-crossed with welts and scabs, it was art. Her ass was beautiful as a blank canvas, but now as it was coloured in it was as beautiful as the best paintings in the world. He teasingly stroked her ass with a single finger. He felt her shudder, but she didn't move. As Khaliq admired her ass, he slapped her playfully on her ass. She instantly shot forward to get away from his hands as she shrieked. As he watched her wriggle in pain she suddenly remembered her earlier lesson and shot back in position. "good pet, it learns quickly". He once again reached forward and slowly slipped a finger in between her labia. He felt her tense up, but she didn't move. He flicked her clit, still hidden in its fleshy hiding place. As he traced back up, he slowly circled her rosebud. "Did it ever have anything in its asshole? I will know if it lies". He could see her struggle to decide whether to answer or not. As she didn't respond quickly he tapped her ass again lightly, just to remind her of the pain. "Once, a finger" she choked out. "It will have much more in there soon, pet. We might want to start cleaning it soon." It wasn't necessary to say this, but it humiliated her. He clapped his hands and as one the two pets stopped kissing his feet and shot up, knees apart and hands behind their heads. "Time for some entertainment, wouldn't you say pets. Amina, heel." As Khaliq stood up and walked towards a comfy seat the right girl dutifully followed him. "Daphne, this is the last time you will hear this name. From now your name is Nimph, repeat it back to me". "My name is Nimph" he heard behind him. "Close, but you will learn soon". "For entertainment I would like to see both in pleasure. Both on the bed, Ava will take the lead." The left girl reacted instantly as she reached for Nimph and helped her up. You could feel the confusion in Nimph's action as she was gently forced onto the bed. Ava looked behind at my feet, a question in her eyes. "Speak", I indulged her. "May this pet give instructions for your entertainment, Sayidi?" "Fine, pet."
Daphne was confused, she had expected pain or the man raping her. She hadn't expected him to want to make love to another woman. She wasn't a lesbian, sure she had kissed a few of her friends in a drunken stupor but nothing more than that. It also wasn't anything she wanted, but this place didn't allow her options. The other girl was breathtakingly beautiful at least. She guessed some Scandinavian heritage, probably early twenties, blonde, blue eyes, tall and a killer figure. She wouldn't be out of place in a fashion magazine or as a trophy girl on a yacht of some cosmopolitan rich guy. As the girl spoke to the pig she was still staring at the girl in confusion. Then the girl turned towards her and without warning kissed her. It was a chaste kiss, meant to grab her attention. "Play along" the girl whispered, "you don't want to displease Sayidi, it will be hell for both of us." Then the girl kissed her again, nibbling on her lower lip, asking for permission to enter. A tear formed in Daphne's eye as the situation finally caught up with her. She had no choice but to perform for the pig in the seat. As she started to kiss the girl back the girl was tenderly stroking her arms. It felt almost normal, what you would do with a lover. It didn't feel normal enough though to forget this scenario. She was kissing the girl back, but that was it. She was like a dead fish receiving the administration. "Please, play along" the girl whispered more urgently, "I don't want to meet the disciplinarian today. Just do what feels natural with your boyfriend." That returned Daphne firmly back to reality. She was giving a live pornshow to a sick pervert who without a doubt would torture her if she disobeyed. The memory of that hellish third punishment was still fresh, she had no desire to see if they could do worse than that. She slowly and awkwardly mirrored the girls motions, she stroked the girls arms, neck and back. It probably wasn't sensual or arousing in any way for the pig but it was a start. "Thank you" the relief in the girl's whisper was clear. The girl intensified her kisses and started to touch her sides, thighs and finally light as a feather she touched her breasts. It was a sign that things would be sexual from there on out. Daphne steeled herself and forced herself to reciprocate the touches. The girls breasts were not marked with welts so she was sure she could be less careful as her unwilling partner and she hoped it would be enough for the girl to play aroused. As she slowly rolled one nipple she started kneading the girl's other breast.
And as expected the girl moaned loudly while kissing. "I will start kissing downward, sorry in advance" she heard as the girl's lips vacuumed on her neck, a hickey appeared almost immediately. The girl slobbered down her neck to her collarbone and down to her breasts, it hurt because of the welts, but she managed to let out a moan, half played, half in pain. While Daphne wasn't a lesbian, she did notice the girl knew what she was doing, it most certainly hadn't been the first time with a woman for her. She felt her partner's tongue flick her nipple while sucking her entire areola in her mouth. Her other breast was kneaded gently so as to not hurt Daphne too much but appeared to be normal. Daphne continued stroking her partners back, holding her head to her breast and trying to seem aroused. The first time in the mask had been a viscous assault on her senses and she had become aroused and even came due to sheer surprise she had reasoned for herself. So it was a shock to her when she noticed that she wanted the girl to continue, that the actions of the girl had an effect. The expert strokes to her sides and thighs, combined with the oral administrations on her breasts were arousing her. She couldn't keep the shock and shame from her face. She heard the pig in the chair choke back a laugh at her face. That humiliated her further, but she had no choice but to continue. She wanted the administrations to stop to get her feelings back under control so she guided the girl back to kissing and then Daphne took the plunge and initiated her first real exploration of lesbianism. She kissed the girl's neck as the girl had to her and slowly descended further, as she reached her partner's breasts she just did what she would like to have done to her. Playfully sucking, flicking and lightly biting the girl's nipple.
The girl was more liberal with her moans, they sounded encouraging. As if the girl actually liked Daphne’s administration. The girl grabbed her free hand and slowly and sensually guided it down to her vagina. Daphne put up a brief fight, but the girl’s grip was surprisingly firm. “Just do what you do to yourself, don’t think about it” the girl advised. Daphne nervously allowed the girl to guide her. As her hand touched the girl’s vagina she tentatively started to stroke her outer lips. To her surprise the girl was wet. The moans weren’t played like hers, this girl actually liked what she did to her. With a heavy heart she decided to take the girl’s advice and stopped thinking. She slipped a finger between the girl's outer lips and found the lubrication she needed to not hurt the girl. As she teased the girls entrance, she flicked the girls clit with her thumb. The reaction was immediate, the girl started to gyrate her hips to end the teasing. Daphne slipped a finger in the girl's vagina and started moving as if she was masturbating herself. She tried finding all those places that so pleasured her and with the girl’s moaning in her ear she actually for just a moment forgot where she was. All that mattered right now was this girl and getting her off. She slipped another finger in the girl, careful because of her long nails as she felt the girl's walls form around her fingers. The girl grabbed her head and passionately kissed her. It wasn’t an act anymore, Daphne was seriously making love to this beautiful girl. So she welcomed the girl's hand sliding down her side, to her thigh and back up towards her own vagina, which had become surprisingly hot and bothered. As the girl reached her destination she pushed Daphne down on her back, still kissing and teasing with lithe fingers. Daphne wasn’t ashamed at that moment, and fully enjoyed what the girl was doing.
The girl, Ava as Daphne suddenly remembered, again slowly started kissing down her neck, completely bypassing her still agonising breasts and she felt Ava’s tongue slowly slide towards her bellybutton where she stopped and started laying butterfly kisses around it. None of her former boyfriends had done this and it was surprisingly erotic and arousing to Daphne. Now nothing existed except Ava and her. Ava had two fingers slowly pumping in and out of her vagina as the butterfly kisses slowly went down. And finally Ava’s mouth reached her clit and attacked it with vigor. By now Daphne’s moans were definitely real as she clamped a hand on the back of Ava’s head and without thinking started rolling a nipple with the other hand. The girl was an expert at reading her, it seemed. Then Daphne cried out her orgasm, oblivious to her audience. Ava continued her assault on Daphne’s nether regions with gusto as Daphne felt another hand on her cheek. The other girl had climbed on the bed, her lips close to hers for a kiss. Delirious from her orgasm Daphne greedily clamped her lips on the gorgeous caramel coloured girl. Ava had by now worked her up to a second orgasm and she squealed her orgasm in the Arab girl's mouth. “Time to return the favour, I’ll help.” the girl whispered in her ear. Daphne agreed, Ava was much in need of some love she reasoned. She gently nudged Ava up back to kiss her. Then suddenly Daphne rolled them around so Ava was lying on her back. The stunning girl moaned in anticipation as Daphne returned the favour. As she passed Ava’s breasts she noticed the Arab girl attack Ava’s lips. Daphne slowly worked her way down, teasing the girl with kisses and featherlight touches. The other girl was busy with Ava’s breasts and neck. To her surprise Daphne was actually looking forward to this part, curious to see what Ava tasted like. It might be the horniness, it might be some awakening, she didn’t know and didn’t care. All she wanted was to return all the love she received from Ava. So with gusto she sucked Ava’s clit in her mouth. The girl must have been worked up or a very good actress, because she almost immediately came. Daphne kept flicking her tongue around the little nub. Ava wasn’t just gorgeous, she was also delicious. For some reason Daphne couldn’t get enough of that peculiar taste. By now she was furiously pumping two fingers into Ava’s love canal while sucking on her clit. It seemed to Daphne that Ava was in a constant orgasm, writhing, humping and crying out her pleasure.
All of a sudden she felt something splash on her back, then another splash on her buttocks, and another and another. That brought her back to reality. There had been another person in the room, the pig. In her passion and curiosity she had somehow completely blocked out his presence. Now she felt the result of the passion between Ava and her slowly pooling on her lower back. Just like that the passion was gone, she had gone stone cold again and had never felt more humiliated. She just froze right where she was, between Ava’s legs, fingers still buried in the girl. Ava and the other girl quickly disentangled themselves and crawled towards the pig. Ava’s hand on her shoulderblade signaling she should remain where she was. She did and didn’t want to look behind her, but decided that that man wouldn’t see any more of her tears today. Suddenly she felt a tongue on her back, then another. Both appendages slowly tracing where she had felt the splashes earlier. While Daphne wasn’t very streetwise and kind of naïve, she had an inkling about what was going to happen. So she had time to steel herself for whatever was coming. As the tongues moved down her back and to her buttocks she felt someone spread her cheeks and the tongue invaded that area of her body. It sickened her that those girls were forced to do that. Then the tongues left her body and she felt them crawling back towards her head. As Ava motioned for her to rise, she did with all the enthusiasm of a corpse. Then first Ava and then the Arab girl kissed her and she felt and tasted the pig’s sperm. She didn’t have that much problems with it usually, she liked the adoration and awe she received when she did that for her former boyfriends. But this time it tasted foul, she wanted it out of her mouth. But she was also scared what would happen if she spat it out. “Face me, Nymph”. Slowly she turned towards the pig. “Open your mouth.” he ordered. Defeated, Daphne obeyed. “Good, now swallow”. Just like that. Daphne almost retched from the thought alone. Then, suddenly, a spark of rebellion reïgnited in her as she spat the contents in her mouth at his face and just as quickly she realised what she had done and what power this man held over her life. The gloopy sperm mixed with saliva clung to his beard and the collar of his shirt. As he snapped his finger, both Ava and the Arab girl flung themselves towards him and cleaned him up. A heavy atmosphere hung in the room, Daphne deeply regretted what she had done. Ava and the girl finished their task and were back to attention, knees apart, hands behind their backs and eyes down. Daphne felt the man’s eyes on her, it was as if she was face to face with a lion. He exuded a presence that triggered her fight or flight response. It felt like an eternity, but in reality it was only a few seconds.
Then suddenly the man smashed his fist in Ava’s stomach. The poor girl doubled over, all air escaping her lungs. She tried to get back to her position but it was no use as his fist backhanded her across the face, sending her falling off the bed and crashing into the carpet. Daphne froze. Why did he attack Ava, she didn’t do anything wrong. She followed the pig’s orders to the letter. Then the man grabbed the hair of the other girl and threw her by the hair off the bed. Daphne couldn’t see what precisely happened, but the man at least kicked her. from the mewl of pain it was somewhere it hurt. Never had the man’s eyes left Daphne’s eyes. The terrifying presence of this predator made all the more real by the actions he just took towards two innocent girls. The tension was suddenly and violently broken when fast as lighting he grabbed her by the hair. She was painfully dragged from the bed, Daphne tried to keep up with him to lessen the pain. The man sat down on his comfortable seat and threw her over his lap. His grip on her hair didn’t lessen, but that was the least of her problems. The slaps she received earlier were like lovetaps compared to the assault he laid on her this time. He swatted her ass as if she was an unruly child. Daphne had never been treated like this, her parents had never swatted her or corporeally punished her. The fact that her ass was still striped from her time as an artpiece didn’t help. Within five swats she was reduced to a screaming blubbering mess. He didn’t let up, Daphne couldn’t think, couldn’t process this. She didn’t know how long he swatted her ass, but every swat brought more pain and despair. By the time it stopped Daphne was openly wailing like a child. Her scalp hurt like hell, but it was nothing compared to the fiery pain in her ass. The man pushed her from his lap and Daphne smacked into the carpet. The only thing she could see from the man was his feet. Without warning he stuck his toe in her mouth and Daphne meekly closed her mouth around it and slowly sucked on it. Her wailing slowly slowed down as he ripped it back out of her mouth and the feet disappeared. Then it was replaced by the mask that was thrown in her field of vision.
Without speaking the man was ordering her out. Glad to be away from the man she put the mask over her face. She heard a door open and close again and the room became silent. The only sound was an occasional moan of pain from Ava or the Arab girl and Daphne's sobs. A few minutes later Daphne heard another door open. A gruff voice broke the silence. “On your feet”. Daphne wanted nothing more than to remain where she was, but almost automatically she rose to her feet. She felt someone clip something to her collar and she was dragged back into the unknown world outside the by now hated room she was in. She was glad to go back to the relative safety of her padded room. After a few minutes of walking she was shoved forward and her feet touched the familiar padding. Then she felt someone bump into her from behind and she almost stumbled into the still closed door in front of her. As the door closed, Daphne removed the mask and to her shock Ava was with her in the small hallway before “her” room. She held a similar mask in her hand as she unceremoniously dropped it to the floor. They silently stepped into the padded room, two meals, blankets and bottles of water were in the corner. Daphne turned to Ava, questions unasked on her lips. Ava said nothing, she just hugged the poor girl. This simple act completely broke Daphne as she let out a sob that turned into a torrent of crying. Ava whispered sweet nothings and reassurances in her ear until Daphne finally cried herself to sleep.