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Breaking her in (Sexymomma X QB)

Her kidnapper would make it a point that resisting his advances would be met only with harsh punishment and cruel reprisals. Taking her into the shed, with a bright blue ball-gag in her mouth, she found her place amongst various lawn keeping supplies, kneeling onto an old table situated at the middle of the shed underneath the light bulb. Just mere moments in and the heat seemed rather bearable had it not been for the open door. There, her ankles were bolted down, kneeling with a black half-circle leather cushion beneath her, a small pad with a tiny ridge fitting right between her lower lips. Her skirt drawn around, he gave her the dignity of wearing clothes even though she had defied him. But as this torture would show, wearing clothes may not be of benefit to her.

With her arms bound to a monoglove, he made sure that the armglove was tight as he took a small piece of twine, tying the D-ring of her monogove to an eyebolt behind her little sybian, making her assume a straight back to counteract the bondage. Simple, yet cruel and uncompromising, as she would soon see.

"Because you defied me, I have no choice but to put you to this torture. You will endure countless orgasms until either you or the machine gives. But..." he said, holding out a small battery, "Seeing as I have this and a motor battery as a back up, You'll be cumming even when you feel there is no longer anything there. I've had girls almost die from heat exhaustion in here. But we'll see if you will last!" he said, smiling as he kissed her cheek, setting the speed to 'custom.'

Her position was alot more forgiving, but given his hints that her bondage would span beyond hours, it would surely cause strain. The sybian started off brutally fast, as if intent on driving her straight to an orgasm off the bat. Yet, the vibration immediately lowered, bringing with it the pre-orgasmic arousal that came with it. And so began a seesaw adventure where the vibrator would spike up oh so suddenly, only to lower. Closing the door behind him, the lights remained on as the heat of the surrounding area began to accrue. The shack was sound-proof and somewhat well-ventilated, but with the padding it created more heat, adding to the torture of the victim who was trapped inside.

The table stank of arousal fluid and sweat, starkly reminding her that other girls had been in this position just before they were sold. He made sure to tell her all about the fates of the girls he had handled before: courageous, feisty women like her broken into obedient sex slaves who demanded only cock and nothing else. Was that to be her fate as well?
 
Brandi was in a hot stinky shed. All she saw was a bunch of lawn equipment. She tried to scream but with the gag in her mouth nothing but muffled screams. Brandi was kneeling on top of a table with only a light bulb above her. She tried to move her feet but no use they were bolted down, she was kneeling with a black half-circle leather cushion beneath her, a small pad with a tiny ridge fitting right between her lower lips. They had left her clothing on, but her skirt was lifted up over hips. The man bound her arms in a mono-glove and made sure that it was tight, he used twine and laced up the mono-glove which forced Brandi to assume a straight back positions that counteracted the bondage she was in.
As Brandi kneeled over the small machine that between her legs, the man explained that because Brandi defied him, that she would endure countless orgasms unless she or the machine gave in, but seeing as the man had back-up batteries and a motorized battery, Brandi would most likely be the first to break. Since Brandi would be like this for hours, she would feel the strain of not only the position she was in but the multiple orgasms as well.

As soon as the man started the machine on brutally fast Brandi started to orgasm right away, but with no warning the machine slowed way down to the pre-orgasm stage. Every few seconds the machine would switch from slow to the brutal fast pace, throwing Brandi in and out of orgasm. Once the man was satisfied he left closing the door behind him leaving Brandi on the table, gagged, and bound enduring multiple orgasms. Brandi would let out muffled screams every time the machine went up in speed to the brutal pace, but nobody could hear her due to the shack being sound proof. With the padding of the sound proofing it only intensified the heat in the shack.
Brandi could smell the previous arousal fluids and swear on the table reminding her of the previous girls that were here before her only to be sold. The man told Brandi of all the previous girls that came through here before her, and how they were broke into obedient sex slaves who demanded only cocks and nothing more. Brandi thought to herself and wondered if this was to be her fate as well or something wores.
 
All the while, her 'kidnapper' simply stayed just within his house, watching TV and drinking a bit of coffee. Turning on the hidden camera, there he could see the mounting desperation as he watched her body struggle and wither after each and every orgasm. The pace of the vibrator varied how long she had to endure the vibrations just to attain a climax, the repeated release making her body all the more sensitive, moreso than the climax before that.

He smiled as he bumped up the vibration, only to lower it when he could tell that she was slowly about to orgasm. Delighted in the look on her face, he continued to set the vibration speed to an irregular pace, just to keep her alert and ever aroused.

Of course, the exhaustion and the heat would surely start to take their toll as time would pass by, with her kidnapper watching everything from the relative safety of his home, oftentimes denying her painful release only to be brought back to the fast track of consecutive orgasms when the sybian would suddenly burst to life from a quiet lull, obviously putting her in her place as the arousal would surely deliver her ever closer to another climax.

Ten minutes in, the heat would have taken it's toll, given how stuffy it was. Just to go in sync with that realization, he suddenly put up the sybian to the highest possible speed, with the buzzing noise droning and very loud. Smiling, he sat back and watched the show, interested to see how she would endure countless orgasms while the vibration pretty much squirmed beneath her...
 
As the door shut, the machine between Brandi's legs went from fast to slow, doing the see-saw motion. While the man was in his safe area he was watching Brandi go through multiple orgasms and all Brandi could do was scream, but no could hear her except her. "Elphh...Eeeeehhhh!" Brandi was starting to show early signs of exhaustion. Could have been from the heat in the room or from the multiple orgasms "Khhaaaa..! Ophf eiitt....eaaahsee...! Khhaaaa! Khhaaaa! "Khhaaaa..! Ophf eiitt....eaaahsee...!" Brandi moaned.

Just when Brandi would get use to the slow vibrations the man would crank them up as high as it would go and Brandi would scream "Khhaaaa..! Ophf eiitt....eaaahsee...!" but like before no one but her could hear her. As she would reach the point of releasing he would slow the machine down, only to suddenly turn the speed back up all the way. "Khhaaaa! Khhaaaa! Khhaaaa!" Brandi moaned.

Brandi didn't know how long she had been in the shed but it felt like forever. Brandi tried to fight against the restraints, she wiggled, she tried to squirm, but each time the man would change the frequency of the vibrations to less than 30 seconds. Then he turned the machine on the highest setting and watched Brandi endure multiple orgasms over and over. Brandi felt like giving in but she knew the man would get some kind of satisfaction out of it so she tried her hardest to not break.
 
The video feed caught every groan, every whimper and every defeated scream that came out with every orgasm given. He didn't even try to count how many times she had came under this insidious torture. The speed of the vibration was uncertain at most, sometimes riding her through many orgasms at high speed or at times dying out entirely. At this point he watched the way her chest heaved, a thin layer of sweat covering her flustered skin as the torture continued.

The way she drooled was erotic, seeing her make an idiot of herself with her talk garbled up as if she was a baby. Of course the ball gag paled in comparison to her overall predicament, but surely cramps would set in knowing how strained her jaw was kept agape like such with the gag shoved in her mouth.

Deciding to put her out of her misery, he turned up the vibrator at the absolute fastest, letting her ride through all the orgasms she could ever want. Of course it felt like forever, but it had only been half an hour since the bondage started. Of course at this point the strain and the position she was in would accrue, yet no amount of drooling, tears, pleas and certainly orgasms would not sway him. It was over when he decided it was.

And so, he began to read peacefully, listening to the sounds of her tortured gasping and moaning as he left the vibrator at maximum speed with a timer for half an hour...
 
Brandi was starting to go really exhausted from all the orgasms. She stopped counting ages ago. With each up and down of the speed on the vibrator they were becoming more and more unpredictable. Brandi was starting to sweat and gasp trying to catch her breath in between each orgasm. Brandi was drooling from having the gag in her mouth for as long as it was.

Brandi tried screaming "Ougghh...Etthhhh...eee...Oohhhh! "Khhaaaa..! Ophf eiitt....eaaahsee...!" but no one stopped the machine and no one came into help her. Then out of the blue the man turn the machine to the highest setting ever and Brandi screamed "Khhaaaa..! Ophf eiitt....eaaahsee...!" over and over again the more and more she fought against the restraints and the vibrator, the more it exhausted her physically and mentally. "Khhaaaa..! Ophf eiitt....eaaahsee...!" She screamed again and this time she was crying, crying from the pain she was in, from the pleasure she was enduring, from the everything she was going through. "Khhaaaa..! Khhaaaa..!" She moaned in a final effort to try and get the man to stop.
 
Reduced to a sweating, crying mess he knew that Brandi would have learned her lesson by this point, but why stop here? If she just realized her folly she would only play cute only to turn on him when the time was right. It seemed it would take more than that to truly punish her. Even as he was nearly convinced by the desperate look in her eyes and the urgency in her begging, he simply turned away, letting her endure almost 20 more minutes in such torture, turning the pages as her moans could be heard.

Of course he ended up making her wait more than half an hour. At that point it seemed as if she would go in and out of consciousness, as if falling to rest only to be rudely awakened by her utterly sensitive body surviving the seemingly endless rush of arousal focused upon her hypersensitive, tender clit. Tears flowed freely, as did the drool that dripped from her gagged, agape mouth.

Her clothes more restricting than beneficial, sweat trapped within darkened the cloth as they stuck to her skin, a dark spot where all the drool and sweat falling to her chest marking just where it would drop. After sighing, he determined two hours in such a position was enough for now. Walking up to the shack, he turned off the vibrator and let her catch her breath as a fresh breeze delightfully caressed her upon entry.

"Are you ready to surrender now?"
 
Another 20 minutes passed and Candi orgasmed over and over. She screamed muffled word after muffled word. She fought against the restraints to the point that it was causing cuts deep enough to bleed, and she was sweating even more now that she had been fighting the restraints and orgasming over and over. Candi learned her lesson, not to defy the man. Candi would go limp in between the orgasms but only be suddenly woken up and sent into another orgasm. "Ophf eiitt....eaaahsee...!" Candi moaned. Candi's clit was super sensitive, and she cried each time she moved when she wasn't orgasming. "Khhaaaa..! Ophf eiitt....eaaahsee...!" Candi muffled trying to scream with what ever strength she had left.

Candi lost track of time what seemed like 30 minutes turned out to be much longer. When the man opened the door and walked and the breeze rushed in and caressed Candi bringing a sense of relief in Candi moaned "eaaahsee...Etthhhh...eee...Oohhhh!" when the man asked her if she would surrender now Candi nodded her head.
 
Her still-masked kidnapper smiled as he removed the straps to her legs, quite surprised at how reddened they were with the straps' impression onto her fair skin. Removing the gag, he left the armbinder onto her limbs, instead removing the chain that made her hold them up, giving her temporary relief. "Now tell me. What is your name?" The name he 'gave' to her was Cumslut, something he was determined to drill into her head. To break her down, one must bypass her dignity. And to make her admit things he would otherwise never admit was one step towards that goal.

"Now tell me...will cumslut endure more of this torture for her master?" he asked, paradoxically testing her new found obedience: if she said yes, she would only ride onto the sybian even more. For sure if she disagreed she would also be forced to ride it, along with that countless orgasms. What other choice was there for her?

A hand softly reached out to her groin, gently stroking her nigh-sensitive pussy, smiling as it became apparent just how easy it was to work her up...
 
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