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Breaking Her ((Tune Mizu x Mio-chan))

Mio-chan

Mio-chan

Planetoid
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Feb 5, 2015
Mio sat hunched in the corner of the small cell she had been forced into that morning, her long hair cascading down her shoulders as she stared out of the thick bars keeping her in. From her cell she could see another row of girls a few feet away from her, her age and a little over, and every so often one of them would be grabbed from their cage and dragged off to places unknown. When they returned, hours later (if at all), there were dark marks across their bodies and blood all over whatever clothing they still had. From beyond her sight she heard the familiar creak and groan of the opening door, followed by heavy footsteps, one after another. The young girl's body tensed, her hands curling into fists on the hem of her formerly white sundress as the steps grew closer and closer. They only stopped when the man was directly in front of her, staring down with impassive eyes as he swiftly undid the padlock on her cage, reaching in and grabbing her from the floor as though she was nothing more than a sack of potatoes.

Thrown roughly over his shoulder, Mio pounded on his back, her legs kicking furiously, trying so desperately to free herself from his grasp. The man merely grunted and tightened his hold on her, carrying her out of the cell block and down a short hallway to another room. He dropped her unceremoniously on the floor, eyes cold as he stated, "Your breaker will be here shortly." He was gone before she could say anything, and she could hear the heavy slide of the deadbolt on the other side of the door.

Left alone, even if only temporarily, she turned her attention to the room she had been brought to. There was a large table adorning the center of the room, with shackles on each of its four corners, and against the back wall there was a hanging display that made her shudder. There were whips, paddles, floggers, every kind of sexual torture device she could imagine, and it made her blood run cold. Mio just got herself back on her feet when she heard the slide of the lock again, and her eyes zeroed in on the door, her heart pounding in her chest.
 
“Jacob. We have another one.”

That was all that was needed to get the man known as Jacob Wolffe out of bed and headed to his closet. When there was a job to do, he wasted little time. Dedication and swift delivery of what he promised to his employers had earned him a fairly impressive reputation amongst the underworld elite and when a slave needed breaking, he was was first on everyone’s list. Jacob the Breaker… A master of technique and mental stability. He did not lose himself in the depravity of the underworld. He did not whip girls senseless and he did not viciously beat them them for no reason. He was not overtly cruel like some of the breakers; perhaps that was why the slavers liked him best. His lessons were only harsh when they needed to be and girls were quick to respond to a gentle hand when only pain waited in the other.

He lived on the lower east side of town and it took him half an hour to get to the warehouse. After surrendering the forty five he carried with him at all times, he stepped into an elevator by himself, wished the night watchman luck on his shift, then began his descent into the bunker several dozen yards underneath the surface.

When the doors opened, he stepped out into a large circular room, filled with men like him. At the far end was a clerk behind a pane of bullet proof glass and a pair of bars to keep out thieves. There sat the Money Man. He was responsible for signing the breakers in and then paying them upon the completion of their assigned jobs and the satisfaction of the slavers. To the right was hallway that led to the slavers’ offices. They might have peddled in human flesh but a business was a business and they needed space to world. And of course, to the left, was where the magic happened. Cell blocks filled with slaves and private rooms for the breakers to… well… break. After he checked in with the Money Man, he got the key to his assigned room and headed straight there. He had his orders. Now he had a job to do.

She was staring at him. They all stared. It was rare to get an obedient girl. As a breaker, Jacob dealt almost exclusively with the rebellious stock. But when there was something special his employers wanted a girl to be taught, occasionally he was called in. Usually she was already broken but her previous breaker did not have the skill set to teach the desired lesson. By then they were meek little cows who obeyed his every command. Sweet, but… lacking.

“I’m only going to say this once,” Jacob didn’t lock the door behind him; it did so automatically. There was no way to open the door from the inside of the room. He would only leave once his job was done. “So listen up.” He shrugged off his jacket and tossed into the corner closest to him, his chiseled chest rippling with muscle as he moved. Jacob stared at the girl, his face blank.

“You will call me Sir, nothing else. You will not speak until spoken to. You will obey my commands or you will be punished. And you will break.”
 
The figure that appeared in the doorway was nothing if not intimidating, tall and built, everything this tiny little sixteen year old was not. Mio took precautionary steps back, trying to put as much distance between her and this man as she could until her back bumped up against the back wall. She was young, but she wasn't stupid, she knew perfectly well what kind of place this was and what this man was here to do. And he could do it easily, no doubt, being three times her size and all muscle. Logically, she would be best off obeying him. If she behaved, things wouldn't be as bad.

But she didn't care about logic. Her life was on the line, and she wasn't about to take this sitting down. If they thought they could make an obedient little slave out of her then they had another thing coming. This little girl wasn't going down without a fight, oh no. If they brought her down it would be kicking and screaming all the way. And though her body nearly quaked in fear, Mio wasn't going to let that stop her. With every ounce of her willpower she stared the impassive man straight in the eyes, her own filled with sheer determination as she hissed, "Over my dead body."
 
Had she been anyone else, her insistence that she would not break could have been seen as admiral. Hope was not something that came in abundance in this city. Her life was pretty much over the minute she was born. But there was no time for speculation. Rather than spare herself the pain, she chose the harder path. Most chose the harder path. They didn’t know any better. It was up to Jacob to teach her. He sighed and rubbed his hands together, noting how she’d managed to squeeze herself into the back of the room.

“I can promise you one thing that will not happen to you over the next few days…” He walked toward her, his boots making a heavy thud against the floor with each step. “You will not die.” Suddenly Jacob’s hand shot out and he grabbed the girl by her throat, pulling her off the wall and up against his chest. “And I never said that you could speak.” Just as quickly as before he turned and pushed her down back first onto the table. It was an awkward position, one that was likely to be a bit painful since her bottom half was not on top of the table yet. “Put your hands up.” He would give her one chance to obey and put her hands up to the corners of the table where the shackles waited. Only one.
 
For the first time she saw a slight flicker of emotion in the man's eyes, some cross between anger and annoyance. Mio braced herself against the wall as he approached her, each footstep heavier than the last. It was intimidation, plain and simple. To her, it didn't matter if it hurt. There was no ending to this situation that was good for her. Even if it was nothing but an annoyance to the man, she was going to bring him along on this hell ride.

It only took one of his large hands to grab her on her neck, easily prying her away from the wall. She tried desperately to kick, but the lack of airflow turned it into nothing but a feeble gesture. Pain shot through her back as she was thrown carelessly across the table, her legs still dangling off as he gave her another command. But her arms didn't budge, her eyes glaring still into the man as she repeated in a low tone, "Over my dead body."
 
The hard way then. Jacob increased the pressure on her throat, his thumb pushed up into the hollow underneath her jaw. It was a sensitive spot and no doubt the pain would be intense, but it would not completely cut off her air flow. She would have plenty of raisen shaped bruises soon, though. “You’re only making this harder yourself,” he said plainly, then he reached for her wrist with his other hand. She could fight all she wanted but he had strength on his side. Once both of her wrists were in the cuff, he released her. Her body would slump towards the floor almost in a squatting position, though she could still stand if she wanted. Now he turned his attention to the toy rack behind him.

“First we’ll work on your mouth.” He plucked a ball gag off the rack along with a leather riding crop. The crop was set on the table and then he took the gag and began to force it between her lips and then her teeth. To get her to open her mouth a little wider, Jacob dug his fingers into her cheek, forcing the sensitive flesh on the inside of her mouth up against her own teeth. He wasn’t a fan of getting bit but he was beyond telling her to open her mouth for him. She would earn back the right to obey his commands for her mouth once her lesson was over. As soon as the gag was in place, Jason fastened the strap behind her head and then stepped back with the crop.

“Stand up straighter.” When she didn’t react as quickly as he desired, the large man snapped the crop against her upper thigh. “I said stand up straighter! Do not slouch.”
 
A sharp, shooting pain unlike any she had felt before coursed up from her neck, nearly gasping for air. He released her only once her hands were bound, her body slumping down at the sudden influx of gravity. Mio's breathing was heavy as she hung there, her heartbeat erratic. From where she was she couldn't see him, could only hear the telltale sound of his heavy boots hitting the floor.

Her eyes closed as she tried to catch her breath, she wasn't expecting the sudden force into her mouth. With his prodding into her cheeks, she unknowingly opened wide enough for him to get the gag in, the device attached firmly around her head. Though her voice was gone, it didn't stop the anger in her eyes as she stared up at him. When she didn't obey his first command, she immediately felt the burn of the crop on her exposed thigh, through the thin fabric of her dirty dress. Still, she merely watched him intently as he commanded her again, and did nothing else.
 
Annoying as she was, it was also refreshing to encounter some resistance. But it was his job to squash that resistance and so the fire in her eyes had to die. Jacob snorted and set the crop aside a second time, taking a handful of fabric around the collar of her dress in each hand. Then he yanked. The fabric stretched a fair bit before it finally ripped. Slowly but surely, Jacob stripped the girl until every last shred of the dress was gone, leaving her completely naked before him.

Once again he picked up the crop and once again, he brought it down on her thigh. He did not stop there. Jacob hit her other thigh, then moved up to her waist and belly, striking her over and over again. Either she would move or the blows would continue to rain down on her flesh until she bled.
 
Mio's gaze tentatively flickered to where he set the crop, but she didn't have time to think about what he was going to do before he was already in action. Her dress ripped easily in his hands, the fabric tearing as though it was nothing more than paper. Her panties were even faster, a messy tear of fabric on the ground in mere seconds. With her garments gone, he was quick to start up on her newly exposed flesh, the crop snapping down on her again and again. From her thigh to her belly he hit her continuously, until finally she got her wobbling legs to stand straight. It took two more hits before she was able to straighten her back as well, finally taking the pose he had demanded of her. If she had dared to look down, she would have seen the harsh red marks that now littered her pale skin, though blood had yet to come. Still, there was a fight in her eyes, and she wasn't about to let that die so easily.
 
As soon as she realized that he would not relent, she did as he told her. Good. Her thighs and stomach were covered in marks that varied from dark pink to red, and soon they would rise and become welts. As soon as she was standing upright with no slouch in her shoulders or back, Jacob stopped. That was her reward. Now Jacob could get his first real look at her. She was beautiful minus the dirt and the rising welts. Actually, the red marks just accentuated the slight curves of her nimble little body. Her master, when she was purchased, was likely to keep her that way.

There was no time to really admire his own work, however, and Jacob brought the tip of the crop up and gently rubbed it against her left nipple. “I’m going to test your responsiveness. Your master will want to know this before he buys you.” With a flick of his wrist, the crop swung up and gave her breast a little half hearted smack. “Do not move.” Again he hit her breast, a little harder this time. Then he hit the right. Then the left. Then right again. He alternated breasts, slowly increasing the strength behind the crop until her tiny little breasts jiggled like jello. Her nipples stood out like stiff peaks from her chest and Jacob gave them each a little tap before the crop dropped down to the juncture between her legs.

Now he hit her inner thighs and the soft mound between them. He hit her legs and ordered her to spread them, stopping the abuse once they was an acceptable gap. Jacob then knelt on the floor and brought the tip of the crop up against her slit. “If you do not desire true pain, I would advise you to tell me the truth when I ask this next question… Nod if you are a virgin.”
 
She bit down on the gag in her mouth as he alternated between her breasts, the crop making a low whistle as it cut through the air. At first it was relatively soft, but as he continued his hits grew harder, and soon her breasts were covered in the red marks and stinging with pain. Her nipples, however, were harder than they had ever been before, perfectly stiff little nubs that each received a light tap from the crop.

Her body shuddered as the crop trailed down her skin and in between her legs, her inner thighs the new victim of his assault until she was forced to spread them apart. Mio continued to watch him as he got onto the floor, a shiver running down her spin as the tip of his weapon pressed against her untouched cunt. She was adamant that there was still fight left in her, of that she was perfectly clear. All the same she gave him a solitary nod.
 
Stubborn but not stupid. That was Jacob’s assessment so far. She could defy him all she wanted but with the crop pressing against the outer lips of her sex there was little she could do and Jacob had already proven himself to be a man of his word. Of course, he already knew she was a virgin. It was on the docket sent to his phone on the way over, along with all the skills that the slavers wanted their favorite breaker to teach the young girl. One of those things was to take her virginity because she was not being sold as a virgin; her background was not good enough and although the slavers could take a chance and list her at the higher price virgins sold for, it would be easier to turn her for a profit if she was already experienced. It would take a little longer but that was the name of the game. The girl ought to count herself lucky: Jacob was not especially fond of brutalizing cunts. The right mood, the right girl… yes, but he had fucked hundreds of girls and he honestly prefered quiet acceptance over tears and screams, and on the rare occasion, he really enjoyed it when a girl completely surrendered. Had she refused to nod and let her defiance get the better of her, then her deflowering would not have been pleasant for either of them. At least this way she was sparing herself the brutality of a cock taking her will little to no prep. They’d ease into that. For now…

“Good girl,” he murmured, brushing the tip of the crop against her hidden clit. “One step closer to getting that gag out of your mouth.” Praise was rare in this world but it was the easiest way to build up a girl’s confidence when she was about to do everything that Jacob would demand from her. Her body only existed for the pleasure of others but if she played her cards right, then she could get some of her own. Getting a girl to realize that was tricky but it was why the slavers liked Jacob: he worked miracles.

Jacob put his hand on her hip and squeezed the soft meat of her thigh. “Keep standing like that. Don’t move your legs. Don’t drop your head.” He stood and started twirling the crop around in his hand. “You can make noise if you want. I also want you to do one more thing and then I’ll take the gag out.” He snatched her chin between his thumb and forefinger, making her look up into his face. “I want to see that pussy wet by the time I’m done. If it isn’t, then the gag remains and we’ll have to start over. You don’t want to start over, do you?” Jacob released her and dropped the crop onto the table. What he picked up off the rack next was a little gentler: the flog. If he hit her hard enough it would hurt but the pressure he put behind his swings was meant to make the leather dance across her skin. She still had the choice to resist… She always had that choice. But if she wanted the gag out of her mouth, then she needed to learn how to please her ‘master’. He wanted her wet. She would have to do whatever it took to make sure she was slick by the time he went to check. And so it began, the flog lightly hitting her skin over and over, from her shoulders and arms, down her breasts and stomach, to her ass and legs.
 
Mio's legs trembled as she retained her pose, her stubborn gaze never once leaving the man. Anger bubbled through her when he grabbed a hold of her chin, his breath burning against her skin. Just the tone of his voice left her bubbling with hatred, the feeling boiling from deep inside her. Never had she met such a pretentious, sadistic slime ball. It almost made her feel sick. When he dropped the crop she knew perfectly well that it wasn't because this was over. This had hardly even just begun.

When he returned to her there was a flog in his hand, a bunch of long leather strips hanging from a single handle. Mio kept her head up, more out of pride than a willingness to listen to his orders, but when the flog started hitting her, everywhere from her neck down, it started to be harder to do so. It was especially bad when the leather hit the newly forming welts left by the crop, and with certain hits she couldn't help but let out a muffled scream from her gagged mouth. As he moved steadily downwards, onto her already trembling legs it started to become harder and harder for her to stand straight. With a particularly bad strike against the welts on her inner thighs, her left knee finally buckled, bringing her body slouching down.
 
Disappointment flashed over Jacob’s face when her knee buckled and she slipped, causing a momentary pause to the flogging. Slowly, ran a hand through his hair. “Pathetic,” he sneered. “You can’t even stand up to a little flog? I was barely touching you. Get up! Up!” He slapped the flog down on her leg with more force, willing her to rise. “On your feet. You want this to stop? Then get up!” Again and again the flog struck her, hitting the same spot over and over and over until her skin was bathed in welts and pre blossomed bruises.

Only once she was standing again, although on trembling knees, did he stop again. “Hold. Still.” Jacob’s voice was deathly quiet when he whispered the order to her. “You’re disappointing. You’re not even worth my time. You couldn’t even stand up to that. What am I supposed to do with you?” He grabbed a fist full of her hair and yanked her head back so her face was pointed towards the ceiling. “Time for your punishment… Bend over.” He released her and pointed towards the floor with the flog. “Face down. Keep standing. Double over at the waist. I want your back to be level with the table. Now.”
 
Again Mio bit down on her gag to prevent herself from making noise, and only after several long seconds of the flog harshly slapping against her leg was she able to bring herself to a stand again. She didn't dare look down at her leg, fearful of the surely growing welts and bruises that she would find there. Her legs even weaker now, she still managed to glare into his eyes as he hissed his disappointment at her. Her head snapped back in a second when he yanked her by her hair, the whiplash of it making her mind spin. But she had no time to steady herself, because the second he released her he was barking more orders. Her skin stung in every spot he had hit it, welts upon welts growing across her body, and she bent at the waist more out of pain than the desire to please him. Still, her legs were shaking visibly now, and it took a great deal of strength for her to remain where she was.
 
She moved a little slowly for his tastes, but the girl was obeying his orders to Jacob gave her the time she seemed to need in order to get into position. Her creamy back was mostly untouched when she presented it to him and for a brief moment, he ran his palm over the curve of her spine. “If you move this time, I’m going to dislocate one of your fingers for each twitch you make.” And so began the punishment. Jacob went out of his way to bring the flog down on her back with quick, repetitive strikes. His biceps flexed with each stroke but he was still not using all his strength. There were twenty in all, a suitable punishment for a minor slip. Still, he wouldn’t recommend her doing it again. After it was all over, Jacob stroked her back again. “Do you think you moved, girl?” His hand ran up to her shoulder and then down her arm to her wrist, his fingertips brushing over her knuckles. “Answer me or I’m going to do it anyways.”
 
While she flinched at each of the quick strikes, Mio's back remained flat. On the less sensitive flesh she was able to keep her body from collapsing under the hits, though her legs still trembled slightly beneath her. Still biting down on the gag to prevent herself from making noise, the twenty strikes were over quicker than she would have expected. His hand ran up her spine once more, feeling the red marks that were surely going to form into more welts, and this time she answered his question quickly with a shake of her lowered head. The gentle touch down her arm was unexpected, his fingers leaving a burning trail down her skin that was entirely different than the ones just left across her back.
 
Her answer was correct. Her tiny body had withstood the barrage. Jacob grunted, pleased with her obedience. Slowly, she was learning. “You’re getting the hang of things. Good.” Quietly, he undid the cuffs around her wrists and let her free, not caring whether her legs were strong enough to keep her standing or if she fell to the ground in a crumpled heap. Then he put both the flog and the crop back on the rack before he turned to face the girl once more.

“Catch your breath. You’re no good if you can’t breathe.” Meanwhile Jacob crossed his arms over his chest and looked at the girl in front of him, studying her. The marks that covered her body were beginning to grow darker as more and more blood rushed to the site of the injuries. She would be a patchwork of welts by the time he sent her back to her cell, broken and obedient.

“Do you want the gag off?” His head was cocked to the side, his face blank but his eyes sparkling with admiration of his handiwork. “You’ve already failed one test to get it off. I’ll give you one more chance or the gag will be staying on until I am through with you, do you understand?” Jacob approached her. “Get down on all fours.”
 
When the restraints on her wrists were released, her legs quaked, but didn't fail her. Mio's breath came in short, uneven gasps around the gag, feeling like every inch of her body was burning with welts. His voice sounded a bit distant in her ears, as though he was talking from another room, yet he stood right in front of her. She wasn't entirely sure what that meant, but she knew it couldn't be good.

Still, there was a spark left in her eyes as she watched him examine her beaten body, a fire that refused to die. She had to pick her fights carefully when it came to this man, but she would still fight. Her movements were slow and sluggish as she lowered her body to the floor, wincing when her welted knees came in contact with the cold and unforgiving cement. She went down further, one hand at a time, until she was on all fours in front of him.
 
Jacob couldn’t help it; one of the corners of his mouth twitched a little when he saw that spark still burning bright in her eyes. What flashed across his face could have easily been considered a grin but he wiped it off almost as immediately as it came. Even on all fours, exposed and beaten, she still had fight in her. Was it wrong of him to hope that the person who purchased her kept that fire alive? It was his duty to snuff it out nearly completely, but a dull, lifeless slave was nothing more than a mere fuck toy and those did not sell well. She needed just enough life in her when he was through.

“That look is going to get you in trouble.” He walked around, pushing the table away from her and up against the door. Then he knelt behind her, a hand reaching out and caressing her ass. “Lets see how tight you are.” Jacob’s hand slid under her rump and his middle finger stroked the outer lips of her sex. She was nearly bone dry. “Not even a little wet? You can do better than that.” He started to rub her slit, back and forth, the tip of his finger wiggling against her clit every time it came close enough.

“It’s not your master’s job to pleasure you. You have to earn his cock.” Gently, Jacob pressed his middle finger inside her, pushing only up to the first knuckle. “And you have to earn your right to talk again. I want you to fuck yourself on my finger, but you’re not allowed to cum. You’re only allowed to stop fucking yourself if you’re about to cum, understand me?” His finger curled inside her. “Show me how much you want to use your voice again…”
 
Her body tensed reflexively the moment his hand touched her ass, and even more so as his finger slid down between her legs. She nearly scoffed at his realization that she was completely dry, as though being cropped and flogged across her entire body should have made her horny. His finger worked a little as he teasingly ran it along her slit, but even wiggling it against her clit wasn't truly arousing her. When he slid in, only one knuckle deep, he was only aided by a little wetness.

Still, as much as she hated it, Mio knew she didn't have a choice. Her movements were slow as she started to thrust her hips back, letting his finger move deeper inside of her. The friction was immense, and she winced at the pressure that came from having an unfamiliar object being forced inside her when she was not ready. Keeping her teeth firmly clamped down on the gag in her mouth she started to move, rocking her hips back and forth along his finger. The movements slowly became easier, finally having a wetness to assist in the task as she fucked herself on his finger.
 
“Mmmm…” He felt her push back against his finger, then slide forward before sliding back again. It took a while before her body began to self lubricate but when it did, her movements became less jerky and much more smooth, like she was gliding every time she thrust back on his finger. Jacob licked his lips, his body hovering over hers. “Good girl. Just like that.” Tempted as he was to add a second finger, her body wasn’t ready for that and he’d already pushed her far enough.

Carefully, he repositioned himself and Jacob’s other arm slithered around her thigh so that he could rub her clit with his other thumb. “Keep going.” He kissed the base of her spine, her ass rubbing against his chest as she moved. With one finger enveloped by her sex, the others gently teased her outer lips, fondling and stroking them. He could never get over how soft a woman felt between her legs… Silky delicate like a flower. “Enjoy yourself. Come on… Bring yourself to the edge. Show me what you’re made of.”
 
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