Breaking girls

Note: I've re-edited part 1 significantly.

This story is not for kids and not for real.

I'd like to thank any author who may feel like I've ripped 'em off, and everyone who leaves comments, that's the really fun part of posting a story!

Breaking Girls Part 2:

Fucking, shocking, beating, drugging and kissing Lillian.

By Hype

"Wake up bitch, you've got a big day ahead of you"

Philip was standing before a 3x4' metal cage which could have been roomy for the average dog, but for Lillian's bound figure, seemed quite cramped. She'd been stuffed inside while unconscious. She gained consciousness quickly processing her last waking memories and before her eyes could even focus fell into state of panic, trying to get up and smashing her head hard on the 3 1/2 foot high ceiling of her cage.

"Whoa! take it easy girl!"

Phil warned with a mock caring tone as the girl collapsed back down on the cold steel floor of the cage, her head ringing.

She took in her predicament, her jaw was numb from the ball gag stuffed in her mouth, the bracelets on her wrists where linked together with a one foot chain and her ankles had received the same treatment. She reached to her neck feeling the humiliating collar that was now circling it and realized a chain was also attached to it, she looked down and followed it, snaking it's way outside the front of the now opened cage. Phil was holding the other end in a gloved hand:

"Alright girl, come on out."

Her little sister's rapist started pulling at the chain but Lillian wasn't having any of it, pushing herself to the back of the cage. Muffled screams could be heard behind the large ball in her mouth.

"Well I admit I didn't really expect things to be that easy Lili, I did come prepared for some resistance. It really wouldn't be any fun if you didn't fight back just a bit."

He said this while reaching for a modified cattle prod of his own design on the floor beside him. It's handle featured a few knobs to control the intensity of the shock which was delivered through two parallel metal rods a quarter inch in diameter and 1 1/2 feet in length. With it, one could whip, shock or try both. He raised it up to Lillian and presented it.

"This here is a whip-rod. I designed it myself to offer a slave handler maximum efficiency and versatility when dealing with unruly slaves. It's become standard equipment for most of my staff, I've even started shipping them to some of my clients. You'll find it's very effective."

He quickly poked the two metal tips towards the cowering teen, she uselessly tried to stop it with her hands as he pulled the trigger sending a 90%-setting shock through the girl's body. She screamed for no longer than a second before collapsing to the ground, her head landing just outside the cage and into her master's hand. Putting his whip-rod down he reached to Lillian cheek, it was soaked in sweat, he brushed a few strands of hair which had clung to it. She was still shaking from the shock, breathing in short, fast breaths from flared nostrils, her eyes were barely open and saliva was dripping from the side of her gag. She'd never felt pain like this before, her whole body burned, her vision faded-in to a close-up of her aggressor's face who was holding her head up with both hands.

"This is punishment Lillian, you're gonna get a lot of it and it's gonna get worse, but you can help cut down on on the frequency of it. All you have to do is what I or one my associates tell you to do. Do you understand that Lillian?" She wasn't answering. "Do I need to shock you again Lillian or are you gonna answer your master when he asks you a question?"

Lillian didn't need a second shock, in fact the whole experience had terrorized her. She'd barely had time to think since her capture but she was starting to realize how helpless her situation was, she was realizing her sister wasn't around and she was scared. Weakly, she shook her head from side to side and managed a couple of small mewling sounds from beyond the ball in her mouth.

"Nice! You see? You're already learning." Philip said encouragingly as he stroked her cheek with his thumb. "Now you keep at it, get up on all fours like a good girl."

He let her head fall back to the floor, grabbed his whip-rod and the leash as he stood up. She struggled up to shaky hands and knees, still weak from the shock, as he pulled leash up. He enjoyed her slender figure from an overhead view for a few moment as she waited, terrified, starring at the ground, then gently, rested the dual tips of the whip-rod between her shoulder blades. She jumped at the contact fearing another shock but stayed obediently. Slowly, he dragged the rods down her back, all the way down her ass crack. The slave in training was starting to cry, her body was quivering inconsistently, sniffles interrupted heavy breathing and gulping sounds. Philip started a slow, saw-like motion with the rods between her ass-cheeks.

"There-there slave, crying's not gonna do you any good. Just relax and try to concentrate on doing what you're told. Besides, I'll eventually get sick

of it, so breaking that crying habit of yours is in your best interest. Now, let's take a walk."

He started walking towards the only door in the room, a big metallic door for a big concrete room. Lillian was in tow, on hands and knees, convincing herself to wait for an opportune moment to make a run for it. Philip knew exactly what she was thinking, he'd done this a hundred times before, he also knew that with time, pain, humiliation, drugs, rape and in cases such these, forced incest, Lillian's delusions of escape and freedom would wither away like it had for hundreds of other girls before. He came to the door, punched in a ten digit code in the lock's keypad and pushed. The two of them walked slowly into a well-lit corridor, a dozen doors lined each side, the walls where made of white-painted bricks, the floor was carpeted, something Philip had done in order to reduce friction on crawling slaves' knees as there was an aesthetic aspect to sexual slavery. Towards the end of the corridor Lillian could make out two black figures standing with their back to the wall, Philip started pulling her in their direction, she progressively made out more details. They were two skinny black teens, probably a few years older than she was. Like her, they wore nothing but metal, only all their hardware was chrome, creating a sharp contrast with their black skin. Wrist bracelets joined before them with shorter chains, same with the ankles, the collars had been locked tightly to rings in the brick wall forcing both to stand on their tippy toes, calf muscles straining to keep themselves up in order not to choke. Both had large rings through their noses as she'd seen on little Yuko the night before and both also sported large nipple rings which were linked together by a small chain. One of the two was pulling at her collar with both hands trying to relieve some of the pain in her legs. Lillian was horrified.

Phil stopped and faced the two girls then pulled at Lillian's leash so she could face them as well.

"This here is Jasmine and Laurie, they're waiting for some linguistics training, they need to start talking like good nigger slaves; Isn't that right?"

"Yes massa!" Both girls answered in unison without hesitation as they struggled to stay up on the balls of there feet. Then without any warning turned to Jasmine who was grabbing at her collar and brought up his whip with a swift and precise blow to the girl's pussy lips. She let a loud, high-pitched squeal and brought down her hands instinctively to cover her throbbing lips.

"No One told you you could use your hands did they you dumb nigger slave?" Phil asked with a tone as vulgar as his words.

"No Massa!" The poor, crying, black girl answered with an accent that sounded to Lillian like something she'd seen in movies depicting the slavery era in the United States two hundred years ago. He turned to Lillian.

"Niggers don't bring in as much in general, but they're hard workers and generally easy too train. We use them for a lot of the general labour around here. They also make for very loyal prostitutes when trained well." He gave a small tug on her leash. "On we go!"

He continued down the hall and stopped at door marked "BREAKING ROOM V". He punched in his code, opened the door and dragged his new slave inside. This room was much larger than the one she'd slept in, 30 feet wide and 45 feet deep. It's walls were painted a darker grey, the floor was bare concrete and exposed un-frosted light bulbs swung slowly from the ceiling casting shifting shadows to the tune of a few industrial ceiling fans. But eerie lighting and paint colour decisions weren't responsible for the frantic reaction Lillian exhibited, the dozen pieces of furniture and half dozen occupants of the room broke her obedient streak.

The wall to Lillian's left featured video recording equipment, storage units and a couple of vacant beds. Against the wall to her right, three girls, two blonds and one brunette, were kneeling on three of the six circular pedestals which lined it. They never flinched as the door opened. All three were sitting back on their ankles, wrists tied to their ankles but keeping good upright posture, thrusting their breasts forward as if on display, their mouths were pried open by dental retractors, cryptic devices seldom used by dentists nowadays. Their faces disturbed Lillian the most, they were looking straight ahead, with wide eyes, across the room to a sign on the opposite wall which simply read: 'OBEY'

Against the back wall were three of what resembled gynaecological tables, a light bulb hung over each of them, two of which, the middle and right hand chairs, were occupied by squirming figures. From her kneeling position, Lillian had a perfect view of the two girls' cunts and asses. Both had brown tubes inserted into their assholes which snaked their way up between their legs and all the way into their mouths, held firmly there through large ring gags. Unlike Lillian's gag, these had two more straps going up either side their noses, obstructing much of their vision and joining at a metal ring in the back of their heads. The ring had more straps connected to it, one connected to the main strap in the the back of their necks and one looped around the girls' jaws, forcing them tightly shut against the gag. Both girls were secured to the tables identically with leather straps, legs tied at three points in stirrups, more over the hips, below the breasts, above the breasts and around their necks. Their arms where tied to their side with palms facing up.

A third female stood between the two, she wore very a revealing latex nurse uniform that barely covered her ass and featured a built-in ribbed corset that squeezed her waist into an almost grotesque hourglass shape. The beautiful blond stood on steep seven inch see-through platform heels with red straps which matched her little hat's red cross. The 20 year old nurse-slave was busy gently dabbing tears off one of the girls' cheeks as she whispered seemingly soothing words.

Lillian panicked, tried to get up and get out of the room but Philip held tightly on her leash, slamming her back to the ground, then delivering a half-dozen unplugged blows of his whip-rod to her back, ribs and any other limb the poor girl put up to defend herself.

"See how versatile this thing is you dumb bitch!"

Phil delivered one more blow, this time with some juice in it to prove his point. The girl shook, screamed, then moved to a fetal position shaking her head.

"Get back on your hands and knees!" Lillian was still shaking her head. Philip turned to the nurse who'd assumed a subservient position on her knees, with her hands clasped together behind her and her head bowing down. A position that slaves were trained to assume whenever their master or a trainer walked into a room.

"Nurse, I'm gonna need 20 cc's of ketamine stat"

"Yes doctor" The beautiful blond stood up and walked over to one of the shelving units one the left wall and started preparing the solution. Phil turned to Lillian again.

"Jessica was actually studying to be a nurse up until a year and a half ago, we ripped her right out of college and stuck a needle into her arm. Most injections she administers now are on herself,   she's made friends with heroin, and I'm the only doctor she'll listen to since I've got her drugs. Isn't that right Jess?" The latex-clad beauty could clearly be heard clip-clopping towards them on her treacherous heels.

"Yes doctor" She answered with trained enthusiasm while carefully balancing a shiny metal tray on which rested a ketamine-loaded syringe and a couple of alcohol soaked cotton balls.

"Don't worry Lil', judging by the surroundings you where picked up in I'm sure you've heard of Special K before." Phil said this as he grabbed the chain linking her wrist cuffs together and pulled her arms over her head. Meanwhile, nurse Jessica put her tray down on the floor beside the struggling fifteen year old and grabbed the chain linking her ankle cuffs together, pulling her legs straight, effectively stretching the teen onto her back. Then in a surprising show of experience in neutralizing fellow slaves, the junky nurse maneuvered herself to a sitting position on Lillian's lap.

Lillian noticed the track marks on the nurse's arm as it reached for a cotton ball on the tray, then felt the cold of the alcohol on her skin as the nurse sterilized a small area of her abdomen just above her right hip. The nurse put the cotton ball back in the tray and grabbed the syringe. Lillian started struggling again at the sight of it so Phil simply put a hand over her eyes and pushing her head back against the ground.

"Just stay still Lillian, it'll only hurt if you move." And just as he was saying this, his nurse saw an opportunity and jabbed at it. "there you go... All done! That wasn't so bad was it?"

Like most vaccines she'd received, Lillian barely felt a thing. Philip moved his hand away from her eyes and around her jaw, still holding her head down. He moved to look her straight in the eyes, though upside down, she was beautiful. He started rubbing her cheek with his thumb as he addressed her.

"Since nurse Jessica didn't inject the ketamine straight into a vein it's gonna take a few minutes to kick-in, once it does and you're a little more docile, I'll remove your gag. But you better keep quiet or else." He looked up at his nurse. "Nurse, since you're not doing anything, why don't you nibble on our patient's perky little breast."

Jessica leaned over to Lillian's breasts and proceeded to tenderly make out with them. Philip admired the sight for a few minute before leaning over Lillian. Looking at her eyes, he could see her pupils were dilated, a clear sign that the drug was kicking in. In a mocking tone he addressed his patient:

"Are you high Lillian? "

The confused teen nodded. She was indeed feeling the effects of the drug, trying hard to fight it but her environment was already too unnatural to find any kind of foothold on reality. She was having a hard time focusing, her heart felt like it was going beat itself out of her chest and the 20 year old girl dressed in sexy nurse uniform who was licking, sucking and biting her tits wasn't helping.

"I think you're ready honey, I'm gonna take the gag out of your mouth. But remember, slaves only talk when they are told to."

Lillian wasn't completely out of it, she nodded again, as her Master reached around her head and released the straps holding the large plastic ball in her mouth. She emitted a small mewling sound as the ball plopped out of her mouth. Her lips where dried and cracked, Philip remembered that she hadn't drank in quite a while and ordered his nurse to fetch some water and some mouthwash.

"Are you thirsty slave?" Phil asked Lillian as his nurse was coming back.

"Yes" Lillian answered in a weak voice. Her throat was dry and she was having a hard time concentrating but her master wasn't done with her training today.

"Yes what?" Philip felt like he'd said this a thousand times.

"Yes, please" Lillian answered almost instinctively, as though her mom had asked, but it wasn't the answer her Master was looking for.

"You're a slave now Lillian" She was about to start pleading with him but Philip put two fingers over her mouth. "As a slave you will address me as Master is that clear slave?" Lillian's mind was pretty cloudy by now but she still hesitated a few seconds before saying the words.

"Yes, Master" A tear formed in the corner of her eye as she said the word, a part of her knew she was giving in. Phil smiled at her, he loved hearing it every time, a new slave's first utterance of the word 'master'. It never failed to fuck with a girl's head. He wanted to hear more of that breaking voice and continued:

"Good, now I'll ask again, are you thirsty slave?" This time with less hesitation Lillian answered:

-Yes Master.

-Do you want some water?

-Yes Master.

Satisfied, Philip ordered his nurse to give the girl water and then some mouthwash. Meanwhile, he removed the chains attached to the teen's wrist and ankle bracelets then ordered the nurse to go tend to the other horrors of the room. Grabbing the leash again, he pulled his doped-up slave back to her feet. Lillian realized she could barely keep her balance as she struggle back up, the drug was more powerful than she'd realized while lying down. She was pushed towards one of the beds then instructed to sit on her hands at the edge of it. He stood before her, raised her chin up and looked at her pretty face, she had a distant look in her eyes. The ketamine was in full force now, she was barely aware of anything around her. He asked her: "Have you ever had sex before Lillian?"

-No

-No what Lillian?

-...no Master

Philip was getting very horny, the slender teen wasn't gonna be a virgin for much longer he told himself. He moved his thumb up to her lips, traced them, then pushed it into her mouth.

"Suck on my thumb Lillian, like a pacifier." She was too high to think about much now, she was simply doing what she was told. Sucking obediently, looking up at the man before her. Too far gone to resist.

This is going very well, he noted. He sat beside her, putting his free hand around and pulling her against him. She resisted a bit but Philip simply forced his thumb in deeper in her mouth and in a soothing tone, told her to simply keep sucking. She complied and was now leaning against him with her head resting between his shoulder and collar bone. He waited a little while for her to get comfortable with their proximity, his free hand slowly stroking her arm, then her back, and finally her cute little butt.

"You're doing well Lillian." He whispered in hear ear. "This isn't too hard is it? Just keep on being a good little girl and everything'll be just fine."

Next, Phil guided her lips towards his and smoothly switched, his thumb for his tongue, kissing her deeply. His newly freed hand made it's way down, stopping first at her breast for a little fondling then snaking it's way down between her thighs. He massaged the area delicately, knowing that in her drugged state, the little teen might just get wet. She wiggled a little, but didn't put up much of a fight. Soon enough, Phil had a couple of digits up a wet, teen cunt. His make-out session went on for a few more minutes as he repositioned his slave to a lying position on the bed.

"I'm gonna fuck you now Lillian." Philip was getting undressed as he warned her. Lillian barely responded, she could hardly formulate a coherent thought and much less a coherent sentence. Her petite body, splayed on the bed, moved clumsily. "Just like I fucked your sister last night and will again later tonight." These last words managed to get a few mumbled 'no's' out of Lillian just as Philip was bringing his naked form above her.

    

He moved in between her legs and grabbed her hips. Large hands whose digits seemed long enough to wrap themselves around and their meet counterparts lifted her tiny waist onto his erect cock. Slowly, Philip would guide the teen's slim lower torso deep, then would pull himself almost all the way out and repeat, every time going a little deeper into the doped up teen's tight pussy. Though very numb, her body was responding to the stimulation and soon enough, Philip started hearing his new bitch intermittently mewling as a result of his thrusts.

"You're feeling it already aren't you honey?" Philip asked as he let the girl's ass drop back onto the bed, he followed the limp form with his own, achieving the very popular 'missionary' position, one that gave his hands more freedom to continue exploring his new slave. He whispered in her ear: "The more you let go, the easier it'll get. Sex is your only form of entertainment now, learn to embrace it." As he continued his fondling, his left hand played with her breast for a little while before settling back on her waist in order to stabilize his tiny fuck doll for better, more consistent thrust. His right hand grabbed her head from behind and raised it off the mattress, forcing her lips against his. He engaged her in another deep kiss, challenging her tongue with his own as she exhaled rhythmically to his increasingly violent thrusts.

Lillian's state of mind at this point was one of confusion and fear, she was coming down the peak of the drug and starting to become more aware. Her body, though still numb, was reacting positively to something her mind, also very numb, was terrorized by. She weakly tried to pull away to no avail until Phil felt himself reaching the home stretch. At this point he pulled himself out of the girl and sat himself down on her chest, his throbbing cock falling between her perky breast. Her tits weren't huge but with enough force, he managed to squeeze them around his dick and start titty fucking her. She started to focus on world around her, looked to her left and saw the eerie girls staring back at her, still kneeling on their pedestals and still with their mouth pried open by fiendish medical devices. She only got a quick look at them but the image still managed to jog her brain back a bit to the terrifying reality she was in before Philip slapped her face ordered her to look at him as he fucked her chest. She complied, almost happy not to be starring at them anymore, but could not retain a new wave of tears, one that lasted well after Phil pulled her head up by her hair and blew his load into her face and. He threw the girl's head back onto the mattress and locked her collar to a chain that was attached to the head of the bed.

He then got off of her and sat at the edge of the bed, starring across the room at the three brunettes.

"Nurse, get your ass over here."

The blonde bombshell had been kneeling still, she'd finished her tasks and was anxiously awaiting his next orders, hoping to get her fix soon. She hurried to her master who was reaching for his jacket and kneeled before him. He looked down at this once proud, independent, young woman, now shaking on her knees, dressed in her slave-nurse uniform, wondering what she would be forced to do next in order to earn her drug ration. In the last year she'd been forced to do horrible things to some of the younger slaves; raping, beating, drugging, piercing, even defecating on girls who'd barely started getting their periods; Phil had done a great job dehumanizing Jessica, in her current state, force-feeding drugs to helpless 15 year old girls until they became dependent was just another means to getting her own fix and hopefully not getting her pussy whipped. He would often force her to watch videos of her exploits, he'd captured many hours of his slave-nurse violating his new acquisitions. She didn't think much of herself anymore.

"Clean my cock"

The slave knew full well what tools she was allowed to use for task and obediently swallowed her master's cock. As she tended to his limp member, Philip prepared a shot of heroine for her. He grabbed her arm, tied a rubber tube above her elbow, found a vein, and stuck the syringe in. All the while his pathetic slave licked and sucked at his cock. He kept her there for the first ten minutes of her trip, slapping her back reality whenever he felt she was loosing concentration. This was the high point of Jessica's day, even with a dirty cock in her mouth.

"All right that's good, why don't you lean over to splooge face over here and clean her up too."

Phil then crossed to the other side of the room where the three girls knelled still.

He approached the middle one, a 17 year old by the name of Jackie. A month ago, she had left with two friends for a two day rave in northern Minnesota, they'd been missing ever since. She'd been broken. She didn't flinch as Philip aimed his cock into her mouth and started pissing, she immediately started swallowing the urine landing in her mouth as she'd been trained to do. She never even blinked.

He made his way back to Lillian's bed, her face was gleaming from the cleaning job the nurse was administering with her tongue. He started putting his close back on.

“Nurse, once you're done with her face, continue with the rest of her body then strap her onto the chair, give her an enema and shave anything below her neck I've got to go check up on this little slut's sister”

Lillian protested with a small moan, she was still way out of it. Philip walked back to the door, punched in his access code and walked out.