Free Sampel from "Breaking in: A to F" 2024 Edition by Simon Grail

 

From: Breaking in Amanda..

 

Amanda knelt on her hands and knees in the middle of a room with a padded floor and no furniture. Chipping was outside watching her progress through more CCTV cameras. Above her head an electric cable on a sprung swivel arm hung from the ceiling. Its end was plugged into her anus with a pear-shaped fitting buried within her rectum beyond her sphincter that Chipping had expanded with a hex key so that she could not pull it out. It was studded with silver contacts which stabbed her with electric needles if she made a mistake or did not keep working.

A heavy metal weight in the shape of an inverted T hung from the front ring of her collar. The inside of its horizontal bar bristle with long spikes which hung at the level of her breasts. As she shuffled about both it and they swung and bobbed and heaved. The spikes stabbed painfully into her breasts and hard nipples, acting as a constant reminder of how much more it would hurt if she dared to try to stand upright. In here you belong on your hands and knees, it told her.

A second weight hung from her pussy lips to make her task that little bit more humiliating and painful. It was a spiked ball clipped to her inner labia that bounced and bobbed to and fro as she shuffled about, stabbing her thighs and teasing her sex lips with its constant jerks and twists.

Piled up in the centre of the room about Amanda were a few hundred pocket files of all colours randomly arrange in stacks. About the walls of the room were fifty file trays each with the names of different accounts on them. Amanda's job was simply to sort the folders out into the right trays. She had to do this as quickly as possible. The plug in her rectum gave her a shock every five seconds which grew slowly but steadily more intense as time went on.

Amanda sweated as she sorted the files and shuffled across the floor to put them in their proper trays. Repeatedly her progress was interrupted as she winced from a shock up her backside or from where the hanging bar had stabbed her breasts particularly deeply, or where her pussy weight had tweaked her labia especially sharply. She began to yelp and snivel but that did not save her from pain. She had to wipe the sweat and tears from her eyes to see where next file belonged and keep on going.

Soon the rubber floor was crisscrossed with splash marks where she dribbled on it as she shuffled desperately to and fro. They were of sweat and tears and a few spots of red from her spiked breasts. That would have been alarming enough but there are also mingled with them splashes of her pussy juices. Her thighs were shiny with her discharge and it even dripped off her pussy weight. Although she hated it she could not help but become aroused. There was something about being exposed and used like this which was perversely exciting.

And yet she knew it was wrong and criminal and however bad a secretary she had been there was no possible justification for treating her like this. It was only because Oliver Northwood had money and power that he could arrange it. Was that thought exciting as well?

The shocks were getting more intense but the stacks of unsorted folders were diminishing. Now every time she was shocked she shrieked aloud but grimly she continued to carry the folders to their trays. She began putting them in her mouth to leave both her cuffed hands free for propelling herself across the floor as rapidly as possible. Of course that was also a humiliating thing to have to do as it made her look even more like a dog, but she did not care. She had to get this done before the shocks became unbearable and she fainted, or else her pussy exploded, which seemed impossibly to be a very real likelihood.

She could feel her lustful juices filling her loins eager to escape but penned in by the pain in her pussy lips.

Now she had the last file in her teeth as she shuffled across to the far corner of the room. The T-bar smacked against her breasts and her pussy weight ground against her thighs but they did not stop her. The plug in her bottom stabbed her with electric needles that she could swear stuck out through her sweaty bottom cheeks and skewered her clitoris from within.

With a shriek she dropped the file into the tray even as she felt a stream of water spurting out of her urethra. Then it mingled with an ejaculation of her orgasmic juices as she was overwhelmed by a terrible, shattering release of tension mingled with triumph.

'Your second lesson is completed, Ms Watson,' Chipping said.

 

From: Breaking In Belinda...

 

Leather met flesh with a crisp crack and Belinda screamed about her gag bar as saliva dribbling out of the corners of her mouth. The lash stung and burned and felt as if he was ripping through her flesh! Her firm resilient breasts flattened and then sprang back up again, simmering and going pink as they did so. She felt her nipples throbbing hard. The pain ripped through her and sang in her brain. She had never known anything like it before.

Again and again the lash cracked, striking her defenceless mammary glands from every direction. As they bounced about with each blow, his stiff cock bobbed before him in dreadful anticipation, while her eyes filled with tears and they dripped from her cheeks onto her heaving, shivering breasts, now a blazing a shocking pink.

'I'll stop beating you when you beg for me to screw you,' Dexter told her.

Desperately, blinking away her tears, Belinda nodded and screeched frantically about her gag. Yes, yes... anything but this terrible pain.

'What, you'd like me to screw you?' Dexter asked.

Belinda nodded again and tried to say: Yes, yes...

'What, up here?' and he swung the lash up between her spread legs so that it smacked into the pouting cleft of her sex mouth. A couple of the thongs tore into her cleft and rasped across her clitoris.

Belinda's eyes bulged and she tried to bite through her gag bar. It felt as if the delicate flesh of her vulva was being flayed off!

As the lash tore on up across her lower belly, ripping out a few pubic hairs on the way, a stream of intimate water hissed from between her simmering sex lips onto the rubber floor between her spread ankles.

Dexter stepped quickly aside to avoid the splashes and laughed at her embarrassing display. 'Even the proudest ones end up wetting themselves in the end,' he said with satisfaction.

Acute shame burned on Belinda's cheeks, adding to their tear-streaked flush, as a new dimension of despair compounded her suffering. It was the worst thing that ever happened to her...

As the stream became drips Dexter said, 'Now I believe you've got something to tell me about screwing...' and he pulled the gag bit out of her mouth.

Humiliating and pathetic words tumbled out of Belinda's lips before she could stop them. 'Please screw me... yes... I want you to screw me... don't beat me any more... I'll be good I will...' Did she really mean them? At that moment she was not sure. All she knew was she would do anything to stop the pain.

He cupped her burning pussy in his palm and slid a finger up into her, making her whimper. 'Will you be nice and juicy for me?' he asked.

'Yes... I'll be juicy...' she promised.

'Call me Master,' he told her.

'Yes, Master I'll be juicy for you...'

'Hot and juicy.'

'Hot and juicy, Master...'

'Tight, hot and juicy.'

'Tight, hot and juicy, Master,' Belinda agreed wretchedly.

He pulled his finger out and held it up for inspection. It was slippery with her juices. As she stared at it in horror he said, 'I think I'm going to have a lot of fun with you...'

 

From: Breaking in Charity...

 

The gaming resumed for half an hour while Charity was taken off the frame and allowed to recover. Then, cuffed and collared and with her RA cap on once more, Tanner led her around the room. It would have been shameful and terrifying enough to simply do this naked, but Tanner had added a further humiliation.

The hollow plastic handle of her collecting box was now stuffed up inside her slippery, aching pussy, making her smooth shaven lower belly bulge with its frightening internal presence, while the box itself jutted out and downwards from between her thighs, the narrow, recessed slot in its top keeping the money inside. It compelled her to waddle as she moved so that she didn't stir it with her thighs and move it within her any more than she could help. Even then to her shame she felt her juices trickling about its unnatural presence. How could such an awful thing excite her so much?

But even this was surpassed by the printed notice pasted onto a piece of card that Tanner had hung about her neck. It read: KISS £5, TIT SQUEEZE £10, BUM SMACK £15. He had put a price on her body and its defilement.

'People like playing with a pretty, helpless woman,' Tanner said. 'It makes them feel superior. So don't try to be brave. Cry and let your shame and humiliation show. The more openly you suffer the more they'll pay...'

In this manner Tanner led Charity around the room by her collar and leash with her shameful sign hung about her neck and her collecting box wagging obscenely before her with each roll of her hips, visiting every table in turn.

And the men leered at her covetously, not even trying to hide their carnal thoughts. They chose a humiliation from the list and paid their money, stuffing their notes up into her pussy collecting box, delighting in twisting and pushing at it as they did so to add to her suffering. And then they pulled her gag ball out and made her kiss them and she could taste the drink on their lips and she felt sick.

A couple of times men they paid for their female companions to kiss her instead. This disgusted and frightened Charity even more. She had never kissed women like this and it felt even more sinful. It did not help that they were both pretty in a tawdry way. One was reluctant and seemed to be doing it only because she had been told, while the other was unexpectedly passionate. Charity felt her nipples standing up through the thin fabric over dressed as they flattened against her own bare breasts. Was she a lesbian?

For a little more money they bought the right to paw and squeeze at her breasts, twisting and pinching her nipples, delighting in stretching them out until she whimpered and her eyes filled with tears and then letting them snap back. Soon her breasts ached and her nipples felt bruised, but they did not show any mercy. She was there to suffer.

 

From: Breaking in Deborah...

 

Blue and Green again took up their spanking paddles while Red held the camera ready to record this fresh indignity they were going to inflict on Deborah.

'Hold on,' Blue said, 'these paddles are too tame. 'We've got make it hurt her more so she really suffers. I got an idea...'

He slipped out of the barn door and was gone a minute. When he came back he held a couple of sprigs of holy in his hand. Using a reel of repair tape which had been left in the box he taped them over the ends of the paddle blades.

He gave them an experimental swish through the air. 'Now that she's really going to feel!' he said. Deborah goggled at this modified paddle in horror. What would it feel like to have her bottom beaten by holly leaves? And then it got even worse...

'What about if I stand in front of her and smack her tits while you see to her backside?' Green suggested, getting into position and laying his paddle across the upper slopes of Deborah's painfully uplifted, bulging and stretched breasts.

'That'll look good,' Red said, framing the composition they made on the camera.

As he stood there Deborah saw that a bulge was growing once more in the crotch of his jeans. The prospect of inflicting sadomasochistic punishment on a naked helpless woman was arousing him once again. The only thing sicker than that was the fact that woman herself getting excited... which of course she was. This was insane!

'When we're done can we screw her again?' Green asked.

'Of course,' Blue said, 'Why not?'

Why not, Deborah wondered? Well of course there were arguments against it but none of them seemed to occur to her three kidnappers at this moment. Degrading her was too much fun. They could do anything they wanted with her. She shuddered, sick with anticipation even as she felt her pussy throbbing in anticipation...

'All right... action!' Red said, beginning to record.

Blue and Green swung their holly switches against Deborah's breasts and bottom. The sharp spines swished and smacked into her, jabbing deep into her flesh and delivering a thousand hot pinpricks. She screamed about her gag and bucked against the ropes that bound her to the table and poles. The ones bound about her neck tightened, jerking her head back sharply back. This made her propped breasts heave and wobble, digging the tack tips deeper into their undersides. At the same time Green swiped his holly switch down across them left and right and then full into her poor, throbbing nipples from which the brass weights bobbed and bounced and swung as if her nipples were made of elastic.

Swish, smack, rattle; the brittle holly switches smacked relentlessly into her from front and back. Red moved around the table, capturing image after image of her bulging, incredulous eyes, of her flushed cheeks with tears streaming down them, her reddened, bobbing buttocks dotted with holly spine pricks and spots and trickles of red, and of course her tormented stretched breasts; also now streaked and pricked and seeping while blazing scarlet with pain.

And then Blue changed the angle of attack of his terrible switch, sending it up between Deborah's spread thighs to smack into her exposed pussy. A hundred spines stabbed into her soft pouting lips. A few slipped into her wet slot and a couple jabbed the straining nub of her clitoris; stabbing her with the most exquisite agony.

'Fantastic!' Red said, capturing her wide-eyed muffled scream of pain and astonishment on camera.

It was too much to bear.

Deborah felt she would burst from revulsion, shame and darkest delight at her own suffering. Such a moment demanded a humiliating gesture but her bladder was virtually empty. So instead Deborah's sheath contracted in masochistic delight and she came wildly, straining against her ropes, digging the tack board deeper into her hot smarting breasts, making her nipple weights swing and bounce and not caring about any of it! And then she fainted again.

 

From: Breaking in Eve

 

The big, polished metal wheel was two metres across and stood upright and apparently unsupported from out of the gleaming stainless-steel trough of water in which it rested. The wheel was all rim and just thick enough to hold itself in shape, without any spokes or hub. The only fittings within it were four sets of steel and rubber cuffs set equidistantly around its inner rim to which Eve's wrists and ankles were secured, holding her spread-eagled and standing upright inside the wheel with her bare feet resting on its inside face. As she was standing in the trough as well her feet were covered almost to her knees.

Matching stainless steel fittings adorned her body.

There was a pair of spiked balls hanging from nipple clips against the heavy swells of the undersides of her breasts. Another larger spiked ball dangled between her inner thighs from a clip pinched about the lips of her inner labia.

Fisher had explained it all to her as he secured her within the wheel. 'There are steadying clamps and guide rails and driving rollers hidden underneath the water. Took a while to get the mechanism right, but it's worth it. It means there's no spokes or supporting axle to get in the way. As you turn you'll be totally accessible from front and back for caning or lashing or just admiring.'

Yes, she felt horribly exposed and was once more trembling in fear. With the removal of her pubic hair she felt that extra bit more naked. There seemed to be no end to Fisher's diabolical ingenuity. She wanted to plead for her cruel ordeal to end, but she knew that was not going to happen until he was ready to let her go... if that moment ever came. In the meantime she had no choice but to play his perverted game.

He had not clamped her tongue again. Perhaps it was to see if she'd learned to keep it in check. Or maybe he was inviting her to give more commentary for his records. The camera on the tripod was focussed upon her again. She now knew that pleas and threats would get her nowhere. All she could do was humour him...

'Yes... it's... it's very clever Sir,' she said humbly. 'I suppose my head goes underwater when the wheel turns?'

'That's the idea, Miss Hilton. Only for ten seconds at the most. You can hold your breath that long. But it will make it that bit more of a challenge not to react underwater when the spiked balls start doing their job...'

He flicked her nipples, making the spiked balls hanging from them bounce against her soft under curves of breast flesh, and then he batted the larger ball dangling between her thighs so that it rebounded from them, making her whimper.

'Yes Sir... they'll hurt me a lot when I'm turning,' she agreed. 'When they do I'll have to make sure I don't breathe in if my head is underwater...' She could hardly believe she was saying such things so calmly! It was as if she was in some Alice in Wonderland bondage fantasy.

'And of course I'll be using the paddle on you,' Fisher reminded her.

He held up a spanking paddle with a long slender spring steel shaft and a rubber blade on its end with fine stainless still studs it.

'Yes of course you will Sir,' Eve said, feeling her nipples throbbing in their clips.

'Do you think a session on this would break the average woman and make her more corporative and ready to please?' Fisher asked.

'Yes I'm sure it would, Sir. It would break me Sir...' She felt her clipped and freshly depilated pussy throbbing and growing slippery in terrible anticipation and realized there was another use it could be put to if she surrendered all thought of pride and self-respect. 'In fact... I'm ready to please you right now, Sir... if you want me...'

 

From: Breaking in Fiona

 

What Fiona had taken to be a simple post in the classroom was now proving to be frighteningly versatile. That afternoon she hung tightly strapped to it upside down with her legs spread wide once more, this time forming a genuine fleshy "Y". Miss Winston sat on the stool before her holding another small plastic box.

'Now I'm going to teach you how to enjoy being degraded and humiliated,' she told her. 'It's something Jake wants you to get used to...'

She opened up the box and showed Fiona, with her head dangling upside down, its contents. It contained a dozen fat, wriggling pink earthworms.

Ignoring Fiona's whimpers and shudders of revulsion, Miss Winston used loops of elastic cord and crocodile clips to clamp and pull back the sore lips of the Fiona's labia, opening up the hidden valley of her vulva. Then she pushed a metal mesh cylinder, like a slender version of the things used to hold seeds in garden birdfeeders, into her vagina to hold it open. Then she tipped the worms into her fleshy gash. She had a little pliant clear plastic cup that she placed over Fiona's gaping cleft, sliding it into the furrow between her inner and outer labia so that the worms could not escape. After exploring the arching sides of their confining cup, they turned to investigate the depths of their new prison, seeking wetness and warmth out of the light...

Fiona squirmed and strained in her straps in horror as she felt the slimy things wriggling about in her cleft and exploring the hot wet slippery shaft of her vagina. She tried to squeeze her sheath tight to keep them out, but the mesh cylinder held it invitingly open. She sobbed and cried, the tears running up into her brows and her dangling hair. Miss Winston sat down on the stool again and peered into Fiona's flushed and desperate face.

'They don't actually hurt of course and they are perfectly clean so they won't do you any harm, but it feels so revolting have them wriggling about inside you, doesn't it? A woman is frightened of that kind of penetration. You imagine they are going to take up residence inside you and lay eggs, or whatever it is that earthworms do. Better a nice hard cock anytime. How long do you think you could put up with them in your pussy?'

Fiona shook her head frantically, her cheeks flushed and her neck muscles taut, straining to speak about her gag. No, she couldn't stand it at all, not for another second. She felt them wriggling about the straining nub of her clitoris which was responding helplessly to the tiny tickling rubbing of their little bodies.

Miss Winston stood up again and peered in at the tiny fleshy worm farm she had set up in Fiona's pussy. 'Oh, look, you're getting very wet. That means secretly you're enjoying the feel of them. Of course that might also help keep them out of your vagina. Can you flood them out? But how long do you think you can keep it up? Some of its dribbling out under the rim of the cup already...'

And Fiona could feel her juices running out of her furrow into her pubic bush. It was insane to be so revolted and yet lubricating so heavily at the same time! But then she was being taught how to be humiliated and degraded...

'Would you like me to take them out of you?' Miss Winston asked.

Fiona nodded wildly.

'I will if you tell me how much you want to please me tonight when I sleep with you. Can you do that?

Fiona nodded again.

Miss Winston pulled her gag out.

The desperate words poured out of Fiona in a babble, 'I'll be so good to you, Miss... I'll do anything you want... I'll lick your pussy and tongue you out and you can do anything you like to me... use that that big red dildo again... I liked that... you could put it up my pussy all the way... or up my bottom if you want...' She could feel the worms exploring the depths of her vagina and she clenched her inner muscles to try to squeeze them out, her pink ribbed sheath indenting itself through the gaps in the mesh cylinder that was holding it unnaturally open. But she could not stop them wriggling deeper... 'You can spank me or cane me or do anything you like,' she sobbed. 'Just please God take these worms out of me!'

'Promise on a pussy kiss?' Miss said, suddenly sounding childish and playful.

'Yes... yes whatever, Miss...'

Miss Winston stood and lifted the front of her skirt to expose her bare pudenda. She embraced Fiona's body and the post and pressed it against Fiona's inverted hot face.

Fiona kissed her vulva desperately, smelling lavender water, and burbling, 'I promise, I promise...'

Miss Winston smiled and Fiona knew she had taken another step towards total submission.