Broken Ch. 03

"Now, we're ready," said Alder. He appeared above her head again. His now-naked groin was near her head, and she could feel the heat coming off of his skin. His hard cock pressed against her cheek. "What do you think? Do you like my toy?"

She couldn't answer with her mouth full, but he looked at her like he was expecting another answer. She tried her best to nod.

"Good," he said. The next two spider legs touching her stomach sparked and sent her spasming. "We're going to have a fun time tonight. No orders, no punishment, no positions. All you have to do is sit back and relax while I fuck you."

He backed away and she was alone again. "Hang there a while to get warmed up. I'll be with you in a moment."

She didn't have much of a choice in the matter. The machine worked her and shocked her at intervals for a while before he returned. His cock was in her face now, and he turned off the dildo in her mouth. He lifted it up out of the way, and she was able to suck in a few deep breaths before he replaced it with his cock, which was proportional to the rest of his size: maybe one or two inches bigger than Alex, but those two inches made all the difference in the world. He forced himself into her throat with just as much vigor as her other "master".

A few minutes into it, she got an idea of where he was going next, and she realized what she had to do. So instead of sitting back and letting him have his way with her, she began to participate. She let her tongue run around his cock and created suction with her breath and lips. By the increased speed of his thrusts, she could tell he was enjoying it more. After five minutes of him pumping at her throat, he pulled out and set his testicals on her mouth. She held her breath for a few seconds to avoid any smells and sucked on them as well.

"Goddamn!" he said. He removed himself from her mouth, still as hard as a rock, and cupped her cheek with his large hand. "You feel good, sweetheart."

He moved the appendage with the dildo back into her mouth. She opened her lips and it began to pump again, squirting another refreshing mouthful of water into her throat. After the real thing, this was much easier to handle, although her jaw was starting to ache. Another shock sparked through her abdomen, and she realized that he had turned it off while he was in her mouth. She couldn't help but think it was a smart precaution.

The dildo in her ass stopped moving, and then it was sliding out of her painfully. "Lucky you got me all wet down here," he said. "You might get some pleasure after all."

That was what she had been hoping for. With Alex, she managed to achieve an orgasm when he would fuck her ass. Somehow, it just worked for her. She was good at relaxing. The dildo, however, offered her no pleasure, and she wasn't sure how much better Alder's cock would fair.

"Nice and easy," he said, sliding into her. She groaned in pain as he began pumping between her legs. As much as it hurt at first, she couldn't help but notice the pleasure beginning to build. His pelvis was grazing her vagina with every stroke, stimulating her more than anything else. Then the sparks shocked her nipples, and she felt the first hint of an orgasm.

She needed to ask for it, but she couldn't speak. Through the dildo, she went through the tones of "Please, Master, may I come?"

He seemed to realize she wasn't simply groaning. "What's that, sweetheart?" He doubled his efforts as he spoke. Her answer didn't matter, since the orgasm came on and wracked her body. She seized in her harnesses and felt her ass and vagina contracting. He slapped her thigh and moved faster. "Is that a climax I feel?" He slapped her again. "You need my permission to do that. Even with your mouth full."

If he removed the dildo from her mouth again for more than a second, she would beg his forgiveness, but for now, she enjoyed the pleasure and ignored him. He lasted a long time despite fucking her mouth first, taking at least ten minutes to finish inside of her. She had lost track of time by the time he pulled out and replaced the dildo in her ass. By that time, the shocks had numbed her skin, and her jaw was so tired that she thought it was going to lock. He ran a hand along her side, sending a shiver down her spine.

"Like I said, there are no punishments tonight," said Alder. "But you know what you did wrong, don't you, sweetheart?" She nodded with the dildo in her mouth. He removed it a few seconds later, and she thought he was going in for a second round with her mouth. Instead, he held his half-hard cock above her lips. "Clean it."

She stretched her neck and licked his cock as best she could. By the time he was satisfied, he was hard again. He replaced the dildo in her mouth and returned to her ass, fucking her again. They repeated this process once more, and just when she was starting to wonder how many rounds he could go, he announced that he was done.

"You're a wonder, sweetheart," he said. "Beautiful, fuckable, talented. Smart. I might just have to buy you. But, for now, I'm spent. Time for bed."

She almost breathed a sigh of relief. It would be so nice to be removed from the contraption. She was longing for a bed, even if she had to share it with him, which she suspected she might. He appeared overhead and seemed to be fiddling with the appendages, but he didn't turn them off or remove them. The dildos did stop pumping, but they were still fixed in her mouth and ass, vibrating.

"I've just set it on easy mode," he said. "It should be easier for you to spend the night like that. Maybe someday you'll be able to handle the regular function."

When it dawned on her what was going to happen, she panicked. She looked up at him and pleaded with her eyes, but he kept on smiling and cupped her cheek. A shock went through her abdomen and her eyes squeezed shut. "I love that look on your face, sweetheart," he said. "Enjoy."

With that, he left her. Soon after, the lights switched off, leaving her in pure darkness. The sensations in her body seemed to heighten. The pain grew worse until she could barely stand it. Some time in the night, maybe an hour later, maybe only a few minutes later, she began to scream, though the sound was muffled.

The night passed in that manner. Her mind was drifting into various states of consciousness. Every time she thought the release of sleep was about to fall upon her, the sparks flew from the spider legs or water squirted out of the dildo in her mouth and woke her again. The pain and discomfort kept her awake, but something else kept her sane. In her mind's eye, she saw Alder, Alex, Caleb, the testers, the managers, the washers, all of the men she had seen in the compound. They were standing in the middle of a wide open space, a field of grass, and she approached them. As she passed through them, their bodies were replaced by piles of torn limbs and flesh, spilled guts and blood, all of it charred with fire. Pain, real pain, was coming for them.

She had to remember the pain. She couldn't disassociate, go somewhere safe. She had to remember what they had done to her and what she was going to do to them. The pain and the anger gave her hope, gave her a sense of self they could never take away. All she had to do was keep up the act and wait. Some time in the middle of the night, her screaming turned to laughter, though anyone listening in wouldn't have been able to hear the difference.

The next thing she knew the lights were on and blinding her. She screwed her eyes shut and wriggled in the contraption, now fully awake again.

"Good morning," said the deep voice of William Alder. The dildo in her ass stopped moving and was soon removed. The pain in her anus redoubled, and she screamed through the dildo in her mouth.

He hushed her while removing the spider legs curled up and the shocks stopped. His hand ran up her stomach and over one breast. "You did well, but no screaming," he said. "I can't stand screaming."

She didn't believe him, but she wasn't about to argue. He removed the dildo from her mouth and a long string of spit stretched from her slack lip to the tip. "Did you enjoy yourself?" he asked.

"Yes, Master," she said. The squirts of water had kept her throat nice and hydrated, so her voice wasn't as dry as she had expected, but it was weak from all the shouting. Her nightlong torture couldn't make her falter in her act, even if that was his intention. She shut her eyes and felt the relief from pain.

"Good," he said. "Maybe I'll commission you from Alex once a week until I make a decision about buying you. We'll have more fun."

"Yes, Master," she repeated mechanically. The contraption started to lower, and she was expected to support herself. Her legs, however, seemed to have stopped working. She collapsed onto the ground and fell onto her side. She was half-asleep as he removed the loops from her body. Then she was weightless, lifted into the air and floating. He was carrying her, and then she was set down on something soft and velvety, her head resting on something firm and wide. She opened her eyes a crack and saw his knee before her eyes. So she was on his leg, probably on the sofa.

"Are you awake, sweetheart?" he asked.

"Yes, Master," she mumbled.

"Don't fall asleep just yet." He was stroking her hair gently. "I want one more song from you. Your choice."

He wanted her to sing after all that? She could tell she was able to sing, despite screaming all night. But it was her choice, and that offered even more problems. What on earth could she sing after that horrific night? The rage inside her made the choice for her.

"At first I was afraid, I was petrified," she croaked. His hand paused in the middle of stroking her hair. "Kept thinking I could never live without you by my side." Her voice grew in volume with each passing lyric, until she reached a notch below her fullest, healthiest voice. "But then I spent so many nights just thinking how you did me wrong, and I grew strong, and I learned how to get along. So now you're back, from outer space. I just walked in to find you here with that sad look upon your face, I should have changed that stupid lock, I should have made you leave your key. I should have known in just one second, you'd be back to bother me. Alright now go, walk out the door, just turn around now, cause you're not welcome anymore. Weren't you the one who tried to break me with goodbye? Did you think I'd crumble? Did you think I'd lay down and die? Oh no, not I. I will survive. Oh as long as I know how to love I know I'll stay alive. I've got all my life to live, and I've got all my love to give. I will survive. I will survive..."

She trailed off, and the sound evaporated into silence. She couldn't sing anymore. She couldn't even open her eyes. As she fell asleep she remembered two things: the sound of deep, booming laughter, cruel and horrible, and a soft touch running through her hair.

When she woke up again, William Alder was shaking her shoulder, telling her to go with Alex, who had just arrived to pick her up. Just one look at him, and she could see the concern in his eyes. She assumed she looked pathetic enough to convince him that she was broken, which would put him off his guard.

The pain in her rear was almost enough to make her cringe, but she walked over to him without a reaction or a peep coming out of her mouth. He said goodbye to Alder and led her downstairs. When he asked her to suck his cock, she became eager, but he was kind enough to leave her be with some food and a warm blanket. As soon as he was gone, she drifted into a deep, easy sleep, comforted by her fantasies of vengeance.

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Alex was asked to eat with Alder in his private room, so in the evening he made his way upstairs again. The table was set with porterhouse steaks, mashed potatoes, green beans, the works. Alder was by the liquor cabinet uncorking a bottle of red. "Take a seat," he said.

Alex sat and waited for his host. Alder poured him a glass and sat across from him. "I'm happy with the girl," he said. "I haven't been able to get her out of my mind all day. I keep watching the video over and over again."

"I'm glad you like her," said Alex. "She's taken up a lot of my time."

"Why did you take her on?" asked Alder.

"She's not dumb, Will," he said. "Not like some of these other girls. Until this morning, I never saw real submission from her. I just didn't think any of the younger guys could handle her."

Alder smiled. "It's funny," he said. "While I was with her she seemed like the most obedient little thing I'd ever come across. Then at the end, when I was done with her, I asked her to sing one last song. Something of her choice."

Fuck. "What did she choose?" asked Alex.

Alder started chuckling. " "I Will Survive"," he said.

""I Will Survive"?" Alex repeated. The little idiot was baiting Alder of all people?

"Gloria Gaynor," said Alder. "You know it."

"I'll punish her later," said Alex.

"Don't bother," said Alder. "I gave her the choice, after all. Plus, the context of the song is misleading. I'll be taking her once a week until you think she's fit to be sold. If I don't buy her myself. How's the steak?"

Alex had eaten a few bites, but in the heat of conversation, he had barely tasted the meat. "It's good. Did you make it?"

Alder nodded. "I'm trying this new thing: sous vide."

They talked about cooking for a while and then Alder asked about the accounts and some recent sales. Most of the discussion was on business and settled back on the girl at the end. "How much does the virginity thing add, Will?" asked Alex. "For the girl?"

"Probably a hundred grand," said Alder. "Do you want to buy it for yourself?"

"I'd have to go twenty over that right?"

"For a friend and coworker, fifteen," said Alder with a grin. "But again, it depends on what I decide. Unless, you don't think I can handle her?" he asked as a joke. They both knew that Alder was the best in the business of training.

Alex shrugged. "You know how to keep them," he said. "It's your choice. But I would like to get a chance to bid on her if you let her go."

"Of course," said Alder. "What are you up to tonight?"

"Training," he said. "Although, I'll have to stick to her mouth after what you did to her ass last night." He said it with a false grin. In fact, he had no intention of touching her that evening.

Alder laughed. "I couldn't resist. I'll use more lubricant next time."

Alex left dinner feeling full and sluggish. He stopped on the way to the girl's room to get her dinner and retrieve a box with a surprise inside. She was still sleeping when he entered, snoring loudly beneath the blanket he had left her. He flicked on the overhead lights, but she didn't wake. He sat beside her and lay a gentle hand on her arm.

"Genevieve," he said. "Wake up."

She sighed and shifted in her sleep. For a second, she smile and said, "Mike?" in a soft, loving voice.

Someone from her past? He didn't want that fantasy to take hold. "Not exactly," he said. "Wake up."

Her smile disappeared as he spoke. She opened her eyes and looked up at him. Then she sat up and tried to scramble to the floor. "Forgive me, Master," she said. "I didn't hear you enter."

He pushed her back to sit on the bed. "Settle down," he said. "I told you you could sleep. And I meant it. Relax and eat dinner."

He handed her the plate and the plastic spoon to eat it with, and she tucked in quickly. He watched her eat in silence for a while, but he could not resist bringing up her moment of misbehavior. "Mr. Alder told me what you sang for him," he said.

Her head shot up, and he saw the fear in her eyes. "Master, I'm so sorry," she began.

Alex cut her off with a look. "Why did you do it?" he asked.

She looked as if she were about to start crying as she answered. "Master," she said. "I'm sorry. I was in so much pain. I went crazy, Master. I didn't mean anything by it. I only wanted to come back to you. To make him think I wasn't ready, so I would be given back to you, Master."

"What?" he asked. He had not expected this. He would never admit that he was immensely pleased.

"Forgive me, Master," she said. "Please. I only wanted to stay with you."

"You wanted to make him think you weren't ready," he repeated.

She looked away, knowing she was in trouble. "He said he might want to buy me for himself, Master," she said. "So I wanted to make him think I wasn't ready, so you would take me back."

A month ago, he would have known without looking at her that it was a lie. Now, he could hear it in her voice, see it in her body language and her face. She was telling the truth. She wanted to stay with him.

"What about another buyer?" he asked. "Someone as gentle as me?"

He saw the look of hurt in her eyes. "If you don't want me, Master," she said. "I only thought..." she slammed her mouth shut.

"Continue," he said.

"I thought you might buy me, Master," she said.

He smiled. "My little songbird," he said. "You're nothing more than a job for me. And if Mr. Alder wants you, you're going to him. He is the boss, after all."

She bowed her head to his will. "Yes, Master."

"You will never act defiant, genuine or not," he said. "And next time you do, I will punish you. Mr. Alder has decided to be merciful and let it slide. You should be grateful to him and happy if he decides to purchase you. Until a decision has been made, he's asked for you once a week."

"Yes, Master," she said. "I'm sorry."

"I forgive you," he said. "Finish your food. Then we're going to play a game."

She ate while he set up the chessboard on the nightstand. Her eyes grew wide at he sight. "I'm a fan of chess," he said. "But no one around here really plays. I thought you might."

She met his eyes. Hers were brown, the color of dark amber. They looked at him with a great amount of pain, but also gratitude. "I used to, Master," she said.

"What color do you prefer?" he asked.

"Black," she said.

He moved first, and then her mind began working. He watched her expression during every one of her moves, and what he saw pleased him. Her humanity had returned, but it was only geared towards the game. She was playing because he asked her to, and she was going to do it to the best of her ability. When they were done, her mind would switch off, and she would return to her previous state; the one where she wanted to be his.

He had her cornered towards the end of the game. His rook and bishop were about to take her queen, and one of his pawns was about to take her last remaining rook. After that, he would win easily. The game had taken an hour, but he was disappointed that it was about to end so easily. Then on her next turn, she moved her last remaining bishop down the board into an attack position. She looked up at him, and he saw a worried expression. "Checkmate, Master," she said.

He looked down at the board. "What?" he asked. He had no idea how it had happened. Yes, her bishop was bearing down on his king, but it couldn't be so simple. Then he saw it. She had set a trap for him. She had wanted him to go after her queen. It would get his rook out of the way, and then her bishop would be in position to finish the attack on his king. The only places he could move it were in line with the her rook, her knight, and her queen, which he could no longer take. He couldn't even block the path of her bishop without exposing his king to one of her other pieces.

He looked back up at her and saw fear in her eyes. She was afraid that he would punish her for beating him. "That was an excellent game," he said. "I can honestly say I didn't think you would win. And you don't have to worry about me being a sore loser. I enjoy a good challenge. That's why I took you on."

Her smile reappeared. "Thank you, Master," she said. She leaned forward over the board. "Master, may I kiss you?"