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Part 8 - “The Broken”

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This is a fictional dark fantasy story that will contain romance and some vanilla parts to it, but mainly consists of blackmail, rape, slavery, and sexual torture. I don't condone or partake in any of the actions portrayed here.

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***THIS STORY CONTAINS FICTIONAL RAPE, SLAVERY, BLACKMAIL, AND SEXUAL TORTURE. READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.***

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When I woke up the next morning I felt different, and I knew the reason why. It was the fact that somebody had spent the night in my bed with me, for the first time in more than ten years. Soon as I opened my eyes, I saw Alissa looking at me. She was buried under a white duvet I had brought her last night and the dark brown faux fur blanket I always keep in bed. Her face looked so delicate, laying on the soft and gray silk of the pillow, with her black and sleek hair falling softly over it. She looked fine, what was a relief, but her eyes were already connected to mine, full of expectation. Wary.

Without saying a word, I reached for her arm, and pulled her towards me. She scooched over to me, and I turned her over, spooning her nicely. I wrapped my arms around her, pressing her skinny, slender body on mine. When my pelvis made contact with her bottom, she flinched.

“Not intentional. I know it hurts,” I said.

“It does…” She answered in a calm tone. “But it isn’t unbearable anymore.”

“Good. Were you able to sleep the whole night? Or did it bother you, sleeping here with me?”

She sighed, “I slept almost the whole night, as I was exhausted. But I woke up early in the morning, and then I couldn’t sleep anymore. I didn’t have my phone to check what time it was… And I saw you…”

“Was that a bad thing? Seeing me?”

“No. But it made me start thinking… Thinking about what’s going to be of me now…” Alissa said, sounding worried. She was still following my orders, and telling me everything she thought.

I tightened my grip around her, one hand caressing her lower stomach, the other tight on her young breasts, “You know exactly how things are going to be. Just like before, but better. Now you don’t have to worry about anything else in your life. Anything other than satisfying me, which you proved yesterday you would do anything to achieve. You are mine, and I’ll take care of you, my way.”

She closed her little hand over mine, “Will it always be like this now?”

“In what sense?”

“You breaking me, then loving me?”

I couldn’t say if she meant that as a sign of hope, or if dreading the future, but I was honest in my response.

“Yes. But not necessarily in this order. I also love breaking you.”

“Ok… I can’t say I love being broken… But I love satisfying you, and I guess it is the same.”

“So, would you willingly go through something like that again?” I pushed her, I couldn’t resist it. I wanted to know what she expected to come out of this. I wanted to know if she was conscious, if she understood that I actually liked torturing her like that, even though I didn’t plan on damaging her permanently, as I almost did. It wasn’t just about sex anymore. She had woken up that sadist part of me in a way it hadn’t happened before. I had been a dom, early in my life, but I didn’t like the way the women I had actually enjoyed feeling pain, and this is why I stuck with rape, with abuse. Alissa wasn’t only my fuck toy anymore, though. Gradually, she became the perfect target to satiate all those bottled sadistic thoughts.

Her little hand tightened over mine, and I felt her shudder “Whatever you order me to do, I’ll try the best I can… Like I always did. Just, please, don’t be mad at me when I fail…”

I dug my face under her hair, and I kissed her thin neck, “You failing while trying with all you have, like you did yesterday, just makes you even more special.”

It was her first day as a slave in my house, but it was also the day right after I had hurt her badly, almost ripping her little asshole open, so I tried to pamper her a little. I had breakfast made by my cook, and I brought it up to my room, where she was staying for now, and we ate while watching the morning news. I was still a businessman after all, not just a slave owner, so I had to be constantly updated on everything that happened. I wore a black robe and, as I was being extra nice to her, I let her wear one too. But I made sure she wore nothing underneath. She might be hurt, but I still loved to look at or touch her body at any chance I got.

Making small talk with her summed up to asking her questions, while she did the same. Our difference in age was so big that we didn’t have many things in common. The good part was that she was so young that I could teach her whatever I wanted. And soon, when she was feeling better, I could fill up the time by playing with her, training her, using her, just like you’re supposed to entertain yourself while having a slave.

“Do you think they’ll look for me?” She asked while eating half a croissant and looking at the huge screen of the television, attached to the upper corner of my room and over the glass wall that led to the balcony, as if it was floating. Alissa saw a snippet of a police investigation on the news, and that probably sparkled the question.

“They will. Be sure of that. But they deserve what is coming,” I said.

“How do you know?” She asked while putting down the croissant and looking at me.

“Apart from the fact you told me yourself that they didn’t care about you, I also happened to have cameras installed on your parents’ house. I watched your mother telling you things… Not to mention what I know about your father.”

“You had cameras at my house?” She asked in a high-pitched tone, almost angry.

“Yes, I did,” I said while stretching myself on bed, not caring at all if she didn’t like the information. “I started watching your every move the day after we had our first encounter.”

She gaped at me, and I just looked at her sideways, with an eyebrow up.

“Does it make any difference now?” I asked, my tone serious.

“I guess not…” She lowered her voice, and her head, and went back to her croissant.

“If they, by a miracle, get forward with the investigations, I’ll make you write a letter and make them ‘find’ it. One saying that you ran away, or...” I decided not to finish the sentence, but while I thought of something else to say, she completed it.

“...Or I committed suicide,” she said in a sad tone.

“It would be believable, wouldn’t it?” I asked while getting closer to her, crawling over the bed, and hugging her. “That’s not the case anymore. I won’t let you die.”

“Yes… You’ll kill me yourself,” and she chuckled.

I just looked at her, admired. She could make jokes about that. I kissed her on the lips, and I tried to undo the image of me actually killing her in one of my moments, as it was a possibility if I weren’t careful.

I let her see me getting ready for work, putting on my suit - with no tie, I hate ties, fixing my hair, everything. Then, I pulled her to a hug and I kissed her passionately, taking her little feet out of the floor. I told her I would see her at night, and that she needed to rest as much as possible. I had asked Brandon to stay in the house for the day, until I could figure out who would be staying with her in case she needed anything. I had to *********** people that would keep their mouths shut in case they recognized her, as she would be in the news in no time.

“Be good, and don’t worry about anything. If you need anything at all, just call Brandon, he is here for you. If you want to talk to me, text me first and wait for my reply, then you can call me at the same number as always. It is written on a paper I left on my nightstand. Tonight we are going to buy anything you might need online, including a phone, but there will be rules.”

Alissa just nodded. I didn’t tell her that my house had hidden cameras everywhere as well. It would be a good test to know how far I could trust her alone in there.

Before I got to the door, my phone rang. It was the head of my public relations department already warning me about the disappearance of Wozniak’s daughter. I pretended to be surprised, but I also was my usual cold self, asking them to take care of the company image first. He introduced me to the details, everything that had happened so far, and I listened to it intently.

The Wozniaks called the police at midnight, after they had unsuccessfully called her phone countless times and reached out to every hospital we had in the region. The rest was standard procedure. This morning Dave Wozniak notified the company, saying that he would be absent and telling the whole story. Apparently, now, they cared about her. Well, too late. What depended on me, they would never see their daughter again.

I dealt with the whole situation, even making a public statement saying that our thoughts were with the family, and that we would do everything in our power to help find their child. I authorized some funds to be spent on investigation personnel, but I also made sure they were absolutely misguided, as I indicated exactly how they should proceed through my head of security. I monitored every single bit of information I could get my eyes and ears on and, at the same time, I contacted Brandon, and said that we needed to take Ashley out of the picture.

Brandon reached out to some of his friends, ex-special forces, and I trusted him enough to let him deal with the situation. His plan was to actually kidnap her, so I gave him the resources to do it. It was the best course of action, indeed, as if somebody got to Ashley before we did, if she told them what she knew, they would fill the blanks pretty quickly. I authorized the operation he commandeered from my own house, while staying with Alissa, and I allowed him to bring her to my basement. Yes, I had a basement, more of a compound, full “weaponized”, if you know what I mean. It was big enough for him to keep her there for the time being and do whatever he wanted to her. Dammit, he could keep her down there for as long as it took, and I would even be able to join in the fun from time to time. It wouldn’t be like I was with her, and I could always have her moved any time I wanted to bring Alissa there, what would be happening a lot.

All of that happened before 12 noon. When it was around 6PM, Brandon called me saying that the “package was delivered safely,” and asked me if I had instructions. I was very clear to him that he could do whatever he wanted, as long as it didn’t “disrupt operations with the main target,” to which he agreed. It was a late day at work, so I would be getting home around 9PM. Until then, he had to stay put for Alissa. After that, I thought about coming down to the basement to see the action. It would be pretty interesting for sure.

When I finally got home, I already had Alissa waiting for me at the lobby. She was still in her robe, and I knew that. I had been watching her from time to time through the cameras. She roamed almost the entire house, little by little, taking time to rest in between. I also saw her talking to Brandon at least five times, in which he would give her her meds and ask how she was doing. Alissa didn’t get even close to any of the outside doors, or the windows, which made me really satisfied with her behavior. When I pulled her into a tight hug, and kissed her, I noticed she smelled awesomely, and her hair was damp. She had taken a bath to be ready for me when I got home.

“How was your day, sweetheart?”

“It was a good day. I took my time to get to know the house… I hope you don’t mind. I also rested, as you told me to,” she told me almost excitedly.

“Of course you can, and should, know the house better. You live here now. How are you feeling?”

“I’m feeling better. It almost doesn’t hurt anymore, unless when it is time to… You know…” She blushed scarlet.

“Of course,” I said with a smirk.

That’s when Brandon showed up, right when we walked into the big living room, close to the staircases. I just nodded to him “Good job. Go take care of your own life now. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Boss. Miss.” He nodded back at us two, and he was on his way to the double doors.

“Thank you, Brandon.” Alissa said in a sweet tone.

He nodded once more, serious as always, and he was gone.

“He is a nice guy,” she said.

“He is a good employee…” I said, and she looked at me agape, then I added, “but yes, he is also a nice guy. As nice as I am...”

And she looked at me again with her brows up high. I think she got the hint.

Holding her thin waist with one hand, my arm around her, I untied her robe with the other. The comfy robe slipped open, and I took it apart, giving me a good look of her teenage body, which I craved to admire again. Her cheeks blushed instantly, and I thought about how many times this has happened already, and she got used to it. But even though she felt ashamed, she had a cute little smile. Happy to see me so satisfyingly admiring every single detail of her nude front.

I reached for one of her breasts, that round and proudly standing tit, not big, but so fucking perfect. The areola in a tone of pink so light that it merged perfectly with her milky white skin. I took the little nub in between my fingers and I tugged at it. Alissa gasped softly, her eyes ajar.

“I want to get inside of you,” I said out of the blue.

She looked down, apprehensive but coyly, “Where?”

“I’m still being nice to you, so I’ll let you choose.”

She looked at me, and I could sense her getting tense. I knew what she wanted to say, I knew she wanted to ask me to do whatever my wicked brain would enjoy the most. Alissa wanted to be brave and let me fuck her violated little ass again, just to prove that I could, in fact, do whatever I wanted to her, it didn’t matter how painful. But she was terrified. I gave her time to think, and, in the end, she did exactly what I expected. Lucky her, I wouldn’t accept her gift.

Inhaling deeply, shakily, she said, “P-Please, fuck my ass…” and her eyes started getting watery.

How could I not love that girl?

I didn’t say a thing. After tossing my briefcase to the floor, I grabbed her by the hand and took her to the couch. She gasped loudly and trembled all over, but she didn’t say a word. I made her lay over the rug, in front of the couch. I reached for her legs, my hands on the back of her knees, lifting and spreading them open. She shook like a scared little animal, afraid, looking to the side with a hand closed and touching her lips, trying hard not to cry, as she already anticipated the pain she would feel.

I took a peek at her butthole, and it still looked pretty red, but had almost returned to that tiny little entrance it was before. Although, I freed my erection, and I unceremoniously plunged it in her pussy.

Alissa gasped loudly, surprised, then she groaned while arching her back. She propped herself on both hands and looked at me, confused.

“I like your bravery, the way you give yourself to me…” I started pounding her, a little bit more inside of her with each thrust, “But I’ll let you recover first…”

“T-Thank you, M-Master… Huuh!Aagh!” She groaned while looking at me, and even though she didn’t feel ;ile she was prepared for such a sudden invasion, making it a rough entrance, her face was devoid of any reluctance.

I fucked her nicely for quite some time, her slender legs waving in the air, held by my hands, and her skinny body bouncing softly with each thrust. My girl was gripping me as tight as ever, and her young pussy was getting wet as fast as never before. After a while she bit her lip, and Alissa just looked at me with her eyes half closed, beautifully moaning for me. After a while, she laid her head back, and I felt her relax completely, just letting out sweet moans while I moved in and out of her velvety, tight teenage slit. Watching her while playing with her nipples yet again, I let my girl enjoy the pleasure she felt, feeling her love canal getting tighter around me. Her eyes were on mine most of the time, and I could see how tenderly she looked at me, completely away from fear.

“You like it, when I go easy on you, don’t you?” I teased with a low voice.

She nodded shyly, her cheeks blushing, as was her little snub nose, “Uhum…”

“This is for being such a good little girl. You deserve it,” I said, and I saw her tilt her head to the left, looking at me with something that couldn’t be described as anything other than love.

Her insides started to quiver, to pulsate, and I knew she was reaching an orgasm very quickly. I kept a steady pace while trying to reach further inside of her, my cock lightly touching that deepest part of her every time I pushed forward. Always so sensitive, Alissa felt it. But instead of groaning in pain, she started shuddering, what soon became spasming, convulsing, and my girl parted her beautiful plump lips on a blissful silent scream as she came. I kept going in and out of her some more, until she started shivering hard, and I stopped as soon as I felt her orgasm subdue. She just heaved hard, still looking at me, catching her breath.

I laid on top of her, and I kissed her. I found myself surprised with how much I liked just being on top of her while she felt so relaxed, but, being me, I already had plans.

“My love,” I said and she just looked at me curiously. “I want to try something, and it might hurt you. Don’t get used to it, as I may never ask you before I do something to you again. I’m doing this because I said I’d give you time, and I keep my word…”

“Anything,” she said before I could finish.

I smiled, and I got back in between her legs, spread open for me.

I put my hand on her lower belly, a little below where I estimated her womb would be, and I made pressure there. Alissa just looked at me, now starting to look tense, but being the good girl she was, she didn’t ask, or moved, she just bent her knees and spread her legs even further apart for me.

Pushing my hard on inside of her again, making her gasp, her pussy absolutely soaked, I got inside of her slowly and steadily until there was around only two inches out, and I felt the tip of my cock touching that deepest part of her again. She flinched, taking one hand to her mouth, never taking her eyes from mine. Then, I pushed it in a little more. Alissa winced and closed her eyes for a second, gasping afterwards, while I kept my cock in place, pushing against her.

“Does it hurt that bad?” I asked while keeping the pressure, and incredibly, feeling the bulge on the palm of my hand through her almost negative belly.

“M-Master?” She said, taking off her tiny hand from over her mouth for a second.

“Yes?” Her tone alone made me stop, even before she said anything. She wanted to tell me something, and I already knew she was ashamed of whatever it was.

“Before you do this, can I tell you something?” Alissa asked.

I looked at her with curious eyes, and I withdrew from her, laying my throbbing dick onto her lower belly.

“I think I should have told you this before…” She started, and she looked to the side, not able to look me in the eyes. Whatever it was, she was really ashamed of it. “I have a problem down there…” Alissa said, almost a whisper. “This is why it hurts so much when you do this. I should have told you this before, but at the same time I never thought you would care. You probably enjoyed its effects…”

I already had a good idea of what it was by the time she chose to tell me that.

“I have a thing they call a retroverted uterus. My womb is in the wrong position, and lower…” she said, almost crying, her voice shaking.

“Baby girl, you don’t need to feel like this. It doesn’t let me put all of it inside of you without making it painful for you... That’s not exactly a problem, since you know I love hurting you. If I damage you there, we fix it, I give you time, I call a doctor…”

She silently sobbed, then she added, “I can’t have children either.”

Suddenly, everything made sense. It didn’t matter to me, as I never wanted to have children of my own. However, it made complete sense that she felt like telling me that as if it were devastating news because that’s what it was for her. On top of everything she went through with her parents, with her lover, with her “friend”... She also discovered at the start of her life that she probably wouldn’t be able to be a normal woman. Hence the depression, the self-loathing, the way she subconsciously wanted to suffer. She was broken, and that’s what made her so unique. Now, inside her sensitive, romantic head, she was probably letting me know that if our relationship progressed from this, she would never be able to bear me children without a series of complications. I felt sorry for her, but I also felt excited.

“My love,” I said, already imposing the tone for what I was about to say and lowering her shield, “You are perfect for me. This just makes you even more special, now that I know the truth. Now I think you’re with the right person for you. I decided, early on in my life, that I would never have kids. You see, everything is fine. You know I’m a sadist, and you are a girl who feels pain when I fuck you deep… Do you see how perfect it is? If one day, in the distant future, you think you can’t live without having a child, I’ll give it to you. I’ll make it happen. I promise. But right now, you are my slave. Your body is mine, and it is perfect as it is. If something is broken inside of you, it is my problem, not yours. This weight is not yours to carry anymore, as you wouldn’t be able to bear a child anyway if I don’t allow you to, and I won’t. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

Alissa used the back of her hand to wipe out the tears running down her high cheeks, and she nodded.

“Now, ask me to fuck your broken womb until I come,” I ordered her.

Fully exposed, her long and slender legs spread in front of me, her whole delicate body shaking, she said it. “Master, please fuck my broken womb until you come inside of me...” She purred the line with her little voice shaken, filled with a mix of fear and satisfaction.

I inhaled deeply, savoring it, and I plunged it back inside of her tight little entrance, parting its pink lips and, inch after inch, my cock disappeared until only those last couple inches were out. The tip of my member reached the top of her canal and pressed hard against her cervix, making her cringe and her legs shudder, which would happen again and again every time I did so. And I did it many times. I wasn’t thrusting, I was getting there and pushing forward, slowly, steadily. My girl gasped loudly, coughed, and groaned. Her hands were on the rug, to her sides, clawing it, her arms extended in an unconscious attempt to distance herself from the pain, but one of my hands tight on her waist made sure that she didn’t move an inch from where she laid. She looked at the ceiling, violently tilting her head back every time I forced myself towards her womb.

I kept doing it, moving no more than an inch in and out, localizing my efforts there, and it felt amazing the way her already incredibly tight pussy narrowed there, while I could feel the rugged shape of her cervix grazing the top of my cock. After a while she started crying loudly, and she curled forward, with her hands over her mouth, muffling it. “MMMM-MMGHHHH! UUUHH-UHHHHH!” Her eyes narrow, in pain.

“You don’t need to avoid screaming, I like hearing it,” I said.

“I-I’m.. AAUGH! I d-don’t… HUUUUH! I don’t w-want t-tooo b-beg you to sto-oo-op…” She groaned and cried her answer.

“So, do it. Ask me to stop. I won’t,” I said pushing it harder, thrusting it in and against her womb.

Then, for the first time, I saw a pronounced bulge form on her belly, exactly where my member crushed her insides.

“HUAAAAAAAARGH!! N-NOOOOOOO! IT HURTS! IT H-HURTS TOO MUCH MASTER!” Alissa cried desperately, one of her little hands reaching down, open, begging me to stop.

“I’m not stopping, my love. Give in to it.” I said through gritted teeth, lost in the pleasure I felt.

I thrusted it in again, and again, marveled by the view of the place below her navel moving, bulging, every time I pummeled in. I was never so deep inside of her. Alissa jerked back her head in pain, and her arms contorted, her little hands clawing, tense. I had never seen her in such agony. She started coughing in between screams, then coughing in a way I thought she would puke, thick saliva running down her chin and down the sides of her face, dripping to the rug. “UUUUURGH! UUUUUURGH! UUUURGH!”

In what seemed to be me thrusting in as deep as I could virtually reach, Alissa instinctively arched her back, but I pinned her down with the palm of my hand pressing on her solar plexus. I switched the movement and started to thrust all the way in and out, finishing the inward movement by banging hard against her cervix, while she thrashed, her insides spasming, contracting. Having almost my full length going in and out of her, feeling her insides convulsing yet again and dripping from her juices, I felt myself getting ready to come, what I intended to do before she passed out due to the ultimate pain I know she felt. The girl screamed as if I was taking her life with every thrust, every time my hard member seemed to try and pierce through her, its head making a glorious bulge in her stomach.

I began fucking her faster, rougher, her light and skinny body rocking back and forth, and in what seemed to be the most intense orgasm I had had so far in my life, I pressed the tip of my member there, in the furthest part of her broken insides, and I jolted everything I had in the opening of her defective, but oh so enjoyable womb.

I gave myself a minute to rest, just admiring the way she didn’t move, apart from the shudder, and occasional convulsive jerks. “Ah.. Ah… Ahh… Ghh… Ahh…” Both arms and legs spread, limp, she stammered in a broken voice, completely out of her mind, lost. I withdrew my still bulging cock from inside of her vandalized slit, which still clenched tight around me, pulsating. It came out making a puddle of my sperm, some of it pink, spotted red, blood red.

Sighing satisfied, the arousal started to subdue, and the thought of having caused damage to her started to form on my mind again. I stopped it. If I had created fissures on her pussy, on her cervix, I would deal with it. I could do anything, I could put her through anything. If I have to fix her, I will, and then I’ll break her again, and again, I thought. She was mine, and I knew she loved it.

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I slipped the security card on the electronic lock, and the door to the basement slid open. I knew Brandon was there, taking care of my newest acquisition. I walked through the maze like gray halls of my self-designed dungeon and, as I walked through the door of the main room, the one that had the thick peeled wood rafters with chain links perfect for the occasion, I could already hear her screaming. Not pain, not sex, just habitual Ashley.

“It is you, isn’t it!? You motherfucker! You son of a bitch! You kidnapped her and then you came for me!? You fucking old fart!” She yelled from the bottom of her lungs, then buffing like crazy, catching her breath.

I stopped besides Brandon, who stood close to the door, looking at the girl. She had her wrists on a leather cuff that was linked to a chain hanging from one of the rafters. Her petite body was naked, beautifully stretched, her legs forced open by a spreader bar buckled to her ankles. SHe wore a black leather blindfold perfect for her face, covering her eyes but letting us see her expressive and thin red eyebrows. She had earbuds on, something I had asked him to do. I wanted her isolated from the world, apart from what she would feel, at least for now.

“She’s been screaming like this the whole time?” I asked Brandon.

“No. She just started. I went there to put the spreader bar in place, and she began thrashing and saying all this shit about you,” he said with his arms crossed in front of him, his chin propped on one hand, as if he was thinking about how to start with her.

“Do you hear me, you old fuck!” Ashley screamed again.

“Do you still carry that Strikelight?” I asked.

“Always,” he said, and he pulled out the little plastic handle that was both a flashlight and a taser.

“Lower belly,” I said, and Brandon nodded.

He walked all the way towards her, and without touching the girl, he pressed the thing on her flat lower stomach, in the area between her navel and her red lipped teen pussy.

TA-TA-TA-TA-TA-TA-TA

The thing made a loud and sharp repetitive noise.

The girl shrieked and struggled, her electrocuted body contorted beautifully as I grinned. “HUuuUUuuUUuuUURRRRRRGHHH!!!”

The, she started panting, terrified, and we watched while she peed herself, crying.

Brandon looked at me, touching the thing on her belly yet again, ready for my command.

“N-NO! NO! PLEASE N-NO!” She begged desperately in tears.

I gestured to Brandon to remove one of her earbuds, and she wailed just by feeling the touch of his finger.

“This is the least we can, and will, do to you. Are you ready to behave?” I asked her very nicely.

“Y-ES! YES! PLEASE!” She cried with her voice already a little hoarse from screaming.

“Good. Now he is going to fuck you until he gets tired. Think about your behavior while he does it, ok?” I said and gestured to Brandon to put the earplug back. She sobbed, while he did it. “Have fun,” I said.

Brandon just grinned. I decided to stay and watch for a while, as that would be a nice show.

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