Breaking Taylor

"I think she'll like being constantly stimulated. I may just decide to keep her that way." Chris said as they went back to the table and dug around in the box. Horror washed across my face. How could I deal with this twenty four seven? He couldn't be that cruel. I cried against my gag. I was practically dancing with pleasure. I couldn't stand still, but I couldn't stop moving either. The sensations were driving me insane.

"Cut her down." Chris instructed David as he continued to dig in the box. David came to me. He lowered the board, pulling out the dildo. I thought I would scream. He done it so slow I felt every centimeter like it was amplified. He just smiled from ear to ear. I shot him a look that said I was upset. Once the board was removed the locks on my rings pulled at both my nipples and clit. I moaned.

"I am going to bring you to the brink of insanity before I allow you satisfaction." David whispered in my ear as he cut the zip tie holding my wrists. They were still locked together but at least I was free. He made no effort to remove the gag, nor did I. My need was so extreme I wanted him to take me right there. I tried to say something but he shook his head as he lead me across the room to yet another device. The device looked like a weight bench that had been modified. I was afraid to find out what would happen to me on this one. David removed the lock from my wrists then took the gag off.

"Have a drink. You will be on this one for several hours and I won't untie you for water." Chris dictated as he handed me a bottle of the drugged water. I drank it quickly and gave the bottle to David.

"What do you have planned?" I asked as I stood waiting. The plug was causing me to feel pleasure. The locks on my rings sent tingling sensations all over my body. I wanted to reach down and just work myself off but I didn't. They would get too much satisfaction from that.

"Lay on your back on the bench." Chris said as he came over with a handful of padlocks. I didn't move. That rebellious streak was moving through my veins. As much as I needed release I didn't want Chris near me. David forced me down on the bench. I struggled but each motion caused the locks to make my body to respond to the pleasure instead of resisting what David was doing. It was difficult to concentrate. David took my arms and placed them under the bench, securing them to something with a lock. My feet were positioned in a spread eagle, sort of. They were locked to chains hanging from a bar above the bench. Chris put a wide belt around my waist securing my mid section to the bench. I could barely move. I struggled a little and pleasure ripped through me. I knew I wouldn't be able to bear this all the time.

"Once again I will remind you that you are not permitted release until I say so." David breathed into my ear. His breath gave me gooseflesh.

"What are you going to do to me?" I asked slowly, quietly.

"You will suffer this time." Chris stated. The tone of his voice sent ice through me.

"Why? I've done everything you asked. I've cooperated." I objected and started fighting my bonds. I hated the sound of those locks when I moved. They reminded me that I could not get myself loose I was dependant on them to free me.

"Gag and blindfold her." Chris commanded and David did. I shook my head trying to keep him from putting them on. He set the blindfold and began setting the gag.

"Stop. Why are you doing this? I've done what you wanted." I repeated as David slid the gag in place, buckled it shut, cinched the chin strap down and secured it with a lock. The click of that lock sounded so loud in my ears. I felt a strap go across my neck, tighten down and click closed. I couldn't even raise my head. The helplessness of the situation made the torture I was experiencing multiply and I arched my back as much as I could. I moaned and fought the restraints.

"The little stunt you pulled earlier is why I am punishing you." Chris said flatly. "Only I have the keys. So beg David all you want there is nothing he can do." I felt something cold, ice cold, rub against my cheek and I flinched. It traced every inch of my abdomen and toyed with my nipple rings. I struggled and cried.

"Do you remember this?" Chris hissed. I shook my head. "It's the knife I used to kill Marla. I could easily do the same to you. What can you do to stop me?" I panicked. I feared he would actually do it after what I witnessed yesterday. I felt the blade press against my neck, my breast and my vagina. I wanted to beg him. It was frustrating not being able to speak. I felt the tip of the knife enter my vagina and I froze. I had seen what it did to Marla and I didn't want him to cut me.

"Be careful." David yelled from across the room. All of the pleasure that had been driving me was replaced by pure, unadulterated fear. Chris laid the knife on my stomach and pressed his hardness against me. He entered me and I fought with every ounce of energy I had. It didn't stop him. The plug pressed against the wall of my vagina making the experience a little pleasurable. I wanted to reach down and grab the knife, plunge it deep in his chest. Every ounce of my being wanted away from Chris. I was so wrong about these two. It is Chris that I have to fear. I knew that now just as I knew David would not hurt me.

"Taylor, today is the day you will beg me to take you. Today you will not fight me anymore." His speech was broken because his breathing was ragged. He was close but he was slowing. He was going to make this last, make me experience the humiliation as long as he could. I struggled and fought. I pulled on my wrists wishing they would break free. If they did I would have grabbed the knife and sunk it in his chest. I hated him. How did I not see this when we were teenagers? Why did I ever think I loved him? The slight rocking motion pulled at my rings. I screamed. I was afraid they would rip right out. The locks beside my clit held the lips open so the clit was fully exposed. The hair on his groin tickled as he pumped me. The sensations took over, the drug removing any control I thought I had. I moaned in defeat. I lay there until he was done. I felt him take my ankles loose. I tried to kick him. He just forced them to bend and secured them to something on the end of the bench. He put something between my knees that forced my legs open quite uncomfortably. I fought but it did nothing to hinder their progress.

"Now the suffering will begin." Chris said. I lay still waiting for what was coming. The knife was still lying on my stomach. It was removed and I felt something very hot fall onto my breast. It was so hot I was sure it would blister. I screamed against the gag and fought. The next drop hit my nipples. He continued to drip on me until my breasts were entirely covered. It had to be wax because it hardened as it cooled. Where was David? Why wasn't he stopping this? Couldn't he see this was painful? I had no clue that it was David dripping the wax on me.

"She's ready." I heard David say. One of them pressed another dildo to my vagina. I felt it enter and fought. All of my screams were muffled to moans by the gag. This one felt different. It was prickly. The dildo sank into me in one swift push. The quickness of it took my breath. The prickly things sent shivers of extreme pleasure through me and I moaned. I struggled and then felt something sticky pushing against the dildo / vibrator. It was pressed tight, securing the dildo inside of me. It was turned on and I went crazy. I fought the bonds and screamed. I couldn't stop. Each prickly was electrified with the vibration. Every nerve in my vagina was being simultaneously stimulated. I was on overload. I couldn't stop struggling. The movement made the rings torture me further. I was thrashing when I felt someone next to my head. I whimpered and cried but couldn't stop moving.

"This is your punishment. Enjoy. David and I have to run some errands." Chris said as he moved away.

No I tried to scream at him. Please don't leave me alone like this. I struggled hard. I heard footsteps on the stairs, walking away, then silence. I collapsed on the bench. How long would I be like this? I felt the pricklies and wanted to scream. I wanted release, needed it and it was being denied. If I could have I would have worked it off myself. They controlled me, every aspect of me and I hated it. I felt the dildo working away. My vaginal muscles contracted and released trying to push it out, but the tape held it firm. All it could do was move in and out a little. I fought the torment. It was getting more difficult by the second. The restraints made me realize that I could not release myself. It maximized the intensity of this situation.

Lying still became impossible and I screamed with every little movement. The need for release consumed me. It seemed like I had been enduring this for hours. The wetness between my legs increased. I tried to close my legs but whatever was between them denied me. I fought the restraints in frustration. I knew I couldn't hold out much longer. Release would come whether it was allowed or not. I cried. I needed help and there was none. The wetness between my legs increased and part of me was ashamed. How could they have this effect on me? Why did I need it so? Was it all the affect of the drug or somewhere deep inside of me did I truly desire to be so dominated?

At my ripe age of 35 I was far from a novice where sex was concerned. I have six children, that in itself makes a statement. However, I had never experimented with anything bizarre like this. I didn't even know this existed until it happened to me and now I couldn't see how I could live without it. The intense need this created in me made me desire this, desire David to take me to heights I had never reached before. I thought about yesterday and what Chris had done. I realized that Chris had changed into someone I no longer recognized. He was violent, explosive and dangerous. I knew now that I was more terrified of Chris then I ever had been of David. The vibrator worked inside of me and the drug took over my body. Moaning, my thoughts went back to my current situation.

CHAPTER 23

The torture continued for several hours. The wetness of my cleft had completely saturated the tape and was dripping down. My hands were numb from the struggling. My leg muscles hurt from straining against the rod between them. I heard them return, one of them anyway. He was near me, I could hear him breathing. He touched my clit and I cried out. My back arched begging for the touch. The restraints held me firm. He pulled his hand away. I groaned in disappointment. I felt his breath on my neck. It gave me gooseflesh and made my vagina throb, which made me struggle from the pleasure.

"Let go Taylor. Experience this. Stop fighting the pleasure." He whispered. It was David. Relief washed over me. My body wracked with sobs. The need was so great I could no longer fight it. His fingers pinched my clit. I moaned loudly. I still tried to fight it, but was losing rapidly. His fingers gave me no mercy. They pinched, probed and squeezed until the pleasure was all that existed. My body rocked in anticipation. Each movement furthering the torture. Suddenly he pulled his hand away. I screamed in frustration. Any control I had left was gone. My body took over. My hips bucked and I moved against my bonds. All I could do was moan. I knew he was watching. I couldn't stop. My legs tried to close and couldn't. I tried to raise my head and couldn't. Suddenly I felt the warmth of his mouth on my clit and cried against the gag. He stayed there only a moment then he was at my ear again.

"Soon." He said as I felt his fingers probing me. "Why do you fight this?" He asked as he did what I needed and the orgasm was so violent my whole body shook, tensed and I screamed. He did not stop, his fingers kept probing. The dildo kept prickling. The rings kept pulling and I went crazy. My vagina was caught in a continual orgasm. On and on it went. Each movement causing more spasms. David granted no mercy. He took me to heights I never dreamed existed. My body was wet with sweat. My breath came in gasps. I whimpered against the gag. I wished he would stop this. I was exhausted. How could one person have such powerful orgasms? Would it ever fully release?

"Shame on you. I didn't give you permission to release." He said as his fingers moved away from me. I didn't care about having permission. He gave me what I needed and I was grateful. He did not cut me loose. The vibrator was building me up again. I struggled against it. He left me like that and I heard him leave. His footsteps on the stairs told me I was alone in this torture again. My body trembled from the power of the orgasm as the sensations built up again. I couldn't lie still, the pleasure was too much. The more I moved the faster the need built up again. Tears soaked the blindfold as they continued to stream down my face. I must have passed out because when I came to my nightmare had just begun.

They had taken me loose from the bench but I was still blindfolded and gagged. I could hear them moving around the room. The dildo had been removed but not the plug. I wanted to take the gag out but as my fingers traced it I felt the lock holding it secure. I moved my legs a little and it felt good to be free. I started to remove the blindfold and a hand stopped me. It removed the blindfold and helped me sit up. It was David. He unlocked the gag and took it off.

"May I have a drink?" I asked. My mouth was so dry it felt cracked. David brought me a bottle of water. I drank it down thankfully.

"It's about time you came to. It's time to get started." Chris spat as he stood in front of me. David had gone across the room and was preparing things on a table.

"Started?" I said confused. "I thought we'd be finished by now." He tried to take my wrist and I ran from him. Although the room was large there was no escape from him. David came and they cornered me. I fought against them as they pulled me back to the table. Each one took an arm and forced it behind me. I heard the click of the lock and fought the bonds.

"Why do you do this Taylor?" Chris asked.

"Chris please. I need to rest." I said tearfully, knowing I would get none. I saw David with the chastity belt and tried to run again. Chris stopped me.

"When will you learn that I will do what I want to you and there is nothing you can do to stop me?" Chris sang as he took the belt from David. I struggled and backed away. I was forced to stop when I bumped into the bench. David forced me to sit down as I kicked and screamed. He said nothing to me but the look on his face told me that what was about to happen was not going to be pleasant.

"Chris nooo please stop." I begged as David pushed me down on the bench. He held me while Chris inserted the prickly dildo, turned it on and secured the chastity belt with a small lock. No amount of fighting stopped him or even slowed him down. David sat me up so that I was facing Chris.

"This is your punishment for not cooperating." Chris explained as he held the gag and lifted it around my head.

"Punishment? What have I done?" I was beginning to panic. Why was I being punished? All I had done was run from them. I tried to move away so he couldn't get the gag on but David held me firmly in place.

"Maybe this will teach you to stop running from me." Chris said as he forced the gag into my mouth and buckled it shut. A small click let me know he had padlocked it too. I shot a look at David. "Beg him all you want. He will not be able to help you this time. I have the only keys. You will endure this until I feel you have learned your lesson."

"We can do the rest on the bed." David said as he stood me up and led me back to my room. The prickly vibrator was working inside of me. I fought David some as he led me. Each step was pure misery. I felt every prickle on the vibrator. "Get on the bed on your knees, with your back to me." He instructed as he helped me onto the bed. Once I was in position David left. I was alone with Chris.

"Will you say it?" Chris asked as the blindfold went around my head. I shook my head in defiance. He was rough with me, snugging the blindfold so tight the straps dug into my skin. I felt him pull my feet together and fought him. He fastened a lock between them then he fastened my wrists to my ankles with a short length of chain.

"Mppphhhfff." I screamed as I hear something that made my blood run cold. It sounded like tape. I felt it stick to the side of my face and be pulled tight as he wrapped it around my head. It went around and around my mouth. The tape dug at my skin, pulled it.

"Hold still. I don't want to accidentally cover your nose." Chris said as he ripped the tape and smoothed it in place. I struggled and tried to scream but only a moan came out. "Now to make sure that he doesn't help you." He said as I felt the mask going over my head. I went crazy. I screamed, thrashed, but nothing helped. I felt the collar of the mask go tight around my neck and I froze. I didn't want it too tight because then I would have trouble breathing. He pulled it tight into my neck and locked it shut. Each breath was a chore, and took concentration.

"Remember this. I don't care what problems you have. This will not come off until I am damn good and ready." He informed me as he forced me down onto my back and rested my head on a pillow. "And I may not be ready for days." He whispered into my ear as he left me laying there. I heard the door lock and I fought my restraints. I cried against the tape as the vibrator sent ripples through me. The more I struggled the stronger the pleasure. When I tried to hold still it was impossible. My breathing was rapid and rushed. My heart was pounding. I wondered if he would really keep me like this for days. I prayed not because I doubted I could handle an hour of this. I couldn't roll over; all I could do was cause myself more torture.

Time seemed to stand still as every breath was measured against the collar of the mask. My hips rocked in sync with the vibrator no matter how I fought it. The drug had kicked in and made this a little more tolerable. If I pressed my hips into the bed trying to ease the sensations of the vibrator I could feel it pushing against my g spot. If I rose up it rubbed the plug. Nothing gave me the least bit of relief. It also sent vibrations all over the metal of the chastity belt. Each flinch pulled at my nipple rings and clit lip rings. I wondered how much I could endure as I moved against my bonds trying to give myself some relief and gaining none. I moaned and cried. I tried to loosen the tape a bit but it held firm. It felt like I was trying to swallow the ball of the gag. I hated being so helpless. I hated being tortured like this. How long had I stayed like that before David came in? I hadn't heard him. I jumped when I felt someone sit on the bed next to me. He said nothing as he helped me into sitting position. I was sitting on my heels and the pleasure was more than I could stand. My whole body trembled and I tried to scream. I fought against my bonds.

"Shhh." His voice breathed in my ear. I struggled harder. I wanted loose. I could barely breathe. I felt his hands on my upper arms as he positioned himself behind me. His head resting on my shoulder. "Calm down. Take a deep breath. Do you remember what I told you?" What was he talking about? I tried to calm down but it was extremely difficult. I wanted to plead with him to turn me loose. Was Chris telling the truth? Did he have the only keys to this nightmare? What if I couldn't breathe? Would he really let me smother instead of taking the gag off? I panicked. David's hands went up and down my arms gently as he tried to soothe me.

"I can't stop this. I can only help you get some enjoyment." He whispered as I calmed a bit. The vibrator worked inside of me driving me insane. I wanted it out as much as I wanted release. "I do this for your pleasure." He breathed as his fingers found their way through the opening over the clit and probed me. My back arched against him and I tried to protest. It felt amazing. I whimpered against the gag. "Raise your hands. Put them around me." He said. When I tried the locks held firm and I shook my arms against the bonds. He laughed a bit. "It makes it better doesn't it?" He inquired as his fingers hit every hot spot I had. If I could just breathe I could fight this easier, but each breath was work. The collar of the mask pressed tight into my neck. I moaned, it was all I could do.