Broken Ch. 05: Jackie's Story

The barren concrete cell felt very cold, both physically and emotionally. Jennifer longed to bend and stretch her neck after being held in tight confinement for so many hours. With her hands now free she reached up behind her neck and head to feel how the device was laced and whether she could untie it. Judging by what she couldn't feel, the ends of the laces were somehow cleverly buried within the stiff nylon collar. She tried pulling on the laces in the middle but that only tightened the collar more in the center.

Why didn't he at least give her a break now that she was back in the cell? She paced back and forth like a caged tiger, working off nervous energy while feeling exhausted at the same time. She took the opportunity while moving about to check for anything that might be a weakness in the room but found nothing. If she had some place comfortable upon which to lie she would probably be sound asleep by now. Lying naked on the cement floor just seemed too cold and dreadful. Besides, she wanted to be awake and on her feet when that asshole returned, not asleep in the prone position.

After what seemed like an eternity, she heard the unmistakable echoing sound of the deadbolts being unlocked followed by the whoosh of air as the heavy door swung inward. She had to turn her entire body to see the doorway and determine who was entering. In sauntered David as arrogant as ever.

"How was your night, Jennifer?" he asked knowing full well that she had spent the night awake. She was pretty sure that he had at least one camera watching into the room and the fact that she probably looked terrible and felt even worse was not lost on him.

"I've had better but lovely place you have here," she replied with contempt in her voice.

"How's the attitude. Are you ready to do as you're told?" he asked, not expecting a positive answer.

"Why don't you take this collar thingy off and we can discuss that," she retorted as she tested his willingness to compromise.

"But it makes you look so sexy and it's good for your posture too from what I understand."

She could see from the expression on his face that he was considering it, perhaps as a gesture of good faith. He was hard to read as his facial expressions were usually stoic and unemotional

"If I do remove it and you do anything other than what I tell you, I will punish you. Do you understand?"

"Of course," she said just to get the collar removed. "I'll be just like your other Stepford women. I promise. We can fuck like rabbits."

He rolled his eyes as he walked to the door and closed it before re-engaging the locks. He wasn't really convinced that she was reformed but he was confident that he could manage her if she tried anything. He walked over to her where she stood facing him, their faces within inches of once another. She saw the smirk as she stared him down. He raised his right hand and swept his finger under her left eye.

"Those bags," he exclaimed. "You look pretty tired, Jennifer. Maybe we can find an activity for you today that involves lying down."

She looked him directly in the eyes, "It would be decent of you if you'd get me a bed or even a friggin' blanket," she said with a scowl on her face.

He ignored her remark as usual. "Turn around and I'll see how you behave when I removed your neck corset. No guarantees that we won't be using this again soon, however. Place the palms of your hands on your outer thighs and be still."

She turned around and stood motionless as she waited to feel his fingers on her neck. Instead, she felt his hands rise up toward her chest and gently cup her breasts. She was startled and recoiled when his cold hands touched her breasts. She brought her hands back down where he commanded, took a deep breath and stood as still as she could. He continued to fondle her breasts, running his fingers with a light touch around her nipples. The sensation caused bumps to rise on her areolas and her nipples hardened more than the cold air had already done. The warmth of his breathing felt good on her shoulder as he moved closer to her back. As much as she wanted to haul off and hit him she retained her composure lest she lose her chance to get rid of the confining collar.

"That's a good girl," he said, almost making her boil over with rage.

The muscles in her entire body tensed as she seethed. She was sure he could feel her body stiffen. He had just called her something that would have got most people flattened onto their backside. David continued to stroke her until she could feel his erect member against her back. He slid his right hand down and away from her body and reached behind her back to open his belt and pants. She heard the zipper and could feel what he was doing so she tried to prepare herself. She wasn't quite sure if she could remain passive for another fucking or if she would defend herself. She remembered the locked door and decided that as repulsive as the thought was, now was not the time or place to have this fight. He roughly moved her forward nearly six feet until she was pressed against a wall before he lifted her and achieved penetration.

He literally banged her against the wall as he thrust into her cunt repeatedly. It couldn't have been more than half a minute before he came and his body stiffened against hers, still pressed against the wall. She had turned her head as much as the corset would allow but her nose and chin were flat against the wall and hurt from the pounding. She could feel his semen running down her right thigh after he withdrew. He was breathing hard as he set her back down. Jennifer was speechless as he immediately began to fiddle with the neck corset.

"I guess I'll take that as a yes to my earlier question<" he said without any further remarks.

He did something to free up the laces and loosened the collar. After he pulled her away from the wall and removed it up and over her head, she rotated her head around in circles and ran her right hand over her stiff neck. Just having the room air sweep over the skin on her neck felt good. Regaining her neck mobility of course was the best part. As she stood enjoying the movement, he was already getting ready for something else. He stood near the door and began to unlock it.

"I think part of your problem my dear is that you have is a basic lack of trust in me. I have something to try to improve on that. When I open the door, I want you to follow me - Two steps back and one to the left. You will address me as Sir too or I will give you a swat with my riding crop every time you neglect to address me properly. Are you clean on that?"

As much as she wanted to defy him and call him, "dave," she obliged and answered, "Yes, Sir,"

"Good, now follow me."

David swung the door open and walked out, stopping at a cabinet in the hallway where he took a leather riding crop out of a drawer. He led her down the hall and then into a large room on the other side of the basement. It looked like a utility and storage room with plastic tubs neatly stacked against one wall. The furnace was on the other side, along with a water tank. It came as a total surprise when she saw dozens of traditional wooden mousetraps set with their steel wire springs and metal latches. In between some of the traps were heavy steel bases with large hooks standing straight up from them. The hooks were about a quarter inch meta, curled like a J-hook.

They were arranged from wall to wall in row after row. The two-inch straight steel parts held by a teetering latch looked cold and frightening, especially in such numbers. At first it just appeared to be a sea of traps scattered about the room. As she gazed in bewilderment she noticed narrow paths between neatly arranged rows of mousetraps that formed a maze. A half dozen of the hooks were scattered among the traps as well. A thick black velvet blindfold was brought down over her eyes from behind as she stared at the spectacle of perhaps a hundred traps. He tied the cloth tightly which made it press against her eyes and held her eyelids closed.

"Oh, two more little things for your pleasure," he said in his sadistically cheerful voice. "I have some beautiful jewelry to clamp onto you. Stand still."

She stopped moving but didn't feel the need to stand at attention or anything too formal. She flinched when she suddenly felt his hand on her left breast. He placed a cold metal clamp over her nipple and then released it to pinch her nipple. She felt the swing of the light chain as he clamped the other end to her right nipple.

"Now another bit of bling for your cunt."

She felt his fingers as they pulled her labia aside to the left and then clamped it with another cold metal clamp. He pulled her right lip outward to clamp the chain between her two lips.

"Jennifer. Get down on your hands and knees now - right here," he instructed her as he lowered her with his large, strong hands on her sides. "The chains will dangle a few inches off the floor. You might find that these get snagged on those hooks if you accidentally wander off course."

The concrete floor felt especially hard on her knees. Using his grip on her body he positioned her just the way he wanted. She had a good idea what he was going to have her do but she still felt a little scared. She could feel her pulse picking up as perspiration formed on her body. David stroked her bare back as he waited for the suspense to build. He clamped his hand onto the back of her neck to hold her from moving very much. He slapped her on the ass which made her jump. He seemed amused by her reaction judging by his snicker.

"All set?" he asked. "I'll let you know when to start. You just keep crawling straight ahead until I give you instructions on when to turn or when to veer to one side or the other. The important thing is you don't want to get your fingers in a trap or..."

SNAP! He kicked one of the traps to set if off. She almost fell to the floor from her current hands and knees position because the sound was so unnerving and startled her. He held onto her heck and laughed at her reaction.

"They are very unforgiving if you're a mouse," he remarked. "Let's start. Begin crawling and I will give you guidance. Keep your hands on the floor and no peeking. Remember, this is all about trust. You do trust me don't you Jennifer? I hope we can avoid those hooks together."

"Yes, of course, Sir," she replied as she moved slowly forward, knowing that she really didn't believed that.

"That's good, keep going. Farther, farther, now stop and make a sharp right turn."

The cement floor felt hard, cold and abrasive on her hands and knees as she pivoted to her right. This is bullshit, she thought to herself. She had a pretty good idea where he was relative to her position. She suddenly reached up to pull the blindfold down from her eyes and stood. She stared at him, standing only about ten feet away and noticed the look of surprise on his face. She charged him, lowering her shoulder as she hit him in the stomach and chest. He was briefly knocked back but retained his balance as he chopped the edge of his right hand onto her neck.

Jennifer fell to her knees but quickly pulled herself back to her feet. He had something in his hand that he pressed into her side before pressing the button. A paralyzing surge of electricity jolted her entire body as he pressed the live stun gun into her side, just beneath her ribcage. She could also hear the unmistakable snapping and buzzing before she lost consciousness briefly. Unable to move she fell on her knees then completely flat on the floor with her muscles jerking with intense spasms. She could feel the light chains on her bare skin. She landed on several mousetraps which didn't really matter except that they had sharp edges that pressed into her flesh. She felt paralyzed and remained unable to move as her entire body ached from the intense muscle contractions that were caused by the sustained high voltage jolt.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he asked in a loud and angry voice. "I know that you were once a prison badass but that crap isn't going to work here! Did they have a hole for uncooperative inmates? Do you want to experience mine?"

She couldn't even speak. Jennifer stared up at him as he leaned over her disabled body. That hurt way more than she ever thought a stun gun would feel. Her muscles were temporarily disabled as she laid curled up on the floor, staring at him. The blindfold remained over her nose and lower face where tears were running from her eyes.

"That was pretty stupid, my little slave," he admonished her. "Now, for me to think about how to punish you just right for that act of indiscretion. I'll have to ponder that for a while. In the meantime, you are still going to finish what we started here. I'll give you fifteen minutes to pull yourself together," he said as he walked over to the door and closed it on his way out.

There was no sound of a deadbolt on the utility room door but she couldn't get up anyway. Jennifer tried to move her limbs and eventually found the ability return, albeit painful. She rolled over and got up on her knees. Her head felt foggy too as she tried to stand. After several tries she was finally able to stumble to her feet with great effort. Her legs felt wobbly as she walked over to the door only to find it locked with just the doorknob. She took in deep breaths as she tried to recover and wondered what had made her do such a foolish thing. She angrily removed the clamps from her body and tossed the chains on the floor near the wall. She chalked it up to her impulsive character and decided that it was a bad learning experience. She'd have to be more clever in the future if she wanted to overpower him. Where was that Kathy? She still wondered whether she could be convinced to assist in overthrowing David the emperor.

The door opened without warning and he was immediately in her face. He pulled the blindfold back into position but found the need to retie it, tighter this time. He also had a pillowcase that he brought up and pulled down over her head to her shoulders. He placed his hands roughly on her sides again and led her over to the maze.

"Put those damn clamps back on! They ought to really sting the second time. Then get down on your knees here," he ordered before he gripped her neck tightly with one hand and bent her down to place her hands back on the floor.

"Start moving again and don't be slow."

He slapped her ass again, only harder this time. She carefully started to crawl wondering whether he might purposely direct her into the traps. Talk about a lack of trust.

"That's right. Move a little ahead now as you continue to turn. Wait, stop turning now and keep going straight."

She continued to crawl cautiously, moving steadily and waiting for his next instruction. This is a stupid game, she thought to herself. The farter she traveled the more tense she felt. Surely she must need to turn soon, she thought. The room isn't that big.

"Keep moving Jennifer. Step up the pace a little," he called to her.

She no sooner had started moving a little faster than he told her to stop.

"Take a hard right turn, from where you are right now. Be careful and swing your feet wide because you are real close on your right hand and foot."

The instructions made her more nervous. How close was she? She grimaced as she slowly and methodically tried her best to do what she thought he wanted her to do. Every movement made her muscles hurt even more than the constant dull ache that she felt throughout her entire body.

"Very good," he complimented her. "Straighten out and keep going.

Her general sense of direction was not good and it made even a ninety degree turn difficult to judge. She could tell that he was standing directly over her now. She had lost all sense of direction and was totally disoriented in the room. She kept crawling as ordered. Her knees starting to ache from the tile floor. SNAP! The sound unnerved her and she jumped. He laughed again as he had set off another trap not too far from her position. The pillowcase removed all temptation to lift the blindfold to get her bearings. She was angry about the earlier confrontation and couldn't get it off her mind. She suddenly felt the wooden base of a mousetrap under her left pinky as she placed her hand onto the floor. She adjusted a little to the right but wondered why he hadn't said anything. Was he going to let her get her fingers into the traps? Another trust buster for the asshole.

"Oops, steer a little to your right," he said after she had already made the correction.

Maybe he was distracted too. She continued, hating every minute of his game. Her mind wandered to what he might come up with for a punishment and shivered because he seemed like he would retaliate big for her attack. She kept moving, making corrections and turns as he guided her. She wasn't really sure what kinds of sadistic things turned him on but based on his no-nonsense personality he was probably into intense things. She shivered again.

"Okay, we're done with the maze," he finally announced. On to bigger and better things," he said in a more cheerful voice than she had heard before. "Stand up NOW where you are."

She arose to her feet with some difficulty. He came to her and pulled the pillowcase from her head. The fresh air felt good on her face and she noticed that breathing was easier too. He unexpectedly touched the back of her head and then untied the blindfold. It took some digging into her scalp with his fingernails as he had tied the knot very tightly. As she thought of revenge she realized that he had not left many loose objects around that she could steal to make into a weapon. She had once proven to be very resourceful at creating makeshift weapons. He finally removed the blindfold and left her standing completely naked except for the tracking collar in the middle of the room. Jennifer noticed that David had some nylon straps with D-rings and Velcro in his left hand.

"Here," he said as he handed them to her. "I want you to strap these securely onto your ankles and wrists."

She looked puzzled as she took them from him.

"Do it NOW," he demanded.

She placed three of them on the floor as she wrapped one around her left wrist and fastened the Velcro. He came over to check it by inserting a finger under the strap and pulling. He undid the Velcro with its ripping sound and re-fastened it with no slack.

"Here, tight like this. Now do the rest," he said as he watched her.

She picked up another and placed it around her left ankle. She pulled it tighter than the first one and secured the closure. Not hearing any more input from him she strapped on the other two the same way.

"Today's next activity will take us outside. It's a beautiful day out there," he remarked as he inserted his finger under her tracking collar and pulled her toward the patio door.

He led her out the walkout door onto a grass-covered courtyard behind the house. The sun was shining brightly and the dew had already dried from the manicured lawn. He looked around for a moment then decided.

"Right here," he pointed at a spot on the grass. "I want you to lay on your back right here with your feet pointed toward the house."

She stared at him and saw the intensity in his eyes, then decided that she better lie down as he ordered. She got down on her knees then methodically lowered herself to lie on her back with her feet facing the house as he directed. She placed her arms over her stomach and kept her legs together. She watched as he walked over to a table on a patio where he picked up some things before returning to her side. As he approached she saw that he had a hammer and some tent stakes. An uneasy feeling filled her empty stomach.

"Spread-eagle, Jennifer. I want those arms held high and those legs spread wide," he directed her as though he were her personal trainer.