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BDSM erotica. Fictional characters over 18. Strictly fantasy.
At this point in their training, it's just about overwhelming them with the intensity of pure physical sensations. Wresting away any semblance of self-control or agency. Ripping away the false reality and mistaken belief that they're strong, capable, independent-minded women, and showing them just how vulnerable they are to men who know exactly how to handle them. Reducing them to drooling, howling messes.
They start to learn, during this first stage of their capture, just how much their bodies can take. How much they can bend and stretch, to accommodate all girths and positions. How orgasms can be wrung from them, even under the most unpleasant and uncomfortable duress.
They're kept in the dark, blindfolded or hooded, to encourage docility and increase their dependence on their handlers. Makes them lean into their handlers and strain to listen to their voices, delivering orders.
Vance presses the bulbous head of the vibrator firmly against the girl's pussy. The lips of her sex are spread around the silicone. She's near the end of her rope, he judges, her lovely form finally subsiding from the relentless orgasms that wracked her body during this session. He can feel the muscles in her body finally giving up their tenseness as she turns limp from exhaustion, her head lolling back against his shoulder. The frenzied seizure and shuddering of her body is finally tapering off into the occasional shiver, a fine trembling that makes her tits quiver.
"There you go," he murmurs. "Give it up, beauty."
She's quieted down at last, only whimpering a little as he moves the toy over her cunt, teasing out another orgasm. The climaxes are coming slower now, but he's patient, and experienced. It'll be like this every time for her from now on, for the next stage of her training experiencing the extreme pain of forced orgasms, or the other end of the spectrum relentless teasing and edging. She'll swing back and forth between those two ends, a helpless pendulum.
Vance likes to think about how, right at this moment, she's wishing he would stop. She's thinking she can't possibly come again, that she doesn't want to come again. Climax is too painful.
And yet, the next time she's being handled, she'll wish the opposite. She'll beg the gods to let her come. She might even remember this very moment, when she was experiencing all these painful orgasms, and she wished that they would end. She'd probably be cursing herself for thinking it.
Vance loved fucking with their heads like that.
This was just the first step in this journey to get them to the point where they accepted everything that their Master or Mistress might want to do to them. To come or not to come. It was never going to be up to them, and there was no point wishing for one outcome or the other. They just had to surrender to their fates.
She's stopped pulling her wrists that are attached by cuffs to the spreader bar. Her toes curl as another orgasm rolls through her. She's almost done, he predicts. Fatigue is weighting her body like a blanket.
When she's totally worn out, her body drooping and relaxed, he switches the vibrator off. She doesn't even move. Vance picks her up and lowers her onto the mattress. He grips the spreader bar and raises it, lifting her arms and legs, bending them back to her chest.
He sinks his cock into her convulsing sex. She lies beneath him, still and quiet, just breathing out of her nose in unsteady breaths, as he thrusts inside her. No fight left in her, not today. He twists her sweet nipples, and she doesn't even twitch.
Vance fucks her cunt, deep and hard, until he's ready to come. Then he pulls out and pushes his dick into her ass, already oiled and ready. She jerks a little at that, tensing a bit.
Vance clicks his tongue and repeats, "Hush, beauty. Just take it. Just accept this. I want to come in your gorgeous ass, beauty, and there's nothing you can do to stop me."
Two, three pumps, and he unloads inside the clutch of that dark, tight channel. Afterwards, he hooks the spreader bar to the headboard to keep her ass raised. He lets her rest there, feeling his come ooze out of her gaping bottom hole, trickling down her crack and into the mattress.
He grabs the camera, documents the state of her. There are screens in the stalls for all the girls. When the blindfolds and hoods come off down the road in their training, they get to watch the screens, which can be used to deliver instructions, but are mostly used to play personalized porn reels, starring themselves.
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BDSM erotica. Fictional characters over 18. Strictly fantasy.
At this point in their training, it's just about overwhelming them with the intensity of pure physical sensations. Wresting away any semblance of self-control or agency. Ripping away the false reality and mistaken belief that they're strong, capable, independent-minded women, and showing them just how vulnerable they are to men who know exactly how to handle them. Reducing them to drooling, howling messes.
They start to learn, during this first stage of their capture, just how much their bodies can take. How much they can bend and stretch, to accommodate all girths and positions. How orgasms can be wrung from them, even under the most unpleasant and uncomfortable duress.
They're kept in the dark, blindfolded or hooded, to encourage docility and increase their dependence on their handlers. Makes them lean into their handlers and strain to listen to their voices, delivering orders.
Vance presses the bulbous head of the vibrator firmly against the girl's pussy. The lips of her sex are spread around the silicone. She's near the end of her rope, he judges, her lovely form finally subsiding from the relentless orgasms that wracked her body during this session. He can feel the muscles in her body finally giving up their tenseness as she turns limp from exhaustion, her head lolling back against his shoulder. The frenzied seizure and shuddering of her body is finally tapering off into the occasional shiver, a fine trembling that makes her tits quiver.
"There you go," he murmurs. "Give it up, beauty."
She's quieted down at last, only whimpering a little as he moves the toy over her cunt, teasing out another orgasm. The climaxes are coming slower now, but he's patient, and experienced. It'll be like this every time for her from now on, for the next stage of her training experiencing the extreme pain of forced orgasms, or the other end of the spectrum relentless teasing and edging. She'll swing back and forth between those two ends, a helpless pendulum.
Vance likes to think about how, right at this moment, she's wishing he would stop. She's thinking she can't possibly come again, that she doesn't want to come again. Climax is too painful.
And yet, the next time she's being handled, she'll wish the opposite. She'll beg the gods to let her come. She might even remember this very moment, when she was experiencing all these painful orgasms, and she wished that they would end. She'd probably be cursing herself for thinking it.
Vance loved fucking with their heads like that.
This was just the first step in this journey to get them to the point where they accepted everything that their Master or Mistress might want to do to them. To come or not to come. It was never going to be up to them, and there was no point wishing for one outcome or the other. They just had to surrender to their fates.
She's stopped pulling her wrists that are attached by cuffs to the spreader bar. Her toes curl as another orgasm rolls through her. She's almost done, he predicts. Fatigue is weighting her body like a blanket.
When she's totally worn out, her body drooping and relaxed, he switches the vibrator off. She doesn't even move. Vance picks her up and lowers her onto the mattress. He grips the spreader bar and raises it, lifting her arms and legs, bending them back to her chest.
He sinks his cock into her convulsing sex. She lies beneath him, still and quiet, just breathing out of her nose in unsteady breaths, as he thrusts inside her. No fight left in her, not today. He twists her sweet nipples, and she doesn't even twitch.
Vance fucks her cunt, deep and hard, until he's ready to come. Then he pulls out and pushes his dick into her ass, already oiled and ready. She jerks a little at that, tensing a bit.
Vance clicks his tongue and repeats, "Hush, beauty. Just take it. Just accept this. I want to come in your gorgeous ass, beauty, and there's nothing you can do to stop me."
Two, three pumps, and he unloads inside the clutch of that dark, tight channel. Afterwards, he hooks the spreader bar to the headboard to keep her ass raised. He lets her rest there, feeling his come ooze out of her gaping bottom hole, trickling down her crack and into the mattress.
He grabs the camera, documents the state of her. There are screens in the stalls for all the girls. When the blindfolds and hoods come off down the road in their training, they get to watch the screens, which can be used to deliver instructions, but are mostly used to play personalized porn reels, starring themselves.