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Breaking
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Breaking
By Ourse
"Typical," Tara muttered under her breath as she watched her
eldest sister, Kara, leave the stable. She turned her eyes to the
latest ranch acquisition who balanced himself precariously over the
nails sticking up from the dirt floor.
Brad slowly looked at the nails around and under him. "I can't
stay like this for long," he moaned, trying to think of a way out of the
maze of nails on only his palms and toes. With a sign he focused on the
nails in front of him. Approaching footsteps made him freeze.
Tara stopped at the edge of the nail maze. "She is pissed at
you!" she declared out loud. She strolled around the prone male body,
stopping at his feet. Getting down on her hands and knees, she looked
between his tight jeaned legs. She shook her head, got up and went back
to the front of his body where she crouched down.
His dark brown hair was plastered to his brow with sweat as he
glanced up at her. He grew slightly relaxed under the recognized gaze
of his mistress' youngest sister who stared neutrally back at him. One
of her big brown eyes winked at him.
"There is a way out of this, you know." After a silent moment
she rose to her feet.
"Wait!" He strained his head up as high as he could. "Would
you please tell me how to get out of this?"
Tara folded her arms across her chest. "No one ever asked for
my help out of one of Kara's traps before." After glancing around
casually, she dropped to a crouch again. "OK. The nails are about two
hand spans apart. Move slowly to your right -- that's the shortest
distance -- I'll direct you out."
For ten minutes, Brad moved slowly, lifting and setting each
hand and foot at her command.
"There," she let out a long breath, "you're in the clear now."
Brad looked down at the plain, dirt floor. He set his knees and
elbows shakily on the ground. "Thank you, very much ..." his voice
faded when he lifted his face only to find his savior gone. He
scrambled to his feet and searched the entire stable. All he found was
one long strand of bright red hair which he knew only she in the Sanwick
family possessed.
Subject: Breaking (Part 2 of 6)
Date: 6 Sep 91 03:37:33 GMT
Lines: 197
Tara glanced up from the evening paper's horse breeder's section
as Kara strode angrily into the dining room. "Who helped him get out of
the stable?" she demanded, violently yanking Brad's leash so he fell to
his knees.
"Surely even he can figure out how to open the stable doors,"
the middle Sanwick daughter, Mara, said quietly to her petite, blonde
lover sitting next to her.
"I had a toy set up in there ..." Kara started to explain when
she was interrupted by her youngest sister.
"You promised to get your junk out of the stables!" Tara said
tersely over the sports page.
Kara struck the table with her hand. "You helped him!"
"Quiet!" The five young adults froze as the matron of the
Sanwick family entered. Slowly she walked to her seat. "When I eat
with my family I expect civility! I expect my daughters and their
lovers to get along with each other!" She sat down with a proud smile
to her right and left. "Good evening, children."
"Good evening," all five answered in unison.
Kara threw the leash at her pet as she plopped down into her
seat. "I don't want him anymore."
"It's only been four days," Mrs. Sanwick stated as she smiled at
the petite blonde. "Do you like your stay at the ranch so far, Darcy?"
"Oh, yes, Mrs. Sanwick. It's very lovely."
"I'm taking him back to the city tomorrow," Kara stated loudly.
Brad looked up in terror at his mistress. His blood grew as
cold as the dark nights he had spent on the street hiding from the
various hunters of the urban night. "No, please, mistress." His head
flew back against the table from the force of his mistress' slap.
"Kara!" Mrs. Sanwick's cold glare made her eldest daughter bow
her head in shame. "Brad," the matron spoke softly, "she won't be
taking you back tomorrow."
Brad looked up at the greying woman with a smile. "Thank you,
madame."
"I don't want him," Kara insisted, glancing up at her mother.
"I never said you had to keep him," Mrs. Sanwick reminded her
eldest daughter. "Tara can use him for something."
"Me?" Tara folded her paper up and set it beside her plate.
Her eyes met his briefly before returning to her mother's face. "What
would I use him for?"
Mara chuckled softly, "Even I know that."
Tara rolled her eyes at her sister. She looked at the man
kneeling at the feet of her eldest sister then took a deep breath. "I
suppose he could help take care of my horses and clean out the stable."
Mrs. Sanwick smiled and reached out to ruffle the man's hair
playfully. "You see, Brad. I told you that you wouldn't be leaving
tomorrow."
"Shoveling shit, huh?" Kara picked up her wine glass in
amusement. "Well, maybe that is something that he can do right," she
added with a laugh.
Brad wiped his sweaty brow on his shirt sleeve and leaned
against the pitchfork. He glanced at the dirty calendar hanging on the
stable wall near his new mistress' office door. "It's been three weeks
and all I do is feed the horses and clean the stable. Well, at least
it's better than my last ... job."
Brad pitched the last of the straw into the last stall then
placed the pitchfork back in the supply closet. As he shut the door,
Tara walked into the stable leading her dappled mare, Raindrop. He
hurried to the horse and took the reins from his mistress' gloved hands.
He kept pace beside her as they led the mare to her stall. "How did you
do today?"
Tara took the ribbons and medal from her jacket pocket and held
them out for him to view. ""Two more blues and a gold overall," she
stated simply.
"You won!" Brad exclaimed with all the excitement she lacked.
"I've won this competition the past four years in a row." Tara
rubbed Raindrop's nose before locking the door to her stall. "You've
done a good job these past weeks," she commented on the stable to Brad,
who stood by tentatively.
"Thank you," Brad glanced down at his sneakers as he held in the
words he had been longing to say for the past few days. He smiled
slightly as he looked back up at her, "I'm glad you're pleased with my
work. I can't thank you enough for keeping me."
Tara shook her head. "Come in my office for a minute, Brad."
He followed her into the office, looking at all the medals,
ribbons, and pictures of her ad her winning mounts on the walls. He sat
in the chair she indicated and took the bottle of mineral water she
handed him. "What are you going to do now that the competition is
over?" he asked after she sat down across from him.
She held out each boot for him to pull off as he knelt at her
feet unbidden. Tara watched him with growing interest as he removed
each boot and placed them beside her desk. "I thought I would try
relaxing a bit. Do a bit of breaking."
Brad sat back down and sipped his water with a puzzled frown.
"I didn't know you had any new horses."
Tara's eyes sparkled as she spoke, "Well, I got a new stud a few
weeks ago."
"Can I be of any help?"
"Oh, I think so." She smiled over her bottle. "In fact, I
think that you'll be indispensable. That is if you agree to it."
Brad leaned forward in his chair eagerly. "I'll do anything you
ask."
"Good," she laid her bottle down on her desk and pointed to
another door in the office other than the one they had entered through.
"I do my breaking in there. Would you like to see?"
"Yes." He stood up, emptied his bottle and followed her to the
door. His eyes met hers as she opened the door, and somewhere deep
inside him the words bubbled up. "I'd do anything for you, mistress."
Tara stepped back hesitantly from the door at his words. "No
one's ever said that to me."
Brad frowned again as he followed her into the room. He looked
around at the dungeon, equipped with some of the best instruments of
pain and pleasure he had ever experienced either by choice or by rape
while trying to survive on the city streets. A few of the devices were
unfamiliar to him. "I can't believe that no one has ever submitted
totally to you."
"Well, to be honest," Tara said, sitting on a bench in the center
of the room, "I've never brought anyone in here before."
"Really?" he asked as he examined the equipment more closely.
I've been buying stuff and reading stuff about SexMagick for the
past four years but have never had anyone to try it with." She blushed
as she confessed to him, "I saw the things that Kara was doing so I snuck
in her room and read her magazines and books. But I think she's just
into pain so she probably doesn't have any of this stuff."
Brad examined a familiar piece of nasty equipment. "She has
some of this stuff."
"Oh." Tara rose to see what he examined. "Yes, I didn't think
these looked to pleasurable."
He set the thumbscrews down. "No. These can break bones."
"My purpose isn't to break bones, it's to break you," she said
with a grin.
Brad felt his face grow a little warm at her intention. He
wondered if she were even eighteen years old like himself, not of course
that it mattered since she owned him now. "All right. But it won't be
very hard to do."
Tara frowned and gripped his dirty shirt collar tightly. "I
want it to be a challenge. I want to break you just like I break my
horses so we operate as one under my command. Do you want to do this?"
she asked, releasing one of her hands and letting it slide down to his
hard groin.
"Yes. I may have come here to escape the streets, but I do
enjoy pleasing a woman." He bent his head so his tongue could gently
touch the hand that still gripped his collar. "Just tell me what you
want, mistress."
First, don't just give in to me. Fight me a bit. Second,
promise not to call me mistress until you feel compelled to, forced to
do so. Don't submit until you're broke." She released him and stepped
back. "It will be better for both parties. Breaking always makes it
better for both parties. Do you agree to try it my way?"
"Yes."
Subject: Breaking (Part 3 of 6)
Lines: 52
Brad watched as Tara clamped his hands into the hanging
shackles. He looked down at his clamped feet, spread two feet apart.
Finally he examined the marks on his upper arms and chest left by her
lasso with which she had forced him into the feet clamps. "You're very
strong," he commented.
"Shut up!" Tara stepped away from him and smiled as wickedly as
she could, which was difficult to do with the rising excitement she
felt at his half naked, restrained body. She feigned disinterest as she
took a long, thin leather whip from her collection. She returned to her
captive and ran the lash between her fingers so he could see how long it
was. "This is the finest leather that money can buy. All of my toys
are the finest money can buy."
Brad simply nodded silently, determined to give her the fight
she wanted. But when she struck the wooden whipping bench and chips
flew, he had to admit to himself that she knew her equipment and how to
use it. At least theoretically.
Tara walked up and threw her arms around his neck so the lash
lay lazily over his shoulder. She wasn't much shorter than he, so she
easily kissed him.
He jumped from the sudden pain her quick downward snap of the
lash over his shoulder brought, but couldn't pull away from her kiss
because her other hand gripped the back of his neck. He moaned
breathlessly when she released him. He turned his head as much as he
could, keeping her in view as she walked slowly around him. He noticed
with a bit of awe that the lash mark on his shoulder hadn't drawn blood.
"From my reading and observations of Kara's activities, I
believe that for most people pain doesn't bring pleasure and for those
it does, it is a specific type of pain. A bit of sensuality can also
push the border between pain and pleasure." She stood in front of him,
laid the whip down on the floor in one fluid movement, then started to
unbraid her hair. She ran her fingers through the dark red strands and
shook it out so it fell over her shoulders to her waist.
Brad felt a drop of sweat slide down his neck as she approached
again. This time he held his breath as she picked up the whip and
walked behind him. When the lash came he jumped in surprise as her hair
struck his entire back. He turned his head but was forced to look
forward again by her hand. She laughed softly and released his face.
The real lash cut through his jeans right underneath his left cheek.
Subject: Breaking (Part 4 of 6)
Lines: 49
Tara took a deep breath and wiped the sweat from her brow as she
examined the limp naked body of her stud. Well, it was all limp except
for one area which stood out. She smiled as she unbuttoned her shirt
and let it fall to the floor.
Brad looked at his torn jeans and underpants that she had
whipped and used her pocket knife to remove from him. He looked up at
her and swallowed at the sight of her sweaty breasts covered only by her
sports bra. Unconsciously he thrust his pelvis out as she approached.
Tara smiled slyly at his feeble movement and placed her arms
around his neck. She didn't even need to hold his head in place as she
kissed him. "How do you feel, Brad?"
He glanced downward and muttered, "Please?"
She looked down at his hot and throbbing penis then back at his
face. "Oh. I know what you want." She gently ran one finger up the
hot shaft and smiled as he closed his eyes and moaned louder. "But you
don't get that until you're broken."
Brad sighed miserably as she reached up to release his hands.
He slumped forward into her waiting arms and let her lay him on the
floor at her feet. He glanced at the key she dropped on the floor in
front of his face then up at her.
Tara took two of the terry cloth towels she kept in the room and
threw him one. "Release yourself and get ready for dinner. It's in one
hour." She smiled and folded her arms over her chest just as she had
when she had examined him in the stable three weeks earlier. "Scene
over. That was great! Don't worry about the clothes. I'll buy you new
ones."
Brad released his ankles and stood carefully up, grabbing one of
the hanging shackles for support. "You're very good." He glanced at
his erect penis. "Do you still want me to fight you?"
She nodded. "We haven't even begun." She grabbed her shirt and
headed for the door. "Your dinner clothes are in the office closet."
Pausing at the door, she glanced back over her shoulder. "Don't tell
anyone about this. They'd be disillusioned about their baby."
Subject: Breaking (Part 5 of 6)
Lines: 132
Tara smiled as the wheel slowed and brought her captive face to
face with her. She adjusted her tan push-up bra and her western hat so
that when his eyes focused they would find her irresistible. This was
their second day in the dungeon and she thought that he was close to
breaking. "Too soon," she whispered as he raised his head up to squint
at her.
Brad smiled slightly as his eyes focused on his mistress. His
smile faded as she frowned down at him. He laid his head back down and
lowered his eyes. As he was about to speak, she lifted his head up by
the chin using the lariat she had ambushed and hogtied him with two
hours ago.
"Did you want to say something, stud?" she asked, leaning over
him so her breasts just touched his chest.
Brad's eyes opened wide and met hers before dropping again. He
swallowed the rising heat the sight of her breasts triggered in him.
"Yes, mis ...."
Tara clamped her hand over his mouth with a grin. "No. You
don't get off that easy." She cut the ropes that held his hands and
feet to the wheel. "Maybe tomorrow, Brad."
Brad stood up after she stepped back and put her shirt back on.
He steadied himself with one hand on the wheel. "Thanks," he said when
Tara caught him as the wheel turned.
"Scene over," she laughed. She led him to the whipping bench so
he could sit for a second. "How am I doing?"
Brad looked up at her with a shake of his still dizzy head.
"Wonderful. Why did you stop me?"
Tara shrugged. "Tomorrow you'll break. I just want this to
last. It's fun," she added with a slight blush.
"It doesn't have to end." He knelt down at her feet and pulled
her down so she straddled him. Their eyes locked as he continued, "It
can get better after I submit. I've already submitted totally in my
heart."
Tara pulled away gently but remained crouched in front of him.
She glanced up and down his sweaty, bruised and bloodied body that
obviously wanted her in every way. "Are you sure you want an intimate
relationship with me?" She looked around the dungeon warily. "Are you
sure you want this kind of intimacy part of the time?"
"I like it when you control me." He leaned forward, picked up
her hand and licked it once with his eyes focused on hers. "I'm ready,
mistress."
Tara pushed him to the floor on his back. Her eyes blazed with
desire as she tore off her shirt, bra and bikini briefs. She placed one
hand on his chest, keeping the other hidden behind her back, as she
knelt over his groin, which he kept respectfully on the floor. "I want
you right now, Brad."
"His fingers dug into the dirt as he spoke shakily. "What about
dinner, mistress?"
"I'm your dinner now, boy!" she exclaimed, whipping her hand out
from behind her back and slipping the cockring onto his throbbing shaft.
Ignoring his moan, she moved up his torso so her breasts were directly
over his face. "[et's see if your tongue is as good in other areas as
it was on my hand." Brad eagerly lifted his head, but she pushed him
down. "Not until I say so." She leaned closer to his trembling lips
with a smile. "Begin."
Brad lightly licked each nipple, then increased his tempo until
she closed her eyes and pulled away. He smiled as she moved up his body
to straddle his mouth. He waited for her command, then gently touched
her clitoris, already slightly engorged by her excitement.
Tara jumped up as the new sensation shot through her body. "No.
Keep going," she whispered, lowering herself back down. She arched her
back as his caressing brought her to breathless pants. As his tempo
increased, she pushed farther into his mouth and leaned over his head to
grab his wrists as he tried to touch her breasts. "No," she muttered,
pressing more of her weight on his wrists.
As the oxygen supply disappeared, Brad increased his tempo and
pressure on her hot, hard clit. Finally, with a loud moan she came and
moved off his face to sit back on his chest. He licked her juices from
his mouth and chin. Blinking to clear his vision, he heard her demand
for more. "Please, mistress," he begged both for her to stop and
continue, his body torn between desire and exhaustion. She slipped down
his body to straddle his penis. He jumped from the pain her riding crop
caused as it struck his nipples.
"Now!" She pulled the cockring off and pushed herself on his
stiff, red member. Tara laughed at his helpless, pleading cry. "For
each slash, you thrust," she instructed him with a light whack of her
riding crop, which caused him to thrust deep.
Slowly, as the tempo of her slashing and the tempo of his thrust
synchronized, their moaning became one. Together their moans became
soft cries of pleasure as she dropped the riding crop and their fingers
entwined. Both backs arched, and two identical screams shook the
dungeon as they reached climax together.
Tara collapsed on top of Brad and wrapped her arms around him.
She smiled at him, blinking to keep the sweat from her eyes. "Hey! If
the first time is bad, I can't wait for the second!"
Brad glanced down at the blood covering his genitals and hers.
"Mistress," he looked back into her eyes in surprise. "I didn't realize
that it was your first time."
Tara kissed him suddenly, then released him and stood up. "It
was great and I assure you that it will not be my last time." She held
out her hand and helped him up. "You see, I told you it would be better
after you broke."
Brad nodded as he caught the towel she threw him. "I think it
was the best I've ever had, mistress."
She smiled shyly at the title. "I know you've had a hard life,
Brad. But that's going to change ... at least for most of the time,"
she said, swinging one of the hanging shackles toward him.
Brad moved to catch her up in a hug. "I'm glad," he said,
licking her neck once before following her from the dungeon to the
showers.
Subject: Breaking (Part 6 of 6)
Lines: 73
"You sound like a broken record, Kara," Mara said with ill
hidden disgust.
"Why? What's your complaint now?" Tara asked as she and Brad
entered the dining room.
"Same as always," Mara replied with a nod at the young man
kneeling at their elder sister's feet.
Kara frowned as her former pet sat down in a chair next to her
youngest sister. "Aren't you going to scold them, mother?"
Mrs. Sanwick smiled at the latecomers, then frowned at her
eldest daughter. "Your sister is always late to meals during the
breaking season. She has a good excuse but you do not!"
Tara glanced at her family as she took some mashed potatoes and
handed the bowl to Brad. After a moment of harsh silence she decided to
explain herself. "I finished the breaking today."
"In two days?" Mrs. Sanwick asked politely.
"Well, I only had one new stud to break this season." She
smiled at Brad who nodded in agreement to both meanings of her
statement.
Kara guffawed once at her sister. "If it takes you two days to
break a horse how long would it take you to break a man? Two years?"
Tara was about to reply when her mother spoke. "I won't have
insults flung around this dinner table! I consider myself to be a very
liberal woman and I tolerate your different tasted in all areas of your
life," Mrs. Sanwick said, glancing at each person at the table. "But I
am setting down these rules. Every couple in this room will either
remain a couple or move off this ranch!"
"No!" Kara said, rising to her feet.
"Either sit down or leave!" Mrs. Sanwick replied coldly.
Everyone remained still until Kara sat back down. "You would do well to
learn from your sisters' examples," their mother suggested sternly.
"I could introduce you to some of my friends and take you to
some of our favorite hangouts," Mara said with a grin.
"No, thank you," Kara replied with venom.
"You could come out to the stable and learn something from me
and Brad," Tara offered with a twinkle in her eyes.
"I'd rather die!"
Tara turned to her companion and mouthed, "Good."
Brad placed his hand over hers and gave it a warm squeeze as he
remembered their two days of breaking and looked forward to many more
seasons.
* END *
Well, we both hope you've enjoyed the story. If you have any
comments, please feel free to send them to me, and I'll pass them along
to her. Until later, then, keep having fun!
Ours
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