Breaing Astrid: the Box

Astrid took the Southern train to Victoria. She had her tickets and a bit of cash in the right pocket of her puffer jacket. On the left was one of her socks with one of those tiny soda cans inside. She used to bring a sturdy scarf with a padlock, but the transport police frowned on that now. Efficient and dangerous that was her she thought, not Southern.

Astrid thought of how she chose a life of adventure. She remembered her brother signing up for the Armed Forces after 9/11, his snappy uniform, and how he cannot shut up about "who dares wins". As she grew older she began to fear not seeing her brother again, until she didn't anymore. One day her dad told her Ricky wasn't coming home. There was a quiet funeral. Her father was proud and devastated, Her... she wanted someone to pay. Astrid closed her eyes. She was foolish but here she was.

Astrid remembered Olena spending the night til early morning telling her all about her life, her brothers in the frontline, and all sorts of naughtiness. She felt a flush of warmth remembering how she let the younger woman play her body like an instrument.

Astrid remembered a different Eastern European and her face looked grim. Bad memories. Looking out her window, she realized she was somewhere near where she started losing parts of herself. "Training," they said, "preparation for all possibilities," Astrid remembered the day she signed out all those liability waivers only for a bag to be placed over her head...

Astrid shrugged the thoughts out of her head. That was a long time ago and she buried the memory, memories. Astrid tsked, "Olena did have a striking resemblance to the Doctor." She thought. "Then again, most Slavic women looked alike, with sharp features, mirthless smile, perfect skin, dark hair, and a cold beauty hardly thaws with age." Astrid mused, wondering if that was stereotyping or racist. She drifted to sleep, remembering the Doctor - stern and hard, tormentor and protector.

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Astrid was marched naked into a storage room. Outside was some private kink event and this was her first practicum day of what the Yanks called SERE, Survival, Evasion, Resistance, and Escape. Save, Astid already aced the survival and E&E training covered in a previous program. For "Resistance", she was remanded to the custody of the lady seated in the corner.

The Doctor. That's the only thing people call the woman in a white lab coat. For this event, she just wore white panties with an exaggerated red cross in front. Despite the comically exaggerated appearance, there was nothing comical about her. The Doctor's methodical and clinical personality were the perfect pair. She relentlessly drilled all the concepts and case studies into Astrid's head for the past 3 weeks. Today was living through it and getting out in the end.

Astrid noticed the Doctor look at the sore patch above her right breast. Astrid looked down and saw the plastic wrap covering the recently tattooed numbers, 2859. For the last three weeks, Astrid had no name - just a number. Astrid's hair was cut and dyed blonde. She hardly recognized her reflection. The limited food and long hours weakened her, making her lose weight.

"2859, you're here." The Doctor said, her accent thick. "You are not to speak, doing so will unceremoniously fail you from the program. Nod if you understand this." The last portion she barked sharply.

Astrid nodded. She found the Doctor strangely beautiful, even if she knew what her role would be. Astrid felt jitters. 23 years old and she is now in some coastal town, naked, and her skin violated as part of the application for her dream job.

The Doctor dismissed the guard accompanying her. He stepped out via the rear door. His street clothes were bulky. The Doctor walked around Astrid, inspecting her.

"I see they haven't marked your bottom yet." The Doctor quipped. The Doctor paused as if waiting for some reply. "The rules for today are simple. The first one, you already know. Second is that you will be handed a red ball later and you are not to drop it. Last, is how to quit. Drop the ball and everything ends. No questions would be asked, there would be no record of you joining this program, and you would be placed in another Service." The Doctor paused again, shorter this time. "Do you understand?"

Astrid nodded. The Doctor slapped Astrid's cheek.

The Doctor watched anger flash through Astrid's face. Nothing. The Doctor slapped the other cheek. Astrid's face reddened where the slaps landed. The Doctor watched impassively. A solitary tear ran down the corner of Astrid's eye.

Astrid watched the doctor reach for her face. It took everything in her so she wouldn't flinch. Astrid felt the Doctor's finger wipe the tear away. Astrid saw something vaguely human pass through the Doctor's expression.

"I know, 2859." The Doctor said tenderly. She brought her face close to Astrid's ear and whispered "I want to see you on the other side of this."

Astrid watched the Doctor go back to her chair and sit down.

"2859, do you see that contraption in the middle of the room?" The Doctor said as she relaxed on the chair. "I want you to position yourself on it"

Astrid looked at the leather-bound furniture in the corner of the room. It looked like an inclined bench press you'd see in a gym but with D rings incorporated into the design. Astrid walked to the "bench" and sat on it relaxing her back on the smooth leather, the cushion comfortable on her naked bum.

The Doctor walked up to Astrid and gave her leather cuffs and told her to put them on. The Doctor handed the cuffs one at a time, first for her wrists then her ankles. The Doctor walked to one of the storage boxes littering the room and took out a long rod. She gave it to Astrid and told her to attach each end to the D-ring on her ankle cuffs. She watched Astrid meekly stretch her legs open, noticing some wetness on the young woman's sex. A good sign, the Doctor thought.

"I'm going to secure you to the bench, I can't have you falling off." The Doctor said as she pulled out several belts from another box. "This will go around your waist and chest." The Doctor slipped the belt through the D-rings on the bench and placed the first one on Astrid's waist. The Doctor motioned Astrid to raise her hands to tie a belt under and over her student's well-endowed chest. The Doctor made a conscious effort not to apply pressure on the 2859 tattoo. The Doctor winced as she saw Astrid's nipples stiffen, she thought of the poor filly thinking this was some perverse game.

The Doctor stood beside Astrid, checking how secure was her handiwork. "Until we finish your goal is simple. Persevere, preserve yourself, and make sure there is something left to rescue." The Doctor was pleased Astrid did not react. She's a quick learner.

From her lab coat's pocket, the Doctor fished out a red ball gag. "Open your mouth for me, 2859." The Doctor said sharply. " I don't want you biting your tongue off by accident." She thought. Astrid opened her mouth. The Doctor placed the gag near Astrid's mouth and Astrid did her best to stretch her mouth open to accommodate. It was clear it wouldn't fit. The Doctor stroked Astrid's cheek reassuringly while her other hand fished for a smaller gag from her pocket. The next one fit snuggly behind the young girl's teeth. The Doctor secured the gag tightly behind Astrid's head. Next, the Doctor got a wooden box from the corner. The box was hollow and split into two via a hinge. The Doctor saw Astrid look at it curiously, she flipped the box showing a circular hole at the bottom.

The Doctor cracked the box open showing Astrid its padded interior. The Doctor watched Astrid's eyes widen seeing the box opening along the hole at the bottom and noticing the built-in LCD screen inside. The Doctor walked behind Astrid.

"I'm told this is one size fits all." The Doctor said while clamping the box closed with Astrid's head inside. She clicked the locks securing the device on the trainee. The doctor waited, seeing Astrid's breath race in surprise. Gently, she took each of Astrid's wrists and attached them to the D-rings on either side of the box. The Doctor made sure the box was secured to the bench. They're almost done preparing. The Doctor pulled a wire from the side of the box and plugged it into a socket on the bench.

"Do you see yourself on camera? open and close your hands if yes." The Doctor said a little louder. Astrid's hands opened and closed. The doctor went to a corner and pushed a wheeled cart beside Astrid. She pulled off the cloth covering the top revealing an array of medical devices. Speculums, syringes with covered needles, squeeze tubes of liquids, and a red ball as big as the first ball gag.

Slowly the Doctor got the red ball and brought it to Astrid's hand. Astrid's hand clamped tightly on the ball. The Doctor returned to the tray and pocketed a few items, making sure her back blocked the camera's view.

"We need to make sure your skin doesn't break." The Doctor said while getting a squeeze tube from her pocket. She squeezed a dollop on Astrid's breasts and sloppily rubbed them around the areolas. The Doctor walked to Astrid's legs and applied the same cream on the trainee's inner thighs and butt. The Doctor faced the camera and showed Astrid a Syringe.

"This is to make sure you're present in the moment" The Doctor then walked to Astrid's side and took off the syringe's cover. The Doctor slowly positioned the syringe towards Astrid's left breast and she saw the young woman's chest heave and her body began to struggle. Good the Doctor thought.

"Drop the ball, or stay still." The Doctor hissed sharply.

Astrid calmed down. The Doctor skillfully drove the needle beside Astrid's nipple and pressed the plunger. She pulled the needle out covered the syringe, and placed it back on the tray. She knew the student's arousal would begin to grow and her sensitivity would be higher in a few minutes. The Doctor returned to Astrid's legs, reached up for a chain connected to a pulley conveniently placed above the bench, and pulled down. She attached the hook to the spreader bar and heaved. Astrid's legs lifted until they were a perverse V, her unshaved sex in full view. Astrid didn't struggle.

The Doctor ran her hand on Astrid's chest, touched her wrists, and lastly felt for Astrid's pulse where the leg meets the groin. The trainee had a steady pulse; no sign of hyperventilation. There was nothing left to do but begin. The Doctor thought of lubricating the girl, she isn't a monster... but thought against showing favoritism. She treated all the girls the same - cared for them, and facilitated breaking them. Some of the poor things even end up living in her Estate; those who can't mentally recover.

The Doctor went to the storage unit's roll-up doors and pushed them upwards. The noise of the crowd eventually drowned out the rumbling of the doors. Several of the degenerates outside cheered. The Doctor waved her hands to get the crowd's attention, her breasts flashing out of the lab coat helped.

"I need your help. My new slave has to be broken in." The Doctor said with some theater. The crowd cheered, attracting more people from adjacent storage units. "I need a line formed, you each have 2-5 minutes depending on your performance, double for couples." A line quickly formed belying the disorganized nature of the crowd.

The Doctor slipped the first person in line a tube of lube before walking to the box and sticking a headshot of some homely British lass she stole off a camera store. She saw some people leave the queue, and the doctor chuckled.

The Doctor got her chair, taking her time. She was amused at the barely restrained excitement of those who stayed in line. She placed the chair near the Bench; making sure she had a clear view. The Doctor sat down with a flourish, all eyes suddenly on her. She raised a hand and gestured towards the bound woman on the bench. The woman in front of the crowd surged forward, entering the storage unit.

The middle-aged woman took no time to admire the bound body. She went straight to touching the firm breasts, playing with the nipples, pinching them. She then poured lube all over her fingers and rubbed it on the hairy pussy. "Ugly cunt" the woman said before shoving two fingers into the inviting slit. She roughly fingered the bound body, enough to make it squirm. The woman was about to insert fingers into the puckered asshole when a bell rang.

The Doctor shook a small bell that had a shrill tinkle. "Next!" She announced.

A stream of people followed. Some spat on the bound body, a few tried to pleasure it, particularly the breasts, and, many men and strapon-wearing women fucked the trapped body. There were a few who couldn't get hard enough to wear a condom properly and had to be shooed out by the bell. Perversely some of the softies seem to enjoy what would be humiliation for others.

Young, Old, beautiful, ugly, rough, gentle. They all took turns using and abusing the helpless body. Some reveled in writing slurs on bound woman's pale skin. Many spanked the exposed ass. Some brought their canes or whips savaging the bound woman's thighs, ass, and tits. At 3 hours in, the queue was shortening, and repeat faces were in the line.

A skilled dyke was able to manually bring the bound form into orgasm. Her ministrations eventually sent the bound woman's legs quivering. The crowd cheered. The woman poured even more lube on her hand and began to work her fingers into the heaving figure. The short-haired woman tried to brute force another orgasm out, the bound woman began to twist and convulse as the dyke attempted to push a fourth finger into the slave's now red and swollen pussy. The trill of the bell made the woman stop, disappointed. She lined up again at the end of the queue.

A giant over-muscled man took a turn. His small tool sawed in and out of the bound body while his arms delivered slaps of increasing violence. He randomly flexes his biceps into the crowd, nobody cheers. The man formed a fist and was about to deliver a heavy blow to the slave's inner thigh.

A sharp voice cracked through the noise "Stop!" Said the Doctor, straightening up on the chair.

The man sneered at the Doctor and moved to drive the punch he intended. The man suddenly convulsed and slowly looked at the fuming doctor holding a taser to his side.

"Sukin Syn." The Doctor said through gritted teeth. With her other hand, she felt for the hilt of the knife strapped to her thigh.

The head of the man snapped back and his hands flew to his neck. The guard held the offending brute in a chokehold. The Doctor kicked the man's knee. The brute collapsed, kneeling on the floor. The guard escorted him out the back door, the crowd not seeing the pistol the guard held business side first to the brutes balls.

The Doctor returned to her chair, and pretended nothing happened. "Next." She said.

The remaining guests were largely gentle. Even those who spanked the bound woman did so playfully. Many merely stroked the tied body in assurance. Many cooed and assured the slave saying they'll stay around to make sure it wouldn't happen again. The Doctor saw the ball still firmly held in her student's hand.

The bell tinkled again as the Doctor stood. "Thank you everyone." She gave a shallow bow to the crowd and a few who stood around like makeshift guards. An old couple, a twink, the dyke, and a handful more. One looked like a fireman, another a school teacher, they all sported a concerned look. One of theirs was attacked and they won't let it happen again.

The Doctor reached for the rolling doors and slowly closed them. She gave everyone enough time to leave the play area. Once the door was closed, the noise receded and the Doctor watched the rhythmic rise and fall of her ward's chest.

The Doctor brought down her legs, removed the spreader bar, and removed the wrist cuffs from the box. She unlocked the box. Her student's tear and drool-stained face was revealed. Tragic, but still beautiful after all that she endured. They've been in that room for almost six hours from start to finish.

Carefully, the Doctor removed the gag. She watched her student massage her jaw and wipe the tears, drool, and snot from her face. The Doctor got a bottle of water from a compartment in the cart and wordlessly handed it to Astrid. Astrid drank, her thirst evident. The Doctor saw the stained speculums, probes, a catheter tube, and an open betadine packet on the tray. This was a skilled and wilder crowd she thought while checking on Astrid. Astrid was still seated on the bench... lost in her thoughts.

"2859." The Doctor said breaking the silence. "Where is the ball?"

Astrid weakly showed her hand, like a child showing a wound to her parent. The ball still grasped firmly in her trembling fingers.

"We are done here today. You may give me the ball." The Doctor said gently.

As the Doctor took the ball, she softly told Astrid. "Don't cry." Making sure her back was towards the camera. Her ward looked at her stoically.

"Stand up." The Doctor commanded Astrid, observing her mobility. She saw the young woman stand up unsteadily, pain from her welts and bruises evident. "Let's go." The Doctor walked to the rear exit, Astrid limping but under her power.

At the alleyway, the guard stood over the burly man who tried to attack Astrid. A rifle was now pointed at the naked man's head. The Doctor walked past without a word. She stood at the door of the heavily tinted SUV waiting for them at the end of the alley.

As Astrid walked towards the guard, the guard drew his sidearm, pulled the slide once, and offered it to Astrid, handle first. Astrid shook her head no. The guard nodded and put his sidearm away. Astrid paused at the kneeling man.

"Psst." Astrid struggled to make the sound. The man looked at her. There was a crack as the man's head snapped back. His jaw is at a wrong angle.

The Doctor whistled impressed seeing the battered woman snap kicked the brute's face. She saw the guard check for a pulse and follow Astrid to the Car. She went in the back but held the door open for her student, ready to catch or pull her in. Astrid was able to get into the seat on her own. The Doctor unbuckled the straps on her thigh and slipped her knife into the cupholder of the door nearest her. The guard gently closed the door and tapped the SUV twice on the roof. Shortly the car was in motion.

The Doctor took Astrid's head and let it rest on her chest. "Don't talk." The Doctor said softly. "Next time, you shoot head. Twice." She stroked Astrid's hair. The Doctor started to apply cream and medicine to the worst of the welts. The Doctor took off her lab coat and covered Astrid. The Doctor held Astrid and stroked her for the whole long drive back.

The Doctor felt Astrid snake her hands toward her thigh and stroke her in return.

"It only gets harder, Kitten." The Doctor said under her breath. "But I was right to choose you."