Breaking Layla A Short Fantasy

"So, Layla. You heard what he said. You seemed pretty into the idea, too. Do you have any thoughts? Or input?"

"What do I call you?" She asked bluntly.

"What do you want to call me?"

She stuck her lower lip out in a pout, the way she does when she wants something. "Mistress."

I chuckled softly. "Okay, Layla. You can call me Mistress. Anything else you want to talk about?"

She smirked slightly. "No. I don't want to talk, mistress. I want to break."

Straightforward as always. "Good girl," I said, reaching out to pat her hair. She leaned into it and turned her eyes up expectantly at me.

"Well be patient," I said, laughing. "What fun will it be if it doesn't last at all? You've waited this long, what difference is it to wait a few more minutes?"

And then there was that pout again. "I don't want to wait. Please, Mistress, I've waited for too long...."

I smiled gently at her. "I know, Layla. I know. I won't make you wait. Not long. Just.... mistress wants to be here with you now. Can't I get a feel for you when you're unbroken first?"

Layla considered for a moment and then reached out and pulled me closer.

"Then feel me," she said, her voice coming out as a breathy growl. "Mistress," she added sweetly, as an afterthought.

"Ah Layla. You're so impatient. But yes, I will. Now lay down and let your mistress touch you."

Without a moment's hesitation Layla laid down on her side and looked up at me expectantly, as if I should have already been at her side. I suppressed a giggle and laid beside her.

"Mistress, how will you break me?" She asked in a low whine.

"That's enough talking for now, Layla. Let mistress enjoy touching you."

"But you haven't even started-"

"Ah ah, Layla. Keep talking and I'll gag you."

Her eyes lit up, illuminating her face. "Oh yeah? With what?"

I reached over and spanked her ass, enjoying how she let out a loud wail of pain mixed with enjoyment.

I grabbed a ballgag from the stash of various sexytimes items Layla has stored all around her place. I turned and faced Layla.

"Open."

She opened her mouth immediately, starting to almost pant.

"Mmmmm, good girl, Layla. I can tell you're excited."

"Uh-huh!" She said, keeping her mouth wide open.

I smiled and put the gag in place and secured it.

"Good girl. Now sit still and let me touch you."

She nodded slightly but otherwise obliged.

I leaned in close and whisperered in her ear, "Layla, you're my good girl. I can already tell how horny you are by the fact that it seems like you can't even sit still. Do you want your mistress to fuck you?"

Layla nodded fervently, a tiny drop of drool starting to drip from the edge of her mouth.

I felt my cock starting to grow, and she seemed to notice, too. Her eyes drifted down to it and, almost without even seeming aware of what she was doing, she reached her hand out to start stroking it. I moaned.

"Oooh, Layla... you're such a good girl. You want to get fucked badly, don't you?"

She nodded again, this time letting out a whine around the gag.

"Good girl."

I reached out and pushed her none-too-gently onto her back.

She moaned and began to writhe when I reached out a hand and started touching her pussy, which was every bit as wet as I had expected. I used my other hand to start playing with her nipples, making her moan and twitch.

"Good girl," I murmured and she whimpered, bucking her pussy against my hand.

"What, do want something?"

She let out a loud, tortured moan.

"Do you want to get.... fucked?" I asked as I teased the tips of my fingers around the swollen outer lips of her pussy.

"Mm-mmm-mmmm" she moaned out as she bucked her hips to try to push my fingers deeper into her pussy.

"You're such a cute little slut, Layla. You just love getting fucked so much, don't you?"

"Mmm mmm-mmm" she moaned into the gag as she nodded eagerly and gyrated her hips, continually trying to push my fingers deeper into her.

"Mmmm, good girl. You know I'll fuck you if you want. Do you want my cock in you?"

Her whole body spasmed around my fingers, releasing a gush of fluid.

"Layla, did you just.... cum at the thought of having me inside you?"

She stared at me and whimpered. It might have been my imagination but it looked like she had a line of drool dribbling slowly down her chin. The spasming continued for a moment before she stilled again and moaned loudly.

"Heh, good girl, Layla." I pulled my fingers out and licked them off, savoring the taste of her pussy.

My dick was already excited at the thought of fucking the writhing mess before me, so I positioned my hips and pressed the tip of my cock into her.

"Mmmmm" she moaned, trying desperately to push herself onto me the way she had my fingers. I held her hips, though, preventing her from doing as she pleased.

"No, Layla. Mistress is feeling you, remember?"

Layla let out a soft wail of protest but stilled nevertheless.

"Good girl. Such a good girl. I know how hard it is for you to be patient. I promise I'll make it worth the wait," I said. Then I leaned forward and starting kissing her breasts. She moaned and tried again to push my dick further into her, but was unable to do so and she stopped trying again after several attempts with no success.

Once she'd fully stilled (other than her little excited twitches, which I knew she couldn't help), I pushed myself slowly into her, taking immense pleasure in hearing her moan happily and feeling her body relax as I filled her up. She was finally getting (at least part of) what she wanted.

She moaned and ground her hips against mine when I was fully inside of her.

"Good girl" I said softly, and she just whimpered. "What do you want, Layla? Do you want me to fuck you?"

She whimpered softly, twitching.

"Do you want me to... break you?"

She uttered out a series of whimpers this time, her eyes glazing over from the pleasure of the thought.

"Do you want me to fuck you while I break you, Layla?"

"Mmmmmmmmm!!!" She cried out, louder and more desperately, nodding and quivering. "Mmmm!"

"Do you want me to ungag you so you can tell me what you want?"

She shook her head, eyes growing sharp and focused again, almost glaring at me.

I laughed. "Jeez, okay, Layla. Alright, just... nod if you want me to fuck you while I break you to pieces?"

She let out a low whimper and nodded aggressively. I laughed again.

"Good girl, Layla. You're good at communication, even without words."

I started pushing my cock in and out of her pussy, enjoying the way she squirmed. I fully lowered myself so I was laying on her as I pushed inside her, and I bent my head forward to start kissing along the side of her jaw.

She moaned again, a long one, at the contact of my lips on her face.

Her eyes rolled back in her head and she spasmed again, her pussy muscles clenching tightly on my dick.

I continued kissing her, letting her spasm and writhe on my dick as I trailed kisses down her jaw to her neck where I paused.

She whimpered, though I wasn't sure if it was caused by the cessation of contact or from her own orgasm.

I kissed her neck and felt her shudder excitedly.

God, she really wanted this, didn't she?

I wasn't sure I understood her desire, but it was what she had said she wanted, and I knew how badly she seemed to want it so I decided to proceed.

"Break," I whisperered, and I watched as an incredibly thin crack in her form appeared like a crack on a porcelain doll, running all the way down her chin and neck and shoulder before making its way down to her pussy. It was almost hard to see, except for the very faint warm glow emanating from the crack.

She shuddered hard and her eyes rolled back in her head. Her consciousness went slack for a moment before she snapped back.

She seemed... the same. I was almost surprised when she started hungrily grinding her clit against the base of my cock.

"Are you... okay? Should I continue?" I asked, hesitant even as I felt my dick pulsing hungrily inside of her.

She nodded, again giving me that hard look that bordered on a glare. She really didn't like being doubted on wanting to proceed, did she?

I started pushing in and out of her again and she moaned.

Ah, no, I hadn't imagined it. She really was drooling around the gag, and she had it happening on both sides of her face now: both cracked and intact.

I kissed her neck again and murmured "break" against her skin. Another crack appeared, running the same direction as the other one, but spreading out into several smaller cracks.

"Break" I said again, and another set of cracks appeared, this time starting to spread all the way through her body. The glowy lines like bolts of lightning across her flesh were forming a strange and beautiful web across her torso. It looked like the original cracks were beginning to spread slowly, too; the initial crack was beginning to spread down her leg.

I reached out a hand and gently caressed her thigh where the crack was forming.

"More?" I asked, to which she nodded and moaned. She was too far gone to be annoyed by my questioning anymore, it seemed.

I kissed her neck again. "Break for Mistress, Layla. Break. Break."

A look of pure ecstasy covered her face as the cracks covering her body began to widen and glow more brightly. A small lattice of cracks covered the rest of her porcelain skin, giving her a somewhat strange, ethereal look.

She's a tiny thing, really, making her almost look like a doll covered in cracks (that mysteriously glow).

The widest and deepest crack ran like a glowing river flowing from the kisses on her neck down to her pussy, where the crack split into hundreds of different directions and spread down her legs and around her whole body.

I was expecting to feel more than I did as she broke, but it seemed she was feeling it far more than I could. I mostly felt her squirming and writhing around underneath me. Her hands clutched frantically around underneath her for something to grasp onto but couldn't find anything to grab.

"Should I stop, love?" I asked.

She whimpered and glared at me again, this time releasing an annoyed huff of air.

I laughed. "Okay, okay."

I shifted and placed my lips on the other side of her neck where I trailed a row of kisses down from her earlobe to her shoulder.

"Break," I said softly, and I watched in amazement as cracks formed from each of my kisses, spreading down (again) to her filled-up pussy.

She cried out and her eyes rolled back into her head as she began to clench up from another orgasm. I started increasing the tempo of my thrusting into her and saw the cracking started to increase in speed, too.

Her head lolled over to the side, her eyes vacant and dazed. Her only responsiveness was in the form of soft moaning and cries of pleasure.

"Break. Break, Layla, break." I said, and she did.

Her form started to dissolve in places, falling completely apart, like sand falling away from a sandcastle when the tide comes in.

Her legs began to slowly dissolve into the warm, glowy light. To my surprise, she still felt surprisingly solid, even where she was visibly distorted and broken.

I kept pushing into her, excited by how excited she was by the whole thing. I loved the look of ecstasy on her face.... the only problem being that...

"Layla, dearest, can you still hear me?"

She nodded, her head wobbling like it was slightly unsteady or hard to control.

"Can I take out your gag, now? Mistress wants to hear your precious voice. You don't have to say anything, I just want to hear your moans better. Is that okay with you?"

She nodded, still unsteady but an obvious nod.

I removed the gag and her mouth hung slack and open. I could see cracks all the way in the back of her throat, coming together like some strange luminescent spider web.

A moan came from her and made the cracks vibrate and I started to notice the cracks were emitting a slight sound, like an electrical hum.

"Are you able and willing to talk to me?" I asked, but I got no real response.

A soft wail was the only verbal response, and this time I noticed that when she made noises the cracks in her throat made a small sound like bells chiming, or glass clinking. It sounded almost like windchimes.

Seeing her so lost and completely absorbed in the sensations got me even more worked up.

I started pounding into even harder and faster and I kissed her neck again.

"Break for mistress, little slut. Break."

She released a shuddering moan and shivered before her form started to crack fully apart.

I felt weird about continuing but when I thought of her glaring at me, I knew she'd be upset if I stopped for her sake, so I kept going.

"Oh fuck, Layla. Fuuuck" I moaned out as I came into her.

I rolled over and flopped down beside where she still lay, broken and so, so satisfied.

It took her a little while to regain her form. Maybe... 20 - 30 minutes? I laid there holding her close until she came back. It tends to happen all at once where she just snaps back to her old self, like a reboot.

I was holding her and suddenly the glowing got a little bit brighter and flickered a little bit before she suddenly reformed, completely intact. She looked up at me, beaming.

"Thank you, Mistress. Do you wanna go again?" She asked, sounding hopeful.

I sighed. "No, not right now, Layla. I'm a little tired after all of that. But we can talk about it if you want."

"Yes please, Mistress. Did you like it?"

"I... I mean, I like fucking you, and I like making you feel good, so... yes. Did you like it?"

"Very much so!" She chirped enthusiastically. "It feels so good to be broken apart like that.... I've missed it."

"What do you like about it? How does it feel?" I asked. It was hard for me to imagine what it felt like or why she enjoyed feeling broken.

"It feels like being freed a little at a time. Like each crack is breaking me open and letting my soul flow freely."

"Interesting. Does it hurt?"

"Physically? No, not at all. But like, I guess it kinda hurts to be broken open. Just a little. But like... in the way it hurts to be vulnerable. It's also a huge relief in other ways."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it."

"Does it feel good for you, mistress? To break me open?"

I ruffled her hair. "Layla, if you like it, I'm happy to make you feel good. Plus I love being close to you and having sex. So.... I guess, yes. It felt good."

"Good. Good. Okay, I have some stuff to do if you don't want to go again, Mistress. You're welcome to stay and help if you want."

"Help how?"

"Well..."

She described a scenario that would very likely eventually lead to me breaking her again if I wasnt careful, so I declined.

"I love you, Layla. You're a good girl. Are you sure there's nothing else you want? Not even cuddles for a bit?"

She considered. "Hmmm. Okay, fine, cuddles for a little while. But then I do have work I have to do, mistress."

"Okay, Layla. I'll stay here with you until you're ready to get to work. Well done today, my dear."