Training Day: Rebeah

I was warmer when I woke up and noticed immediately that I had been covered by warm knit blanket. I could tell from the light filtering in through the door at the end of the barn that it was quickly becoming evening. My thoughts were proven correct when the barn lights flickered on a few minutes later. I ate the food set out for me, a cooling baked potato, real butter, and hunk of what tasted like pork roast. Another bottle of water and a few more pills, some of them I figured were probably vitamins from the taste, also accompanied the meal.

After I ate I wrapped myself in the blanket I had been given and waited. The girl across the way watched me for some time before dozing off to sleep; she said nothing this time, which made me even more uncomfortable. At least when we were snapping at each other my mind was away from this horrible place.

I didn't want what was happening to me. In the moment it had felt good; my body responding to the pleasure-pain, the way they over sensitized my body before allowing me to finally finish. It was a fantastic torture, but not one I wanted to continue to endure. Unfortunately I knew little to nothing about locks, and wasn't sure what kind of security they had here anyway. For now I was trapped. I knew my parents would look for me, Brandon was the last person seen with me, and our history, if you could call it that, was quite public. They would come here, they had too. My heart sank a little, if that was my only hope, then perhaps I had none at all. The girl across from me had been here a while, her hair was long without any apparent style, her body was unclean, and she responded without command to the needs of the men. It was disturbing to watch and the more I thought about it, the more my stomach twisted.

I stood up slowly and rolled my shoulders against the ache that had settled there. I stretched my still sore body and ran my hands over my soft, somewhat bruised skin, and gently tested the sensitive flesh between my legs. I couldn't help but groan. I was sore, my ass was sore, my jaw a little bruised still, and I was a mess. I wondered silently what I would need to do to be allowed a bath, and shuddered at the thought. I wasn't ready to be some quiet slave girl, but I couldn't handle this kind of punishment. I would have to watch, and try to behave for now, until I could find a way out, find a way home.

It was as these thoughts raced through my mind that I heard the heavy footfalls of the guards. As they approached I realized that these two were different from Joseph and Morgan, I didn't recognize them at all. This meant that Brandon had a small army of perverted guards at his call and that escaping would be all the more difficult with so many eyes watching.

"Rebekah, your client will be arriving shortly, you're to be bathed and perfumed for his arrival. Are you going to come willingly, or do we need to tranquilize you?" The shorter one spoke and held a small gun in his hand, his features were darker, and Mediterranean I'd guess. I stumbled back without realizing it, my heart hammering in my chest, my breath gone for a moment. No, it was too soon, I wasn't ready for another episode, I still hurt.

That was the last thought I recall before feeling a stinging sensation and drifting to the ground.

When I woke next it was to find myself hanging again from the rafters. My skin was pimpled with goose bumps from the cold, and my head was groggy as I tried to lift it to look around. I groaned against the pain in my shoulders and tried to leverage myself enough to turn around but I couldn't seem to open my eyes and again my toes barely touched the cold wooden floor.

I could hear voices, muffled but close, and when I heard creaking hinges I knew there was a door; perhaps this was a special room? I couldn't imagine having anyone else watch my humiliation, and felt tears well in my eyes at the thought.

I didn't realize I was holding my breath until I heard a familiar voice tell me to start breathing again. The air left me in a rush and I gasped, stifling a scream as warm, callused hands began caressing my hips and stomach. "You know who I am, even with the blindfold, don't you Rebekah?" The shiver that shook me was not from the cold, but from recognition. This was Mr. Mehan, my gym teacher from school. "Oh, please no, please don't do this."

His hard hands squeezed my swollen nipples and he chuckled as he bit me hard on the ass. Tears leaked from my eyes and a sob I couldn't control slipped past my trembling lips, "Please..." was all I managed. His hands left me and I sighed in relief, but I felt his return in the form of cane across my thighs. I did my best to muffle my screams by biting my lip, but many groans slipped past. I tasted blood on my tongue after a vicious slap across my ass cheeks, and knew that I would have more welts and bruises. After what was likely only a few minutes, but to me seemed like hours, I felt his hand dig between my thighs as he buried his fingers in my lower lips.

"He said you'd like it rough. I like to hear my girls scream. You don't get to have your release until I hear you scream. I watch you girls tease and flirt all day at school, then pretend to be infuriated when the boys demand a kiss or a touch. You are going to be punished for all of them."

He began to pump two of his meaty fingers inside me. To my shame, my body was ready for it. I tried to squeeze my legs shut, but he'd brought another tool with him this time with an electric shock wand. Each time I attempted to clamp my legs together he would shock my inner thigh, causing them to jump, this also caused my pussy to contract around his delving fingers. I could feel my own liquid trail down my legs as he pumped his thick fingers into me. It hurt so sweetly when he pushed in a third, using his now free hand to slap the little hooded nub at the top of my folds.

As I felt my body begin the ride to climax he stopped pumping his fingers into me and slapped my breasts, my stomach, and my hips in rapid succession. I let out a surprised scream at each, but that wasn't enough for him.

I could hear him moving away from me and was confused and very frustrated. My body was ready to finish this, though my mind blanked when I tried to imagine myself enjoying this with him.

I didn't have a lot of time to ponder my situation; he returned quickly and raised quite the shrill response by clamping my nipples with high pressure clamps that cause far more pain than pleasure. I could barely feel what he began to do after this. I could feel my pulse beat in my nipples from the pressure of the clamps and I could feel the tears soaking into my blindfold. His hands slapped and pinched, his mouth licked and bit, but I felt very little but the pain in my breasts. When I failed to respond to his renewed finger exploration he tugged on the chain connecting the clamps which made the pressure increase. I screamed until I ran out of air, until my throat ached and I choked on my tears.

I heard a strange slapping noise when my brain stopped reeling from the intensity of the pain and realized he must be masturbating to my misery. I was breathing hard now, panting and unable to catch my breath. I felt as if I had been sprinting for miles. It was just as I had gulped in a deep breath of air that I felt the floor beneath my feet. It was over, finally over. Even better, I hadn't had to...

Wait, I turned my head, but could see nothing through the blindfold, my ankles and wrists were being tied so that I hung belly down with my legs wide. He spun me, and then used the cane to slap my legs and stomach and hanging breasts as I turned. Once I stopped spinning he grabbed the back of my hair and yanked my head up, the scream that parted my lips allowed him to force his cock into my mouth and down my throat. I tried to breathe through my nose as he pounded into my face, his balls slapping my chin, his cock stretching my mouth wide, but I couldn't get enough air in. I started to gag, but he only moaned as my throat spasmed around his dick. Each time he would grip my head and bury himself as deep as he could, riding the clamping muscles. I started to black out from lack of air when he finally pulled out and allowed me to breathe again.

I coughed and gagged, but was able to catch air before he spun me again, this time using the electric rod on my thighs and butt, my sore breasts and shoulders. When I slowed this time it was because he grabbed my legs and without warning plowed hard into my ass. This scream was not the startled one from earlier, not as prolonged as the pulled and tortured nipples, but just as intense as both. He rode me hard, never relenting in his painful thrusting. This was only made worse when I heard his son's voice chuckle nearby as my head was yanked back and I was forced once again to take a man's dick into my mouth. Tyler was your typical jerk in school, the one who thought "no" meant, try harder. Now I understood why. He was a sick kid, just like his father. Both wanted women to obey, to hurt, and neither cared that I wanted none of it; to the contrary, it probably added to the allure for them.

As I was beaten with sex at both ends, odd rhythms that never seemed to match, I tried my best to blank out my mind, I never wanted to remember this, and was embarrassed at the thought that they now could return and do this to me as often as Brandon allowed. I wanted nothing more than to die at that moment.

I felt Mr. Mehan cum in my ass before I felt his tongue at my swollen pussy. He drank from the dripping hole, using his fingers to dive in and spread me. My body relaxed, Tyler wasn't as well endowed as his father so I found I could breathe a bit better, and didn't need to gag as often, so the small torture did nothing to pull my mind from the invasion at my rear.

With fingers diving deep, and tongue soothing the pain of the cane against my flesh I was once again feeling the arousal from earlier, and this time he was being much kinder. Three fingers turned into four, but he slowed his plunging motion until my body stretched to adjust, still swatting my ass on occasion to bring a little sting to the process. After I had what I've come to refer to as a partial orgasm he mounted me from behind and used the ropes I was dangling from to bounce be back and forth on his dick. Tyler pulled himself from my mouth in time to jizz all over my face. I nearly gagged again, but was overwhelmed by the pounding. Mr. Mehan was huge, and feeling him as he banged me harder and faster made my whole body quiver. As another orgasm shook me I felt the pressure of a high intensity vibrator against my clit. Tyler was underneath me and forcing a pleasure-pain reaction against the sensitive skin. The climax that hit me was spectacular, my whole body rocked with it. I felt Mr. Mehan spasm against me, gripping my legs as he came due to the intensity of the muscles clenching inside me. I could feel his hot semen fill me and run down my body.

Tyler slapped my ass hard before spinning me around one last time. They left me to hang there, but my body was well sated. Pain still radiated from my nipples, and I am pretty sure my ass was torn, but I was exhausted from that final orgasm.

I barely noticed when the burly guy from earlier let me down and carried me to a warm bath. His hands were gentle as he washed the blood, semen, sweat, and spit from my body. Large hands combed back my hair and braided it, I'm pretty sure they used a douche to clean me out, but I was still given the pills to make sure I did not become pregnant. A part of me hoped they actually worked. The other part started to doze off. I woke up in a soft bed with a nice warm blanket. Next to the bed was a meal of toast, orange slices, and cold milk. The vitamins and other pills were also waiting with the small meal again, but I didn't hesitate to take them. I would find out eventually what they were for, but right now I was adjusting to my new captivity, the last thing I wanted was to become a mother, and to who's baby?

I shook myself out of those thoughts and finished eating. The room was small, and the door was locked, no windows to look out, but a small fan kept the air circulating well enough. I stood and stretched my sore muscles, used the portable toilet that was set against the corner and cleaned up with the bowl of water left on the floor next to it. I rested some more, not sure how long I slept, before Brandon and Morgan arrived. Morgan had a few tools in his hands that were rather frightening looking so I didn't look too closely.

"You did well, my pet. I am proud of you. You are to be rewarded, and don't worry, you'll be given some time to heal now. George was a bit too rough with you, and we don't want you damaged." Brandon held out his hand to Morgan who supplied him with cuffs for the bed posts. I glanced at the door and saw Joseph and the olive skinned man blocking the exit, so I leaned back and allowed them to cuff me to the bed. Brandon used an alcohol swab on my nipples and placed a wooden cylinder in my mouth before placing a clamp on each nipple that seemed to stretch them. Morgan cleaned a long thin needle with a new swab and handed it to Brandon. I didn't need to ask what they were doing; I turned my head and bit into the soft wood as he pierced the needle through the base of my left nipple, then my right. I whimpered, but did my best not to move as he widened the new holes gently. He then placed tiny gold hoops into both and connected a thin silver chain to the hoops and around my neck. I now wore an intricate collar that was loosely attached to my nipples. A leash, when attached, would put tension on the nipple rings, but pull at my neck before doing too much damage to the piercings. It looked like a delicate chain, but I could not undo it as he clamped the links closed without a fastening, the pliers making the chain permanent unless I could get my hands on some tools.

He dabbed an anti-biotic cream on the piercings and kissed my forehead before turning to the door, "Take good care of Morgan now and you'll rest for the remainder of the weekend. I on the other hand, need to return to town and make sure I'm seen. Can't have people getting too suspicious now can we?"

Morgan approached, running warm hands over my bruised skin. I whimpered, but didn't protest as his hands gently kneaded the fleshy parts of my boobs. His mouth and tongue were warm as they caressed over the many bruises left by Mr. Mehan's torture, and my body responded to the gentle touch. His tongue swept over the crevasse between my legs, creating a different kind of moisture, and licking up the slick juice that began to moisten my pussy. This sex was gentle, when he pushed his dick into me it was a careful thrust, a slow rocking.

I can say that I didn't enjoy it as much as what I'd been through previously, but it was nice to be used so gently. The climax when it came was mild, but sating all the same, and sent me to slumber peacefully.