From Uncontrollable To Broken Will Pt 2

FROM UNCONTROLLABLE TO BROKEN WILL Pt 2 She slept for what seemed a short amount of time and woke with a start. It was totally dark in the room her neck was sore and her face hurt where she had been laying on the table. She was thirst and there was a little water left in the bowl. She put her face in to the blow and sticking out her tongue lapped at it like a dog. The water tasted good, what little was left she couldn't get to no matter how hard she tried. Well for the most part her thirsty was satisfied so she guessed it was no big deal. Still it bothered her. She finally took the bowel in her teeth and lifted it up so that the water would run down on her. Her face, chin and neck soaked in the water when she raised her head up. The woman wondered why things had become so strained between her and her husband. On reflection she understood that things had always been strained between them. He really never had his way every. She had never given him head though he begged for it all the time. She never let him eat her out though he begged to do that as well. Even on their honeymoon she had treated him poorly. In the week they were on the honeymoon she restricted sex to just 3 times. She had hoped he would demand but she would say "I'm not in the mood" and like the spineless little wimp he was he would just roll over and go to sleep. He would ask for oral, either giving or receiving and she would respond "you have got to be kidding me, that is, oh my God this is just, gross! I can't even believe you asked that!" The truth was she longed for both oral sex to be preformed on her and for her to perform it. Why had she never been able to just agree! They had sexy about 2 times a week when they first got married then after a year or so she reduced their play to 2 times a month. Now they were down to 2 or 3 times per year and still like the wormy little wimp he was he didn't say anything didn't demand it. He would just play the hurt puppy dog and sulk. Of course, if she played the hurt puppy dog and sulked he would do anything to put a smile on her face. She wasn't dominate that was for sure she couldn't demand him to be more of man and that do any good, she knew that so she did the route to treat him mean and wait for him to grow a spine and put her in her place. She took a good look around the room. Her eyes had adjusted to the dark now, well somewhat. She saw there was a second door in the room almost opposite of the door the men had come in and out of, it was still on the same wall which was directly behind her. To her left was the door they used to her right was the other door, the mystery door. She wondered where that door led. The outside maybe a room connected to the outside. She speculated that could be the way out for her. The room was bare except that there were things visible on the walls. These things seemed to be hanging, perhaps they hung from hooks. What the things were was yet another mystery. She couldn't make them out it in the dark. She thought it was strange that she never noticed what was on the walls before. Perhaps it wasn't so strange that she hadn't noticed them after all the excitement. Yes it all had taken a toll she guessed after all she had been more interested in what was happening than what was around her. She strained her eyes to try see but she couldn't make out things other than it was stuff, stuff on the walls. For that matter it might be just wallpaper. She wished they had uncovered the mirror. She wished she had been able to fix herself up. She didn't like to think of people seeing her in less than a perfect manner. The door flung open and the bright lights went on. She was blinded and blinked trying to adjust to the now bright light. The taller man stood behind the chair and the shorter man sat in the chair. The shorter man was apparently in charge, not apparently he was assuredly in charge. He sat there looking at her as the taller man watched from behind. The taller man kept reaching to his crotch and touching himself and after a few minutes the shorter man told him "Stop that Thomas!" The taller man put his hands behind his back. The woman looked around the room there were bullwhips, ridding crops, canes, handcuffs, shackles, and various restraints hanging in the room. There were also collars, leashes, gags, hoods, blindfolds and other such items. There were instruments of some kind as well that she had no idea what they were or what they were for. There was a large wooden set of stocks in the room very medieval looking and a table of some kind as well. There was a wheel of some kind on one end of the table but she couldn't make out much more about it. The short man began to speak his voice was stern but not cruel. "You have to be trained you are disobedient you must be taught to be obedient. Compliance is the duty of a wife of women it is the role they must play in a relationships, well not of a woman of one in the relationship." His brow furrowed up as though he was deep in thought, "The problem you two have is that neither of you are truly dominant, neither are really in control." He stopped and thought for a bit and the continued "You are a spoiled brat and your husband is a spineless wimp. In the right hands either of those attributes can be molded to produce a fine willing servant of a dominant individual. Lacking a dominant those two personality traits flung together in a relationship leads to a confusing, disorganized, destructive relationship which is destined to fail in a most spectacular manner." "Your husband will never be able to control you and you will never be able to change him. Your mission to make a man of him has been a dismal failure and it only strengthened your disgusting self-centeredness. You are not actually dominate you are just self indulgent and undisciplined. When I am done with you then you will think before you act, you will actually even think of others first as hard as that is to believe. You will learn to ask permission before you buy. You will also learn not to get mad at those you serve or those that you serve with." The last part of that seemed to be ominous and foreboding but of what she wasn't all that sure. "You will never use your temper for an advantage; in fact you will never lose your temp for if you do you will be punished. You will not use tears to get your way if you do cry no one will react to it at all. You will not make the decisions you turn that aspect over to those more suited for that purpose. You will conform to the will of your superior." He paused for a moment placed his hand to his face and rubbed his face for a second. "When I'm finished with you half the problem is solved, then hard decision have to be considered about what to do about the other half or you will just fall back in to your ways. You will always need a strong hand to guide you." "Answer me this, what is your aversion to sex?" he asked as he bored his eyes on her intently looking in her as much as at her. He waited for 10 seconds then 20 still no answer "Answer me cunt!" he said in his harsh and authoritative voice. "I do not have an aversion to sex, Sir!" She answered. "Then why do you not fuck your husband more?" "Well I ... um..." She stammered and stuttered and tried to answer. "Shut up cunt you don't even know! So don't give me an answer that you make up out of thin air I hate fucking lies. Do you want me to tell you the answer bitch?" she shook her head yes "You want him to grow a pair of fucking balls and just take, demand it! The same reason you fain disgust at oral. Have you ever sucked a cock?" Her head wagged side to side slowly no "Taken it up the ass?" again her head motioned no "Didn't think so and I bet you are more than a little curious about oral and anal." Her head nodded yes. He looked around the room and suddenly there came the slightest smile to his face. He looked at her and spoke in a soft voice that had a deceptively tend tone to it. "Now you will learn when to open your mouth and what for." He said this and stood and walked to her. The big man moved to the door they had entered by. She knew it was still dark outside all she had to do was get outside and she could hide from them. Her mind was working if the big boy was guarding the main door maybe the other door was the way to go. The smaller man moved to her and quickly undid the restraints on her feet and then her hands. She sprang to her feet and pushed on the man in front of her and bounded to toward the other door. She was almost to the second door when something hit her back and she sprawled out over the floor. The smaller man was now on top of her pinning her down; she realized he must have been what hit her. "That was a mistake" he said with a flat emotionless voice "You want to see what is behind that door do you?" he grabbed her hair and quickly yanked her up off the rough wood floor. Harshly he guided her with her hair as his tiller he pushed her toward the door. If she began to move fast than he deemed necessary he would yank back on her head. Once she was in front of the door he growled at her "Open the fucking door bitch cunt!" She opened the door on what appeared to be a small closet. His hand let go of her hair and he kicked her in the back so quickly she lurched forward in to the confines of the small room. She hit the back wall with a thud and quickly felt his boot kick her again on her ass this time. She then felt a hard hit of his flat hand on her ass. His strong hands grabbed her shoulders and spun her around. She stood facing him now and his hand quickly struck her across the face with the hardest slap she thought she ever had. He followed it up with three more slaps. She collapsed to her knees clutching her stinging face as tears again began to stream down her face. His hand grabbed the hair of head again and he dragged her out. "NO, no, no you will not act like a pampered or privileged movie heroine you will not make futile attempts to escape or you will be treated as an unruly child. Thomas sit in the chair and spank this bad little girl" so Thomas sat in the chair and the man pulled her to Thomas who put her across his knee. Thomas quickly pulled the belt from his pants and used it on her ass. "Count it out Thomas 40 of them!" And so it began that Thomas brought the belt down on her ass "1, 2, 3, 4, 5... 40" he beat her ass with the belt threw the material hard enough that she felt each seem of the skirt branding in to her flesh, she even the fishnet as they made their marks on her ass. After he was done Thomas dumped her on the floor and the smaller man pounced on her again this time he shoved a knife in her face. She froze with total fear. Had she gone too far? Would he exercise the third option he had made reference to? She felt the cold steel on her skin as the man deftly worked the knife on her clothing till it lay round her tattered on the floor and she was stark naked. He had even cut off the stockings and her thong. Thomas grabbed her feet and dragged her to one side of the room the hard wood floors felt odd as she passed over them. Then she felt the rope as he fastened the corded contraption to her ankles and then he bound her hands behind her back as well. Her hands were behind her back now and she felt her feet being pulled upward. She heard a squeaking sound as her body was raised up inverted toward the heavens. Her head was about 3 feet off the floor now and the man stood in front of her. Thomas adjusted the rope until her mouth was crotch high. "That will do nicely Thomas thank you!" The man worked his pants unzipping and then working until his fat cock sprang out "Open wide cunt or I will beat the fucking shit out of you." She dutifully opened her mouth and the man putting one hand on the hair of her head began to make her mouth move over his cock. He forced it deep in her mouth and would shack her head or move it fast or slow at his description. He played roughly with her tits with his other hand while he abused her face with his cock. Thomas began to play with himself "I get to do her right?" Thomas asked in a sheepish manner. "Not now Thomas but yes later you can do her." The shorter man told him. "In her ass right? I love fucking a cunt in her ass man!" Thomas asked. "That is right in the ass!" The shorter man then looked at Thomas and Thomas quickly shut up knowing the look. He moved her head over his cock violently as she gagged and spit out volumes of thick nasty spittle. Loud slurping and gagging sounds emitted from her mouth the sounds excited Thomas and he quickly lost his load spilling it on the floor in front of him. The shorter man continued his facial assault of the woman. He enjoyed this kind of face fucking and enjoyed her being a mouth virgin and he doing her face as the first! After a long time the shorter man began to spill his seed in the woman's mouth and cum joined in with the spittle that was spewing out of her mouth. He stopped after he fucked her mouth for another two or three minute period after he had cum. He walked out of the room leaving her hang there. Thomas followed the master out and she hung there cum on her face running out of her mouth. The thick stream of cum and spittle ran down on her nose, in her nostrils, in to her eyes and with some of the thick spunk going across her forehead. She hung there for about 3 or 4 minuets and then she said "Hey!" at the top of her voice. The short man returned grabbing a crop from the wall he walked over and grasping the crop with both hands began to beat her across the chest and back as she swung around. "Learn to keep your mouth shut cunt!" he said as he beat her. He beat her but not hard it was just short storks with out any particular effort to really inflect pain. Though it was quite painful she realized it was no where near as hard as he could have beaten her. He left her hanging there upside down with a few large red marks on her back and chest and belly. She cried the pain was intense but yet a very satisfying feeling filled her. The burning of her wounds felt comfortable in a strange way. The only thing that bothered her was how bad she must look right now. She so hated to look back. After a few minutes the bigger man walked in and uncovered the mirror and moved it over in front of her. He then left and she slowly turned round and round looking at herself. With each twist or turn she would keep her self in view as long as she could. It actually terrified her to see the way she looked and improbably pleased as well giving off a strange sense of satisfaction. She wondered how long she would hang here like this. She was curious about what was next! 4394 1.33/512345