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This story is about the breaking of Dr. Ann Ferret. Ann was 26 and had a doctorate in chemistry. She worked for a start up in Silicon Valley and earned over $2000 a week.
Ann could be described as intelligent smart but money stupid. She rented an apartment in a fancy singles development – swimming pool, gym, sauna, and tennis court – drove an expensive sports car, brought good clothes and jewellery and went to expensive restaurants and fitness clubs. Her high salary vanished as soon as she received it.
Physically she was reasonably attractive – not a beauty but certainly not ugly. 5 feet 3 inches, 120 pounds, long light brown hair and dark brown eyes, about a 34 26 34 figure.
She was still a virgin at 26. She wasn’t a lesbian but something about the idea of lying naked under a man turned her off. Her married girl friends and sexually active single friends told her she missing out on a source of great pleasure but she just couldn’t make herself try it.
She was willing to date occasionally. Why not? The man would buy her a good dinner and take her to an expensive show and all she had to do in return was give him a chaste goodnight kiss at her doorway. That was all Ann would do even on a second or third date. She was never asked for a fourth date and had the reputation of being cold and something of a gold digger.
Ann’s problems began when the start up went bankrupt and she couldn’t find a new job. Unemployment insurance didn’t come anywhere near meeting her outlays and she soon maxed out her credit cards. One day she noticed a shop front money lender. She checked the loan contract and smiled to herself. She knew a bit of commercial law and realized that the contract was illegal. No court would enforce it. So she borrowed $5000 with no intention of paying it back.
She made 2 payments and then stopped paying. The company sent her letters that she read and threw away. Then she started getting phone calls but she hung up as soon as they asked for money. This went on for several months while the interest mounted and mounted.
Ann liked to keep fit and enjoyed an hour’s jog in the neighbourhood park. She preferred early mornings, it was cooler and there was less traffic. Her customary jogging costume was a sweatshirt and track pants, her hair in a ponytail and a light backpack to hold her purse and a bottle of water.
She was jogging one morning and had reached an isolated section of the park when she noticed two black men jogging toward her. She gave them a friendly wave as they approached and moved to the side of the track so they could pass her. But, as they passed, one of them grabbed her ponytail and the other pulled out a large hunting knife.
“Just be quiet and you won’t get your throat cut.”
They searched her backpack, found her wallet, and looked at her driver’s license.
“It says Ann Ferret – that’s the right name and address. Our Boss wants to talk to you about the money you owe him.”
One of the men made a quick cell phone call “Come and pick us up” and a van soon arrived. It had no windows in the side or back. The two men made her climb in back and lie on her stomach on the floor. They tied her hands behind her, gagged her with duct tape and slipped a cloth hood over her head.
The van drove around for what she guessed was 30 minutes. When she was finally released, she was inside a garage and had no idea of her location. The men each took an arm and walked her up a hallway and forced her into a room. There was a middle aged, well-dressed white man sitting at a desk. He looked like an ordinary businessman.
“Ah yes. You are Dr Ann Ferret?”
“Who are you? You’ve no right to kidnap me!”
One of her guards twisted her arm up her back.
“Answer yes or no. Are you Dr. Ann Ferret?”
“OW! Let me go!”
Her other arm was twisted.
“Answer yes or no. Are you Dr. Ann Ferret?”
“Yes, now let me go!”
Both arms were twisted higher.
“You are only allowed to say Yes or No. Nothing else. Are you Dr. Ann Ferret?”
“Yes.”
Her arms were released.
The man at the desk (the Boss) showed her the loan contract.
“Did you sign this?”
“Yes and the contract is illegal and no court will enforce it!”
Both her arms were twisted.
“I told you that you are only allowed to say yes or no. Be careful not to annoy me.”
“Did you sign these?”
“Yes.”
Her arms were released.
“You’ve been out of work for 6 months. Do you have any job offers?”
“No.”
“Your debt is now up to 20 thousand dollars. Can you pay it?”
“No.”
“Hmm, an attractive young woman can always make money. Take off your clothes and show us what you have to offer.”
“No way! That’s an outrageous demand and I won’t do it!”
“Take her away and convince her.”
Her two guards pulled her to another room where her hands were handcuffed behind her back, and a rope was hooked to the handcuffs. Pulling on the rope raised her arms behind her back so that she was soon standing on tiptoes. She did a lot of screaming while the guards leaned against the wall casually smoking. The screams turned to pleas that the guards ignored. Finally the pleas turned to moans and sobs. Then the guards moved.
One guard covered her mouth with a large hand; the other squeezed her nose shut.
When she was allowed to breathe , a guard said “30 seconds” and her nose was closed again.
When she was allowed air, she heard “45 seconds”, followed by a still long interval of no air, followed by another release “60 seconds”.
When they reached “90 seconds”, the guard added, “You’re starting to turn blue. Do you want to try for 120 seconds?”
She shook her head.
Her breasts were making bulges in her sweatshirt. The guard put his hands on top of the bulges and said, “You are not allowed to speak. Push against my hand to say yes. Swing you hips to say no. Now say yes.”
She pushed her breasts against his hands and was told “Harder. That wasn’t convincing.”
She tried again and the hand over her mouth was removed.
“Remember, don’t speak and you can only say yes or no by using body language. Do you understand?”
She pushed her breasts hard against the hands.
“When we take you back to the Boss, he will give orders which you must obey. Understood?”
She signalled yes.
“No protests, no tears, no hesitation. Complete obedience. Understood?”
She signalled yes again.
“No talking unless asked a direct question. And then only reply yes or no. Understood?”
She pressed her breasts against his hands.
“Be warned, break any of the rules and you’ll be back here getting a beating. It will be much more painful than what we did. Are you ready to go back and strip for the Boss?”
She signalled yes.
She was let down and the handcuffs removed. The guards took her to a different room. She found herself on a small stage about 3 feet above floor level. There was a circle painted on the stage and an open box in one rear corner.
The Boss was sitting in front of the stage and there were 2 white men with him. The guards took her to the circle, told her to stand there and then they joined the 3 men in the audience. All the men except the Boss were young and healthy. Most of them were over 6 feet tall and looked very strong. She was facing what could have been part of a college football team.
The Boss began to speak.
“You will stand in the circle and I will tell you to remove one item of clothing. You will then carry it back to the box and come back to the circle. This will end with you standing stark naked in the circle. I will then give you orders to display yourself so that we can examine all your body – you will be allowed no secrets and no modesty.”
“After the display, the boys will feel you up.”
“Remember, no refusal, no tears, no protests. Any disobedience and you will learn what its like to be beaten with a leather strap.”
“Begin by removing one shoe and taking it to the box.”
She removed a shoe and took it to the box behind her.
She was soon barefoot and received the first of the orders she was dreading.
“Take off your sweatshirt.”
When it was off, she was told, “Too fast, put it back on and take it off slowly and seductively. You are trying to excite us.”
She put it back on and then slowly pulled the bottom up over her bra making sure that she arched her body as she removed the shirt.
“Ok – that’s a start. Take it back to the box and come back to the circle.”
“Now take off your track pants. Slowly!”
She did as she was told and was standing before them wearing only panties and bra. They had been chosen for jogging and were plain white. Not sexy but not what she wanted to wear in front of 5 strange men.
“Are you a virgin?”
She blushed and replied, “Yes.”
“You’ll have to prove it later and will be punished if you lied. Now take off your bra and drop it on the floor.”
She slowly unhooked it and let it fall to her feet.
“Get down on your hands and knees, pick it up with your teeth, then stand up, put your hands behind your back, and carry it in your teeth to the box.”
When she had dropped her bra in the box, she was told, “Keep your hands behind your back, face us, and walk back slowly. Try to make your breasts shake as you walk.”
She complied and stood, trembling a little in the circle, wearing nothing but thin white panties.
“Slowly take off your panties. Let them fall to the floor. Kneel, pick them up in your teeth and crawl to the box on your hands and knees.”
She started to crawl.
“Slower and spread your legs. Your knees are too close together. Remember, no modesty allowed.”
She reached the box and let her panties fall into it.
“Now stand up, raise your hands over your head, palms together, and walk back to the circle.”
She bit her lips to keep from sobbing and obeyed.
“That wasn’t sexy enough, crawl back and when you reach the box stand up and repeat the walk, this time swinging your hips.”
She wanted to protest and cry but she knew that would only result in more pain. So she obeyed – reluctantly – but she did as she was told.
When she was back in the circle, the Boss said:
“Hands behind your back and spread your legs. Wider – shoulder wide – remember no modesty allowed. Listen carefully. You are to pretend you are working in a strip club. There are 20 or 30 men looking at your naked body. Any man can rent you, $20 for 20 minutes using any of your holes – pussy or ass or mouth. You have a quota of $200 per shift and if you don’t make it, your pimp will beat you. The club is closing soon and you’ve only made $180. You want one of us to rent you. Display yourself and move around the stage as erotically as you can.”
Poor Ann was desperately controlling her urge to scream or cry or cover herself. But she remembered the pain in her shoulders and knew that giving way to her panic would just make things worse. There was something to be said for being trained as a chemist – working around things that could go BOOM was good training in controlling fear and avoiding panic.
But she wasn’t sure what was required. She’d never been in a strip club and never seen a naked woman try to arouse a man. The she remembered the words “no secrets, no modesty, all your holes pussy or ass or mouth.”
She put her hands behind her neck and took a deep breath to make her breasts stand out. Then she bent backwards trying to bring her pussy into view. She slowly straightened up and turned around and bent forwards to display her ass. Next she began to walk around the stage shaking her hips and breasts. The men began giving her orders.
“Put your hands under your tits. Now hold your tits out to us. Offer them to us!”
“Run your palms down your sides – pretend a man is stroking you.”
“Run the fingers of one hand through your bush and down to your pussy lips.”
“Now use the other hand to play with your tits. Play with your nipples. Try to get them erect!”
“Lie down on your back, spread your legs and play with your self.”
“Pretend there is a man on top of you. Move your hips and legs!”
“Get on your knees, hands behind your neck, crawl to the circle.”
“Stand up, hands behind your neck, legs spread.”
The men had a conversation – loud enough for her to follow.
“Not too bad for a beginner – her pimp can train her. But I think nipple rings with bells hanging from them would make her performance much better.”
“True, but her bush is too sloppy. She doesn’t even trim it.”
“Maybe shave her and put in a clit ring?”
“How about a collar and cuff her hands to it? Keep her fully exposed and unable to protect herself?”
Finally, the Boss told her: “Sit on the edge of the stage. Lie down with your hips over the edge. Now raise your knees. Pull them back toward your breasts. Wrap your arms under your knees and pull them way up.”
She lay there with her knees up and felt fingers spreading her pussy lips.
“Get the flashlight over here. Yes, I can see her cherry – it hasn’t been popped. Anyone else want to look?”
She felt more fingers on her pussy lips. Then the fingers were inside her and touching her clit.
“She’s tight and dry. Needs loosening up.”
The Boss told her to let her knees down and get off the stage. The Boss was still sitting but the other four men had formed a line across the room.
“Go to the man on the far left. Stand in front of him with your legs wide apart and your hands behind your neck. Don’t speak and don’t move out of that position unless told to move.”
The man began to run his hands over her. He started by stroking her hair, then down her cheeks to her neck and down to her breasts. He ran his hands over both breasts and gently played with her nipples. Then one hand went behind her back and began running down her spine. The other hand moved down her side to her hip, then back up over her stomach and down the other side. He ran both hands down her legs to her knees and then up along the inside of her thighs. He finished his exploration by putting a finger inside her pussy and playing with her clit. His free hand was stroking her nipples.
He took his hands away and told her “Turn around so your back is toward me.”
When she did that, he put one arm around her so that he was holding a breast and slipped his other hand between her legs so that her sex was cupped in his palm and his fingers were in her bush. There was a flash of light and someone said, “Nice shot – it will look good on the net.”
She was released and told to go to the next man and assume the same position. He repeated the exploration, but when he had his finger inside her, he used his free hand to pull her against him. He gave her a long, lingering kiss full on her mouth and then moved his kisses down her neck to her breasts. He licked and kissed her breasts and sucked on her nipples while he rubbed her clit.
“She’s still dry. Maybe she doesn’t like tenderness. Go to the next man.”
The third man repeated the exploration but finished by working two fingers into her pussy.
He warned her “Remember, don’t make a sound!” and then used his free hand to abuse her breasts. He pinched her tender flesh, pulled and twisted her nipples, cupped his hands around her breast and squeezed hard.
“She’s still dry. Go to the next man.”
The fourth man told her, “Lower your hands but keep them behind your back.”
“Ok, cuff her and hold her.”
Handcuffs were fitted over her wrists and the third man stood behind her, holding her upper arms.
The fourth man said, “You can scream all you want.”
The fourth man slapped her face hard on both cheeks. He followed that by slapping her breasts, right, left, right, left … until they turned red. It must have hurt, she was screaming and crying.
He sat down and she was positioned face down across his lap. This allowed him to spank her ass but he complained that his hand was beginning to ache.
“Anyone have a leather strap?”
He was handed a strip of leather about a food long and half an inch wide. Applying this to her ass produced more screams and pleas for mercy.
The order “spread her legs” resulted in hands grabbing her ankles and pulling her legs wide apart – almost at right angles to her body. The strap applied to her inner thighs and pussy lips resulted in even louder screams and wild sobbing.
When the beating was finished, she was dumped on the floor and allowed to lie there sobbing. Her rest break was terminated by a kick in the hips and a command to get on her knees. She was slow to respond but a hand in her hair pulled her to her knees facing the fourth man. He had his pants unzipped and his cock out.
“Open your mouth and suck it!”
She hesitated and he flicked the strap against her nipple. “Do you want another pussy whipping?”
She opened her mouth and was told “wider and don’t even think about biting. Unless you want us to pull some of your teeth with a pair of pliers.”
His cock went into her wide-open mouth; he grabbed her hair on both sides of her head and ran it along his cock. “Shape your lips so they rub my cock. And use your tongue.”
He kept her head moving slowly back and forth, burying her nose in his crotch at one end and barely keeping the tip of his cock in her lips at the other end. When he came, his cock was deep in her mouth and she had to swallow his cum.
“You’re learning, slut. Stay on your knees and crawl to the next man.”
This one was standing and had dropped his pants so he was naked from the waist down.
“This time you do the work. Begin by licking and kissing my cock.”
She bent forward and started by kissing the base of his shaft, working up until she was kissing the tip. Then she began to lick.
“Lick slower and do the whole length. To the base and back. When you’re back to the tip, put it between your lips.”
“Now move your head so it slides all the way in and almost out again. Never let it get all the way out.”
She did as she was told and also kept her tongue touching the shaft as it slid in and out.
Since she was doing the work, the man was free to use his hands to fondle her breasts. He wasn’t gentle; he squeezed them in rhythm with her head strokes. When he felt himself coming, he told her “Be sure to swallow it all.”
“All right, crawl to the third man.”
This one was also standing without pants.
“Begin by licking and kissing my balls, then work on my cock. You know how to do that.
She spent some time working over his sack and then went on to work his cock. When it was rigid and swollen, she took it in her mouth and ran it in and out. Eventually he came and she swallowed everything.
“Go on to the fourth man.”
When she reached him, he told her “Show us that you’ve learned how to give blow jobs. Do it slowly and properly.”
Once his cock was fully in her mouth, he took a handful of hair and bent her head back. That let him slide his cock down her throat until she started gagging. He pulled out just enough to let her breath, then thrust in again. When his cock started throbbing, all his cum went straight down her throat.
At the end, the Boss said “That’s one hole, she still has two to go. Take her away and open her up.”
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To be continued if there is enough interest.
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