Lovingly Broken

This story is part of the Hummingbirds gameplay experience.

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Total darkness surrounded Gillian as she vainly attempted to move her body. Yet, the obscurity was not natural; the warm air around her mouth indicated that her head had to be blanketed with what she thought to be a black satin bag. This was in strong contrast with the feeling she was getting from the rest of her body; her skin was covered in goose bumps, the result of her naked flesh exposed for all to see.

A feline voice caused her to shiver as she moved her head around, shocked by the reverberation and the lack of visual cues. “Finally awake, are we? Good. For a moment, I thought that David had overdosed you on fentanyl. I was about to inject you with some naloxone, but I’m glad to see you came back to your senses.”

Gillian recognized that voice: Antonia, of course. The proud redhead chose to remain defiant, nonetheless. “What is this about? We had a deal!”

Antonia was not one to let her preys talk back without consequences. Still, she replied with an amused tone as the furious Scottish gal attempted to spite her from a vulnerable position. “Well, I have altered the deal… pray I don’t alter it any further.”

Unfortunately, the smug smile on Antonia’s face quickly turned upside down, and her eyes rolled back at her prisoner’s answer: “What are you talking about?”

Antonia was briefly upset, and not only by Gillian’s cultural oversight. “You were not supposed to tell anyone about the work you had undertaken. Instead, you went behind my back and planned this idiotic public demonstration.

I had vouched for you, and this is how you thank me?”

The brunette didn’t wait for an answer: a sharp scream could suddenly be heard in the room; Gillian vainly tried to move her legs around, though they were shackled to strong metal rings on the floor. Stuck face down on an elegant leather vaulting horse, the redhead could do nothing but wince as a precise blow had landed on her exposed left bum cheek. A similar spank quickly followed, this time striking her other side. Attempts to move her hands were in vain, they too were chained on the edges of the bondage furniture.

Antonia had found back her happy mood; she was beginning to feel a familiar tingle in her private area as her captive prey could do nothing but groan from her futile attempts to escape. “I’m sorry Gillian; I can’t tolerate such behavior from you – not anymore, at least. So, do try and take your punishment like a grown-up, would you?”

Her young partner was about to reply when bright lights suddenly blinded her; the bag covering her head had been removed. Dazed by this surprising turn of events, she could not resist as Antonia pulled down on her jaw; the redhead was already fitted with a big mushy ball gag before she could comprehend what was happening. The elaborate design of this simple leather instrument, which crossed over her face in the shape of a triangle and locked behind her head, insured she could do nothing to pull it off.

Antonia could not prevent herself from licking her lips as she took a step back to admire her work. Poor Gillian was all naked and trussed, with no room to move from her position. Thus, the brunette seized the moment; she carelessly let her right hand go down in between her captive’s butt cheeks. The Scottish maiden kept her eyes closed, slightly humiliated as her abductor casually started to rub two fingers on her exposed flower.

Gillian was not happy, though her groans were now mostly muffled by the plastic ball in her mouth. The rubbery taste of the object was horrible, she thought, and the device was already starting to strain her jaw.

Despite this, she did have the chance to better understand what was going on; she could now observe her environment. What she saw, however, did not fill her with much hope: she was most likely held in Antonia’s private dungeon. The chamber, indeed built within the basement of her captor’s villa, was painted on each side with a deep burgundy color.

Gillian started to feel resigned as she observed the walls of the room; they were adorned with an assortment of bondage and sadomasochism gear. Antonia herself was sporting an elaborate black leather corset, which gave her the allure of an experienced dominatrix. In all truth, she most probably was.

The redhead’s musing didn’t last long, however. Antonia’s fingers were slowly breaking away her ultimate line of defense as she futilely attempted to remain stoic. The elaborate masturbation technique of her captor, whose digits she had coated in her own moist pussy, was finally starting to overcome Gillian’s resistance. The incessant scrubbing of her clitoris, which was plainly engorged, was going to make her come imminently. Little did she know that her puffy cunt, now intermittently pulsing, was soon about to be invaded.

Gillian, now fully lost in the pleasure of amounting orgasm, had no warning when Antonia’s artificial shaft, a strap-on, impaled her exposed pussy in one swift movement. The brunette almost came from the feeling of power she experienced as the bound redhead soon started trashing under her, lost within the pleasure of this conquering act.

Antonia was now loudly laughing as she securely held the hips of the younger woman, and slowly pistoned away. Her dildo, more than nine inches long, was adorned with spiraling ridges that were sure to make contact with the soft cavernous flesh of her partner’s vagina. At that point, she could not prevent herself from gloating as Gillian’s private area, now overly sensitive, was stimulated beyond reason.

Now, the dominant brunette could feel a strong rising orgasm building within her as she quickened the pace of her violation. The device she adorned was specifically crafted to reverberate the effect of its penetrative movements; her clitoris was on the verge of explosion. She started swearing as she experienced the first waves of pleasure mounting. “Oh yeah, bitch, I’m about to get there – I’m going to come by fucking you. Yes, yes…”

Antonia stayed silent as she violently pulled on Gillian’s hair, forcing the younger woman to arch her back and remain immobile. Engulfed in a river of bliss, the brunette could not prevent herself from emitting a long guttural sound as her hips, glued to the redhead's backside, started to involuntary shake.

As a true dominant sadist, Antonia derived the most pleasure from the feeling of control she held over her partners; Gillian did not disappoint in that aspect. Still, her motherly instinct soon came back to life as she recovered from her orgasm; she began to gently pet the fiery hair of her mistreated concubine. “I’m proud of you, Gillian; you did great. Here, let me coat you with this oil, it will make you feel better.”

The turnabout surprised Gillian, though she happily welcomed it; she slowly started to experience some tenderness for, and from her captor. The cool digits around her privates quickly soothed her bruised flesh, and soft kisses on her back melted away most of the anger she kept hidden in her subconscious mind. Somehow, she now felt cared for, protected in a vulnerable moment. Obviously, she had never endured the powerful effects of subspace before.

Antonia unbuckled the leather gag and lightly kissed Gillian’s upper lip; her younger companion slowly started to move her sore jaw. An experienced domina, the brunette knew that true control arose from a mix of emotions; pain and humiliation was to be followed by tender aftercare. This way, the submissive partner will eventually come to identify with the dominant, not unlike a twist on the Stockholm syndrome.

Yes, Gillian was about to be lovingly broken, and only then could she fully go back to her previous life.