Breaking the Girl Day 3 - Sunday
Ellie didn’t sleep that night. She lay in the same spot, working fingers, pens, anything she could find inside herself. She fingered her tight little asshole for the first time, thinking nothing of it, as she edged and edged and edged, keeping eye contact with the desperate slut in the mirror. Flicking her clit ring and sending herself to ridiculous heights of pleasure, she knew she was in control. Her reflection begged for release but she wouldn’t let it. She was better than that.
As the sun came up, the exhausted girl removed her hands from her swollen, soaked pussy and padded off to find me. Surely this would prove that she couldn’t be broken, she thought, as she attempted to pay attention to what she was doing instead of the hum coming from her exposed clit.
I pretended to be impressed as she recounted her evening. No orgasms? You might just be too much for me! I chuckled, smiling to myself that she hadn’t even wiped her juices from her hands before confronting me.
I suggested to her halfheartedly that I ‘thought of a way’ to break her last night. She scoffed at me, telling me it was too late and I’d never win. But for some reason she still let me tie her up. She chuckled condescendingly as I slid a slim vibrator into her asshole. She rolled her eyes as I put a vibrating egg inside her soaking pussy and clipped a tiny bullet toy to her clit ring.
This would never work, she was far beyond me sexually, she claimed as I tied the gag in place and stood up to admire my handiwork. She huffed haughtily, as if to ask “is that all?”
I smiled, pushed 3 buttons on three different remotes, and left for a walk on the beach.
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I returned two hours later to a drooling, incoherent mess. The carpet was soaked with pussy juice in every direction. Her eyes were unfocused, her nipples were straining so hard I thought they might pop.
This little bitch had done most of my work for me. She’d spent 2 nights conditioning herself with only the slightest push. After revving herself so high, her brain couldn’t handle this kind on intensity. I removed her gag and asked her what she thought about all this and was met with only grunts, moans, cute little whines and screams. I smiled as I pulled out my cock, now much larger than she would remember it being, and shoved it down her throat.
Thinking back, Ellie is the girl that first made me think of adding a new g-spot to a woman. As I fucked her throat, actually enjoying this sluts body for the first time all weekend, I reached out with my mind once again. I rewired her brain to believe the back of her throat housed a little sensitive zone just like the one in her cunt. I immediately noticed the difference as she went from choking to suddenly enthusiastically thrusting back towards me.
I smiled. Id definitely won the bet. She was gone.
Untying her, I removed the egg from her pussy and roughly shoved my cock in to replace it. She was in a state if continuous orgasm, clenching around me, squirting juices, too immersed in pleasure to even realize how hard she was thrusting back against me.
I felt myself about to cum…. Actually cum. Not the pretend orgasms I’d been giving her to grow her confidence. The combination of her tight pussy, her warm throat and her current mental state was getting to my head. On an impulse, in the heights of ecstasy, I reached into her brain and soaked her taste centers with cum. I poured a lake of cum into the tiny piece of brain meant to distinguish flavors, ruining it beyond repair.
In the years since, I’ve refrained from transforming someone I’m currently fucking. I must have gotten a little carried away and fried her taste receptors, because as I pulled out and came she acted like Id showered her in chocolate cocaine.
I looked down at the little broken slut, guzzling cum like she was starving, and snapped a photo for proof.
Girl Broken. Flawless Victory.