The Breaking of Tracy part 9

The Breaking of Tracy
part 9
Tracy Breaks

I need to find a woman. A very specific woman. A young Japanese woman that speaks fluent Chinese and English. I take woman and turn them into slaves, it’s my passion. And my business. My current client is a man of taste who has purchased from me in the past. Each request has gotten more specific and hard to find. Mr. Zheng is a captain of industry in China. He’s also a racist misogynist. He wants his own Japanese slave girl he can Torture and humiliate for years. I’ll need to find a girl with an entitled attitude that he can Rape out of her, but one who is not as smart as him. Mr. Zheng has anger issues, I don’t want to give him a slave that will smart mouth him without thinking and get killed. It would be bad for business. I need a mufti-lingual Japanese Kardashian, if you will. I know where to find girls that fit his needs. But extracting one will be difficult. Her Death will most likely need to be faked.

For 13 hours I’ve been in my study, putting a file together. I send it off to my head kidnapper, Cole. It will go like this, back and forth emails for the next month until an appropriate candidate and plan are in place. Then she will be taken. Taken and nd brought to here, to me, on my estate. She will be broken and beaten until her will breaks and she submits. She will be given to Mr. Zheng who will then rape and torture her for years. Perhaps decades. And one day he will kill her.

I love my work.

I touch a remote in my robe pocket. Half a minute later I begin to hear the sounds of a limping gate from the hallway. My study door opens and in walks Baby, my aid. The former ad executive is normally a beauty. But the beating I gave her the other night has left a mess of her. One eye is swollen shut, her lip is split and her body is covered in welts, bite marks and purple bruises. She has her her blond hair combed to hide the side of her face and the worst of her bruising on her face. There is nothing she can do to hide the bruising on her body. She is only allowed to wear garters, stockings and a thong, allowing nearly every inch of her beating be shown to the world. Her large, D breasts heave. She had run as best she could to get here quickly. As she should.

“You will accompany me to the novice room.” I tell her, drinking the broken and beaten sight of her in. “I am going to rape my new toy, possibly very brutally and I want you to tie her up for me. Then you I want you to go get a cow ready, I’ll call when I want it brought in.” I think for a moment. It’s time. “Afterwards I want you to have the house tip top, I and Rapewhore will be returning to the above estate later.”

She nods. With great effort she speaks through swollen lips. “Yesh daddy.”

I stand and walk passed her into the hall. Baby struggles to keep up, her 8” heels and ankle cuffs make it hard for her to move. Baby is a well trained slave and knows to keep up as best she can, even at the risk of falling over. She understand that I’d rather see her fall and hurt herself than be inconvenienced a moment by her walking slowly. She has had practice and keeps up well enough and does not fall.

I make my way down the stairs leading to the dungeons. Twenty feet down the stairs and at the end of a short hallway stands the large wooden door leading to the dungeon and a Whore. My beautiful latex clothed Whores are the three slaves I’ve placed in charge of the dungeons. Whore 3 stands at attention. The full latex body suite she wears tightly hugs every inch of her body, leaving only her eyes, mouth and breasts exposes. Whore 3 was a 23 year old farmer’s daughter from Iowa. I’d once seen her in the background of a news report and been captivated by her. I’d had her tracked down and abducted, made to look like she had run away from home. Eight years she has been here. She learned well and was risen up from a common slave to one of the head staff on the estate. But she wasn’t beautiful anymore. Her face had been ruined during one of my get togethers. So I made her a Whore. The latex mask hides her face and makes her look beautiful in a new way.

I don’t stop to speak with her as she silently opens the door for me and Baby. The dark walls of the dungeon bounce the sound of our footsteps. In the novice room, within the depths of my slave dungeons, I’m sure Tracy can hear our approach. She surely fears my approach, but she will remain waiting for me as I’ve instructed. Yesterday I was gentle with her. But she knows that I won’t always be gentle with her. I’ve tortured her a little already. It’s been foreplay. I’ve made her mine. Now it is time to mark my property. I will degrade her and she will take it.

I open the door to the novice room. Tracy stands nude in the middle of the room holding her arms behind her back. She flinches. She’s resigning herself to the situation but is still afraid and disgusted. Good. I want her skin to crawl at the sight of me. My personal slave is a special thing. They have to obey but still feel the desperation of their situation. Only through repeated attacks and violations will they eventually desensitize themselves. If I’m lucky, it could be years before I replace Tracy as my personal slave. Then another girl will take her place and I’ll move Tracy to another role. Perhaps a Whore or a Headmistress. Tracy will be my ninth personal slave. If I am right about her, she will be the slave I measure all other slave’s worth by.

I move into the room. Behind me Baby enters. Tracy does her best to keep her eyes straight, but I can tell that she sees what I’ve done to Baby from the way her eyes widen in horror. A shiver runs down her spine and creeps along her skin. She is repulsed at the site and afraid of what will be done to her. As she should be.

I hear Baby close the door and move to my side, taking up a similar stance as Tracy. The three of us stand together like that, Tracy shivering in fear, Baby still with beaten in obedience and me, master of both. I become erect, the blood flowing to my cock. Only when it is fully erect, pulsing greedily. do I speak.

“Standing vertical spread. By the right ankle, neck and hair. Arms behind her back and a bar between her knees. Now.”

Baby immediately moves to a cupboard off to the side of the novice room. From it she takes various lengths of ropes out. She returns to Tracy and begins to tie her. Tracy obeys every movement Baby makes of her. Baby takes Tracy’s arm, Tracy lets Baby take her arm. Baby loops lengths of rope in and around it in intricate patterns, Tracy lets her. Baby knows the patterns and techniques by heart, never hesitating. It really is a beautiful talent, the ability to bind someone so. I make sure all slaves in positions of authority of other slaves know these techniques. I want my toys wrapped as beautifully as possible before I rape or kill them.

In time Tracy’s arms are bound to each other behind her back. Should she struggle they would remain in place without give. But Tracy does not struggle. Soon I will take her and it will be glorious to experience as she lets me. Baby begins binding Tracy in more rope. A loop over he shoulders and back to her forearms. A loop around her throat and back around her forearms. For an instant Tracy loses all composure and begins to panic. The sensation of the rope being placed around her neck causes her to nearly lose herself. But the moment passes and she remains as calm as she can. There is a pleading look left in her eyes afterwards that does not go away. My heart goes out to her for a moment, the poor thing, so beautiful does she look. Her chest heaves as her breathing quickens. The moment of her rape is close at hand. The anticipation of the molestation must be sending her adrenaline through the roof.

Baby gathers Tracy’s hair into a ponytail before tying it, too, with rope. Again the rope is looped through the ties on her arms. Baby spends time looping the new piece of rope in with the other around her arms before letting the length drop. She walks over to a control hanging near the wall and thumbs the button. A whirring sounds from above as a winch descends from the ceiling. Baby stops it’s descent close to Tracy’s head and returns to the girl. Taking the rope up again she begins tying the end off to the winch, making sure to leave slack. It seems a fleeting moment before Baby returns to the control and raises the winch. The slacks lessens then disappears. Taught, the rope begins to pull Tracy’s arms up. Baby stops the winch perfectly. From the angle Baby can not see, but the first inkling of a wince on Tracy’s face coincided with the winch stopping. I train my girls so well.

Most of Tracy’s weight will be held up by her arms, which will pull painfully up behind her, and by her hair, which will be yanked up. A little weight will be taken by the shoulders which will have the single thread of rope dig painfully into her. Lastly the rope around her throat does not actually bear any weigh, but the tension from everything else will pull it tight to her neck. It won’t suffocate her but Tracy it will feel like it does.

Baby flips a small switch and thumbs another button, moving another winch across the room closer to Tracy. The winches run on a crisscrossing track around the room, allowing me to quickly tress my slaves up as I see fit. Baby stops the winch to the right of Tracy, about a foot and a half away from the first.

My trained aid stops the winch and returns to Tracy. Taking more rope she bends down, careful not to fall in her high heels or anklets. At Tracy’s legs she begins binding her right ankle. Much like before Baby returns to the control and lowers the winch before attaching the rope to it. Raising the winch spreads Tracy’s legs. This time Baby over estimates Tracy’s threshold and only stops upon hearing an audible cry of pain.

Balanced unevenly, Tracy wobbles. The ropes hold her well without much circulation loss. I think I can keep her like this for at least 8 hours if I wanted to. She’ll most likely only be in it for one or two.

Baby goes off to a bench rack in the corner and selects a bar with straps on either end and a wrench.