: Beating and deepthroat training

Megan strains to see through streaming hot tears; the glare of the basement's light bulb highlighting just how dusty the room is, and beyond the small cone of light and the looming figure of Ross there are only dark corners. No windows for ventilation, she's sweating profusely in the heat. She's been on her knees the last 40 minutes, her shins resting on a cruel slab of stone with jagged edges, and a further 3 slabs of stone have been placed on top of her knees. The young beauty's generous breasts rest on top of these, and Ross has been beating on her tits non-stop with his leather belt the entire time. Ross has become imaginative in finding ways around Megan's superior strength and resilience in order to hurt her. Though he was nearly ready for collapsing in exhaustion doing so. The fat man's shirt drenched through with sweat; he takes a step back for a few much needed breaths.

She's no ordinary 18 year old girl at all. While the jagged stone edges digging into her shins would have drawn blood and agony from anyone else almost immediately, at first this brought her only mild pain. And while her arms are tied behind her back with rope, she can break free at any time. However, Ross was careful to instruct her that she has to take what he gives without resistance. He does not want her using her arms to protect those tits as he lashes at them dozens of times, over and over, the leather striking against her soft mounds with resounding impact.

After the first 10 minutes on her knees, and with the placement of 2 heavy stone slabs, she had really started to feel the pain. Now, after the 40 minute mark and 3 slabs on top of her knees, she's in near agony, the jagged stone feeling like its about to bore its way into the bone of her shins. She's gritting her teeth, her long black hair falling across her face as she wills herself to endure, all too aware of the consequences of disobeying. Ross can see the intensity in those hazel eyes, the concentration, the will to think of anything other than her pain, and resents it. He resents her for being able to out-last him. After a minute of catching his breath, he places a foot on the top stone slab, pressing his weight onto her knees. "Agh!", she groans under him, before gritting her teeth again, she shuts her eyes to stop her tears. Ross then returns to torturing her tits, switching now so that the metal buckle will strike her flesh.

CRACK!! CRACK!! "Nyaggh!!" She cries out; even her super powered resiliency can only do so much. She's lost count of how many times the leather has struck her agonized tits. It must be well over a hundred times. Maybe even twice that. She had lost count long ago. He had not taken his time in striking her; he has worn himself almost to exhaustion by striking quickly and repeatedly, frustrated as he was at the beginning when she would not even shed a tear or cry out when he hit her. Now her boobs are red, covered in painful welts, and with the metal buckle striking the sensitive skin, its almost more than she can bare.

He swings the belt through the air in criss crossing motions, the belt buckle making return trips to hit her again and again, half a second between strikes, she moans. CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK!

"Agaaaggh", she looks up with an agonized expression across her beautiful, youthful face. He takes rest in a chair across the room, taking deep breaths. "You dumb fucking cunt. What's running through that pretty little head of yours?" She whimpers as he insults her. "Are you thinking about that petite friend of yours? Jamie... I don't think she'd hold up too well in my basement, do you?" Anger flares up in her, but she suppresses it. The price of disobedience would be leaked photos and videos that would shatter her relationships, but that would just be the start. Over the last week he's threatened to hurt not just her friend, but her mother too. She's had to listen to that disgusting pig brag that his mutual blackmailer would enact the most dire of consequences if any harm came to himself, including kidnap, and gang **** of her mother. And each time she'd have to suppress her anger and disgust. She has to endure, has to do what he wants to keep him happy. This entails so many things.

After school, she'd show up at his door in her schoolgirl uniform, her tartan skirt, her breasts straining against the material of her shirt. That first time she showed up, just the day after her beating and **** at the hands of Raptor, he brought her in to his home and just had her pose for him. Turning her around, bending her over and lifting up her skirt to look at her panties. Her thin waist, long tanned legs, and her amazing tits; he was in heaven. She looked so innocent in her uniform, looked so pretty with her big expressive brown eyes. What a contrast to himself; 48 years old, grossly over-weight, thinning hairline, his pudgy face, he was disgusting. Beauty and the beast; they both know it, and he loves it. That first day he made her face him, putting one fat hand on her breast, molesting her through the material of her shirt, he put his face close to hers and in one long exaggerated motion he licked her face as she shivered next to him. He just made her make out with him for hours while he groped her, or made her straddle him, or make her sit on his lap. "Give me sweet, slow kisses" he demanded, and she complied. Pressing her lips to his, she had almost a signature to her kisses, he really thought it was adorable how she'd press her lips against his slowly, draw away, and then lean in for longer, saliva swapping kisses. She was mortified just by these acts alone as his tongue greedily explored her mouth and as he insisted she return in kind. Her face was a mask of crimson as he pawed at her.

Then came the blowjobs on demand. Sometimes she'd be on her knees for hours while he sat stuffing his fat face with chicken legs in front of the television, while she would be licking at his musty balls, taking his small dick in her pretty little mouth. She loathed taking his cum, and this did not go unnoticed, so he made her drink it frequently. A few times a day at least. The stuff tastes like bleach, and made her want to gag. He'd make her show him the cum in her mouth, making her rinse her mouth with it, even make her keep it in her mouth as the hours passed until he finally gave her the go ahead to swallow. And he'd fuck her too, of course, laying on top of her on his bed. His 5'10, over 300lbs frame enveloped her own frame beneath him. And though it stung every single time (her hymen healed some time after her encounter with Raptor, and healed every single night after getting fucked by Ross) after a minute she barely felt him in her at all. It was difficult to be thankful of this, looking up at his sweating, panting face as he **** her.

The thing that seems to make Ross the happiest by far is to beat Megan up. His cruelty matches his creativity. On a daily basis, he had made the poor girl stand naked while he beat on her stomach with whatever he could get his hands on; starting with his fists, gut punching her as hard as he could, then moving on to a wooden baseball bat. She could take it, of course, to his frustration. Megan's super powers had made her tight stomach strong. And then came the crowbar, and the metal baseball bat that he saved for last, swinging as hard as he could. Metal on skin. Metal on bone. Yes, after a while, this hurt her badly, she'd double over wheezing and he'd order her to stand straight again just to deliver another blow deep into her belly.

Now, back in the basement, Ross wants to try something else. He walks over to the kneeling girl and ties a blind fold around her eyes. He can see the fear in those eyes just before he does so. "Don't fucking move."

She can hear him shuffling around, she's trying to focus on what he's doing to take her mind off of the blood pouring from the wounds in her shins. She shakes her head, exasperated, trying to do what she can to just get past this. So many times she's had to resist the urge to just stop all this and pound Ross's face until it was a bloody stump. And yet she's powerless, caught in a perfect trap, she cannot allow her loved ones to come to -

THWUMP!!

"YAAAAGGGHHH!!" Agony; her left breast feeling like it has almost exploded.

Ross has just aimed a sledge hammer squarely at her breast, raising it behind his head and bringing it down full ****. Somehow, she restrains herself, as he raises the sledge hammer again.

THUMP!!

NGAAAAAAHHG!" Her right breast on fire. The stone slab her breasts are resting on shatters.

"Nyaah, oooh oh god", she's moaning, crying new tears. "Ahh! Ahh..."

Ross drops the sledge hammer, and slumps back into his chair, utterly spent. "Take off those ropes and blindfold. Crawl over here, bitch". Megan, still groaning, hesitates only for a moment - she's been warned about hesitating before. Ross threatening to press the button on his arm to alert his friend, just because she has paused for a few moments. She snaps the rope binding her arms, removes her blindfold and the other stone slabs from on top of her knees, and crawls to where Ross waits. She's unbelievable; her tan skin glistening with sweat, her perfect body crawling submissively, her pretty face covered with shame as her eyes look to the floor. He can see the blood from multiple cuts on her shins across the edges of the stone slab she'd been kneeling on.

She kneels in front of him, hazel eyes glancing up. "Cunt, talk shit about yourself". She stifles a sigh, "Yes sir. I'm a dumb bitch, sir. I'm lower than dirt, I'm a stupid slut and the only thing I can do is suck cock, sir. I only live to make you happy, my master. All I'm good for is to be **** and beaten."

He remembers how Megan was before all of this. Without a doubt the most natural beauty in the whole school, always a bright smile on her face, her voice one of sweetness and kindness. To hear her now, her voice full of shame, is exhilarating to the old pervert.

He boots her in the face. She feels a dull thud and winces, but she can take it, again to his frustration. "Take off my shoes. Clean my feet". She's done this for him before. She's already sucked him off 4 times today and it's getting late; he has no more left, except to order her to commit more self-degradation. She removes his shoes and socks one by one, the stench of his feet flares up her small nose immediately. She's realized by now that he deliberately does not clean himself; his cock, his feet, maybe even his body. Every time she sucks him off, his cock stinks of cheese and must. All to humiliate her further. His feet are just as bad, as though soap has not touched them in some time. Megan gazes up at him, her eyes expressing a puppy dog vulnerability to make the heart melt. She takes one massive foot, and places her lips around the big toe. Her belly shivers in disgust as she alternates between sucking his toes and licking his foot. She continues this process for the other foot, kissing and licking every part, sucking the toes.

"It's Friday night", he says as she sucks on his big toe. "That means no school tomorrow. I want you to stay the night". She almost gasps, looking at him wide eyed, she desperately wants this night to end, thought it was nearly over. It's about this time that he lets her go home. "Call your parents, let them know you're staying at a friend's." However, she knows that won't be necessary. Removing his toe, she says "It's okay; they're both on a business trip. No one home". No point in lying, can't risk being caught out in a lie. He grins. She should have realized he wanted this when he insisted she bring a change of clothes.

"You remember how I told you to read up on how to deepthroat?"

"Yes, sir". She does indeed remember, and when he told her that at the start of the week she had to resist making some smart remark about the fat man's small cock. His demands seem endless to her; not ending even when she returned to her own home. She'd put on her web cam on her laptop and strip tease for him in the early hours of the morning. He'd instruct her to dance, to sway her hips, drop her ass to the floor, act like she's turned on. And; he had her read up on blowjob techniques, including how to deepthroat.

Ross moves from his chair to another part of the room, rummaging in a black bag, he produces a 10 inch purple dildo. "Before this night is over, you're gonna deep throat this fucking dildo all the way to the base". It looks huge; she's no idea how its going to go down her mouth and into the back of her throat. She hasn't practiced, in hindsight she thinks she should have, just to get this over with. Ross sets up his trusty camera and tripod, the very item that at this point he's used to capture hours of footage of Megan's 'consensual' sex acts. "We're going to play a game. You're going to deepthroat this, and hold it for 30 seconds. You're going to kneel on that slab with the edges, and you're not going to move from that spot until you get it fucking done."

She shakes her head in disbelief. "Please..."

He points to the button on his arm; the button that will alert the mystery man, the one that promised to ruin her life if she does not obey.

"Please what, cunt?"

"N-nothing sir".

"Good. If you can manage to do it, you can sleep on the floor here in the basement. At 8am, you're gonna bring me breakfast in bed, and you're gonna wake me with a blowjob".

"Yes sir", she says, defeated.

"And one more thing to make this much more interesting... a consequence for failure. If you can't deepthroat that dildo for 30 seconds, I'll leak your web cam strip shows to the whole fucking school." Megan balls her hands into fists, the nails digging into her palms, its all she can do to restrain herself. How?! It's fucking huge!

He leaves her one more instruction - she's to count with her free hand for the camera, he shows her the correct cadence for counting the seconds. He laughs as he sets the camera to record. She kneels back on the stone slab; the jagged edges digging back into her skin and bone, feeling like a knife edge, her wounds still fresh and unhealed from the previous 40 minutes she had been kneeling there. "It's up to you how long this night's going to be. Good night, bitch". He exits out the door, and she begins.

She takes deep breaths, trying to relax herself. She'll need to ignore the pain and humiliation; she's all too aware of the red light on the camera,and her own nudity. If she can't relax and forget her anxiety, as the sites she read instructed, she'll never be able to do this. She takes the head of the dildo into her small mouth, going slowly, inch by inch, waiting for the gag reflex. She feels it; the bodily instinct to reject this thing edging into the back of her mouth, she pulls back a little, and edges it back in a little again. She practices this, but can't quite get the dildo back there. She takes it out, all too aware of the pain in her shins, trying to forget her self-consciousness she spits on the dildo, rubbing her hand up and down the length, lubricating it, and tries again.

To her own surprise, she seems a natural at it. It takes some long minutes and dozens of attempts but she surprises herself by how much she's able to take in, as she slides in one inch after another, testing her reflex and willing herself, telling her body that yes she does indeed want this big phallic object in her throat. 7 inches... 8 inches... at 9 inches, she recoils pulling it out again, almost barfing on herself. She takes deep breaths and tries again, breathing through her nose as the jelly like dildo goes in the back of her mouth, down her throat. 10 inches... she surprises herself again, can hardly believe she can take all this length, she begins counting down with the fingers on her hand, slow countdown for the camera . 15 seconds and she pulls it out again, heaving. But on the next attempt, she's able to get past the 30 second mark, giving it an extra second just in case, her face bright red as she pulls the dildo out. This didn't take as long as she thought it would; perhaps her powers afford her this ability, or maybe she's just a natural in the art of deepthroating.

Megan lays naked on the cold concrete floor with the florescent light hanging above her. She hugs her knees to herself, tries to ignore the pain. She so wishes that she could be out there tonight, patrolling the night skies, the freedom of feeling the air rush against her as she flew. She'd do this for an hour or two after her encounters with Ross before returning home. Though this week, besides a handful of petty thugs, it was relatively quiet at night. Teen Girl took her frustrations out on some joyriders one night; ripping the car door open, she'd snapped the wrist of the driver as she pulled him out, the passengers bolted in fear but they didn't get far. Now, now she feels so helpless, so alone. Her parents taking frequent business trips, leaving her by herself, when she needs their love the most. But they can't know that. No, they can never know. Exhausted, she falls into a deep slumber.