Joy is broken in hard

When Isiah steps away, saying he’s going to get a capture drone to carry me up to the bedroom, I almost break down. I’ve far surpassed what I believed was possible for me to take, but having to experience that drone again would be too much. Thankfully he doesn’t notice the tears in my eyes when he returns and sets the drone down beside me. Instead of striking me in the back I hear it set on the floor where it can unfold and then step over me, straddling me between its legs. Gently it slides four of its legs comfortably under my body and lifts me up without any fuss. I keep my eyes closed until I feel it walking along side Isiah toward the stairs without applying any of its other arms. Nothing on my head, nothing over my eyes or ears, nothing inserted into any orifice I have.

When we arrive in the bedroom my owner gives me an odd kind of relief. “You’ve been a good girl, Joy. It’s late, it’s been a long day for you, and you’ve pushed yourself. On the train, at the auction house, with Jonas, and just now runnin’ from me. So, I’m gonna give you a respite from both fighting and complying. All you need to do is lie back and experience what’s happening. Remain present and realize what’s happening, but otherwise drop the struggling.”

With the press of a button on the drone from Isiah, I’m lowered onto the bed. As when I was being captured and fully bound, the drone acts and moves quickly. The ropes holding my head to my wrists to my ankles is cut and removed. Even as my limbs are returning to their natural position the drone lifts me up again and spins me onto my back. I see Isiah standing to the side, evidently enjoying the show the drone and I are putting on. The drone’s legs reach up into a compartment on its undercarriage and pulls out four regular sized leather cuffs and one significantly larger one. The cuffs are quickly wrapped around my ankles and wrists, while the larger one is wrapped around my neck. I see and feel that they’re padded luxuriously with some kind of fuzzy material. With the cuffs all in place the drone again pulls something out of its internal compartment that I momentarily don’t understand. It looks like a leather cross or an X with metal hooks on every end. My understanding of the device is filled in though when the drone gently, but efficiently attaches the bottom of the cross to both of my ankle cuffs. It then pulls the cross upward, pulling my ankles up with it, and attaches my wrists to the two cross bars of the cross. The cross is pulled further up, pulling my legs up enough that my knees end up spread wide around my midriff, where its head is attached to my collar. In the span of a few seconds, the drone has trussed me up for Isiah’s enjoyment. My brief thought that my attire would prevent Isiah from physically enjoying my body is short lived as Isiah steps over with a very large, very sharp, knife and cuts away my bikini bottoms and thong.

There’s no drama, no big reveal, no screaming or fighting or begging. Isiah simply sets the knife aside, crawls into bed, uses his abdomen to push my feet further up and out of his way, and slides his already hard cock into my pussy. When I could later look back at it with clear eyes, when I wasn’t so emotionally on edge, I realized that physically this was the easiest sex I’d had to date. Even bound up as I was, I was more comfortable than lying on my belly with my ass pushed up into the air. Even as aggressively as Isiah was in thrusting in and out of me, he wasn’t nearly as large or as thick as any of the men in the Free Union were. But that understanding came later. In the moment I was on the razers edge of losing it mentally. After a long day of constant ****, the last dignity I had was taken from me. And what made this worse than any sex I had in the Free Union was the fact that I had Isiah’s face above mine the entire time. His eyes boring into mine. I wasn’t just being physically taken, he was mentally declaring his ownership without giving me any opportunity to look away.

Isiah had to be very excited as he only lasted a few minutes and was soon grunting and groaning and cumming deep inside of me. The leather cross at least gave me the dignity of not allowing Isiah to lay across my body, so he pulled out and laid down beside me as we both caught our breath. I could feel the radical difference between this and my previous experiences of sex, and Isiah was right. No orgasm for me. None of my sexual encounters could be called pleasurable, but at least the Free Union experiences ended with a mind-blowing climax. Here, I was used and was left feeling used.

Isiah had his way with me three more times that night. It took him progressively longer to get up and ready each time and I’m fairly sure he used a pill on our last go. Each time though, he let the drone bind me into a new position.

Up next was a far simpler binding. The cross was removed while my wrists were bound to the headboard, and ropes tied my ankle cuffs to the baseboard leaving me open and spread eagled. With his arms on either side of my head, Isiah mounted me and again kept his eyes locked on mine while he fucked and fucked and fucked me. It’s on this go that I tried to close my eyes, to at least block out his dominating glare, but all that bought me was him stopping and waiting for me to open my eyes and re-join our affair. Without a word or a physical lesson, I learned that he demanded that I be ‘present’ for my breaking in.

I wasn’t cleaned up between sessions and could feel his cum dripping out of me and onto the bedspread while Isiah caught his breath that time. It made it more disturbing when the drone returned and untied my ankles from the baseboard only to wrench them up and over my head, attaching my ankle cuffs right next to my wrist cuffs. Bent up over myself this way gave Isiah the perfect position to piledrive down into my pussy while also allowing his already present cum to slide ‘down’ my belly to my breasts.

After Isiah came in me in this position, I was left there for nearly forty-five minutes. My legs and back were just beginning to cramp up when the drone returned and unbound me from the bed. As Isiah climbed up onto the bed and sat down, resting his back against the headboard, the drone lifted me and made quick work of positioning me into straddling him. With the drone holding me just above Isiah’s once again hard cock it pulled my arms behind me and bound my wrists together, then did the same with my ankles and a length of rope leaving my feet on Isiah’s thighs and my knees on the bedspread.

I’d always thought of this type of cowgirl sex position as letting the woman feel empowered, but bound as I was, I had no leverage to prevent the drone from depositing me onto Isiah, burying his full length into my wet and now well-used pussy. Once it had me in place and scampered out of the way, Isiah silently grinned, grabbed me around the waist, and started moving me up and down along his length. As with all the other positions, I was left powerless to do anything to affect the outcome of our coupling. I rode up and down on his cock as fast or slowly as he made me. When he pulled me close so he could bury his face into my cleavage, I couldn’t stop him. When he pushed me back my head would roll back far enough that my hair brushed over his legs. And while Isiah had gone off with a hair trigger in our first position, he was in no hurry this time. He either didn’t know or, more likely, didn’t care that he occasionally brushed against my g-spot, sending shivers of pleasure up my spine. He either didn’t know or, more likely, didn’t care that he occasionally brought us together tight enough that my clit brushed up against his pubic hair, sending shocks of pleasure up my entire body. Without removing my breasts from my top, my hard nipples were left with almost no stimulation but after almost a solid half hour of Isiah slowly and methodically fucking me this time, I couldn’t stop myself from panting and hoping that he’d carry me over the edge to that gloriously hinted-at climax.

Unfortunately, Isiah lived up to his previous word. There were no orgasms for me.

Our coupling ended with another loud grunt and groan from Isiah as he pulled me down hard and shot his load up into me, leaving me quivering on the edge of my own climax.

When Isiah was done, he simply pushed me over onto my side and rolled out of bed. As he slipped on his plush robe and walked into the bathroom, the drone re-appeared and pulled my bindings from me. I barely had time to wonder what I was supposed to do when the bedroom door opened, and the beautiful redheaded Arlie stepped in. She was still wearing her short white skirt and fringed white top but looked tired. Quietly she made her way over to me, picking up my scattered and ruined clothes into her arms. Finally, after putting my hat back on me, she took my hand and wordlessly led me out of Isiah’s bedroom and back to the small house. To my new home.

Instead of taking me to the grand bathroom, Arlie took me to a smaller, more private, bathroom. I started to thank her but even as I started to hear my own quivering voice Arlie smiled and shook her head. “No need to talk. Let’s get you clean and in bed. Talking is for tomorrow.”

I was left to wonder if it was the new girl’s task to ready the newer girl. It’s a system that would make sense as Arlie probably lived through a similar experience ten or eleven months ago. Of course, when she experienced this, she’d probably also been a girl her entire life. Without the pomp and circumstance of all the girls readying me it only took a few minutes to strip me out of all the clothes. They were left in a pile as Arlie got me into the hot tub and started washing me down with a sponge and scented soap. I didn’t try to hide my silent tears as they fell from my eyes and Arlie didn’t try to act like they weren’t there. She simply paused her cleaning of me, gave me a hug, and then kept moving forward.

When Arlie had me clean, she helped me out of the tub, dried me off, and helped me into a pair of cotton panties and a silk semi-transparent nighty. Together we padded out of the bathroom and to one of the bedrooms. I was just too wiped out to even try to figure out who else was in the room. I just knew that someone was sleeping in the first bed while I was tucked into the second bed by Arlie, motherly kiss to my forehead and all.

Morning came suddenly. I’m not sure what the nightmare was, but I nearly fell out of bed waking myself up. When I realized I wasn’t… whatever was happening in the dream… in danger, I noted the bright light streaming in and realized it must be almost noon. The room was empty besides me, so I stretched, got out of bed and padded out into the hallway to find a bathroom. After taking care of my morning rituals, which feel strange sitting down all the time, I look at myself in the mirror and don’t see any remnants of the beautiful girl they’d made me into the night before. Without makeup or hairdo, I look like I did back at Free Union. Pretty, maybe even beautiful, but not that stunning gorgeous look. Pulling my hair up into a ponytail I head downstairs where, now that I listen more closely, I can hear someone moving around.

At the bottom of the stairs, I spot Mama Candis picking up things and cleaning up. When she sees me, she breaks into a big smile and gestures me toward the large kitchen and dining area. “Joy, it’s lovely to see you. You must be starving. I don’t think you ate anything yesterday, did you? Regardless, lets get some food in you.”

For the next twenty minutes I’m eased into a normal life. No mention is made of me sitting at the breakfast nook in a semi-transparent sexy nighty. No mention is given of the fact that I was prettied up by this woman’s girls and then handed off to a man who ‘broke me in’ by having repeated sex with me. No mention was made of me being new or even me being a girl. We simply chatted about the weather, the house, the girls, and the food she was making for me.

Unlike the free Union, the food situation here seemed more like my time’s food. There was a refrigerator and what looked like a freezer under it. Candis used eggs, bacon, bread, and what looked like a store-bought spread to make a sandwich. She chopped up a fresh tomato and lettuce and added a jarred pickle to go along with it. Sure, I was probably witnessing the highest end of this society, but this might be the norm here.

Candis cleaned up her prep area while I ate and just when I finished took my plate and washed that as well. Finally, she sat down across from me and set her shoulders with a smile on her mouth but a serious look in her eyes. “So, Joy, we need to establish things to make sure you have a good life. Today isn’t structured, but you’ll meet the girls and have more than the cursory introduction. I have them out of the house until after your procedure, but they’ll be around all afternoon and evening. I made sure Isiah didn’t need any of them tonight. He’s very understanding and tries to give a wide berth for new girls. We’ll get you a starter wardrobe, go over the rules, and make sure you know what’s expected of you. But before all that, I want to know what I’m working with. Because like Mr. Bennington, I’ve traveled to many countries before I came here and was purchased by Isiah. And I know both the Eastern Coalition and the Free Union of Western Nations.”

Candis leans in and any goodwill vibes I was getting from her scatter away. “And you, my dear Joy, aren’t from either of those places. So, you’ll tell me where you’re from, why you ended up here, and who exactly you are, or you’ll be in a lot of trouble.”