Natalie

Natalie part 5

 

He woke up, naked, his body aching.  His back hurt and his legs were in cramps.  It was still dark.  The dog cage didn’t have much padding and was not long enough for him to fully recline.  It was about 4 feet long and 2 feet wide.  Not a lot of room.  He did have a blanket and small pillow.  He tried to roll over and rest on his other hip.  He fell back asleep, but only for about an hour.  He shifted again, repeating the cycle all night long.  When he heard someone stirring in the apartment he shuffled around and listened intently.  He couldn’t see anything; a blanket was covering his cage.  He had no idea what time it was or how long he had been there.

 

“Please, Natalie… Mai… can you please come and let me out?  My back is killing me, this cage is too small to sleep in, please!” he yelled out, hoping one of the girls would hear him and come to his rescue.  He was tired and hurting all over.

 

He heard footsteps walking around.  Then the sound of a toilet flushing and a sink running.  Then the footsteps were approaching his cage.  Thank God!

 

The bright lights hurt his eyes as the blanket was taken off of the cage.  The windows in the room were open, it was morning.  He had made it through the night, but he was exhausted, he never got more than 2 hours of sleep at a time.  His muscles were cramping and he couldn’t get his head to stop pounding.  He saw her silhouette, the morning sun shining bright behind her, hiding her features from him. 

 

“So, puppy, how do you like your new home?” his eyes began to adjust.  Oh God, she looked absolutely gorgeous.  So this is how she looks when she wakes up.  It was Natalie, her hair was a fountain of blonde, spilling all around her body.  The sun behind her created different patterns and colors, she was almost glowing like an angel.  She was wearing a long sleeved pink and white striped button down nightshirt that came down to her hips.  Her thin, tanned legs and enormous chest made his pulse race.  The buttons near the top of his shirt were open, and the others seemed to be stretching to their limit from the weight of her chest.  She bent over in front of him, giving him a most excellent view of her cleavage.

 

“Here puppy, I will let you out, but first, open your mouth” she said, her sweet voice playing through his head.  He was already caught like a fly in her web again.  He didn’t notice the pain in his back and hips, he was lost in her like he was every time her saw her.  It was everything about her, her smile, her eyes, her legs and of course her chest.  Her cleavage alone literally mesmerized him.  He couldn’t look away and he couldn’t think.  All he could do was remember how her breasts felt like against his face when he was doing shots with her in his apartment.  How did he find himself in this position…?

 

“Come on, loserboy, open that mouth of yours, that’s it…” she trailed off and stuck her hand in between the bars.  He opened his mouth, only half aware of what he was doing.  Her chest pressed up against the top of the cage and her shirt rode up over her thighs and hips as she reached down to give him a treat.  A dog treat.  He whimpered when he saw the pink and white matching panties she was wearing underneath her shirt.  He never saw the doggie biscuit in her hand, how could he have?  Heaven was inches from his face, just outside the bars, a tiny triangle of material held by small strings.  He was aroused, already his hard-on was raging and his mouth was dry. 

 

Then he felt something in his mouth. 

 

“Chew it up and swallow,” she backed away from the cage and put her hands on her hips, tilting her head to the side waiting for him to comply.   He just started up at her, still in half a daze, then realized what she had given him and abruptly spit it out.  He looked up at her in disbelief.

 

“What the hell is going on here!  I am not a dog!  I am not going to sit here and eat dog biscuits and be your amusement!” he was upset, he had no sleep, he was angry at the feelings of betrayal and his arousal only made him twice as confused.  “Natalie, you two have to stop this at once, I am serious…”

 

Natalie let one of her hands fall to her side.  With the other hand, she slowly, delicately and with purpose, undid another button on her shirt.  She looked him in the eyes and raised an eyebrow as even more of her cleavage was now visible.  She lowered herself to her knees, pulled her shirt further apart, exposing more of her chest to him, and pushed her chest up against the metal bars.  His heart was a jackrabbit.

 

“C’mere…” she whispered to him and reached into the cage with both hands, her smile was wide and welcoming, her elbows were keeping her cleavage at an obscene angle against the cage.  Her hands grabbed his ears and tenderly pulled him forward, until his head was stuck in between the bars, and his nose was nestled right in her cleavage.  He was enveloped as much as he could be in her warmth, he could feel her chest rise and fall and tears sprang to his eyes as he was once again safe within her. 

 

She loved feeling his breath there, so close to something he will never, ever have.  Ever!  With one hand on his head, and the other picking up the dog treat he had spit out, she maneuvered the biscuit right to the edge of his lips and then whispered down to him again.

 

“Be a good boy, open up, chew and then swallow.  I need you to obey me.  Don’t you like me?  Don’t you like being here, being so close me?  Don’t you want to make me happy?  Give in to me, stop thinking and give in to me.  You know you want to, you need me.”  His breathing was coming in quick gasps.  He kept thinking he was going to pass out.  He wanted her so badly.  He felt a chill run through his body as her chest moved against his face when she spoke.  Natalie took the biscuit and pushed it in between his lips.  “In your mouth, loser!” she thought to herself as she grinned inwardly, knowing he was helpless against her.  “Girls with big tits get what ever they want.”

 

She then let her hand trail down from his mouth, and skillfully, with her thumb and finger, pinched the head of his cock straining in his boxers.  She pinched it in time with his heart beat.  She could feel his whole body shake with each pinch.  Her pinches turned to slow circles around the tip of his tent pole with the palm of her hand.  He was delirious. 

 

“Chew…” she whispered again, down to his face, planted firmly in between her glorious cleavage.  He moaned and she heard the first bite, the crack of the dog biscuit, the crack of his ego, his fractured personality that she intended to utterly tear down until only the most pathetic parts of him remained.  He moaned again as her other hand unfastened another button on her shirt, he tried to bend the bars with his face to get his head out.  He was chewing over and over, grinding the dog biscuit up.  He didn’t care at this point what it tasted like, he just wanted her.  He would do anything.

 

She pinched his nose shut with one hand and then grabbed his balls with the other.  His eyes betrayed both pain and fear.  She looked deep into him, through him, to his soul.  He could barely breath, he was trapped in her grasp and held by her gaze.  “Are you enjoying your breakfast now, loser?  Look at you, eating a dog bone!  Where did all that fight and backbone go?  I will tell you where it went, but I think you already know, don’t you?  You surrendered it to me!  Look at you, in a cage, your balls in my hand, and your mouth full of doggie treats!  Pathetic!  And you wanted to be my boyfriend, ha!  Look at you!  Don’t tell me that I can’t make you do anything I want!  And today, puppy, today I am going to break any last little bit of resistance and dignity that you have!  Now, SWALLOW!” she shouted at him, squeezing his testicles a little harder, and without even thinking twice he downed the dog treat.  He felt the soft, mushy, crumby biscuit scratch his throat as it went down.  He gagged for a second and then swallowed again.

 

She let go of his balls and un-pinched his nose, smiling as if she had never raised her voice once, “Such a good boy… Now let me get your special collar and then I can let you out of your cage and show you the apartment. You’ve really only seen the medical room, and I know you cant wait to be in there again, hmmm?”

 

He swallowed again and watched her walk out of the room.  Her legs, her feet, even her toes were perfect.  And the way her shirt rode just above the bottom of her ass, the bottom of her thong teasing him, made his pulse throb.  She came back in a minute with her roommate.  Mai was wearing a black, triangle bikini top and cut-off gray and baby blue sweatpants as shorts, no shoes, just her adorable Asian feet.  Her hair was in pigtails and she looked like she could be going to the beach or maybe even tailgating.  Both girls were talking and messing around with some chain and collar as they walked up to his cage.  He could see that Mai had some sort of cane?  But it was metal with a big dial and red button near the top.  What the hell?

 

“Now puppy, I am going to open your cage.  When I do, I need you to crawl on all fours over to us so that we can attach your new collar.  If you try any funny business, we will wake you up and remind you again, Mai’s cattle prod can sometimes be a little too much for people and they usually pass out.  Don’t make her use it on you, we really don’t want to, but if you don’t listen, we will have to.”  Natalie looked at her roommate and laughed as Mai pressed the red button, sending sparks and little bolts of lightening dancing around the tip of the cattle prod.

 

“Oh Jesus,” he thought to himself, the effect of her cleavage brainwashing session was beginning to wear off and he was desperate to get the hell out of here.  But with that cattle prod… he wasn’t sure if he should make a break for it now, or play along and try to make an escape later, when they didn’t suspect it.  The problem, he knew but wouldn’t admit to himself, was that the longer he was under her spell, the less and less likely he was to resist.  If he didn’t try to get out now, he might not want to leave when the next opportunity comes around, he might be so far gone that he couldn’t ever get away. And then what… and then what…

 

Mai approached the cage, unlocked the two bars, and swung the door open for him.

 

He slowly shuffled, on all fours, until he was out of the cage in front of Natalie.  She pulled his hair so he looked up into her face. 

 

“Now, puppy, I want you to know this is a very special day for you,” she held out the collar and began to lower and fasten it around his neck.  “Today we are going to take away your will power, crush your already puny ego, step on your self-esteem and snap that little twig of a backbone you have, once and for all,” she said, almost as if reading a dessert list, each word was exciting and delicious.  She tightened the collar further and then locked it shut. 

 

“Oh he is so fucked,” she thought to herself and shot Mai a knowing look.

 

“And believe it or not, this is going to help,” she said as she picked up a small silver remote control unit, her fingers teasing the buttons.  “Now, puppy, look at me, you were very good today, doing what I said, not struggling too much… but it took too much effort on my part, you were back talking me and being rude, you kept trying to resist me and kept fighting me…  But don’t you worry, that’s the last decision you will ever have to make.  We are here to cure you!”

 

She pressed down on the remote and sent shocks through his neck and down his spine.  It was so sudden and without any warning, he didn’t understand what was happening until she shocked him again.  His body involuntarily tensed up and jerked with every press of the button.  He could still hear her and see her, she was laughing at him, the sound of her laughter further emasculating him.  Mai was looking at him too, but she wasn’t smiling, she was inspecting him, he could feel it.

 

Natalie released the buttons and blew a kiss down to the dogboy, still laughing despite his pain.  He looked relieved, until he saw Mai walking over towards him with the cattle prod.

 

Still looking down into his eyes, Natalie continued, “Mai, would you be a doll and shock this subhuman loser with your cattle prod, for some reason I just want to see him on the floor crying before I have my breakfast.  Shock him until he is hoarse from screaming,” She said it so nonchalantly that he almost didn’t think he heard her right.  But there was no mistake about the cattle prod.  He tried to back away from Mai but Natalie kicked him forward and he fell face down.  He looked up just in time to see Mai’s bare feet coming to a stop inches away, a French manicure playing over her toes.

 

“Kiss it” Mai held out the edge of the cattle prod to his face.  He couldn’t back away, he couldn’t move, he was terrified of the sadistic tool.  She pressed it to his lips, and smiled, her voice feigning shock, “How dare you, old man, trying to go to first base with me on our first date!  I don’t kiss losers!” and then she did the unthinkable…

 

ZZZZIT!

 

His lips were on fire, he screamed and clawed at his face to make the pain stop.

 

Natalie set the remote down on top of the cage.  She crossed her arms under her chest and smiled, watching the man squeal and shake on the ground in front of her, screaming incoherently.  She was wet already.  God she loved seeing grown men break and crack like this!  Her entire body was flushed and hot.

 

“What was that?  You wanted a French kiss?” Mai asked him.  He wasn’t listening, he was still recovering from the first jolt.  And before he could think or react, she shoved the tip of the prod into his open, screaming mouth and pressed it onto his tongue before flicking the red button.  That particular shock sent him into hysterics.  He was screaming and begging with Mai to stop, but it was all coming out in gibberish, he sounded insane.  She took her little foot and pressed down on the side of his head, pinning him to the floor.

 

“Oh yes, you do like the cattle prod, hmmm?  Maybe instead of thinking from now on, you will just obey?” ZZZZIT!  “Maybe instead of resisting, from now on you will comply.”  ZZZZIT! Mai zapped him again, this time on his ass, then on his testicles, his cock, the bottoms of his feet, until he was utterly broken.  He was crying at the end of it, literally sobbing, curled up in the fetal position at Natalie’s feet while Mai paced around him shocking him over and over, the amusement on her face being the exact opposite of the agony on his.  Natalie felt an orgasm of one thousand waterfalls crush her when Mai finally took the prod and shoved it up his ass, zapping him again and again until he finally passed out.  She came hard and almost lost her balance, her body shaking with pleasure from the orgasm.

 

“Oh little loser, I have a feeling that you are going to be my favorite toy,” Natalie thought to herself as she recovered on the leather couch next to the cage.

 

“You know Natalie, this might be the best part of breaking a loser in - the first time they are out of the cage…  When they think about running, but are too afraid of the cattle prod… only to be collared, immobilized and then zapped by the cattle prod until they pass out!  Hahahaha!” Mai’s sadistic giggle was infectious and soon Natalie was giggling too, her chest bouncing up and down. 

 

“I cant wait until the pledges get here.  Did you call Becka yet?” Natalie asked her roommate, already busying herself with the day’s events.

 

“Yea, I did, she is sending over the 10 hottest.  Trust me, they will love this as much as we will, maybe more!” Mai said and accented it by zapping the prod over and over.  Both girls laughed harder, knowing that if things went right, today could be one they remember for years to come.

 

… … … … … …

 

He woke up with a start.

 

“Fuck!” he thought to himself, “These girls are completely insane, they actually enjoyed shocking me into unconsciousness!”  He couldn’t move.  His mouth was duct taped shut, he could feel it pulling on her hair and around his neck, it felt like they had used the whole roll.  The collar was still around his neck.  He was disoriented from passing out earlier, but he knew he didn’t have an inch of wiggle room.  He was bent over a table, face down, with his chest pressing against the smooth wood.  His wrists were roped and tied down to the legs of the table in front of him and he could feel each ankle was secured behind him.  More ropes or straps or something held him down to the table.  He was naked.  He could hear some music playing in the background and heard the two girls laughing and talking, from what sounded like the kitchen area.

 

There was the whirring of a blender and the sink was running.  He heard silverware spilling around and could smell something cooking.  It smelled sweet, like a cake or maybe a pie?  The kitchen was directly in front of him, hidden by two swinging doors and a wall.  He heard an ice machine chugging out cubes and then the doors swung open.  It was Mai, she was wearing a cooking apron covered in whipped cream, sprinkles, and other messy stuff.  He couldn’t tell if she was wearing any clothes at all underneath it, and he immediately became hard at the thought that she would be cooking naked, her tanned toned body so accessible under the apron.  She was carrying two large pitchers of drinks, margaritas and screwdrivers it looked to be.  Was this going to be some sort of party?  He didn’t like the implications, especially being bent over the table, vulnerable to whatever or whoever would be behind him.

 

“Well well well, our sleeping donkey is awake!” Mai giggled and set the pitchers down on the table, right near his head.  He wanted to say something, to scream, to yell, but the tape wouldn’t let him make a sound.  He  muffled a whimper.  She ruffled his hair and went back into the kitchen, the bow of the apron tied squarely above her black lace thong. 

 

“God, a thong and an apron, and that’s it?  Oh Jesus, I hope Natalie is wearing the same thing, oh god please please please” his thoughts were running wild in his head.  He didn’t even think about being bound anymore.  The thought of Natalie’s perfect breasts pressing against the apron, her legs long and lean, her flat tummy.  Oh he was beyond aroused, he was already panting with desire.

 

More noises from the kitchen and then both girls came bursting out carrying large trays full of plates, silverware, glasses, napkins, pies, chips hats, streamers, and all sorts of other stuff.

 

“Hi Jackass!” Natalie smiled and called out to him as he looked at her, his eyes rolling in his head as he swallowed and tried to believe what he saw in front of him.

 

Natalie was wearing an apron as well.  It was white, tied behind her neck, and scooped out on the sides and it came down to her waist.  From there, a tie around her tight, flat belly held it to her while the rest of the apron covered the tops of her thighs.  She was wearing cute, white, 4” heels.  Her legs looked like they went on forever.  Her chest was not only spilling out of the sides of the apron, but also escaping out of the top as well.  Her tan skin looked perfect next to the white apron.  She was smiling at him, a playful smile which made him melt.  Oh he loved her and wanted her so badly.  He had forgotten all about the enemas, the cattle prod, the collar, the abuse, the humiliation… all he saw was the most gorgeous woman imaginable in front of him, walking towards him, talking to him.  His mind was beginning to bend to her will, and he was quickly losing perspective.  Like a frog in warm water, as she turned up the heat he never felt the need to jump out of the pan…

 

His hard-on was already leaking pre-cum, and his desperation caused him to rub it on the table, trying to get any stimulation whatsoever.  He was quickly losing his self-control.

 

The girls walked right by and set their trays down in the living room area behind him.  Natalie came back and dropped off the glasses and cups by the pitchers.  She looked over at him and tweaked his nose.

 

“Oh, you are going to love what we have in store for you.  I know you can’t talk, but what would you say if I told you that Mai and I are throwing a little day party and you are the main attraction!” Natalie laughed and put her hands over her mouth.  “That’s right, pecker-brain, you are the reason for our party and all of the girls are just dying to meet you!  Can you imagine what a room full of 18-year-old sorority girls would do to you?  Oh its nothing like that, were not going to fuck you, you disgusting old perv!  I told them all about you, how weak you are, how easy you are to manipulate, how utterly spineless you can be, how much potential you have to really be exploited and fucked over, oh yes, they know everything about you.  And pretty soon, you will get to know them too!”

 

At that moment he felt himself rising to an orgasm.  He had been rubbing his cock on the table as Natalie was talking down to him, rubbing it in his face what he really was to her, and how he was going to have a room full of girls degrading him at any moment.  He was sexualizing everything she was telling him without even realizing it.  Before he was able to orgasm, he felt a hand behind him take a full grip on his balls and squeeze hard.  His erection immediately softened, and he let out a howl of both pain and frustration.

 

“Oh now, you pathetic, limp-wristed jerkyboy, we were not about to let you orgasm, not yet!  Maybe later today, after we have had out party, but we want you blue balled, hormonally intoxicated, and sexually fucked over.” He looked up at her, begging with his eyes to have some sort of release.  He was so turned on.

 

He could feel Mai’s hands on is genitals, no longer was she crushing him, she was actually slowly masturbating him.  Natalie smiled down at him.  “See, see how good we are to you?”  and she kissed her middle finger, showed it to his face, and then placed it on his tape-covered lips.  Then she turned on her heels and walked back into the kitchen, her long hair in a ponytail pulled tightly behind her.  Her back was bare, and omg, omg, she wasn’t wearing a thing under the apron.  He could see her perfect ass bouncing with every step she took, her hips swaying back and forth, the shape of her ass made him whimper.  Tears were forming at the corners of his eyes and were rolling down his cheeks as Mai’s hands worked magic on him.  He was getting closer again and hoped that he could reach it before she stopped.  But he knew, deep down, she wouldn’t let him reach it.  He knew she would stop.  He felt like a toy, like an object for their amusement.

 

She didn’t say a word to him.  She just kept manipulating him, slowly but with purpose and delicate concentration.  Mai ran her hand to the base and then slowly pulled up, and at the top, took her thumb and circled his pre-cum dripping head. It was slick and warm, she noticed.  She reveled in her power over the weak man.  Feeling him shudder made her ache with desire.

 

“God if we break this one the right way, there is nothing we wont be able to do to him!  Look at him now, bent over the table, tied down, and yet he is as hard as a rock, his testicles are full and practically bursting,” Mai noticed with a gleam in her eye and a warm feeling in her loins.  “He might not realize it just yet, but sooner or later, every time we abuse him, degrade him, bind him, mistreat him, we will get him aroused.  And by getting aroused, he becomes more compliant, more docile, and more resigned to his status…” her thoughts drifted away and she reminded herself not to get off until the other girls arrived, she wanted her sexual energy to drive her every thought and action.  She pulled over a chair and sat down, still slowly working over his swollen cock.

 

He was in heaven and he didn’t ever want her to stop touching him.  He could feel the rising orgasm slowly build and then retreat as she expertly masturbated him.  He was beginning to drool out of the sides of his taped mouth.  His eyes were closed and his ears were beginning to ring.  He needed to cum, badly.  But he got the feeling that would not be happening.  He was building again to another orgasm, and felt her throttle him back.  Her tiny manicured hand was driving him absolutely mad. He  tried to look behind him but couldn’t turn his neck.  Looking forward, he could see a reflection in the dinner cabinet glass.  He could see himself, he was completely strapped down and naked.  And they were talking about more girls coming over?  A party?  Oh god, could there somehow be more girls like Natalie and Mai?  Although he knew he would suffer, in his current state of mind, he would beg to suffer just to be near them. 

 

He heard the page of a magazine turn.  He looked up again and could see Mai in the reflection, she was sitting down next to his bent over body, a magazine in her lap, reading without a care in the word, a smile playing across her lips, while she turned the pages with one hand and tugged him into bliss with the other. 

 

“She’s not even paying attention to me.  She’s milking me like I am some cow, like some animal, oh god!” this humiliation drove him further and before he knew what was happening, he felt himself being pulled over the edge.  He heard the magazine fall and felt another hand on his balls.  She was squeezing them but not crushing them, almost as if she was pumping them.

 

“That’s it little boy, Momma is going to milk you good, milk all of this nastiness right out of you.  That’s it, give it to me, you know you can’t resist us any more, loser.  You realize now that this is your place, don’t you?  Look where you are, its been 2 days now and you are already naked, bent over for us, tied down- and yet you are hard and about to cum!  What is going on here?  Admit it, cum for me and surrender.  Admit it that we are better than you, that you are worthless to us.  Give me your orgasm, prove to me that its all you are good for- a sperm pumping, porn jerking, peeping tom looking, ATM machine! You don’t deserve to be with girls like us, and that’s why we need to make you pay us! Pay us in pain, in suffering, in humiliation- do you know what a cuckold is?  Oh you will sooner or later.  After the party is over, our boyfriends are stopping by.  We always like to get fucked good and hard after humiliating and breaking losers like you.  Its such a rush to be held down and fucked by a real man, knowing some geekboy with out a chance in the world is in the closet, hearing what he will never have!  And then tasting what our lovers have given us!  Oh yes, loser, you will have a lot more sperm to swallow, you repulsive, pathetic excuse for a man!” he couldn’t take it anymore.  Her hands felt so good and his mind was reeling with what she was saying to him.  Oh god, they knew he was pathetic, they could see right through him, they knew everything about him. 

 

He was at the peak and his testicles were pumping out thick white gooey strings of sperm before he knew it.  It covered the table in a huge mess, a nasty pool of warm, swimming, genetic matter.  He was exhausted, his breathing came in short quick gasps through his nose.  He was utterly spent.  He had barely gotten any sleep and then had been shocked into unconsciousness, and now this?  His brain was shutting down, he was passing out.  He closed his eyes and relaxed, but before he drifted off to sleep, he felt Mai’s gloved covered hand near his mouth.

 

“Open up, little lamb, this mess is all going right back inside you, right now.  We cant let Natalie know you had an orgasm, she wants you ready for the party.  But I have confidence in you that you will be nice and hard by then.  That’s it, now suck on my fingers. Gooooooodddd…..” she was smiling, literally getting goose bumps watching his half conscious body strapped down to the table submitting to her.  She watched with delight as his mouth opened.  She gently, and with all the care in the world not to spill a drop, slid her fingers, covered in his mess, right into his mouth. 

 

“Suck, that’s it, suck, suck and swallow, suck and swallow…” he could hear her saying over and over, her voice a whisper in his ear, her breath making the hair on his neck stand up.  He didn’t care anymore what he was doing, how gross it was, or what it meant.  He could feel himself giving in to her as he obeyed and began to clean off her hand.  He could feel as though another line was being crossed, but he couldn’t stop the train he was on.  And if he had been awake enough to think about it more, he would have admitted that he didn’t want to stop.  Somewhere deep inside him, he knew she was right, that he didn’t deserve to be near them, and he needed to suffer for their attentions. 

 

“Ok now, little one, rest up, you are going to be the life of the party later today.  Or maybe I should say, the main attraction?  Sort of like the monkey in the cage at the zoo!” she withdrew her cleaned hand from his mouth and wiped it on his back, laughed, and spat in his face- he didn’t even flinch.  As Mai’s gentle laughter permeated his brain, he drifted off to a fitful and mindless sleep.

 

 

END Natalie Part 5