Author: Knight
Title: Breaking Catherine
Part: 1
Summary: Danny shows Catherine exactly what he demands of a slut.
Keywords: Mdom/F, rel, bon

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   Note From The Knight:

   My first foray into the dark, dimly-illuminated world of male
domination. Let me know if you think I should return ;)

   And remember: more feedback = more stories!

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   Breaking Catherine

   The sun was slipping toward the western horizon by the time we made it
to the cottage.  Our route had taken us a long way out of the city, along
winding country roads, up into the wild hills.  From there, we had reached
the single-track road which followed the shores of the lake for a further
dozen miles, before it turned into an almost-impassable track.  Half a mile
of thick forest rolled past, until the ancient, wooden cottage came into
sight.  It's broad, heavy eaves seemed to press the entire construction
into the soft earth.  I pulled up next to the aged porch, and turned off
the ignition.

   Catherine was my first true slave, a gorgeous nineteen-year-old brunette
with delectable rosebud lips and a curvy, wanton figure that would make any
sane man look twice.  She was married to a dumbass former jock who had left
his popularity behind in high school and tried to replace it with cheap
booze and cheaper hookers.  I'd been fucking her on and off for a couple of
months, following a chance meeting in my local branch of Starbucks and a
long, hot afternoon of passionate sex in my apartment.  Since that first
"date", we had met up at least once a week for a session of hot, illicit
sex - sex which I found not only exciting, but dangerously addictive.

   This weekend, however, was different to our usual routine.  Catherine's
loser husband was away on "business" - actually, I knew from a mutual
friend that he was holed up in a seedy motel with a pair of hookers called
Chantelle and Chardonnay, but who was I to judge?  - and Catherine had
agreed to a romantic getaway at my secluded cottage, high up in the hills.
We left early on the Saturday morning, enjoyed a long, leisurely lunch at a
roadside cafe, and drove up into the mountains accompanied by a selection
of Catherine's favourite CDs.

   Catherine leaped out of the car and ran up the gravel path to the front
door as I wrestled our pair of large bags from the back seat and followed
after her.  Reaching the weathered wooden porch, I dropped the bags, fished
the key from my pocket, and unlocked the door.  Eagerly, Catherine pushed
past me, only to stop dead in the doorway as she beheld the room beyond. 
It had taken me two weeks of concerted effort to get the cottage the way I
wanted it.  Gone was the rural, folksy decor - in its place was a large
circular bed, right in the center of the room.  Behind it, dimly
illuminated in the late afternoon sun, was a large mahogany rack holding a
large number of strange and terrible devices, none of which, I was sure,
Catherine would recognise.  The windows were heavily curtained in black and
blood-red material, giving the once-rustic cabin the appearance of a
brooding satanic chapel.

   "Danny?  What the hell...?" she asked, taking a little half-step
backwards.

   "Oh, didn't I mention it, sweetie?" I asked with a cruel smile.  "I'm
going to fuck the shit out of you this weekend.  I'm going to ruin you for
that limp-dick husband of yours.  You're going to walk out of here a
cum-sucking slut - or you're not going to walk out at all." She blinked at
me, not certain whether to believe me or not.  "Get the fuck inside," I
snarled, grabbing her arm forcefully.  "I didn't take you up here to stand
out in the fucking forest."

   "Why are you doing this?" Catherine asked, her lower lip trembling.

   I made a show of considering her question.  "Why?  I'm doing this
because it's time you surrendered to your true nature, Catherine.  It's
time you learned to obey your man, your master; it's time you learned that
you are nothing more than a dirty little slut."

   "Stop calling me that!" Catherine protested.

   I grinned, and my hands closed around her upper arms.  I've always been
a big guy, and regular trips to a expensive uptown gym kept me in fighting
trim.  Catherine - tiny, delicate Catherine - was no match for me.  I
half-pushed, half-carried her through the door, into the cottage's gloomy
interior, kicking the door closed behind me.  The bags could wait on the
porch until we were ready to leave, for all I cared - I had more important
things to attend to.  In the almost-total darkness, I pulled Catherine hard
against my body and kissed her.  She responded eagerly, her tongue slipping
into my mouth, hot and insistent.  After a moment, I broke the kiss, and
regarded her coolly.  "You're obviously ready for some fun." I ran my
fingertips along her jawline, down her throat, and hooked two fingers into
the top of her V-necked T-shirt.  Without warning, I grinned and tore the
fabric from her body, drawing an alarmed gasp from her - a gasp which
stalled on her lips when she saw my expression.  Without a word, I threw
the tattered rag of her T-shirt on the floor, then slipped my fingers into
the straps of her bra and, with a savage twist on my wrists, tore it from
her body, leaving red, angry marks across her shoulder.  Her smooth,
unblemished skin of her beautiful C-cup breasts gleamed in the half-light.
I dropped my head to them immediately, sucking the bullet-hard buds of her
nipples into my mouth, nibbling and lashing them with my tongue.  My hands
worked on her tits, squeezing the hot, heavy flesh, until she moaned
sexily. I straightened, and looked at her coldly, as if she had done
something terribly wrong.

   "Take off your wedding ring," I ordered her.

   "Oh, Danny, you know I can't just -"

   "Take it off," I repeated darkly.  "It symbolises your bond to that
useless fuck-wit you married.  That bond no longer exists.  I have a new
ring for you."

   "You do?" she said, her eyes bright.  Catherine had always loved
jewellery, and the thought of a gift was enough to make her pull off the
cheap gold band her husband had slipped on her finger the year before. 
"Are you happy now?" she replied impudently, then stepped backward as I
snarled at her.

   "You'll know when I'm happy, slut.  Close your eyes," I said, pulling a
slender package from my pocket.

   She obeyed, extending her hand in an elegant gesture.  I opened the
package and withdrew a delicate silver cylinder, a fragile and ingenious
mechanism I had purchased over the internet from a specialist company in
Japan.  The inside of the cylinder was lined with tiny, jagged teeth, each
so small that they were difficult o see with the naked eye.  A tiny screw
on the side of the cylinder controlled how extended the teeth were - for
the moment, then were almost perfectly flat against the cold silver
surface. I leaned forward, grasping Catherine's right tit, and slipped the
ring over the nipple.  She opened her eyes, obviously wondering what the
hell I was doing, but I twisted the screw, causing the tiny silver teeth to
bite into her hard nipple.  She cried out in pain and surprise, and tried
to step back, but I simply tightened my grip on her beast.  "You belong to
me, now.  If you take the ring off without my permission, I'll give you
another one to wear on your clit.  Are we clear?"

   "Danny, I don't like this!" Catherine protested, gritting her teeth at
the sharp pain.

   "You don't like it?  What makes you think I give a fuck what you like,
you worthless little cum-slut?"

   She bit her lip and shook her head, wisely choosing not to reply to my
challenge.  I gripped her wrists and pulled her over toward the bed.  She
didn't struggle as I unbuttoned her tight blue jeans and pulled the down
over her thighs, nor when I pushed her onto the bed and tugged the jeans
off completely, leaving her only in a pair of black, lacy hotpants so tight
that the lips of her pussy were clearly defined.  Deciding, for the moment,
to leave the panties in place, I dragged Catherine back to the edge of the
bed, and bent her over, her legs splayed wide, her feet on the floor, her
toes curling in the thick, luxurious rug.

   "Such a nice ass," I said softly, moving around behind her and running
my fingers roughly over her body.  "Such a smackable, fuckable little ass.
It gets you a lot of attention, doesn't it?" Catherine shook her head, but
a sharp slap to her pert cheeks changed her mind.  Catching her lower lip
between her teeth, she nodded.  "I'll bet it does.  And you love it, don't
you slut, you love the attention?  You love flaunting your body at men,
making them want you, driving them crazy?" Helpless and humiliated,
Catherine nodded reluctantly.  "You were born a slut," I say, walking
around your vulnerable, trembling body.  "I bet you were sucking cocks all
day long at school, weren't you?  All the boys - the teachers too, I bet.
You sucked them, didn't you, slut?  You begged them to dribble their sticky
cum on your lips, didn't you?  Didn't you, slut?"

   "No!" Catherine gasped in shame, but I responded with another stinging
slap to her ass.

   "You did," I reply.  "I know you better than you know yourself.  You got
on your knees and begged like a spoiled little kid.  What did you say, you
little slut?  What did you say to make your teachers stick their fat,
wrinkled cocks in your hot little mouth?" Catherine shook her head, and I
slapped her again.  Beneath the tight, sexy lace of her black panties, her
flesh was red and angry.  "What did you say?" I insisted.  "Tell me, or
I'll make you fucking bleed."

   "I begged them," she whispered, her voice harsh with shame and fear.  "I
begged them."

   "What did you beg them for, slut?"

   "Their cum," she whispered.  "I begged them to cum in my mouth."

   "You begged?  What kind of slut begs for a man to fuck her mouth?" I
teased.  She lowered her head, refusing to answer, but a pair of savage
slaps made her arch her back in pain and frustration.

   "What kind of slut?" I demanded.

   "A dirty little fucking slut," she hissed.  "I begged them to fuck my
face with their dirty, nasty dicks, and I sucked down their cum like it was
milkshake."

   "I know you did.  You were a little whore, Catherine.  But now you're
mine." I rested the flat of my hand on my ass and stroked the burning skin.
"You belong to me, don't you?"

   "Danny, I -"

   I slapped her, the hardest yet, and she sobbed in pain at the unexpected
assault.  "You belong to me," I repeated coldly.  "Don't you?"

   "Yes," she moaned.  "Yes, I belong to you."

   "Good," I say brightly, and turn away.  On the rack by the bed was my
pride and joy, a coiled leather whip with a cruel silver barb at the end in
the shape of a dragon's tooth.  I ran my hands over it lovingly, then
climbed off the bed and silently uncoiled it.  Whether she was trying to
ignore me, or simply fearful of the consequences of angering me, Catherine
remained perfectly still.  I run the whip through my hands, feeling it's
powerful weight.  "I am going to whip you now," I said casually, letting
the barb trace a thin red line down Catherine's back.  "I'm going to whip
you three times.  Each time, I'll ask you a question.  You will answer my
questions honestly, or I will make you pay."

   I stretched casually, and ran my fingers through my hair.  I was in no
hurry.  Catherine's fear was almost palpable, and it tasted sweet.  I could
keep her like this for as long as I wanted.  The power was intoxicating,
the certainty of my sexual dominance over her was a rush unlike any I had
ever experienced.  I savoured it for a long moment, then lashed the whip.
The barbed end left a streak of blood across her pink bottom, tearing a
neat slice through the black lace of her panties.  "That's one," I said
casually.  "Are you my slut, Catherine?"

   "Yes," she moaned softly, her face pressed into a pillow.

   I lashed out with the whip a second time, the silver tooth tearing open
a needle-thin gash across her beautiful ass.  "That's two.  Are you my
whore?" I asked, my tone colder and harder than before.

   "Yes, yes," Catherine replied, her voice thick with pain and
humiliation.

   I raised the whip again, swung it around my head, and brought the solid
silver tip down onto her yielding skin.  The blood blossomed forth, and she
cried out in sweet agony.  "That's three," I observed.  "Are you my
big-titted, cum-sucking worthless little fuck-toy?"

   "Yes, Danny," she hissed without hesitation.  "I'm your slut, I'm your
fucking slut."

   "Good girl," I whispered, and dropped the whip onto the bed.  I pressed
my hand down firmly on the back of her neck until her pert ass was high in
the air, vulnerable and exposed.  The tattered, blood-smeared remains of
her black lace panties hung around her hips.  The sight ignited a dark fire
in me, an overwhelming desire to break this bitch, to make her scream my
name even as I robbed her of her last shreds of dignity and self-respect. I
had intended to fuck her, perhaps deposit my sticky wad of jizz into her
tight, virgin asshole, but looking at her beautiful, bloody ass, I knew I
would not let her off so lightly.  I needed something...  special.  I
walked around the rack, considering my options.  Finally, my gaze settled
on a double-ended rubber dildo with a grotesquely exaggerated, and luridly
detailed, glans.  I grasped it firmly, my fingers barely reaching around
its thick shaft.

   I knelt behind Catherine on the bed, carefully keeping the dildo out of
her line of sight, and began to tease her moist snatch with on end.  She
sighed in pleasure as the blunt head slapped against her labia, but she was
completely unprepared for the size of the obscene tool.  I placed it gently
at the entrance to her slick hole, then, with a cruel grin, fucked it into
her gaping pussy.  The fist-sized head of the dildo tore a startled cry
from Catherine's trembling body as it plunged deeper and deeper into her
tight snatch, pressing hard against her cervix.  "Be silent, slut," I told
her in a flat, emotionless tone.  "The next sound you make will be the
sound of you cumming like my dirty little fuck-toy, or I will whip you
again until you understand your place."

   She opened her mouth to reply, then simply nodded.  I grasped the shaft
of the dildo firmly, and twisted it, rotating it inside her, working it
even deeper into her body, every motion making her body quake in pleasure
or pain or both.  I took the other end of the flexible dildo and began to
run it up and down the inside of her thighs, tracing patterns on the moist
skin, dragging the bulbous head over Catherine's proud clitoris, then all
the way around her stretched pussy to her tiny puckered asshole.  Wet with
her juices, the head seemed to seek her unfucked hole by itself.  With a
deliberate, cruel insistence, the broad, bulbous tip of the dildo pushed
past her tight sphincter and into her virginal ass.  Six thick inches of
ribbed shaft followed slowly, until the dildo was stretched tightly from
her pussy to her ass, leaving barely three inches of slick rubber cock
exposed.  Catherine was almost perfectly motionless, the only sign of life
the rapid rise and fall of her chest as she panted for breath and tried to
deal with the violation of her body.

   "So big..." she moaned indistinctly.  "So fucking big..."

   Leaving the dildo inside her grossly stretched holes, I ran my hand up
her hips, round to her shoulder blades, and back down her spine to her
bottom.  A pair of sharp slaps, one on each cheek, was enough to force a
sob from her lips.  I realised that the spanking was causing the dildo to
shift inside her ass, which, in turn, was sending tremors through her
stuffed pussy.  I raised my hand again, and again, each ringing slap
causing her body to buck uncontrollably as the dildo throbbed and shifted
inside her.  Another slap, and the tremor became quake, the muffled sobs
replaced by a full-bodied cry of agony and desire.  Again and again I
spanked her, each harder than the last, until her body moved as if in
spasm, her limbs twitching and flailing uncontrollably, hot tears of lust
and shame rolling down her face, her generous rosebud lips pressed together
in an expression of deep joy...

   The titanic rush of her orgasm tore through her helpless, abused body.
Writhing and trembling, her teeth clenched, her fingers clawing at the
bed-sheets, her viciously distended pussy flexed and pulsed around the
wrist-thick rubber shaft, her thick, clear juices tricking from her lips
and running down her thighs, her clitoris erect and proud like a tiny
penis. I groaned in pleasure, intoxicated with the sight of my slut
straining and groaning with lust and desire, and gripped my cock, pumping
it slowly as Catherine's climax ripped through her, leaving her weak and
whimpering.

   After an impossibly long time, the last echo of her orgasm shuddered
through her body, and she collapsed onto the bed, the large dildo jutting
obscenely from her violated holes.  I reached out with my left hand, my
right still busy on my cock, and slowly - so slowly - pulled the enormous
double shaft out of her.  With a vulgar pop, the swollen head emerged from
her ass, leaving the hole to gape hungrily; a moment later, the other end
slipped from her well-fucked snatch, releasing a thin trickle of
Catherine's juices to run down her thighs.  I gently laid the dildo on the
bed, and knelt next to her head.  She was perfectly still save for her
slow, regular breathing.

   "Are you alright, Catherine?" I asked, gently stroking her hair. 
Perhaps, I though with a rush of anxiety, I had gone too far.  She had
suffered so much - had I misjudged her?  "Catherine?" I asked, and she
looked up at me.

   "Don't call me Catherine," she hissed at me, her eyes dark and filled
with a profound desire.  "Don't ever call me fucking Catherine."

   "What should I call you, then?" I asked, my anxiety vanishing, running
my hands over her bruised and bloody flesh.  She grinned, an expression of
pure malice, and lowered her head toward my groin.

   "Call me...  call me your fucking slut," she whispered, and hungrily
wrapped her scarlet lips around my prick.

   And from that moment on, I did.

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