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The Breaking of Dan Newman 1

WARNING: This one has some pretty brutal scenes of torture in
it. Not for the sqeamish.





"Susan, honey, did you see that letter I wrote to 
CitiCorp? I'm going past the post office. I need to register 
it."

Dan Newman's gorgeous wife, Susan, looked up from her 
book. "Don't you remember, Dan, you sent that day before 
yesterday."

Dan looked incredulous. "Are you sure?"

"Of course, don't you remember we looked at some 
furniture and on the way back we stopped at the post office?"

Dan sat down and rubbed his face with his hands. "What's 
wrong with me, honey? My memory is just going to hell! 
Sometimes I get these dizzy spells. Well, not exactly dizzy. 
It's more like I look around and for a few seconds I don't 
seem to know where I am. It only lasts a second or two."

Susan looked concerned. She put down her book and went 
over to Dan. She kissed him tenderly and rubbed his neck. 
"Why don't you go see a doctor? Your memory is getting worse, 
that's for sure."

At age 50, Dan Newman considered himself to be one of 
the luckiest men alive. He had wooed and won the beautiful 
Susan Andrews, a former first runner up in the Miss America 
Pageant and twenty-seven years younger than himself. His 
career was prospering beyond even his wildest expectations. 
His net worth was well over the three million dollar mark. 
His health was excellent and he had taken good care of his 
six foot six, two hundred twenty pound body. He looked nearly 
as good as when he was a star running back at UCLA. But now 
this memory problem and the strange spells.

Dan made an appointment at the McCully Clinic. They were 
supposedly top-notch at diagnostics. They gave Dan nearly 
every test known, including angiograms, CAT scans and MRI. 
They found nothing. All the baffled doctor could suggest was 
that Dan was working too hard. He suggested a vacation.

As a matter of fact, the reason the doctors found 
nothing was that Susan had stopped putting the few drops of 
an amber-colored liquid into Dan's morning coffee several 
days before he went to the clinic. She started again after 
the exhaustive physical. This time she doubled the dose! When 
Dan started having even more problems, she suggested they 
take that vacation. She told her big husband that when she 
was in college a sorority sister had something like the same 
problems as Dan. Susan told him that the girl had gone to a 
small sanitarium near Big Bear Lake for a couple of weeks and 
that she came back cured.

Dan exclaimed that he didn't need to go to some shrink 
who was probably crazier than his patients anyway. Susan 
smiled. Dan's problems became worse. In desperation he asked 
Susan to find out where the sanitarium was. A week later, 
Susan drove Dan to the place. "Not so bad," Dan said as the 
car traveled up a pine tree lined road to a large rustic 
building that looked more like a huge hunting lodge than a 
hospital. "Sure is a long way from civilization," he went on. 
Under her breath Susan remarked, "Yes, precious, as far as 
you are concerned, it's at the end of the world!"

In the pleasant office, the director, Doctor Martha 
Bainbridge, interview the couple. After Dan finished 
describing his problems, the lovely fortyish doctor said 
reassuringly, "Not to worry, Mr. Newman. You came to the 
right place. You were lucky that your wife heard of us. We 
specialize in your kind of problem. Let's get right to it."

The doctor pushed a button and a very cute blonde nurse 
soon entered the office. Her plump little ass was sheathed in 
a white, polished nylon skirt and she wore knee-high, white 
kid boots that laced tightly to her well-formed calves.

"Yeah," Dan thought, "this is my kind of hospital!"

"Come with me, Mr. Newman. There are a couple of really 
easy tests we need to do. They won't take long, and then I'll 
show you your room."

When they had gone, Susan lit a long, white cigarette 
and took a deep puff. Dan did not approve of her smoking. 
"Well,"  she said to the smiling doctor, "it worked exactly 
like you said. I'm sure glad I met you at the Janus Society 
meetings."

Martha got up and walked to Susan's chair. She leaned 
over and kissed the lovely girl deeply. "That's where I 
recruit some of my clients," she remarked. "There are other 
places in several cities."

"You're sure this will work?" Susan asked.

Doctor Bainbridge opened a leather-covered box on her 
desk and took out a long, thin, Jamaican cigar. She lit it 
and exhaled a long plume of smoke. "As I told you, darling, 
my success rate has been close to ninety-five percent. It's 
because I select my clients very carefully. An older man with 
a young, beautiful wife is always a good risk. When he is 
totally devoted and has a high sexual drive, that helps. And 
oddly enough, if he is very macho and places a high value on 
his reputation as a man's man, it makes it almost a cinch. 
Nevertheless, I have had a few failures. The just couldn't be 
crushed and put back together again. Their egos were armor-
plated."

"What happened to them?" Susan asked apprehensively.

"There wasn't much choice. We used some horrendous drug 
cocktails and some terrible psychological pressures until 
they were hopelessly psychotic. They're still here. Their 
wives don't even visit them any more. It doesn't make that 
much difference. They are catatonic and don't respond to 
anything outside themselves anyway. One can never really know 
what they are thinking, if anything. Based upon my 
professional insight, I would guess they are not suffering.

"I sure wouldn't want that to happen to Dan. It's true 
that I would get everything he has, but I feel very warm 
towards Dan. He treats me very well and he is great in bed. 
It's just that ever since I got my masters degree in 
business, I have wanted to run a big business. As a woman it 
takes forever to start at the bottom in a man's world. 
Besides, Dan is dreadfully old-fashioned. He still believes a 
woman's place is in the home. He keeps pushing me to get 
pregnant. The last thing I want is kids. And, as you know, I 
have this thing about sexual sadism. The idea of having the 
power to make a man crawl to me and lick my feet is so strong 
that when I think of it I get positively wet. Maybe more 
importantly, Dan would simply die if he ever found out I 
enjoy making love to other women. I need it and I can't spend 
the rest of my life sneaking around. Sooner or later he would 
find out. I really made up my mind when I met Barbie. I've 
never met anyone who so closely thinks the way I do. I want 
her to move in with me. She could help me with Dan."

Martha laid her hand on Susan's shoulder. "I don't think 
we'll have any problems, Susan. You see that lawyer I told 
you about. He's been submitting to me for years. He'll get 
the papers for you. Bring them back tomorrow evening."

"I don't understand that very well. Dan won't sign those 
papers tomorrow. It's way too soon."

"Yes, of course it would seem like that. It's the shock 
of finding out what you are up to that will help push him 
over the edge. Remember, darling, you have to be very cruel. 
That's essential."


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The Breaking of Dan Newman 

CHAPTER TWO

Meanwhile the attractive blonde nurse had taken Dan to a 
small examining room. He might have been a little suspicious 
if he would have been more observant. Dan was preoccupied 
with that glorious ass that seemed to be fighting to get out 
of the tight nylon skirt. He might have wondered why the only 
other door in the little room was gray steel with thick 
welded reinforcing straps and heavy steel bolts.

"I'll want a urine specimen later, Mr. Newman. Drink 
this. It will tell us how well your kidneys are working. That 
doesn't taste bad, does it? Now, take the robe and go behind 
that screen and undress, then lie down here on this table."

"Was that stuff you gave me," Dan said from behind the 
screen, "supposed to make me dizzy?"

"It does a little in some people," the nurse said 
reassuringly. "It will pass quickly as soon as you lie down."

Dan emerged from behind the screen. He was a little 
unsteady. He got up on the table with the nurse's help. Her 
floral perfume was very exciting. He suddenly felt sleepy. He 
opened his eyes and shook his head to clear it. He saw that 
the little nurse was already cinching down a wide leather 
belt around his chest and arms. "What are you doing?" he 
mumbled drunkenly.

"You seem so unsteady, I was afraid you might fall off 
the table." As she said this she was pulling another leather 
strap over his thighs. When he suddenly felt cold steel 
snapping around his right wrist he protested.

"What the fuck?" he bellowed. He tried to pull his left 
arm out from under the chest strap. The strong little nurse 
was over him in a split second. He was surprised at her 
strength.

"Now, now, Mr. Newman, we mustn't fight. It really 
doesn't pay around here." In his drugged condition she had 
few problems locking his other wrist to the table. By the 
time she finished, Dan was profoundly asleep.

The nurse opened Dan's robe and looked at his flaccid 
cock. She lifted it and examined his big balls. "Oh, my, I am 
going to like playing with that cute monster!" She covered 
Dan with a green blanket and walked over to a wall phone. 
"He's sleeping like a baby, doctor. OK, that's what I 
thought."

She hung up and wheeled the table to the steel door. She 
produced a key and placed it in a keyhole beside the door. 
The steel door slid quietly aside. She pushed Dan inside and 
locked the wheels. She then turned off the lights and 
activated the door. In the pitch black, soundproofed room, 
Dan began to snore.

Nurse Nancy went to the office. She took the snifter of 
brandy that Martha offered her. "Boy, he's a big one, isn't 
he? In more ways than one!"

"Have you been peeking again, Nancy?"

Nancy giggled. "Of course. I'm the resident expert on 
cocks and balls, aren't I?"

"One can't deny your talents, Nancy dear. But you'll 
have to be a little careful. The lady wants her husband back 
undamaged. She's not a lesbian. Ms. Newman likes that cock. 
She says he knows how to use it."

"Shit," Nancy replied, "I was hoping she was a lesbian, 
like Ms. Clarke." Ms. Clarke was the last client that came to 
the sanitarium with her husband.

"I didn't say you couldn't work on his dick, Nancy. I 
just said that you'll have to leave it in working order. We 
will give him a vasectomy. You can do that." Nancy brightened 
up. "But no castration like old man Clarke," the doctor said.

Nancy shrugged her perfect little shoulders. "Win a few, 
lose a few," she said philosophically.

"Call Mia and Sandra. Tell them we will need them around 
noontime. I just want to soften up Mr. Newman tomorrow before 
his wife comes in the evening. A little pushing around, 
slapping, humiliation, that sort of thing. You won't need me 
for that. Before you go off at midnight, give him a hypo of 
5cc of pentane and ten of five percent valium. I'll have the 
night nurse give him the kicker at four."

"Oh yes, the old kicker," Nancy smiled. "Your own secret 
witch's brew. What's really in that stuff?"

"If I told you it wouldn't be a secret, would it? By the 
way, Ms. Newman swings both ways."

"Wow!" Nancy exclaimed. "God, what a body and face she 
has. Are you sure she digs it with girls?"

"Sure I'm sure. That's how I met her," Martha smiled.

"I should have known," the cute little lesbian replied. 
She left in a cloud of perfume. Dr. Martha leaned back in her 
big leather swivel chair. She was happy and excited. She 
loved doing this to men. She remembered how the male 
professors at medical school had treated the female students. 
And the interns. They treated her like she was little more 
than an educated whore. That was when she started her 
research on altering the mind. She went back and interned in 
psychiatry with a specialty in psychotropic drugs. She would 
occasionally get a chance to give her little "cocktails" to 
male prisoners at the hospital for the criminally insane. It 
was then that she discovered that the whole thing came 
together when taken as a broad treatment with the drugs, 
intensive and extensive pressure and sex! Sex was the 
catalyst. Not every man could become an abject slave. He had 
to be very masculine, highly sexual and very bright. It 
helped greatly if her were hopelessly in love with the woman 
who would be his master. It was difficult if not impossible 
to enslave an unattached male, but the doctor was working on 
that. If she could get enough males to experiment with, she 
was sure she could succeed. There were two transients locked 
in the basement right now whom her girls had picked up in 
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The Breaking of Dan Newman 

CHAPTER THREE

The next morning about 6:00 a.m., Dan awoke. He was 
still strapped to the table. His head felt like a hot air 
balloon. It took him several anxious moments in the darkened 
room to figure out where he was. He strained against the 
thick straps. His efforts produced very little results. 
"Christ," he said aloud. "I'm weak as a cat! What the hell 
did that blonde bitch give me, anyway?" He laid back, out of 
breath from such a small physical effort. It was the effects 
of the pentane, valium and the diabolical doctor's special 
"kicker". A sudden feeling of fear and anxiety passed over 
him like a cold blast of air. He shivered in the blackness. 
This was also a result of the drugs.

The lights suddenly went on. By the time his eyes grew 
accustomed to the bright lights there was a tall, brunette 
nurse standing beside him.

"Oh, Mr. Newman, it's time you awoke. How do you feel?" 
Dan launched into a tirade of questions, threats and abusive 
language. The nurse, who had heard all this before, calmly 
took his pulse and listened to his heart. She took his blood 
pressure.

"You're doing fine, honey. Now it's time for some 
breakfast. You'll need lots of energy today. Our therapy is 
pretty strong."

The nurse left and shortly returned with a large bottle 
full of a milky liquid and several other objects. "Now then, 
doll, I want you to drink all of this. It's a highly 
nutritious solution, very good for you. We certainly don't 
want to let you get dehydrated. If you refuse to drink it, 
then I will just insert this plastic tube through your nose 
and into your tummy." She held up a large hypodermic syringe. 
"Then I will inject the liquid directly into your stomach. 
It's entirely up to you."

Dan shook his head no.

"Suit yourself, hon. You won't like the tube. But I 
rather enjoy forcing it down your throat. It will also 
convince you that we can put all kinds of things inside you 
any time we want to."

She ignored his questions about where his wife was. She 
pulled on skintight rubber gloves, then applied a jelly to 
the long plastic tube. When Dan tried to move his head, she 
wrapped her rubber-sheathed fingers in his hair and yanked 
his head back viciously.

"That's it, Hon, fight me. I love it!"

The cruel nurse then placed the rounded tip of the tube 
up his nostril and began gently pushing it in. "It will be 
easier if you keep swallowing. But it will go down anyway." 
This time, Dan did cooperate. In no time, the tube was all 
the way into his stomach. She then filled the big hypo from 
the bottle, attached it to the tube and squirted the liquid. 
She continued until the bottle was empty, then slid out the 
stomach tube in one smooth pull. She patted him on the 
stomach. "Does baby have a nice full tummy?" she teased. 
"Might as well try to go back to sleep. Oh, I forgot." She 
took a metal urinal and held his flaccid cock in her hand. 
"Try to piss, baby. If you don't I'll catheterize you. That 
really does burn."

Dan mustered all his concentration and managed to half 
fill the urinal. The nurse held up the urinal. There was an 
evil glint in her eyes. She held the urinal over Dan's face 
with one gloved hand and held his head with the other. She 
laughed as she dribbled the entire contents of warm piss over 
Dan's face. "Sleep tight," she said sweetly. She left the 
room, locked the door and shut off the light. Despite his 
best efforts Dan was flooded with fear. There was no way he 
could go to sleep.

Just after noon the lights came on again. This time it 
wasn't a nurse who stood beside him. It was two very tall, 
very strong women dressed in tight black leather jeans, 
leather vests, gauntlet gloves and gleaming, black English 
riding boots with built-up heels. Their huge breasts were 
bare. One of the women, who was called Mia, had ornate silver 
shields over her breasts. They were held on by silver posts 
inserted through holes in her long, meaty nipples. The woman 
called Sandra was wearing a studded leather harlequin mask. 
Her black eyes glittered ominously from behind the shiny 
mask.

The walked confidently up to the table. Sandra spoke. 
"This dumb shitass seems to have pissed all over himself! You 
stink, animal!" she exclaimed.

"Yeah, I guess we should clean the idiot up. Let's get 
him in the shower."

The women seemed unconcerned as they undid Dan's straps 
and cuffs. As Mia released Dan's right hand, he reached up 
and grabbed her by the arm. She looked at him like he was a 
moronic child. She took her gloved hand and easily pried his 
fingers loose. He just didn't have any strength.

"Boy, are you a dummy. Now you're going to get it!" Mia 
laughed. Sandra undid Dan's left wrist and they pulled him to 
his feet.

"So you want to fight, big boy?" Mia asked. She cracked 
him across the face with her gloved palm. She laughed and 
shoved him towards Sandra. Sandra grabbed him, turned him 
around and bent his arm up toward his shoulder. Mia slammed 
her fist into his gut. As he bent over she slapped his mouth 
repeatedly. Then Sandra spun him around an punched him in the 
balls. She let him slip to the floor then kicked hiss ass 
with her hard boot.

"Still want to give us some more shit, or are you going 
to be a good little boy and do what mama tells you?"

Dan didn't say anything. Sandra put her booted foot in 
his groin. She pressed down hard.

"Answer the lady, fool, or I'll crush your little 
ballsies."

"Okay, okay," Dan groaned. He figured that he couldn't 
do much now, anyway. Better he bide his time and see what in 
the hell was going on.

The girls shoved him in the shower. The cold water 
seemed to revive him a little. He dried himself while the 
women made disparaging remarks about his big cock and balls.

"He's hung like a mule," Mia snorted.

"Yeah," Sandra replied, "but look how soft it is. With 
two gorgeous ladies like us looking at his prick, you'd think 
he would get hard. Maybe he doesn't like women. Is that it, 
faggot? You like men?"

"Probably just little boys," Mia sniggered.

Dan forgot his weakened condition and charged the woman 
with his big hands outstretched. He would strangle the bitch. 
Sandra stuck out her booted foot and Dan crashed into the 
floor. Mia kicked him in the ribs.

"He doesn't seem to learn very fast, does he?"

"What man does?" Sandra answered.

"You have a point, my dear. But this little fart can't 
be much of a man. I mean he looks kind of big and hairy like 
a man and he has that ugly worm like a man, but he fights 
like a girl. Shit, I have a kitten at home who fights better 
than this turkey does."

"Oh, well, we know he can't fight. I wonder if he can 
fuck."

"Only little boys."

"Yeah, I forgot."

Sandra sat down on Dan's back and pushed his face into 
the floor.

"Now let's see if I got this straight: Whatever I am 
sitting on neither fights nor fucks. Surely there must be 
something it can do."

Mia appeared to be thinking. "Hey, I got it. Maybe he 
can suck things."

"What kind of things?" Sandra asked.

"Assholes," Mia suggested cheerfully.

"Great idea! Let's see if he can."

Mia slipped her leather jeans to the floor, leaned over 
the table and exposed her naked ass. her smooth buns were 
hard and high.

"Okay, animal, on your knees. Crawl over there and suck 
that lady's asshole." Sandra nudged him with her boot.

Dan crawled over and looked at the protruding ass. It 
was gorgeous all right. But when Dan pulled her cheeks apart, 
he could see dark brown smears where she had missed something 
with the toilet paper.

Dan was raging inside. Normally, he could have grasped 
these women in his large arms and crushed the life out of 
them. Now he had trouble just moving around. He was a proud 
and dignified man and the things these women were doing to 
him outraged every sense of what he believed in. The only 
remote glimmer of light was these women's bold and shameless 
lust. It was obvious that these were women who had sexual 
desires and were not ashamed of them. It was even more 
obvious that the intended acting on their desires.

Dan hesitated too long. Sandra slammed her boot toe into 
his ass. It hurt like hell. "You goddamned whore!" Dan 
bellowed, "I'll see you in hell first!"

Sandra laughed raucously. "My, my, it seems the old bear 
is growling. Funny you should mention hell. Men who haven't 
been there can't really appreciate what it might be like. 
I've heard it said that Satan is a lady."

Sandra went to a cabinet and took out a long, nasty 
looking cattle prod. She pressed a button on the handle and 
smiled wickedly as the dreaded object buzzed like an angry 
rattlesnake. She walked slowly toward the man, pointing the 
device like a sword. Then she began pushing it into every 
part of his body except his face, as he rolled and thrashed 
insanely around the rubber covered floor. He made vain 
efforts to grab the punishing prod, but the laughing woman 
would easily pull it away. After what seemed an eternity, she 
stopped. Dan lay gasping and moaning.

"Now, Papa Bear, wouldn't it be easier to eat that 
gorgeous asshole? I'm really surprised that you refused. I 
envy your position. She hardly ever lets me eat out her 
shit."

"That's because you bite, you crazy animal," Mia 
giggled. "Now, get at it, Papa Bear, or I'll have Sandy shove 
that prod up your ass!"

Dan struggled to his knees. "What the hell am I doing?" 
he thought. "Get hold of yourself, man. It's not worth all 
this pain. They're not asking you to cut off your arm. Save 
your strength. Lick the whore's ass. When Susan finds out 
what's going on here there'll be hell to pay!" Poor Dan 
didn't realize it, but he had just made one small step toward 
his own destruction. A little chink in his armor had opened. 
The women would eventually split it wide open and reveal the 
naked, vulnerable and frightened man underneath.

He placed both his hands on Mia's wide hips and stuck 
his warm, wet tongue into Mia's brown-stained hole. He gagged 
a little, but managed to keep control. "Faster and deeper, 
Papa Bear. Let me know there's a real man back there. Eat me 
good. Get every tasty little speck out of my asshole. Oh, it 
feels good. Make me happy, honey!"

Somehow, Mia's unbridled eroticism was a little 
contagious. His tongue penetrated deeper and he slashed it 
back and forth madly. The woman's moans of delight and 
obscene instructions were getting to him. He felt Sandra's 
sleekly-gloved hand reach between his legs and begin to 
stroke his large cock. She was an expert. She knew exactly 
how to stroke and where to probe. Despite the bizarre 
situation he was in, Dan's cock had a mind of its own. It 
grew and grew into a rock-hard erection. Sandra laughed. 
"See, Papa Bear, it's much nicer when you cooperate."

Mia turned around and grabbed Dan's head in her gloved 
fingers. She pulled his head gently into her dripping pussy. 
"Eat me, big man. Make Mia come."

Mia was already so hot that it took only a minute or two 
before she moaned into a lovely orgasm. Just as she started 
to come, Sandra's gloved hand gripped Dan's big cock and very 
rapidly jerked it back and forth. He shouted as big spurts of 
pearly cum shot several feet across the room.

Mia pulled on her leather jeans. She made sure Dan saw 
her as she ground his still-warm cum under the sole of her 
boot. "Nasty stuff," she opined. She sat on the edge of the 
table and extended the cum-smeared sole of her boot into 
Dan's face. "Lick it clean, honey. I might slip and break my 
gorgeous ass. Then you wouldn't have it to eat."

Sandra pressed the button on the shocker and advanced it 
toward his face. Dan held the boot in his hands and gagged as 
he licked off the cold, slimy cum mixed with the filth and 
grit of the boot sole.

About that time a nurse appeared with a couple of hypos. 
Dan tried to scramble away, but Sandra and Mia easily pinned 
him onto the floor. Dan felt the stings and burning 
sensations as the drugs were squirted deep into his muscles. 

The women exchanged pleasantries as though Dan were a 
chair that could not hear. They talked about the nurse's new 
apartment, about a new boutique, etc. Dan could feel the drug 
as it tingled in his brain cells. The little bit of strength 
that had only just now beginning to flow into his muscles 
began draining out again. A great, terrifying thought raced 
through his mind. "My god, they could keep me like this 
forever," he thought. He inadvertently let out a sob. The 
nurse looked at Sandra and smiled knowingly. Dan was taking 
one more step toward the edge. 

They took Dan to the shower again. After he was cleaned 
up, the nurse brought a tray of food. "Eat it all, little 
man, or I get the tube," she commanded. Dan did as he was 
told. The slightly bitter coffee contained a dose of Doctor 
Martha's "kicker". They would see how well he tolerated the 
drug orally. His wife would give him a smaller dose every day 
for the rest of his life! They strapped him back on the table 
for a rest. "Later on you're going to get a real surprise, 
Papa Bear," Mia smiled. They turned out the light and locked 
the steel door.

Perhaps two or three hours passed when the light came 
on. It was Mia and Sandra. They unstrapped Dan and allowed 
him to walk around a little to loosen up. They then took him 
down the hall to a little room. It was empty save for two 
chairs. One was a heavy wooden chair with straps for the 
chest, wrists and ankles. Dan was strapped to the chair, but 
his right hand was left free. The other chair in the room was 
a comfortable, black leather armchair.

The two women left Dan alone. About five minutes later 


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The Breaking of Dan Newman 

CHAPTER FOUR

The tall, black-haired beauty was regally dressed in a 
shimmering black leather trench coat, a black felt fedora, 
tall, straight black gaucho boots and exquisitely tight black 
kid gloves. She was carrying a tooled leather briefcase. A 
slim black cigarette holder with a smoldering white cigarette 
was clenched between her flawless white teeth.

"Dan, dearest, how are you?" She sat in the leather 
chair and blew a cloud of smoke in his direction. She 
listened patiently to the long, raging answer to her rather 
strange question. He ended up by shouting. "You're part of 
this, aren't you?"

Susan smiled. "Not a part of it, darling. You might say 
I'm all of it. It is my idea."

"Why?" he asked in horrified disbelief.

Susan didn't answer. Instead she opened the briefcase 
and took out a sheaf of paper bound together at the top. 
"This is a power of attorney. It gives me complete control of 
your assets and bank accounts. You really must sign it, 
darling."

"I will never sign, you little bitch!" he bellowed. "Not 
even if they kill me!"

"How silly," she laughed. "I don't want you killed. I am 
quite fond of you. You're like a big, old, lovable Saint 
Bernard. But big dogs are such a nuisance if they're not 
properly trained. You will be my good doggie, Dan. You will 
see how much fun it will be to fetch and carry for me, lay at 
my feet and lick my toes." She smiled lecherously, "and make 
that big dickey of yours hard when I want it."

While all this was going on, the lovely doctor was 
preparing. She showered, dried and powdered her voluptuous 
body. She pulled on thin surgeon's gloves and applied a 
generous coat of Vaseline to her waist and groin, especially 
thick over her smooth, shaved pussy. She then stretched a 
pair of flesh-colored, tissue-thin latex pants over her hips. 
At the crotch of the pants there was a thick rubber pad with 
long rubber projections that fit tightly over her pussy. The 
rubber "fingers" slipped back and forth over her hard 
clitoris. She removed her gloves and put a thin latex 
brassiere over her large breasts. At the center of each cup 
there were two holes surrounded by similar little rubber 
projections that gripped her big nipples. A one piece, milky 
white rubber dress went on next. It was cut like a European 
nurse's dress. The tight rubber molded erotically over her 
muscular asscheeks and over the rubber bra. She then donned a 
thin, black rubber apron with shoulder straps. The apron had 
a large scarlet cross on the front. At last she applied 
heavy, exotic make-up and stretched a clean pair of surgeon's 
gloves over her long, sensitive fingers. Finally, she put on 
a pair of extremely high-heeled, black leather boots.

Just as Susan was finishing her speech to her stunned 
husband she heard the sound of high heels clicking along the 
hallway.

"I believe I hear Dr. Martha coming down the hall. I'll 
just give these papers to her. I'm sure she can convince you 
to sign them. Doctors have all kinds of ways and special 
tools to make people do things. Then I will be back and help 
with your doggie training. I must find you a really pretty 
collar and leash. Bye, honey," she said sweetly.

The doctor came into the room. Susan gasped in excited 
admiration. Dan was shocked. How could she? Susan briefly 
explained Dan's refusal to sign. The doctor smiled.

"I've got to run now, Martha. I have a hot date with 
Barbie. She's moving in next week. I'll need someone to watch 
Dan while I'm out setting the business world on fire." Both 
women laughed. Susan left in a rustle of leather.

The rubber-sheathed woman sat down in the leather chair 
and said nothing while she read the legal documents.

"You can't get away with this," Dan said angrily.

Doctor Martha looked up and smiled. She then went on 
reading.

"Sooner or later I will have to show up in court," he 
went on.

"Indeed, you will," Martha replied calmly.

"You can't keep me here forever, you know," Dan added.

The Doctor laughed. "I certainly hope not. There are 
others like you who need my therapy. Everything here seems in 
order. Why don't you just sign the papers?"

"Never!" he shouted.

"Good for you, dear man. You hold out just as long as 
you possibly can. I dearly love a challenge," Martha replied. 
"Now listen to me, you piece of shit. It states in this paper 
that you are no longer mentally capable of minding your own 
affairs. When you go to court, you will go in a wheelchair, 
pushed by your tearful and saddened wife. Everyone, including 
the judge, will feel so sorry for this poor woman who has 
courageously volunteered to care for a totally helpless 
husband. And at those times when you appear in public and the 
couple of times when other doctors examine you, you will be 
totally helpless. You will have no idea where you are or who 
you are. You will blubber incoherently. My deposition is 
already typed up. You had a complete breakdown which resulted 
in a form of catatonic schizophrenia. Believe me, the drugs 
your lovely wife will give you before your court appearance 
and before the doctors' examination will perfectly produce 
the symptoms of this mental condition. When we are through 
with you, Mr. Newman, you will be under the absolute control 
of your wife until the day you die."

The doctor left Dan to think that over. A couple of 
minutes later, Mia, Sandra and the bouncy little Nancy came 
to get him. They forced him down the hall to the torture 
room. This time they closed the iron door. There would be 
noises that they wouldn't want anyone outside to hear. Dr. 
Martha was waiting. She motioned the women to put Dan on the 
table. They strapped him down tightly.

"Thank you, Mia and Sandra. I can tell you have done 
well. You may go now. I'm sure Nancy and I can take care of 
this part. Come back about ten in the morning." The women 
left.

"Now, my dear boy," Martha addressed Dan, "we could use 
drugs and a lot of  fancy psychological footwork to get you 
to sign those papers. We will use the fancy stuff later. But 
my greatest pleasure lies in good old classic torture. It 
will also help set you up for the fancy stuff. In other 
words, Nancy and I will give you such enormous agony that you 
will sign the papers. I expect by the time we are finished, 
you would gladly sign your own death warrant.

"We go at it a little differently. Once we start we 
carry out our little routine all the way through. We won't 
even let you sign or we do it all over again -- and over and 
over and over until you do. Want to change your mind?"

The courageous, but foolish man shook his head no.

"Great," Nancy remarked. "Shall we begin?"

"We shall," the doctor replied.

As she got some tools from a drawer the seductive doctor 
went on. "The nerves are not distributed evenly, Mr. Newman. 
There  are many areas of the body where they are especially 
concentrated. Two such areas are the nipples. A man's are 
just as sensitive as a woman's. Yours are quite large. They 
will be delightful to work on."

She held up a gleaming stainless steel instrument. I 
consisted of two metal loops laying on top of one another. 
The two loops were placed over the nipple and the one loop 
slid past the stationary one, clamping the nipple with a 
scissors-like action. The loops were not sharp and would not 
cut.

The doctor slipped the loops over Dan's nipple and 
pulled the nipple out as far as she could with her non-slip 
rubber-covered fingers. She then pushed the ratcheted lock 
until Dan screamed in pain. "Oh yes," she said rather 
huskily. "Now the nipple is exquisitely tender, is it not?" 
She tweaked the pain-racked nipple and Dan shrieked. She then 
applied an antiseptic solution to the nipple. "Your patient, 
Nancy."

The eager little nurse picked up a device which Dan 
vaguely recognized. It looked like a miniature tattooing gun. 
She filled the little cup that ordinarily holds the colored 
dye with a drug called prochlorperazine. It is usually used 
to control nausea. Its side effect is that it burns like 
liquid fire!

She flipped a switch and the tiny needle began vibrating 
in and out rapidly. She leaned forward and pressed the tip 
gently to Dan's agonized nipple. "No!" he shrieked in 
blinding pain. The needle just pierced through his thick skin 
and into his raw flesh. The burning liquid was plunged in 
with it at the rate of a hundred times a second. Ignoring his 
almost steady screams, Nancy licked her lips and began 
running the buzzing needle over the tip and then around and 
around the swollen projection. She took her time and spent 
over five minutes torturing Dan's tit. His big body was 
dripping sweat. At last she stopped. Dan's nipple continued 
to feel as though it were dipped in acid. Finally, it began 
to wear off.

Doctor Martha removed the clamp. She moved it to the 
left nipple. "Really, Doctor, I find this idiot's shrieking 
terribly annoying, especially in this small room. Is there 
any way we can stop it?" Nancy inquired.

"Of course. It is stimulating at first, but I agree it 
does get old."

The doctor got a hypo with a long, extremely thin 
needle. She filled it from a vial. She then swabbed both 
sides of Dan's Adam's apple with disinfectant. "I'll just 
inject this right here on both sides well into the vocal 
cords. They will be completely paralyzed. The best he can do 
will be some rather low, froglike whooshy noises.

Despite Dan's pleading, Dr. Martha slipped the needle 
into his larynx. His voice slowly died out and he could only 
make gusty air noises.

"Perfect, now let's do the other titty," Martha laughed.

Dan was put through another five or six minutes of pure 
hell. Nancy was ecstatic. Her nylon-covered pussy was damp 
with lust. The doctor kept moving and wiggling her pretty ass 
to make the rubber fingers massage her hot clitoris.

When they finished the nipple agony, the two women 
sadists had a refreshing drink. Nancy cheerfully inquired, 
"The old pee-pee next?"

"You must be reading my mind," Martha responded. "Put on 
some gloves. There may be some mess with this."

Nancy pulled on a pair of nearly transparent latex 
gloves. She wiggled her shiny fingers. "Rubber gloves are so 
sexy. I mean when you see someone pull on a rubber glove you 
figure they're going to do something nasty and probably 
painful."

"Right on," the evil doctor laughed.

"How do we start?" Nancy inquired.

"I rather like a good old-fashioned whipping myself, but 
let's show our man something first," the doctor answered.

She walked over to Dan and stared into his tortured 
eyes. Her scarlet, glistening lips curled into a seductive, 
yet cruel smile. "I daresay you really hate us. How you would 
enjoy getting those huge paws of yours around our slim necks. 
Yet, despite your seething anger I will show you just how 
much control a woman has over you and just how little control 
you have to resist her."

Doctor Martha applied a generous amount of KY jelly to 
her gloved hands. She began sensuously massaging the base of 
Dan's cock. Her slick thumbs gently prodded sensitive spots 
under and around his big balls. She licked her lips, bent 
over and flicked her warm tongue over the tip of Dan's satin 
smooth cockhead. Then her darting tongue spiraled around the 
exquisitely erotic area where the pinkish head joined the 
rest of the cock.

Despite every ounce of hateful concentration, Dan's cock 
slowly began to stiffen. Martha's insistent fingers finally 
brought it to its full eight inches. She laughed derisively. 
"You see, little man, you are just a toy to a determined 
woman. Something to play with, to amuse herself with. Like a 
toy you can be thrown into a dark box when she tires of you." 
Dan's humiliation was grinding down his very soul.

Martha fastened a wide leather strap around Dan's 
scrotum. She then took a stretchy rubber strap with hooks on 
both ends. She hooked one end to the ball strap and then 
painfully stretched the rubber strap to the end of the 
operating table where she hooked it to a steel rail. Dan's 
nuts were pulled out as tight as a drum head. The smiling 
doctor handed Nancy a small ship with a springy handle and 
several knotted leather thongs. "Beat the useless thing 
soft," she commanded.

Nancy needed no encouragement. The fire raging in her 
pussy was motivation enough. The little whip sizzled through 
the air and exploded around Dan's cock. The rattling, squeaky 
sounds of anguish he made excited Nancy even more. Very 
carefully and methodically, she lashed the man's genitals 
until they were so striped they were an almost solid beet 
red. On and on she went until all the crazy sounds Dan was 
making ceased.

Under Dr. Martha's rubber attire she was drenched in 
perspiration. The way the silky rubber slid obscenely over 
her body was driving her insane. She madly massaged the 
rubber insert over her drenched cunt until she had an orgasm 
that almost caused her to faint. Nancy's rubbered fingers 
plunged into her own shaven pussy and the slick rubber, 
bathed in her divine honey, flew over her clitoris. She soon 
had her own breathless pleasure.

The women had another drink, then came back to the 
table. Dan was making blubbering sounds. "Yes, I know, 
sweetie. You are begging to sign, aren't you? But I gave you 
fair warning. Now suffer, fool!"

Next the doctor placed a thin rubber tube around the 
head of Dan's swollen cock. She pulled it down tight and tied 
it off like a little tourniquet. The head turned a deep 
purple. "Take off your right glove, Nancy. Your lovely long 
nails are perfect for this. Just use the sharp tip and slowly 
work on that swollen head. Don't go deep enough to draw 
blood. It's not necessary. Just use enough pressure so that 
it shows white streaks. B e sure and pay special attention to 
the base of the head. It's the most sensitive area. It 
doesn't make a blinding pain. It is the little agony that 
builds and builds until the man thinks he is going crazy. 
Take all the time you want. He's not going anywhere. I'll get 
my 'cruel shoes' ready for our friend here."

"What are the cruel shoes?" Nancy asked.

"Wait and see. They're my own invention."

Nancy pulled off her glove and wiggled her scarlet 
talons in front of Dan's eyes. "Aren't they gorgeous, honey?"

She held up his cock and slowly pressed one of her nails 
into the little hole. Dan was jerking. She was smirking and 
slowly began twisting. The crazy gurgling in Dan's paralyzed 
throat told her that she was hitting a nerve. Thousands of 
them to be exact. She then used two fingers and starting at 
the tip she clawed down the head to the base. Dan's eyes had 
a crazy, terrified look. Water was almost running out of his 
armpits. Ten, fifteen, twenty minutes passed and the agony 
grew and grew. His cockhead was now so sore that even the 
touch of her soft fingertip caused excruciating pain. Finally 
Nancy ceased to be amused. She dropped his tortured cock and 
slashed at it a few more times with the knotted whip. Tears 
streamed from the croaking man's eyes.

Dr. Martha was ready with her cruel shoes. They 
consisted of a steel plate that was shaped like the sole of a 
human foot, but they were arched outrageously. It was the 
equivalent of a thin-soled show with at least a seven inch 
heel. Thin metal bands with slots in them fitted over the 
ankle and the arch. When a key was inserted in the bands, 
they could be tightened like an airplane clamp. the truly 
evil thing about the devices was the side of the plate that 
fitted against the foot. They were lined with needle-like 
points about an eighth of an inch long.

Martha washed the soles of Dan's feet with a strong 
antiseptic soap, then swabbed them well with betadine. She 
fitted the straps over Dan's left foot. "The feet are very 
rich with nerve endings," she explained to Nancy. "Also, 
pulling a male's foot into such a distorting arch is pure 
hell. One must go very slowly, not only to increase the pain, 
but to allow the bones to adjust. Otherwise one runs the risk 
of breaking a bone. Okay, just put the key here and tighten 
it two turns. Then put it in here and tighten it two turns. 
Then here. Take your time."

Okay, but I have to pee first."

Martha laughed and pointed her gloved finger at Dan's 
head. "Piss in his mouth. No sense in wasting it."

Nancy squatted over Dan's mouth while Martha held his 
head by his ears. "Better not waste any, Dan. So far neither 
of us is angry. Imagine what it would be like if we were mad 
at you. Toys get badly broken when little girls get mad at 
them."

As best he could, Dan managed to gulp down the hot salty 
piss. By now he realized that he was in the deepest kind of 
trouble. They could probably kill him in the most inhuman way 
if they wished. It was not lack of courage. He was simply 
faced with a devastating force called WOMAN and, like most 
men, he had no background with which to understand and deal 
with that force.

Nancy returned to the cruel shoe. She began the 
tightening process. The first contact with the needle-lined 
plate came at his instep. Nancy could tell by his thrashing 
around in the leather straps and his wheezing and croaking 
that he was suffering pitifully. But Nancy was without pity. 
She just kept tightening the steel bands, pulling his foot 
closer and closer to the needles and arching his foot into an 
agonizing cramp. Tighter and tighter, pain and more pain. 
Both women looked with wide and sparkling eyes at the 
contortions on the brutalized man. Tighter and tighter until 
his foot was flush with the plate from his heel to his toe. 
To give Dan credit, he remained conscious until the last, 
horrible turn of the key.

"Whew!" Nancy exclaimed, "That was something else. Every 
time I turned one of those screws, I felt it all the way 
inside my pussy."

"I understand, my pet," Martha replied. "Let's get him 
awake. I think I will give him the chance to sign now."

"Already?" Nancy exclaimed.

Martha laughed. "You are a confirmed little sadist, 
aren't you? Do remember that this is only the first step. I 
am sure there will be many little moments that will turn your 
diabolical pussy on."

The beautiful doctor waved some ammonia salts under 
Dan's nose. His bloodshot eyes slowly opened. His dry lips 
uttered a whistling sound from deep in his throat.

"Welcome back, little man. Are you awake? Do you 
understand what I am saying?"

Dan nodded in the affirmative. His foot felt like it was 
being crushed in a vise.

"Good. You now have the second chance to sign over 
everything to your deserving wife. Yes, or no. Nancy is 
anxious to get started on your other foot."

Dan hesitated for a few seconds as the doctor looked 
into his eyes, a little smile on her lips. He weakly nodded 
his head. Nancy brought the papers. They helped the man into 
a sitting position and he signed his name. "Release his foot, 
Nancy."

The little blonde nurse reluctantly did so. They wheeled 
in a regular hospital bed and slid Dan off the table into the 
bed. Dr. Martha applied some jelly to the oozing sole of his 
foot. She sent Nancy for the hypos that would keep Dan 
helpless and she called for some juice, which she allowed him 
to drink. Nancy and doctor put arm and leg restraints on him, 
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The Breaking of Dan Newman 

CHAPTER FIVE

The next morning, Nancy, Sandra and Mia came into the 
vaultlike room. Nancy gave Dan more shots and they allowed 
him to eat a good breakfast. Dan was hungry and he reasoned 
that he had to maintain what energy he had. They even allowed 
him a second cup of black coffee. Somehow he felt grateful. 
He had taken another step toward the edge.

Dan heard the unmistakable sound of a woman's spiked 
heels clicking on the hard floor. It has been said that even 
though you have never heard the sound of a rattlesnake, you 
will know it if you do hear it. The same is true of the 
erotic click of a woman's heel. A man stops what he is doing 
and waits in breathless anticipation to see what woman is 
making these exquisite sounds.

Dr. Martha and Dan's wife, Susan, strode into the 
discipline chamber. The doctor was dressed in a smart, while 
nylon smock, short white skirt and tall, laced white leather 
boots. Dan's painfully beautiful wife wore high, burgundy 
boots, an obscenely short gray leather skirt, a white silk 
shirt and a wine-colored leather vest. She held a long 
cigarette between her long fingers, which were sheathed in 
fine gray leather. 

Without hesitation, Susan walked up to Dan, lifted her 
short skirt and exposed her naked pussy, which she had shaved 
perfectly clean. "Kiss my cunt, lover. I just pissed and I 
want you to dry it for me."

Dan's rage exploded. He made an insane move to grab her 
and fell off the chair as she easily danced away from him. 
"Let me suck it, you gorgeous woman," Sandra offered. She 
kicked Dan several times with her sharp boot toe.

"Really, Dan," Susan said with pretended anger, "You 
just couldn't get enough of this wonderful stuff. Now you 
refuse it. It seems impossible to satisfy you." All the women 
laughed mockingly.

Susan walked up to Dan. He looked up at her tall, 
glimmering boots, her heavy full breasts and her crimson 
lips, which were now curled back into a sadistic sneer. "Now 
your training really starts, my doggie. With the help of 
these women, I am going to reach my gloved hand inside your 
head, rip out your brain, squeeze it like it were wet clay 
and mold it into what pleases me. If it doesn't take the 
shape I want, I will just not put it back at all. I'll just 
crush it into jelly with these spike heels." She jammed the 
heel of her boot into Dan's neck and shoved his face into the 
floor.

Sandra and Mia wrestled Dan to his feet. They handcuffed 
him and shoved him down a corridor behind his clicking wife 
and Doctor Martha. They shoved him in a room which was like a 
small gymnasium. In the center of the room was a big iron 
cage at least twenty by twenty feet. Inside there was a large 
hoop mounted on a wooden base, several little stools and a 
two-by-four mounted edgewise on two tall iron stands. It was 
for all intents and purposes like the old lion tamer cages at 
the circus.

The two guards forced Dan onto a steel table and bound 
his arms and ankles. Dr. Martha jammed a needle into his arm. 
It was a slow-acting adrenaline. It would give him some added 
strength. She then produced a very large hypodermic syringe. 
Attached to it by a flexible plastic tube was a long needle. 
She would put this in Dan's vein. No matter if he thrashed 
about, he would not tear his vein or break off the needle. 
The solution in the syringe needed to be injected slowly. She 
prepared Dan's arm and eased the needle in. She taped the 
needle and tube into place.

"In all modesty, my dears, I am rather proud of this 
drug that I'm giving Papa Bear. It is entirely mine, derived 
from my own research. For years, it has been known that the 
really basic, archaic and animalistic fear center of the 
brain is located in the hypocampus region. Strangely, no one 
ever bothered to see if the tissue in this area was in some 
way different than other brain tissue. I did. It turns out 
that the tissue is the same, but the chemicals in the cells 
are slightly different. They contain slightly higher levels 
of a kind of endorphin called endorphin-2-poly. I 
deliberately introduced a big, black nasty cat into cages of 
white rats. As they reacted in absolute terror, I quickly 
removed the cat and immediately sacrificed half the rats and 
examined their brains. Somehow, in a way I don't completely 
understand, the endorphin-2-poly had undergone a complete 
chemical change. I am not an organic chemist, and I don't 
completely understand the new substance. It is a complex 
organic chemical. Later, when I examined the other half of 
the rats when they were calm, the endorphin-2-poly was back 
and there was no trace of my fear chemical. I worked long 
hours to just give my rats a little fright such as a loud 
noise. I pissed away a fortune on rats, but I finally found 
that in some rats the process was actually taking place, and 
I found the chemical that caused the fantastically rapid 
change. It was so simple, I'm surprised I didn't figure it 
out sooner. Our patient here is now receiving this chemical 
along with other compounds that cause it to be absorbed at a 
very precise rate. Not too much as to produce insanity and 
scare him to death, but enough to produce a real, 
pathological terror. It works better if the recipient has 
been under traumatic stress for at least seventy-two hours, 
hence our treatment with Dan here."

By now the syringe was empty. "Get him in the cage 
before he starts reacting," the doctor ordered. Mia and 
Sandra released the man and took him into the cage. They sat 
him in a corner, left the cell and locked the door.

Meanwhile, Susan had changed her clothes. Ebony riding 
boots clung to her curvaceous calves. A pair of cream-colored 
leather riding pants that flared out at the hips graced the 
lower half of her body. Above this she wore a black, shiny 
silk safari shirt that clung to her naked breasts and 
revealed the hard nipples underneath. Her glorious head was 
covered with a tan, chamois skin safari hat with a wide 
leopardskin hat band. Creamy buckskin gloves reached to her 
elbows. Her wide, sensuous mouth was outlined in scarlet 
lipstick that gleamed like crimson patent leather. And in her 
hand she carried a long-handled stock whip. A long, thin 
cigar smoldered in her crimson lips.

Strange noises began emerging from the cage. Dan was 
starting to whimper like a puppy that was cringing under the 
lash of a brutal master. He was crawling back into a corner 
and he looked rapidly about with a wild and terrified look in 
his eyes. There wasn't anything wrong with his voice, but he 
wasn't saying anything; only whimpering.

Susan stepped regally up to the cage, unlocked the door 
and stepped inside. She walked slowly toward Dan. He tried 
desperately to squeeze through the narrow bars. His drugged 
mind saw his gorgeous wife as being at least twelve feet 
tall. He was in blind terror that she might crush him like an 
overripe grape under those leather-heeled boots. "Please 
don't, Susan!" he screamed. "Please, please!" his voice 
trailed off into racking sobs.

Inside, Susan did have a moment or two of indecision. 
She really was fond of the big man. She vowed that when he 
was broken, she would treat her dog kindly, beating him only 
when he was naughty. She would make sure he had lots of good 
sex, a warm and clean place to sleep and she would let him 
suck and lick her feet for long periods of time. But right 
now, she was determined he become her lovable and loving 
puppy.

Susan cracked the long, snakelike whip over Dan's head. 
He shrieked as though she had actually ripped open his flesh. 
"Up, Dan! Up! On your feet!" Again the evil lash cracked like 
a pistol shot.

Dan scrambled to his feet. He pushed farther back into 
the corner. She walked closer. "Over here, doggie. On this 
stool. Quickly!" This time her whip grazed his shoulder. He 
howled in pain. The drug exaggerated everything.

The women outside the cage were sitting in comfortable 
chairs, sipping wine and fully enjoying what they were 
watching. Nurse Nancy was playing with her pussy.

Dan scuttled over to the stool and stood on it. "Squat," 
Susan said coldly. Dan squatted down. His face was a mask of 
gut-wrenching fright. "Hold out your paws, doggie." Dan did 
as he was told. Susan held her sleekly-gloved hand in front 
of his face. She slowly clenched it into a glistening fist. 
To Dan it looked absolutely huge. It could smash his face to 
jelly, he thought as the drug programmed his brain. he 
piteously begged her not to kill him. 

Susan's laughter was joined by the other women. "Poor 
baby," Susan said tenderly. "I'm not going to kill you. At 
least not if you obey me. Sniff my glove, doggie. Smell your 
Mistress's scent. Smell her leather and perfume. Then lick 
it. See how smooth and musky it tastes. Worship your 
Mistress's gloved hand, little doggie."

Dan took Susan's hand into his huge ones. He was very 
gentle lest he anger her. He cautiously sniffed the heady 
odor of leather, perfume and her cigarettes. At a deeper 
level of his mind, the odors excited him somehow. He would 
remember it forever. Dan began running his tongue over the 
sleek glove. His fear subsided a little. If he was good and 
obedient maybe she wouldn't beat him. Yes, he thought, if he 
was really good he wouldn't be so afraid. She had already 
told him that if he obeyed her, she would not kill him.

Dan licked the palm, the backs and each long finger. The 
more he adored her hand, the better he seemed to feel. She 
was so strong and great. He absolutely believed she could 
crush him to jelly with that shiny hand. But she was being 
kind to him. When he obeyed her, she would be kind to him. It 
was all beginning to be very simple.

Susan snatched her hand away. The abrupt gesture made 
Dan shriek in terror. "Please don't crush me!" he whimpered.

"Maybe I won't, Dan. It depends on how well you obey me, 
how much you please me. You want to please me, don't you, 
Dan?"

"Oh, yes," he said quickly. "Please Susan. Please 
Susan," he repeated over and over as though he were reminding 
himself.

"Now, Dan. I want you to lay down and roll over for me. 
Do it now, right now!" Her voice suddenly became cruel. It 
was all part of the training. 

Dan dashed himself to the floor. He rolled over and 
over. Susan kicked him with her booted toe.

"No, you bad dog! Not over and over. Just roll over 
once!"

Dan begged and begged her for forgiveness. His gut-
clawing fear began flooding his soul again.

"Very well, Dan. You are forgiven, but if you are not 
very careful and listen closely, I will just have to give you 
a very painful whipping. Now, lick the dirt off the soles of 
my boots. That will make me happy. That will please me, Dan."

Susan sat down and lit a cigarette. She extended her 
boot. Dan lashed his tongue across the gritty leather of her 
boot soles. He was trying as hard as he could to please her. 
She could grind him to dust with those boots, he feared. He 
liked Susan's feet. He thought about how much he would like 
to lick and suck her naked toes. She had let him do that 
before. How he loved it!

His cock began to stiffen. Susan noticed this and smiled 
to the other women. Already the connection between her power 
and sexual stimulation were being made in Dan's mind. He was 
progressing even faster than she had hoped for. She would 
give the doctor a bonus: She would make love to the 
attractive woman.

Susan had Dan perform a series of degrading acts. Once, 
when he got confused and made a mistake she took up a riding 
crop and whipped him viciously. The doctor told her that she 
needed to be very cruel and heartless at this point. "Be 
careful, Susan, you're enjoying this cruelty too much," she 
said to herself.

Susan finished the training session by making Dan lick 
the shit from her asshole, then she made him drink her hot 
urine. She told him it was a reward for being pretty good. 
Dan believed it. He felt badly that he had not been perfect. 
He would try harder. Yes, he would.

Dan went back to the little room. The doctor injected 
him with a powerful sedative. When he awakened the next 
morning, he was fed. He tried to remember what had transpired 
in the last twenty-four hours. Images of Susan's beautiful 
body, her gloves that smelled so exquisite, her gleaming 
boots, swam through his mind. A rush of fear blasted his 
stomach as the vision of her standing over him, the dreadful 
riding crop descending toward his naked body.

Dan was restrapped to the table. Susan and the doctor 
came in. Susan was stunning in a red leather blazer with 
black silk blouse. A caressing black kidskin skirt encircled 
her waist. It was very short and emphasized her long legs 
sheathed in black nylons. A pair of short black boots with 
sky-high heels graced her feet. 

The doctor inserted a hypodermic syringe into a bottle 
of pale yellow liquid. She filled the syringe.

"Oh please, Susan. Please. Don't let her give me more 
drugs. Please, it's so awful! Please, Susan!"

"You're being disobedient, Dan. I will punish you for 
that. Maybe I will crush you." These words caused great waves 
of terror to flow through him. He didn't quite understand 
why. Could she crush him, he thought? Was it possible? 
Perhaps she could. He was confused again.

"Now, Dan, don't carry on so. You haven't had this drug 
before, but you will get it often from now on. It will make 
you very sleepy and so relaxed that you won't want to move. 
Susan will have a long chat with you. You will like what she 
says. You will like it very much. Even though you may not 
think so right now, you love Susan very much. You love her 
desperately. I couldn't do these things to you if you 
didn't."

The doctor put a rubber tube around his arm and pulled 
it tight. She found a vein in his arm and gradually injected 
the powerful hypnotic. In seconds, Dan's eyes closed. His 
troubled face relaxed and he almost looked like a sleeping 
baby. "Susan. Yes, I love Susan," he mumbled.

Susan drew a stool next to Dan. She lit a cigarette and 
let the smoke trickle between her gloved fingers. She then 
held her hand over Dan's nose. "Sniff it, Dan. It's Susan's 
gloves. It's the gloves you know and love. They excite you, 
Dan. Susan's gloves can be so hot and exciting." Her gloved 
hand moved to Dan's cock and stroked it gently and 
erotically. "Or Susan's gloves can be mean and cruel." Her 
hand then encircled his balls. She squeezed them agonizing. 
He screamed and tired to open his eyes, but her other gloved 
hand covered them.

"Lie still, Dan. Relax and listen. Listen to Susan's 
voice. You will hear only my voice. You will want to do and 
believe everything my voice tells you. You will want it Dan. 
You will believe the things my voice tells you are your 
ideas."

Susan moved the perfumed gloved hand to Dan's nose 
again. She droned on and on with her low, sexy voice. The 
voice told him how much he wanted to please her. How much he 
desired to be her abject slave. How happy it would make him. 
The voice went on to tell him that his very life depended on 
his obeying her. If she made him go away, he couldn't live. 
He would grow sick and die for the love of her. Then she 
whispered obscene and perverted things in his ear. As she 
did, she toyed with his big cock which was now hard as steel. 
She commanded that he not come. This would happen only later, 
when he was a perfect slave, she told him. Then he would do 
and watch all those erotic and forbidden thing she had just 
told him about. Susan then started all over again, repeating 
and emphasizing every detail. Almost two hours passed, then 
she quietly got up and let the hypnotic thoughts flow around 
Dan's cortex. 

Susan hurried to the doctor's office. The doctor closed 
and locked the door. She began unbuttoning Susan's silk 
shirt.

"Faster, darling," Susan panted. "That session with Dan 
made me crazy with lust. Let me show you some of the things I 



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The Breaking of Dan Newman 


CHAPTER SIX

For the next two weeks, Dan hardly knew a day when he 
was not drugged with one powerful chemical or another. The 
fear drug, the hypnotic drugs, the disorientation drugs. 
Drugs that heightened the sensitivities of his nerve endings 
a hundredfold, after which Susan would whip him and twist his 
balls and nipples viciously. After a while he was so 
conditioned that her medium hard whippings caused him 
unbearable agony. That way she could discipline him without 
causing him real injury. He would never grow accustomed to 
pain.

Dan's own will gradually left him. He never even knew he 
had a will of his own when the women finished with him. He 
believed with all his soul that this was the way life was 
supposed to be. And he loved Susan with every atom of his 
being. Great Susan, beautiful Susan, Susan who only whipped 
him because he deserved it. Susan the most gorgeous woman in 
the world, Goddess Susan with her perfumed gloves.

The next two weeks the drugs were gradually withdrawn to 
just a maintenance level. The doctor gave Susan a huge bottle 
of blue capsules.

"Give him one a day. It is a combination of many of the 
drugs we used. They won't diminish his capacity in any way, 
but he will always be the perfect slave you wanted and very 
much deserve, my dearest. Bring him back in six months for a 
checkup.

"When he goes for his sanity hearing, I will testify as 
to his mental condition. Give him an injection of this about 
two hours before the hearing. Any judge in the world will 
believe he is a hopeless case. Everyone in the courtroom will 
feel sorry for you. The judge will commend you for your 
bravery and devotion. Now, take your doggie home and enjoy 
him."

EPILOGUE

Susan took Dan into the house. Barbie had moved in weeks 
ago. Susan introduced Dan to Barbie. "This is Barbie, Dan. 
You will obey her just as you obey me."

Barbie extended a gloved hand. "Sniff my scent, Dan. 
Lick my glove. Taste me. Remember my scent," Barbie 
commanded. Susan had briefed Barbie long ago. Barbie tested 
Dan. "Get on your knees and lick my boots clean." Dan threw 
himself to the floor. He licked, lapped and sucked eagerly. 
How fortunate he was to obey Barbie. This would obviously 
make his Mistress Susan happy. Oh, how he wanted to do that!

Susan and Barbie took Dan up to the guest bedroom. The 
had him undress and they put a little black leather pouch 
over his big dick and tied it around his waist. Then they 
locked a studded black leather collar around his neck. The 
collar read "DOGGIE DAN"

The room was bare except for a huge wicker doggie bed 
that Susan had had made in Mexico. It was to be a big 
practical joke, she told the Customs officer when she brought 
it into the States.

"This is your very own bed, doggie. Aren't you happy?"

"Oh, yes, Mistress," Dan beamed. "My very own bed."

Susan had Dan put on a pair of soft, lace-on brown 
leather booties.

"Tomorrow, when I go to the office, Barbie will start 
showing you how to keep house, do the laundry and cook. You 
will be such a useful doggie slave. You will love it, won't 
you?"

"Yes, Mistress. I will love it so much. It will please 
you."

"Yes, doggie. It will please me," Susan confirmed. "I 
know that Mistress Barbie will have to whip you some. You 
aren't always perfect, despite the great trouble I have gone 
to, to make you so. Is that not true?"

Dan's face screwed up into a mask of contrition. "I 
don't know what is wrong with me, Mistress Susan. I don't 
deserve to be your doggie. I am so weak and stupid. You tried 
for years to make me better. Please don't send me away. I 
will try very, very hard."

Susan smiled at Barbie. "No, doggie. I won't send you 
away just now. Maybe I will later, we shall see. Just keep 
trying. Tell me, doggie, what would happen to you if Barbie 
or I sent you away?"

Dan burst into tears. he groveled at the women's booted 
feet. "I would get sick. I couldn't eat. I would die all 
because I am stupid. Oh, my Goddess I love you so much and 
Mistress Barbie, too."

Susan smiled down at him. "Stand up, doggie. I won't 
step on you today. Maybe tomorrow. It depends on Barbie's 
report. Worship her as you worship me. She is perfect. You 
can never be perfect. She is so much more than you are. She 
deserves to be worshipped as I do. From now on, you will 
address me as Goddess Susan and Goddess Barbie. Each night 
you will spend two hours praying to us. You will like that."

"Yes, Goddess Susan. I will like that very much. I will 
love that."

"Now, Goddess Barbie and I want to see how well you can 
please us with this."

Susan curled her gloved hand around Dan's cock under the 
leather pouch. "Remember that I told you that if you really 
please me how I will use my gloved hand?"

"Yes, Goddess. You said you might let me come."

"Might let you," she emphasized. "We shall see. Make it 
hard for me right now!"

Barbie did not believe what she saw. The leather pouch 
poked out obscenely!

"I told you, darling."

The two women went to the bedroom. Susan led Dan b his 
cock. She paused to enfold the gorgeous young woman in her 
arms. They kissed long and passionately.

"Do you love me, Barbie?"

"God, yes, Susan. More than anything in the world!"

Susan smiled sweetly. "I wonder," she thought to 
herself, "what it would be like to have two doggies sniffing 
at my gloves -- and at my pussy. Yes..."
She decided it would be delightful. The good doctor might 
have some second thoughts, but she needed money for her 
research and the enormously expensive tastes she had.

"I should think fifty thousand in gold might overcome 
her squeamishness. Barbie is weak like Dan. I'll bet it would 
not take nearly so long."


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