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Breaking in Ingrid (Simon Grail)


Breaking in Ingrid by Simon Grail

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Pretty would-be actress Ingrid Aston is stealthily removed from her normal life to become the prisoner of Gustav Balik: a rich man who keeps women in his secret London harem. She is to be trained to serve him as a loving sex slave. To make her situation even more bizarre and frightening, her keeper and trainer is a sophisticate robot avatar of Balik programmed to carry out his desires. Ingrid is put through a relentless series of training scenarios designed to break her will and ensure her complete obedience. She is penetrated by a robot phallus, yoked, stimulated by rubber tongues, repeatedly shocked, made to insert strange objects into herself, suspended, beaten, gang-banged, humiliated and degraded, taught lesbian sex and challenged to produce multiple orgasms to prove herself. And all this takes place under the gaze of Balik’s face, staring out at her from every monitor as he watches her suffer. Can Ingrid relate any of this to the films she so wants to star in, and will it have a happy ending?

Number 9 in the “Breaking in…” series!

Product type: EBook    Published by: Fiction4All    Published: 6 / 2018

No. words: 14635

Style: Sex Slavery / Training, Male Dom - M/F

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Excerpt

Ingrid Aston woke up feeling stiff, sick and confused.
She knew something was wrong, but her brain was too thick and muzzy to work out what. She blinked her eyes and focused on her surroundings. She was lying on a rubber covered mattress in a clear plastic box about the size of a single bed. The box had air holes drilled in its sides and was just tall enough to sit up in. It stood in a small white walled room with bright strip lights, a black rubber floor and a single door.
She was also stark naked, except for something wrapped about her neck. Moving a stiff arm she reached up and found it was some kind of metal collar with a rubber lining and tether rings hung on its outside. She tugged at it but she could not pull it off. Panic gripped her and she jerked upright and scrabbled about until she was huddled up in one corner of the box. It had a door panel set in one side and she pounded on it, but it would not open. She was a prisoner!
What was going on? What did she last remember?
She had been at the audition for the film job. Everybody had been making a fuss of her and she had been very excited. She was sure this was going to be her big break… and then nothing.
Her stomach knotted up in sick fear and she shivered, hugging herself. How did she get here? Where was here? And who had stripped off all her clothes, leaving her exposed like this for all to see?
Ingrid was twenty, with blonde, straight bobbed hair and a bright heart-shaped face. She had warm brown eyes and a slightly snubbed nose. Her pale breasts, looking larger than they were on her slender chest, were capped with large nipples. She had a lean slender body, fleshy rounded buttocks and a dark golden pussy bush.
Now she felt angry and humiliated as well as being sick and terrified.
Then the door of the white room opened and something came in. It was literally a “thing”: a machine, not a person! Ingrid gave a yelp of fear.
It looked a little like some robots she had seen in the movies. It stood about man height and moved on a hi-drive caterpillar track base, with a hinged extensible upper body and rotating shoulders that carried a pair of metal claw-tipped arms. Where its head should have been was a large PC tablet stood on its end, with binocular camera eyes mounted on either side of it. On the tablet screen floated a face set against a black background. It was that of a man perhaps in his mid-thirties with olive skin, glossy black hair, a saturnine beard and deep, dark intelligent eyes.
The thing rolled up to the side of her plastic cage and surveyed her through its glass eyes. Then the head on the screen spoke with a clear, cultured voice, with a trace of a foreign accent she did not recognize.
‘I am the mobile computer avatar of Gustav Balik, whose face I wear. To avoid confusion, you may call me “GB”. You are in a basement training facility in one of Mister Balik’s office buildings, where chosen women who need to be broken in as his slaves are sent. I will supervise your training according to my programming. You will learn to obey me, and therefore Mr Balik, without question. You will be taught to be a perfect sex slave eager to perform any act required of you. When you are ready, you will be sent up to Mr Balik’s penthouse apartment to serve him in person. Then my work will be done.’
Ingrid gaped at it incredulously, trying to process what the machine had said in her still confused mind. She had never heard of Gustav Balik. It was all impossible, mad, crazy!
She banged on the sides of the cage with her fists. ‘Let me out of here! You can’t do this! People will be looking for me!’
‘No, they will not,’ the machine responded calmly, unmoved by her threats. ‘Mr Balik is a very rich man who always gets what he wants. He likes pretty women. He saw you in a small part in a TV drama and said: I want that woman. Through my main frame, which is highly sophisticated, by the way, I researched your background to establish the best means. That was why you were invited to that fake audition. Actually, it was to allow me to scan your face and voice and mannerisms and access you phone contact list. Then you were incapacitated and brought here. As far as your friends and family are concerned, you have gone abroad to shoot a part in a film. I can create a perfect mirror of your face and voice…’
The face of Balik morphed into her own face continuing to speak but now in her own voice.
‘This virtual version of you will continue to send reassuring messages home. No one will miss you for weeks. By then you will be Mr Balik’s perfect slave. As I said, he is very rich and powerful. Powerful enough to have me constructed as his alter ego to handle mundane tasks such as training women like you…’
It was her own voice and face telling her this, but she could not accept it. ‘You… you can’t make me a slave!’
Balik’s face and voice returned to the screen. ‘I can. I have trained many women before you and the method has been perfected. The process will begin now…’
The door of the cage which had resisted Ingrid opened at the machine’s touch. He reached inside and grabbed Ingrid by the hair and pulled her out onto her feet. With his free hand, he grasped her right breast and squeezed. Her soft pale flesh bulged out around the triple pronged claws. As she shrieked in pain and tore at it, he closed his other claw about her left breast. Then he lifted, pulling her feet off the ground so that her legs kicked in the air. She had to grasp at his metal wrists and pull herself up to take some of the tearing pressure off her breasts.
A telescopic rod extended from a recess in GB’s torso. It had a realistically moulded flesh-coloured rubber penis on its end. Before she could stop it, it had found her pussy cleft and slid up into her vagina, impaling her. Ingrid’s eyes bulged in horror even as the thing took a little of the weight off her breasts. Then it began to vibrate and pump back and forth.
‘This is an exact copy of Mister Balik’s penis,’ GB told her. ‘You will learn to love it and pleasure it. To begin your training, you will now orgasm over it.’
‘Awww…. you b… bastard thing… no… never!’ Ingrid shrieked.
‘Until you do, I will not let you down. I can hold you like this for hours if necessary…’
Her frantic kicks which twisted her hips about were churning the pumping phallus inside her ever more deeply. And despite the terrible squeezing, tearing pain in her breasts, her pussy was responding, getting hot and wet.
‘Is it not more sensible to choose pleasure instead of pain?’ GB asked reasonably. ‘Let yourself be stimulated until you climax and then I will let you down. Rest your feet on the top of my tracks and work yourself against the shaft. That way it will happen more easily.’
Sobbing, Ingrid obeyed, the phallus shaft hinging upwards as she did so until she was braced against the sloping tops of GB’s tracks as they ran up to their elevated drive sprockets. That took a little more weight off her breasts. And then, with a groan, she began to grind her hips about the impaling rod, pulling on the mechanical arms that held her so cruelly. The pain in her breasts was easing off a little, but perhaps that was only because there were turning purple!
Through tear-filled eyes, she looked into the face of Gustav Balik on the screen. A man who could afford to have a machine like this built, to have her taken so casually, could do anything. At this moment, she was his plaything and there was nothing she could do about it.
That thought disgusted and excited her in equal measure.
‘Just respond naturally,’ GB advised her.
By now, her pussy was seriously hot and wet and dripping, squeezing about the silky smooth rubber penis inside it.
‘I have observed many women in your situation, and have seen them adapt to necessity,’ GB said.
He sounded so calm, even when he was inside her! But he was just a machine…
She sobbed and squeezed on the pulsating shaft and then suddenly she felt her loins burst as she deluged it with her juices. In response, the penis spurted some hot fluid into her, as if it had really ejaculated.
It was not a great orgasm, but she had come even in a nightmare like this! For a brief moment she had felt a thrill of pride and pleasure, as if she had achieved something wonderful.
The penis rod pulled out of her, sucking on her vagina and dripping white fluid. GB let her down onto her knees and released his grasp on her breasts. She hunched over, clasping them tight and moaning as the blood began to flow back into them and they tingled and burned.
The penis rod, shiny with her juices, retracted into its slot. GB took out a wire rope leash from a side panel of his torso and clipped to her collar.
‘Now you will have your first proper lesson,’ he told her. ‘Crawl after me on your hands and knees…’


Author Information

Simon Grail is an artist and author of many strong BDSM content A1 books, including the best sellers "Sex Slave Holiday","Hell School for Teachers" and "The Young Women of St Evals" and "The Bagatelle Club". Past works include:"The Purgatory Club" trilogy, the "Bondmaid" Saga sextet, the "Lesbian MILF Blackmail Gang", "Sisterhood of Submission", the "Dragon School" and "Castle of Slaves" novels, and several short stories including the ongoing "Breaking in..." and "Nightmare in..." series.

 

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