bimbo-puppetsandplaythings: Broken BrandiEverything was just so…so…fucked up!Brandi lo
bimbo-puppetsandplaythings: Broken BrandiEverything was just so…so…fucked up!Brandi looked at the leash in her manicured hands and felt the tight sensation of the collar clamped tightly around her throat, wondering how it had all happened. She knew herself. She was strong, independent with a furious temper and aggressive tone yet now. Brandi felt tamed, Brandi felt broken.Her mind was empty, eerily quiet and peaceful. With a head so devoid of thought there was no passionate feelings or emotions to attach to. Brandi felt like she just existed. She stood on the spot patiently and waited for someone or something to tell her what to do. She needed an outside force to guide her now and she had never felt so ashamed of it.Brandi was aware that her whole body screamed slut. She had always been gifted with curves but they had taken her natural beauty and manipulated it. They had enhanced her figure and combined with the teasing outfit Brandi had been built for sin. The lab, operating in the shadows of a mysterious organisation, had kidnapped her and destroyed her. The old Brandi would have wanted nothing better than to rip their throats out and pummel them within an inch of their lives and she would have been capable of doing that. Now other instincts were creeping in and they scared her. How could she feel grateful towards the men that had done this to her?The centre of Brandi’s universe felt like it existing in her pussy, spreading outwards to her nipples, mouth and arsehole. All of these areas were extremely sensitive and all seemed to want attention at once, fighting to be touched and used. Currently her skin-tight outfit was enough to cause a dull throbbing tease in most of these places. Her other senses were desensitised in comparison. Brandi’s ears could only pick up a collection of noises, unable to distinguish one from another. Her docile eye’s roamed the room but never seemed to rest on anything in particular and nothing generated any thoughts. She felt damaged, her brain upended and sensed there was no way back.Suddenly someone was beside her. It was a man. Brandi’s body reacted violently. Her pussy roared like a furnace, her lips crackling in hopeful anticipation. Then her hips decided to shake of their own accord, causing her large rack and bulging behind to jiggle in a way that should be pleasing to men. Her eye’s met his and then instantly aimed downwards along with her head in a classic sign of servitude that was alien to her strong character. The involuntarily reactions made her feel weak and pathetic and yet desperate and needed at the same time. Her already broken mind was all of a muddle.His fingers brushed against hers as he felt the collar. Brandi tugged hard, eager for him to take it and choking herself in the process. He didn’t though. Instead they went off exploring. She felt his warm palm press against one of her tits, moulding and massaging to get a proper feel of them. An animalistic groan of passion escaped her lips which was silenced as he thrust two fingers down her throat. She sucked on them obediently. Next they were roaming around her rump, pinching and squeezing. Fortunately they didn’t weave around to her pussy otherwise she was sure she wouldn’t be able to hold herself together for much longer.Finally he went back to the leash. When she realised her grip and he took the leather strap it felt like a ritual of power. Brandi sensed her relinquished control and knew she was handing over so much more than a chain. His identity became branded across her brain, this man now a master to serve and obey. It also felt symbolic. The end of her old life and the beginning of her manufactured new one. The end of one chapter and the beginning of a much darker one.When he pulled she moved without an inch of resistance, arms by her side, head up proudly and back arched so that her globes led the way. She was a representation of his power and status now and she was determined to do him proud. Her old self would hate and resent herself forever.Like this story? Have something to say? Please feel free to leave me a comment in the Ask Me Anything section of my Tumblr page or e-mail me at b-pap@hotmail.com. I’m also open to picture submissions in the Submit section.For further reading check out my Deviant Art page at http://bpap.deviantart.com/ or my story area at www.mcstories.com. My author name is BPAP.Thanks for readingB-PAP -- source link