Breaking Her Down Bundle: (Post Apocalyptic BDSM)

by Claudia Balvenie

  He stared into her eyes for a long moment before shaking his head. He released his tight hold on the leash and grabbed her arm, tight enough to bruise.

  “Time for punishment then.”

  CHAPTER 3

  Diana was roughly shoved out of the door, and he pushed her into the sun. Her eyes fluttered, readjusting to the bright light as she scanned the area for creatures.

  “We're safe enough. They can't get through my fence.” He said, following her concerns. He then tossed a large, plastic bucket at her.

  She frowned, turning it over. “What's this?”

  “I told you, punishment.” He grabbed two more of the buckets and held them easily in one hand. He unsheathed his machete with the same hand that held her leash.

  “We are headed to the river. Start walking.”

  She didn't know the way, of course, but he still expected her to take the lead. He guided her instead, watching as she would stumble through the brush. Her hose were torn and her knees bloody by the time they finally reached the water.

  After all three buckets were filled, he handed her one. She was surprised at how heavy it was. When she first lifted it, some of the water sloshed out of the sides.

  He frowned. “You will not lose that water.”

  She looked up to him. “It's too heavy for me, I need to carry less.”

  “For each time you spill it, you will receive punishment. You are now at one. Understand?”

  “I thought this was the punishment..” she began.

  He jerked her leash to stop her words. “Do you understand?”

  His actions jostled her bucket again. She nodded, but some of the water had gone over the side.

  “Two.”

  Wait! You made that happen!” She protested.

  “No excuses.”

  She sighed. She took a deep breath and began the long walk back to his cabin. Two more times did she stumble and fall before realizing the heels were simply not worth it. She pulled them off and tucked them under one arm, making her way along in hosed feet. He nodded his approval. Another stumble, and she removed the pantyhose as well.

  Still it was slow going. She had been a gym user of course, especially in the bunker, but she mostly worked on cardio. Weight lifting had never been one of her interests. She could lift the bucket, but not much else. She was having to set it down multiple times to catch her breath. Her captor made no comment, simply waited patiently behind her. He easily held two full buckets in one hand, her leash and his machete on the other.

  “It's just so heavy,” she complained, tears stinging in her eyes. “I can't do this, I'm too weak.”

  He grunted. “No excuses. Get up.”

  “No, please, I.. I can't do this.” The tears were rolling down her cheeks.

  “Do you want to learn how to survive?”

  She said nothing, only sobbed.

  “Do you want to be able to make it on your own, if you ever chose to leave?”

  Something in his words solidified her thoughts. She nodded once and rose to her feet. She was dirty and stained with blood and tears, but she knew she had to do this. This was how she would survive. She pawed her eyes clean with the back of her unbuttoned shirt.

  “Good girl. Finish strong. You only have fifteen punishments so far.”

  She almost stumbled at that but kept her composure. She would make it, no matter how long it took. She lifted the bucket and kept the slow walk going.

  CHAPTER 4

  The tears flowed anew when they finally reached the clearing the cabin was in. This time they were of relief. It had taken most of the morning for the trek through the woods, and it had been relatively safe. They'd seen none of the undead creatures, for which she was truly grateful.

  She had not spilled again since her breakdown in the woods. She'd not been faster, but she'd dug deep and managed to bring the water back, mostly intact. He guided her to a large cast iron pot that hung over a fire pit. He poured both of his buckets in and directed her to do so as well.

  She tried to lift the bucket, but her arms wouldn't respond correctly. They still held the bucket off the ground, but they simply wouldn't lift it any higher. She tried several times, grunting in frustration, until finally he reached for the bucket.

  “You've done a very good job today, my pet.” He said, his voice soothing. “I can handle this.”

  She jerked away from him, shaking her head. “No. This, I need to do this.”

  He took a step back, surprised. He nodded in affirmation.

  She knew she simply had to figure out another way to get her arms higher. This wasn't working. So she began to use her knee to push the bucket up. She let her hands trail down the sides of the bucket, keeping it steady while she did not have to push them any higher. She leaned the water against the cast iron pot and slowly tipped the bucket over and into it from the bottom.

  He watched her every move, approval in his eyes. Once she'd finished, she dropped the bucket to the ground and sat down on the ground, exhausted.

  So worn out was she that she did not even realize when he'd left until he returned. He held out another candy bar to her, as well as a granola bar and a opened can of peaches. She set upon each greedily.

  “A reward, my pet. For a job well done.” She had already gobbled down the candy bar and was setting at the peaches with vigor. “I notice that you are not complaining about the chemicals any longer,” he continued.

  She didn't have the energy to argue. She simply grunted with approval. She ate every bite that he gave her, and licked the inside of the can. She couldn't remember canned peaches ever tasting so good.

  “You have done well, and have been rewarded. But your lessons continue. You will learn to stand whenever I take your rope in my hand. And you will learn to stop fighting me. I have your best interests at heart.”

  He slowly wrapped the leash around his hand, drawing her in. She was too exhausted to fight it, which seemed to please him. When she stood about a foot from him, he pulled a strange piece of clothing out and wrapped it around her midsection.

  “What is this?” She asked, fingering the strong fabric.

  “Master,” he prodded.

  She sighed heavily, wishing she hadn't used the name as a joke before. Now he liked it and insisted. “What is this, Master?”

  “Better. Well, my pet, it appears your arms are not going to be much good for the rest of the day, nor your legs. I'll not have you damaged beyond repair. So I'll be using this harness to keep you in line for your punishments.”

  “I don't understand, how does it work?”

  He turned her around and began to snap different areas in place, pulling it tight around her midsection. It stopped just below her breasts and went slightly below her waist. Then he took her hand and led her back into the room that he'd kept her suspended in mid air in before. He let the rope down, and expertly attached it to her harness, clamping it in tight.

  He moved to the pulley and slowly she rose off the ground, held in place only by the harness. Her arms and legs uselessly dangled below her, and her hair covered her face.

  He shook his head. “No, no, I don't want you to see what I'm going to do to you,” he began. He grabbed the leash and quickly attached it, too, to the harness, forcing her to hold her neck upward. He then pulled her hair into a sloppy bun, and stepped back to admire his handiwork.

  “Beautiful.” He slowly walked around her helpless form, running his hands along her body. “You are mine, my pet. I can and will do whatever I desire.” He pulled out a drawer in a nearby table, removing a long whip with several tails on it. He moved in front of her, lovingly stroking the device.

  “This is going to hurt, quite a bit. But you will learn your lesson.”

  Her eyes widened in fear. Her lower regions were already growing warm and wet with excitement. She couldn't figure out why her body desired this, what reason it could possibly have to want to be punished, especially by a man who's name she did not even know!

  He lay
his large hand against her cheek for a long moment. It was a bit of gentleness before the pain to come. She relished it and snuggled against him. Abruptly he pulled away and moved behind her. The leash kept it so that she could not look behind, try as she might.

  The first smack with the whip took her by surprise. She yelped as it bit into her flesh, even through the layers of her skirt and underwear. She could feel each of the weighted tails as they made contact. Still, it was only a warm up. The second lash was harder, and she cried out in earnest with pain.

  He laughed darkly behind her, and let his hand caress her rear, through the clothing. The third lash was against the back of her bare leg. A shriek escaped her lips, and she knew there'd be welts there the next day. He knelt behind her, slowly running his free hand down her thigh, caressing where he'd just caused pain. The mixture of the two was strangely erotic.

  He enjoyed toying with her. She would begin to relax into his caress, only to be shattered by another piercing lash. Still she counted them, each, knowing that fifteen was the magic number and he would stop.

  Finally, while in the midst of a good caress on her clothed rear, he left the fifteenth lash go.

  “Master!” she cried, before a soft moan escaped as he mounded her cheek with his hand. “That was fifteen, aren't you done with this?”

  She felt his hand drop from her body. He growled, low in his throat and stalked to her front. He shoved the butt of the whip against her chin and pulled it up so that she faced him. “You think this is about the water, you stupid bitch?”

  “Master, I..” she stammered.

  “Do you think that is all you deserve punishment for?”

  “I just...”

  He grabbed her jaw and shook it, hard. “I am in charge here. And you have so much to atone for. Do not ever presume to tell me when you are done, or when you've had enough punishment. As far as I am concerned, you will never be done.” He leaned forward, his breath hot on her face. “You cannot atone, do I make myself clear?”

  She nodded simply, still afraid, but even more excited because he was losing control. She had to know what would happen when he went over the edge. He looked dangerously close to it.

  With that he let moved back behind her, slamming against her rear twice more with the whip, even harder than before. Then suddenly, he grabbed the bottom of her skirt and jerked it up to the waist, leaving her rear bare, save for the thin underwear she still wore. A gasp of excitement escaped her lips before he slashed the tails against her, once, twice, a third time. Each one brought another excited cry from her lips.

  “You..” he began, through grated teeth, in between lashes, “are the reason this happened. Your money funded these bastards.” Another sharp lash, this time one of the tails actually slipped between her legs. It should have been painful, but it wasn't, not at all.

  “All the while, your tight little cunt was safe deep in your bunker.” His free hand pushed her butt cheeks apart and he let the handle of the whip run down her slit. “While the rest of us fought for our lives.”

  He kept stimulating her with the handle of the whip, while his other hand came down on her butt cheek, open handed, hard. She yelped in surprise and pain, but he only pressed the whip harder against her clit.

  “You have no idea what I've had to do to survive this long.” He began, another hard slap of his bare hand against her equally bare rear.

  “But I will give you a taste.”

  With that he began to roll her soaking panties down her legs, baring her nether regions to his eyes. Once more he began to rub her clit with the handle of the whip. She then heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper.

  “You think that you're so much better than the rest of us. You think you can have whatever you want, because somehow you are special.” She felt the tip of his massively hard dick probing at the edge of her hole. She could feel herself tightening up and loosening, wanting to grab it in, pull it deep, though he kept it teasingly close.

  “This is all you are good for now.”

  With those words, he rammed himself deep inside of her. It was so hard, so deep, she couldn't help the scream that erupted from her throat. His laughter sounded behind her, dark and cruel. He knew exactly how hard and thick he was.

  “That's right. Scream for me my pet.”

  She did.

  He was as relentless with his dick as he was with his whip. But with this, there was no stopping and caressing in the midst of it. No, this was purely for his pleasure and that was obvious. Still, despite how deep it was going, far deeper than she'd believed possible, she felt her body respond to it's invasion.

  Her screams stopped being for pain, and began to be of enjoyment. When that happened, he redoubled his efforts, thrusting in even further, even deeper, drawing out the painful screams until finally his balls were slamming into her clit with each thrust and she realized she'd finally taken him completely inside.

  “You'll get used to the size, my pet.” He encouraged, his rhythm steady. He did not seem to be in any hurry, merely was enjoying her tightness.

  “Still,” he began, as he kept thrusting inside. “I like to watch you squirm.” With that, he cracked the whip against her rear end again, hard.

  She jumped in pain, of course, She had just begun to enjoy what he was doing. She had relaxed. That was a mistake. He wanted her to be punished, and so that is what would happen. Another crack of the whip.

  She could feel her canal tightening. Her body was responding to this rough treatment, even if she tried to hide it. Another slash with the whip, another thrust of his hard, thick dick. Over and over he slammed into her, hard, touching places she'd never been touched before. It amazed her, as she'd never seen his cock. Hell she'd didn't even know his name.

  That realization drove her over the edge. Her insides sputtered, contracting and releasing, gripping his dick in their powerful grip. He laughed madly. He whipped her unceasingly until finally her orgasms had passed.

  Slowly he pulled out of her then, his hard cock still poised at the entrance to her newly widened hole.

  “You are not supposed to enjoy this, my pet.”

  She tried to catch her breath, but finally managed to rasp out, “I apologize, Master.”

  “You realize you have incurred another punishment.”

  “I do,” she began, bracing for the sweet touch of his hand or the whip.

  Instead, he guided himself higher, to her virgin hole. He began to push against it, insistently.

  “Wait!” She began commandingly. She revised her tone before explaining. “Please, I.. I've never done that. Please. I don't...”

  He hovered at the outside of the tight hole. He clearly was in no mood to be accommodating. She could feel the thick rod as it kept pressing against her. “Do you wish to use your safe word?”

  “Well, no, but..”

  “Then hold your tongue, my pet.”

  With that, he shoved the head in with a pop. She gritted her teeth, and he stopped, slowly letting his hand caress her reddened rear.

  “You must relax into this, or it truly will be painful. Far worse than the whip. Understand?”

  She closed her eyes and took several deep breaths before nodding her assent. He began again, slowly working himself deep inside of her, pushing his huge cock inside her untouched hole. Inch after agonizing inch he pushed inside, slowly rocking his hips to allow more movement. Each time he would rock in, he would shove a bit more inside, then slowly pull out, never removing the head. She realized he was fortunate to be covered in her juices, else this could have been exceedingly painful.

  Finally, himself fully inside of her. She only knew cause she felt his balls finally touching her well-ridden pussy.

  “You're so tight, my pet. I can see myself inside of you.”

  He then began to fuck her rear in earnest.

  He hadn't lied, it wasn't comfortable, but once her body had widened enough to take him in, it stopped hurting. His rhythm was back, even harder than before, and the ha
rness shook with his every thrust. He grabbed her hips on either side, and used the swinging of the harness to smash into her, even harder. Each invasion had both his inertia and that of the rope to add to it.

  Finally his sexual needs overcame his punishment needs. She heard the whip fall to the floor as he began to violently slam into her rear. His rhythm was off, and his thrusts became painfully hard until finally she felt him lose control. A groan tore from his lips while she felt wave after wave of his seed coat the walls of her ass. Over and over he spurted, coating her, his semen spraying deep inside of her.