The Breaking of Kim
By Buzz

Kim Nelson stood before a sea of hostile faces. She had just commenced her first employee’s meeting as the new manager of the Steeple Chase Lounge. Folding chairs had been set up in the kitchen for the meeting. Kim stood behind a butcher block table. In the back she could see her boss, Alphonse Russo, watching her closely.

Kim had dressed carefully for this meeting. She wore a blue suit consisting of a matching jacket and skirt, a white blouse, and a red power tie. The tall elegant Kim possessed some nice curves but kept her body constricted and compressed with a lot of lycra .

Kim had just graduated with a degree in hotel management and was eager to put the theory she had learned into practice. The lounge had no written job descriptions, resulting in turf wars over authority and responsibility. Writing a set of job descriptions commanded a high priority with Kim, but first she had to establish her own authority. She didn’t know how far Alphonse would back her up, but she had decided to aggressively establish her authority.

She commenced by announcing her new dress code, which quickly drew a scowl from Earl the head chef. Earl sat in the front row without an outer shirt wearing a sweaty tank-top tee shirt. Earl rather resembled Danny Devito.

Suddenly the door swung open and Dixie Brown made her grand entrance--thirty minutes late as usual. Also, as usual, Dixie lead with her cleavage.

Dixie physically resembled the late Jayne Mansfield, her prominent ribcage formed a natural pedestal for her nice sized (but not huge breasts) resulting in a spectacular cleavage. Because of this natural pedestal Dixie didn’t have to hold her breasts in place with stays or uplift bras. This produced a very mobile cleavage and her breasts seemed always on the verge of jumping out of her dress.

Kim’s eyes went straight to Dixie’s cleavage. As soon as Kim realized what she had focused on, Kim quickly tried to establish eye contact. Dixie caught the eye movement and smiled.

“Do you know what time it is?” asked Kim.

“No, I leave clockwatching to bean counters like you.”

Kim looked to Alphonse to see if he would offer support, but he just shrugged. Kim wanted to tell Dixie if she reported late again she would be fired. However she didn’t know if Alphonse would back her play, so she decided to be a little more vague.

“You will shall extend me the courtesy of calling me Ms. Nelson. If you are late or disrespectful again, there will be severe consequences!”

Dixie turned and started walking toward her. “And what might those consequences be, Monkey Nipples.”

Dixie kept walking forward, and Kim had to either make a stand or step aside. Kim decided to make a stand with a preemptive slap, and her arm flew up to slap Dixie’s face. Dixie anticipated the move, and parried the slap with her left arm as both arms flew to Kim’s hair. Dixie soon had both of her hands firmly embedded in Kim’s hair, and began to violently shake Kim’s head.

A couple of bouncer’s looked to Alphonse for direction. Alphonse signaled them with his hands not to interfere.

Totally disoriented from having her head violently shaken, Kim fell to her knees. Dixie (with her hands still firmly imbedded in Kim’s hair) brought her knee up sharply and connected with Kim’s jaw. The dazed Kim went limp, and Dixie finished her off by banging her head into the butcher block table.

Only Dixie’s grasp on her hair, kept Kim from collapsing into a heap. Maintaining her grip on Kim’s hair with her left hand, Dixie used her right hand to tear open Kim’s blouse exposing her bra.

Dixie’s right hand plunged into the bra and pulled out Kim’s left breast. Dixie firmly grasped Kim’s baseball sized breast. With her palm on the under breast, Dixie tightened her grip. Her fingers dug into the tit flesh till she could feel the mammary glands resisting her grip, then she gave the tit a hard twist with her hand. The pain of the titty twister broke through Kim’s dazed condition and she let out a yelp.

Dixie released her victim, and Kim curled into the fetal position cupping her wounded tit with one hand. Dixie stood over her for a few minutes allowing her to recover. Then Dixie grabbed Kim’s right earlobe and pulled her to her feet. Totally defeated, Kim allowed Dixie to control her. Next Dixie bent Kim over the table.

Dixie said, “Earl would you and your staff prep this turkey for an ass warming and figging?

Two cooks each grabbed an arm and used ropes to secure Kim’s wrists to the legs of the table.

Earl ripped off Kim’s skirt, exposing her lycra body shaper. Earl grinned as he grabbed a paring knife and cut the band. He grabbed a hunk of lycra with each of his hands, and said, “Just like opening a can of Poppin Fresh Dough.” As Earl tore open the body shaper each of Kim’s creamy white ass checks popped out, justifying Earl’s metaphor.

Earl moved in front of Kim and showed her a large finger of freshly skinned ginger root. A grove had been cut at one end.

“See the nice butt plug I just carved for you. It will give your paddling an extra zing.”

Earl then moved behind Kim and inserted the ginger. As her splinter muscles clamped down into the groove, ginger juice squeezed out and Kim felt like a fire had started in her anus.

Earl produced a leather paddle and announced, “This is a paddle I used as a correction officer at the state pen.”

Earl waited a few minutes to increase Kim’s suspense. Finally, Kim glanced back to look, and Earl raised the paddle and started his swing. Kim’s buttocks clenched in anticipation of the blow. This clenching squeezed out ginger juice and Kim felt a sharp burn in her anus and quickly unclenched. Then the paddle smashed into her ass.

Earl took his time delivering a nasty beating to Kim’s ass. Kim bravely withstood the assault. She knew her ass would be totally black the next day. Kim had to concentrate so as not to clench her buttocks. This made for a very trying ordeal.

Finally the beating ceased, and Dixie said, “Now Show Earl your appreciation and thank him.”

Although in fierce pain and feeling quite vulnerable, Kim answered with a “Fuck you!”

“Looks like the brat hasn’t learned any manners yet. Spread-eagle her on her back and lets see what she has between her legs.” Dixie said. In a matter of seconds the cooks had secured the naked Kim spread eagle on her back,. Each wrist and each ankle tied to a separate leg of the table.

“Wow, look at those cunt flaps!” exclaimed Earl.

Kim’s large labia minora protruded several inches beyond her labia majora. Dixie grasped the inner lips and managed to stretch them a good six more inches before releasing them and letting them snap back in position.

“She has to play with herself, to get cunt flaps this long and thick.” announced Dixie. Kim’s face turned bright red confirming Dixie’s statement to the amusement of all.

“I’ll show you something else,” announced Dixie as she pointed to tightly curled clump of Kim’s pubic hair, “ Pubs don’t curl this tight naturally. She likes to wrap them around her finger.”

“Tell you what cunt,” said Earl, “I’m going to untie your right hand and I want you to play with yourself.”

“Never,” replied Kim.

A lecherous smile crossed Earl’s face and he said, “I was hoping you would say that. Now I am going to break you. I have seen how scared you are of spiders and I have just the one to put you over the edge.”

Earl went to a cabinet and pulled out a large fruit jar with holes punched in the lid. The jar contained a huge tarantula. Earl unscrewed the lid and dumped the tarantula on Kim’s thigh.

Kim’s eyes went wide with horror. Her body went stiff as the tarantula started walking down her thigh. The spider looked absolutely demonic to Kim.

“I think that’s one horny tarantula. He’s headed straight for her pussy.” Earl said.

At that point Kim lost control of her bladder, and yellow urine puddled under her.

“All right, I’ll do anything! Just get that thing off me!” Kim cried.

Earl picked up the tarantula, dropped it back in the jar, and replaced the lid. Then he untied Kim’s right hand.

“All right bitch, give us a sex show”

Kim blushed and slowly moved her hand down to her womanhood. Aware that all the eyes in the room were focused on her most intimate part, Kim shut her eyes and slowly started to massage.

As she felt her inner lips becoming engorged Kim managed to transport her mind to a far off sunny beach in Greece. In her mind, a handsome Greek Adonis tended to her every need; and had gently taken her labia in his mouth. Softly she spread out the inside of the labia which looked like a ruby red butterfly. Slowly, completely lost in her fantasy, she stated to increase the pressure. As she approached a climax she let out a soft moan.

At This point, Dixie grasped her wrist and jerked it away. Dixie’s action also jerked Kim’s mind back from her fantasy and once again she found herself on her back-- in the kitchen laying in a puddle of her own urine--with her enemies leering at her gaping cunt.

Dixie re-secured Kim’s right wrist and then moved around, so that Kim could see Dixie’s head framed by her knees. In her right hand Dixie held a toilet brush with harsh bristles embedded in an oval wire frame.

Dixie said, “This is known in the trade as a wah-wah stick. Ever hear the expression “Up your giggy with a wah-wah stick. I’ll let you guess what your giggy is.”

Soon Kim felt her tight vaginal walls being stretched by the wire brush. Earl moved behind her and held her head up, forcing her to watch her violation. Dixie commenced to stroke her with the brush. As Kim adjusted to the pain of the virginal stretching, she felt a new sensation. Kim correctly guessed that the bristles had found her g-spot.

Then she squirted -- a flood of pussy juices gushed from her body. Kim’s body shook from the forced ejaculation. Only her body experienced the forced orgasm Her mind did participate in the orgasm, but felt only extreme humiliation.

Dixie let Kim lay in her own filth for a few minutes, as everyone savored Kim’s degradation. Suddenly Kim felt a sharp pain in her labia. Dixie had clamped one lip with a pair of surgery forceps. Next she clamped the other lip. She used the forceps to spread Kim’s inner lips and expose her insides.

Using a third forceps she captured Kim’s clit and said, “I’m going to put a clit lead on you, and keep you on a short lease.” Kim felt a sharp sting as Dixie pierced her clit. Next Dixie placed a ring through the wound.

“If you think having your asshole figged burned. That was nothing compared to having your pussy figged.” said Dixie.

Dixie skinned a fresh ginger root finger and carved a hole in it. Using a pair of forceps she managed to pull Kim’s clit into the hole. Then she squeezed the ginger so that the juice flowed into the inflamed wound in Kim’s clit.

Kim’s once proud voice sounded like a child’s as she begged, “Why do you keep on hurting me. I said I would do anything you asked. Please stop hurting me.”

“I know you will, but your not truly broken yet. Right now you are just following the path of less resistance. By tomorrow you will be truly broken and I will own your soul.” answered Dixie.

Dixie continued, “Tell you what. I am going to give you a chance to show us what an obedient bitch you can be. I am going to untie you. I want you to get on your knees and ask anyone who cares to come forward, how you can serve them.

Soon Dixie found herself on her knees as most of the employees came forward to have their way with her. Most of the men contented themselves with having their cocks sucked. The woman tended to be cruel--slapping her face-- pinching her clit--spitting in her face.”

Finally the parade of abuse stopped and most of the employees filed out of the kitchen.

Dixie then came forward and handed her a tooth brush, and said “All right, the party is over. Now its time to clean up the mess you made. Once you have the kitchen spick and span, we will put you to bed. Here is just a little reminder, to help you remember your place.”

With that Dixie inserted a butt plug that had a curly pig’s tail attached to it.

For the next three hours, Kim toiled, naked on her hands and knees cleaning the kitchen under the watchful eye of the kitchen staff.

Dixie returned and complimented Kim on her cleaning job. Then Dixie said “Take her outside so she can do her business.”

Earl, took her clit lease and lead her outside.

“This is the last bathroom break you will get tonight, so you had best make the most of it.” Earl told her. Kim squatted and did her business. Once she had finished, Earl hosed her down with a garden hose, and had her roll in the grass to dry herself. Finally he lead her back into the kitchen.

When Kim returned to the kitchen, Dixie told her “All right bed time. Put your hands behind your back so I can cuff you. … Good, now let me show you where you will spend the night.”

Dixie lead Kim over to a trap door and opened. Once open, the trap door revealed the grease trap. Greasy water from the kitchen flowed into the trap. The grease would rise to the top and the water would drain into the sewer. Solid globs of fat floated in the grease trap. When properly maintained the grease would be scooped out by hand, but no one wanted to do this nasty job and the trap had not been cleaned in months.

“Step right in and make you self comfortable.” Dixie told Kim.

Kim hesitated, not only did she find the greasy waster disgusting, but she knew that the globs of fat attracted sewer rats. Dixie didn’t wait for her to get in, but gave her shove. Kim fell head first into grease.

With her hands handcuffed behind her, Kim had to struggle to get her face out of the greasy water and keep from drowning. Finally she managed to seat herself. The grease came up to her tits, and they floated before her.

The trap door closed above clearing her head by inches. She now sat in pitch black. As much as she hated Dixie, she didn’t want to be left alone with the rats. Once everybody left it didn’t take long for the rats to come. She could hear them coming from the sewer. Then she felt one on her shoulder who proceed to crawl out on her tit. She tried to shake the rat off her, but the rat retaliated by biting her tit. After that Kim froze in terror as the rats swarmed around and over her.

The next morning Dixie and Alphonse watched as the kitchen crew fished Kim out of the grease. Kim looked at them with dull uncomprehending eyes.

Alphonse said, “Her mind is totally gone. I know a South American brothel I can sell her to for a little money.”

Dixie nodded and said, “She didn’t present much of a challenge. Can you find a woman with a little more sprit, next time.”