Free Breaking Abigail by Emily Tilton

less acquiescent voice. She took a deep breath and stood up, both obediently and, in the way she stood there not taking off her underwear, defiantly. Her eyes displayed resistance and desperation. Ian had reached the heart of the matter—the culmination of this first session: he had begun to turn her decisively against herself.
    Abigail took another deep breath, closed her eyes for a moment, and then looked straight into Ian’s. Charming, he thought, once again envying Goterborg. Then he thought, But the best part falls to me .
    “Look,” she said. “Look. I… you seem… I mean, you’re obviously really… oh, God, I don’t know… knowledgeable when it comes to… to … to me.”
    “I am, Abigail. I know everything about you. Above all, I know everything about what makes you wet.”
    At those words, Abigail let out a wordless cry of grief and frustration. By telling her he knew what made her wet, he had made her wetter, clearly.
    “But… but it doesn’t mean…” She closed her eyes, clenched her fists into tiny impotent balls, and cried out again. “Godammit! What am I supposed to say?”
    “You’re not supposed to say anything, Abigail. You’re supposed to obey me, and, eventually, your owner.”
    She had opened her eyes, but now she closed them again when she heard the word ‘owner,’ and the tormented arousal seemed to travel through her body like a lightning bolt. Ian almost felt sorry for her, but he knew that the training was quite possibly the only way to help her live the way she needed to live to be truly happy.
    “Take off your underwear, right now, Abigail, or I’m going to spank you,” Ian said. “Think about how that will feel on top of my cane marks. Do as I say, girl.”
    Abigail stood there, eyes still closed, taking shallow breaths. Then she opened her eyes and looked down at the floor. Without another word, she bent to pull her panties the rest of the way off, and kicked them away. Then she put her hands behind her, unhooked her bra, and shrugged it off. She threw it in the same direction. Abigail Podret stood naked before him, looking so fuckable that Ian had to suppress a little cry of arousal of his own at the sight of her perfect little breasts, with their tiny brown nipples, erect at what he made her undergo, and the sparse nineteen-year-old curls that didn’t quite conceal the tender cleft of her sweet cunt.
    “Good girl,” Ian said, as he went to put the cane back in the closet. “It appears we don’t need the inspection, so we can proceed to the next part of your training. I am going to leave now, and you are going to go to this closet, find the white nightgown there, and put it on. You will put away your clothes in your dresser.”
    Ian closed the closet door and turned back toward Abigail. He said, “Your owner, who has been watching our little session here, will come in after you do that. Because your virginity is so valuable to your owner, your defloration will be an important part of your breaking, and it will take place today, in a few minutes. Once he has claimed your maidenhead, we can begin to train you in earnest. I will be watching, of course, and if you fail to do as you are commanded, Abigail, I will return and enforce your owner’s will with my cane. Your owner has been given a thorough medical examination, and you were given birth control shots while you were asleep, so you need not worry on any such score. Do you understand?”

Chapter Nine
     
     
    Yes, of course she understood, but that didn’t mean she could do anything but cry. “No,” she said, sobbing. “It’s just too… it’s monstrous… surely you can see that! Please… please, master… a man I’ve never met… you can’t—you can’t do this!”
    “Think of yourself as a bride from the Middle Ages, Abigail. I happen to know you think about that kind of thing all the time.”
    “Oh, my God, how can you know that?”
    “You don’t need to know the answer to that question,