Total Control

The club has several traditions but one of its most important is ‘breaking in a filly’. Let me explain. Most of the girls come to the club after being processed in the Russians’ infamous Latvian facility. The advantage this has is that the by the time the girl arrives she is very much ready for action. Any resistance or reluctance has long been beaten out of her. The prospect of returning there is so horrific that the girl will tolerate pretty much any mistreatment to avoid it. This however presents a problem. Most of the men who frequent the club have very particular tastes. While they all enjoy hurting and abusing females they find it less exhilarating when their victim is willing or at the very least compliant and unfortunately by the time the girls have had their little Latvian trip that is how they mostly are. They are not exactly enthusiastic participants, heaven forefend. Their pain and humiliation is real but their reaction is sullen and resigned. 

That is where ‘breaking in a filly comes in’.  We have previously explored the interesting phenomenon of ‘fresh meat’. That simply refers to the fact that the girl is new to the club. Members bid frantically for the opportunity to give her a warm welcome to the club. In most cases the ‘fresh meat’ has already been thoroughly tenderised in Latvia. But every now and again the club arranges for a girl to brought straight here. She will still be in a state of shock, trying to comprehend the enormity of what is happening to her as her hopes and dreams evaporate and her worst nightmares become reality. And the gentlemen pay very highly for the privilege.

Every blow and humiliation the girl experiences is new to her. Every reaction is genuine. She cannot believe that this is happening to her. In her previous life she would not allow a man to treat her like this. Now she is learning that she has no choice but to accept it. Still every time the strap or the whip cracks against her delicate flesh it is shockingly novel. 

Understandably then ‘breaking in a filly’ a is very popular event. It happens every couple of months when a suitable candidate is found.  Tonight is Svetlana’s turn. Freshly arrived and barely getting her head round what is happening to her she is perfect for the role. 

The excitement in the room is palpable. You can almost smell the testosterone in the air. Glasses clink and there is the low hum of conversation. Pretty girls serve drinks and endure the wandering hands. The pay is good and the men tip well and many of the girls working there do so in the hope of hooking themselves a rich guy so they tolerate this. They do not stop to consider the abuse they are complicit in. 

The room goes silent as the lights dim. A compere announces “good evening gentlemen, we have something. Svetlana fresh of the boat and clearly very excited to be here.” There are raucous shouts and applause as a man comes on stage. He has a dark haired girl with him on a leash. It is Svetlana. She does not look very excited at all. She looks scared and confused as she blinks in the harsh stage lights..  She is wearing expensive looking lingerie. The sort these men would probably buy for their wives, or more likely mistresses. She stumbles in the high stilettos. The man attaches the leash to a ring on the wall.

The man says nothing to either the girl or to the crowd. Instead he rather theatrically walks over to the table where an assortment of implements are laid out and starts to inspect them. He picks up cane and whips it through the air to the girl’s obvious dismay. Then he settles on a riding crop.

“No please” the girl cries plaintively in her heavily accented English.

“Hush now” he replies.

He is standing next to her now. The audience watches in silent anticipation as he starts to tease her with the riding crop, running over he face then her shoulders and then her breasts which he lightly flicks. Then he strokes her belly with it before forcing her legs apart and intruding the rod between the lips of her pussy. In a manner eerily reminiscent of another thicker kind of rod he uses the crop to massage Svetlana’s cunt. She gasps as it finds her clit.  Like all ‘fillies’ she has been unmolested since her capture and this is the closest she has experienced so far to what she has dreaded.  She looks terrified as he continues to manipulate her sex with the implement. He stops briefly to adjust her underwear then he continues to rub her on the bare.

He turns the audience. He speaks in a pronounced cockney accent

“What do you reckon gentlemen. I think the little Russian whore is enjoying this a bit too much.” As he says this he stops and briefly sniffs the riding crop. He winces a little in mock disgust.

Then without warning he starts to beat her hard on the bottom with the riding crop.

Svetlana howls in shock and outrage.

“Stop it!” she screams

“Ow, you are hurting me, stop!”

The audience respond with excited applause. The heady mix of lust and rage which this establishment caters to can almost be observed.

“Give it to her!” Yells one gentleman

“That’s the ticket” shouts another

“Harder!” cries a third.  The man on the stage responds accordingly.

The leash tugs uncomfortably as the girl writhes and twists in a desperate futile attempt to avoid the whip.

“Keep still girl” the man barks at her before hitting her again.

She pants and gasps in response the unfamiliar agony, each fresh blow sending icy chills through her body.

“Please mister stop, please, I am begging you…”her voice tails off in desperation as she realises no mercy is forthcoming.

“Oh do be quiet you stupid girl, I’ve barely even started”

He has stopped beating her and for a brief moment she allows herself the belief that maybe her ordeal is at an end. But he has only stopped so that he can undress her.

She flinches as she feels his unfamiliar hands on her body. He undoes her bra and briefly plays with her tits.  Then he unbuckles the garter belt and slides the stockings down her shapely legs. Finally he removes her flimsy knickers revealing her shaved mound. She did not normally shave down their but the doctor had done it while examining her. Most of the men at the club preferred them shaven though accommodations were made for this as for almost everything else.

She involuntarily went to cover herself. This was greeted with a mocking gasp from one of the audience members. The man grabbed her arms and pulled them away to reveal her nakedness. She stood desperately trying to avoid eye contact with either the man or the audience. She briefly mad eye contact with one of the waitresses but the waitress quickly averted her gaze. It was better not to pay attention to what was going on in the stage and most of the girls just felt grateful that it wasn’t them up their.

The man now grabbed Svetlana by the hair and dragged her across the stage to where a gym horse was in location.  He positioned her face down over it. The girl sobbed and pleaded as she felt the shackles tightening. She had never felt so powerless.

“Be quiet. You are starting to make me angry. And you really don’t want to make me angry” he said scornfully.

The irony of this statement was not lost on the audience even if it was lost on his victim. A ripple of laughter crossed the room. Then silence again as the men awaited his next move. Svetlana was straddled across the gym horse. She trembled with fear.

The man choose a rattan cane and whipped it through the air. He took a couple of practice shots to measure his aim and then the real deal seared through Svetlana’s unprotected nates.  She shrieked in response.

“Ayeee!”

The reaction from the audience was altogether more appreciative. Raucous cheers of encouragement and applause filled the room.

“Good man!”

“Let the little bitch have it” shouted another.

He did not need asking twice. He raised the cane high and brought it down with a whooshing sound

“Whish-crack!” the rattan sliced through her delicate girl meat.

She twisted against her bonds in a desperate attempt to mitigate the pain.  
 The poor girl let out another unearthly shriek. This was greeted with more approval from the audience.

The waitresses shuffled around delivering drink orders and collecting glasses and desperately tried to avoid witnessing the horrors unfolding on the stage. They were no doubt grateful that the men’s lecherous attentions had turned elsewhere as they barely noticed them.

The man then put down the cane and walked over to the table. He returned with a small bag. From it he produced a small black plastic clip which he showed to the audience.
 Svetlana could not see what was happening and anyway she was too pre-occupied with the intolerable pain searing through her lower body. A couple of the cane strikes had come menacingly close to her pussy lips.

Then she felt a sharp excruciating sting as he attached the first clip to the skin of her thighs. It was different kind of pain from that of the cane but less awful for that. He started to attach more and more. She yelps as he fastened one right on the reddening skin where the cane had done its worse. She felt she would pass out at any moment it was so unbearable. But worse was to come. He know resumed caning her, using the clips as targets. Every time one became detached it hurt just as much as when he had put it on. It felt like she was being stung by a hornet every time this happened.

Finally he stopped and unfastened her. He helped the sobbing girl to her feet.  He rubbed and patted her inflamed bottom. But any relief she might have felt quickly disappeared when he positioned her on a table in the middle of the stage. She was on her back this time, the cold hard wood of the table caused extreme discomfort where it made contact with where he had caned her and where the clips had been affixed.  He positioned her with her knees bent and her legs open. This meant that her cunt was fully visible to the eager stares of the men in the audience. She was too overcome with pain and fear to give modesty much consideration. She desperately needed to pee but dare not ask him.

Then he started to do something rather odd. He started to caress her face and hair in almost fatherly fashion, speaking to her softly, telling her she was a good girl. She did not realise but the audience knew that this was all a ploy to relax her for what was coming next. What that was involved the riding crop which he now used to beat her on the cunt and previously untouched inner thighs. She shrieked in pain and terror as the brutal implement did its worst on her most delicate parts. 

His little piece of foreplay meant that she had not tensed up when the blows started to land so she absorbed them in all their force.  At least her bottom and thighs had had a bit of padding on them but a woman’s vulva is not designed to withstand this sort of mistreatment. It was now red and puffy in a cruel parody of arousal.

The man drew the audience’s attention to it.

“Ah the female cunt, bringer of so much strife. But we hear at the HF Club know how to control cunts” As he said that he grabbed her inflamed labia and squeezed them. This prompted laughter and ribald comments from the men assembled.

“On Svetlana’s next visit here one of you lucky gentleman will get to sample this. Bidding will open shortly. It has been a busy night so this young lady will need a bit of time to rest and recuperate and to conclude her training but as soon as she is ready for action we will let you know.”

Svetlana continued to lay on the table not daring to get up as the man went and got himself a drink at the bar. The men started to leave either to spend some of their pent up passions with one of the regular club girls or to return to wives or mistresses.  The waitresses also went home. They were alone together, Svetlana and this horrific man who had caused her so much suffering.  As she was still ‘fresh meat’ her abused pussy was spared that final insult but he had needs nevertheless. So Svetlana ended the night by learning a skill that would come in handy over the next few weeks. The man gave her her first ever throat fucking.