But he was so close, and the thought of pulling out was just too much to bear. Maybe he could force the issue, and deal with the consequences later. "Oh God," he moaned as he felt the familiar tightening in his groin. He reached down, and taking hold of her soft silky hair pulled her mouth down harder onto his dick.

Immediately she made a choking noise and pulled her mouth off his dick. "What the fuck are you doing?" she yelled.

"I'm sorry babe, I got carried away," he answered.

"Well you can forget it. That’s the last blowjob you're getting from me." She was clearly upset, and got off the bed. "I'm going to have a shower."

He watched as she walked across the room. She was without doubt one of the most beautiful women he had ever met. Long legs, perfect figure, long blonde hair. She was 27, and they'd been together for 2 years now. Her firm buttocks moved under her panties as she entered the bathroom.

"Fuck!" he exclaimed to himself, and taking hold of his dick started to wank as he heard the shower water come on. What a bitch. Although she was so gorgeous, the sex had become very boring. At first sleeping with such a babe had been excitement enough, and anyway he'd always thought he'd be able to persuade her to do slightly more interesting things, but it hadn't happened.

She hardly ever gave him blowjobs, although the selfish bitch was quite happy for him to go down on her for hours. When she did, he could never come in her mouth, in fact he could never come on her body at all – it was either inside her, with a condom of course, or into a tissue if she gave him a handjob. One time he'd tried to put a finger in her anus and she'd gone mad.

All his mates were jealous as Natasha was so attractive, but their stories of coming in their girlfriends mouths, or on their faces, anal sex, tying them up, sex outside……God what he'd give to have Natasha tied to the bed while he forced his hard dick down her throat…….the image was enough to make him come.

She came out of the bathroom, completely nude, drying her long blonde hair with a towel. Her body was perfection, firm breasts with the nipples erect, narrow waist, neatly trimmed pubic hair. She spent a lot of time working out, and it showed. She could easily be a top model.

"You're such an asshole," she said as she took a pair of brief white panties from the drawer and stepped into them. "You promised you wouldn't do that."

"I know, babe, I'm sorry," he replied.

She quickly got dressed in jeans and a loose fitting shirt. As she left the bedroom she said "The bins need emptying."

It was about a week later when it first arrived. He was checking his emails and noticed one called "attitude adjustment". Thinking it was probably junk mail, but as it had a slightly different title from the usual Viagra sales, he opened it just to check. He was surprised to find it was addressed to him by name and said the following:

It has come to our attention that you may be having some problems with your girlfriend Natasha. We offer a very exclusive service called "attitude adjustment", and we feel you and Natasha would benefit from enrolment on this program.

If you are interested in further details, please reply to this email with your full name, date of birth, social security number and bank details, and so long as our background security checks are passed without problem we will be in touch again.

At the bottom of the email was a recommendation from someone called Bob. He said that his sex life had become boring and predictable, but after his girlfriend had been on the attitude adjustment program it had exceeded his wildest dreams.

He read the email several times. What on earth was it talking about? It was probably just a hoax to get his bank details. He decided to ignore it, but he didn't delete it.

The following day at work he couldn't stop thinking about it, particularly the comment from Bob about how his sex life was now fantastic. That night he had sex with Natasha, and although it was as dull and repetitive as ever he was very turned on as he thought about the email.

Immediately after they finished, he turned on the computer and replied with the details they had requested.

A fortnight passed, and he heard nothing. He was now sure it was a hoax, and checked his bank statements carefully to make sure no money had gone missing.

Then one evening he got a reply. It was titled "attitude adjustment" again, and he felt his heartbeat speeding up as he opened it and read it.

I am pleased to tell you you have successfully passed our security checks. We now enclose further details of the program.

If you enroll Natasha onto the program, she will be collected by us and taken to our secret location. There she will undergo a minimum of 2 weeks training. If more than 2 weeks is required, she will stay on, but it is very unusual.

It is important for you to understand that this training will be of a very extreme nature. During her time here, she will be allowed very little sleep, and will only be fed the bare minimum to keep her healthy. Activities will occur for 24 hours a day, for the whole duration of her stay. The training is a form of brainwashing, and will entail her being constantly raped, tortured and humiliated. She will be told repeatedly that it is you who put her in this position, and that you have the power to send her back at any time.

When she is returned to you she will be ready to do anything you ask, anything at all, as she will not wish to return. Her body will not be permanently damaged, but it will have marks of her abuse, particularly when she is first returned.

During the 2 weeks you will not be able to contact her, and you will not be able to remove her from the training. You can opt to have evidence sent to you detailing her training. However, I would remind you that the treatment she will be receiving is severe, including being gang-raped by many men, so some people prefer not to know what is happening, simply to enjoy the results when she is trained.

The cost of this training is $10,000. Please reply to this email if you wish to enroll Natasha on this scheme.

He read and reread the email. Surely this was some kind of joke? This couldn't happen in the modern world? How could he willingly pay someone to kidnap Natasha, his girlfriend of 2 years, so they could abuse her horribly?

But he couldn't help thinking about the phrase when she is returned to you she will be ready to do anything you ask, anything at all. He could imagine her fulfilling his every need. What could be better than having a woman as beautiful as Natasha doing any disgusting thing he could think of?

The more he thought about it the more it excited him. He had to try it. He replied to the email, specifying he wanted to see the evidence of her training. Another email arrived almost immediately:

Thank you for your order. The money will be debited from your bank account in advance. Sometime in the next fortnight Natasha will be enrolled on the program. We will make all arrangements, including accounting for her absence from work. You must cover for her if anyone asks where she is. At the end of the fortnight she will be returned to you. I'm sure you will be delighted with the results.

10 days passed and nothing happened. Then one evening when he checked his emails there was one entitled "Attitude Adjustment". He felt his heart rate quicken as he opened it. The text was very brief, saying simply Natasha has been enrolled. There were four JPGs attached to the email.

He was trembling with a combination of fear and excitement as he opened the first picture. There was Natasha. At least, he assumed it must be Natasha. The girl in the picture had a black hood pulled down over her head, but she was wearing the same blue business suit that Natasha had worn to work that morning. Her build was the same as Natasha’s and he could see some blonde hair poking out from under the hood.

Natasha’s hands were handcuffed behind her back. Two large men, wearing combat fatigues and black balaclavas were guiding her down a path, one each side holding her upper arms. Even though she was fully dressed, and he had seen her naked so many times, this picture was one of the most erotic he had ever seen. He nearly came in his trousers.

Trembling even more now, he opened the second picture. This was in a small dingy room. Natasha was still fully dressed and still had the hood over her head. She was now hanging from the ceiling by her wrists, her toes, still in her black high-heels, several inches from the floor. Her body was stretched taut, and her blouse had been partially pulled from the waistband of her skirt so that some of her toned stomach was visible.

He stared at it for some time. She must be in some pain, and very scared. He wondered if the men had said anything to her about what was happening.

He opened the next picture. The scene was the same, Natasha hanging by her wrists, but this time her blouse had been torn open so that her breasts, still cupped by her lacy white bra were exposed. Her nipples were hard, poking though the material. Her skirt had been bunched up round her waist, so that her brief blue panties were exposed.

He was shaking so much he could hardly control the mouse to point it at the final picture. Natasha was still hanging, but ropes had been attached to her ankles and tied to something out of shot so that her legs were spread wide apart, so far that the tendons on the insides of her thighs were taught and strained. Her panties had been torn and were now hanging over one knee, so with the spread of her legs her genitals were gaping open. Her bra had also been ripped off and was hanging by one of the straps, her breasts fully exposed with the hard nipples pointing towards the camera.

He spent the rest of the night looking at the pictures and wanking over and over again.

It was a few days before he received another email, and this one simply said Training. He was disappointed to see there were only 2 pictures as attachments. He clicked on the first one. It was taken in a room very similar to the first pictures. This time there was no doubt it was Natasha as her face was visible. She was also completely naked.

She had been bent forward over a bar that was about waist high. Her ankles were fastened to rings in the floor, set far apart so her legs were spread wide. Her wrists and elbows had been tied tightly together behind her back, and her wrists were then attached to a rope coming down from the ceiling. This had been pulled up high so she was in a strappado position, forced to bend forward at the waist. The strain on her shoulders must have been great.

Her long blonde hair had been tied by a rope, which was then pulled back and attached to her wrists, so that her head was forced up. Although her torso was parallel to the floor, she had no choice but to look forward. A large dental gag had been forced into her mouth, and widened so that it looked like her jaw was on the point of being broken. Another device had been fastened to her tongue, so that it was held stretched out of her mouth. It was obviously very tight, as her tongue bulged around the metal.

There was a man standing at her head, wearing the same camouflage and balaclava outfit as the ones in the first photo. He was pushing a long thin needle through her tongue. A second needle had already been forced right through. Blood and spit was dripping down her chin and pooling on the floor under her head. Another needle had been forced through the septum of her nose. Her face was bathed in sweat, and her beautiful blue eyes were wide with fear and pain.

The small earrings she normally wore were missing, and had been replaced with fishhooks to which weights were attached. The lobes of her ears were stretched down towards the floor under the weight, with a small trickle of blood running down the hooks.

Her breasts were also elongated and misshapen as further fishhooks had been forced through her nipples. Large weights attached to these pulled them painfully down. Half a dozen thin needles had been forced through each breast, so that they emerged from the opposite side.

Her hands, held agonizingly high above her back, had also not been spared punishment. Under each immaculately red painted fingernail, 4 needles had been pushed. It was impossible to tell how long these were, but a significant amount of blood had dripped down her fingers and hands. He thought they must have been pushed quite deeply into the nail beds. The same thing had been done to her toenails, four under each nail.

But the worst horrors were still to come. Two men in the familiar outfit were working between her legs. Her labia had been pulled widely open, and many pins had been pushed through them into the muscle of her thigh to hold her genitals widely splayed. Large metal dildos had been rammed brutally into her vagina and anus. Both orifices were stretched beyond what seemed possible, and there was obviously bleeding as a result. The now familiar fishhook had been thrust though her clitoris and a weight added to stretch it to the floor. Numerous needles had been pushed into her thighs, buttocks, vulva, anus and perineum. A small rod covered in sharp spikes protruded from her urethra.

One of the men was holding a wooden mallet, which he looked to be about to use to drive the dildos further into her body. The second one had a small blowtorch which he was using to heat the needles that seemed to penetrate every inch of her groin.

He stared with amazement at the picture. He couldn't begin to comprehend how much she must be suffering. At first he was horrified that he was responsible, but gradually another feeling took over. Yes, he was responsible. That would teach the bitch to mess with him. Who did she think she was, denying him what was rightly his? She was his girlfriend, if he wanted a blowjob she had to give him one. He bet she’s sorry now. Swallowing his come would have been much easier than this.

Now feeling excited, he opened the second picture. The scene was very similar, Natasha was secured in the same way, but none of the needles or hooks were in her body. He couldn't tell whether this was before or after the torture of the previous picture. There were several men standing in the background. One man was standing behind her, holding onto her hips and thrusting a very large dick into her vagina. Another man was in front of her. She still had the ring gag in, and his cock was so far down her throat her nose was pressed against his stomach.

Her eyes were once again wide with pain and fear. Her face and hair were literally covered in come. It dripped down her chin onto the floor. Her buttocks and groin were also plastered, large rivers of it running down her thighs.

Despite looking at a picture of his girlfriend being violated by many men, he didn't feel at all jealous. Instead he felt part of it. He knew they were doing it for him. Once they finished with her, he wouldn't have any trouble getting a blowjob. No, she would be only too happy to oblige, because sucking his cock would be so much better than suffering this again.

He reached into his trousers for the first of three orgasms while staring at the beautiful Natasha suffering.

It was another 3 days before he received an email with the familiar title. It only had one attachment, but this time it was a movie. As it started up he was amazed at the clarity. It was set in a room similar to the others. In the middle was a metal chair bolted to the floor. It had no seat or back, and was in effect just a chair frame. Natasha was tied onto the chair, her arms pulled over the back and her wrists secured to a lower rung. Her ankles had been pulled back and attached to the rear of the chair, so that her thighs were parted. Another strap round her waist held her securely in place.

As there was no seat, she was effectively hanging rather than sitting. Clamps had been attached to her erect nipples, and electric wires led away from these to a point out of the picture. 3 more clamps had been placed between her legs, one on each of her labia and one on her clitoris. These also had wires leading from them. Finally three wires protruded from her urethra, vagina and anus.

He couldn't see her face as her head was hanging down and her hair obscured it. A man walked into shot carrying a bucket. He threw the contents violently at her. Natasha jerked upright when the presumably cold water hit her. She drew in a deep breath and gasped. The water dripped from her hair and face, and her breasts glistened as they heaved up and down with her breathing.

The man put the bucket down, and grabbed a handful of her hair to force her head back so she had to look at him. Her mouth opened in a silent yell, and her eyes widened in fear.

"Let’s start all over again," he said.

"Oh God, please, please, no more, please don't hurt me, I'll do anything, anything, please!" sobbed Natasha.

"You will, yes, but not just yet. Remember what we told you. You are here because he wants you here. Only he can stop it. He is already being merciful. We wanted to slowly torture you to death, over a period of months, but he hasn't allowed it. If we had our way this would be a happy memory in comparison."

The man let go of her hair, and there was a click. Natasha bucked up against her bonds as the current came on, and every muscle strained. She let out a noise that was not exactly a scream, it seemed barely human. She jerked and yelled for what seemed like ages, but was only a few seconds. There was another click, and she slumped forward, her breath coming in large gasps. The man grabbed her hair and pulled her head back again. Snot was dripping from her nose, her eyes were red-rimmed, she looked in a very bad way.

"If you don't do everything he asks, and I mean everything, he will send you back to us. For a long time. You don't want that, do you?"

She shook her head as much as possible while he was holding her hair. "Please," she whimpered ‘Please, no more, please have mercy, I'll do anything, please God, please!"

He was overcome with lust. The sight of Natasha begging and pleading was the most exciting thing he had ever seen. She really was going to do anything he wanted when she was back. She would have to. She would never want to experience this again.

The man bent down towards her and licked her face. Then he spat directly into her right eye. "This is going to last for much longer. We'll see if we can get your piss to boil. Can you imagine what that feels like? And you'll be getting some very nice burns in your cunt and ass. When we fuck you you're going to scream so loud. But you'll beg us for more won't you?"

Natasha didn't answer, so he shook her violently by the hair and screamed in her face, "ANSWER ME CUNT!"

"Yes," she shrieked. "Yes, anything, please I'll do anything please stop please I'll do anything you want."

"And you'll do anything he wants, won't you?"

"Yes, yes, anything, please, please!"

The man let go of her hair. "We'll see. At the moment I think you're trying to deceive me, I don't think you're being very convincing. You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

"No, No!" she yelled. "Oh God please believe me, I will do anything, please stop!"

"Not good enough." Turning to speak to someone not in the shot he spoke to them. "Turn it up a bit. Let’s see if we can get some smoke rising from her cunt."

"NO!" screamed Natasha. "NO PLEASE PLEASE…."

Her eyes were wider than he'd ever seen them, and then there was a click and she jerked and screamed more desperately than before. For 15 long seconds she was making noises that a human being shouldn't make. When it ended, she slumped back in the chair. The man grabbed her hair again, and pulled her head back. Her eyes were rolling back in the sockets, and he slapped her face very hard several times and shook her head violently be her hair.

She seemed to come to, and started sobbing and crying. "I thought we might need the smelling salts then," he smiled "But you're good for another couple of hours, aren't you slut? Your cunt can take a lot more before we're finished. Now, who is it that you have to do anything for?"

"Please" was all she could whisper, saliva running down her chin. He let go of her hair, and she had enough time to yell "No" before the click drove her body hard against the straps.

The film ended. He watched it again. And again. He couldn't believe what he'd seen. These guys really knew what they were doing. No woman could stand this. Any woman would do anything to stop it. When Natasha came back she would be his completely. Do anything he wanted, anything, to prevent going back. It didn't take him long to come.

Over the next couple of days he watched the film repeatedly. He often paused it so he could study her screaming face. She looked even more beautiful than usual.

Another email arrived. He was disappointed that this one didn't have a film, but a number of stills. Each one showed Natasha undergoing various abuses.

In the first one she was straddled across a wooden bar, her feet pulled wide apart so that her full weight was resting on her crotch. Her hands were secured behind her back, and it was obvious from the look on her face that she was in a lot of pain.

In the second she was hanging by her ankles. Her long blonde hair was scraping the ground. A large red ball gag was forcing her mouth wide, and saliva was running down her face. Her breasts had been bound in wire so that they bulged in an unbelievable way. They were purple and swollen and looked very painful. Barbed wire had been wrapped around her waist, and pulled tight between her legs. Her labia were on either side of the vicious wire, and the barbs had obviously pierced her genitals as small trickles of blood were running down her stomach.

The third one had her bent over a wooden horse, wrists and ankles securely fastened. Her buttocks and thighs were covered in red stripes. Two men were standing behind her holding thin canes. One of them raising it above his head ready to bring it down on her up-thrust buttocks. A third man was standing by her head, holding onto her hair and thrusting his cock deep into her mouth. This time she had no gag. Sperm was tricking down her chin.

Another one showed Natasha kneeling on the floor, her hands clasped behind her head. Her mouth was open, and three men standing around her urinated over her body. It was splashing into her open mouth, soaking her hair, dripping off her breasts and forming a pool on the floor around her.

In the final one she was strapped into a dentists chair. Her legs were spread wide, and a large metal dildo covered in spikes protruded from her vagina. Needles were speared through her breasts, her nipples crushed by weighted clamps. Her mouth was held open by a ring gag, and a strap round her head forced her to look up at the ceiling. A man standing next to her was holding a jar full of maggots. He was dropping these into her open mouth. Maggots were crawling over her face, and in her hair. Her face and breasts were streaked with vomit, and the look of despair and suffering on her face was clear.

He had found the pictures of her so exciting he was almost upset when the final email arrived. It contained a video, and as he opened it with trembling hands he was disappointed to see a close up of her face. Her hair was immaculately done, and she was wearing makeup as she normally would. Her lips looked delicious in bright red lipstick. The only thing that was out of place was a small tear trickling from the corner of her eye, tracing a black line of mascara down her check.

She looked directly at the camera and spoke. It was obvious she was reading from a script.

"These kind gentlemen have explained how a loving girlfriend should behave. From now on I will do anything you ask of me. If I fail to satisfy you completely, you may return me to them to be trained further, and this time it will for longer, and they won't be so merciful."

She looked to the left, obviously at someone who was behind the camera. And then her face screwed up and she screamed briefly, followed by sobbing and more tears running down her cheeks. The man off camera spoke.

"That didn't convince me one bit, you cheap whore. Do it again, and this time mean it, or you'll have that electric prod up your cunt for the next 4 hours."

Natasha looked back at the camera, her blue eyes wide, and said "Please…." Then the film stopped.

The following day he came home after work to find Natasha waiting in the front room. He stopped at the door and stared at her. His heart was racing as he wondered what was going to happen. The thought flashed through his mind that maybe she had a knife and would kill him.

She stood up and faced him. She was wearing a blue suit, with a short skirt, just the sort of thing she would wear to work. She had black high heels on, and was immaculately made up, her blonde hair cascading round her shoulders. An image of her screaming and pleading as electricity was pumped through her breasts and genitals jumped into his brain. He felt his cock harden.

As he watched, she knelt down, and then crawled across the room on her hands and knees towards him. Once in front of him, she reached up and started undoing his trousers. She looked up at him, her big blue eyes wide. "Please," she said.

He could feel his heart thudding in his chest. "Please," she said again, "Please don't make me go back there. I'll do anything, anything at all, but please don't send me back."

She pulled his now hard cock out of his trousers, and he felt her warm wet mouth close over it. He closed his eyes and groaned. Her head slid forward as she deep throated him, and in only a few seconds he was pumping his sperm into her willing mouth.

She continued to lick and suck as he softened, and he thought how nice it would be later to have her suck him while he watched that film of her screaming in pain.