Broken Bird

Title: Broken Bird

Genre: Romance/Erotic

Rating: R/MA

Pairing: Gabby (Leroy J. Gibbs and Abby S.)

Gibbs cleared his throat again. His basement was in a mess. The scrambling struggle between him and his newly broken slave was evident. His boat was pristine now after a quite cleaning. He turned to the door in the back and swung it open. Inside was a younger girl with pitch black hair tied, beaten, sweaty, and tired. She was bound to a stool, one of Gibbs' favorite tools for breaking women.

The girl's name was Abby Sciuto, his sexy forensics scientist. He had his eye on this one since day one. He sipped his bourbon casually, though the scratch on his left check suggested otherwise. His silvery hair was a messy tussle, but now was starting to settle back into style. The girl was asking for it. Those tight clothes, short skirts, low cut shirts and black bras were driving him crazy. Earlier this evening he decided to finally break her, and that he did. He smiled at his prize.

She was still swaying a little bit. Her naked body dripping with his cum. Her nipples erect and her eyes glazed over. The dildo on the stool stood beneath her lips, barely grazing the skin. The machine had pumped her for the last hour until she screamed and gave into her desires. Her first forced orgasm was long before that. She was attracted to him. She loved him and therefore was easy to bend.

Gibbs walked over and pulled her chin up so he could see her eyes.

"You may speak now." He growled

"I'm ready to please you, master." She said with a weak smile.

"Good girl. Now, I'm going to unhook you and then you need to get ready with a shower. Tomorrow is Sunday, our day off, so I've got lots planned for you, Abigail." Gibbs said as he undid the straps on her hands.

Abby got up and left, into the shower. Gibbs went upstairs and quickly found a mattress with some extra linen. He towed it up to his room and placed it in the corner. He also put a book from his shelf there. Without looking he picked up a copy of "Treasure Island" and set it down next to the bed for the time he was gone at church.

-The next day-

Gibbs returned home with a snappy suit on, which he hurriedly climbed out of. He put on a loose shirt and some pants that would slid off easily. He went upstairs to find his slave reading the book happily. She was so engrossed in the story that she didn't realize that he was behind her. The mere thought of her completely at his mercy made his cock jump. He tried to stay calm. She needed a demonstration first to straighten her out. As he stepped up behind her, she regained her senses and shook a bit. She tried not to make any sudden movements. She slowly sat the book down and sat waiting.

"Good Girl. Today I will have to show you something that will help to prepare you for any further punishments you may have." Gibbs said in the most deep, husky voice he could. He knew that that voice was an instant arousal for Abby. She perked up a bit as he led her back to the dungeon.

He sat her down and rummaged through his bag. The NIS T-Shirt loosely furled around his chest drooped as he stooped over to pick up the butt plug and vibrator.

He brought them over and showed her each of them.

"These are only minor punishments. Worst things stay unsaid for now" he concluded. He noticed that something was on her mind. "Permission to speak." He growled.

"I was just wondering what you had planned for me today." She said meekly.

Gibbs chuckled and turned her around. Easily hoisting her up and pulling her against his pelvis. He grinded against her, in a slow even motion, his bulging cock staying erect against Abby's bare ass. He pushed them up to the wall and began a slight hump against her.

Abby gasped and let out a quiet moan as Gibbs started kissing at her neck, stopping every now and then to realign their hips. He started a little faster of a motion as he slid his hands down, one hand on her ass cheek, the other inching up to her pussy. She was dripping wet. He parted the lips and started to smell her sweet scent as he did so. If he hadn't gotten this damn cold then maybe he would have smelled her earlier. He penetrated her with ease, pumping two fingers in and out of her moist pussy. Gibbs smiled and began humping faster as he pushed his luck with three fingers. Faster and faster, their hearts both pumped to keep up with the shallow breaths and hurried panting.

Suddenly, a great moaned escaped Abby as she came all over his hand. He smirked and shook his hand dry, tasting a finger of her delicious nectar. She obediently dropped into a sprawled out position beneath him as he stripped off the little clothing he was wearing. He readied him self and slid into her. He felt a great sensation tingle up through himself and undoubtedly her too. He started to move in and out steadily as he leaned over her and met her lips with his. His truly broken bird.