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She awoke after more than two weeks of drugged haze to find herself in the four
poster bed rape cell; not her usual meagre confines.
She was dressed in a skimpy cloth nightie; her head aching with intoxication.
She noticed the change in herself almost at once. Her nightie thrust out under
her neck, she could feel the extra weight on her frame. Her hands moved up to
touch two firm large mounds under her top.
“Oh Jesus.”
She choked, pulling the top over her head. Her new porn queen tits thrust out at
45 degree to each other. The things were perfect domes the nipples appearing
constantly erect chaffing her on the inside of her nightshirt. They were fat and
pink, inch long teats and each had a gold ring through it, like you might find
on a bulls nose.
“Oh the fucking...” She stared in disbelief, the German, he was a plastic
surgeon.
“Jesus no, this can’t be happening,” she screamed. They’d turned her into a
pneumatic whore.
The tits were magnificent; though big they were not of a ridiculous size for her
schoolgirl frame. Her slim waist now was topped by an impressive silicone
cleavage. The tits felt a little tender but not painful, the woman being kept
unconscious while the bandages were on. She cupped the round skin feeling the
weight she would now have to get used to
She felt her back starting to ache a little, it would probably take some time.
She put her head in her hands in total sobbing despair and then heard someone
approaching. Rachel pulled the nightshirt over her new obscene assets and
waited. The cell door opened.
It was Mobana.
“Slave,” he said in a powerful voice.
“Y...yes master?” She replied in fear. One wrong word and she knew he would he
put her through another two weeks of training?
“Your fiancé has left the country. He has accepted there is no more he could
do.”
Rachel gave a little moan of realization not daring to react anymore.
He continued. “My darling daughter helped him so much, but he just kept coming
up against barriers. In the end one of his team was shot near the battle line
and he realised it was just too dangerous.”
Rachel new chest rose and fell in hyperventilation. “Oh God that’s it. I am
dead!”
“But don’t worry,” He added, Koko consoled him through his grief. I think he
just needed to release that pent up frustration when he fuck her that final
evening. What do you think of that Rachel?” He asked provocatively.
Rachel paused gripping her hands into fists nails biting into her skin to stop
her wailing in anger.
“I think whatever my master tells me.” She answered slowly and nervously.
He looked down at her nightshirt noticing the bulge created by her hidden
breasts.
“Magnificent are they not?” He said with a beaming grin. I hope you appreciate
the money I’ve spent on you.
Rachel slowly nodded her tearful eyes down.
The general looked at his watch. “I have guests here with me today. Tomorrow
you’ll be flown to my private retreat far to the south. It’s almost as remote as
this from prying eyes. But for tonight you will entertain our guests in the
officer’s quarters.”
He closed the cell door and marched away as Rachel rolled on her side hugging
her new enhancements.
That evening a long flowing gold dress was brought in for her. She gulped at the
sight of it. She’d barely been in clothes for the last month. It fit her
perfectly; long split up the thigh the plunging neckline just containing her new
improve mounds. Along with the gown she slipped on the high heeled gold sandals.
She knew what would happen. She’d be introduced to some disgusting leering man
then she’d have to fuck him or worse. Her mind was in turmoil with the feeling
of helplessness. She didn’t want to do it but she couldn’t take another two
weeks here.
She left her cell block escorted by two guards. Her heels crunched softly on the
dust courtyard as the night air was full of buzzing and clicking insect noise.
There was no where to run, it was pointless she was like a lamb to the slaughter
she thought to herself. The officer block was a huge keep type structure the
helipad on its roof. The sound of laughter and music could be heard as she
entered and climbed the spiral staircase.
The general was sat reclined on a sofa sipping a drink. In the room were two
other men. They were Arabs dressed in robes their faces dark and tanned their
ages mid fifties.
“Ah Mustafa and Ali here she is,” exclaimed the general standing up arms out in
greeting to his beautiful blonde slave.
The Arabs raised their eyebrows at the voluptuous woman who entered. Rachel was
finding it difficult to get used to heels again especially with her new
cantilever cleavage and she struggled to remain upright and still. But her shoes
accentuated her long legs firming her ass making her shoulder pull back
thrusting out her melons. She held her hands together apologetically her long
golden hair down one shoulder, blue eyes looking into soulless dark pupils.
“What a beauty!” Mustafa declared in a loud voice then narrowed his eyes. “She
seems familiar?”
“Maybe,” Mobana replied taking a sip of his drink, “She used to be a TV
journalist before she crossed me.”
The men burst out laughing the Arabs nodding in understanding.
“Excellent! Excellent!” Ali repeated admiring the general’s style.
“I’m Rachel Goodbody!” She suddenly blurted pink lips quivering, “Please I just
want to go home.” Then she gave a hesitant gulp seeing Mobana’s angry eyes.
“Oh shit!” She though to herself.
The General frowned for a moment then growled.
“Even after weeks of training this one’s still feisty.”
“All the better general,” Mustafa added, “why break all her spirit? I find the
prospect of humiliating such a resistant slave so much more arousing.”
Ali nodded in agreement.
The general thought for a moment. He had slaves; lots of mindless conforming
women. The Arab was right he would enjoy her so much better with a little life
in her.
She looked as stunning as at those ambassadors’ parties she had attended. Still
a little arrogant upturn in the nose but her trembling lips told him it was all
for show. She knew who was in control. Reports from his nurse had told of
spanking sessions till she’d feinted, tag team fisting and aggressive three hole
raping
“I think we’ll let you keep your name Rachel.” He said after a pause.” So you
will remember who you were in years come and reflect on what might have being if
you had not decided to cross me.”
He curled his arm around her waist stoking her hair. “Now sit on my friend
Mustafa’s lap and let him have a look at you.”
Rachel nodded with total fright of his next reaction and did as she was told.
The Arab instantly put a hand along her thigh another inside her loose garment
to grope a tits. He groaned in delight feeling the nipples with fat rings
through and eagerly twisted them.
“Uggggg oh,” she gasped, her tit ends yelping. She felt his other hand inside
her thigh stroking at her naked groin.” Please I don’t want to.” She said
knowing it was pointless.
“Open your legs,” the Arab snapped pushing her knees apart with his hands.
Mustafa was pulling the dress open allowing him to see her open pussy. He looked
on in fascination as his colleague opened an ornate travel trunk and produced a
glass test tube about an inch wide with a ball pump on the end. The general
looked into Rachel’s blue eyes.
“Listen carefully Rachel, my friends here are very important people. If by
sunrise they have not been fully satisfied I will feel dishonoured and your
punishment will be severe and long.”
With this clear message he saluted his visitors and left the room.
Ali closed the door still holding the tube and looked at the seated couple, the
blonde wriggling on his friends lap. Mustafa was groping at will, Rachel’s long
legs kicking out trying to steady her body. He moved in front of them his hands
on her knees pressing them apart.
“Now miss first let’s see how much of a whore you are.” He said as he tested the
ball pump on the end of the tube.” We want to see you come my dear.”
Rachel grunted and struggled as her knees were pulled wider apart. She could
feel the bulge of the Arab on her seated bottom his fingers still twisting her
nipple rings like dials.
“Please sir,” she said in an almost apologetic tone. “Please help me I’m with a
news channel they will be very grateful I….”
The Arab sniggered cupping her tits feeling the weight like ripe fruit.
“Rachel Goodbody yes I know who you are. Not so cocky now my dear are you?”
His friend was waving the test tube in front of her face. It was another crazy
suction device she was sure of that. She could see the chest it had come from
there were many more bizarre things in it. A perverts workshop she imagined,
thinking, “oh God what’s he going to do?”
“Oh! Uggggg!” She gave a surprise gasp of sensation.
She gritted her teeth as the Arab pressed onto her slit pushing the open rim
down onto her clit. Her eyes widened with a little horror, her clit felt
swollen. The Arab sensing her surprise explained.
“A slight alteration here as well I think.”
He laughed pumping the rubber ball with his hand. “The doctor enhanced your
clitoris as well as your breasts by the looks of it.”
“Oh God,” groaned Rachel the pull of the suction tube now creating an inch long
pink clitty stump inside the glass.
The Arab could see her enlarge bud, like a fat cherry the air been sucked from
the tube instantly tugging the fleshy lump up into the airless void. He beckoned
his friend to look over the woman’s shoulder down to her groin.
“Look at the size of this bitch’s sex.”
The seated man did just that twisting her nipples as he did. “Maybe she should
have a ring through that too?” He said, seeing the bud flesh grow redder as the
air was sucked from the tube.
“Uhhhhhhhhhhh!”
She gasped her hands reaching down to the tube just for the man’s much stronger
hands to pull them away.
“Behave slave! Now open your legs wider; do it!”
The Arab was pulling her gold dress over her head so once again she was naked
heeled legs wide apart her big tits arching upwards as the test tube thrust from
her clit like a glass cock.
She began to pant and bite her lip the tube now totally devoid of air her clit
like a two inch slug trying to pull itself deeper and deeper with each squeeze
of the ball pump.
“Ooooooooooooo!”
“Is that feeling good?” The seated Arab asked, a finger dangerously inside a
nipple ring like he was about to pull the pin on a grenade. “Is it arousing; you
dirty little American bitch?”
Rachel gave a yelp thinking he might tear her nipple. ”Yes, yes master
uggggggg!” Then she gave a long sensuous groan as her clit grew hotter and
hotter.
“Ooohhhhhhhhhh!”
She felt him open his robe his long hard cock pressing snugly along her ass
crack. He gently lifted her until it sprang upright between her thighs the
sucking tube bouncing against its upright flesh.
“Feed me into your pussy,” he demanded. “Do it!”
Rachel’s hands went between her legs gripping the shaft and she raised her ass
pointing his sweaty cock head against her lips under the clit tube. She was
about to say it wouldn’t go when she felt her hole open, the long Arab member
sliding up her deep tunnel the clit tube still firmly in place
“Uggggggg oh uh, uhhhhhhhhh!” She groaned with pleasure his cock inside her
pussy, her clit under intense suction pressure.
The Arab s eyes widened feeling her chute instantly become lubricated; his cock
a happy wet invader
“Oh Miss you are sooo welcoming.”
Rachel was unable to respond to his teasing as she gave a series of sensation
filled grunts and groans.
He steadied her wriggling waist by gripping a hard tit. Rachel to everyone’s
surprise including herself was already about to come. He took the pump from his
friend, now he would bring her to climax on his upright cock the white babe
gasping in embarrassment at her reaction.
“Ugh, no, nnn, nno, ugh, ugh oh god stop uhhhh uhhhhhhhhh
eieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!”
Mustafa felt her pussy grip and massage his buried cock the juices slurping as
he slowly pumped into her frenzied hole
“Awwwwww ugggggg!” She was climaxing intensely her fingers gripping the arms of
the chair then gripping the clit tube as the sensation became too much.
“Uuuuuu no get it off uggggggggggg!”
The Arab was tugging at the tube trying to pull it off without releasing the
vacuum causing her clit to stretch and bend. Both men gripped and pulled at the
sucking tube.
“Eieeeeeeeeeeee… Pop!”
It came loose; Rachel screaming in relief and ecstasy. She gave another animal
scream her back arching as she final began to come down from climax.
He lifted her off his cock the sweaty woman gripping him for dear life her body
still tender and fragile. Both men were now stripping naked their fat bellies
overhanging two rampant hard cocks; Mustafa’s glistening with the woman’s come.
She was position on all fours Mustafa taking her head and sliding his dirty cock
into her throat.
“All the way in slut.” He ordered, Rachel’s gulping but not gagging as inch
after inch of come’d on cock slid down to touch her tonsils.
Ali wasted no time in mounted her from the rear pushing into her soppy hole his
hands reaching around to grip her tits.
“I’m going to ride you like a thoroughbred.”
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