chapter 3 my got this is a hot story

Chapter 3

“Stop it!” Emily shouted.  But the pulsing motion just kept going on despite her loud protest.

Emily shook her head in disbelief as she looked down and saw the younger teenager sucking on her left nipple.  She was lying on her side and was bound with her arms behind her back and her ankles tied together.  A chain went from her wrists to her ankles and kept her back bent slightly.

Little bald Elizabeth was sucking hungrily on the breast almost as if she expected it to offer milk.  Occasionally, she would release the nipple and giggle and say something ridiculous like “you taste so yummy,” or “I’m sure glad we own you.”  Then she would resume sucking, occasionally shifting to the other breast and palpating them with her hands.

Emily didn’t like this treatment at all but she supposed that it was better than the treatment she received for the last measurements that Diane took a little earlier.  That was truly humiliating.

Dian had strapped her into a seat that was attached to a machine.  When she turned on the machine, the chair started bouncing up and down.  This had the effect of animating her breasts which bounced and jiggled with the movements of the chair.  Then Diane pulled out a second camera and started filming the motions of the bound girl’s breasts, recording each jiggle and jerk.

“They’re just as firm as I suspected,” said Diane as she recorded all of the wild motions of the lively orbs of flesh.  “Not a lot of movement.  Most girls flop all over the place.  I even had one a couple of months ago who kept banging her chin.  That was funny to watch but it certainly decreases a girl’s value on the market.”

Finally, Diane turned off the machine and sat at the computer.  “Now we just upload all of this and wait for instructions.”

What did that mean?  What did any of this mean?  By now, she had resigned herself to the fact that she was kidnapped and would be sold into slavery.  But what was with the instructions that Diane was waiting for?  And why were they looking for a clone of that girl in the picture?

“Could you stop that now?” Emily asked as she watched Elizabeth’s cheeks puffing in and out with the suckling.  “They’re getting sore.”

“Oh, I wish I could,” replied Elizabeth.  “But you’re too delicious to stop.  I could gobble you all up.  I’m a growing girl, yanno.”

Emily shook her head in disbelief.  “Do you know what’s going to happen to me?”  At least if she was going to be stuck with the younger girl, she might be able to learn something about her future.

Elizabeth let the nipple slide from her lips.  “Yep,” she responded before sucking it back in and nursing on it.

Emily raised her eyebrows at the short response, expecting more details in the reply.  “So what’s going to happen to me?”

Emily watched the nipple pop free again.  It was shiny from the girl’s saliva and looked swollen and red.  “I’m not allowed to say,” said Elizabeth.

Emily groaned and watched as Elizabeth shifted her attention to the other nipple to torment it some more.  She couldn’t believe how she was being treated.  She thought back to the night of her abduction.  How long ago was that?  She didn’t have any idea because she had been drugged after she had been kidnapped.  She assumed that it was less than a week ago, though.

She tried to think of what clues the police might have.  There was the video camera in the store.  But Diane had disguised herself well.  Even she didn’t recognize her captor.  There was another video camera in the back lot but, with the parking lot light out, that probably wouldn’t provide much information.

Maybe Diane had left some fingerprints.  She must have touched something in the store.  And then she remembered that the woman had paid in cash.  Maybe they would find some prints on one of the hundred dollar bills.  That seemed to be her only real hope.  She groaned in despair as she wondered what life ahead of her held in store.  She was not sure that she could be too hopeful, though.

Diane finally came back into the room.  “Time to give her up, baby.”

“Awwww, Mommy!!!” complained Elizabeth.  “She’s so delicious.  And I haven’t even tasted anything but her nipples yet.”

Diane furrowed her brow.  “Yes you did.  You tasted her pussy on my finger earlier.  And you’ll get to taste that again later.  But I need her back now.  You can taste her all you want after I make the alterations.”

Emily gasped at the words.  Alterations?  What did that mean?  This did not sound good at all.  She prepared herself to be able to fight and run at the first chance she got, hoping that there would be a chance before any alterations could be made.

The woman released the chain between Emiy’s wrists and ankles and then replaced the link that held the ankles together with a short piece of chain.  This would allow the girl to walk but with tiny steps.  Any hope of escape would have to wait for another time.   folloemilywed reluctantly behind the woman using short, mincing steps with her wrists still secured behind her back.

“Why am I being treated like a prisoner?” she asked as they moved down a long hallway past many doors.

Diane stopped for a moment and patted the girl’s cheek.  “Because you are a prisoner, dear.  It’s for your own good really.  We couldn’t risk having you harm yourself or damage yourself by foolishly trying to escape.”

Emily gasped as they passed an open door.  Inside was another girl lying on a bed and apparently sleeping.  She was naked but for her heavily bandaged chest.  The space looked like some kind of hospital room.

Diane heard the gasp and explained.  “She’s almost healed from one of her alterations.  But don’t start worrying.  Yours are very minor compared to what was ordered for her.  Your breasts are perfect and don’t need to be augmented one bit.”

This drew another gasp from Emily.  Not only did they kidnap girls here but they surgically altered them.  How was she going to be changed?  She trembled with fear with each step she took.

“Now hop up in this chair, precious girl,” said Diane once they arrived at the destination.  She grasped Emily’s shoulders and guided her back into the chair.  Then she unfastened the chain that had been hobbling the prisoner and bound them to two pads that went out from the seat of the chair.  Once the ankles were secure, the wrists were freed and then each arm was bound to an arm of the chair.  Finally, a strap was pulled tightly across her chest above her breasts and another one went below her breasts.  She was completely immobilized.

“Eve should be in here shortly,” Diane said.  “We’re going to give you a little haircut.”

“No!!!  Wait!!!” blurted Emily as she remembered bald Elizabeth.  “Please don’t shave my head!!!”

Diane laughed.  “Silly girl.  We aren’t going to shave your head.  We’re just giving you a different style.”  Currently, Emily’s long dark hair hung almost to her waist.  She liked her hair long and usually wore it in a ponytail, although it had been left free since her arrival at this place.

Less than a minute later, a naked woman entered the room.  Why was everyone naked around here, wondered Emily.  Diane was the only person she had seen since her arrival with any clothing on.

“This is Eve, Emily,” said Diane.  “She’s here to style your hair.”  Eve appeared to be about thirty and was very pretty.  She had platinum blonde hair that was stylishly cut at chin level.  She had large, firm breasts that almost sat like flesh-colored snow cones on her chest and she had wide gold hoops piercing her nipples.  Her slender waist gave way to feminine, flaring hips.  And she was nicely tanned all over, making a striking contrast to her almost white hair.

“Hello, Emily,” smiled Eve.  Sarah trembled slightly and remained silent, nervous about what was going to happen next.

Eve turned to Diane and spoke.  “She’s adorable, Mistress.  You have outdone yourself this time.”

“Thank you, pet,” smiled Diane.  “Yes, she’s a pretty little thing.”

Then Diane handed several pictures to Eve.  “Here’s your assignment.  I need a perfect match.”

Eve looked at the pictures and then stepped behind Sarah, lifting her hair and letting it run through her fingers.  “This shouldn’t be a problem at all.  She has full, rich, lustrous hair.  And the color is already a good match.”

For the next thirty minutes, Eve snipped and brushed and snipped some more.  Sarah groaned as she watched her precious locks falling to the floor.  But at least she wasn’t being shaved.  Several times, Eve’s breasts brushed against Emily’s face as she leaned in to work, causing the bound girl to blush each time she felt the warm, soft mounds.

Finally, Eve held up the mirror.  Gone were the long amber locks.  In their place, Emily saw her hair elegantly coiffed at shoulder length.  It was not her style but it looked nice.  And at least she wasn’t bald.

“She looks divine,” said Diane who had been sitting and watching the progress.  “Nice job, Eve.  You’ll get to climax today for that.”

Eve smiled brightly.  “Thank you, Mistress.”  Sarah just furrowed her brow in confusion at the exchange.

Diane walked to the chair that held the girl and reached out, tugging lightly on the blonde tuft of pubic hair.  “This goes next.”

Emily gasped and opened her eyes wide in surprise.  “Wait!!!  No!!!! Please don’t cut that off!!!”

Diane patted the girl’s cheek again.  “We have to, girl.  You are a special order.  We have to satisfy the customer.  And he was very specific in his needs.”

There it was again.  Special order.  What did that mean?  And now the woman was talking about a customer.  Now she was absolutely convinced that she had been kidnapped by some sort of white slavery ring.  And now she knew that she was going to be sold to a male.

Emily groaned again as the chair was adjusted and her legs were drawn apart.  She groaned yet again as she looked down across her nudity and saw Eve’s scissors snipping away her treasured little tuft of hair.  After the scissors reduced the bush to stubble, Eve lathered up the girl’s mound and then swiped the razor through the foam, removing the last vestiges of hair.

“Let me just adjust your legs,” said Eve.  Emily’s legs were lifted and remained separated.  She blushed as she realized that her bottom and her sex were lewdly on display.  The razor swiped through the little valley between the beautifully rounded globes of Sarah’s ass, causing the girl to blush even more.

“She’s a wet one,” observed Eve as she turned her attention to Sarah’s labia and upper thighs.  Entire new shads of red were achieved by the blushing girl as Eve swabbed a towel between Emily’s thighs to mop up her juices of arousal.  Sarah silently cursed her body again for betraying her.  How could she show signs of arousal when she was being humiliated and degraded so badly?

Finally, Eve was finished with all of her barbering chores.  She ran a finger down each of the slick labia and then looked up at Diane.  “May I, Mistress?”

“Sure, pet,” nodded Diane.  “Have fun.”

Eve smiled brightly.  “Thank you, Mistress.”

She bent her head forward and kissed the captive’s freshly denuded mound, drawing a gasp from the girl.  Then she trailed a tongue downward until she reached Emily’s clit.  At the same time, she pushed a finger into the bound girl and started slowly moving it in and out.

Emily gasped at the way she was being treated.  She had never been with another girl and had never wanted to.  She shouted at Eve.  “Get away from me, you pervert!!!  Get away from me!!!”

Diane got up from her chair and crossed the room.  She placed a hand on each of the proud breasts and squeezed them gently as Eve’s tongue and finger continued to move.  “Now, no, girl.  Everything is fine.  Eve just likes giving girls pleasure.  You should be nice to her after what she has already done for you.”

“Well, I don’t want pleasure from her,” replied Emily.

“You don’t have any choice in the matter, dear,” said Diane.  She was focusing on the nipples now, rolling them back and forth and stretching them away from Emily’s chest occasionally.  “It’s my decision.”

Emily screamed and shouted for help as the finger and tongue kept assaulting her.  She did not want this at all.  At the same time, Diane kept toying with the girl’s nipples and wondering how Emily would react to the next indignity she faced.  She did not think that the new slave would like it at all.

Emily screamed again and Diane dug her fingernails into the sensitive little buds, causing the captive to screech again.  “Listen to me, little one.  Your screaming will bring you no help and I find it quite annoying.  I don’t want to gag you or use the drugs to silence you but I will if you keep this up.”

“Please get her away from me,” begged Emily, sobbing as the tongue kept lapping and the finger kept pushing into her.

“Eve, continue,” said Diane.  Emily groaned.  This was horrible!!!

Despite her efforts to avoid climax, Emily finally lost her battle.  She concentrated on her upcoming graduation.  She tried to envision her first year in college.  She worked on math problems.  But the efforts between her thighs and on her breasts eventually overwhelmed her.  She let out a loud groan, her body tensing then shuddering, as the orgasm overwhelmed her.  She was so disgusted with herself.

Eve left after lowering Emily’s legs again. Emily remained in the chair as Diane busied herself at a counter along the wall.  She eventually returned to Emily, carrying a metal tray which she set on a table beside the chair.

“This won’t take long at all, sweetie,” said Diane.  “But I need to place one more strap on you before we begin.”

A leather strap was drawn across the girl’s forehead and then tightened.  Emily could not raise her head or even turn to either side.  Diane picked something off the tray and placed it on Emily’s chest as she gathered other items from the tray.  These too were placed on the prisoner’s chest.  Emily tried to identify what they were but couldn’t figure them out.  One was heavy and cold and made of metal.  Another was light and fluffy.  The third item was also light but she could tell from its cold temperature that it was also metal.

Diane picked up the heavy item.  “This will be over before you know it.  You’ll feel a little pinch and then you’re past the worst of it.”

 Emily was visibly trembling at this point.  “Please don’t do it.  Please don’t hurt me.  Please, please, please.”

Diane ignored the pleas and moved the tool to the girl’s face.  Emily felt something being inserted into each of her nostrils, stretching them outward.  She continued to beg for mercy but Diane continued to ignore her.

“Oooowwwww!!!” she screeched.  Pain erupted in her nose and she saw stars before her eyes.

Diane removed the tool and held a piece of gauze to the girl’s nose, pressing it against both sides of the septum to stop the bleeding.  She held it there for a couple of minutes until the bleeding stopped.  Emily sobbed and pleaded the whole time.

Eventually, Diane removed the gauze and picked up the third item from Emily’s chest.  Emily felt something being pushed through her septum.  Oh my gosh, she though.  She pierced my nose!!!

Diane held a mirror up for Emily to see her new decoration.  “We’ll eventually replace that with a ring but we don’t want it catching on anything while you’re healing.”  Sarah groaned at what she saw.  It looked like a little gold horseshoe had been run through her nose.  At each end was a little gold ball that rested on her upper lip.