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Angelie

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Angelina Jolie and Natalie Portman sat strapped to chairs in a small white room. They were comfortable.

“Hello,” a man said. He was sitting nearby, and had just turned on the light. They both looked at him in shock.

“You are probably wondering where you are, why you can’t remember the past few hours, and what is going to happen to you. Let me first assure you that you will both be alright. You are in no danger. I am merely holding you both for ransom.”

The two women both were in no way comforted. They struggled at their bonds and tried rocking their chairs. “You might be wondering if I will kill you because you have seen my face. I assure you, after you have paid the ransom you will be let go, you will never see me again, I will have what I want, the money, and be gone.”

Angelina squirmed and pulled at her arm restraints frantically. Natalie kicked and bucked, but could not get loose. “Ladies, please, calm down, believe me, you are perfectly safe. Just listen and relax. No one will be contacted with a ransom demand; I am not going to bother with a tricky ‘drop.’ Everything will be done in here. I will offer you a chance to buy your way out by letting you grant me access to your bank accounts. I have an assistant standing by who will take your information and apply it… If we are successful in getting the money you will be let go. You will simply be allowed to walk out of here, you will be free. It’s very simple. Now, if you don’t pay, that’s no problem, I’m not going to hurt you, there are no time restrictions. My goal here is to not cause any anxiety.”

He paused, smiling at both women. “I want this to be as simple and painless as possible. Please, if you need anything… food, water… just ask and it will be yours. When you are ready to pay let me know and we will make the arrangements for you. For now, let me just give you time to calm down.” The man stood up and walked out, locking the door behind him.

The two women looked at each other, and then back down at themselves. They were both naked. They were not cold, the air was warm, but it was disconcerting to be completely naked and exposed. Jolie tried struggling again, trying to free herself from her restraints. She bit her lower lip in anxiety and grunted, frustrated.

Portman studied the restraints, noting that they were double locked and seemingly inescapable. She tried maneuvering her small wrists through them but was unable to do so. She eventually gave up and just relaxed, breathing. She cleared her throat and then said, “I don’t think there’s any way out.”

Angelina glared at her, refusing to give up, and licked her lips, squirming and bucking some more. She eventually took a breath, deciding to save her strength for later. She looked over at the younger woman, running her eyes over her body.

“What are you looking at,” Portman said.

“Nothing,” Angelina said. Portman narrowed her eyes; she didn’t like being looked down on by this actress just because she was younger.

“You’re looking at my body aren’t you? What are you a dyke?”

“I beg your pardon, I’m just looking at you because you’re sitting right across from me, give me a break kid.”

“Kid? Who are you calling kid? And don’t give me that ‘sitting across from me’ bullshit; you were staring at my twat!”

“Oh fuck you, I was not, besides, you were looking at me too, don’t even say you weren’t.”

“So what? You’re nothing special. I don’t know why the whole world’s obsessed with you? Just because your mouth looks like it’s a landing strip for cocks…”

“Wh-wh-what? You fucking watch your mouth kid or I’ll…”

“You’ll what? Get up and kick my ass? You wish. Fuck you, we’re both stuck here. I wouldn’t be surprised if he kills your ass for being such a bitch.”

“Fuck you.”

“No fuck you.”

“Ladies ladies,” the man re-entered the room, carefully closing and locking the door behind him. “Please, there’s no need to fight. I assure you, again, that this is a very calm, simple situation. No harm will come to either of you; you will be comfortable, safe, and well-treated. All I want is your money and you will be free to go. I am not even asking for a lot of it, just a reasonable amount for my trouble.”

Angelina glared at him and then over at Portman, who was giving the man a pouty face. “Oh stop fucking putting him on, don’t give him that ‘I’m too young and cute’ routine, you’re just as pissed off as I am,” Jolie sneered.

“Hmmp,” Natalie said, huffing and resuming her pout.

“Ms. Portman,” the man said. “You became an actress at a very young age, fourteen I believe, in ‘The Professional.’ I am a fan of your work; it has real artistic merit…”

“Yeah, not like that slut over there, all she does in movies is show some skin and blow kisses…”

“How dare you,” Jolie roared, snapping at her restraints and lunging against them.

“Please, ladies, don’t make me leave. I can’t deal with all of this aggression. I want a nice, simple, calm environment to work in.”

“I’m sorry,” Portman said, and pouted.

“Yeah, okay, sorry,” Angelina added, insincerely, she shot a glare over at Portman, blaming her.

“Okay, well, first off, do either of you want any food, or water?”

“No I’m fine,” Jolie said, tersely, “just let me go.”

“Ooh, some water please, I’m very thisty,” Portman responded. She crinkled her cute little button nose and licked her lips.

Angelina glared at her again, “Stop fucking coming onto him you hussy. Ask for a drink don’t fucking beg to suck his cock.”

“Ladies, please,” the man interrupted before the argument escalated. “I am not in the market for, ahem, how shall we say, sexual favors. No, I said that you both would not be harmed and I mean that in every sense of the word. You are, however, being inconvenienced, I realize.”

He smiled, politely, gesturing with his arms for both of them to be quiet while he continued, “You are both here, where it is not particularly enjoyable, and you are also both not able currently to work. You are, in effect, losing money because you are not working. I propose to you then, on a strictly economic level, how much better served you would be if you were free to return to your lives. I offer you a list of salable items then, and I will return in a few minutes to consult with each of you privately.”

The man laid a sheet of paper in front of each of them, folding out the armrest portion of their chairs, as in school desks, to create a small table. He left them to their study.

The list read:

1. Water 8oz. $100

2. Food Starch $200

3. Food Sweet $500

4. Food Nasty $1,000

5. Hormones Estrogen $2,000

6. Hormones Testosterone $3,000

7. Surgery B. Implants $5,000

8. Surgery C. Implants $7,000

9. Surgery D. Implants $10,000

10. Surgery E. Implants $12,000

11. Surgery F. Implants $15,000

12. Made to lick feet $20,000

13. Made to give oral $30,000

14. Made unable to speak $50,000/half hour.

15. Given freedom            $100,000

16. Imprisonment $1,000,000

“I don’t know about you but I’m just getting the fuck out of here,” Jolie said.

The man returned, and spoke to them each individually, writing down their account information and listening to their requests. “Okay, it will just be a moment to confirm that the appropriate deductions have been made. Ms. Portman, your water purchase, while we wait.”

The man took the water and sat it down in front of Angelina Jolie, breaking the seal and twisting the cap off.

“Wait, wait,” Natalie said, “That’s, that’s my water right? Why are you giving it to her?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, perhaps I didn’t explain…” he paused and looked down at his phone. “Okay looks like your accounts check ladies, so Ms. Portman you’ll be free to go, let me just finish giving this water to Angelina.”

“She’ll be free to go? But I paid for my freedom, why does she get to go free, that bitch, water, all I get is water?”

“Ladies, did I not explain it properly? You are not buying things for yourselves, but for the other… Angelina you bought freedom, so Ms. Portman is free to go, and Ms. Portman you bought water, so, Angelina, here’s your water and I’ll be on my way, good luck getting out before you dehydrate.”

The man walked over to Natalie and began untying her bonds. “Wait, wait,” Angelina shouted…

Natalie stuck her tongue out, wagging it at the stuck-up star of Tomb Raider, glad to see the miserable old bitch get what she deserved. “Serves you right, you slut,” she said.

“You, you,” she said, ignoring her water. She looked down at the list. “Wait, imprisonment, I want to buy imprisonment now…”

“Okay,” the man said, retying the bonds, easily overpowering the soft and scrawny Portman despite her one free hand. He finished refastening her. “That will be an additional charge. Do either of you want to buy anything else before I go?”

They both erupted into a verbal fight, shouting at the other, “You let me go right now you bitch, you fucking buy me freedom or else… No you first, how do I know I can trust you, sneaky bitch, I know you, you’ll leave me here to die, fucking tramp, whore, slut, I’ll get you, see how you like it…”

“Ladies, ladies, please, one at a time! Might I suggest, if you are having trouble being heard, buying a half hour of silence for the other one? That will make it easier for both of us.”

“Ooh, yeah, silence that fucking bitch! I’m buying half an hour.”

“No, shut her trap up, for a whole hour!”

“Make it 2 hours!”

“4!”

The man put his hand up. “A half hour is the maximum buyable at one time. Now, both of you, you will still be able to purchase items by writing them down, but I will be limiting you to one purchase per visit, to keep things simple. So, I will return in a bit and you can both buy one thing.

The man picked up a ball gag and strapped it onto Natalie’s face, drawing a little bit of shock but no prolonged resistance. She took, instead, to glaring at Angelina, who scrunched up her nose back at her, sticking out her tongue.

“I just want this to be as simple and peaceful as possible,” the man said. “Let’s keep this civil. Angelina, here is your water.” He held it to her mouth while she sucked, watching the bottle penetrate her soft, cushiony lips, and her neck pulse as she swallowed.

“Maybe you will consider returning the favor to your benefactor…” he said, indicating Natalie.

He left the room. The two stared daggers at each other.

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Natalie gagged and choked on her food, trying to spit it up as it wriggled down her throat. It had been fed in through a grinder which had deposited them into a pipe which had been inserted into the back of her mouth. She tried to stop them from getting into her throat but they fell in so far back she had little choice but to swallow.

“Ugh, guck, guh,” she said. Her eyes watered from the strain. She looked across at Angelina, who was smiling a big, cold smile around her ball gag.

Natalie finished eating her serving of $1000 worms and breathed, trying to get past her ordeal. She wanted to vomit, but the man put the ball gag back in her mouth, taking the contraption off of her face first.

“There,” he said, “one helping of food, nasty. A creative choice of food I might add.” He made a polite bow to Angelina, who smiled at him.

“And now,” he said, half to Portman and half to Jolie, “It is time for your surgery, Ms. Angelina.” He took out a swab and dabbed her right breast. It was Portman’s turn to smile.

A man entered the room wearing a surgeon’s mask, latex gloves, and OR scrubs. He carried a scalpel in one hand and a small black bag in the other. Angelina squealed around her ball gag.

“The size F doctor,” the original man said, finishing the iodine swabbing.

The doctor nodded and began cutting into Jolie’s breast, drawing a frantic mewl from her. She screamed into her gag, sweating and bucking at her bonds. “Hold still,” the doctor said.

“Its best to do what he says, he is cutting you know.”

Angelina froze, terrified. She watched with a look of horror on her face as her beautiful natural breasts were cut open and laid bare. Natalie cringed a bit at the blood, but watched, fascinated.

The doctor got her right breast open and took out a large gelatinous bag. Jolie realized in panic that he was going to try to put the huge thing into her breast.

She started bucking again, banging her hands onto the desk and whining. She saw him stick it in, stuffing her chest with it, and started crying.

The doctor squeezed the last part of the squirmy bag in and then started sewing her back up. “Scars? He asked.

The man in charge looked at Portman, who nodded vigorously. “Yes, with scars,” the man said.

Angelina lost it, mewling profoundly and slamming the chair into the ground. “Hold still,” said the doctor, sticking the needle into the skin and then pulling the coarse thread through. It would take a few days to heal but he would leave the thread in, making sure that the skin healed up around it before he took it out.

He started on the second one. “When these are all done the thread line and needle holes will still be visible.” The other man nodded, Angelina sobbed, and Portman’s pussy grew visibly wet.

“Jesus, look at the size of those monsters,” the man said, stepping back to look. “They look like watermelons.”

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“Now Natalie, fair is fair. You did have her ‘done’ so she’s only returning the favor.” Natalie mewled and shrank back from the doctor as he approached with his black bag in tow. It was her turn to undergo the knife.

Her chest was swabbed and then the men crowded around her.

The problem was that she had less of a bust to begin with, so the surgeon had an exceptionally hard time getting the implants in. “They’re going to have a hard, overfilled look,” he said, matter-of-factly. “See how the skin is taut, and when you feel it, it feels solid, like a pool ball. That’s because the skin is stretched as far as it can go. You can even see her nipples getting pulled flat.”

Angelina was savoring the moment, watching as Portman’s chest was marred forever. Her own pussy was starting to moisten.

“Okay doc, great work, and we’ll let those heal. Wow, nice, they look like bowling balls. Okay, and now we release Angelina.”

Jolie was ecstatic. Released? That little bitch thought wrong if she thought she was going to return the favor, especially after what she had done to her breasts in the first place.

Really, who did she think she was? She thought she could just stick these huge sacs in her chest, scar them, and then be let go? Well, once she was on the outside she’d hire the best doctor to take them out and she’d have the last laugh.

She smiled, evilly, as she was released from her bonds, grinning smugly up at the still secured Portman from new vantage point on the floor.

She tried to stand but the men held her down, guiding her across to the younger actress. Angelina stretched her jaw as her ball gag was taken out, the half hour up for both of them.

“What, what is the meaning of this, let me go, you said I was being released?! What are you, no, wait… blubk, furr, frblubb…” her voice was cut off as the two men shoved her face first into Portman’s bush.

Natalie’s ball gag was taken out and the young actress sighed and closed her eyes, feeling the relief wash over her as her rival was made to service her.

“Mmmmm,” she said, around her gag. She squirmed in her seat, grinding her vulva into the older woman’s face, enjoying the struggling sensations of the mouth and nose.

Angelina was pulled back for a second, like a drowning woman being pulled out of a pool. She gasped for air, and then was shoved back in.

Angelina wriggled her face back and forth, trying to escape the warm, pulsing opponent that faced her. Natalie sighed again and relaxed into her foe, enjoying the ineffectual escape attempts.

Jolie’s nice fat lips were giving immense pleasure to her enemy, rubbing sloppily over their nether lips.

“Stop, sbrbrbbb brrblub…” she said, inhaling and then getting a face full of twat again.

“There you are Ms. Portman, how are you enjoying that? Can I get you anything else?” Natalie leaned back in her chair, breathing contently and shook her head.

“No, that’s alright, this is nice. Just keep giving me more of this…”

“As you wish Madam.”

Angelina sputtered on the copious vaginal effusions that had started to flood out onto her face, coughing and gasping for air.

“Water, water,” she croaked. The man fetched a bottle of water and fed it to Natalie, who looked down at the naked, big-breasted bitch on the floor.

“Why thank you,” she said, chugging the refreshing beverage down. She turned to the man and asked him if it was her turn to make a request again.

“Yes, she asked for water, so now it is your turn to give her something.”

“Oh good,” Portman responded, smiling evilly down at her rival. “Well since she was kind enough to put something in my mouth earlier why don’t I return the favor.”

The men made to lift Angelina up but Portman stopped them, “Uh uh, keep her there, I have something special to give her.” The men looked a little confused but complied. “Oh and bring that pipe feeder over here and stick it in her mouth, that was ‘fun’ when it was in my mouth.” She grinned evilly down at her victim.

“Okay, good, now put the other end, just, about… here…”

Natalie pushed and a surge of urine shot out from her satisfied pussy, streaming down the pipe and into the mouth of her foe, who squinted, closing her eyes under the assault.

Angelina Jolie tried to wriggle her head but the men held it still, and the acrid fluid splashed a bit as it swept across her tongue and mouth. She started to spit, trying to push the foul liquid back up the pipe, but more flew in, directly under her tongue and far into the back down her throat.

“Blubl, guk,” she said.

“That’s nice dear,” Natalie said, looking down at her, “what else do you have to say?”

“Blubbbl grubl guk, phhht, mmmbbbitchhhh,” she managed, around the pool of piss in her mouth. She swallowed as she began to speak.

“Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to speak with your mouth full?”

“You miserable bitch I’ll get you, I’ll… Uh, spfbb,” she said, as Natalie toyed with her, shooting a small jet of urine into her mouth and then holding her bladder, waiting.

“Fuck yobbbll,” she said, as the young actress did it again, laughing.

“That’s it,” Jolie finally managed, “I want her shut blurbbl fppppt, shut up for bluurbb bbbbfffpppp, shut up…” she cringed, opening an eye expectantly, looking at the dripping pussy in front of her. It didn’t interrupt. “I want her fpppppppppphhhhhhh bluuuuuuuurbbb fphhhhpphh…” Natalite laughed as she squirted out the reserve she had held in her bladder. She couldn’t stop laughing at Angelina’s ridiculous attempts to speak.

“I want that fucking bitch silenced!” Jolie finally yelled.

The man frowned, checking his phone. “Um, I’m sorry Ms. Jolie but I’m afraid you don’t have sufficient funds, that early expenditure on release and then imprisonment must have tapped you out.”

“What?! No, that’s not possible. Check again. Ask Brad, he’s good for it…”

“Sorry, we don’t deal with third parties, too messy. We like to keep things as simple as possible.” He paused, thinking, looking down at Jolie’s desperate face. “Well, under the rules…” He waited, looking down at Angelina. She looked back up at him expectantly, hoping for something.

“Since you’re broke I suppose you could ask Ms. Portman if you could borrow money from her, as we already have an established line of credit…”

Angelina looked crestfallen. She looked up at her tormentor, her eyes suddenly pleading.

“You know what,” Portman said, “even though you’re a bitch I take pity on you. If you eat my shit I’ll let you have the money, but, you have to promise to use it to free me. Then I’ll do the same.”

Angelina looked shocked, but realized she had no choice. The men turned her over onto her back and slid her under Portman’s chair. Angelina realized for the first time that Natalie’s chair was slightly different than the one she had sat in, that the portion under her ass was cut out.

She stared up at Natalie’s naked ass. The men put the pipe into her mouth, forcing her lips open. She heard Natalie grunt. The men then stuck a plastic funnel over her mouth, so that it enveloped her lips. All of Natalie’s shit was going to fall directly onto her soft pillows and then down into her propped open gullet.

The first bits of waste began to drip. They fell into the funnel and slid down, landing on her lips and then piling into the pipe. They entered Jolie’s mouth. She gagged and choked, coughing, trying to spit it up.

“Swallow it,” Natalie said, “or no deal.”

Angelina’s eyes watered but she gagged and swallowed, tears starting to stream down her face. She grimaced as more shit fell from the puckered hole above.

“That’s it worm, eat your superior’s shit. Eat it like the dog cunt you are.”

Angelina frowned but did as she had to; taking the shit that slipped down into her mouth and chewing it, breaking it up, before swallowing. She kept gagging and coughing, but managed, spluttering, to begin getting it down.

“Admit that I’m the better actress,” Portman said.

“You-you’re the better actress…” Angelina said, revolted.

“Say ‘You’re better than me’,” Portman scolded.

“You’re…” she swallowed, clearing her mouth, “you’re better than me…” Jolie burst into tears.

“Say ‘I’m a slut’.”

“I’m…” she swallowed again, gagging on the disgusting taste, feeling nauseous. She couldn’t say it, it was too much. She pushed her tongue up, trying to stem the flow.

Natalie grunted and pushed a large amount of ‘food’ down into the pipe, sighing as it fell out. Angelina shook her head, trying to dislodge it, but only succeeded in shaking it loose and down into the pipe.

She struggled with the massive intake.

“Say it!” Portman commanded, she put her foot down on Jolie’s cunt, grinding her heel.

“I’m…” Jolie struggled with the stuff in her mouth, struggling to swallow it, her mind recoiling, feeling overwhelmed. She tried again, gagging, “I’m a slut,” she breathed. She swallowed again, finally clearing her plate.

Portman stood up out of the chair and turned to stand over her defeated adversary. She bent her knee back and kicked, hard and swift into Angelina’s cunt, ‘whack, whack, whack!’

Angelina groaned. Portman stood victorious over her. She squatted and gripped the sides of Jolie’s legs, swinging her own up, straddling the woman’s pelvis, facing her face. “Okay, take it off her, let’s see those beautiful lips of hers now.” Portman settled herself in for the show, making sure to wipe her ass on Angelina’s beautiful trim pussy fur, sliding up and down on it until it was clean.

The men lifted the chair and took the funnel out, revealing the soiled lips of the actress beneath, their puffy ridges stained brown.

“Mmmm, make sure to get pictures, close-ups. You recorded all of this, right?” Portman asked.

“Yup, of course Ma’am,” the man said.

“Okay, great, that’s a wrap, make sure to get some nice shots of her new tits too. I’m going to take a bath; I’ll be in my quarters.”

“Wh-wait, wait, what the fuck, what’s going on?” Angelina tried to sit up, lifting up to rest on her elbows. The doctor put his foot down on her head, causing her to cry out and reach back for his leg.

“Down,” the first man said, loudly. Jolie flinched and leaned back down, resting again, and putting her arms down at her sides. She made a sour face as they leaned in and took bright flashbulb pictures of her stained lips.

“You don’t get it do you?” Portman said, lingering in the doorway. “This was all staged. I had you kidnapped…”

Jolie was in shock. They got some nice shots of that too. Her mind reeled. “But, but your agony, your suffering, it all seemed real, your chest…”

Portman reached around behind her and unclasped the prosthetic device she was wearing, removing her overblown chest. She smiled.

“Oh don’t worry, yours are real, I’m keeping you. And as for my performance, well, who was it who was the better actress again?”

Natalie giggled, smoothing her hair and putting a pout on her face. She feigned surprise, “Angelina Jolie is missing?! How horrible, oh I hope she’s alright.” She then flashed a grin at Jolie and giggled again, stepping out and shutting the door.

The men moved lower, taking flashes of her heaving, sobbing chest.

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by Alex Streuth

Literary notes: This one’s for Adobe, whose work is more appreciated then he knows.

-AS

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Lastly, the author disclaims that outside of the realm of fantasy none of these types of behaviors and/or ideas are healthy much less conscionable. It is my intention to provide a well-written adult story that allows the reader to indulge in their darker appetites. Feedback is welcomed, and you may write me at Streuthanasia@gmail.com

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