Honeymoon Gone Awry Part II Chapter 16

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Juanita was demanding and showed zero tolerance where Doug was concerned. When he hesitated or made a mistake, he paid dearly for it.  He learned exactly how vicious she was when he accidentally grazed her pussy lips with his teeth while trying to please her. He was suffering excruciating pain at the time as severe cramps came more frequently with each passing moment. His task was to bring Juanita to a climax before his ninth and final enema was released. In his haste to please her, he accidentally grazed her pussy lips with his teeth. The Mexican showed him no mercy.

The following day to his surprise he had an appointment with Dr. Shriver to have his teeth pulled and replaced with dentures.  He was utterly humiliated as he suffered through this ordeal. He knew it was irreversible, and he would spend the rest of his life without his own teeth just like Julie. 

“Why does it bother you so much, Doug? Your wife lost hers a long time ago. Do you hear her complaining?” Juanita chided, taking great pleasure in his misery.

Doug knew better then to complain openly, but he still had a hard time disguising his true feelings. It was difficult for him to come to terms with the fact that his teeth were gone forever. He was given a local anesthetic and often had flashbacks as he watched each of his teeth being pulled one by one and deposited in a stainless steel bowl.  What would his friends and family think if they ever saw him in that condition? His humiliation would be unbearable.

Juanita was pleased with the morning’s proceedings and rewarded him with another long, drawn out enema. He spent the rest of the afternoon eating out her pussy and bringing her to orgasm after orgasm now that his teeth were gone.

Besides being a hard mistress, Juanita could also be a sultry vixen, and she rewarded Doug that night with a blow job he would never forget. She kept him on the edge for hours. His cock ached as she brought him incredibly close to a climax. She then backed off, knowing exactly how to keep his cock hard and aching without allowing it to spew forth its creamy cum. When he finally was allowed to cum, he pumped load after load into her belly, and she relished every drop of it as she kept his cock buried in her throat.

Doug lived for those moments, and the lesson was once more driven home that if he did everything he was told to do, he would be rewarded. It was several days later that he was put to another extreme test.

They had been back for just one week, when it happened.  Doug wore his Houdini Chastity Harness during the day when he was in training. This served to drive home the point that getting a hard on and experiencing an orgasm was a privilege to be earned.  Juanita wore very little during the day simply to torment the poor lad. She usually wore only a garter belt, stockings, and six inch stiletto heels. She liked the fact that he lusted over her sultry body.

That afternoon Juanita’s cell phone rang.

"Hello."

"Juanita?"

"Carlos, is that you?"

"It's me, my little Chiquita."

"Oh my God, it's really you.  Where are you?"

"I'm here."

"How can that be?  I know you applied for a visa, but the United States government has put a hold on all applications."

"I no wait for any visa.  I have opportunity to cross border, and I take it."

"Oh no, Carlos, you can get in big trouble!"

"I had to see you, my Chiquita."

"I don't know.  I want to see you too, but Mr. Stevens might not approve."

"My Chiquita, I love you, and I came all this way to see you. How can you say that?"

"I love you too, mi amor (my love), but I will have to check with Mr. Stevens first. He would be very upset if I let you in the house without his permission, and I would lose my job.”

"He must let me see you.  I come a long way to be with my Chiquita."

"I’ll call you back as soon as I know."  

"I have no phone, Juanita!"

"Then you call me back in half an hour.  Adiós, mi amor."

Juanita was excited.  She had not seen Carlos, the love of her life, in over a year. She just had to see him.  Juanita called Edgar Stevens.  She spoke to him in hushed tones for quite some time, and, when she was finally finished, she hung up the phone with a smile on her face.

Juanita’s phone rang shortly afterwards.  It was Carlos.

"Carlos, I have wonderful news.  You can come over tonight around 7:00 PM, but you must understand that I work for Mr. Stevens. There are certain things I have to do that you may not like, but they are part of my job.”

"I understand, my Chiquita. As long as I can see you, nothing else matters,” he said.

They talked for another twenty minutes. Juanita talked in hushed tones and poor Doug strained to hear what was being said to no avail. They finally hung up.

Doug stood by dumbly as all of this transpired. Where did that leave him?  He felt like an intruder, the odd man out.

Juanita busied herself as she prepared for the night’s festivities. She showered while Doug bathed her and trimmed her pussy.  He was then allowed to shower while the Mexican immigrant fixed her hair and applied her makeup.

Doug was somewhat uneasy, contemplating what his role might be in tonight's activities.  Maybe it would be better if he was out of the way.  After all, they probably wanted time alone.

"Miss Juanita, maybe I should stay in the other room while your boyfriend is here," Doug suggested timidly.

"Oh no, Doug, my man has heard a great deal about you and wants to meet you.  We will all have a good time together," she said as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her large tits into his chest.

It was almost 7:00 PM, and Carlos would arrive momentarily.

Doug was naked and was feeling extremely self-conscious.  He would much rather be dressed, but he knew better than to ask.  If he was naked, it was for a good reason. The Houdini Chastity Harness was also gone as his cock hung semi erect between his legs. The only item that remained was the butt plug he was forced to wear at all times.

There was a knock at the door.  Juanita answered it and returned with a short, swarthy man.  

There was no doubt that Carlos was Mexican. He had a rugged appearance. His hair was jet black, and it appeared as if he hadn’t shaved in quite some time. His mustache was the most outstanding feature on his rugged face. 

Juanita was much taller than Carlos. She clung to him, dressed only in a thong, bra, thigh high stockings, and seven inch stiletto heels. They kissed passionately. Both of them were so glad to be together again. They spoke to each other in Spanish, and Doug couldn’t understand a word that was being said.

Doug felt awkward. He stood there not quite knowing what to do with himself. As they kissed and groped each other, his cock grew harder. By the time they were done, he was rock hard.

Carlos looked over at Doug. He finally acknowledged him.

“You must be Doug,” he said, walking over to him.

“Yes,” he replied.

“Yes, Mr. Sanchez,” Carlos corrected.

“Yes. Mr. Sanchez.”

Doug cringed inside. He was being treated as an inferior by this Mexican who was in his country illegally.  He was ashamed for not standing up for himself.

“I understand you in training?” he asked.

“Yes,” Doug replied, somewhat embarrassed.

Carlos slapped him across the face.

“You forgetting something?”

“I’m sorry. Yes, Mr. Sanchez, I’m in training,” he stammered.

“That’s better,” Carlos seemed satisfied.

He walked around Doug, eyeing him up and down.

“I’m sorry, mi amor, that I have to mix business with pleasure. It’s the only way we could be together tonight,” Juanita apologized.

“It’s not a problem, my Chiquita, I’m looking forward to our evening together,” he snickered. “Is it true, he has no teeth?”

“Yes, they were removed earlier this week because of an indiscretion.”

Carlos stood in front of Doug. He slapped him across the face again.

“You hurt my Chiquita!” Carlos spit out.

“I… I… didn’t mean to, Mr. Sanchez,” Doug stammered.

“If I had my way, I would cut your heart out for hurting my woman,” he retorted.

“Settle down, mi amor. I already explained it to you. It wasn’t intentional,” Juanita said, trying to calm him.

Carlos had a hot temper and was at times hard to control. 

“Let’s see these teeth,” he ordered Doug.

Doug quickly removed his dentures which Carlos took from him and threw on the table.

“You no need them tonight,” he snickered. “Where’s the bathroom, Juanita. I need to take a leak.”

Juanita showed him where the bathroom was and then walked over to Doug.

“Don’t be concerned, Doug. His bark is worse than his bite. It’s only for tonight, and he’ll be gone in the morning. Mr. Stevens made that perfectly clear,” she whispered in his ear as she kissed him and stroked his already hard cock. “Just do everything you’re told to do.”

Carlos returned in a foul mood.

“Este wimp tiene que estar aquí? (Does this wimp have to be here?)” he asked Juanita. 

Doug was perplexed. He had no idea what Carlos was saying. But by his demeanor, he could tell that the guy was upset.

“Hablamos ya de esto (We already talked about this),” she replied. 

“Sé, pero no quiero a este americano aquí cuando tenemos solamente una noche juntos (I know, but I don't want this American here when we only have one night together),” he said.

“No sea difícil, o usted tendrá que irse (Don't be difficult, or you'll have to leave),” she replied firmly.

“Todo el a la derecha, usted gana (All right, you win),” he said bitterly.

Juanita walked over to Doug and stroked his hard cock. He thought this was rather strange for her to do in front of her boyfriend.

“I want you to show Carlos what you can do with those nice gums,” she whispered in his ear as she pushed him to his knees in front of her. She then spread her legs invitingly, and he knew what to do. He felt awkward and feared that Carlos would get mad and do something rash.

Carlos watched him eating his girlfriend’s pussy for awhile before he walked over behind her and removed her bra. He reached around front and grabbed her large tits and kneaded them. Juanita moaned as she was being eaten out by Doug and caressed by her boyfriend. 

Carlos grabbed her nipples roughly and pulled on them.

“Oooohhhhhhhh!” Juanita moaned as he roughly handled her huge tits. “Harder, baby!”

“Ah, mi pequeña mujerzuela tiene gusto de él áspero! (Ah, my little slut likes it rough!)” he hissed.

“Oh God, yes!” she moaned.

“Diga al wimp conseguir abajo en el piso en todos los fours (Tell the wimp to get down on the floor on all fours.),” he ordered.

“Get down on the floor on your hands and knees,” she ordered Doug as she pushed his head away.

Doug obeyed, knowing there was no other recourse. He was at her mercy.

Carlos stood by as Juanita circled Doug. 

“Doug, you’ve been a very good boy this week, and I know you want to cum,” she said as she stroked his hard cock which had been neglected up until this point. At the same time she removed the butt plug.  His anus was a gaping hole which didn’t readily close.

Doug was panting as Juanita went over to the closet and came back with a strap-on dildo.

“Do you know what this is, Doug?” she asked.

“Yes, Miss Juanita,” he replied weakly.

The dildo was twelve inches long and three and a half inches in diameter, a quarter of an inch wider than the butt plug that was just removed from his ass. It was attached to a 3-strap harness.

These had been used on Doug before, but he had never seen one so large. He would rip him to shreds.  Worst of all she planned on using it while this other man was present.

“Do you know what I’m going to do with it?”

“Yes, Miss Juanita.”

“¡Usted va a rasgarlo un nuevo asshole! (You're going to rip him a new asshole!)” Carlos said, snickering.

Doug didn’t know what the Mexican was saying, but he knew it wasn’t good.

Juanita stood in front of Doug as she put on the harness. She put one strap around her waist. She then wrapped the other two straps around her thigh and attached them in front to the waist strap. The large dildo was held firmly in place and stood out as a formidable weapon before Doug’s eyes. A small nub on the back of the dildo lined up perfectly with Juanita’s clit. She would be well rewarded for the butt fucking she was about to give him.

Carlos stood behind Juanita and reached around to fondle her tits. She was so aroused as her nipples stood out on her chest begging for attention.

“Haga que él aspira su pene! (Make him suck your penis!)” he insisted.

Juanita held the dildo close to Doug’s face. She ran it over his lips.

“Lick it!” she ordered.

Doug opened his mouth and ran his tongue over the head of the dildo. He felt utterly humiliated as her boyfriend smiled at him. Tears welled up in his eyes.

“That’s it, Doug. Now take it in your mouth and suck on it!”

He quickly obeyed as Carlos watched him closely. His hands roamed all over his girlfriend’s luscious body.

Juanita was getting so aroused as Carlos worked her over. She moved her hips as his finger found the crack of her ass and then teased her rosebud. This forced the phallus deeper into Doug’s mouth as it moved towards his esophagus. His jaw was painfully stretched as he was forced to accommodate the monster dildo. 

“Ése es bastante! ¡Es hora de empalmar cogida el wimp! (That's enough! It's time to butt fuck the wimp! )” Carlos insisted.

Juanita slowly withdrew her cock from Doug’s mouth. She smiled down at him as she moved around to his exposed butt. 

Doug dreaded what was about to happen. What made it worse was the fact that Carlos, her boyfriend, was standing there watching the whole thing. He felt so humiliated and helpless.

She kicked his legs further apart and then started slapping his ass.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! 

“Ooooooohhhhh!” Doug groaned as the blows landed upon his unprotected ass.

“You like that, Doug?” she asked.

“Yes, Miss Juanita,” he replied, giving the only answer she would accept.

“That’s good, my little slut boy,” she hissed as the blows continued to land on his ass. She stopped momentarily to retrieve a tube of K-Y Jelly. 

Carlos by now was undressed and stood in front of Doug with his cock mere inches from his face.

Doug was ashamed of himself. He now realized to what level he had stooped as he was shamefully being probed by this woman with her boyfriend looking on laughing at him. Only a short time ago he had a promising future with the love of his life. All his hopes and dreams were shattered by one fatal mistake.

“Are you gay, Doug?” Carlos asked, sarcastically.

“No, Mr. Sanchez,” he quietly answered.

“But you like it when my Chiquita plays with you ass,” he stated.

“Yes, Mr. Sanchez,” he answered, trying not to rile the volatile Mexican.

Juanita by now had his ass well greased as two fingers were buried in his rectum. She was sawing them easily in and out of him when she added a third. She continued to land blows on his reddening ass with her other hand.

Doug’s cock was rock hard as it hung under him neglected.  His balls were tight, and he longed for Juanita to reach under and stroke his shaft, but she didn’t. Carlos’s cock was beginning to grow hard as he watched his Chiquita use and abuse the young man. The pig deserved everything he was getting and more.

“You like my Juanita, no?” he asked.

“Yes, I like Miss Juanita,” he answered as his ass stung with the smacks that were now coming faster and harder.

“I hope you don’t like her too much,” he hissed as he smacked Doug across the face with his now hard cock.

Carlos was well hung. His cock was a good ten inches long and quite fat. 

Juanita stood up, panting from exerting herself so much. She had worked his ass over, and she was now ready to penetrate him with her huge, black dildo. This would be a new milestone for Doug. He had never taken a three and a half inch diameter dildo up his ass. He was in for a good reaming out, and she was ready to give it to him.

Doug felt something pressing against his puckered asshole, and he knew that Juanita was ready to fuck his ass with her monster phallus. This had been done to him before, but never in the present of another person. Yet here stood the woman’s boyfriend laughing and mocking him as he was about to be reamed out. He took great joy in his misery.

“Hey, Doug, my woman is going to make you a real mujerzuela del muchacho (boy slut),” Carlos laughed.

Doug had no idea what he meant, but he was astute enough to know that it wasn’t a compliment.

Juanita pressed hard, and Doug’s sphincter resisted momentarily before the head of her giant cock disappeared into his rectum. Already Doug felt full and the pain was intense from the stretching he was receiving. She pressed on and another inch of cock disappeared up his rectum.

“Aaaaahhhhhhh!” Doug groaned as his rectal muscles grasped the intruder that not only was making him feel full but causing him a great deal of discomfort.

At the same time the nub located on the back of the dildo was doing marvelous things to Juanita’s overheated pussy as her clit was massaged by it. This provided her the incentive she needed to continue working her macho dildo up his ass.

Carlos, holding his cock, started smacking Doug across the face with it simply to humiliate him. He rubbed it across his lips as he laughed at the distressed lad.

“You like what my Chiquita is doing to you?” Carlos asked tauntingly.

Doug gritted his teeth as seven inches of her dildo was now buried in him. He wasn’t use to penetration this deep, and she wasn’t through yet. 

“I asked you a question, gringo!” he hissed as he continued to smack Doug with his hard cock.

“Yes! Yes! I like what Miss Juanita is doing to me,” he blurted out, hoping to get him to stop hitting him with his cock. He was so embarrassed. He didn’t like being abused by another man.

 Precum was dripping from Carlos’s cock. Watching his girlfriend’s tits bouncing out of control while she fucked the mujerzuela del muchacho (slut boy) was getting him quite aroused. 

“Hey, Chiquita, I need you to take care of this for me,” he said, waving his cock up and down.

“Mi amor, that’s impossible right now,” she said as she buried another inch up Doug’s ass. “Have him clean it off for you.”

“Are you loco!” he yelled.

“No, mi amor, he is good at it. Think about how good it will feel. He has no teeth,” she explained.

Carlos considered this for a moment as he rubber the head of his cock all over Doug’s lips. His lips now glistened with the Mexican’s precum. This disgusted him. He did everything that he was told to do. He suffered humiliation after humiliation. He had been deprived of consummating his marriage to his wife or even touching her in a loving way. There was no way he would do this. He had to draw the line, and this is where he drew it. 

Juanita reached forward and grabbed Doug by the hair. She pulled hard and forced his head up so that he was looking right at Carlos’s hard, throbbing cock.

“Now is the time to show me what a good muchacho you are, Doug. Lick his cock clean, now!” she ordered.

Doug wanted to resist, but he knew the consequences would be dire if he was disobedient. Carlos would be gone tomorrow, but Juanita would be here to make sure he suffered for his indiscretion. With tears flowing from his eyes, he opened his mouth and slowly ran his tongue over the head of Carlos’s cock, cleaning up his precum. Strangely it excited him as his cock jerked spasmodically.

“Eso siente tan bueno! (That feels so good!)” Carlos exclaimed.

“I told you!” Juanita gloated as she buried another inch up Doug’s ass. Only two more inches to go and then she could really ream out his hole. “Let him suck on the head of your cock. He’s very good!”

Carlos laughed.

“Por qué no? (Why not?)” he agreed as he moved forward, offering Doug his fat cock.

Doug reluctantly wrapped his lips around the bulbous head of the Mexican’s cock and sucked on it. He was rewarded with more precum. He found the act disgusting, but no other options were open to him. He was being degraded, and there was nothing he could do about it. He felt less of a man now than he had at any other time in his life. He had reached a new low. 

“Suck harder!” he ordered.

Doug obeyed mindlessly. Tears streamed from his eyes as he sucked harder on the swarthy cock.
He had no self-esteem left. What little remained, Carlos had taken.

“Let him take more of you in his mouth, mi amor,” Juanita suggested as only as inch of her dildo remained visible.

Doug felt a sharp pain as the dildo banged up against his colon. Surely all of it must be buried in him by now?  Carlos grabbed his head and forced several more inches of cock in his mouth.

“Yes, that’s it!” he moaned as he pushed against the back of the poor man’s mouth. “Use your gums.”

Doug unthinkingly applied more pressure with his gums satisfying the Mexican who was using him like a woman.

“Shove it all the way down his throat,” Juanita suggested as she forced the last inch of her dildo into his colon. 

Doug tried to scream. The pain was so intense, but, at the same time, Carlos gripped his head and pushed forward. His cock entered the poor man’s throat. He could see the large bulge as the gringo’s throat contracted around his fat cock.

‘Oh mi dios! (Oh my God!) His throat is so tight,” Carlos exclaimed.

Time stood still as Juanita rested with her strap-on buried to the hilt up Doug’s ass. His poor rectum was stretched beyond belief. At the same time Carlos was savoring the tight throat that was caressing his hard cock. His throat was much tighter than his Chiquita’s, but five inches of cock remained exposed to the outside air. Doug’s own cock was dripping precum on the floor, neglected, unattended, and unfulfilled.

“¡Su garganta de mierda es tan apretada! (Your fucking throat is so tight!)” Carlos moaned as he grasped Doug’s head tighter and pushed forward burying another inch of cock in his throat.

Doug couldn’t breathe, and he panicked as he thrashed his head back and forth, trying to free himself. Carlos held his head firmly but could see that the color was draining out of the gringo’s face. He withdrew his cock and allowed him to get some air. Doug panted and fought to get air into his lungs. He was lightheaded, and he was close to passing out. 

“Usted americano estúpido, (You stupid American), you have to breathe through your nose,” he yelled at him as he smacked him in the face with his cock. “Now do it right this time. Breathe through your nose!”

Juanita was amused as she watched her boyfriend instructing Doug on how to deep-throat cock. Edgar was going to love seeing the playback of this session. 

“Open your mouth, gringo,” he ordered as he placed his cock in Doug’s mouth and buried it in his throat with one violent thrust. He then worked his cock deeper and deeper until Doug’s nose was buried in his pubic hair. 

Carlos rested as Juanita withdrew her dildo six or seven inches and then buried it once again in the poor lad’s ass. She picked up the pace and was reaming out his asshole and entering his colon with each thrust. 

Traces of blood appeared on her large, black dildo. The diameter of this monster was too much for him to take so deep, but she was determined to ream him out. Maybe Carlos was right. Maybe she would rip him a new asshole

Doug, groaning in agony around the cock that stuffed his mouth, and then Carlos began working his cock in and out of his throat. The Mexican was using his mouth as a cunt to satisfy his animal lust. His nostrils flared as he fought for every breath of precious air. His mouth had been violated by a man’s cock for the first time. What did that make him? Was he destined to be a receptacle for anyone who chose to exploit him?  

The debauchery continued as he was reamed out at both ends. Carlos was taking long stokes in and out of Doug’s throat as he groaned, his nose smashing into the Hispanic’s pubic hair with each powerful thrust. The Mexican’s testicles slapped his chin as slut boy’s throat bulged. He was being face fucked brutally by this unwanted visitor. 

At the same time Juanita was gyrating her hips as she plowed into Doug’s rear passage, widening his already battered and bleeding rectum. She repeatedly drew her weapon out of him and stepped back slightly to watch her monster dildo emerge from his violated ass. His asshole gaped open as she pressed her cockhead to it and slammed it back up and into his rectum.  

Twenty minutes passed, and he was still being tossed back and forth like a rag doll as they both tried to get off at his expense.  He grunted and groaned as his violation continued, nothing more than a receptacle for their lustful urges. His cock throbbed and continued to drip precum like a leaky faucet. He was disgusted by his defilement but strangely excited at the same time.

Doug felt used and for good reason. He realized how low he had sunk and to what extremes he would go to please his mistress. He was being unnaturally violated in both holes, and, as he suffered both mental and physical anguish, his hard, throbbing cock gave away the fact that he loved the abuse and humiliation. The more he was degraded, the more aroused he became. This in itself revealed how low he had sunk in such a short period of time.

Finally Carlos tensed, and Doug could feel the fugitive’s cock swell in his throat before all hell broke loose. The volcano then erupted and hot cum spewed forth from the Mexican’s cock and was deposited in the poor boy’s belly. He gagged but the man kept cuming and cuming, and Doug kept swallowing, fearing he might otherwise drown in the bastard’s cum.  Finally there was no more, and the Mexican slowly withdrew his cock from his throat.

“Lick it clean!” he ordered.

Doug mindlessly obeyed. He was defeated and was now operating on automatic pilot. He no longer cared what they did to him. All he knew was that his raging, hard cock desperately needed attention.

Juanita was unable to achieve a climax. She withdrew her long, black, monster dildo from Doug’s ass and looked at the gaping hole that stared back at her. He would never be the same.

She reached under him to make sure that he was still hard and that he hadn’t come. His cock twitched at her touch and gave him hope that he might yet be satisfied that night, but then she withdrew her hand.

“Veo que Doug tiene gusto de lo que estamos haciendo a él. (I see Doug likes what we're doing to him.)” Juanita smiled.

“Él tiene gusto de aspirar el martillo (He likes to suck cock),” Carlos boasted.

Juanita walked around in front of Doug. He grew weary. Everything hurt, his throat, his rectum, his knees, his arms, his cock, and yet his cock throbbed horribly, begging for relief. He knew Juanita was not yet satisfied. She removed her strap-on dildo and stood before him, offering him her sopping wet pussy. He knew instinctively what to do as his tongue ran up and down between her pussy lips.

Carlos by this time had sufficiently recovered from one of the best orgasms he had ever experienced although he would never admit this to his Chiquita. He walked around the gay Americano and saw his gaping hole which still hadn’t closed. This gave him an idea as he quickly left the room.

“Oh yes, Doug, eat my pussy. Use your gums. They feel so good!” Juanita moaned as she drew closer to her own climax. She rotated her hips, and when he buried his tongue in her hot hole, she used his nose to satisfy her throbbing clit.

Carlos returned, but he wasn’t alone.  He stood behind Doug, and the young groom could feel a rough tongue licking his rectum. He couldn’t think straight and didn’t realize right away that it was one of Edgar’s many dogs that was violating him. He grew frantic as the dog became bolder, burying his tongue up his rectum.

Juanita forced him to focus on her needs as she got closer to her own orgasm. Most of the time he couldn’t breathe because she was pressing her pussy so hard against his face, cutting off his air supply.

“Un qué cerdo usted es! (What a pig you are?)” Carlos remarked as he ordered the Doberman up onto Doug’s back and guided his now unsheathed cock towards his gaping hole.

Doug struggled when he realized what was happening, but they were too strong for him as Juanita held his head tightly while Carlos helped the dog find its mark. The Doberman buried his cock all the way up Doug’s ass and then pistoned in and out of him with the speed of lightning. 

Doug never experienced anything like this in his life as his rectal passage was being battered at a frantic pace. The dog was unrelenting and never slowed up as it ravaged the poor boy’s asshole. 

He grunted with each vicious thrust from the brute. The only reprieve for him was the fact that his girth was nowhere as great as the strap-on dildo Juanita used, but what was disturbing was the blinding speed with which he battered his already sore rectal passage. He was faster than lightning.

Juanita was close and the sight of the dog pounding into Doug with such ferocity was too much for her as she erupted and flooded Doug’s mouth and face with her cum. 

“Aaaaggghhhhhhh!” she screamed as sweet sensations overtook her. She ground her pussy all over his face as thrills of delight traveled up and down her spine.

When Doug thought he could take no more, the dog became still with his cock still buried to the hilt in his rectum. The beast was panting and doggie drool was dripping onto his back. And then he felt the dog’s knot at the base of his cock begin to grow.

“Noooooooooooooo!” Doug screamed as excruciating pain assailed him, caused by the knot that was still growing and stretching his rectum beyond belief.

“Él va realmente ahora a conseguirlo! (He's really going to get it now!)” Carlos said excitedly. 

Finally it was over and they were tied together – man and beast. Doug grunted and groaned as the dog remained perfectly still for many minutes with his tongue lolling out of his mouth and his eyes glazed over. Doug was his bitch.

Doug was startled when the dog began to shoot hot cum up his ass, filling every nook and cranny. It was never ending as he shot load after load up the poor boy’s ass. His rectum and his colon were filled with doggie cum.

He was further humiliated as Carlos looked on, amused. This only made his cock even harder as his balls ached horribly.

“Usted es una mujerzuela del perro! (You are a dog slut!)” Carlos shamed him in his greatest moment of degradation.

Doug’s eyes filled with tears at the full realization of what was happening to him, and now he was tied to the dog and unable to get free. The dog pulled back with his powerful haunches, trying to free himself.

“Ooooohhhhhhh!” Doug screamed as his sphincter was being pulled and stretched unmercifully. The dog’s knot was just too big to break loose,

The Doberman became frantic and finally lifted his leg and swung it over Doug’s ass so that they were cheek to cheek.

“You’re doing fine, Doug. It won’t be long now,” she whispered soothingly in his ear as she stroked his long, hard cock. He welcomed the attention and could feel the cum boiling in his balls ready to explode. 

Doug lowered his head to the floor, moaning loudly as the dog persistently tried to free himself from his bitch.

“You like being a dog slut?” Carlos asked, pulling his head up by his hair.

Doug looked up at him with a pained expression. 

“Yes, Mr. Sanchez,” he whimpered.

Juanita continued to stroke him as he grew closer and closer to his own orgasm.

The Doberman pulled frantically and finally his knot shrunk enough that he was able to break free.  She stopped.

“Please don’t stop!” Doug wailed.

“It’s not time yet, Doug. You must learn to control yourself,” Juanita warned as Carlos stood by amused at the poor man’s distress. She then buried her tongue in the poor boy’s mouth in heated passion as his cock throbbed under him.

Carlos took the Doberman out while Juanita helped Doug up. She took him to the bathroom and allowed him to shower.  Carlos joined them and Doug was forced to bathe the Hispanic couple and cater to their every whim. His own cock throbbed with need as he lathered up the Mexican’s cock and washed it.

“Stroke it, Doug, and really work that lather into it,” Carlos ordered.

Doug mindlessly obeyed as the dark, thick shaft grew longer and harder with every stroke.

“Now look what you’ve done, usted idiota (you idiot)!” he exclaimed. 

Carlos grabbed Doug by the hair and forced his cock into his mouth and down his throat. He rotated his hips as he felt the Americano’s throat convulsing around his fat cock.

“You like deep-throating him, don’t you, mi adoro?” Juanita whispered in his ear as she rubbed her soaped up tits all over his back.

Carlos grunted as he brutally pistoned in and out of Doug’s throat for the second time that evening. The slut boy’s nostrils flared as he fought for air, and his head ached as it smacked against the boyfriend’s pelvis with each brutal stroke.

“Suck harder. Use those gums!” Carlos ordered.

Doug obeyed as he grunted, feeling utterly humiliated.

Carlos grabbed Doug’s head and held it tightly as he tensed up. His cock swelled in slut boy’s mouth just before exploding and depositing another massive load of cum in his belly. He gagged as he quickly swallowed, attempting to keep up with the load of cum spewing forth from the Hispanic’s swarthy cock. Finally sated, Carlos rinsed off and got out of the shower. Doug finished bathing Juanita, and they were done. Well, they were done but Doug wasn’t.

The Doberman deposited a large load of cum up Doug’s ass that needed to be cleaned out. Even thought he was exhausted and spent, he would have to suffer through one of Juanita’s infamous enemas. Taking pity on him, she decided only one group of three enemas instead of nine would be sufficient.

Carlos stood by making derogatory remarks as Doug endured this further humiliation. With his stomach bloated and filled with two quarts of liquid, his cock still stood rock hard and needier than ever. The ultimate embarrassment for him was when he had to sit on the commode and shit out the concoction while Carlos stood by and watched.

The ordeal was finally over. The trio retired to the bedroom, and Doug was sure he would be rewarded for his obedience. A new larger butt plug, one that was three and a half inches, was inserted in his rectum. He was positioned on his back, and then his arms and legs were shackled to the bed. He was unable to move as his cock stood straight up still throbbing and leaking precum.

Juanita and Carlos lay on the other side of the bed and kissed passionately. Then Carlos went down on her and brought her to another orgasm. This went on most of the night as the two made love to each other until the wee hours of the morning. Totally spent, they finally fell off into a deep slumber in each other’s arms.

Doug lay in bed and watched them cum many times. He was aggravated and tears welled up in his eyes as his own cock remained hard and neglected. He did everything he was asked to do. He even sucked the illegal immigrant’s cock. It wasn’t fair. Sleep avoided him like a thief in the night, and he saw the first light of day as the two lovers rested peacefully beside him.





Monica and Julie stayed in Berlin for over three weeks. Nothing went as planned. It all started out bad with the incident at the airport that left Monica totally disconcerted. She had never been treated like that. For the first time in her life, she felt what it was like to be utterly humiliated and degraded, and she didn’t like it. She enjoyed it much more being on the other side of the fence. 

She thought about leaving Berlin immediately, but reconsidered when she remembered why they were there in the first place. Edgar looked far and wide and discovered that the most creative artists in the field were located here in Berlin. He would settle for nothing but the best, and it wouldn’t cost him a cent.  Julie made more than enough in Tijuana and Amsterdam to pay the artists, not to mention the liberties they were promised as the work progressed.

Unfortunately, they had miscalculated on time. Julie needed much more time to heal before she could travel. They should have realized that the time table they had originally created was much too ambitious. Julie spent many days which turned into weeks uncomfortable and in pain as the healing process took place. 

Now as Julie waited for the plane to takeoff, she was glad that the ordeal was finally over. She was feeling much better although what they did to her would remain with her for the rest of her life.  She remembered her first full day in Berlin.



“Julie, wear something sexy, maybe the short black skirt, your red tank top, and six inch heels. Don’t bother with underwear. Where we’re going you won’t need it.”

“Where are we going? Is it a strip club?” she asked, feeling the wetness between her legs.

“Oh no, you won’t be doing anything like that here in Berlin, Julie. I want it to be a surprise. Why don’t you wait until we get there,” Monica said.

“Alright,” she replied, reticent. 

She felt somewhat disappointed. Now that she had come to terms with her true nature, she craved the humiliation she was forced to endure. 

They left their hotel and walked several blocks. Julie carried her breast pump. They turned onto a narrow street and stopped in front of one of the many shops located in this section of the city.

Julie was shocked and stood there paralyzed as she read the sign over the door, ‘Tattoo Berlin.’

“Why are we here?” she stammered.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Monica asked.

“But…”

“There are no buts, Julie,” she said as she opened the door.




That seemed like such a long time ago, yet it was only three weeks. The tattooists that worked on her were two of the finest as evidenced by the intricate patterns they weaved on her body.  None of her tattoos were visible as the plane taxied down the runway, but she knew she would soon be forced to display them in public. The very thought of it made her wet.



The process began that first day as Yvonne, the young German tattoo artist, eyed her from a distance. 

“Strip!” Monica ordered her.

Julie knew all eyes in the small shop were on her as she removed her skirt and top. Her massive tits swayed seductively on her chest now over laden with milk. Monica decided to skip her morning milking which she questioned but was immediately rebuked for it.

Yvonne approached the naked vixen and examined every inch of her body. When she was done, she stood in front of Julie and hefted a tit in each hand. The slut groaned as the tattoo artist squeezed and pulled on her nipples. 

“You like?” she asked.

Julie moaned as several drops of milk escaped from her hard nipples. This didn’t go unnoticed by the German girl. She leaned over and took one of the long, hard nipples into her mouth and sucked avariciously. 

Julie’s milk started to flow, and Yvonne fed on the sweet nectar. She was a lesbian and loved the taste of the American slut’s milk as it filled her mouth. She sucked harder and squeezed and pulled on the other hard nipple. She could see that the girl became more aroused as she handled her tits roughly.

“Ohhhhhhhh!” Julie groaned, aroused not only by the female lips sucking the warm milk from her tit but by the humiliating situation she found herself in. She felt like such a tramp. 

Marc, the other artist commissioned to work on her, walked over and fed on her other bloated tit. These strangers were sucking her dry.  His fingered traveled down to her swollen labia and felt the wetness, evidence that the young slut was aroused. She felt so shamed, and the thought of what they must think of her got her even hotter.

Curiosity seekers stopped by to watch the young slut as the tattoo artists fed on her luscious, milk filled tits. A small group formed and made rude comments as she stood there being used.

“Get up on the table!” Yvonne ordered when the slut’s tits were finally sucked dry.

Julie lay on her back on an examination table located in one corner of the studio. They talked with Monica and looked over some stencils that the two had been working on.

“Ich denke, dass wir bereit sind (I think we're ready),” Yvonne said, washing her hands and putting on a pair of disposable latex gloves. 

“Wir an einem für erstaunlichen Segeltuch arbeiten müssen (What an amazing canvas we have to work on)!” Marc added as he too prepared to work on the young slut.

Things moved very quickly. Julie had absolutely no say in what they were doing to her. They discussed the tattoos and their placement as if she wasn’t even there. She was a non entity as far as the three of them were concerned. She would have to live with this for the rest of her life, yet she had no control over what was about to happen to her. She groaned in lust knowing that there was nothing she could do about how they were going to disfigure her body. 

Monica gave final approval to everything, and the process began. Yvette and Marc worked together on her.  They washed down her body with warm soap and water. Then they shaved her with disposable razors even though Monica assured them that all of her body hair had been removed.  They kept her highly aroused as the process continued. 




The plane reached 30,000 feet as Julie laid her head back, settling in for the long flight back to the States. She couldn’t fathom what she had been subjected to for the past three weeks. Pain and humiliation punctuated her every waking hour during this time.



Lying on her back, she didn’t even know what the tattoo looked like.  She felt so vulnerable which only added to her arousal. Then Yvette and Marc opened new, sterile needles and placed them in the tattoo guns.  Fresh ink was opened and the process began.

Julie flinched as the buzzing of the tattoo guns began.  

“Ohhhhh!” she exclaimed as she felt unbearable pain and wondered how long she could endure this. Then the pain lessened after the adrenalin and the endorphins kicked in until it reached a point where she experienced only a warm feeling. She moaned as the guns droned on, and she found herself getting more and more aroused as the guns traveled from her lower pelvis upward across her abdomen and finally over to the side of her tit.

“What are they doing to me?” she wondered. “Oh, God, I hope it’s not something ugly and disgusting.”

“Sie ist ein heißer Slut (She’s one hot slut),” Marc commented. “Ihr pussy ist sopping naß (Her pussy is sopping wet)!”

Yvette licked her lips.

“Ja kann ich den sehen. Ich denke, dass ich in ihren honigtopf für das mittagessen eintauchen muss (Yes, I can see that. I think I’ll have to dip into her honey pot for lunch),” she laughed.

“Wir müssen jene Milchbeutel bald auch leeren (We need to empty those milk sacs soon, too),” he laughed. “Dieser job hat irgendeinen netten seitlichen nutzen (This job does have some nice side benefits).”

At noon they did just that as Marc worked hard to drain her tits of the new milk that she had produced.  Her milk production was increasing daily thanks to Monica who kept her on a strict schedule. At the same time, Yvonne devoured the American slut’s cunt, sucking her dry of her sweet nectar.

“Aaaaaaagggghhhh!” she screamed as her orgasm hit her hard. All of the tensions of the morning were released as she exploded in the German girl’s mouth, bathing her in her juices.

The tattooing continued late into the afternoon when the outline of the tattoo was finally completed. They applied antiseptic and covered it with a gauze bandage to protect it from infection.

“We must allow the tattoo to heal before we can add color,” Marc explained to Monica.

“This will take about a week,” Yvette added. “It’s important to keep it clean and moist. No showers or baths for the next week. Clean it with soap and water and pat it dry, don’t rub. You probably should bring her in after a couple of days, and we’ll check her progress.”

“Yes, actually bring her in around noon, and we’ll have her for lunch,” Marc joked.

“I think I can arrange that,” Monica agreed while Julie stood by embarrassed and aroused at the same time. 

“When Marc begins filling in the color on her tattoo next week, I can begin the tattoo on her back,” Yvette said.

“That would be wonderful!” Monica added.




That was three weeks ago, and it was finally over. That first week was painful as her tattoo healed, but the second week was even worse when both her front and back were being worked on simultaneously. She itched and knew there was no relief. She wanted to scratch it in the worst way but feared that she would do some permanent damage. She couldn’t find a comfortable position to sleep in. Both her front and back were in agony. She had to be careful not to disturb the scabs and let the healing process progress naturally.

Marc and Yvette were truly artists of the highest caliber as the design tattooed on the slut bride’s body came to life. The ink was expertly applied. She caught glimpses of the design as the healing process took place and instantly knew what she would be forced to live with for the rest of her life. The choice wasn’t hers. She had absolutely no input. She was Edgar’s to do with as he pleased. He robbed her of her teeth and enlarged her already voluptuous tits, and now he was marking her body as his. The message came through loud and clear. You are mine to do with as I please.

Besides being talented artists, Marc and Yvette also had a lecherous side to them and took advantage of every opportunity to humiliate and use her. They feasted on her engorged tits throughout the day, and Marc took advantage of every opportunity to fuck not only her pussy but her ass as they relieved their overcharged libidos. Other workers in the shop and even customers and casual observers were allowed liberties with the slut. She was so aroused all the time now as she became numb to the pain and soreness that pervaded a good part of her body. The pleasure her openings gave her was a welcome relief.  It was her only means of escape, and she welcomed all who wanted a piece of her.

It was finally over as she stood in front of the full length mirror and saw for the first time in its entirety the fruits of their labor. It was a snake, but she already knew that. What made her jaw drop open in awe were the muted browns and tans and blacks of the snake’s skin that took on a realism that was almost frightening. The darker brown of the snake’s head was caught in such vivid detail right down to the yellowish stripes that extended on each side of the serpent’s head from the nostrils, through the eyes, and to the back of the head. It was a magnificent work of art, and her body was the canvas.

She recognized the snake and knew immediately that it was a Royal Python with whom she was intimately acquainted. She blushed at the thought of what that snake had done to her. Julie noticed something else that she had missed when she first gazed upon herself in the mirror. There was scroll work right above her clit containing one word, ‘Slut’, in red.  

She became wetter as she read that single word which defined her very being, permanently etched on her body for the world to see. It was demeaning. She was branded. She moaned when the full realization of what they had done to her sank in. 

The snake tattoo was expansive. The snake’s tail began just above the word ‘Slut’ and curved upwards to the left of her navel. From there the serpent wound slightly to the right and traveled up her abdomen working its way left again to the under curve of her left tit.  It followed the natural upward curve around the side of her tit and continued around with its mouth open, red tongue extended, stopping just shy of her areola. 

Julie gazed at it in awe. She had mixed feelings as her clit ached horribly. Her body was permanently marked by the serpent, but its beauty was mesmerizing at the same time. The snake looked as if it was ready to devour her nipple as its mouth gaped open hovering over it.

Monica and the tattooists designed the elaborate tattoo so that Julie could still wear a bra which would expose her expansive cleavage but still keep the tattoo hidden from view. 

Two Royal Pythons were tattooed across her lower back. Their open mouths met at the base of her spine in a kiss. The same realism characterized “The Serpent’s Kiss” on her back. She was sure to attract much attention. 

Marc and Yvette stood on each side of her as she gazed upon her body dressed only in her six inch stiletto heels and black thigh highs.

“Well?” Monica asked.

“It looks so real!” Julie exclaimed.

“Yes, nothing but the best for our slut,” she smiled.

“Is it permanent?” she asked.

They all laughed at her innocence. She knew nothing of such things. She had led such an insular life that she was naïve about many things in the world.

“I would say so. Removing a tattoo is just as painful as receiving it in the first place, and the results aren’t always satisfactory,” Yvette explained.

Others from the shop stood around her and even more invited guests, friends of Marc and Yvette, joined the group as they admired her tattoos.

The group closed in around her, and she could see that more than twenty men and women surrounded her.  They were all in various stages of undress, and the men were stroking their hard cocks.

“It’s time for you to show your gratitude to Yvette and Marc for the fine work they have done,” Monica said. 

Julie licked her lips in anticipation, knowing what was expected of her. No longer the child of God destined to do great things in the Christian community, she fell to her knees.  Marc reached out his hand, and Julie obediently removed her dentures and handed them to him. Several gasps went up from some of the onlookers and murmurings in German permeated the room.

He slapped her face with his cock as she looked up at him. He smiled down at the American slut with the serpents forever etched on her body.  He then pushed forward and buried his large cock down her throat in one forward thrust. This was a signal for the others to join in her debauchery.  Two mouths quickly found her nipples and sucked hungrily, anticipating the promised reward. The milk came quickly as they sucked the sweet nectar from her heaving tits. 

Yvette was not to be denied after the hours of hard work invested in creating by far the most ambitious tattoos of her young career. She strapped on a large formidable black dildo and maneuvered Julie onto her hands and needs with a minimal disruption to the men who were already using her.

Marc was slamming in and out of the slut’s throat with a rapidity that was staggering as Yvette poised her well greased dildo at the slut bride’s rosebud. She teased her for several minutes before driving all twelve inches home in one swift and violent thrust.

Julie’s eyes went wide as she screamed in protest around the cock buried in her throat.  She was receiving a pounding that she would not soon forget. Other men grew impatient as they forced their way in and replaced the two men sucking on her tits. They sucked greedily, drinking her dry.

Marc pounded her mouth, enjoying the feeling of her gums traveling up and down the length of his cock as he repeatedly buried it to the hilt. He soon tensed, and, as his cock head swelled, spurting his hot, scalding cum down her throat. Julie greedily drank the white creamy jism which was fast becoming an integral part of her diet.

Marc was quickly replaced by another German who buried his cock down her throat.  He held her head and pounded his massive cock in and out of her throat with a rapidity that was staggering.

“Ich wünsche den amerikanischen Pussy des Sluts (I want the American slut's pussy)!” a large black man said with authority.

Obviously this was someone that they all respected as the rowdy group suddenly became quiet. The men sucking on her tits backed off. 

“Das kann geordnet werden, Sir (That can be arranged, sir).” Yvette replied as she eased the large dildo out of the girl’s ass. 

“Ich wünsche sie auf die Oberseite (I want her on top),” he said.

“Selbstverständlich Sir (Of course, sir),” she replied.

“Ich möchte, dass jedes Loch gefüllt wird. Ein sehen möchten Ihre Münder ganzen Körper. Jeder ist beteiligt zu sein (I want every hole filled. A want to see your mouths all over her body. Everyone is to be involved),” he ordered as his voice rose. 

Murmurings of approval went up from the crowd.

Julie had no idea what was going on as she remained on her hands and knees.

The black man lay down on the floor, and Julie could now clearly see the massive weapon that rose from between his legs. It was a telephone pole.  It looked to be at least fourteen inches long, and she feared what the girth of this giant cock might be.

Yvette prodded her with her foot, and Julie instinctive knew what she was supposed to do as she crawled over to him and reached for his massive weapon. She ran her tongue over the head of her cock and immediately felt weak all over knowing that soon it would be in her. She licked up and down the length of his shaft in awe of the massiveness of the black monster.

“Genügend viel (Enough)!” he ordered, but Julie was confused.

“You are to ride him,” Yvette said.

Julie rose on unsteady legs as she straddled the black man’s giant cock. She wondered if she could really take it all. The crowd stood around silently as she lowered her cunt down on the head of his shaft. She groaned loudly as she worked herself downward, burying his enormous cock in her tight cunt. All too soon she met with resistance, and she knew that his cock had bottomed out. As she looked down, she still saw a good portion of the black pole exposed to the air.

She worked herself up and down the huge cock, pounding into her cervix before raising herself again only to lower herself and meet the same resistance all over again. Her breasts smacked into each other still laden with milk. The snake almost looked alive as its head remained poised ready to devour her long, hard nipple.

“Das ist nicht gut genug! Ich möchte allen meinen Schwanz in ihrem begraben (That is not good enough! I want all of my cock buried in her),” he ordered.

“Ich bin nicht sicher, ob dies möglich ist. Sie sind so groß (I’m not sure that is possible. You are so big),” Yvette reasoned with him.

“Ich will nicht hören, jede dieser (I will not hear any of this. Make it happen)!” he snapped.

Yvette stood behind Julie.

“You’re not trying hard enough! The magistrate wants you to take all of it,” Yvette said.

“Oh God, his cock is already battering my cervix. There’s nowhere for it to go!” Julie groaned.

“Try harder!” Yvette ordered as she pushed down on Julie’s shoulders.

This continued for over ten minutes as everyone looked on in awe. With each downward stroke, Yvette pushed down on her shoulders with such force that his cock battered her cervix unmercifully. Little by little more and more of his cock disappeared as Julie suffered intense pain and cramps. His cock was forcing her cervix to dilate unnaturally and, if this continued, she would eventually be opened wide enough for him to enter her womb.

“Oh God help me!” she wailed as the pain became unbearable, but she took some consolation in knowing that her sister was safe. She was more than willing to sacrifice herself to ensure her sister’s safety.  A chain of events had been put in motion that was irreversible. It altered the course of her life forever. She was transformed into an embodiment of lust, and at this very moment, grew more aroused at the thought of what that monster cock was doing to her once virgin pussy. 

“Geben Sie ihr von hinten (Enter her from behind)!” ordered the black magistrate.

He then pulled Julie forward while Yvette lined up her formidable dildo and drove it slowly up the poor girl’s ass.

The black magistrate groaned as his cock was being strangled by the tightness of her passage. 

“Jeder mitmachen (Everyone join in)!” he ordered, and they did.

They pounced on her like vultures, waiting to devour their prey. Both of her nipples were immediately covered by mouths that sucked on them greedily, drawing the sweet, warm milk out of them.  Another man rammed his cock down her throat. Lips were kissing every inch of her body as everyone’s hands groped her. She was on emotional overload as so many hands and lips and cocks fought to use her. 

And all this time she continued to work the black monster in and out of her sore cunt. The intense pain became a dull ache as his cock battered her dilating cervix, gaining more and more ground with each passing moment. Both of her holes were being cruelly battered in a syncopated rhythm as Yvette and the black man worked together like a well oiled machine.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!” Julie groaned as she was overcome with so many different emotions. She was ready to explode. So many mouths and hands and cocks were using her at the same time. 

After several more minutes Julie felt something give deep inside of her. The black magistrate’s cock had totally disappeared. He held her tightly forcing her to keep all of his cock buried deep in her belly. He grew still, but Yvette kept pounding her ass with her huge dildo. He then tensed, and she could feel his cock swell as his hot cum spurted into her womb. She convulsed uncontrollably as her own orgasm overtook her, sending her into a paroxysm that she could not control. Her eyes rolled back into her head.

At the same time Yvette shuddered as she too was overcome by an orgasm that sent chills up and down her spine.

“Oh fuck yes!” she wailed as she received the emotional release she so much craved.

Chaos reigned for several more hours as Julie was used in every way imaginable.  Her tits had long been drained of the sweet milk they produced even though greedy mouths continued to suck on her sore nipples. Her jaw ached from being forced open by the never-ending line of cocks that awaited her. Both of her holes were battered and well used. She lost track of time as she was used until everyone was sated. She herself had reached a point where she was in a constant climatic state with each orgasm coming in a wave, one right after another.  

Finally the group slowly dispersed, and she was left lying there on the floor, licking up the pool of cum that had formed beneath her.
    



Julie vaguely remembered that every inch of her body was covered in cum as they now flew over the Atlantic Ocean, heading for the safety of home.  She looked out of her window at the clouds below and could see shapes forming.

She thought that was the last time she would see Yvette and Marc, but she was wrong. There was still some unfinished business that needed to be attended to.



The following morning Julie slept late before she was taken back to the tattoo parlor. Monica continued to pump her tits every four hours, but she was so out of it that she never realized that it was happening.

Marc greeted Monica at the door and took her aside to speak with her. Julie was ordered to disrobe. She stood in the middle of the tattoo parlor in her six inch slut red stiletto heels and nothing else. Her hands were behind her neck and her legs were spread wide, giving all the onlookers an unobstructed view of her tattoos. Store patrons and curiosity seekers surrounded her, admiring her exquisite tattoos and reaching out to touch her.

“I thought you might be interested in a little device that I have devised,” Marc said.

“I’m always open to new ideas, Marc,” Monica replied amiably.

“Well, since Julie is lactating, I think you might find this intriguing,” Marc said as he picked up a small cylinder. “This cylinder is custom made out of titanium alloyed with aluminum which produces an extremely strong, lightweight metal that is corrosion resistant. I took the liberty of making these cylinders to Julie’s exact specifications.”

“And what exactly is the purpose of these cylinders?” Monica asked.

“They’re custom made to fit Julie’s nipples,” Marc continued. “You’ll notice these two small holes in the base of the cylinder. By using a barbell, you’ll be able to hold the cylinder in place once her nipples are pierced.”

“They look very nice, but I don’t understand why I would want to cover her nipples,” Monica said. 

“Think about it for a moment, Monica. It’s like capping a bottle,” he added.

“Are you telling me that with these in place, no milk can escape?” Monica asked.

“Exactly! There’s a small rubber cushion at the bottom of the cylinder that effectively prevents any milk from escaping from her milk ducts until they are removed.”

Monica walked back and forth in deep thought.

“That means I can control when she’s milked,” she thought out loud. 

“Yes!”

“What an absolutely brilliant idea. You are very clever. Why, the possibilities are endless. I’m sure Edgar would just love this too.”

“I’m sure he will if I know Edgar as well as I think I do. She could be forced to retain her milk for quite some time which would greatly add to her distress.”

“Yes, I definitely want them. Can you do the piercing?”

“Yes, Monica, I’m licensed as a piercer in Germany,” he replied.

“Wonderful. We’ll do it today since we’re leaving for home tomorrow,” Monica decided. 

“Oh, one more thing, Monica. I thought this might provide a nice touch,” Marc said as he held up a small gold snake. “This would look very nice in her navel.”

Monica looked at the detail of the gold snake charm and liked it. It would certainly go well with the tattoos that already adorned her body.

“I love it!” Monica exclaimed.

Julie was brought over and ordered to sit on a stool. 

“Lock your hands behind your neck,” Marc ordered.

Marc swabbed her nipples with peroxide. They immediately grew hard from the attention they were receiving. He picked up one of the cylinders and worked it onto her left nipple. It was a perfect fit. He knew it would be since he had taken her measurements several weeks ago.

“Do you want the barbell to attach horizontally or vertically?” Marc asked.

Monica thought for a moment.

Julie sat there with absolutely no idea what was going on. What was he talking about? What barbell? What were they going to do to her now?

Yvonne walked up behind her and put her hands on Julie’s shoulders as she leaned over.

“Don’t worry, Julie, I think you’re going to love this,” she whispered as she buried her tongue in the poor girl’s ear.

“I think horizontal,” Monica replied.

Marc adjusted the cylinder. He noted the entry and exit holes as he lined up the piercing needle.

Julie knew what he was doing. This was not the first time she was pierced there. It seemed so surreal. The piercing needle was ready to enter her as the tattoo of the snake’s head remained poised, ready to devour her nipple. She watched as he picked up the hollow needle and carefully pushed it through the base of her nipple. 

She winced but the pain was not unbearable. She watched as the barbell was passed through the new piercing and a ball was attached at the other end. Her left nipple was now encased in the new titanium alloy cylinder, and it wasn’t long before he completed the piercing of her right nipple.

“Those look so sexy!” Yvonne said as she trailed kisses across the slut’s shoulders. She was getting turned on in spite of herself.

Monica stood close by and watched as all kinds of possibilities flooded her mind on how they could use these for their amusement.

Julie soon found out that he wasn’t done as Marc swabbed her navel with peroxide and captured the lower part of her navel with piercing pliers. He then quickly pushed a new sterilized piercing needle through the captured skin, leaving behind a hollow plastic sheath. The snake charm was inserted through the plastic sheath which was then removed. Tattoos and piercings now marked her once pure body.

Yvonne walked around in front of her and eyed the new additions. 

“God, she looks good!” Yvonne exclaimed. “Get down on your knees!”

Julie obeyed, still trying to fully comprehend what just happened as the German tattoo artist removed her skirt, exposing her moist cunt.  She walked up to the girl and grabbed her by the hair.

“Give me your dentures!” she demanded.

Julie removed her dentures and gave them to the German woman.

“Now stick out your tongue!” she ordered.

Julie mindlessly obeyed as the German’s cunt quivered just at the thought of what those gums and that tongue were going to do to her. She teased herself by moving her cunt all over the slut’s tongue. 

“Oh yes! That feels so good!” she exclaimed as she gripped Julie’s hair tightly and ground her hips, burying the girl’s tongue in her hot hole.

It was an amazing sight as the German lesbian worked her cunt all over the American slut’s face. Her huge tits hung heavily on her chest laden with milk, but no milk escaped from her encased nipples. The new cylinders did their job well.

Yvonne grew more frantic as she quickly approached her climax. She became viciously aggressive as she pulled and tugged on Julie’s hair, directing her mouth to all the right places.

“Essen Sie mich, Sie amerikanisches Stück Abfall (Eat me, you American piece of trash)!” she wailed as she ground her cunt all over the girl’s face.

“Ja! Ja! Ja! (Yes! Yes! Yes!)” Yvonne exclaimed as she exploded all over the slut’s face.  She held on to her tightly as her orgasm ripped through her body, grinding her cunt over the slut’s sucking mouth and using her nose to stimulate her already sensitive clit.

She finally released her, completely sated.




That was only yesterday.  Julie lay back in her seat and closed her eyes. Monica sat next to her fast asleep. 

“Please remain seated and fasten your seat belts. We’ve run into some turbulence. The captain will let you know when it is safe to move around the cabin. Thank you,” the flight attendant announced.

It was less than three months ago that Julie and Doug were married in her father’s small church in Lake Placid. Times were much simpler than, and her life was less complicated. She remembered being so happy as she sat next to her new husband, traveling down that picturesque mountain road. They had so many dreams and aspirations. There were so many things they were going to do together. They were in love and had a strong faith in God. There was nothing that they couldn’t do or so they thought.

Then came the fateful flat tire that altered the course of their lives forever.  Neither one of them would ever be the same. It was less than three months ago but it seemed like an eternity. How could they have changed so much in such a short period of time?

These thoughts haunted Julie as she reposed, deep in thought.  Tears welled up in her eyes, knowing that she could never return to those happy, simpler days. Her innocence was lost forever.  New desires were awakened in her, and like Eve she tasted of the forbidden fruit and found it to be good.


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