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| The chilly air against my bald scrotum made me draw a sharp breath. I
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| stood up and paced out the length of the chain; five feet, with the
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| mattress as the center. I noticed that I had been cleaned up while I
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| was asleep. Someone had taken a lot of care in scrubbing me clean
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| of all the juices that I'd been soaked with during my encounter with the
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| Food had been left here, too, and I ate for the first time since I'd
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| wandered into the barbershop somewhere above me. I was very
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| hungry, and I realized that I had no idea of how long I'd been here. It
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| could have been anywhere from a day to four or five. As I wolfed
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| down the bowl of rice and greens that had been left for me, I decided it
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| wasn't very important. The important thing was to get myself free; I
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| didn't think I was going to do very well in a career in kidnapping.
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| I heard a door open and lights came on, revealing a wide storage area
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| with a low, wooden ceiling. Boxes and junk were everywhere. Coming
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| down the wooden steps was the woman who'd washed my hair earlier.
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| She was fully dressed now, wearing a pair of very tight jeans and a T-
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| shirt that advertised something called "Ovarian Trolley." It was obvious
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| that she wasn't wearing a brassiere, her every step making her tits
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| sway and bounce. Her stiffened nipples poked two pencil-eraser
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| sized peaks through the material of her shirt. She crossed the
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| basement and sat down cross-legged on my mattress.
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| "Hello again," she said coldly, "You look much better without hair."
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| "Thanks. What do you want?"
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| "You've got a new job, Art. I'm here to train you to do it right."
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| "Look, I don't want the job. How long do you think you can keep me
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| down here? Someone will get me out."
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| "I don't think so," she said, "and besides, do you really _want_ to
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| leave? Think about where you are."
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| "I'm in a basement chained to the wall by my neck, sleeping on a
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| mattress. I've had my head shaved and my pubes removed. Great
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| spot.", I replied snidely.
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| She smiled and shook her head, tossing her long black hair about her
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| shoulders. "You're a pretty pessimistic little guy, aren't you? You're in
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| a compound full of women with great, big tits who are always horny.
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| You're new job is to pick up gorgeous women in bars so you can bring
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| them back here and we can turn them into _more_ huge-hootered
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| horny women. Pretty lousy break, huh? And let's say I let you out right
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| now. You get to go look for a job. You get to go strike out with small-
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| breasted women who _don't_ want to get laid. You want to go? Go
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| right ahead."
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| She clapped her hands and the shackle around my neck sprung open.
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| I hesitated for a moment, and then backed a few steps to the door.
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| "But if you leave, Art, you'll probably _never_ get your hands on
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| another set of tits like mine." She reached up and began stroking her
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| breasts through her T-shirt. "Look at them, Art. They're so big and full!
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| I really love my tits, don't you?" She pinched her fingers around one of
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| her erect nipples, supporting the breast with her other hand. "Look,"
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| she said, and gave the nipple a little tweak, producing a little wet spot
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| on her shirt, "Don't you want to suck on a nipple like that?" She pushed
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| her breasts upward toward her mouth and clamped her lips around the
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| hard nub, sucking until her cheeks hollowed.
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| She let go of her tit and smiled approvingly at my now-hard dick. "See,
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| Art? Does the thought of going back out there give you a hard-on like
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| that? I see you've had some of Madame Twon's suppositories. She's
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| a witch, you know. She's not really one of us, but she's useful to us, so
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| we let her stay. She wants to be one of us, but the Queen doesn't
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| think she could cut it as Pyen Yang Lon."
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| She stripped off her shirt and leaned over, propping herself up on an
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| elbow. Her coffee-colored tits spilled down onto the mattress and
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| looked very much like a couple of fluffy, watermelon-sized pillow. She
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| traced circles around her brown areola with her other hand, making her
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| nipple fully harden. A little drop of white fluid clung to the tip.
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| "Do you really want to go, Art? Wouldn't you like it better if you could
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| stay here and suck on my pussy? I know I would. And then you can
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| fuck me, Art. Anywhere you like." She put her arm across the front of
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| her massive breasts and lifted them off the mattress. She pushed her
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| arm into them so that excess flesh billowed above and below her arm.
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| She rubbed her arms against her tits, giving them little licks when the
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| circle brought them up toward her face. My cock throbbed at the sight.
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| I approached the mattress and she sat up, grabbing my hips with both
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| hands and got her head about an inch away from my penis. "You have
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| a nice dick there, Art." She reached up one hand and clutched it,
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| stroking it languorously as she continued to play with her thick nipple.
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| Her tongue snaked out and licked hard at the tip of my cock. She then
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| plunged forward, engulfing me in her hot mouth. She sucked hard,
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| swirling her tongue everywhere. She was now kneading her breast
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| hard as well, tugging and tweaking her nipple until it had almost turned
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| purple and milk began to trickle over her fingers.
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| She spat out my dick and stood up, forcing me down onto my knees in
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| front of her. She undid her jeans and let them fall to the floor. I held
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| them as she stepped out, leaving her naked before me. A downy fluff
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| of pubic hair covered her mound, and when I looked up I couldn't see
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| her face, just the undersides of her hanging breasts. Her hands
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| clawed at both tits now, every once in awhile squirting milk in thin,
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| graceful arcs over my head. She pushed her hips forward, her
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| already-moist pussy shoved into my face. I stuck out my tongue and
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| traced patterns through her pubic hair, making her shiver and clutch
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| harder at her sumptuous breasts.
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| I got my mouth over her box and parted her lips with a flick of my
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| tongue, quickly coming to her firm clit. I wrapped my lips around it and
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| started mouthing and sucking it; her juices rained down over my lips
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| and she sighed. She squatted a bit now, so that more of her weight
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| rested on my face. She gyrated her hips above me, grinding her
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| spread cunt onto my chin as I leaned my head back and continued
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| sucking on her juicy hot-button.
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| Without warning, she swung one leg over my head and disengaged
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| her box from my mouth. Faster than I could react, she pushed me
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| face-down onto the mattress and straddled my ass. Her wetness
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| dripped down onto my cheek as I felt her lean over and press her tits
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| into my back, her pussy against my ass. She massaged me by
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| wiggling about on my back. I turned my head to one side, and she
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| reacted by dangling a tempting teat in my face. I kissed her soft flesh
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| and worked my tongue over a dripping nipple, eventually drawing it into
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| my mouth. Her rich milk cascaded down my throat as I sucked it. She
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| ground her pelvis into my ass more fervently now, and she put one
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| hand underneath her to rub her drooling hole.
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| Suddenly, she convulsed wildly and let out a groan. Her gush of cum
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| soaked my buttocks as a surge of hot milk sprayed into my sucking
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| mouth. She got off me and turned me over. My cock stuck 13" in the
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| air, and she reached up and massaged it's pulsing length. She leaned
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| down slightly and got my cock between her tits, enfolding it in smooth
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| warmth. She grabbed the outside of one breasts in each hand and
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| pushed them together, jiggling them up and down around my tube.
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| She rubbed and pushed at them, her eyes closed and lips parted in an
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| expression of total pleasure.
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| She must have cum again from doing this. Quietly, this time, but a
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| sudden jet of milk from her right nipple gave her away. Drops of the
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| white fluid sprayed across my chest and face, and I licked my lips and
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| tasted the sweetness and she continued to jug-fuck me for a moment.
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| She moved herself up and positioned her still-oozing cunt above my
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| dick, and then pushed herself down onto it. She leaned back with her
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| hands on the mattress behind her. Her tunnel was like soft velvet as
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| she fucked me wildly, her tits flopping and waggling about her. I sat
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| up, driving myself even deeper into her hole which, to my surprise,
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| took the entire length of my dick. I grabbed her flailing tits in both
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| hands and kneaded the softness like clay. She sat forward then, and I
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| lost my face in her great fleshy orbs.
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| She ground her pelvis into mine intensely, my dick so deep inside her
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| that I felt like I was fucking her stomach. It was too much; I shot my
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| load deep inside her with a growl, grabbing hard at the mammaries to
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| either side of my head. I collapsed onto the mattress, exhausted.
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| She stood up and regained her composure. "So, Art, my name's Beth,
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| and I'll be training you. Thanks for the use of the cock. I really needed
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| that." She reached down and patted my dick like she was patting a
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| puppy. "I don't think we'll really need this thing, will we?" She grabbed
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| the chain with both hands and yanked it out of the concrete with one
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| tug, the recoil making her tits wobble for a few moments. She picked
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| up her clothes and headed toward the stairs, turning the lights off again
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| on her way.
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| I laid there in the dark and realized that Beth was right. I really _did_
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| want to stay here and spend the rest of my life serving the sexual
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| needs of an army of big-breasted vampire nymphomaniacs. If only I
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| could figure out how to do it without becoming a kidnapper, too...
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