~Subject: New Story: Service Girl (4/4) ~From: email@example.com (Marlboro Man) ~Date: Sat, 9 Dec 1995 10:35:25 UTC ~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Service Girl - Part Four by Marlboro Man Shortly after the feeling had returned to the cocksucker girl's cunt we began our in-depth experimentation on our newly acquired sexual slave. Following in the tradition of keeping our girls horny, she was given injections of drugs which caused her genitals to swell up permanently. Her pussy lips, mons venus and clitoris expanded to more than twice their usual excited state sizes, and the sensitivity of her nerves also increased proportionately so that she was in a constant state of sexual arousal. Merely walking down the hall would cause her cunt lips to rub against her swollen clit, bringing her to the brink of an orgasm. We enjoyed watching her just walk up and down the hall, gasping and flushing in the throes of an orgasm every twenty or so steps. As a byproduct of her excited state, her cunt also began to produce a steady, heavy flow of thick lubricating juices which constantly ran dripping down her thighs. She was like one of those big dogs who drool constantly. She had to wipe off her thighs every few minutes before her juices oozed down to her shoes, and she would stain the fabric of any seat she sat on. We could now smell her sexual arousal from a good distance down the hall. The change in her was astounding. Where once had been a haughty, proud bitch who looked down on her male customers was now an eager, sluttish, fuckbunny who could never get enough of our cocks. Rather than having to flag her down in the hall or page her, she would seek *us* out, and literally beg us to pound her goo-oozing pussy to give her at least some temporary relief from her constant sexual need. For the next stage of our campaign to transform the cocksucker girl into a total sexual servant, the office manager supplemented the girl's weekly injections with a new series of drugs which caused her body to increase the production of fat and muscle cells in her breasts, and also to cause her body to use the fat cells in the rest of her body as her primary source of nourishment. The net effect was that her body became lean while her tits grew larger. After a week or two we began to see how her already generously-sized breasts were transforming into melon-sized mammaries. Her blouse had become tight around her bust, while her waist had shrunk. The anorectic boniness of her body contrasted erotically with the obscene size of her breasts. A further series of injections caused her mammoth hooters to become even more udder-like, and soon a white fluid began to ooze from her nipples whenever they were rubbed or sucked. This was a new "feature" that our office manager had planned for. He proudly boasted that we would now save money because the cocksucker girl could now provide dinner to the other Service Girls. It was always an arousing experience to go to cafeteria at dinnertime to watch as the girls took their turns suckling at her huge, oozing tits. They would take turns, with pairs of cocksucker girls nursing at a time until they had all been fed. Needless to say we had a lot of fun with this girl over the following year. She never quite got over what we had done to her, however, and even though her cunt demanded that she get fucked almost constantly she always felt anger and shame over her desires. Whenever I fucked her I made it a point to remind her that if she had only been able to control her lusts in the first place, that this never would have happened to her. I always got a kick of seeing the silent tears running down her face as she bounced herself up and down on my cock seeking the sexual satisfaction that would never fully come - her oversize tits cupped in my hands and oozing milk as they jiggled above her skin-and-bones torso. One day the cocksucker girl didn't show up for work and we hunted down the office manager to find out where she was. He just grinned and told us to be patient. A few days later she showed up, looking a little shaky but largely the same. The office manager called us together and showed us what he had done. He had the girl stand before us and remove her blouse. We could see a long, deep scar along the girl's side, just below her ribcage. The sutures had just been removed, and the area around the scar was red and raw. The manager told us that she had just undergone a special surgical technique, and that a small bio-electronic device had been installed at the entrance to her stomach. This implant would allow her to metabolize urea and ammonia. She was now able to drink and digest piss without becoming sick. In fact, she now actually derived nutritional benefit from the piss, removing the need for the firm to feed her at all. The office manager proudly told us that she was the first in a new line of office staff: the Bathroom Girl. Her body had become a biological factory, transforming the piss and cum of our executives into the milk which oozed from her tits - milk which we then fed to the other cocksucker girls. In fact, the office manager boasted, if we set it up so that the Bathroom Girl drank the piss of the Service Girls, we would have an almost totally self-contained system. All we had to do was give them was our cocks, and they would feed themselves. The office manager gave us a personal demonstration of our little girl's new talent. Standing before her he told her to kneel and pull his cock out of his trousers. Placing the head of his cock in the girl's mouth, he relaxed his groin muscles, letting a stream of urine flow onto her tongue. The girl grimaced and gagged a little, spilling a small amount of the fluid onto her chest, but she largely just swallowed and swallowed. When he was done she licked him clean and put his cock away. We all lined up to take our turn at the firm's new mobile urinal. One after another we pulled out our cocks and pissed down her throat. She must have swallowed over a gallon of our hot, acrid urine. When she stood up we could see her belly bulging out from her liquid feeding. He proudly told us that over time the change would become permanent, and that she would then not even be able to digest regular food. Her life's nourishment from now on was other people's piss. I guess the cocksucker girl had never heard this news before, and started to whimper as tears began to fall from her eyes. We watched as the girl put her blouse back on and returned to her duty station, waiting for the next executive to call her into his or her office to use her bathroom services. During her final months with us our cocksucker girl had become a mockery of her former self. Her formerly tanned, lush, well-proportioned and voluptuous body had become a gaunt, bony, sickly-pale frame to which a set of huge floppy tits had been attached. Her long, soft, sweet-smelling hair had long since become a greasy, tangled mat which had been clipped to crew-cut length to discourage lice. It gave us all a sadistic thrill to see her hobble down the hall in the five-inch heeled fuck-me shoes we had given her to wear, with her pendulous boobs swaying back and forth, almost throwing her off-balance with each step. Unfortunately her increasingly disheveled appearance and her cunt-juice dripping thighs and milk-oozing breasts weren't really part of the corporate image that we wanted to display, and we began to make plans to restrict her public appearances. Besides, her breath and body odor had become really awful from all the piss she was drinking. I think that digesting urine had changed her basic body chemistry to the point where her sweat was actually toxic. Her body sure smelled like the floor of a slaughterhouse to me. The office manager soon had her restricted to a special room in the sub-basement that had been constructed especially for her. He had taken a small utility closet, around two feet wide by three feet deep, and installed a toilet in it. The cocksucker girl was to be locked in the room, her legs chained to the floor with an iron collar around her neck that was attached to a chain that hung from the ceiling. The chains were arranged so that she could sit comfortably on the toilet, but not stand up or do much of anything else. After she had been seated, we attached two large suction cups to her tits. These were connected by hoses to a milking machine in the next room, which gently but firmly sucked the milk from her pendulous breasts. Another hose hung from a large holding tank that hung from the ceiling, and led to the cocksucker girl's open mouth. This tank was actually a receiving tank for the building urinals. Every time someone used one of the bathrooms in the building, the piss was piped to this tank, which slowly and continuously drained the warm, acrid fluid through the hose and down into the cocksucker girl's mouth. The outflow of the hose poured directly onto her tongue, so that she was forced to taste every drop. She was free to close her mouth if she wanted to, but that would mean that the piss would just drip pour onto her chin and neck, and then drip down over her chest and tits - making her body even more sweaty, clammy, sticky and smelly than before. And besides, the piss was her only supply of food, so sooner or later she would have to start drinking. The milk that she produced was served to the other cocksucker girls in baby bottles. Once a day the toilet would automatically flush so that the girl would require no maintenance at all. After all the hookups had been made to the girl's tormented body, we turned off the lights and locked her in. For the rest of the year she sat in darkness, unable to move, with a steady stream of piss pouring down her throat, and with the gentle suction of the milking machine stimulating her tits and juicing up her cunt. If we were going to be nice at all we would have at least let the poor girl masturbate. But someone noticed that the milk that was produced had a higher nutritional content when the cocksucker girl's libido was left unsatisfied, and so we chained her wrists to the wall above her head, leaving her unable to even touch any part of her body. To frustrate her even further, the office manager had a small video monitor installed in her cell. This was a 12-inch color tube which hung just before her at eye level. We piped into her little television the video feed from the jill-off room surveillance cameras so that the Service Girl could watch as all her cocksucking friends frigged and rubbed at their sloppy, dripping cunts - making her even hornier than ever. Every so often we would visit her in her little two-foot wide, pitch black prison, and have her suck us off and drink our piss directly. Some guys liked to have her stand up, turn around and bend over so that her face was pushed into the toilet, the top of her head pressed against the bottom of the bowl. In order to keep herself from drowning, she would have to drink directly from the bowl until the water level was below her mouth, and she could breathe. They would then fuck her cunt or asshole while her head bounced up and down in the bowl, her face being repeatedly dunked into the bowl of her own piss and chunks of shit. During her final month someone made the suggestion that we pipe the girl's own urine back up to her feeding hoses, making her totally self-sufficient. But when we tried to pump her piss up to the tank it dissolved the plastic tubing that we were using. It seemed that her sweat wasn't the only thing in her body that had been changed by her new diet. Her piss was not only toxic, it would burn a hole in your hand if it splashed on you. These changes made us realize that the cocksucker girl had become a biohazard, and that we could no longer use her for sexual services. No one wanted to risk finding out what her saliva or cuntal secretions would do to their cocks. We had to stop feeding her milk to the other girls as well for fear that it would damage their internal organs. One of the janitors found that it was great for unplugging clogged drainpipes and toilets. On the last day of her contract we opened her cell door and unhooked and unchained her from all the hoses, ropes and chains. Blinking her eyes from the bright light of the hallway, she staggered out of the closet and stood shakily before us. She stinked to high heaven and was a pale and thin as a corpse - except for her plump, overstuffed tits of course. A thick white cream oozed from her nipples and dripped down her belly to the floor. When each drop hit the floor there was a brief sizzling sound and a puff of smoke. We would later see that linoleum had been eaten clean through - kind of like that scene from 'Alien' where the creature's blood dissolves the floor of the spaceship. One of the matrons, wearing a pair of heavy-duty plastic gloves, led her to the bathroom and hosed her down. We gave her back the set of clothing that she wore when she arrived, so many months ago. Her old bra was now useless, and her blouse and jacket could barely cover her gigantic bust line. She had become so skinny around the waist that her original skirt was too loose to wear and she had hold it up by hand. We led her to the rear service entrance of the firm, walked her out to the back alley, gave her a token for busfare (her only payment for her year of service to the firm) and locked the door behind her. We could hear her pitiable sobbing as we walked back down the corridor to our offices. I'm not sure what happened to her after she left us. With a perpetually dripping cunt, melon-sized milk-oozing tits, a thirst for piss and cum, an unstoppable libido and biohazardous bodily secretions, there's not too much work she was qualified for. Maybe she found work at some mexican whorehouse freakshow, drinking piss while masturbating for the amusement of johns. Maybe she just killed herself. I guess her original plans to go to law school with the money she made being a cocksucker girl had to be set aside. You know, I never even found out what her name was.