| Stacie woke
up groggy wondering where she was. She tried to move,
but found she could not. When she fully awoke she realized
why. Her arms and legs had been secured by straps to pulleys
set into the floor and ceiling. The weight of the pulleys
strained her muscles and caused her to groan. When she
looked down she saw that her slim body was naked except
for a leather g-string she definitely did not wear out
Thoughts of dressing brought Stacie’s mind back
to the events that caused her to be placed in her current
position. She remembered coming out to this old property,
a castle, really, to appraise it with her assistant
Jorge. She had worn a tight black dress and was having
fun ordering him around and teasing him on the ride
up. It was strange, she thought, that he did not seem
to mind her bullying as much as he usually did. Still
it didn’t bother her. She was the boss of their
real estate company and it would stay that way. People
took her seriously. They looked at her tall skinny body
and knew she meant business all the way.
Stacy tested her bonds again and remembered a cloth
being pressed to her face just as she turned away from
Jorge for a moment. Just as she was wondering if he
was to blame the door to what could only be described
as her cell opened and Jorge came in to face her. "Ah,
Stacy, you look delightful." He moved his eyes
over her long full blond head of hair and then down
to the sparse bit covering her vagina. Stacie watched
his eyes and shouted at him.
"You better let me go or I’ll have you in
prison! I’m a big wheel in this town, buster.
People jump when I talk."
"Oh I think not, dear. I think that before I’m
done with you the only thing people will do when you
talk is point and giggle. Oh they might fuck you, but
they certainly won’t listen to you."
Stacy screamed in rage and let loose a torrent of obscenities.
"That’s right, ducky. Just keep it up. After
I’m done with your modifications all the screaming
you do won’t make a bit of difference."
"Modifications?" Stacie’s voice broke
"Yes. It seems you really can’t handle the
power that your father’s death has given you.
You use it to bully and crush those beneath you. I think
that if something were done to make you seem a bit less
ferocious then the spell might be broken."
"Wh . . . what are you going to do to me, you
Jorge grinned at Stacie and said, "Let’s
see how long it takes you to guess pumpkin." Silence
riegned while Jorge went to a suitcase and brought out
two plastic domes. They were see through and had a strap
connecting them. Stacy thrashed about grunting as Jorge
placed each dome over one of her tiny breasts. Stacy
had always been very flat chested and was very self
conscious of her breasts. Now this animal was going
to do something to them. But what? Jorge seated the
large, bulbous domes over Stacie’s breasts pressing
them down. He run the strap around her back fastening
it. Already Stacy could feel the heat under the domes
build up. She squirmed as her nipples hardened.
Jorge took a plastic tube and connected one end of
it to the strange plastic bra, then he connected the
other end to machine on the floor. "Anything bitchy
to say before we begin, sweety?"
"You better stop this you sick bastard!"
"Alas those were your last words as a high powered
business woman." Jorge flipped a switch on the
machine and it whirred to life. Stacy screamed as it
felt as if her tits were being pulled off of her chest.
The hard plastic domes suctioned to her body and the
machine on the floor sucked all of the air out of them.
She looked down and saw her poor nipples pointing straight
out, the skin of her breasts straining at the suction.
"Ohhhhh! Stooop! It huuurts!"
"Stop? Oh no, dear. This treatment won’t
be finished for weeks. When we are finished, well you
know those absurd porn chicks with rock hard bodies
and tits the size of watermelons? Well, sexy girl, that’s
going to be you. Good luck running a company looking
like a slutty cow. Now I must go do lunch. Be back in
a bit." Stacie begged Jorge not to go but he just
laughed and left her. The pain in her tits was unbearable
as the pump on the floor stretched her flesh.
Stacie sobbed as she labored under its torture until
at one point she noticed a sensation in her nipples
that did not hurt. In fact the longer she thought about
it, the better it felt. Stacy moaned again, because
she knew that before long her pussy would begin to wet.
Spread eagle as she was she would be unable to hide
it from her captor and tormentor. An hour passed and
sure enough Jorge came back to see exactly what he wanted
to see. He ran his finger up Stacie’s left thigh
and held it up in front of her nose. She moaned when
she saw it was covered with her own juices. Jorge smeared
them on her face and went back to his suitcase. He brought
back what looked like a music stand, but instead of
the part that would normally have held the music there
was a very long and thick dildo.
"Oh god no, please don’t do this! I don’t
. . . I can’t!" Stacy turned red and began
"I think you do and you will. After all, what
is a slut without a cock in her cunt?" Jorge hooked
one end of a plastic tube to the base of the stand and
the other to the pump. Stacie stared horrified as the
dildo began pumping up and down. Jorge moved the dildo
under Stacie and adjusted it so that it pumped deep
inside her. It never completely left her and with each
stroke it filled her vagina completely. Jorge stood
back to examine his handiwork. It seems you are almost
a small b-cup now, sweetcakes. Won’t be long before
you are a c and then on to even bigger and better things.
Stacie cried out as her cunt clamped down on the invading
twelve inch dildo. "How fuuuuuck! How big are you
going to make me?" Stacy whined this last unable
to control her body she fucked the dildo back with swift
pumping of her hips.
"I think double H ought to do the trick. Oh they’ll
be sticking out a foot or so away from your chest, Stacie.
Try getting anyone to look at your face when you talk
with fifty pounds of tit poking them in the chest."
"Ohhhhh, nooooo! Please don’t. I’ll
be . . . better! Oh fuck this dildo’s killing
me! Make it stop!"
"Actually I can see it’s already given you
a major attitude adjustment so why not give you another
cock for good measure." Stacie threw her head back
as waves ov pleasure flowed throughout her body. The
cock pumped hard and deep inside her and she always
fucked it back. Her slippery cunt walls gripped it as
it invaded her and tried to hold on as it left her.
Obscene slurping sounds could be heard as time after
time she was filled to bursting.
Jorge licked his lips and went behind the struggling
girl. He dropped his pants and spit on his cock wetting
it well. " I hope you know what a pain in the ass
you are, dear. If not, this should be a hint."
Jorge grabbed Stacie’s hips and lined his cock
against her asshole. She screamed as she felt the velvety
smooth skin of the head rub against her pulsing bud.
Jorge grunted once and pushed inside her. Stacie jerked
about as she was impaled for the second time that day.
The pain of Jorge’s entry was too much to bear
and Stacie began crying and shrieking. Jorge laughed
at her and moved his thick hot cock in and out of Stacie’s
ass. He held her over the mechanical cock that raped
her cunt and whispered cruel things in her ear as she
helplessly watched her breasts grow under the cruel
suction. Sgrew hot as she was being fucked and dearly
wished her breasts were free so that she might pinch
her nipples. Strange that thoughts of escape no longer
occurred to her.
This scene and many like it occurred on a daily basis
for so many weeks that Stacy lost count. By day she
was raped and used for sexual pleasure. At night she
was chained and tied in demanding positions. She was
made to sleep with all of her holes filled. The first
night she lay awake pumping her cunt and ass muscles
around the dildos locked in place there by her chastity
belt. She only fell asleep after several orgasms.
Always Stacie’s breasts were tortured by the
pumps until one day she was made over exactly in the
image Jorge had told her she about. Her slender form
was interrupted by the largest breasts that she had
ever seen either in print or in person. They were natural
as well but stuck out from her like the front of a zeppelin.
When Jorge undid her plastic bra the air met her new
breasts for the first time and she gasped. She felt
them and realized for the first time that she was no
"That’s right, little girl. Now I own you.
If you give me anymore trouble I’ll drag you back
here and make them even bigger. Now what do you have
to say about that?" Stacie moaned and broke a nail
unzipping Jorge’s pants. She wolfed down his cock
as she sucked it hard. Her tongue snaked up and down
it and she hummed as she bobbed her head up and down.
She was no longer sucking off her enemy and captor,
but the man who had given her a great gift. As Jorge
pumped load after load of cum down her throat she wondered
just how she would use that gift to get what she wanted.
Because she would get everything that was coming to