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"Death hath nothing terrible in it but what life hath made so."
"Dying.
Is an art, Like everything else
I do it exceptionally well."
Sylvia Plath.
She was taking a drink and....
She shook her head, a bout of nausea washing over her. Raising a hand she cleared the soft brown hair from her face. She looked up. She was sitting on a bench outside in a square. Suddenly she felt a shiver run down her spine. She was not alone. There were thousands, tens of thousands, all silent, seemingly oblivious of each other.
She turned in trembling wonder to the man standing next to her. He made no indication that he noticed her. Looking down she realized she was wearing her boxers and chemise with a coat over her. She could feel the early morning chill as it rushed over her skin. She could see her nipples pressing through the slim gold fabric. She shivered again, partly cold, partly frightened.
"Can anybody hear me!" she called out.
The reply was one of deathly silence.
She tried to remember, tried to think how she'd got here but nothing came. She had got up in the morning to get a drink and then.. nothing. Everything else was a blank. She went to look at her watch but it was absent. Apart from her coat she was in her pajamas. She cast her eyes around the thousands of entranced people and panicked. Not knowing where she was going she run blindly, hoping that there would be a way out.
"Somebody Help Me!" she screamed as she ran but there was no reply. Her coat fell off as she sprinted madly but she was to frightened to care. The place was full of madness and she had to get out. She ignored her large, unsupported breasts as they bounced up and down with each stride. It didn't bother her that her body pressed up against so many others, she simply wanted to get out no matter what.
She forced her way further and further, finally clearing the mass with a push. Her momentum kept moving forward, her bare feet tripping over a curb, sending her sprawling to the ground. She felt her head connect sharply with the asphalt. The last thing Laura San Giacomo felt before blacking out was a sense of bitter hatred that no one had answered her call for help.
***
It was dark when she awoke. For a second she thought it might have been a nightmare and that she was safe in bed.
It was not to be.
It was pitch dark, and almost silent apart from her breath and pulse. Nonetheless Laura could feel what condition her body was in. Her head didn't hurt at all, presumably her injury was less serious than she feared. That was about all she had to feel positive about. She could feel that she was kneeling, her knees pointed outwards and her ankles close together. She could also feel that her arms were behind her back. Somehow both limbs had been fastened in position. Struggle as she might there was no way for her to escape.
She could also feel that the skimpy clothes she had worn before were now gone. She had been immobilized and left naked in the darkness.
"Help!" she cried out. There was no sound but the echo of her own voice.
Laura sighed and felt a chill of fear run down her spine. She had been taken to this place by someone, someone who wanted her for some reason. What that reason might be she had no idea. Laura waited in silence and darkness, her mind dreading what might come next.
Then she heard a hissing sound.
At first she feared it might be snakes but it was too consistent. Listening, she realized it was in front of her. She waited but could see nothing through the pure dark.
The instant she felt it she recoiled. Something cold and metallic had brushed her breast. She leant back as far as she could, hoping whatever it was would miss her. Seconds later she felt it again, this time she could move no further away. First one, then a second cold metal touch rubbed over her breasts, seeming to explore. She quivered in fear, horrified when she felt the cold caresses raising up her own nipples. The cold probes seemed to home in on the rising nubs, pressing over them. Suddenly there was a swift suck. Laura felt each nipple latched onto by the exploring probes. Then there was another sensation. She felt a surface expanding, covering the full surface of her large breasts. When they were done her entire bosom was encased in the cold metal. Laura whimpered in fear.
Then the unexpected happened.
Right in front of her appeared a huge slide. It was a picture of a child playing happily with a ball. Laura stared at it in confusion. Then she screamed.
She felt the cups on her breasts sucking at her. It was not a soft, pleasant sucking like a baby or a lover. It felt as if hey were draining the very life from out of her body. After an agonizing second the picture switched off and with it the sucking ceased.
Laura panted, drawing in gasping breaths. Already she could feel beads of perspiration starting to run down her face. Her mind reeled with the memory of the feeling. Another slide appeared in front of her.
It was the picture of a park on a summers day, flowers in bloom.
Laura screamed again.
Once again her body writhed helplessly as her breasts were milked by the cups. Again the slide stopped and the pain with it. Laura was panting more heavily now. The sweat was begging to flow freely from her pores. Laura trembled in fear as the image of a lake with toy sailing boats appeared. An instant later she howled as the cups sucked at her again.
In continued for what seemed like forever. After long enough the pain seemed to dull a little. At first her breasts felt like they were going numb, then the sensation seemed to spread to her entire body. Laura could still feel the sucking, regular and relentless but it wasn't the searing agony it had been. She could still feel the sweat which coated her hot skin and plastered her tangled hair to her face. She felt tired. Not as if she wanted to go to sleep. Simply as if the cups had milked the very life energy from her. And the stupid pictures kept flashing in front of her. She hated them, loathed them like nothing else. All these happy images, peaceful and cute. And every time they appeared she felt the jostling of the cups, sucking again at her breasts. She hated those pictures. She hated everything they showed her, from the fluffy kittens to the playing children. She hated every stupid picture. For a while she had swore and screamed at the images every time she felt herself being milked. Now she simply sat in silent resent Laura didn't know how long it was until she heard the new hissing sound.
Again it came from in front of her.
Again she didn't see it until it touched her. She felt the same touch, this time warm as it probed between her legs, rubbing through the patch of hair damp with sweat and other fluids. The warm nub seemed to probe for several seconds then slid its way into the lubricated passage. Laura let out a gasp, mostly of shock. The sensation was unexpected but not unpleasant. The probe seemed to slide further inwards, filling all it could of her wet cavity. Finally it stopped, sitting idle. Laura sat, helpless and fearful of what
might come next. The same hated pictures were still showing, the same sucking at her breasts accompanying them.
An image of a dead mouse in a trap appeared.
For a second Laura felt nauseous. Then she moaned out aloud. A pulse of energy erupted from between her legs, filling her body with delightful warmth. She felt her hips pivoting, trying to enhance the feeling as it slowly subsided.
An image of a lamb in a field appeared.
Laura snarled as she felt the undulating cups suck at her chest. A dead lamb caught in a fence. Laura groaned as another wave of pleasure shot through her, driving out the disgust she had for the image. Somewhere, deep in her mind she realized what was happening but it was washed away by wave after wave of physical pleasure.
Time passed.
Still the images of comfort and happiness appeared. Laura hated them even more now, though the sucking of the cups had become less of a concern. Not it almost felt as if they were sucking some sort of poison from her body. The other images had become more and more graphic, images of death and violence, of mutilated corpses. And every time the pleasure that bored into her got stronger and stronger. Her heart was filled with joy and anticipation at the sight of a decapitated bird but loathing at the sight of a swan on the water.
Occasionally both the cups and the probe would work at once, sucking and pumping in unison to send her mind reeling. When that happened the same slide would appear. It was a single word in huge bold letters.
OBEY
Laura was willing to read the signs so long as the pleasure and the dark pictures would come again. After a time the cute images became less and less prevalent. Finally they ended all together, images alternating randomly between images of death and the word OBEY.
Laura hardly noticed as the cups detached from her breasts, leaving the sweat soaked nipples fully erect. She no longer felt the sucking, simply the orgasmic explosions of delight, whether watching road kill or OBEY.
Laura came to love the word as much as she loved the pictures. She loved anything that allowed her such pleasure. The change was so gradual that she didn't even notice it. The images becoming less and less, the word becoming more common. Finally there were no more images at all.
OBEY
It filed her vision, no longer blinking on and off. Laura smiled at it in pure bliss as she felt the non-stop flush of pleasure erupting through her body. She was totally oblivious to the drool that ran down her chin and mixed with the thick sweat which coated her swollen bosom.
***
Laura stood at the back of the bank queue, watching herself in the shiny pillar beside her. She was naked, sweat dripping from her body. Her large breasts rose and feel with each sharp breath, nipples fully erect.
No one seemed to notice her state. None of the people in their business suits, so immaculately dressed, noticed the naked woman who looked ready to jump out her skin with adrenaline. The queue simply moved along at a normal pace until she reached the teller.
"Can I help you?" the young teller asked, apparently oblivious to her customer.
"Yes." Laura let out a sigh of relief.
Then she reached out and grabbed the teller, kissing her firmly on the lips.
Then she broke her neck.
The body of the teller fell to the ground limp.
Laura fell to her knees howling as a massive orgasm ripped through her body.
As she did the bank and the patrons all faded away, leaving Laura alone in the dark, savoring her pleasure.
***
LAURA
"Yes."
YOU UNDERSTAND WHO YOU ARE
"Yes."
YOU KNOW WHAT MUST BE DONE
"Yes."
YOU WILL DO THIS WITHOUT QUESTION
"Yes."
YOU WILL OBEY
"Obey!"
YOU WILL GO NOW. YOU WILL PERFORM YOUR MISSION.
"Yes!" Laura smiled with anticipation. And she walked out of the darkness.
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