Posted by BlueLips on May 26, 2009 at 16:40:02:
I'm a frequent visitor to this particular center, so I get certain privileges. The bleached-blonde, busty receptionist knew to expect me this time and led me down the long hallway, not one with doors on both sides, but an empty corridor, down to the isolated room at the end. She smiled, said something like "Have a nice day," and left.
She herself wasn't one of the working girls, nor would she ever be. She hadn't been Treated yet.
It was a big controversy 10 years ago when the Treatments started. Young women looking to escape the pressures and anxieties of life came in for the procedure, which was like a lobotomy but entirely psychological and chemical. No physical harm was done, and the procedure could be reversed.
What mattered was that the Treatment left them with consciousness and most of their faculties intact, but happy as kittens, and quite horny, too. They became willing sex slaves, living in comfort in brothels, or pleasure centers, as the owners preferred to say. The business was legitimate, and because the Treament would break under duress, such as a life-threatening situation, the girls weren't in any real danger. At least, that's what the centers told the outside world.
Inside the room were two of my recent favorites. They were kneeling naked on a platform that was several inches off the floor, chatting quietly. Xila was on the left, dark hair, dark eyes, pale skin. As I stepped in, she turned and smiled, her ample breasts bobbing slightly with the movement. Next to her was Lanna, her light brown hair in a curly bob, her breasts more pert but still full.
"This is new," Xila said, an edge of anticipation and delight in her voice. "I've never been in this room before." Lanna giggled softly.
The girls were taught to call their customers "Master," but these two knew I discouraged that. It just felt strange.
We exchanged pleasantries and even some small talk, although the girls didn't have much to talk about. They lived in a blur of pleasure, barely aware of the passing of the days.
I put my bag on the floor and produced the ropes I'd brought. The girls' eyes widened in anticipation. "Oooh," they said softly.
The platform was a grid of metal bars carpeted on top, awkward to sit on but not too uncomfortable. That way, the girls could stay on their knees a good long time. I positioned each of them on all fours, going patiently because they can't take directions very fast. Then I used short ropes to tie down their wrists, ankles, and knees, threading the ropes through the holes in the grid. They were quite secure.
"Let's try a game," I said as I stripped down. The girls smiled eagerly as I explained.
Xila opened her mouth, and I slowly slid my cock in. "Mmmmm," she moaned as she began sucking, rubbing her tongue along my shaft. That was an effect of the Treatment. The girls were programmed so that giving oral sex was pleasureable to them, enough that they could even orgasm from it.
I counted five seconds, then pulled out and moved to Lanna. She took me in for her turn, sucking enthusiastically and trying to outdo Xila. We went back and forth like this for some time. Xila, Lanna, Xila, Lanna. Occasionally during each girl's five seconds, I would squeeze a breast or tickle a nipple. They writhed with pleasure in their bonds. Five seconds at a time was starting to get me off, but it wasn't enough for them. The "winner" would get to suck me off as I came, and that would be enough to get her off, too.
I tried to keep it fair, but I hoped it would be Xila. It was close. Lanna...Xila...Lanna..... I almost lost it but managed to pull out and move back to Xila. "Xila," I grunted. "It's you, Xila! It's you!" I began pumping her mouth as I came. She moaned a little, then stopped as she swallowed. As I finished, I kept pumping her lips and tongue, and Xila came, squeaking with joy while her lips still hugged my cock.
"Ahhh," Xila sighed as I pulled out. Lanna was restless. "Ohhh. I hope it's my turn soon," she moaned.
"Soon," I said, smiling. "Let's give Xila something to do while she watches us."
From my bag, I brought out a longer rope, and something else, a clear plastic bag. The girls' treatment left them without knowledge of certain basic science principles, so they just kept smiling vacantly.
Standing on the platform, I knotted the rope through a hook on the low ceiling. I placed the plastic bag, quite a large one, over Xila's head and loosely looped the other end of the rope around it, not closing it off just yet. "It's a bubble!" Xila giggled.
I took out a scarf from the bag, then got on the platform behind the girls. I knotted the scarf loosely around Lanna's neck. "Oooh, yes," she whispered, her body still buzzing with pleasure. "It feels so dangerous."
That word was out of character for any Treated girl. I squinted, but it was clear Lanna didn't quite know what she was saying. "We're going to play now," I said. "Xila, this is your reward for winning the game."
Quickly, I pulled and knotted the rope, sealing off the bag. It truly was like a bubble. Xila looked around, wide-eyed. "It's like I'm a goldfish!" she said, the bag slowly moving in and out with her breathing.
By then, I was behind Lanna and inserting myself into her willing pussy. She squealed and shrieked as we began to fuck, her body hungry considering how long she had been left waiting. She paused, letting me pump as she felt orgasm approaching. "Unh, unh, unh! unh! unh!" She came, bucking back against me hard and fast. "More," she whispered, as I continued to pump her.
I looked at Xila. Her expression was changing to one of concern. "It's warm in here," she said. "I feel funny."
I just smiled. I took my hands off Lanna's hips and reached up for the scarf, undoing the loose knot to take both ends in my hands.
Xila tried to lower her head and peel the bag off, but she couldn't. The rope looped up to the ceiling kept her head high. She was gasping now, her breasts heaving. "M-master," she whispered. "I don't like this. This doesn't feel good. Take it off!"
Lanna was panting, still pushing back against my cock. "Unh! unh! unh!" I pulled the ends of the scarf, hard. "Unh! Unnn--kkkkkhhh!"
"Master..." Xila shrieked. By now she was surely feeling her lungs start to burn. "Please.... oh god! Jesus! Get me out of here! Get me out of here!!"
I smiled. By the way she was speaking, I could tell Xila's Treatment had broken.
You see, I'm a well paying, long standing customer.
This particular center ran an black market operation, where the Treated girls couldn't be tracked by the outside world. If a Treatment started fading, as they suspected was happening to Lanna, they could dispose of her. And a privileged customer, like me, could sometimes request a chance to do away with a girl like Xila. That's why they had this isolated room, far from the ears of the other girls.
Lanna hadn't reacted to the scarf at first, but now she was starting to struggle. Her back raised upward slightly as she fought her bonds.
Xila was in full panic. "Stop it! ... No! ... Get it off! ... Help! ... Somebody, helllp!!! Get me out of ... hhhhere..."
The last syllable emptied her lungs. Her eyes grew impossibly wide, as did her mouth, but her body wouldn't breathe in.
I started fucking Lanna vigorously as she fought. She was making no sound as she thrashed her head about. "I can tell by the way your moving that your Treatment has broken, too," I told her. "Look at Xila. See her die. You're going to feel what she feels."
Lanna did turn and look, probably by primal instinct and against her will. I could see her eyes wide like Xila's, bulging in terror. Her tongue pointed stiffly to the left corner of her mouth.
To her side, Xila was thrashing fiercely, her body convulsing. She was breathing again, in short, desperate gasps, squeaking in agony as her lungs took in a small amount of stale air, then forcefully exhaled it. "Hh! Hh! Hh! Hh!" The bag inflated and deflated rapidly. Her chest heaved with the effort.
Xila's head bowed down against the rope, her dark eyes bulging, her tongue even slipping out of her gaping mouth just a little. She shook in deep pulses, her muscles responding to the agony shooting from her lungs to every part of her body. Her breasts swayed beautifully.
Lanna turned her head forward, and her head began to bow downward like Xila's. I pulled even harder on the scarf and thought I even heard something snap. I pumped Lanna for all I was worth, then came into her pussy as she, too, began to shake and tremble. She was still quivering as I finished emptying my load into her. I held the scarf until she stopped, then let go. Lanna's elbows gave out, and her corpse dropped to the platform, her ass still sticking up.
I got off the platform to survey the girls. I lifted Lanna's head by the hair to look into those pretty, dead eyes. Her face was purple, and her lips and tongue were nearly black. Her eyes were crossed and rolled upward.
I took the bag off Xila and regarded her face, the blueish tint. Her eyes looked upward, too, wide in horror, her mouth opened wider than I had ever seen. I squeezed her breast. She looked so lovely in death.
I
got back on the platform and looked at Xila from behind. Her pussy
seemed so inviting, and the rope held her head up, keeping her in
position. I leaned over to rub her breasts more, and I felt myself
getting hard again. Why not one last fling, I thought as I slid my cock
into Xila's pussy. After all, I'd paid to have this room for a good
long time.