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Haircut at Madam Twon's, Part VII
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HAIRCUT AT MADAME TWON'S (part 7)
by Art Miyako
Madame Twon retrieved the gun from her desk and slipped it into
the pocket of her skirt. Not that she needed to worry about me
trying to escape at this point; the continued feeling of cold in my
crotch served as a reminder that my will was not my own. I'd do
anything I was told.
"We go now.", she said, and opened the door to her office. I
followed behind her like a duckling behind it's mother as she
crossed the hall to the other door. I could still smell the scent of
her sex as I waddled along into the other room, my grotesquely
swollen balls flopping against my thighs.
The room we entered looked like a combination Buddhist temple
and torture chamber. The center of the room was occupied by a
large Y-shaped black table, to which was bound a young Asian
girl, perhaps 18 years old at most. She was being attended to by
three huge-breasted women who stroked her body lovingly,
kissing and licking her as they gently applied a salve of some sort
to every inch of their young captive. The girl looked exhausted,
and didn't struggle in the least, as if she lacked the strength to
even make an attempt at escape. I thought of Madame Twon's
suppository, and glanced down at my still-growing genitalia. My
erection was at least 10 inches long now.
Also standing by the table was a man with a collar around his
neck. A leash was attached to the collar, and one of the women
was holding the leash. At either side of the bound girl's head was
a large brazier belching blue smoke, which filled the room with a
sickly-sweet smell like honey. Several other women were also
present, and they idly stood about playing with their pussies and
sucking each other's nipples.
When Madame Twon entered, their behavior changed. Two of
the women walked over to Madame Twon and undressed her,
running loving hands all over her flabby body. All seemed
excited to see her, and I was left standing alone as Twon was
escorted over to the table to inspect the girl. As I watched
helplessly, Twon fell to her knees between the girl's legs and
began eating her pussy. The girl squirmed a bit, but otherwise
hardly reacted. Twon's two escorts glanced at each other and
then began rubbing their bodies together, mashing their huge tits
into one another and grinding their crotches against each other's
legs. They kissed passionately as thy gyrated their hips upon
each others legs. One of the three women who had been
tending to the girl got up on the table so that she straddled the
girl's face, and the girl craned her neck to lap gently at her cunt.
Suddenly, Madame Twon backed away and the mood changed.
The observing women circled the table area with their legs
slightly apart, all rubbing their clits as they chanted in a grating,
nasal tone. Madame Twon walked over to a cabinet and
produced a glowing green crystal flask, which she handed to the
woman who had been straddling the girl's face a moment before.
The smell of sex mingled with the scent of the incense. I began
to feel very dizzy, and was forced to sit down on the floor. The
leashed man also sat.
Madame Twon returned to my side and sat next to me. "Now,
you watch.", she whispered into my ear. She reached down and
got hold of my cock again, squeezing it hard, but I couldn't peel
my eyes away from the girl on the table.
The woman with the flask held it over her head and began to
speak a litany of some sort, addressing herself directly to the
decanter. At regular intervals, the audience of masturbating,
huge breasted women would give a response, accompanied by a
squeeze on a breast which, in every case, produced a small
spurt of milk. Madame Twon's response was instead to give my
steely penis a stroke, and despite the fact that it was a pudgy,
middle-aged hand that administered the friction, every stroke
made me want to shoot my load instantly, although I didn't.
The litany went on for a few minutes. When it ended, the woman
with the flask removed the top. Suspended from the bottom of
the stopper was a long crystal rod, to which drops of the liquid
inside clung. She forced the girl's mouth open and inserted the
rod. She must have pushed it right down the girl's throat,
because she sputtered and gagged for a moment. In the
meantime, the flask was handed to one of the other three
women, who withdrew the rod and then shoved it between the
girl's spread legs and into her rectum. The flask then passed to
the third woman, who slid the rod into the girl's wet slit.
All three then stepped back from the table. The girl's body
began to quiver, and then to convulse outright. The observing
women laid down on the floor, and each fastened their lips to the
pussy of the woman next to her, so that the table, the three
women, and the man on the leash were encircled by a chain of
cunnilingus. They all ate one another in silence, which was
punctuated only by muffled squeals from the girl on the table and
the sounds of dripping pussies being sucked and licked.
The man on the leash was then led between the split part of the
table, between the girl's legs. He had a tremendous erection and
balls the size of oranges. One of the three women grabbed his
cock in one hand, and shoved two fingers of her other hand into
the bound girl's box. She said a few words that I couldn't
understand, and then let go of both sexual organs. The man
stepped closer to the girl, and with one thrust buried his gigantic
penis deep inside her waiting hole. Her eyes opened wide and
her whole body shook as the man pounded his cock inside her,
fucking her as hard as he could. She began to groan aloud, and
the women in the daisy chain followed suit, now giving voice to
their passion as they fervently tongued each other.
It wasn't long before the man had what seemed to be a very
intense orgasm. He let out a growl as he came, and the girl on
the table screamed her ecstasy as well. The sight of the two of
them cumming made my balls ache terribly, and I wanted to fuck
something... anything! I tried to fuck Madame Twon's fist, but
she tightened her grip so that I couldn't slide my penis through
her hand. She held me there motionless.
Suddenly, the leashed man fell to the floor, unconscious or dead.
The girl began to jerk in violent spasms, straining against the
bonds that held her to the table. She let out a cry, and all other
activity in the room stopped as all eyes turned toward her.
"Help me!", cried the bound girl, convulsing powerfully, "It hurts!
Oh God, it hurts! Please, help me!" Then she fell silent except
for panting heavily, like a woman giving birth. As I watched, her
small breasts began to grow slowly. Every muscle in her body
strained against the straps that kept her down, and she began to
moan in pain. Her tits expanded more and more, having gone
from an A cup to a B-cup in just a few moments. Suddenly, twin
spurts of milk shot from her nipples. She shook like a leaf when
this happened, and juice flowed from her cunt. Then, the violent
shakes began again, and her tits grew more. The women who
were watching crowded closer around the table, and Twon
brought me over for a good look as well.
The expression on the girl's face was one of sheer agony. She
saw me and shouted "Help me, please help me! My tits hurt so
much. Please..."
And then she was lost in another spasm as the growth of her
breasts increased in speed. She was now a C-cup, rapidly
approaching D. Her jerking about made her tits wobble across
her chest. There was nothing I could do. I simply watched in
stunned silence as they kept on growing. Every once in awhile,
they would stop for a moment and squirt a little milk, which one of
the women would lap up like a kitten. Then the growth and the
shaking would start again. The girl's face was a contorted mask
of pain the whole time as she panted and yelped her discomfort.
Her tits kept growing. They reached double-D proportion and
flopped down to either side. I wanted nothing more than to get
hold of them, to get my lips around those huge, hardened nipples
and suck for all I was worth. Madame Twon sensed this, and
said, "You want suck titties? Go, suck." With great zeal I
grabbed one of the girl's tits and pulled her nipple to my mouth. I
could taste the sweetness of her milk and feel the warm softness
of her expanding bosom filling both my hands, a great contrast to
the cold in my groin. I sucked and nibbled at the nipple, which
dribbled a bit as I did so. I felt like I was going to lose my mind;
my hard cock, now 11" long and still growing, butted against the
table, and even the feeling of contact with the smooth, hard wood
sent bolts of pleasure through me.
The girl, however, was not enjoying this experience. Her breasts
were huge by any standard already and were still growing. Sweat
beaded on her face. Her tits had already expanded enough to
cover most of her rib cage, and were now spurting milk
rhythmically. The nipple in my mouth shot hot, sweet nectar down
my throat, and I had to swallow constantly to keep it from
overflowing my lips. I felt the soft titflesh pressing against my
face as it grew, nearly cutting off my air supply as I smothered in
it's warmth and perfumed fragrance.
The girl suddenly a high-pitched wail, and a moment later her tits
expanded explosively, forcing me to take several steps back
from the table. Milk coarsed into my mouth continually, but the
growth itself has stopped. Her other tit squirted an endless
geyser of milk at the women, who laughed and giggled as it
showered them. They licked it from each other's bodies, and
they embraced and laughed and rubbed against each other. It
was all I could do to stand there, sucking away at the inch-long
nipple and watching as the whole room fell into a massive lesbian
orgy. I looked for Madame Twon, who I spotted lying on the floor
as two of the women took turns lapping at her massive clit. The
women seemed to be taking special delight in tugging at each
other's breasts, and mother's milk squirted everywhere about the
room, accompanied by wild laughter and the overwhelming smell
of three dozen oozing pussies. One of the women stepped
between the girl's legs and clapped her hands; all of the bonds
sprung open, and the girl grabbed my head and pushed it into her
huge tit. She turned to face me, and placed her other massive
mammary on my shoulder. I could feel her milk trickle down my
back. She fingered herself now, bringing herself rapidly to
several moaning orgasms. I moved down and began licking her
spread twat as her breasts continued spraying their juice over
me. My balls felt like they would explode, but I didn't cum. I
grabbed my cock and starting jerking at it, and I felt a kick to my
back. The pain was less than the throbbing ache in my over-full
nuts. I continued stroking my pulsating, foot-long member, and
within moments was at the brink of orgasm. My whole body was
covered in the girl's milk, and as I sucked at her gushing hole, I
looked up to see her kneading her twin boulders and mouthing
silently her ecstasy into the equally huge tits of another woman
standing at her side. This was it; another moment, and I'd spurt
hot semen all over the floor. The cold feeling in my balls had
finally stopped.
Just before I could get off, I felt a heavy blow to the side of my
head, and everything went black.
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