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Haircut at Madam Twon's, Part X
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HAIRCUT AT MADAME TWON'S (X)
by Art Miyako
I lay there on the mattress for several hours after Beth left; there wasn't
anything else to do after finishing off my meal. The chill here was
getting to me a bit, so I wrapped my blanket around myself and waited
in the dark for whatever was going to happen next.
Eventually, Beth returned. "OK, Art," she said, "It's time to start getting
you ready. You're going to _love_ this. Come with me." She took me
by the hand and led me up the cellar steps, back to the room where I'd
watched the transformation of the young Asian girl into a Pyen Yang
Lon earlier. The room was empty now but for her and I.
She went over to the cabinet and retrieved a small leather sack.
"What's this?", I asked
"It's something we had Madame Twon brew up for us. A few of the
same ingredients as she uses in her suppositories. You remember
those, don't you?" She smiled and grabbed my cock, giving it a playful
tug. It stirred to life instantly, quickly gaining some firmness. It
seemed a lot more sensitive than I recalled it ever having been before.
"Yeah, I remember them. So you're going to breed a master race of
women with huge penises?", I quipped.
"No, not those ingredients! Just the ones that hypnotize the... errrrr....
recruit. Make more sense?" I nodded. "Follow me." She went to one
of the braziers and turned its lid. A section of the wall slid back,
revealing a flight of stairs leading up. We climbed them, emerging in a
very modern-looking bedroom.
"Did I mention you also got an apartment in this deal? Rent-free, of
course.", she explained. This was seeming later a better deal all the
time; this place was much better than the run-down, furniture-free
studio on 18th St. I was paying for.
We walked out of the bedroom and into the living room. 100% plush.
There was even a wet bar just off the kitchen. She sat down on the
couch and patted the cushion next to her. I sat down, and she looked
me in the eyes and said, "We need you to get us three new recruits
every day; one in the morning, one in the afternoon, and one at night.
How you get them doesn't matter, as long as they're not hurt in any way
when they get to us. No marks on them; that's _very_ important.
Anything they have on them when they become Pyen Yang Lon they'll
have forever. Be gentle."
"How old do they have to be? Do they have to be Asian?", I asked
her.
"Race doesn't matter. It would be nice to see some more variety,
anyway. They have to be old enough to have had a period for the
process to work. But I'd suggest you stick to women who live on their
own if you don't want to draw too much attention to what you're doing.
If you get caught, well, let's say we can't let you tell the authorities
about us. Myself, I'd rather not see a lot of 12-year-old girls with 75-
inch bustlines running around the compound.", she replied. I nodded
in assent on all points.
"In about two minutes, your doorbell will ring, and you'll be receiving a
guest. There are some clothes for you in the bedroom closet. I'll be
here to keep an eye on things, so don't try anything stupid, OK? The
woman thinks you deal marijuana; you'll find an ounce of it in the stereo
cabinet. All you have to do, Art, is get her to come to us. Got it?"
"Yeah. How will she not see you?", I asked.
"Don't concern yourself. Hurry up and get dressed."
I opened the bedroom closet and found a denim shirt and a pair of
jeans. I pulled them on nervously, and noticed that my hands were
shaking. I walked back into the living room, and Beth was nowhere to
be seen. "Beth!", I called, but she didn't answer me.
The doorbell rang, and I went and opened it. Standing there was a
woman in her early 20's, Asian, with short, bobbed hair. "I'm Mai," she
said brightly, "My friend Angela sent me here. Are you Bill?" I nodded
silently. "Great. Can I get something from you?"
"Sure. Come on in." I walked over to the couch and sat down. "What
do you want?"
She stood in front of me, looking a bit uncomfortable. I must have
looked pretty nervous, too, because she said, "Don't worry. I'm not a
cop or anything. Uh, can I get a quarter from you?"
"Yeah, sure, have a seat." I went over to the stereo cabinet and found
a scale, some zipper-lock bags, and one fat double-baggie full of
brownish-green marijuana. I went back to the couch and set the scale
down, and pinched some of the herb out of the bag and started
weighing it. Mai chattered on about some band called "Crash
Worship" playing at some club South of Market. I weighed out the
quarter quickly while feigning attention at everything she said.
I brushed the dope off the scale into a bag for Mai and handed it to
her. She handed me $50.00 in tens and started for the door. "Wait a
minute!," I said with some force, "I always get high with the folks who
buy from me. How about if I roll us a fattie?" Mai's eyes practically lit
up, and she seemed instantly more at ease. She sat herself down in a
plush recliner across from me. I grabbed a pack of Jokerz from the
stereo cabinet and stuck three of them together and dropped some
dope into it, quickly producing a stout joint. I lit it up and took a deep
hit; not bad. I passed it over to Mai, who took a long draw and
coughed up a thick cloud of smoke.
"You want to try something different?", I asked.
"Sure," she choked, "what have you got?" I took the leather sack from
my pocket and dumped a little of the powder inside onto the table,
using the edge of the rolling paper packet to cut it into four small lines.
I rolled up on of the ten dollar bills Mai had given me into a tube and
handed it to her, saying, "Here, snort this."
Mai leaned over and snorted up one of the lines. She winced a bit and
handed the bill back to me. "What do you think?", I asked.
"Weird. It burned a little at first, but now it's really cold. Not a freeze
like coke, I mean, like my whole head feels really cold." Her eyes were
already beginning to look pretty glassy. Twon's powder worked as fast
as the suppository.
Mai became absolutely silent, staring off into space. "Mai," I asked
her, "can you hear me?"
"Yeah. Fine.", she replied.
"Would you stand up please?" She stood up. She looked out of it.
"Raise your left hand and say, 'Say it now and say it loud, I'm a vampire
and I'm proud.'" Mai raised her hand and repeated the words. I
started to laugh out loud; this was some good pot after all.
"OK, Art, cut the crap.", came a voice from midair. I heard a clap, and
Beth appeared suddenly at the end of the couch. "Never say things
like that. You never know who's listening."
"Sorry. How long will she be out?"
"About two hours, give or take fifteen minutes. Now you have to get
her back downstairs.", Beth answered, and added " She looks sweet."
"Would you like to do her, Art? You and me? She's all ours for a few
minutes, until Twon gets her hands on her."
"I don't know," I said, "Isn't that sort of like rape?"
"Well, yeah, " said Beth, "But we won't hurt her, unless you're into that.
I say we fuck her right here on the floor." Beth went around behind Mai
and put her arms around her waste. Mai just stood there as Beth ran
her hands up and down her front, concentrating on her tea-cup sized
tits and her groin. She was chewing on Mai's neck as well now, and
Mai leaned her head over to one side and closed her eyes.
"C'mon Art. It'll be fun.", Beth said into Mai's shoulder. My dick was
already getting hard. I stood up and watched for a moment as Beth
ripped Mai's shirt in half, exposing her tan skin and contrasting white
bra that looked like a training bra in comparison to Beth's titanic tits.
Beth pulled this down on Mai's chest, freeing her chest from the cups.
She barely had more than nipples; the bra was padded. Beth seemed
to get a kick out of that.
"You want bigger tits, honey?", Beth asked Mai. Mai nodded. "You'll
have them soon. You'll have tits like mine soon." Beth stood between
Mai and I and hiked her top over her head, her massive breasts
bounding out and bouncing around. "Now _these_ are tits. Right,
Art?"
"Yeah," I replied, a lump in my throat and another in my pants, "Those
are some tits."
Beth caressed her tits lovingly and pushed Mai back down into the
chair with them. She tweaked a nipple and jetted some milk onto Mai's
face; Mai didn't react at all, but just sat there with Beth's milk dripping
down her cheeks. Beth shoved a breast at Mai's mouth, and Mai
opened wide, sucking in the whole oil-can wide areola. Beth motioned
for me to stand behind her, and when I did she ground her ass back
against my crotch. She stepped from between Mai and I and began
removing her jeans. "You too, Art. Take your pants off." I did.
I turned back to Mai, and some instinct must have kicked in in her mind.
She immediately grabbed my hard cock and pulled it to her lips. She
stuffed as much of it as she could take into her mouth and started
giving me a wild blowjob.
"Shit," I said, "Does Madame Twon sell this stuff in six packs?"
Beth giggled. "Don't worry, you won't run out. You like how she's
doing that?"
"Yeah," I replied. What wasn't to like? Mai had gotten at least eight
inches of my thick penis down her throat. She was cupping one of my
orange-sized balls in one hand as well, squeezing it ever so slightly.
Beth walked over and said, "I like how she's doing that, too." Beth got
down on her knees and squeezed into the small space between Mai
and I. She pushed her head in front of Mai's, forcing Mai to give up a
couple of inches of cock. Beth began sucking and licking the length of
cock that Mai couldn't. At the same time, Beth reached over and
grabbed the waist of Beth's jeans with both hands and tore them apart
with one pull. Beth hardly seemed to notice, although the pull made
her lurch forward a bit, driving my dick a bit too far down her throat and
making her gag for a second.
Beth reached down and massaged Mai's pussy. It was already wet
when she touched it, and I could hear the squishing sound it made
even over the sounds of the two women slurping at my immense dick.
Beth pulled away and pushed at Mai's head a little with one hand. My
cock slid out of her warm mouth slowly as she moved back into the
chair. Beth told her to stand up, and when Mai did this Beth took her
place in the chair. "Sit on the floor behind her," said Beth.
I sat down and Beth spread her legs as wide as she could, lifting her
giant breasts out of the way so that her glistening, nearly hairless slit
could be seen. Mai seemed to know what she wanted, and squatted
down to eat Beth's pussy. As she did this, she lowered herself down
onto my cock, which seemed much too large for Mai's small opening.
She pushed hard, impaling herself on my penis as she began to run
her tongue firmly up and down the length of Beth's labia. "Just sit back
and relax, Art. She'll do all the work." Mai swiveled her hips around my
cock, a foot of which was now buried deep inside her. She put a hand
on either side of Beth's snatch and spread the lips apart to get at the
slippery pink flesh inside. Beth had a dreamy, faraway look in her eyes
as she almost absently played with her tits. She kneaded and rubbed
them in time to the lapping of Mai's tongue upon her clit.
Suddenly, Beth seemed to have another idea. She grabbed Mai's
hand and stood up, pulling her off of my pulsing cock. I stood up as
well, feeling a bit let down. I wasn't disappointed for long, though.
Beth walked to an empty spot on the floor and laid down on her back.
She said, "Art, you and Mai are going to fuck me awhile. Bring that dick
of yours over here." I walked over to Beth and drove my cock into her
with a single thrust and a grunt. "Yesss," she said, relishing the
sensation of my penis sliding into her. She looked over at Mai and
patted one breast like she was inviting her to sit there, which she in fact
was. Mai straddled her chest and lowered herself down. Beth held
onto one breast with both hands so that the nipple pointed straight at
Mai's reddened crotch. The large nipple disappeared into Mai, who let
out a little sigh of pleasure. She put most of her weight on Beth's
enormous tit, rocking her hips and grinding against the soft flesh.
I went wild at the sight and lost all control. I rammed myself again and
again into Beth, who groaned audibly and continuously now, almost
yowling. Milk began to trickle down from between Mai's thighs as she
fucked herself crazy on Beth's mammary. "It's like you're cumming
and cumming and cumming..." she panted. I leaned forward and
kissed Mai passionately. Our tongues wrapped around each other and
squirmed through the inside of each other's mouths.
I was the first to cum, shooting my load more than a foot inside Beth.
As I came, Beth jerked her body suddenly, and this seemed to send
Mai off as well. She gushed drops of her cum onto Beth's breast,
which suddenly erupted in a geyser of hot milk into Mai's quivering
pussy. The thin liquid ran in rivulets over the mound of compressed,
jiggling flesh, and Mai moaned wildly and shook with a second, larger
orgasm. Beth's pussy flooded around my still-shooting cock.
We all collapsed and lay there for a few moments, collecting
ourselves. Mai's eyes still stared blankly at us, as if nothing at all had
just happened. Beth was peacefully lying there and sucking softly at
the tit that Mai had just fucked. She stood up and went off to take a
shower, and when she came out we wrapped Mai up in the wet towel
and took her into the bedroom, and down the secret stairs.
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