Volition

VOLITION Part 4

The phone rang in the Punishment Room. It was Jennifer calling from a pay phone exactly at 5:00pm as instructed by Paul. Paul put the call on speaker-phone mode.

"Hi Jennifer, how's my babe?"

"Paul, where is Marie? Is she all right. You haven't been too severe with her have you?"

"Mommy, mommy please help me! Father is hurting me real bad!"

"Oh God, Paul. What in the name of God are you doing to my baby?

"Both of you bitches, shut the fuck up."

"Please, I beg you Paul, don't hurt my baby?" Jennifer was crying.

"Jennifer, your little Princess bit Father on the wrist. So I am afraid both of you will have to be severely punished for that. In the meantime, your baby is going to receive her first hormone injections and I wanted you to hear all about it. This may hurt a tiny bit. Jennifer, you just hang on the line and listen and remember to keep your mouth shut."

Paul walked over to the corner of the room and retrieved a metal contraption. Actually it was a homemade breast-press that he had specially designed and built for Marie's voluptuous mammary bags. Two, two-foot long extruded aluminum tubes connected in parallel with bolts and large wing nuts at each end. Paul had taken a file and had roughly scraped the inside surfaces of the aluminum creating sharp metal extrusions along the tubes.

"Ok, Princess. Father needs to fit these over your breasts to make your hormone therapy easier. Good girl. No need to cry."

Paul lifted one of Marie's huge liquid tit bags by the nipple and with the other hand placed the metal press around the wide base of the titty. He repeated the process on the other mammary gland. Pressing down on the metal tubes he began to tighten down both wing nuts. Slowly but surely the tubes began to cruelly sink into the spongy and tender tit meat.

Jennifer's huge fleshy titties began to balloon and firm. Paul continued to tighten the wing nuts, Jennifer's titty meat at the base of her chest flattening and narrowing, the aluminum tubes disappearing into the folds of Jennifer's fatty tittie meat. Jennifer's mammaries were now even more swollen and ballooned, her areoles and nipples protruding and rigid, the flesh coloration evolving from alabaster white to a dark red. Paul continued to tighten………….

"Jennifer, there is no need to cry, at least yet."

Marie's athletic and taut pubescent body, stretched and immobilized on the gynecological examination table, her cunt genitilia vividly splayed, and her basketball-size swollen red tit bags contrasting with the porcelain color of the rest of her anatomy, there was all of Marie to satiate Paul's obscene cravings. The cacophony of screaming from Marie and Jennifer precipitated the foul discharge of jism from the urethral slit of Paul's penis. Paul squeezed the spunk from his pulsating prick into the cupped palm of his hand and he smeared and kneaded it into Princess's ballooning breast meat, her tits a red glistening mass of pain.

"Ok Princess, breathe easy and just relax while Father prepares the hypodermic syringe."

"Goddamit Paul, leave my baby alone. Please don't hurt her. I'll let you use the cigarettes on my titties. I know you want to. Please, I beg you."

"Jennifer, you have no idea what I'm going to do to your tits. But you will find out later tonight after I'm done with the little Princess here. You just stay on the phone there, listen and keep the fuck quiet."

Paul opened the top drawer on the massive stainless-steel Craftsman tool chest and withdrew a stock 10ml disposable syringe preloaded with the Prolactin. Paul however had modified the hypodermic needle and replaced it with a beefy 7 gauge, the largest in production.

"Princess, like I said, this may unfortunately hurt a little, so I am going to gag you, with my cock."

Paul could hear Jennifer over the speaker-phone alternately crying and screaming. Princess was straining against her restraints to utterly no avail, her beautiful blue eyes bulging with fright. Paul lowered Marie's head that was strapped in the "skull tray", bending it downward, the angle causing to strain her neck and involuntarily gapping her mouth open. Marie's exquisite full sensuous lips were red and moist. He did the final adjustment to align Marie's mouth-cunt with his nearly exploding penile gland. Paul directed his long rigid purple-veined and mushroomed-capped prick to the entrance of Marie' exquisite mouth, his odorous and viscous semen leaking down Marie's lower lip and chin. Paul slowly guided his gag-gland fully into Marie's wet mouth to the entrance to her silky throat.

"Good girl, Princess. I want you to bathe Father's cock with your tongue now and lightly nip me with those pretty white teeth of yours. That's it, good girl! I hope you feel as good as I do. Keep it up, Princess, just like that. Oh yah. You can swallow Father's precious liquid seed too. Hmmmm."

"You fucking animal." Jennifer was screaming thru the speaker-phone; Paul totally ignoring her.

Paul raised his right hand with the six inch long hypodermic needle-syringe, the shiny long and narrow stainless steel implement reflecting off the bright overhead klieg lamps. He pointed the torture instrument directly over one of Marie's ultra-sensitive blood engorged protruding areoles. The point of the needle sunk into the swollen flesh like a knife thru butter. Paul pressed it and down about four inches into Princess's titty-meat bag. Jennifer evoked a blood-curdling scream and Paul simultaneously thrusting his prick down the wall of Marie's throat, spraying her oral cavity with his foul thick spunk, while firmly depressing the syringe-plunger, injecting Marie's balloon-swollen mammary flesh with the lactose producing hormone. Behind the background noise of Jennifer's screams and Marie's gagging and drowning on the ejaculating fuck-prick, Paul's eyes were glazing over, his mind lust-transfixed in a twilight zone…………

To be continued