THE ESCORT

THE ESCORT

Amy still confined to the booth, the bodyguard allows a little extracurricular activity by some crew members before the Elder returns.  Her session finally over, she’s transferred to the medical ward for some recuperation and body modifications by the ship’s doctor.

CHAPTER 6          

       Observing through the frosted, streaking glass of the chamber’s entry, the bodyguard watches with a tinge of amusement as the third and final worker, the shortest, runts between Amy’s spread thighs now that it’s his turn with her.  Harshly gripping her breasts, pressing against her naked body as he tiptoes, he arches forward with each thrust to plow awkwardly in, but only partially, his scrotum slapping freely between her spread thighs.  Her naked, glistening body trembles against his as he claws at her bare flesh trying to mount her.  Her fists clench, toes curl as her sheathed head jerks back and forth, side to side as his fingers grip, twist at her bruised globes as his feet leave the floor with each erratic thrust.

       Struggling on, in barely a couple minutes the worker’s body arches forward, presses harshly against her thighs as his head bucks back.  He releases his load.  Quivering, letting his hands slip from her swaying breasts as he stumbles to the floor, he slides his trousers up across his hips, zips his zipper as he silently turns and steps out of the booth, head lowered.  As he passes by, the bodyguard can’t help chuckling to himself as he reaches up and twists the handle controlling the spray.  Slowly shaking his head in amusement as he monitors the aligned angles of water beginning to cascade against, off her drenched profile, primarily the glistening black latex hood, her flailing breasts and the quivering flesh of her labia, his mood quickly changes as he can’t keep his eyes off her nude body quivering under the spurting water’s intensity.  Waiting for her to soak in hot water, then rinse with cold, another moment or two, he slowly turns the pressure down, again hesitating, giving a short burst of a hot, steamy mist just before turning it completely off.

       The floor covered with water while the drain gurgles beneath the upright apparatus, the flow slackens from off her bare chest, between her still quivering globes.  The glistening streams fade into crisscrossing trails off the front of her arched body, the sounds of the water splashing across the floor becoming just a spatter of drips from the remnants collecting across her puffy vulva, off the nubs of her out thrust nipples.  Her cleansed body shimmering under the dim lighting in the booth, his fingers still toys with the handle as he’s infatuated with her naked body stretched out in front of him, the urge to touch, explore it again.

       Turning, glancing toward the trio busy arranging their work clothes, each having taken their turn mounting, pounding her between her soakings, he smirks knowing none of the three even came close to measuring up to him, but then, they never do.  Just a quick nod acknowledges their obligatory thanks.  Releasing the lever he takes a moment, reaches onto the shelf beside the glass door.  Searching, finding the tube he’s looking for he steps back into the booth, the men all going about their business of preparing the rest of the chamber’s apparatuses, grateful, more then satisfied with their fringe benefits of the job, especially with someone as hot as Amy. 

       Sensing the water pressure slacking, shutting down, she again braces herself in the confines of the mask, the blackened out silent prison her mind’s forced to roam as she braces for what’s next… Maybe another fucking of her raw vagina... Or possibly a whipping... Or, the next water cycle turning hot, cold.  The psychological pressure again builds as she wants to scream, her tongue raw, her jaws, parched lips aching from the wide end of the plastic breathing tube crammed deep inside her mouth, pressing her cheeks even tighter against the stretched latex mask.  Lack of any nourishment for at least a day, maybe two, not even a drink of water has her on the verge of dehydrating, her empty stomach rumbling, nauseated, yet that pain overshadowed by the sadistic, unpredictable assaults on her defenseless body as her mind’s isolated in the stifling darkness.

       The apparatus being tilted back, she not only feels the sudden jerk as its locked parallel to the floor but also the swaying, jerking of her breasts above her bare torso.  Again on her back, her arms and legs completely numb as they’ve been for God knows how long, she feels hands on her bare body probing, gently caressing her wet flesh and actually massaging her torso with what feels to her like a soothing lotion.

       Knowing the Elder will soon be returning from the next auction, but still some time to kill, squeezing the tube he drips the concoction of lotion and oil across her thighs, her pubic mound.  Dropping the tube across the wet floor after rubbing a squirt of the cream between his hands, sliding both open palms up across her armpits, downward around the outer edges of her slightly discolored, swaying melons he melds her soft but firm flesh more for his own pleasure then hers.  Squeezing his fingers and thumbs around the bases of her bruised but still succulent breasts, sliding his hands upward, the twin globes flex.  Shimmering between his grips as he reaches their tan, glistening summit, lightly smoothing the creamy oil over the tip of her hardening nipples, pressing, flattening the eraser sized nubs down into her puffy areolas with his thumbnails; he feels her breasts quiver, tremble.

       Slipping his fingers just a little deeper onto her noticeably shriveling areolas he pinches, slides his hands apart, amusingly watches as her breasts slowly rotate in opposite directions, first swinging outward, the mounds then gliding back toward one another under his grip, the inner portions rubbing together above her sternum as he completes the circle with her thickened nipples.

       Releasing his grip, watching the round globes bounce, sway freely toward her sides, her nipples glistening from the melted lotion, he slides his open palms down across her ribcage, feeling the outline of each protruding rib until his fingers dip, slipping along the noticeably quivering slope into the hollow of her stomach, just above her flexing navel.  He can actually feel the hard muscles of her abs tensing to the touch of his fingertips tracing across her bare, damp flesh, the already poured lotion dripping between her thighs, soaking her already moist vagina.

       The sensations having resonated across her chest as she felt the firm but caressing manipulation of her breasts, the massaging and tweaking of her nipples, she’s unable to control her body’s spontaneous tremors.  Feeling the fingers tantalizing her bellybutton, her tightening stomach, she senses the fingers drifting ever closer to her pubic mound, her spread thighs.  She feels the fleshy folds of her labia caressed, her clit flicked back and forth, even more tingling lotion smoothed around, across the tender flesh circling her vagina, the cool, piquant cream squirted directly into her parted slit; followed by probing fingers sliding in and out, spreading the strangely cool yet tingling cream inside her.  Again she senses the tremors intensifying, the uncontrollable motion of her hips as the building spasms of her body shake across the slates of the apparatus beneath her, her bare breasts swaying above her.  The fingers gliding in and out of her trembling vagina manipulates her sore clit, the lotion edgy but soothing as the fingers gently massage the stiffening nub as its tweaked, melded, yet another drip or two of lotion spread around, into its swelling sensitive flesh as her thighs stretch wider, her pubic mound responds forward. 

       Desperately wanting to accept the gentleness of the massage, her body reflexively responding to the soothing manipulation of her naked flesh instead of contorting to repeated abuses, she still can’t help anticipating the worse, infliction of pain anywhere at any time.  Yet, even after the recent multiple, mostly clumsy penetrations of her stretched body, the pounding between her spread thighs over and over, the soothing lotion being gently applied across her aching breasts, her abused vagina, sends warm ripples spreading outward from the caressing, incredible  touches as her mind struggles.  The hours, even days without more then a few minutes of sleep at any time before being awakened by some sort of reprehensible torture, hallucinations and reality drift together as one, the gentle, caressing massage becoming a much needed psychological therapy as she drifts into an exhausted unconsciousness.

       Feeling her body relaxing beneath him, the tenseness disappearing underneath his massaging fingertips, he slides one hand up across her breasts, softly squeezing, melding as he keeps his other across and between her thighs.  His fingers gently roam her slit from her pubic mound to the crease of her butt cheeks, circling the rim of her rectum with his pinky while tweaking the nub of her clit with his thumb and forefinger.  Watching he naked body responding to his touch, her glistening torso gently raising and lowering with each lazy breath as he melds her breast,  he holds back to urge to slide his stiffening cock inside her again, knowing its about time for the Elder to return, to go the next step with her.

       Hearing the chamber being entered by a group, glancing out the door’s glass, he smiles to himself as he sees the Elder and other guests entering.  Wiping his hands, turning, he waits for the group to pass through the chamber toward the booth.

       Stepping into the booth, smiling toward the bodyguard in somewhat of a knowing, approving glance while giving a nod, the Elder leans toward the head of the rack, begins unbinding the mask.  Unzipping the hood beginning at the neckline, reaching behind her head stretching the latex, tugging it, twisting it up over her chin, nose, forehead, he hesitates a moment, nods toward the breathing tube.  Slipping it from her clenched teeth, spreading her jaws apart, the tube’s extracted, saliva and mucus drooling from her perched lips as the bodyguard flips the tube around the far side of the hood

       Awakening, blinking, eyes burning from the overhead light in the booth, she tries to focus, barely able to make out the bodyguard above her.  But, at last out from the mask, able to see!  The chloroform soaked rag in his hand, leaning over, he crams it across her mouth, nose.  The Elder gives a final couple tugs, stretches the latex from her matted, blonde hair, her face exposed for the first time in over two days as she gasps for breath.  Eyes rolling, her limbs remaining useless, numb, bound at the sides of the rack as her torso bucks, breasts bouncing, the acrid odor spreading through her lungs, the men above her, the room fading to dark.

       Again unconscious, her unresponsive body lays motionless as her wrists, ankles are unbound, dropped downward beside the apparatus as she’s still spread-eagled on the metal slats beneath her backside.  Eyes closed but puffy, her tanned complexion now reddish, compressed from the shrunken latex, her body from head to toe’s obviously been through a thorough workout.  Lifted from the rack by both bodyguards, placed on a gurney outside the booth, she’s wheeled from the chamber to the ship’s medical quarters.  Placed on a bed in a private area, IV’s attached to an arm, her wrists shackled to the bed’s side rails, a sheet’s placed across her naked body as she remains unconscious.  Closing the door, the camera’s red light flickering down from the ceiling, she’s left to rest, briefly, a few hours maybe, just for the IV’s to take effect, then a day, no more then two to recuperate… Times money!

       Monitored, hydrated, she’s kept well sedated for the satisfactory period, actually a generous amount of time, mainly do to her exceptional looks, the quality of her stock. Now its time to put her back on the clock, to get her back to work.  Cleaned up, the minor punishment applied across her bare flesh virtually healed, barely marring her incredible body, its time to escalate her torment, physically and mentally.  Now it’s just the planned out next step of her becoming one of the more profitable assets of the company for the long term foreseeable future.         

       Eyes fluttering, breasts and chest searing with pain, frantically glancing upwards with the realization that at least she’s no longer in  the chamber, her first conscious thoughts painfully focuses on the slender white ropes stretching down from the metal framework above the hospital bed.  Her body arched up off the mattress, her swollen breasts appear like purplish balloons on the verge of bursting as she feels her arms, legs tugged back, spread apart under her as she horrifyingly realizes her entire bodyweight’s being suspended by her tortured breasts.  Realizing the ship’s doctor’s standing beside the bed, recognizing him in his brilliant white uniform, she sees the obscenely large needle glistening in his clinched fist, a clear fluid dripping from its thick hollow tip as he reaches over above her bound breasts, cups her swollen globe with his free hand, jams, twists it deeply straight downward into the center of the engorged nub of the nipple.

       “Aaaaaggggggghhhh!!!”  Feeling it burrow, twist inside her bulging breast, almost hysterical, fists clenching, toes curling, glaring horrified at the long needle sinking into her, the tip of the syringe grinding, flattening into her areola, the burning pain overwhelms her as she chillingly realizes the nurse is handing him a second needle.  Watching wide eyed at him surreally gripping her other breast, ramming that glistening, dripping needle downward, a matching pain tears through her bulging globe.  “Aaaaaggggggghhhh!!!”    The room spins, fades to darkness.

       A short restless, painful respite of unconsciousness, then again faint sounds fill the background, the bed rattling.  Eyes squinting open, again finding herself flat on her back, the ropes securing her impaled breasts now removed, she feels her legs being spread, hoisted above her, stretched toward the head of the bed past her still pulsing globes.  Maybe a pillow or two ruffled beneath her neck, she grips the bindings on her wrists as her feet stretch widely past her head, one then the other fastened tightly to the head rails.  Her buttocks forced upward toward her face, her gapping vagina practically touches her spread, pounding breasts, her stomach instantly squeamish as her eyes widen at the sight of the gleaming needles burrowed into each thick, engorged nipple trickling blood, standing out from her bruised globes.  Again recognizing the doctor, another huge syringe in his hand, she jerks, twists as her eyes are transfixed on that glistening, dripping needle being directed between her thighs, between his fingers stretching her labia folds apart.

       Tugging, twisting at her restraints, her eyes remain transfixed on the thick tip of the needle as it’s slid into her pinched clit, ramming, twisting as it seems to completely disappear clear up to the syringe.  “Aaaaaggggggghhhh!!!”  Another pitiful screech, curdling scream.

       Searing pain as the needle twists, probes deep inside her.  Bright red spurts of blood squirt upward from between her spread thighs, the dark skinned nurse in her white gown dabbing alcohol soaked white clothes between her legs, around the needles impaling her breasts.  The burning fluid spreads through her vagina, to her womb wracked with pain as the sterile white room goes dark, everything fades, again.

       Awakening, almost fearful to open her eyes, she realizes her body’s bowed across the bed, heavy weights on her chest.  Pillows underneath her shoulders and hips arch her torso upwards as her wrists and ankles are again bound to the four corners of the bed. Apprehensively squinting her eyes, glancing quickly around the empty room, she instantly connects with the three clear tubes affixed to the three needles embedded in her, taped to her aching nipples and clit.  She can see the liquid slowly flowing downward from the trio of IV bottles hanging from the top braces above the bed.  Filling, engorging both breasts, the weight spreading them apart, she horrifyingly realizes what the heavy weights across her chest are, and they’ve taking the shapes of enormous melons, sagging toward her armpits.  She can only imagine what her clitoris looks like, unable to see above her arching body, but the abnormal weight between her thighs knots her stomach with apprehension.

       Tugging at her restraints, terrorized at the mutations of her naked breasts, her body trembles across the pillows, her swollen globes obscenely swaying, stretching across her arched chest as she feels the pressure mounting between her spread legs also.  An hour or more passing, awake and alert for an extended period of time for the first time in days, her mind still struggles with what’s real and what’s a nightmare.  Starring unbelievably toward her tautly stretching tit flesh, the needles appearing to pulse under the loosely sticking medical tape covering her throbbing punctured nipples as the fluid passes through, she feels the similar pain in her swelling clit as the room’s door swings open, the doctor entering with the nurse close behind.

       Stepping toward the bed, checking the lines hanging from the IV bottles one at a time, he checks the tape on her left breast, rips it off.

       “Oomph!”  The sharp pain of the tape tearing away quickly becomes even worse as he twists, jerks the needle upwards and out from her throbbing nipple.  “Aauugghh!”

       Blood spurting, the IV drips between her monstrous melons, the nurse efficiently swiping an alcohol swab across the wound.  Turning her head, closing her eyes as he reaches for the other IV’s line, she feels the tape tearing; the needle jerked around and out of her other breast.

       “Aggghhhhhh!!!”  Another shriek, the pain even more intense as the burning alcohol swab scuffs across that wound.

       Raising her head, glaring between her obscene breasts, she can’t quite see his hand between her thighs, but knows what’s going to happen.  Reflexively tightening her stomach, trying to press her thighs together, she feels the ripping and tearing of the tape, her body lurching up from the bed.

       “Aaaaaggggggghhhh!!!”  A guttural scream as the tape rips from the left, right folds of her labia.  “Aaaaaggggggghhhh!”  A matching shriek as the needle’s jabbed, twisted, jerked from her pulsing clit, the searing alcohol swab pressed back and forth across her gapping slit.

       Quivering, her bare flesh stretching tautly across the defined outline of her protruding ribcage, abs rippling with each rasping breath, her head rears back across the mattress as she bites her lip, grunts.  Fingers flexing, digging into her palms as her fists repeatedly clench, the continuing nightmare ravages her anguished mind as she can’t help staring toward her huge breasts wobbling back and forth above her.        

       The doctor standing next to the bed lets the nurse discard the needles, IV’s as he has another syringe in hand.  Normal size, a quick prick of her arm and in seconds, her body relaxes, her eyes haze over.  Letting her lay quietly back across the pillows, he slips the top, then bottom one out from between the bed and her back, handing them to the nurse.  Unshackling her wrists, then ankles one at a time, he lowers her arms toward her sides, hands down against her hips as he loosely applies the wrist restraints again, giving her minimum motion.

       Leaning over her naked body, melding, manipulating her now at least DDD melons, he smiles toward the nurse as she steps beside him.  Reaching down with his right hand, his fingers gliding over Amy’s swollen clit, the size of a golf ball, he again nods, speaks.  “Feel that twat…  Go ahead.”  Patting her bare thighs as if she’s unconscious, barely paying her any attention, he knows she’s awake, just not totally coherent as her glazed eyes appear barely focused across her unrecognizable breasts.  “Go on… Touch it!”

       Hesitantly reaching out, lightly fingering the swollen, reddish mound stretching Amy’s spread labia folds apart, sliding her fingernail back and forth across the taut flesh, the nurse slowly shakes her head as she feels it quiver under her touch.

       “Sensitive.”  He smirks.  “Hypersensitive… That’s what the initial injection was for… before the solution was pumped in to fill it out… Just like her tits… These nipples…. Ultra sensitive when she’s fully awakened!”        

       Slipping his hand off her grapefruit sized breast, stepping a little forward, he nudges the nurse.  “Feel this tit, squeeze it… Pinch the nipple.”

       Glancing toward the Doctor’s smirking grin, slipping her hand around the outer global base of Amy’s obscenely bulging breast, she steps closer to the bed, lets her other hand slide from between Amy’s thighs, reaches across and grips her fingers around the inner portion of the same breast.  Stretching her fingers, thumbs into a circle, their tips lack inches of touching as her hands surround the taut round melon as she forces her hands together into the almost solid flesh.

       “Ga… God!”  She stutters!  “It feels like a bowling ball!”

       “Yea… Looks like one too!”  He grins as he taps the tip of the still oozing nipple pointing straight up off the translucently stretched areola.  “Feel this… Try to pinch it!”

       Leaning even closer, glancing down toward Amy’s blank stare, she slips her right hand up over the taut round globe, grips the swollen, hard nub of the tan nipple between her fingernail and thumbnail.

       “Damn!”  She utters, staring at the flesh between her finger, thumb as she tries to twist, tug it.  “It’s as hard as a rock, too!... Damn!”

       Tilting his head, nodding, he steps toward the door as the nurse follows.  Their backs to the bed, he mutters.  “Those tits and clit will stay like that all day…. After twenty-four hours or so, the solution will dissolve… She’ll be back to normal… No worse for wear.”

       Glancing back toward the bed, toward the almost caricature appearance of Amy’s naked body sprawled across the white bedspread, the nurse grins.  “Let me guess… You’re not going to tell her, are you?”

       “Actually… Yes and no!”  He smiles.  “You see… I’m going to let her worry for a few hours… Let the guests play with them for a session or two this afternoon after she’s auctioned again… Maybe this evening…  Then maybe let her try to sleep tonight… Then let her think I can keep them like that permanently… Or, see what she’s willing to do… How far she’ll go to be put back to normal!”

       “That’s evil, Doc!”

       “Yes… I know.”  He smiles as they shut the door behind them.  “Better yet, just a touch on those tits or her clit will be painful enough… Who knows what’s planned for them in her next sessions after her auction again.”