The Sum of Her Parts

1. Blood in the Water

There was a man standing on the street corner.  He was inconspicuous to most people but Molly saw him well.  She didn’t know whether to run or to beg the Don for mercy.  She decided running was futile. 

Molly was an attractive thirty five year old divorcee with 15yo and 13yo daughters. She was a slim woman normal in every way except for her breasts.   She was a 38DDD but, for breasts that size, they maintained a great deal of poise and bounce. Molly loved them.  They made her feel like a woman even though they killed her back.  Today she was dressed in a conservative black pantsuit but it could barely contain her golden globes. 

The man began walking over casually toward her and Molly made a split second decision.  She walked right toward him took his arm as if there were long lost lovers and asked him to lead the way.  The stunned wise guy guided her over a block or two across the cobblestone in the ancient Turkish city of Ankara that Molly now worked in.  They got in the Mercedes. 

“Why did you come to me so freely?”

“I believe the Don is merciful and patient man,” said Molly.  She was used to being able to talk herself out of things. 

The wiseguy handed her an iphone and told her to hit play.  She watched the video in horror as a woman begging and trying to talk her way out of her transgression had her feet being held inside a mold as cement was poured around them.  In a moment Molly could tell the footage was being shot below deck of a ten million dollar yacht. 

The footage was jumpy but the next few minutes showed the woman bent over and being raped from behind.  She screamed and screamed, not at the rape, but because she now knew what came next.

The camera moved from under the deck to on the deck.  It was a pristine day with the perfectly blue sky and the turquoise waters.  The camera peered over the edge and you could see that the water was not deep by the sight of two scuba divers near the bottom.  It was maybe twenty feet.  It was then that the sharks swam into view. 

The camera turned as the naked cement-footed girl was carried up to the deck.  When she was placed on the deck she stood there for a long moment until the Don walked into the picture.  The girl screamed and begged and cried.

“There is no mercy. Throw her to the sharks.”

Without hesitation the two wiseguys who had raped her picked her up and got her over he edge of the railing.

“Any last words you whoring slut?”

“She just begged as they pulled knives and cut some long gashes in her arms and legs.  Then she was overboard sinking rapidly to the bottom.  The camera view switched to the bottom of the ocean.  It must have been being shot by the scuba divers.  The first shark, attracted by the blood, attacked right at her shoulder.

Molly screamed and held the camera away.

“Watch,” the wiseguy ordered.  Molly cried and watched the woman being torn apart limb by limb so quickly that it all happened while she was alive.  The screen went blank.

“Still wanna beg for mercy?”

“Please please let me go.”

“I am afraid I cannot do that.”

“You can’t do this, you can’t feed me to sharks.”

“The Don is not a forgiving man. The good news for you is that I do not work for him.  I work for another man who will give you freedom from your well-deserved fate.”

“Yes, yes, please.”

“Wait you have not heard the terms. He wants you to agree to be trained as a palace slave and the serve him for all your days.”

Molly had no idea what he was talking about.  But the deal did not include sharks and so she impulsively agreed again. 

He made a sharp right turn and then explained that she would live in a posh spa/harem like world with pools and flowing waters and every sensual delight known to man.  However the Spa, as he called it, was attached, through a luxurious marble archway with giant wooden door, to another world.  It was the doorway to a much darker world.   A woman would be changed in there he explained. She would become a creation both beautiful and sexual at the hands of the Sultan. 

“I will do it.”

The man then stabbed her with a needle. 

2. The Spa

Molly awoke in the most splendid tropical room she had ever seen.  It was like a king’s palace very reminiscent of Turkey in the thirteen century.   Pools at different levels lapped easily one into the other.   Giant palms filed the upper half of the cavernous room.  The tile work was intricate and staggering.  It was the Spa her abductor/savior had told her of.  She looked around and sure enough spied a marble arch covering a large wooden set of doors.  All around beautiful girls bathed and pampered other women.

A girl brought a tray of dates and olives to Molly.  Molly was hungry and took them gratefully.  When she was done the girl began to undress her.  Molly was startled but let her proceed.  Her blouse fell off her huge breasts.  The girl raised Molly up to her feet and slowly brought down her pants.  Again Molly did not object because she had been told what lay beyond the marble archway.  She did not want to disobey anything.

The girl led her to a large pool and gently sat her on the stairs.  She leaned her back and began to wash her hair.  It was so soft and sensual.  The water was warm and silky.  It was Paradise for sure.  The girl soaped her body and washed the residue off with a sponge.  After a length time of cleansing and peacefulness the girl, who introduced herself as Slut IV, placed her in a luxurious terrycloth robe on Molly and then led her to a little alcove in this warm and inviting setting. Molly saw several women being pampered by their “slut” girls as well as she passed by a few of the endless pools and what looked like steam rooms. 

She began to relax but then it got a bit weird.  The girl sat Molly at a table that had a dial like the ones on a weigh scale.  She took Molly’s breasts out of the robe and placed one on the large surface.  Molly watched the dial rise and shake about before coming to rest at 12 pounds.  She was amazed.  No wonder she had a bad back.  The other breast weighed 11 pounds.  “They sure wanna know about these,” Molly said trying to start a conversation.

“You have no idea. All measurements are taken on a daily basis.  I need to measure the length and diameter of each please.”  Molly leaned further onto the table.  The girl took her breast by the brown areola and gently pulled the breast further along the table.  They were 16” long from breastbone to nipple.

“You are here for a special purpose you know that right?”

“I just know I owed a lot of money.”

“The Sultan has sought you out and the word is that he has sought someone like you to be his very own.  It will be very difficult though, he must somehow know that you are strong of mind.”

Another woman, topless and in silk genie bottoms, came into the area and touched Slut IV on the shoulder.  Slut IV rose and then gently brought Molly to her feet.  She lead Molly along the edge of the pools and toward the giant wooden door under the marble arch.  Molly was scared and began to stop moving forward.  The girl whispered “the less you resist, when you are able, the better it will be. They have the Don’s direct dial phone number.  They are not afraid to use it.”  Molly peed herself.

They stopped at the doors which began to swing open.  “I leave you here,” Slut IV  said.  Molly was left standing alone. These were not normal doors or even oversized normal doors.  They were the kind of two wooden doors that horse carriages could ride through on the outside wall of a castle.  It made her feel very small and very vulnerable. 

3. Hanging by a Thread

The doors opened to a huge stone chamber like a Turkish Middle Ages castle.  It was very authentic Molly knew.  It was probably the real thing.  Light poured in from the upper part of the cavern. A booming echoing voice said “Step Forward Molly.  Molly slowly made her way to the middle of the room when a giant red dot was on the stone floor.  “You shall henceforth be know as Slave Slut XXXIII.

“Yes sir.”

“You must be transformed into a willing and pleasing sight to the Sultan do you understand that?”

“I’m scared.”

“We can call the Don if you prefer.”

“No. No. No. Please.”

“We shall start with your breasts.”

A wooden door rose into the rocks revealing a much smaller room. Two men in ancient looking leather battle dress appeared and guided her into the room.  Her hands we quickly and expertly bound behind her back. “Please Molly said.”  The guard just smiled.  A pair of smooth stainless steel rings began to descend from a pulley from near the ceiling.  They stopped right in front of her breasts.

Molly screamed and tried to run but the guards pulled her back into place.

The one guard carefully took one of the stainless steel rings and opened it in half like a handcuff.   It was perfect to close around the base of a breast.  They we very large but Slut IV had taken Molly’s measurements and they therefore knew the size of her enormous breasts.  The guard first oiled her breasts for over five minutes each.  He worked the oil into deep to her fleshy orbs.  Then he took the first ring and placed it around the base of her right breast.  It was quite loose.  Then he did the same with the second breast – again the ring was pretty large. 

Molly could no longer see the rings which had been fastened around her breasts but the guard could see just fine.  Each ring had three little eye bolts and he attached three solid hooks to them. These hooks were attached to lengths of metal chain that now hung freely below Molly oiled tits.    The chains were attached to the pulley and then everyone including Molly knew what was coming.

Slowly the chain rose and the slack was taken up.  In a few moments it was taut.  The guard moved in again.  As the pulley rose the chains began to pull and the rings slid along Molly’s breasts.  The guard made sure they stayed perfectly aligned.  The modification could not be random.

Soon the rings had traveled along Molly’s tits until they ran into solid compressed titmeat and could go no further. Her tits looked like golf tees with a ball on top.  Now that the forward movement of the rings was stopped by the titmeat the pulley began to raise Molly onto her tip toes.  When she was on her very tip toes, like a ballerina, the pulley stopped.  Everything went dark and silent. She heard the footsteps go through the doorway and the door close.  The pain was as real as the tingling numbness in her breasts.  Every minute seemed like an hour.  What were they doing to her?  A half hour later the guard came in with a flaming torch and confirmed that her tits were now a deep purple.  It was last Molly saw of anyone for three hours.

Led roughly out of the pitch darkness, Molly was lead back to the wooden door to the Turkish Spa and was greeted by Slut IV.  Molly could hardly walk because every step jiggled her badly damaged, and still purple, tits.  Slut IV explained that she would take care of Molly and be her one-on-one nurse and caregiver.  So Slut IV slowly led Molly, now known as Slave Slut XXXIII, toward the pool.  She led her to the stairs and into the water.  She tipped Molly on her back and gently supported her as she floated motionless in the pool.  Slut IV looked down at Molly’s breasts.  They were bruised for sure but there was no other damage visible – not yet.  Slut IV knew it was coming though.  She had been there long enough and had seen a world of damage.  How much more it must be for ‘the chosen one’.

She gently stroked Molly’s hair and placed the smallest of kisses on her lips.  Molly’s eyes opened.  She was not gay but a gentle touch was what she absolutely needed right now.  She imagined she would be forced to kiss a lot of women, in fact her imagination had been running wild.  Virtually hanging by your tits, supported only by your tip toes, for three hours in the pitch dark gave you lots of time to think about what they might do to you.

She slowly opened her eyes and asked Slave IV what they were doing to her breasts.

“I am not allowed to tell you much because the anticipation is a big part of the process.”  She leaned lean in “But I can tell you the this the Sultan has very specific physical requirements so it’s likely he is adjusting your breasts.  Slave IV chose the word “adjusting” carefully.  She could have used destroying, stretching or torturing just as easily.

Molly drifted back to a semi conscious state the way one would when getting a massage.  She knew anticipation was the wrong word.  She would dread what was to come but she would anticipate it.  That sounded like looking forward to something you don’t like.  That made no sense.

Molly spent the night cradled in the arms of Slut IV.  It was not sexual really.  It was nurturing.  She had a feeling she was going to need this on a regular basis.  It was calming and reassuring.

4. Clubbed

The next day Slut IV was given the signal and she walked Molly toward the Castle doorway.  “Stay strong in your mind, they can’t take that.” Slut IV whispered. 

“Do you choose to continue?” the booming voice asked when she got inside.  “We are all about choice after all. There is nothing that we do in here that you cannot stop if you say the word..”

“I don’t know.”

Do you choose to continue or shall we have you delivered to the Don??”

Molly knew she had no choice.  She simply nodded.  It was this or the sharks taking away one limb at a time.

First she was taken to the tit stretching room that she was in yesterday and hung onto her tiptoes by the smooth metal rings.  Again she was left there for hours.  She could actually feel her tits loosen and allow her to return a fraction of the way to being flat footed.  But her tits burned and a tear fell down her cheek. And it continued for days this way until Molly felt little pain at all.  One day her tits released allowed her to stand flat footed.  Molly knew that her tits were being slowly stretched. 

On the day that she finally stood flat footed two guards came in and she was taken out to a very bright courtyard.  She could hardly she where she was as her eyes refused to adjust.  When they did she could see a half dozen of the guards seemingly doing real battle with each other with spears and swords but she then heard that they were laughing and joking all the while.

In the middle of the yard stood a large piece of thinly cut timber that looked to be a rougher homemade version of a 4x8 foot sheet of plywood.  She was led toward it. The thing about this sheet of timber was that two holes were cut into it about half way up.  She then saw the sheet of wood was actually two pieces hinged together.  Molly knew by their size what the two holes were for. Her tits would hang out on the other side of a large board that separated her from them.  She was terrified.  Those guards were playing with swords and spears.

The guard did not bind her hands.  There was no need.  She would be bound by her breasts and could not cause any annoyance to the guards from this side of the board.  All she could do, and naturally would do would be to push against the board trying to get away.  All this would do however would be to stretch her own tits. 

It took the help of an extra guard to get the squirming Molly’s tits into the tit stocks.  As the top half of the eight foot tall wooden sheet was shut it met the bottom and a huge sheet of wood was created with Molly’s huge badly bruised tits hanging out the other side.  It truly terrified Molly who peed herself again.  At least with the stretching of her tits she could see what they were doing with the rings when they were getting set up.  Now she was just pinned to the one side of board unable to see or do anything.

She was just left standing there. Totally naked and pressed face-first into a sheet of wood all she could do was imagine the worst things they would do to her beloved breasts.   Suddenly the board began to rotate forward and in a moment Molly was lying face down with her tits hanging through the board below her.  Now she could look around and see four guards who stood at the corners of the board holding it up.    Behind them a couple of guards leisurely swung pieces of wood like baseball bats.  They then lifted her into the air and placed the large sheet of wood she was attached to on some kind of raised stand.  Although the board had been raised she was stilling lying flat on her belly with her tits hanging freely below.  She couldn’t see anything. She wanted to cry but thought of the Don and steeled herself against whatever was to come. 

She felt two sets of hands taking her badly bruised tits and beginning to rub them  with oil.  She couldn’t tell if it felt bad or good but she was glad that at least it was close enough to pleasure to allow her to focus on that.

She wondered…there are few works to describe what her left hanging tit felt like a few seconds later. It was as if she had been punched in the tit with the fist of Hercules.  She put two and two together and knew right away someone was taking batting practice on her tit.  She panicked and tried to pull away but there was nowhere her tits would let her go.   She knew the reality was that her downward pointing and swinging tit had just been hit hard and would be hit again.  Pain was shooting through her tit in way that could only roughly compare to child-birth.  Then came the next blow. It was the same tit. And the next blow and the next.  She had never felt anything like it nor could she have expected too.  The pain was blunt and vicious.

Her other tit received the same blow seconds later with the guards arguing about who had the smoothest swing.  Swing after swing drove her tits so hard they slammed up and into the wooden sheet she lay on the other side of.   It went on for about ten minutes until they had to give Molly smelling salts to revive her.  All she could feel was a throbbing agonizing pain and burning.  Surely her tits were destroyed by now.  What did they plan for them.  She almost didn’t want to know.

Before she could give it anymore thought the board began to move again.  In a matter off moments she was standing straight up again still separated from her tits by the piece of wood with the two holes cut out.

The main guard leaned into her.  “Your tits need injections.  We could use needles but we have tipped the end of darts with the substance the King wishes used.”

“No,” Molly cried. “Please”

“Do you wish to quit?”

“What happens if I do?”

“I do not know.  I just know that whatever they have promised they will do. So do you wish to quit?”

“No,” she cried

The guard put a set of ear phones on Molly’s head.  They played sweet classical music into her ears.  But now she could not only not see her tits, she couldn’t hear anything either.  Not knowing was the torture. It was the way they mixed the old with the new – when it caused maximum fear or torture.

Molly’s tits sagged and hung very low presenting a target of about 12” by 18” each.

The bruising was intense and a yellowish milky discharge dripped from her nipples.  For minutes and minutes nothing happened.  Molly was in constant fear and full of tension. 

The first dart hit Molly’s left tit right up near the top where the tit hung out from the hole.  It hurt like hell.  There was nothing more for a few minutes until she felt the  burning start near the place the dart hit.  The burning and pain rapidly increased until it felt like a hot poker was being pressed onto that part of her titmeat.  Then the next dart hit.  It hurt but all the intense hurt was focused on the burning from the first dart. Again there was nothing more for a few minutes.  This second dart had hit the other tit up high too and the area, about the size of silver dollar, was burning her up. She didn’t hear her own screams through the classical music.

The next dart hit the globe of her hanging tit.  The darts were so sharp they planted themselves firmly in the jiggling meat.  The darts continued to come until Molly could tell that both of her tits were fully on fire.  She could also faintly tell that that they we tightening up.  Something was happening.  It felt as if a bra were being put on her reliving the weight of the hanging tits.  What she could not see was that her tits were massively swelling.  Bee Venom had done the trick and the tits had just about turned into flaming red balls. Nothing was sagging now.  In fact, her internal titmeat was trying to push its way through the skin.  She passed out and as a result was hanging by her tits which were still in the stocks. 

5. Tits in a Wringer

Molly awoke being wheeled face up down the hallway of a modern looking sanitized hallway.  She recognized the smell.  Hospital.  Had she been rescued and was now being rushed for treatment?  Despite the Don she prayed that she was in place of safety even if for only a short time.

Her illusion was undone when she realized someone was holding her hand.  She looked up and it was Slut IV.  “Where am I?” she managed to whisper.  Instead of an answer her hand was just squeezed a bit tighter.  She was wheeled into a small room which had metal on the walls and which had just room for her gurney to be placed next to a chair that looked like a dentist’s chair.  She looked around and saw a few frightening looking medical tools.  She peed herself and began to cry.  Slave IV held her hand tighter.  The medical people came in and moved Molly from the gurney to the chair.  They strapped her in.  Around the calves and thighs, the waist and just below where her hard round breasts stood out from her rib cage.

A doctor dressed just like a surgeon with his face behind a surgical mask came and matter of factly poked and prodded around her breasts.  Molly looked in terror at Slut IV.  “Please help me her eyes said.” 

“Slut suck me off.”  Slut IV did not hesitate.  She dropped to her knees and removed the surgeons cock from his scrubbies and began to expertly suck it to life.  The doctor lifted a Cannulae off the tray.  It was horrifying looking.  It looked like a giant needle about three feet long.  The needle part was about the diameter of  a pencil and so was the sharp hollow part at the end. Molly had no idea what it was but she peed herself at the very thought of the thing being used on her.

Slut IV had the surgeon’s cock well down her throat.  He was getting close to cumming when he stopped her. “I’m gonna cum in the hole in her tit.”  With that he told Slut IV to do up the last straps binding Molly’s hands to the arms of the chair.  As she did so the doctor began to play with the Cannulae.  Molly’s eyes bulged and she screamed.  That finalized the doctor’s decision.  He nodded to Slut IV and she knew what she had to do.  In a moment a large ballgag was in Molly’s mouth. 

Two nurses entered the room.  They wore surgical masks, push up bras and stilettos and that was all.  The doctor gestured to the tray beside him.  One of them handed him a scalpel.  Molly screamed through her ballgag.  She peed. She pleaded with her eyes.  The doctor took her left tits in his hand and cut a half inch line on the underside of the her tit.  Some blood came out but not too much.  Then he took the Cannulae and stuck in hard into the hole he had just made in the skin of her tit..  It went in about 8 inches into her massive, and now swollen, tits.  Then he began to move the tip around by moving the eighteen inch end that stuck out of her tit back and forth violently.  It was clear the implanted rod was doing terrible damage to the fatty meat of her tit. 

Molly was squirming and making all the noise she could.  She was clearly writhing in pain.  When the doctor attached the vacuum hose to the Cannulae what he was doing became clear. He was liposuctioning the titmeat that had been tenderized by hanging by them, hitting them with the bats and injecting the drugs in the darts.   He was going to permanently make her breasts empty sacs of skin.

What Molly could not know is that fully emptying her breast was a process that would be painful in the extreme and take months.  When Molly got back to The Spa after the first day of treatment she came to consciousness in a beautiful round bed with cushions and the finest sheets made of Egyptian cotton.  She was laying the comfortable arms of Slut IV.  Remembering she looked down at her tits and saw they were heavily and tightly bandaged.

“It’s to keep the swelling down,” Slut IV said.

“So now they want the swelling down.” Molly tried to smile.

“But the good news is that you are to stay here in The Spa for the next three weeks while you heal up. And I am to tend to your every need.”

With that she rose and wheeled an IV rack across the room and inserted a needle into Molly’s arm.  She turned the tap and the clear liquid began to flow into Molly.  “It will help you to relax but maybe not in the way you think.”

An exhausted Molly just closed her eyes and thought “Whatever.”

When she opened her eyes again Slut IV was between her legs working magic with her tongue. Molly had never been with a girl but for some reason she was very turned on by it.  She felt more horny than she had ever been and the climax Slut IV gave her was mind-blowing.  The slut lifted her head and explained that it was the drug that was relaxing her inhibitions and making her so horny.  “It is how they get you to do half the things you have to do in here.”

A few months later Molly was wheeled back into the hospital.  She had been in the clinic for follow up sessions of liposuction but this time she was being lead into a room with a variety of machines that looked like they might be for rehab or for exercise.

She was seated at one that looked like a nautilus exerciser.  She sat up straight in the seat and an arm was swung around the front of her.  It was like a roller and it was put to the underside of her now very saggy tits right where they met he rib cage.  Then another arm was swung down on the top of her saggies.  It looked like a roller too.  Slut IV began to rub oil into the Molly’s tits which we very close to healed now.  When she was complete the doctor came over and adjusted the rollers.  “These will flatten you tits.”

Molly began to cry but she had resigned herself to the destruction of her tits over the last few weeks.  She just hoped the pain would not be too bad.  The rollers automatically pushed together flattening the tits at that starting point near her ribs.  Then they began to roll slowly and excruciatingly working their way out toward the nipples of the nearly empty tit bags.  But they stopped about a third of the way there. The remaining two thirds of each tit was bulging as the rollers pressed everything forward.  The doctor came around in front of her.  “This is going to hurt a bit, well actually a lot.”  He took her right tit in his hand and Slut IV obediently handed him a large marker.  Holding Molly’s tit he drew a line from one side to the other just under the nipple.  Then he did the same with the other breast. He handed the marker back to the slut and she in turn handed him a large scalpel.  Her eyes met with Molly’s and they said sorry.

The doctor took the first tit and cut deeply into the place where he had drawn the line.  This was no surface cut. It was meant go through the outer lining of the tits altogether.  Molly was beside herself  in pain.  She screamed so loudly that Slut IV was forced to place a ballgag in her mouth once again.  Once both tits had been surgically cut wide open the doctor gave the signal.

Molly knew what was going to happen even though she was too frantic to really think it through.  When the rollers rolled and crushed her titmeat and pushed it forward toward her nipples everything still left in her tits could be pushed out the deep gashes the doctor had cut.  And it worked just as Molly thought.  As the rollers rolled forward fat and other tissues began to drip and then pour out of her tits.  Molly could see behind the rollers and see that the tits were now completely flat like a pancake.  The last of her beautiful breasts were pouring onto the ground.  She was going to be left with two low hanging flaps of skin with a nipples.  How could anyone find that attractive?

Once they were done they started yet again with the roller tighter to get the last little remnants of her titmeat squeezed out.  Molly passed out from both the pain and because she went into the shock.  Mentally and physically it was just too much.  One thing was for sure though. Her tits were rapidly becoming empty sacs of nothing. 

Molly awoke once again in The Spa and in bed with Slut IV.  Her entire upper body was encased in bandages and so she could not see the sorry state of her breasts.  She knew they hurt and throbbed with every breath she took.  Slut IV told her that she would once again have several weeks to recover her in The Spa.  It was such a different world out here.  She yearned for it when she wasn’t there and treasured it when she was.  Today she could do neither.

6. I’ll Cut you a New One

Two months later Molly and her saggy and empty tits had completely recovered.  She was now serving as a temporary Slut in the Spa alongside Slut IV.  As a slut she had to service all the Royal’s physical needs no matter how demented while as a full  Slave Slut she had had to do that as well as suffer tortures, training and modification.  She greatly welcomed the diminished role.

Molly was brutally ass fucked with cocks, fists and every form of dildo and even rodent imaginable.  She and Slut IV regularly performed and served together.   Tonight fisting was considered to be not enough and Slut IV’s foot was being greased for a footing of Molly.  The Royals demanded that she get in past the ankle.  With a lot of pain and grunting and pushing her foot popped into Molly’s destroyed asshole.  One of the Royals grabbed Slut IV’s calf and began thrusting a fair amount of it into Molly.  Molly could only cry and, of course, peed herself.

So it went for weeks.  Every single day brought a new debauchery with imaginations so wicked as to risk permanently harming or even killing the Slut’s in question.  The girls knew one thing.  None of these perverts cared a damn about the damage they were inflicting.

The Sultan got word of it and arrived one night in the middle of the festivities.  Tonight Molly was propped straight up by a four foot pole with a huge dildo on the end.  Her feet did not even touch the floor.  He womb and insides bore the whole weight.  The Sultan was not pleased and demanded that all the Royals who were part of it all be locked up for the night and that privileges be revoked.  He walked up to Molly and had two of his guards take her gently down. 

He then had her brought back to his palatial quarters and had her treated like a princess.  It went on for a few weeks.  Molly was pampered in every way.  Perhaps her testing was done and she was indeed chosen in some way.  One thing she knew is that the Sultan loved her empty baggy tits.  He called them his treasured gifts and fucked them every day.  Somehow this seemed to make it all seem worthwhile to Molly.  Perhaps it was the months of training, perhaps it was the liberation drugs constantly pumped into her system but Molly was determined as well as constantly horny.  If she gave all, he told her, she would be his princess.  And she believed him.

One day she could feel the wetness between her legs even as the she was led, her legs bound into the stirrups on a gurney, down an elevator and through a long sanitized smelling hallway.  The Sultan had told her this was the way she would become his princess. 

She saw a set of heavy stainless steel doors ahead but had absolutely no idea what lay beyond them. Then she saw - it was an operating room.  It looked just like a normal operating room, at least the ones she saw on TV.  Up above there were glass windows with a couple of dozen Royals watching the procession.  Once they came to a stop in the middle of the room under a large bank of lights, a stunning nurse dressed only in a shelf bra that exposed her entire breasts and stilettos stepped forward.  Her surgical mask covered most of her face but her eyes were riveted to Molly.  She carefully undid the bonds around her legs and lifted them off the stirrups and onto the gurney.  To male nurses, also scantily dressed, removed the stirrups from the table altogether.   Four doctors and nurses, Molly recognized some of them from her torture and modification sessions, lifter her onto what had to be the operating table.  Molly panicked and pulled at her bonds.  She screamed “No. No.No.”  Fear had overtaken a deep need to please.

Unlike past sessions the doctors and nurses did not make fun and mock her. She settled down when she saw the Sultan came in.  His words were slow and soft.  “You may leave this place today if you chose.  You have served and given pleasure well.  But if you do you will not hear from or see me again.  All I ask is that if you choose to stay you give yourself fully and completely to me until death do us part.”  Molly froze at the words.

But how could she go home now?  The Don was still waiting. A surprising thought came to mind.  She longed to be in the Turkish Spa with Slut IV tending to her and stroking her softly. No, for better or worse, the Don was worse.  She would put it all in the hands of the Sultan.  It was the easiest thing to do and she believed he meant what he said.

“As you wish Sir.”  Molly was sincere.  “I give all that I am and will be to you.  Use me as you wish.”

Molly had barely gotten those words out when a hot bra clad anesthesiologist nurse placed the mask over her face. “Count backwards from a hundred Slave Slut XXXIII”

“99…98..97……..” Molly was unconscious.

The Surgeon, fully and properly dressed in hospital scrubbies spoke to the Sultan and the to the audience.  “The procedure will take about two hours.  When it is complete the slave will have a modification that has never been tried before.  All sensation-causing nerve ends will continue to function after they have been condensed and pressed together around the surgery.

“Scalpel.” The first naked nurse presented it to him.  He made a quick incision.

“Abdominal Muscle cutting knife.”  The nurse handed him something that looked like a pointed saw.  He went to work with it.  It was hard work and continued until he said “Through.  Slut Nurse stretch and expand the hole.”  The naked nurse inserted two fingers into the hole and began going back and forth as if she were finger fucking it. 

When Molly awoke she was disoriented and badly dehydrated.  AN IV had already been placed in her arm.  It contained a hydrating fluid as well as the liberation drug. Her hips moved slowly trying get her clit in contact with anything.  She was not capable of much movement but she was trying and the doctor made a note of that in her chart. “How long have I been asleep,” Molly asked. 

“Twenty one days.”

Molly was stunned. 

“It was time to bring you out because you are close to ready and because the Sultan could wait no longer to see and use you.”  The memories started flooding back into Molly’s head. What had they done to her.  She tried to lift her head and look but became so dizzy as the effort she had to lie her head back.  She saw that her tits were in some form of stretching device and had IV’s running directly into them.  But they did seem to be intact –even if flat and empty. 

“You will have to be frozen for the time being – not so you can avoid pain, but to keep you from moving to much.”

Molly saw the Sultan enter the room and one of the slave nurses was holding his huge erect cock in her hand.  It was already dripping precum.  He stood before her and said “Good girl.  May I use you?’

Molly was afraid but so stoned on the liberation drug that there was nothing she wanted more.  “Slave Nurse VIII use your tongue and saliva to make her wet because she cannot feel anything to make her own juices run.  The nurse did so and was surprised that Molly was already quite wet.  Nonetheless she worked on her cunt for several minutes before declaring it ready.”

The Sultan stepped forward, and the Slut Nurse guided his cock to the entrance of Molly’s cunt.  With little resistance it slide into Molly’s cunt.  It felt good and he was very excited.  No one had ever had a fuck like this before.  No one ever.  As he moved in and out of her a Slut Nurse cranked a wheel and raised up Molly’s bed so that she was propped up.  The tit stretching devices were removed to give her a perfect view of her own pussy.  But all she could see was the Sultan fucking her.  In fact the only thing that indicated that any kind of modification had taken place was a towel across her belly.  Then as she saw Sultan arch back and gasp she saw the towel move.

The Sultan tossed it off.  He had to see this.  At first everything looked normal to Molly.  Then she saw it.  Just above he public hair the business end of his cock shot up and out of the abdomen.  Eight inches up.  And again and again.  She had a new entrance and exit to her cunt.  There was a second cunthole just above her pubic hair on her lower abdomen.  And she could tell from the stretching of his cock that it was a small hole.

He drove and drove his cock through both holes shooting a load of cum all over her stomach and tits.  The slave nurse quickly liked it up and snowballed it to a surprisingly turned on Molly.  The doctor was next.  His cock was even bigger than the Sultans and although she could not feel it directly she could tell by the pushing against her body that he was having a harder time getting to through.  He looked at the slut nurse who got a jar of Vaseline and lubricated her stomach cunt.  That did the trick and the doctors huge cock exploded through the hole.  Molly saw at least ten inches sticking up from her pubic hair.  It went back down and then up eleven inches this time and as it reached it’s peek he shot cum so far that the shortest spurt landed  well up on her neck.

Molly already knew.  She could deny it all she wanted but she knew right then she was totally turned on. Such was the power of the liberation drug.  Molly realized that she could be fucked from one hole to the other or the other way around.

7. More Surgery

The second surgery took place about a month later when Molly’s body could withstand it.  This surgery was designed to solve a problem with the first surgery.  Like the last time Molly had not been told anything except that this time she knew there was going to be a procedure.  She could tell by the increased visits from the doctor.  Although he was casual about it Molly knew that he was observing her very carefully.  Her new cunt was healed nicely and so that could not be the object of his attention.

The sensations on the roof of her cunt were as strong as ever if not more so.  Her G-Spot had been thrust forward more prominently in that first operation.  Two fingers working from either hole, or bet yet both, could bring her to orgasm no matter how much she resisted which she seldom did.  The Sultan fucked her cunt holes every day and the doctor did so just as often.  Much of the time Slut IV’s mouth was getting fucked as it was pounded by a cock coming out of one hole or the other.  Slave IV told Molly it was the horniest she had ever been.

As she lay on the operating table the doctor and the Sultan looked at each other.  This was going to be taking her pledge of commitment to the very extreme.  The Sultan nodded.  This mistake was to be fixed.  The surgery took four hours and actually involved two doctors.  One was an outsider. He was a doctor they managed to discover who had an enormous debt to the mob, just like they had discovered Molly.  He was bribed with a huge amount of money, enough to pay his debt, plus he was given the use of any of the sluts.  Of course it was a one-day deal.  They had taken extreme precautions in bringing him in.  In his city he was driven, blindfolded in four separate cars to a private grass-runway airfield and flown to an old field on the outskirts of this city and then driven in four cars to the complex. The airstrips were unregulated so there was no list of flights or flight plans filed.  This trip was off the grid.

The doctor was a man of many fetishes and he actually requested a blow job when he was briefed on the operation.  Most the bets had been that he would puke at what he was about to do.  Instead he came with minutes.  The problem with the first operation was access.  It was easy to spread the slave’s legs and fuck her through her original cunt hole and out the other.  But fucking her the other way was hard because her legs were in the way.  If she was mounted from above it was hard to get good position fucking from the new hole and out the old one.  Her legs had to go.  The stumps had to be tiny or better yet non-existent.  This was major surgery.

Molly had no idea what she would awake to but anything was better than a pair of cement shoes. Almost.  Molly first began to regain consciousness forty days later when the sleeping drugs were lessened sufficiently.  At her first recognition of what had been done she became hysterical with a capital H.  It was a good thing her arms were retrained to the bed.  Over the next couple of days, as the reality sunk in, she knew that going forward going with the flow was the only choice she had.  This was now her life.  She had no freedom anyway and this was simply the ultimate form of bondage. In any case it was better to lose her legs this way than to have them ripped from her by a shark.

The Sultan was doing all he could to ease the transition that she would have to undergo.  Over the next week a series of sluts were brought everyday and they took turns licking her original cunthole and clit.  With the help of the heavy IV drip of the liberation drug she came and came.  There was nothing else to do or to focus on.  It helped to keep the life changing modification that her body had undergone off her mind for short periods of time. She was angry at herself: How can I think about sex?  She was angry at the Sultan: You always gave me hope of returning to a normal life but you’ve taken that away forever. 

This morning was the time for her to see her stumps.  She had been sat up in the bed, strapped into place and a ball gag was put in her mouth. No one wanted to hear the screaming that was coming.  The doctor came in.  Molly looked around for the Sultan. Just as she looked he made his way around the corner with a group of the Sluts.  Uncharacteristically all the topless sluts wore long genie type pants. 

The Sultan was sweet and reassuring of his devotion and commitment to her.  Molly wondered, if that was true, where had he been all this time, but she dared not ask.  She was just glad he was there now.  He stroked her arm and leaned down and gave her a kiss on her ball gagged mouth.  She wished she could return it.  That made her mad at herself all over again.

Everyone went silent.  It was time for the reveal.  So far Molly’s entire lower body had been wrapped in bandages.  Even when the doctor came in to check on her she had not been allowed to see. 

Slowly a Slut Nurse who had been around since the operation raised the bed so Molly lay at an angle that allowed her to see the bottom part of her body.  Her lowermost parts did not reach the fold in the mattress. Had they reached the fold the bandages could not have been unwrapped easily.  Slowly the doctor began to unwrap the bandages.  It took a long time but Molly was glad she did not see any dried blood on them. 

When the bandage finally unwound until there was only one layer to be undone Molly could see the silhouette.  As predicted she began to attempt to scream and scream.  She had known what had been done of course but seeing it now freaked her right out.  The last layer came off to the gasps of everyone in the room except the doctor and the Sultan. 

What Molly saw when she regrouped and could look down was that there was no evidence of legs left. No even any stumps. She had been amputated diagonally from her crouch right up to her hips along the line that a high toped bikini would follow.    What it mean that from her hip bones down Molly was shaped like a perfect triangle with her pussy lips being the lowest point.  It was too much and Molly passed out.  She was quickly brought back with smelling salts.  The IV containing the liberation drug was opened to full.  Molly could feel the effects of the drug but her humiliation, at having all these people look upon her this way, seemed to outweigh everything.

A soft brace U shaped support was placed around the back of Molly’s head and then a threaded rod was attached to it.  Slowly it was turned and began pushing Molly’s head forward and down. Slowly her face was forced down so that her only view was of the her cunt and the handiwork the doctors had done. Everyone left the room and left Molly to herself. On his way out the Sultan kissed the top of her head. 

Once alone Molly though of her predicament.  No legs and two cuntholes.  She was being formed into a human fuck toy.  She knew what was coming - being passed around at parties.  Being stood upright by a large dildo up her pussy.  She thought the Sultan had saved her from that.  He had only made it more possible.

8. Molly’s Daughter

What she did not expect was who walked into the room next.  It was her thirteen year old daughter Melissa.  Melissa was lead by a collar around her neck which was attached to a long pole held by one of the guards.  She wore a long tunic through which you could see the tiny points of her breasts.  Maggie was horrified.  Melissa could see not only here amputation but her large flattened breasts as well.

The humiliation was only brief however.  Molly had been pumped totally full of the liberation drug and she was unable to feel anything but horny.  She looked upon her daughter and the lines became blurred. In a moment she knew she was not alone.   “They filled me with the drug mom. I am sorry.  They are telling me to do things and I cannot stop.” Tears rolled down her cheeks. Molly nodded, she really did understand.

Melissa was loosed by the guard who caught everything on video.  The Sultan and others watch on a giant screen TV.  Every man had an erection and each was being sucked by a Slut as they lounged back. Melissa gently removed her mother’s ballgag and placed it on the night stand.  She went to the end of the bed and stood there. Still propped up Molly saw her slowly begin to lift the tunic from her feet to over her head.  She was stunning.  So slim as to be almost skinny she looked like a model.  Long thin legs which had not yet developed any form or meat immediately painted an imagine to Molly of Melissa laying on her back with her skinny teen legs in the air.  Molly got a bit of a grip and then noticed why Melissa’s nipples seem so prominent.  At the base of each nipple a gold ring, like a tiny wedding band had been sealed in place.  The gold sparkled even in the lights of the hospital room.  Molly licked her lips.  She hated herself for it but couldn’t stop.  Melissa licked her lips in return.

There was a strap around Melissa’s waist and as she turned around to pose for Molly. It was obvious she was wearing a fine lined but very real harness.  “Let me explain,” Melissa said.  She reached into a bag the guard had carried and came out with an eighteen inch floppy dildo and a wide short buttplug that was two inches in diameter and only about four inches long.  “A dildo exactly like this in my bum.  Then there is a gallon of milk and then buttplug just like this one.  They want us the share the experience together.”

“Does it hurt.”

“A good hurt.”

Molly let the liberation drug work its mind-numbing, clit rousing, magic.  Suddenly she was filled with lust for the thirteen year old standing before her.  And it was this lust that could take one’s mind off everything else including the loss of legs. 

Melissa made her way around the side of the bed.  She bent over and kissed her mothers hungry lips.  She lay the bed back down to a flat position and placed her ringed nipple over her mother’s mouth.  Molly took it greedily and sucked and licked.  While she was doing this Melissa reached down to her mother’s new cunthole that sat just above her pubic hair.  She gently felt and explored the edges of this glorious tight hole.  It was only recently that Molly discovered that when they had created the new cunthole they had taken some of the nerve sensitive tissue from her pussy and lined the ring of her new abdominal hole with it.  As Melissa rubbed Molly experienced a sensual tickling unlike anything she had ever experienced before.  She couldn’t cum from it directly but it did get her going.

The thirteen year old leaned down and searched the edges with her tongue.  Then she inserted her tongue down as far as it would go.  It just barely reached the inner edge of the hole.  But it made her hotter than she had ever been in her life.  Suddenly she shot straight up and into the air and let out a scream.  She collapsed to the floor in the fetal position whimpering for a long, long time. 

“Melissa, what’s wrong?”

“I’m ok. I think.”

She slowly worked her way onto her knees and then using the bed as a railing she made her way to her feet.  But instead of turning to her mother she turned toward a security camera in the corner of the ceiling.  “I’m sorry Master, I will move more quickly.”  She turned back to her mother and began rummaging through the bag for the toys as she did. 

“Melissa.”

“The plugs they put in our bums are electrical.  I was just shocked on my bum in they same way as they shock cattle.  I can feel that my bum is burned.”

“Because you were too slow?”

“Yes,” Melissa said as she pulled the long eighteen inch dildo from the bag.  “You are lucky mom you are allowed lube.  I wasn’t.  It hurt a lot.”

Molly watched as her daughter put lube on the dildo and stroked it up and down with a clearly practiced hand.  Then she reached down for her mom’s ass and pushed the end of the floppy dildo against her mothers butt hole.  With one swift move the head was past the sphincter and into Molly’s large intestine.  Melissa was worried about going too slow so she evenly and steadily pressed the dildo deeper and deeper into the double amputee.   It got out of line and caught on one bend or another up her mother’s ass but she was able to work it until the other end disappeared into her mother’s ass. 

For a moment it keeping trying to peek its way back out but Melissa pushed it back in with her finger.  A few moments later two of the slave nurses entered the room with a rolling rack with an extremely large bag of some white substance inside the clear outside of the bag.  Within no fanfare or adieu an inflatable rubber buttplug with a hose running through it was shoved in Molly’s ass.

9. Fucking Mother and Daughter at the Same Time

Molly was wheeled into a dark and shadowy cavernous room.  The Sultan said that the dildo, enema and buttplug would remain in since they had no intention of using her ass for the moment.  Melissa’s get up was removed. Molly was taken out of the baby carriage she was now being transported in by two guards and placed lying on her back on what looked like a gymnasts balance beam.  Molly’s ass almost hung off the end of the beam.

All the Royals were invited to come and look at Molly who had to have her hands handcuffed behind her and under the beam because she pushed away a leader’s hand when he was almost ripping her nipple off. About forty members of the royal family viewed and touched and often abused Molly. 

Melissa came into the large cavern bound with her hands behind her back.  The Slave Nurses handed her over to the guards.  Each grabbed a nipple on her tiny breast and pulled hard upwards.  When she screamed one of the guards slammed a ball gag in her mouth.  The other kept pulling at her nipple anyway.

After a few moments a procession of the Sluts from the Turkish Spa were led in.  They were in ankle and hand chains and formed a long, bound together line like a chain gang.   The Royals looked on lustily.  These were the most beautiful women of all.  Most had fucked all twenty of them.  They also knew that after today they would be more compliant than ever at fulfilling their bizarre and diverse fantasies.  As the girls were slowly moved past Molly each one was forced to stop for a good look.  The message was clear.  Do as you are told out in the Turkish Spa or we’ll cut your fucking legs off.

As the end of the chain gang exited through the large wooden door the Sultan moved toward Molly.  He had had enough of watching and was hard as a rock.  He signaled for Melissa to be brought over.  Melissa thought he wanted her to see the defilement of her mother.  It started out that way and her handcuffs were removed.  The Sultan it turned out was only interested in one thing – fucking both cuntholes as the same time.  He started with her original cunthole and slide his long dick all the way back until it hit her womb.  He and the doctor were the two most endowed men she had ever encountered.  He banged for a minute or two when suddenly his cock burst through her abdominal fuck hole and stood up a clean ten inches.  He just froze there for a moment.  He ordered Melissa to lift her mother’s head so she could see the cock standing strong and tall.  Molly gasped when she saw it.  The Sultan pulled back, but not all the way, so that the head of his dick remained above the public hair.  He thrust it up again. And again.  He was giving the new hole a real test drive and it was holding up well.

He had Melissa lay her mother back down again and made her get up and straddle her mother on her hands and knees so the end of the Sultan’s cock, which was now back by the pubic hair was lined up perfectly with the young girls cunt.  He wanted to fuck mother/daughter and three cuntholes at the same time.  He lubricated it with some spit.  Then he had two guards hold her down so her cunt could not rise when he thrust up.  With the that he pulled back out of Molly’s pussy and prepared to do what no man had done before.  He was about to fuck a mother and her young daughter at the exact same time.  The thought made him harder and bang! his cock totally disappeared into Molly.  From the sound of it it disappeared  up Melissa as well.  Her screams must have been heard through the entire compound.  His ten inches had damaged her he knew.  Melissa was hysterical and Molly was screaming because of it.  So the Sultan retreated and thrust again.  Did they not understand the screaming and tears was a real aphrodisiac to him?  He just got hotter.  He gave now thought to Melissa’s damaged and maybe destroyed womb. This would be the cum of a lifetime and he was not going to miss it.  After about ten strokes he was ready to explode.  The feeling crept from way down by his asshole and streaked up his piss channel and into the tiny girl’s once tiny cunt.  He was done and he just turned and walked away.  He was done with this meat for the day.

The guards released their hold on Melissa who collapsed crying into her mothers arms.  The cried and sobbed together and were just glad it was over.  That is until the doctor appeared.  “The sluts will remove your enema and dildo beautiful young thing.”  Melissa nodded.  “Then you will come right back and assume your position.”

The doctor was the first of twelve men who rammed Molly and Melissa together. 

Once it was all finished, at least for the time being, the girls were put into a nice king-sized bed in a very well decorated room.  Melissa fell into Molly’s arms and they slept – both coated in cum.

10. The Largest Buttplug

The next day both Molly and Melissa were taken to the Turkish Spa.  They were gently washed by Slut IV, who secretly told Molly that her name was Jenny.  As Molly lay back floating on her back in a salt water heated pool, she felt the soft hands of Slut IV keeping her balanced.  It was another reminder of how everything had changed.  The girls got their hair and nails done completely with sensual wax hydrating of their hands.  They were both shaved completely although Melissa needed little and Molly’s public hair was not allowed to be shaved.  The pubic hair patch was the one common feature shared by both cuntholes. It had to stay although it was neatly trimmed.  Slut IV could not help staring at the new cunthole and asked Molly about it.  Molly explained that it felt fine when it was not being brutally stretched and that the nerve-rich skin they had grafted there made it feel very pleasurable. 

Molly was placed, and Melissa sat, in two matching lounge chairs around a different pool.  They both saw the rolling racks and IV bags coming at the same time.  Molly began to weep.  “I’m so sorry I’ve done this to you.  They are going to hurt you again.”  Melissa cut her off.  “Were you given a choice to stay or go and face your problems on your own?”

“They showed me a video.

“I was given a choice too.  I kept Penny out of this place by staying.”    Penny was Melissa’s sister and Molly’s daughter.  She was in a private boarding school and on her way to undergrad work and then medical school.

“Maybe when she graduates she can put me back together again,” Molly smiled sadly.

With that the two sluts, different sluts, inserted the needles in their arms and opened the flow of the liberation drug.

“I am sorry for what this stuff will make me want to do to you,” Melissa offered.

“I am ashamed of how much it makes me want my own daughter.” She reached over and took her hand as the drug began to flow into their bodies.  The didn’t say anything more they just enjoyed the beauty and tranquility of the Turkish Spa.  They both knew that their time in this oasis was about to come to sudden end.  Neither could image what more would lie ahead.

“You have to understand that running a first rate compound for the senses is extraordinarily expensive.  It also requires the help of law enforcement officials, politicians and even the mob the Sultan said.  Well we pay them in a variety of ways.  Women of your specific gifts are the most in demand.  Underage and surgically modified.  You are a new breed Slave XXXIII, we have never had anyone modified in such a fashion.  Not even close really.  That is why countless men, and woman will pay dearly to see the show and to use you are well.”

“Show Sir?”

“Oh, let’s let it be a surprise shall we.”  And with that he was off.  The last thing they saw were the two Sluts attaching second IV bags to their drug drip.  In seconds they were out cold.

When Molly awoke she was not fuzzy at all.  She was crisp and clear minded.  She was also hanging upside down.  The was tremendous pain and pressure on her pubic bone and though she could not look up she figured out that she was indeed hanging by the pubic bone.  She was right.  A large hook, like the kind used to hang side of beef had been inserted into her first cunt and out her second.  No damage had been done except the bruising that would take place on her pubic bone. 

Molly could see behind that in the semi darkness a crowd of forty or so people sat in on lounge chairs, each receiving a blowjob, or in the case of the few women, a clit licking.  Molly could see Slut IV among them servicing one of the guests.  They met eyes for a moment. They were both felt embarrassed and ashamed.

Molly felt herself rolling across the room and saw a track up above the ceiling.  She started to get a chill when the guard pushing her said “You’re a piece of meat Bitch.”

In the next moment she was being pushed into a room that hovered between freezing a slightly above freezing.  She saw the sides of beef handing there.  She was rolled forcefully into one and then another was slammed into her.  All she could do was hang there on the same type of hook the beef did.  The door was shut and the lights turned out.  All she could do was shiver violently.

Melissa was wheeled to center stage in a box with only her head sticking out.  She was crying with her makeup running all down her face.  The box was only about thirty inches tall and so she had to be sitting in it.  What the crowd could not see was that she was sitting on a giant anal dildo – huge in both length and diameter.  The didlo also had a pump and cayenne pepper ejector.  It felt like she was burning from the inside out. 

The box was placed center stage and one of the Sluts appeared with scissors and a straight blade.  In no time at all a crying and defeated Melissa was bald.  “Her mouth, all lubed with tears, may provide some interim release for some of you,” a guard said.  Melissa was wheeled into the crowd and her tiny thirteen year old mouth was filled with cocks, one after another.  Most came on her bald head and just left the jizz to run down the sides and over her face.

The door lurched open and the light came on.  Molly was not sure if it was real, a dream, or the afterlife.  The side of beef beside her was railed out of the way and Molly was swung back out in front of the crowd and Melissa.  Melissa screamed.  Molly looked frozen solid and could not move to reassure her.  Molly was placed on her stomach on a heated bench and strapped to it.  He arms were painfully tied, elbow to elbow, behind her back.  A standard fucking machine, one that would mechanically thrust a dildo in and out, was lined up behind her.  Slave Slut IX lubed up a decent sized dildo and fastened it to the machine. She they manually cranked it and lined it up with Molly’s still tight ass.  She recoiled the machine into its most retracted position and then moved it closer to Molly.  What ever was on the end of that machine was going up molly’s ass there was no doubt about it. 

The crowd was getting hornier by the moment and the Sluts were working fulltime to service them.  Slut XIII was sucking a cock so deep it went past her throat and into her chest cavity on the way to her stomach.  It hurt but she wanted to keep her legs.  The royal who was receiving this service decided that that was not enough and he held her head to his pelvic bone until she almost passed out from his huge cock blocking her breathing.

The dildo was pushing steadily in and out of Molly’s ass.  Molly grunted at the substantial invasion.  Little did she know what kind of anal expansions there would be that night. 

Molly was able to look sideways and see the enormous black woman who was being dragged by four guards on the stage.  She had to stand 6 feet tall and weigh three hundred and fifty pounds.  She was a true Amazon woman and the latest slave blackmailed into this hell. 

Amazon was bond face down over a dungeon horse and chained into place over it.  He ass hung off the end ready to receive whatever they chose to give.

Molly was working on her second dildo by now and it was significantly larger.  She found back the tears for as long as she could but the humiliation and pain were just too much.  At least her attention was riveted on what they were going to do to Amazon.

She got a good idea a minute later when a guard took off his armor and his peasant shit and began to lube his hand.  He smiled at Molly and continued to grease up his entire arm.  Molly shuttered.  The guard lined himself up behind Amazon and in one violent motion shoved his entire arm up her huge ass.  She jumped but not nearly as much a Molly would have thought.  Molly could not see the IV of the liberation drug pouring into Amazon’s system.  Molly had not been hooked up yet.  It would sure help with this huge anal action going on Molly thought.  Then she realized how her thinking was changing.  She didn’t just want the drug to help her get through it all.  She craved it so that she could enjoy it all.  It was then she realized she had been transformed into a Slave Slut through and through.

Her attention turned back to her own plight as a ridiculously large dildo was paraded in front of her face.  It had to be a foot long and five inches around.  That was going to do some damage.  Molly was thrilled to see the IV bag being placed next to her.  The drug was going to work it’s magic.  She wondered what the lust would cause her to do to Melissa. 

Another guard joined the one with his arm up Amazon’s ass.  He again took off his equipment and lubed his other arm.  It was pretty clear what was going to happen.  Unlike the first guard this one paraded his arm in front of the newly captured black slave.  She begged for mercy and he summoned another guard over.  In under a moment Amazon’s mouth was filled with an extremely large and painful expanding ball gag.  On press of a button and it’s diameter increased half an inch.  They were going to break her jaw.

“Tonight is about you opening up slave so don’t think that breaking your jaw is where it will stop at.”  Amazon shook her head violently.  The guard laughed.  He joined the other guard and began his project.  He was going to get his arm right in beside the others.

The Royals and the their guests were openly jerking off to this sight.  Although Molly was being torn apart, Amazon with two arms up her ass was the show.  Slowly the guards began to move their arms and use all the leverage they had to separate their shoulders and therefore their arms.  Amazon squealed as much as one with a ball gag that was slowly dislocating her jaw could.  But Molly could see the look in her eye.  The drug had taken full effect.  Amazon was starting to grind back to the shoulders and arms.  Her ass was truly theirs.  And they were truly spreading their arms and her butt hole. 

Slowly they pulled their arms out and chose instead to insert things in Amazon’s ass.  First was a softball that she had a hard time expelling, but finally did.  Then a fire extinguished was shoved halfway in and left until the ring relaxed enough to accept it.  It seemed the next thing would be the climax of the show.  One of them took a football and in one motion rammed it in and up her ass.  Amazon strained as much as the chains allowed with her huge breasts shaking under the abuse. 

It took the guards a long time to the get to the football out and when they did the gaping hole that was her ass had to be eight inches across.  It tried to pucker and strain to regain it’s size but that would take hours if not a day.

A ten minute break was given and anyone who wanted to stick anything in Amazon was give the chance.  The first just choose to the fuck the gaping hole even though it provided no resistance.  Another lifted up a Slut and had her stick her foot in the large ass.  Another Slut was made to lick it clean.  Another must have known what was coming because he had a large cooler with him.  And carried it up to the stage.  The surprise of all he pulled a large, live barracuda from the cooler and put the entire     flopping fish in Amazons defenseless ass.  Then he grabbed it by the tail and injected it with adrenaline. After that Molly could see her skin jiggling as the fish violently thrashed and then tried to swim up her colon.  Again she strained against it about as much as her chains would allow.  It wasn’t much.  It was the fish that was still wildly thrashing. 

During this ‘break’ Melissa was wheeled back in.  She was face down on a gurney and straps hung to the sides. Molly wondered why she was not strapped.  She was wheeled to center stage and a clear plastic device was worked and fastened around her neck.  It stretched her neck out and locked her head into an upright position. 

It was what happened next the made Molly need an orgasm beyond anything she had ever know.  She must have been given more drug than ever she thought. 

At center stage Melissa’s newly bald head and face was being totally lubed up.  As it was she was moved up the gurney until her neck and head stuck straight out off the end.  Then she was strapped into place.  The crowd was on edge and waiting for the mindblowing event they were about to witness.  It was then that Melissa’s head, stuck out off the end of the gurney, was lined up with Amazon’s gaping ass.

They just left her there and came over to Molly.  She was still receiving a large dildo in and out of her ass.  They were up to about five inches around it was huge but nothing in comparison to what Amazon was about to receive but it big nonetheless.  The guard noticed the juices running out of Molly’s cunt.  He jammed a finger in.

“She’s horny as hell,  We’re going to need a bigger dildo. Molly cringed and smiled at the same time. 

The guards brought out a rolling table with a TV monitor on it.  They also had a camcorder and tripod.  Amazon was going to get to watch what was happening.”

When she saw that Melissa was lined up with her ass, only Molly could hear her say “Fuck me bitch, fuck my ass.” The drug was clearly in saturating her every cell too.

The guards debated and eventually put it to a vote of the Royals of whether the insertion should be slow or fast.  The vote was overwhelmingly in favor of slow.

The gurney was attached to a winch that was connected to the device that Amazon was spread wide open on.  A guard stood in front of a crank that was a big wheel of the kind they used to steer ships.  He began to slowly crank.  Melissa screamed but she moved forward anyway with her head held in place by what was very much like a very thin plastic whiplash collar.  She knew that the collar was not just to keep her head straight, it was also to serve as the thin portion of a buttplug that followed the large plug.  In this case Melissa’s head was the plug. 

Melissa had no drug given to her and so she was panicking and crying.  That was what the Royals wanted.  The move that she moved and gyrated in Amazon’s ass the better – just like the Barracuda that had just only been removed.  Slowly as slowly can be the gurney inched forward.  Amazon could no long resist and began to buck her hips as much as the bonds would allow.  She needed to be filled and made to cum now. 

Molly was beside herself was given the pleasure of one brief cum via the vibrating bar in her clit. Her ass throbbed and burned but her eyes were riveted lustily on Melissa and her journey into Amazon.  She was slapped on the ass and turned her head back and saw the guard holding the biggest buttplug she had ever seen,  But then he began to deflate it until it was very small.  He slapped her head and she turned back to the front. 

Melissa’s skull now touched the giant gape that was Amazon’s ass.   She could feel the massive sphincter behind to spread to allow at the least the very beginning of her head.  She screamed some more.  The crank cranked and she was in up to her forehead.  It feel moist and slurpy like a giant fleshy suction cup had been attached to the top of her head.  As her eyebrows began to go in she felt the sphincter totally let go.  It expanded but it seemed as if it would be as far as Melissa would go.

Molly felt the guard working hard with something inside her ass.  It was scrunched and had edges but it was made of soft latex so she was not too worried about it.  So ground her hips in lust.  She could not fight the concentration of the drug that was being feed intravenously into her.  Suddenly she felt pressure building and could tell immediately the buttplug was being inflated inside of her.  She couldn’t understand why it started on the inside.

Melissa’s eyes were pushed closed at the giant anal ring of Amazon’s passed over.  With her mouth still out she screamed.  The forward movement stopped.  The chairs were empty as all the Royals had rushed up onto stage to see this up close and personal.  The forward motion stopped and the guard explained to the Royals, Melisas’s couldn’t hear because her ears we just past the entrance to Amazon’s rapidly expanding cave, the final thrust would be quick because they did not want to suffocate the young thirteen year old although they would come close.

The other guard moved the gurney forward and inch until the teens up lip disappeared.  There was one final scream and the gurney shot forward to plant Melissa’s head into the waiting hole.  But, she bounced back.  The sphincter spasmed shut and denied her an entrance.  Again she was thrust.  Again she was denied.  On the third try however the human buttplug was planted firmly into the Amazon’s terribly stretched asshole.  The sphincter had now tightened around the plastic neck brace and stopped the girl from being chocked.  The pre-pubescent’s thin and undeveloped legs kicked and thrashed as her lungs began to burn.  The guards quickly loosened her straps to allow her to buck and try to pull herself out.  She pushed on Amazon’s ass as hard as she could but there was no progress. When she was done thrashing the straps were reattached and the crank began to crank her in the opposite direction.  Amazon’s asshole formed a giant cone as the head was pulled back with such great force. 

Melissa’s head popped out.  She was a human buttplug.  Everyone cheered as her thin undeveloped legs thrashed in the air.  She gasped and struggled for breath and tried to scream at the same time.   She didn’t had much of chance because the gurney was thrust forth again but this time at full speed.  She was in Amazon’s ass and then out.  And again.  And again.  Amazon was being butt fucked with the thirteen year olds head.  Royals were cumming with the slightest touch of the Sluts as they watched this never before seem oddity.  And Amazon’s was screaming for more.  And more she got it.  For over fifteen minutes they head went in and out and what must have been a world record for gaping defined Amazons once normal sized butt ring.

Molly came again without even having the vibration provided by the bar. The scene was just too hot for her too.  It was then that she felt an unusual pulling on her ass.  It felt like a buttplug being pulled out but it went from thinner to thicker instead of the other way around.  The pulling became so intense that Molly tried to look and see what was going on.  A guard slapped her face hard.  She looked back forward to the front of the gurney.  Ever since she had lost her legs everything felt weird down there anyway but this was an unusual pulling on her asshole. It felt like a giant bullplug was caught in her ass and would not come out despite someone puling on it with a strong steady pull lifting her ass into the air.  But the pulling continued and continued until Molly’s legless back end was two feet off the table and her face was beginning to pushed into the front of the gurney.  The Royals were’ now gathered around Molly, except the few who stayed behind to assfuck the tiny teen.

When her ass was three feet off the table Molly’s upperbody began to slide down the table as her ass was lifted in the air.  A moment later Molly was hanging in the air from her ass.  Everyone was looking at each other wondering how she was attached to the wire.  After a few moments the gurney was moved and Molly was lowered until her head almost touched the floor.  There was a collective “Ahhhhhhh” as the royals saw the secret.  The inflatable buttplug had been placed and positioned inside her ass backwards.  The pointed end was sticking out of her ass instead of the base. That meant the increasingly wide part of the dildo was inside her. A small ring was attached to the small protruding end and a wire was hooked by that.  Molly was being held in the air solely by her own asshole. 

She was raised was raised back up and the Royals were encouraged to make use of her hanging mouth.  There was lined up immediately and given that her hands were still bound at the elbows behind her back and it was no struggle whatsoever to get the bulging cocks right down her defenseless throat.  In fact, one of the guards sprayed a muscle relaxant down her throat that made any opposition, purposeful or no, impossible.  Some of the Royals actually pushed down on her to increase the pressure on her burning suspended asshole.  All Molly could do was take it, down the throat, Royal after Royal.

11.  The Final Transformation

Molly was taken the operating room one more time.  On this visit she lost her arms, breasts and tongue. All of her hair was ALSO permanently removed. She had plastic surgery on her face. Every inch of fat or development was liposuctioned out of her. Combined with the grooming and primping she looked like a tiny little undeveloped teen person with no arms and no legs.   As the doctor would say, she was becoming suitcase size. It took several months to fully recover due to some complications.  It had also taken this long because the Sultan wanted her one hundred percent healed before she was let out of that room.  Her only allowed visitor was Melissa. 

On the first day Melissa came Molly was laid out on fresh sheets on the bed totally naked.  Melissa cried and cried.  Molly cried too.  How could anyone live like this.  She was like a throw pillow that could be tossed anywhere and lacked the ability to move itself.  As she lay there on her back Molly was open to the world.  She could not fight or resist.  She weighed only seventy five pounds so any man could just pick her up, hold her in position, and do as he pleased with her.  In the end the key fact was that she was totally and completely vulnerable and mute to even complain. She was a living breathing piece of fuckmeat and she knew it.

Since this was the first time she was even beginning to heal it was also the first time that the liberation drug had been administered.  Perhaps it was the fact that she had no had it in so long, but the drug went right to Molly’s head and therefore to her clit.  Melissa had been saturated with the drug as well.  After crying with her mother they both knew that the other shoe had to drop.

Melissa said “you are to be prepared and transported to the Royals party out in the Hamptons.” It was the first time Molly was going to leave the compound since she first came in.  She just lay there naked and vulnerable and thought about what lay ahead. But she could not get her clit to stop throbbing. A vibration of the bar mounted through her clit raised her almost the level of orgasm but it stopped just a moment too soon.

Melissa knew by now what was happening.  She moved Molly down the bed until her cunt hung off the end.  She knelt before her Mother’s soaked cuntlips. She was effected by the drug too and she wanted to eat that legless pussy as bad anything she could recall.    There was absolutely nothing restraining her access and nothing her mother could do to stop her.  That idea turned her on the most.  Amputation was the ultimate form of bondage. 

Melissa began delicately with her tongue toying around her mothers inner lips and around her now tight anal sphincter.  It was so refreshing, now that she was experienced at going down, to not have hot and confining legs around her head.  She sat back and looked.  Her clit was the lowest point on her mother’s body.  Melissa worked toward Molly’s clit until a guard burst in and dragged her to her feet.  He also told Melissa to pack her mother up for the trip. 

Too be continued…..