Maliia's Nightmare

By Maliia Kanaulahu

From Maliia's Website at Maliia.com

All Rights Reserved

My name is Maliia. I am half-Polynesian and half-Caucasian. My story begins at the start of my freshman year in college, and as an eighteen-year-old girl away from home for the first time; I was both excited and nervous. Not being from a wealthy family, I was like many college students in that I did not have a lot of extra money for frivolous expenditures. I was also really nervous about who my roommate would be. For an entire month before school started, I contemplated the "what ifs". What if I didn't like her? What if she and I had nothing in common? It was not long after I met Miko, my new roommate, that I discovered we had much in common, and that our shared interests would only grow.

Like me, Miko was half-Caucasian. Unlike me, her other half was Japanese. Still, we looked very similar. She had beautiful straight black hair that flowed like a gentle waterfall to the middle of her back, and smooth features that complimented her soft skin and exquisite almond-shaped eyes. My hair was just as long and straight, but not quite as dark as hers. We both had almost the exact same body shape, though; tiny feet and smooth slender bodies that were well formed from plenty of exercise. I, of course, had a complexion of a deep copper brown, while hers was a much fairer shade that complimented her appearance. We were even the exact same height, five feet two inches. While I was deeply envious of her toned shapely legs, she claimed to envy my flat well-formed stomach. The truth, however, was that our legs, bellies, and the rest of our bodies were almost identical. It was as though the goddess of fate had stepped in and put us together in a tiny dormitory room on the far west side of campus.

For our first two months of school we did everything together, quickly becoming the very best of friends. Since we had the same major we shared many of the same classes. We formed the same circle of friends, and we almost always ate together and exercised together. Often it was almost as though she could read my thoughts and finish my sentences, and I could do the same to her. By the time the Thanksgiving holiday rolled around I thought of her as a sister.

I had always admired her body, and I thought that I caught her gazing at mine from time to time, but I was never really sure, and certainly not comfortable enough to say anything. I wasn't into other girls, at least I didn't think I was, but I had to admit to myself, that I felt very close to Miko. There were times when she was upset and I would hold her, or when I would get scared at night and she would share her bed with me, comforting me and gently stroking my hair. It was at those times that I often wondered what it would be like to feel her soft apple-blossom lips pressed against mine.

'I remember the conversation that started everything. It was a chilly day right before the holiday, and I was staring at her pouty crimson lips as the words softly flowed into my ears on the wind of her melodious voice.

"As long as we're both going to be stuck here over the holiday, we may as well make some money. Don't you think so, Maliia?" Miko asked with an inquisitive look on her sweet childlike face.

"Well, I just don't know, Miko," I hesitated. "I mean, we know nothing about this 'experiment', they won't give us any information, and I thought that we were going to hang out together."

"But we will be hanging out together, sweetie", she replied as we walked rapidly towards the old brick building on the edge of campus. "Look, we're almost to the lab, and I'll be with you every step of the way, I promise. Okay?"

"Well, as long as you're with me, I guess I'm open to listening," I replied, trying to hide the nervousness in my voice as we entered the building. I pressed my hand against the thick wooden door of Professor Gordon's office and stepped into the room. I quickly glanced around the small room with a dirt covered window on one side, through which light barely filtered in. The fluorescent lights flickered ever so gently, and bookshelves lined every wall. The desk, the chairs and even the floor were covered in books, papers, documentation, notes and napkins with formulas and scribblings on them. I had to step over three distinct piles of information just to reach the heavy oak desk. The professor quickly stood up and extended her hand in greeting, which Miko enthusiastically shook.

Professor Gordon was a beautiful woman; I could not believe that she was a professor and not a model. She seemed to be in her mid-thirties with blond hair that was tightly tied in a bun on the top of her head. Her crystal-blue eyes peered out from behind a pair of reading glasses that were perched ever so carefully on the end of her charming nose. We both took a seat in front of her desk as she began to explain the 'experiment' to us. "You will forgive me for having to use my inhaler from time to time," she began. "I'm afraid that my asthma is acting up terribly today. I'm practically using it with every breath. I don't know how much Miko has told you," Professor Gordon directed at me as she took a breath from her inhaler. "But I'm afraid that most of the details of the experiment are a secret. You see, if I were to tell you too much, it would ruin our results. That having been said, basically it's a psychological experiment. We are trying to establish patterns for certain sociological cues or guidelines, and whether it's those mores that produce the tendencies of the individual, or whether those tendencies are an inherent part of one's pre-existing psychological profile."

The professor continued to talk for several minutes, taking deep breaths from her inhaler from time to time. Most of the words just sounded like babble to me, like on the Peanuts cartoons anytime an adult would talk, it just sounded like 'wah wah wah." I simply could not focus on the words; they had no meaning, and what seemed to be at least an entire hour of nodding my head as if I understood a single word that was said, and struggling desperately to keep my eyes open, I felt Miko nudge me sharply.

"So, girls, does this sound like something in which you would be interested in participating?" The Professor inquired.

I blinked several times, trying to focus. I glanced at Miko, who quickly rubbed at her delicate almond-shaped eyes and seemed to nod in my direction. "Um, that sounds great, Mrs. Gordon," I heard Miko utter. "Does that sound good to you, Maliia?" I saw that Miko was giving me that 'just nod your head and say yes' look, and since I had no idea what I was agreeing to, I could only assume that she did. "Oh, um. Yes, of course, Professor. I think that sounds great, just great," I heard myself say.

"Very good, girls. I can say that I am very excited to have a couple of fine young specimens as yourselves involved with this project. Well then, just follow me down to the lab and we can get started right away".

Our footsteps echoed sharply through the stairwell as we marched our way down several flights of stairs. I gazed at Miko's firm curvaceous rear, so deliciously held by the tight pair of jeans that hugged her shapely hips. I noticed her glancing back at me, the fabric of my red floral sundress bristling softly. I still felt so lazy, so lethargic. I had no idea why. The stairs were making me tired, almost dizzy. Just down down, clomp clomp, and the hypnotic swaying of Miko's ass, back and forth as we descended deep into the bowels of the ancient university science building.

We were led into a sterile white-tiled room with only a row of cabinets on one side and a cold steel table like you would find at a veterinarian placed in the middle of the room. "One of my assistants will be in to help get things started in just a moment. In the meantime, please disrobe completely, and place your belongings in the basket under the steel table." The professor turned on her black patent leather high heels and walked out of the room, closing the heavy steel door behind her. I looked around the cold sterile room as a twitch of nervousness fluttered about in my stomach. "Um, what did we agree to Miko?" I asked fearfully. "I thought you knew? I was almost falling asleep in there. I figured that you were paying attention to it. When you nodded at me, I just thought that, well, if you agreed it must mean that it's okay," Miko replied. "Me?" I retorted. "I only agreed because you agreed first and then gave me that look that I should do it, too." "Well, it doesn't matter now. Besides, it's just some dumb experiment," Miko reasoned as she slid her jeans down her soft slender legs. "I mean, if we don't like it we can always quit, right? It can't be that big a deal. Besides, it might be fun."

I figured Miko was probably right, so I kicked off my shoes and carefully slid my dress off until it was a crumpled mess at my feet. I watched as Miko removed her white cotton blouse, revealing her small but firm breasts supported by a lacy black bra. I removed my bra, exposing my breasts, and then as I slid my white cotton Hanes Her Way panties down my smooth legs; my eyes gazed upon her lithe figure. Her jeans were now balled up on the floor, and she was just stepping out of her panties as well. We put our clothing in the basket and just stared at each other in silence for the longest time. Her body was so beautiful and willowy. Her ribcage was almost visible with each nervous breath she took, and I attempted not to stare at the neatly trimmed black hair that grew between her legs. I tried not to blush as I thought that she was staring at my black pubic hair, and slender tanned legs. I felt my naked body shaking, in part due to my own anxiety, but also because of the chilly condition of the room. I noticed that Miko was shaking a too, and I was so tempted to hold her, to warm and comfort us both, but I stopped myself. It felt a little awkward, and she was too special to me as a friend. "What if she took it the wrong way? What if she doesn't feel the same attraction to me? I mean I think she does, but what if I'm wrong?" Again a bad case of the "what ifs" had taken hold of me and frozen me into inaction.

My mind wandered to thoughts of Miko. I tried to suppress them because I didn't want to think of her like that. I mean I did, but I also didn't. Yet for some reason, when I did, I felt such pleasure. I could just picture us kissing, my hand gliding gently over her beautiful breast, flicking the perfect little red nipples that stood so hard on the ends of her round little tits. I had almost drifted into a waking sleep, my eyelids so heavy and my body so drained of all energy that the loud jolt of the heavy metal door being opened shocked me back to reality.

At first I thought I was looking at Miko's twin. She was a small Asian girl who wore a shiny tight white uniform, and she carried two clipboards. The biggest difference was that her breasts were huge; much bigger than they should have been for the girl's small frame. There was no way her boobs were natural. My eyes traced the young assistant's body; her pantyhose. Except they weren't pantyhose, they were much shinier, almost like rubber. Her dress wasn't made of cloth either, it was like the material from a raincoat, only much softer and more supple.

"What a strange way for an assistant to dress," I thought as she handed a clipboard to Miko and the other to me. My eyes were fixed on her breasts. Those breasts were huge for her, and her nipples…you could very clearly make out her nipples; the material of her uniform left nothing to the imagination in that area. I thought I had big nipples, but this girl's were incredibly huge and seemed to be fold on themselves.

I glanced at her face and it looked like there was some kind of a small metal plate in her septum. It was hard to notice unless you looked carefully and at the right angle. As curious as I was about it, I didn't want to embarrass the girl by asking about it, after all, maybe she had a broken nose at some point from an accident or perhaps it was to correct a problem from birth.

"Please, fill out forms completely. You sign and date at bottom," she said in a broken English accent that hinted at an origin in Japan.

I thought I saw something metallic flicker in her mouth as she spoke. "Maybe she has a tongue ring", I thought. "I guess that's not so unusual, a lot of my friends have them now."

I found it difficult to concentrate on the form; the questions were all so monotonous. I struggled to pay attention to the form, but between my unexplained lethargy and the strangeness of this assistant's attire, it was difficult. The fact that Miko and I were stark naked in the room didn't seem to help matters too much either.

"Lessee," I thought. "Name: Maliia Kanaulahu; Address: 104 Harrington Hall West; Sex: Female; Medical Conditions: None Known; Allergies: None Known. Hmm, now this is interesting." I pondered, "Sexual History, please list all sexual partners: 1 – Kevin Jones. I wonder if that's okay, I've only been with one person, and that was my date to the senior prom in high school. How pathetic!" The questions just kept getting more and more personal and kinky; it was so strange.

"Excuse me Miss?" I inquired of the assistant. "Um, do you really need to know all this stuff? I mean questions like 'Have you ever been tied up in bed?', 'How often do you orgasm?', 'Do you play with your vagina?', 'Have you ever worn latex, rubber, leather, or other fetish clothing?' I mean do you guys really need to know that stuff? It seems pretty personal to me."

"Yes, Maliia-chan," the assistant humbly replied in broken English, her long black eyelashes fluttering over delicate oriental eyes. "All question very necessary to experiment. You no answer question, we not know solution."

As the assistant's sentence trailed off, she bowed slightly in my direction and waved her hand in a manner to politely indicate that I should finish up my release forms and questionnaire. Responding to most of the questions was easy because the answer was usually in the negative, except the one asking if I had played with myself; I had to admit to that. I also confessed to thinking about other girls in a sexual manner, but luckily, I didn't have to indicate who. I finished up the form with my signature and the date. I glanced over at Miko, who was leaning against one of the sterile white walls, still scribbling away. Her firm breasts rose and fell with each gentle breath that she took, her long black hair occasionally falling in her face, causing her to stop writing and brush a waft of it away from her beautiful eyes. I handed the clipboard back to the assistant and said, "All done! Beat you, loser!" and I stuck my soft pink tongue out Miko.

Miko shot a look at me, and then covered a giggle with her delicate hand to indicate that she was just teasing me.

"You lay on table now Maliia-chan. It not comfortable, but you no worry. It no last long," the beautiful assistant instructed me.

I hopped up on the table. The steel was so cold against the bare skin of my exposed behind. I slid farther up on the table and laid down with my arms at my sides and my legs together. I lifted my head slightly and looked down at my body. My breasts stuck up slightly, with my very large hard nipples standing at attention on their tips. Further down my body, I could see the gentle wafts of black pubic hair that rose from between my tan legs. As the assistant leaned over me to pull a handle on the table, her large breasts pressed into my abdomen. For a moment I thought that I could actually feel her nipples rubbing against my smooth skin. I blushed and shivered with embarrassment, yet secretly, I felt turned on. As the assistant finally got the handle pulled, a pair of gynecological examination stirrups swung out from under the table. She instructed me to put my feet in the stirrups, but I hesitated for a moment. I never did like gynecological examinations. "I wasn't told that I was going to have this kind of examination," I protested as I nervously put first my right foot, then my left, into the stirrups.

"Yes, you were Maliia-chan," the assistant quickly replied. "Miss Gordon, she go over all that with you and Miko-chan in meeting, one you just have. What matter, you no pay attention to that?"

"Um, no. No, of course I paid attention, don't be silly," I replied, trying to hide the anxiety in my voice. "It just sort of took me by surprise is all."

"You no worry, you very pretty girl. You and Miko-chan very beautiful. Very nice bodies, very nice faces. You have nothing to feel ashamed of. "

I tried to relax. I took deep breaths, in, out, in, out. The air felt cool between my spread legs and against my exposed pussy. I felt the assistant pulling a strap over each of my ankles, then locking them to the apparatus. "Why are you doing that?" I questioned.

"This just standard procedure. You no worry, we do for all people who in this program. We do for Miko-chan too, when it her turn. She here, she watch. You okay, you see," she replied with a reassuring smile on her full pink lips.

I turned my head slightly and saw Miko nodding at me. She took my hand and gently rubbed it. "I'm right here, honey. Remember, we're in this together. Nothing bad is going to happen to you."

I started to relax. Knowing that Miko was there had such a calming effect on me. Even when the assistant locked my wrists down to the table effectively trapping me there, I just took deep breaths and concentrated on the symphonic sound of Miko's voice, reassuring me.

"Ow!" I screamed as I felt the sting of a needle entering my arm. "What the fuck was that?!"

"You no worry, Maliia-chan. That just shot to relax you," the assistant said while continuing her tasks. "You going start to feel sleepy. You no fight it. You fight it, you feel worse. You just sleep. Just sleep."

I tried to fight it anyway. What was going on here? I didn't want to be unconscious! I wanted to know what was going on around me. My eyelids were getting so heavy. So very heavy. Miko's voice seemed to be trailing off. I could still hear it, but the words…the words were making less and less sense. What was she saying?

"My eyes. I have to keep my eyes open. Concentrate, I have to concentrate," I thought as I worked up all my remaining energy to turn my head in Miko's direction. She was so lovely and beautiful even though she was out of focus. She kept getting more and more blurry, and then I felt myself slipping away into sleep.

Part II

It was quiet and dark. I opened my eyes, straining for them to get adjusted to the light, but it didn't happen. I tried to look around me, but I saw nothing except darkness. The only sound was a rattling. "What was that? What is making that noise?" I tried to move, to squirm, anything. I couldn't. My arms were behind me; I couldn't move them at all. It was like they were pulled behind my back and strapped together somehow from my upper arms all the way down to my wrists. They tingled like they were almost numb. I tried to move my legs, too, but I couldn't. They felt like they were spread, but I had no idea.

Again I heard the rattling noise. "Was that me?" I wondered. I stopped attempting to squirm to see if perhaps the sound emanated from the bonds that were restricting my movement. I held myself absolutely still, but there it was again…rattle, rattle, rattle.

I tried to open my mouth to speak, only to realize that my mouth was already open as far as it could be. I tried to talk, to say anything, but nothing came out. I felt around in my mouth with my tongue, and felt something. Something circular, like a ring, and it was in my mouth. I could feel my saliva dripping on the skin of my face. It was leaking out of my mouth and down my chin. There was nothing I could do to stop from drooling. "What is this thing that's holding my mouth open?" I wondered, the panic growing inside me.

I could feel my heart beating faster as I tried to figure out what was going on. One minute I'm on a table with Miko watching me, now I'm here, in darkness, and bound in some weird way. I felt that my situation was hopeless, but I continued to try and struggle, to squirm in the hope that maybe I could free myself. I could not. Then the thought hit me: This is part of the experiment. They've tied me up and put me in the dark like this because they want to see how I'll react. That must be it. Professor Gordon did say that it was a psychological experiment. I kept trying to reason out my situation; to rationalize the position that I was in. It was the only way that I could keep my rising terror at bay. I felt my heart beating harder in my chest as I tried to calm down.

"Just calm down Maliia, everything is going to be alright. This is just part of the experiment; they just want to see how you will react, then they'll let you go. Everything is alright," I told myself over and over.

I felt fingers against my head. Something was over my eyes and the fingers seemed to be adjusting it. After only a couple of minutes, the adjustments seemed to stop and suddenly bright light streamed into my eyes. I blinked several times, my eyes trying to adjust to the intense fluorescent lights of the room. I was lying on my back, still on the metal table in the sterile little room, and standing over me was Professor Gordon. I tried to speak, but I was unable to form words and only a strange moaning sound came out.

"Quiet slave!" the professor snapped as she slapped the inside of my tender thigh.

I gasped through the openness of my mouth. "What was happening?"

My eyes had fully adjusted to the light, and I could now see that Professor Gordon was dressed differently, like nothing I could have ever expected. I tried to turn my head to get a better view, but I couldn't; something was preventing me from moving it. The professor was dressed a shiny black material that fit her sexy body like a glove. It was a catsuit of some sort. She stroked my smooth copper thigh with one of her latex covered hands, lightly tickling my sensitive skin. I gazed up at her quizzically.

"You know, slave, you really should pay more attention before you agree to something. Of course, it wasn't entirely your fault. My office was filled with Neocryn gas which made you drowsy and distracted. I don't really have asthma you know," she grinned deviously.

I looked at her in fright. What was she talking about? What was going on? "You have agreed to become my little play toy. You will do everything I say, or you will suffer tremendous consequences. You will address me as Mistress and nothing else. You will speak only when spoken to. You will only refer to yourself in the third person, and I will modify your body, mind, and personality to be what I choose. You are now my property, and I will do with you as I like. Just blink twice, dear, if you understand."

I stared at her. This couldn't be real. It had to be a trick of my mind, or part of the experiment. How long did she think she could keep me here like this? Wouldn't the school notice that Miko and I were missing? What about our families? What did she mean by 'modify my mind and body'? The questions ran through my head so fast I could hardly concentrate.

"Ah. I see, dear. Well, you will learn to answer me when I ask a question. I have taken possession of enough lovely young bitches like yourself to know that you are probably wondering if this is for real. I assure you, my little pet whore, it certainly is. Oh, and by the way, when I say that you are my property, I don't mean just for today, or this week, or this month. I mean I own you, now, and forever, until death parts us, or I choose to sell you. Although I can't imagine wanting to sell you...at least, not until I've played with my new pet a little bit," she purred as her latex hand stroked my thighs.

"I'm sure there are many questions running through your head right now my little sex toy. Let me answer the most obvious ones first", she stated as her fingers danced up my flat belly to my thick dark red nipples. "It seems you and Miko were approved for a very exclusive exchange program overseas. At least that's what your families have been told. I have plenty of influence at this institution, so it wasn't difficult to get the proper paperwork filed with the University. The paper trail looks perfect, and your families will still get an occasional email or postcard saying how you think everything is wonderful and how much you miss them. My assistants have already gone to the dorm room you indicated in your paperwork and packed up all of your belongings. Of course they were sure to leave a note on the white board on your door informing them that Miko and you were accepted into a very exciting and difficult program."

My new Mistress moved her hands to my face and softly touched my cheek. I felt her adjust some straps on my head, and after a few seconds, she lifted the terrible rubber ring gag out of my mouth. A single strand of my saliva still connected to the shiny black rubber that glistened from being in my orifice.

"Mm, delicious," she said as she darted her moist pink tongue out of her mouth and licked the strand of saliva off of the gag.

While I tried to move my jaw around to work out some of the soreness, I felt her fingertips brush against the soft folds of my vagina, and I strained to look down at my body. My legs were spread, still in the stirrups. I could see my black pubic hairs and feel the cool draft teasing my exposed pussy.

"While you have been asleep, I got to know your little Asian slut friend very well…and I do mean very well. Apparently, she seems to have an attraction to you, but I guess you must have known that already. After all, look at how wet that little slut hole of yours became upon my mentioning her."

With that she shoved one of her fingers into my vagina. I felt it moving around inside me. I knew she was right; just thinking about Miko was getting me wet. As much as I hated my situation, hated my helplessness, hated that I was so humiliated, controlled, deceived and taken advantage of, still there was something about it that made me so horny I couldn't help myself.

"Would you like to see your friend, dear?" Mistress purred in my ear, her tongue gently lapping at the lobe. "Would you like to see what I did to her?"

"Did to her?" I asked in an angry tone. "Tell me what the fuck you did to Miko!" I could feel my heart pounding as the anger welled up inside me. Suddenly I felt a shock pouring through my body, gripping my muscles.

"I see you did not remember our rules, my wet little bitch. If you do that again, I'm afraid I'll have to take away your powers of speech. Permanently. One of you just had to be the difficult one. My new little oriental toy was a delight to modify. Now then, if you would like to see your friend, just ask."

I tried to suppress my anger and confusion. I wanted desperately to see Miko, to make sure that she was alright, to make sure that she could see that I was trapped here on this table with this crazed bitch in control of me.

"May I…I mean…well Maliia means, may Maliia see her friend Miko?"

"May Maliia see her friend Miko, Mistress? You must learn to ask for things correctly or you simply won't make an acceptable toy. Pity. Then I'd have to sell you to some sheik who will have far less patience than me. Just for that little slip up, you will also refer to yourself as my dripping little pet."

I bit my lip and again summoned up the courage to play along with this twisted bitch's game, even if it did excite me a little bit. "May Maliia, your dripping little pet, see her friend Miko, Mistress?"

"Of course you may," she mocked as she pushed a button on the table. I felt the end of the table raise my upper body further until I sitting upright, but with my legs still locked into the stirrups. I saw myself in a small mirror that had been mounted on the wall in front of me. There I was, completely naked and locked to this table. My vagina was exposed and open to anyone, and while I still looked like I did when I got on the table, my arms were now in a strange sort of single leather arm binder. I could see the straps over my shoulders, and I could make out the shape of the glove behind me.

"Mm, time for you to see your little friend…I mean, my little oriental toy," Mistress said as her fingers lightly pinched my large dark red nipple.

She snapped her fingers, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw a figure approach. It walked slowly, and I could hear the rattle of chains as it moved. When the figure came closer, I could see it was Miko.

"What had they done to her?" I wondered in shock.

She walked up and stood right in front of me. She wore a single glove arm binder much like my own, that trapped her slender arms cruelly behind her, and tight shiny rubber stockings (I assumed with hobble chains connecting her delicate ankles, but I couldn't see down that far). Around her neck was a thick steel collar with leather padding and a large "O" ring that dangled in the front. The collar and its placement on my friend made her look like a captured animal. Her breasts were now huge. I couldn't believe it. They stood out from her tiny torso by at least a foot.

If that wasn't shocking enough, she had a very thick gold ring that dangled from the base of each of her nipples, both of which appeared to be at least three inches long and protruded from her huge breasts like two small but erect pink cocks. I looked between her legs, and was shocked to find that her shiny black pubic hair was gone. Her lack of pussy hair made her look just like a little schoolgirl. I thought I saw something glisten between her legs, but I could not tell since her legs were closed. She looked up at me, and I saw another thick golden ring hanging from her septum, dangling to her upper lip. From this ring trailed a chain which hung freely. She moved around beside me, her face so close to mine. I could clearly see that her nose piercing was really a small metal plate on each side of her septum with a hole in it, and the ring simply was looped through the hole. The chain that hung from her nose ring gently tickled my ribcage as she leaned over me.

"Wha…what did they do to you Miko? What happened?" I asked nervously.

"Shh," she whispered to me, her ruby lips just inches from my own. "They have transformed Miko. Miko is now a lowly pet; an animal for Mistress' use. The old Miko is still inside this head, but trapped in psychological bondage. Miko can see everything that goes on, but has no control over her body, or her emotions."

My eyes filled with tears as she spoke. I could feel the heat of her breath against my lips as the words flowed from her beautiful mouth.

"Miko likes being this way now. This is her destiny, to be nothing more than a bitch whore animal on a leash. Do you like the Miko slut, Maliia?"

I tried to shake my head no. No, this can't be happening. No, this isn't possible, but Miko pressed her lips to mine. I felt her tongue snake out of her mouth and pry open my mouth. I was so shocked; I didn't know what to do. I felt her tongue in my orifice. The soft wet flesh and her saliva dripping into my mouth. Her tongue exploring me; rubbing against my teeth, the roof of my mouth, my gums. I felt something metallic as her tongue searched my mouth, my own tongue dancing and flittering against hers as she carefully discovered my oral cavity with her moist organ. As she withdrew her tongue from my mouth, she kept it out for a brief second. I could see it was long, much longer than any normal tongue, and it had a thick ring right at the tip, and a set of two grommets on either side of her tongue about halfway down forming an open hole for each grommet, with a small metal plate on each side of her tongue. Tears continued to fill my eyes; I couldn't believe what they had done to Miko, to my best friend.

"They will do this to you too, sweetie. Don't fight it; it's much better if you just give in, let yourself go," she whispered, raising one of her large breasts to my face. "See, they've even given Miko these beautiful breasts with these wonderful nipples. Aren't Miko's tits pretty?"

I noticed something white dribbling from the ends of her nipples and looked at her quizzically.

"That's right slave sister, they brought Miko to milking, just like the lowly animal that Miko is. Taste Miko. Taste Miko's love."

She pushed her breast into my mouth. I opened my mouth a little wider to accommodate her massive nipple and felt it glide over my tongue to the back of my throat. The metal of her nipple ring pushed against my lips and touched my teeth. I could feel her milk slowly dripping in my mouth and I could taste it on the very back of my tongue. It was delicious and sweet. I began to suckle at her breast like an infant. Slurping the succulent milk into me like it was a drug and trying not to swallow her nipple completely. The more I sucked, the more I wanted; I could think of nothing else. The delicious taste filled my mouth and Miko's sweet scent filled my nostrils.

"Looks like my little fuck toy is enjoying herself, judging by her reaction," I heard Mistress say as she moved a latex-covered finger around on my soaking vagina. "You are living up to your name for today, slut. You are literally dripping from your cunt. Oh, by the way, Miko's milk is not just ordinary breast milk, it has been enhanced to act much like a psycho addictive drug, which means that as long as you are under the influence of her milk your mind will be much more pliable, and if you go for more than a day or so without her milk you will go into extreme withdrawal, and possibly die. So you see, I have bound you two together for eternity through necessity. Isn't that just lovely? But then I suppose its what you really want, now isn't it, my little sex pet, to be with Miko for the rest of your life. I guess you just didn't think that it would be at the end of my leash."

As I heard the sound of her voice, her words filling my head, it didn't seem to matter. I knew that I should stop suckling at Miko's tit like a little girl, but I couldn't. Just as Mistress had said, it was addictive. My lips had taken over and were working Miko's nipple, trying desperately to extract her sweet delicious milk.

"Now that your will has started to weaken, I suppose I could let you know what will happen to you," Mistress said as her fingers continued to stroke and tug on the soft folds of my moist vagina. "As you may have guessed, I will modify you so that you will be very similar in appearance to my toy on a leash Miko. Other than the fact that she's an oriental fuck slut, and you are a Hawaiian one, you both have so much in common that it would be crime not to allow you to live out your lives twin slave whores."

I gazed up at Miko's face as my lips continued to suckle at her huge tit, and I noticed an incredible look of ecstasy on her face, as though she were about to orgasm. She was biting her pouty lower lip, yet not a sound escaped her delicious mouth.

"Enough, Miko, come kneel at my feet like the submissive little cunt that you are," Mistress snapped.

I tried to hold Miko's delicious nipple in my mouth, but as she pulled away I felt the steel ring at the base slide away from my teeth and her large nipple glide from the back of my throat, over my tongue and past my lips. A shiny strand of my saliva connected to it briefly and glistening in the light as Miko slowly walked to Mistress with her eyes cast at the floor, the subtle rattling of her hobble chains filled the room. She carefully knelt down, trying to keep her balance without the use of her arms, and pressed her head to the floor next to Mistress' shiny leather boot.

Mistress gently stroked Miko's long black hair with her latex gloved hand and said, "You're a good little fuck pet, aren't you, my Asian bitch in heat?"

"Yes Mistress, Miko is your little Asian bitch in heat," Miko answered almost robotically.

"Mm, you are such a delicious little toy," Mistress softly whispered into Miko's ear as she grasped Miko's nose chain and wrapped it around her hand. "Would you like for your owner to turn Maliia into a pet too? Hmm?"

"Yes Mistress", Miko responded as she closed her exquisite almond-shaped eyes from the dull aching pain of the chain tugging on her nose ring. "Your Asian bitch in heat Miko would like very much to see her friend Maliia become a whore on your leash."

"Mm, very well then," Mistress purred as she snapped her fingers again. "We will turn her into a little plaything."

Within seconds I saw the little Japanese assistant enter the room. I almost didn't recognize her since she looked so different from before. She was dressed almost exactly like Miko, except her arms were free. She wore the same kind of collar around her slender neck, and had a similar thick gold ring protruding from the septum of her nose. Her nipples, however, were even longer than Miko's, at least four inches long with a huge gold ring at the end of each one, and several smaller rings about an inch apart all the way up to her aureole. A small padlock looped through both of the gold rings at the ends of her nipples, so that her tender pink flesh was effectively locked together. A chain that was locked to the padlock connecting her nipples extended to another huge gold ring that dangled between her legs. I could see the chain lightly dancing against the soft skin of her ribcage as it snaked to her pussy. Just like Miko, the assistant had no pubic hair, and wore tight black rubber stockings and opera length gloves. Upon entering the room, the assistant fell to her knees and leaned forward until her forehead was touching the floor at Mistress' feet.

"Mistress, how may Akira serve you?"

"Mm, they are so delightful, aren't they, bitch Maliia?" Mistress directed at me as her latex hand gently squeezed Akira's huge left breast, and tugged at the captive long nipple that dangled from the end of it. "Do you like my work? I just love when I make their breasts like this. It's so humiliating for these girls with such tiny little bodies to have such large breasts. Naturally I have Akira in milking too, but don't worry dear; it's not her milk that you crave but she will be helping me to train you and your twin slave animal Miko. I do seem to be acquiring quite a collection of these oriental bitches. I suppose that it's just as well then that I got a hot little Hawaiian like yourself to make things more…diverse."

End of Part I. Part II hopefully to come soon with pee training, forced enemas, chastity belts and more modification and humiliation. For more stories by or about Maliia and real photos of her in bondage, visit her website at www.maliia.com.