“Getting Even”

By Vector

 

I couldn't believe it. I actually saw her. She humiliated me so bad earlier in life. How a person could be so mean. After that moment in time, so long ago, I vowed that I would get even no matter how long it took.

That was 6 years ago, my senior year of high school, when she embarrassed me in front of the entire student body. Ah how times have and haven't changed. I lucked out and started an internet development site, cashed out before the market crashed; bought a nice private island just outside of the British Virgin Islands. She was apparently the same stuck up bitch. You could see it in her eyes, the way she walked, what she wore.

After these few years she was still a beautiful woman. She stood a very petite 5 foot flat. Somehow her very small features 34B 22 32 sized frame seemed to fit her well. Mid back length light brown hair and those dark almost black/brown eyes that seemed to peer though your soul.

Well all things come to those who wait and I waited long enough. I made a mental note of the apartment building she entered for the night, and placed a call to my private security force. She may have stopped me in high school, but there was no way she could stop me from getting even now. The plan was set into motion.

I went to visit one of my old friends who made a good living off a material he sold to NASA. It was thousands of times stronger than steel, but light as carbon fiber. “Its made of Micro-Tubes” John told me. “Those techno terms get lost on me John”. All I really wanted was a virtually indestructible bag. “Here are your three micro-tube bags.”, John said as he walked out of his lab. “Two identical in size, one just a bit bigger and flatter. So what did you need these for – wait never mind. I'm sure I don't want to know.” I handed him his check and was on my way.

The next morning as she was leaving for work, she was accosted by my men and taken to my waiting plane...

"What the fuck is going on", the bitch asked as she was starting to wake up from her drug induced fog aboard my Global Express; "Bitch is awake" Carl said to Mike, as he grabbed the needle to put her back down. "You'll be wishing you were a nicer person soon" Mike said as she drifted back into unconsciousness.

Thankfully there are a number of Brazilian doctors that owe me big time. They were already waiting in a make shift pre-op area when the plane landed. I was briefing them on what needed to be done. I was going to get even, no matter what it took.

After doing consulting with the doc's on the procedures they were going to perform, and paying them in hard currency they were ready.

When she arrived, we stripped her naked. “She shaves” I said when I saw the pink inner flesh of her body. “First the hair removal” all 18 people armed with laser and electro shock tools went to work to remove all leg, arm, back, cunt and arm pit hair from her. I never wanted to see that again. Once those procedures were done, I felt their work. Smooth. “Perfect” I said aloud. “Take her in”

To start the procedure was fairly normal sounding. They were going to give her breast implants, as well as a uterus implant. A very nice laparoscopic procedure though the navel would ensure that no scars would be generally be seen. However they did inform me that they would have to make a one inch incision in each arm pit as well for the bracing that was required, though with proper healing they should be nearly invisible unless you look for them

Instead of the standard saline or silicone filled implants, I handed them the two identically sided micro-tube bags. These would be filled with mercury. “Gotta give this bitch some weight. Can't have her swimming off on me” The third and last tube would be inserted into her uterus and also filled. It would also ensure that no babies would be made. The arm pit incisions were required to add structured cable bracing back to her rib cage. The sheer weight of the new implants would cause he muscles to weaken as well as serious support problems. So it was necessary to secure them back to her frame to ensure their proper and final placement.

They continued though the night working on her. I went to my quarters to try to rest. There was no way I could sleep.

In the morning I entered the room. The bitch was still drugged and knocked out. Her tits looked fabulous, though obviously swollen. “She is having some serious problems breathing” Dr Hillbert said. “The weight of the mercury is more than she is used to and her lungs are not expanding as they should. The muscles are just too weak to offset the weight.” Instead you could see that she was laboring to breathe with her diaphragm. Those nice tits were unmoving and massive. “So Doc, what size do you think she is, not that she'll ever wear a bra again.”

“Hmmm” he said under his breath. “Well lets get out the tape and measure. No since in guessing” Doc grabbed the tape measure and started doing the calculations. “Well I could be incorrect, because I'm no clothing designer, but I'd say they are a nice 42 HHH”

“Well if that is the size of cantaloupes, then I have to agree with you doctor” well done I thought. “how long can we keep her under while she heals. I want her body to get well rested before she is introduced to it.” “I'd give it six weeks or so.” Fantastic.

“In addition to the super implants we gave her, she also has the bio electric impulse connectors you wanted, the bio electric stimulators and we were able to add almost all of the screws you wanted” Doc continued. “Almost all? “ I replied. “Yes, we ran out of bone to place them in. She is well weighted down now. “

I looked down at my new large breasted creation. I was getting a raging rock hard stiffy thinking of the nearly 100 lbs of surgical screws placed throughout her body for new added weight. The bio impulse connectors went to each muscle group, and when her body was exposed to a particular electro magnetic field, they went off like a TENs unit, stimulating all her muscle groups on command. “Instant workout machine, wouldn't you say” as I gazed on the hand held unit. The second stimulators were connected to her labia, nipples, and clit to allow me to stimulate her at my desire. Finally one last stimulator would cause immense pain as her nerves were lit with electricity. All this was powered on a movement engine (Similar to what is in a Rolex watch you never have to wind) so her body would be forever ready to receive the stimulus I could command upon her.

“So how much does she weigh now doc?” I inquired. “The screws added nearly 100 lbs to her 101 lb frame. The mercury added an additional 127lbs. So her new weight is over 325. According to the medical charts, she is now grossly overweight, for her height, though you'd never know unless you tried to move her.”

I waked over to attempt to pick up a leg, to feel the weight “heavy” I said aloud. Next I tried to pick her up, and was not able. “outstanding!” So I guess we should have her building muscle while we keep her drugged so she could, in theory, move when she wakes up. “Yes. That would be a good idea” Doc said as he was preparing to leave.

Each week you could see more muscle being created, more definition. By the time it was nearing for her awaking she looked nearly like a body builder. The muscles weren't huge by any means, but the definition of each one of them was visible. The additional muscle mass added 10 more lbs.

“Ok Wake this little bitch up” I said. “It will be a few hours before she starts to come around” the nursing attendant said. “Fine. Summon me when she starts to come to. I want to be here for this.”

Her eyes were the first part of her to signal that she was waking up. “Better to tell him she's waking up”. Mike came into my study to let me know the good news. “Beatutiful” I said.

When I arrived some more life was being brought into her. Still restrained by the magnet keeping the screws in her bones secured to the table; some how she said “I demand to be let go and I demand to know what is going on here”. I looked into her fiery eyes and said “If only you were a nice person, perhaps I'll answer your… “ She butted in and said “My god what have you done to me and by breasts, I'll have your head when I get free for this”

“Freedom, is that what you want? Release her” Mike cut the power and suddenly she was free for the first time in weeks. You could see she was really slow in moving. It was quite comical actually. She attempted at first to sit up, but with so much of her weight making her top heavy, there was no way to just simply sit up.

“Ugh whats the matter with me” The bitch said as she was rolling over to try to get up on all fours.

“Perhaps if you'd not be so rude and listen for once in your life…”

“Shut up!” she was screaming “I'll see you burn for this when I get free”

“Your free. Go. Leave if you can” I said as I turned and walked out the door.

Mike and I went up to the islands security, monitoring and perimeter office. “Keep a close eye on her. I bet she tries to look for help on the island and then tries to swim to the neighboring island. Too bad I own that one too, but it will be interesting to see her attempt to swim with all that weight.”

Sure enough, once she got to the floor, she found she couldn't just simply stand either. With the mercury weight in her tits, she couldn't just simply force herself upright, despite her enhanced muscles. So the only way she could do it was to use her arms on a chair to get up right.

“Mike check this out” I said as she was trying to balance with all that top heavy weight. I was laughing out loud. “Perhaps she will learn in time to walk again, but I bet it takes a while”

“What's going on with me” she though internally, “who was that psycho – and why the hell can't I stand”. Since the facility was located just a stone's though away from the ocean I figured correctly that she would head there

“Help me” she kept screaming as she left the building. As soon as she hit the sand, she was unable to stay erect and fell down with a resounding thud”

“Ouch, shit fuck damn” she said after hitting the turf as the tears started to come from the pain. “What the fuck is the matter with me?” she screamed. “I have to get out of here she thought”

To be continued….

“Getting Even”

“Part II

“Attempt at a Water Escape”

Falling down on the sand was by no means graceful or gentle. She began to cry out loud “What is going on”.

“Think. Calm down.” She said to herself. She struggled to get to all fours her arms beginning to shake from the weeks of non-use. “If I can just find some help”, she thought. Looking around, she saw it was mid-day. She was on a sandy beach. “Must be in south Florida , and that must be one of the keys; There has to be a road nearby I can make it to and get some help”.

She turned her head to listen for the sound of cars, people, planes, anything. Nothing. “Ok. Get a hold of yourself, get up and walk” She worked to push herself backwards onto a kneeling position. The sheer fact that she was so top heavy made it difficult. With one resounding push, she managed to get onto her knees, however she wasn't ready for the inertial force she started, and immediately fell backwards onto her back as the weight moved though her upper body like a pendulum.

The weight in her breasts hit her lungs like a baseball bat. The wind was knocked out of her, she tensed up and tried to breath. Her lungs were unable to expand against the weight. Exhausted from all the effort, and begging to run out of air, she passed out.

I was back in my cool office, just admiring her struggle. Mike turned away from the monitor and said “Man did you see that, she pushed herself backwards. Did you see her tits hit herself?”

“Absolutely! That was amazing! Hey hey look she is struggling to breath. Mike send some people down there ASAP to make sure she's all right. Wouldn't want anything to bad to happen to her”

Mike laughed on his way out. By the time Mike accompanied by a couple of other guards made it to her, she had passed out and had relaxed her muscles, allowing her to breath with her diaphragm again.

‘Hmm look at that Mike said. I wonder if she will ever realize that she can't breathe with just her lungs anymore with that weight on her”

“Who cares?” One of the guards replied.

“Let's get her in one of the beach chairs” Mike said. Get her some water too.

Mike grabbed her arms, and the other grabbed her ankles. “Geez fucking heavy” The funny thing is that she still looks like a 5 foot tall bimbo with massive tits. Just from looking at her, she doesn't appear she'd weigh much over 100lbs. but geez is she fucking heavy”

By the time they placed her in one of those beach lounger style chairs. The water had arrived.

“Ok lets leave her here and head back” Mike said.

I was watching this all happen from my comfortable easy chair in the den. “Live on TV, it's a stupid bitch that can't move well” I said in a TV style announcer voice as Mike returned to me.

As I sat there, she just slept. “I guess those weeks of being knocked out, she'd be well rested…. Let me know if she wakes up. I'll be in the massage room getting a massage”

“Will do” Mike replied as I left the room

One of the advantages of being wealthy was the simple fact that I could get what I needed when I needed it. It was about 8 months ago when I ran an advertisement in Thailand and Ukraine , advertising for ladies to join me on my island. The advertisement was simple. “You: Attractive, young female. Me: Wealthy billionaire; Where: Caribbean Island . What: You take care of my needs and I'll take care of you. “I was flooded with so many letters, e-mails and such that there wasn't simply time to review them all. So I picked a handful of ladies from each place, Had them medically checked out, told them that they would all be my girlfriends on the island, and that all I expected was for them to take care of my every desire, and in return I'd ensure that they were well fed, taken care of, treated by outstanding medical doctors and they would never have a care in the world again. Some refused, and I sent them on their way, others agreed, but didn't work out and got rid of them, but in the end I had several women that were perfectly tuned to my needs.

That's when I met the Brazilian doctors the first time. Several of the Thai ladies had really small breasts, so I had them increased with the normal silicone implants. Sure it could ruin your heath, but they felt better than saline implants, and what the heck, who knew how long they would be around anyways.

And that's how I spend many days. I encouraged them to explore their bi-sexual tendencies, as having a good girl on girl show was never a bad thing. I fucked them all in every possible manor and in every possible way. It was pure bliss.

I must say things were working out well. Both Olga and Lisa were absolutely heaven when giving a massage. It's a perfect way to spend some time during the day. Lisa always was good at taking care of my needs in the massage room.

…

Mike grabbed a couple other guys and just watched the bitch rest. “Man look, I think she is getting a sunburn; Do you think we should put her in the shade” one of them said

“Hey the boss said to just watch her. I'm not going to disobey. This is a sweet gig, and I'm doing nothing to fuck it up.”

“Yup I'm with ya, but that's going to hurt in the morning!”

“Not my problem and I'm going to keep it that way” Mike said as he grabbed a bottle of water for himself.

…

Warmth. She was starting to wake up. She felt the warmth on the sun and it felt good. She heard a bird flying overhead chirping. “What a fucked up dream” she thought to herself. As she opened her eyes and saw the ocean for the second time in a day.

“Better go get him, she's starting to move again” Mike said to one of the guards. “Quick run – he's getting a massage”

“FUCK!” she screamed when she realized that the massive tits were still on her chest and that realization brought her back to reality that this was no dream.

It was really amazing, on a larger woman the 42 inches of tits would certainly look very large, but on this bitch, with her small frame, they looked positively massive. They easily stuck out 7 inches or more from her chest wall. There roundness also added to the appearance of massive size. If you used both hands to grab one, there would still be room to add a third hand.

Mike and the others certainly felt them while they were healing. Very different feeling than silicone implants, we all agreed. The Mercury just moved within them with ease. The felt almost natural, despite their size. Aside from the fact that if they ever broke they would certainly kill her from mercury poisoning, which is why the FDA would never approve, but I liked them. They also had the desired effect of ensuring she would be slower to move.

Her torso was laying at a 45 degree angle back from her legs in the chair, and she fought to sit up. The additional weight made her legs move upwards, instead of her chest. Pushing back with her hands against the chair, she was finally able to sit upright.

“What's wrong with me” she thought again. As she lifted up her right arm, it felt like she was holding a hand weight. The arm was very heavy. “What the fuck”. The micro-line incisions where the surgical screws were implanted in her bones had completely healed, most without even the slightest appearance.

“I must be tired or something; This isn't right” she thought as she was moving her other arm.

Looking around her surroundings, she saw she was alone on the beach, sitting in a chair, with what appeared to be a bottle of water sitting on the table. No one else was around

“Help Me!” she screamed at the top of her lungs; “Anyone help me please!” After a few more screams and some more time elapsed, she came to the realization that if help was available it wasn't coming.

“I'm going to get to that other island over there.” She said to herself. “lots of people live on the keys and I can get one of them to help”

She swung her legs over to one side of the chair and used the arm of the chair to stand.

“Paul come quick” the guard said as he burst into the room. Olga was working on my upper torso and Lisa was in the middle of giving me a blow job when he burst in

“Of all the moments to interrupt me” I started to stay as I was near cumming, when I realized that there was only one reason I'd be interrupted in there.

I quickly grabbed my shorts put them over my still rock hard dick and went back into the den for my live TV show. “Hey, get them to install a TV in the massage room today” I said to the guard.

“That bitch is leaving me with blue balls” I said to Mike as I entered.

“You'll have to make her help you out and apologize properly” Mike replied

“What did I miss?”

“Not much, It's recorded on the DVR when your ready to see it. Just some screaming and terror in her eyes”

“Good man”

She was in the process of using the chair to stand erect again. She made the mistake of leaning forward against the chair, and not bracing her self for the immediate weight shift forwards, fell down into the sand.

The sand hit her sunburn like sandpaper. She screamed at the sensation.

“Okay to the water” as she got back on all fours and headed out. “As soon as I'm in the water I'll be lighter and can swim. These implants are heavy” she said to herself.

As she entered the water she again tried to stand but to no avail. “Swim' She willed herself, as her head went under water.

“Mike get down there quick” I turned to say to him as I realized he was already headed out of the door. Can't lose this bitch yet. We aren't even close to getting even. I thought to myself.

“Swim” she said to herself again, as she realized that the harder she tried, it made no difference.

“Float, swim shit, anything, what the hell is going on?” as she realized that she had a bigger problem. No air.

To be Continued…