Honeymoon Gone Awry Part II

Honeymoon Gone Awry Part II Chapter 14

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WARNING:

This story is fiction, and should be treated as such. The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex including bestiality.  If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upsets you, DO NOT read any further. If it is illegal in your location, DO NOT read it.

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Doug’s three weeks were well spent under Juanita’s careful tutelage. They occupied a summer house located at the back of Edgar’s property. For reasons soon to be disclosed, he didn’t want them in the main house while he was away. Juanita had no problem with this arrangement. The summer house was spacious and offered them all the luxuries of the mansion.

Juanita’s directive from Edgar was to continue to push Doug to new limits. He was well on his way to being an obedient and subservient wimp, however, Edgar wanted to know if he had limits. Was there a point where he would draw the line and refuse to obey them? It was up to Juanita to find out.

Doug’s fortitude was tested on a daily basis. His food was still laced with an aphrodisiac that kept him highly aroused at all times and highly trainable. They hoped to soon reach the point where they could back off on the amount of drugs he was given as his mental conditioning progressed.

Was there anything Doug wouldn’t agree to do?  Juanita intended to find out as she planned to push him to new limits and new levels of humiliation. She wanted to completely destroy his will, assuring that he would obey without question. 

Doug had received enemas from Monica in the past, but Juanita was going to take it to a new level this time around. She was bound and determined to test not only his endurance but his willingness to obey.

“It’s time for an enema, Doug,” Juanita announced as she led him into the large, spacious bathroom. This was not Doug’s favorite pastime, and she knew it. He only hoped that she would not force him to hold the enema for any length of time.

She removed the Houdini Chastity Harness and took out the 3 inch butt plug that was stretching his rectum. She then stroked his cock, getting it nice and hard.

“I love your cock, Doug,” she cooed as she ran her tongue along his long shaft.

Doug moaned as her hot, wet tongue sent chills up and down his spine. She loved teasing him, making his cock rock hard only to leave him hot and horny as it throbbed and demanded more attention.

“Today we’re going to do things a little bit differently,” she told him, licking the length of his hard shaft.

He felt a sense of relief, now certain that she would go easy on him. Her tongue, travelling the length of his cock, sent chills up and down his spine as the cum began to boil in his balls.

“I do things much differently than Monica. I hope you like it,” she said, smiling at the naïve groom as she abandoned his hard, throbbing cock and started to prepare the first enema. By the time she was done with him, he would cringe at the word ‘enema’.

“I’m sure I will, Miss Juanita,” he replied.

“Oh good, let me explain to you how this will work. You will receive nine enemas today, in three groups of three,” she said as she chuckled silently to herself. .

“What?” Doug exclaimed in horror.

“Excuse me!” Juanita said with a note of irritation in her voice.

“I’m sorry, Miss Juanita, I was just surprised by the number of enemas,” he said meekly.

“Do you have a problem with that?” she asked, looking for any sign of defiance from him.

“No, of course not,” he said quickly.

“Good!” she replied, knowing that it was anything but good.  “I want to be sure you are thoroughly cleaned out. The first enema in the group is a sixteen ounce mineral oil and warm water solution. You only have to retain it for ten minutes.”

She smiled as she finished preparing the solution.  He stood there defenseless as Juanita applied K-Y Jelly to his anus, burying her finger deep within his bowels.  She then took the enema nozzle and slowly inserted it in his rectum. She inflated the ball insuring that he would lose none of the liquid that would soon be released until she decided the time was right. She released the valve, and the warm liquid started its journey into his rectum.

Doug groaned as he felt his rectum filling with the warm solution. The feeling of fullness was almost immediate.

“The second sixteen ounce enema is administered in the same fashion. That one contains water and my own special peppermint Castile soap. The temperature is a little hotter, and you must hold it for twenty minutes,” she told him in hushed tones as she circled him, lightly touching his hard cock as the liquid continued to fill him.

Doug sensed the pleasure she received from seeing him suffer and dreaded the ordeal that lay before him.

“The third sixteen ounce enema contains simply water, rather hot water, and must be held for half an hour. After the third enema you can rest for awhile. You’ll have to squat during your rest period, but don’t worry you won’t be bored. I’ll keep you entertained,” she said as she closed the valve, sealing the meager sixteen ounce solution in his bowels.

Juanita stroked his cock as she slid her hot, wet tongue up and down the length of his shaft. Doug couldn’t think straight. At this point he would do just about anything to get his cock down her throat.

“Then after your rest period, the second and third series of enemas will be administered exactly as the first with only one difference,” she said, abandoning his cock. “The difference is size, Doug. The second series of enemas is thirty-two ounces, while the third is sixty-four, a full half gallon.”

Doug groaned as his spirits fell. He feared the long drawn out ordeal.

By the time he received his third enema, he was growing quite weary. How would he be able to endure six more enemas with increasing amounts of liquid for prolonged periods of time?  He sat on the commode expelling the foul solution for the third time that evening. There was a brief interlude before more of the solution flooded out of his bowels. The young groom was humiliated as Juanita stood close by and watched.

He sat there for several more minutes, but it appeared as if all of the liquid had been drained from his system.

“Come over here, Doug. You’ve been a very good boy so far, and I want to reward you,” Juanita said.

Doug walked to the center of the large bathroom. Juanita ordered him to squat down. She stood there before him dressed only in a pair of black stockings, garter belt, and six inch black heels. She seductively moved closer to him with her legs spread wide.

“You’ve done quite well, so far, and I feel you should be rewarded,” she said as she offered him her pussy.

Doug still had a raging hard on that had received very little attention this evening. She teased him earlier with the promise of more to come, but now precum was drizzling from his neglected cock. He started to lick her moist pussy, and in a very short time she orgasmed from his expert manipulation. 

He was getting quite adept at eating pussy, and the Mexican made sure he had many opportunities to practice. His legs ached, but he maintained that position for thirty minutes while he serviced the dark skinned woman. As he licked her to a second orgasm, he fantasized that his hard cock was buried deep in her warm, pulsating pussy.

But this was not to be the case as the second round of enemas began. They were more challenging and the discomfort was more intense. Added to that was the length of the whole ordeal.  By the time he was finished with the second round, two and a half hours had passed. The third round began immediately, and this is when Doug suffered the most.

He was weary as the solution began to enter him for the seventh time. It wasn’t long before he felt himself filling up. His stomach was distended, and his once flat abdomen started to round out as the sixty-four ounce solution of mineral oil and warm water continued to fill him.

“Ohhhhhhhhh!” he moaned as he started to cramp, but the liquid continued to flow.

Juanita ran her hand over his belly and reached further down to stroke his large, throbbing cock. She knew he was deeply distressed, and this aroused her even more. She took such pleasure in his distress. The painful expression on his face was almost an aphrodisiac for her.

“You’re almost there, baby. Only a little bit more solution, and then you have to hold it for only ten minutes.”

“Ahhhhhhhhhhh!” he moaned again, almost delirious with the pain.

Ten minutes seemed like an eternity as the cramping doubled him over in pain. No liquid could escape once the bulb had been inflated. He couldn’t expel the foul solution even if he wanted to. Juanita played with her clit as his discomfort increased.

The first enema in this series was horrible, but the last enema, which had to be held for thirty minutes, tested the poor boy beyond any imaginable limits and almost drove him insane with pain. His belly convulsed with cramps, and that would continue for the next thirty minutes before he was allowed to relieve himself.

Juanita was amused and taunted him by rubbing and pushing on his abdomen further adding to his discomfort and distress.

“My, you look like you’re pregnant,” she laughed, amused by her own poor attempt at humor.

Whenever he reached a point where he could tolerate no more, she would lower her hand to his aching cock and give it a stroke. She was driving him mad. This whole ordeal had been going on for almost three and a half hours.

“You can do it, Doug. I know you can,” she whispered as she rubbed his precum all over the head of his cock.

The cramping got worse and worse, but the Mexican made him hold it in for the full thirty minutes.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!” he groaned almost continuously now as his sphincter convulsed around the nozzle violating his ass, causing him much discomfort. He dropped to his knees, hoping and praying that this ordeal would soon be over. 

Juanita had another idea though that would really put the young groom to the test.

“Your thirty minutes are up, Doug,” she announced. “Congratulations, I’m so proud of you.”

“Oh, thank God,” he grunted as another severe cramp hit him, and he doubled over in pain.

“But I have something to ask you before we continue.”

“Yes,” he grunted, finding the pain almost unbearable.

“Watching you like this has made me so hot and horny. Would you pleasure me before I release the enema?”

“Oh God, I can’t take it any longer. I’ve done what you asked,” he groaned in distress.

“I want to be able to tell Monica how obedient you were,” she said.

“I’ve been obedient,” he muttered, lost in a world of pain.

“I want you to bring me to a climax before the valve is released on the nozzle,” she demanded.

“But the cramping is killing me. I don’t think I can take any more,” he stammered.

Juanita grabbed him by the hair and lifted his head so that he was forced to look at her through pain-filled eyes.

“Then you’re saying that you’re not as devoted as you pretend to be,” she hissed.

“I am devoted,” he said.

“Then prove it!” she said as she placed her foot on his abdomen and applied pressure.

“Oooooooooooowwwwww!” he shrieked as the pain became more intense.

“Wouldn’t it be nice for me to be able to tell Monica that you went above and beyond what you were required to do in order to prove your obedience and devotion?” she said, hovering over him as she offered him her pussy.

Doug lay there in severe pain. He looked pregnant as his belly was cruelly distended by the two quarts of solution that he was being forced to retain for an extended period of time. The cruel agonizing cramps were now coming in shorter intervals as he forced himself to get up on his knees, knowing there was no escaping the inevitable.

He attacked her pussy with a passion and expertly licked and sucked her labia and hard, throbbing clit. The cramps continued hindering and distracting him from what he was doing, but he persevered, determined to bring this woman to a climax as quickly as possible. His own cock grew harder and yearned for attention.

He drove his tongue into her hole and explored her cunt walls. Juanita rotated her hips, getting hotter and hotter, and soon was on the verge of a climax.  She couldn’t believe that he was actually willingly conforming to her wishes.

“Oh, yes!” she moaned.

Doug, in his enthusiasm, drove his tongue deeper into the Mexican, but in his eagerness his teeth dug into her outer cunt lips.

She shrieked and pulled away.

“Why did you do that!” she screamed as she slapped him hard across the face. “You bit me!”

“No, Miss Juanita, I would never do that. I was only burying my tongue deeper into you to give you more pleasure,” he blurted out as the cramps were coming in waves now. It had been well over forty minutes.

“Well, you hurt me, whether you meant to or not!”

“I’m so sorry. Forgive me. I only meant to pleasure you,” he stammered as he doubled over in pain.

“Stand up!” she ordered.

Doug struggled to get to his feet. The cramps were coming almost continuously now. 

“Go and sit on the commode!”

“But I’m not done! I didn’t bring you to a climax yet,” he pleaded.

She was truly amazed at his devotion and desire to please her, but she also had a mean streak in her.

“I’m not taking any more chances. You already hurt me once,” she hissed.

Defeated, Doug waddled over to the commode and sat down. Juanita deflated the bulb and removed the nozzle. The liquid poured out of the humiliated groom in tons and avalanches. He spent the next twenty minutes sitting there as the solution gushed out of him at unexpected intervals.

Juanita finally ordered him to take a shower. Then she put him back in the Houdini Chastity Harness with a new three and a quarter inch butt plug in place. Unfulfilled and frustrated, he lay next to Juanita as she used a vibrator to masturbate herself. He felt like a failure. Why did his damn teeth have to get in the way? He was only trying to pleasure her while he was feeling unbearable pain.

Doug spent a restless night but finally dosed off to sleep sexually frustrated. The next morning when he woke up, Juanita wasn’t there.  He went to the bathroom to relieve himself and felt some pain as his cock tried to get hard, confined within the metal tube. Of course, this was impossible and only added to his distress.

A short time later Juanita returned.

“I talked to Mr. Stevens this morning and explained to him what happened last night. He has made an appointment for you.” Juanita said.

“An appointment?” Doug asked.

“Yes, an appointment with Dr. Shriver,” she added.

“Isn’t he a dentist?” Doug asked.

“Yes, he is, Doug,” Juanita replied.

“Why do I have to see the dentist?” he asked, fearing that he already knew the answer to that question.

“You’re seeing the dentist because of what happened last night,” she stated.

“But that was a mistake. I never intended….”

“Be quiet! It doesn’t matter whether it was a mistake or not. You were supposed to pleasure me, not bring me pain. You failed. This is being done for your own good and to ensure that something like this never happens again.”

Doug stood there dumbfounded.

“Is Dr. Shriver going to do to me what he did to Julie?” he asked.

“Yes!” Juanita said without a hint of emotion.

Doug did not protest, but rather stood there with a single tear running down his cheek.

“Don’t cry, Doug. Those nasty teeth won’t be around much longer to cause me or anyone else any more pain,” she whispered as her tongue probed his ear. “You’ll be the best little muff eater in the world when I’m done with you. Remember, your only purpose in life is to obey and bring others pleasure.  This will help you achieve that goal.”

Julie’s week in Tijuana was intense. With each passing day her popularity grew, and by the end of the week she was being fucked by over 50 men a day not to mention the fact that she deep-throated the majority of them. She was taking on up to five at a time as every hole in her body was filled and her hands were occupied by two large cocks ready to spew forth their vile cum. She was a cum slut who craved cock and couldn’t get enough of it. In one week she had more sex than the average woman had in a year. Her whole world focused on her sensuality and her hot cunt that never seemed to be satisfied. They abused her both physically and mentally, and this is when she preformed best. She fed on the humiliation and abuse.

The difference this time was that she was being compensated for her services which paid for the trip and then some. She was now a whore in the truest sense of the word.

The day that they flew out of Tijuana for Amsterdam, she was producing milk. The Albino corn snakes had done their job well as they sucked and caressed her breasts every four hours, producing the desired effect. Many men also made good use of her huge tits as they sucked her dry. With each session her milk production increased. Monica calculated that by the time they returned to New York, she would be producing well over a quart of milk a day and maybe even more. She needed to do some further research and devise a method for collecting the milk. The Albinos could not consume all of the milk that the bride slut was going to produce.  Monica had big plans for her.

Julie rested for several days, rest which she desperately needed in ordered for her well used pussy and rectum to heal. They visited the major sites in Amsterdam and dined in the finest restaurants. They finally took up resident in De Wallen, the largest and best-known red-light district in Amsterdam and a major tourist attraction. Here, Julie’s education continued.

The red light district was a network of alleys containing several hundred tiny one-room apartments rented by female prostitutes. It was located in the older part of the city and had a quaint charm all of its own. Doorways lined the narrow street of the district and these glass doors advertised what the girls had to offer. Many were lit by neon signs.

Monica procured one of these rooms for Julie. She served as the young slut’s agent, negotiating with the men, young and old, who sought out her services. As a further enticement, Julie often stood in the doorway with the Albinos suckling her tits. This attracted many men especially those who were more into kinky and offbeat sex.

From around 10:00 PM until 4:00 AM Julie worked almost non-stop entertaining the many men who were willing to pay for her services. She was fucked in every hole, and many of them were nasty and rough with her. She discovered that the rougher they were, the more she liked it as she experienced mind-blowing orgasms. This was all part of her education. She no longer was the young, innocent bride. She was a slut, Edgar’s slut, and he wanted her degraded and humiliated. She was well paid for her services, and Monica constantly reminded her that she was putting out for money like any common whore.

By 4:00 AM Julie was exhausted and slept late into the morning. From noon until 10:00 PM they were free to do what they liked. Since marijuana was legal in Amsterdam, Monica used some of the money Julie earned to acquire quite an impressive quantity of the weed. She saw this as another opportunity to further corrupt the slut bride and add to her moral decline if that was possible.

Julie led a sheltered life and was never exposed to any drugs in her youth. Being the daughter of a minister, she had a strong sense of right and wrong. She knew of kids in high school that used drugs, but she would never think of using them herself. Her body was the temple of the Holy Spirit and could only be filled with that which was good. She was well grounded in her Christian beliefs.

Monica sat on the bed smoking weed the morning after Julie’s first night of work in Amsterdam. She smoked the stuff during her college days but was never a serious user. She was smart enough to know the downfalls of drug abuse.

Julie awoke and sat up in bed after an exhausting night servicing the European men who used her the previous night until the wee hours of the morning. She was sore but luckily had the whole day to recuperate.

“Try this. It will make you feel better,” Monica said, handing her a joint.

Julie took the joint and looked at it. She wasn’t sure what to make of it, but Monica was watching her intently and encouraging her, waiting for her to try it.

She put it to her lips and inhaled. She immediately started coughing and choking as the smoke entered her lungs. Monica took the joint from her and watched amused as Julie tried to regain her composure.

“You need to inhale slowly and hold the smoke in your mouth for a few seconds before exhaling. This way you can get the full effect of the weed.”

“Weed? I thought that was a cigarette?” Julie said.

“It’s marijuana,” Monica laughed.

“Isn’t marijuana illegal?” she asked.

“No, not here it isn’t. Try it again but take it slowly.”

Julie took the joint and slowly inhaled. She held her breath and soon began to get lightheaded. She exhaled as her heart began to race. It was not at all an unpleasant feeling so she tried it again. She liked it.

Pleased with her response, Monica crawled up on the bed and started to suck on Julie’s left nipple. The young slut groaned as she took another hit from the joint which made her even dizzier. She lay back smoking the joint while the black Amazon attached her succulent lips to her long nipples.

The snakes were eventually brought out as Monica abandoned the delirious girl’s tits and worked her way down to her gaping cunt. She soon needed to make other arrangement for Julie’s suckling. The girl’s milk production had increased faster than she had anticipated. The snakes could not be a repository for the amount of milk she planned on having her produce. She could already notice an increase in size in her tits.

The week in Amsterdam passed quickly. Julie spent her nights as a high class whore offering her body to any man who was willing to pay for it while her days were spent in a state of euphoria as Monica plied her with as much marijuana as she wanted. 

Monica also did her research on breast pumps and decided on purchasing a hospital grade pump. She was amazed at how far the technology had progressed even in this area. The breast pump she purchased was microprocessor controlled, piston driven, and had a wide range of suction options. It had built in bottle holders and was totally portable. It suited not only their current travel needs but would provide a convenient way to increases Julie’s milk production when they were back at Edgar’s estate.

She sampled Julie’s milk on their last night in Amsterdam and was surprised at how good it tasted. Monica hadn’t drunk milk since she was in high school, but this could be the start of a new trend for her.

Julie’s final night in Amsterdam was one she would not soon forget. She was in great demand as word quickly spread throughout the district. Spend your money on the leggy auburn-haired beauty with the amazing tits. It was late, and she was exhausted.  Monica was just about to call it a night when six older men approached her.

“Is the slut available,” one of them asked gruffly.

“It’s late,” she replied.

“I didn’t ask you for the time. I want the slut for a couple of hours or so,” he insisted.

“It’s already 3:45 AM and time to call it a night,” Monica replied, not at all impressed with the appearance of these old codgers who looked unkempt and crude.

“I’ll pay you $3000 for two hours with her. No holds barred,” he said.

This was a lot of money for a couple of hour’s work. It was tempting.

“She’s not to be damaged in any way,” Monica warned.

“Don’t worry. She won’t be damaged,” he sneered. “But it’s be a night she won’t soon forget.”

The old man paid in advance, and the six old geezers entered the room. They quickly undressed and stood in a circle around her. It was not a pretty sight. The youngest of them had to be at least 70, and their bodies had absolutely no muscle tone. All of them without exception was shrunken and shriveled up. Monica doubted that they could even get it up.

“Did you boys take your Viagra?” asked the leader of the group.

“Damn straight, we did,” one answered.

“I took a double dose,” another replied.

“This is one mighty fine piece of ass, and we’re going to make the most of it,” said another.

The leader stood in front of Julie and lifted her tits in his hands. He felt the weight of the massive boobs as the others looked on in awe. He then suddenly reared back and smacked her tits for no reason at all.

“Owwwwwwwww!” she shrieked.

He had a mean streak in him. Julie was soon to find out that all of them had a nasty streak running through their veins.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

He assaulted her tits, sending them smashing into each other with each successive blow.

Another one of the old men standing behind her started slapping her ass.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

She was being battered from both sides as the blows continued to land on her vulnerable young body. The six old geezers started to get hard.

“Ooooooowwwwww! Please don’t hit me!” she cried.

“You nasty slut, you deserve to be punished!” one of them told her. “Good thing you’re not my daughter!”

The leader of the group then pushed her down on her knees. She was surrounded by the decrepit old men. She looked at them astonished that even though they were old and shriveled up, their cocks were all long, fat, and hard.  An incongruity existed here. Their massive tools appeared to escape the aging process. They stood out from their bodies, several of them already dripping precum. It was like a scene from “Night of the Living Dead” only these old men were far from dead.

“Is it true you have false teeth?” asked the leader of this ancient crew.

“Yes,” Julie replied meekly.

“Let’s see!” he ordered.

Julie removed her dentures and handed them to the old man as the others stood around her speechless, for the moment anyway.

“Smile for us,” one of the others ordered.

Julie pasted a smile on her face, feeling embarrassed as they mocked and made fun of her toothless grin. She could feel her cunt juicing up as they stared at her and made rude comments.

“What’s wrong with these damn kids today?” one of them commented.

“There’s no discipline in the home,” another said.

“Damn straight! Otherwise why would a young girl like this have all of her teeth removed?” bellowed another.

“She’s just a fucking slut who likes to suck cock,” the leader said as he grabbed her by the hair and smacked her face hard with his cock, first one cheek and then the other.

Julie was utterly humiliated as they talked about her in this manner.

The old man finally tired of hitting her.

“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue,” he ordered.

He smiled evilly when he saw the studs in her tongue.

“Oh my God!” exclaimed one of the other old men. “Do you see that?”

“Yes, I can see that,” he replied as he slapped her tongue with his hard cock. He was drooling in anticipation of his next move. “Suck it, bitch, and use your gums and your studded tongue.”

The others stood around and watched for several minutes as the old man’s cock slowly disappeared down Julie’s throat. He was in another world as his cock was pleasured by probably one of the few mouths totally modified to bring pleasure to the male sex organ.

“Look at the nasty slut deep-throating him!” exclaimed one of the old men.

The old man held her head and rammed his cock in and out of her throat with no regard for her well being, or the fact that he was crushing her nose into his groin with every vicious thrust. He liked to play rough.

Monica watched warily, but was herself getting aroused as Julie suffered at the hands of these abusive men. She didn’t want her hurt, but the rough housing would be a good experience for her.

One old geezer standing behind her doubled up his belt and started laying blows across her naked back.

“Mmmmmmmmmnnnn!” she protested at the shock of the sudden and unexpected blow.  Her eyes went wide as another stinging blow landed on her back.

“This will teach the little slut a lesson. Maybe if her parents were a little harder on her while she was growing up, she wouldn’t be such a tramp today.”

Her massive tits swayed on her chest as the old man applied the belt to her. Two others leaned over and started to work over her tits. They pulled on her nipples and squeezed them roughly. They slapped them and watched them as they flopped wildly around on her chest.

The cock buried in her mouth suddenly erupted. Her throat was flooded with cum which she quickly swallowed to prevent herself from choking. As soon as the old man withdrew his cock from her mouth, it was immediately replaced by another. This went on and on as her mouth was constantly filled with the old men’s huge cocks, demanding to be serviced by her. She suffered their continual verbal abuse. They were unrelenting as they belittled her with their rude and disrespectful comments and physically abused her luscious body.

But strangely, in spite of all they did to her, she got hotter and hotter as they used her for their own pleasure. The first climax was only one of many that were almost constant as the onslaught continued.

After sucking off the last of the old men, she thought she was done until she looked up and saw to her amazement that they were all hard again. They manipulated her like a rag doll as she was forced to impale herself on one of the ancient cocks while another entered her from behind. They took turns double fucking her as orgasm after orgasm was forced out of her.

In the midst of all this they discovered that her tits were leaking milk.

“Jesus Christ, look at this!” one of the old geezers cried out in amazement.

Two old chapped set of wrinkled lips wrapped themselves around her long, hard nipples and sucked out the sweet milk that now filled her sacs.  They all worked like a well oiled machine as they fucked her in both holes and filled her with their cum. When one of them was finished depositing his load of cum up her ass or cunt, he presented his cock to her to be cleaned. All three holes were filled while the others took turns draining the milk from her tits.

“Aaaaaaaggghhhh!” she screamed as another orgasm racked her body. Her nipples were overly sensitive, and the milk flowing from them drove her higher and higher as she peaked again and exploded.

She was weary and exhausted as the sun began to peak its head over the horizon. It was 6:00 AM, and Julie was little more than a zombie as the last man buried his cock down her throat.

“You better do a good job, little lady,” he ordered. “Considering where that’s been, I want it nice and clean.”

After that they left, and Julie, weary and exhausted, slept most of the day. That afternoon the last leg of their journey began. They were headed for Berlin. Julie thought she would be facing more of the same thing, but she was in for a big surprise.

On the flight to East Berlin she was totally sober and had time to think. A pang of remorse filled her as she thought of the number of men that had used her over the past two weeks, yet her own husband had never once made love to her. This made her sad, knowing that the life they had planned together could never be realized. She was travelling down a one way street, and there was no turning back.

She was not the same woman that Doug married. She was the antithesis of that innocent young woman. The old Julie no longer existed. Tears welled up in her eyes as they flew at 30,000 feet. She knew she was no better than a common whore. She had sold her body for money. She had performed every disgusting act imaginable for a price. She did many things that only a short time ago would have thoroughly disgusted her; but worst of all she knew her innocence was gone forever, and she could never return to her former life.

She felt melancholy as she stood in line, waiting to go through customs. She knew how she would bring herself out of this low once they reached their hotel.  

“Excuse me, miss, but would you please step over here,” the custom’s officer requested.

“Is there a problem?” Monica asked.

“I’m afraid there is. Are you two young ladies travelling together?” asked the officer.

“Why, yes, we are?” Monica replied. “What seems to be the problem?”

“Well, ladies, it appears as if the amount of Marijuana in your possession is over the legal limit allowed in Germany,” he said as he examined their passports. “You are Mrs. Julie Adams?”

“Yes,” Julie replied, finding it odd to be addressed by her married name. It sounded strange. She never really thought about it much before now. She really didn’t have the chance to think about it. Everything went downhill so quickly after they were married.

“You are Miss Monica Lewis,” the officer asked examining the passport photo carefully.

“Yes, I am, and I feel this treatment is totally inappropriate. We are entitled to have marijuana in Germany,” Monica replied indignantly.

“That’s partly true, miss, but you’re only allowed up to a maximum of 15 grams. You may have exceeded the limit,” the officer stated.

“There must be some kind of mistake. We don’t have that much,” she protested.

“I’m afraid you ladies will have to come with me,” he said as he gathered up their passports and indicated that they needed to follow him.

They were taken to a large security office for further interrogation.

“Please sit down and make yourselves comfortable while your luggage is checked and the clerk weighs the marijuana,” offered the security officer in a very polite and professional manner.

Julie and Monica sat at the table. The officer left the room.  They were alone.

“I’m scared,” Julie whispered, still remembering the ordeal from the previous night.

“Everything will be fine,” Monica reassured her although she wasn’t feeling as confident as she sounded. She had heard horror stories about Americans detained in foreign countries, and right now the United States’ popularity in Eastern Europe wasn’t at an all time high.

They were kept waiting for nearly an hour before the security officer returned.

“I’m afraid there may be a problem,” he said.

“I don’t understand,” Monica replied.

“Miss Adams, you were over the limit by several ounces. And, Miss Lewis, you were just under the limit. All total both of you have 28 ounces of marijuana,” he explained.

“Isn’t that within the allowable limit?” Monica protested.

“Just barely, and that’s why under circumstances like this we’re required to do a cavity search and breast examination,” he stated.

“I don’t understand,” Julie said, now filled with fear. “I don’t have any cavities. I don’t have any teeth!”

Monica looked at her very displeased and wished the slut would keep her mouth shut.

“What do you mean you don’t have any teeth?” the officer inquired.

“Well, I have teeth, but they’re not real,” she replied, digging herself into a deeper hole.

“I still don’t understand,” he said.

“I have dentures,” Julie whispered.

“That really is none of your business anyway,” Monica tried to intercede.

“Please don’t speak unless you are spoken to,” the security officer said curtly. “Now, Mrs. Adams, why do you have dentures?”

“I don’t think…”

The officer walked over to Monica and backhanded her across the face.

“I told you not to speak unless spoken to. I don’t think you understand the gravity of your situation. You are subject to German law here not your own,” he warned.

Monica was shocked as she rubbed her cheek, trying to recover from the stinging blow.

“Now, Mrs. Adams, please show me these dentures,” he asked politely.

Julie was scared. This whole situation was getting out of control.  She was having flashbacks of the previous night when those old men ridiculed and mocked her.

They were in a foreign country, and Edgar certainly wasn’t going to come to their rescue. She slowly removed her dentures, feeling so embarrassed as the officer looked on astonished.

“Our country is known for some bizarre and kinky fetishes, but this is quite unusual, Miss Adams. According to your passport, you’re only twenty-two years old. Is that correct?”

“Yes, sir,” she replied with her head down. She felt herself getting wet.

“You are an extremely beautiful woman and very voluptuous. Why were your teeth removed?”

Julie hung her head in shame as she was forced to confess the true reason why she had no teeth. She tried to think of a lie that would be plausible, but there was none she could come up with on the spur of the moment.

“My teeth were removed so that I could better pleasure men without accidentally inflicting any pain,” she whispered.

God this was so embarrassing but arousing at the same time.

“I see!” he replied thoughtfully as he rubbed his chin. “I think you may have misunderstood me, Miss Adams. When I said that a cavity search was necessary, I wasn’t referring to a dental cavity. I was referring to your other cavities.”

Monica already knew this and simply wished the little slut had kept quiet.  She feared that Julie now made the situation much worse for them.

“How can I explain this to you delicately? In situations like this, we must check your vagina and rectum for any contraband. Drugs are unfortunately smuggled into the country in this manner. It is a necessary evil. I hope you can understand our position.”

“I demand to see the United States ambassador,” Monica said.

“Your ambassador has no jurisdiction in this matter, and, if you continue being uncooperative, I’m afraid I’ll have to place you under arrest,” he said sternly.

Monica bit her lip and said no more. She knew better than to rile the German security guard although she was used to being in charge and this was difficult for her.

“Now, both of you need to strip so that we may continue our search,” ordered the security officer.

“We are entitled…”

The security officer walked over to Monica and placed his taser on the side of her left breast and pulled the trigger.

“Aaaaaaggggggghhhhh!” Monica screamed as 50,000 volts of electricity shot through her breast. She fell to her knees in pain.

“This is the last time that I will tolerate your impertinence. The next time that it happens, I will call the Berlin police and have you arrested. Now stand up!” he ordered.

Monica slowly got to her feet. The tables were turned, and she didn’t like it.

“Now strip!” he ordered.

Julie was wearing a silk blouse that was actually conservative for her. It somewhat concealed her amazing tits. She was also wearing a black mini skirt with thigh high stockings and six inch heels. She removed her blouse and then unzipped her skirt which she stepped out of and placed on the chair. She next unclasped her bra and removed it.

“That is sufficient!” barked the officer. There’s no need to remove your stockings or shoes.

Monica, still feeling the effects of the taser, quietly obeyed and stripped down to her six inch stilettos, garter belt, and black stockings.

The security officer walked up to Julie and examined her, looking her up and down.

“Please place your hands behind your neck,” he ordered.

Julie quietly obeyed, remembering well the shocks a taser gun could administer. She now stood there with her massive tits on display before this stranger, but it had little effect on her. After all, how many strangers had used her over the past two weeks?

The officer placed his hands under her large tits and lifted them, weighing them carefully.

“We have many girls in Germany who are well endowed but few can compare with these,” he said as he continued to squeeze and feel the weight of the enormous boobs. “What I am doing is necessary, Mrs. Adams. You see, a great deal of contraband had been smuggled into our country through breast implants. That very well may be true in your case.”

“My breasts are real, sir. I’m not smuggling anything!” Julie moaned as the officer’s hands aroused her.

“That remains to be seen,” he said curtly as he worked his way down to her long, hard nipples. He squeezed them between his thumb and forefinger and applied increasing pressure on the sensitive tips.

“Ooooohhhhhhhh!” Julie groaned from the attention she was receiving. She got wetter as he manipulated her breasts. To make matters even worse, she was due for a milking and desperately needed the Albinos.

As the officer pulled on her hard, throbbing nipples, drops of white milk leaked out of them.

“What’s this!” he exclaimed.

“It’s breast milk,” Julie replied sheepishly.

“Are you pregnant?”

“No.”

“Did you recently give birth?”

“No.”

“Then why are your breasts lactating. I don’t understand!” he questioned.

“Monica can explain better than I can,” she whispered.

The officer walked over to Monica.

“Place your hands behind your neck like your friend!” he ordered.

Monica was slower to obey which upset the officer. He slapped the side of her right tit.

“When you are given an order, you are to obey immediately!” he snapped at her.

It was obvious that the officer didn’t care too much for Monica and would tolerate very little from her.

He roughly handled her breasts as he questioned her.

“Do you also lactate?”

“No!”

“How is she able to produce milk?”

“It was artificially induced,” Monica reluctantly revealed.

“Then that explains why you have a breast pump with your carry-on luggage.”

“Yes.”

The security officer was not gentle with Monica as he examined her breasts and pulled and twisted viciously on her nipples. Monica had all she could do to keep from screaming, but she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

“Well, it’s a simple matter to determine whether Mrs. Adams is smuggling any contraband into the country with her breasts. If she truly is producing milk, then there is no way she could use those large milk sacs to smuggle drugs into the country. We’ll simply hook her up to the breast pump and see what happens.”

The security officer went over to his desk and picked up the phone. He talked for only a moment before a female security officer entered the room.

“Faulding Hildebrand, würden Sie die Brustpumpe zu Mrs Adams anbringen?  Wir müssen sehen, wenn in der Tat sie Milch produziert (Miss Hildebrand, would you attach the breast pump to Mrs. Adams? We need to see if indeed she is producing milk).”

“Ja Sir (Yes sir),” she said as she took the pump and plugged it in. She then attached the cups to Julie’s tits and pushed the ‘on’ button. The pump came to life and sucked greedily on her nipples. A moan escaped her mouth as she savored the exquisite feelings coursing through her body.

As she was being pumped, the officer continued questioning her.

“Mrs. Adams, you were carrying several pets on the plane. The snakes are yours, I assume?” he inquired.

“Yes.”

“I take it you like snakes?”

“Yes.”

“Mmmmmmm! Do these snakes serve any purpose other than being pets?”

Julie hesitated, and this told the officer all that he needed to know.

“Please keep in mind that being truthful will go a long way in getting you out of here and on your way, Mrs. Adams.”

“The snakes were used to suckle my tits in order to bring on the production of milk,” Julie stammered, embarrassed by her confession to this complete stranger. Confessing like this to him excited her so much.

“And now what is their role?” he asked.

“I’m not quite sure, but Monica knows,” Julie replied.

“Yes, Miss Lewis seems to know a great deal,” the officer said as he crossed over to her and placed his hands once again on her tits.

In the meantime the breast pump was drawing milk from Julie’s tits into a clear tube which ran down into a clear plastic container. Each container could hold a pint of milk. There was much less than that collected at this moment, but the pumps hummed on.

“Well, what purpose will the snakes serve now,” asked the officer.

Monica hated the bastard and didn’t know how Edgar would react if she divulged too much information to this German security officer. She was walking a fine line.

He smacked her tits hard when she didn’t answer immediately.

“I asked you a question!” he hissed.

“The snakes will be used to provide further stimulation to her tits while the pump is extracting her milk. They will aid in increasing her milk production,” Monica said coldly.

“Yes, I see. Then the snakes really should be set free now to do their work. Isn’t that right, Miss Lewis?”

“Yes, I suppose,” she said curtly.

“Fräulein Hildebrand, erhalten die Schlangen (Miss Hildebrand, get the snakes).”

Laura Hildebrand walked over to the cage and released the snakes. She didn’t like working with Carl Schmidt, the other security officer. He was always detaining young women and subjecting them to all kinds of humiliation.

“Well, since you know so much, Miss Lewis, how is this done?” Carl asked as he twisted and pulled on her nipples which were now hard and responding to his abuse.

“Just place them on her shoulders. They know what to do,” Monica groaned.

“Tun Sie es, Fräulein Hildebrand (Do it, Miss Hildebrand)!”

Laura Hildebrand complied and placed the serpents on Julie’s shoulders. The snakes slithered over the tops of her breasts and disappeared between her cleavage as they encompassed her tits and began constricting themselves around the huge masses of warm flesh. Their mouths sought out her nipples but were hindered by the suction cups totally covering her areolas. This only encouraged them to contract more often and harder as the milk continued to flow. The pump and snakes worked together to extract the milk from her tits.

“Oooooohhhhhhhh!” Julie moaned as she rocked back and forth with her hands still interlaced behind her neck. The feelings coursing through her tits were amazing, and now her cunt was dripping.

Carl walked over to the bride slut to closely observe the bizarre site. This American nymph who never bore children and who was never pregnant was producing a considerable amount of milk with the aid of a pump and two serpents. His cock grew hard as his eyes feasted upon this erotic display, but he had to be careful. It could cost him his job. He could only go so far.

“Well, there’s no doubt that Mrs. Adams isn’t using her breasts to smuggle illegal drugs into Germany, however, you, Miss Lewis, are another story,” he said walking back to her and latching onto her tits once again.

“What do you mean?” Monica asked.

“You’re quite well endowed yourself, Miss Lewis, and these sacs could be filled with illegal drugs.”

“That’s ridiculous!”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Four sharp blows landed on her exposed tits.

“Aaaaaaaaggghhhhhh! Don’t hit me!” she screamed.

“You are insolent!” he yelled as he reached for his taser.

He placed her right nipple between the prongs of the weapon and pushed the trigger. Monica backed off, moving away from the cruel security officer.

“Fräulein Hildebrand, kommen her und halten den Gefangenen zurück (Miss Hildebrand, come here and restrain the prisoner)!” Carl ordered.

Laura Hildebrand wasn’t a small woman, and even though Monica herself was well built, she was no match for this woman, and she knew it. Laura grabbed her arms from behind and held them tightly. Meanwhile Carl retrieved a length of rope and bound the black Amazon’s arms behind her back at the elbows and wrists.

Carl Schmidt then stood before the defeated woman.

“Miss Lewis, obviously you don’t realize the gravity of the situation,” he said curtly. “I can call the police now and have you arrested, or you can take your punishment like a woman, and I’ll continue with the search.”

What choice did Monica have? She couldn’t afford to be arrested by the German police. That could put Edgar and herself in jeopardy. They would have a great deal of explaining to do.

“You can continue with the search,” she replied with her head down.

“A very wise decision, Miss Lewis. It’s probably the only smart thing you’ve done today,” he stated.

Monica’s tits were prominently on display since her arms had been tied behind her back at the wrists and elbows. What did the sadistic bastard have in mind?

“For your punishment, you will receive a thirty second burst to each nipple simultaneously from our taser guns. Are you agreeable to that?”

Monica stared at the bastard, felling nothing but contempt for him, but she knew better than to protest.

“Yes,” she said evenly.

“You understand that this is your choice?”

“Yes!”

“Good, then let’s begin. Laura?”

Laura stepped up in front of Monica and positioned her taser on the black woman’s left nipple. Carl did the same to her right nipple. They stood like that for many seconds with her hard nipples poised between the prongs of the taser. Why didn’t they begin and get it over with? The waiting was torture.

Finally, after tormenting Monica for some minutes, all hell broke loose.

“Fangen Sie an (Begin)!” ordered Carl Schmidt.

Monica’s tits danced on her chest as she screamed in pain and agony. Her nipples were filled with excruciating pain as the tasers concentrated on those two hard nubs. She broke out in a sweat as her tits flopped wildly on her chest. Her knees grew weak, and she found it hard to stand as she began to shake all over.

Twenty seconds!  Twenty-five seconds.

Searing pain filled her head as she grew delirious.

Thirty seconds!

“Anschlag (Stop)!” ordered Schmidt.

The tasers were removed, and Monica collapsed to the floor in a heap.

Meanwhile the pumps continued to pump Julie’s nipples, but the flow of milk had ceased. Laura, seeing this, removed the snakes and turned off the breast pump. Each container held approximately a half pint of milk. The strict regimen she had been subjected to for the past two weeks was paying off.

Carl examined one of the containers filled with Julie’s milk. He removed the top and smelled it.

“Hmmmmm!”

He then took a sip from the container. He held the liquid in his mouth before swallowing it. He then took a larger sip and did the same.

“This is excellent quality!” he announced as he finished drinking the container of breast milk and put it down. “You, Miss Adams, have passed the first test. There’s obviously no contraband being smuggled into our country in your breasts, however, Miss Lewis is another story.”

Monica still lay on the ground recovering from the excruciating pain coursing through her tortured tits. She remembered back to how exciting it was watching Julie tortured with the taser gun by her husband. It was much different being the recipient rather than the giver. She didn’t like her new role.

“Stand up, Miss Lewis,” Carl ordered.

Monica awkwardly struggled to get to her feet, but she was hindered by her arms that were still tied securely behind her back. She felt so vulnerable. She also realized that she and Julie were in a very precarious position. They were in a foreign country and possibly facing drug charges.

Carl stood before the broken woman, and once again lifted her tits and hefted them in his large, meaty hands.

“I’m not convinced that these are real. You very well could be smuggling drugs into our country with implants. This is a very common occurrence. I’m afraid we’ll have to test you to verify that your breasts are indeed real.”

“I don’t understand,” Monica stammered.

“It’s very simple, Miss Lewis, we have devised a quick and easy test that will determine whether your breasts are real or contain implants.”

“That’s ridiculous!” Monica protested. “It’s quite obvious that my breasts are real!”

Carl smacked her across the right cheek and caught her left cheek with his backhand.

“I already warned you about your impertinent! I will not tell you again!” he hissed.  “It may be obvious to you, but it’s not obvious to me.”

Monica was scared. She was at the mercy of this madman. She felt so helpless. The tables were now turned.

“Fräulein Hildebrand, holen bitte über die Instrumente (Miss Hildebrand, please bring over the instruments),” ordered Carl.

Laura brought over a tray. On the tray was a pair of latex gloves, alcohol swabs, and thin six inch long needles sealed in a clear plastic case. Monica gazed at the tray through tear filled eyes with a look of horror on her face. What did he intend to do to her?

“This test is really quite simple, Miss Lewis,” Carl said in a very professional manner while putting on the latex gloves. “Implants, even when filled with illegal drugs, will deflate somewhat if punctured.”

“You don’t intend…”

“Did I give you permission to speak?” Carl hissed.

“No,” Monica stammered.

“Then remain silent!” he ordered. “This needle is extremely sharp and will tell us immediately whether your tits, I mean breasts, are real or fake,” he explained.

He then took an alcohol swab and rubbed the outer side of each of her breasts. Monica whimpered as he prepared her breasts for the abuse they were about to receive, and there was nothing she could do about it.

“Please don’t do this to me,” she whimpered. “I swear they’re real.”

Carl ignored her as he took one of the long needles out of its sterile container.

“There are many young women who passed through these doors and protested just like you, Miss Lewis, because they were smuggling drugs into our country in their fake boobs. Unfortunately we can’t take any chances.”

With that he placed the tip of the needle on the side of her right breast, looking her in the eye. Monica whimpered as she realized that he was actually going to do this to her. He applied pressure to the needle and the flesh on the side of her breast pushed in. The tip of the sharp needle finally broke through and three inches of the needle was buried in her breast.

“Ooooohhhhhhh Godddddd!” she wailed as the pain hit her. She looked down and saw that her breast was actually skewered by the needle. Carl left it there for several minutes as he smiled maliciously at her. He finally slowly removed the needle, and Laura placed a cotton ball drenched in alcohol over the puncture and applied pressure to prevent any serious bleeding.

Monica whimpered. Her breast ached horribly. The full realization of what happened finally hit her full force. This German security guard had actually driven a needle three inches into her right breast.

“Well, it appears as if your right breast is indeed real. This is good news for you, Miss Lewis, but there is still the matter of your left breast.”

“But isn’t it obvious that my other breast must be real too,” Monica whimpered weakly as tears filled her eyes.

“Absolutely not. All manner of subterfuge has been used to smuggle illegal drugs into our country.”

Monica cried as he took another sterile needle out of the case and proceeded to place the tip against her left breast. She felt the sharp pain as the needle broke through her skin and was buried three inches into the meat of her breast.

“Aaaaggghhhhhhh!” she screamed out in pain.

All this time Julie stood by shocked at what was happening to her companion. She felt so sorry for her, but there was nothing she could do about it.

The needle stuck out obscenely from her breast as Carl took his time before slowly removing it. He knew that the American bitch was getting what she deserved. He would knock her down a peg or two before he was through with her.

“It appears that you have passed the first test. Your breasts are evidently real, and we can now proceed with the cavity searches. If they don’t produce any contraband, it shouldn’t be too long before you ladies are on your way.”

Julie and Monica were led down the hall to another room that contained two examination tables with stirrups.

“Please lie down on the table and place your legs in the stirrups,” requested the security officer.

Julie obeyed immediately, and it was quite evident that she was already aroused based on the juices that were covering her pussy lips. The stirrups were adjusted so that she was fully exposed and both her cunt and anus were easily accessible.

Monica had a harder time since her arms were still tied behind her back. Carl offered her no assistance and let the woman struggle on her own. Finally she managed to get up on the table and place her legs in the stirrups. Carl adjusted the stirrups, forcing her legs open as far as they would go. He planned on giving this American bitch a real workout.

Laura Hildebrand proceeded with Julie’s cavity search. She put a pair of latex gloves on and spread a liberal amount of K-Y Jelly on her fingers before examining the young bride’s cunt. She easily worked two fingers deep into the moaning slut’s hole and was soon adding a third.

“Oh God, that feels so good,” Julie moaned as the German girl worked three fingers into her gaping cunt.

“Do you like that, Mrs. Adams?” Laura asked.

“Oh, yes, that feels wonderful. Make sure you check carefully,” Julie moaned as she rotated her hips seductively.

Laura couldn’t help but think what a slut this girl was and decided she might as well have some fun with her. She added a fourth finger and at the same time started to play with Julie’s clit with her other hand.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhh yes!” Julie hissed as she encouraged the female security guard. “Squeeze it harder.”

Laura applied more pressure to her clit as she pistoned four fingers in and out of the slut’s hot box. She thrashed around on the table and grabbed her own nipples, squeezing them hard.

“Oh fuck, I’m cummmiing!” she screamed as her orgasm rocketed throughout her body. She thrust her hips up to meet the four stranger’s fingers that were stretching and violating her cunt. She rotated her hips and groaned as ripples of pleasure traveled up and down her spine.

Laura slowly removed her fingers from the slut’s cunt.

“Your vagina has passed inspection, Mrs. Adams. There is nothing hidden there,” she announced as she rubbed her wet fingers back and forth between the small patch of skin between her cunt and her anus. “We have only one more cavity to check, and if all goes well, you’ll soon be released.”

“Thank you, Miss Hildebrand,” Julie moaned as she looked at the security officer with glazed eyes.

Laura had an idea and went over and took one of Julie’s joints out of her bag. She came back, lit it, and handed it to her.

“This might make you feel a little better while I make the final examination,” Laura suggested.

Julie gratefully took the joint and inhaled holding the smoke deep in her lungs as it began to work. It took two hits before the THC kicked in.

Meanwhile Laura greased her fingers and worked on the slut’s anus. She started with one finger, easily getting past her sphincter muscle.  She then added a second finger and then a third and a fourth. She was working her four fingers deep into the girl’s stretched rectum.

Julie took another hit on the joint, feeling extremely lightheaded. Her heart was racing as she looked down and saw Laura working hour fingers deep into her rectum. She took yet another hit as Laura folded her thumb into the palm of her hand and drove forward. The pressure was unbearable as the security officer pushed harder and harder until she finally had her whole hand buried in the delirious girl’s asshole.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhh!” she moaned as the German girl drove her hand deeper and deeper up her ass. She could now feel her pushing against her colon.

“So far I can’t find anything, Mrs. Adams, but I better make sure,” she said as she slowly backed off, pulling her fist almost all of the way out of her obscenely stretched rectum before burying it once again all the way in her. Julie groaned as she took another hit on the joint.

Laura continued to violate her rectum, trying to bury her arm even deeper into the American slut. She then leaned over and took the girl’s hard, throbbing clit in her mouth and sucked on it as she picked up her pace and pounded Julie’s ass faster and harder, reaching new depths with every thrust.

“It appears as if you’re rectal cavity is empty,” Laura hissed, pounding Julie’s asshole even harder as she bit down on her clit.

Julie’s groan was almost inhuman as her climax boiled deep within her bowels and erupted. She thrashed wildly on the table as Laura continued to chew on her clit and bury her fist deep in her bowels, battering her colon.

“Aaaaaagggghhhh!” she screamed, but Laura was unmerciful as the pounding continued.

Julie grabbed her nipples again and pulled and twisted on the sensitive nubs as she thrashed her head back and forth. Another climax followed immediately, and her pussy was now gushing. Laura lapped away greedily, sucking up all of her juices, but she still was unrelenting as she pounded her fist in and out of the now sore and abused slut’s rectum.

While all this was going on, Carl personally attended to Monica. He took a speculum and inserted it in Monica’s pussy.

“Is that really necessary?” Monica asked.

“Everything I do is necessary,” he hissed as he turned the screw which caused the wings of the speculum to open wider, stretching the Amazon’s pussy open wider and wider.

“Oooohhhhhhhhh!” she moaned as she felt her pussy being stretched to new limits.

“Don’t worry, Miss Lewis, only a couple of more turns and your vagina will be stretched wide enough for a thorough inspection,” he snickered.

The pain was intense as Monica’s pussy was stretched out further than it had ever been stretched before. Carl then looked into her gaping hole as he ran his gloved fingers lightly over her exposed and stretched pussy lips. He retrieved a flashlight and looked up her obscenely stretched hole.

“From what I can see, it’s looks as if your vagina has passed the test. I can see nothing hidden up there. Congratulations, I have only one more cavity to check, Miss Lewis,” he said.

Monica continued to moan in pain, glad that at least this part of the ordeal was over. It would be such a relief when he removed the speculum from her aching vagina. The bastard knew she had nothing hidden up there.

Carl greased his gloved fingers with K-Y Jelly and then applied a liberal mount of the lubricant to Monica’s exposed rosebud. Next he buried one finger in her rectum to grease the passage for easier entrance.

Monica was confused. He hadn’t removed the speculum yet.

“Are you done examining my vagina?” Monica inquired.

“Yes, Miss Lewis, I am. I already told you that I found nothing.”

“Then why haven’t you removed the speculum?” she asked.

“For the sake of expediency, I’m going to examine your rectal passage first.”

“Wait! You can’t do that. My vagina hurts terribly. You can’t stretch out my rectum at the same time. You’ll kill me!”

“You forget who’s in charge here, Miss Lewis,” he spat out as he slapped the side of her left tit. “Until you have been cleared, I can do anything I want.”

Carl added a second finger and worked his two fingers deep into her rectum. She was tight. He could feel the speculum through the thin membrane that separated her vagina from her rectum. He laughed to himself as he anticipated the excruciating pain she soon would be experiencing. If she had been a little nicer to him, he would not have resorted to this type of special examination.

“Oh! Oh! You’re killing me!” Monica groaned in pain.

“Hardly, Miss Lewis, I have only inserted two fingers. We have a long way to go,” Carl snickered as he added a third finger. He twisted and turned his fingers until they were buried deep within her.

“Ohhhhhh Gooodddd! I can’t take any more. Please stop!” she begged.

“You can and will take it, Miss Lewis,” he chided as he added a fourth finger to the trio of fingers violating her. She thrashed about in the stirrups as he forced all four fingers deep within her.

Oh! Oh! Oh! God no more!” she wailed as her whole lower region was wracked in pain. “You’re going to rip me open!”

“You’re doing fine. We’re almost done. All I need to do now is add my thumb so I can bury my fist deep in your rectum and make sure there is no contraband hidden there.”

“You’re insane, you sadistic bastard!” Monica screamed as the pain became almost unbearable.

“You still haven’t learned, have you,” he hissed as he folded his thumb into the palm of his hand and drove his fist brutally into her rectum.

“Aaaagggggghhhhhhhh!” she screamed in horrendous pain.

Carl persisted as he worked his fist deeper and deeper into her bowels. He didn’t like the bitch and was going to make her pay for her rudeness. A thought suddenly occurred to him as he picked up his taser with his free hand and placed it near her hard clit.

He pressed the trigger for only a second and 50,000 volts of electricity assaulted her most sensitive little button. She practically jumped off the table as her ass bolted straight up. A bloodcurdling scream escaped from her throat.

“Please stop!” she begged as she cried uncontrollably.

Carl relented somewhat and turned the screw releasing the speculum. He withdrew it from her abused cunt which gave him the freedom to fist her ass fast and furiously without mercy. At the same time he retrieved his taser and continued to apply small jolts of electricity to her clit.

“Aaaaaaaagggghhhhh!” she screamed. “Please don’t do this to me!”

Monica thrashed back and forth on the table. Her ass was now being violently battered by the German guard’s fist and reaching new depths with each punch up her rectum. At the same time the unexpected jolts of electricity were driving her mad. She didn’t know how long she could take this abuse and maintain her sanity.

“We’re almost done, Miss Lewis. I need to go a little deeper. I think I may have found something,” he said as he buried his fist once more up her ass. Now he was pounding her colon and the shocks to her clit were becoming longer and more frequent. Her mind was in a daze as the pain overtook her, and then the pain dulled as her pussy began to juice. A fire was beginning to burn hotly in her loins.

“Oh! Oh! What’s happening to me!” she wailed as she pushed up with her pussy welcoming the 50,000 volt shocks from the taser that were violating her system. She bore down welcoming the battering that her ass was taking. The heat continued to build and then raged into an inferno as the pounding continued.

Carl gave her one more blast from the taser, but this one was much longer as his fist battered her back passage. Monica’s whole body shook out of control as the electricity coursed through her body.  Her eyes rolled up into her head and drool dribbled out of her mouth as she had the most violent climax she had ever experienced. She was a spasming, mindless mass as the torture continued.

“Aaaaaagggghhhhhhh!  Aaaaaaagghhhhhhh!” she screamed as her body was practically lifted off of the table by the voltage assaulting her clit. Carl abandoned the taser and focusing on burying his arm almost up to his elbow in the black Amazon’s abused rectum as he slapped her wildly flaying tits.

“That’s it! Cum, you worthless American piece of shit!”

Monica passed out, and Carl finally withdrew his arm from her rectum. In his hand he held a small bag filled with a white powder.

Laura finished lapping up Julie’s juices before removing her fist from her ass.

“You’re in the clear, Mrs. Adams. I didn’t find anything,” Laura said as she looked up at Julie still sucking the sweet nectar out of her.

Julie moaned a sigh of relief. Thank God it was almost over. She felt like such a slut. Here she was being searched for contraband, and she got all excited and ended up cumming.

“I’m sorry,” she stammered.

“Why?” Laura asked.

“I had an orgasm while you were searching me,” she whispered.

“I know, and it’s perfectly fine. It’s not the first time it’s happened.”

“Really?”

“Oh, it happens often. It’s just that I then get excited but have no way to relieve myself until I’m off duty.”

“I’m so sorry, Miss Hildebrand. Is there anything I can do to help?” Julie asked.

The naïve little slut had fallen into her trap. These Americans were so stupid.

“Well, yes there is,” Laura said, getting up.

“What can I do?” Julie asked.

“You can help me get off,” she whispered as she raised her skirt exposing her naked pussy. She then straddled Julie’s head and lowered her pussy towards the slut’s face.

“I really appreciate this, Mrs. Adams.”

Julie looked up at the wet pussy only inches from her face. She ran her tongue tentatively over the German girl’s pussy lips before the girl finished lowering herself and covered the slut bride’s face with her pussy. Since Julie’s dentures were removed earlier, she went to work devouring the sloppy pussy. She used her gums to tantalize the German security officer who had never in her life felt anything like this before.

Carl slapped Monica hard across the face.

“Wake  up! Wake up, Miss Lewis!” Carl ordered as he continued to hit the black Amazon.

Monica groaned as she once again became aware of her surroundings. She was somewhat disorientated, and then it all came back to her like a bad dream - the excruciating pain, the humiliation, the taser, the arm buried up her ass.

“Miss, Lewis, we have a problem,” Carl said gravely.  “I found this buried deep in your rectum,” she said, holding up the small plastic bag.

“That’s impossible!” Monica replied indignantly. “You’re setting me up!”

Carl grabbed her by the nipples and viciously squeezed them.

“Are you calling me a liar,” he hissed.

“No, it’s just that I’m not a drug smuggler. I would never…”

“Then you’re calling me a liar,” he hissed as he pulled and tugged on her nipples.

“No! No! I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that al all,” she quickly said as she broke down in tears. Her body ached all over. She couldn’t take any more.

Carl released her nipples and smiled down at the Black American, knowing that she was totally broken. It gave him great pleasure putting these American bitches in their place. He walked over and picked up the other container of breast milk. He really enjoyed the taste of the other slut’s fresh milk.

“Miss Lewis, I’m not an unreasonable man. I can overlook this small bag of what appears to be cocaine in exchange for your cooperation, or I can call the authorities now and have you arrested for smuggling illegal drugs into the country. The choice is yours,” he said.

Monica was trapped. He knew she would do anything to avoid being arrested. The son of a bitch set her up.

“What do you want from me?” she asked with a note of derision in her voice.

“I have needs like everyone else, Miss Lewis.  I noticed that you had an orgasm while I was performing my duties. I am only human, and you are a beautiful woman. I am now highly aroused ….”

“In other words you want to fuck me,” Monica finished the sentence for him.

Carl’s face turned red as he lifted his taser and placed it under her left breast and pulled the trigger. He moved the taser back and forth between her tits, filling her once again with 50,000 volts of electricity.

“Aaaaaaaggggghhhhh!” Monica screamed as she flopped around on the examination table like a rag doll. Her tits danced on her chest as Carl continued to shock her. Tears streamed from her eyes and searing pain filled her head.  “Please stop! I’m begging you! Please! I’ll do anything you want!”

“You still continue to be extremely rude, Miss Lewis,” Carl hissed as he released the trigger.

Monica stopped flaying wildly on the table, but she still felt acute pain from the cruel punishment. Her tits burned from the abuse they had just received.

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! Please don’t hurt me anymore,” she babbled, now totally defeated.

Carl removed her legs from the stirrups and ordered her to her knees.

“You, Miss Lewis, are a slow learner. I don’t think that you fully comprehend that your fate is in my hands. I’ve lost all patience with you and will put you under arrest if there is one more outburst from you,” he said harshly as he removed his slacks.

“I’ll be good. I swear I’ll be good,” she babbled incoherently.

“We shall see,” he said as he turned around, facing away from her. “Spread my ass and kiss my anus!”

The thought of this disgusted the Amazon but what choice did she have. If she refused, she would be arrested and might never leave this God forsaken country. She parted his cheeks and smelled the pungent odor emanating from his sweaty asshole. She felt like vomiting but was able to suppress gagging as she ran her tongue up and down his puckered hole.

“Mmmmmmmm, that feels good. Now bury your tongue up my ass, Miss Lewis,” he ordered.

Monica hated this arrogant German bastard, but she did what he said, fearing the consequences. She pushed with her tongue but his anus resisted. She made her tongue harder and pushed. It finally slipped in, and she worked it deeper as her nose and face slowly became engulfed and smothered by his ass cheeks.

“Ahhhhhhhhhh!” that feels so good. Don’t stop!” he ordered her as she reluctantly reamed out his asshole.

“Does this man ever take a shower?” she thought.

His foul smell was assaulting her senses, and she felt like retching. She only hoped that it would soon be over. Her arms were sore from being tied behind her back for so long. She had never been treated with so much disrespect in her life. She was always the one who had the upper hand.

“Push your tongue in deeper, Miss Lewis,” Carl ordered as he pushed back against her face. “I want to feel your tongue moving in me!”

Monica obeyed. She would do anything to get out of here and on her way. She could hear the other security guard moaning loudly as she sat on Julie’s face, orgasming for the second time.

Carl was stroking his massive twelve inch cock and was highly excited. He loved what the black bitch was doing to him; but he wouldn’t last much longer, and he really wanted to bury his cock in her throat.

“That’s enough, Miss Lewis,” Carl said as he pulled away from her and turned around. Monica got her first look at his monster cock. She wondered what he had in mind now. She was sure that he wasn’t done with her yet.

Carl grabbed her by the hair and moved his cock towards her face.

“Please stick out your tongue, Miss Lewis,” he said politely.

Monica obeyed, and the German security officer slapped her tongue with his cock. He then rubbed the head of his cock which was dripping with precum all over her face before smacking her tongue again.

Then he shoved his cock in her mouth and down her throat in one swift movement. Monica’s nose was buried in his pubic hair before she knew it. It happened so fast that it took her by surprise. It was a good thing she was an accomplished cock sucker. Anyone else might have suffered some serious damage.

He wasted no time as he reamed her throat out repeatedly with his large, thick tool. He was not gentle and was only using her mouth as a receptacle for his cock. He loved how her throat caressed his cock with every stroke.

Monica sucked as best she could with her mouth occupied by such a large tool. She just wanted it over so that they could get out of there. Suddenly Carl tensed and held her head with his massive cock buried deep in her throat.

“Oooooohhhhhhh!” he wailed as his cock exploded and deposited massive amounts of cum in her belly. He kept shooting load after load of the warm, thick, creamy liquid. This was a protein shake she would not soon forget.

Finally he withdrew his limp tool from her mouth, totally sated. He knew that he had put the American bitch in her place. She would not soon forget her trip to Berlin.

At the same time Laura Hildebrand, the female security guard, lifted her messy cunt off of Julie’s face which was totally covered in the woman’s juices.

Julie was released from the stirrups and given her skirt.

“Laura, Ihr pussy ist eine verwirrung. Lassen Sie den schwarzen sauberen Slut es oben, bevor Sie sie befreien (Laura, your pussy is a mess. Let the black slut clean it up before you release her),” Carl ordered.

Monica felt utter contempt for this man. If circumstances were different, he would pay dearly for what he was doing to her. Laura approached Monica and presented her with her messy pussy. Monica sighed and reluctantly started to clean up the mess with her tongue.

Carl gathered up the rest of Julie’s clothes and gave them to her. It was then that he noticed the drop of milk oozing from her right nipple.

“Mrs. Adams, I think your breasts need some attention. It appears as if they’re leaking milk again.”

Julie looked down and saw the milk leaking from her long, hard nipple. She didn’t know what to do. This was all new to her. Maybe the snakes might help.

“If you don’t mind, Mrs. Adams, I could take care of the problem,” Carl suggested.

“I suppose it’s OK,” Julie said.

Carl grabbed her tits and started to squeeze them.  Milk sprayed out of her nipples and landed all over his face. He ran his tongue around his lips savoring the taste. He grew up on a diary farm in rural Germany and acquired at taste for milk at an early age. He never outgrew his need for milk and still drank at least a quart a day. Julie’s milk was the best he had ever tasted, and he could easily get use to drinking it daily.

He latched on to her right nipple and sucked as much of her tit meat into his mouth as humanly possible. He sucked hard draining the milk that had collected in her milk sacs, determined to have as much as possible before he let her go. When her right tit was drained, he immediately started on her left nipple.

Julie was so aroused. She cradled his head in her hands as he sucked the milk out of her. Her cunt was itching, and she knew that somehow it needed to be satisfied. She rotated her hips and tired to rub her cunt up and down his leg as he drained her tits of milk.

“Yes, that’s it, suck on my tits. Suck harder, sir. It feels so fucking good,” she moaned as she worked herself towards another climax.

Meanwhile Monica finished cleaning up Laura’s pussy. She untied the Amazon’s arms and allowed her to dress. All she wanted to do was get out of there before they changed their minds.

Julie screamed as her body shook uncontrollably. She presented an obscene sight as she rode the security officer’s leg dressed only in her skirt and six inch heels. Her body shook spasmodically as her climax peaked.

“Oh yes, suck it, baby,” she groaned as the officer sucked her dry.

He was finally done. Julie finished dressing, and then they were given their personal belongings and allowed to leave. They left quickly without a word of protest. Monica just wanted to put as much distance between her and this place as possible.

Carl could have detained them longer and would have held them overnight in a cell, but he liked the girl with the huge tits and the sweet milk. If it wasn’t for Julie, Monica’s night could have ended up being a living hell.

They took a cab from the airport to their hotel. Julie was optimistic that the rest of her stay in Berlin would be as exciting and educational as her time in Tijuana and Amsterdam. If she only knew!

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