MPI
(c) Aiken, 2002, All rights reserved
Chapter Seven
10:38 AM:
"You'll be needing your breast halos back now, won't you Sir?" Jeneen asked Mr.
Bradshaw.
"Yes," he answered, "This is the first time we've gotten to use those trainers,
and it certainly won't be the last! Do you know how to remove them?"
"Certainly," Jeneen replied, "I've studied up on these little demons."
Jeneen started by undoing Jocelyn's nipple clamps, a task that couldn't be
completed too quickly or easily, owing to the cruel logic of the halo's design.
Because two clips perched upon each unhappy nipple, one had to remove them in
multiple stages. But it still wasn't quite that easy.
Small pairs of threaded tensioner knobs governed the locks holding each clamp in
place. These knobs had to be unscrewed by several turns until a soft click was
heard, announcing that the locking mechanism was released. The clamp's tail
pieces could then be pressed together and its serrated jaws extricated from a
victim's swollen nipple flesh.
In field studies Jeneen had read, test subjects confessed that this tedious
process being repeated four times, elicited some of the worst pains imaginable.
Reaching under the feathery tails of the quill pens, Jeneen busied her
fingertips, twisting upon the tiny tensioner knobs, inevitably disturbing the
terrible bite of the clamps. Gradually her victim's left nipple was freed, and
then her right. Jocelyn wept pitifully around her gag as blood flowed back into
her misshapen teats and her mauled nerve endings fully awakened. Jocelyn did her
best to remain still for this procedure, for she knew any movements would only
prolong her ordeal. Don meanwhile loosened the velcro strap at Jocelyn's back.
Jeneen was finally ready to ease the rings away from the girl's mistreated tits.
Even with the huge ball wedged between Jocelyn's teeth and lips, her
heartbreaking shrieks and moans filled the room as the device was being removed.
Two badly bruised breasts were revealed at last, with rosettes of tiny stab
wounds encircling them.
Jeneen inspected the barbs that had embraced Jocelyn's tender mounds and did a
quick math problem in her head before turning to Don, "Eighteen of the half-inch
buggers buried into each breast..." she marveled, "You know that's got to hurt."
"Hope we didn't mess up their breasts too badly for you," Bradshaw said somewhat
apologetically, "We were in a hurry to try out all the features of our new
halos."
"No problem at all, Sir," Jeneen smiled back, "Considering your investment in
these trainers, that's very understandable. At the plant, we'll restore any
damage with tagged chromosome laser therapy. We'll have them looking perfect
again in no time."
"Plus," Don added, "this is nothing compared to what our breast spears will do
to them in the stretch lockers. Assuming you want us to use those, of course."
"I didn't know that was my choice to make," Bradshaw said, surprised, "These
wenches are your property from now on, aren't they?"
"Yes, technically they are," Jeneen winked, "It's a customer courtesy though, if
you have any special preferences. After all, lockered meat gets the same
discount, with or without the spears."
"Well... by all means, let's use them!" Bradshaw said, after glancing around and
seeing his associates nod their heads eagerly. "...umm, on Becky only, please."
Hearing of her minor reprieve, Jocelyn's large eyes closed briefly, a shadow of
relief crossing her tightly-gagged face. Becky, however, was furious.
"Oh sure!" Becky hissed, glaring back at her sadistic loan officer, "Not angry
at ME anymore, are you?"
"Not angry... no," Bradshaw replied poker-faced,, "But you were the instigator
of your plan to run away. So your breasts might deserve to suffer a little more
than Jocelyn's. Besides, you have such nice big ones..."
"Oh! Why couldn't I have been gagged like Jocelyn?" Becky thought, as Don's and
Jeneen's hands drew near to her, "I thought it was my lucky break not having to
wear one of those horrible things. But she got the better end of the deal. All
I've done is catch more hell for telling them what I think..."
Becky whined in distress as Jeneen and Don teamed up to extract the halo
assemblies from her breasts. Screaming and straining against her bonds, she
collapsed briefly just as Jeneen pulled the gruesome device free. Don supported
Becky by the waist before she could fall to the floor, and slowly brought the
girl back to her feet as she regained her senses.
A young woman came around the counter to collect both sets of halos. She wasn't
a regular employee. She contracted part-time for Bradshaw and several other
businesses, as a wench-handling prefect. Prefects were trained to know when
wenches were in life-threatening situations, and would intervene in time to
spare their clients any penalties. They also oversaw bandaging care, equipment
maintenance, and any other needs that prefects deemed critical to their task.
She disconnected the quill pens, and draped the halos into plastic kits for
sterilization before their next use. She handed Don and Jeneen a couple of wet
towelettes to wash their hands. Wetting some sterile gauze with a pale green
solution from a large plastic bottle, she began daubing it onto the two girl's
injured breasts.
"Wound-Prep?" Jeneen asked the girl, referring to an expensive ointment marketed
by Kilo Corporation. It was especially good at doctoring up the impalement-type
of injuries that Kilo's devices created so efficiently. But it was also ideal
for nearly any type of cut, burn or abrasion.
"Yeah," the girl answered with an odd look in her eyes, "We've been going
through lots of it this week."
"Coolest medicine in town," Jeneen said as the girl continued her application.
"We buy it by the drum, even hose our wenches down with it at times."
Wound-Prep was a non-greasy liquid combining a patented germicidal wash with an
herbal healing salve. It stopped the bleeding almost immediately, then dried
quickly, invisibly forming an enzyme-layer bandage that promoted swift healing,
often without scars. It was sold in two formulations - one which anesthetized
the pain, and one which didn't.
Jeneen recognized the green-tinted fluid as the type which MPI rarely used. It
soothed battered nerve endings, and alleviated inflammation, transforming the
hurt into an almost blissfully warm tingle. The girl glanced tensely up at
Jeneen but remained swift in her purpose, as a faint odor of cloves filled the
air.
"Yes, it is good medicine," the prefect answered Jeneen coolly, "Not that it
will do much good for them later. But for now... it helps." Becky and Jocelyn
winced during the Wound-Care applications, before mellowing out in relief, and
smiling gratefully to the girl, their veritable Florence Nightingale.
While the prefect carried the trays away, Jeneen turned Becky gently and led her
toward the door. Don did the same with Jocelyn, and both woozy girls began their
slow shuffle to the horrors awaiting them aboard the truck.
It took another 20 minutes of brisk activity to get all of Bradshaw's wenches
secure inside the truck. When Don closed the rear door, 5 spotlit, tormented
faces were now displayed along the far wall of the truck, wenches whose bent
bodies heaved and gasped in agony from the awful clutches of their frames. Faint
sounds of kicking and muffled groans could also be heard from two new occupants
of the stretch-lockers. Becky and Jocelyn were fighting hard to adjust to their
new quarters, but it clearly wasn't going well.
"That's about got it for now, I think," Don said while shaking Bradshaw's hand,
"Thanks again for letting us buy your meats."
"Wouldn't let them go to anyone else," Mark responded cheerfully, "You're the
best. How about I save each of you a copy of the movie we're releasing soon, on
the punishment of those two runaways?"
"That sounds great!" said Don, surprised by the man's generosity.
When Don slowly drove the truck away from the curb, several bystanders stood as
closely as they could, almost hugging the glass side-panels of the truck. They
were admiring the sight of Lorraine's and Pamela's beautiful naked backsides,
now joined by the quivering nude spectacle Becky and Jocelyn offered as they
slow-hanged helplessly in their narrow cubicles.
"On to that customer's home now, right?" Don asked his partner.
"Yes, Sir," Jeneen answered, glancing at her log, "The Hillocks, at 1215 Liberty
Lane. Just make the block here until you get back to Douglas. Liberty is only a
half-mile further down Douglas."
"You sure know your way around this part of town, don't you?" Don smiled as he
eased the growling truck onto the narrow side street.
"I've been here in precinct 21 for almost two years," Jeneen said, "Ever since I
finished my training. So that kind of helps. You'll catch on to it pretty soon
too."
"I've been meaning to ask you," Don called over the rising clatter of the truck,
"How'd you ever end up working at MPI?"
"I'm trying to figure that one out myself," Jeneen laughed before turning
serious, "Actually it was a friend of mine, Dawn, who said I should interview
for the job, right after we both graduated. She said they were keen about hiring
hard-bodied girls like us. We were both on the drill team in high school, and
played basketball too. She was going down because her favorite aunt loved
working for MPI. Anyway, I took her dare and tried out too. The next thing I
knew I was hired and going through their 6-month program."
"Why such a long training?" Don asked her. "Is it like classes and stuff?"
"They call it training, but mainly it's a probation period," she said, "They're
teaching you the business all right, but at the same time they're checking to
see how you take to the grind and stress. They bump you through half a dozen
grunt-jobs at the plant, grading you out and never letting you know where you
stand. You're exposed to lots of suffering and gore, then given interviews and
reports to do. Eventually they know if you're focused and loyal enough to
perform under pressure. Finally they gave us an employee pin, a nice raise, and
an induction ceremony with a big barbeque bash. You're a full-fledged partner
after that."
"Was your friend hired on too?" Don asked.
"Yes, but she didn't make the team," Jeneen said, "When she worked as a scribe
down in the spitting room, she kept breaking down and crying. It can be very
emotional for scribes. They take down information from the wenches while the
spit-poles are slowly driven through them; they record any last words that come
along, before their mouths are filled with alloy tubing. Dawn still made it to
the party though, but as one of the spitted roasters."
"What?" Don stared incredulous, "You're joking, right?"
"Nope," Jeneen said, "You see, that's another one of our stressors. Female hires
who don't make it through the training donate their meat at the induction
banquet."
Don and Jeneen remained silent as the truck resumed it's way east on Douglas
Avenue.
***
"Mom, do you think she's OK?" Terri asked her mother, "It doesn't look like she
could bear having her tongue stretched out like that."
"Of course she's not OK," Mrs. Hillock said testily, straightening up to catch
her breath, "Nor will she be. Having one's body bound inside a tote-frame isn't
supposed to be easy for a girl. It's torture, and even so, it's just an inkling
of what Tonya will get later on. But she can bear it all right. She has to."
"I'm sorry, Mom," Terri murmured, "It's just... I've never seen anyone get put
into one of those things before, except on classroom films. It looks like pure
hell for her."
"I know it does, dear," her mother replied in a sudden flush of sympathy, "I've
never seen a framing up close, either. But I've seen it demonstrated many times
on vids, and the printed instructions we got made pretty good sense. Except for
all of her struggling, it wasn't too tough, was it?"
"I guess not," her daughter concurred, biting her lip, "For us anyway. Maybe
they should have warned us about all that yelling though. The neighbors probably
think there was an ax murder going on in here."
"Maybe so..." Mrs. Hillock said as she began washing her hands at the sink, "But
it's none of their business, and she's settling in well now. That drug the
instructions mentioned in the tongue disks must be in her bloodstream by now.
It's supposed to keep her from hyper-ventilating until the truck gets here."
Tonya had indeed stopped her screaming. Lying upon her side with steel bands
hitched around her balled-up body, and her tongue turnbuckled to her agonized
breasts, she could do little more than pant and drool, while pleading to her
sister and mother with wide-open eyes. How she wished she could go back in time
15 minutes to argue her case again. Just 15 minutes... before the shouting
began... before the chairs were kicked over and the dishes broken... as Sandra
and Terri battled with her, stripping her of her robe and pajamas. Before they
pulled her to the floor, twisting her arms painfully behind her, subduing her
first with the palm disks, and ultimately the tote-frame itself.
Sandra Hillock, a busty thirty-six year old brunette mother of two, had
announced the news to her eldest daughter as they finished their breakfast
together. The younger daughter had been privy to the news for two days.
"Three times Tonya," her mother began sadly at the table, "You were caught
giving your boyfriend a blowjob, once at his house, and twice more in your own
bedroom. Three times you were sternly warned."
Sandra went on to explain that the time for admonishments was over. After
careful deliberations, and talks with tough-love counselors, her family had
decided to have Tonya prepped for roasting. Tonya wasn't yet old enough for
voluntary meat status, but at eighteen she was eligible for compulsory
submission. She still lived in her parents home, so her immediate family could
invoke her at any time, provided they paid all of the preparation fees and
taxes.
Sandra held up her errant daughter's parental meat waiver, already signed at the
bottom by both parents. She pointed to the checkbox where they had selected
MPI's special number five for her. It was a very popular choice for feasts and
banquets, and discounted during the month of June. Tonya would be subjected to
ten days of highly inventive tortures at MPI Central, then delivered back on a
live-roasting spit for her family's party the following week.
"I'm sorry baby," her mother concluded, taking an empty tote-frame from a
closet, "But it's already been decided. Today is the day you board the truck ...
as a meat wench." That was when Tonya jumped up, hoping to bolt out the back
door, and pandemonium ensued...
"Mom, at school I heard that drug makes them lose track of time," Terri said,
gazing into her imprisoned sister's eyes, "Like they've been this way forever...
I wonder if that's a good thing, or a bad thing."
"Sounds like a bunch of nonsense," her mother commented, drying her hands at the
sink, "Now start picking up this mess. The truck will be coming for her soon.
When this room is straight I want you to finish getting dressed and ready for
school. I called and told them you won't be coming in until this afternoon."
***
Responding to the doorbell with every hair in place, Mrs. Hillock welcomed Don
and Jeneen into a tidy home. After introducing them to Terri, and explaining
that her husband was traveling on business, she led them to meet the daughter
she was submitting. They found Tonya shuddering in misery on the tile floor of
her kitchen, where complete order had now been restored.
"Mr. Bowden, I hope you don't mind, but I do have a little favor to ask," Sandra
said, "Excuse me for being so blunt, but... are you allowed to have any sex with
the wenches while you're on duty?"
"Well... yes," Don said, glancing at Jeneen and feeling far too much like a
tenderfoot, "There are some provisions for that as I understand it, Ma'am."
"Good," Sandra smiled warmly at both of them. "Because if there is time, I would
love for you to take Tonya's cherry here before you go. She is still a virgin,
and as a final gift to her, I want her to experience womanhood before she goes
away for processing. It should be very pleasant for you too, so if you agree,
all I ask is to be able to watch. Would that be acceptable to you?"
Don was speechless for a moment, and looked to Jeneen again. He had no idea what
to say, what was allowable, or considered right anymore. Jeneen glanced quickly
at the bulge growing noticeably under his smock, and leaned her face in closely
to his cheek.
"It's certainly been done...," Jeneen whispered into his ear, "Deflowering a
wench is a very rare privilege, and it's allowable under our break-time
arrangements, especially when a client has requested it. But even if it wasn't
allowed or requested, I would never tell, because I want very much to watch too.
It's strictly up to you, of course!" She leaned back and gave him her best
smile.
That was all Don needed to hear.
"Yes, Mrs. Hillock," Don quickly agreed, "I'd be very happy to handle this
little problem for you." Wasting no time, Don removed his smock and trousers and
knelt behind the beautiful girl, who had been tipped up into a kneeling position
by her mother and sister. Though crouched in the hated grasp of her tote-frame,
Tonya's sex organs were highly accessible via doggie position. Pressing into her
soft vaginal opening with his erect cock, Don felt the thin membrane of Tonya's
hymen tear away as he filled her pussy with his large tool. Sandra Hillock and
Jeneen both smiled and looked on, hearing Tonya's screams and enjoying the lust
of the moment. Terri watched as well, but in total amazement, as the illicit but
exciting activities unfolded.
Don steadied his sobbing victim by gripping the tote-frame handle located at the
middle of Tonya's back, just below her writhing fingers. After hammering his
cock violently into her tight love channel for several minutes, Don pulled his
swollen penis out of her cunt. Then, still slick with the juices and blood of
her vaginal rape, he rammed his cock straight up her asshole, taking her second
cherry with a whoop of enthusiasm.
Sandra and Terri began stroking Tonya's head during these added violations, as
Tonya yelped with pain.
"See there, darling?" Sandra said to Terri, "Your sister is being taught a very
good lesson today. This man isn't afraid to use her roughly either, and that's
just what little whores deserve. Just look at the power in the man's thrusts...
his cock is certainly much bigger than that boyfriend's dick I caught her
sucking on the other day..."
Both Sandra and Jeneen masturbated furiously under their dresses at the sight of
such relentless wench-fucking. Terri was toying with her clit too, overwhelmed
by the sex and violence she was witnessing for the first time, But she still
couldn't get her mind off of her sister's piercings. They captivated her.
"Momma?" Terri asked her mother, "Those piercings on Tonya's breasts and tongue
are getting knocked around pretty hard as he's fucking her. And she's squirming
around a whole lot too. Do you think they are hurting her very much?"
"Naturally, the piercings hurt," her mom said, working her fingers swiftly,
"Each one of those disks represents a place where her body has been impaled,
burned, and squashed. Some of those areas are even linked together to accentuate
her bondage. But you must remember she's just meat now dear, so it doesn't
really matter. All that counts now is that she gets her week of well deserved
punishments, and that she cooks up golden and delicious when they bring her
back. Now, honey, why not do like we are doing, and enjoy yourself!"
Terri nodded, thoughtfully stroking her sex and making a mental note never to
displease her mother.
"Aaahhh! Naughh... haunnggh!!" Tonya wept as Don continued his assault upon her
tight rectum. Her cries of protest went unnoticed. Especially by the three
female observers who, one after another, began climaxing repeatedly.
"I believe I'll be cumming off pretty soon too, Mrs. Hillock," Don grunted to
his hostess between strokes, "Will that be alright with you, Ma'am?"
"Certainly it will be, you horny young man!" Sandra beamed, "God, you've made me
so hot I am wanting some of you myself! But if you don't mind, when you are
ready to shoot, could you deposit your sperm in my other daughter's mouth here?
It's time Terri got her first taste of man-come."
Blinking in wide-eyed astonishment, Terri stopped masturbating and looked at her
mother.
Don smiled, and nodded his agreement. His mind was already reeling with
forbidden pleasures, but at Sandra's slightly incestuous suggestion, he felt his
testicles tighten with the urge to come. This would be his third virginal
intrusion in barely ten minutes. Naughty echoes of that thought were sending his
lusts into overload. With a wet slurping sound, he pulled his dick out of
Tonya's ass and pointed himself toward Terri's mouth, as the girl obediently
crouched to meet his hard member.
"Ooh, momma, he's all dirty from her ass!" Terri cried nervously when she got
near enough to see his cock was streaked with blood and fecal matter.
"Of course he is, silly," her mother scolded, "You know exactly where he's been.
Now get to it! You're to swallow all of his cream, and clean him up well."
With a slight moan of resignation Terri took hold of Don's tool, and clasped her
lips around his swollen cockhead. Don sighed, savoring the first touch of
Terri's lips. It always felt great when a girl's mouth embraced him straight
from another girl's smelly asshole. In some indefinable way, it delighted his
mind as much as her caress pleasured his skin. But it was clear that Terri was
grossed out and frightened. She didn't have a clue what to do next.
"Suck him hard," Sandra commanded her sternly, "and squeeze his balls ever so
gently... you'll get your prize soon."
Terri closed her eyes, trying her best to force the revulsion out of her mind.
She dutifully began to suck Don's knob, mimicking the slight rocking motions he
made with his hips. She squeezed her lips firmly, sliding up and down his shaft
fractionally at first, gradually taking in more and more of him. The slightly
metallic taste of her sister's blood , along with an odd flavor which she knew
could only be Tonya's shit, crept across Terri's tongue. Those things were
disgusting to her, but the strong scent of Don's drooling cock and the flavor of
his precome eventually overpowered the other sensations. His dick was huge,
smooth and hard in her mouth, and her saliva was everywhere. The more of his
cock she felt pistoning into her, the less anything else seemed to matter.
Soon Don became more aggressive in his movements, sawing himself in and out
through her tightly pursed lips. Terri felt a nasty thrill go right through her.
Her nipples were aching. She could feel liquid pooling in her panties. She had
never felt so excited in her life, but it scared her too.
"Momma," she called out, briefly working his erection with her hand instead of
her mouth "Something is wrong! My breasts are hurting! And my... my..."
"Everything is just fine, dear," Sandra said soothingly, reaching under her
daughter's blouse and bra to grasp the girl's nipples firmly, "Just keep sucking
on him. It means you are a natural born fellatrix, getting ready to come
whenever he does. Cocksucking talent runs in your family - my breasts ache like
hell whenever I suck a man off, and I am betting your sister's did too. Here,
I'll rub your boobs for you, that usually helps. And for god's sake open up your
eyes! It excites a man to have a slut look him straight in the eyes when her
mouth is packed full of his love muscle."
Terri obeyed Sandra's instructions to the letter, and was grateful to feel her
mom's fingers kneading her breasts and pulling on her nipples. Don was panting
faster now, as Terri's lips worked even harder, filling him with pure joy.
Terri's eyes lifted to meet his. She could feel his cock growing instantly
stiffer in her mouth, as if an electric current had been switched on. "Momma was
right," Terri thought, staring into Don's eyes and sucking noisily, "This is
wild. I can feel his balls quivering with delight... it has to be the most
intimate thing you can do with a man!"
It no longer annoyed Terri to be sucking on a dirty penis. She'd have been happy
cleaning a hundred dicks if it meant feeling this way. Her pussy was spasming
with an indefinable ecstasy that kept climbing in lock-step with his. Her
unblinking eyes burned, but she held them open anyway, fixed upon his, committed
to taking his cock as he probed deeper and deeper into her throat.
Suddenly Don began exhaling and groaning loudly, and she felt his loins
contract. Terri felt his balls ripple slightly as semen jetted into her throat.
Another large burst of a thick fluid coated her tongue, than another, and
another. Soon her mouth was full of his essence, and she swallowed hurriedly to
prepare for more. Don kept moaning and coming for a long time. Terri let some of
it spray her in the face so she could look at it and rub it around with her
fingers. She spent several more minutes absorbed in her cock-worship, devotedly
licking away all of the sperm she could find, until Don's dick was clean of
everything except her shining spit.
"Whew!!" Don gasped happily as Terri backed up and rose slowly to her feet,
"Thank you, Ma'am. I think your daughter just sucked up the biggest cum load
I've ever had! She took me all the way into her throat too... blew me so good,
it's hard to believe this was her first time ..."
"Yes I know, but trust me, it was," Sandra answered, handing Don a washcloth,
and proudly brushing wisps of hair away from her daughters face, "When it comes
to sex we Hillocks are very fast learners. Congratulations, Hon'! How did you
like gobbling his sperm?"
"Oh Mom, it was just like you said, it was glorious." Terri answered, greedily
licking up traces of semen and inhaling his scent from her fingers, "I came the
whole time he was cumming! I was afraid his juice would taste like pee or
something nasty, but it didn't. It tasted nice ... almost sweet... I would love
some more of it anytime. Can we do that again, and again?"
"That probably depends on him," her mother laughed, as Don grinned and finished
dressing, "But I got awfully excited watching you two just now. Perhaps if
another opportunity with Don came along, I would like him to try out my throat
instead."
"Oooh, sure, but then would I get to watch?" Terri giggled, drunk on newfound
pleasures, "And he could screw me in the butt right before, don't you think? It
looked sooo hot when he did that to Tonya..."
"I'm sorry dear," Sandra said, "but you'll have to wait a bit longer. You know
the laws as well as I do. Young ladies may suck cock at 16, take it up the ass
at 17, and get their pussies fucked at age 18. You'll be 17 in only three more
months, so maybe if Mr. Bowden would like to, he could come by later on and
invade your backdoor for you."
"Oh, please, mister," Terri implored Don, with no shame or misgivings, "If you
would just do that, it would be my best birthday present ever!"
"Uuhm, that's a pretty hard proposition to refuse, young lady," Don replied to
their enthusiastic young convert, before turning to exchange a wink with the
girl's mother, "Your mom and I should probably talk about that some more later.
We can figure out something I'm sure..."
"Mrs. Hillock, if you'll sign this form for us, we'll take Tonya in for the
specials you've requested," Jeneen said, pointing to a spot on the back of the
waiver form, "It's your authorization that we've picked her up in a timely
manner, and that you'll pay us in full when we bring her back."
"Yes indeed," said Sandra, smiling and working the pen quickly.
"As soon as we've packed Tonya into the truck, Sir," Jeneen said, "We'll be due
for a lunch break. Would you like to grab that complimentary bite they offered
us up at Doug's Deli?"
"Yes!" the happy driver exclaimed, "Doug's Deli sounds great, and I've acquired
one major appetite!"
END OF CHAPTER SEVEN
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