Incorporation

The chilly air against my bald scrotum made me draw a sharp breath. I stood up and paced out the length of the chain; five feet, with the mattress as the center. I noticed that I had been cleaned up while I was asleep. Someone had taken a lot of care in scrubbing me clean of all the juices that I'd been soaked with during my encounter with the Queen.

Food had been left here, too, and I ate for the first time since I'd wandered into the barbershop somewhere above me. I was very hungry, and I realized that I had no idea of how long I'd been here. It could have been anywhere from a day to four or five. As I wolfed down the bowl of rice and greens that had been left for me, I decided it wasn't very important. The important thing was to get myself free; I didn't think I was going to do very well in a career in kidnapping.

I heard a door open and lights came on, revealing a wide storage area with a low, wooden ceiling. Boxes and junk were everywhere. Coming down the wooden steps was the woman who'd washed my hair earlier. She was fully dressed now, wearing a pair of very tight jeans and a T- shirt that advertised something called "Ovarian Trolley." It was obvious that she wasn't wearing a brassiere, her every step making her tits sway and bounce. Her stiffened nipples poked two pencil-eraser sized peaks through the material of her shirt. She crossed the basement and sat down cross-legged on my mattress.

"Hello again," she said coldly, "You look much better without hair." "Thanks. What do you want?" "You've got a new job, Art. I'm here to train you to do it right." "Look, I don't want the job. How long do you think you can keep me down here? Someone will get me out." "I don't think so," she said, "and besides, do you really _want_ to leave? Think about where you are." "I'm in a basement chained to the wall by my neck, sleeping on a mattress. I've had my head shaved and my pubes removed. Great spot.", I replied snidely. She smiled and shook her head, tossing her long black hair about her shoulders. "You're a pretty pessimistic little guy, aren't you? You're in a compound full of women with great, big tits who are always horny. You're new job is to pick up gorgeous women in bars so you can bring them back here and we can turn them into _more_ huge-hootered horny women. Pretty lousy break, huh? And let's say I let you out right now. You get to go look for a job. You get to go strike out with small- breasted women who _don't_ want to get laid. You want to go? Go right ahead."

She clapped her hands and the shackle around my neck sprung open. I hesitated for a moment, and then backed a few steps to the door.

"But if you leave, Art, you'll probably _never_ get your hands on another set of tits like mine." She reached up and began stroking her breasts through her T-shirt. "Look at them, Art. They're so big and full! I really love my tits, don't you?" She pinched her fingers around one of her erect nipples, supporting the breast with her other hand. "Look," she said, and gave the nipple a little tweak, producing a little wet spot on her shirt, "Don't you want to suck on a nipple like that?" She pushed her breasts upward toward her mouth and clamped her lips around the hard nub, sucking until her cheeks hollowed.

She let go of her tit and smiled approvingly at my now-hard dick. "See, Art? Does the thought of going back out there give you a hard-on like that? I see you've had some of Madame Twon's suppositories. She's a witch, you know. She's not really one of us, but she's useful to us, so we let her stay. She wants to be one of us, but the Queen doesn't think she could cut it as Pyen Yang Lon."

She stripped off her shirt and leaned over, propping herself up on an elbow. Her coffee-colored tits spilled down onto the mattress and looked very much like a couple of fluffy, watermelon-sized pillow. She traced circles around her brown areola with her other hand, making her nipple fully harden. A little drop of white fluid clung to the tip.

"Do you really want to go, Art? Wouldn't you like it better if you could stay here and suck on my pussy? I know I would. And then you can fuck me, Art. Anywhere you like." She put her arm across the front of her massive breasts and lifted them off the mattress. She pushed her arm into them so that excess flesh billowed above and below her arm. She rubbed her arms against her tits, giving them little licks when the circle brought them up toward her face. My cock throbbed at the sight.

I approached the mattress and she sat up, grabbing my hips with both hands and got her head about an inch away from my penis. "You have a nice dick there, Art." She reached up one hand and clutched it, stroking it languorously as she continued to play with her thick nipple. Her tongue snaked out and licked hard at the tip of my cock. She then plunged forward, engulfing me in her hot mouth. She sucked hard, swirling her tongue everywhere. She was now kneading her breast hard as well, tugging and tweaking her nipple until it had almost turned purple and milk began to trickle over her fingers.

She spat out my dick and stood up, forcing me down onto my knees in front of her. She undid her jeans and let them fall to the floor. I held them as she stepped out, leaving her naked before me. A downy fluff of pubic hair covered her mound, and when I looked up I couldn't see her face, just the undersides of her hanging breasts. Her hands clawed at both tits now, every once in awhile squirting milk in thin, graceful arcs over my head. She pushed her hips forward, her already-moist pussy shoved into my face. I stuck out my tongue and traced patterns through her pubic hair, making her shiver and clutch harder at her sumptuous breasts.

I got my mouth over her box and parted her lips with a flick of my tongue, quickly coming to her firm clit. I wrapped my lips around it and started mouthing and sucking it; her juices rained down over my lips and she sighed. She squatted a bit now, so that more of her weight rested on my face. She gyrated her hips above me, grinding her spread cunt onto my chin as I leaned my head back and continued sucking on her juicy hot-button.

Without warning, she swung one leg over my head and disengaged her box from my mouth. Faster than I could react, she pushed me face-down onto the mattress and straddled my ass. Her wetness dripped down onto my cheek as I felt her lean over and press her tits into my back, her pussy against my ass. She massaged me by wiggling about on my back. I turned my head to one side, and she reacted by dangling a tempting teat in my face. I kissed her soft flesh and worked my tongue over a dripping nipple, eventually drawing it into my mouth. Her rich milk cascaded down my throat as I sucked it. She ground her pelvis into my ass more fervently now, and she put one hand underneath her to rub her drooling hole.

Suddenly, she convulsed wildly and let out a groan. Her gush of cum soaked my buttocks as a surge of hot milk sprayed into my sucking mouth. She got off me and turned me over. My cock stuck 13" in the air, and she reached up and massaged it's pulsing length. She leaned down slightly and got my cock between her tits, enfolding it in smooth warmth. She grabbed the outside of one breasts in each hand and pushed them together, jiggling them up and down around my tube. She rubbed and pushed at them, her eyes closed and lips parted in an expression of total pleasure.

She must have cum again from doing this. Quietly, this time, but a sudden jet of milk from her right nipple gave her away. Drops of the white fluid sprayed across my chest and face, and I licked my lips and tasted the sweetness and she continued to jug-fuck me for a moment.

She moved herself up and positioned her still-oozing cunt above my dick, and then pushed herself down onto it. She leaned back with her hands on the mattress behind her. Her tunnel was like soft velvet as she fucked me wildly, her tits flopping and waggling about her. I sat up, driving myself even deeper into her hole which, to my surprise, took the entire length of my dick. I grabbed her flailing tits in both hands and kneaded the softness like clay. She sat forward then, and I lost my face in her great fleshy orbs.

She ground her pelvis into mine intensely, my dick so deep inside her that I felt like I was fucking her stomach. It was too much; I shot my load deep inside her with a growl, grabbing hard at the mammaries to either side of my head. I collapsed onto the mattress, exhausted.

She stood up and regained her composure. "So, Art, my name's Beth, and I'll be training you. Thanks for the use of the cock. I really needed that." She reached down and patted my dick like she was patting a puppy. "I don't think we'll really need this thing, will we?" She grabbed the chain with both hands and yanked it out of the concrete with one tug, the recoil making her tits wobble for a few moments. She picked up her clothes and headed toward the stairs, turning the lights off again on her way.

I laid there in the dark and realized that Beth was right. I really _did_ want to stay here and spend the rest of my life serving the sexual needs of an army of big-breasted vampire nymphomaniacs. If only I could figure out how to do it without becoming a kidnapper, too...