her thighs. “I’m very sorry, Monique. If there is anything I can do...”
She sobbed and blurted out her grief. “Non, monsieur. There is nothing...no one can... Oh , mon dieu, why did I ever come to this horrid place?”
I stood up and moved to the women’s cot. When I sat down next to Monique, she laid her head on my shoulder and sniffled.
“I am sorry, monsieur, I did not mean to blame you.”
“I know, I know,” I said softly. “We are all sorry about what Big Dick is forcing us to do.”
Casey glanced at me, his wide eyes rolling upward in contradiction.
I pressed my lips tight together with a slight shake of my head. At least we can pretend we are sorry, for the girl’s sake.
Casey turned his eyes back to the slim redhead, greedily drinking in the enchantment of her naked beauty. Her hair was cut short, pageboy style. The tips caressed her neck like fiery fingers. Her bright blue eyes shimmered with tears, set in her resplendently freckled face. Her small nose perched above cherry red lips, quivering with apprehension. Her shoulders and chest wore a bounty of more freckles, and she had the number ‘F-0863’ painted below her rich, surging breasts, jeweled with strawberry nipples and dusted with even more freckles. Their color was enriched by the rose-color whip welts on her belly and thighs. Her trim waist widened into deliciously curved hips, then a display of divinely tapering legs. She tucked her small feet under the bunk.
I remembered her, but couldn’t recall her name. I think it might be Becky something...yes, that’s right! Becky Bainbridge. She was a theoretical mathematician in our nuclear fuel research department. Her expertise was calculating the dimensions and geometry of fuel rods. All our intelligence and education, our advanced degrees and honors, our prestigious titles were now worthless trash. It is human bodies, not human brains that matter here. IQ’s mean nothing. Sex skills mean everything. Our value is totally measured in our capacity for sensual vehemence.
I remember when Becky first arrived. I visited her office and sank into a whirlpool fantasy of ripping off her clothes, shoving her naked body down on her desk, forcing apart her lovely legs and making wild, passionate love to the struggling beauty. Tonight my impossible dream would become reality. The tiniest bit of appreciation for Big Dick’s tyranny began taking shape in my mind.
Just look at these two beautifully naked women, helpless in their harnesses, locked in this cell with Casey and me, unable to escape from our lust. And Big Dick has more than a thousand more beautiful girls for us to fuck.
I sighed with relief. No more overwhelming, sleep-robbing worry and responsibility for the success of this multi-billion dollar facility. No more arguments with whining, complaining, demanding employees. No more endless nights worrying about experiments that failed. Being whipped and beaten by beautiful women can’t be worse than that—and then I get to fuck them and enjoy fantastically intense orgasms. I could love this new career as a captive slave stud!
Big Dick’s laughter roared inside my head. “I win! Do you remember that I told you that you would change your mind and gladly accept this new life I’ve created for all of you?”
Shut up, Big Dick! I’m busy choosing which woman I will fuck first!
Monique whimpered and rubbed her face against my shoulder. “You are kind, Steve . I shall not refuse or struggle when you rape me. I know you must.”
I bent my head down and turned to face her. Our eyes locked in a moment of mutual need and trust. I kissed her soft lips, then softly whispered in her ear. “I’ll do my best to make it wonderful for you.”
Casey caught my cue and tilted his head to signal Becky to join him on his cot. She stood up with a shy smile, blushing crimson, and strolled slowly across the cell, deliberately undulating her hips. I heard Casey gasp for breath as that fire-haired pussy
She sobbed and blurted out her grief. “Non, monsieur. There is nothing...no one can... Oh , mon dieu, why did I ever come to this horrid place?”
I stood up and moved to the women’s cot. When I sat down next to Monique, she laid her head on my shoulder and sniffled.
“I am sorry, monsieur, I did not mean to blame you.”
“I know, I know,” I said softly. “We are all sorry about what Big Dick is forcing us to do.”
Casey glanced at me, his wide eyes rolling upward in contradiction.
I pressed my lips tight together with a slight shake of my head. At least we can pretend we are sorry, for the girl’s sake.
Casey turned his eyes back to the slim redhead, greedily drinking in the enchantment of her naked beauty. Her hair was cut short, pageboy style. The tips caressed her neck like fiery fingers. Her bright blue eyes shimmered with tears, set in her resplendently freckled face. Her small nose perched above cherry red lips, quivering with apprehension. Her shoulders and chest wore a bounty of more freckles, and she had the number ‘F-0863’ painted below her rich, surging breasts, jeweled with strawberry nipples and dusted with even more freckles. Their color was enriched by the rose-color whip welts on her belly and thighs. Her trim waist widened into deliciously curved hips, then a display of divinely tapering legs. She tucked her small feet under the bunk.
I remembered her, but couldn’t recall her name. I think it might be Becky something...yes, that’s right! Becky Bainbridge. She was a theoretical mathematician in our nuclear fuel research department. Her expertise was calculating the dimensions and geometry of fuel rods. All our intelligence and education, our advanced degrees and honors, our prestigious titles were now worthless trash. It is human bodies, not human brains that matter here. IQ’s mean nothing. Sex skills mean everything. Our value is totally measured in our capacity for sensual vehemence.
I remember when Becky first arrived. I visited her office and sank into a whirlpool fantasy of ripping off her clothes, shoving her naked body down on her desk, forcing apart her lovely legs and making wild, passionate love to the struggling beauty. Tonight my impossible dream would become reality. The tiniest bit of appreciation for Big Dick’s tyranny began taking shape in my mind.
Just look at these two beautifully naked women, helpless in their harnesses, locked in this cell with Casey and me, unable to escape from our lust. And Big Dick has more than a thousand more beautiful girls for us to fuck.
I sighed with relief. No more overwhelming, sleep-robbing worry and responsibility for the success of this multi-billion dollar facility. No more arguments with whining, complaining, demanding employees. No more endless nights worrying about experiments that failed. Being whipped and beaten by beautiful women can’t be worse than that—and then I get to fuck them and enjoy fantastically intense orgasms. I could love this new career as a captive slave stud!
Big Dick’s laughter roared inside my head. “I win! Do you remember that I told you that you would change your mind and gladly accept this new life I’ve created for all of you?”
Shut up, Big Dick! I’m busy choosing which woman I will fuck first!
Monique whimpered and rubbed her face against my shoulder. “You are kind, Steve . I shall not refuse or struggle when you rape me. I know you must.”
I bent my head down and turned to face her. Our eyes locked in a moment of mutual need and trust. I kissed her soft lips, then softly whispered in her ear. “I’ll do my best to make it wonderful for you.”
Casey caught my cue and tilted his head to signal Becky to join him on his cot. She stood up with a shy smile, blushing crimson, and strolled slowly across the cell, deliberately undulating her hips. I heard Casey gasp for breath as that fire-haired pussy
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