The earlier of the two hairy women being enjoyed by the gang had such a heavy showing of hair across her lower belly that it almost looked like a map of irrigation or some kind of circulatory system that came off a central artery and had perpendicular wings that appeared to vanish into smaller and smaller separate clusters or tributaries of her belly hairs. Eventually, her smile was noticed, but playfully stroking her hairy belly and the hairy furrows where her ass met her legs won her the prize of staying longer as a captive.
Although dehumanized while drugged, the gang had made their orderlies rather proficient in drugging of the inventory when received. Most of the women were marketed and delivered to their buyers within hours. Rare indeed was anyone held over (except in cases of ransom with prolonged normal paying families involved in the transactions).
This hairy holdover captive kept for longer was slowly, more slowly than imaginable, in a time frame measured not in days but in groups of days, being brought around. Her doses of drugging were being reduced. Her enema treatments were changed to warmed water, with different sets of gel and liquid based drugs intended to suppress her possible inhibitions. After more than a couple of days, it almost seemed as if the gang members were expecting her to join them as a recruit to the gang itself rather than delivered to a brothel.
While the room itself had floor drains similar to a milking barn rather than a hospital ward, all the victims were treated as unknown, comatose, patients, with most on intravenous drip until selected or weeded out.
While normally a special catheter might be draining urine, this ward was much different. Victims were brought through cycles sort of like a recovery room waiting for the normal urination before discharge. All enemas included pre and post moisturizing gels to make that and each subsequent anal entry more comfortable for victims and anal rapists. Rubbing in the lubricants was itself a test for reaction by the victims.
This hairy victim being held over was especially responsive. She was radiating that model smile, pleasantly moaning and attempting to push her butt to obviously show that she is receptive to the spreading of lubricant on her back door. Her hairy legs were noticeable yet not unpleasant to see or to touch. When allowed to be face up, her smile would undo anyone's distaste at her being so hairy in armpits and especially from below her naval to her full bush.
Vocalizations from her were delightful to the gang members to be hearing. Never a demand, never a churlish insult. She had a girlish moaning with her words. She responded to stimulation. Her moans were amplified through speakers. The intervals when she was receiving sexual touch clearly were welcomed by her, as she often would attempt to gyrate, arch and move in ways to suggest that yes, she was turned on, yes, she enjoyed long stretches of sexual intercourse. Yes, she was by body actions and smiling, moaning and sometimes speaking out loud in what were taken as her claiming that she welcomed, accepted her role as cum dump.
She seemed to have an increased responsiveness to either changes of which member of the gang was enjoying her, or even rotations in group sex with different gang members taking her. As her permitted consciousness reached higher levels, she smiled, nibbled on her lips in a sensual show of her aroused interest in having her body touched, even when her arms were held awry for ejaculations on her armpits, breasts, and belly. She was sort of the buddha belly being rubbed for good luck, but more often it was a penis than a hand that reached across her body. Some of the gang members continued giving her hickeys, some just spat on her, all took turns depositing their sperm. All knew that any DNA evidence would be washed away by the orderlies long before the captive would be anywhere where she could have evidence captured against her abductors or against her abusive rapists and their medical system covering it all up.
The crust from drying sperm was never a problem, as most of it was either rinsed down at an orderly visit, or, sometimes a gang member would simply pour from a jar of warmed, lubricants. At intervals in their shifts, the orderlies would either sponge or cloth bathe her in place. She received a liquid in her vagina that both lubricated her and prevented pregnancy. Her teeth were brushed, rinsed, and left gleaming by this care protocol that could not be said to be enjoyed.
Her hair was shampooed and rinsed, draining to the hospital floor drain for cleaning the facility. She was hairy and being kept longer, so some of the orderlies would shampoo and rinse her entire body to refresh her for the functions of a sex slave.
Her belly was tight. Seen rarely, extremely unusual sight here among the victims; tight tummies on the captives were a reason to bind them facing up. As she moved in appreciation of being touched, her musculature flattered those giving her attention with delivery of loads of their sperm. All the bodily fluids and lubricants, even the through-skin or suppository delivered medications would wash away before allowing her to leave, but, that seemed far away as her hairiness at first and later her smile, and yet later her breathless dirty talking and wantonness brought her more attention that was as she desired.
Her voice stayed in that girly sound even though her words were interspersed with moans or sometimes what sounded like full monologues. She sometimes spoke in fast patterns. At least once she was heard to be describing her sensations from being touched, penetrated, held, receiving wanted load of baby batter sperm, but, she also would pause and sound extremely thoughtful as if struggling to go from thoughts to words about the guys from whom she was experiencing sensory overload from all the touching and penetrating of her. She did not seem able to respond, yet, to questions. Nor (yet) to demands or even instructions from her rapists. She was lost somewhere between the realm of cognition and sensation. Sometimes, truly at random as her mind and body would drift together and apart, she would try to move her arms, although none of the gang members knew it, she was trying to do her training on a speed bag just as she had done in her gym.
The audio system speakers would sometimes both play music in the quieter background while loudly featuring her own sounds, mostly moans, fewer words, and overwhelmingly panting and bursts of breathing in patterns of orgasms that built, peaked, crashed, recovered and returned. Once she clearly asked "you like it daddy" to the delight of her rapists. One of whom even held his hands against her neck to choke her to a different kind of unconsciousness to celebrate climax.
Not only was she being kept for use longer than other victims, this hairy yet gorgeous "smile model" victim was "turned" to be facing up or down more frequently than other victims, she had her nipples pulled, pinched, slapped, and sucked at each day and each night of her captivity if gang members happened to be in their ward. Her pussy was slapped, often. Penetrated, often. Her pussy lips were engorged from attention that she may have dimly understood to be in a dream, Unlike other victims who were more heavily drugged and in a sort of bondage rig that was designed for anal attacks, this hairy beauty was often free of any restraint other than the hands of her attackers. There were wonderful reactions to being nicknamed after yet another gang member claimed he heard her asking "you like my pussy, daddy?"
It became increasingly popular for her to be chosen for having her legs repositioned, spread widely, feet high in the air as gang members took turns playing with or entering her pussy instead of the anal routines that the politician wanted to see on his secret monitoring. They would enter her pussy with their penises, their fingers, their bottles of beer, anything that amused them and their audience of the moments with her. When other victims were on the benches, too, she would be the least drugged during their stays with the gang, and she would be conscious enough to have some physical capabilities so that her knees were spread doggy style, keeping in that position while her moans were heard louder than any other of those being fucked while benched..
Today, though, a rare appearance by a member of the gang with legendary super powers makes a difference. Big Mike. He rarely is here in person, but this was one of those rare times so everyone was attentive. He had with him an Asian women. Clearly athletic. Obviously submissive. She was dressed as if a street walking prostitute, with a dress so unbelievably short that anyone at eye level could see that she had no panties so that her tight butt cheeks and her pussy were exposed. Her top was covering her nipples, but her modest-sized lower breasts were exposed from barely below that line of sight. She was wearing high heels, with cosmetics and hair groomed as if attending a red carpet event. Of course none of the guys in the gang, none of the guys anywhere on the planet, would have been able to ignore her. To stare in awe at her. To drool while eyes could not see anything else.
She moved quite slowly but what was perhaps as gracefully as a dancer, always maneuvering herself to be staying slightly to the side as well as behind her master, Big Mike. He had a reputation for this outcome from those victims he choose to keep as his own. There were wild stories of how he trained each to behave just this way. The level of excitement rose, the volume of activity vanished, as everyone waited out what might come, hoping to see what Big Mike would do with any of the candidates now on the bench.
The smile model had her hands inspected by the submissive with Big Mike. She held out the smile models hand showing an engagement ring on one of her fingers. The look, the ownership to be seized, gave reason for Big Mike to have her taken back to her own home. Her own home? The women picked for this mission by Big Mike deposited the smile model at her own home and secreted themselves, waiting. Waiting for whom? Her soon to be husband arrived. He was captured and bound to their bed. He was forced to receive erection stimulating as well as sleep inducing medications but then left to sleep, bound and continuously dosed again so that he stayed drugged overnight. He also experienced nocturnal erections in his sleep and woke up with morning wood. The similar inducements had also been dosed in appropriate female counterparts for the smile model, who was content to cuddle against her boyfriend in their own bed while still under the influence of the drugs.
Big Mike had a ritual for his taking of a woman. He had her husband or boyfriend, together with the target, stimulated by drugs. Not drugs alone, no. Drugs together with hands and lips for arousal by his previous conquests before having the wife or girlfriend penetrated by the erect penis in her engorged pussy.
