TWO SISTERS
Maria stepped forward, one foot on either side of the fettered Michael. She looked down and smiled: "You couldn't figure it out? Do you think I would miss my share for one second?", she said, as she stroke her big hands over her gigantic, fuzzy breasts, which from below, seemed even bigger than Elaine's monster melons.
How stupid can one be... Michael reflected, vainly squirming between her legs. Why didn't he count that out at once? Maria's haircut was slightly different from Elaine's; shorter and less curly, but her facial features were very similar, her nose a bit bigger and her lips only slightly thinner than Elaine's almost oversized juicy mouth. Twins of course! And her heavy, fuzzy sweater was identical to Elaine's; only dark grey. He would love to challenge her, be able to face the wonderful danger and risk to get lost in her arms. But immobilized like this he could do nothing. Please... he just wanted to get a fair chance... He tried to make her aware of that by yelling: "Ggggggghhh!"
Maria neither took attention to his mumbling nor to his protest; instead she leisurely sank down and straddled him. Mummified and caught between her enormously thighs playfully squeezing his upper body, it was obvious that the fight already was to its end.
"So, Michael, I wonder if you understand how I need you, how much me and my boobs need to possess you... rule over you. Elaine will love to humiliate and immobilize you... but for me... you will from now on and forever be slave to my demanding breasts. You are to suckle them and be at their service, day out and day in... of course with no possibility to deny. It will be absolutely great", she smiled and wound her big fuzzy arms around his neck and dragged his white wrapped-in face into the deep of her enormously bosom. He sank into; more or less disappeared in the grey soft fuzziness. She clutched him lovingly at the same time her whole body floated out over him, buried him... as one more layer of restraint. In her embrace he was completely at her mercy, surrounded and absorbed.
Maria kept him in her soft captivity for minutes... helpless, squirming, surrounded and caught by her colossal breasts, struggling for air, for his life... until Elaine made a sign and declared game over. Michael was at that stage nearly unconscious, having been trapped in her mohair embracement with almost no possibility to breathe.
The two women carried the mummified wriggling Michael to a large bathroom, nicely furnished with a couple of chairs, flower pots and a decorative high narrow bench. Standing straight up in the voluminous area he was freed from the elastic white bandage that kept him prisoner, also from the head harness with its gag. Maria pushed him down one of the chairs where after also she sat down, astride his lap. Quickly she wrapped her big legs around his waist including his arms squeezed along his upper body and locked her heels comfortably at the back of the chair.
"Welcome", she said, "To become ours... it is such a tremendous good feeling. You are a handsome young man, did you know that? And it will be just great from now on, for us to take care of you in the absolutely best way we can." She pushed her giant mohair bosom towards his chest and by using strength and weight, she nailed him against the back of the chair with her divine upper body... at the same time she gripped his neck with large hands and held him firmly. "There is so much for you to learn... sooo much... and it will be wonderful to teach you", she continued, at the same time Elaine with a trimmer started to cut his hair off, crew cut him neatly.
Michael reacted, made an attempt to formulate a question: "Why...", but Maria immediately put a hand over his mouth: "Mike, I have told you not to questioning things. You are to do just as we say... nothing else. And if you don't, we will have to punish you, do you understand?"
Maria's stern voice made him frightened. He suddenly got scared by the whole situation. What had he jumped into? Aroused by the shivering sensuality of being in Elaine's strong arms... squeezed against her heavenly bosom... embraced by the irresistible goddess of softness... a woman of his innermost dreams... he just couldn't resist her and he had said YES. But, what had been an exciting sensual game... at least that was HIS opinion... serious yes... but still a game... Wasn't it a game anymore?
What would they do to him... and could he stop this whole thing by saying NO, I've had enough? While right now it seemed more like bizarre reality!? Could they really mean what they said... was he to become their hostage... for long time? No, he had his life... his job... his own world to handle. But at the same time... he was well aware that he was without any chance to escape from these amazons, if they didn't want him to... IF they decided to keep him, keep him in their captivity. What was he up to???
He kept silent but made a cautious attempt to challenge Maria's hold, to force... push, her upper body away. But it was as if she sensed it... while her broad shoulders, the huge upper arms and giant breasts squeezed him even firmer against the chair back and her impressive thighs were tightened up around his waist.
No, no chance... he realized he was defenseless at the moment, right now he was under their spell... BUT, there must be... must appear an opportunity for him, for them, to discuss... a possibility for him to be able to change his mind, to turn the game into a joint role play... sure it would! He told himself to relax, take it easy... wait and see.
