The slave sat on the couch, his arms pinned behind his back with a leather armbinder. A leather hood covered his face tightly, contouring his features bluntly. The area where his mouth was puffed in and out frantically. His ankles, restrained by thick leather cuffs, were parted by a titanium spreader bar, leaving his nether regions completely exposed. His cock, a tall, red abomination, stood up with a saliva-slick, purple head. Charlotte curled up next to him, gently caressing it with all five fingers, digging her fingertips into the underside of his head with each stroke.
Olivia plopped down on his other side. As she watched The Bachelorette, she idly fondled the slave's engorged testicles with an unconscious expertise that spoke to her years of experience as a professional man-milker. The excessive bondage, of course, was also her touch. She liked having men restrained, placing them under her overwhelming control. It made her so wet, watching strong men struggle against a simple arrangement of leather and steel--sometimes pantyhose, when she was feeling particularly playful--as if they were flies caught in her web.
They were instructed to take their slave to the milking facility in Texas as soon as possible. Amanda Williams was a strict, dominating personality, but she always made concessions for her retinue of personal dominatrixes to 'have a little fun' with the subjects before sending them off. It was an on-the-job benefit, you could say. Olivia loved to toy with her subjects. Only minutes ago, the man formerly known as David Adams--CEO of the Unitech Corporation--was in his hotel room, completely oblivious to the fate that was in store for him.
He heard a knock on the door. He cracked it open a sliver, the safety chain reaching its threshold. Two tall, busty women in skintight blue catsuits and ankle-high white leather boots stood in the otherwise empty hallway. His eyes widened. He had never seen women as tall as they were--they must have been seven or eight feet tall--but they were evenly proportioned to boot. He couldn't help but notice their impossibly wide hips and the enormity of their breasts, which--had it not been for their specially form-fitting clothes--would have flooded out in a great wave of titflesh.
He glanced from one to the other suspiciously. One of them was a stunningly attractive redhead with a sharp, angular face, her smooth hair done up in a ponytail. The other was a brunette with a bonier, but nonetheless gorgeous face that seemed rather weathered. Contrasted with their soft, inhumanly voluptuous bodies and their luscious curves, they seemed scientifically engineered to be as sexually attractive as possible. They were.
Despite the situation, David couldn't help but feel his cock stiffen. Looking at the brunette, he couldn't help but wonder the things they could do to him. Of course, that was only a passing fancy. He was rather terrified of them.
"David Adams?" The brunette said in a voice as sweet as honey. She motioned to her redhead partner, who smiled at him lovingly. "I'm Agent Charlotte, and this is my partner, Agent Olivia. We've been assigned as your new caretakers."
"Caretakers?" David said, alarm bells going off in his head. Despite the seeming formality of the situation, he couldn't help but feel that something was wrong. Very, very wrong. "No one told me anything about that."
"Amanda Williams decided to postpone your meeting with her, and she was worried you would be upset. She sent us to help... remediate the situation, at least until she can fit you into her schedule."
"I flew all the way to Houston so she could stand me up?" David said, annoyed. "This meeting involves the entire company!"
Damn it, David thought. Hours ago, Amanda had called him on the phone to arrange the meeting, talking about how she wanted to buy the entirety of the Unitech Corporation. She had arranged for him to be flown in on a first-class seat onboard an empty plane. Given the severity of the situation, he couldn't help but find it strange that she would cancel on him now.
"Why would she do something like that?" David said. "It doesn't make sense."
"Maybe you could let us explain things for you, David," Charlotte said. "May we come in?"
"Yeah, sorry."
David closed the door, unlatched the safety chain, and opened the door hastily. They'd probably make him sign a few forms, read over a pile of legal documents. It was going to be a long night.
Charlotte and Olivia ducked their heads as they entered his hotel suite, and David couldn't help but stumble back as they filled up the entirety of the corridor, like a wall of sexual attraction. Charlotte walked towards him, pushing him farther and farther back until he tripped and landed sitting down on the edge of a king-sized bed. "Oh!" he said, and moved to get up, but then Charlotte was leaning over him, hands pressed against each side of the bed. Her giant breasts dangled beneath her, blocking off his view of the rest of the room. She smiled at him sweetly. "Hi," she said.
David craned his neck over her shoulder just in time to see Olivia closing the door and locking it, safety chain and all. "Um, excuse me?" he said. "Where's the paperwork? If Amanda canceled the meeting, then I need to have all the legal documents in order to..."
Charlotte began to play with the neckline of his shirt, tracing his throat with one finger. "Don't you worry about that, baby. Leave those big thoughts for your mommies to think about. Big boys like you just need to be good for them. Now are you going to be good for me?"
"Hold on just one second..." David said, frowning. "What the hell is this?"
Charlotte turned around and fixed Olivia with a glare, seemingly impatient. Olivia was standing over his desk, unlatching a briefcase of her own. David tried to stand up, but just before he could get to his feet Charlotte turned around and fixed him with a kiss, wrapping her arms over him and interlacing her fingers. "Mmm!" David screamed, but it was no use. Charlotte brought him onto the bed in a bear embrace, pinning his back against the plush mattress as she stuck her tongue inside his mouth. It honestly felt like she was going to suck his face off, she was kissing so hard.
He gasped for air, but each time he tried to move his head away Charlotte would pinch his chin between two fingers and guide him back to her lips. "Good boy, good boy," she cooed, between kisses. With the added weight of her breasts on his body, David could do little more than twitch under her enormous proportions. He wriggled and fidgeted under her wildly, but he could only muster enough strength to curl his toes a little. To his alarm, his cock was stone-hard, and he was getting impossibly aroused despite himself. With Charlotte's weight shifting atop his, he let out a tiny moan, which only seemed to excite Charlotte further.
While Olivia pulled something long and blue, attached with a lot of straps, out of the briefcase, Charlotte kept David distracted by biting his lower lip. He grunted in a mixture of pleasure and surprise. Then her kisses moved down to his throat, forcing David to tilt his head as far back as he could while Charlotte suckled and nursed at the vulnerable area beneath his chin. "Please--please--" he panted, although what he was asking for was anyone's guess.
David strained to see what Olivia was doing. She had opened a metal jar of cream and was smearing it liberally on what he now saw was a blue strap-on, and a shock of fear ran through him. He stiffened, beginning to panic. "Wait a minute," he said. "Hold on, hold on, hold on!"
"Good boys don't resist," Charlotte said, forcing him back down. "Good boys take what their mommies give them. Good boys cum when they are told to. Good boys like to get milked. Good boys do what their mommies tell them to do."
"No--nnnnhh!" David squealed, as Charlotte bit down on the sensitive skin on his throat. "Please!"
Charlotte sat up in a kneeling position, grabbed David's shoulders, and spun him around. She forced him back against the mattress, holding his hands behind his back painfully. "Armbinder. Now!" Charlotte said.
Olivia shucked out what appeared to be a large flap of leather, crisscrossed in some areas with shoestrings. As Charlotte held David in place, Olivia folded the armbinder around David's arms and tightened the strings until the upper half of his body was firmly immobilized.
This was always Charlotte's favorite part of the job. The part where her milking cows finally realized where they were: in the hands of two ruthless, diabolically sadistic and sexually brilliant sex-goddesses. They were tied up, and they were at her mercy.
Leisurely, Charlotte grinned as she tugged the strap-on in place, watching as David tried in vain to crawl away from her with only his legs.
"Aww, look at him try to run!" Olivia cooed. Charlotte grabbed David by the arms and wrenched him back in place, causing him to moan in terror.
