by Various
Jana spoke before Azai could decide what to say.
‘We would like cock, please, for my sister. Her first was last week.’
‘Jana!’ Azai exclaimed, the blood rising to her face. ‘You don’t have to tell everybody!’
‘You should be proud,’ Amaranth stated, ‘and you are beautiful, your breasts especially.’
‘I keep telling her that,’ Jana said. ‘I took ages to get her into her top this morning.’
Amaranth responded with a light laugh.
‘I’ll show you around myself,’ she offered. ‘It’s not every day we have a first. Do come in.’
She had opened the door behind the desk, and held it wide as Jana stepped through, Azai following less confidently, into a small, square cubicle. A scent struck her immediately, somewhat animal – musky, leathery – bringing her nipples to embarrassing erection. Jana giggled and reached out to tweak one stiff bud. Amaranth gave a knowing smile.
‘Did you have anything particular in mind?’
‘We don’t have a great deal to spend,’ Jana responded, ‘but we would like to see a full range, if we may?’
‘Certainly,’ Amaranth replied. ‘Our policy is to value all our customers. After all, a girl who buys a Teasing Feather one time may come back to order a full staff of dolls.’
‘We’d like to see some dolls, please,’ Azai managed.
‘Naturally you would.’
The two older women shared a wink. Azai felt her blush rise again as Amaranth pressed a finger to a pad beside the inner door, which swung back. Immediately the animal scent grew stronger. Azai swallowed, painfully aware of her arousal. Jana’s tongue flicked out to moisten wet lips, her hand rising to touch a breast. Amaranth seemed unaffected, leading them down the corridor to yet another door, this time a steel grid, with cages visible beyond.
‘This is the Stopes range,’ she said, casually indicating the row of cages. ‘Functional and affordable, although naturally you don’t get the style of the top names. This is the Brad, for instance.’
Azai looked into the cage Amaranth was standing by. She felt her stomach flutter as she saw the creature within. It was standing, its chin at the level of the top of her head, placid blue eyes staring out from an expressionless face. There were no breasts, only a hard, muscular torso, with tiny nipples, above a flat belly, a tangle of dark blonde hair, and male genitals, the penis thick and pale, resting on the bulging scrotum.
‘It’s so ugly!’ she said, trying to fight down the revulsion welling up inside her, to war with her arousal.
‘Ugly, yes,’ Amaranth agreed, ‘but if that cock was inside your little pussy, my sweet, you wouldn’t worry about how he looks.’
‘It’s polite to say “he”,’ Jana remarked, ‘not it. Look, watch, Azai. He can smell our cunts. He’s getting excited!’
She finished with a giggle, and put her arm around her sister’s shoulder. Sure enough, the Brad had begun to take an interest, grasping his cock and tugging at it, with his big, pale eyes flicking over the women’s breasts and down to the tight Vs of their crotches. Azai found herself giggling nervously, her eyes locked to the rapidly growing pole of male meat as she wondered how it would feel inside her body. Suddenly the Brad stepped forward, brandishing his now erect cock. Azai stepped quickly away from the bars.
‘Down, boy, not now,’ Amaranth said, firmly, yet calmly. Immediately the Brad slunk back to the corner of his cage.
‘All the Stopes models have unquestioning obedience built in,’ Amaranth went on. ‘It makes them easy to handle, of course, but it does mean one rather has to control the fuck.’
‘How much is the Brad?’ Azai asked.
‘Twelve thousand,’ Amaranth answered, ‘or at twelve-five there is the Brad Ballman, with a larger genital package.’
‘What are the specs?’ Jana asked.
‘Seven long, six around for the basic Brad. Eight long, seven around for the Ballman. Both are designed to amply fill a typical vagina. Insemination is available as an optional extra, at five-hundred on all models.’
‘Insemination?’ Azai queried.
‘Yes. Some women prefer to feel they have been impregnated during an act of sex, although naturally the sperm is drawn from the banks in the usual way.’
‘Naturally.’
‘Delivery takes a little longer, as a minor operation to the testes is needed,’ Amaranth went on, ‘but you’ll both be far too young to be thinking of pregnancy?’
‘Yes,’ Jana agreed quickly, Azai nodding. Amaranth went on.
‘The top of the Stopes range is the Clinton, here, and then there’s the basic Dave, or the Kirk for those who prefer an older look. The six inch Dave starts at eight thousand, a Clinton Ballman with insemination and high-capacity testes would be twenty thousand five-hundred. Stopes don’t offer programs.’
‘Programs?’ Azai asked.
‘Special features,’ her sister said, ‘like cuddling after sex, or cunt licking.’
‘Cunnilingus is now standard in most models,’ Amaranth added, ‘but for programs we really need to see a more up-market range.’
‘Do you have Rebus and Sacs?’ Jana asked.
‘Certainly,’ Amaranth answered, her eyes showing no more than a trace of doubt as she glanced to Azai’s sister. ‘A specialist company, of course, but their dedication to quality is not to be faulted. This way.’
She led them back into the corridor and through another grill, on which Azai recognised the Rebus and Sacs motif from Jan’s bedroom wall. Again there were cages, again containing males, only this time each stood behind a double layer of steel bars. Lustful growls greeted their entry, and Azai noted that Amaranth kept carefully to the middle of the space between the cages.
‘Oh, my, a Bull!’ Jana exclaimed, turning to a cage in which a huge male sat hulked on a low bench, his great red genitals hanging low between his spread thighs, the cock already stirring.
‘You know your dolls,’ Amaranth said, with another doubtful glance to Jana. ‘He’s a Bull, yes, ten by eight, half…’
‘… litre capacity, arousal receptors, forced cock sucking as standard,’ Jana took over, ‘with six programs to choose from, including Viking Marauder. Oh, what a beast!’
‘Also with ten metres of heavy chain, voice controlled winch and electric prod,’ Amaranth added, ‘all for thirty-three thousand seven hundred and fifty.’
‘I wish,’ Jana sighed. ‘Oh well, one day.’
The Bull had come forward, his face set in an expression of feral lust, eyes blazing from beneath heavy brows, great muscles working in his torso and along his arms. His cock was hard, a huge red pole that had Azai thinking instinctively of her virgin sex and backing away from the cage. Amaranth moved on hastily, only to find that the other males had also come forward, erect cocks sticking up, hands reaching ineffectually through the bars. Jana’s neck and upper chest were flushed red, her nipples straining to erection.
‘Would you like to see the Millefiori range?’ Amaranth asked. ‘We have their Adonis in, at one hundred thousand, complete with …’
‘What is this?’ Jana asked, ignoring Amaranth as she came close to another cage.
Inside was another male, his skin dark bronze, taller than the Bull and almost as massive, his body hard, sculpted muscle, a good ten inches of rigid penis projecting from his groin above massive balls.
‘A custom model,’ Amaranth explained, moving cautiously closer, ‘special order for a certain wealthy actress. His body is an upgraded Intruder, eleven by seven, with one litre capacity …’
‘One litre! Oh my, oh my … Would he force me to suck his cock?’
‘Yes, with a random chance of coming in your mouth or over your face and breasts. He’ll position you himself too, at random … very rudely.’
‘I have to go in with him, Amaranth.’
‘Jana!’ Azai exclaimed.
‘He’s reserved, a virgin, I’m afraid,’ Amaranth said.
‘Oh, please!’ Jana beg
ged. ‘I can pay.’
‘He’s going out at eighty-seven thousand,’ Amaranth answered. ‘If he’s not virgin, we lose the sale.’
‘Oh … but how will she know? It’s not as if he can tell her!’
Amaranth laughed at the joke, but shook her head.
‘Please!’ Jana begged. ‘Look how he needs me.’
Sure enough, the Intruder’s cock was straining out towards them, and his eyes were fixed on Jana’s bare breasts. Clearly he sensed their physical excitement, and possibly even understood something of the conversation.
‘Shit!’ Jana swore. ‘I need a fuck so badly, Amaranth, a really good filling too. Do you have anything else one litre?’
‘Well, yes,’ Amaranth said doubtfully, ‘there’s an upgraded Slutmaster Boss, but …’
‘Slutmaster?’ Azai broke in. ‘That doesn’t sound very nice.’
‘An Australian company. They’ve only just started exporting. …’
‘He sounds rough.’
‘He is.’
‘I don’t care. Put me in with him, Amaranth!’
‘Jana, really! I’ll tell Mummy.’
‘Oh sh, Azai! I just want a good rough fucking while we’re here. I’ll put two hundred towards your choice too, okay?’
Azai hesitated, feeling the tingling in her own sex and wondering how it would feel to watch her sister being put to one of the big male’s cocks. There was really no choice. She nodded.
‘You will be purchasing?’ Amaranth queried.
‘Yes, absolutely,’ Jana assured her.
‘Okay,’ Amaranth replied, ‘in the interests of gaining new customers. Come with me.’
They left the Rebus and Sacs males, seven pairs of glaring eyes and seven stiff cocks following them from the room. A little further down the corridor Amaranth opened another grill, letting them into a room with a single occupied cage. The male within was tall as always, but relatively slender, with pale gold skin and a shock of tawny hair. A long cock hung down between his thighs.
‘The Slutmaster Boss,’ Amaranth said proudly, ‘exclusive to us. Ten by six, one litre capacity, rape as standard, with three programs to choose from …’
‘Let me in!’ Jana exclaimed.
Amaranth laughed, with just a touch of nervousness, and turned to the cage. The Boss was standing, and stroking his cock.
‘A treat for you, Boss,’ Amaranth stated, pressing her finger to the panel by the cage door. ‘All yours, Miss, but you’d be wise to undress first.’
‘No,’ Jana replied, stepping eagerly into the cage, ‘being stripped is half the fun. He is programmed not to tear my clothes, isn’t he?’
‘Well, no …’ Amaranth answered.
It was too late. The Boss has already closed on Jana. She reacted with a giggle as his powerful hands took her breasts, kneading the plump globes of flesh, his cock stiffening and drool starting to run from the side of his mouth as he pawed her. Her hands went to her trousers, getting the button open just in time before his thumbs were pushed hard into her waistband. Her trousers came down, intact, baring her petite bottom even as the twin, fleshy globes were pushed hard to the bars of the cage. He was grunting, eager, his cock fully erect as his hands grappled for her panties.
‘No!’ she squeaked, but too late as the tiny piece of silk was torn off her hips.
Azai watched in fascination as her sister was lifted, her thighs spread wide, the Boss’s cock searching for her hole, only for him to be frustrated by her trousers. His response was immediate, and simple. She was twisted over, bottom up, so that she had to grab for the bars. Her mouth went wide as the big cock was thrust unceremoniously up into her body from behind. She gasped, pleasure mixed with pain and shock, and she was being fucked, her breasts swinging to the motion as he pumped into her, grinning in glee, his hands locked in the flesh of her hips.
Jana’s eyes had gone glassy with pleasure as she was fucked. Her mouth hung slack, spittle running from one corner. Azai stared, entranced at her sister’s reaction to the harsh, animal fucking, and wondering how she herself would take the same treatment. She was shaking, and her sex felt in urgent need of her touch, but she held back, embarrassed to do what needed to be done in front of Amaranth, despite Jana’s open display.
Boss was getting frantic, faster and faster, until Azai was sure he would come, and she would see her first male orgasm, delivered up her sister’s hole. The thought was too much, and she let one hand sneak up to her chest, to play with a nipple. Amaranth gave a knowing smile in reaction, and Azai found herself blushing. Not that it stopped her, and she was wondering if she dared undo her trousers and slip a hand down the front of her panties when the Boss suddenly moved.
In three quick motions Jana had the big cock pulled from her sex, was spun around, and dragged to her knees. Even as she gaped wide her mouth was filled with erection, the Boss taking her by the hair to force himself deep in. Jana’s cheeks blew out, her eyes going wide in reaction, as the long, thick penis was jammed down into her throat. She was trying to suck, but the Boss was too eager, too rough, and too strong, just fucking her head without the slightest consideration for her needs. Azai gave Amaranth a nervous glance, but the only response was an arm laid gently across the young girl’s shoulder.
Jana’s face was going dark, and she was clearly choking, but the instant she began to panic, and to slap her hands on the Boss’s legs in apparent futility, he stopped. The long glistening shaft was pulled from her mouth, leaving her gasping, with a ring of saliva and her own juice smeared around her lips.
The Boss gave Jana no time to recover, but turned her about once more, onto her knees, bottom high, his erection resting between her upturned buttocks. Jana blew out her breath and managed a weak smile for Azai even as the Boss took hold of his cock, to slide it down between her buttocks. Jana gave a little mew of satisfaction as the big cock head was slid up her once more, gently this time, slapping in the juicy opening to her body as he moved it, rubbing from clit to anus. Jana began to sigh, her mouth going slowly slack once more, her eyes closing, only to jerk open in shock.
‘No! Ah, no, not…’
She ended in a gasp, a sound mirrored by Azai as she realised that the Boss was trying to bugger her sister.
‘Stop him!’ Jana gasped, but it was too late. The cock head was in her rectum, and the Boss was not going to forgo his pleasure. ‘Oh shit… he’s in my bumhole … the dirty animal!’
Amaranth’s hand had gone to her mouth in wordless shock, and she cuddled Azai close. They watched in horrified fascination as Jana was sodomised, the thick penis jammed inch by inch past her straining anus and up into her bottom. She took it gasping, breathless, as more and more was fed into her rectum, until she began to mumble obscenities, under her breath, then aloud.
‘… oh shit, not my bumhole, not my bumhole … … oh that feels so dirty, so fucking dirty … oh, no, not that … oh so dirty, so dirty, up my bum … up my dirty bum yes, fill me up … I can feel it … so hard … bugger me … yes, bugger me so hard … ah!’
She gasped as the last couple of inches of penis were forced hard into her protesting anus. The boss began to rock, grinning down as he held Jana’s buttocks apart with his thumbs, to watch her distended anus as it pulled in and out on the fat plug of his cock. She was gasping, her mouth wide again, a streamer of spittle hanging from her chin, her eyes closed in shame filled ecstasy.
Azai could only stare, watching her sister’s spread buttocks and the obscene way her anus moved on the Boss’ cock. Worse still, Jana was clearly enjoying being buggered, whimpering with pleasure at the use of her anus, her torso down, to let her nipples rub on the hard floor of the cell to the motion of her swinging breasts. The Boss was getting faster too.
‘He’s going to come,’ Amaranth whispered, squeezing Azai to her. ‘One litre …’
Even as she spoke, the Boss grunted. Jana’s eyes went round with shock, and she screamed. Again the Boss grunted, jamming himself up Jana’s bottom to the
very hilt, and again she screamed, and started to babble.
‘… no, it’s too much … I can’t … I can’t not up my bottom, not … oh, shit!’
She broke off, gritting her teeth as the Boss began to withdraw from her anus, the thick cock shaft sliding out, moist and slimy with her juices, until the head popped free. Jana’s anus closed behind the cock end as she once more began to babble.
‘… oh no, oh no, not that … no, don’t look, Azai … don’t oh fuck … that is lovely, so, so lovely …’
As she had spoken, her anus had opened again. Most of the litre of sperm which had been put up her exploded from her bottom in a thick white arc, to splash over the Boss’s cock and balls as she sank, moaning to the floor. She gave in, abandoning herself completely, her hand going back to her sex, with the sperm still bubbling out of her anus, to run, thick and sticky down into her gaping vagina as she started to masturbate.
Azai gaped, shocked, as she watched her sister in ecstasy. Jana was rubbing hard, come spattering her thighs and falling into her lowered panties and trousers in thick white gouts. Nor was the Boss finished. Grabbing Jana by the hair, he twisted her around, to force his filthy, sperm soaked penis into her mouth. She sucked, not just eager, but frantic, masturbating with desperate urgency as she mouthed and slobbered over the huge penis that had just been withdrawn from her rectum. Her eyes were shut in rapture, her breasts jumping and jiggling to her motion. Dirty sperm burst from around her lips and the Boss gave her a final mouthful, and she was coming, her muscles twitching in orgasm, her body locked in ecstasy.
Neither of the watching girls said a word, until Jana at last slumped down in the pool of sperm and juice beneath her. She was filthy, her face soiled, her breasts smeared, her panties full of dirty sperm. The Boss took her by the hair, holding her as his cock went slowly limp, then casually proceeded to urinate over her prone body. Jana took it gasping and wide eyed, but made no effort to stop it happening as her bottom, then her breasts and belly were pissed on. At the end she was smiling, red faced with embarrassment, yet still smiling.
‘Back now,’ Amaranth ordered, and the Boss retreated, immediately to curl up on his sleeping bench.