Abducted And Enslaved For The Talistaun

by W. L. Dowd

  “Jason….. Jason honey, we’re here to visit baby.”

  Recognizing Heather’s sexy voice, he looked up from the table to see her walking toward him, with his wife shuffling closely behind.

  Reaching the table, Heather pulled Ashley forward. “Doesn’t Jason look good Ash?”

  Pausing momentarily, she finally replied, “Yes Mistress.”

  “And I’m sure he misses his wife, don’t you Jason?”

  Jason didn’t answer at first, but when Heather reached under his loin cloth and squeezed his swollen balls, his knees began to buckle as he responded. “OHHHH, Yes Mistress.”

  Squeezing a bit harder he soon understood the message being sent, and the complete answer she was expecting. “YES Mistress, I miss my wife.”

  “I’m sure you do! But she’s mine now, and you know how possessive I can be. She spent the entire evening pleasing me, and you know what, she’s better at it then you ever were. But I’m sure I don’t have to tell you how talented she is between the sheets.”

  Releasing her grip on his jewels, she then lifted his flimsy cloth. Underneath, Jason’s manhood was still trapped in the tight grip of the rubber ring. “All the slaves wear the control rings. They are very effective tools of torture, as you just saw. And of course, Jason here is one of the few who also have the nanites to contend with as well.”

  Seeing the size and color of Jason’s swollen tools, Ashley understood how sensitive Jason must have been, and why all the men’s tiny loin cloths were bulging outward like they were.

  Allowing the cloth to fall back over his swollen equipment, Heather circled behind Ashley and began fumbling with Ashley’s bound hands. Ashley’s face was quickly grimacing in discomfort and concern as Heather continued to work behind her. Then, after several tormenting seconds, Heather returned to her place between the two of them. Ashley knew exactly what just happened, but Jason was still clueless.

  Allowing the two some time to share in the reality and humiliation of their current situations, Heather could see the increasing look of despair and defeat on their faces as they gazed at each other’s captured bodies. When she felt the timing was just right, Heather lifted Ashley’s wedding ring outward for Jason to see. Holding it up in plain sight, she began the ceremony she had been practicing in her head all night.

  “I’ve gathered us here today, to share in the start of your new lives…….. With this ring, I now claim this woman as my property!” exclaimed Heather as she slid Ashley’s diamond studded wedding ring onto her own ring finger.

  She then extended the back of her hand outward for both of them to clearly see. “Oh my Jason, you do have good taste. This ring is gorgeous. I’m going to enjoy it immensely………..”

  Turning to Ashley, she said, “Ashley dear, do you accept me as your owner and Mistress, to obey and to serve as my personal sex-slave, for now and until I decide otherwise?”

  Stunned by what was happening, Ashley was slow to respond.

  “Y-y-yes Mistress……”

  Turning back to Jason, she continued. “Jason, do you give this woman to me, to have and to enslave, and to do with as I please?”

  Jason also failed to respond immediately, but when she began to reach under his cloth once again, he promptly responded. “Yes, Yes, Mistress, I give you my wife!”

  “I thought you might do just that! ……. Ashley, you may kiss your Mistress!”

  Reaching behind Ashley’s head, she slowly pulled her forward and planted a huge kiss on her mouth. Ashley knew better than to resist the show that Heather was so determined to put on for Jason. So for several long agonizing minutes, Jason watched Heather and his wife kiss like high school sweethearts. Their kissing mouths and probing twisting tongues tormented Jason as he looked on helplessly.

  Finally separating herself from Ashley, Heather moved to the edge of the sorting table and perched herself on the corner. Next, she pulled her short skirt up and spread her knees. Both Ashley and Jason immediately saw that she wasn’t wearing anything under the skirt and her sex was now fully exposed and on display.

  “Ashley dear; show Jason, and all his new friends, how much you love your Mistress. Kneel before me, and lick my beautiful pussy to a climax!”

  Mentally defeated and numb, Ashley’s eyes were focused on Heather’s glistening slit as she slowly dropped to her knees and made her way forward. But before her face arrived at its destination, Heather put her hand out against Ashley’s forehead, thus stopping her progress.

  “Do you love to serve your Mistress, my slave?”

  With her eyes still focused on Heather‘s perfect womanhood, she replied, “Y-yes Mistress, I do.”

  “Do you like the view of my pussy?”

  “Yes Mistress, it’s beautiful.”

  “How would you like to show me your love and appreciation?”

  “Mistress, may I please lick your pussy; to show my love for you?”

  “Are you sure you’re ready to consummate your enslavement, in front of your now ex-husband and all his friends?”

  With tears welling in her eyes and a crackle in her voice, she replied. “Yes Mistress, please let me lick your pussy. I live to pleasure you my Mistress.”

  “Hmmmmm, very well, you may lick your mistress to climax,” she said as she pulled her hand back from Ashley’s forehead.

  “Thank you Mistress,” she replied, as she quickly landed her mouth on her glistening slit and went right to work.

  Jason was amazed at how quickly and eagerly his wife went down on Heather. And to see her tongue fully extended and probing deep into another woman’s cunt, made his cock start to tingle and swell even more.

  In fact, all the men in the large room were starting to sigh and respond with the sounds of pleasure. To see the pretty blonde’s head nestled snugly between the legs of the menacing black haired mistress, was making their already swollen and tightly ringed cocks begin to twitch and grow. The pressure building inside their trapped cocks and balls was both intense and uncomfortable. But they couldn’t look away; they were mesmerized by the scene which only further tortured their helpless bodies. As anxious and wildly enthralled as the male slaves now appeared, they were no threat to Ashley or Heather. The armed guards kept them safely at bay.

  With Ashley’s soft tongue fully extended and stroking through her slit, Heather mumbled, “Oh my…….. She truly is so much better at this than you were Jason! …….. Mmmmmm, if I thought you might ever get the chance to pleasure me again, I would certainly have her give you some lessons………”

  It wasn’t long before Heather’s plentiful female juices were flowing across Ashley’s tongue. Within minutes, she felt Heather’s body beginning to tighten and twist, when suddenly Heather blurted out, “Picture please!”

  Suddenly a camera bulb flashed as the camera captured the awesome shot. Just as requested, one of guards took a photo of Ashley’s face buried deep in Heather’s widely spread cunt.

  With her body now starting to convulse with pleasure, Heather struggled to say, “Another excellent shot! MMMMMM, no doubt your father will be highly motivated to come visit us.”

  Gently placing her hand on the top of Ashley’s head, she said. “Now, make me cum slave! These mine slaves can’t wait to see me climax all over your face……. MAKE ME CUM…..”

  That’s when Jason saw Ashley’s sexy lips latch onto Heather’s clit as her sucking mouth went work. Like a baby sucking on a bottle, Ashley was working Heather’s pleasure button with impressive skill and determination.

  Soon, Heather’s body was quivering and shaking as she allowed Ashley to quickly bring her to a dramatic climax in front of Jason and all the groaning male slaves.

  “OHHHHHHHHHHHHH, Yes, Yes, that’s it baby, suck it hard! I’m CUUUUMING!”

  Ashley felt Heather’s body explode with pleasure as her plentiful feminine fluids coated her lips and chin. Even as the male slaves started to cheer her apparent success, she knew not to stop sucking and licking until Heather permitted he
r to do so.

  When Heather was ready, and when she was sure Ashley’s lips was smeared with her juices, she gently pushed Ashley’s head away. “Mmmmmm, you did well……… now stand!”

  Humiliated beyond words, Ashley slowly came to her feet.

  “Give your ex-husband one last kiss goodbye! We need to be leaving now; we have another appointment to attend to. And don’t doddle, get over there and kiss him on the lips.”

  Shuffling quickly over to Jason, she planted her cum soaked lips squarely on his. The taste of Heather’s juices filled Jason’s mouth as he kissed his wife. Without hesitation, their heads tilted slightly as they kissed for what they thought might be the last time.

  “Ok, that’s enough, stop! ……… Ashley, kneel down!”

  Reluctantly pulling back from Jason, she slowly knelt down. On her knee’s, Ashley was now facing Jason’s tent pole shaped loin cloth.

  “I’ve decided to give Jason one last pleasurable moment with his beautiful wife.”

  Lifting his cloth and exposing his now hard cock, Heather said, “Ash honey, take his cock in your mouth and give him one last memory of your talented mouth.”

  Opening her mouth, Ashley slowly engulfed Jason’s throbbing member.

  When the crown of his shaft bumped against the entrance to her throat, Jason couldn’t help but mutter out loud. “Oh god, oh my god…….. Ahhhhhggggggggg.”

  Heather allowed Ashley to make several sucking trips up and down Jason’s fat swollen cock before she grabbed a handful of Ashley’s hair and quickly pulled her head back. “That’s enough honey. You should know, I am the jealous type!”

  Instantly, Jason began to moan out load. “”Ohhhhhh, please, please Mistress; don’t make her stop…..”

  “Sorry honey, she’s mine now….. Perhaps I should remind you, if you didn’t kick me to the curb like you did, I would be sucking your cock instead of taking your wife away.”

  Running her soft hand up and down his saliva covered shaft, she said. “If I remember correctly, you use to love it when I sucked your cock. Remember how your balls would fill with your manly jism and explode in my mouth with such pleasure you’d be breathless?”

  Releasing her gentle stroking grip, she said, “Well, those days are over for you. You may get to have your cock sucked again, but it probably won’t be by a woman, and it certainly won’t lead to pleasurable memories!”

  Quickly taking Ashley’s leash in hand, Heather turned for the elevator doors and started walking away with Ashley closely behind.

  “MISTRESS PLEASE, please don’t leave me here, I’m begging you. I will serve you, I will serve you faithfully, PLEASE take me with you!!” came echoing from behind them, as she and Ashley walked unfazed toward the elevator.

  * * *

  Exiting the elevator on the main floor, Heather started walking toward a door that had ‘Breeding Barn’ posted over it. As soon as Ashley realized where they were heading, she slowed against the pull of her leash and muttered, “Mistress….. Where are we going?”

  “Oh don’t worry,” she interrupted. “We’re only visiting the barn, I won’t leave you there. In fact, we’re visiting your Aunt Tina!”

  Feeling somewhat relieved for herself, she picked up her pace behind Heather. She had no idea what to expect, but she was very relieved to know she wasn’t being delivered there for breeding!

  “Tina has been scheduled and prepared for insemination today, and I thought you would enjoy watching. The Talistaun only allow the natural impregnation of the breeders. They don’t allow the use of syringes or tools to inject the sperm, only a real cock delivering the seed of life is permitted.”

  As they approached the ominous door, Heather continued. “I so enjoy seeing the helpless look in the eyes of a breeder, at the exact moment when she feels the male’s cock erupting deep into her womb. The frantic expression that washes over her face when she feels the man’s warm semen filling her defenseless vagina in priceless.”

  “Tell me, were you close to your Aunt Tina?”

  “Yes Mistress.”

  “I can see you two are close in age. Is she married too?”

  “Yes Mistress, she is.”

  “I didn’t see anyone with her. Did she arrive alone?”

  “I think so Mistress. I didn’t see Uncle Jim on the trucks.”

  “Hmmm, that’s interesting. Does she have any children?”

  “No Mistress.”

  “Well then, this’ll be a special experience for both of you, her first child, and a cousin for you!”

  Opening the door, Heather pulled Ashley into the entrance way and closed the door behind them. Like most areas within the complex, it was large, well lit, clean, and well laid out for the apparent function.

  Walking down the wide corridor, Ashley saw five groupings of small cells. As if in some kind of wild science fiction nightmare, Ashley slowly walked past one group of cells after another. The first block of cells was labeled ‘Ready’, the next was ‘1st Trimester’, the next was ‘2nd Trimester‘, the next to last was ‘3rd Trimester’, and the last was ‘Recovery’.

  Only half of the first set of cells were occupied, and all the young women inside them looked incredibly nervous and frantic. Their naked bodies were collared and cuffed, but they were not restrained in any way. They still had full use of their arms as they stood at their cell doors, holding on tightly to the bars, as they anxiously watched Heather and Ashley walk by. Looking to Heather with large pleading eyes, a few of the captives began to plead softly, “Please help us…..please.” Clearly, these were the women who were ‘ready’ and waiting to be impregnated!

  As they slowly walked past the defined groupings of cells, they could see that the caged women were at different stages of pregnancy. Just as the signage above the cell blocks indicated, the women inside were getting larger and larger in size. In the ‘3rd Trimester’ cells, the women were huge. Some were walking and others were sitting as they rubbed and held their stretched stomachs in stressful anticipation, while their milk laden tits hung from their chests.

  Inside the cells labeled ‘Recovery’, things looked far more comfortable for these women. The cells were much bigger and they had comfortable beds to lay on. Cleary, these were the ones who recently gave birth and were being allowed to recover in relative comfort.

  Soon, they passed by a room that had no sign, but it didn’t need one. The room was filled with the heart stopping sounds of women giving birth. With only a quick glimpse inside, Ashley saw a number of screaming and crying women strapped to tables, as folks dressed in whites were gathered between their widely spread legs. She looked away quickly and tried to get the crying and groaning sounds out of her head.

  At the very end of the corridor, the last door had a sign over it, ‘Insemination’.

  Entering the room, Ashley immediately saw her Aunt Tina securely mounted to a table of sorts. She’d never seen anything like it before, but there was no mistaking its purpose. There were a total of six units in the room, and four had women mounted to them. Two of the women were waiting calmly on their tables while the other two were not, and that included Tina who was pulling and straining against the straps that held her tightly in place.

  The narrow tables were actually very simple in design. They were only a few feet long and about one foot wide. It was connected to the floor with one adjustable and articulating post that allowed the table to be placed in about any position. The table’s surface extended from behind their heads to the small of their backs. With their arms secured behind them, their bodies were securely strapped to the narrow units with three thick straps. The straps crossed their bodies at the bend of their hips, under their tits, and across their shoulders. Their thick collars were also connected to the tables so their heads had limited movement.

  But it was the position of their legs that told the story of the units. Extending outward from the bases of the tables were two adjustable arms with stirrups. The awful looking extension devices held their legs a
nd feet securely fastened in-place with several straps. Adjusted as they were, their knees and legs were lifted upward and spread very wide. With their knees bent and pulled back slightly, and their thighs spread wide to each side, there was no questioning the purpose of the units, or what would soon be happening between their out-stretched legs.

  Leading Ashley directly to Tina’s side, Ashley got a close up view of her frightened Aunt. Ashley was stunned by the sight of her beautiful redheaded Aunt. Stretched out wide and naked on the table, it was Tina’s nipple piercings that now had Ashley’s full attention. She was absolutely captivated by the mini barbells that pierced her Aunt’s large sensitive nipples.

  Seeing Ashley now staring at Tina’s pierced nubs, Heather reached out and gently grabbed one of Ashley’s nipples.

  “You know, I was thinking earlier… Since I have this beautiful ring symbolizing our union,” which she held outward to admire, “perhaps you should also have something rather personal to symbolize our union and your enslavement. I think a set of nipple rings would make the perfect gift for you. What do you think?”

  Shaken by the unexpected suggestion, she pleaded. “Oh please Mistress, not that. Please Mistress, I’ll do anything for you! Please don’t do that to me, I’m begging you.”

  Chucking and smiling, Heather responded, “We’ll talk about that more later. Right now, we’re here to see your lovely Aunt.”

  With a gasping and shuddering breath she replied, “Yes Mistress.”

  It took Tina a few moments to fully comprehend the sight of her niece on the end of Heather’s leash. Overhearing their brief discussion, while she stared in amazement at Ashley’s bound and naked body, she understood instantly that Ashley was now a sex-slave, and the property of the woman who held her leash. In a weird way she envied Ashley’s current fate. She would have volunteered for that in a second if it meant she could escape the breeding barn. Hell, she would have agreed to just about anything over the breeding barn.

  Tina’s captors had given her the grand tour of the breeding establishment when she arrived yesterday. Tina knew exactly what her fate was going to be. And the thought of it was making her crazy as she laid naked and strapped to the table on her back, with her legs spread open wide.