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Mega Tits 2 - Parts 4 & 5 (drkfetyshnyghts)


Mega Tits 2 - Parts 4 & 5 by drkfetyshnyghts

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She thought it might be all over – she thought that 'they' might show her some mercy. Now that they had had their fun. She had thought, had hoped, that they might just let her go – that she could go back to her old world – back to her old way of life. But it wasn't as simple as that. Nothing in this new world in which Jugs (formerly known as Dorothea) now existed was simple. And now there was a new cloud on the horizon, in the form of Harriet. And Harriet with a chilling history all of her own, also had an agenda all of her own. The rest of Jugs's life, if you could call it a life, was only just beginning.

Once again the lines of BDSM Fetish fantasy and reality blurred and twisted.

This is parts 4 and 5. Parts 1, 2 and 3 were bundled under the title Mega Tits 1
The prequel, Mammaries, 1, 2 and 3 are also available here at A1.

Product type: EBook    Published by: Fiction4All    Published: 12 / 2012

No. words: 66573

Style: Gay/Lesbian/Bisexual BDSM, Bondage/BDSM Fantasy

Available Formats: Palm  MobiPocket (MOBI)  EPUB  Sony Reader (LRF)  PDF  MS Reader  This book has a format which can be downloaded to Kindle

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Excerpt


“You better be nice to Dollies now, coz they can be sooooo nasty otherwise.”
As had been said. The scene was surreal and bizarre. But it was also disturbing – very disturbing. The twins were tiny girls – very slight, very petite – but they were not children, in any sense of the word. But they were dressed and made up like 'little girls'. All in pink. Pink baby doll dresses that if anything were too short. Very fine, very sheer pink tights that only appeared pink the closer one looked. Otherwise they looked flesh coloured. This illusion most certainly down to the fact that the nylon that the tights were made out of was so fine, so sheer that the light had to hit the gangly legs of the twins in a certain way before the pink became apparent. But then there were pink ankle socks that were fitted and rolled back over the ankles to make them look more fluffy. The feet then arched into high heels that presented an overt sexuality to the twins. Their hair, both identical in high tight pig tails that sprouted from either side of their head and kind of dangled menacingly, depending on the angle of their heads, and the movement that was taking place. It was difficult to tell where the adolescent illusion started and ended and where the overt sexuality did the same. It was just the weirdest mash-up of them both. The twins 'appeared' so young, and in ways so naΓ―ve and innocent in those dresses and yet at the same time – the design of their look told a different story. And it was the design of the 'look' as opposed to just the design of the dresses. The dresses, the shoes, the pigtails, the pink tinged legs, all morphed together to form that look. But it was even more than that. There were the little freckles that had been dapped over the bridges of their noses with makeup pens – those freckles underlining and emphasising an innocence and yet at the same time, the heavy grown up eye makeup. Extended mascara'd lashes, outline, eye-shadow making those otherwise doe like eye 'pop'. And the lips, lined making them appear plumper, and then coloured in a deep, almost blood like red – all smooth and creamy – almost inviting. Lips that kind of invited a cock to be slipped between them, just to distort the perfection a little. But again this overt sexuality was at odds with the innocence that was being presented in the form of the twins. How could grown women be made to look like this?
“Ohhhhh ohhhhhh owwwwww ohhhhhhh owwwwwww.”
Jugsalina was smiling – but she was always smiling. But at the same time she was conveying that what was happening to her mammaries wasn't a pleasant sexual thing. It was written all over her face that she wished it had been the sexual pleasure that she was receiving. But, in this room, with the 'little girl twins' that would have been so wrong. It was difficult to work out, or to compute the minute differences required to make a scene so innocent and yet so overtly sexual at the same time. The scene simply generated a feeling of unease within anyone who witnessed it. Jugsalina wasn't dressed and made up like a little girl. How could someone, or some 'thing' of her build and stature be made to look like anything other than a big uddered cow? But that was what added to the feeling of unease. The illusion, the scene being presented, one of two little girls abusing an older woman with huge, huge unnatural mammaries. Jugsalina was on the floor – sitting up with her udders pooled over her tucked up knees. She was dressed, if dressed is the appropriate word, all in black – but it was a black that was simply in existence to emphasise wholly, her sexuality. Where the twins sexually was overt, and yet naΓ―ve and innocent at the same time – Jugs's was out and out sexual. Her makeup was thick, whorish – and the way she sat on the floor and thrust her pooled, floored tits out – it was like some pathetic, sexually addicted older woman was trying to get her way. She was made to look like she was leading, or trying to lead the twins astray. Oh she wished, she dearly wished that she was getting sexual joy out of what was happening – but deep, deep inside she knew, that little piece of her that was left knew that would be so wrong. In a way she was grateful then for the pain the dolls were creating in her nipples. Toy dollies – baby sized and baby shaped. To all intense and purposes they were 'babies'. Creepily realistic in look and feel. The only difference, the only discernible difference was that these babies – lets just call them babies, because they looked just like babies – were advanced. Very advanced. There were two dollies. Two 'babies' but each had it own full set of teeth. And more creepily than anything these dollies had the ability to 'grin' manically, like one of those dolls out of one of those shock horror video nasties from years gone by. They could grin and show those teeth. And those teeth, if they had been normal teeth, sized comparatively to the rest of the babies sizes wouldn't have been so bad. Yes if that had been the case one would have done a double take and thought it a bit bizarre that these dolly babies had teeth. But in the even the teeth were longer – and rather than a row of plastic shaped like teeth, looked like real individual teeth implanted into the gums of the dolls. There was even saliva being produced and visible with those leering smiles. Like the dolls of old that could produce pee – and that could drink from a bottle offered to its mouth – these life-like dolls could grin, and they could open their mouths to reveal realistic tongues. But the teeth dominated. Individual teeth, as though they had 'grown' out of shiny super realistic gums. But longer teeth and all of them, upper and lower coming to sharp, fangs.
“You be nice to our babies now Jugs, or Chest will hear all about it.”


Reviews

The mind fuck continues. Yummy - poor Dorothea - how could they be so cruel. Yummy Yummy Yummy !!! 5 out of 5 (underCOVER)

If you like the author's style you will enjoy this but I will warn you it is a long book. 5 out of 5

mmmm the best one, love what became Jugsalina 5 out of 5 (Maitrejean)

Got 1/3 through and had to give up. Hate wasting the money but just can't finish this long rambling psycological treaties. 1 out of 5 (Stark47)

Author Information

\\\"DrkFetyshNyghts writes her hard hitting stories almost as crime novels. The BDSM, the Fetish and the Bondage being the crimes along with the impunity with which the perpetrators operate. This, together with an autobiographical feel and forensic attention to detail, adds a distinctly jagged and disturbing edge to the narrative.\\\"

Hello there, as above, I am a 39 year old Lady writer and I have a \\\'thing\\\' for latex, nylons and heels... all wrapped up in dark brooding bdsm and extreme control (mostly lesbian though not exclusively so). Forced orgasms. Orgasm denial.. and debilitating mental cruelty. I enjoy exploring the dark side and within stories can revel in the no safe words morality. Please visit me at www.drky.co.uk

 

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