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Taken to the City of Sex (Cowboy & UseMe)

HotTexasCowboy

HotTexasCowboy

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So, I remember the night my life changed as being at the end of a fairly ordinary day.

I got home to my crappy little two and a half room apartment about seven. Madame Bitch, as I called her in my mind, the Salon manager, had me stay late to re-do the nails of a particularly demanding older woman. She kept berating me for getting the wrong color, when she picked it out, for pity sakes. And then she tipped me a lousy three bucks, which was even more insulting than no tip at all. It meant she didn’t ‘forget’ the tip, she just made it small to rub it in. Then I had to take the late bus, (there went my tip) so my ‘dinner’ was a couple of old pieces of reheated pizza. Yippee for my life of independence.

I remember sitting at a card table with some reruns of a crime show on my tv. Ronnie, girl, for this you dropped out of school? I thought I had it all figured out back then. Classes were boring and pointless, and what was I going to do with a Sociology degree anyway. I should be out in the real world, working, making the big bucks and finding a hot guy or something, so I quit. I figured: make-up, manicures, pedicures, I could do that and the ones I’d ever used charged a bundle. Except I didn’t realize there were kickbacks to the salon manager, and some of them treated you like shit. This is ridiculous, I was thinking, turning off the tube, putting on the radio, and sitting with a glass of cheap wine feeling sorry for myself. OK, this is it! I'm 24 years old with my whole fucking life ahead of me. I decided right then and there to turn it all around. I was going back to college, get a degree, and find a real career. With a renewed burst of energy, I redirected my life from that moment.

Except that didn’t happen, none of it. I just sat there feeling sorry for myself, but knowing I’d be back at the salon in the morning. So, sometimes things happen you never really planned on and had no control over…
 
The first sign that things were not right came in the form of the sound of an obnoxious motor far below the floor of your home. It was inconspicuous at first, but the problem was that you were on the ground floor of your apartment building. There weren't any neighbors below you to be running a motor at this time of night. It became more worrisome as the sound grew louder... or was it growing closer? After a few minutes of this, you began to feel the slightest bit of a rumble, which quickly grew to a full-blown earthquake. And as your apartment was thrown to and fro, through the chaos you saw something completely unbelievable. The hardwood floor of your living room opened up in a cross shape. Four quadrants of a circle ten feet in diameter lifted a few inches up and then separated, sliding outward in the four cardinal directions, pushing your table and other furniture aside easily. It created an opening that looked down into a vertical shaft, the walls of which were, impossibly, sleek, gray metal.

And then the source of the rumbling revealed itself. Deep below, something rose up through this shaft. Right in the middle of your living room, a metal elevator emerged from the hole, a smooth, futuristic cylinder with two doors on the front as the only feature. It slowed to a stop, level with your floor and the doors slid open with a puff of steam. And then... the very last thing you possibly could have imagined emerged from the elevator. Through the steam, the image of three young girls... each of them, naked as the day they were born. As your eyes fell on them, the first thing that would hit you is just how gorgeous they were. There was only one word for it, even for a girl without a lesbian hair on her head, and that was 'perfect'. They almost didn't look real, because their skin was flawless and smooth, even without the natural tiny hairs that normally adorn someone. They were painfully confident in their nudity too, so they made no effort to cover their luscious DD-breasts which almost seemed to defy gravity, or their tight and appealing pussies. In lieu of pubic hair, each of them had identical heart tattoos on the soft flesh just above their genitals, with little strands of ribbon branching on either side like little wings completing the insignias. The left girl was short with straight blonde hair, the right girl was tall with shoulder length brown hair, and the center girl was a redhead, whose hair flowed in wavy strands down to the small of her back. It was the redhead who stepped forward and looked you square in the eyes and spoke in a cheerful voice that completely undercut the absurdity of this situation:

"Hi Ronnie! We're here to collect you!"
 
In the annals of brilliant reparte, I think my response of, “Co… collec… Wha?” ranks among the best of the Algonquin Round Table. With the near-explosion of my living room, I’d managed to leap to my feet carefully gripping only my wine glass. As my floor opened up and I was confronted by the naked Vegas showgirl trio and their elevator, my brain I think, grasped desperately to find some possible rationality to explain the otherwise fantastical I was confronting. I glanced at my glass of wine; it was two-thirds empty, which is usually enough to aid with sound sleep, but not a pornographic Hermonious Bosch scene. For support, I quickly gulped down what was left and hurled it weakly (and ineffectively) at the elevator car.

Did one of my fellow bus passengers indulge in something I might have incidentally inhaled? My college years were varied enough I think I would have recognized the scent of anything powerful enough to induce this. Was I ill? Desperately I blurted out, “My name is Veronica Peterson I live at 1605 Walhaven Court I’m 24 years old!” and then I contorted my face into a Joker-worthy smile. I’d read on the internet that these were tests to see if someone was having a stroke, but either the internet was wrong (impossible!) or I was still mentally healthy. Next it occurred to me that there’d been an earthquake, which could rupture gas lines, leading to suffocation and death or ignition, explosions, fire, and death. On the whole, this confrontation with Lewis Carroll’s schizophrenia seemed the better outcome. Besides, my apartment complex was billed as all-electric.

Finally I recalled stories of Sorority hazing at college, where Freshman pledges were forced to commit embarrassing challenges. The worst I’d heard of was when the Chi O’s were made to do a midnight skinny dip in the traffic fountain in front of their house. However, given that the college was about nine miles away, and three minutes of galloping in the raw to and from a fountain in the middle of the night, hardly compared with tunneling under my floor, setting off a bomb, and dancing with their elevator car looking like Donald Trump’s Russian fantasy.

Finally I grasped desperately for the obvious. “Get out of here, or I’m calling the cops!” I threatened them. Pathetically, of course, since my phone had been on the card table, which was now crumpled wreckage on the other side of the elevator car. Besides which, I tried to imagine that call. “Hello, Police, I’m being threatened by three naked women with an elevator in the middle of my one-floor apartment. Send help!” And the reply, “Sure thing, Miss. SWAT is being scrambled as we speak. Don’t be alarmed if they arrive disguised as Psych Ward doctors.”

The police threat didn’t seem to be bothering them, so I held out my hands and tried my final, desperate tactic. “Just who the hell is going to pay for all this!”
 
All the threats roll off the girls like water off a duck. Whether this was due to confidence was yet to be seen. There was the subtle hint that they may not have fully understood all of them. You can hardly convince a charging bull to stop by pointing a gun at it and threatening to shoot. Regardless, the blonde now stepped forward to stand side by side with the redhead and spoke in an even more cheerful voice,
"Oh, Tessa! Look how adorable she is! Think she still has pubic hair? I haven't eaten a girl out with pubic hair in months! Do we have time?"
The redhead, apparently named Tessa, responded. "Emily! You're such a pervert! We came here to do our jobs!"

Emily looked dejected, although admittedly still a bit playful. The bubbly girl couldn't keep a straight face if she wanted to, and gave Tessa the big puppy dog eyes. Tessa, apparently the leader among them, rolled her eyes and laughed as she gave in.
"You can eat her out in the elevator." Then, turning to you again, "Why don't you go ahead and take off all your clothes so we can get a good look at you? Pubic hair or not, I'm sure your pussy is as adorable as you are!"

All three of them leaned forward expectantly. Tessa just gave Emily permission to perform oral sex on you on your behalf, and now she presumed that you would strip for them. She didn't even ask you to get naked; it was more like a rhetorical question, as if there wasn't any decision to be made. And now the look all three girls were giving you was more than a little presumptuous.
 
I was beginning to wonder about the, I dunno, quality of the intelligence of the women I was confronting. I mean, yeah, the elevator to the center of the earth was pretty impressive technology or something, but the way they reacted to my threats just seemed like Playboy bunnies were being asked about astrophysics. They just looked at me kind of, well, not predatory is quite the word, but I’ve seen frat boys at raves that looked at girls in bikinis with less hunger. They way they were talking, I was feeling rather threatened. They were almost undressing me with their eyes; in fact, undressing me became a blatant topic of discussion when the redhead told me to strip; while the other one, Emily I think they called her, was proclaiming her intention to do oral on me like it was in invitation to a tea party.

“Uh, look girls,” I tried. “I think there’s been some sort of misunderstanding here. You must have the wrong house or something. I’m not a girl who wants to be eaten… out, whatever. No offense, but I’m not interested, I mean, in girls. I prefer boys.” Not that I’d ever had much satisfaction from boys, for that matter, and neither of my two boyfriends had ever hinted at giving me oral. They just wanted me to suck their things, whether I liked it or not. “I, I’m certainly not going to strip for you, now or ever,” I insisted. “So you can just get back in your, uh, your magic elevator and zip back to wherever you came from.” One against three, I was thinking, wondering if it would come down to a confrontation, and how I’d do if it did.
 
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The trio just giggled to themselves.
"Awwwww.... She's nervous!"
"How cute!"
"You don't have a thing to worry about. I can tell you're gorgeous under all those clothes!"
"As if it could be a mistake... Just look at you!"

It doesn't seem that they are giving this 'miscommunication' suggestion any weight beyond being an excuse to keep your clothes on. And even if it was, it was not an excuse any of them were willing to accept. Tessa took the charge on this, nodding to the tall brunette.
"Amanda, you help her out. I'll grab the thing."
Amanda stepped toward you in her nearly 6 foot, dominating stature. She had the same body type as the others, which was mostly soft, well endowed, curvy, and thin. She was not muscular by any stretch of the imagination, but she was intimidating beyond her height. She had confidence as she reached out in an attempt to seize you by the wrist and tug you forward.

Meanwhile, behind Amanda and Emily, who was hopping up and down excitedly, Tessa backed away to the elevator. Now that the steam had cleared, you could see inside. The interior was nearly as featureless as the outside. There was a column in the center of the large, circular chamber, and as Tessa approached it, the outer layer of it rose up silently and quickly to reveal that the column was covered in little indentations, each of which was custom shaped to house a small tool. There had to be two dozen different objects, each in their own little compartment, as well as one enormous one that seemed to house a large, flat rectangle with rounded corners about the same size as a twin mattress. You were not able to decipher the function of a single one of them, as they were all tools you had never seen before, even in your imagination. Tessa knew exactly where the tool she wanted was, and pulled it out. It looked like a gun with a bulbous barrel and a light bulb where the aperture of the barrel should be. She turned and started walking back toward you, her huge, uncovered breasts bouncing with each step.
 
For a moment I got the impression they were talking about me like a puppy they wanted to adopt or something. Adopt and strip naked and God knows what, I thought, hoping I could still get out of this some way. From what they were calling each other, I was beginning to sort them out by name. Tessa, the redhead, seemed more or less in charge. Emily, the blonde, well, she was the one who was looking at me like a very sexually hungry lesbian. I suppose there’s some who would have found that exciting, but I was just scared at the moment. Then Tessa told the brunette, Amanda, to help out Emily, while Tessa went back into the elevator thingy.

I tried to raise a hand and finger toward Amanda stepping toward me with Emily sort of beside her to like they were trying to box me in. “Now look,” I started to say, no doubt something determined and threatening, except that that just gave Amanda the opening to grab my wrist and hold me pretty firmly. I tried to wrestle free, but she wasn’t having it. Something about her was rather impressive; I mean, she wasn’t like a she-hulk or amazon or anything, but she was a good eight inches taller than me, and just held me with a self-confident expression that was hard to resist. Her height advantage had me looking forward almost more at her breasts than her face, and I admit, woman to woman, they were pretty impressive. Something I would have wished for, I suppose, but I’d been cursed with a smaller body type.

Anyway, I forced myself to tear my eyes away from her body, but that didn’t help any, because now I was looking into the elevator, where Tessa had adjusted something and seemed to be picking from a central cylinder full of things I couldn’t guess. Except for the one she pulled free, turning to me. I still wasn’t sure what it was, but when a thing has a handgrip and something like a weird barrel and is pointed toward me as she came back out… I’ve seen enough sci-fi shows to know that I was on the wrong end of whatever it was.

I stopped struggling against Amanda. “Uh, look, maybe we can talk about this, okay? Let’s calm down and figure out what it is you’re after, and how I can help you.” Wait a minute, I thought. I already know what they’re after! Me! But if the alternative was getting zapped or phasered or melted or whatever that thing was… I was now just thinking of surviving this.
 
Amanda pulled on your arm with a little more force. For someone who looked like a porn actress, she was strong! Could that be the main reason she was brought along? Emily helped too, but she mostly just guided you with her hand on the small of your back, rather than forcefully pushed you forward. Still, with two of them, they had twice the power over you. They were pulling you toward the elevator doors, where Tessa was waiting. As soon as you were through, the door automatically slid shut behind you without a sound, and without any of the girls doing anything to make them shut.

As soon as you were inside with the doors closed, Amanda let go of you. She didn't care about restraining you or holding you steady one bit. And it was clear why she was so cavalier about letting you go soon, because there was not a single button or lever or control of any kind to open the doors again, at least none that was outwardly visible. It wasn't clear how they had even opened them in the first place. It was incredibly subtle, but you could just barely make out the sensation of the elevator descending.

Tessa pointed the gun at you and pulled the trigger. The red light bulb glowed and a field of red energy emanated from it. The girls were on all sides of you; nowhere to run. She brought it close to you and passed it over your shoulder. As the energy field enveloped your body, your shirt vanished everywhere it touched. The fabric simply ceased to exist while your skin was left behind. Tessa began to systematically run it over your body, erasing your clothes. Any time you might resist or edge away, Emily or Amanda would hold you still. Holding out your arms to block the energy wouldn't work either, as the field passed through your skin and bones just as easily as your shirt, although the tech only seemed to care about erasing your clothing. Emily had an enormous smile on her face, which only grew as more of your skin was revealed. She let out a curious, "Ooooohhh" when your crotch was finally visible and she could gawk at the pubic hair she had spoke of earlier. Amanda gripped your thigh and raised each leg so Tessa could erase your pants, and then Tessa knelt down to erase your socks, and finally you were as naked as the three insane girls who had invaded your home and kidnapped you.
 
Amanda gave me a stronger tug toward the elevator/chamber/whatever it was. I didn’t really resist much, as long as that device was pointed toward me. I remember having the weird thought, “If they vaporize me, will it hurt?” Funny the things that go through your head when you figure death could be seconds away. Well, obviously, it wasn’t. I realized I was inside the chamber now, and the doors closed behind me, sealing off my view of what was left of my apartment probably forever. They let go of me, and I risked a quick glance around looking for controls or buttons or something - anything I could do to try and escape. No luck. And then that weapon was moving closer to me, the three girls surrounding me so there was clearly no escape. The bulb thingy on the end started to glow, it was red I saw, but that’s when I closed my eyes, not wanting to see the death ray coming for me.

Only it didn’t. I felt a warm glow on my shoulder, followed by a cool sensation. It was the sensation of not being covered by cloth there, just bare skin exposed. I opened my eyes now, watching in amazement as Tessa moved that red glowing field from the ‘gun’ over my upper body, dissolving my clothes without doing any harm to my flesh. I’m not sure, but I think I said something like, “Are you kidding me? Stripped by a ray gun?” They wanted me naked and this was how they were doing it. I think I held my hands up at one point to try and block it, but ineffective - the red glow just moved through them, affecting nothing except when it came in contact with clothing, which vanished, of course.

It seemed like a pretty high tech way to get a girl naked, but, on the other hand, there were no abrasions, no scratches, no bruises, no tearing. That didn’t make me feel any better when I heard a cooing from Emily as my underwear disappeared. Shit, it looks like she was going to have her fun with me after all. Maybe if I just let her, we could get this over with and they’d let me go. I think even then I knew I was fooling myself.

“So now what?” I said, trying to sound more confident than I felt.
 
Tessa began to answer, "Now we take you to the Initiation Departm-"
But Emily cut her off, "Don't be silly! What happens now is I wrap my lips around those lips and see what happens!"
The others gave her a hearty laugh, as if to say, 'Oh, that Emily...' but they didn't correct her or continue with what Tessa was saying. They actually approved of what Emily said! Tessa returned to the central column and slipped the strip gun back into its slot, then turned to the large flat rectangle and pulled it out. The thing hung in the air magically as Tessa turned it 90 degrees and pushed it over to where you still were. It was a hovering platform and they were bringing it your way.

Before she got to you, however, Emily pounced on her prey. She grabbed you by the hips and knelt before you. Without wasting any more time, she pressed her mouth up to your pussy and began to lick, only stopping for a moment to giggle and say, "Oh! It's scratchy!" And with that girly declaration, she was back in it, head down and committed to her work. In your inexperience, you would have no way of knowing, but Emily's lips and tongue were masterful. She moved like she had done this a hundred thousand times before. She knew just how to circle her tongue around your clit and stroke that perfect spot just inside your outer folds, and give your clit a kiss with just the right amount of suction.

When Tessa approached with the platform, the three of them firmly guided you on top of it, with Emily not breaking contact for a second (which actually impaired the progress a bit). Tessa and Amanda couldn't wipe their grins off their faces watching Emily work... and they were starting to blush watching the show. But first, straps appeared from the same material of the platform in the four corners and they set to work fitting your wrists and ankles through them. The straps tightened automatically, restraining you. The platform was surprisingly soft, but it almost looked like it was made from the same material as the walls and floors, only softer somehow. And then Tessa reached down and took a handful of your petite chest, getting in on the fun.
 
I’m not sure what Tessa was starting to say, because Emily took over, and that was the end of everything except her sinking to her knees in front of me and leaning into my pussy. I seemed to have an instinctual reaction to what she was doing that was not that different than either of my boyfriends’. Namely, “You want me to put my mouth down there!?” Like the CDC had labeled the pudenda the source of ebola or something. (Although, oddly enough, there was no such reaction to the thought of me taking my mouth to their down there.) So I was startled, shocked, and a little disgusted. Temporarily disgusted, at least, because, I had to face it, what Emily was doing with her tongue and lips didn’t feel that bad. Okay, the opposite of that bad. She seemed to know just how to lick my labia to make it puffy and moist, and worry my clit to expand, and then tease it to want more. All this happened as Tessa brought some magic floating mattress behind me and the girls (two of them anyway) maneuvered me onto it.

I’m not sure when the straps appeared, as my eyes were firmly closed to try and deny what was being done to me. But somehow my wrists and ankles were restrained and I was fully helpless. The realization hit me with a bolt of real fear, but also a strange kind of acceptance, because I realized that, at least they weren’t going to make me do something back to them. It was all about being done to me. I remembered how my Dad and his beer buddies gathered around the barbecue would joke, “If rape is inevitable, just relax and enjoy it.” And how my Mom and her friends, sipping wine at the picnic table would grimace and mutter, “Disgusting pigs!” in reaction. And you wonder why I’m so conflicted in my attitudes about sex.

It was rape, and I kept telling myself not to enjoy it. Then one of the others reached to my breast, massaging it quite nicely. Not that my ex-boyfriends weren’t interested in my tits, grabbing them at every opportunity and squeezing the life out of them. It didn’t help any that Doug, my college bf, kept saying, “My roommate has bigger boobs than these,” which didn’t boost my self-esteem any. This girl’s touch was a pleasing massage, fingers skillfully addressing my nipple to make it perk and ache. I had to admit, the combined treatment was affecting me in the best (to say worst) way. I pictured the girls making me orgasm and knowing it, which would be the worst humiliation imaginable. And yet, the thought of being so humiliated was, in its own way, an added spur to my arousal. My body was squirming around as much as the restraints allowed on the mattress, and I couldn't seem to get any control of it. I clenched my fists and shut my eyes tight, silently repeating like a mantra, “Don’t cum; don’t cum; don’t cum, don’t cum don’t cum don’t cum…

Don’t…..

CUUUUM…..
 
Like a lifeline thrown to a drowning swimmer, Tessa releases your breast before you are pushed too far. Even Emily has to stop at least momentarily to speak when Tessa addresses her.
"How is she, Em?"
"Yummy, yummy! But she hasn't cum yet, can you believe it?! Uninitiated girls are so weird!"
Amanda joined in the conversation, echoing Doug's complaints. "I know! Her boobs are so small, too. I can't wait for Katy to fix her."
Emily had one last thing to add before diving back in. "Enjoy it while you can... So exotic..."
To emphasize her point, Emily gave your strip of pubic hair a kiss.
"What about you, Ronnie? You enjoying Emily's magic tongue?"

There was something else happening that was quite unusual. It was hard to notice at first, but as Emily got more and more into her licking and sucking, you noticed a dim light beneath the edge of the platform. The other two girls were clearly becoming aroused, and they allowed you to see that the pink heart tattoos just above each of their womanhoods was glowing. It was not terribly bright, but as Tessa reached down and gave her clit a tease, her heart's brightness spiked. Soon, the others had to join in on the fun, and Tessa retrieved a long, thin vibrator from its slot in the center column. As Emily continued to pleasure your folds, Tessa set to work using the vibrator on your clit. Meanwhile, Amanda began to tenderly kiss your neck, rubbing her clit at the same time.
 
The stimulation stopped, or at least paused for a minute. There was some conversation around me among the others. I was just concentrating on recovering my breath. Then I heard my name and turned my head toward the voice that addressed me. It was the redhead in charge, Tessa. I spent a second to get control of myself, then almost whispered, “Please… Release me.”

In retrospect, they may have thought I meant something else, because my bonds remained, and Emily kissed my pubic hair and then resumed her tongue work at my pussy. I was vaguely aware of a glow seeming to come from the pelvises of the two girls whose middles were at about mattress level. Maybe edging had an undisclosed affect on your color perception, I thought, or glowing pussy art was just a typical aspect of lesbian orgies. How would I know? I was back to concentrating to try and keep from embarrassing myself by cumming under the control of bondage lesbians. Don’t cum, don’t cum, don’t cum…

And then Tessa hit me with the vibrator. I’d tried a friend’s little friend once at a sleepover in high school, and it was so overpowering I was scared to trust one again. Somebody’s soft lips were nuzzling my neck, and I think my eyes were rolling back under my eyelids. Doooon’t… oh God oh God oh God ohhhhh! Well that did it. My body arched off the mattress, tensed to the edge just before I fell off the precipice and moaned out my surrender. And the thing is, I didn’t know if they were going to stop there.
 
The sight of your climax affected the girls greatly. They were full of girly giggles, watching you convulse involuntarily, especially Emily. And their hearts were starting to glow brighter. The more you saw of it, the more it started to become clear that the pink light shown by the strange tattoos corresponded to sexual arousal. Using her other hand, Tessa was now rubbing Emily's pussy, the two of them enjoying your body, and each others... but mostly yours. Emily's heart was the brightest of the three of them, since she was the one getting teased.

"She took so long to cum..." mused Emily curiously.
"Just another thing to be fixed, don't worry." responded Amanda.
"Speaking of which..."

Tessa stood back up and walked back to the center column, leaving Emily looking rejected on the floor. A tremble passed through her body, her hips bucking gently, as if she was close to cumming when she was abandoned, despite the short amount of time and how gently she was being pleasured. Tessa returned the vibrator to its home, and pulled a new tool. This one was crescent shaped and attached to the center column by a long, twirling cable. She came back to you and fitted the crescent over your crotch. It made a mechanical stamping sound and then she pulled it free and let go, allowing the cable to pull it back to its indentation. It had removed your pubic hair. But it had not just shaved you. The area was perfectly smooth, with perfect being as literal as possible. All the nooks and crannies, all the way from your lower stomach to the bottom of your ass, completely void of even the smallest natural hairs.

"Much better." said Amanda
"It's permanent too. No need to worry about it growing back."
Emily spoke longingly, "It was fun while it lasted... But it's more fun this way!"
 
For a long time after that climax, I was breathing deeply, trying to recover and get my senses back to normal. The girls weren’t helping with that, still playing their hands over my body, but I grit my teeth and vowed not to let them control me anymore. “You’ve had your fun,” I almost snarled at them, “Can’t you let me go now? Please?” I added plaintively. It seemed like neither threats nor abject pleading had any affect on them. It was becoming more obvious to me now that their pelvic art or tattoos or whatever they were really were glowing, and apparently in response to their individual levels of arousal. Emily’s in particular, was very bright as Tessa was rubbing her pussy.

But Tessa deserted her for a time and went back to the center shelves, returning with something that, for all I knew, could have been an oddly shaped sander or something. It was curved and she fitted it at my crotch, from my navel down to between my forcefully-spread thighs. “What is this?” I protested, but there was no explanation. Instead, there was a sudden ‘clunk’ sound and I felt an instant of warmth from the device against my flesh. It was heat, but not burning or anything painful, and so short it was gone in an instant, and Tessa was removing it from me. I had to strain my neck from my bondage to try and see what had happened, and it appeared I’d been shaved. “You bitches!” I reacted angrily. “That’s going to itch like a sunovabitch in a day or so!” But Amanda assured me it was permanent and wouldn’t be growing back. I’d never heard of a depilatory that was permanent, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t possible. Emily was close enough to me still that I could feel her breath on my skin when she spoke, and it was different without it teasing my pubic hairs, the warmth against my baby-smooth skin.

“Alright, dammit! If you’re done defacing me, now can you let me go?” I said, my anger unabated. “What the hell is this all about, anyway? And just who are you people?”
 
"Oh, Ronnie, you're never going back..."
"Yeah, Ronnie, we're taking you to your new home!"

Right on cue, the elevator passed a threshold and the entire front semi-circle of the elevator shaft opened into clear glass. The still-descending elevator now looked out over a massive domed room, easily bigger than two football stadiums. You were hundreds of feet in the air, looking down on the sprawling gridwork of an underground city. Everything from the streets to the buildings were as sleek and modern as the elevator, and everything was made of the same light grey metal-like material. The only greenery were trees and shrubs that line every few street corners, as well as one entire block that appears to be a park. They pushed your platform to the wall so you could look down. You were too high to see the fine details, but it was clear that there were dozens of girls walking in the streets below, every single one of them completely nude and just as confident being naked as Tessa, Emily, and Amanda. There were girls jogging, talking, going for walks, going from store to store, but there was an alarming number of girls caught up in orgies right in the streets for anyone to see. The dots of sexual commotion were scattered throughout the city's sprawling streets. Most of them had as many of eight or nine girls caught up in them.

Most buildings were either one or two stories tall, and there were exactly two towers in the city reaching three stories. About four stories above the center of the city, there was a small platform suspended in the air from thick cables extending from the top of the dome. The platform had a circle of machines, each as strange as the devices already used on you, and one more naked girl, this one with short blonde hair. She looked like she was waiting...

"Here we are!" chimed in Emily happily.
"Before you can enter the city, you need to visit Initiation."
"Don't worry. Katy will take good care of you!"
The elevator slowed to a stop at the same level as the suspended platform, aligning with a walkway heading out to it. The girls carted the floating slab you were strapped to along the pathway toward the new face.
 
“Never going back,” and “Your new home,” sounded ominous, but my abductors were still sounding as giddy as if I’d been invited to a slumber party. “Look, you’re never going to get away with…” I started, but that was when the metal doors of the elevator changed to glass or clear plastic or something, and I was suddenly overlooking a vista I couldn’t understand. It was like some underground city, or at least a town. I could make out a receding roof overhead as we continued to sink, like some giant domed sports arena, only a lot bigger. And below us, streets and buildings laid out in a regular pattern, the buildings modern looking and new. “W… Where are we?” I asked in wonder, but got no specific answer. Someone mentioned ‘the city’ but that didn’t clarify a damn thing.

As we got a little lower, I could make out people moving along the streets, and soon I realized I wasn’t seeing any clothing. No colors, no swirling shapes, just naked flesh and long hair on their heads. It dawned on me that they all seemed to be women; even when I saw groups of various sizes gathered into what looked from this height like lascivious behavior, I couldn’t see any bodies that looked male. All babes, no hunks. “What the hell is this place?” I demanded a bit more forcefully, but still got no answer.

Our movement downward was slowing as we approached the level of a high platform suspended from the roof by cables. An observation position, I wondered? Then the girls referred to something called “Initiation” before I could enter the city. “What if I don’t want to enter the city?” I protested one more time, but the elevator doors were opening. The three girls each took hold of the edge of my floating mattress and guided, more than carried it onto a connecting gangplank toward the high platform. “Katy” (they called her) was waiting for us amid a gathering of sophisticated machines, with one of those ‘Just relax and be comfortable’ smiles you’d get from a surgical nurse or school counselor just before you get an injection, if either of those were as nude as my captors and just as perfectly curvy. I’ve got to be on drugs, I tried to tell myself one more time, shivering a bit despite the perfectly pleasant temperature.
 
Katy also had the same heart symbol on her crotch, but still no explanation for how it got on her skin or what its purpose was. She was a bit nicer than the others, or at least more considerate. There was something about her demeanor that told you she was attentive in a way the other three girls were not. Even Tessa, who was the most clear-headed of the collection girls seemed to be in a perpetual fog of excitement and arousal compared to Katy. She was calm and collected, even if she still wore a warm smile on her face despite your very obvious signs of not being there willingly. The other girls happily ignored your pleas and questions, but Katy may actually listen...

"Hello, Ronnie. I hope you're excited to get down there in the city, but first I've just got to take care of a couple things."
She slid her hands over your body, confident in her violation of your privacy. Her hands were curious and her movements were testing. She was not touching you simply to arouse herself and you, but to explore your body. She took your breasts in her hands and gave them a few squeezes, testing their size, shape, and softness. Her other hand explored between your legs, feeling your labia, separating them and letting them return to their resting position.
"My job is to help you through initiation. Right away, I can see you are in need of some sensitivity heightening. And, of course, I'll be giving you your very own heart too. Let's find out how sensitive you are to begin with!"

Katy retrieved a bundle of wires. She started to attach a series of electrodes to your body, humming happily as she worked. The pads attached to the sides of your breasts, your hips, the spot above your pussy where the heart appeared on the other girls... Katy seemed to be exclusively interested in your sexual response if the placement of the electrodes was any indication. And when she had placed them all, one remained, which was a vibrator on the end of the wire, rather than another electrode pad. She activated it and set to work, teasing your nipple while she held your left breast in her hand and watching a nearby screen as the electrodes took reading of your reaction to the stimulation.
 
Well, look, I’d had medical exams before, although never one where I was bound wrists and ankles akimbo on the doctor’s table, and in some ways Katy’s movements started kinda as a doctor’s poking and prodding. Of course, in my experience any doctor poking and prodding at what she was poking and prodding at would be looking at malpractice in spades. Admittedly, it wasn’t the kind of blatant sexual assault the three elevator girls had given me on the trip down, but she wasn’t checking my appendix or other vitals. Her exam consisted almost exclusively on my boobs and pussy. I’d had worse, I guess, from a gyno exam, but this was still all of a part of the kind of treatment I’d gotten up to now on this crazy psychodelic ride.

She said this had to be done before I could be free to go explore the city. The weird thing at this point was that I sorta was excited about that. I mean, here I’d been kidnapped onto an elevator into the center of the earth, or anyway way deep underground, and there was this city down here with buildings and people and streets and parks and… Well, maybe if I got through this invasive sex stuff, I could finally find out just what the fuck was going on here.

Katy talked about ‘sensitivity’ a lot, and something about a ‘heart.’ I didn’t want any transplant, but then it occurred to me that all four of them had the same tattoo or art of a heart on their bare pelvis, and now my area had been shaved clean so, well, maybe I was in for a tattoo myself. Great, I thought with a frown, a glowing sex-o meter like the others. Just what I always wanted. “I’m plenty sensitive enough as I am,” I tried to protest, but I wasn’t in control here, obviously. But then it got really weird. I’d never had an EKG but I’d seen it on tv medical dramas, and this started to look like that as Katy started attaching wires and sticky pads to my skin. The only thing was, they weren’t in places to listen to my heart. Instead they were on my breasts, my hips, my pelvis above my pussy. This did not bode well, I thought, and then she had a vibrator attached to a wire to some monitor screen. I couldn’t really see the the screen she was looking at, but it wasn’t beeping like a heartbeat, that’s for sure. The vibrator went to work on one of my breasts, and I wriggled around to try and avoid it, but the straps on the bed corners prevented me from escaping. Like before, I knew I’d react strongly to a vibrator, but at least it was on my nipple instead of my pussy. Even so, Katy studied the monitor with what looked like a slight frown of dissatisfaction.

“How - how much longer is - is this going to take?” I tried to protest.
 
Katy giggled a bit to herself.
"You sure are eager to get down there, aren't you? Well, don't worry. It won't take too long. Although, that is going to depend on how many alterations The Machine determines for you."
She spoke this last bit with perfect nonchalance, despite how ominous it was. She may have been speaking about all the small devices and machines she had around her open laboratory in the sky, but the way she said "The Machine" was more like a proper noun. Soon she apparently had all the info she needed, and pulled the vibrator away from your breast. Echoing your internal worries moment ago, she lowered the vibrator to your pussy, pressing it between your lower lips and letting it buzz powerfully against you.

While Katy worked, Tessa, Emily, and Amanda stood to the side and watched closely. As their cheeks began to blush, their hearts started to glow once again, seeing the vibrator working on you. It wasn't long before their arousal was almost palpable in the air and their fingers were delicately teasing each other and the odd moan escaped their lips. Katy, on the other hand, was totally professional. Her own heart was dimly flickering and her hands were stable as they masterfully pleasured you. Finally, she had finished completely and after examining the results on the screen, she gave you the bad news.

"I'm sorry to say you are wrong about being sensitive enough. The Machine has instructed me to improve the sensitivity of your pussy, boobs, and ass by about...."
She leaned back and looked at the monitor again. She cocked her head and let out a surprised "Oh!"

"1250% each! That'll make you far more sensitive than any other girl in the city! The Machine must have big plans for you! On top of that, I'll be taking care of some rudimentary alterations too. Enlarging your boobs, inducing lactation... And activating your heart, of course!"
 
The vibrator at my breast was mildly pleasant enough, but talk of ‘alterations’ and ‘The Machine’ put a chill into any arousal I was feeling. “Wait a minute!” I started, looking around wildly at all the machinery, blinking lights and cords and stuff I couldn’t hardly fathom. Katy smiled reassuringly but kept on with her ‘exam,’ which soon moved the vibrator down to my pussy. The vibes hit me like an electric shock of pleasure, even as I was still obsessing over the threat of what The Machine might ‘decide’ it needed to do to me. I bit my lower lip to try to control my reaction as best I could to the quivering buzz at my labia, feeling angry at how they were manipulating my body against my will and without my control.

Somehow I escaped having another embarrassing climax before Katy took the offending wand away from my pudenda. I panted deeply in relief, noticing now how much the kidnap triplets were enjoying the sight of me being sexually tormented by Nurse Katy. She was now studying readouts from her display, before pronouncing a verdict I didn’t want to hear.

“12 - 1250 percent?!” I shouted out in stunned surprise at her prescription. First of all, part of me wondered if the crazy machines surrounding me could really do that. And if so, well, jeez, I’d have multiple orgasms from a light breeze! Was that the ‘big plans’ The Machine had for me? Why would they do this to me, assuming they could. The next sentence was even more frightening. ‘Rudimentary alterations?’ Bigger boobs, lactation, who knows what else. They were going to carve me up like a Frankenstein’s monster whore, I was thinking, and who knew how long it would take me to heal from it all.

“Please!” I begged, all bravado gone and only fear left to drive me. “Please, don’t do this to me. Whatever I need to do to avoid this, whatever you want, but please, no cutting me up and making me into some kind of monster!”
 
As you yell in protest, the sounds of your pleas echo off the ceiling of the dome and bounce back at you. Surely more than a few people four stories below you would have heard that. Before Katy had a chance to respond, Emily pipes up excitedly.

"Oooh! Ronnie! That's amazing! You're gonna be melting from all the orgasms you're gonna have!"
To punctuate her point, the blonde jump forward and gave your breasts another squeeze, an act that only made the other girls laugh. Katy finally got a word in edge-wise.
"This procedure is completely mandatory, but don't worry about it, Ronnie. I'll take good care of you."

As Katy reassured you, she was preoccupied making preparations. With a few flips of some switches, three canisters began to fill with thick, white fluids of slightly varying shades. Following the tubes backward from the canisters, you would be able to see them wound around the cables that held this platform in the air, apparently running all the way back to the outer wall of the dome. She picked up a device and moved toward you, having to physically pry Emily off your bust. The device looked like two metal cups protruding from a metal box, and the whole thing was on the end of a long tube. Katy fitted the cups over your breasts and when it activated, the cups compressed to snugly hug your boobs.

"We'll start nice and easy, okay?"
The process began with one of the canisters emptying its contents through the tube. The cups filled with the stuff and slowly they began to fondle you. Beginning at the base, they constricted in a ring that ran to your nipple, over and over. During this, suction was applies to your nipples. The cups were methodically rubbing the alteration fluid into your soft flesh while the fondling encouraged them to grow. On top of this, the whole device would occasionally pull back, as if it was stretching your breasts into their larger size. What you felt was a truly bizarre feeling. Your flesh began to tingle and a heat began to grow inside them. If you focused on it, you would be able to actually feel your breasts getting larger, but the sensation was a bit overpowered by the feeling of them filling with milk. Throughout the process, the fondling had a stronger and stronger effect on your arousal as they progressively became more and more sensitive. The eyes of all the girls around you grew wide as they watched the process.

"I've seen it so many times before, but it never gets old!"
"She's so much better this way!"
"You're so beautiful, Ronnie! Congratulations!"

Finally, Katy pulled the device from your flesh, and your boobs bounced free, now enormous DD cups that matched the others'. Nearly all of the alteration fluid had been absorbed, but there was a splattering of it left, as well as a trickle of your white milk slowly leaking and running down the curve of your boobs. Instantly, Emily, Amanda, and Tessa were on you, licking the remains of the fluid away, as well as your milk. You would immediately feel how sensitive your boobs were, just as promised. The added pressure of the girls on you caused even more milk to escape, which they happily licked up.

"Haha, you'll have to forgive them. That fluid is mostly made of semen, and those girls are a little addicted to the stuff. We all are. So, how do you like your new boobs, Ronnie?!"
 
As usual, my protests were ignored, and instead Emily acted like an impulsive, even childish sort of slut and fastened herself onto my boobs. Whatever else I was trying to avoid exploded in a growl of exasperation. I jerked my head toward the elevator girls. “Do they-- does she have to be here?” I cursed. Being constantly pawed at by the Three Bimbos was getting a little tiring.

My attention was quickly diverted, however, to strange happenings in The Machine. I heard something that sounded like the gloop gloop of bubbling hot mud I’d seen once in a Yellowstone Park documentary, as thick, gooey white stuff gurgled into three canisters that were connected through flexible hoses to a box with a couple of suction cups attached. The whole arrangement was starting to remind me of the art direction of a Terry Gilliam movie, all complex hoses and goop. My fascination soon turned to dread, however, as I saw the cups settling over my breasts, and then, with a slight air hiss sound, compressing and molding to the shape of my boobs.

But then the real weirdness began. The goop ran from the canisters into the cups and the cups started, well, massaging me - my boobs, from the base to the nipples, up and down, slowly rubbing the goo over my flesh. My initial fear eased off a bit, as the sensation wasn’t painful; in fact, once I got used to it, it was really rather pleasant, somewhere between relaxing and arousing. Part of the massage including occasional stretching of my boobies, and with each stretch, they felt heavier, thicker, bigger. I had never considered getting boob surgery - well, okay, part of growing up is looking at your breasts in the mirror and thinking how boys would be a lot more attracted to you if they were bigger, like the popular bitches. But you grew out of that, or you should, and accept your body for what it is, or else spend nine hours a day in a fitness center. Anyway, here I was getting the big boobs without some guy using a scalpel on me. And the bigger they got, well, the nicer they felt. I admit, I was starting to get turned on by the Machine Tit Massage as time went on.

I sort of got lost in the sensation of it all, when it stopped rather unexpectedly, and Katy lifted the device from my chest. God, how my breasts felt so full and heavy! My nipples were peaking, and I even felt a trickle of moisture leaking from them. I’d never been pregnant, of course, but this must be what breast milk felt like. Like coke addicts reacting to a spilled spoonful on the carpet, the Elevator Girls leaped to my boobs, earnestly licking up anything that was available. And, well, it felt pretty nice, feeling those tongues and lips touching my mammaries that way, and I tried to suppress a shudder of pleasure each time they were touched.

I was shocked out of my reverie by Katy asking me how I liked my new breasts, and it hit me again how they were doing this to me while I was strapped to a futuristic gurney and had no say in the matter. “I don’t know, Katy,” I said bitterly. “Why don’t you let me give you a new face with my fist and see how you like that?” Addicted to semen and breast milk, she’d said, and I wondered if I’d end up the same. Once again, all I could think about was trying to get out of this nightmare.
 
The 'Elevator Girls' as you had taken to calling them, didn't show any sign of even hearing your words, although Katy clearly did, and she had the presence of mind to understand their meaning too. Regardless, she was unrelenting.
"You'll change your tune soon enough. These changes are mandatory, so there's no helping it."

As Katy prepared the next step in the alteration process, the other girls finished cleaning your boobs, but they did not stop there. They slowly progressed to simply sucking on them, allowing you to see just how impressive your supply was. Tessa and Emily each took a nipple in their mouths and eagerly drank from you while teasing your nipples with their tongues to encourage the flow. Meanwhile, Amanda lapped at any trickle that escaped the other's hungry mouths. Their joint efforts also demonstrated for you the full extent of your increased sensitivity. Your breasts alone were more than sensitive enough to drive you to climax, if the stimulation was intense and long enough.

The next device that Katy prepared looked a lot more complicated. It looked like just the crotch-plate of a suit of armor, the inside clearly being molded to fit around feminine hips. As she fitted it to you, it snugly held your entire butt and curled around your body to encase your crotch and lower stomach. This one had two hoses attached, and the last two canisters simultaneously emptied their goopy contents into the machine hugging your lower body. It was designed to alter your pussy and rear end at the same time, directing the two different kinds of alteration fluid to their respective destinations. The first thing you felt was a rush of fluid as your womanhood was filled to capacity. Soon after, more of the fluid coated your outer folds and the smooth surface of your ass, much like it had coated your breasts before. The final violation was the poking of a tiny tube at your rear entrance, followed by a shallow penetration and a splattering of the fluid inside your other opening. There was a moment of rest, and then all hell broke loose.

Just like how the previous machine had massaged the fluid into your breasts, a symphony of fingers began to work every inch of your lowers. The cups holding your butt kneaded and groped, fingers explored your pussy and mixed the fluid around inside you, coordinated nubs made sure every inch of your labia and clit got the full treatment, and a single finger even worked it in inside your ass. All this was done in tandem to the Elevator Girls' continued attention to your boobs. Katy cooed gently as she watched the display, reassuring you gently.
"Don't worry if you have to cum. It's a lot to take in at once, Ronnie..."
 
Katy maintained her calm demeanor, as if she was a nurse who’d put up with the angry complaints of her patients a thousand times before. And the Triplets probably didn’t even hear my threats at all. They were attached to my nipples and breasts as if trying to replace the machine that had just been removed. And as aggravating as it was to be ignored like that, what was most distracting was that … it felt… good. Really good. Like an order of magnitude better than what they’d done to me in the trip down. I thought of the guys who’d tried to clumsily palpitate my tits before this, and there was nothing close to the way my boobs felt at the hands - er, mouths of the three girls working on me. I even felt like, maybe, a climax was rising just from their titty play.

But before it could hit, I was distracted, and highly worried at the new attachments Katy was bringing to my midsection. It was kinda like big girl panties, only made out of metal or hard plastic - I don’t know, but it encased me from hips to navel to upper thighs, and there were more hoses attached to it. I thought of what the last doodad had done to my breasts, and I got scared, really scared. There was a kinda splurt sound, and I realized that more of the goop was being pumped into the truss thingy. And I could feel the stuff oozing over my ass and hips, coating everything like it had done with my breast before. My pelvis and - OH MY GOD! I felt it coating my outer pudenda and oozing into my vag, going deep, and even into my a-hole! This was way more disgusting than what had happened to my breasts. Some little tube eased into my anus, preventing me from trying to force out the intruding goo.

And then, it was like the boob massage all over again, only on my ass and hips, and like tiny coordinated vibrators were working on my labia and my clit, and pushing into my cunt and rubbing me everywhere, even in my ass. Katy was saying something comforting, I suppose, but I wasn’t able to focus on anything but sensation. Mouths at my boobs and all that sensation at my crotch and massage and… I had no chance to try and concentrate on resistance. I just succumbed to the first of a series of intense orgasms. I think I arched my back, thrusting my tits up to the possessive mouths while my guts were spasming so strongly it was like I couldn’t catch my breath. My God, I must have thought, they’re going to turn me into some raving lesbian like the Elevator Girls. And the real horror of that thought was: I didn’t even think that sounded so awful. Like they were messing with my mind. I mean, fact of the matter was I’d felt more intense pleasurable sensation in the last twenty or thirty minutes than a lifetime of unsatisfying sex with boyfriends. I’d always thought that somewhere out there there had to be men who knew how to really pleasure a girl, but I just hadn’t found them. But now, I’d found… something.

I don’t know how long it lasted. I wasn’t in a space where I could track the passage of time. Part of me prayed it would be over. Part of me didn’t want it to end.
 
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