HAIRCUT AT MADAM TWON'S
                                by Art Miyako
(breast,femdom,shave)

It all started innocently enough.  I really didn't have any intention 
of getting involved in what I've gotten myself into, but it is a long 
story, and I hope you'll have patience and bear with me as I relate 
it.  The beginning is always the hardest part they say, but here's 
my attempt;

I've always been a little bit particular about my appearance.  
Having just moved to a new city and going through the painful job-
searching process, now moreso than ever.  I'd been living in San 
Francisco for almost three months now, and was long overdue 
for a haircut; I looked pretty unkempt, and the kind of work I 
wanted would never have it.  It was time, gentle reader, for me to 
have a haircut.

I scanned the phonebook that Thursday afternoon, but nothing 
really caught my eye.  I'm just really fussy, I guess, but better 
safe than sorry, right?  Anyhow, I figured that there was really no 
way of finding the right place unless I scoped the possibilities for 
myself.  Now, my old barber had been a fellow named Sal, and 
I'd always had luck going to Italian hairstylists.  Don't ask me why; 
it just seemed that they always did the best job.  I thought that the 
best place to start my search was therefor in the Italian part of the 
city:  North Beach.

I hopped the next bus and rode through downtown, finally getting 
off at the corner of Kearny and Broadway.  It struck me that there 
weren't _any_ barbers here at all, just a few restaurants and sex 
shops.  This was obviously going to take some footwork.

Before I knew it, I'd wandered out of North Beach and into 
Chinatown.  I kept wandering around, but none of the few barber 
shops I passed really looked right.  Finally, I ended up in one of 
those tiny dead-end streets that make up the back-alley maze of 
Chinatown that very few tourists ever wander into.  
Understandable; the place was nothing to look at, and I don't 
even know if the street I was on _had_ a name.  It was nothing 
but the backs of some rundown tenements, and only a single 
sign gave the place any distinction at all - "Madame Twon's 
House of Hair", it read.  Odd, I thought.  It wasn't listed in the 
phone book, and it was so hidden away back there... how'd they 
get customers?

I was tired from walking around so much, and I decided I'd take 
my chances with this place.  As I walked in, I realized how they 
got their customers!  A number of young Asian women were 
milling about the shop, and all of them were completely 
_stacked_.  I didn't think Asian women could be so well-endowed 
by nature.  After all, all that I'd ever met tended to be rather on the 
modest side when it came to bust-size.  No such circumstance 
here; there wasn't a single one of these very attractive girls who 
measured under a 50-DD, at least.  All were dressed in leather 
teddies with a zipper running horizontally across the chest, black 
stockings and stilletto heels.  I practically drooled on myself.

The only exception was the middle-aged, chunky woman at the 
reception desk.  She had been regarding me since I'd come into 
the shop, and I now approached her and said, "I'd like a haircut, 
please."

She didn't utter a word, but pointed to a sign on the desk.  It read:

                White Ticket:  $20.00
                Green Ticket:  $40.00
                Yellow Ticket:  $60.00
                Red Ticket:  $80.00
                Blue Ticket:  $100.00

"$100 for a haircut?", I asked, "That seems like quite a lot.  You 
must have very good stylists."  The woman didn't respond, but 
merely smiled and extended a hand that held a blue slip of paper.  
Speechlessly, I reached into my pocket and fished out my wallet.  
I had $110.00.  This had better be one _hell_ of a trim.

HAIRCUT AT MADAME TWON'S (II)

As soon as I had gotten my ticket, the woman stood up and 
called to one of the girls in what I assume was Chinese.  The girl 
walked over and took me by the arm through a set of heavy black 
curtains into a room lined with sinks and chairs.  She motioned for 
me to sit in one of the chairs and I did so.  She leaned me back 
so that my head was over the sink and I was staring straight up at 
the ceiling.  I heard the sound of a zipper being pulled, and 
turned my head slightly.  This wonderful creature had revealed 
both of her enormous tits through her leather outfit.  They were a 
creamy coffee color, and were set with nipples about twice the 
size of pencil erasers.  As I watched, she took a plastic squeeze 
bottle from the cabinet and squirted a clear gel all over her 
mammoth breasts, leaving them shiny and slippery-looking.  She 
then produced a bottle of shampoo and turned on the water in the 
sink.  She straightened my head and smiled a bit as she ran hot 
water over my hair.

She leaned over and began soaping me up, sliding her fantastic 
boobs all over my face as she did so.  I could barely breath as 
what seemed like 30 lbs of soft, sweet-scented flesh covered my 
ears, my mouth, and my eyes.  My whole head was engulfed, and 
what's more the gel she'd squirted on had a sweet taste as well.  
She was intentionally grinding her tits into my face, leaving me 
struggling for breath and wishing for a pair of jeans with a more 
spacious crotch.  I opened my lips and was treated to a mouthful 
of delicious tit.  The girl's hands trembled a bit as she continued 
to wash my hair.  She slid her tits about with increasing intensity, 
and soon a hard nipple found its way between my teeth.  I 
nibbled and licked at it, eliciting a small moan from her.

Imagine my surprise, gentle reader, when a sweet, warm fluid 
suddenly began to fill my mouth!  She began to moan a bit louder 
now, and the milk flowed ceaselessly from her as I swallowed as 
quickly as I could.  She pulled back from me a bit and I could see 
now that both her nipples were dripping quite a lot.  She grabbed 
both of her tits with her soapy hands and began to massage them 
gently at first, and then with creasing intensity.  I could barely 
contain myself as she brought one of her nipples to her own 
mouth and began to suck fervently on it, seeming to lose herself 
in the sensations this was causing.  She brought her other breast 
back to my mouth and leaned her weight against me, forcing the 
other nipple between my lips.  We both sucked on her creamy 
tits.  My mouth rapidly filled with sweet, hot milk.  She was 
shuddering perceptibly now, and she reached down between her 
legs to undo a snap at her crotch.  The room seemed to be filled 
with her musk as we continued our sucking and rubbing.  Her tits 
were quite slippery, and I reached up to grab a handful of that 
soft flesh.

She pulled away again and went back to the cabinet.  I wanted to 
get up and go after this Asian beauty, but she turned and glared 
at me, and I knew I was to stay right where I was.  She got out roll 
of cloth tape and bound my wrists and ankles to the chair, and 
placed a strip over my mouth as well.  I had no idea what to 
expect, and certainly wasn't going anywhere now.

Once she'd finished tying me down, she straddled my lap and 
began grinding her crotch against my rock-hard groin, right 
through my jeans.  I could feel her heat through my pants, and 
her wetness was permeating the denim.  She grabbed both her 
tits just behind the nipples and squeezed, producing a torrent of 
milk that washed over my face and through my hair.  She was 
audibly moaning now, with her head tossed back and her ass-
length black hair bouncing about as she ground herself as hard 
as she could against the bulge between my legs.  This must have 
gone on for ten minutes or so, until finally her breasts were 
depleted.  She leaned back, bracing herself with her hands 
against my knees.  The sight of this gorgeous tit-queen gyrating 
her hips against me, the last few drops of milk covering her 
nipples like dew, was almost too much for me, and I practically 
lost my load right in my pants.

Suddenly, she changed positions, kneeling on the sink so that 
her sopping pussy was directly over my face.  She plunged three 
fingers into that dark, juicy hole, and with her thumb began 
rubbing her prominent clit.  It wasn't long before she brought 
herself to a thunderous orgasm.  The juice from her pussy 
dripped onto my forehead, mixing with the milk on my face and 
hair.  As she came, she practically collapsed, letting out a groan 
and bringing her twitching lower lips down onto me.  She bucked 
her hips a little, and clenched her thighs about my ears.  Her 
smooth, nearly hairless cunt slid over my face a few times, and 
then she let out a yelp.  A quantity of juices washed over my face 
and dripped into my ears.

She dismounted from my head and turned the water back on, 
rinsing the fluids away.  She then zipped and snapped herself up 
and smiled broadly, her perfect white teeth a startling contrast to 
her dusky skin.  She retrieved a pair of scissors and freed my 
arms and legs, but left the tape on my mouth.  She took me by 
the arm and I stood up, and she led me toward a swinging door 
at the back of the room.

HAIRCUT AT MADAME TWON'S (III)

We passed through the swinging door into a brightly lit room in 
which there was a single barber's chair in front of a mirror.  The 
woman who had just washed my hair pointed to that chair, and I 
went to it and sat.  I noticed that this chair had shackles for the 
wrists and ankles built in, and once I was seated, she snapped them 
closed so that I was again immobilized.  She ran a finger along the 
length of my bulge and smiled a lewd grin.  By this time, the ache in 
my balls had become excruciating; I felt as if they might burst at any 
moment.

I was left there alone for several minutes, until my erection had 
subsided.  This made the ache worse, and I shifted about in the seat 
as much as I could, trying to find a position which would be a bit 
more comfortable.  There wasn't one.  The pain caused me to moan 
beneath the cloth tape that sealed my mouth.

As if in response to my moan, I heard a door open and shut.  I turned 
my head left and saw another woman enter the room.  She was 
dressed in a bizarre outfit, made of leather, but with her breasts 
visible within two bubbles of transparent plastic.  The effect would 
have been humorous, were it not for the fact that her tits were 
enormous beyond any bounds of decency.  I'd guess that her chest 
measurement was around 75 inches.  Her nipples looked squashed 
into the outfit, and her areolae were easily four inches across.

She walked over to the chair and took a comb and a pair of scissors 
from the counter and began to cut my hair.  I noted with some alarm 
that she didn't seem to care about how she styled it.  In fact, it 
seemed as if I was going to get short back, sides, and top, as she 
began cutting away until there was no more than a quarter inch of 
hair left anywhere on my head.  She then walked between me and 
the mirror, and smiled as if pleased with her work.

My erection had grown to full proportions again, throbbing for 
release inside my jeans.  She reached down and grabbed my crotch, 
kneading it firmly.  With her hand still on my pulsing cock, she 
leaned in close and began licking my ear.  I could feel her heavy, 
plastic-covered tits against my chest, and she whispered "I want to 
suck some cock.  I want some dick in my mouth so bad.  I want cum, 
and I get what I want."  She clapped her hands.

Through the door came a thin, Asian man, completely nude, with a 
long, thin cock that shot from his crotch like a javelin.  He proceeded 
to silently walk around in front of me, and the hairstylist took his dick 
in her hand and kneeled down in front of him.  She opened her lips 
and began to lick the head of his skinny penis as he stood there.  
She licked and mouthed the length of his shaft, nibbling his balls 
slightly at the bottom.  After sliding her tongue up and down a few 
times, she engulfed the whole thing right down to the base and 
began sucking, her cheeks hollowing with the effort.  With her other 
hand, she unsnapped the crotch of her leather teddy, and then 
reached up and took a 6" long, gold vibrator from the drawer in the 
counter.  She turned it on and began rubbing it against her pussy as 
she sucked loudly on the dick before her.  The aching in my balls 
grew until I wanted to scream, but the tape over my mouth made it 
impossible.

She plunged the vibrator into her dripping hole and appeared to go 
crazy, her hips hunching and bucking as she sucked the cock hard 
and fast.  Suddenly, she let the cock out of her mouth, and the guy's 
cum shot in thick gobs onto her plastic-coated tits.  She moaned 
aloud and gushed what must have been a pint of juice onto the floor.  
With her free hand, she rubbed the cum over her breasts, creating a 
hazy film over the clear plastic.

She stood up and smiled, replacing the vibrator in the drawer and 
taking out an electric hair clipper.  "We always get what we want 
here," she said breathlessly, "Madame Twon is very good to her 
girls."  She then began to shave my head, and within a few moments 
I was as bald as a newborn baby.  She ran a cunt-scented finger 
beneath my nose and explained, "We're going to trim _all_ your hair 
today."

She undid my pants and pulled them down far enough so that my 
pubic region was exposed.  She took her scissors and began 
snipping away my pubic hair from around my shaft, and then 
carefully ran the clippers over my groin and balls until the area was 
as clean as my head.  She grabbed my hard cock and said, "Oh, you 
poor man.  This looks very painful."  I tried to mumble through my 
gag, but in the end could only look at her pleadingly as she ran her 
soft palm up and down the underside of my hard-on.  She took a 
moist sponge from a dish of water on the counter and mopped the 
bits of hair from my genitals.

"Now, let's see if this haircut was worth it," she said, and she leaned 
over and began to lick me.  Her warm, talented tongue traced fiery 
circles around the head of my penis.  I bucked my ass off the chair, 
trying to push my cock into her mouth.  She backed off at this, and 
grabbed my testicles, squeezing slightly.  In my condition, the pain 
was enough to make me wince.  "I said I get what _I_ want," she 
growled tersely, "I didn't say a thing about you."

She bent over again and began licking at my dick.  I could feel the 
cum welling up in me, and as I felt my orgasm approaching she 
stopped.  "No cum for you.  Not yet.  Maybe not ever.  We'll see."

She pulled my pants back up and released my feet from the chair, 
and then my hands.  I was so crazed that I grabbed for her, fully 
intending to force her into giving me release from my torture, but she 
caught me and pulled a move that would have awed Bruce Lee 
himself.  I went tumbling head-over-heels onto the floor.  She stood 
glaring down at me and said, "No."  Her hands went to her tits and 
began to tweak her nipples through the malleable plastic.  Foolishly, 
I again lost control and went for her, and again found myself laid out 
on the floor.  She didn't say a word this time, but calmly went back to 
fondling herself.

"This feels very good," she told me, "Some women can get off just 
from this."  I sat there on the floor, feeling totally helpless.  I pawed 
my own cock through my pants,  but she moved closer to me and 
stared angrily down at me; I knew just from her look that I'd better 
stop or face some very nasty consequences.

She stood before me a spread her legs apart, and spread her 
exposed beaver open with two fingers.  "Now you're going to eat me.  
Right now.  Hurry up."  I extended my tongue and began to lick her 
hot crack.  Juice dribbled onto my tongue, and it tasted like sweet 
wine to me.  "Harder," she commanded, "Suck my clit."  I followed 
her command, and in response she ground her pussy against my 
mouth, holding the back of my bald head with one hand and 
squeezing her huge left tit with the other.

"Not bad, " she said in a gasp.  The flow of her warm juice increased 
more and more as I continued.  I could feel the wetness leaking from 
my cock as my balls puffed up to what felt like the size of oranges.  
Finally, she came with intensity, pushing herself against my face so 
hard that my air was cut off and my lower lip got split.  Her nectar 
drooled down over my chin and onto my neck and shirt.  
"Oooooooooh fuck... fuck..." she moaned under her breath as her 
snatch grabbed my tongue and her whole body quivered.  I could 
see much more in my mind than with my eyes, and I envisioned her 
lithe body, with her massive tits shaking like jello above me.

When she was finished shaking and leaking juice, she stood me up 
and smiled at me.  "You just might make it through this."

And then it was off through the next door.

HAIRCUT AT MADAME TWON'S (IV)
(breast,ff,fm,femdom)

We walked toward the door.  I should say that my "barber" walked; I 
was waddling noticeably by this point.  Every time my feet hit the floor, 
the pain of my over-filled nuts shot through my groin like lightning.  
She noticed of course and laughed most cruelly.

We went through the door into a room that was much darker than the 
one in which I'd just had all my hair shaved away, and it took a few 
moments for my eyes to adjust to the change.  My ears, however, 
caught the sounds immediately.  The sounds of men's voices 
pleading, of women moaning and laughing, and of chains rattling.  I 
was getting rather nervous about what was to happen next, and would 
probably have bolted from the room if not for the excruciating ache in 
my privates.

When my eyes finally did adjust, it was hard to believe what they 
showed me.  There were a half dozen nude men shackled to the walls 
here, and the center of the room was occupied by several women, 
also sans clothing, intently involved in an orgy.  I couldn't take my 
eyes 
from them as my guide led me helplessly to an empty spot near a pair 
of restraints.  The air was heavily perfumed with the scent of sex.

"Take your clothes off," my guide instructed, "and stand against the 
wall there."  I knew resistance would be useless at this point, and I did 
as I was told.  I was promptly shackled to the wall, and my guide knelt 
before me and licked my semi-hard cock a few times until it was 
restored to its full, steely firmness.  She again smiled and then left 
the area.

It was easy to understand why the men were struggling against their 
bonds.  I watched in near awe the sizzling hot tableau as a dozen 
women went at it.  All of them had huge breasts; one in particular 
caught my attention, as her immense tits covered the entire front of 
her body from her chest down to her hips.  Two women were at her 
nipples, sucking and slurping loudly as they fingered her slit.  She, in 
turn, knelt between the open legs of a woman standing above her, her 
face firmly wedged into her crotch.  The standing woman grunted and 
sighed as her pussy was devoured by the tit-queen.  Her hands went 
to her own fantastic tits and squeezed them just behind the nipples, 
produced a spray of milk that arced through the two feet of space that 
separated her from the nearest shackled man, soaking his groin.  He 
let out a moan and shot cum back at her.  At this point, one of the 
women attending to the biggest tits in the room unlatched herself from 
a thumb-sized nipple, wiping away a trickle of milk from the corner of 
her mouth.  She walked over to the man and reached down to his 
dripping penis, running a single finger over the head and collecting 
some of his cum on one finger.  After licking her finger clean,  she 
kneed him in the crotch for all she was worth and shouted "NO!"  I 
doubt that he heard her; the impact sent him into unconsciousness.  I 
winced involuntarily at the sight.  This done, she turned around and 
went back to her big-titted friend.

A pair of women moved off from the group and stood near me.  One of 
the two, a black-haired beauty with wide hips and a 52-DD bustline, 
leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Don't cum.  If you do, we'll hurt 
you, I promise."  She stuck her tongue in my ear, eliciting a giggle 
from the other woman that caused her fantastic tits to jiggle slightly.  
Her nipples were hard and slowly dripped liquid from their tips.  The 
woman who'd whispered in my ear walked over to her and they 
embraced in a long, intense, open-mouthed kiss.  One stepped away 
from the other and bent over so that her ass and sopping cunt were no 
more than a couple of feet from me.  Her friend bent over her, 
spreading open both of her holes.  She tugged gently at one nipple, 
causing a bit of milk to squirt onto her bent-over friend's back.  She 
rubbed two fingers into the little puddle, and then plunged them into 
the bent woman's asshole, wiggling them about.  This sent a shock 
that ran from my head straight to my cock, which I could feel pulsating 
and getting harder than it ever had before.

She thrust her fingers in and out a few times as the woman who 
received the attentions wiggled her ass in time to the thrusting.  She 
then removed the fingers and her friend sat on the floor.  The woman 
who'd been finger-fucking thrust an engorged nipple into the sitting 
woman's mouth, and she in turn reached up to knead her lover's 
crotch.  The standing girl moaned uninhibittedly as a wet tongue and 
bright, warm lips licked and sucked and nibbled at her swollen lips and 
clit.  The sitting woman put her hand to her own slit and rubbed her 
nub.  I wanted to join them in a blinded, mindless way, and tugged as 
hard as I could at the chains that bound my wrists to the wall behind 
me.  The standing woman looked at me quizzically and pushed her 
friend away.  She stood so close to me know that I could smell her 
scent and feel her body heat.  She then grabbed one of her huge 
breasts in each hand and lifted them, pushing them together.  A trickle 
of milk dripped from each nipple as she grazed them over my chest 
and down, down until she reached my swollen cock.  The feeling of 
the warm wetness was almost too much to bear as she squirted her 
tit-nectar onto it, and then my raging hard-on was engulfed in tit 
flesh.  
The second woman stood next to me and bit at my neck and shoulder 
as her friend kneaded her tits around my aching dick.  She mouthed 
into my ear, "You want to cum, don't you?  I'll bet you do.  Maybe we'll 
let you this time.  Maybe we'll let you shoot your hot cum all over our 
big milky tits.  Wouldn't you like that?  I bet you would.  Think about 
it, 
think about all that cum shooting out and soaking our tits.  You know 
what I'd do if that happened?  I'd lick it all off her boobs, and I'd 
drain 
out ever drop of milk from her."

"And then," she said more loudly, "I'd pull your dick off."

This caused her friend to laugh so hard that she lost her balance and 
fell back on her ass.  Immediately, her accomplice fell upon her pussy, 
spreading the lips wide and running her tongue firmly up and down the 
slit.  She writhed and moaned at the sensations, and began shouting 
"Lick me.  Yes, yes, lick me, oooohhh...."  Creamy looking fluid oozed 
in a great quantity from the twitching crack onto the floor, and her 
friend lapped up as much as she could as if she were dying of thirst.  
As she came, her milk let down, and at least a quart sprayed from her 
nipples and over her lover's back to her waste.

The two women stood up again, the one who hadn't cum frigging 
herself with two fingers up her hole as her friend approached me.  She 
looked down at my jumping, rock-hard penis and grasped it lightly in 
one hand, her thumb and forefinger forming a circle around it's 
circumference.  She stroked me up and down and said, "You may just 
make it after all.  Let's see if you can _really_ hang onto that hot 
load."  
She reached up to her dripping tits with one hand and milked herself 
into the other, and then rubbed her hands together as if putting on 
some hand lotion.  She then got my dick between her hands tightly 
and began jacking me.  Her friend in the meantime stood with her legs 
far apart and finger-fucked herself, her open cunt making squishing 
sounds and her wetness dribbling down the inside of her thighs.

I wanted to shoot it more than I'd ever wanted anything, but I knew 
doing so meant an even greater pain to follow.  Still, I could feel a 
volume of cum working its way up from my puffed-up balls.  My 
torturer let go with one hand and began kneading her giant breast.  
After a moment she said to me, "I want you to suck me off now.  
You're going to suck my tit dry, understood?"  All I could do was nod 
silently.  She put her hand upon my head and forced me down; the 
chains weren't long enough to let me kneel much, and so I hung there 
by my wrists with my face at chest level, her huge nipple seeming to 
take up my whole field of vision.  She pushed the strawberry-red, 
swollen, thick lump at my lips, which I parted and took it in.  She 
trapped my cock between her thighs and gave it a gentle squeeze 
every so often as I sucked her, producing mouthful after mouthful of 
sweet, hot fluid.  I swallowed and swallowed, and it seemed that her tit 
could produce the stuff as quickly as I could drink it.  I could feel pre-
cum leaking from me cockhead into the warm embrace of her thighs.  
She leaned her head back and moaned, "Yes, that's it, drink my milk.  
Suck that tit.  Suck it for me.  Suck, suck, suck..."

Her friend, meanwhile, reached orgasm and threw back her head as 
her pussy dripped hot liquid down her hand and thighs.  Her huge tits 
shuddered as she bucked her hips into her own hand, dripping a few 
drops of her own milk down her stomach.  She then knelt behind her 
friend and tongued her ass as I continued my vain attempt to empty 
her huge tit.  On occasion, she'd lick her way between the milker's 
thighs, flicking her tongue over the tip of my dripping dick, and causing 
me to suck harder at the spewing nipple.

Finally, I came up dry on the tit, and the woman stepped back.  I 
glanced about; the man next to me had the tit-queen bent over in front 
of him, his cock disappearing into her giant hole as she bucked 
against him.  He began to moan loudly and gyrate his hips.  The tit 
queen's tremendous nipples brushed the floor as she pumped herself 
against him.  His face betrayed intense concentration, and I knew he 
was trying as hard as he could to keep himself from cumming.

I heard a gong ring somewhere, and the tit-queen looked at the man 
and said, "Saved by the bell.  Don't worry, I'll be back."  All the women 
regained their composure somewhat and stood up, filing out of the 
room through an ornately carved doorway at the back.  It closed 
behind them, and I heard it lock.  I squinted through the darkness, and 
noticed that the door was decorated with erotic carvings, at the center 
of which was a reclining woman on a couch, whose vast tits covered 
most of her body.

I wasn't at all sure I was ever getting out of this room...

HAIRCUT AT MADAME TWON'S (V)

I hung there on the wall, staring off into the gloomy space surrounding 
me and wondering when and if my torture would resume.  My erection 
began to subside a little, and this increased the throbbing ache in my 
balls.  I needed something to take my mind off my predicament.

I squinted through the darkness at the other men imprisoned here.  All 
of them were as hairless as me, and all looked to be in pain, 
especially the poor guy who'd been kneed.  He was just beginning to 
regain consciousness, and I think he would have been much happier 
not to, judging by the expression on his face.

"Does anyone know why this is happening?", I asked, "How long have 
you been here?"

"Shut up!", came a reply from across the room.  No one else said 
anything, until the man directly to my right whispered, "I've been here 
for a long time.  Hard to tell.  I think it's been five days.  A couple 
of 
these guys were here before me."

I didn't answer.  The prospect of this continuing for days was too much 
for me to even consider.

Just then, the carved door opened, and a woman walked out.  Her 
skin was so white that it seemed to glow with a light of its own in the 
gray, shadowy space.  She was nude except for a black leather 
bracelet and a pendant that looked like a Chinese character of some 
kind carved from jade.  She was Asian, and looked to be in her late 
twenties.  The most notable thing about her, however, were here 
exaggerated breasts.  Of all the women I'd seen here, her breasts
were by far the largest.  They jutted out nearly three feet from her 
chest, and their girth was slightly greater than the length of her 
forearm.  She bowed as the door closed behind her, causing her tits to 
press against the floor.  Despite myself, I felt my hard-on coming to 
full size again.

"I am Wei Ping", she said, "and because we have harvested such a 
big crop this week, our queen has decided that we need to make our 
choice quickly.  It might be one of you, or it might be none at all.  I 
am here to test you and find one worthy for her."

She waved her hands and intoned a strange-sounding, nasal chant.  A 
large hourglass appeared from nowhere into her hand, and she 
walked over to the nearest man and turned it over, setting it down on 
the ground in front of him.  She then unceremoniously knelt down 
before him and began sucking his cock.  The man struggled against 
his chains as she sucked him off, but she was too much for him.  She 
pulled her head back, and his jism shot in huge amounts onto her 
gigantic tits, soaking instantly into her skin and disappearing.  By the 
time he stopped cumming, he hung motionless on the wall.  I'm sure 
he had died.

Wei Ping went to the next man and set her hourglass down again.  
She reached down and began stroking his limp penis, causing it to 
spring to full erection so fast it looked like it would have flown off 
his body. She then reached down to her own snatch and rubbed it firmly.  
When she brought it back to his cock, it glistened with her own 
copious moisture.  She stroked it no more than 5 times before he shot 
his load into her hand, the cum running out of her palm and dripping 
onto the floor.  He, too, hung limp and motionless as she licked the 
cream from her fingers eagerly.

The third man was treated to a grinding in the crack of Wei Ping's 
voluptuous ass.  She backed into him and began rotating her hips so 
that her cheeks massaged his stiff prick.  He moaned once and then 
made no sound.  When she turned around and retrieved her 
hourglass, I could see the cum clinging to her ass.

The fourth and fifth men quickly became the ecstatic victim's of this 
gorgeous creature as well.  I was the last, and as she set the 
hourglass down before me, I gritted my teeth and began thinking 
about baseball.  I don't know why; it was the only thing I could come 
up with to distract my mind from my longing for release.

I felt my cock enveloped between her huge tits and pushed up against 
my groin.  She rubbed her breasts against me firmly and reached up 
between my legs to gently rub my testicles.  I could feel myself getting 
even harder, and tried to force the sensations from my mind.  There 
was another feeling too wherever her body made contact with mine, a 
feeling of heat and slight vibration.  Her soft melons were making my 
cock jump and twitch, and I felt the cum rising.

After a few moments, she switched tactics and took my throbbing 
meat in her mouth.  She sucked hard and pumped her lips back and 
forth, her tongue swirling demandingly over the head of my dick.  I 
leaned my head back as far as I could and dug my nails into the palms 
of my hands until I was sure they were bleeding.  She grabbed my 
hips and pumped faster.  I was barely hanging on, even though I was 
trying to cause myself pain and keep my thoughts focused on 
something else.

Finally, she gave one last, long suck and my dick popped free of her 
hot lips.  She turned around and bent over, spreading her wet cunt 
open with one hand.  She thrust herself onto me, my shaft 
disappearing into her box instantly to the hilt.  She began rapidly 
grinding her hips in circles, making me shudder with the pleasure.  
She, too, seemed to be enjoying this, and she whispered lustily in the 
darkness as she fucked me.  I couldn't take much more of this; her 
tunnel felt like molten velvet wrapped tightly around my aching dick.  
She fingered her clit with one hand and savagely twisted and pinched 
a nipple with the other.  I could feel my orgasm building rapidly as her 
inner muscles clamped hungrily around my dick.

And then it was over.  Without warning, she pulled herself off me and 
stood up straight again.  I was happy to be alive, even if I felt like my 
balls were going to explode.  The sand in the hourglass had all fallen 
to the bottom.  Wei Ping regarded me in the darkness, leering openly 
at my huge, throbbing dick, which felt to me like a banana whose skin 
was about to split off.

"You'll do.  Come with me," she said, and clapped her hands.  My 
manacles sprung open, and it felt very good to put my arms down 
again.

My twitching, tingling cock bobbed ahead of me in the darkness as we 
approached the carved door.

HAIRCUT AT TWON'S (VI)

We left what I'll call the "dungeon room" and the five corpses it now 
contained and entered a completely dark hallway.  The door 
slammed shut behind us.

"Look, can you give me a _hint_ about why you're doing this?  
Anything?", I asked Wei Ping, even though I couldn't see her.  
There was no reply.  I asked again; still, Wei Ping didn't say a word.  
"How about some light, then?  I don't want to..."

As if in response, a door about five feet ahead of me and to my 
right swung open, flooding the short corridor with light.  I could now 
see another door across the hall from that one, and yet another at 
the end of the hall, five feet or so further down.  Standing in the 
doorway was a thick-waisted figure, and as my eyes rapidly 
adjusted to the change from the darkness before, I could make out 
the woman who'd sold me my ticket earlier.  I'd never seen her 
pass by me; how had she gotten here?  And, for that matter, where 
had Wei Ping gone?

"Ah, Mr. Miyako," she said, "please to come this way."  Somehow, it 
didn't seem right to be exposed before this matronly figure, and I 
instinctively reached down and covered my pubic region.  "Mr. 
Miyako, please to not be doing that.  You are not yet indispensable, 
and I have gun."  I could see that she was telling the truth as she 
leveled a revolver at my chest.  I proceeded as quickly toward her 
as my swollen balls would allow.

I entered the room and she closed the door behind us.  The place 
was a sparsely decorated office, with the only nonfunctional item 
being a large jade symbol of the same sort that Wei Ping had been 
wearing about her neck.  "Please to have a seat, Mr. Miyako.", she 
said, pointing her gun toward a wicker chair a couple of feet across 
from a mahogany desk.  Again, I obeyed.  It seemed that 
obedience was the key to survival in this particular "barber shop."

The woman sat down behind the desk and asked me, "So, Mr. 
Miyako, how you like haircut?", and smiled a broad grin.  "To be 
perfectly honest, I don't."  She laughed a most harsh, unpleasant 
laugh.  "No matter," she stated, "we no give refund here."  She 
laughed again, and the sound was like nails grating on a blackboard 
to me.

"I am sure you wonder what happening here," she began, "and I will 
give answer.  I show you.  First, I must ask you questions.  Please 
to be honest.  You have VD?"

"No, I no have VD.", I answered sarcastically.

"Mr. Miyako, no be nasty, or I shoot you.  Thank you.  When was 
last time you have sex?"

"It was before I came here, I mean to San Francisco.  About three 
months ago."

"Thank you.  You jerk off since you come here?", she inquired.

Flustered by the question, I responded "No."  She pointed her gun 
at me, and said, "You lying, Mr. Miyako.  I know.  When  you last jerk 
off?"

"OK, OK, fine, no sense lying to a mind reader.  About five days 
ago."

"Thank you.  I no mind reader.  I know truth when I hear.  You like 
girl with big tits, yes?"

"Yes," I responded sheepishly.

"That good, that fine.  No more question."

She stood up and walked around between me and the desk, and 
said, "Mr. Miyako, I am Madame Twon.  I no own my place, but my 
name on sign because I serve queen of Pyen-Yang-Lon.  You here 
for her.  You want meet her?"

"No," I replied, "I'd rather just have my money back and leave."

Again came the harsh laugh.  "Mr. Miyako, you foolish.  Even if I 
give you money, where you put it?  No pockets!"  At this, she 
reached down and began playing with my naked pecker.  I was 
revolted, but the gun in her hand kept me from acting on my feeling.  
I sat perfectly still as she gently fondled my aching penis.

"Are you going to let me cum now?", I asked.

"No, Mr. Miyako, that only for queen.  But I do have surprise for 
you!"  The last sentence she practically squealed with delight as 
she turned and opened a carved lacquer box on her desk, 
producing what I can only call a large suppository.  "Stand please, 
Mr. Miyako, and turn around and touch toes."  I didn't like the sound 
of this, but it seemed like a better option to have something shoved 
into an already existing hole than to have another one added to my 
anatomy.  I did as I was told.

"Fine, fine," she breathed, and then said, "Must lubricate so it go in 
smooth.  No want this breaking."  I felt heavy breath against my ass 
momentarily, and then a hot, wet tongue was pressed against my 
asshole, tracing circles over my sphincter.  When this ceased, I felt 
the suppository slide in.  I winced a bit at the pain of it, which was 
replaced almost immediately by an icy feeling which rapidly spread 
from my anus to my groin.  I felt something in my balls that I'd never 
felt before, a sensation like a balloon expanding.  I looked down at 
my groin and I could have sworn that they actually were getting 
slightly larger.

"Mr. Miyako, please to stand up and turn around facing me."  As 
soon as she gave the order, I did so.  There was no thought 
involved; my body simply followed the command with no conscious 
intervention at all.  It was as if Madame Twon had taken control of 
my will.

She told me to step away from the chair, and as I automatically did 
so, she undid a button at the waistband of her long skirt, letting it 
fall to the floor and stepping out of it.  She wasn't wearing any 
underwear.  Her dimpled, flabby thighs quivered in the light, with a 
thick thatch of salt-and-pepper pubic hair at their juncture.  Her 
sagging ass drooped behind.  "You like?", she asked.  I couldn't 
even think fast enough to stop the word "Yes" from emerging from 
my mouth.  She nodded her head and put down the gun.  She then 
hoisted herself up so that she was sitting on her desk, and spread 
her thighs wide apart, until they were nearly parallel to the edge of 
the desktop.  She spread her rubbery pussy lips apart, revealing 
the biggest clit I'd ever seen anywhere.  It was perhaps two inches 
long, and as thick as my index finger.  "You eat me now.", she said.

I, of course, literally couldn't resist the offer. I knelt before her 
and poked out my tongue, licking the pinkish-brown flesh. There was a 
fragrance like cinnamon.  This, at least, was a saving grace.  She 
wriggled her ass on the desk and leaned back, resting her 
considerable weight on her hands behind her.  Unable to control my 
actions, I licked and sucked at her hairy hole.  Her clit was 
becoming swollen.  She whispered harshly in some Asian language 
as I lapped up her juice.  Even if I couldn't understand her speech 
now, somehow my mouth knew what to do.  I moved up to the top 
of her crack and began sucking her huge nub, moving my head 
back and forth as if I were giving her a blowjob.  She loved it and 
made no attempt to hide the fact.  She pushed her hips off the 
desktop and into my face, and I supported her flaccid ass with both 
my hands.  It felt very much like grabbing a sack of oatmeal, but my 
preferences in women were not a question here.  I couldn't stop 
sucking on that tremendous clitoris.  She leaked syrup into my 
mouth, down my chin, onto the desk.  She shoved herself harder 
and harder against my mouth, gyrating her hips against my face as 
she thrust her swollen little clit/penis at me.  I just kept sucking and 
sucking.  In my mind, I couldn't wait for this to be over, but my body 
wasn't listening at all.

I felt a sharp sensation in my balls at this point.  Madame Twon let 
her weight down onto her back, and I moved one hand from her ass 
and reached down to feel my aching, and now cold, testicles.  A 
shock wave went through my mind; they _were_ getting larger.  
Much larger.  They hung about an inch lower than I remembered 
them, and had swollen to the size of golf balls.  "Mr. Miyako," she 
breathed, "take hand away from cock, please."  I removed my hand 
and grabbed her ass with it again, involuntarily kneading the squishy 
flesh.

Madame Twon's clit had gotten much bigger as I sucked on it.  It 
felt as if it were three inches long now in my mouth.  Her yielding 
labia stretched to their limit as I shoved the entire lower half of my 
face against her box, so that I had her entire clitoris in my mouth to 
its base.  I simply sucked on it now and flicked my tongue around 
its tip.  This finally did the trick.  Madame Twon screamed brazenly 
as she came, sending pulses of hot juice against my face. She came like 
a horse, and it went on for a couple of minutes.  Finally, I was 
allowed to remove my face from her middle-aged cunt.

She lay there for a moment, seeming to enjoy the afterglow of her 
tremendous orgasm.  After a few moments, she stood up and put 
her skirt back on.  The feeling of cold in my groin continued, as did 
the feeling of expanding.

"Mr. Miyako," she giggled, look down at yourself."  I again did as I 
was commanded.  My nuts were absolutely bloated.  My scrotum 
hung down about 4" below my crotch, and my balls themselves 
must have been three inches across _each_.  Above my 
exaggerated testicles hung a twitching erection that was now at 
least nine inches long.  What _had_ this woman done to me?  
Aside from the feeling of nearly-numbing cold, there was also the 
impression that I had about a pint of cum stored in my swollen 
testes.

"You almost ready now.  I show you one more thing," she said, "and 
then we go see queen.  She decide what we do with you."

HAIRCUT AT MADAME TWON'S (VII)

Madame Twon retrieved the gun from her desk and slipped it into 
the pocket of her skirt.  Not that she needed to worry about me 
trying to escape at this point; the continued feeling of cold in my 
crotch served as a reminder that my will was not my own.  I'd do 
anything I was told.

"We go now.", she said, and opened the door to her office.  I 
followed behind her like a duckling behind it's mother as she 
crossed the hall to the other door.  I could still smell the scent of 
her sex as I waddled along into the other room, my grotesquely 
swollen balls flopping against my thighs.

The room we entered looked like a combination Buddhist temple 
and torture chamber.  The center of the room was occupied by a 
large Y-shaped black table, to which was bound a young Asian 
girl, perhaps 18 years old at most.  She was being attended to by 
three huge-breasted women who stroked her body lovingly, 
kissing and licking her as they gently applied a salve of some sort 
to every inch of their young captive.  The girl looked exhausted, 
and didn't struggle in the least, as if she lacked the strength to 
even make an attempt at escape.  I thought of Madame Twon's 
suppository, and glanced down at my still-growing genitalia.  My 
erection was at least 10 inches long now.

Also standing by the table was a man with a collar around his 
neck.  A leash was attached to the collar, and one of the women 
was holding the leash.  At either side of the bound girl's head was 
a large brazier belching blue smoke, which filled the room with a 
sickly-sweet smell like honey.  Several other women were also 
present, and they idly stood about playing with their pussies and 
sucking each other's nipples.

When Madame Twon entered, their behavior changed.  Two of 
the women walked over to Madame Twon and undressed her, 
running loving hands all over her flabby body.  All seemed 
excited to see her, and I was left standing alone as Twon was 
escorted over to the table to inspect the girl.  As I watched 
helplessly, Twon fell to her knees between the girl's legs and 
began eating her pussy.  The girl squirmed a bit, but otherwise 
hardly reacted.  Twon's two escorts glanced at each other and 
then began rubbing their bodies together, mashing their huge tits 
into one another and grinding their crotches against each other's 
legs.  They kissed passionately as thy gyrated their hips upon 
each others legs.  One of the three women who had been 
tending to the girl got up on the table so that she straddled the 
girl's face, and the girl craned her neck to lap gently at her cunt.

Suddenly, Madame Twon backed away and the mood changed.  
The observing women circled the table area with their legs 
slightly apart, all rubbing their clits as they chanted in a grating, 
nasal tone.  Madame Twon walked over to a cabinet and 
produced a glowing green crystal flask, which she handed to the 
woman who had been straddling the girl's face a moment before.  
The smell of sex mingled with the scent of the incense.  I began 
to feel very dizzy, and was forced to sit down on the floor.  The 
leashed man also sat.

Madame Twon returned to my side and sat next to me.  "Now, 
you watch.", she whispered into my ear.  She reached down and 
got hold of my cock again, squeezing it hard, but I couldn't peel 
my eyes away from the girl on the table.

The woman with the flask held it over her head and began to 
speak a litany of some sort, addressing herself directly to the 
decanter.  At regular intervals, the audience of masturbating, 
huge breasted women would give a response, accompanied by a 
squeeze on a breast which, in every case, produced a small 
spurt of milk.  Madame Twon's response was instead to give my 
steely penis a stroke, and despite the fact that it was a pudgy, 
middle-aged hand that administered the friction, every stroke 
made me want to shoot my load instantly, although I didn't.

The litany went on for a few minutes.  When it ended, the woman 
with the flask removed the top.  Suspended from the bottom of 
the stopper was a long crystal rod, to which drops of the liquid 
inside clung.  She forced the girl's mouth open and inserted the 
rod.  She must have pushed it right down the girl's throat, 
because she sputtered and gagged for a moment.  In the 
meantime, the flask was handed to one of the other three 
women, who withdrew the rod and then shoved it between the 
girl's spread legs and into her rectum.  The flask then passed to 
the third woman, who slid the rod into the girl's wet slit.

All three then stepped back from the table.  The girl's body 
began to quiver, and then to convulse outright.  The observing 
women laid down on the floor, and each fastened their lips to the 
pussy of the woman next to her, so that the table, the three 
women, and the man on the leash were encircled by a chain of 
cunnilingus.  They all ate one another in silence, which was 
punctuated only by muffled squeals from the girl on the table and 
the sounds of dripping pussies being sucked and licked.

The man on the leash was then led between the split part of the 
table, between the girl's legs.  He had a tremendous erection and 
balls the size of oranges.  One of the three women grabbed his 
cock in one hand, and shoved two fingers of her other hand into 
the bound girl's box.  She said a few words that I couldn't 
understand, and then let go of both sexual organs.  The man 
stepped closer to the girl, and with one thrust buried his gigantic 
penis deep inside her waiting hole.  Her eyes opened wide and 
her whole body shook as the man pounded his cock inside her, 
fucking her as hard as he could.  She began to groan aloud, and 
the women in the daisy chain followed suit, now giving voice to 
their passion as they fervently tongued each other.

It wasn't long before the man had what seemed to be a very 
intense orgasm.  He let out a growl as he came, and the girl on 
the table screamed her ecstasy as well.  The sight of the two of 
them cumming made my balls ache terribly, and I wanted to fuck 
something... anything!  I tried to fuck Madame Twon's fist, but 
she tightened her grip so that I couldn't slide my penis through 
her hand.  She held me there motionless.

Suddenly, the leashed man fell to the floor, unconscious or dead.  
The girl began to jerk in violent spasms, straining against the 
bonds that held her to the table.  She let out a cry, and all other 
activity in the room stopped as all eyes turned toward her.

"Help me!", cried the bound girl, convulsing powerfully, "It hurts!  
Oh God, it hurts!  Please, help me!"  Then she fell silent except 
for panting heavily, like a woman giving birth.  As I watched, her 
small breasts began to grow slowly.  Every muscle in her body 
strained against the straps that kept her down, and she began to 
moan in pain.  Her tits expanded more and more, having gone 
from an A cup to a B-cup in just a few moments.  Suddenly, twin 
spurts of milk shot from her nipples.  She shook like a leaf when 
this happened, and juice flowed from her cunt.  Then, the violent 
shakes began again, and her tits grew more.  The women who 
were watching crowded closer around the table, and Twon 
brought me over for a good look as well.

The expression on the girl's face was one of sheer agony.  She 
saw me and shouted "Help me, please help me!  My tits hurt so 
much.  Please..."

And then she was lost in another spasm as the growth of her 
breasts increased in speed.  She was now a C-cup, rapidly 
approaching D.  Her jerking about made her tits wobble across 
her chest.  There was nothing I could do.  I simply watched in 
stunned silence as they kept on growing.  Every once in awhile, 
they would stop for a moment and squirt a little milk, which one of 
the women would lap up like a kitten.  Then the growth and the 
shaking would start again.  The girl's face was a contorted mask 
of pain the whole time as she panted and yelped her discomfort.

Her tits kept growing.  They reached double-D proportion and 
flopped down to either side.  I wanted nothing more than to get 
hold of them, to get my lips around those huge, hardened nipples 
and suck for all I was worth.  Madame Twon sensed this, and 
said, "You want suck titties?  Go, suck."  With great zeal I 
grabbed one of the girl's tits and pulled her nipple to my mouth.  I 
could taste the sweetness of her milk and feel the warm softness 
of her expanding bosom filling both my hands, a great contrast to 
the cold in my groin.  I sucked and nibbled at the nipple, which 
dribbled a bit as I did so.  I felt like I was going to lose my mind; 
my hard cock, now 11" long and still growing, butted against the 
table, and even the feeling of contact with the smooth, hard wood 
sent bolts of pleasure through me.

The girl, however, was not enjoying this experience.  Her breasts 
were huge by any standard already and were still growing.  Sweat 
beaded on her face.  Her tits had already expanded enough to 
cover most of her rib cage, and were now spurting milk 
rhythmically.  The nipple in my mouth shot hot, sweet nectar down 
my throat, and I had to swallow constantly to keep it from 
overflowing my lips.  I felt the soft titflesh pressing against my 
face as it grew, nearly cutting off my air supply as I smothered in 
it's warmth and perfumed fragrance.

The girl suddenly a high-pitched wail, and a moment later her tits 
expanded explosively, forcing me to take several steps back 
from the table.  Milk coarsed into my mouth continually, but the 
growth itself has stopped.  Her other tit squirted an endless 
geyser of milk at the women, who laughed and giggled as it 
showered them.  They licked it from each other's bodies, and 
they embraced and laughed and rubbed against each other.  It 
was all I could do to stand there, sucking away at the inch-long 
nipple and watching as the whole room fell into a massive lesbian 
orgy.  I looked for Madame Twon, who I spotted lying on the floor 
as two of the women took turns lapping at her massive clit.  The 
women seemed to be taking special delight in tugging at each 
other's breasts, and mother's milk squirted everywhere about the 
room, accompanied by wild laughter and the overwhelming smell 
of three dozen oozing pussies.  One of the women stepped 
between the girl's legs and clapped her hands; all of the bonds 
sprung open, and the girl grabbed my head and pushed it into her 
huge tit.  She turned to face me, and placed her other massive 
mammary on my shoulder.  I could feel her milk trickle down my 
back.  She fingered herself now, bringing herself rapidly to 
several moaning orgasms.  I moved down and began licking her 
spread twat as her breasts continued spraying their juice over 
me.  My balls felt like they would explode, but I didn't cum.  I 
grabbed my cock and starting jerking at it, and I felt a kick to my 
back.  The pain was less than the throbbing ache in my over-full 
nuts.  I continued stroking my pulsating, foot-long member, and 
within moments was at the brink of orgasm.  My whole body was 
covered in the girl's milk, and as I sucked at her gushing hole, I 
looked up to see her kneading her twin boulders and mouthing 
silently her ecstasy into the equally huge tits of another woman 
standing at her side.  This was it; another moment, and I'd spurt 
hot semen all over the floor.  The cold feeling in my balls had 
finally stopped.

Just before I could get off, I felt a heavy blow to the side of my 
head, and everything went black.


HAIRCUT AT MADAME TWON'S (VIII)

I came to with my head swimming in pain.  As I opened my eyes, 
I quickly realized that I'd been moved to another room.  I looked 
around, and found that there were five women with me here; 
Madame Twon, three leather-clad women, and a woman lying on 
a couch.

The appearance of the last was completely mind-boggling; just 
looking at her caused my dick to spring into a full erection.  She 
was over six feet tall and had black hair flowing from her head 
long enough to reach the back of her knees.  She was Asian, but 
had skin like alabaster.  Her most striking feature, however, was 
her bustline.  Her breasts were each as large as a trashcan, and 
were punctuated by strawberry red, stiff nipples the size of a roll 
of breath mints.  She sat herself up on the couch, causing her 
gigantic tits to spill into her lap.

Madame Twon also noticed me regaining consciousness, and 
said, "This is Queen Yang-Qi Li Yen.  You show respect or she 
kill you with a look."  With my head and groin throbbing, I was 
hardly in much of a position to put up a fight, and whatever fight 
was left in me was lost at the sight of that pair of magnificent tits, 
anyhow.  If I was here for this incredible woman, I wasn't so sure 
I _wanted_ to escape anymore!

The Queen regarded me for a few moments, obviously 
concentrating on the 13 inch long, 3 inch thick pole that stuck out 
between my legs.  She grinned lewdly and said in perfect, 
accent-free English, "I think he'll do nicely.  Won't you, little 
man?"  I was speechless.

"So," she said as she rose from her seat, "I'll bet you're 
wondering exactly why you're here.  I'll tell you."  She reached 
down and cradled both her breasts in her arms, stroking the 
nipples gently with her thumbs.  "I am a queen, the queen of the 
Pyen-Yang-Lon.  We are an ancient race, driven from our 
homeland to this land almost two centuries ago.  As the queen, I 
must insure the well-being of my loyal subjects."  As if on cue, 
two of the leather clad women went to her and dropped to their 
knees before her.  The Queen held her mighty breasts from 
beneath and pushed her thick nipples toward them.  They latched 
on and began to suck, each one grabbing onto a titanic mammary 
and lovingly stroking and kneading as they eagerly devoured the 
Queen's mighty nips.

"These," she said, indicating her oversized breasts, "are the mark 
of my office.  These are the treasure of my people."  There was 
a dreamy tone in her voice as she said this.  The women at her 
breasts were sucking for all they were worth and shaking like 
leaves.  I could see nectar dripping from their openings, and one 
was already furiously finger-fucking herself with on hand as she 
held onto a fistful of flesh with the other.  Madame Twon, for her 
part, smiled benignly at me.  My poor, neglected cock was 
jumping with every beat of my racing heart.  Clear fluid oozed 
copiously from the tip.

"You are here," continued the Queen, "to help bring in new 
recruits.  You saw the girl in the other room when she was 
changed into one of us; she volunteered.  You see, Pyen-Yang-
Lon are not born.  We must _make_ them from mortal human 
women."

I found my voice finally.  "Mortal?"

"Yes.  We are not mortal.  We live forever, as long as we have 
food.  Some of us are very ancient.  How old do you think _I_ 
am?"

"30?", I guessed.

"No, far beyond that.  I'm just over 300 years old.  I have been 
the queen for more than 275 years.  I will be the queen forever."

"Long live the Queen!", exclaimed Twon and the woman with 
nothing in her mouth.

The two women sucking the Queen's tits, meanwhile, had 
become lost in paroxysms of ecstasy.  It was more than obvious 
that they were cumming repeatedly while they suckled.  Liquid 
squirted from their slippery wet slits and they moaned and 
gasped softly as they fed.

"I still don't understand.  What does any of this have to do with 
me?"

The Queen looked to be amused by this.  "You, Art - may I call 
you Art? - are going to gather new recruits for us.  You are going 
to be my newest henchman.  It will be your job to bring women 
here, and they will be made into new subjects for me.  You will 
also see to the enjoyment of all my subjects, in whatever way 
they command from you.  And you had best satisfy my 
commands, Art.  You've already seen what happens to 
candidates for this job who don't do what's required of them."

The two women at the Queen's breasts finally let her swollen 
nipples slip out of their lips.  The nipples glistened with saliva and 
bounced invitingly.  The sensation caused the Queen to catch her 
breath, and she again cradled her immense tits in her arms.  The 
women fell back on the floor and shifted around so that they 
could bury their faces in each other's crotches.  Their sounds of 
pleasure were muffled in their cunts as they ate each other in a 
passionate sixty-nine, humping and grinding their dripping twats 
against each other's faces.  Within moments, both of them came 
in unison, leaking an ocean of sweet juice over each others 
mouths.  Madame Twon and the other woman were locked in a 
tight embrace, meanwhile, grinding their tits and pelvises 
together in long, slow circles.  As soon as the first pair of women 
had finished, they too approached the Queen and latched onto 
her mighty tits.  Madame Twon let her skirt fall to the floor and 
grabbed her exaggerated clit between both hands, rolling and 
kneading the three-inch long protuberance fervently as she 
sucked sweet, warm milk from the nipple of her monarch.

The Queen regarded me with lust-filled eyes and asked, "What 
do you think, Art?  Think you can do the job?  You can start with 
my two loyal subjects there.  But remember, if you cum, you die."

The two women squealed delightedly and walked over to me.  
One stood directly before my face, legs akimbo, and spread the 
juicy, red lips of her cunt apart.  I knew what I was supposed to 
do;  I found her clitoris and licked and sucked, grinding my chin 
into her vaginal crack.  The other woman stood behind her, 
shoving her pussy against her friend's ass and clamping both 
hands over her friend's 60-inch mountains, tugging lightly at the 
nipples so that little jets of milk sprayed out.  Rich dew trickled 
freely from the throbbing pussy in my face as I buried myself 
deeply in the soft, slippery hole.

The woman I was eating turned around and faced her friend.  
Their lips parted to accept each other's tongues, and they kissed 
wildly.  I stood up and slid my cock between the nearest woman's 
legs, and it was long enough to emerge beneath her and allow 
the other woman to get it between her legs, too.  The wiggled 
their hot beavers on my aching dick as they kissed, so that my 
pole was partially swallowed by two juicy cunts.  The excitement 
mounted and I thought I'd lose control, but I gritted my teeth and 
held back as hard as I could.

Twon and the other woman at the Queen's breast finished and 
fell away.  They lay on the floor side-by-side, each with her 
fingers disappearing into the others hole.  The Queen watched it 
all approvingly.  She grabbed her tits and hugged them to her 
lithe body, pushing them up so that she could kiss them and rub 
her face against them as the orgy went on.  She sat back down 
on her couch and spread her legs wide apart, pushing one of her 
tits between.  She pushed hard into her breast, her hands nearly 
disappearing into the soft flesh.  She rolled it against her pussy, 
and suddenly an ocean of cum began to flow over the edge of 
the couch and onto the floor, mingling with the drip of mother's 
milk that leaked from her.  Twon and her lover peaked quickly, 
screaming out their lust in quivering ecstasy as they soaked each 
other's hands with their free-flowing cunt-juice.

The two women I was pleasuring were now shoving their breasts 
together as they ground their pussies against my twitching shaft.  
They, too, came in gushes of wet joy that flowed over my cock 
and down the insides of their long legs.  They moved away from 
me, leaving me standing there with pussy juice dripping from the 
entire length of my foot-plus penis.

All four women then went to the queen, who was now sucking at 
the flesh of one breast as she ground the other against her hot 
box.  They surrounded her, caressing and kissing her lovingly as 
she masturbated.  Two women now got hold of each fantastic tit, 
lifting it away so that I could see the Queen's wide-open hole.  
They rubbed their faces lovingly against the Queen's breasts, 
tongues snaking out to lick the tits and kiss each other.  Madame 
Twon motioned for me to approach and I did so, a lump in my 
throat at the sight of the splay-legged queen with her huge tits 
held in the air by her subjects.

"First, Art," gasped the Queen, "let me explain how this works for 
you.  You see, as I said, we're not human.  We are Pyen-Yang-
Lon; our food is the life energy of humans, the qi.  We get this 
from them by using sex with men.  You men are our meat and 
drink.  We fuck each other for pleasure; we fuck you for food.  
When one of us fucks a man,  we absorb as much of his qi as we 
can when he cums, and the qi gets turned into milk and stored in 
our breasts.  But my subjects can't digest their own food; they 
have to give it to me first.  And then, when they need it, I give it 
back to them.  I only take a very little bit for myself.  The more 
subjects I have, the more qi I have to store up in my beautiful tits, 
so they can suck it out when they need it.  Each of my subjects 
can store up the qi of several men; the more they store, the 
bigger their bust gets, and the more milk they make.  I've just 
given out a lot of qi, Art, and I need some of yours to replace it.  
I'm very hungry.  Come here."

I approached as close as I could, standing between the legs and 
tits of Yang-Qi Li Yen.  She reached down and grasped my cock, 
pulling it into her hole.  It was hot and wet, and seemed to vibrate 
as my tremendous dick disappeared into it.  The feeling was too 
much to take, and my hips took on a life of their own as I 
pounded myself into the Queen's nearly-hairless box.  She 
leaned her head back and groaned.  Her four subjects ran their 
hands, lips and tongues all over her tits, causing little drops of 
milk to hang wetly at her nipples.  I took one of these between my 
fingers and pinched and twisted it, eliciting a cry of pleasure from 
the Queen.  Her cum was flowing like a river, dripping audibly 
onto the floor from the edge of the couch.  She came like an 
animal, bucking her hips against me so hard that it almost 
knocked me down.  As she snapped into a backward-arching 
position, her subjects lost their grip on her breasts, and they 
swung together around me, enfolding me in their perfumed soft 
heat.

"Pull out!  Pull out!", cried the Queen, and I slipped my cock from 
her seething pussy.  "Fuck my tits, right now!  Put your cock 
between my giant breasts and fuck them, slave!"

The Queen laid back on the couch, holding up her tits so that I 
could straddle her waist and then letting them flop against me.  I 
pushed my aching dick between the quivering mounds of flesh 
and grabbed one tit in the crook of each arm, pushing them 
together and fucking them with the liquid that coated my cock as 
a perfect lubricant.  With her gigantic mammaries supported by 
my arms, her nipples were practically at face level.  I took full 
advantage of this, sucking at one tit as I forced my dick back and 
forth between the mountains.  Barely a trickle of milk escaped 
them, but what little did tasted sweeter than anything I've tasted 
before or since, and seemed to set every nerve in my body on 
fire.  I heaved my cock harder and harder.  The Queen moaned 
softly, and her subjects stood about silently watching us.

The Queen reached up from behind me and grabbed my ass, 
hugging my groin into her breasts.  I could feel her pulse from 
deep within her chest as I gave a few more strokes, and then 
came.  I came like never before; I just kept shooting and 
shooting, until my cum leaked from between the tops of her 
breasts and ran down to her chest.  The Queen ran her finger 
over the little streams and sucked my semen from their tips.  I 
must have kept cumming for five minutes or so, letting loose a 
pint or so.  It all seemed to simply disappear into her skin.

I felt a last spasm coarse through my body, from my groin to my 
brain, and let the Queen's hot tits fall to either side, showering her 
face with my spunk.  She licked it eagerly from her lips and 
smiled a satisfied little smile.

The intensity of my orgasm overwhelmed me, and I slipped again 
into unconsciousness.

HAIRCUT AT MADAME TWON'S (IX)

I found myself lying on a bare mattress, a shackle around my neck 
holding me solidly to a concrete wall.  The place was dimly lit, but I 
could see shadowy outlines in the dark.  The floor here was also 
unfinished cement.

"Great," I muttered to myself, "they've put me in the basement."

The chilly air against my bald scrotum made me draw a sharp breath.  I 
stood up and paced out the length of the chain; five feet, with the 
mattress as the center.  I noticed that I had been cleaned up while I 
was asleep.  Someone had taken a lot of care in scrubbing me clean 
of all the juices that I'd been soaked with during my encounter with the 
Queen.

Food had been left here, too, and I ate for the first time since I'd 
wandered into the barbershop somewhere above me.  I was very 
hungry, and I realized that I had no idea of how long I'd been here.  It 
could have been anywhere from a day to four or five.  As I wolfed 
down the bowl of rice and greens that had been left for me, I decided it 
wasn't very important.  The important thing was to get myself free; I 
didn't think I was going to do very well in a career in kidnapping.

I heard a door open and lights came on, revealing a wide storage area 
with a low, wooden ceiling.  Boxes and junk were everywhere.  Coming 
down the wooden steps was the woman who'd washed my hair earlier.  
She was fully dressed now, wearing a pair of very tight jeans and a T-
shirt that advertised something called "Ovarian Trolley."  It was obvious 
that she wasn't wearing a brassiere, her every step making her tits 
sway and bounce.  Her stiffened nipples poked two pencil-eraser 
sized peaks through the material of her shirt.  She crossed the 
basement and sat down cross-legged on my mattress.

"Hello again," she said coldly, "You look much better without hair."
"Thanks.  What do you want?"
"You've got a new job, Art.  I'm here to train you to do it right."
"Look, I don't want the job.  How long do you think you can keep me 
down here?  Someone will get me out."
"I don't think so," she said, "and besides, do you really _want_ to 
leave?  Think about where you are."
"I'm in a basement chained to the wall by my neck, sleeping on a 
mattress.  I've had my head shaved and my pubes removed.  Great 
spot.", I replied snidely.
She smiled and shook her head, tossing her long black hair about her 
shoulders.  "You're a pretty pessimistic little guy, aren't you?  You're 
in 
a compound full of women with great, big tits who are always horny.  
You're new job is to pick up gorgeous women in bars so you can bring 
them back here and we can turn them into _more_ huge-hootered 
horny women.  Pretty lousy break, huh?  And let's say I let you out right 
now.  You get to go look for a job.  You get to go strike out with small-
breasted women who _don't_ want to get laid.  You want to go?  Go 
right ahead."

She clapped her hands and the shackle around my neck sprung open.  
I hesitated for a moment, and then backed a few steps to the door.

"But if you leave, Art, you'll probably _never_ get your hands on 
another set of tits like mine."  She reached up and began stroking her 
breasts through her T-shirt.  "Look at them, Art.  They're so big and 
full! 
I really love my tits, don't you?"  She pinched her fingers around one of 
her erect nipples, supporting the breast with her other hand.  "Look," 
she said, and gave the nipple a little tweak, producing a little wet spot 
on her shirt, "Don't you want to suck on a nipple like that?"  She pushed 
her breasts upward toward her mouth and clamped her lips around the 
hard nub, sucking until her cheeks hollowed.

She let go of her tit and smiled approvingly at my now-hard dick.  "See, 
Art?  Does the thought of going back out there give you a hard-on like 
that?  I see you've had some of Madame Twon's suppositories.  She's 
a witch, you know.  She's not really one of us, but she's useful to us, 
so 
we let her stay.  She wants to be one of us, but the Queen doesn't 
think she could cut it as Pyen Yang Lon."

She stripped off her shirt and leaned over, propping herself up on an 
elbow.  Her coffee-colored tits spilled down onto the mattress and 
looked very much like a couple of fluffy, watermelon-sized pillow.  She 
traced circles around her brown areola with her other hand, making her 
nipple fully harden.  A little drop of white fluid clung to the tip.

"Do you really want to go, Art?  Wouldn't you like it better if you could 
stay here and suck on my pussy?  I know I would.  And then you can 
fuck me, Art.  Anywhere you like."  She put her arm across the front of 
her massive breasts and lifted them off the mattress.  She pushed her 
arm into them so that excess flesh billowed above and below her arm.  
She rubbed her arms against her tits, giving them little licks when the 
circle brought them up toward her face.  My cock throbbed at the sight.

I approached the mattress and she sat up, grabbing my hips with both 
hands and got her head about an inch away from my penis.  "You have 
a nice dick there, Art."  She reached up one hand and clutched it, 
stroking it languorously as she continued to play with her thick nipple.  
Her tongue snaked out and licked hard at the tip of my cock.  She then 
plunged forward, engulfing me in her hot mouth.  She sucked hard, 
swirling her tongue everywhere.  She was now kneading her breast 
hard as well, tugging and tweaking her nipple until it had almost turned 
purple and milk began to trickle over her fingers.

She spat out my dick and stood up, forcing me down onto my knees in 
front of her.  She undid her jeans and let them fall to the floor.  I 
held 
them as she stepped out, leaving her naked before me.  A downy fluff 
of pubic hair covered her mound, and when I looked up I couldn't see 
her face, just the undersides of her hanging breasts.  Her hands 
clawed at both tits now, every once in awhile squirting milk in thin, 
graceful arcs over my head.  She pushed her hips forward, her 
already-moist pussy shoved into my face.  I stuck out my tongue and 
traced patterns through her pubic hair, making her shiver and clutch 
harder at her sumptuous breasts.

I got my mouth over her box and parted her lips with a flick of my 
tongue, quickly coming to her firm clit.  I wrapped my lips around it and 
started mouthing and sucking it; her juices rained down over my lips 
and she sighed.  She squatted a bit now, so that more of her weight 
rested on my face.  She gyrated her hips above me, grinding her 
spread cunt onto my chin as I leaned my head back and continued 
sucking on her juicy hot-button.

Without warning, she swung one leg over my head and disengaged 
her box from my mouth.  Faster than I could react, she pushed me 
face-down onto the mattress and straddled my ass.  Her wetness 
dripped down onto my cheek as I felt her lean over and press her tits 
into my back, her pussy against my ass.  She massaged me by 
wiggling about on my back.  I turned my head to one side, and she 
reacted by dangling a tempting teat in my face.  I kissed her soft flesh 
and worked my tongue over a dripping nipple, eventually drawing it into 
my mouth.  Her rich milk cascaded down my throat as I sucked it.  She 
ground her pelvis into my ass more fervently now,  and she put one 
hand underneath her to rub her drooling hole.

Suddenly, she convulsed wildly and let out a groan.  Her gush of cum 
soaked my buttocks as a surge of hot milk sprayed into my sucking 
mouth.  She got off me and turned me over.  My cock stuck 13" in the 
air, and she reached up and massaged it's pulsing length.  She leaned 
down slightly and got my cock between her tits, enfolding it in smooth 
warmth.  She grabbed the outside of one breasts in each hand and 
pushed them together, jiggling them up and down around my tube.  
She rubbed and pushed at them, her eyes closed and lips parted in an 
expression of total pleasure.

She must have cum again from doing this.  Quietly, this time, but a 
sudden jet of milk from her right nipple gave her away.  Drops of the 
white fluid sprayed across my chest and face, and I licked my lips and 
tasted the sweetness and she continued to jug-fuck me for a moment.

She moved herself up and positioned her still-oozing cunt above my 
dick, and then pushed herself down onto it.  She leaned back with her 
hands on the mattress behind her.  Her tunnel was like soft velvet as 
she fucked me wildly, her tits flopping and waggling about her.  I sat 
up, driving myself even deeper into her hole which, to my surprise, 
took the entire length of my dick.  I grabbed her flailing tits in both 
hands and kneaded the softness like clay.  She sat forward then, and I 
lost my face in her great fleshy orbs.

She ground her pelvis into mine intensely, my dick so deep inside her 
that I felt like I was fucking her stomach.  It was too much; I shot my 
load deep inside her with a growl, grabbing hard at the mammaries to 
either side of my head.  I collapsed onto the mattress, exhausted.

She stood up and regained her composure.  "So, Art, my name's Beth, 
and I'll be training you.  Thanks for the use of the cock.  I really 
needed 
that."  She reached down and patted my dick like she was patting a 
puppy.  "I don't think we'll really need this thing, will we?"  She 
grabbed 
the chain with both hands and yanked it out of the concrete with one 
tug, the recoil making her tits wobble for a few moments.  She picked 
up her clothes and headed toward the stairs, turning the lights off again 
on her way.

I laid there in the dark and realized that Beth was right.  I really 
_did_ 
want to stay here and spend the rest of my life serving the sexual 
needs of an army of big-breasted vampire nymphomaniacs.  If only I 
could figure out how to do it without becoming a kidnapper, too...


HAIRCUT AT MADAME TWON'S (X)

I lay there on the mattress for several hours after Beth left; there wasn't 
anything else to do after finishing off my meal.  The chill here was 
getting to me a bit, so I wrapped my blanket around myself and waited 
in the dark for whatever was going to happen next.

Eventually, Beth returned.  "OK, Art," she said, "It's time to start getting 
you ready.  You're going to _love_ this.  Come with me."  She took me 
by the hand and led me up the cellar steps, back to the room where I'd 
watched the transformation of the young Asian girl into a Pyen Yang 
Lon earlier.  The room was empty now but for her and I.

She went over to the cabinet and retrieved a small leather sack.  
"What's this?", I asked

"It's something we had Madame Twon brew up for us.  A few of the 
same ingredients as she uses in her suppositories.  You remember 
those, don't you?"  She smiled and grabbed my cock, giving it a playful 
tug.  It stirred to life instantly, quickly gaining some firmness.  It 
seemed a lot more sensitive than I recalled it ever having been before.

"Yeah, I remember them.  So you're going to breed a master race of 
women with huge penises?", I quipped.

"No, not those ingredients!  Just the ones that hypnotize the... errrrr.... 
recruit.  Make more sense?"  I nodded.  "Follow me."  She went to one 
of the braziers and turned its lid.  A section of the wall slid back, 
revealing a flight of stairs leading up.  We climbed them, emerging in a 
very modern-looking bedroom.

"Did I mention you also got an apartment in this deal?  Rent-free, of 
course.", she explained.  This was seeming later a better deal all the 
time; this place was much better than the run-down, furniture-free 
studio on 18th St. I was paying for.

We walked out of the bedroom and into the living room.  100% plush.  
There was even a wet bar just off the kitchen.  She sat down on the 
couch and patted the cushion next to her.  I sat down, and she looked 
me in the eyes and said, "We need you to get us three new recruits 
every day; one in the morning, one in the afternoon, and one at night.  
How you get them doesn't matter, as long as they're not hurt in any way 
when they get to us.  No marks on them; that's _very_ important.  
Anything they have on them when they become Pyen Yang Lon they'll 
have forever.  Be gentle."

"How old do they have to be?  Do they have to be Asian?", I asked 
her.

"Race doesn't matter.  It would be nice to see some more variety, 
anyway.  They have to be old enough to have had a period for the 
process to work.  But I'd suggest you stick to women who live on their 
own if you don't want to draw too much attention to what you're doing.  
If you get caught, well, let's say we can't let you tell the authorities 
about us.  Myself, I'd rather not see a lot of 12-year-old girls with 75-
inch bustlines running around the compound.", she replied.  I nodded 
in assent on all points.

"In about two minutes, your doorbell will ring, and you'll be receiving a 
guest.  There are some clothes for you in the bedroom closet.  I'll be 
here to keep an eye on things, so don't try anything stupid, OK?  The 
woman thinks you deal marijuana; you'll find an ounce of it in the stereo 
cabinet.  All you have to do, Art, is get her to come to us.  Got it?"

"Yeah.  How will she not see you?", I asked.
"Don't concern yourself.  Hurry up and get dressed."

I opened the bedroom closet and found a denim shirt and a pair of 
jeans.  I pulled them on nervously, and noticed that my hands were 
shaking.  I walked back into the living room, and Beth was nowhere to 
be seen.  "Beth!", I called, but she didn't answer me.

The doorbell rang, and I went and opened it.  Standing there was a 
woman in her early 20's, Asian, with short, bobbed hair.  "I'm Mai," she 
said brightly, "My friend Angela sent me here.  Are you Bill?"  I nodded 
silently.  "Great.  Can I get something from you?"

"Sure.  Come on in."  I walked over to the couch and sat down.  "What 
do you want?"

She stood in front of me, looking a bit uncomfortable.  I must have 
looked pretty nervous, too, because she said, "Don't worry.  I'm not a 
cop or anything.  Uh, can I get a quarter from you?"

"Yeah, sure, have a seat."  I went over to the stereo cabinet and found 
a scale, some zipper-lock bags, and one fat double-baggie full of 
brownish-green marijuana.  I went back to the couch and set the scale 
down, and pinched some of the herb out of the bag and started 
weighing it.  Mai chattered on about some band called "Crash 
Worship" playing at some club South of Market.  I weighed out the 
quarter quickly while feigning attention at everything she said.

I brushed the dope off the scale into a bag for Mai and handed it to 
her.  She handed me $50.00 in tens and started for the door.  "Wait a 
minute!," I said with some force, "I always get high with the folks who 
buy from me.  How about if I roll us a fattie?"  Mai's eyes practically lit 
up, and she seemed instantly more at ease.  She sat herself down in a 
plush recliner across from me.  I grabbed a pack of Jokerz from the 
stereo cabinet and stuck three of them together and dropped some 
dope into it, quickly producing a stout joint.  I lit it up and took a deep 
hit; not bad.  I passed it over to Mai, who took a long draw and 
coughed up a thick cloud of smoke.

"You want to try something different?", I asked.

"Sure," she choked, "what have you got?"  I took the leather sack from 
my pocket and dumped a little of the powder inside onto the table, 
using the edge of the rolling paper packet to cut it into four small lines.  
I rolled up on of the ten dollar bills Mai had given me into a tube and 
handed it to her, saying, "Here, snort this."

Mai leaned over and snorted up one of the lines.  She winced a bit and 
handed the bill back to me.  "What do you think?", I asked.

"Weird.  It burned a little at first, but now it's really cold.  Not a freeze 
like coke, I mean, like my whole head feels really cold."  Her eyes were 
already beginning to look pretty glassy.  Twon's powder worked as fast 
as the suppository.

Mai became absolutely silent, staring off into space.  "Mai," I asked 
her, "can you hear me?"
"Yeah.  Fine.", she replied.
"Would you stand up please?"  She stood up.  She looked out of it.  
"Raise your left hand and say, 'Say it now and say it loud, I'm a vampire 
and I'm proud.'"  Mai raised her hand and repeated the words.  I 
started to laugh out loud; this was some good pot after all.

"OK, Art, cut the crap.", came a voice from midair.  I heard a clap, and 
Beth appeared suddenly at the end of the couch.  "Never say things 
like that.  You never know who's listening."

"Sorry.  How long will she be out?"
"About two hours, give or take fifteen minutes.  Now you have to get 
her back downstairs.", Beth answered, and added " She looks sweet."

"Would you like to do her, Art?  You and me?  She's all ours for a few 
minutes, until Twon gets her hands on her."

"I don't know," I said, "Isn't that sort of like rape?"
"Well, yeah, " said Beth, "But we won't hurt her, unless you're into that.  
I say we fuck her right here on the floor."  Beth went around behind Mai 
and put her arms around her waste.  Mai just stood there as Beth ran 
her hands up and down her front, concentrating on her tea-cup sized 
tits and her groin.  She was chewing on Mai's neck as well now, and 
Mai leaned her head over to one side and closed her eyes.

"C'mon Art.  It'll be fun.", Beth said into Mai's shoulder.  My dick was 
already getting hard.  I stood up and watched for a moment as Beth 
ripped Mai's shirt in half, exposing her tan skin and contrasting white 
bra that looked like a training bra in comparison to Beth's titanic tits.  
Beth pulled this down on Mai's chest, freeing her chest from the cups.  
She barely had more than nipples; the bra was padded.  Beth seemed 
to get a kick out of that.

"You want bigger tits, honey?", Beth asked Mai.  Mai nodded.  "You'll 
have them soon.  You'll have tits like mine soon."  Beth stood between 
Mai and I and hiked her top over her head, her massive breasts 
bounding out and bouncing around.  "Now _these_ are tits.  Right, 
Art?"

"Yeah," I replied, a lump in my throat and another in my pants, "Those 
are some tits."

Beth caressed her tits lovingly and pushed Mai back down into the 
chair with them.  She tweaked a nipple and jetted some milk onto Mai's 
face; Mai didn't react at all, but just sat there with Beth's milk dripping 
down her cheeks.  Beth shoved a breast at Mai's mouth, and Mai 
opened wide, sucking in the whole oil-can wide areola.  Beth motioned 
for me to stand behind her, and when I did she ground her ass back 
against my crotch.  She stepped from between Mai and I and began 
removing her jeans.  "You too, Art.  Take your pants off."  I did.

I turned back to Mai, and some instinct must have kicked in in her mind.  
She immediately grabbed my hard cock and pulled it to her lips.  She 
stuffed as much of it as she could take into her mouth and started 
giving me a wild blowjob.

"Shit," I said, "Does Madame Twon sell this stuff in six packs?"

Beth giggled.  "Don't worry, you won't run out.  You like how she's 
doing that?"

"Yeah," I replied.  What wasn't to like?  Mai had gotten at least eight 
inches of my thick penis down her throat.  She was cupping one of my 
orange-sized balls in one hand as well, squeezing it ever so slightly.  
Beth walked over and said, "I like how she's doing that, too."  Beth got 
down on her knees and squeezed into the small space between Mai 
and I.  She pushed her head in front of Mai's, forcing Mai to give up a 
couple of inches of cock.  Beth began sucking and licking the length of 
cock that Mai couldn't.  At the same time, Beth reached over and 
grabbed the waist of Beth's jeans with both hands and tore them apart 
with one pull.  Beth hardly seemed to notice, although the pull made 
her lurch forward a bit, driving my dick a bit too far down her throat and 
making her gag for a second.

Beth reached down and massaged Mai's pussy.  It was already wet 
when she touched it, and I could hear the squishing sound it made 
even over the sounds of the two women slurping at my immense dick.

Beth pulled away and pushed at Mai's head a little with one hand.  My 
cock slid out of her warm mouth slowly as she moved back into the 
chair.  Beth told her to stand up, and when Mai did this Beth took her 
place in the chair.  "Sit on the floor behind her," said Beth.

I sat down and Beth spread her legs as wide as she could, lifting her 
giant breasts out of the way so that her glistening, nearly hairless slit 
could be seen.  Mai seemed to know what she wanted, and squatted 
down to eat Beth's pussy.  As she did this, she lowered herself down 
onto my cock, which seemed much too large for Mai's small opening.  
She pushed hard, impaling herself on my penis as she began to run 
her tongue firmly up and down the length of Beth's labia.  "Just sit back 
and relax, Art.  She'll do all the work."  Mai swiveled her hips around my 
cock, a foot of which was now buried deep inside her.  She put a hand 
on either side of Beth's snatch and spread the lips apart to get at the 
slippery pink flesh inside.  Beth had a dreamy, faraway look in her eyes 
as she almost absently played with her tits.  She kneaded and rubbed 
them in time to the lapping of Mai's tongue upon her clit.

Suddenly, Beth seemed to have another idea.  She grabbed Mai's 
hand and stood up, pulling her off of my pulsing cock.  I stood up as 
well, feeling a bit let down.  I wasn't disappointed for long, though.  
Beth walked to an empty spot on the floor and laid down on her back.  
She said, "Art, you and Mai are going to fuck me awhile.  Bring that dick 
of yours over here."  I walked over to Beth and drove my cock into her 
with a single thrust and a grunt.  "Yesss," she said, relishing the 
sensation of my penis sliding into her.  She looked over at Mai and 
patted one breast like she was inviting her to sit there, which she in fact 
was.  Mai straddled her chest and lowered herself down.  Beth held 
onto one breast with both hands so that the nipple pointed straight at 
Mai's reddened crotch.  The large nipple disappeared into Mai, who let 
out a little sigh of pleasure.  She put most of her weight on Beth's 
enormous tit, rocking her hips and grinding against the soft flesh.

I went wild at the sight and lost all control.  I rammed myself again and 
again into Beth, who groaned audibly and continuously now, almost 
yowling.  Milk began to trickle down from between Mai's thighs as she 
fucked herself crazy on Beth's mammary.  "It's like you're cumming 
and cumming and cumming..." she panted.  I leaned forward and 
kissed Mai passionately.  Our tongues wrapped around each other and 
squirmed through the inside of each other's mouths.

I was the first to cum, shooting my load more than a foot inside Beth.  
As I came, Beth jerked her body suddenly, and this seemed to send 
Mai off as well.  She gushed drops of her cum onto Beth's breast, 
which suddenly erupted in a geyser of hot milk into Mai's quivering 
pussy.  The thin liquid ran in rivulets over the mound of compressed, 
jiggling flesh, and Mai moaned wildly and shook with a second, larger 
orgasm.  Beth's pussy flooded around my still-shooting cock.

We all collapsed and lay there for a few moments, collecting 
ourselves.  Mai's eyes still stared blankly at us, as if nothing at all had 
just happened.  Beth was peacefully lying there and sucking softly at 
the tit that Mai had just fucked.  She stood up and went off to take a 
shower, and when she came out we wrapped Mai up in the wet towel 
and took her into the bedroom, and down the secret stairs.


HAIRCUT AT MADAME TWON'S (XI)

As we descended the steps down from the apartment to the temple, I 
asked Beth how she'd disappeared and appeared.  "It's a knack," she 
said, "Just a trick I picked up over the last half century."

"Can you teach me sometime?", I asked.  Beth just chuckled and 
muttered under her breath, "Not likely."

When we got down to the temple with our new, glassy-eyed recruit, all 
was in readiness.  The brazier was already burning.  The Pyen Yang 
Lon were idly pawing at one another, stroking each other's backs and 
breasts and asses.  As Beth helped Mai onto the Y-shaped table and 
strapped her down, I could tell that she was to play the role of 
priestess this time.  She went to the cabinet and took out the crystal 
flask and a hooded cape of chartreuse silk embroidered with a human 
head surrounded by 12 fire-breathing dragon heads.  Her two 
assistants helped her on with it as the man on the leash crawled 
nervously about on all fours.

Beth took two handfuls of herbs from a bag at the head of the table 
and tossed them onto the hot coals, creating plumes of sweet-smelling 
smoke.  The women encircling Beth and the other two began to 
become more passionate with one another.  All around me, tits were 
sucked and beavers played with.  The man on the leash began to sport 
a rather impressive erection.

The ceremony was different this time.  The last had seemed a very 
somber occasion;  this one seemed almost light-hearted.  There was 
much giggling among the moans of desire as Beth gave the 
incantation.  Her voice was high-pitched, sing-song, and cracked on 
occasion.  She wasn't very good.  Still, the ceremony went on.

Soon, the three women gathered alongside the table as Beth 
unstopped the flask, passing the top to the woman standing at Mai's 
head.  She put the dropper in Mai's mouth; the second did the same 
with her anus, and Beth pushed the thin rod past the slight resistance 
of Mai's lips.  The encircling women had all fallen to the floor and 
formed their chain, mouth to pussy.  As Beth withdrew the rod, the 
leashed man was led over to Mai's spread legs and plunged himself 
deep inside her.  I glanced around the room, and noticed that Twon 
was not here.  My eyes went back to the copulating couple.

The leashed man was humping Mia very hard and very deep, almost 
frantically.  I could imagine what he'd already been put through in the 
past few hours.  Poor slob.  He looked old enough to have a job, 
maybe a family.  The thought crossed my mind of what would be 
written in his obituary, if they ever found him at all.

It took less than five minutes for him to shoot his load.  His hips 
bucked against Mai, he grimaced and grunted, and fell dead to the 
ground.

The audience was having orgasms of its own.  I watched as the first 
woman came, her body shaking so hard that her god-only-knows-what-
cup-sized breasts made an audible slap on the hard wooden floor.  
Her movements seemed to set off the woman in whose seething cunt 
she'd pushed her tongue.  She gushed a puddle of juice in such 
quantity that she made a small puddle which slowly widened and 
seeped into the cracks between the floor slats.  Her twitching set off 
the next woman, and so on down the line.  When the last woman 
reached her climax seconds later, her orgasm was so intense that I 
thought she would fling herself clear off the floor.  She arced her back 
sharply as she gushed ecstasy, until only her forearms and feet were 
on the ground.  Hot cum showered over her lover's face in little 
waterfalls.

On the table, Mai was beginning to writhe against her bonds.  
Something in the ceremony had obviously broken the spell of Twon's 
powder, and Mai was trying to get free.  Her eyes darted about the 
room wildly.  She pulled with all her strength at the restraints around her 
wrists and ankles, and cried out, "Who are you people?  Let me go!  
What do you want?"

Suddenly, Mai's shouting stopped and was replaced by a hiss of pain.  
I watched as Mai's little breastlets took on a weird shape, becoming 
very round at the top but still quite small at the bottom.  Unlike the last 
girl, Mai didn't shake; she went completely still and stiffened up as she 
tensed every muscle in her body against the pain in her tits, clenching 
her teeth and closing her eyes tightly.

The hissing soon became a drawn out "Oh" as the growth in Mai's 
breasts distributed itself even, causing her whole bustline to increase 
just slight.  Beth whispered in the ear of one of her two assistants, who 
walked over to me and whispered in my ear, "Beth wants me to tell you 
that sometimes this takes a little longer.  Small-busted women become 
Pyen Yang Lon very slowly."  She dutifully returned to Mai's side.

Mai lay limp on the table, breathing hard.  Sweat was beginning to bead 
on her flushed face, and she demanded again, "Who _are_ you?  
What are you doing to me?  Let me go!  Oh god... my tits..."  Mai's right 
nipple leaked a tiny droplet of white which hung there like a little pearl.  
She suddenly tensed again, and her tits began to puff up some more.  
Beth said something to an assistant in Chinese, and the assistant got a 
jar of ointment from the cabinet.  She gave this to Beth, who 
unscrewed the cap and began applying it liberally to Mai's sweaty, 
inflating bosom.  The pain in Mai's face lessened slightly, but not by 
much.  Inch by inch, her breasts grew slowly, until they were perhaps 
barely a B-cup size.  "She needs more," said Beth, "Art, come here."  I 
walked to the table.

Beth leaned over and whispered to me, "Fuck her."  I whispered back, 
"But I'll die..."  "No," replied Beth, "she can't take enough to kill you 
now.  It'll be OK."

I didn't like this at all.  I certainly didn't trust Beth, and I'd already been 
tricked by these "people" once.  But I was also surrounded by women 
who could probably snap my spine like a twig if I got them angry 
enough.  Despite my dizziness, the sight of all the beautiful women 
writhing against one another's lips had caused quite a reaction in my 
groin, which sported a considerable erection inside my too-tight jeans.  
If I was going to die, at least I would go out screwing.

I stepped between Mai's legs as Beth's assistants dragged the corpse 
of the leashed man away, and unzipped my fly.  The head of my cock 
landed squarely against the lips of Mai's cunt.  Her snatch was bone 
dry, but Beth liberally slopped ointment onto my hard-on, and I pushed 
myself smoothly in past the resistance.  Mai was again grimacing in 
pain as the next wave hit her, causing every muscle in her body to 
contract, and catching my penis inside her like a snake in a noose.  Her 
chest suddenly heaved as her breasts expanded more, but no stretch 
marks appeared at all.  As quickly as it had begun, it was over, and 
Mai's body relaxed, allowing me to start thrusting again.  Beth began 
another incantation; Mai was so worn out already that her complaints 
weren't loud enough to be heard over Beth's cacophonous chanting.

Mai was unusually narrow, and it took work to screw her.  She just 
wasn't built to really handle anything as large as me, and in this position 
I could only get about 3/4 of the way inside her.  Mai seemed almost 
oblivious to being fucked, despite what was inside her.  She seemed 
to be bracing for the next wave to come.  The tightness and the heat 
were taking their toll on me.  I wouldn't be able to hold back much 
longer.

When the wave hit her, Mai clamped down again with all her might.  My 
cock felt like it was stuck tight in a hot, wet fist that was trying to 
squeeze the semen out of me.  I let go, and came much less than I 
had before.  Mai still didn't react, not to me and not to the two women 
who were gently rubbing more of the ointment onto her B+-sized tits.  
Sweat was trickling down her face now, and she seemed barely 
conscious at all.  A little trickle of milk leaked from each nipple, and 
was gently lapped up by the two women.  Beth, for her part, looked a 
little nervous.  She watched the whole thing with wide eyes, as if she'd 
never seen it before.  The rest of the Pyen Yang Lon were standing 
about and staring at the whole thing blankly.  For the first time I'd been 
among them, nobody was having sex.

Another wave overtook Mai, stronger than the others.  Her face 
contorted until she looked like a gargoyle.  Milk shot from both of her 
nipples five feet straight up, and her breasts began to inflate 
explosively.  Within a few seconds, they had nearly doubled in size as 
she let out a piercing, high-pitched shriek.  Completely overwhelmed, 
she passed out, her body collapsing limp on the table.

Beth looked alarmed at Mai's continuing growth.  Her tits showed no 
sign of slowing down;  they inflated steadily and rapidly.  Already they 
covered the better part of Mai's chest now, and were beginning to spill 
over her sides and onto the table.  One of the women from the 
audience pushed forward past Beth and latched onto one of Mai's 
nipples, sucking for all she was worth.

One of the assistants exclaimed, "I'll go get Madame Twon," and ran 
from the room.  Beth herself got Mai's other nipple in her mouth and 
started to suck.  I noticed a peculiar look cross Beth and the other's 
faces, and they suddenly seemed oblivious to everything but the great 
pleasure they were receiving from doing this.  They shook like leaves 
and began to massage their crotches.

Mai's breasts kept growing so quickly that the two suckling women 
were forced to step back every few minutes to stay latched onto a 
nipple.  They were already as large as Beth's, and still showed no sign 
of slowing down.  The woman from the audience finally let go of Mai's 
nipple and turned to face the rest.  I could feel the heat of lust that 
radiated from her body halfway across the room.  She literally dove on 
the nearest Pyen, knocking her to the ground as she mindlessly 
ground her crotch into the hapless woman's knee.  She looked 
stunned for a moment, but quickly adjusted to the situation and slid 
herself down to furiously lick and chew her friend's dripping furrow.

Beth came away next, falling into a squatting position so that the heel 
of her bare foot fit snugly into her vagina.  She clawed at her fantastic 
tits as she fucked her own heel until she came in a low moan.

Mai was still growing.  Her tits now hung well over the sides of the table 
and dollops of flesh were heading toward the floor as they caressed 
their way slowly down Mai's body to her navel... her hips... midway 
down her thighs.  Finally, they stopped.  Mai stirred a little, drawing a 
deep sigh.

The door flung open, and through it came Madame Twon and the 
Queen.  The latter strode regally into the room, supporting her 
trashcan-sized tits in her folded arms.  She took one look at Mai and 
her equally grand tits and demanded, "What are you _doing_?"

Beth explained all that had happened, and the Queen asked her for the 
flask, which she promptly handed over.  The Queen removed the 
stopper and took a deep swig of the potion and nearly screamed.  
"Twon, what have you done?  What did you put in here?"

"I do nothing!", protested Twon, "She fuck up ceremony!", she cried, 
pointing at Beth.

"There's something in here Twon.  I can _taste_ it.  I think you wanted 
to be a priestess a little too much for your own good.  Remove that girl 
from the table."  Beth and her assistants and I quickly undid Mai's 
restraints and tried to move her from the table; she must have weighed 
nearly 200 pounds with her new breasts, but we soon had her off the 
table and propped up against the wall.  She had two firm cushions to 
keep her from slumping forward.

"I'll tell you what, Twon.", said the Queen, "You get your wish.  You're 
going to be one of us after all.  Lin, go and fetch Madame Twon's 
suppositories."  One of the women in the audience scampered off to 
obey the Queen's commands.  Two others grabbed Madame Twon's 
arms.

Lin returned moments later, her weighty chest heaving in exertion.  She 
proffered the box from Madame Twon's office to the Queen who took 
them.  She turned and regarded me.  "You!  Bend over!"  Two Pyen 
grabbed me and forced me to bend down as far as I could go.  The 
Queen unceremoniously shoved the suppository up my ass, quickly 
followed by a second one.  She again turned to Twon.

"You wanted to be the priestess so badly, didn't you?  You just wanted 
what we've got up here.", said the Queen, shaking her arms so that her 
immense mammaries rippled.  "I promise you, you'll get what you want 
and more.  Put her on the table."

Within moments, Madame Twon was strapped down to the table.  
There was no ceremony for her; the Queen removed the stopper and 
shoved the upper half of the flask into Madame Twon's pussy.  When 
she pulled it out, it was half empty.

The cold feeling was in my groin again.  Already, my balls were 
expanding almost as fast as Mai's tits a little while before.  My cock 
began snaking downward toward the floor.  Limp, it was already a foot 
long.  The Queen unfolded her arms and pushed her huge, hard nipple 
at my face.  Unable to resist, and not especially wanting to, opened my 
mouth to take in as much as I could.  It filled my mouth entirely, and I 
sucked a torrent from it.  Instantly, my dick sprang to life, filling out to a 
length of two feet, maybe a little more.  Every nerve ending in my body 
lit up, and I was instantly immersed in blind lust, but unable to act on 
my own.

"Go fuck the living shit out of Twon.", said the Queen as she pulled her 
tit away.  I went to the table and did as I was told, burying half of my 
member in Twon before she yelped and begged me to stop.  I started 
pumping into her hard, and even in her panic her arousal was obvious 
as her juices began to flow.  I could feel her engorged, oversized clit 
grazing along the top of my wrist-thick cock as I forced myself even 
deeper into her.

Without warning, I began to cum, shooting volley after volley into 
Twon's box.  But without the order from the Queen, I couldn't stop 
myself from fucking Twon.  When she felt the first jolt of semen inside 
of her, Twon screamed murder.  Within seconds, I was coming again, 
and it felt even more intense this time.  I was growing even as I 
screwed Twon.  Another inch added to my cock, my balls swaying near 
my knees as I pumped my hips like a jackhammer.

Twon started to grow.  With her, it wasn't slow at all.  Her tits were 
expanding slowly already, crawling down her chest and into her 
armpits.  They wobbled crazily across her chest as I pumped away at 
her cunt as hard as ever.  Twon's face made it clear that she was 
feeling some pain, but she mumbled "Grow, grow."  I shot a third huge 
load into Twon's twitching, soaking snatch.  Immediately, her breasts' 
growth sped up, sending billows of light brown tit-flesh exploding out in 
all directions.  Two of the other women ran over and supported the 
ballooning tits in their arms.  Twon's eyes rolled back in her head as 
the pain overtook her for a moment.  She started straining to get up.  
"OK, big enough, big enough.  You let me go!"

"No, we've still got a long way to go.  Right, Art?"  She grabbed me 
and I stopped fucking for a moment.  I was standing almost three feet 
back from the table, but my cock still disappeared between Twon's 
legs.  The Queen opened her mouth and thrust in one of her dripping 
nipples, again flooding my throat with her sweet nectar.  I went back to 
humping Twon, shooting two more times within minutes.  My cum 
overflowed Twon's hole, seeping out around my still-thrusting cock.

Her tits were growing like mad now, doubling and redoubling their size 
every few minutes as I shot time and again into her tunnel.  They were 
already much bigger than the Queen's.  The two women who had tried 
to support them now moved out of the way as the shapeless flesh 
became impossible to hold up anymore.  They began to jet high-
pressured streams of white that soaked everyone in the line of fire.  
The women danced about in the spray, kissing and caressing one 
another.  Huge tits bounced happily all about the room, finding mouths 
and fingers and cunts to give them the attention they craved.

Twon was not so happy.  I shot another load of cum into her snatch, 
and the backflow that leaked out was enormous.  The Queen ordered 
me to stop, and I removed my hard, dripping dick from Twon's gushing 
pussy.

I stood next to the Queen and watched over the course of the next 15 
minutes as Twon's breasts continued growing.  When they stopped, 
they were each the size of a compact car.  The gush of milk slowed at 
last to a steady dripping and spurting in time to Twon's heartbeat.

"Look at my tits!", she cried, "How I walk?"  Several of the women 
approached Twon and grabbed hold of her outrageous breasts.  The 
rubbed themselves sensuously against the softness, occasionally 
crawling on top to grind her pelvis into a tits as they fingered their 
dripping clits.  Twon tried to sit up, but couldn't.

"You don't have to walk anymore Madame Twon," said the Queen, 
"You don't have to worry about anything at all.  For all I care, you can 
go stand on your head."  With this, the Queen lifted up the foot of the 
table, causing Twon's breasts to fall over her face like two living 
pillows.  Twon struggled, sensing what the Queen was doing.  Her 
muffled pleas were cut off by mouthfuls of endless tit.  Suddenly, the 
sounds stopped and Twon gave a few twitches.  She went completely 
limp.  "You're fired.", hissed the Queen.

"Take the girl away and starve her.  Nobody but me carries the mark of 
the Queen."  Four of the women took Mai away.  She looked about at 
the mess in the temple, the pools of milk and the spatters on the walls.  
"The rest of you, clean up this mess.  And you, Art, we'll have to drain 
you back down to a manageable size.  Go down to the basement and 
wait there."

I grabbed hold of my still-stiff dick to keep it from bouncing around so 
much that I might pole-vault over it and headed back to the basement.


HAIRCUT AT MADAME TWON'S (XII)

I waited there, sitting on my mattress in the dark.  The damp air and the 
cold burning in my groin sent shivers up my spine, but my cock, now 
the length of my arm, showed no sign of deflating.  Nor did my 
grapefruit-sized balls, which hung over the edge of the mattress and 
rested on the cold concrete floor.

My mind leapt replaying the scene of Twon's death over and over 
again.  For a second, I empathized with Twon, could almost feel my 
breath cut off by two warm, heavy pillows.  And I thought about Mai; I 
would never have chosen a fate like this for her, but it was the Queen's 
decision, I told myself.  I wasn't responsible.

I had almost convinced myself of my innocence when I heard the 
cellar door open and the stairs creak beneath something heavy.  
The lights did not come on this time.

Beth crossed from the steps to my mattress with a few long strides 
and sat down next to me.  She seemed very upset, on the verge of 
tears.  "What's wrong?", I asked.

"Li Yen is on the warpath.  She's holding me partially responsible.", 
Beth replied.

"But Twon spiked the potion, didn't she?  Did you?"

"No, of course not!  I was the priestess, and anything that happens up 
there is supposed to be under my complete control.  So I fucked up, 
and now I'm going to be punished by the Queen herself.", agonized 
Beth.

"Seems like you uncovered a plot to me.  What was Twon up to, you 
think?"

"You're right.  I can't tell you why, though.  Twon's dead now, anyhow, 
and she was the only one who knew how to make the potion.  If she 
spiked it all, we've got a _big_ problem.  She didn't write any of this 
stuff down, Art.  None of the witches ever do."

"Great.  I guess I'm out of work again, huh?"  I grabbed my monstrous 
cock with both hands and shook it at her and said, "What about this?  
It's going to be impossible to get through life if I rip apart a pair of 
pants every time I see a woman who gets me hot!"

"Don't worry," said Beth, "you'll be reduced back to pretty close to 
normal.  The extra qi will get drained eventually."

"So this is like what happens to your breasts when you... suck qi?"

"No, not really," she answered, "otherwise there'd be male Pyen Yang 
Lon.  Only the suppositories can do this for a man.  Enjoy it while it 
lasts, Art, it won't last long.  Too bad.  I think it looks really good on 
you."

"So do I," said a voice out of thin air.  I heard a handclap, and the 
Queen suddenly appeared before us.  "Beth, you're telling the slave 
much too much.  This stops now, understood?"  Beth meekly nodded 
her head at her huge-breasted sovereign.

"You understand that by the ancient codes, you must be punished for 
being so sloppy, Beth.  I want you to understand that before we begin."

"I understand.", whispered Beth.

"As for you, slave, what you have there cannot be.  I made it, and I will 
destroy it.  And because Beth also helped cause it to be, she will help 
to put things right.  Do you understand, both of you?"

Beth again said yes, and I slowly nodded my head.  There was 
definitely fire in the Queen's eyes, and I had no idea what was about to 
happen to me.

"Good.  Then we begin.  Beth, you will drain Art of some of the excess 
qi."

Beth leaned over and took my huge shaft in both hands, stroking firmly 
up and down it entire length.  I was a bit surprised; I had expected 
much worse.  Beth was right; I am a pessimist.

She pointed my dick at her face and leaned in, licking and nibbling all 
about the head and working her tongue into the hole at the tip.  Despite 
the slight numbness of the suppositories, I still felt like I'd died and 
gone to Heaven.  Beth slicked the entire tip with her tongue and moist 
lips, and then began rubbing her whole cheek against it.  She rolled her 
face back and forth over the slippery flesh as clear liquid began to 
drop heavily like molasses from it.  The Queen watched stoically as 
Beth rubbed her face, her hair, and her hands all over my spongy 
cockhead.  A flush had crept into her cheeks and she stroked the 
undersides of her gargantuan orbs with her fingertips.

Beth closed in for the kill, massaging her heaving tits against my dick, 
coating the canyon between them with my pre-cum.  She wrapped my 
thick stem in the soft, slippery, warm space between her tits, holding 
them together as tightly as she could.  She slid down my pole, kissing 
and gently biting as she went.  Within a few strokes, I lost control of my 
hips and began thrusting between her beautiful, round breasts.  She 
threw her arms around my cock, hugging it hard against her as I 
pumped away like a dog in heat.  I reached out and pinched a hard red 
nipple and it sprayed me square in the face.  It was all too much, and I 
shot my load into the air above Beth's head.  Sticky cum struck the 
ceiling and then dropped down onto Beth's back and quivering ass.  
Wherever it fell on her, it disappeared completely within moments, as if 
she were absorbing it through her skin.

The Queen clapped her hands, as if to applaud, but I saw that a green 
crystal flask had appeared in her hand.  She removed the stopper and 
stepped forward, holding the dropper over Beth's back until a couple 
of drops fell.  These, too, disappeared into Beth's skin.

Beth fell back with her legs folded under her and let out a startled cry.  
"Oh no... not that.  Oh... no..."  Beth fell further backward, her arms 
supporting her upper body as her tits jiggled wildly and bounced to 
either side.  Beth gave a single shake, sending them wobbling again.  
A splash of white shot from each nipple, and Beth moaned.  Her 
breasts began to enlarge slowly, adding an inch to her already ample 
bustline.  She straightened up and shook her head as if trying to come 
to.

"Now," began Li Yen, "I will exceed you in every way, Beth, and you will 
understand why I am Queen."  She raised the flask to her lips and 
threw her head back, the sharp motion causing her mountainous tits to 
sway.  She took a dramatic swallow of the potion, and shooed Beth 
away from me with a wave of her hand.

Li Yen proceeded to overwhelm me in a blur of dripping nipples and 
white flesh.  She pushed me down roughly and positioned herself 
above me, draping her massive tits over the better part of me from the 
waist down.  She let her weight settle on me slowly, encasing me in a 
vibrating warmth until I could feel her every heartbeat and see the 
blood pulse through the blue veins faintly through the pale skin of her 
bulging breasts.  Still propped up at full arms' length, she swayed from 
side to side.  It felt very hot now as the body heat collected all around 
me legs and crotch.

She moved up, pushing my cock down beneath her.  She crawled over 
me until her tits weighed heavily on my chest and my chin every so 
often grazed a bulge of flesh.  My cock was crushed against my chest 
by the yielding mass.  I grabbed two handfuls of softness as she 
rubbed against me.  Li Yen let all her weight settle down on me, 
pinning me helplessly to the mattress, and bent her neck to kiss me.  I 
had to lift my head from the mattress as far as I could to meet the 
darting tip of her tongue over a curve of white skin.  The sensation was 
like putting my tongue against a weak battery.  A feeling of pulsing 
vibrations ran through my tongue, down my throat, and spread out 
across my entire body.  I grabbed onto her as hard as I could, straining 
to lift myself off the mattress and kiss her deeply, but I couldn't do 
more than press harder into her.

Li Yen pulled back, lifting the weight from my chest.  She motioned to 
Beth, who immediately took most of a cherry-red nipple into her 
pouting mouth.  I latched onto the other one, and the Queen's milk 
began to flow.  She draped an arm around our shoulders and pulled us 
into her more tightly, mashing my face into her until I could barely 
breathe.  I felt the tingling again and my balls began aching to spurt 
seed.

The Queen pushed Beth away, sending her tumbling onto her back on 
the floor.  She grabbed my cock and shoved it hungrily between her 
breasts again, angling it so that the tip came up right at her mouth.  
Every time it emerged from between her bouncing mammaries she 
would open her mouth wide and suck as much of it as she could.  Beth 
was playing with herself on the floor next to us, thrusting two fingers 
into her oozing crack again and again with blinding speed.  She moved 
over and got her head between the Queen's thighs, sucking the 
Queens lips and savoring the sweet dew that dripped liberally from 
between them.  Li Yen pushed her tits together and worked her fingers 
into her aureolae until she could twist her long, thick nipples, showering 
warm heat all over my rocking scrotum.  Suddenly, there was a sound 
like water dripping into a puddle, and I glanced down to see Beth's 
face soaked by a steady stream of the Queen's cum.  The next time Li 
Yen's mouth met my cock, I ejaculated, shooting my load all over her 
face.  The Queen opened her mouth and sucked herself over my cum-
hole, drawing hard like she was sucking a big straw.  I kept shooting 
again and again for about 45 seconds straight, sending a quart of jism 
into the Queens mouth, onto her cheeks, in her hair, and all over her 
incredible chest.  It disappeared from her skin at once.

Li Yen stood up and assumed her usual pose, with her breasts 
propped up on her crossed arms.  Without warning, she let out an 
"unh" and two streams blasted in long arcs from her tits.  The flesh 
began to dollop over her arms even more as her already mighty tits 
blew up larger and larger.  Beth squatted on the floor at Li Yen's feet, 
rubbing her wide-open cunt with both hands.  The Queen's tits kept on 
growing, and when she let go of them they hung to her knees and 
extended at least a foot and a half beyond her sides.

Beth fell prostrate before the Queen, giving me the perfect view of her 
creamy, wriggling ass she finger-fucked herself.  I noticed that my 
cock, while still as hard as ever, had lost at least three inches.

The Queen took the flask in hand again and motioned to Beth.  Li Yen 
went around behind me and told me to stand up.  Beth stood directly in 
front of me, her inflamed teats brushing my smooth chest.  I heard the 
stopper come off the flask, and I knew that the Queen had taken 
another drink.  Then she and Beth took a step toward each other, 
trapping me between their busts.  They pressed tightly around me.  My 
cock was pointed out through Beth's open thighs, and she pressed her 
legs together, trapping my prick against her drooling pussy.  They 
pressed even tighter, their tits mashing around me.  I felt liquid running 
down the outside of my arms and legs; Beth and the Queen were each 
grasping the other's nipples and rolling them between their fingers.  I 
could feel Li Yen's snatch against the back of one leg and Beth's wet 
heat on my cock.  They gyrated against me, crushing me between 
them.  Finally, Beth fell back, and I noticed several drops of green that 
vanished into her shoulder.  Beth lay on her back and the Queen 
pushed me forward, so that my prick was just above Beth's breasts as 
she propped them up with her hands.  My balls flapped against Beth's 
breasts as the Queen ground her cunt against me.  Her tits let down 
again, and she sprayed all over Beth and my cock.  She began to jerk 
me off with both hands.  I came again, shooting another quart of jism 
all over Beth.  Li Yen shoved me aside and fell on Beth, and they 
rubbed against one another and kissed as my cum soaked into their 
skin.  Both of them stiffened a little but kept kissing as they grew, their 
tits bulging between them.  When they moved apart, Beth's breasts 
had swelled another couple of inches, and the Queen's were so huge 
that I could no longer see the top two inches of her shins.

"Enough," said Li Yen, "I will finish this."  Li Yen chugged the rest of 
the flask.  I looked at my cock; I'd lost a good foot that time.  I felt 
blood rush to my head, displaced from where it had all been before.

The Queen finished off the flask and proceeded to lay on her back, 
spreading her cunt wide open with one hand.  I couldn't even see her 
face from this angle, separated as it was by a fleshy mountain range.  
"Fuck me, Art.  I want you to shove as much of your big, sweet cock 
into me as you can.  Look at how wet I am for you."  She twiddled her 
clit lightly, and a pool of cum leaked from within.  I slammed into her 
snatch and nearly screamed from the pleasure.  Her electric tongue 
had only been the beginning.  It was like she was fucking the pleasure 
centers in my brain directly.  I was blind with ecstasy as I drove my 
pillar into her, coaxing thick rivers of wetness out with each drawback.  I 
buried my face in her tits as I pounded away at her.  Her cunt took all of 
me in and gripped me tight.  Li Yen arched her hips up to meet each 
thrust, grinding her pelvis into mine as her voracious pussy swallowed 
me alive.

With one last thrust, I pushed myself into her as deeply as I could and 
moved my hips in slow circles against her bottom.  I started cumming, 
but there was another feeling too, as if something were being drawn 
right through the skin of my entire cock.  I orgasmed with every fiber of 
my being as the Queen screamed a high-pitched wail that must have 
resounded throughout the compound.  I couldn't stop cumming; I kept 
shooting load after load deep inside Li Yen, whose tits were already 
beginning to expand again, pushing me gently backwards as I fucked 
her beyond my control.

I was still cumming inside Li Yen when I felt her gush like a tidal wave, 
soaking me in her juice from navel to knees.  My own perpetual 
orgasm intensified until I began to shake like an epileptic seizure.  The 
last thing I saw was the Queens growing bosom rushing up to meet my 
falling face as Beth straddled hers.  After that, a few glimpses of Beth 
with the Queen's teat between her lips as she masturbated.  Then, 
blackness.

end of part 12
				(more to follow)