"Out! Get up, slut! Now!" Elsa heard a woman say from behind, waking suddenly from her slumber, feeling loose and free. Her hands sprung up with her tensing shoulders at the sound of her voice but were surprisingly not held by the wall's grasp. She quickly eyed left and right, hoping Amelia and Vanessa were also awake and knew what was happening. Her answer did not please, but while looking, she turned to the wall to see why she didn't feel as secure. She looked back to find the upper half of her hole cranked up and to the side, allowing her to move for once in an eternity.
"Stand up!" the woman yelled, somehow still silent enough to not yet wake anyone else. The blonde jerked, slipping on the tiles in fright, utterly humiliating herself. The sense of fright she had experienced did not compare to the dread filling up in her blood as she felt four hands take her under the shoulders. She closed her eyes, wincing at the thought of being hit. Fortunately, when she did open, it was not after pain. Gripping her biceps tight, two women in thick padding and facial helmets, like she first saw, began to drag her away from her spot. They didn't say a word—only continued to push Elsa harshly, so she could not resist. She tried to look back but had her body forced forward, so she would not delay. Elsa hadn't the slightest idea what was happening, but there was a thought she could not shake from her mind. She began to fear that she would not see her friends ever again and was being placed in another section for reasons like discussing a plan to escape. Whatever the reason was, Elsa was not leaving without that answer.
"Where are you taking me!?" the blonde asked hurriedly. The wait was agonizing, but at the same time she feared she'd hear those words—never to again see the eyes of her companions.
"It's your lucky day!" one of them joked, chuckling as she yanked Elsa. "You've been chosen for Special Treatment!"
Elsa stopped in her tracks for a moment—her heart dropping instantly like a stone in a cold puddle. She remembered what Amelia had said, and now it was very soon becoming a reality. Elsa did not know for a second if she would have rather heard that. A sickness, like a kick, ached in her chest and stomach. This was not right. This was not meant to happen to her. The gravity of dread weakened Elsa; how, at this state, would she, let alone anyone, be able to proceed willingly? Elsa could not continue any nearer further down the halls. Her heel took a step back. When she blinked, she found her body hugging the floor with open arms.
"Up! Now!" a single guard demanded. Elsa was lifted to her feet and already walking again before she recovered from the blur in her vision. A powerful, abrupt smack to her ass effectively got her rushing a few extra feet—as well her brain recalibrating her functions back into the correct slots. The guards shortly had her again, pulling even more harshly as a result of their impatience growing.
"No! Please! Please, don't do this!" Elsa begged, turning to them. A tight grip to her trachea shut her up. Elsa stumbled forward a few more feet down the corridor, only to plead again the moment she fixed herself. "I'm begging you! Just leave me alone! Please let me go! I don't want to go in there!" she cried, pushing back against the women as they reached one of the doors.
"That's the point!" The woman pushed the blonde by her back and scalp into the shadowy room, except for a single, ominous light shining above a table of some sort with plenty of straps, locks, and chains. Elsa knew of course who that was waiting for.
Her arms braced against its edge after ramming into it. Before she could try to turn or anything else for that matter, her legs were flipped into the air quickly as if she was light as paper. The flat stretch of her back connected with the table's center, shaking her cranium all around. These women knew their jobs dangerously well—executing it swift and errorless. Elsa looked down towards her body, which lied flat. The blonde quickly swung her arms up, but even that plan was already in vain. Her wrists and ankles had been restrained before ever even coming up with her idea. She tugged and pulled and writhed with all her might, but all she was rewarded with was the disappearance of those two guards stepping out the heavy, stone door. Elsa's chest rose up and down in only a little less panic—for now at least. She looked at herself—her body naked, helpless, and open like a golden gate. She didn't want to imagine what they would do to her this time, but unfortunately she knew she couldn't just ignore a thought so piercing and near. The tears in her eyes dripped past her temples onto the floor—some filled with hate, some filled with sadness, most filled with dread. Elsa waited for her to step through that door. And then the cackling started.
Out of the misty shadows stepped a big-eyed, black-haired woman, laughing ever so menacingly, filled with her own sense of glee. The height of her excitement did not please Elsa so much. The blonde watched her malevolent eyes trickle up and down her body, just like everyone else did. The woman's hands touched together at the fingertips, tapping repeatedly as she treasured her new trophy, wondering what to play with first. Her teeth shone in the dark; Elsa swore she never saw her dimples leave her face. Uncomfortably, she neared and approached the table, more patently Elsa. She delicately placed her fingers on the metal just before the blonde's body. She couldn't believe she finally had Elsa in her hands. It was like a dream.
"Oh-ho, Elsa…" she said in her unyielding giggle. "Oh, Elsa darling…" Her cold, unwelcomed hands slowly crept up Elsa's hip towards her stomach. The blonde immediately pulled against her bonds. Her breath pushed hard through her angry, grinding teeth. Everything was evident that Elsa did not consent to any intention transpiring within that girl's head.
"No… Don't bother, Elsa. You're not leaving anytime soon." the lady laughed. Her palms lied flat upon Elsa and began scanning further in opposite directions.
"You fucking psychos! Let me go! Don't touch me!" Elsa hissed. She loathed to show it, but puddles automatically formed in her eyes. She knew it made her look even more pathetic and weak.
"Now what's the fun in that?" The woman's eyes never left the blonde's body—not once even meeting Elsa's eyes when speaking to her. "You should already know screaming won't save you. What's the point in continuing? You know you can't win."
"Shut up!" Elsa impulsively demanded. The woman did not listen nor did she care about anything her victim had to say. Her hands crawled ever less distant to Elsa's "bits". Elsa tried to hide how disgusted she felt. "Tried" seemed like a less embarrassing word.
"Elsa… you don't know how long I waited for this… Too long is how. It was a month of sheer agony when I found out you were going to be one of the newcomers! I couldn't wait any longer than I had to, so I made sure to cash up. I couldn't just have a part of you at a time either, so here you are… with me… every bit of you… mine!" she cackled. For just the moment, Elsa was actually intrigued with what she said. She wanted to know as much as she could about what happened before she woke up in all this hell. Elsa suddenly felt the woman's hands begin to fondle and play with her breasts and core. The blonde tensed and jerked, always believing briefly that she had the power to break. Sometimes she did not realize how naïve she could be.
Elsa yelped. "Don't touch me! Get your claws off my body!"
"Hush, my darling." the shemale whispered, tapping her finger on the point of Elsa's nose. "Just relax, my pretty. I will not hurt you." Her hand touching Elsa's pussy groped Elsa's other breasts, joining in play with the other hand. Her palms pressed down on her chest, squishing them flat as the woman's face neared Elsa's. "Don't you see, darling? We can be together forever now! Don't you want that?"
"Fuck. You. I'm not a toy that you can just call yours!"
"Oh, my princess…" The woman's face crashed down upon Elsa's, forcing her lips and tongue into her victim's mouth. The woman cracked a smile, giggling as she sucked away the blonde's squeals. "You're confused, darling. You've been poisoned, precious. You know not what you say."
"I have every fucking idea as to what the fuck I'm saying!" Elsa winced as the woman continued to play with her junk.
"Don't worry. I will cleanse you. You will learn to love me."
She let go of Elsa's goods, oddly, but started to eye down the blonde's structure again. Her hands quickly jumped in like a kid at an interactive science exhibit. She felt all up and down Elsa, around every curve and every bump. A slow, heinous chuckle crawled up the lady's throat and shortly turned into a manic laugh. Her hands greatly became more zealous after exploring something new. Her sense of touch was so keen it seemed like she was tasting instead.
"Oh, my pretty, I so adore your body!" the lady continued to laugh. "Everything about you… Oh, my…" Elsa's hip twitched as the girl bent, sucking and licking a sloppy hickey upon Elsa's navel. Being one of the last things the blonde expected at this moment, the girl then hopped onto the table, straddling and pressing down on her prey with her core. She continued her wet mission upwards, passing through the middle of Elsa's breast but gripping them firm like they were hers to own. The dark girl did not cease until finally reaching the blonde's chin. She smiled into Elsa's eyes, blinded by her on lust-driven fantasies to even notice the hate fuming in Elsa's pupils. Those fumes were instantly fueled furthermore while the lady suddenly attacked the blonde's face all over with the blade of her tongue, drenching her face in a fair film of saliva. Her tongue quickly found the back of Elsa's throat. Elsa's eyes watered after the gags and coughs. The blonde could only feel one other thing at this moment, and it was a certain rod becoming longer and stiffer against her pelvis.
That craze Elsa first saw was beginning to reveal its true self the more perceptible that thing grew. That antsy tongue in Crazy's mouth shortly found its way out of Elsa and around her anxious nipple. Her face squirmed and twitched left to right and then right to left again and again, unable to decide which jug to occupy. She growled like a dog in every breath she took. The fact she did not use a breast for very long, at first, was a bit of candy for Elsa. However, the next stage hit, and suddenly the woman seemed to have figured out how to remain stationary.
Moaning, the shemale nibbled her prey's nipples, sometimes yanking slightly backwards impulsively. Elsa shrieked and teared, knowing there was nothing she could do to prevent it. Elsa's entire chest—breast and not—soon lied drenched under Crazy's spit and tongue. A single breast would disappear into her mouth with every change. The more she switched and licked, the harder and faster she went. The harder and faster she went, the more the rest of her body stirred awake, just like a surge of electricity to a sleeping body.
Psycho's hands wrapped behind the blonde's head in a powerfully tensed restraint. She shifted up, planting her chest right in the center of Elsa's face. Elsa turned to the sides, first assuring herself the guarantee of air, though she didn't prevail so easily when inner walls of bosoms shielded her like mountains. It was a fair struggle that was soon bested, but when the blonde drifted her attention fully back at the lady, she realized all of it was truly beginning.
"Oh, darling… Don't you love it, baby?" Crazy moaned with a breath, thrusting the underside of her cock rapidly on Elsa's ribcage. "You'll be mine forever, princess. Nobody will ever hurt you. We'll play every day. I'll dress you up and make you look beautiful. Nobody will ever touch my princess again." Hearing her nonsense only grew Elsa's hate. It was the most AGGRAVATING thing to be forced to listen to. "Darling, stop squirming. You're sick. You're not yourself. Just relax." the woman whispered, increasing her pounding swifter. She continued to hump, moan, and ramble on with her fantasies until finally shifting again—this time southward her victim's body. Following what her assailant's movements, her heart raced dreading and knowing completely what she aimed for. After crawling, the blonde saw Psycho's hips rise. She winced and squeaked as the woman pierced through her nether walls, now horrifyingly inside of Elsa.
"Oh, my pretty, my baby… Do you love it? Nothing will ever separate us! We will make love every day!" the shemale spoke out in pleasure, thrusting in and out of the blonde somehow deeper each time; at least Elsa could breathe and see clearly now. The painful truth this woman's penis was slithering inside of her core like a parasite was potential enough to make Elsa hurl. "Oh, Elsa… Our love will blossom! Our bodies together will become one! We will make children! We will all live in peace away from everybody else, and we will make love every single day. Your body and my body will form into many daughters. Can you see it now, my pretty? Just imagine all of our daughters and our love!"
Elsa gagged at the image put in her head. Conceiving a child with that thing was actually one of the last things she'd ever do with her, including everything she was doing and could as well. Knowing she'd have to carry and raise a child that she never wanted to be hers was just plain maddening. However, Elsa remembered that these women's bodies were altered, so they could not impregnate anyone. This black-haired maniac was probably just messed in the head completely. Still, without the ingredients to craft an offspring, it did not make what was soon going to happen any more tolerable or acceptable.
"You're all insane! Get off of me!" Elsa cried. All she could do was whine and squirm. Hell, it was better than doing nothing at all.
Louder the woman became in such little time it seemed. Her hips pounded into Elsa faster, unfortunately coming close. Her sharp fingers let go of her victim's sides, instead taking hold of the blonde's chest, hoisting herself above. "Are you ready, darling? Are you ready to be a mother to our children? We'll never be separated. …Oh… Elsa…!" She drilled her tongue inside Elsa's mouth, sucking every bit of her lips. Her whines intruded into the blonde's mouth. Drool seeped past them onto Elsa's chin. A few more thrusts came, and suddenly the lady did as well.
Elsa's chest rose and dropped like a heavy weight, looking down where their hips connected as the shemale released, feeling the shemale's fluid fill her body. She couldn't help but wince and shudder as a puddle formed together inside. Some stuck to her fleshy walls like webs while most dripped off of them. A chuckle suddenly filled the air. Elsa looked up at her mistress, who towered above her beneath that lonely light. All Elsa could see was her silhouette for a moment, as her head casted her own eclipse. In the blink of an eye, her grinning mask was in front of the blonde. Elsa returned completely opposite. Her mistress only giggled once more. She pecked Elsa on the lips three times, moaning rather loudly with each kiss. Elsa did not know if it was intended to annoy her or not. The only thing she knew was that it pissed her off beyond words.
"Oh, my princess…" the girl whispered, tucking tufts of hair behind Elsa's ear, "did you like that?" kissing her again. "I love you, darling. I can't wait to see our daughters! They're going to be so beautiful! Are you excited!? We'll make many more! What do you want to name the first one!?"
"Go fuck yourself!"
Again, the woman only chuckled. "It's not your fault. Don't worry. You're still sick. I'll cleanse you. Once you see our children, you'll finally wake up." Crazy shifted and finally stepped off the table. Elsa wasn't yet familiar with all of the rules or how long these things lasted, but she had hoped to at least be taken by those guards again instead of having that psycho still standing at her side. Surely Special Treatment didn't last a whole day. More thoughts rapidly started to fill Elsa's head, as well as panic.
"They wouldn't leave me with this woman forever, would they? They wouldn't do that, as horrible as this place is. But… does she know when I'm supposed to leave? Why the hell would she? She wants me forever. Maybe that's why I'm here. They left me to suffer with this woman! They didn't care! Maybe what she's saying is true. Maybe I will get pregnant and be forced to stay with her! That's why she keeps saying it!" Elsa began to whimper and cower. Her eyes jumped all around before the table abruptly lowered to the ground at the scrape of a crank. Elsa looked at the shemale nervously as the woman repeatedly pumped a lever, distancing the blonde from the light inch by inch. Everything the maniac saw was exactly what she wanted. What could possibly be happening now?
The woman stopped once the table had sunk to the level of her waist. Canine whimpers continued to pour out of Elsa's throat like water draining from a bottle. She locked to the shemale's flipped eyes as her mistress walked a step or two behind her—perfectly inline. Elsa was so nervous her very pupils rattled. The woman's first finger on each hand traced across the blonde's shoulders, all the way to her temples. The remaining tapped down one after the other like notes played consecutively on a piano. Elsa could not shun this devilish grin glowing in her peripherals. Elsa did not want to acknowledge the thought—elicit any fraction or form of belief—but she was certain of the woman's intentions.
"Open up now, baby." commanded the lady, tapping her toy's cheek. Elsa exhaled a fretful gasp, shaking her head lightly. All that rang in her head was a sorrowful voice pleading.
"No… Please…" Elsa could hear her very heart beat.
After forcefully prying the blonde's mouth open, the woman swung her hips forward, inserting her hungry, erected cock straight into Elsa's throat. The blonde's heart completely stopped for a few long seconds. She faded out, only viewing the scene briefly. When she woke, the pain arrived. Elsa's eyes went wide, and her entire body jumped a stack of paper from the table. She gagged and spit harder than she ever imagined. Elsa could feel her own uvula grinding against the shemale's penis with every thrust. Her esophagus painfully widened nearly all the way to her clavicle. The worst was not being able to retaliate; not because she couldn't, but due to the fact that if she did, say bite down like she had the chance to that woman a day ago, she would be put through something far, far worse. What was almost as bad, if not just as, was the inability to prevent her assailant from going any deeper if it was already too much. That did not stop her arms from trying, though.
"Oh, darling, it might sting a little right now, but it's for your own good. It's just to clean you up. You're very sick, princess. …Oh… shit…!" the girl explained. Her hands crashed down on top of the blonde's tits, gripping them for support.
Elsa didn't even possess sufficient strength to hate her. Several tears of sobs already made way down her face. She fully bawled on the woman's dick, no longer attempting to maintain her pride and dignity. There no longer seems a point in trying when your face is repeatedly smacked with testicles. As Elsa writhed more frantically, the more her mistress seemed to speed up. She heard giggles—enjoyment of the blonde's visible suffering or, as the woman would probably call it, healing. The faster the shemale went, how definitely closer the she was. Elsa decided the best solution now was to just get it over with as quickly as possible; it was better than suffering through it longer just to act tough. The blonde continued to writhe, though she barely needed to use half of her strength. Her mistress gradually sped up. Elsa's crying even made a decent vibration against the woman's cock.
"Oh, Elsa! My darling! Ah!" the shemale panted like a dog, only hearing the music of Elsa's gagging and spit spraying through her lips like puke. With her tongue hanging free, the black-haired lunatic arched her back to the sky like a wolf howling under the moonlight. "My darling Elsa! …Fuck…! You will wake! Be cleansed, Elsa! Take it! Take it! You must wake up for our love! Our children, Elsa!" The blonde's eyes looked forward in shock once again. A slight underestimation had been made.
What was expected as a few spurts of sperm was actually an assault rifle with three-round bursts of cum. Instantly, the tunnel of Elsa's throat expanded with jizz until firing out breaks in her lips or leaking into her digestive track, luckily before the pressure became too great. Elsa's chest bucked wildly like a horse. The woman kept her penis still in Elsa's throat, waiting what felt like hours until she finished. The blonde was not certain if she could have survived another second.
At last, Elsa saw the sunlight. The pain lifted as the shemale backed her hips away, though it was not the last Elsa would feel that dick. With Elsa's mouth open wide, gasping for air and coughing, the woman placed her receding boner atop the blonde's forehead, stroking it slowly to get every last bit of cum out of her. Elsa wept in the silent of the room, trying her absolute best not to sound too feeble. Her body tensed and quivered at the sound of the woman's deep, contented breaths. A drop of saliva hit her below the left eye in the blinding blaze of the ceiling light. The blonde didn't know how she was going to admit it, but she knew full well she couldn't fight any longer.
Just then, a bang came from top left corner of the room. Elsa and unallied company shot their eyes forward faster than a bullet. "Your hour's up." someone said. Their vision was greeted with the two guards as before, nearing both of them swiftly. Elsa shook in a panic. Seeing them always screamed trouble. They marched over and, as expected, took the blonde, loosening her bonds. Oddly enough, Elsa wasn't the only one panicking.
Out of her right, Crazy ran past Elsa's side into the guard on the right, who was releasing Elsa's right ankle. She screamed and frantically pushed and shoved the guard. "No! Please! Please! She is mine! She is meant to be with me! Don't touch her!" The woman's words were silenced with the snap of the fingers as the guard threw her with concerning—if Elsa did care about her—force to the ground. Elsa was released and, after a stern "get up" from the other guard, was shortly on her feet. The guard pulled her by the neck over to the door, meeting with the other. She dragged Elsa out, both turned back as they watched the door close.
"Don't take my baby away! She is my princess!" the shemale called. Once again she was checked to the floor.
"Keep dreamin', lunatic!" the armoured voice said, at last swinging the metal door shut.
"I'll find you, darling. I won't let them hurt you!" they saw the woman wave behind final frame. They heard a click as it locked.
"Fucking whore! Make us wake up earlier than fuckin' daylight for this shit!" the lady said irritated and angry, advancing toward Elsa. "Let's get a move on." she said, grabbing the blonde as well. "Damn, I almost feel sorry for you." she spoke to Elsa.
"I've always hated that bitch. Always talking about her wife or princess or whatever the fuck she calls it when favouriting another one of these sluts." the other lady replied.
"Yeah, you think you hate her? Step into my shoes." she groaned.
"Whatever. Let's just get this whore back to her spot, so we can go back to sleep. Nobody has even started to wake up."
"You fucking said it. Move it!" the guard commanded, pushing the tearing Elsa.