Helena Robertson - Miss M…

Monique saw that another girl was visiting the abandonner fortress. A young girl in her twenties, whose swollen short and bouncing brassiere were enhancing more than concealing the voluptuous shapes. Fair haired, her skin a nice amber tone, long and slender legs, she was looking absent-mindedly a the various litter on the ground in the bunker.

Monique waited for a moment, and when she had acquired the certitude that the girl was alone, she came to her and started talking with her… When seen at close range, she was a girl without any extraordinary features, just nice and healthy, soft eyes and rather happy to meet somebody. They walked out of the bunker together and moved toward the nearby woods.

Her name appeared to be Denise. She was employed by a factory specialized in the fabrication of spare parts for aviation plants. She was spending her annual vacation here with some parents. Monique offered her a cigarette and was amused at the trouble she could feel in the other girl at the sight of her firm and arrogant breast under the thin and revealing blouse. Then, pretending to be sunbathing, Monique simply took off her blouse. Her splendid torso was then displayed to the wondering eyes of the admiring young girl. She remained breathless in mute contemplation of the two perfect fruits, with their erected nipples, hard as a soft and warm stone in the sun. She could not keep her eyes away from the breasts that Monique was now far from concealing.

“It does not bother you if I take off my blouse? after all we are only women together…”

“Oh no, replied Denise, with a weak and trembling voice… But I have never seen such perfection…”

“Mine are a little too big, yours seem to be more proportioned…”

“Oh no… Mine are quite big, but the flesh is somewhat too soft, while yours…”

Monique caressed her teats and their erected nipples, testing their hard textures, and leaving her hands on the globes:

“It maybe cute like that, when you are naked, but sometimes in life it is really annoying when you are fully dressed.”

“Oh yes, agreed Denise, with a sad look on her face.”

“You seem to have rather bad memories about that?”

Denise was easy to get acquainted with, she spoke without restraint. Monique realized that the other girl was on the brink of more intimate confidence… She leaned over a still timid Denise and, unhooking the brassiere, she freed the two heavy breasts of the girl. They were large teats indeed, with long nipples, swollen on the round globes…

Monique contemplated the girl for a little while, then she placed her hands on the shivering flesh. Denise, still blushing but made more adventurous after Monique's overture, started caressing Monique's breasts. They soon came to exchange ardent kisses on each other chest. The hands were sliding in the short, or under the skirt and brushing the hair of the already dampened sexes.

Then, holding the girl close to her, letting her kiss her from time to time, Monique listened to the sad account of the misfortunes of Denise, while her and was delicately titillating the erected love bud between the young girl's soft lips.

Denise had been agreed at the factory and was holding a position as clerk, she was also on charge of the repertories of spare parts and had to spend quite a long time each day in the storage department of the factory, in long deambulations between the endless rows of cases and shelves containing the various bolts and screws that the factory was producing. One hot day, she was not wearing anything but a rather thick blue blouse, and was completely naked under it. She was directly under the orders of a rather old man, who had been in the job all his life. In that rather deserted place of the factory she lived quite relaxed. After the deliveries in the morning nobody came to disturb her while she was working. She was really quiet. She had noticed however the obscene allusions of two workers who always whispered tedious words when passing near her corner. But she had settled the matter once for all and sent them to hell. A third man, looking harder than the others did not seem to have understood and he still insisted. Denise was kind of scared of this one.

That precise day her direct supervisor was not here. Denise was alone, slowly checking a fastidious catalogue in a dark corner of the storage room. She was checking each part and presently was occupied at checking the ones placed in the upper shelves. To reach the shelves she had to put one foot on each side of the little alley between the two rows of shelves, and she had thus her legs wide apart. Suddenly, lowering her head, she saw under her, the two men she had so violently rebuked in the past. They were staring at her revealed flesh. She immediately wanted to close her legs, but before she could make one move they took hold of her ankles and maintained her firmly in her position between the shelves. At the same moment she felt, as in a nightmare, the other man, behind her, climbing on the shelves and pulling her arms back, he tied her hands. Then in two seconds he unhooked the blouse and she was naked, her sex and breasts exposed to the lubric looks of the men.

He wide open legs were revealing her sex in the most obscene way, and she had absolutely no way of concealing an inch of her body to the men. She could feel the warm breathing of the men between her legs. The other one was pressing her teats vigorously, as if he was trying to milk her. She wanted to cry, holler, do something but was paralyzed with fear, and also could not move.

But she started moaning, and immediately they brought her down, and gagged her with some oily rags that they found on the ground. Then they stretched her body between the rows of shelves, on the ground, and tied her ankles and wrists to each side of the alley. She could not even kick, or move, and was completely at their discretion. Their hands their hard rough, callous hands, wandered on her naked body. With revulsed eyes she saw she felt their mouth aspire the nipples of her breasts, and she felt the saliva drip on her torso. Fingers insinuated between her buttocks, found her ass-hole, and forced their way in it, remaining in her warm entrails… While other fingers checked the girls virginity. They laughed at the movements she did to try to escape their brutal touch when they started penetrating her with their hard fingers. She was offering the most exciting display of flesh, with her hands and legs taken apart. They started discussing about who would be the first to take her.

She was wishing somebody would come and that her nightmare would come to an end, but nothing was happening, and she thought that the had probably closed the door, and locked themselves in, knowing perfectly well that at such a late hour nobody would dome and disturb them in the fulfillment of their crime. She was overflowed with horror, the man that she hated more than the others wanted to be the first to take her…

“But, we all want to see how it works, why should you be the first?…”

“Ah… You want to see how it does? There is nothing easier… Look…”

Denise heard their laughs. And then she heard the noise of a metal piece in one of the shelves. Then she tried once again to free herself from her ties, understanding what they were up to.

“NO… NOT THAT…”

They were certainly not going to rape her with that chromed tube, with its rounded head of shining metal… NO… that could not be true… She was struggling as much as she could in complete bondage as she was. A couple of hard slaps crashed on her buttocks. Then she saw them, under her legs, kneeling to see, and she felt fingers open the lips of her cunt. They contemplated her virginity commenting the beauty of the untamed flesh with atrocious words.

She felt the cold metal slide its way between the soft walls of her sex. It was not a very dig tube, hardly more than 2 inches diameter. That allowed them to see the flesh around the little metal cylinder. The man pushed slowly, the distende flesh resisted a little. The others were holding the lips wide open so that they could watch more conveniently the progression of the metal in the tormented sex. The pressure became higher, Denise, horrified, overwhelmed with an intense disgust, felt the most horrible sensation of something breaking in her tearing her own flesh apart… They saw the tender skin burst open a blood started coming, while a dim cry came from under the gag over the girl's mouth. The little cylinder penetrated of a couple of inches more. They removed it, and after feeling the newly opened way in the sex, they said: