DON'T RESCUE ME, PART 8: THE END
By Elrohir, Elrohir57@gmail.com
Will he ever be rescued from his exquisite Hell?


Part 8

Debra woke up early and shook Stanley's shoulder, but he only groaned and laid
there without even opening his eyes. His eyes flew open though, when she
lightly punched him in the ribs. "Wake up; it's time for GenCon!" she said
gently. He turned his head to look at her but he seemed barely able to focus.
She pondered whether to poke him a little harder to make him move, but she was
afraid that might lead to a repeat of last night, which would not be
productive, so she resorted to her old ways of mental manipulation.

He was lying there like a child who didn't want to go to school (never mind
that he'd taken the beating of his life the night before) so she decided to
mother him. She went over to his side of the dresser and pulled out a pair of
boxer briefs. She slid them over his feet and up his legs, then lifted his
butt and roughly pulled them on the rest of the way. He might just as well
have been an infant on a changing table the way she treated him. She slid her
arms under his ass and shoulder blades and lifted him up like he weighed no
more than a feather, cradling him like a baby as she carried him over to her
chair in front of the vanity and sat him on it.

He still looked like hell, so she would have to clean him up as much as
possible. There were numerous bruises on his body, legs, and arms, so she
brought out a can of spray tan and covered them as best she could. His left
eye was one big shiner, but in the closet she found her sexy pirate costume
from Halloween and fished out the eye patch, which covered most of it. There
was nothing to be done about the fat lip, but it had already gone down a bit
so maybe it wouldn't be so visible when they got to GenCon.

When she was done with her emergency makeover of Stanley she was still not
happy since he remained unshaven and still looked roughed up. Then again, he
now had a kind of battered palooka look that made him appear oddly tough, and
more masculine than his usual baby-faced visage. She couldn't help that in her
subconscious mind that was how she now thought of him: as beaten down, but
tough. She had given him one hell of a beating last night, more than she'd
ever thought he could handle, and yet he'd taken everything she gave him and
come back for more, again and again until finally his body completely failed
him. At that point she was unable to make him do anything else because he
couldn't DO anything else. She had completely destroyed him physically, but
somehow his spirit was not completely broken, regardless how unmanly his
screams of pain had been.

After sleeping more than 20 hours, he was finally beginning to recover. His
eyes were focusing on her now, and when their eyes met his became fearful. He
was beginning to feel better, she realized, and now that he was, he didn't
want to hurt again. She smiled, knowing that his recovery thus worked in her
favor: she would soon once again be able to control him completely, both
physically and mentally.

She brought out his slave-master costume. "Sit up!" she commanded, and he
flinched but did as he was told. She slid on the harem pants and said "Lift
up!" so she could pull them up all the way. She lifted each of his feet and
put on his curly-toed shoes that, like the rest of the costume, were vaguely
Middle Eastern looking. The Toddler Treatment was making him feel humiliated,
so when she brought over the leather vest he lifted up his arms without being
told to, so she could place it on him with ease. She topped it off with his
fez-like hat and thus he was now fully dressed. "Sit here" she said sternly,
"and do not move." He sat stone still, looking intently at her as he awaited
her next command.

'Good dog,' she thought as she walked out of the room, feeling his eyes follow
her backside all the way.

She went down to the kitchen, made herself a cup of coffee, and sipped it
slowly while reading the paper, enjoying the quiet of the morning before the
hectic day to come. When she finished she made another cup in the same mug and
took it upstairs to where Stanley still sat perched on the vanity chair where
she had left him. She handed him the mug as she passed on her way into the
walk-in closet. "Stay," she said, knowing that he would not move. She just
wanted to remind him that in spite of their cosplay roles today, she was still
the mistress and he the slave.

When Debra came out of the closet wearing the Princess Leia slave-girl
costume, it took Stanley's breath away. Her long, thick, dark hair was loosely
tied back in a single ponytail that cascaded down her back almost to her
waist. He could tell her shoulders, arms, and legs were bigger than they had
been at last year's GenCon, and though she did not try to lower her body fat,
she was nevertheless very muscular-looking. Her bodacious breasts were barely
contained by the metal bikini's bra cups, and her waist and abs were very,
very taut, hinting at the iron muscle beneath her soft, feminine skin. Her ass
was rounder and tighter than last year, too, and the 18-inch wide "skirt"
pieces attached to the front and back of the bikini bottoms did nothing to
hide her most exquisite feature: those long, strong, shapely legs which,
although she was only 5'9" tall, seemed to go on forever. Stanley had more
than once been immobilized by those legs, been crushed by them, but he had
also on more than one occasion been caressed by them. He worshipped them at
every opportunity, and would have loved nothing more than to do so once again
right then and there. Debra smiled when she saw that his appreciation was
visibly tenting the loose-fitting harem pants. "Ready to go? ... to GenCon, I
mean. I can see you're ready to go for something else."

"Yes, and yes, Mistress Debra." Again, he had acknowledged her dominant role
without her telling him to do so.

"Well, put that thing away for now. Shove it to the side or something. We have
to leave."

"Yes, Mistress Debra," he said again. She was beginning to like the sound of
that. She wasn't sure which she liked better: him groveling and so subservient
that he obeyed her every whim, or rebellious and resistant so she could enjoy
forcefully putting him in his place. Either way, it was fun to keep him under
her thumb. As a plaything he was turning out to be quite entertaining. She
might just keep him after all, she thought.

She drove them downtown to the Convention Center, then walked inside and
appraised the crowd while he parked the car. He returned with her slave collar
and chain and put it on her. But unlike previous years she did not let him
lead her; he held the chain but she regally walked ahead while he followed ten
feet behind at its end. They more closely resembled a queen with a footman
attending to her train than a slave girl held chained by her master.

Debra and Stanley walked from booth to booth admiring others' costumes, as
they in turn were ogled by the crowd. Debra was definitely the star of their
little show this year, eliciting numerous jaw-dropped stares from both men and
women passersby. But Stanley did not go unnoticed. He got pinched on the butt
more than once by a randy troll woman or Captain Janeway.

They had stopped for a moment, with Debra ahead at the length of the chain,
when suddenly someone put a hand on Stanley's inner thigh from behind and felt
down his leg to his calf. He startled and turned to see a person dressed in a
plague doctor's mask and cloak, which covered the person so completely he was
unable even to determine his or her gender. He or she quickly stood and shook
his hand, then bowed, and walked away. He was so distracted by this occurrence
that he stood still and looked back to watch the mysterious figure as it
receded, feeling puzzled, flattered and, at the same time, more than a little
violated.

It was a moment or two before he noticed that Debra had not pulled on the
chain because she remained stopped, too. He turned back to see that she was
engaged in conversation with the biggest Incredible Hulk anyone had ever seen
in person. The guy wasn't wearing any kind of body suit either, he had merely
painted his humongous bodybuilder physique green. Debra was openly admiring
it, her eyes looking him up and down more than once before he noticed her and
they locked eyes. He looked completely captivated by her.

Stanley was only ten feet away but he couldn't hear what was being said due to
one of the convention's incessant PA announcements. He saw Debra flex her
bicep for the big dude, whose eyes widened as he saw her muscle swell up to an
incredible grapefruit-sized bulge. Hulk placed a hand on it and squeezed, then
looked at her with amazement. He flexed his arm and nodded to her; she
responded by placing her hand on his mountainous muscle and squeezing. Hulk
winced visibly, then looked at her again with amazement and what seemed like
awe. And then they laughed together while continuing to look into each other's
eyes.

She put a hand on his chest, and Stanley swallowed hard and trembled because
knew what was coming. As they talked she gently slid her hand up until his
left nipple was in between her right index and middle finger. Then, at an
opportune moment in the conversation, she squeezed the nipple with them. It
was something she had done to Stanley when they first met, and many times
since, and it never ceased to drive him crazy with arousal. When the Hulk's
eyes went glassy and then closed it was obvious to Stanley that he was being
similarly affected. After a few moments the Horny Green Giant's little Hulk
pants were becoming noticeably tighter across the front and a slight dreamy
smile appeared on his face.

The sight made Stanley simultaneously depressed, hurt, angry, and aroused.
After stewing for a few seconds, though, jealous anger surged to the forefront
of his emotions. Before he could stop himself he raised his end of the chain
and snapped it downward, sending a wave down it that ended at her slave
collar, making it jump and rattle at her neck. Startled, Debra turned and
glared at Stanley with fury in her eyes. They bored into him for what seemed
like forever, until he was so uncomfortable he shuddered and turned away. She
was satisfied that he'd gotten the message and that they both knew there would
be hell to pay later.

She turned back to Big Green with a big smile and resumed their conversation,
although she didn't touch him again right away. The interruption had broken
the spell of their public foreplay, temporarily at least. For that Stanley
felt satisfaction even though he knew it would eventually lead to some painful
punishment. The more he thought about it, though, the more worried he became
about what she would do to him.

Stanley looked around the great hall for something, anything to distract him
from his anxiety, jealousy, and most importantly, fear of what was to come.
Even before their current situation, where he had become the slave and Debra
his Mistress, when she was still just his henpecking wife who wore the pants
in the family, she would not tolerate any insolence on his part, much less any
sort of embarrassing public display like he'd just made. Before, she would
have just lit into him verbally and heaped vitriol upon him until he felt
about 2 feet tall and worthless. Now, however, she was probably going to hurt
him but good. Stanley looked about for anything upon which to focus so he
wouldn't have to think about what was going to happen to him, but it was no
use. Dread filled up his insides and seemed about to overwhelm him. He thought
he might break down in tears right there in front of everybody.

It was at that moment that there was a wave of commotion down the row of
exhibit booths as everyone's attention was drawn to two new characters moving
through the crowd. They were two of the biggest, tallest, and most voluptuous
women Stanley had ever seen. They were both over 7 feet tall (actually 6'9",
but they both wore 4" spike heels), wearing black leather cantilevered
bustiers so revealing that they exposed all their cleavage and barely covered
the nipples of the humongous mammaries they supported. The garments were tight
at the waist but flared out at the bottom, revealing gorgeous round asses and
shapely, statuesque legs encased in tight black leotard pants. They weren't
twins but certainly looked like sisters. One had short blonde hair and
commanding, aquiline features; the other was full in face and figure and had
long dark hair in ringlets that cascaded across her shoulders and down her
back. Men and women both stared open-mouthed as the two imposed their way
through the crowd, amazed by how big AND gorgeous they were.

The rounder girl with the long hair captivated Stanley more than the other
slightly thinner one with the regal features. It occurred to Stanley that she
looked a little like a giant version of Debra, but she had doe eyes that
softened her appearance and a sweet smile that instantly warmed first his
heart, then a second later his loins. As they passed, out of everyone in the
crowd, Stanley caught her eye, and she broke into an even bigger smile that
dazzled him so intensely that, without thinking, he began smiling back at her.
She immediately turned away, and his reverie was broken, as was his heart.

But then, she put her hand on her sister's shoulder and turned her toward
Stanley, pointing him out to her. As they paused in their progress, Regal Sis'
eyes narrowed and she half-smiled and looked him up and down. He'd seen that
same look from Debra: the look of a predator contemplating its prey with
visions of consuming it even before it was caught. She lightly bit her bottom
lip, which both titillated and terrified him.

The crowd parted like waves before the bow of a ship as those twin towers of
pulchritude turned and glided toward him, their gaze intent and unwavering.
When they reached him, they stood so close they blotted out the garish
overhead lights and he was engulfed in shadow. He had to tilt his head back to
look up at them. "Hey, there!" the regal one cheerfully greeted him, "I'm
Penny and this here's is my younger sister Patty, and we think you are just
the CUTEST little thing we've seen in a long time. What's yer name, doll?"

"Uh, S-Stanley," he stammered. Debra had momentarily ceased to exist for him
as he was overwhelmed by the overwhelming proximity of these two towering
goddesses. They literally filled his entire field of vision, and what a vision
they were! His face was almost even with their bodacious breasts, at which he
would have been staring had their eyes not penetrated and held his like laser
vision.

"Well, it's sure nice to meet you, Stanley," said Patty. Her voice dripped
with sweetness and a hint of Southern accent. She held out her right hand to
take his, and without thinking he dropped the chain from his right hand in
order to grasp hers. Her hand completely covered his like it was being held by
a catcher's mitt. Her hands were soft but their skin was just a little rough,
like she worked with them... or worked out.

"N-Nice to m-meet you, too!" he tried to say cheerfully, but the stammer
betrayed his nervousness. She laughed at his discomfiture, a musical sound
that made him think of a babbling brook or the cowbells of Herefords as they
meandered across a Southern meadow.

"Oh, y'all're just so danged PRECIOUS!" she said sweetly, and bent to kiss him
on the cheek. Stanley's face reddened with embarrassment. He didn't know what
to make of this gentle giantess, but he sure wasn't hatin' her attention.
"Penny, isn't he just PERFECT?" she smiled. "So cute and so sweet, like a
little boy. But," she said with a wink somethin' tells me he's ALL MAN inside
them loose-fitting pants! I just LOVE him!"

"I can tell you do," said Penny, still giving him an appraising look. "But, do
you think he's sturdy enough for us?" She put a hand on top of his shoulder
and squeezed hard, nearly crushing his clavicle. Stanley winced at the pain
but managed not to cry out. Dang she was strong! "You know some of 'em before
turned out to be too fragile," said Penny, pondering, "some who were bigger'n
him...."

"Aww, come on, Penny, just look at him! He might be small, but he's got
muscles, and good bones, too. I think he'll do, don't you?"

"Hmm, I still dunno," said Penny. She reached inside his leather vest and
squeezed his chest muscle, though not hard this time. "Nice pecs." She moved
her hand down from his chest along his midsection. "Mmm, very tight, if not
washboard abs." She moved her hand back up and caught his nipple between her
index and middle finger, squeezing it lightly. Stanley gasped, knowing that
was his weakness, his on switch. His eyes closed as the stimulation
telegraphed to his brain, which in turn transferred the message to his
hydraulic system, pressurized his battering ram and readying it for action.
Penny's other hand moved down over the front of his harem pants and squeezed
the cucumber-size bulge she found there, gauging its ripeness. Her half smile
widened a bit and she sighed, her eyes becoming dreamy. "Well, well!" she
breathed, "This might make up for any number of other shortcomings in his
equipment, for sure...." She opened her eyes and looked into his, not removing
her hands. "I'll think he'll do just FINE, girl! Stanley, are you ready to
come and have a little fun with us?"

He was only half-listening until finally those last words penetrated his horny
haze. "Wait, what?" he startled. "Whaddya mean, come with you?"

"Honey, it ain't hard to understand," said Penny like a patient mother. "Every
year we come all the way to Indy from Summer Shade, Kentucky to this here
GenCon and take back a little darlin' to play with, sometimes two. I can see
from the way Patty's droolin' that she's prob'ly gonna try to hog all your
lovin', so I may have to get another one for myself just so's I don't feel
left out."

"Now Penny, you know; he's too cute NOT to share!" Patty laughed. She leaned
over to Penny and gave her a light kiss on the lips and whispered, "You know
how I love it when we can kiss and touch while we're both ridin' some little
feller." They both giggled.

"Now uh, Patty and Penny," he started nervously, "You are two of the most
gorgeous women on the planet, but I have to tell you I'm MARRIED. Hell, to be
honest, my wife freakin' OWNS me! And she's not the kind of woman who would be
willing to share, if you know what I mean. She'd freaking KILL me! -- and BOTH
of Y'ALL, too." Damn, he thought, those Southern accents were already rubbing
off on him!

Patty looked at Penny and smiled benevolently. "Bless his heart, I think he
might actually love that little be-atch over there. She might not want to
share you Stanley, but she sure seems to wanna do a little bit of sharin' of
herself." They all three looked over to where Debra was standing, still locked
in conversation with The Hulk, apparently not noticing that no one was holding
the other end of her chain, and that the two Amazon sisters were looking to
take away her very own little Stanley. She was staring intently into Hulk's
eyes as they talked, and his bulge was straining the little Hulk pants almost
to bursting. She looked for all the world as if she would really like to see
his Little Hulk when it was angry. "They're already eye-fuckin' each other,"
said Patty for emphasis.

"Eye-fucking?" said Stanley to distract from the truth of what she said. "Is
that a Kentucky expression?"

"Nope, it's a Penny and Patty expression," said Penny. "We eye-fuck people all
the danged time. Usually leads to REAL fuckin' when we do it."

"Come on, Stanley!" said Patty sweetly. "She won't miss you for a little
while. We can give you a tiny little taste of what it would be like if you
come with us; then you can make whatcha call an INFORMED decision about your
future, if'n you know what I mean."

The two gorgeous towers sandwiched him: Patty bent down and kissed him deeply
while Penny crowded in from behind and reached around to massage his nipples.
He could feel her breasts resting on the back of his shoulders while her hands
explored his chest and belly, and then suddenly Patty's hand felt up his thigh
through his harem pants and moved upward to massage the tent pole that was
converting them into a big top worthy of the circus.

"Mmmmmuuhhh" he moaned involuntarily, his consciousness overwhelmed by the
goddess sisters' sensual assault. After only a few seconds he felt he was
about to explode into his pants. The girls seemed to know exactly what was
happening to him; at that moment they broke off their attack and stepped back,
leaving him exposed there, his tented pants visible for everyone to see. But
he was too distracted to be embarrassed. He was panting, his heart racing, his
complete and total arousal almost out of control. No one had ever affected him
so intensely, so quickly, not even Debra.

"Well?" said Patty and Penny in unison.

"W-well, uh..." stammered Stanley, his mind still foggy with lust. But, before
he could formulate an answer a loop of chain passed over his head and
tightened around his neck, jerking him sideways away from the girls. He tried
to pull away forward but Debra pulled the chain hand over hand until Stanley
was reeled in almost all the way to her. Then she turned and pulled the chain
over her shoulder until Stanley's back was against hers.

She was about yank him off the floor onto her back like a sack of potatoes
when Penny hollered, "HEY! YE'RE GONNA HURT THE LITTLE FELLER DOIN' THAT!"

Penny moved toward them but Debra turned and launched a snap-kick at her knee.
It missed, but connected above it without much power. It was enough, though,
to make Penny pause for a moment.

"BACK OFF, SASQUATCH!" Debra bellowed. "This is MY little wimp and I'll do
whatever the FUCK I want with him, GET IT?" Without waiting for an answer, she
turned and hoisted Stanley onto her back and stormed toward the exit from the
hall into the main corridor, leaving Stanley's legs pedaling through the air
helplessly. During Debra's momentary distraction dealing with Penny he had
managed to grab the chain and work his fingers under it, preserving his airway
for the time being. The commotion drew the attention of the crowd and most of
them cheered as Debra hauled him away, thinking it was some kind of cosplay
skit. She banged through the exit doors and disappeared amid raucous applause.

Debra was fuming with rage. "SO! When the PUSSY's away the MOUSE must play, is
that it? Well your playing is done, son, maybe PERMANENTLY. If you think I
fucked you up LAST night, you ain't seen NOTHIN' YET! Oooooooh, yeah; the
gloves are comin' off this time, Buddy Boy. I'm not sure how much of you there
will be left when I get done."

Stanley was doomed, and he knew it, but then he had an idea. "ACK!" he croaked
as if he were really choking; he'd had a lot of practice of late, so he
sounded convincing. He then gurgled, went completely limp, and closed his eyes
but left his mouth partly open, drooling slightly, hoping that was what he'd
actually looked like the times she really had choked him unconscious.

Debra eventually noticed he had become dead weight; in her blood lust she
became disgusted that she would have to wait for him to regain consciousness
before she could punish him. "Dammit!" she exclaimed. "The little wimp bastard
decides to take a nap at the worst possible time, just like him to be so
selfish!"

She was in a murderous rage, but also a calculating one. People in the parking
lot might notice her carrying what looked like a dead body out to the car, and
besides, she'd be better off punishing him here, anyway. Less mess for her to
clean up, she thought, especially if she decided to completely end him. The
jury was still out on that, as far as she was concerned; right now it looked
like execution would be the most likely sentence.

She couldn't believe that the little germ could throw her into such a fit of
jealousy that she was actually considering killing him! Hell, two weeks ago
she was on the verge of discarding him and couldn't have cared less WHAT he
did, or so she'd told herself. Now, however, he'd looked at another woman...
no, he'd wanted to FUCK another woman! She could tell how aroused he'd been,
and now she was RIGHTEOUSLY seeing twelve shades of red. She wasn't sure what
had changed, but whatever it was, it left her wanting some fucking JUSTICE, by
God.

She found an unlocked door into one of the convention halls that wasn't being
used, opened it and walked inside. She threw Stanley off her as hard as she
could and he landed with a thud on the thick carpet in a heap. She unsnapped
her slave collar, tossed it and the chain aside, and kicked Stanley in the
right side hard enough to break a rib. "WAKE UP, DAMMIT!" she yelled as she
looked down at his inert form. He didn't flinch, in fact showed no reaction at
all, and she could not tell for sure whether he was even breathing. "Fuck
him," she growled to herself. Let the Universe decide whether he lived or
not....

There was a line of water fountains along one wall about thirty feet away, and
Debra's blinding anger apparently made her thirsty. She walked over to the
closest one and ran the water to get it cold, then cupped her hand and dashed
some into her face to cool herself off. She bent further and drank deeply,
frustrated that the damn things never seemed to put out enough water to drink
enough fast enough. Damn, she really was thirsty!

Stanley saw his chance. He quietly slipped the loop of chain off his neck and
leaped to his feet. Cringing from the pain in his side, he sprinted for the
doors like Usain Bolt. Just as he reached the door, however, it opened and he
ran headlong into big Patty, his head absorbed into her cleavage and his
shoulders cushioned by her humongous breasts.

A surprised "OOF!" whooshed out of her, but she remained unfazed. She wrapped
her arms around him and lifted him off his feet, carrying him back into the
huge room. Penny followed them through the door and made a beeline toward
Debra, who had turned toward the sound to see what was happening. She was met
by Penny's laser-beam stare as the towering goddess closed the distance
between them. Her feet were now bare, indicating she was ready for action.

Debra went into a defensive stance, beckoning Penny toward her with her
fingers, like a character in some cheesy martial arts movie. She licked her
lips and grinned, savoring the battle to come. Penny was exactly a foot taller
than her, but she was confident in her abilities. The bigger they are the
harder they fall, she laughed to herself. If she hadn't missed with that kick
earlier they wouldn't be having this confrontation.

Penny went into a boxing stance and threw a couple of shadow punches while
still out of range. Debra figured she would have an advantage so she went in
low, but came up intending to launch a haymaker at Penny's chin. She was,
however, met by a straight kick from one of Penny's long, long legs to her
midsection, which knocked some of the wind out of her and forced her backward.
Penny followed up, advancing and landing a couple of jabs to Debra's face and
head. Debra danced away, shaking her head to clear it. This was going to be
tougher than she thought, she realized; she would have to do something
different to counter Penny's long distance reach.

Debra rushed in upright but then ducked into a capoeira-style crab stance and
swung her foot outward while putting a hand on the floor to steady herself. It
was a sort of angle kick that connected hard with the side of Penny's knee.
Penny yelped and went down, rolling to her back and clutching the knee in
obvious pain. Ha! It was already over, Debra thought with relish.

She leaped forward and stomped one foot into Penny's midsection, but her eyes
widened when she didn't get the reaction she expected. Penny's abs were rock
hard. Penny's eyes locked on hers as she grabbed Debra's foot and twisted it
inward, causing her to turn away from the pain and fall face down. Penny
rolled to her hands and knees and launched herself onto Debra's back. Then she
raised up and straddled Debra's torso and drilled the back of her head
repeatedly with the heels of each hand, driving her face into the floor and
causing her nose to spurt blood. She used Debra's head as a punching bag for
some time, until with supreme effort Debra pushed herself upward with her
hands and shot an elbow backward into Penny's boob.

Penny yelped in pain and rolled off of Debra. She leapt to her feet waiting
for Debra, still punchy from the drilling she'd taken, to fight her way into a
standing position. Debra turned to face Penny, who rushed forward and wrapped
her arms around Debra in a bear hug and lifted the much shorter woman off her
feet. She shifted Debra to the side slightly and kneed her hard in the vagina.
It was Debra's turn to yelp, more than once as Penny kneed her several more
times taking all the fight out of her, then allowed Debra to slip downward.
Penny reached up behind and forced Debra's head deep and hard into her exposed
cleavage, leaving only her eyes visible.

The fleshy prison closed around Debra's face, nose and mouth, smothering her
more effectively than either of them would have thought possible. Penny felt
Debra's sucking attempts to breathe against her skin and laughed, realizing
what was happening.

Debra began to thrash in panic, but Penny still held her around the arms, her
body up high enough that Debra's feet barely touched the floor. Unable to get
any traction, she tried kneeing and kicking Penny, but was so close up against
her she couldn't generate any power or connect with anything vulnerable. She
found herself looking at the top of Penny's chest, then turned her eyes upward
to see Penny's eyes looking down into hers, smiling. Debra was helpless,
completely immobilized and about to be asphyxiated, and they both knew it.

"Ye're done, honey," Penny said pleasantly, "bless your heart." Debra winced
severely, and tears began to flow from her eyes and run onto Penny's chest.
The bitch was killing her, she thought, and there was nothing she could do
about it. Her sucking became painful, but she couldn't stop herself from
trying to breathe. The end she'd just been planning for Stanley was about to
happen to her. She began to tremble as her death became imminent, and Penny
laughed again.

"Stanley belongs to us now. We'll be done with him in a few months; if he
survives he'll be free to come back here, if he wants. You might be surprised,
though, how many of our boy toys don't wanna leave when the time comes.... But
that's not important to you right now, is it?"

Debra's tears were really flowing now, her running mascara staining the top of
Penny's cleavage. Just as things were starting to go gray, Penny chuckled
softly. "Just remember," she said sweetly, "I could have killed you if I
wanted to." Debra's eyes widened briefly, then closed as her body went limp.
Penny slowly released Debra and allowed her body to slide downward until she
collapsed to the floor in a heap. After a few seconds there was loud gasp as
her lungs reflexively sucked in life-saving air.

Penny picked up the slave collar and chain, snapped the collar around Debra's
neck and wrapped the chain around her body down to the knees, the brought it
up through her crotch and snapped the other end into the collar. "Done!" she
exclaimed. "That's one hog that really needed tyin'."

Standing a few yards away, Patty set Stanley on the floor. "Is she gonna be
okay there?" said Stanley with concern.

"Shee-it!" hollered Penny. "She's a smart, strong girl, even if she is 100%
bitch. She'll get herself loose directly, I imagine. It'll be better for
everyone if we leave now, before she wakes up."

Patty turned Stanley to face her and said sweetly, "Ready, honey?" His eyes
widened and he looked as if about to run away.

Patty grabbed him in her own bear hug and locked his face into her own
prodigious cleavage. "Or do we have to put YOU to sleep, too?" Stanley
frantically shook his head no, and then all the tension left his body as he
became resigned to his fate. "Good boy!" smiled Patty, and hoisted him up over
her shoulder. She laughed as they headed out toward the parking lot. "I'll be
danged, Penny, I think Little Stanley here is happy to see us! My boob kin
feel part of him sayin' Howdy?."

"Ha!" laughed Penny. "Stanley, I think this is gonna be the start of a
beeeautiful friendship?."

THE END??