EXTRACT 1

"Yes," Laura said. "I think you understand.  We`ve taken your mobility,
your voices and your hair.  You will live naked and immobilized, unable to move or speak. 
You will exist for our amusement, and for nothing else." 

"You know what the best part is?" Amanda laughed.  "You boys willingly put
yourselves into those chairs.  You were such big, strong, muscular men, weren’t you?  But
now you are absolutely helpless before two women, and you did it all to yourselves just
because you were unable to resist the sensual lure of a couple of women.”
 
The headsets were placed over our heads once more.  Before my eyes were a set of breasts
that I now recognized as Amanda`s.  They filled my world, jiggling right in front of me as
she walked.  They jiggled endlessly.  Over and over again they jiggled as the film looped
and repeated for hours on end.

Amanda walked, and Amanda’s breasts jiggled.  Amanda’s breasts jiggled, and Amanda
walked.  Amanda walked and insanity jiggled.  Amanda’s breasts jiggled and insanity walked
abroad to fill the world where my rationality had been.

It was close.  And, just in time, there was Amanda’s ass snapping me back into a world
where something more than breasts existed, until that too took me to the brink of madness
for more than a few hours.  There she was again, and this time she was in the shower where
a wetter mania threatened to drown my senses.  

Now there was Laura, breasts, ass, shower, and the sequences of Amanda were repeated. 
Time became meaningless, with the breaks when we were spoon-fed bland but nourishing food
seeming to be days apart.  We were too stupefied even to complain when our gags were
briefly removed for this, sucking at the spoons as though we could somehow find release by
taking every last trace of goodness from them.  I have no idea how often I slept, but I
know that when I did sleep it was only to dream of Amanda or Laura.



EXTRACT 2

"I think we should sit on their faces," Amanda said.  “I prefer to be on top. 
It makes me feel... well, you know, in control."

She was smirking, and making it clear they had already discussed this and what they were
saying had been planned purely to stoke our fires.  And our fires now, after a year since
either of us had last cum, were already as hot and as fierce as the furnaces of hell.
 
"Of course, we still have to decide whether we should face upward toward their faces
or downward toward their bodies." 

"I think it should be upward," Laura decided.  "That way, we can see the
pleading look in their eyes as they beg us for relief." 

"Yes," Amanda agreed,  “I can see that, but if we face downward then we can see
their erections straining and throbbing, their balls bulging and bloated with desires that
will never be satisfied and will only ever burn worse and worse." 

"Yes, it really is a dilemma," Laura said in mock seriousness. 

"Oh, sometimes the solutions are so obvious if you can only think outside the
box," Amanda said. 

"Um... everything these boys do is outside the box," Laura smiled.
 
They both broke up laughing as we struggled in helpless rage and frustration. 

"Yes, yes," Amanda giggled.  "I walked into that one.  What I meant was
that we’re not limited, are we?  We can just do all of it.  There’s no hurry.  It’s not
like these boys are going anywhere." 

"Hmm, no indeed," Laura purred.  "They exist now only to please us."