from pain, anger and powerlessness, when finished. After taking a few deep breaths, she repeated the operation. Then she went to the decoration of the second nipple and stood in front of the door.

- Yeah, well, yes, realized ... Dull cow. Take a dildo from the shelf ... Come on, work, I will not help you forever! -

The voice was gone again, and Natella leaned her breasts with a hellish ornament to the openings in the door. The keys entered the slots, clicked, the light went on. Nata stretched her arms up and pulled the arms. Time! Her breasts squeezed as if in a vice, a click, the spokes locked in and sank deep into the door. Her nipples stretched inward, as if the door wanted to flatten and tear off her long-suffering breasts. And then ... Then the door became transparent, like glass, and Nata saw her nipples, brutally stretched forward behind the spokes, so that the holes from the spokes became ovals and through them, if desired, you could easily push another 2-3 pencils. Above and below the breasts, two syringes were visible and the more she pulled on the arms, the closer they approached.

- Come on, retreat late, if you let go of the handles - say goodbye to the exit and tits. Pull that there is strength, if you want to get home someday, slut ...

Nata closed her eyes and pulled. The syringes entered her flesh, the blunt, thick needles plunged into chest strings, and the pistons went down, inflating the skin whitened by tension with a whitish liquid. The door moved to the side. Standing on her tiptoes, not knowing where to go from the pain, Nat moved along with the transparent canvas of the door to the edge of the opening, looking through her tears at the swelling bags of her own breasts. Once small, but now it looks like it is in the past. If they survive, the razmerchik will be with a decent melon ... When the hole in which Natella's right breast was tightened turned out to be on the edge, all the same something clicked and the nipple jumped out of the clip in which the knitting needles were held. The handle at the top disappeared over the edge and Nate had to let go of her hand so that she did not squeeze. Having slipped a little more, the door released her second nipple. Natella fell off the door, looking at the two swollen balls into which her chest had turned. The spokes now drowned in tightly stretched internal pressure of the flesh, sharp tense nipples before the spokes were dripping with white and pink drops ...

- C things to go! - voice snort. - Smart ... -

Supporting the swollen balls of the breasts with her palms, Nat went out into a dimly lit corridor. Metal riveted walls of thick sheets of metal, at the same time reminded of the ancient fortress and the spacecraft. There were doors to the right and to the left, the same as those through which she passed, with grooves for her breasts and handles on top.

- You will go to the right, you will get on the clitoris. Left to go ... However, you left already left ... I do not recommend ...

The door behind her closed. Nat jerked from a sharp grinding sound when it happened and her head squeezed into her shoulders jumped forward. From a jump the breasts swayed and sharply twitched, pulling the skin even harder. A strangled cry escaped her. Pulling pain at the base and constantly aching holes with knitting needles - it seemed that it could be worse, but it was obviously not worth jumping with breasts filled with liquid ...

Listen to the voice or not? Natella did not know. The doors on both sides of the corridor were the same. And apparently again will have to give to the torn chest ...

- You think for a long time. Waitresses need to think faster ... Especially from Odessa ... -

How does the voice know that Nata is a waitress? However, it does not matter ... From the floor at the edge of the door, from where it had just come out, a series of spikes leaped out. A second later, one more. If you don’t hurry, they’ll fill the corridor, and you don’t really run barefoot for such a person. And she did not take her shoes ... Nat looked around at the door, from where she had just left.

- I told you, with things, and now it's late, the train has left! Said the announcer cheerfully. - Give in to heat, such a bitch! Stir rolls!

Nata rushed to the right door, helping with her hands, began to stuff into the grooves of the breast, trying to get the needles to the right place as quickly as possible. The inflated breast interfered, Nat squeezed her hands with her palms, squeezed them into the hole without looking at the liquid that was white-pink from the blood that oozed from the nipples and the extra holes. Finally it clicked, a wave of pain flooded her, she could barely raise her arms to cling to the arms at the top. In the holes, something squeezed her breasts, stretched, although it seemed that after the first door and the syringes there was nowhere else, the door became transparent again and Nat saw a mechanism that wrapped the base of her chest with a plastic cord, the same that they cut off for some time backwards Now both breasts looked exactly like balls, but not like melons, since at the base they were so tightly tied with a cord that it seemed that a little more and the breasts would simply be cut off with stitches from the body. The pink mass became redder and now it was squeezed out directly from the holes of the spikes and from the syringes. The door crept away. Already almost at their very feet, spikes were crawling out of the floor. Standing on tiptoe Nat moved after a leisurely door. In the meantime, the door was not in a hurry to let go of her nipples. Now the edge rested on the flesh, now the chest is crushed against a rusty riveted platband. Nata, in horror, tried to pull the levers even harder, but nothing happened. Finally, something clicked, and both nipples immediately freed. Nat almost fell on the thorns, when suddenly became free from capture. The door disappeared into the slot, and the tortured, roaring girl stepped into the next room.

Lilac-purple velvet, spattered with blood, covered the walls hung with frames with photos brutally tortured in different mechanisms of girls in gas masks. A pillar jutted out of the floor in the middle of the room, which showed something like a saddle with something sticking up from above. On the contrary, there was another door, but without the recesses for the breasts, and the screen above it.

- Congratulations, you took a step on the way home! Truth to the left would have been shorter, just one door, but that's not interesting, is it? -

Nata looked back to see the door to that room closing behind her. She went to the saddle and found that the objects sticking out from above are two rubber members, at a short distance from each other, similar to annelids - segmented, with a round head and with a hole at the end. She looked around the room. Black and white photographs depicted girls in a corset like hers, in a white gas mask with a veil at the back. Most of the photos also had knitting needles in their breasts. Nat with horror considered this monstrous gallery. Somewhere from the girl skinned legs like monstrous bloody stockings. Somewhere she had bloodied fingers without skin trying to do something in an incomprehensible mechanism. On others, and at all the limbs were amputated and the stumps were closed with steel strips. On a pair of girls hung on dozens of threads, pierced the skin with shark fishing hooks. And part of the hooks stretched out of her vagina and anus. Right from the inside ... On the same photo, the second girl, who seems to be without a gas mask, but was only visible from the back, herself in a corset, ripped off and in traces of hickeys, resting her foot on the back of the first person crucified in a metal frame, tightened her back lacing on her corset. Suddenly the familiar room flashed. Saddle and girl sitting on it. It was filed in close-up, side view, a hand tucking the second member into the anus, a rounded thigh with traces of hickeys and lashes. It seems that this is what is required of her to continue ...

Nat walked around the saddle. Metal construction of small hexagons with small gaps between them, a slightly wider line dividing the saddle in half and sticking out two members in the middle. Ahead, two handles of something black, seemingly shiny rubber, also in the form of members, protruding upward, like two joysticks on a bicycle handlebars, were found.

She sat down carefully, so that the members were behind her. The saddle was cold, goosebumps running down my legs.But for evacuated swollen lips, it was even a relief.

- Insert members, grab the handrails! - sounded a voice that Natella has already hated. Before the saddle the screen flashed in the air, showing Nata's figure on the side in a translucent display and the saddle with the members in natural form.

She stood up, put her hand between her legs and sent the first member into the vagina. On the dry, he painfully moved apart the edges and climbed very reluctantly, and then Nat, like a real pornstar, spat on her hand and smeared her ringed member with saliva. Repeating the operation immediately and with the second, she sent one into the vagina, and then moved her hand back - in the anus. I sat down and then it seemed to prick her - she had already seen it, in the photo, right here is such a position of the hand, raised above the member's thigh. But did not have time to comprehend. The members strained, straightened, plunging into her exhausted depths, the edges of the saddle wrapped around her legs, fixing the position of the body, pulling it to the saddle. Hexagons opened like small mouths and vacuum suckers stuck into the entire inner surface of the thighs and in general all the skin that touched the saddle. The front, the former of a normal human size of 15 centimeters, slightly increased, swelled, and as usual rested against the wall of the vagina, which seems to have already managed to shrink to its usual size. Back swelled to the appearance of a thick Christmas tree, Nat clearly saw his transformation on the screen. Its base has not yet become thicker, so it was almost not painful. The saddle leaned back, the body sagged on the members more strongly, practically hanging on them, as on two hooks.

She hurried to grab the handles in front, to at least somehow reduce the pressure, squeezed her hips, pressing into the saddle. Handles were slippery and sticky at the same time. The hands slid along the mucus, feeling the roughness and the pseudo-flesh of the two joysticks interlaced with the vessels, and at the same time the palms were stuck and could only move within a couple of centimeters up and down the handles. The seat below it clicked, opening into two halves, a crack ran across the floor, fell down a piece and Natella found herself sitting over the monorail. From fright she tried to jump off, but realized that she was stuck tight. The door in front swung open and the saddle, along with the frightened rider, slid forward along a thread of steel crossing the dark abyss. In the dimly lit bluish light at regular intervals the corridor, whose walls were like the insides of an alien ship, and the floor and ceiling disappeared into the darkness, only the same monorails gleamed somewhere far below ... Saddle sagged, polished steel of the rail touched the clitoris.

- Do not forget a good jerk! Only this can save your clitoris! - the voice was lost somewhere behind, followed by a tilt down and Nat squealed with horror on the hellish roller coaster into darkness with a shriek of horror.

(To be continued?)