Slave (Part 1)

One of the fun things we do with Mom's body is to use it in unusual place or public but hidden places or maybe semi-private places, as was the case with this photo.  Five of us plus her (Gail, Dana and Ruthie weren't there) were at the studio's business office in a high-rise center downtown to do some cleaning and organizing before the reopening on June 1.  The floor where the office is located has several other offices.  Along the corridor, there is what amounts to a janitor's closet, a room maybe 6' x 8' that has some general use things like a bucket and mop, a ladder, a couple of industrial vacuum cleaners and sundry cleaning and repair supplies.  Mandy went to the closet for the vacuum but soon returned empty handed but smiling and breathing heavily from excitement at her idea.  "Guys," she said.  "We've got to get the tits in there," already in the mode of separating Mom from her tits.  We could tell from Mandy's nervous anticipation that this was going to be hot, so we grabbed Mom and, without asking, led her to the closet as Gina followed behind since she took a moment to grab some bungee cords.

We were soon in the small room, door locked behind us.  We ripped her top in our haste to remove it, but we didn't care.  Soon the monster tits were out, nipples hard and growing, our eyes locked on them, our cell cameras flashing.  (In the tight quarters is was tough to get photos without one of us also in it, but we managed as with the photo above.)  The center of the room was well lit by overhead fluorescent lights, but the corners were dark.  Cheap, tacky aluminum and wood shelves stood forlorn against the back and right side walls. On the left was an industrial sink.  Things were dusty and the room had a musty smell as if it hadn't been opened in a long time which it probably hadn't.  It felt warm and humid and clammy.  The gross imperfection of the location made it perfect for the display of the focus of our rapidly over-heating lust - those huge breasts and long hard fat nipples, the incredible wonders of nature surrounded by industrial ugliness.  "Don't start without me," Maria said leaving the room and soon returning with a couple of portable photography lights and the small space heater that Mom kept under her desk.  Maria had us tie Mom to one of the six foot shelving pieces along the back wall.  She plugged in the space heater and put it near our slave.  She had noticed some old incandescent light bulbs on the shelves; she replaced the cool bulbs in the photographer's light with the incandescent ones then, using their clamps, secured the two lights on  either side of Mom, positioning the lights to focus on the tits.  We were set; we were on fire; and we had the most glorious set of breasts tied up and waiting for us with no one and nothing to stop us.

We stepped back - what little we could - and admired our handiwork: hands bound to the shelving as though tied to a St. Andrew's Cross; the intense, hot incandescent bulbs glowing down on the chest; the area around the slave uncomfortably warm from the ambient mugginess of the room to the heat from the lights and the warm flow from the heater.  "The pants," Mandy said.  Shit, she was right; we were so focused on the tits we had left the leather pants on.  The juices had to escape and, besides, the incredible sexy legs in heels would add to the ugly surrounding/perfect specimen dichotomy.  She and I went to the slave and roughly removed the pants.  Stepping back again, I had two more suggestions.  The first one - put the bucket between the legs to catch the juices was voted down; it would hide the gorgeous legs.  My second suggestion - a gag - was unanimously accepted.  Gina grabbed the half torn blouse, tore it in two and tied a gag around the head.

Perfect!  The body could not have been more perfect for our ravenous desires; the surroundings could not have been much more pitiful.  "Mild torture is sexy as hell," I whispered to my conspirators, nodding toward our slave whom I had heard speak those words.

"Let's no be too mild," Gina suggested.

"Two on the tits, two on the nipples, one on the legs?" Mandy asked as we all still stared at the bound and gagged wonder before us.

"We'll take the left one," Maria said meaning she and I would attack the left breast.

"Mandy and I will take the right one," Gina said.  "You good with worshiping the legs to start?" she asked Daphne who nodded.  It was as it should be; among us, Daphne is more the lover than the torturer.

None of us made the move at first, the view was so overwhelming and the anticipation so wonderful: one of the biggest sets of tits in adult entertainment; almost assuredly the biggest, longest nipples; the milkiest juggs of a non-pregnant model any of us had ever heard of; and cunt that could cum in lots of orgasmic juices 10 or more times an hour; and those beautiful, very sexy legs.  "Let's go," I said after maybe 20 minutes of staring.  And we did!

(Damn, sorry, I got myself so horny I have to go do something about it.  I'll try to finish this tomorrow with another pic.)