Volition

VOLITION Part 3

"Princess" Marie was the biologic product of Jennifer and her first, and now deceased, husband Patricio, an upper-class Venezuelan. Eighteen year old Marie was a sculpture of anatomical perfection. The private-school honor student was visually stunning, 5'6" tall, large blue eyes, light blond hair, a delicate and petite nose, a wide mouth with perfect white teeth and plump lips, muscular, long and lithe legs, her skin blemish-free and porcelain-like. And she had the genetic code of her mother's breasts. Huge, larger than Jennifer's, fleshy bags of liquid weight that wobbled and swung from side to side that hung high on her narrow chest and drooped , even at her young age, because of their overwhelming size and scale; large puckered dark pink and sweat gland –crinkled aureoles and finger-like, tender, meaty brown nipples. During the day her titties were always encased in a custom sports bra, that flattened and mashed the bags of flesh, as innocent little Marie was extremely self-conscious and embarrassed of her cow-like mammaries. Whenever she concentrated too long about her breasts, her labia and cunt would become slippery-slick and produce a neural tingle through her vagina.

Jennifer appeared a little drawn and tired at the breakfast table, her eyes were red and when she moved, it was as if she was in pain and very sore. Paul was bright-eyed and on his third cup of strong coffee after springing out of bed and immediately injecting himself with a cocktail of Anadrol and Equipoise.

"Good morning Marie."

"Good morning Paul."

"Marie, I'm not going to tell you again, you are to call me Father."

"But you're not my father!"

"Jennifer, why don't you explain the facts of life to our impudent daughter."

Jennifer, shaking, drew a slip of paper out of her pajama pocket and unfolded it.

"Paul, Please…….."

"Jennifer, read it out loud, NOW. I told you the consequences of disobeying me. Remember?"

Jennifer started to cry but began reading off the paper.

" "Marie, effective immediately you will ALWAYS address Paul as Father. You will obey Father at all times. You will acquiesce to all his request and orders, without question. Father will use corporal punishments to discipline you every day. Father will perform comprehensive physical examinations every week on your breasts, vagina and anus. Father is your Master. Do you understand?" "

"Are you crazy, Mom?. No, I don't understand, at all!"

"Marie, Father has instructed me to inform you to come home immediately after school for your first examination and punishment. You will rendezvous with Father in the Punishment Room in the basement at 4:00 P.M. You will wear a white terry-cloth bathrobe over your naked body. If you do not obey these instructions, Father will severely beat Mommy."

Jennifer is openly crying now.

"Ok Mom, I will be there. I will. Please don't cry. You are scaring

me."

Little Marie had a difficult time concentrating in her classes at the private Catholic high school she attended. At 4:00 sharp and with fear and trepidation as Marie descended the staircase leading to the basement, she overheard her stepfather on the cell phone talking to her mom. "Just remember Jennifer, if the little Princess doesn't cooperate this afternoon, you're gonna pay big time down here in the Punishment Room." Then he abruptly hung-up. So Mom was not in the house. He had apparently ordered her to stay away for this little event. Marie shivered.

"Princess, is that you? Come over to your Father."

Marie hurriedly walked down the last few steps on the staircase and entered the Punishment Room. Paul had invested a lot of time and effort to create his "play room", stock full of bizarre accoutrements. He had purchased a used gynecology examination table, an old leather pummel horse, an old grade-school outside steel gym set, and a potpourri of implements of corporal punishment that he had acquired at a horse tack store and myriad and sundry items purchased at reliable Home Depot. Marie's jaws dropped wide open as she surveyed Paul's perverted creation.

"Take your robe off, Princess."

"Please, please, please Paul don't hurt me." Marie began to sniffle and whimper.

"This is absolutely the last time I will remind you to call me Father. And I also remind you that every time you disobey me your mother will be subject to a severe discipline session. Now strip, you little cock-teasing Princess bitch."

Yes, Father. Please don't hurt Mommy." Marie's neck and movie-star face turned crimson in embarrassment.

Marie undid the cotton sash and the white terry-cloth robe fell off her alabaster shoulders to the floor. Marie was facing Paul in her "birthday suit". Paul's loins involuntarily stirred as blood rushed to his root. Paul's eyes were transfixed on Marie's huge hanging mammary bags, over-ripe fleshy melons, the areoles raised and puckered and her nipple-teats rubbery and thick. No human except for her mother had seen Marie in her naked virgin glory.

Paul standing in the shadows was naked too, his penile gland blood engorged with the urinary meatus already leaking the smelly musk of pre-ejaculate. Paul picked up another parallel scent which could only be the wafting smell of rut-sex emanating from Marie's swollen vulva-cunt. Paul had entered his lust zone now. His Princess's liquid tit bags would become Milkers under his tutelage. A regular regimen of extremely painful injections of prolactin, the milk making hormone and oxytocin, the milk releasing hormone, along with extensive breast massage, nipple stimulation and a hospital grade electric breast pump would make his Princess a lactating cow. Semen began to leak down the side of Paul's pulsating purple-veined penile shaft. He would begin on her titties immediately.

"Ok Princess, up on the table here, on your back. Father needs to perform a thorough physical examination. Hurry up now. Good girl."

Marie hopped up on the padded cold leather platform of the elevated gynecological table; her flawless alabaster buttock flesh wobbled and cushioned the impact.

"That's right Princess, lay all the way back and scoot down a little. You'll have to stretch your legs way out, honey, to fit your pretty little feet in the stirrups.

Stretching out was an understatement. The cold stainless steel stirrups were at forty-five degrees to either side of the table.

"That hurts, Father." If Marie only had a clue how much she was going to hurt or be hurt. Paul got one foot in a stirrup and secured it with the leather buckle strap. He had to pull and stretch hard on the opposite foot and ankle to extend it out of the other stirrup and secured it also. Marie's puffy brown-red external genitilia was totally exposed from the mons veneris down to the perenium and her tiny pink anus. Her labia majora lips were large, fat and fleshy like her mother's. Paul would dry shave her blond vulva pubic hair with a dull straight razor but he had other priorities. He secured his little Princess with two wide leather buckle straps, one around her stomach and another high on her chest below her aroused heaving tit bags, cinching both tight. Finally he placed Marie's head in the adjustable stainless-steel "skull tray", securing her with a narrower leather buckle strap around her dainty forehead. Marie was now imprisoned on the gynecological examination table with no range of movement.

"Father must examine your breasts now, Princess. I will check for lumps. I also should tell you, Father is going to start extensive manipulation of your titties as it is important that they be conditioned for lactation, as you will need this one day when you become a mother yourself."

Please, please father, don't hurt me, please."

"Well Princess, I will try not to but, if you must know, some of the things I have to do are going to be extraordinarily painful. I'm sorry."

Marie was palpably quivering in fear, a light sheen of perspiration spreading across her beautific body.

"Princess, no talking now while I concentrate on my examination but you may scream if you feel like it. Good girl."

Paul went to the head of the table and looked down into Marie's large blue eyes.

"Are you thirsty, Princess, Your lips look dry."

"Yes, Father."

Paul reached down and scooped up a glob of his thick smelly semen hanging off his slimy penile gland. He brought his hand up and pressed his palm over Marie's mouth and plump lips and pressed down smearing the acrid goo into her face. Marie panicked and tried to wrench herself away but, of course, she was tightly secured. She was able to turn her head a little and bit down on Paul's wrist.

"You fucking little cunt! You're going to pay for this, honey. And as an extra bonus, mother is going to pay also. You won't believe……."

Paul flexed his hands and grabbed both of Marie's billowing mammaries at the base of her chest and began to squeeze and manipulate the soft resilient tit-flesh hard. Squeezing harder he worked his way up toward her large puckered sweat-gland crinkled aureoles and began to viciously pinch them around their entire circumference and then he stated to dig his fingernails into the thick rubbery nipple teat meat. Princess was now screaming uncontrollably.

Paul would next prepare a thick-needled syringe for the injection of the prolactin hormones. The normal medical protocol called for intramuscular injection. Paul thought a delayed injection directly into Princess's nipple-teat meat was indicated.

To be continued