"So Mom, did you all have a good time last night?"  Brenda asked Marnie entering the kitchen with a smirk on her face.

"Brenda Honey, it wasn't what it looked like."  Marnie said, unable to look her daughter in the eye.

"Oh?  Then what was it?"  Brenda goaded.

"Can we talk about it later please?"  Marnie pleaded.  "Can I fix you anything for breakfast?"

"We're modeling tonight.  Now remember, you promised last night I could do it." Brenda asserted.

"Well, what exactly is it?"  Marnie asked buttering some toast.

"Two women and two men are needed during exhibit hours to be on kind of a set." Brenda explained.

"You're going to be clothed I hope."  Marnie said smelling the coffee in the
pot.

"Sure Mom, we wear bodysuits, I think."  Brenda said.

"What is the exhibit?"  Marnie inquired.

"The part we would be in is called 'Circling the Drain.'  I don't know much more than that."  Brenda replied.  "You'll do it with me, won't you?"

"I don't know.  The last time I modeled with you, I was in way over my head." Marnie said now washing dishes.

"Mom, you loved it.  Admit it.  Modeling is cool; it's exciting; and, you never
know what is going to happen next." 

"When do you have to do it?"  Marnie asked.

"Tomorrow is the opening night.  Walter said we'd be up first, because the
artist has been setting up this part of the exhibit under tight wraps and the
museum didn't know they would need us until the very last minute.  We might have to work extra shifts in the beginning if they can't find more models."  Brenda said.

"Well, since it is at the Art Museum, I have faith that it is decent.  I'll go
with you, and maybe I'll model too."  Marnie conceded.  "What time do we need to be there?"

"We need to be there no later than 5:00 for costume fitting and makeup.  The show opens at 6:00."  Brenda explained enthusiastically.

They arrived promptly and asked the person at the information desk where they should be checking in.  They were directed to a double white door that opened to a hall leading away from the exhibition floor.  They followed the directions until they arrived at a door with "J. Stewart & Crew" taped to it.  The room was made into a temporary studio, with tarps, paint cans, rollers and brushes, crudely put together makeup tables, and movable racks with white costumes hanging.  They stood for a moment, hoping the appropriate person would come forward and direct them.  Eventually, one of the makeup people approached, introduced himself as "Jeremy," and asked if they were the artists for the show.  He was a lissome man, affective in manor, and wore exaggerated style in his clothing. 

"Right this way Ladies."  Jeremy said, turning toward the makeup and dressing areas, signaling them to follow with an index finger.  By the costume rack he picked two drooping full-body outfits and handed one to each.  "Here, I think these will fit.  You can put them on behind the curtain.  Please put your hair in these caps."  The curtain was a tarp draped over a horizontal pole about shoulder level.  The caps were a white elastic pull over style swimmers use.

Marnie and Brenda took off their clothes quickly in an effort to get the costume on before someone happened by at either of the sides.  They were about to step into the suits when Jeremy, standing sideways to the curtain looking straight ahead of him to their side announced, "No foundation garments please." 

Marnie and Brenda reluctantly removed their bra and panties and quickly began pulling the suit up their bodies, when Marnie, trying to see the henna tattoos on Brenda's breasts, said aghast, "Brenda, wait a minute.  What have you done to yourself?" 

"Oh these?  They are temporary.  They'll fade away."  Brenda said
matter-of-factly.

"But how? . . . When? . . . What is it?"  Marnie asked.

"Mom, they are painted on.  The skin is just stained not tattooed.  It is not
permanent like . . . like these ring-a-dingies."  Brenda said flicking one of
Marnie's nipple rings with her index finger.

This had the effect of stopping Marnie's protest in its tracks, so they resumed
pulling on the costumes.  The white bodysuits stretched to fit in all places
ending in a close fitting hood for their heads.  Instead of the suit flattening
their ample chests, the suit contained extra material for their breasts to allow
a more natural hang in the snug pouches.  The suits were totally white hanging on the rack, but now that they were stretched across their bodies, they could see each other's nipples faintly through the material.  Neither of them mentioned the discovery so as not to dampen the moment.  They were both relieved, however, that their hair, formerly between their legs, had been
shaven, or it might show as well.  When they each had the material stretched as comfortably as possible around their bodies, they came from behind the tarp and stood with their hands folded in their laps awaiting further instructions.

"Oh, you two are lovely.  You'll do very well tonight."  Jeremy said.  "Why
don't we finish the look with some makeup and color."

They were led the short way to the makeup area where Jeremy directed two
anorexic assistants to finish the look.  The look amounted to their feet, hands,
and faces being painted solid white, their toenails painted bright red, and
matching bright red lipstick painted on their lips.  The net result was two
totally white attractive female bodies with spots of color at the tips of their
feet, hands, lips, and the blue of their eyes.

"You two look simply delicious.  Well, now it's time for you to meet up with Mr. Stewart at the 'Drain.'  Please follow me."  Jeremy said.

They followed Jeremy down the maize of corridors, watching his butt move more like a woman's than a man's. When they went through a door into the exhibit hall, they found themselves in an artist's creation all in white, and in dove gray where the artist intended shadows.  It looked like a spiraling railroad track turning in on itself down into the center of a set of crumbling buildings.  A pensive man dressed all in black with fire red hair on his head and beard brightened when he saw two of his characters in the flesh, so to speak.

"Welcome, welcome, welcome."  He said, holding forth his hands to help them step onto the set.  "My name is Julian."  Marnie and Brenda introduced themselves. "It is hard for me to recognize exactly what you look like, which is the purpose of the makeup, but I can certainly see you have magnificent bodies."  They thanked the man.  "Let's turn this on, shall we?"  He said stepping off with them.

Slowly, everything on the set moved in a circle except a totally white handcar, with the pump handles rising and lowering like a seesaw.  As they stared at the set, they took on the vantage point of the sidecar passing through ruins along a track that hypnotically spiraled into its middle.   Marnie and Brenda watched in amazement at all of the intricacies of the moving set. 

"What will you have us do?"  Brenda asked enthusiastically.

"Here let me stop this. . . . There.  You ladies will be operating the handcar.
Step on up there.  That's it.  Now I have to lock your wrists to the bar like
this."  They looked inquisitively worried.  "It is to avoid any unfortunate
accidents.  You'll see why that is when the set is complete."  They took their
places on the handcar, feet in footholds two feet apart, hands latched to the
bar, with Brenda facing backwards to the movement of the set.  "Let's start it up again and you'll get a feel for the movement."

The set started to revolve again and the bars took Marnie down when it was
taking Brenda up and visa versa.  With their feet in a set position and their
hands attached, they were at the mercy of the up and down of the bar.  Their
breasts hung fully and freely and their rears were lewdly displayed.  They were thankful that they at least had on bodysuits to cover their skin.  Mr. Stewart turned off the set.

"There you see?"  He said looking at his watch.  "Merde!  Only fifteen minutes before unveiling, where are the other models?"  He muttered looking around the staging area.  The din could be heard from the waiting visitors around a corner at the entrance to the hall. 

After much fretting, and only five minutes to go, Jeremy appeared with two male models dressed similarly except for no color touches.  Their bodysuits had a slightly snug pouch for their penis' and another for their scrotums so they would be displayed in full form from their bodies.  In all white, their bodies looked to be chiseled out of alabaster stone.  They were hurriedly instructed to climb up on some white posts in the rubble and to have their wrists locked to white lintels overhead.  When they were positioned, they looked like figures trying to keep themselves from falling to the ground, their feet on random pieces of wreckage rising from the set.

"Okay places everyone."  Mr. Stewart directed to those involved, and threw the switch.  The set moved, and the handcar was drawn through the outstretched legs of the male models bridged above, placed at opposite ends of the set.  It became apparent to Marnie and Brenda just why their hands were secured to the bars.  Just as the back of Brenda's head was about to make contact with the model's genitals, she was pulled down out of the way and Marnie was brought up to see the genitals approaching her face.  Then as her face was about to smash into them, her face was pulled down safely out of the way.  After several minutes of adjusting to the dizzying sensation of the movement around them, Marnie and Brenda noticed the crowd of visitors milling in to see the exhibit.

Marnie felt a little like an animal on display for commenting onlookers at the
zoo.  She was having a hard time feeling secure enough in the mechanics and
design of the set to take her eyes off of the genitals heading for her face to
look at the audience assembling around the two of them.  This was so public and she was the next thing to being totally naked.  "What if someone recognizes me under this makeup?"  She wondered.  There wasn't enough time to find out.  The apparatus turning the exhibit slowed to a halt and the smell of an electrical short started to fill the air.

Mr. Stewart excused the models and told everyone to return at 1:00 the next day.  Brenda asked Marnie what she thought while they changed.  Marnie really didn't know what to think.  The experience was so surreal and odd.  "Well, we're gonna do it tomorrow right?"  Brenda asked.

"I suppose."  Marnie replied mournfully.  "Maybe we can find someone to take my place."

"But it is still okay for me to do it, right?"  Brenda asked.

"Sure Honey."

After asking Susan and a couple of her friends, Brenda announced to Marnie that she couldn't come up with a replacement.  Some of them were put off by the revealing outfits Brenda described and the others were put off by the fact that it would be hard to tell it was them performing with their heads covered and faces made up such.  So, with 1:00 arriving they were positioned on the set as before, and two men were positioned in the hanging bridge positions again.  This time, one of the men was considerably more endowed than before. 

When the crowds came in, many were middle high and high school students bussed in from summer schools and camps for the exhibit.  Brenda felt uneasy about the ones behind her that she couldn't see, because she thought she recognized a couple of them where she was facing.  Brenda heard giggling behind her.  A laser pointer was spotting a glowing red dot on her pussy.  The men started to notice the prank on her sexual zone and let thoughts of her inviting rear target go to their brains.  In no time at all, the men were sporting hardons, one particularly large in size.  Marnie started to reflexively duck her head as she approached them for extra measure as her margin of error was now reduced. 

Then a laser pointer dot started to show up shakily on the men's turgid genitals as they came towards her.  The vision sent waves of lust straight to her groin.  Her body started to heat up and she started to perspire from the libido firing up inside her, on top of the physical exertion.   Brenda whispered,  "Are you okay Mom?"  With a dizzy look on her face, Marnie nodded "Yes."

Marnie tried to take her mind off of the happenings by sneaking quick
conversation with Brenda.  "This is a lot of work, isn't it?"

"Yeah, this cap and hood make me feel a bit warm, even though there isn't much to these costumes."  Brenda said responsively.

Moments later, Brenda saw a group of boys pointing and giggling at her mother's ass.  Then she noticed an occasional red dot coming up off of her butt and following the butt of the models' passing over her, and realized what the giggling behind her must have been about.  With her awareness increasing, Brenda noticed that her mom's costume was growing less white and more transparent with the increased moisture from her body.  She looked down and noticed the same starting to happen to herself.  Her mom's nipple rings were now clearly visible and an occasional red dot was pointing that out.  She could only imagine what the crack of her ass and pussy were beginning to look like.

The groups of school age visitors were herded out to another part of the exhibit by their leaders.  Four people stayed behind, however.  Brenda realized that the one behind her mother was Tony, a friend of Jeff's.  She saw him put something away in his pocket.  A wave of panic swept over her body from head to toe.  If Tony was there, so might Jeff be.  Just as she tried to look around behind her, she felt the spray of warm liquid hit her pussy.  Her eyes and mouth locked open.  "Brenda, what is it?"  Marnie asked concerned.

Brenda was going to answer just as Tony pulled out a squirt gun and hit Marnie with warm water in the same spot.  "Hey, stop that."  Brenda called out as eight guns from four shooters dowsed them and the crotches of the males as they came around, mercilessly until another group started to mill in.  The four made a hasty exit leaving the models looking mostly nude, bothered and trapped going through the motions of the circling drain set.

A group leader took one long incredulous look at the models on the set and
herded the children in her charge out of the area.  As her group was leaving,
Jeff and his cohorts slinked back in, Jeff holding a soft nylon bristled broom
and another holding an extension pole duster they found in a janitorial locker.
Careful not to get the broom handle caught in the legs of the males coming
around, Jeff reached in and brushed Brenda's pussy.  Marnie wanted to yell at Jeff, but the duster having its way with her own pussy was causing a short
circuit in her reactions.  Brenda called out softly, "Jeff, you stop that this
instant," speaking when ever one of the male models was passing over her, "Jeff!  You . . ."

There was no help from the male models who were sporting twitching hardons, now turned on by the pranks.  Then in response to Jeff and his friends' laughing, Mr. Stewart and Jesse came running around the corner and dispersed the pranksters.  "Go get dryers and extension cords.  Quickly."  Mr. Stewart directed to Jesse.  Then he brought the set to a halt.  It stopped with the handcar halfway through the larger model's legs, giving Brenda a view of his muscular butt and Marnie a view of his protruding gristle and sack of plumbs. 

Jesse came running with assistants behind, who plugged in the extension cords and hair dryers.  "Dry them down quickly,"  Jesse ordered,  "while I close off this part of the exhibit to the public." 

Jesse went to the entrance, set up stanchions and cords, hung a "Temporarily Closed" sign, and came back to supervise the drying of the costumes.  The workers were rubbing the immobilized models with their hands in a frantic effort to dry out the costumes.  Marnie and Brenda just let the moment flow, because the sensations were compensation for the indignity of the circumstance, but the male above them told the crew member threateningly, "Don't even think about it," when he made a motion to touch his groin.

They finished their modeling job without further incident, except erect to
semi-erect penises on the male models and wet crotches showing through for
Brenda and Marnie who each remained privately turned on by the humiliation despite their helplessness and embarrassment.  They walked out to the car talking about it.  "Mom, you've got to admit that it was fun, except for that stupid Jeff and his friends."

"Well, I will say this much, I'm thankful for the exercise."  Marnie admitted.
"Let's get home.  I'm beat."

In the car Marnie tried to advise Brenda about staying away from the Larchers.  "No, I mean completely away.  Tonight with Jeff was just a tip of the iceberg."

"You're just coming down on them because you don't like them.  Mom, these jobs wouldn't have happened if it weren't for Walter."

"Believe me, you can live without Walter's strange modeling jobs.  There is a
whole world of opportunities out there."  Marnie advised.

"That's easy for you to say.  You've made your choices.  You've got a great guy; well, no career, but that is your choice; and all the comforts you could need or ask for.  You don't know what it is like for us these days.  We are uncertain about the world even existing for our lifetimes much less getting our piece of the pie before all the pieces are passed out.  We've got to get it while we can.  Right now Walter is the only source of modeling jobs for me and I need to take advantage of it while I can."  Brenda said.

"Brenda, I understand where you are coming from.  Believe me.  My generation was there too.  There are things you don't know, which if you did, you'd understand completely and stay away from them as much as possible."

"You keep saying that.  Why don't you just tell me?  I'm old enough to
understand anything you would lay on me.  Try me." 

"Do you promise you will believe me and not say a word to anyone about it?"  Marnie asked

"I promise." Brenda said turning in the seat toward Marnie with her arm around the back of the headrest and her leg on the console.

"Walter is blackmailing me."

"No way!"  Brenda said in disbelief.  "How can he be doing that?"

"Yes, I'm afraid so.  Well. ... You promised to believe me." Marnie said.

"I will Mom, I promise."

"He is threatening to allow Jeff and his friends harm you."  Marnie confessed.

"No way.  That's not possible.  He's always been so nice to me."  Brenda said.

"Why do you suppose he has worked his way close to you and into your confidence?  Do you really think that we would be giving the Larchers any more than a polite nod in passing if he hadn't planted himself in our lives?"  Marnie posed.

"Well, what is he blackmailing you into doing?"

"Unnh, that is where this conversation ends.  You are just going to have to
trust me.  We can't accept anything from these people any more and avoid all contact."  Marnie urged.

"Mom, I trust you, I do, but is there any way I could have proof of this so I
could really kNOw it rather than acting on faith?"  Brenda asked.

"Well let me think."  Marnie said, creating a silence in the car for a couple of
minutes.  "The only thing I can think of is to tape a conversation in which he
admits what I am telling you.  Then only I would have to be in contact with him again."

"Okay, but how?"

"You'd have to promise me you would assume that what I'm telling you is the truth while I'm trying to confirm it, not the other way around."  Marnie offered
 

"Okay, as much as I can without knOwing it to be true."  Brenda promised.  "You know, I've heard about this 'Spy' shop on Third.  Maybe you could find something there."

"If we have a deal, I'll check into it tomorrow."  Marnie offered.

The next day Marnie called Sally.  "Yes, I've told her. ... Well no, not that
part. ... No, not about you and the others, just that she would be hurt by Jeff
if I didn't toe Larcher's line. ... I was just wondering if you'd like to come
to that new 'Spy' shop with me on Third, Brenda was telling me about, and help me pick out a recording device.  I need to find a way I can prove what I'm telling her is true so she'll know to stay away, rather than accepting it on
blind faith, as she is willing to do for now."

Sally agreed and came over to Marnie's so they could take off together.  Marnie navigated and directed Sally to pull over,  "There it is I think ... Yes that's it, the 'Eye On Your World Emporium.'"   Once inside Marnie remarked, "Kinda creepy, don't you think?

"It's just all this technology stuff and the nerd over there running the place,
probably."  Sally replied.

"Can I help you ladies?"  The ex-con looking clerk asked as he approached them.

"Ah, well, we are looking for concealed conversation recording devices."  Marnie spoke up.

"I have just the ticket over here."  He said holding his hand out in invitation
to walk ahead of him to his right.  Sally looked back growing uncomfortable
noticing the way he was checking them out from behind as they walked before of him in the direction he had indicated.  "Here you go, everything we have in the way of concealed wires."  He picked up a recorder and microphone on a wire and handed it to Marnie to look at.

"I don't know Sally, Larcher would be able to see this under our clothes."

"Take a look at some of these other devices here.  I'll be right back, I just
remembered I need to make a phone call."  The man said and left them alone to browse.

"This is all way too confusing . . .  Oh here he comes again . . . Do you have
anything a bit less conspicuous than this tape recorder?"  Marnie asked.

"Well, since you are women, I do have a setup which should do the trick, but I don't have all of the sizes available, you'd have to try them on to see if I
have one that would fit either of you.  I'll go see what I have available in the
storeroom.  The dressing room is currently unavailable for a few minutes so if
you want to browse while you wait, I'll let you know when you can go in."  He
said with a smile.

Marnie and Sally looked at all of the gadgets and ooed, giggled, and awed at the technology available to the consumer off the street.  It must have been at least fifteen minutes before the man finally announced that a dressing room would be available to them.

"Here, take these, they are the only sizes I have.  Maybe one of them will fit
one of you.  Here is how they work.  This under wire bra has a concealed
microphone in the breastplate here. The under wire sends the signal to this
digital disc recorder here located in the panel of these matching panties.
Someone could frisk you from head to toe," Sally shuddered at the mention, "and they wouldn't be able to detect that you were wired at all."

Marnie and Sally accepted the three sets of gear and giddily scampered to the dressing room.  The room was Navy ships gray, with a mirror on one wall and merely a triangular seat built into one corner.  They both proceeded to take off all of their clothes and stack them on the one seat so they could each try on a wired bra and panty set.  Marnie's was too tight and Sally's was too loose, so they decided to make an exchange before either of them tried on the third pair.  As they stood and admired the fit side-by-side in the mirror, they heard a voice from over a speaker somewhere, "Nice, very nice."

"Oh-my-god!  That sounds like Larcher."  Marnie exclaimed as she turned to go for her clothes.

Sally covered her undergarments as best as she could with her hands and arms since they were translucent, and approached the mirror to see if she could see anybody on the other side.

"No, it's not the glass you need to worry about, Blondie, it's the pinhole
surveillance cameras recording this delightful event."  Came another voice.

"Sally!  Our clothes!  They're gone!"  Marnie announced with alarm.

"Shit!"  Sally replied.  "What's that?"

In place of their clothes sat a large doubled headed raised vein dildo. 

"Oh, I don't think you want to know."  Marnie said knowingly.

"It looks like . . ."

"That's right Ladies, it's big enough for the both of you."  A voice announced.  "Now, if you want to get out of  here with your clothes,  please take those things off and get yourselves ready for Willywonka there."

Marnie tried the door, "Shit!  I should've realized Larcher would know about
this place, being in security." 

Sally picked up the double intruder with trepidation and disbelief.  "Marnie,
what . . .?"

"Shit!  I 'm sure Larcher is behind this.  I don't see any way out but to go
along to get along."  Marnie advised quietly leaning in.

"Marnie, you can't be serious.  Let me try the door."  Sally said.  Sally went
to the door.  When it wouldn't open she started pounding on it with both hands shouting to be let out.   Finally she leaned against the door remembering the last time she was at Larcher's mercy, "Oh-my-god!  You're right."  She acknowledged with tears welling up in her eyes.  Then she resigned herself to the reality that she wasn't going to leave the room until she was let out.

A frustrated finger roll tapping could be heard loudly over the P.A. system.
"Oh ladies, we're waiting."

"That is Larcher.  I'm sure of it.  We're going to have to do what he says and
go along for now."  Marnie said starting to take off the recording
undergarments. 

"Blondie, and you?"  The voice prompted.

Then with a deep inhale and exhale, Sally joined Marnie standing naked before the mirror with hands covering their breasts and pubic areas awash in
embarrassment awaiting further instructions.  "I'd suggest you'd get yourselves ready for Willywonka."  The voice came again.  He's going in whether you do it yourselves or we send in someone less concerned about your comfort to do it for you."

"What does he mean?"  Sally asked sniveling, hoping her understanding was not correct.

"He means, they are going to have that monster in the both of us whether we are ready to take it or not."  Marnie replied in the obvious.  "Here, bend over and I'll help you.  You don't deserve this.  That prick!"

"Marne, no.  It's too big.  It's bigger than a man's wrist for god's sake."
Sally complained.

"Here, just bend over and support yourself with your hands on your knees and I'll help you with it."  Marnie said in a motherly fashion.  Sally spread her
legs, bent at the waist, and cradled her dangling tits from view in her arms
while Marnie rubbed Sally's pussy with the head of the dildo caringly with her
right hand while trying to cover her own large tits with her other.  When Sally
started to moan a little, Marnie checked Sally's progress with her fingers.  She got over the weirdness of touching her sister-in-law in her most private area by focusing on the mission of helping her through the ordeal.  "Now relax as much as you can."  Marnie said trying to start the head of the double dildo in Sally's hole by gently pushing and twisting.  Sally pushed back lewdly to open herself as much as possible to accommodate it, but being concerned with its size and her tightness, she put one hand down on her left knee for support while she used the other to desperately finger her clit to juice up as much as possible.

"Oh gaud."  Sally exclaimed before biting her lower lip, looking back to the
mirror to her left.  "Marnie, it's never gonna fit . . . Oooo argh!"  She
bellowed as Marnie unexpectedly succeeded in sliding it all the way in one
motion.  Now panting to adjust to the pain of the stretched feeling, Sally
supported herself with both hands, while Marnie thought about what she was going to do for herself.

"Okay Missy, you're turn."

"Goddamn you Larcher!"  Marnie shouted, pointing the bird at all of the possible faces looking back at them through the mirror with her right hand and covering her ample bosom with her left arm.

Following an unconcerned laugh the voice loomed again, "Well, are you gonna get busy, or shall I send in someone to get you on it dry?"

"You bastard."  Marnie said under her breath, then backed up at kind of an angle to the bent over Sally with the large shaft sticking out from between her legs, in all the more room the dressing area would afford.  She bent herself and started to masturbate, standing with her legs spread.  She unconsciously looked at the mirror and almost collapsed from humiliation and embarrassment, realizing the image she was presenting to anonymous eyes.  She wasn't about to stop now, she knew what Larcher would do it if she didn't cooperate.  She turned herself till she was facing her future mount, with her busy fingers furiously working her snatch.  She worked up some spit and drooled it into her other hand.  Then she smeared it over as much of the shaft as she could. 

Marnie's touching the shaft sent quivers through Sally, as it stimulated areas
deep inside her she never experienced before. 

"Put it in your mouth, Hot Lips."  The voice loomed.

Marnie started licking the shaft up and down, occasionally getting warm tickles from Sally's pubic hairs along her face.  "Com'on Sister, put your lips around it.  Suck that cock."  The voice directed.  Marnie stretched her mouth to its fullest to see if she could even get it in.  She couldn't get it very far before she backed off of it and went back to slobbering it with her spit as the voice laughed.  When the raised veined shaft could hold no more saliva, Marnie tried to put the tip up to her nether lips and push back onto it.  Sally couldn't push back enough and the trajectory was off, so Marnie asked Sally to go down on her knees and lay her head down so her rear would raise up.  This allowed Marnie to sit back onto it and painfully slide it in until both women were touching butts, fully stuffed.

They both tried to remain as still as possible.  The shaft sent interfering
signals to their brains that made their eyes roll and heads swim.  Then a panel
in the wall in front of each of them opened and an erect cock was presented
through each opening into the room.  They each felt a wave of nausea as they realized what task was about to be thrust upon them.  Marnie recognized the uncircumcised cock pointing at her.  She had had it in her mouth before.  She figured from hearing Sally weeping that the sleazy storekeep must be at the other end.

"We're waiting."  The voice prompted.

Sally gingerly climbed to her feet sniffling back tears, while Marnie followed
her movements to minimize the counter effect of the semi-flexible plastic
sausage stuffed up her twat.  They stood bent over, legs apart, knees slightly
bent, and their backs swayed to accommodate the insistent intruder.  As they
faced the opposite walls, there were just a couple of inches left before their
noses would be pinned to the walls.  They turned their heads toward the mirror to look at the ridiculous site of standing in this cramped room naked, their bare asses abutted and doweled, their breasts hanging down, and tear trails left on their cheeks.  They looked at each other supportively in silence and then each reluctantly turned back and took the anonymous cocks into their mouths and began to fellate the gristle before them. 

When their mouths were both on the cocks pointing at them, one of the men thrust his hips forward forcing himself deep into the throat of his fellatrix.  This caused Sally to gag and push away from the wall, pushing Marnie harder onto the cock in her mouth.  Marnie's gag reflex caused her to react similarly, thus causing a seesawing of the two bodies across the room.  Not wanting to push the other to pull back themselves, they tried to create more room between them by moving their hips to the side, but this only succeeded in creating friction along the raised veined cock they shared.  With hanging tits lewdly swaying, asses mashing, juices mixing, chins pushing on hairy balls, being stretched and stimulated deeply and fully, and eyes fatiguing with nothing but a close wall to focus on, they each were dizzying by the second.  Their moans caused the poles in their mouths to harden further and to push in and out independently of Marnie and Sally's movements.  Marnie stepped to a wider stance for better balance which proved one element too much as she succumbed to the power of her plastic impaler, pushed back, and came, squealing and quivering uncontrollably.

Sally slid away from the cock in her mouth to say, "Oooo, Marnie don't.  Oh, I ... Oh no . . . No, stop ... Ayeee... gahhhh ... oooo, nooooo ..."  Sally came
too, causing Marnie to swim in successive orgasms from Sally's uncontrolled
movements.

Marnie started to tip to the side and they both fell over to the floor,
twitching like fish out of water in last gasps for air.  The slightest movement
of the plastic phallus sent after shocks through their bodies.  All they could
think about was to lay as still as possible and calm their bodies down, then
their recovery time was rudely interrupted with the voice, "Ladies, Ladies,
Ladies.  This pisses me off.  You decide to take care of yourselves before
taking care of us.  Now get those asses up and get back to work."

Marnie started to get up and realized she couldn't without Sally's full
cooperation, "Com'on Sally.  Let's get this over with."  She said trying to stir
her weeping sister-in-law.  Sally started to join in the effort to be standing
again, wincing along with Marnie at the discomfort the phallic dowel was having in her guts.  As Marnie neared the groin displayed through her opening, she watched for a moment at the hairy hand jiggling the balls and base of the cock anticipating her mouth.  She stretched the foreskin as much as she could before putting her mouth back on it in an effort to get him off as soon as possible.

Sally, had no fight left, she mouthed the cock, crying at her plight, moaning at the incessant sensations from her stuffed groin, and started to massage the
balls she had grazed with her knuckles when wiping tears off her chin.

They alternated orgasms, one setting off the other, from the slippery yet
insistent raised veined dildo, their legs locked at the knees to keep from
falling, their chests pushed down titling their pelvises to accommodate
Willywonka, and their necks craned back up to fellate their tormentors.  When Marnie gagged on the cum gushing into her mouth, she grimaced, orgasmed, and drooled it out onto the floor.  When Sally's man came shortly after, she gagged and coughed.  Thinking they were through, they both just stood as still as their fatigued legs could hold them, when the unthinkable happened, another set of fresh cocks and balls appeared.

"Larcher!  This is too much!"  Marnie screamed, turning angrily toward the
mirror, starting to cry in defeat.

Nothing but unconcerned laughter could be heard over the speaker.  "Get to work Ladies.  I'll let you know when you're done."  He said. 

With stiff legs and their hands on the walls for support, the two women attached themselves to the two new cocks presented before them.  Despite the pain, their cunts were so sensitive to the surface of the double cock they shared, being stretched so wide, that they could not stop the successive climaxes, prolonging the tasks before them.  Sally took a load of cum in on an inhale of breath, and fell over taking Marnie with her.  Marnie tried to get back up but an orgasm overwhelmed her keeping her convulsing on the floor.  As she rested with her eyes closed, she joined Sally asleep. 

Marnie woke in panic during a dream where she was sitting atop a painted cement post that had slipped past her panties and up into her twat.  When she opened her eyes, it all came back to her.  The holes in the wall were shut, her clothes were back on the seat in the corner, and Sally was sleeping peacefully on the floor beside her.  She looked at the mirror fretfully and jiggled Sally to wake up.  "Hey! Com'on!"  She whispered forcefully.  Let's get the hell out of here."

"What is it?... Oh-my-god!  I can't believe how sore I am.  I don't think I'm
gonna be able to walk."  She said trying to get to her feet with Marnie's help.

They paused to look at the hunched over, bowlegged figures each presented in the mirror, and grew disgusted at the sight of the crusting cum on their heads and upper body.  "Let's get our clothes on and get as far away from this place as we can."  Marnie directed.  "I'm so sorry you got into this again.  I don't know what I am going to do about Larcher.  He seems to always end up on top."

"Don't worry, Marnie.  We'll find a way, if it's the last thing I do on this
earth, Larcher will pay for this.  Just you wait and see."  Sally said mustering
a new resolve.