The woman laid on one of the Pub Tables Stephens needed for surgery, her freshly enlarged Tits still painful but her remodelled cunt now less so but unattractive with the scars still so prominent.
Stephens untied her bonds and she tried to sit up, the weight of her new DD or was it larger Breasts unbalanced her. Stephens carried her to a corner.
They brought three benches from outside then the four were tied down naked.
“Chop their Pricks off” suggested a War Veteran, The Officer smiled.
Stephens took out his rusting surgical instruments and with an oily and blunt Stanley knife he started cutting, he remembered a story about gender reassignment where someone had made a cunt from a mans penis skin and slimmed down the Penis for a Clit, he soon had the entire skin of the Penis separated from the body and he delicately manipulated it within the War Veterans Pelvic area, then a quick cut and the whole assemblage was pushed through an incision and up the unfortunates Anus.
Stephens struggled to stitch up before the wound became saturated with shit leaking from the ruptured back passage and as the flies came and went he not so neatly stitched the gaping hole closed.
He was tiring, he needed a rest, something touched his shoulder, he turned, The Woman, “If you find me a Bra I’ll sew up the rest, Sarah Mallan, formerly Staff Nurse Mallan, at your service.”
He shook her hand as he worked. “There is some Woman’s stuff in a holdall through there” he pointed.
She went as directed supporting her breasts in her hands, “Some filthy bastard has wanked all over….” she stopped seeing his embarrassed grin.
She found a maternity Bra which stretched enough to accommodate her, and felt a lot more comfortable, which lasted about twenty seconds as she found the effect she had on Stephens, the bulge in his pants unmistakeable. “I suppose you want to road test your handiwork,” she teased pointing downwards, the spreading wet patch on Stephens trousers gave mute testimony to her effect on him, she returned to the clothing and taking a pair of small child’s Panties with a few deft cuts and some new elastic covered the scars of her pubes to give a possibly even more obscene look.
The screams of the Victims had aroused great curiosity but it was not until late that
Stephens finished.
The Officer came, “Excellent, now give them Tits,”
Stephens spoke quietly “I don’t think I have any more silicon”
The Officer smiled “Then use these again” he pointed to Sarah.
She was annoyed “No you’re not having my …” even she was shocked
she was supposed to be humiliated not pleased.
The Officer stroked her left nipple. it responded instantly, “Such beautiful breasts.
I shall enjoy them, find something else Mr Stephenson.
There were some shapeless blobs of soft plastic around so Stephens and Ms Mallan set to work shaping then into Madonna shaped cones ready for implantation, and by the end of the third day our warriors were transformed, Ms Mallam used her dainty surgical stitching to remodel a set of curtains into lovely little dresses and dressed the Warriors appropriately.
Stephens watched anxiously as they healed, one went septic so they fed him to the crocodiles, which livened up the afternoon a bit, in fact it was a bit tragic in that Morgan Botsuma was larking about on the jetty when he fell into the pond and was seized by two crocs who tore him in two, he was screaming for help with both legs bitten off, and it took five shots to the head to shut him up, “A remarkably thick skull,” the Officer commented.
“And where are our three little maids? The Officer commented and the name stuck
“Maids” they were now to be called. The Maids wandered around the camp, hands tied behind their backs, their wounds had healed but their frustration built like a pressure cooker until one of them found an old bicycle pump and sank down to force it up his arse and stimulate the itch that needed scratching, his imbedded penis swelled and soon there was a crowd watching the Maid cavorting as he tried to wank himself off using a bicycle pump up his arse, the crowd laughed and shouted, it was so funny, and the Maid was so caught up in things that he could not stop.
The other two tried it in the calm of night and they then fought over the pump till they broke it. They took to begging passers by to fuck their arses, some Traders from the North, obliged but Fuckpig was always available and her cunt much preferred to their arses.
The Maids decided to kill Fuckpig, she suspected their ploy and built a mound in her kennel, burying two grenades and removing the pins, so if disturbed it would blow up and she spent her nights with the Dogs, Soon enough it blew up, two Maids made a nice meal for the crocs, the third, blinded and deafened was sent back to his homeland and Fuckpig’s place in society was secure again.
ABS + PM 2007
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