Ossuary '94: "Mission Europe"
Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2023 9:12 am
OSSUARY 1994: "MISSION EUROPE"
Somewhere in Europe.
The stronghold of General Vex...
Female sentry, Heather, has been captured by Ossuary, a mutant antihero.
At gunpoint, Heather is pushed into a vacant, dust filled file room.
Under the threat of bodily harm, the beautiful blonde is forced to disrobe.
Heather stands, hands behind her head, dressed only in a white lace bra, a pair of white cotton panties and white socks.
Tears stream down her face, realizing she may be killed.
Ossuary says, "Don't cry, bimbo. You can relax. I've no intention of harming you."
A slight relief comes over the underwear-clad beauty.
"Now, I 'm a lesbian, sweetie, and tonight I'm your new girlfriend."
Heather stutters: "What?! A lesbian?!"
"Yeah. You've heard of lesbians, right? I know blondes are supposed to be dumb. Is your IQ the same as your bra size?"
Heather asks: "Why are you telling me all this?"
"Because, I'm going to have a lot of fun with you. And there's not a damn thing you can do about it, SLUT!" Ossuary informs her.
"You can't!" Heather whimpers.
"Of course I can! I've got the damn gun!" Ossuary laughs.
Using the gun, she motions for Heather to take off her bra.
"You don't mean?" Heather blushes.
"Yep! Loose the bra, sweetie. Let's get a real good look at those tits!" Grins Ossuary.
Heather's breasts are soon free as her bra drops to the floor.
"Outstanding! Excellent boob job, girl." Ossuary comments.
Feeling completely humiliated, Heather frowns and looks down at her breasts.
"Come on! You're not going to try and pass off those rubber melons for the real deal, are you? That bleach must've seeped into your brain, if you think I'll buy that!" Laughs Ossuary.
"Okay, dear, our time's almost up."
Pointing to a dusty table in the corner.
"The table! Get over there and sit your ass down!" She orders.
Heather does as she's instructed.
Ossuary walks over to her and puts her hands on Heather's knees, pushing her legs apart.
"That's it, honey...spread those legs!" Ossuary says with a mean spirited tone.
Heather cries, "Please, don't!!"
"Sweetie, I'm sure you spend a lot of time with your legs spread. Ain't that right, slut?!"
Ossuary gently rubs Heather's panty covered crotch.
Struggling in protest, Heather bites her lip and lets out a low moan.
"Oh, you know you like it! Say I'm a little whore. Say it, slut!" Ossuary demands.
Humiliated, Heather’s face damp with tears. She mutters, "I'm a little whore."
Ossuary replies: "I know you are. My sweet little panty girl."
Without warning, Heather feels a slight pressure on her neck.
Ossuary expertly applies a nerve pinch to the busty blonde's neck.
Heather's mouth opens wide and she lets out a low sigh. Her eyes cross and flutter shut as she slips into unconsciousness.
Whispering into the unconscious girl's ear, "Sweet dreams, honey."
Knowing she has a mission to complete, Ossuary quickly dresses in Heather's uniform.
Shortly, once disguised...
Licking her lips as she gazes at Heather's large breasts.
Ossuary's nipples harden as she sees Heather sleeping, totally helpless in her white panties.
"This uniform's a perfect fit. Thank you."
She closes the door behind her and the room falls into darkness.
With a gleeful chuckle she says: "By the way...your panties are very, very cute. See you around, slut!"
Unconscious and only wearing her panties, poor Heather is left all alone in the pitch black room.
A little while later...
While Ossuary searches the winding hallways of the immense stronghold.
Thinking to herself: "Her uniform's working like a charm. Nobody's even looked at me sideways."
She looks up ahead and sees a set of large metal double doors.
The sign above the doors read: "Command Room".
"Bingo! This is the place." She thinks. "General Vex is right through those doors. I just need a key card to access the room. That's gonna be a real problem."
To be continued...
Somewhere in Europe.
The stronghold of General Vex...
Female sentry, Heather, has been captured by Ossuary, a mutant antihero.
At gunpoint, Heather is pushed into a vacant, dust filled file room.
Under the threat of bodily harm, the beautiful blonde is forced to disrobe.
Heather stands, hands behind her head, dressed only in a white lace bra, a pair of white cotton panties and white socks.
Tears stream down her face, realizing she may be killed.
Ossuary says, "Don't cry, bimbo. You can relax. I've no intention of harming you."
A slight relief comes over the underwear-clad beauty.
"Now, I 'm a lesbian, sweetie, and tonight I'm your new girlfriend."
Heather stutters: "What?! A lesbian?!"
"Yeah. You've heard of lesbians, right? I know blondes are supposed to be dumb. Is your IQ the same as your bra size?"
Heather asks: "Why are you telling me all this?"
"Because, I'm going to have a lot of fun with you. And there's not a damn thing you can do about it, SLUT!" Ossuary informs her.
"You can't!" Heather whimpers.
"Of course I can! I've got the damn gun!" Ossuary laughs.
Using the gun, she motions for Heather to take off her bra.
"You don't mean?" Heather blushes.
"Yep! Loose the bra, sweetie. Let's get a real good look at those tits!" Grins Ossuary.
Heather's breasts are soon free as her bra drops to the floor.
"Outstanding! Excellent boob job, girl." Ossuary comments.
Feeling completely humiliated, Heather frowns and looks down at her breasts.
"Come on! You're not going to try and pass off those rubber melons for the real deal, are you? That bleach must've seeped into your brain, if you think I'll buy that!" Laughs Ossuary.
"Okay, dear, our time's almost up."
Pointing to a dusty table in the corner.
"The table! Get over there and sit your ass down!" She orders.
Heather does as she's instructed.
Ossuary walks over to her and puts her hands on Heather's knees, pushing her legs apart.
"That's it, honey...spread those legs!" Ossuary says with a mean spirited tone.
Heather cries, "Please, don't!!"
"Sweetie, I'm sure you spend a lot of time with your legs spread. Ain't that right, slut?!"
Ossuary gently rubs Heather's panty covered crotch.
Struggling in protest, Heather bites her lip and lets out a low moan.
"Oh, you know you like it! Say I'm a little whore. Say it, slut!" Ossuary demands.
Humiliated, Heather’s face damp with tears. She mutters, "I'm a little whore."
Ossuary replies: "I know you are. My sweet little panty girl."
Without warning, Heather feels a slight pressure on her neck.
Ossuary expertly applies a nerve pinch to the busty blonde's neck.
Heather's mouth opens wide and she lets out a low sigh. Her eyes cross and flutter shut as she slips into unconsciousness.
Whispering into the unconscious girl's ear, "Sweet dreams, honey."
Knowing she has a mission to complete, Ossuary quickly dresses in Heather's uniform.
Shortly, once disguised...
Licking her lips as she gazes at Heather's large breasts.
Ossuary's nipples harden as she sees Heather sleeping, totally helpless in her white panties.
"This uniform's a perfect fit. Thank you."
She closes the door behind her and the room falls into darkness.
With a gleeful chuckle she says: "By the way...your panties are very, very cute. See you around, slut!"
Unconscious and only wearing her panties, poor Heather is left all alone in the pitch black room.
A little while later...
While Ossuary searches the winding hallways of the immense stronghold.
Thinking to herself: "Her uniform's working like a charm. Nobody's even looked at me sideways."
She looks up ahead and sees a set of large metal double doors.
The sign above the doors read: "Command Room".
"Bingo! This is the place." She thinks. "General Vex is right through those doors. I just need a key card to access the room. That's gonna be a real problem."
To be continued...
