9 comments/ 158793 views/ 36 favorites The Tittty Torturer By: Goldeniangel note: this story is completely fictional, I do not condone rape or molestation... it is a story. *************************************** He was ready... after waiting for weeks he was finally ready... and so was she. She wasn't especially beautiful, certainly not unattractive though, with short brown hair that came down to her chin. Dark brown eyes were kind and often filled with a smile, just as the smile on her face was never far. At 5'3" she had rather short legs and a short torso... but none of that mattered. For Bree (that was her name, Bree) was the owner of one of the most luscious pair of tits that he'd ever seen. He'd stolen one of her bras last week (silly girl always left one of the windows open in the house) so he knew that she was a 38DD... and a perky one too. Perky ones were the best. It hadn't taken him long to come up with plan... it was a very simple plan after all. He wasn't going to bring anything in and he wasn't going to take anything with him. All he was going to do was get in there and play with those gorgeous tits! Not rape... nothing like that... he thought he'd be pretty safe. After all, so few women reported raped, who was going to report that a strange man broke in, played with her tits and then left without raping her? Probably no one. Even if they did he wouldn't get more than breaking and entering and molestation. It was a nice, safe, easy plan. And he'd get to have his hands all over her teats. Rubbing those hands together it was hard not to shout out with glee as he contemplated the coming night... watching her eat dinner through her window his blue eyes glinted in the bushes. *********************************** Bree woke up in the middle of the night, feeling something lightly touching her breasts. Just trying to shake herself a little, she was suddenly wide awake as she realized she couldn't move... opening her mouth to scream she realized that it was already open and stuffed full with some kind of clothe. Her mouth was dry as she saw a figure looming above her in the dark... it was that figure's hands which were so lightly touching her breasts with his fingertips, raising goosebumps over the large expanse of flesh and making her nipples hard. Each of her wrists and ankles were bound to a bedpost, so that her body made a large 'X'... completely terrified, she sobbed a little as she realized she was about to raped, her precious virginity taken from her in the most awful way possible. Tears leaked from her eyes as she tried to see the person who would do this awful thing to her... but all she could see was the outline of his body, although she got the sense that he was smiling very happily as he played with her large breasts. She shuddered a little as his head came down to her chest, mouth closing over one pink nipple and sucking it deep into his mouth. It felt good.... it shouldn't have felt good but it did. His hands squeezed her breasts roughly, kneaded her teats, smushing them together as he sucked and bit on her nipples. More and more excited he got as he played with them, sucking harder and chewing on her tender nubs, making her cry out behind the gag as her nipples slowly turned a raw shade of red. Suddenly he was off of her, and she felt a stab of fear go through her, thinking that now he would take off her pajama pants and rape her... instead he went over to her drawers and started opening them, looking for something. After a few tries he found what he wanted and returned to her with a pair of pantyhose. Pantyhose??.... Using the stockings he made figured eights around the base of her boobs, wrapping them tightly so that they bulged straight out from her chest. Bree watched horrified as they stuck out, turning a slight pinkish color and tingling a little painfully. When he was finished he tied the ends of the pantyhose together and then sat back on her stomach to admire his handiwork. SMACK! Her body jerked and she tried to scream as he slapped her right boob, making it bobble and bounce, smacking against her other one. With it bound like it was it hurt even more than it usually would have, the blood had pooled into her large titties. He smacked the left one, and then the right, playing her like he would the bongo drums, watching them bounce and flop on her chest and slowly turn a bright pink. It was absolutely delightful, how springy they were, and the pained look on her face just made it even better. Pinching her nipples hard between his two fingers he pulled upwards so that her back arched in an attempt to lesson the stretching. Rolling the tender nubs, his dick jerked as she twitched and struggled underneath him, huge boobs wobbling on her chest. They looked so pretty, their rosy red color with her tender nipples on the top. Lowering his head he began to suck on her flesh, making her shriek as the sucking caused sharp jabs of pain to shoot through her... it was even worse when he began sucking and biting on her nipples again. Her body squirmed and wriggled beneath him, trying to escape even though she couldn't, the pain in her boobs was just so bad. Pulling back he started stroking his extremely hard dick with one hand, slapping her abused tits with the other. For every stroke he applied a slap to her body, getting more and more excited as he abused her mammaries, turning them bright red as his dick twitched in his grasp. Finally he bellowed and tensed, thick strands of ropey white cum began to spurt out of his dick, onto her sobbing body. White streaks on her heaving, red tits. Fascinated by the color differences he rubbed his cum into her flesh, kneading her globes as he did so. With one last pinch to each of her nipples he untied one of her hands and then was gone out the window. As Bree untied herself, releasing her poor breasts from the bondage - whimpering as blood rushed painfully through the abused melons - she wondered why on earth he hadn't raped her. She considered going to the police... but what would she say? 'Oh yes officer, he broke in and molested my breasts but no he didn't actually even touch me below the waist...' Somehow that was more shameful than the actual rape would have been. Instead she just went directly into the shower to wash his cum from her red chest. ******************** A very happy man walked along the street, hands in his pocket and whistling. 'If they did know about me,' he mused, 'Those silly media people would probably give me a name... like, The Titty Torturer'... he laughed then, at himself, but after whenever he went after another girl he always thought of himself as "The Titty Torturer". --------------------------------------- please don't forget to vote and or leave me feedback! The Tittty Torturer Ch. 02 The second time the Titty Torturer chose a girl, he decided to do even less preparation than he had for Bree. It'd be a lot more fun just to see what she had laying around the house for him to use on her... the pantyhose that he'd found in Bree's house had inspired him. Who knew what other goodies another girl might have around for him to use... and it was much more embarrassing for them when he used something of their own, he was sure of that. *************************************** Crystal had long wavy blonde hair, flowing down her back, and big soft brown eyes like a deer's. He thought that she looked soft and angelic, not to mention much younger than her 25 years of age... 5'7" and slim she could have probably been a model except that her huge boobs hung off her at a large 36E. She looked a little out of proportion, but her ass was pretty plump too which helped make her just look more like an hourglass - not that he cared about her ass at all. Those luscious babies would be between his hands by nightfall, that's all he cared about. She was obviously a little rich bitch, he thought, as he broke into her place and headed up to her room. The office job she worked shouldn't pay nearly as much as most of the stuff in her house cost - in fact she probably shouldn't have been able to afford her own house. Probably her parent's money. Passing by a rack filled with horse paraphernalia, ribbons and trophies, he also spotted some riding boots and a crop. Apparently this little princess was an equestrian as well... he wondered how liberally she used that crop and decided to pick it up on his way. In her room it was so easy to tie her up without her realizing what was going on... just like Bree she didn't even notice until he was straddling her stomach and tracing little circles on those huge mounds of flesh. He delighted as her eyelids slowly lifted and then flew open in panic, body straining against the bonds. The pantyhose she was tied with was hers, and it was a little stretchy but not much... just enough for her to be able to struggle nicely, so that her boobs wobbled in front of him. Pinching her nipples he tugged on them and rolled them between his fingertips... and then he closed his fingers tightly, crushing the tender buds and watching as her eyes rolled up in fear and her back arched in pain. Crystal was terrified, she'd never had anyone be so rough with her body before, and this horrible man that had tied her up was now roughly manhandling her breasts, crushing her tender nipples. It was like a horrible nightmare, and she hoped that she would soon wake up and not have to deal with any of it. She had no idea what was in her mouth (it was her own underwear), but it sufficiently blocked her screams that certainly no one outside of the room would hear her. Rather, the muffled sounds emitting from behind the clothe just seemed to delight him, motivating him to rougher squeezes and pinchings. Tears leaked from her eyes as he viciously twisted her nipples in opposite directions... the arching of her back in instinctive pain made it seem as though her breasts were begging for more punishment. Scooting back he went up on his knees for better swinging room and picked up her riding crop. Big brown eyes widened even further as she recognized the instrument, and then she screamed as he swung it down. THWACK! It bit into her tender flesh over and over, leaving horrible red stripes all over the white creaminess of her globes. There was a lot of flesh to cover and he left criss cross patterns all over her tits. Hitting her nipples was especially exciting because she screamed and wriggled, making her boobs bounce as she squirmed and jerked around. His dick was straining forwards, pointing straight towards those bobbling beauties, knowing exactly where they wanted to be. Hmmm. The thought made him stop. Yes, that was exactly where they wanted to be... and why not? They were certainly big enough! But he'd need some lubrication... he wasn't cruel really, he didn't want to hurt her by forcing his dry dick between her tortured tits. Sucking each tender nipple into his mouth, he bit down and smiled at her squeals and gasps before leaving the room. As soon as he was gone Crystal started struggling again, tears still spilling from her pretty eyes, trying to get out. Her breasts felt like they were on fire, burning, and her nipples felt like ripe berries about to burst. Oh no... he was back. Grinning dementedly the Titty Torturer showed her the stick of butter in his hand, it was still wrapped in its waxed paper. She screamed again as he pulled her pants down, sure that this was it and he was about to rape her. Instead he pushed the stick of butter between her pink lips, shoving the rectangular hunk into her warm pussy hole. Her body shivered as the cold butter filled her pussy, and then her heart sunk as he picked up the riding crop again. The butter started softening and melting inside the hot wetness of her pussy as she thrashed and clenched around it, he was still hitting her breasts with the crop, flogging her body. Finally he stopped, and she panted with relief. It was horrible, but she was almost relieved that he was going to rape her now instead of continuing to beat her tits. Instead, when he pulled the butter from between her pink lips he unwrapped it and smeared it over her cleavage, covering the valley between her breasts with the yellow stuff. Spreading some over his incredibly hard dick he grinned at her confused and tearful face. Gripping each red-striped creamy globe he pressed them together, listening to her groans as her breasts were painfully squeezed and smushed together. Pressing his dick to the greased cleavage, he began to push through, shuddering with pleasure as his dick was encased by her abused tit flesh. It felt incredible, and it was even better knowing that he'd abused these gorgeous teats before using them to squeeze his dick. For Crystal, it was all humiliation and pain as he squeezed and pumped, rubbing painfully along the red stripes on the insides of her breasts. Her boobs felt like they'd been kneaded like dough, pounded like meat. When he pinched her nipples and used them hold her breasts up and together she could barely tell the difference in the amount of pain. The time span seemed hours long before he came - although it was only a couple of minutes because he was so excited. Finally, squeezing her purpled and chafed nipples, he gasped and his dick twitched inside the fleshy casing of her breasts, and his cum began to coat her cleavage, sliding down around her neck to give her a pearl necklace. Moaning he massaged her breasts, pressing them against his dick with circular motions as he finished spurting his load onto her. When he was done, he gave each of her tortured nipples one last kiss and suck, and then untied one of her hands before disappearing into the night. Crystal sobbed and held her breasts carefully as she ran to the shower, but just like Bree before her she did not call the police. It was too strange, and she wasn't sure if it would even be taken seriously as a crime. She certainly didn't feel like admitting it to anyone. One thing was for sure, she'd never look at that crop the same way again. ******************************** Out in the night a very happy man whistled his way down the street, running his hand through shaggy brown hair, completely fulfilled yet again. This was the best idea he'd ever had in his life. Oh yeah, things were good for the Titty Torturer right now. ---------------------------------------- please don't forget to vote and or leave me feedback! The Tittty Torturer Ch. 03 She was beautiful, 18 years old (her birthday had been the first time he'd seen her) and ripe for plucking. It had to be fate... blonde hair that fell straight to her shoulders, short at 5'1", and with curves to give guys blue balls. Every part of her body just looked soft and squishy, especially her massive breasts which she tried to hide a little with the cut of her shirts, but he wasn't fooled. They were huge, gorgeous in fact... and her parents had just left to go out of town yesterday. He'd seen her with her friends, celebrating her birthday, and then followed her home. Two days later, as he contemplated whether or not she was worth the risk of going after with her parents home, he'd watched aghast as her parents packed up their car, kissed Clarissa and told her to be good for "the week", and driven off as she waved and bounced... damn those boobies looking good bouncing. They flopped around, if she'd been jumping any harder they would have hit her in the face. It just had to be fate... presenting him with a girl this voluptuous and beautiful and then sending her parents out of town a few days after he'd first seen her? This was going to be great! **************************************** He had her tied up and was straddling her stomach as he played with her boobs, the second night that she was in her house alone. They were gorgeous, 36E's... pretty much the same as the last girl but because she was so little they looked even bigger... they had large silver dollar areola and long flexible nipples. Watching her wake up he twisted those large buds, making her shriek with pain as she came fully awake. The little nubs were the longest he'd ever seen on a girl with boob this big, just twisty little knobs for him to play with. Now that she was awake and he had her full attention he climbed off of her, wanking his long dick as he looked around her room for stuff to use on her... there wasn't much. Obviously that riding crop he'd found last time had been sheer luck. Picking up a bottle of cocoa butter he figured that at least he could get in a good titty-fuck after slapping her around a bit... and cocoa butter would definitely feel good on his dick while he mashed her boobs around it. About to just give up on finding anything interesting and just use his hands until sliding between those gorgeous mounds, his eyes fell on a pair of pants hanging in her closet. The hanger was one of the old spring loaded clamp kind... metal with rubber tips... oh what delicious idea! His brown eyes lit up with glee as he yanked the pants from the hanger and grabbed it, turning to approach the bed with unholy delight in his eyes. Clarissa was squealing and wriggling against her bonds as he bore down on her, it was obvious that this man-shaped figure meant her harm. Although she couldn't see him very well with the lack of light there was something in his manner that made her very frightened, it wasn't that he was a large figure it was just that he was extremely threatening. One streak of moonlight played across her heaving, wobbling tits, the only real light in the room at all. He climbed on top of her again, laying the cocoa butter and the hanger to the side, letting her imagination take over for the items. For the moment, he wanted to wrap his hands around those gorgeous teats. Gripping them at the base he squeezed and watched delightedly as they bulged upwards, nipples pointing straight at the ceiling. Those pointy nubs were much too tempting to resist and he lowered his lips to one long nipple, sucking it deep into his mouth and chewing on it. Teeth nibbled and scraped against the nub as she thrashed and sobbed and he switched boobies. Leaning back to admire the red pointy protuberances, he decided to leave his mark for the first time. Putting his mouth of the creamy flesh of her breast he began sucking hard, until he was sure that he'd left a hickey on her mound, just to the left of her nipple. Going to the other little bud, he licked it and then went to its right, leaving a big red mark there as well. He'd be with her until these faded... even if everything else faded these would stay on her pale flesh for awhile. It amused him and made him feel powerful at the same time. SMACK! He smacked her right breast and chuckled as she shrieked and squirmed. Deciding that it was kinder to give her nipples some time to rest after chewing on them before tormenting them more, he began to smack the smooth curves of her breasts, avoiding the pink tips. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Creamy flesh turned pink as his big hands came down hard on her chest, boobies flying as they were tossed back and forth. The force of their movement along with the actual impact of his hand was making Clarissa writhe in pain, her heavy breasts were pulling at her chest and they were tingling with the smacks he was giving them. Even worse, in some respects, was the fact that he was obviously turned on by abusing her poor melons. Pre-cum was dripping onto her stomach from his excited dick, and he was breathing fast and hard - almost as if he was fucking her - as he smacked her body. Finally it stopped and she sobbed her relief, barely paying attention to what he was doing. The Titty Torturer patiently waited... it wouldn't be any fun if she didn't know what was going on. Hovering over her pink boobs he held the pant hanger, waiting for her to notice this new instrument of torture. At first, when Clarissa saw it she was confused, but as he gripped her left breast tight in his hand and opened the clamp on the hanger, she realized what he meant to do. Her scream was so loud and shrill that it actually came through the gag a little, and she thrashed futilely before him trying to keep him from his goal. It did no good, his grip on her breast was far too tight and all she succeeded in was making the tender flesh ache. He waited, watching her useless struggles, waiting until she stopped squirming and just lay quietly, knowing that she couldn't do anything to stop him. It was only when she looked back up at him, greenish eyes full of pleading that he smiled and closed the clamp over her nipple. More screaming and shaking as she thrashed, unable to keep herself from moving even though it just made the pain worse. Quickly he clamped the right one on and then began to lube his dick up with the cocoa butter, watching as her tightly pinched nipples turned dark red and angry looking. Plumping her breasts together like he would two squishy pillows he began to press his dick into the tight cleavage before him, liking the way she wriggled underneath his body. The hanger bounced and jerked on her nipples as he began thrusting, causing new pain and new squirmings. It was absolutely delightful as she moved underneath him, really just adding to the pleasure as her body moved separately from his. Her breasts felt fantastic, smooth and warm. It wasn't as slick as the butter had made it but he liked the way her flesh clung to his dick, like it didn't want him to leave her expanse of bosom. Moving faster he started really going at her tits, watching as the hanger pulled at her purpling nipples, seeing her face contort before him in the moonlight. God she was beautiful as she screamed. Clarissa couldn't see anything but that awful black man shape above her, his back was to the moonlight and so all she saw was his silhouette as he ravaged her breasts. It seemed that every time she tried to block out what was happening to her fresh pain would stab through her chest, making it impossible for her to mentally go away. When her nipples went numb it was almost a relief even though she worried about the fate of those sensitive buds... at the same time it seemed like it would be nice if they never felt anything again. Pressing his thighs up against her boobs he held them tight around his dick as he leaned all his weight onto her chest. This freed up his hands to yank the hanger from her nipples. The girl beneath him screamed and her body convulsed beneath him as fresh pain ran along her body, blood rushing back into her crushed nipples. Her movements beneath him made him moan, and he pressed her titflesh tightly against his dick as he began to cum. It spread along her cleavage and dripped down into a pearl necklace, and as he shoved one last time the head of his dick popped out of her breasts and the last few spurts got her across the face, spraying her with his seed. She could smell it, and she felt nauseous. To her dismay he didn't leave right away, instead he spent a few more minutes worshiping her gorgeous breasts, treating them almost tenderly. Gentle licks around her nipples, a soothing tongue on her crushed buds, tender caresses to her pinkened curves. It was almost worse than the brutal treatment had been. Finally, with one last kiss to each brutalized purple nipple he got dressed and then untied one of her hands. Like those who had gone before her Clarissa didn't call the police... didn't even consider calling the police. However, for the first time (although he didn't know it - which is really too bad because it would have delighted him immensely) a girl masturbated in the shower as she cleaned the cum from her body, reaching her own intense orgasm as her breasts throbbed painfully. ******************************** But the Titty Torturer was without this knowledge, instead that night he went to bed satisfied with another good job. He wondered if he would ever tire of this new game... probably not. Brown eyes closed in contented sleep. The Tittty Torturer Ch. 04 The first time he saw the pretty redhead he knew that this was going to be a good one. Not because she was stunning - although she was with long wavy dark auburn hair, green eyes and sweet pink lips that curved in a charismatic smile. Not even because of her boobs - they weren't especially spectacular compared to the last two girls, probably a large 34D (although very perky with pale pink nipples showing through her white tank top). No, it was because the first time he saw her she was doing laundry, hanging out some of her sheets and linens on actual lines in her backyard. Even though her breasts weren't especially large the clothespins she was using to hang her laundry made his mind immediately speed to what her breasts and nipples would look like with those wooden clips on them. Yes... yes he absolutely had to have her. Not just because of her fairly large and perky breasts, but because of what he now desperately wanted to do to them. **************************************** Fiona awoke just like all the other girls did, tied up and with a strange man straddling her chest and stroking her large breasts tenderly. There were two new differences though. You see, Fiona always slept naked and always wore a sleeping mask because she was incredibly sensitive to light in her room. Although this meant that the Titty Torturer couldn't see her eyes as he played with her, he also liked the idea that she would have no idea what was coming. The fact that she was naked was rather fun too, although he wasn't overly interested in her pussy it did make his dick twitch at little when he saw the sweet pink folds spread between her milky thighs. Tying her up so that her legs were spread far apart had been fun, and he'd almost had the urge to lick that slight wetness that he saw there... but that wasn't what he was here for. After all, it wasn't like he was a rapist. Leave that to the sickos. But... it was a rather tempting sight. Perhaps he'd have to do something about it... it wasn't like he was lacking for clothespins. Breathing heavily, he got between her legs and took one of the clothespins from the small pile he'd made on her bed. Pulling on her outer labia he closed the pin over its tender fold, enjoying her shuddering scream. Decorating each lip with three clothespins he finished off with one on her clit - which did mean playing a little in her pussy to tease it out from under its hood. This gave him the most interesting reaction of all the girls he'd been with, as her pussy started to drip juices and her moans turned into a little less pain and a little more pleasure. Wide-eyed, he looked up along her body to where her pink nipples had already hardened in involuntary arousal. Well this was certainly a surprising (and fascinating) turn of events! Not that he was going to take her arousal as a sign of "Yes", but he did like the fact that she was turned on while he was doing this devilish things to her vulnerable body. Oh yes, he liked that quite a lot. Very excited now he straddled her body and leaned down to lick and suck on her nipples, biting gently at first and then harder. The fact that she was turned on and now obviously very much enjoying what was happening to her, whether she wanted to or not, actually made him gentler with her. He liked the idea that right now her body wanted what he was doing to it. Of course, that would probably change soon, but that's not what mattered... right now it was fun to hear her moan and feel her body curve underneath him, pressing her breasts up for more attention. This definitely called for a reward, he lavished her breasts with attention, kneading and squeezing them, sucking on her nipples and tonguing little circles all over her sensitive flesh. Hands and lips sent incredible sensations through her as he paid more attention to her breasts (and for longer) than any other man ever had. The smell of pussy filled the air as her body responded to his very skilled attentions, tingling arousal making the clothespins pinch on her lips and send pleasurable pain coursing through her. However, the Titty Torturer eventually did get tired of just being passionate and pleasant... he wanted to have some fun now. Taking one of the clothespins he fastened it on some of the tender creamy flesh of her left globe, listening to her muffled shriek and watching her boobs flop as she tried to shake it off. Now that was really beautiful. He repeated the process on her other breast, switching back and forth as he added pin after pin, slowly working his way up to her nipples. When he got there he did have to tease them a little with his tongue to get the frightened buds to perk up, but as soon as they did they were rewarded with the tight clasp of a clothespin. Fiona shook her body, tears rolling out from underneath her sleeping mask as not one of the clothespins released their grip. The Titty Torturer just watched, admiring his handiwork. Those impressive tits were now distorted and covered in wooden pins, her nipples swollen and clamped - although not quite as tortured looking as he'd gotten Clarissa's. But the overall effect was very nice. Reaching out he flicked a couple of the clothespins, smiling as she cried out again. Now he began the slow process of removing them, admiring the little red pinch marks that they left on her smooth skin. He left the ones on her nipples and reached for the bottle of baby oil that he'd found. Letting the clear runny liquid slash onto her tits, he pressed them together and began sliding his dick along her stomach and between her flesh. Ohhhh.... Maybe he should start bringing his own bottle of baby oil... this was heaven... smooth, slick, warm, wet... almost just like being in a pussy. But it was a pussy made of tits. Sliding in and out of the slippery flesh he used his thumbs to flick the clothespins on her nipples, her body heaving beneath him. Oh yes... he began to get up a steady rhythm, her breasts pressing luxuriously against his turgid dick, engulfing them in satiny softness. Breathing heavily he could tell he was going to cum soon... this was one of the best experiences he'd had yet... her enjoying his touch and then turning that gentleness into torture with the pins... her pink pussy with the pins still on it... and this incredible slickness between her tits... He thumbed the clothespins on her nipples hard enough to pop them off, and to the sound of her renewed shrieks and the wonderful sensation of her thrashing body beneath him, he let loose a torrent of cum over her breasts and neck. So many women with so many pretty pearl necklaces... As he got dressed he looked over at her pretty pussy... it was still rather wet... and it did seem rather cruel to leave the clothespins on it. So he pulled the ones off of her lips, watching her body jerk and twitch. Contemplating the one on her clit he flicked it. She moaned. Flicked it again. More moaning and a definite bucking of the hips. Smiling, he began tugging on it gently but insistently. As her moans increased and she continued to gyrate he increased the speed and intensity of the tugging. After a few minutes his efforts were rewarded with her passionate (although muffled) cries and a flood of juices spilling from her wetness. Leaving the pin on her clit - wanting her to know just exactly what he'd been doing with her body - he untied one of her hands. Fiona was still lying prone on the bed when he left the room and several minutes passed before she took off her sleeping mask and began to untie herself. ********************************* That night the Titty Torturer reflected on his best experience yet... he'd had no idea how much fun it was to make the girls enjoy it for awhile and even cum at the end! Definitely something to try again -------------------------- please don't forget to vote and or leave me feedback! The Tittty Torturer Ch. 05 The Titty Torturer's dick was rock hard even when he was breaking in. Just the thought of this girl made his balls tighten and his dick stand at eager attention... she was perfect, the best specimen he'd ever seen. 5'7", 25 years old, brown curly hair and dark eyes, slim figure but with the most amazing breasts he'd ever seen. Even bigger than Crystal and Clarissa's. Large, round, firm and hanging like seductive fruit off her body, it had taken all his control not to just run to her and bury his face in those gorgeous mounds of soft flesh. Her name was Lori and he was halfway in love with her already. She didn't sleep naked but it was simplicity in and of itself to get her tied up and then begin cutting off her clothes... unlike the girls before her he cut off her top and her bottom. Fuck... she was fucking beautiful. For the first time he felt like he really wanted this one to be good... she was just so incredibly gorgeous... and 38EE's!!!! How many times does a man come across those on such a slim figure? Rather than slowly awakening her with stroking as he had before, he buried his face in those gorgeous mounds, waking her with the fondling and sucking of her breast flesh. The startled girl came awake with the gag in her mouth, her breasts being bounced around her chest as he sucked and massaged with fervor. His dick trailed along her smooth thigh as he lay completely on her body in order to really get full access to those fluffy twin pillows, pink nubby nipples popping out. Moving his lower body he could feel the skin of her thigh as he rubbed it with his dick, for the first time really wanting to not search for any objects of torment but just to bury himself in her globes of soft, firm flesh. It was quite awhile before he managed to tear himself away from those creamy mounds, and by the time he did she was heaving beneath him as well and her breasts were covered in love bites, nipples hard and dark pink with all the attention that had been lavished on them. Searching around her room he opened some of her drawers and the third drawer he opened held quite a shock. Ropes, whips, nipple clamps, huge dildos and vibrators, butt plugs... fuck this girl was kinky! The nipple clamps especially made his dick tingle, they were silver and looked to bite hard... he grabbed those, a long black silky rope, and a multi-strand rubber whip. Oh this was going to be fun. The girl watched with big wide eyes, glinting with pleasure as he found her goody drawer. Approaching her he could see her pussy was wet and her face was eager, despite the items that he had chose to use on her bound body. Wrapping the rope around the base of each long breast, he soon had them popping straight up off her body, bound and slightly pinkish. But unlike when he had done this to Bree, this girl was watching avidly, enjoyment in her face and eyes, her pussy leaking even more as he wrapped her breasts up into balloons. When he put the nipple clamps on her she arched in pure delight, moaning both passionately and painfully. His dick was harder than ever at her reaction. As he watched she wriggled her body deliberately, making her boobs flop and knock against each other... it was like waving a red flag in front of a bull. THWACK! Scream and shuddering as the many strands on the whip left red streaks across her breast. THWACK! Scream and heaving beneath him. THWACK! He could believe it, she actually looked like she was intensely enjoying this beating of her huge breasts. THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! Hitting her harder and harder he watched as her body convulsed, smugly thinking that he was finally getting somewhere. Muffled screams filled the room... but so did the smell of her juices... and then the ends of the whip began flicking against the clamps on her nipples. A few strokes to each nipple and suddenly her screams changed to a very different tune and she was shuddering beneath him. Watching her, confused, he held the whip in the air without bringing it down, trying to figure out what was going on as she convulsed before him. When she finally opened her eyes, her giddy, ecstatic, gluttonous eyes, he realized that she'd just cum. Dropping the whip he pulled the gag from her mouth, demanding as he did, "Did you just cum?" She licked her lips, not answering for a moment, and then a soft voice whispered, "More... please... and fuck me..." Groaning, his dick strained against the air as she murmured these words, he yanked the clamps from her nipples, making her scream with pain and ardor as his dick slammed into her dripping cunt. They fucked hard, her body still spread and bound as he pounded her pussy, his chest pressing painfully against her beaten breasts. As the hair on his chest rubbed forcibly against her battered tits she started cumming again, her tight pussy gripping him like a vise as she screamed her passion, shuddering beneath him. The intensity of the whole evening made him cum before he wanted to, spending himself in her gripping pussy... and while that was wonderful it wasn't exactly what he wanted. "Damn..." he panted on top of her, disappointed that he hadn't been able to spray those gorgeous tits with his fluid. "What?" she asked, nuzzling the ear that was next to her lips. "I wanted to cum on your tits." He accepted the caress of her lips, liking the way her chest squished against him and the fact that she didn't seem to be interested in screaming or accusing him of rape. "Oh." her lips paused and then he felt them curve in a smile, "When then get that gorgeous dick up to my mouth and I'll suck you hard again... only," he looked down at her as he hastily moved into position, brown eyes looked up at him mischievously, "Whip them some more first..." He shoved his already hardening dick into her mouth. That night he not only fucked her tits, he fucked her mouth, her pussy again, her ass... he whipped her tits, her ass and her spread cunt, and through out it all she begged for more. The next morning he woke, realizing that he was still in her bed. Slightly panicked he began to pull away and get up, ready to run. Hands held him back, "Don't go," she purred, "I wasn't done with you yet." Hesitantly, he got back into bed with her. Hesitation took a hike off a cliff as she pressed her sore tits into his face, her hands busy on his morning wood. The Titty Torturer had finally found a woman who liked to have her titties tortured as much as he liked to torture them. *********************************** A year later at their wedding Lori's maid of honor, Clarissa, couldn't help but feel that she'd met the groom somewhere before, even though she was sure she'd never seen his face until her friend had introduced them. Trying to shake off the feeling, she turned back to the reverend, ignoring the feel of the groom's eyes on the clothe spread tightly across her large breasts. --------------------------- please dont forget to vote and or leave comments!! thank you so much! i hope you enjoyed this series =)