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                               (fm, nc, s/m etc)

WARNING: All Fantasia stories contain some or all of the following:
Non-consensual sex, rape, bondage, heavy pain, torture, incest, degradation,
underage characters. If these things offend you, do not read.
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                                MOIRA'S BREASTS
                                by V.P. Viddler

      The cord bit into my wrists, and I knew it was no use to try to loosen
it, though I knew that my position, hands behind my back, was making my breasts
thrust toward him. I was conscious of them rising and falling against my cotton
blouse, but I couldn't control my frightened breathing. I could only stand
facing him and watch him looking at them.

      John could always tell what I was thinking. "Yes, Moira," he said now.
"They are exciting, moving that way. and no, I don't wish to stop looking at
them. In fact, I'm looking forward to putting my hands on them any minute now."

      "John," I said, as steadily as I could. "You are a bastard."

      "You may as well stop tugging at your wrists, Moira," John said. "You
cannot get away. You are my prisoner now."

      "John," I said. "You can't do this. You know you can't."

      "Oh, do stop, Moira," John said. "And say something nice, for a change.
For instance, you could say, `John, I would like you to put your hands on my
sexy round breasts.' Do say that, Moira."

      "Go to hell," I said. It was foolish of me to say it. I knew what he
would say.

      "All right," John said. "I'll just make that call, shall I?"

      I almost sank to my knees.

      "No," I said, choking.

      "What?" John said. "I can't hear you, Moira."

      "No," I said again. "No, don't."

      "Say please," John said.

      Shame and loathing rose up in me, but I choked it down. "Please," I said.

      And John said, "Right. Now say, John, I would like you to put your hands
on my sexy round breasts."

      I swallowed hard. I was shaking. I would have given anything not to
submit to him. But I had no choice.

      "John," I whispered.

      "I can't hear you, Moira," John said, grinning.

      I wanted to spit at him. But I said, louder, "John -- I... would like
you... to put your -- your hands... on my... sexy round b-breasts."

      "Oh, good," John said mockingly. And he put up his hands. Instinctively,
I took a step back.

      John said nothing. He waited.

      I bit my lip. And I stepped forward.

      And John put his hands on my breasts.

      I didn't move.

      "How soft and firm they are," John said. "Ask me to squeeze them, Moira."

      I shut my eyes.

      "No," John said. "Open your eyes and ask me."

      "I --" I couldn't. But I must. "Squeeze them," I said.

      "Please," John said.

      "P-please," I got out.

      John clamped his hands hard. I felt his fingers digging into my flesh. I
felt as though my breasts were in a vise. I cried out and tried to move away.

      "Don't move!" John commanded.

      I stopped. I twisted in his grasp. I bit at my lip, moans coming from my
mouth.

      "Hurt?" John said. "Hurt, Moira? I'm so glad."

      "John, please --" I moaned.

      "No, Moira. No. I want it to hurt. I want you to suffer pain. This is
just a beginning."

      "I can't! Stop!" I howled. John was panting, watching my twisting,
squirming bound body.

      "Moira," he panted. "Tell me to squeeze harder. Go on. Say, harder John.
Harder!"

      "No! My go!" I cried frantically.

      "Say it!" John demanded. "Say it or by god, you know what I'll do!"

      "For god's sake --"

      "Say it!"

      "Oh Jesus god, all right!" I was sobbing now with the awful pain, crying
and writhing, but I had to say it. "Harder!" I sobbed. "Oh god, do it harder,
oh you bastard, harder!"

      "Yes!" John said, and clamped with all his might.

      "Aaarrrggghhh!" I screamed, spasming with agony. "AUUUGGHHHH! Oh no stop
AARRRGGHH no more fuck me please..."