The Breast Chamber

Waiting was difficult. None of the restive  men and women in the room knew each other, no two were dressed in the same fashion. Each was aware why they had all come to this place and the waiting was maddening.  There were curious  glances between  them as casual introductions were made. Five were  men, three  were women and they seemed to range in age from  mid 30's into their   sixties.  There was a worldly air about them.

   They had been told  to simply wait until they were  received. It was  hard, indeed. They could hear sounds from the adjoining room and a flush began appearing on their faces. It was obvious  the sounds  came from a woman and a man and there was some particularly violent behavior  going on. It was arousing, not alarming. The   sounds told them the violence was combined with a great deal of depravity.

    All of them had been  deprived of the kind of sex they were about to experience, deprived for a long time. The sadist who recruited them knew the backgrounds of some but not all. The tall thin man with the  gnarled hands  had been in a monastery trying to come to terms with his   determination to find willing women to torture. He  had finally  given up, resigned to accepting who he was and  bound to pursue it with great  passion.   The man built like a bull had been incarcerated for  five years for unspecified crimes he swore he did not commit.  The one in his  sixties had been in an unsatisfactory marriage for 20 years, his wife unwilling to  be an 'm' to his "S". He recently divorced her.  Nothing was known of the other two except that they looked 'hungry'.

    Both women were striking. and, as it turned out , bisexual. One has   been virutally imprisoned by her  family in a Montana mountain retreat when   they discovered her tied to a steel frame in an apartment, being  enjoyed by a group of men and women. And  enjoying it  very much herself.   She had finally escaped her family after three years.She had undergone aversion therapy and had switched from masochist to sadist.  The other woman had spent years, unfulfilled in a convent. Now all  seven were in  one room waiting for a girl to torment.

   The door opened and the man they had all met individually strode in. There was a sheen of sweat on him. He wore only Levis and a black tight t shirt.

   He was blunt.  " We all know why we are here.  She's  waiting in there. Just so we all understand....call her anything you want. "Slut" is preferred. Her  tits are  yours to use any way you like. No permanent mutilation. But be as  cruel as you want.  She likes it.  Likes it a lot. You will all have an hour and a half alone with  her each day. Any perversions you want kept private may be performed on her then.  If you're not being hard enough on her, I will have to  ask you to leave. Of course, during your private sessions   you will be on your honor. However, There will be an audio hookup to the room. We can tell by  the sounds whether you are satisfying her or not. She can be... ahhh..  quite...vocal. You will enjoy her enthusiasm when she feels your   deviations. "

    "Now, I think it is time you examined her." He  opened the  double doors to the  next room. "Welcome to the Breast Chamber."  Every head turned. There was a multiple intake of breath.

     Even by jaded standards she was shocking. She was standing so they could see every inch of her front. Her legs were exquisite. The waist was too small for what hung above. Hung wasn't  the right word. The breasts 'jutted' from the chest wall for several inches. Then they dangled. But what caught every eye was their condition.

     "Mother of  God," someone gasped.  "I have  never.....even at night in the cell.....never imagined I would...." the voice trailed off.

     The tits were too big. Far too big. They didn't belong on a girl this size. And she wasn't short. Or fat. The breasts were marked by some kind of  whip or tool or  something on every segment of their quivering surface. The nipples were long and  leathery looking. They had not come by their length in any easy way.

    A torn bra, ripped open between the cups, dangled from  shoulder straps. She wore nothing else except for  black, four inch heels. Her face had been made up like a bimbo whore. Her eye makeup looked as if  it had been applied with a spatula. The lipstick was a bright red. It, too, had been liberally applied. Her dirty-blonde hair was damp from exertion. There were   gobs of semen in it.  Her eyes moved from one to the other. The gaze was direct, unflinching.

    "They've been waiting a long time," said their host.  "They've been expecting a girl with FF tits.You don't measure up. I expect they will find a way to make you so. Welcome them, darling".

    Her voice was clear.  " I....I want...everything you have. My  tits can take more than you ever imagined. That's why you came here, isn't it.  To test me. To test yourselves. To match your sadism with my masochism. I've....I've been looking forward to it as much as you."

    The slut told  them how she couldn't wait for their special "Love Time", as she called it.  The time when they each took a turn with her in the private  room. Time when each would play out their most intimate longings. She knew their cruelties would well-up from years or decades of fantasy.

    The host   fastened leather cuffs to her wrists and  drew them up to a hook set at a predetermined height. She was on tip toes. He told them her ankles  wouldn't need a spreader bar. She would keep her legs open. Then he handed each a three  foot long razor strop. They were well oiled and supple. Wicked!

    It was his simple command. " Use  her!  Not her face. But every other inch of her. Thirty minutes! I want to hear her  vocalize." And he stepped out of the room.

    He leaned against  the wall and smiled slightly. He lit a cigar. The first Crack was like a small explosion, like small arms fire. It was followed by a tiny whimper. He knew  she didn't need to. He knew she did it to goad them on. Then the strapping began in earnest. Less than a second passed between most of the blows. Five minutes passed. He looked at  his watch, anticipating. Any moment now...

    " eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeAAAAAIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEE...."

    The wail began  softly, then  grew in intensity. The bitch was on fire now.

   "mmm    my.......maiiiiiiiii...my Tittttties.."

    There was a moment of hesitation in the lashing.

   "mmmmm..MORRRRRRRRE"

    A man's voice seemed to be directing  and others  chimed in.

   "Take her ass. rip her  hide. You!.. her  tits. Left and Right. I want them myself from straight on. You!... legs.. arms.."

     He smiled again in the hallway.  So,  three wanted her tits to work on. He would bet the others would take their turns soon enough. Fifteen  minutes  remaining.

     Her cries and wails became uninterrupted.  The shrieks were interspersed with grunts and rough exclaimations.

    "Slut... Take it Slut. Like it, don't you!    Well... like ... THIS~~~"

      WHAAAACK        WHAAAAAAAKKKKKKKKK

    " Ohhhh GOD. GOD!!!  GOD IN HEAVEN.... mmmm    MORE. HURT   your  slut More.....!"

     The man's voice sounded raw now.

    "The nipples. Just her nipples. Lay it on. RIP the fuckin' skin off em. Burn 'em up. HARDER!  Look at the whore.  She's gonna  cum."

    Out in the hall   the host knew just where she was.  Almost ready to orgasm. He knew by her sounds. The jumble of notes in her cries was approaching sexual hysteria. Ravenous agony from the scourging had translated in her  brain to obscene   pleasure. He was thinking to himself. He must try to keep track of how many times she came tonight. Someone  really should scrape the   fluids from her legs and collect them. It would make a nice cocktail for the slut later.

  The voice was that of a madwoman.  "YessssssOHGOD YEEEEEESSSSSSS... my asssssss.....my slut tittties... aaahhh oh... ogod...godGOD GOD... yeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaa"

  He cracked open the door. From  her wrists to ankles the girl was one blackening  bruise. If the razor strops had missed a piece of her he couldn't see it. One of the men was  standing on a low stool. He had  her shoulder length hair wrapped in  his right hand. Her   head was yanked back. The slut's open mouth  pointed to the  ceiling. The older man from the pointless marriage  had   his index fingers in the corners of  her mouth, pulling it wide. He was attacking her lips and tongue with his teeth.  The  once-incarcerated man was kneeling  behind her,  hefting her breasts in his hands. The  girl from  Montana bondage was kneeling in front, mouth buried in the slut's  oozing pussy. Her hands   were reaching up. Her  fingernails were buried in the tortured woman's nipples, jerking at them. The  young woman in torment was a  wreck.

    "Private  Time!, I think some of us need to relax a little," The host  said. He pointed  to  the older man.

    " How do you want her?" The    host wanted  direction.

    There was no hesitation.   "Seated.  On the bed. No bindings! Strap  her tits into the tightest bra you can find, half-cup or less.  I want to see cleavage!!"

    The host smiled.  " Last room, end of the hall.   In five minutes."

      The lucky man was two minutes early. He'd waited a lifetime for this. All of his muscles were tensed. He was halfway in the door when he stopped. He gripped the door jamb and caught his breath. The bitch was magnificent.

    Her voice was small now. A little girl voice, almost a whisper, shy.

    "It's the sluttiest bra I could find.  I hope  it's alright. Do you like it?"

    He  more than liked it. The straps were  bowed out so tight  they looked  like  tent ropes. The straps only touched her   flesh at the shoulders. They stood out, taut until they  joined  the  fabric of the cups. Her tits were held into a long, hard line of cleavage. It may have been a foot long. It pointed straight out from her chest, held up  so high. She was sitting, arms held together in  front of her, holding  her meat rack up on display with her elbows. Just as he wanted it.

    The slut's pussy had already soaked the bed linen. She had an idea what was coming.

    "You won't hurt my titties too much, will you??  They're awfully  tender. See how black and bruised   you've already made them? And there's hardly any skin left on  them. The bra is  absolute torture!"   Again, that little girl voice.

    He stepped into the room and slapped her face, Hard. Left and right.

    " I've lived  for this. Long as I can remember. Days and nights. Weeks and years.."

    The  tormentor  went into the bathroom and emerged with a   circular-bristled toilet brush.  It was dripping wet. Bluish crystals of lye compound  clung to the tips. He pressed it into the top of her cleavage. Her flesh resisted, it was so tightly packed into the  tiny bra. He jammed  and rotated  the brush.  It eased deeper.  Tears welled up in her eyes. He jammed the brush  deeper, all the way  til it bottomed out  in the underwire  where the cups met. The lye was burning between her  terribly abused tits. She could feel orgasm building. Only the pain could bring it on. Immense, unvarnished torment was necessary. She was making soft little  noises.

    "mmmmmm    ohhhhmmmmmmm my....nnnnnnnn....niiiiipppppp..."

    He was harsh.   " What do you want,  Slut?"

   "nipples.  pleease?    Do something.   Something awful.   my nipples.   Make me cum?   Please? They're still so sensitive.  Pleeeease hurt my nipples and make me cum"?

   Harsh  again.

   "You'll cum  when I'm ready to let you.   These  big nipples need a lot more work. Peel down the tops of the bra cups. I want to see  them."

    The  damned bra  wouldn't cooperate. It was that  tightly filled,  pulled up. She fought at it. Finally she was able to hook her nails  into the  cloth and roll it down two inches.  Her nipples  came into sight. She had had to fold them over to get them into the bra to begin with. Doubled over nipple meat. Devoid of outer skin from the lashing. The finger-like nipples glistened. Protective fluids were drawn out from inside the damaged breasts.  They were an inch and a half long. He scraped them with his fingernails and she  wailed. The anguish in her voice tore into his    soul.

   "ohgod.     gawwwwwwwwwwwd... ohmy poor nipples.......wicked nipples need it.    neeeeeeeeeedit."

    He reached into the drawer where  he'd been told his  tools were  stored. He had brought his own. They had fueled his cruel dreams for years while his wife was spurning his advances. Two  pair of pliers.  The ratchet kind with   jaws  at a right angle to the handles. He took them to the bathroom, wet the jaws under the faucet. He dipped each     steel  head into the toilet crystals. And  took them back to the trembling slut. He laid them carefully on the table.  He didn't want to dislodge the lye crystals.

    A  thin length of rope, four feel long with a six inch diamter loop tied in one end. The other  went round the fistfull of  her hair he gathered up. and knotted it.

   "Hands behind you!   Hook your hands into the loop and pull down Hard!  Keep  it that way!" 

    Her head was  drawn  back and she was looking at the ceiling. She could not see her tits. Nor what he was   going to do to them. It would be absolutely obscene.

    The  jaws of the pliers encased the full length of each nipple. Thick rubber bands wound around the handles held them in place. He added two more, even tighter.   The nipple meat oozed out the  metal sides. She was babbling now.

    "ooooo    no  no nonooooo  ..ohhhh yesssss  Yessssssssssss titties hurt.  nipps  hurt so bad.    hurt.  hurt the slutty nipples...... hurt 'em...... yessssss"

   His voice had gotten deeper.

   "It's pain you want? nipple pain?    Your reward is coming, my slut. You need     your nipples  hurt so you can cum?"

   The dangling pliers were raised  by 180 degrees. He pressed them flush with her chest wall. The handles touched her collarbones.  He stretched a belt  aroound her shoulders. It  held the pliers firmly in place. Nipple flesh was protruding out either side of    the jaws.  A quarter inch of tormented girl meat forced out by pressure. Terrible pressure.

  Her sobbing wails had a staccato quality. She had trouble getting air the way her  head and throat were  pulled back.

  He slid her from the bed to a kneeling position on the floor.  Her hands  never left the rope loop at  her back.  And then he was behind  the slut. Over her.

    The rod of his cock was at her  lips. Sliding with hardly any effort into her  throat. All the way through her  esophagus. GOD.  It was  better friction than pussy. Better than jerking off. She was trying to cry out. It tightened and loosed her throat around his shaft. It had never been this exciting. Both were  nearly insane with their need to cum.

    Two gleaming  bits of metal appeared in his  fingers. The needles began  pricking the squashed   ridges of nipple meat   forced out  from  the   pliers' jaws. His balance was perfect. He could throat  fuck her in   exactly the  rhythm he had always dreamed of. She was masturbating him with her mouth and throat. He was wild.  His  fingers  moved in a steady pattern along the  grotesque  bulges of her tortured nipples. Jabbing the needles hundreds of times. They could only go in a quarter  inch at a time until they struck  steel. And to the   girl, her nipples  still were  horribly sensitive. They were crushed, stretched, burning from the   toilet lye.  Her nipples felt like two   throbbing  knots of strained  sex meat. And they were. He could see his work.  He  KNEW this perverted girl had  perfectly matched  his own twisted desires.

   In the  Breast Chamber, the others  could hear every sound through the speakers.  The girl's  cries, the muffled moans. They could distinctly hear  the shrieks when   he pulled his cock  from her throat. The  pained warbling as his  fingers  thrust the needles into the nipple edges. Her crazed pleas  of  'yesses' and ' no's' as he sex-tortured this willing girl. They were all sweating and excited. Waiting their turns with her. And then they were transfixed by his   shouting.

   "Cum for me bitch. Cum right now...you  fucking tit slut".   They couldn't see....

He  tore the belt from her shoulders. His  dick rammed deep into her throat as he  fastened his  hands around the pliers. He  yanked them straight out. The  brutal movement stretched  the nipples immensely. The  jaws    with their  fleshy-captives were nearly shorn from her body. He was  screaming now. She was nearly suffocated by his cock as he came in her throat. He  was frozen in a catatonic fit of the most intense sexual pleasure of his life. The  girl was squirting bursts of her own cum onto the floor at her knees, lost in  the frenzy of masochistic release.

   The host looked around the Breast Room.  Every man had cum on himself. The women were lost in their own orgasms. Yes! None of them would be leaving until  they'd had  their own private love-session.