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The Breast Chamber

Part 2

SYNOPSIS   OF   PART ONE ' THE BREAST CHAMBER'

  (His wife  had discovered  his  long abiding  craving for  big breasts and in a masochistic woman who possessed them. She sought out a sadistic trainer who would enlarge her   breasts  through unconventional means. And who would teach her to love pain.  After an initial period of training the sadist invited him to visit, The Breast Room, a place where  many of his dreams would become reality. It was only a beginning as he left her in  company of  the sadist and  returned home....)


  She was  sitting in a chair now, but her posture was lewd, to say the least. Her  elbows  had been pulled in so her  larger breasts were held out in a very provocative  way.  She was learning..

   "You are going to be good for him, My dear. But not just yet.  Yes, he  enjoyed  seeing what you've elected to  do. He loved  the blowjob you gave, but this is only a beginning. You see, he left me    three notes. I asked him to 'suggest' anything he wanted done to you," the sadist offered. He handed her  an envelope. " Read this!  Out loud!!"

    Her  hands were trembling. She was still very  hot. Sexually hot. The words caught in her throat as she began, " I want them BIGGER. I don't give a damn what you have to do to  get them that way. Just DO IT.  I don't care if if hurts her more than she can stand. I want stares when I take her out. I want them to jiggle and sway. She has to arouse anyone who sees her. Men and women.  Make her into the Hottest big tit slut anybody ever saw." 

   She almost wept. For   joy.

   He was  blunt with her, " Do you  understand?"

  She hesitated and nodded, meekly.

   The  Sadist told her, " I am going to strip you of every vestige of your dignity. You won't just look like a big titted whore. You will BE one. You will humiliate yourself if others don't do it for you. Now listen to  my every word. This will be one of the last times I call you by your  name.. Now,  read the second  note!"

She bit her lip as she   slit open the envelope.  "Make her LIVE for   breast abuse! I don't want her like the others. She must accept any perversions we can enact on her udders and be Turned ON by it. I want her   aroused, instantaneously. I want her excited by  any person I choose as my agent. I do NOT want a painslut who only grits her teeth and takes it.  I want her to cum like a fountain when we work on her tits. Having her turned on turns ME on."

   She had gooseflesh all over.

The Sadist's voice was harsh now. " So you SEE,  slut! You have signed yourself over to me and there is no turning back. At some point  you are going to reach a point where you know your tits can take no more.  It is THEN   you will  beg me for more. And then we can celebrate progress. And....we will save your husband's  third letter for another time."

   Her voice  was very small. " Oh my Sadist! Make me into what he wants.  What You want. Be as hard on me as you need to be. Make me learn to  suffer breast punishment.  Make me a  Tit Whore. PUSH me, please. Ohhh pleeeeeease. Force me to plead for your cum as you train me!"

   His voice   crackled, "EXHIBIT your tits to me!!   Hands behind the small of your back!  Up straight." She could  see a   handful of   flex ties in his left fist.

   The Sadist  could have been handling an inaminate object, so intent was he on the  task. He slipped the first plastic tie around the very base of her left tit, close to  the chest wall. He slipped the end through the open slot and  pulled it tight. A  pair of  pliers tugged it  tighter. Then he  YANKED it so brutally small  it pinched  her  titmeat into    folds. She  threw her  head back and groaned.

   He performed the same action on her other  tit.  He was pleased to see  her pussy had begun to dribble small amounts of pleasure-fluid.

   There was a trace of a wolfish  smile on his lips. " You've seen the drainage pipes under   highways, the ones that are made of corrugated  steel for  strength? I'm   going to make your  tits as hard as old leather, not steel. I am going to corrugate then into  segments. Only a deviate would love tits like you're  going to have. It will drive  you crazy."

    He proceeded to attach  four more flex ties down each dangling  breast, every two inches or so. Each tit was forced to lengthen under the terrible  tension and pressure.Tugging   the  ties with  pliers made every one inhumanly tight.

    The  slut's titmeat  drooped slightly downward, held  so hard at their bases. It was like  some  demonic uplift-bra was holding them on display. They wobbled  with her ragged breathing and she  gave out timid little cries from deep inside her.

     "ohh god.  oh... i'm a whore! I'm a...a... a  dirty painslut! Only a  titwhore would  take this... and i'm gonna  ask.. for...  oh yes please...   MORE!!!!!"

   The  Sadist  slid a full length mirror in front of her,  but six feet away so he had room to  maneuver. Her  eyes were glassy with the pain and building pleasure inside her tits and pussy, But she forced herself to focus on the sight of herself. There was a terrible fascination in seeing herself humiliated like this.  Her tits were hung out like obscene toys. A man, she knew, would find them mouthwatering. The  tormented lovesacs shuddered and jiggled whether she wanted them to or not. She was entirely helpless. She and the sadist both loved it.

     He  ran his fingernails lightly over the rock-hard titflesh.  Lightly, then    harder. Then he  began clawing his  sharp nails over the bumps of  girl-meat that were  raised up in between the  flexties. The plastic  straps were buried inches-deep into her blazing  tits.  One was almost completely out of  sight as her   punished breast  swelled up around it. His nails tore away tiny bits of   outer skin. He tore at her nipples,  then scraped a nail up her clit.    She  couldn't  hold back any more.

    The  slut's head rolled back, her pouting lips opened in a series of  choking  cries. She begain wailing  in words no one could have understood. It was the language of lust and agony and a frenzied kind of mad pleasure.

"ooohhhhAIIIiiiiiiiii...nnnnaa..AHHHHHHpleeeeee....nnn  noooooommmmmaaaahhh  GAHHHHHHHDDDD"

   The  Sadist waited only seconds before he was over her opened mouth and thrusting his  cock past her lips....past her teeth... between  her  outthrust tongue and her soft pallet and deep into her throat. The slut tightened her throat muscles as much as she could and  tried to pleasure  him as much as she could  He throat fucked her like an insane man and pulled out only in time to  cover her eyes and hair with cum. He gunted and  bellowed as he came and she  was cumming at the same time.

   He   paused for   a minute or two, savoring the sight of her  painfully   bound  juggs. He wanted  her attention.

    " There are some men and women waiting outside. It took me a while to find the right ones.  These have been, ah,  should I say "involuntarily celibate" for various periods of time, some of them for  years. I let them  know you were 'available' and willing to have your slutty tits mistreated.  A couple of them have a special interest in nipple torment. I told them you did too. Some have brought their own tools. I have provided others, the wire brushes, the wrenches and vise grips. They are  awfully eager to meet you. I will usher them in, in a minute. Oh, Yes!  I told some of 'em you  had FF cup tits. Since you don't yet  they'll be disappointed. They're  take it out on you.  Now, did you have something to tell me?

    Her eyes were   shining with undisguised adoration and passion. No words were needed.

 



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