The Tittty Torturer

note: this story is completely fictional, I do not condone rape or molestation... it is a story.

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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.

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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.

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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".

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