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.

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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.

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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.

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