The Tittty Torturer Ch. 03

She was beautiful, 18 years old (her birthday had been the first time he'd seen her) and ripe for plucking. It had to be fate... blonde hair that fell straight to her shoulders, short at 5'1", and with curves to give guys blue balls. Every part of her body just looked soft and squishy, especially her massive breasts which she tried to hide a little with the cut of her shirts, but he wasn't fooled. They were huge, gorgeous in fact... and her parents had just left to go out of town yesterday. He'd seen her with her friends, celebrating her birthday, and then followed her home. Two days later, as he contemplated whether or not she was worth the risk of going after with her parents home, he'd watched aghast as her parents packed up their car, kissed Clarissa and told her to be good for "the week", and driven off as she waved and bounced... damn those boobies looking good bouncing. They flopped around, if she'd been jumping any harder they would have hit her in the face.

It just had to be fate... presenting him with a girl this voluptuous and beautiful and then sending her parents out of town a few days after he'd first seen her? This was going to be great!

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He had her tied up and was straddling her stomach as he played with her boobs, the second night that she was in her house alone. They were gorgeous, 36E's... pretty much the same as the last girl but because she was so little they looked even bigger... they had large silver dollar areola and long flexible nipples. Watching her wake up he twisted those large buds, making her shriek with pain as she came fully awake. The little nubs were the longest he'd ever seen on a girl with boob this big, just twisty little knobs for him to play with.

Now that she was awake and he had her full attention he climbed off of her, wanking his long dick as he looked around her room for stuff to use on her... there wasn't much. Obviously that riding crop he'd found last time had been sheer luck. Picking up a bottle of cocoa butter he figured that at least he could get in a good titty-fuck after slapping her around a bit... and cocoa butter would definitely feel good on his dick while he mashed her boobs around it. About to just give up on finding anything interesting and just use his hands until sliding between those gorgeous mounds, his eyes fell on a pair of pants hanging in her closet. The hanger was one of the old spring loaded clamp kind... metal with rubber tips... oh what delicious idea! His brown eyes lit up with glee as he yanked the pants from the hanger and grabbed it, turning to approach the bed with unholy delight in his eyes.

Clarissa was squealing and wriggling against her bonds as he bore down on her, it was obvious that this man-shaped figure meant her harm. Although she couldn't see him very well with the lack of light there was something in his manner that made her very frightened, it wasn't that he was a large figure it was just that he was extremely threatening. One streak of moonlight played across her heaving, wobbling tits, the only real light in the room at all.

He climbed on top of her again, laying the cocoa butter and the hanger to the side, letting her imagination take over for the items. For the moment, he wanted to wrap his hands around those gorgeous teats. Gripping them at the base he squeezed and watched delightedly as they bulged upwards, nipples pointing straight at the ceiling. Those pointy nubs were much too tempting to resist and he lowered his lips to one long nipple, sucking it deep into his mouth and chewing on it. Teeth nibbled and scraped against the nub as she thrashed and sobbed and he switched boobies. Leaning back to admire the red pointy protuberances, he decided to leave his mark for the first time. Putting his mouth of the creamy flesh of her breast he began sucking hard, until he was sure that he'd left a hickey on her mound, just to the left of her nipple. Going to the other little bud, he licked it and then went to its right, leaving a big red mark there as well. He'd be with her until these faded... even if everything else faded these would stay on her pale flesh for awhile. It amused him and made him feel powerful at the same time.

SMACK!

He smacked her right breast and chuckled as she shrieked and squirmed. Deciding that it was kinder to give her nipples some time to rest after chewing on them before tormenting them more, he began to smack the smooth curves of her breasts, avoiding the pink tips.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Creamy flesh turned pink as his big hands came down hard on her chest, boobies flying as they were tossed back and forth. The force of their movement along with the actual impact of his hand was making Clarissa writhe in pain, her heavy breasts were pulling at her chest and they were tingling with the smacks he was giving them. Even worse, in some respects, was the fact that he was obviously turned on by abusing her poor melons. Pre-cum was dripping onto her stomach from his excited dick, and he was breathing fast and hard - almost as if he was fucking her - as he smacked her body.

Finally it stopped and she sobbed her relief, barely paying attention to what he was doing. The Titty Torturer patiently waited... it wouldn't be any fun if she didn't know what was going on. Hovering over her pink boobs he held the pant hanger, waiting for her to notice this new instrument of torture. At first, when Clarissa saw it she was confused, but as he gripped her left breast tight in his hand and opened the clamp on the hanger, she realized what he meant to do. Her scream was so loud and shrill that it actually came through the gag a little, and she thrashed futilely before him trying to keep him from his goal. It did no good, his grip on her breast was far too tight and all she succeeded in was making the tender flesh ache. He waited, watching her useless struggles, waiting until she stopped squirming and just lay quietly, knowing that she couldn't do anything to stop him. It was only when she looked back up at him, greenish eyes full of pleading that he smiled and closed the clamp over her nipple.

More screaming and shaking as she thrashed, unable to keep herself from moving even though it just made the pain worse. Quickly he clamped the right one on and then began to lube his dick up with the cocoa butter, watching as her tightly pinched nipples turned dark red and angry looking. Plumping her breasts together like he would two squishy pillows he began to press his dick into the tight cleavage before him, liking the way she wriggled underneath his body. The hanger bounced and jerked on her nipples as he began thrusting, causing new pain and new squirmings.

It was absolutely delightful as she moved underneath him, really just adding to the pleasure as her body moved separately from his. Her breasts felt fantastic, smooth and warm. It wasn't as slick as the butter had made it but he liked the way her flesh clung to his dick, like it didn't want him to leave her expanse of bosom. Moving faster he started really going at her tits, watching as the hanger pulled at her purpling nipples, seeing her face contort before him in the moonlight. God she was beautiful as she screamed.

Clarissa couldn't see anything but that awful black man shape above her, his back was to the moonlight and so all she saw was his silhouette as he ravaged her breasts. It seemed that every time she tried to block out what was happening to her fresh pain would stab through her chest, making it impossible for her to mentally go away. When her nipples went numb it was almost a relief even though she worried about the fate of those sensitive buds... at the same time it seemed like it would be nice if they never felt anything again.

Pressing his thighs up against her boobs he held them tight around his dick as he leaned all his weight onto her chest. This freed up his hands to yank the hanger from her nipples. The girl beneath him screamed and her body convulsed beneath him as fresh pain ran along her body, blood rushing back into her crushed nipples. Her movements beneath him made him moan, and he pressed her titflesh tightly against his dick as he began to cum. It spread along her cleavage and dripped down into a pearl necklace, and as he shoved one last time the head of his dick popped out of her breasts and the last few spurts got her across the face, spraying her with his seed. She could smell it, and she felt nauseous.

To her dismay he didn't leave right away, instead he spent a few more minutes worshiping her gorgeous breasts, treating them almost tenderly. Gentle licks around her nipples, a soothing tongue on her crushed buds, tender caresses to her pinkened curves. It was almost worse than the brutal treatment had been.

Finally, with one last kiss to each brutalized purple nipple he got dressed and then untied one of her hands.

Like those who had gone before her Clarissa didn't call the police... didn't even consider calling the police. However, for the first time (although he didn't know it - which is really too bad because it would have delighted him immensely) a girl masturbated in the shower as she cleaned the cum from her body, reaching her own intense orgasm as her breasts throbbed painfully.

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But the Titty Torturer was without this knowledge, instead that night he went to bed satisfied with another good job. He wondered if he would ever tire of this new game... probably not. Brown eyes closed in contented sleep.