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Alexandria should have run. Never mind that she was nude. Never mind that she was penniless. Never mind that her last attempt at escape had been unsuccessful, and almost ended in gang-rape by police.
What she had just read had made it clear that Elody and Cameron were involved in capturing, enslaving and training women for ownership by rich overseas men. They had done it to Tara Eastwood – or “Cunty” as she was now known. It seemed likely to Alexandria that they had done it to the ex of Cameron’s that Elody had mentioned.
And it was obvious to Alexandria that they were doing it to her. If she let them continue, she would no longer be Alexandria the successful businesswoman. She would be Titsy, the cunt-licking cum-swallowing mutant-uddered sex-cow. She would be sold to a man, and shipped to a foreign country with no hope of return, and she would spent her days having her tits tortured and accepting her owner’s cock into any hole that he chose.
Alexandria should have run.
Instead, she realised she was masturbating. Staring at the article on the screen, and furiously rubbing her cunt.
What was she doing? She had just orgasmed so many times from the breast abuse porn that Cameron had been watching – and now she was playing with herself again.
She thought about Cunty with the bag over her head, nothing but tits and a cunt. She thought about Cunty being forced to kiss her owner’s step-daughter and swap cum with her. She thought about the journalist holding Cunty down and raping her as Cunty struggled and cried.
Compulsively, she flicked the browser window back to the tit abuse porn. On the screen, a woman with huge boobs was lying on her back on the ground, her hands bound to her sides, her mouth gagged, and a man wearing solid leather boots was kicking her tits as she writhed and squealed.
Alexandria orgasmed again.
She should run. She should run.
But her mind made rationalisations. She was naked, and it was cold outside. She would just get caught by the police. Elody would find her, and punish her. And even if she got away, she had nothing – no money, and no friends.
And so Alexandria closed the browser windows, and she got up, and she went back to Elody and Cameron’s bedroom.
And she laid down on the floor, and she went to sleep.
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Elody was up early the next day. She laid out a maid uniform for Alexandria – one with a skirt long enough to cover her cunt, but a blouse that was cut out to expose what Alexandria increasingly thought of as her “oversized tits”. It had a cute bonnet and high heels to go with it.
Elody had an additional surprise to go with it – a pair of bracelets. Each one had a little loop of elastic attached, which Elody demonstrated was to hook between Alexandria’s thumb and forefinger to stop the bracelet sliding down her arm. And each bracelet also had a longer strap of elastic, about thirty centimetres in length, ending in a clamp.
Alexandria was able to guess where the clamps went even before Elody showed her. They went, of course, on her nipples.
“Test them out,” said Elody, once the clamps were in place. “Raise your hands above your head, Titsy.”
Alexandria tried – but the elastic straps went taught when her wrists were level with her eyes. She could raise them further, but it pulled her tits upwards painfully by the nipples, and the further she tried to stretch, the more painful pressure it exerted on her tits.
Elody mercifully let Alexandria stop when her arms were maybe halfway extended and the pain in her nipples was making her eyes water.
“Very good,” said Elody. “Now see that Cameron cums on your tits before he showers, and then wait for him. I believe he has business with you this morning.”
Cameron got up shortly afterwards and sat on the edge of the bed. He was naked, and his cock was hard as he looked down at Alexandria.
“Cameron,” said Alexandria, nervously, “You are really going to help me to… to have my old life back, aren’t you?”
“Of course I am, Titsy,” said Cameron. “In fact, we’ve helped you a lot already, wouldn’t you agree? After all, before you came here, you didn’t understand how monstrously oversized your fuckbags were.”
There was a look of predatory lust in Cameron’s eye, and Alexandria knew that Cameron certainly had no intention of her going back to her old life. But maybe…
“Please,” said Alexandria. “Just help me. Fix my finance problems and… and you can keep doing this to me. I’ll give you a blowjob every day, even after you help me.”
Cameron blinked. “That sounds like a pretty good deal,” he said. “All right. Let’s do that.”
His agreement had been too quick. Alexandria doubted very much that he intended any such arrangement.
What was she going to do? How was she going to get out of this?
“I think you were going to make me cum on your disgusting fuckbags, Titsy,” Cameron prompted her.
Titsy sighed, and reached out to take Cameron’s dick in her hand, so that she could masturbate it.
But she had forgotten the elastic straps. She could reach his cock with her right hand – just – but it pulled painfully on her right tit.
She tried to scooch closer to him, to relieve the pressure on her nipple.
Cameron put a foot in the middle of her chest, and pushed her back, firmly.
“Right there is fine, Titsy,” he said. “You may begin.”
She bit her lip, and began to pump Cameron’s dick with her hand, despite the pain in her breast. And then she discovered a further torture. The up and down motion of her hand transmitted back through the elastic strap into her breast, causing it to bounce up and down with each pump, doubling her pain.
“Very good,” sighed Cameron, happily.
Titsy had no choice. She had to keep masturbating Cameron – and his pleasure resulted directly in her pain. Her breast bounced up and down, causing her excruciating pain, even as Cameron’s cock pulsed and twitched happily in her hand. Her pain was Cameron’s pleasure.
And she deserved this, didn’t she? For having such upsettingly large tits? She remembered the journalist in the article saying that Cunty’s pussy had actually been normal, despite what her owner said – but she knew that her tits really were gross and oversized. No girl with small tits would be here, hurting her own breasts for a man’s pleasure. She wasn’t even sure a small girl’s tits would hurt like this. They certainly wouldn’t flop around as much. The pain was only possible because of what a cow she was.
“I’m going to cum,” groaned Cameron.
Quickly, Alexandria pointed his cock at her breasts, and soon he was spurting thick ropes of cum all over her titflesh.
When he was done, he gripped her hair, and Titsy, knowing what was required of her, leaned in and sucked his cock clean.
Then, without a word of thanks or acknowledgement, Cameron rose and entered the en suite bathroom to shower.
Alexandria didn’t try to clean the cum off her breasts. No one had given her permission to. She simply held her hands cupped underneath them, to catch any semen that might threaten to drip onto the floor and make a mess, and when her hands did catch some dripping cum, she licked them clean.
She thought about masturbating again. Everything felt better when her cunt was wet. But she found that the straps would not let her reach her pussy without intensely torturing her breasts.
A little pain was worth a little pleasure though. She pulled on her tits, and rubbed her clit a little, until the pain got too intense, and then she stopped, wet-cunted and distracted.
Elody came back to the bedroom briefly while Cameron was showering to fetch something. She stared at Titsy in disgust.
Something seemed to be required of her. Alexandria raced to think of what it might be.
“I’m sorry for my giant disgusting fuckmelons, mistress,” she said, instinctively. And then: “I’m sorry my udders are gross and messy.”
Elody still seemed to want something else.
“You should slap me for having such oversized milk-balloons,” said Titsy, in desperation.
Elody nodded, stepped forward, and slapped Titsy across the face. Alexandria gasped.
“Your apology is not accepted, cow,” said Elody. And with that, she went back to ignoring Alexandria. She found what she was looking for on the dresser, and left.
In due course Cameron emerged from the shower, dressed, and then said, “Follow me to the office, Titsy.”
Alexandria did as she was told.
In the office, Alexandria was grateful that Cameron didn’t seem to notice that his browser windows from last night had been closed. He sat at his computer and typed something, and then showed the computer screen to Alexandria.
“Do you recognise this man, Titsy?” he asked.
She did. It was her marketing director from her company, Athenium Delta – Brad Toweck. He was a smug, arrogant 20-something that Alexandria had hated. He always called her “sweetie” and “toots”, even though she was older than him, he was always patronising, and he never hesitated to mansplain anything to her. He had once spent fifteen minutes telling her how tampons were better than pads for her period, because of “the female need to have the vagina plugged with a phallic object”, and how using pads would make her bitchy and irrational. On another occasion he had quizzed her about her genital hygiene and asked if she was “airing out her cunt regularly” to maintain proper sanitation.
And she had always smiled and put up with it, because he was genuinely great at his job. He had kept Athenium Delta looking fresh, dynamic and attractive even when the runway had started to run out and the deals had become increasingly dodgy.
“Yes,” she said, simply. “That’s Brad.”
Cameron nodded.
“I’ve looked over all your accounts, Titsy,” he said, “and I’m afraid that you engaged in some outrageously criminal activity. You deceived regulators, you defrauded investors – and that’s just the beginning. As things stand, you will go to jail.”
She couldn’t help shaking with fear – even if some part of her brain now wondered whether jail might not be better than her current situation of sexual servitude, humiliation, and breast abuse.
“However, we might be able to get you out of this if we show that it wasn’t you who made the decisions,” said Cameron.
“But… it was,” said Alexandria, stupidly.
“Was it, really?” said Cameron. “This was a very slick and professional operation. It required intelligence to commit fraud on this level. Is this really something a woman with tits as big as yours could have even comprehended, let alone designed?”
Alexandria opened her mouth. She was offended by the implication – and yet she saw that Cameron was trying to solve her problem. She closed her mouth again.
“Clearly a man had to have made these decisions,” said Cameron. “Only a man could have been smart enough to. And I suspect it was this man, Brad, who actually made all those decisions.”
“Yes,” said Alexandria immediately. “It was Brad. It was Brad’s fault.”
“I suspect the reality is that you just sucked his cock all day, while he engaged in these scams and deceits,” said Cameron. “He told you what to say, but you never really understood all the big words and business terms that he gave you to recite.”
Alexandria did not like the idea of anyone thinking she had sucked the slimy offensive cock of Brad. She would hope they thought she had better taste.
“Say it,” said Cameron. “You were just Brad’s bimbo sex-toy. He made all the decisions. You were too dumb to understand them. Because of your tits.”
She blushed.
“Titsy?” prompted Cameron.
“I was just Brad’s bimbo,” said Alexandria. “He made all the decisions while I sucked his cock. I was too stupid to understand what was happening, because I’m a woman and my tits are so big.”
“That’s right,” said Cameron. “Now, we’re going to have to do a few things in order to make this believable. Are you ready to make this story work?”
What else could Alexandria do?
“Yes, master,” she said.
And she waited to hear Cameron’s plan.
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