Rape

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.

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.

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”.

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.

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.

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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