{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"3d43efdd-36da-4225-b12b-c828722a19f5","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2018-12-10T02:12:08.116Z","title":"Bad Girl","slug":"bad-girl","shortId":"z6YZBHps","authorNote":null,"disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"Amy is brutally punished for being a bad girl.","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"65df1910-4360-4e3d-a77d-a3bfdd3c25db","title":null,"summary":"\n\n“Amy, you are a bad girl. You deserve nothing but punishment for your many transgressions.&n","wordCount":3458,"readTime":17,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"\n\n

“Amy, you are a bad girl. You deserve nothing but punishment for your many transgressions. While there are so many reasons to discipline you, your worst crime, by far, is having these huge tits. I am going to hurt them very badly. You will never experience another moment in which you do not have sore titties. I will torture them whenever possible.”

Amy, Brad’s latest victim, shook her head desperately as though she could deny reality. She would have loved to beg or scream for help but she had a significant portion of her t-shirt stuffed into her mouth, held in by several layers of clear packaging tape. With the ability to speak taken away from her she continued to shake her head. And cry. She cried and cried, the tears running down her delicate features and over the tape to drip from her chin to her voluptuous breasts, still held up by her pretty, lace covered bra, the only clothing she had on.

Brad had considered removing the bra while she was unconscious but he wanted to watch her face while it was taken away from her. The first time he saw her topless would be the last time her tits had any protection at all. For the next several months, the bra would hang in front of Amy’s tiny cage and every morning Brad would snip off a small piece of it and force her to swallow it. Eventually it would be gone forever, just like Amy’s humanity.

Brad had taken Amy from a party during freshmen orientation week at a university a couple states away. She’d clearly had more to drink than she could handle and was literally falling over the date-rapey frat boy she was dancing with. Brad had saved her from making that mistake, leading her away, looking like the protective older brother. She didn’t question it in her intoxicated state and fell asleep as he was buckling her into the passenger seat. Once out of town he had pulled over, bound his prize and transferred her to the trunk.

Amy had woken up about 20 minutes earlier, standing spread-eagle with her arms tied to the ceiling and her legs chained apart. After testing her bonds and trying to scream she had stood still, anxiously glancing around the room. There wasn’t much to see. The room was 9 by 13 feet, the walls and floor covered in white tile. The floor had a drain and there was a faucet in one of the walls.

When Brad entered, naked, he stood directly in front of her. After explaining her situation he began exploring his new girl’s body. There was nothing Amy could do to stop his roving hands, grasping her ass cheeks and pulling her hips forward, closer to his cock. There could be no question in Amy’s mind what she was there for.

Amy is a small girl, 5’1” with a slim frame. She’s Japanese, both her parents are from Japan but Amy was born and raised in the US. Where her giant tits came from is a mystery, they have no business on her otherwise lithe figure.

Leaving one hand on her ass, Brad slid his other hand up her side and then brushed her face softly. She violently shook her head away, desperate to escape the unwanted caress.

“Now before I allow you to speak, there is a pressing matter to address. I imagine your grotesquely overgrown tits are not in any pain. That is unacceptable. Now let’s get you naked and see just how bad you are.”

Brad reached up and released one wrist, grasping it firmly while she struggled. He lowered her hand and pulled her bra strap down her arm and off. After refastening her wrist he repeated the procedure on the other side. Finally, licking his lips in anticipation, he reached behind the frightened girl and unclasped her bra. Standing so close, his hard cock poked her flat tummy.

Amy’s face was bright red, her eyes scrunched closed, crying. She was leaning back as much as possible, hoping to keep the bra covering her breasts. Fortunately, her sobs caused her tits to jiggle, slowly shaking the bra off. It fell to the floor revealing her treasure. Amy’s tits were round and soft, hanging under their own weight. The light pink areolas are large, almost stretched over the ends of her breasts as if her own body was unprepared for how massive her chest would be. The small, cute nipples are just little bumps at the tips. Beautiful and helpless. Brad lifted the breasts in his palms, flesh spilling over the sides.

“You’re such a bad girl, Amy.”

He bends down to pick up her bra from the floor, taking the chance to admire her pretty, shaved pussy. He wondered what it would taste like but that could wait. He examined the tag and shouted,

“34J, what the fuck is that? Were you trying to get to the end of the alphabet? I knew you were a bad girl but I didn’t thing you were that bad! My god, I’m going to have to hurt you so much for that.”

Brad bent over and held a tit up to his mouth, sucking and kissing. He tasted the salt of the fear induced sweat covering her body. She strained to get away from the man threatening to torture her.

Amy’s fear, the cool air in the cleaning room and Brad’s licking were eventually enough to get a response from her tiny nipples. They pulled in the surrounding skin and tried their best to stand up tall. Rising to his full height, he took Amy by the jaw and looked directly in her face.

“How dare you make your nipples hard! Still trying to draw all the attention to your tits, aren’t you? I was trying to give you a little time to prepare yourself for your first punishment but now I see how you repay kindness. You’re in trouble now.”

Brad turned and barked out the door,

“Cunt! Get in here!”

Amy could hear metal clinking and dragging across concrete\n. Cunt shuffled in, the permanent shackles on her wrists and ankles were currently joined by heavy chains. Ten inch lengths joined her hands and feet and in the middle of each of those a third chain connected them, short enough to force her into a bent over posture as she walked.

Her back gets sore being hunched over so often. Sometimes when Brad has her bent over a table he gives her a back rub as he makes love to her from behind. These tender moments are what Cunt lives for. Tears of gratitude build in her pretty eyes, occasionally escaping down her cheeks.

Cunt used to be Sarah, a bright, gorgeous, outgoing student athlete with a promising future. While she still had a taught runner’s body she was no longer that person. She was broken on the inside, no spirit left. Brad had beaten it out of her, one stroke at a time, mostly on her tight bottom. Her pale ass cheeks turned bright pink then angry red and finally battered purple so beautifully that at the end of every spanking Brad just had to take her from behind. He could almost feel her despair as he fucked away at her tight pussy which was nicely positioned when she was bent over her whipping bench.

Her bench was a fine piece of craftsmanship that Brad had made just for her. Her name was boldly displayed on the leather that covered the padding on top of the bench. She had wept the day Brad led her to the bench and she saw Sarah crossed out and Cunt written next to it. Of course she continued sobbing throughout the long spanking that followed.

Amy gave a horrified look at the beaten and broken girl who responded to the vulgar word. For her part, Cunt gave Amy the once over, perhaps even with a bit of compassion in her eyes. She was probably more relieved to have someone else to share Brad’s attention. Knowing what was expected, she knelt at Brad’s feet and bowed her head.

“Cunt, this is Amy. She’s a very bad girl and I’ve decided to show her the error of her ways. Now go fetch me the metal ruler, the cane, the big black ball gag and a pair of nipple clamps.”

“Which clamps, master?”

“Whichever pair you least want to wear yourself, Cunt.”

Cunt shuffled away as quickly as possible, knowing that delays are not tolerated. While waiting for the implements, Brad groped his new slave’s fat boobs. There was just so much there to hurt and he would do a thorough job. When Cunt returned she again knelt at his feet, this time holding her palms up as high as her chains allowed, presenting the requested items.

Brad took the metal ruler and told Cunt to set the others on the floor next to her. The ruler was about an inch and a half wide with rounded edges in order to prevent cutting. Stepping in front of Amy, to the side, Brad lined up the first blow. Pulling back the ruler while Amy stared, wide-eyed, he swung into her tits, hitting her flat across both nipples. Her reaction was wonderful, thrashing and making as much noise as possible while a wide red stripe appeared on her oversized tits.

Knowing that Amy’s tits would be in some sort of pain from this moment on made Brad hard as a rock. He grasped a handful of Cunt’s hair and repositioned her in front of him. She knew what was expected and began to bob her head on his erection.

He gave five more strokes to one nipple, then five more to the other, causing more thrashing and desperate grunts from Amy.

“I want to hear you sing for me. I’m going to take the tape off but the only thing you’ll say is “yes, sir”. Anything else and I’ll shove the ball gag Cunt brought you into the back of your mouth. Nod if you understand.”

Amy nodded slightly, her brow furrowed with fear and pain. Brad unwrapped the tape from her head and pulled out the saliva soaked cloth, tossing both on the floor for Cunt to pick up later. Looking the pretty young woman directly in her eyes he asked,

“You’re such a bad girl, are you even sorry for what you’ve done?”

“I didn’t do anything, I don’t know you! Please let me go, don’t hurt me anymore! Please, I’m not bad. It hurts so much, just stop hurting me.”

Amy continued to beg, repeating herself often, while Cunt deftly passed the ball gag to her owner without letting his cock leave the wet, warm comfort of her mouth. Forcing it home and buckling it tightly, Brad told his new toy,

“You’ve disobeyed your first order Amy. I was right, you are a bad girl. I could tell the moment I saw you. You are going to suffer for your sins.”

With that he resumed the punishment of her breasts with the ruler, working over the upper slope of her bosom. He moved on to the sides and then to the smooth curve at the bottom. As he worked he often went back to give several strokes to her nipples. Her screams around the gag were music to his ears.

When the huge mounds of flesh were nicely covered in a pretty dark pink shade, threatening to become red, he could hold off no longer. He grasped the back of Cunt’s head and shoved himself down her throat as he smacked Amy across her nipples nonstop. He came hard, his slave’s tongue lapping at his balls.

He reluctantly pulled out of Cunt’s mouth, allowing her to breathe deeply. She’d leaned all of his preferences over the last couple of years, under threat of another spanking, of course. She had become such a good girl. He reached down and with both hands unlocked the links which Cunt could only reach with one, freeing her hands from the chains.

“Stand up Cunt, that was very good. Tell me, how do her tits look to you?”

Carefully avoiding eye contact with Amy, she answered,

“Beautiful, sir.”

“Yes, it’s a beautiful shade. I always pause to admire the view when your bottom turns that color. Are these ridiculously large tits that same color everywhere now?”

“No, sir.”

“Where is there a different color, Cunt?”

“Sir, the nipples are darker and the part hanging against her chest hasn’t been beaten.”

“Good job Cunt, that’s why I released your hands. Would you help me take care of the undersides of these enormous meat bags?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Thank you Cunt, you’re so helpful. I’m sure Amy appreciates your help too. Now hold this tit up by the nipple so I can paint the bottoms.”

Amy winced yet again as her nipple was pulled up until the entire breast was lifted. Brad proceeded to beat a steady rhythm on the stretched skin, now so vulnerable to his perverted affections. Amy threw a fit but Cunt held tight, knowing the penalty for letting the heavy mound of flesh fall would refocus his brutality on her.

After finishing with both tits Brad grabbed one of Amy’s breasts and sucked hard on the nipple. She screeched through her gag and he let go.

“You enjoyed that so much earlier, I guess you don’t feel like showing off your udders now. I think you need to thank my lovely assistant here. I’m going to take the gag out and you’ll give her a long, sexy kiss. If you don’t show me how much you appreciate her help or if you say one fucking word I will beat those giant udders with this ruler until I’m too tired to swing my arm.”

He reached behind the terrified girl’s head, unbuckled the gag and brusquely jerked it from her mouth. This time Amy didn’t speak. She was too scared and hurt to put any passion into kissing but Cunt knew she was expected to put on a show and made the most of her opportunity to comfort Amy. Running her hands up and down Amy’s torso, gently caressing her reddened breasts, eventually settling on Amy’s pristine bottom, she pulled their bodies close together.

Looking into Amy’s eyes, Cunt gave her an encouraging smile, sympathetic and almost hopeful. She tilted her head slightly and pressed her lips against those of the fearful girl bound before her. She kissed her gently, like a caring lover. Her tongue slowly slid over Amy’s pursed lips before pressing between them. Cunt closed her eyes and found Amy’s tongue with her own, toying with it playfully.

She slowly ended the kiss and hugged the tortured girl tightly to her. Amy’s tits, warm from the punishment, mashed against Cunt’s leaner body. She kissed her neck and whispered, so just Amy could hear,

“You’re such a bad girl.”

Brad enjoyed the display of forced passion. He was slightly disappointed in Amy’s lackluster participation but he knew there would be plenty of time to train her for that. Now he was more interested in moving on to the next implement.

“Back on your knees, Cunt, where you belong.”

When she was kneeling once again, Brad returned the chains to her wrist shackles and traded the ruler to her in exchange for the cane. Upon realizing that her breast beating wasn’t over, Any let out a wail followed by,

“Oh god, no! You can’t! I can’t take it, please! I’m not bad, I’m not, I promise! I’ll be good, I will, I’ll… I’ll suck you like, like Cunt. Please! My boobs hurt so AHHHGGG!”

Brad cut her off with a stroke across the top of both tits. Since she clearly wasn’t a fast learner he again shoved the hard rubber ball into her face hole and buckled it even tighter than before. For this part of the punishment he brought her wrists down and joined them behind her back. Chaining them to the ceiling forced her to lean forward, her tits hanging slightly away from her torso.

“Cunt, kneel behind Amy and get her pussy wet. I don’t care if her pussy is creaming or if it’s full of your saliva but I’m going to be hard after caning her pain sacks and I’d better slide right in.”

Cunt positioned herself behind the bound woman and went to work licking and sucking. Amy tried to squirm away but the tongue lapping at her entrance was too persistent. Her attention was completely taken off of that though when the next cane stroke came up from under her and lifted her breasts up with the impact.

That loud thwack and the wail of misery that followed was the most beautiful thing Brad had ever heard. He had to listen to it again. And again. He wouldn’t have stopped caning Amy’s soft, vulnerable breasts for anything in the world. The way they jumped and bounced as she thrashed and screamed was magical. They were difficult targets but Brad did his best to aim for her nipples and they were soon adorned with angry welts.

All three participants in the display of cruelty and agony lost track of time. Cunt, lapping at her namesake, managed to make Amy’s body respond and was trying to focus on the flavors on her tongue rather than the beating taking place in front of her. Amy was completely unaware of the attention her slit was receiving, lost in an ocean of pain that poured over her chest. Brad, the sadistic maestro of this tribute to torment, was oblivious to everything except hurting the gorgeous tits hanging in front of him and the innocent women desperate to escape.

After what felt like an eternity, his cock demanded attention and he knew it was time to relieve that pressure in Amy’s helpless fuck hole. Dropping the cane to the floor he ordered,

“Cunt, give me the clamps and crawl forward there.”

As he lifted the clamps to their destination at the tips of Amy’s battered tits, which were covered in welts, drool and tears, his cock bobbed in front of Cunt, now kneeling underneath the miserable woman. She knew better than to ignore it and wrapped her warm lips around his member, lovingly taking it into her mouth. While enjoying the cock sucking he attached the clamps to Amy’s bruised nipples, saying,

“This is what happens to bad girls who grow their tits so fucking giant. You have to be punished Amy.”

The squeeze of the clamps was nothing compared to the thrashing she’d endured. Then Brad began turning the screws. The two metal plates pressed together, flattening the nipple between them and Amy again found the energy to scream. She was sure her tender buds would be irreparably crushed but Brad had far too many tortures in store for her tits to allow them to be permanently damaged. Once both nipples were exploding with pain he let the chain between them drop.

Cunt’s mouth reluctantly released his cock as he stepped behind the latest unfortunate addition to his collection. He often coddled Cunt after a well-performed blowjob and spanked her harshly if she failed to satisfy him. The brutal conditioning had left her desperate to earn his semen in her throat. The thought of not completing a blowjob filled her with dread.

Bending his knees, he lined up the head of his penis and slowly, steadily pushed inside Amy’s tight pussy. He savored every moment of this first penetration and once he was fully buried in her he stayed there, letting her enjoy his presence in her most intimate place.

Soon the needs of his cock took over and he began thrusting in and out, his strong hands pulling her narrow hips back onto him. The chain connecting her pain filled nipples jumped about. Reaching around her to cup her suffering tits, he ran his fingers over the raised lines left by the impact of the cane. The heat rising from her skin matched the heat in her belly as he pushed into her depths.

Amy was lost in despair. She was a sensual woman and enjoyed sex often. There was never any shortage of boys eager to make love to her, make her feel special, wanted, cared for. Good. She felt all that fading away, being replaced. The pain in her breasts, the bite of the clamps on her nipples would now forever be associated with sex.

She sobbed and her whole body shook. This expression of her pure misery was the loveliest thing Brad had seen since he started breaking Cunt. He came, flooding her pussy with his semen for the first of countless times to come. When the last twitches ended he pulled out of the cozy hole. On his way out of the room he instructed,

“Cunt, clean out that pussy with your tongue then put all the toys away. Bring the hose back here and put her wrists back the way they were, then wash her off. I want those titties sparkling so use the stiff brush.”

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