"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.