0 comments/ 97669 views/ 28 favorites The Capture of Bigtits By: Jesse Carly walked into the dimly lit bar and looked around. She'd never been there before, and was a little surprised to find herself there tonight. A friend had called her - a guy friend. She'd known him a long time. He was nice, but not really her type. Of course, she knew she was his type, she laughed a little to herself. But she was used to attracting men's attention - and to fending it off, when necessary. She really didn't think the latter would be required in his case. She found him sitting at a back table. He rose and smiled as she approached. She really hadn't dressed up for the meeting, but the look of approval on his face indicated that she looked just fine as far as he was concerned. She could tell he was making a conscious effort to look at her face, but she could also tell he was checking out the figure. She really didn't mind. She knew she had a good body. The simple white t-shirt she was wearing was a little tight, and she knew it accentuated her breasts. She had put on a little weight in recent months - and really wanted to take off about 10 pounds - but most people scarcely noticed her belly had gotten a little poochy. They're eyes never got down quite that far. Her breasts were a source of distraction for many a man. She was small of stature, only about 5'3", which accentuated her more than ample 34D breasts. They drooped a little more than she would have liked, but nobody other than her seemed to mind. They both sat and he called over a waitress. She ordered a drink and he asked for another beer as he finished the one he had been holding. She continued to flash her perky smile as they exchanged a few pleasantries, both acknowledging it was good to see the other. They talked about old times, and what they had been up to as they continued to order more drinks. Carly hadn't planned on getting light-headed tonight. She knew she had to be up fairly early the next morning, but after the first several, she knew, like it or not, she was going to have several more. "Oh, what the hell," she thought, "I could use a break." After about the 5th round he suggested food and she agreed. He mentioned that there was a nice place about a mile down the road that they should try, because the food wasn't particularly good where they were. That seemed fine to her. She could use some fresh air and some nourishment to sober herself up a little. They walked out to his car and he let her in, promising to return her to her car after the meal - and maybe a few more drinks. As they drove off she knew that she was feeling drunker than usual. She had quite a few, but her tolerance was pretty high, yet now her head was swimming and she could hardly focus her eyes. She couldn't concentrate on what he was talking about as the car continued to drive down the somewhat unfamiliar road. He then turned off to a smaller side street and she tried to ask where they were going, but was unsure if she formed the words properly. "Don't worry about it, Carly," he said, and she really wasn't. She leaned against her door and was a afraid she might be sick or pass out. She felt his hand on her shoulder and he pulled her over towards him a little. She didn't resist and rested her head on his shoulder. The way she was now feeling she had very little choice, and it was softer than the window. He put his arm around her and she felt his hand resting on her chest. "Oh, damn," she thought somewhat humorously, "he's gonna cop a feel." Those were her last thoughts as she succumbed to the overwhelming tiredness she felt and drifted off into oblivion. He reached a hand in his jacket pocket and looked approvingly at a small bottle of pills. He smiled and nodded as he returned them, his other hand gently rubbing the cotton fabric that was sculpted around her large breast. She didn't awaken as he turned into a long driveway and drove up to a small house shrouded in the woods. He leaned her against the other door, emerged from the car, then went around the other side to extract her. He carried her in his arms to the door and fumbled for a key to open it. There were no other houses for miles around and he felt there was little chance of him being seen. He realized he would have to return to the bar later and fetch her car, and would have to be careful not to be observed, but he still felt confident his plan was a good one and posed only minor risks. He carried her through the door, down a narrow flight a steps to a small room. He placed her in a large sofa chair near the back side of the room and looked down approvingly. He had taken several minor liberties with her body during their trek, already having touched areas that he had only dreamed about for the past five years. But he would restrain himself for now. There would be a time when he would show no restraint, but that would come later. He wanted her awake and aware when the real fun began. Carly was still groggy, but slowly becoming more alert. She looked around, more puzzled than afraid. She saw him standing over her, staring down at her. "What's going on?" she asked, with only a trace of alarm. "Oh, I figure it's about time I had some fun," he said. "Fun?" "Oh, yeah. Some real fun." He grabbed her right wrist roughly, then her left. "Ow. That hurts. Let go of me, dammit!", she said. "Oh, I don't think so." Holding both wrists in one hand he produced a roll of strapping tape with the other and began wrapping it around them tightly. She tried to kick at him and shove him away, so he sat down on her while he finished bonding her hands. She continued to kick and twist until he slapped her full across the face... not hard enough to do any damage, but enough to make his point. She looked up almost in shock. She couldn't believe he had really hit her. For the first time she realized she might actually be in danger. She ceased her struggle as he reached down and lifted up her right foot. He slipped the shoe off, then removed the sock. Her feet were small.. almost childlike. "Very suckable toes", he smiled as he ran his nails along her sole. She quivered slightly. He then preformed the same act on the other foot. After it was exposed he again held it. "Ummm... very suckable indeed," he smiled as he lifted it to his mouth and licked his tongue between two of her toes. She jerked her foot away from him and again tried to kick him away. He slapped her legs roughly, reached toward her chest and grabbed her tit through her t-shirt and bra. He squeezed the nipple tightly with his thumb and forefinger. She grimaced in pain and let out a little scream. "Stop It! Let me go!" she said through clenched teeth. He knew her nipples were often very sensitive.. she'd told him several times when they had been out drinking in the past, teasing him with the information he had never thought he would be able to put to use. He didn't release his grip. "Behave or I'll braid these titties," he said with a smile, finally letting loose of her. Carly was almost in tears. She clutched her right breast, trying to ease the sharp pain she still felt there. "Damn you, what the hell is going on. You're my friend, why are you hurting me". Still smiling he replied, "Oh, I don't really want to hurt you.. well, maybe just a little.... I just thought this would be a good way to get to know you a little better. Do some exploring. I know I'm going to have fun, and after awhile, maybe you'll start to like it to" "You're nuts," she said, really starting to believe it. "Yeah, maybe a little" he said, as he leered at her. She could feel him undressing her with his eyes, mentally removing her white t-shirt and the pair of baggy light blue shorts that concealed her. He kept looking at her thighs, and then at her breasts, which where heaving under the shirt. "You know, I've been wanting to see those tits for a long time. What say we unleash the puppies and take a peak." Her eyes got wide. He really meant it. "Keep away from me", she said, but knew there was little she could do to stop him. "Oh, it'll be fun. I know you like to show 'em off. Its about time I got to see them." He grabbed her chin in one hand and kissed her quickly on the lips. She turned her head as he released her. He then grabbed the t-shirt collar right below her chin and tugged it down quickly and roughly. The material ripped in two as he tugged. Her neck chafed as the back of the collar rubbed harshly against it. He then grabbed her bound arms and thrust them above her head. She again shrieked a little as the muscles in her shoulders strained. The ragged t-shirt revealed her bra... white with a little lace, straining a bit to hold in her amble bosom. Her belly was also revealed.. she was a little pudgy, but he still liked the look. "Now for the good part," he said, and he ripped the bra in two as he had done the t-shirt. And there they were, the tits exposed. Large, sagging a little. The aeroles were huge. He stared approvingly. Looking from her tits to her face he said, "I'd barely be able to get my mouth around one of those nipples". Angry and humiliated she again began to struggle. He reached down, caressing the nipple area of her left tit this time. "Don't make me squeeze it," he teased, pinching it gently. She again subsided and he released her arms. "Those really are a fantastic pair of "tatas", he laughed, using the pet name he had heard her call them once years ago. She covered herself as best she could with her bound arms, but frankly her breasts were too large to conceal. He came toward her again, grabbed one of her legs and began strapping it to one chair leg with the tape, then he did the same with the other. He then grabbed her arms again, lifting them up, and with tape strapping them behind her neck, making her large tits stick even further out. "I think I really do like you this way," he said. She said nothing, only stared at him as he began to rub his crotch. She noticed the bulge behind the zipper... he was obviously very excited. He then unzipped his pants, and slowly withdrew his stiff penis. She had never seen it before. It was unremarkable... average size... slightly pale in color... but it was very, very hard. "Oh yeah, those tits are quite a sight," he said as he began rubbing his cock... slowly, up and down. He moved closer to her, his erection maybe half a foot from her tits now. "Damn fine titties," he muttered again as he kept rubbing. She couldn't help by stare.. she had seen guys masturbate before. She had sometimes liked to watch a boyfriend stroke his shaft for awhile before they had sex. But this was far from the same and she was terrified. After several minutes he began to twitch slightly, almost shouting, "Oh, yeah, here it comes." Suddenly a huge glob of cum shot from his penis and landed square between her tits. "Ummmmmmm," he moaned as he shook several smaller globs from his now relieved cock. "Very nice," he said as he stepped even closer and wiped the end of his dick on first one nipple, then the other. "That was fun, but we'll have even more fun later. Next time I'll be rubbing it between those whoppers instead of my hand." He then walked out of the room and shut the door, leaving her bound, exposed and feeling the stickiness of his cum sliding down her chest. Carly remained there for what seemed like hours, during which time she became very familiar with the small room she found herself in. There were no windows and the only door was the one he had exited. Furnishings were sparse... she was sitting... tied actually... in some sort of a cushioned chair. There was a straight back chair in one corner and a futon or something against the other wall. Her arms and neck and shoulders continued to ache because of the uncomfortable angle he had tied her hands. She glanced down at her exposed breasts... the ragged t-shirt framing them. His cum had become hardened and crusty, making her tits look as though scabs had formed where he had ejaculated on her. She still could not believe what was happening. She had known him for years and he was always such a nice guy, a little weird sometimes, but still nice. She knew he liked her and had caught him sneaking a peak at her body or brushing up against her, but she always thought it was kinda funny and certainly nothing to be concerned about. This was the last thing she had ever expected. She supposed she had dozed for awhile, even in such an uncomfortable position. How long, she had no clue. Finally the door opened again, and there he stood. Dressed in his usual dark slacks and white shirt. "Hey there", he said cheerfully. "Miss me?" Carly looked up. "Look, you've seen my tits and you've gotten your rocks off. Now why don't we just cut out this crap and you untie me. Then we can get out of here and pretend this never happened." "No....no... that's not the way its gonna happen," he said. "For the foreseeable future, you can just consider yourself my own personal sex toy." He was staring at her breasts again and she could see the bulge again developing in his pants. He walked over to where she was tied, produced a scissor and cut the remnants of the t-shirt away from her body, tossing it on the floor with the ripped bra. He held each breast in his hands, lifting them gently. "Really fine melons," he said to her smiling. She shuddered at the touch... to be so helpless while he fondled her and made comments about her body made her feel more exposed than she had ever felt before. "Remember what I said last night," he said, as he let her tits fall into their normal position. He then unbuckled his pants and let them fall to his ankles. His dick sprang to attention as he lowered his underwear as well. "Oh, God," she thought, "what's he going to do now?". He placed his hand on her belly, squeezing gently at its fleshiness. "Put on a little weight since last summer, haven't you sweetie?" She blushed, knowing it was true and feeling somehow ashamed about it. "But never mind your cute little belly," he said as his finger twirled inside her belly button. "It's those titties I wanna play with now." His penis touched her navel, then moved up to her tits. He then rubbed the head on what seemed like every inch of her breasts. He lifted one breast and put his cock under it, then let it fall to cover his stiff rod. He slid it back and forth a few times. "Mmmmmmm... whoppers like these are made for tittyfucking." She felt tears welling up in the corner of her eyes, the humiliation nearly overwhelming her. He stepped back for a minute, his cock still rock hard, then crawled up into the large chair with her, resting his knees on the arms. He began to massage her tits, not roughly, but still causing her discomfort because of the sensitivity of her nipples. "Tell me to fuck your titties," he said. She just gave him a withering look. Squeezing the tits harder he said it again - "Tell me to fuck your titties." "I can't," she cried. "Sure you can. Its easy. Just say 'fuck my titties'," as he applied slightly more pressure. "Oh, God! Fuck my titties," she whimpered. "See that wasn't too hard. Now say it again - louder." She shook her head, then felt the stinging pain on her nipples again. "God! Fuck my titties! Fuck my titties!" she nearly screamed. "Mmmmmm.... good. Now say 'Fuck my titties cause I'm a big-titted little slut'." In tears she repeated his words. She scarcely noticed his cock had begun exploring her upper torso again. The head rubbed against her large mounds before settling into the cleavage between them. "Now baby, I'm gonna fuck your titties, just like you asked," he said with a laugh. "You be a good little slut and keep chanting 'fuck my titties' till I shoot my load." He gave both nipples a pinch to reinforce his order. The words came out as a whisper at first, "Fuck my titties. Fuck my titties. Fuck my titties." He pressed her tits around his shaft and began a piston-like movement between them. "Fuck my titties. Fuck my titties. Fuck my titties," she continued. She felt him between them... pressing her tits to engulf his shaft.... moving up and down as she continued the demeaning chant. Then the movement became more rapid. She felt a slickness on her chest, knowing that his precum must be lubricating his path. "Fuck my titties. Fuck my titties. Fuck my titties," she still muttered, praying that soon it would soon be over. Using his hips to propel him even faster, pressing her tits even tighter, "Louder!" he demanded. Nearly screaming, it came from her almost without control, "Fuck My Titties! Fuck My Titties! Fuck My Titties!" Finally she felt him quiver after a violent thrust. The head of his cock poking between the top of her mounds released its load. His cum struck her under her chin and she felt it slowly streak down her neck. He sighed as he released her boobs, both red and welted from his grip. He again wiped the remnants of his cum on her chest as he got up off of her. His dick now hung limply as he stood before her, the tip still glistening from his recently shot load. "You look good in a pearl necklace," he laughed as his cum continued to streak around her neck. She continued to whimper. Still laughing, he ran his finger across one of the larger globs then rubbed it on her lips. She tasted his salty-sweet cum as she spit and sputtered, "You freak! God, let me go!" He pulled a chair up close to her and sat down, not bothering to replace his pants. "You do look pretty uncomfortable," he said, reaching up and releasing her arms from behind her neck. Aching muscles relaxed as she twisted her neck and stretched her shoulders. He then undid the tape that held her hands together. Still tied to the chair by her legs, she resisted an impulse to strike at him, knowing it would be futile. Instead she rubbed her wrists, then crossed her arms in front of her, finally affording her breasts a small measure of privacy from his invasion. "So, are you hungry?" he asked. She had scarcely thought of it but at the words she realized she was. She nodded. He stood and went back outside the door momentarily to retrieve a sandwich he had obviously brought down earlier. He tossed it to her, forcing her to again reveal her tits as she grabbed it. She took several bites.. it was just ham and mustard on a piece of bread, but she was hungry enough not to really care. He picked up her ripped bra from the floor while she continued to eat. "34D," he said as he studied it. She looked up quizzically. "Why are you so damned fascinated with my tits?" she said with only a trace of anger. "Oh, I've been wanting a good look at those titties for years now. Guess I've gotten more than just a look," he said with a little smile. "So now you're done," she said hopefully. "Done!" he laughed. "Oh no babe, only beginning." He caressed his cock, now starting to show more signs of life, and held it toward her. "I expect to wear a path between those melons before I'm done. And you can be sure that's not the only place I'm going to stick it." Her stomach tightened and she found she was unable to eat the last few bites of sandwich. "What are you planning to do?" "Oh, use your imagination," he laughed again. He stepped outside the door briefly, then brought her a paper cup full of water. "Drink up," he said, and she did, still reeling from his comments and the knowledge that she could be here for a very long time. He then taped each arm to the side of the chair, immobilizing her as he again left the room. Hours passed as she sat there, again dozing periodically, glad at least that her position was not so uncomfortable as last time. When next she saw him, she knew she had a problem but was totally unsure how she could say it or what his reaction would be. He smiled at her, tied and topless. The Capture of Bigtits "Having fun yet," he said. She shook her head no, then looked up with a slightly pleading look. "Ah.... I've got to go," she said softly. "Go where?" he said, still smiling. "Ah... you know... to... ahhh... the bathroom." "Ohhhhh," he laughed. "Number one or number two?" "Ah, number one," she replied. "Sure, no problem," he said with a wicked gleam in his eye. He undid her legs, then her arms from the chair, keeping a tight grip on her as he released her bonds. He again tied her wrists together in front of her then led her through the door for the first time. Across a narrow hall was a much smaller room than the one she had been in. It was little bigger than a stall. With the ever-present tape he lifted her hands way above her head and bound her to a hook in the wall there. She saw there was a shower.. more like just a shower head protruding from the wall with a drain under it. She didn't notice any other plumbing facilities. He leaned against the opposite wall as she nearly dangled there. "Okay, let 'er rip," he said. She looked at him in amazement. Surely he didn't expect her to just wet herself. But just as surely, she realized he did. "You'll do it eventually. You may as well go ahead and get it over with. I know you can't be too comfortable there." She knew he was right, but still couldn't bring herself. "Here, it's easy. Let me show you." He came near her and again withdrew his penis. "Now what!" she thought. Then to her disgust and amazement she felt a small stream of urine hit her thigh right above her knee. The yellow liquid rolled down her thigh, past her ankles and dribbled off her toes. She closed her eyes and began to cry again, knowing she had never been so debased. "Now you do it," he said, again mildly pinching her much abused nipple. He stood there, smiling and staring at her discomfort for minutes before she finally gave in. The front of her light blue shorts darkened, then the liquid began running down her thigh until it mixed with the trail that he had left on her. Like before if finally reached her toes, then dripped to the floor in a small stream. Though her bladder was relieved, she felt very little comfort. She took even less when she again looked at him and saw that he had removed all of his clothing and piled it by the door. His cock was at half staff, but she could tell it was rising as he looked her up and down. Her large tits, still crusted with his two loads of cum sagged a little. She felt the warmness in her pants. "Now what," she thought, knowing that whatever the answer, she wasn't going to like it. "You're a mess!" he stated casually. "Peed all over yourself. Guess we're going to have to clean you up." He stood close to her and undid her shorts. He slid the wet clothing down her legs, then off and to the floor. She was left in only her thong panties, barely covering her pubic region. Nearly translucent because of the wetness, the small strip of hair was quite visible and her somewhat puffy lower lips nearly framed the small strip of material between her legs. Never had she felt more exposed. He released her arms from the hook and turned on the shower head. The cascade of water hit both of them as he went behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. "Now, doesn't that feel better," he said. Though she wouldn't admit it to him, it did. The water washing away the signs of his pleasure and their mutual urine. He produced a bar of soap and began to lather her up. She stood there numbly as his hand washed her back and shoulders. He then turned her to face him as he cleansed her tits and belly. She closed her eyes, trying not to think as he also washed her legs. Then he held her tightly and slid his hand inside her panties. She shuddered and tried to break away. "Oh god. Now he's gonna fuck me," she thought. But he only felt his way around down there for several moments. Then suddenly he pulled the panties all the way down, leaving her totally naked like himself. She hadn't noticed, but his dick was again hard and throbbing. "Well, what should we do now, hmmmmm," he whispered. She kept her eyes closed and didn't respond. "Well, I know. It doesn't seem fair that I've had all the fun so far. Don't you think its about time you had a little release." Still not knowing exactly what he meant, but sure she would not like the answer, she said nothing. Still dripping wet he again escorted her across the hall and forced her down on the stiff backed chair against the wall. He sat across from her in the padded chair that had recently been her prison. She sat with one arm trying to cover her breasts - realizing the attempt was futile - he had seen, fondled and fucked nearly every inch of them. With her other hand she covered the top of her pubic area, clinching her legs tightly together in the hopes of preserving her last trace of modesty. He relaxed back in the chair, his dick still erect. "Okay, now - get at it." "Get at what?" She said, truly puzzled. "You know. Get yourself off." "What!!" "Spread those legs and get to it. I want to watch you masturbate. Do you want a dildo?" "Oh my god. You don't think I'm really going to do that, do you?" He laughed again, "Oh, I'm sure you will." "I will not!" she said with determination. "Well, you watched me jack off, so its only fair I get to watch you jilling." "Fair... Fair... There's nothing about this that's fair," she said loudly, almost screaming. "Well, if you don't start fingering that clit in the next five minutes, here's what's going to happen. I'll strap you to that chair with your hands behind your head again and adorn those big titties with clothes pins." She shuddered at the thought. "Then I'm going to leave you there for two full days. No food.. no water... and I expect sometime you're going to need to do number two. You'll be a sore mess when I get back. Then I'll hose you down and we'll start all over again. Eventually you'll be begging me to let you give that clit a workout. You might as well do it now and save yourself a lot of grief." She knew he meant every word of it, and knew that he was right. She couldn't bear the thought of her already tender tits being further abused. Two whole days of that kind of torture terrified her. Again she said nothing, but he could tell he had made his point as her thighs began to unclench. Slowly she spread her legs as he looked leeringly at her pinkness. "Mmmm... pretty pussy," he teased. She nearly closed her legs again, but remembering she had no choice she decided to just go ahead and placate him. Boyfriends had watched her play with herself before, she thought. They too had enjoyed the sight, but not in the hideously leering fashion of her captor. She gently touched her clit.. it was swollen and warm. Though she could scarcely admit it to herself there was some sense of excitement in her predicament. Being forced to show her every secret to this man. She tried to block out everything else from her mind as she continued to rub away. She pretended she was in her own room, privately giving herself pleasure as she had done so many times before. And yes, she could feel the pleasure welling. She began to finger her slit... inserting one finger... then two... as her other hand continued to massage her clit. Before she even knew it, she was riding her own fingers, immersed in the pleasure. She knew soon that she would explode. As the waves of an orgasm spread from her clit, to her vagina, then up through her belly, she suddenly again became aware of her position. She saw him there, leering and staring as she climaxed from this most private act, and shame swept over her - which, if anything, only increased the intensity of her orgasm. She shook for what seemed liked minutes. Her eyes closed, trying to preserve the afterglow and forget about anything else. She was startled back to reality when she felt him grip her hand - the one that had so recently be sliding deep and fast between her legs. She looked up as he began licking and sucking the fingers which still glistened with her juices. "Mmmmm... yummy," he said, "you're a tasty little slut." "Oh god!" she thought, suddenly reaware of what she had done. She had sat there and really done it with this horrible man watching. She had made herself come, and he had watched her. Her shame was almost unbearable. "I knew you'd enjoy it," he again leered as she began to cry. "Next time you can use the dildo. That should be a sight." He then returned her to her chair, strapped her down somewhat more comfortably and started to leave. Suddenly he looked down, noticing he still had a full erection. "Well, I certainly can't leave you like this." He held it in his hand as he looked her up and down "You're pussy has already had a workout, and I'll save those titties again for another day. I certainly don't trust that hot little mouth of yours right now. Now what should I do with this thing." Suddenly he got an idea and began to unbind her legs. "You're going to jack me off with those talented toes," he insisted. "Be gentle. You might be able to hurt me a little with a swift kick. But you'd only get one kick in, and then I can assure you you'd be very sorry for it. Rub my dick with your feet. Make my cum, Bigtits." Having very little pride left she did as she was told, rubbing up his hard shaft with her feet, tickling the head with her toes. Both knew this would not take long. The sight of her performance had brought him to a peak and shortly her actions produced results. His cum short forth, running down his shaft and over her toes. After he had completed spewing he again retied her legs and stood up. "Very nice, Bigtits, very nice indeed. I'll bring you some food in a little while. While I'm gone you can think about what we might do for fun in our next session. I'll tell you that I have a few ideas. In fact, you're sitting on one of them right now." He smiled evilly as he backed out of the room. "Sitting on it? Oh, no, she thought! Not that. Not up the rear!" As the hours past in the brightly-lit room where she was held captive, Carly's mind would occasionally wander to what she feared was ahead. She had tried it "in the butt" once years ago with an old boyfriend. The experience was not one she wished to repeat. It was both painful and frightening, but at least her partner then had respected her and stopped when she cried out. This man, she knew, would not. He would probably make her chant "Fuck my ass" repeatedly while he slammed into her. She again shivered at the thought. It seemed a long time had passed without a "visit" from her captor. She had begun to grow hungry and thirsty again. As her mind continued to wander to her impending further degradation she began to wish he would just get here and get it over with. The anticipation was almost as intolerable as the act. When he finally did arrive she was asleep - her head leaning forward, her long brown hair nearly covering her breasts. He quietly walked to where she was bound, knelt beside her and began to softly rub her inner thigh. She didn't awaken, but stirred slightly. He moved slowly up her thigh and was pleased to see her legs begin to part as he neared her pussy. Still asleep, Carly was dreaming of happier thoughts... of being with a tender lover. She could almost feel him pressing against her as he began to give her pleasure. It felt so real... she squirmed a bit, then she awoke with a start. There he was.. fingering her moist warmness. She shut her legs and he removed his fingers from inside her laughing. He licked them lingeringly as she glared at him. "You are a hot little number," he leered, "must have been thinking about me." She shook her head violently in disgust and embarrassment. "Well, at least I've been thinking about you," he said standing. He had come down totally undressed this time and his dick was rock hard. "Yeah, I've been thinking about you a lot," he said, giving it a quick rub. He released one of her arms and handed her a sandwich he had beside him. Famished she began to eat it silently. Again it was simply ham, but the taste was slightly off. She was nearly finished when he noted casually, "I used my special sauce on that one," then began making gestures with his dick indicating he had jacked off. She gagged and threw the remainder down, almost sickened at the thought. He laughed again. "Oh, you'll develop a taste for it after awhile. But we've other business now." He released her from the chair and firmly moved her over to the sofa bed. "Lay down," he ordered. She sank to the bed, lying on her back, vainly trying to cover her breasts and pussy. "No.. No... on your stomach." She didn't move at once and he slapped her thigh roughly. "On your stomach, Bigtits." She slowly turned over quivering, her head turned toward him to see what he was going to do. He sat beside her on the bed and poured some lotion from a bottle into his hands. He then began to massage her aching shoulders and upper back. Despite her terror, she could not help but feel pleasure at the touch. As he continued to rub she could almost hear herself moaning gently. Her muscles had ached for days and this was such a welcome relief. His hands rubbed down from her shoulders to the small of her back. The feeling was still very pleasant, but frightening thoughts returned as his palms arched her butt cheeks. He had begun to stare at her ass.... round and plump and so soft to the touch. He covered a finger in lotion, then traced it along the crack of her rear. She let out a little frightened noise, so he repeated the motion, this time exploring a little deeper in the crack. She tried to get up and he smacked one cheek harshly with his hand, the red print showing up nicely on her white bottom. She settled down as he continued to examine the crack. He spread the cheeks gently to get a better view and discovered her puckered little hole. He toyed with it as she softly writhed under him. "You like this, don't you," he demanded. She only shook her head. "You like it, don't you," he said more forcefully, smacking her other cheek. "Yes! Yes! I like it!" she cried. "What do you like?" he questioned. "I like it! I like it! Just leave me alone!" He smacked her cheek again. "No! Tell me what you like. Tell me you like me playing with your asshole." She was again silent so he walloped away at her rear, first one cheek, then the other... red welts rising from his punishment. "I like it. I like you playing with my asshole!" she screamed out. "Mmmmmm good. I knew you did", as his finger continued to gently probe the puckered hole. He poured on more lotion and inserted his finger up to the first joint, moving it in and out gently. His fingers occasionally would follow the crack till its end and slowly caress her privates. She was doubly humiliated, because she could feel how moist she'd become down there, and knew that he too was aware of it. Then he abruptly stopped. She craned her neck to see what he was doing. He stood above her then kneeled on the sofa, placing one knee across the small of her back and straddling her. She felt the pressure from his dick and balls as he settled them there, inches above her rear. He leaned forward and moved her long hair from the back of her neck. He began breathing on it and kissing it gently. She shuddered again at his touch. He slid one hand under her and cupped one large tit that pressed against the fabric of the sofa. He continued to nuzzle, and kiss, and lick the side and back of her neck. He slid his body back slightly and she felt his cock slightly protrude into the top of her crack. "Oh God," she thought, "he's going to do it." Then he whispered in her ear, "Okay, babe, now tell me what you really want." "Oh, no, no, no... he really is going to make me say it," she thought. In defiance she said, "I want you to get off of me!" His hand beneath her squeezed her tit tightly. "No, now that's not what I want to hear. You know what I want, now say it," punctuating the last comment with another squeeze. "I want you to...ahhh". "Yessss?" "I.. ahhh.. I want you to..." "Come on babe. You can say it. We're friends here." "I.. ahhh... I ahhh... I ahhhh want youtofuckmeintheass." The words came out quickly and in a blur, but she had said them. "Mmmmm... now that's what I thought. But you're gonna have to say it again. Say, 'I'm a big-titted little slut who needs an ass-fucking'" as he again squeezed her tit. "I'm ahh.... I'm ahhh..." "You're a what?" "... a big-titted little slut." "And what do you need?" "...an ass fucking." "Well, Bigtits, you're in luck, cause I'm gonna give you one." He then slid back a little and she felt her ass cheeks part. She knew it wasn't his finger this time that was probing her tight, puckered hole. She clenched her teeth as she felt the lotion-annoited head go slightly in. He wiggled it against the tight opening, then pressed a little further. She couldn't help but make a small, whelping noise as she felt the hole widen as if being ripped. He paused then said, "Allright, Bigtits, tell me what you want me to do." She had no choice, and the words gurgled from her mouth almost involuntarily, "Fuck me in the ass.". "Yes," he almost squealed as he shoved his full six inches deep within her nearly virgin hole. She screamed in pain, feeling as though she were being ripped apart. "Oh, god," she thought, or maybe even said. It was far worse than she had remembered from her short-lived experiment from several years ago. She felt him begin to extract his cock as her muscles contracted, then the searing pain again as he lunged back into her, his balls slapping her on the cheeks. She was weeping, crying and screaming, but somehow the only words that emerged from her mouth were "Fuck me in the ass! Fuck me in the ass!". Oh, god, and he did. In and out, his six inches feeling like twelve as he impaled her repeatedly. She could sense his excitement and pleasure.. even more palpable then his earlier encounters with her. He knew she was totally demeaned by this act, and he revelled in it. Then finally the movement stopped with him still wedged deep inside her. Her senses where nearly numb down there, but she knew his cock was spewing his hot cum deep in her hole. He twitched a little and let out a moan. "Mmmmmmmm.... baby.... you're ass is Hot!" he said. She lay silently, the pain only beginning to subside. He slowly slid his cock from between her cheeks, his hardon relieved, it was slowly receding. "Mmmmmm...," he said again, looking down at his handiwork as some of his thick creamy cum bubbled up from the once tight hole. His dick was a little chafed from his workout, but he scarcely felt it. All he felt was great satisfaction. His dick was satisfied, having shot another huge load, and he was also smugly satisfied from having violated Carly's sanctuary. She still lay there whimpering from the pain and humiliation, but he knew that despite herself, she was also excited. She knew it too, which made her degradation even worse. He turned her over, tears streaming down her face. She rubbed her eyes and looked up helplessly. "Don't worry, baby, it's your turn now." She looked at him puzzled through her tears. His hand again slid between her legs and he again felt the moistness there. "Stop it!" she thought, but no words came from her dry mouth. "Mmmmmm... such a hot little cunt," he murmured as he played with her clit. Then he situated himself between her legs again. He began kissing and licking her belly... twirling his tongue in her belly button. She writhed gently under him. His mouth moved down, rubbing against her pubic hair. It was usually nicely trimmed, but she knew there must be stubble. It had been days since she had been able to preform her bathroom rituals. Then she felt his hot breath on her clit... his tongue tickling it... his lips sucking it. The Capture of Bigtits "Oh, no," she thought. "I don't want him to make me cum. Please don't let that happen." But despite herself the pleasure was welling up between her thighs. He continued to nurse on her swollen clit as she felt his hand probe her slit. He finger-fucked her as he licked and slurped at her delicious morsel. She twitched and turned, unable to control her body. She knew she was only moments for experiencing a rapture. But then he stopped and looked up at her, his chin resting on her pubic region.. his eyes peering over the mounds of her reclining breasts. "I can tell you're gonna cum soon," he said. "I want to be inside you when you do." He pulled her legs past the end of the couch, separated them and stood between them. His cock, which had so recently raped her backside, now stood poised and erect to enter her front. He shoved it in gently and the sensations of pleasure returned. "Not this... please don't let this awful man make me cum with his dick inside me." He moved his rod back and forth through her warm moistness until she could bear it no longer. "Ohhhhh yesssssss...," she screamed involuntarily. He felt her juices wash over his cock. She writhed for what seemed like minutes, unable to control the pleasure, then collapsed. He removed himself from inside her. He was still hard, having not yet shot a second load. He walked up and stood by her reclining head. "Here you go," he said, his cock rising inches from her mouth. "Taste yourself on it." His hand clutched one of her tits in warning, but she didn't even bother to resist. She was too spent to argue or fight and allowed him entry into her mouth. In a very short span he had violated each of her holes now. She continued to suck his dick as he fondled his balls, until finally he again ejaculated. She gagged briefly on the cum until she could swallow it down, grateful he had already shot one load before forcing this act upon her. He removed his dick from her mouth and small drops of his cum and her saliva dotted her face as he shook it. He continued to rub one of her large nipples between his fingers, though he produced no pain by this act. "You did a good job today, Bigtits," he said. "Guess I'll have to give you a reward later. Maybe a decent meal and a little bathroom time." He taped her arms and legs to the sofa before he left, but at least this time she was lying down. Carly wept herself quietly to sleep, wondering vaguely what more he could possibly have planned for her. He was there again the next day. He said very little, just continued to stare at her exposed flesh in a manner he knew tormented her. He unstrapped her from the sofa and clamped on a pair of leg restraints around her small ankles. He led her from the room and up towards the narrow stairs she hadn't noticed before. He helped her climb them slowly, as the restraints limited her motion. She knew that even if she chose to try and run, she wouldn't get very far. At the top of the stairs he led her to a small table, where a nice meal had been prepared. A slice of prime rib, some mashed potatoes and corn, even a piece of chocolate cake for dessert. He motioned to her to sit down, then he sat opposite her in front of his own plate. "See, I promised you a decent meal, and I always deliver," he said not unkindly. "Thank you," she muttered as she looked down at the plate warily. "Oh, don't worry... no special sauce this time," he chuckled. As hungry as she was, and as good as the food looked, she had to confess to herself that she probably didn't care at this point, but was relieved to hear it anyway. She looked up at him, still aware of her nakedness and pleaded, "Could I maybe have something to put on?". "Oh, no... that's not part of the deal. I like to look at them titties... it would be a shame to cover 'em up." She simply shrugged, her sense of modesty having dissipated over the past days... week... she really wasn't sure how long she'd been there. The food was excellent and she finished every bite. He even produced a bottle of wine, and she reluctantly had a glass... then another. She hadn't wanted to broach the subject, considering the previous results, but after the meal she felt she had to ask. "I.. ahhh.. I ahhh.. need to, you know, freshen up." "Mmmm... gotta pee again do you. Maybe even take a crap." His bluntness was not comforting, but he was correct. "Uh huh. I really do." He laughed again, which made her almost regret having brought it up. "Well, I'll let you. You can even sit on the toilet this time." Suddenly relieved, she let out a deep sigh that made her bosom heave... an effect he noticed with pleasure. "Are you ready?" he asked. "For the bathroom? Yeah, I really am." "Okay, it's this way". He helped her to her feet and she shuffled beside him down another small hall to a bathroom. Not large, but so much better than that horrible stall downstairs. The toilet looked so inviting as she headed towards it. As she sat down she noticed him walk towards the tub and sit on the edge of it facing her. "Ah, could I maybe have a minute alone?". "Nope," he smiled, "I'm gonna watch you do your business." She nearly began crying again. How much humiliation would she be forced to endure. "I don't think I can with you staring at me." "I'm patient, take all the time you want. But remember, you might not have such luxurious accommodations the next time you need to go." Realizing the implied threat she tried to relax her bladder. Finally a thin stream of urine tinkled to the water below her bottom. The stream grew larger as her bladder emptied. It was a relief and now she also felt a movement in her bowels. She experienced some pain as a large movement began to emerge from her rectum that his cock has so roughly violated. Finally it too dropped into the water below, and she breathed a sigh of relief. He handed her a roll of toilet paper, which she used to wipe herself, him watching her every movement. She then flushed the paper along with her waste. "That wasn't so hard now, was it," he said. "See, we're getting more comfortable with each other." "You really are sick," she said softly. She was afraid that she may anger him, but he just continued to smile. "I do have another treat for you," he said, producing a small safety razor and a can of foam. He rubbed his cheeks and said, "It was getting a little rough the last time I was down there." Again she was embarrassed at the thought of his tongue tasting her, bringing her to orgasm against her will. "I've always wanted to do this," he said as he began to spread some foam on her legs. "He's not going to shave me himself, is he," she thought. But that was exactly what he planned. He performed the ritual on the lower portion of first one leg and then the other. She was surprised he had done it so well. He had only nicked her once, which was a better average than she could usually produce. She became more apprehensive as he shaved the fine hair on her upper thighs, working toward her bikini line. He begin to shave the pubic area below her belly, leaving the thin strip of hair she sometimes thought of as her landing strip, but that thought did not come to her now. Still gently and without a mishap, he spread the lips of her womanhood and cleanly shaved the area around it. Once again, she found herself uncomfortably excited by the touch of the hands and razor down there. Finally he was done. He looked at his handiwork approvingly. "Now you're smooth as a baby's butt. You can hop in the tub if you want. I'll even wash your back." She willingly accepted the offer as he began to run the water. The water felt good as she lowered her still sore bottom into it. It stung just a little, but the warmth comforted her. She washed herself in near oblivion to his lingering presence, scarcely noticing him observe every nook and cranny of her anatomy as she cleansed the grime of several days away. She lathered up her hair and rinsed it under the tap. As she leaned forward she felt his hands on her back, washing it as he promised. She didn't resist and allowed him to finish. Feeling cleaner than she had in a week, she rose from the water and he handed her a towel. She dried her hair, then her body, and then wrapped the towel around herself. "Oh, no," he said, taking the towel off of her gently, but firmly. "We're keeping you on display. A body like that needs to be appreciated." Realizing it was pointless to argue, she resumed her nudity with as much grace as she could muster. "Well, Bigtits," he said, using the hideous pet name that he almost always called her by now, "I'm getting hard again. What do you think we should do about it." "Oh, please," she pleaded, "could we maybe not do anything about it." Feeling clean she could hardly bear the thought of him violating her again right now. He smiled again and said, "There's no point in me going around with an erection when there's a beautiful slut like you here. But, I'll tell you what. I'll let you give me a hand job. Nice and slow and easy. That way you won't have to get too messy." She breathed a small sigh of relief. It seemed so much better than any alternative. "Allright Bigtits, get to it," he said, standing in front of her. Kneeling, she undid has belt and released his trousers, sliding them down to the floor. Then she slid down his shorts, revealing once again his hard cock. She wrapped one of her small hands around the shaft, squeezing gently as she moved up and down on it. "Oh, you are good," he nodded approvingly. And she knew she was. She had entertained numerous boyfriends in high school with her technique before she had ever "done it" with one of them. She continued her steady motion on his stiff rod as she felt it grow even harder. She began caressing his balls with her other hand as she continued to rub up and down the shaft and gently teasing the head with her thumb. She felt one of his hands in her scalp, gently rubbing her hair as he moaned softly. Her motions became more rapid as she sensed he was getting close. With another light squeeze on his balls, he again erupted. She kept the motion up, rubbing his spurting cum up and down his dick as he continued to spew. She finally squeezed the last few drops from him and then released his cock to dangle towards the floor. "Was that allright," she asked, knowing it was but seeking his approval and further confirmation that nothing more would be asked of her for the moment. "Mmmmm... Bigtits, that was great. Talented hands, babe," he said as he pulled up his shorts and trousers. She washed the stickiness from her hands in the sink. They returned to the area where they had eaten and she accepted another glass of wine. She was reluctant to return to the small, cell-like room below, but didn't protest when he decided it was time. He didn't strap her arms down this time, but firmly chained her leg restraints to a radiator pipe. Her movements were still somewhat limited, but it seemed so much better than before. He then again left her to her own devices. She walked around a bit before settling on the bed, where she daydreamed and dozed. Over the next few days he visited her often, always with an erection that he expected her to relieve. She became somewhat impressed that he could rise so often and felt almost a sense of pride that she was the inspiration for this ability. His attitude towards her tits had become almost like worshiping at a shrine. He fucked them often, as he had promised, but since she seldom resisted anymore, the acts were nowhere near as rough as they had been the first time. She had been commanded to masturbate for him again several times, as well. She did so, if not willingly, at least without complaint. On these occasions he would jack himself off while she did her business, which usually resulted in an intense orgasm. The same resulted on the occasions when he would finger her himself or bury his face between her legs. He had licked and teased her asshole since, but he didn't invade her there again. But that was her only orifice that didn't enter. He fucked her pussy with only slightly less regularity than he creamed her tits, and he loved to see her suck him off, particularly after he had dipped inside of her juices. He would provide meals and allow her to use the upstairs bathroom when she wished, sometimes even letting her relieve herself without him watching. She occasionally wondered what her friends were doing since she had disappeared. She wasn't sure, but imagined over two weeks had passed. Surely, she had been missed. She was between jobs... and boyfriends... but she was popular and someone would be concerned by now. Her sessions with her captor had become almost mundane. He'd either fuck the tits - "Wearing a trench between the melons" - as he had put it, or they would engage in some other fuck and suck activity. Then one day he entered her room naked, as he often did, and told her to get in the chair. She was surprised when he put himself over her lap, his bottom heaving towards her. "I've been a bad boy," he said. She nearly laughed as she slapped him hard across the rear. "You really have," she agreed and continued to spank him till his butt turned beet red. He had fucked her savagely after that, and she had to admit it had been exciting for her as well. Then one day he walked into the room and sat in the stiff chair as she was laying on the bed. "This time," he said, "I want you to ride me. Ride me good and hard," as he gently stroked his cock. "I want them big titties bouncing in my face while you give me the ride of my life. And I want you talking dirty to me as you do it. Make me feel like we're lovers having a marathon fuck-fest." Considering some of the acts she had been made to perform, this one didn't seem overly difficult. Her feelings of shame had nearly vanished during the extent of her capture. She climbed in his lap facing him, her tits square in his face. She smothered him with them saying, "You like these big titties, don't you, babe." "Oh, Yeah!" was his reply. "You wanna suck these nipples don't ya," she teased. Greedily he took one in his mouth, nursing it. They were still sensitive but she reacted more with pleasure than with pain at his attentions. "Give me that big cock, I want it in me," she said, as she slid closer. She inserted his erection in her slit, sliding down on it as he continued to nibble on her tits. "I wanna ride you. You're my stallion. Give it to me." She began bouncing up and down in his lap, his cock deep within her. "Oh, yeah, baby - fuck me!" he shouted. "I'm fucking you. You're my stallion. Fuck my pussy you big stallion." She could hardly believe the words she was saying, but it was clear that this was what he wanted to hear. It was one of the longer sessions they spent as she coaxed his cock, "Give me that cum. Shoot that hot cum in me. I want to feel it inside me." Finally he consented and unleashed his load in her. The activity had produced an effect on her as well as she climaxed almost simultaneously, collapsing in his arms in the afterglow. "Mmmmm...," he whispered in her ear, "that was truly spectacular." "Uh huh, it was," she nodded, forgetting for the moment her circumstances. They held each other for several more minutes before he motioned for her to get up. Almost reluctantly she arose, his dick sliding from her cunt. He stood and walked outside. A few minutes later he returned. He had dressed and he brought with him a set of clean clothes. She could tell they were hers. "How did you get these," she asked, taking them. He smiled again, "Oh, I went by your apartment and used your key." "You're letting me get dressed??" she said with almost mixed emotions. "Yep. It's been two weeks. About time for the vacation to be over." She looked at him quizzically. "Vacation? You mean you're letting me go? But aren't you afraid I'll go to the police. My god, you've raped me. You've raped me every possible way, and you're just letting me go?" "Oh, I doubt you'll go to the police. Come on and get dressed," he said, as he released her leg shackles. She quickly complied, putting on her panties and bra. The material felt good around her breasts. She slid into the pair of jeans and buttoned up the cotton shirt he had provided. He then took her by the hand and led her upstairs. He motioned her to sit on a couch in front of a television in the room. Curious, she did. He stepped out of the room briefly and returned with a tape, inserting it into the VCR atop the television. He then sat beside her, his hand resting familiarly on her upper thigh. She didn't try to move it, just watched as images came on the screen. She suddenly recognized the picture of her, her head bobbing up and down on his cock. Then there was him, going down on her, and her eventually obvious orgasm. Then she again witnessed the spanking and the fucking that followed. The final portion was of their just complete session. Her sight of her shoving her tits in his face, the sounds of her begging for his cock, and then riding him till they both exploded in ecstasy. He sat there smiling, "I've been answering some of your e-mail," he said, pointing to a computer in the corner. "Told your friends you and I were going on a two-week vacation. I don't think you'll really want to deny it. That video doesn't look like you were doing anything you didn't want to. In fact it looks like you were having the time of your life." She realized that the pieces of tape were a compelling lie. There was no evidence that this was anything other than two people enjoying each others bodies. The leg restraints were conspicuously absent in any of the frames. Once again she felt violated. This man had raped her, abused her, humiliated her and debased her, and, damn it, no one would believe it. He had fucked her again, she thought. "You're car is outside," he said, tossing her purse and keys to her. "Drive safe, Bigtits." She had no idea what to say. Her relief at finally being allowed her freedom was tempered by the knowledge that she would have no justice over this man. And other emotions she didn't understand welled up in her as well. She walked over to him and slapped him violently across the face. "You freak!" she shrieked at him, as all of the debasements over the past weeks flooded back over her. He just smiled, grabbed her chin and kissed her full on the lips as his other hand again groped her tit. This relatively mild liberty, under the circumstances, was all that she could bear. She shoved him aside, ran for the door nearly in tears and headed for her car as she heard him laughing inside the house. She drove down the driveway to the small road. Not knowing where she was she chose a direction and headed in it. Finally she reached street signs with familiar names and managed to wind her way back to her apartment. She spent hours in the tub, trying to wash away the thoughts of the past two weeks. She slept fitfully, her first night in her own bed. Days passed, but her degradation seldom strayed far from her mind. She went out with friends, but knew she couldn't bring herself to tell them what happened. Who would believe her? She soon began to regain her familiar routine and the thoughts became less vivid. It was nearly a month since she had been naked and chained when a package arrived in the mail. When she opened it she saw a video and a note from "Him". Just a simple note if anyone else had seen it, but so infuriating to her. It simply read "Hey Bigtits. Enjoyed our vacation very much. Hope to see you - all of you - again soon. Why don't you meet me at "our place" this Saturday at eight. I think it would be fun." He honestly expected her to go to that little bar again for him.