(C) Determined to save her tits, she starts pulling hard on the weight before the time starts.

The coils pulled taunt, lifting her swollen breasts slightly. The soft tinkle of the bells on her tender nipples drew her attention. Her poor melons were a dark red, bruises from the first challenge dotted their vein rippled surfaces. I can’t believe what Sandi has done to me! This thought filled her with a burning rage. And that rage made her determined to win this challenge.

Before the timer even started, she let out a wild roar and started pulling back against the lines. Her bound, tortured breasts screamed. The rings dragged her melons away from her chest. Her boobs looked so stretched! It felt like they would rip off any second. But she gritted her teeth, pulling harder than she had ever before.

The swollen orbs seemed to double in size, veins dark rivulets on her taunt skin. Randi closed her eyes to try to focus all her energy on keeping the weight up. Time seemed to slow and the 100 pounds grew heavier each second. The pain burned in her tits worse than the electric shocks of the last challenge. Her legs trembled. Muscles not used to such hard work, her calves and thighs felt like they’d been set a fire.

I will not lose! Randi chanted the thought over and over, giving her aching body the strength to keep going.

Still when she heard the timer finally buzz the end of the challenge, she never felt such a relief. Letting out a cheer, she slowly stopped pulling against the lines. Something wasn’t right. The weight no longer dragged at her, but the lines gave no slack either. “What’s going on? I beat the time!”

Soft applause behind her made her glance over her shoulder. “Yes, cuz, that was impressive. I never thought you’d have it in you to keep that weight up.” Sandi gave a fake frown. “But you jumped the gun. That’s a forfeit, I’m afraid.”

“What! B...but I won!” Randi shook her head. “You...you can’t take my breasts!”

“You know the rules, a forfeit is an instance loss. I guess you should say good-bye to your twins.” The cruel grin on her face sent cold chills racing up and down Randi’s spine. She raised her hands, posed to clap the **** knell for Randi’s breasts.

“Stop!” Daisy suddenly appeared beside them. While still naked, she was no longer bound and the nano-rings weren’t on her breasts any more. Freed because Randi had taken on each of the challenges. “Sandi, that’s not right!”

The flat chested girl looked at the blonde. “What do you mean? She forfeited. We must stick to the rules.”

“You can’t take her tits for going too early. You never told her that wasn’t allowed. If it’s a forfeit, then there should be some middle ground!”

For a long moment, Sandi stared daggers at the busty blonde. Then slowly, a cruel smile slid across her face. “Fine, I’m one for compromise.” She turned to her cousin. “So, what should the compromise be? I want your tits on a platter, you want to keep them on your chest, right?”

“Hell yes I want to keep them!” If she could have, Randi would have hugged her swollen, aching melons tight.

“So, what’s the middle ground.” Sandi pantomimed thinking hard. With a sudden cry, she said, “Ah, ha! I’ve got it. You get to keep your fat teats and I get some fun. From now on, you will have to wear my nano-rings all the time and since I can’t have your tits to mount on my wall, once a week you have to present them to me for 2 hours of ‘fun time’.”

“What! You’ve got to be kidding me!” Randi thrashed against her bounds. “What kind of compromise is that!”

“It’s the best you’re going to get.” Sandi raised her hands as if to clap. “Remember, I could just take them now. So, do you agree?”

Randi looked at her tits, red, bruised, veins dancing along their surfaces. Swallowing down her bile, she dropped her head. “Yes,”

“Oh, this is going to be fun.” Sandi let out a whistle and the lines split away from Randi. “Well, cuz, you can’t say I’m not a woman of my word. You can go free, just remember, you have an appointment with me starting tomorrow!”

“Oh, God!”

DARK ENDING