(C) Randi accepts the challenge reluctantly.

Randi looked from her cousin to the corridor before her. Her bound boobs throbbed in time with her heart. It didn’t take much thought for her to see that the narrow hall was a trap. She didn’t know how, but it was obvious. So, she crept into the corridor. Inching forward, her eyes darted everywhere. What does Sandi have planned? The question rolled through her head over and over again.

But she made it a fourth of the way down the hall and nothing. The lack of threat only ramped up her nerves. She could feel them jangle with every heartbeat. Combined with the tight rings squeezing her melons, her tits went from aching to pounding.

“You’re doing pretty good cuz.” Sandi practically sang. “But don’t forget, there’s a time limit.”

Randi knew it was a mistake to listen to her flat chested cousin. It didn’t stop her from looking up at the count down clock at the end of the hall. One minute! It had take her two minutes to get halfway! She had to speed up or she’d never make it.

And her next step triggered the machine mounted in the wall to her left. The arm swung down so fast it too her three seconds to register the pain of it slapping her breasts. It was intense, beyond anything she’d felt before. The blast of it sent her staggering back.

The machine on her right sprang to life. It struck her swollen melons as if it was trying to knock ‘em to the floor. Randi let out a scream and staggered back again. And again the next machine attacked. The mind consuming agony of the blow dropped her to the floor.

But this was no reprieve. The nearest machine attacked her mercilessly. It caught her breasts and caused them to bounce off her stomach. As they started to settle back into place the same arm whipped up. For two blinding seconds Randi thought the hit had ripped her melons right off.

She collapsed, nearly **** onto her back. The machines gave her no rest. It crashed down, smashing her bound and swollen melons into her chest. It felt as if her poor tits were being crushed flat. All thought fled her mind. Her whole world reduced to the shattering pain in her teats.

When she came back to herself, the crushing weight was gone. Her boobs still cried out their pain but it was almost manageable. She told herself, she needed to be quick or the machine would strike again. And she wasn’t quick enough. The melon smasher came whistling down. She let out a breathless scream, her mistreated boobs took another blow. Pain slammed her mind, red hot and massive. It felt as if her teats were about to be ground to dust.

And adding to her agony, the arm stopped and just laid there smashing her swollen melons to her chest. A constant moan wheezed from her throat. Though it couldn’t have been more than a minute, it seemed to go on for hours. When Sandi squatted next to her head. Randi could barely focus enough to understand what she said. “Ah, too bad cousin, looks like you ran out of time. Maybe you’ll have better luck on the next challenge.” She clapped and the boob smasher lifted clear. The release just made Randi’s tits scream louder.

“But that’s good news for me and the webcam viewers.”

Somehow that penetrated the fog of pain clouding Randi’s mind. From her position half slumped against the hall floor, she groaned, “Webcam?”

“Oh, didn’t I tell you?” A viper striking, her flat chested cousin had Randi by the wrist and spun her around, crashing to the floor. The busty teen smacked tits first, the added **** dazing her long enough that Sandi easily got her hands bound behind her back. With no small amount of pain the skinny, red-head dragged Randi to her feet.

“Yes, dear cousin, you’re being recorded. If you weren’t a little tied up, I’d tell you to wave to the cameras. Since you can’t, we’ll just move on to the second challenge.”

She duck marched Randi through the hall door into a large room. A clear plexiglass wall with three doors divided the room. Each door led to a small chamber. Before Randi could give it any thought, Sandi smashed her tits into the plexiglass wall. Tapping the wall in front of Randi’s face, she explained. “There are 3 ways to the other side of the room. Each chamber has a puzzle for you to solve to get through.”

“H, how am I going to solve any puzzles with my hands behind my back!” Randi cried.

“No fear, sweet cousin, all the puzzles can be solved with your fat melons.” Sandi gave Randi’s left breast a quick squeeze.

Randi could barely think. Her breasts throbbed, pain a hammering pulse. And she was going to have to put them through even more agony before the night was over. Locking eyes with her cousin, a chill played her spine like a xylophone. Sandi wanted her to suffer.

“I can’t believe you Sandi!” Randi growled. “I’ve been nothing but kind to you and this is the way you repay me!”

The vicious light in the flat chested girl’s eyes blazed hotter. “Pity is not kindness.” She reached out and twisted Randi’s nipple. Pain tore through her aching chest, nearly drowning out what Sandi said next. “Now, if you want to save these fat melons, you just have to win one of these challenges.”

A cruel laugh escaped her throat. “And if you were smart, you’d best do it on this one - the next challenge is much, much worse.”

“And I bet this challenge is worse than the last.” The busty red-head sneered at her cousin. “So what it has to be more than a few puzzles, what’s the catch?”

“Boy, sweet cousin, you keep proving you’re smarter than your reputation would imply.” Sandi waved at the three doors. “The challenges have an escalating risk of total failure. That means you aren’t just risking losing the challenge, but losing the entire night!”

“What? What does that mean?”

“My dear sweet cousin, it means that there is a chance you could lose your fat melons on one of these puzzles.”

“But, but you said I only have to complete one challenge successfully!”

“I did but there has to be a penalty for failure. So, you have one in three chances of losing your tits. One of the paths has a puzzle that if you fail - well you lose.” Sandi gave a cruel chuckle. “And even I don’t know which puzzle it is. I set it on random. So, which path are you going to take?”