My Plight Continues (written by me as prize for 3 wins)

The following days were awful. I could barely sleep and ever since I got that 'enhancement' down there, I was so fucking horny I couldn't think straight. The piercings worked only too well, perfected by the use on untold generations of poor women **** to play this cruel game. The gleaming metal shielded my clit so effectively that I barely felt anything down there. But the insidious design didn't just prevent any touch of the old love nub, it also managed to excite me perpetually, making me constantly aroused like a randy teenager. I am so turned on all the time that everything started to look like a fucking cock!

My fingers gently touched the bloated tit that spilled out of the wall. The skin was warm, smooth and soft, the flesh pleasantly springy. Must be quite a young woman in there, wasting away the best years of her life as a room decoration, reduced to nothing more but a pair of undoubtedly spectacular tits. I caressed her hard nipples in the vain attempt to provide some relief to the poor, trapped soul behind that wall. After all she was just an unfortunate player who lost the racken game one too many times.

I swore this wouldn't happen to me and vowed that I would do anything in my power to get my clit back and free my tits from these bindings once and for all.

"Hey Selina, checking out your favorite spot? Your tits will fit just fine next to those, but if you want, I can offer you a spot in the mansion I'm eyeing, once I have that last win under my belt and can finally get away from this fucking island."

"Phara, you old cheat! What are you still doing here? I thought you're out?!"

The sly slut grimaced, visibly uncomfortable with the situation.

"Yeah, the last one didn't count, unfortunately. The cunts nullified my win, said I have to win fair and square to get out. They even threatened to put my tits on the table of their fancy chamber if I dared to cheat again."

"Hah! Finally, they show some sense! Wait, does that mean that I…"

"Nope, that lust pebble of yours stays locked away. They don't pity losers, you know. You're still only one game away from losing it all. So, how's your clit doing?"

Suddenly, Phara's fist shot forward and punched me right into my new piercing. I found myself on the floor in a fetal position as pain exploded in my groin.

"Still feeling something, huh? Too bad it's only the bad kind of sensation and you can't even soothe the little pearl after the blow, right? Want me to kick that thing again? Maybe I can shut it down for good? Eww… My hand's all wet! Damn, girl, you're a fucking slime pit down there! Disgusting! Anyhow, looks like we're paired up again. Looking forward to putting you in your place for good! Enjoy your freedom while it lasts, won't be long and you'll be nothing but a pair of tits entertaining the crowds!"

"It won't be that easy, bitch," I thought, "Now I know your cheap tricks and will make sure it's your fat knockers on the wall."

I relished in my fantasies of squeezing and slapping Phara's bloated and tightly bound udders while the rest of her body was hidden out of sight. Oh what I would do with those things. Sweet ****! Alas, I first had to win! Better work on a good strategy, fast!

I used the remaining time to prepare myself, to steel my body for battle. My mornings consisted of endless squats and exercises, and long runs followed by serious sparring with some of the girls.

We weren't really friends, of course. There were no friends on the island, no one looking out for anyone else. Everyone was fighting for themselves and helping another girl out of the goodness of their souls was just unfathomable. But it was still possible to find allies, especially if they were in a similar situation and were looking for a training partner, too.

"You have to use your legs more!" shouted Taylor as she skeptically observed my footwork once again, "You won't win against Selina unless you're in top notch condition. But let's focus on your tits for now."

"My tits? What about them? They're bound tight like anyone else's and I am not even capable of removing the rope."

"That's not what I meant. You know what wins fights?"

"No, what?"

"Determination. And you know the biggest enemy of determination?"

"Weak legs?"

"Nope, pain. Excruciating, mind-boggling pain during the competition, when every ounce of fighting spirit counts."

"So what? I can't magically switch off pain, can I?"

"No, but you can get used to it. You can train your body to ignore it. You can desensitize your pain receptors by exposing them to constant and forceful stimulus."

"How?"

Suddenly, Taylor punched me right into my bound left tit, hard. I doubled over as pain exploded through my chest.

"What the fuck? That hurt!"

"That's the point, stupid bitch! That's how you can win!"

"By letting you pummel my tits?"

"By getting used to the kind of pain that will occur during the fight! So probably not the simple, straight jab that I delivered to your cute nipple but more of the rope tugging and shearing that will happen."

"Really?"

"Don't believe me? Have you heard of Zena the Great?"

"Of course, everyone knows her! She's the only one that got out after only one fight. She won her first game ever and was out."

"Exactly. For everyone else, the first fight ends up being a disaster because you can't really prepare yourself for the utter brutality that is Racken. But Zena showed how you can do it. Unfortunately, no one paid attention."

"So how did she do it? Winning against all odds?"

"She prepared herself in a way that no sane person would ever consider."

"Don't beat around the bush! Tell me!"

"She hung herself by her tits for an entire week before the game. Every morning, she would climb up the tree, fasten the thinnest, most cruel ropes around her bound orbs and jump down. Then, she would hang there until she fell ****. Another girl that she bribed would then wake her up with a splash of water and pull on her until she fainted again. She made the girl swear not to let her down until she stopped screaming."

"Fuuuuck! You can't be serious!"

"I'm just telling you. You're aware this is your last chance, right? And one of the more popular final tasks for the loser is to string them up by their tits for public amusement, right? So why not do it voluntarily before the game?"

"And you? You've got a fight coming as well, don't you? How are you preparing yourself?"

"What do you think? Of course, I'll hang myself from my tits! I would be stupid not to! That's why I'm telling you, I need a partner!"

"So you want to do it the Zena way? That I'll wake you up whenever you fall ****?"

"Exactly. Come on, heads or tails,who goes first."

"Wow."

"Heads or Tails?"

"Head."

"Damn. You won. Come on, I'll know a place where we are out of sight."

I followed Taylor who seemed awfully confident in her plan and soon I was standing on a remote part of the beach. A lone coconut tree was towering above us, swaying slowly from the strong winds.

Taylor motioned me to turn around and started to uncoil the thin rope she had brought. I began to doubt myself and felt rather ****, but still went along with the plan.

The burly woman deftly grabbed my bound breast and slid a loop of rope over my bindings. After she made sure, the thin string was sitting right at the base of my breast, she tightened it until it bit deep into my flesh. Then, she added more loops followed by elaborate knots. Once she was satisfied, she moved to the other side and repeated the procedure.

"Alright, time for you to fly!"

Taylor took the ropes, tied the ends around some coconuts she found and skillfully threw them over a branch. Then, she pulled me up.

I cannot describe the pain I felt. The rope cut so deeply into the bases of my fat tits that I feared I would lose them. And even though I had gotten used to my breast bindings long ago, this pain was on another level. I heard Taylor huffing behind me as she pulled at the ropes and wondered how she managed to pull me up so easily. Soon, my tits were almost touching my chin and I started to lose my grip. With only my toes still on the ground, I yelled in pain and begged her to stop with the ****. But Taylor wouldn't have any of it and only pulled harder.

Moments later, I was swinging in the wind like a leaf, tits torn upwards and wailing like a baby. I screamed at Taylor to stop it, begged her to let me down, but she wouldn't flinch. I had no other choice than to endure the pain.

It didn't take long for me to pass out. But just like we agreed, Taylor was quick to drench me in water so I woke up again.

I must have screamed for hours and it was a miracle that no one had found us. Soon, night came and after a few hours in darkness, even Taylor needed some rest and finally let me pass out in peace. And when she woke me up the next morning, the pain was back just as blazingly hot as before and I started screaming again.

Taylor didn't waiver . She fed me, cared for me, but didn't let me down. Instead, she pulled at my feet to increase the strain even more. I thought I would go crazy, thought I would die from the pain, but to my own surprise, it slowly got better. Whether I was actually getting used to it or something else, I don't know. But slowly, the pain lost its edge.

After another night of restless sleep, Taylor said, "You stopped screaming for quite some time now. How are you feeling?"

"It...hurts… but I can tolerate it now. Are my tits still where they belong?"

"Yes they are. They look painfully swollen but that's to be expected. I guess it's my turn now."

She cut the ropes and let me down from that terrible tree. The bindings everyone had to wear unfortunately obstructed the view, so I could barely inspect myself for damage. And to my dismay, the pain intensified ten folds once the thin loops were gone and I was moaning haplessly.

"What are you waiting for? Tie me up!"

It was harder than I thought to get Taylor up the tree. Tying the thin rope around her fat tits wasn't the problem, but pulling her up took more than expected. I tried to come up with a clever way to do that, to build tools of sorts or something, but in the end it was my very own weight plus a bunch of heavy stones tied to my legs that did the trick.

I climbed up the tree, tied the ends of the ropes around my own bindings, fastened the stone weights to my ankles, and then jumped down the tree.

And it worked! The combined weight was sufficient to pull Taylor far enough up that she lost the ground under her feet. The only problem was that the ropes attaching the stones to my legs were too long. The additional weight was now laying on the ground rather uselessly while I was dangling from my tits again. We both were swaying in the wind, held up in the air only by our breasts and I had nothing to cut me down.

"Real brilliant move, Selina, real brilliant move," groaned Taylor who seemed so much tougher than me now. Not even a little scream from that woman!

"Shit! What now?" I moaned while trying hard to ignore the pain in my tits.

"How do I know? You screwed up, so you better find a way to get us out of this mess. As far as I'm concerned, I'm starting with my training now."

Right She was supposed to hang there, it's what she wanted the entire time! As if she needed any exercise, she seemed quite capable already of ignoring the pain. Did she even feel anything in her boobs?

"Hey guys! What's going on here?"

Shit. Phara of all people! How the hell can I be so unlucky?

"Interesting game you play here! How's it called? Boxing bags?"

"Oh fuck off, Phara!"

"Oh no, I won't fuck off! On the contrary, I will have plenty of fun with you two sluts. Come on, Selina, spread those slutty legs for me!"

"What do you want?" I yelled annoyed.

The kick into my cunt was so hard it almost knocked me out. My poor clit that was so thoroughly trapped behind bars exploded once again and made wish that thing would be gone for good.

"Hey, I have an idea how to improve this boring game! How about I kick your filthy cunt until you really can't feel anything anymore? How long do you think this would take? Hours? Days?"

"For fuck's sake, Phara! Did I piss into your breakfast or what?"

Suddenly, a gust of wind grabbed Becca and pulled her out of the stranger's body and back through the door.