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Chapter Three

Amitola found herself standing in a vast plane. Clear blue skies swept overhead, while hard packed desert spread before her. She couldn’t remember where she was or how she got there. As she looked around for clues, she felt a tight, crushing feeling in the bases of her fat breasts. She took hold of them and tried to see what was wrong. They looked like they always did. Two beautiful, heavy orbs. But the pain persisted. She squeezed her teats and let out a small cry. The pain jerked at her as if someone was trying to pull her mounds off.

“Be calm, little rainbow.” A familiar voice crooned beside her.

She turned in shock. There next to her stood her gorgeous older sister. Eyes wide, she gasped, “Citlali! I’ve missed you so much!” As the words left her mouth, a sudden thought jumped into her head. “Have I died and passed into the Spirit Lands?”

Citlali gave her a kind smile. “No, this is just the Dream Lands.”

Amitola swept her gaze around again. “How are you here? You died!” Her voice broke with unshed tears.

“Do not worry about me, my little rainbow.” Citlali laid her hand on the busty teen’s left breast. That fat tit throbbed even harder. “The Great Spirit sends a message. Your teats are special, they are blessed.” She cupped the heavy mound, letting it overflow her hand. As she lifted it, she went on. “Such blessings come with turmoil. You must stay strong.”

Amitola could only nod.

“Wake now, you have many challenges ahead of you.”

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Amitola came too with a guttural cry. Pain, more pain than she had ever felt before clawed out from her breasts. She looked down and her tits were practically in her face. Seeing them so close only seemed to make the pain shoot toward the moon. Her massive paps were looped with two nooses at the bases. They were pulled so tight, her melons had swollen to twice their size. Skin taut, veins rippled along the surface, their color heading toward a deep purple.

“Good, you are awake!” Wild Bell’s voice jerked her attention away from her agonized mounds.

As she looked up at the outlaw, fear slammed into her gut. Distracted by the swollen, painful state of her teats, she hadn’t realized that she was hanging off the side of a cliff. Wild Bell’s lips pulled up in a vicious grin. “I’ve always been a woman of my word, filly. And while I considered giving you a chance,” she wiggled her brows. “You are just too feisty.”

She squatted on her heels. Reaching out a casual hand, she tugged at the rope strangling Amitola’s boobs. “We couldn’t find a tree, but I think we came up with a good replacement.” She waved at the cliffside. “You might even survive after your teats pop off. This here is just a baby cliff, you're only ten feet off the ground.”

Amitola glared at the outlaw. She knew she was in trouble, more trouble than she figured she’d be able to handle. But she wasn’t going to let the bitch get her to beg.

Wild Bell chuckled. “I have to say, I’m glad to see you are still as feisty as ever.” She slowly climbed to her feet. “Well, I guess this is where we part ways. I’d wish you luck, but I know better.” Laughing she called out to her companions and disappeared. A few moments later, the bound teen heard their horses gallop off.

She turned back to her swollen melons. Her mounds looked like they had darkened further, the rippling veins pulsing with each heartbeat. Great Spirit, how was she going to get out of this?

(Note from author: I really hope that my muse will spark and I'll be able to write the next part. I "hate" to leave our poor heroine hanging.)