Slow Fade To Consciousness

I was still groggy, but slowly becoming more alert. I looked around, more puzzled than afraid. I saw a guard standing over me, staring down at me.

"What's going on?" I asked, with 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 my right wrist roughly, then my left.

"Ow. That hurts. Let go of me, dammit!", I said.

"Oh, I don't think so." Holding both wrists in one hand he produced a small bundle of twine with the other and began wrapping it around them tightly.

I tried to kick at him and shove him away, so he sat down on me while he finished bonding my hands. I continued to kick and twist until he slapped me full across the face... not hard enough to do any damage, but enough to make his point.

I ceased my struggle as he reached down and lifted up my right foot. My feet were small.. almost childlike.

"Very suckable toes", he smiled as he ran his nails along my sole.

I quivered slightly. He then preformed the same act on the other foot.

"Ummm... very suckable indeed," he smiled as he lifted it to his mouth and licked his tongue between two of my toes.

I jerked my foot away from him and again tried to kick him away. He slapped my legs roughly, reached towards my chest and grabbed my tit squeezing the nipple tightly with his thumb and forefinger. I grimaced in pain and let out a little scream.

"Stop It! Let me go!" I said through clenched teeth.

He somehow knew my nipples were very sensitive. He didn't release his grip.

"Behave or I'll braid these titties," he said with a smile, finally letting go.

I was almost in tears. I clutched my right breast, trying to ease the sharp pain I still felt there.

"Damn you, 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,".

"Yeah, maybe a little" he said, as he leered at me. He kept looking at my thighs, and then my breasts, which where heaving under this stress.

"You know, I've been wanting to use those tits since I first saw them. What say we do just that."

My eyes got wide.

"Keep away from me", I said, but knew there was little I 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 my chin in one hand and kissed me quickly on the lips. I turned my head as he released her. He then grabbed my bound arms and thrust them above my head. And there they were, my Voluptuous tits exposed. He stared approvingly. My belly was also revealed... Flat and smooth he seemed to love every part of me

Looking from my tits to my face he said, "I knew it'd be worth the wait".

Angry and humiliated I again began to struggle. He reached down, caressing nipple of my left tit this time.

"Don't make me squeeze it," he teased, pinching it gently.

I again subsided and he released my arms.

"Those really are a fantastic pair of 'tatas'" he laughed.

I covered myself as best I could with my bound arms, but I couldn't bring my arms all the way down to conceal them. He came towards me again, grabbed one of my legs and began strapping it to a chair leg with the rope, then did the same with the other. He then grabbed my arms again, lifting them up, and tied them behind my neck, making my Voluptuous tits stick even further out.

"I think I really do like you this way," he said.

I stared at him as he began to rub his crotch. I noticed the bulge behind the zipper he was obviously very excited. He then unzipped his pants, and slowly withdrew his stiff penis. I had never seen anything like it before. It was unremarkable... massive in size... slightly pale in color... and 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 me, his erection maybe half a foot from my tits now.

"Damn fine titties," he muttered again as he kept rubbing.

I couldn't help by stare... his cock kept me in awe. 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 my tits.

"Uhhh," 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 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 me bound, exposed and feeling the stickiness of his cum sliding down my chest.

I remained there for what seemed like hours, during which time I became very familiar with the small room. There were no windows and the only door was the one he had exited. Furnishings were sparse... I was tied... in some sort of a cushioned chair. There was a chair in one corner and a futon or something against the other wall. My arms, neck, and shoulders continued to ache because of the uncomfortable angle he had tied my hands.

I glanced down at my exposed breasts. His cum had become hardened, where he had ejaculated on me.

I still could not believe what was happening.

Finally the door opened again, and there he stood. Dressed in dark slacks and white shirt.

"Hey there", he said cheerfully. "Miss me?"

"Look, you've seen my tits. Now why don't you just 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 my breasts again and I could see the bulge again developing in his pants. He walked over to me, holding each breast in his hands, lifting them gently.

"Really fine melons," he said to me smiling.

I shuddered at the touch... to be so helpless while he fondled me and made comments about my body made me feel more exposed than ever.

"Remember what I said last time?" he said, as he let my 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," I thought, "what's he going to do now?".

He placed his hand on my belly, running his hand along it smoothly.

"I love a girl with a slim stomach, but never mind your little stomach," he said as his finger twirled inside my belly button. "It's those titties I wanna play with now."

His penis touched my navel, then moved up to my tits. He then rubbed the head on what seemed like every inch of my 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."

I felt tears welling up in the corner of my eyes, the humiliation nearly overwhelming. He stepped back for a minute, his cock still rock hard, then crawled up into the large chair with me, resting his knees on the arms. He began to massage my tits, not roughly, but still causing me discomfort because of the sensitivity of my nipples.

"Tell me to fuck your titties," he said.

I just gave him a withering look.

Squeezing the tits harder he said it again - "Tell me to fuck your titties."

"I can't."

"Sure you can. Its easy. Just say 'fuck my titties'," as he applied slightly more pressure.

"Oh, God... Fuck my titties," I whimpered.

"See that wasn't too hard. Now say it again - louder."

I shook her head, then felt the stinging pain on my nipples again.

"God! Fuck my titties! Fuck my titties!" I nearly screamed.

"Mmmmmm.... good. Now say 'Fuck my titties cause I'm a little slut'."

In tears I repeated his words. I scarcely noticed his cock had begun exploring my upper torso again. The head rubbed against my 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 my tits around his shaft and began a piston-like movement between them.

"Fuck my titties. Fuck my titties. Fuck my titties," I continued.

I felt him between them... pressing my tits to engulf his shaft.... moving up and down as I continued the demeaning chant. Then the movement became more rapid. I felt a slickness on my chest, knowing that his precum must be lubricating his path.

"Fuck my titties. Fuck my titties. Fuck my titties," I still muttered, praying that soon it would soon be over.

Using his hips to propel him even faster, pressing my tits even tighter, "Louder!" he demanded.

Nearly screaming, it came from me almost without control, "Fuck My Titties! Fuck My Titties! Fuck My Titties!"

Finally I felt him quiver after a violent thrust. The head of his cock poking between the top of my mounds released its load. His cum struck me under my chin and I felt it slowly streak down my neck. He sighed as he released my boobs, both red and welted from his grip. He again wiped the remnants of his cum on my chest as he got up off of me. His dick now hung limply as he stood before me, 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 my neck. I continued to whimper. Still laughing, he ran his finger across one of the larger globs then rubbed it on her lips.

I could taste his salty-sweet cum as I spit and sputtered, "You freak! God, let me go!"

He pulled a chair up close and sat down, not bothering to replace his pants.

"You do look pretty uncomfortable," he said, reaching up and releasing my arms from behind my neck. Aching muscles relaxed as I twisted my neck and stretched my shoulders. He then undid the tape that held my hands together. Still tied to the chair by my legs, I resisted an impulse to strike at him, knowing it would be futile. Instead I rubbed my wrists, then crossed my arms in front of me, finally giving my breasts a small measure of privacy from his invasion.

"So, are you hungry?" he asked.

I had scarcely thought of it but at the words I realized I was. I nodded. He stood and went back outside the door momentarily to retrieve a sandwich he had obviously brought down earlier. He tossed it to me, forcing me to again reveal her tits as I grabbed it. I took several bites.. it was just ham and mustard on a piece of bread, but I was hungry enough not to really care.

He continued to look at my breasts while I continued to eat. "34DD," he said as he studied it.

I looked up quizzically. "Why are you so damned fascinated with my tits?"