Titsy, Part 19

Titsy, Part 19

Story by All These Roadworks (2026).

Author's Note: Every part of "Titsy" will come to CHYOA in the fullness of time - but you can show your appreciation of this story and support the creation of new chapters by purchasing an e-book or membership from the All These Roadworks store! (Click here to view the store.)

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Katy went home after Alexandria had finished clearing the dinner and humiliating herself in the backyard. Alexandria was now completely nude, but Elody seemed disinclined to order her to dress again.

Standing in the foyer as Katy prepared to leave, Elody promised that Katy would be able to “use” Titsy again, and soon - and then she kissed Katy on the lips, while reaching down to grope Katy’s cunt under her skirt.

Katy, shocked, allowed it to happen.

When it was over, Elody said, “Well, don’t be a disgusting lesbian slut, Katy. If you’re going to kiss me like a dyke, you can at least give my husband the same favour.”

And Katy - who Alexandria was now sure was clearly not into men - was forced to stand and blush as Cameron kissed her on the mouth, and groped her pussy just as Elody had. From her vantage point on all fours on the ground, Titsy was able to see Cameron slide his fingers past Katy’s panties, and push them up into her cunt as he kissed her, fingerfucking Elody’s lesbian friend, knowing that she didn’t want it but, due to Elody’s bullying, was passively permitting it to happen.

Then Katy was gone, blushing, into the night.

Elody looked at the kneeling Alexandria.”

“Come along to the bedroom, Titsy, and try not to smear those disgusting oversized fuckbags of yours on anything as you crawl,” she said. “Cameron and I are going to fuck, and you can watch.”

When they got to the bedroom, Elody positioned Alexandria near the bed, and said, “While you kneel there, I want you to pinch your clitoris hard enough to hurt while you think about how gross and malformed your udders are.”

And Alexandria did as she was told, whimpering as she pinched her clit, staring at Elody, with her small, perfect elegant breasts, as Cameron plunged his cock into his wife’s cunt.

Elody looked so pretty being fucked. So elegant and erotic. Not like Alexandria. Alexandria couldn’t believe she had ever thought her breasts were a normal size.

Neither Cameron nor Elody acknowledged Alexandria’s presence in any way as they made love. Alexandria felt like an object - an animal. A decoration in their room.

Towards the end, Cameron switched from fucking Elody’s cunt to her ass. Elody initially made some objection to the choice.

“Cameron, honey, please - that’s my butt. You know it hurts there…” she whimpered.

Cameron said nothing - but grabbed a handful of her hair to pull her head back towards him, and then slapped her across the cheek with one hand.

A look of slutty desire spread across Elody’s face.

“Yes, sir,” she almost purred. “I’m sorry for arguing, sir.”

And then she made little whimpers of pain until Cameron finally ejaculated into her anus.

It was the first time Alexandria had seen Elody submit so explicitly to her husband - or to anyone, for that matter. She kept her face perfectly still, focusing on the pain in her pussy and the grossness of her tits. She suspected giving any acknowledgement of what she had seen would provoke some incredibly cruel torture from Elody.

When it was over, Elody beckoned Alexandria up to clean them off. Alexandria sucked eagerly at Cameron’s cock, removing the slime of semen and cunt juices from it, and then turned her attention to Elody’s cunt, shoving her tongue into Elody’s fuckhole while Elody purred and grabbed Alexandria’s hair and pulled her closer.

And then finally she had to clean Elody’s ass. She had never attempted anilingus before, and she approached it with some hesitation - but when she finally pushed her tongue into Elody’s butthole to lick out Cameron’s cum, she discovered with some relief that Elody kept good hygiene, and the primary taste was merely of semen. The mystery of how Elody had prepared herself for anal in the time between dinner and bed was merely one more way that Elody was better, and cleaner, than Alexandria herself.

“Our Titsy is an adequate ass-licker, Cameron,” hummed Elody, lost in the pleasure of Alexandria’s service. “It must come of it being such a sub-human cow. You must try it some time.”

“Maybe tomorrow,” promised Cameron, already half-asleep after cumming.

And soon Cameron was asleep - and shortly thereafter, Elody too.

And they had forgotten to lock Alexandria in her cage.

For a moment, she thought about running again. She might even be able to steal some of Elody’s clothes, so that she wouldn’t be nude.

But how would that end? No money, no documents, on the run from the law. If the police didn’t catch her of their own initiative, Elody would certainly track her down. And then what? Elody would certainly do something so cruel as to make Alexandria wish she had never been born.

No. She had to at least wait until Cameron had solved her financial problems.

But there was something else she could do.

She wanted to know about this idea that there had been other girls in Alexandria’s position before - other women living in this house, controlled by Cameron and Elody. Katy had suggested that one had been called “Cunty”.

Where would she find evidence of that?

She could search the house, she supposed. She didn’t know specifically where to look, but there must be something somewhere.

But there was something else she could try first.

Quietly, she crawled through the house on all fours. It didn’t even occur to her to walk. Crawling felt quieter, and less likely to be heard or seen.

She reached Cameron’s office and went in.

She had worried that she would need a password to access Cameron’s computer, but it was still on, the screen glowing in the darkness. Nervously, she stood, and then sat in Cameron’s office chair.

On the screen was pornography. Cameron had been looking at an adult site prior to coming down for dinner - and the screen was filled with videos featuring “large tit breast abuse” as their primary theme.

Alexandria should have clicked away, and started the research that she had come here for. But she found herself staring at the videos.

There was a set of headphones plugged into the computer. Slowly, she put them on, over her ears, and then clicked on the first video.

It showed a nude blonde woman with very large breasts. She was bent over some kind of plastic and metal frame, in what appeared to be a barn. Her legs were vertical, but her top half was leaning forward and resting on plastic beams, so that her tits hung directly downwards. Her ankles, hips, and wrists were all cuffed to the frame, so that she couldn’t move, and there was a metal collar around her neck with a cowbell hanging from it.

Large plastic suction cups were attached to her tits, and these were connected by tubes to a metal machine. Alexandria realised it was an industrial strength milker, designed for cows - and as she watched, the cups began to vibrate and make rhythmic “thup” sounds as they alternately sucked at each of the woman’s tits.

The suction must have been terrific, and the pain intense, because the woman was crying, and her body was vibrating. But instead of making normal human sounds of distress, the woman was mooing, like a cow.

Milk began to squirt from her tits, into the cups. And now a nude man appeared in frame, behind her. His cock was erect, and Alexandria watched as he thrust it into the woman’s pussy from behind, and began to fuck her as she was milked.

Alexandria realised that the woman’s pain, distress and humiliation were arousing the man.

A moment after that, Alexandria realised that she was masturbating. She looked down, and saw her fingers stroking her clitoris. Her cunt was very wet.

Stop that, she told herself. You don’t know if this is a staged consensual photoshoot, or the actual rape of a non-consenting woman.

She kept rubbing her clit.

She tried to focus on the idea that this was a real rape that she was watching, something that should surely make it immediately unsexy for her.

Her pussy spasmed with desire.

On screen, the man ejaculated into the mooing woman’s twat, and Titsy had to stuff her hand into her mouth to stifle a moan of desire.

Elody was right. Alexandria couldn’t be trusted with her wet, needy cunt. With effort, she stopped rubbing her clitoris - and began painfully pinching it, instead, as Elody had made her do earlier.

She closed the milking video - and opened the next one from Cameron’s search.

Here, a naked woman with cartoonishly large breasts - obviously fake - was kneeling in front of a clothed man. The man held a leather belt in his hands, and the woman was cupping her tits from below to offer them up to him.

Without warning, the man began to whip the woman’s tits with his belt.

The woman squealed - but didn’t move her tits away. And Alexandria found herself not just pinching her clit, but tugging on it, desperate to increase the intensity of sensation in her nub.

But it wasn’t enough. Her tits should be in pain too. She cast her eyes about Cameron’s desk, and found a small supply of bulldog clips. She attached a large one to each of her own nipples, and then began to bounce in her seat as she tugged on her clit, making her breasts jiggle and the clamps pull painfully at her tits.

She watched the man whip the woman’s tits until they were purple with bruises and the woman was sobbing with agony, her tears making her mascara run. Then the man took out his cock, aimed it at the woman’s face, and began to masturbate. Again, her misery was making him hard. The video ended with him shooting sticky ropes of sperm all over the woman’s face and breasts.

Alexandria orgasmed at this, but she kept tugging her clit, and opened another video.

In this one, a nude woman was suspended from an overhead hook by rope wrapped tightly around the base of her tits. Her hands were cuffed behind her back and she was gagged. She was at a height where her feet only just touched the ground. If she stood on tip-toes, she could mostly support her weight without the rope, but if she relaxed even slightly then her tits would be supporting the full weight of her body.

The same man from the previous video appeared, still holding a belt, and he began to beat her ass with it. Each blow made her jump, causing obvious pain in her tits.

Alexandria began to click through the videos faster.

Tits in a vice. Tits used as punching bags. Tits receiving injections. Tits grabbed and pulled. Tits on leashes. Hot wax dripped on tits. Tits being spat on, and ejaculated on.

And all the tits were huge. Some were a little smaller than Alexandria’s. Some were a lot bigger.

And the message was clear. This was how oversized milk-balloons like Alexandria’s were intended to be used.

She orgasmed. And orgasmed again.

She might have stayed there masturbating all night, except that after her fifth orgasm she had a brief moment of clarity. Jerking, she closed the porn site entirely, and got up from Cameron’s chair.

What was she doing? What kind of slut had she become? Mindlessly gooning to breast abuse porn?

With some shame, she realised she had left a puddle of cunt juices on Cameron’s chair. Immediately, she dropped to her knees and began to lick it up. It didn’t even occur to her to clean it with a tissue. She licked and licked until she could no longer taste her own cunt, and then she dragged her large breasts across the chair to wipe up her saliva.

There was some sticky tape on Cameron’s desk, so she pulled off a good amount of tape, and taped it across her pussy, and up into her ass crack over her anus, taping her cunt shut so that she would no longer leave wet patches where she sat (and removing the temptation to masturbate more).

Then she sat on the seat again, and did what she had come here for.

She started by Googling Elody. She found social media profiles on multiple platforms for Elody, and began to go through them.

What immediately became apparent was that there were lots of photos of Elody with women - and often women that looked a little shy or insecure to be with her.

A series of photos last year caught Alexandria’s eye. In them, Elody was photographed with an attractive woman with medium-sized breasts and dirty-blonde hair . In one of them she was even kissing this woman on the lips - and in this photo, Cameron was also present, looking on approvingly.

And then the woman just vanished. No more photos.

Elody followed the social media links and found the woman’s name - Tera Eastward.

And Tara’s social media profiles were shocking. Her profile picture was nothing but an image of a naked, spread cunt. Her last few posts were full of self-degradation.

“I am sorry to everyone who ever saw my oversized cunt-flaps,” read one. “You must have been so disgusted.”

“I am soaking my panties like a disgusting whore as I write this,” read another, “because I can’t control my whorish mutant cunt.”

“Nice girls have a vagina,” read a third, “but I have a wet whorish trash-hole that deserves to be filled with garbage.”

The final post was a full-body nude photo of Tara. There was a man’s cum visible on her face and she was spreading her pussy lips for the photographer.

“I have realised I am nothing but life support for my gross fucktunnel,” the post read, “so I am going overseas to find my true purpose. Sorry for dropping out of contact but it is the best thing for me. I apologise for being a gross lesbian to my female friends and a disgusting cocktease to my male friends.”

And then nothing more.

Alexandria tried Googling for Tara Eastward - but she found nothing more recent than that final post, dated around six months ago.

Experimentally, she tried googling “Cunty”.

There were results - but just porn sites.

She tried again - “Cunty Tara”.

More results - and Alexandria almost missed what she was looking for, because it was on the second page of results, but then she realised what she was looking at.

It was an article on a men’s health site, entitled, “Why Some Women Are Giving Up Their Freedom and Humanity To Find Happiness As Sex-Dolls”. And the subtitle was: “As Tara, she was a feminist academic - but as Cunty, she’s found her true purpose as a sub-human fuck-slave…”

Alexandria clicked through - and began to read the article with mounting horror….

(TO BE CONTINUED)