Works to Escape

Chapter Four

Amitola’s breasts ached like nothing before. The swollen mounds brushed her chin with nearly every breath. She put it out of her mind, listening to the bandits readying their horses. Or at least, she did her best not to think about the pair of nooses strangling her paps. The ropes bit so deep, fear pounded in her tits with each beat of her heart.

Finally, she heard the galloping of the bandits’ horses. She’d waited, held her voice, not willing to let the outlaws know how much her boobs hurt. How much the large globes felt like they were going to explode. Teeth clenched, she focused. She had to escape! She wasn’t going to let them get away with this!

She scrabbled around, trying to feel for a rock or sharp edge she could use to cut the ropes from her bound hands. But with her bubble butt, and her arms tied so tightly behind her back, she couldn’t get a good angle. She leaned left and then right, the ropes strangling her mounds stuttered across the cliff’s edge. The sound of it, the feel of it, gave her an idea.

She didn’t like it, but Amitola knew that her only chance of escape would be to cut the ropes holding her up. “This is going to hurt!” She muttered. Though she spoke true, part of her felt hot, felt churned up. Her clit wiggled at the idea of what she was about to do.

Locking her jaw, she planted her heels against what little outcropping she could find. With a great heave, she pushed against the cliff. The nooses tightened, digging deeper into her swollen tit flesh. Ignoring it as best she could, she swung left as far as she could. The rope bit at her flesh like a hungry beast. Growling to herself, she pushed back right.

The pain was screaming through her mounds! Her pussy began to drip, her clit twitching. Though she didn’t want to admit it, if her hands were free, she would have been tweaking her little pleasure button like mad. Instead of pushing that thought away, instead of ignoring her arousal, she let it fill her mind. The pain was no less intense as she swung left again, but now it helped fuel her. It pushed her to try harder, to let the pain give her strength.

She had no idea how long, how many times she swung left and right. The sun had already risen above the horizon. Its glow warming her swollen, strangled tits. But she had heard the rope hiss over the cliff edge. She felt it start to fray. With renewed focus, she pushed even harder at the outcropping. Her body was arched almost like a bow. What she could see of her swollen, aching mounds was taught skin and thick veins.

Letting out a growling roar, she swung herself back and forth even harder. Suddenly, the rope on her right breast snapped. She flew sideways. The remaining noose sank viciously into her left breast as all her weight hit the rope. She screamed. Fortunately, all that extra weight on the already frayed rope caused the left to snap as well.

The moment of triumph only lasted a heartbeat. She began to tumble from the cliff. She barely had time to cry out as she slammed to the desert floor. Her poor bound teats hit the ground first. The pain, the sudden impact knocked the air from her lungs. She lay there half blind in agony for nearly a full minute before she could get the strength to roll off her tortured breasts.

Laying on her side, she thanked the spirits that the bandits hadn’t lied about how high up she had been. Any higher and she was certain her paps would have exploded on impact. She pushed that thought out of her head and tried to sit up. It took way more effort than she wanted to admit.

Taking stock, she looked down at her swollen melons. With the nooses still strangling her mounds, they looked double in size. The skin was taut, the blue veins rippling along their surfaces. But despite the ****, they looked good. She had expected them to be turning deep purple if not black by now. They were just a light rose, slightly darker than they normally were.

Her sister’s voice floated into her head. “Your teats are special, they are blessed.”

Looking at them now, she had no doubt her sister had spoken true. Shaking her head, she realized, though she was no longer dangling from the cliff, she was still in a serious bind. Her breasts were being strangled, slowly. Her hands were tied behind her back and the desert sun was creeping up the eastern horizon. Not to mention, her clit was twitching, begging for release. Why was her tits being trapped like this turning her on so much?

She studied her bound breasts for a couple of heartbeats. They looked so sexy, so tempting as the rope bit deep into their bases. Her mind flashed to the crazed thoughts she’d had when she’d first found the bandit camp. And for a terrible, dark second, she wished the bandits were there to punish her teats.

She shook her head, pushing the thoughts away. “I need to find a way to get out of these ropes.”