Yes, present your breasts for a mauling.

Again you are **** to swallow your pride knowing that resisting will only make matters worse.

You stand up straight and turn your head to the side, not wanting to see their juvenal smirks or smell their bad breath.

“Tits out, I said cunt!” the sergeant orders.

“Damn it” you think to yourself and arch your back letting your breasts trust out.

You feel your vest pulled open and two sets of hands quickly grab hold of your chest.

“They’re so large we all fit” one guard smirks.

The two guards begin to grab, squeeze and pinch your breasts as if they were children playing with clay. One slaps the underside of one of your tits causing it to bounce up and down as he laughs.

You grin and bear it, not making a sound suffering through the humiliation as your shirt and bra provide little projection. It is most painful when they each grab one of your nipples and take turns yanking on them. “Look, were milking a cow”, they joke.

“Never felt nips so hard” one exclaims. This brings the sergeant’s attention and looks up. He walks over to you as the two guards quickly back off. The sergeant grabs you by the chin and forces you to look at him.

“You think you’re tough cunt?” The sergeant asks as he grabs one of your erect nipples. Again, you refuse to cry out. “But are you enjoying this? Good, going make breaking you even better.” For the first time you see him smile.

“Sergeant, we are ready, the messenger from the judge is here with something for the prisoner.” The guard from the other side of the door yells down.