Natalie's Terros

Chapter One

Natalie stood under the spray of the shower, hot water cascading over her long black hair. Eyes closed, she clamped her teeth on her full bottom lip. Her breaths hissed out of her nose as she tried to get control of herself. “You can’t do this any more! If ‘mother’ catches you, you know she’s going to send you to the clinic!”

Despite her fear filled words, her hands uncurled from the tight fists they’d been at her sides. Slowly, almost seductively, they slide up her body to cup the undersides of her extremely large breasts. At 150 cm tall, 45 kg, her nearly 100 cm bosom made up almost a tenth of her body weight. Yet, she could easily move the girls. Might have been because as soon as she began to show signs of developing the massive pair, her ‘father’ got her into yoga and strength training for her back and shoulders.

Though, she tried to distract herself with these thoughts, her hands began to caress her fat melons. Her teeth sank a little deeper into her bottom lip. A soft moan gently rippled from her throat. Way back, almost completely buried behind her arousal, she thought about how bad this was. But not as bad as what she was about to do. In that ever weakening part of her mind, she whispered, No, no, no!

Her wicked appendages didn’t listen. While her left hand started squeezing harder and harder at her luscious teats, her right slithered down over her flat stomach. Though she couldn’t see it from this position, not with her fat tits in the way, she knew what her fingers were aiming for. Her juicy little pearl. Her pleasure button. The wicked orgasm dispenser, her clit. Now her earlier fear spiked for a heartbeat. Caused her hands to hesitate, to pause almost long enough for her to get herself under control.

But a week without rubbing her nub had filled her with such desire. She was horny beyond anything she’d felt before. The naughty side of her reasoned, “Mother’s down stairs watching TV, she’s too focused on her show to check on me.” And her fingers slipped around the twitching bud. A louder moan escaped her throat. Her hard, aching clit rolled between her ring and middle finger. She teased it like this, slowly going back and forth, for a solid 30 seconds before she started to curl her fingers into her quivering vagina.

From the denial and the fear, she nearly came on the spot. Her fingers began to speed up, slipping in and out, in and out, faster and faster. Her clit caught between her fingers was ground and rubbed the entire way. Her orgasm was so close. Eyes squeezed tight, she dug her left hand deeper into her tits.

“Natalie! What do you think you are doing?” Her mother burst into the bathroom. Natalie instantly jumped into the shower wall and gaped at her mother. At that moment, her whole body spasmed as her fingers clamped hard on her little pearl. Eyes wide, locked on her mother, she came hard.

“Young lady, I will not have a dirty little slut in my house!” Her mother marched over to the shower and turned off the water. Tall, lean, she looked so different from her daughter, was so different from her daughter. And her temper was the biggest difference of them all. Anyone else had caught Natalie in such a position, the girl would have just been embarrassed and tried to disappear. But she couldn’t move at all as her mother glared daggers at her.

The older woman barked, “Nothing to say for yourself!” She reached out and took both of Natalie’s nipples in a crushing grip. “I shouldn’t expect anything better from such a filthy cow. Come with me right this minute!”

Without a moment's hesitation, she dragged the poor short stack out of the bathroom. Natalie could only stumble along behind her trying to keep up. She thanked God that there was no one else in the house, the rest of her family out running errands and what have you. So, for once, the only witness to her shame was her mother. Though, that was a bag of trouble all on its own.

Her mother squeezed harder, twisting the horny younger woman’s nipples a 180 degrees. Natalie hissed in pain. Though at the same time, her aching clit twitched as if excited. This odd behavior scared her almost as much as whatever her mother might be planning. Seeing the basement door, Natalie whispered, “Oh no, not the ‘playroom’.”

Once upon a time, her father had converted the basement into a workspace. It was where he tinkered on various gadgets, and machines. What he lovingly called his ‘toys’. But once he passed, mother had shifted it around some. She said it was the perfect place to carry out the discipline that her unruly children needed. Natalie thought it was odd how often the only one who got brought down here was her.

In no time at all, mother had dragged her down the short flight of stairs and pulled her to the center of the room. Eyes hazel daggers, she glared at the busty girl. Natalie knew right away what she wanted. She put her hands behind her back, planted her feet shoulder width apart, and straightened her shoulders. This **** her massive boobs to slosh forward.

Mother’s angry look didn’t change much as she stepped behind the shorter woman. She clapped a pair of cuffs on Natalie’s wrists. “I cannot believe you are still defiling yourself. If this session doesn’t break you of it, I’m going to have to send you to the clinic.”

Though her words were said as if with concern, to Natalie they sounded eager, almost as if she was looking forward to it. “Please mother, it’s not like I do it all the time! I’m still a virgin even!”

Mother sank her nails into the poor girl’s left tit. The sudden pain almost had Natalie crying out. “Lying to me is not going to change things!” Before Natalie could say anything, mother crammed a wadded-up pair of panties into her mouth. “Do those taste like you haven’t been fiddling yourself every chance you get? So, no more lies out of you.”

She didn’t know whose panties they were, yet it did taste like they had been worn while someone tweaked their pleasure button. It couldn’t have been me, could it? She was certain she’d been abstaining for a week. That was why she was so horny, right. Yet, she’d just orgasmed in the shower and she felt as hot and needy as before.

She didn’t get to think on this long. Mother started looping rope around the bases of her fat melons. Squeezing tighter and tighter as she circled her breasts. Natalie grunted with each hard tug. Mother only gave her that terrifying, vicious grin. Before long, both of the short stack's tits were swollen and sticking almost straight out. The blue veins rose to the surface of that taunt flesh, looking all the world as river lines on a map.

It hurt, her boobs throbbed like a sore tooth. Natalie had to grip her wrists below the cuffs to keep her from squirming from the pain. Mother would not like it if she moved.

“Well, maybe there is a chance for you after all.” Mother nodded at her. “You didn’t struggle once while I was binding you. Now to get started.” Cruel light flashed in her eyes as she tossed two lengths of rope over a support beam. She tied them off to the ropes strangling Natalie’s delicious teats.

Mother turned with the ropes over her shoulder. With a grunt, she heaved hard. Natalie, so much smaller than the older woman, practically shot into the air. The bite of the rope digging even deeper into her boobs had her scream into her gag. Her feet kicked uselessly for the ground that she had no chance of reaching.

Mother tied off the rope to a column. Her vicious grin grew wider. “Beautiful, now what do you think is a good punishment for your actions?”

Natalie’s breasts are nearly pressed to her face, but she manages to turn her head to look mother in the face. Her fear spiked higher. How does she expect me to answer bound and gagged like this?

Mother turned her back on her and started to mess with some items on the workbench along the far wall. “I really don’t know what I can do with you. If I don’t get it through to you this time, you are going to the clinic.” Her voice shifts to a mocking tone, “I’d hate to have to take your clit to teach you a lesson, but I will if you stubbornly won’t learn.”

“So, I’m going to give you one more chance,” she turned back to face the hanging short stack. Hands held at arm's length, she held up a thin, leather strip. “Now, I think 30 lashes to the problem area might just work. Let’s see.”

The strip whistled through the air. Natalie tried to brace herself. But despite how many times she’d been spanked, she’d never felt anything like this. The leather cut straight to her pussy. Fire leapt from her crotch to sear her mind. She screamed agony into her gag. Mother actually laughed and swung again.