Message-ID: <22492asstr$948967802@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: judecarith@my-deja.com Lines: 511 X-Original-Message-ID: <86of5h$f53$1@nnrp1.deja.com> X-Article-Creation-Date: Thu Jan 27 03:48:02 2000 GMT Subject: {ASSM} Captured Bound and Played With 2 Date: Thu, 27 Jan 2000 05:10:02 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: Vulpine, dennyw I did not write this story. I do not have the author's name on file. Enjoy, but do not request reposting or e-mail version. -JC breast subsides. He says, "You like this, don't you, Big Tits... you like me playing with your titties, don't you... you know what else... I bet you like to walk around outside without a bra on, don't you, baby... walking makes your big tits bounce a lot, doesn't it... I'll bet you like to walk around outside in a tee shirt... just tight enough to hug a bit, but not quite tight enough to make you look like a slut, huh, baby... your nipples get a lot of rubbing when you walk around like that, don't they... it feels good... they get hard, don't they..." He places his hands on the outsides of my breasts and rests his thumbs on my teats. He gently moves them up and down, and side to side. The more he manipulates them, the harder it is for me to ignore the growing sense of excitement. His gaze is fixed upon the pointy tips of my breasts as they bulge against my bra cup. The Young One moves down to get a straight-on shot of breasts. The Leader's forefinger moves to press the bulge on my right breast against his thumb. He gently squeezes me. Without looking up, he says, "You get excited knowing any man you meet can look at your big tits as you strut around... you probably smile when you catch one of them looking a bit longer... staring at your nipples... sticking out like this... I bet guys just go crazy over your tits... and you like that, don't you..." He pats the bottoms of my breasts, and my tit flesh quivers for him and the camera. The palm of his hand slides over my bra cups, from the tip of one breast to the other. He softly squeezes each breast, before sliding over to the other one. The excitement in my breasts diminishes. His fondling seems to excite only him. He says, "I bet a lot of men look at your bouncing tits and think about grabbing and squeezing them... or sucking them... or maybe wrapping them around their dick... and you know that's what they're thinking, don't you, baby..." "But you like it when men look at your big titties, don't you... the more they stare, the more excited you get..." His fingers return to my nipples. He pinches them again and again, gently at first then more firmly. He's bringing that pleasurable feeling back to my breasts. He says, "The more excited you get, the harder your nipples get..." His thumbs press down on my nubs and rub them in circles. The sensation in my breasts rises quickly. "...they probably get real hard, don't they, Big Tits..." His talk makes me feel timid, but his touch makes me feel aroused. I see the tips of my nipples clearly showing through the sheer material of my bra. I look up at him as he toys with my nipples, and he smiles with satisfaction. The camera continues to capture it all. I look down and see the tops of my breasts quivering as I breathe. He pushes the sides of my boobs together. My tit flesh wells up in my bra. I think they're going to pop out in any second. He lets go, and my boobs bounce back. The camera is glued to the jiggling tops of my breasts as I breath heavier and heavier. My mouth opens as I gasp for more air. While I am frightened by the way things are going, I continue to feel more aroused. I know now for certain that he won't stop until he takes off my bra. He wants to see my tits. He wants to touch my nipples. They're filming me so others will be able to see my naked tits and watch them being fondled. With my arms bound behind me, I won't be able to stop him. He tells the Young One to move closer to me saying, "Zoom in on this tit... fill the whole picture with this tit..." When the Young One starts the camera, the Leader slips his index finger between my left breast and my bra. He curls it around the tip of my breast and pulls it out of the bra cup. I feel the coolness of the air striking my breast. I watch as he pulls the cup of my bra down slightly, exposing some of the nipple surrounding my swollen teat. It sticks out a good half inch. The lacy fabric digs into my tit flesh. My bra is tighter, now. It's pulling up on my breast, forcing my tit to bulge more. The Young One says, "Oh, wow... this is good... look at that nipple stick out like that... boy, oh, boy... this is good..." The Leader says, "Pull back a little and we'll do her other tit..." He pushes the bottom of my other breast up and peels the bra cup down to display its tip. Its puckered nipple is not as firm as my other one. The Leader says, "I better even her up a bit, eh..." He pinches my just bared right nipple several times. "We wanna make sure she's looking her best for the camera, don't we..." The Young One giggles a bit, and the Leader pulls and twists my nipple while he rubs my other one back and forth. "There you go...", says the Leader as he releases me, "...get a good shot of this matching set now..." My teats are the size of buttons. His hands squeeze the bottom of my breasts, and my tit flesh bulges even more. He watches in fascination and says, "Nice... very nice, Big Tits... you're a big girl, aren't you, baby..." He slowly squeezes my tits, over and over. He says, "I like big tits... these are real good..." I can tell he is determined to have more fun with my breasts. I don't know when he'll stop, but it doesn't seem to be soon. His hands move underneath the edges of my sweater and slide up near my neck. His hands move slowly toward my shoulders, pushing my sweater aside. It is now fully open. I feel the cool air as my sweater slides off my shoulders. His hands then slide slowly down my arms, dragging my sweater down until it stops at my taped wrists. He steps back a little and tells the Young One to pull back and get all of me in the picture. The Leader says, "Hey, Big Tits... look at us... let's see that pretty face... you look real nice sitting there, baby..." They both smile and admire the view of my breasts with my pointy nipples peeking over the top of my turned-down bra cups. For the first time I notice several of the other men are standing at my office's glass wall and peering in. Their eyes are fixed on me. The Leader turns and sees the men I saw. He approaches me, stands to the side and pats the bottoms of my breasts. My tit flesh wiggles, and the men roar their approval. The Leader shouts to them, "Get back to work... we're making a movie for you for later... in case you don't get a chance to see the real thing..." Oh, no... does that mean the men might be fondling my breasts too before this ordeal is over? The Young One giggles, and the Leader's hands move back up to my bra's front clasp. His fingers begin to open it, then he looks in my eyes and says, "Did you see your nipple, baby... it's getting hard... it seems to like this, doesn't it, Big Tits... and I can tell you're liking this a bit, too, aren't you... you're probably gonna like this more than we are..." He tells the Young One to get another close-up of my chest. With a quick flick, he unfastens the clasp. My bra releases its captives. I feel my heavy breasts drop free. The Leader says, "Let's take a look at these big tits..." His hand slides under one end of the loose bra and moves the left cup aside. He pauses when his palm reaches the bottom of my boob. He opens his hand, cups my tit and gives it a couple of squeezes. He continues to move the bra cup aside until my breast until it is fully exposed. I look down and see my fat, pink teat sticking out from my now naked tit. My swollen nipple covers the tip of my breast. His finger traces along the outside of my big nipple, sending chills up my back. I can see my nub getting bigger. He says, "You must like this, Big Tits... your nipple is getting harder and harder..." Sitting on the desk makes my now bare breast almost level with his mouth. I can't cover myself. I lower my head and close my eyes, not wanting to see their leers and try to suppress my arousal. I feel a sharp sensation, and my eyes snap open to see the Leader pulling on my nub with his large strong hand. His fingers pinch the sides of my swelling nipple. It's pulled hard. I moan as he pulls it out as far as he can before releasing it. He pulls it out again and again. My naked breast flesh quivers each time my tit is released. He rubs the hard nub and softly says, "Oh yeah... hey, check this out... she's really liking this... get a good shot of this tit..." He releases my nipple and rubs his hand up and down, over my firm tit flesh. He says, "This puppy is big, isn't it... and it doesn't sag much either... it's just sticking right out there, begging for more attention... you must be packing 38's, huh baby... or maybe even bigger, huh... you got a great set of jugs, don't you, Big Tits... and see... you got a happy nipple too..." He rubs my breast up and down faster. The camera records the mauling. I feel a pleasurable rush as my taut nub is bent up and down against his sliding palm. He says, "You like this, don't you baby... you kinda like it rough, don't you, baby... yeah... you know what, Big Tits?... you're lucky... cause I like to be rough... my rough will make you feel good, Big Tits... this feels real good, doesn't it, baby..." He rolls the tip of my nipple between his thumb and finger, then he pinches it softly over and over. He says, "You like having your nipples pinched, don't you, baby... this feels good, doesn't it, Big Tits... you want me to keep rubbing your boobs, don't you... squeezing on your tits... making your nipples hard..." I try to deny his words, but a part of me knows he speaks some truth. I can not deny all of the excitement I feel from this situation; being half naked in front of strangers, having my breasts bared and fondled, my nipples abused. My bound wrists give him complete access. My inability to protect myself from his will is becoming less frightening and a bit exciting. I partially close my eyes as I respond more to his touch. His other hand moves under my other dangling bra cup. Both his hands are on my tit flesh now. Again, I catch my breath with a gasp, unable to control my arousal. He says, "Let's not neglect the other one, now..." He moves the other half of my bra to the side, then pushes the bra straps off my shoulders. He pulls my bra down my arms until it joins my sweater, behind my back and around my bound hands. My large, round tits are now in full display. I can't stop a shiver growing within me. I shake a little making my tits wobble slightly. I feel an unwanted excitement as he looks me over. His fingers softly stroke the undersides of my boobs. His hands slide all over my unprotected tits. He grasps my left teat between his thumb and forefinger and rubs it until it hardens to his satisfaction. Then, he moves to my other breast and gives that nipple the same treatment. I squirm further onto the desk, trying to get away from him, but he pulls me back to the desk top's edge. I bend forward. His fingers finally release my aching nubs. His hands go to the bottom of my breasts. He slaps them toward him with his fingers making my boobs shudder. I twist my shoulders back and forth trying to evade his groping. As I struggle, my breasts sway. My leaning forward does not stop the Leader's advances. He puts one hand on my back and bends me over even more. My breasts hang away from my body. He cups one of my dangling tits in the palm of his free hand, as if he's guessing its weight. He gently strokes the tip of my tit with his fingertips. He says to the Young One, "Get a good shot of her tits hanging like this..." The Young One crouches near me to get a good angle on my tits. The Leader pushes me from side to side a bit, making my breasts swing for the camera. He says, "Put the camera down for a bit, and come over here... I need you to help us out... hold Big Tits over like this... I need to milk these hanging jugs..." The Young One comes over and presses down on my back. The Leader's large hands scoop up my breasts. I see my tit flesh pushing out between his fingers as he squeezes me tightly. He presses my boobs up against my body and rubs them in wide circles. He drops them, and they fall back toward the floor, jiggling at their freedom. His fingertips caress my hanging tits starting from the top and bottom of each breast then gently stroking it down to its nipple. After a few strokes, my teats stiffen again. He says, "You've got some real fine tits, baby... I'd love to mess with you all the time... these titties sure need special attention... do they get enough attention, baby?... are they stroked like this often enough?... they sure seem to like it, don't they, baby... they're so smooth... and warm... and big... with nice nipples..." He thumps the tip of my right nipple with his middle finger several times. After it grows bigger, he thumps on my left nipple until it, too, responds. He firmly rolls my nubs between his fingers and pinches them some. I say, "Ow-w-w... that hurts... o-h-h-h... stop it..." He says, "Oh, hush... why are you complaining?... you know you're loving this... nipples never lie, baby... and your nipples keep getting bigger and harder... your nipples like this... they like to be rubbed around and pinched a little, don't they, baby... it feels good when your nipples get all excited and hard, doesn't it... you like having hard nipples, don't you baby... but they're not too hard yet... but don't worry, Big Tits, I know how to get 'em hard for you..." He places the palms of his hands under the tips of my breasts. He moves his hands in slow, small circles, with my nipples resting in and rubbing against his palms. His hands circle faster, and my dangling breasts begin to move in circles too. He lowers his palms until only the very tips of my nipples are rubbing against the rough skin of his hands. As he moves my breasts in ever bigger circles, they are pulled away from each other, then smashed together. Hearing my tits being slapped together and the friction of my teats sliding over his palms soon has an effect. I feel a pressure building in my breasts. My nipples tingle in his palms. My breathing becomes deeper, and my mouth opens for air. He says, "See that, baby... your nipples got harder already... you must like this, huh, baby... I know these big tits of yours do... can you feel your nipples getting harder, baby?... they feel hard in my hands... and your tits are getting hot, too, baby... I can feel 'em getting big, too... you know what, baby... I'm gonna do something special for you, baby... something special for you and your big tits... I'm gonna get these nipples really big for you, baby... and I know just how to do it, too... I am astonished at how sensitive my boobs have become. The only thing I feel is an intense pleasure in my breasts. The only thing I hear is the slapping of my tits together. He says, "I know just what your titties like... you know, too, don't you, Big Tits... your titties like to be rubbed; and to be kissed; and to be sucked... your titties like those things, don't they, baby... that makes your titties feel good... but your nipples like something else, don't they, baby..." "They like something a little rougher, don't they... your nipples like to be pinched..." His fingers pinch my nipples hard, and I moan loudly. "...and pulled..." He tugs on my nipples, pulling my breasts down. "...and flicked..." He flicks a finger at each nipple, sending chills down my back. "...you like this, don't you, baby... you like this..." He pinches and pulls and flicks my nipples for several minutes. My breathing becomes more labored. The sensation is bringing me close to the point of orgasm. He finally releases my nipples and strokes the tips of my breasts with his fingertips again. He says, "You liked that, didn't you, baby..." I stammer, "No... it hurts... it hurts..." He replies, "Rough hurts sometimes, baby... but I know you liked it a little, too, Big Tits... after it hurt for a little, it started to feel good, didn't it, baby..." He's right. It did become a pleasurable sensation after a while. The stimulation was intensely arousing. But I can never let him know he's right. He says, "Your nipples sure liked it rough..." Very softly he strokes the sides of my teats. "...the harder I pinched them, the harder they got... the more I pulled them, the longer they got... the more I flicked at them, the fatter they got... your nipples like it rough, isn't that right, baby... and you liked it, too... you like it a little bit rough, don't you, Big Tits... Well, baby, I'm gonna make you and your nipples feel good..." His palms cup the tips of my breasts, and he starts moving them in circles again. When my tits start slapping against each other again, he says, "I'm gonna make your nipples harder than they've ever been, baby... your nipples will are gonna love this... and, your gonna love this, too... check this out, baby..." He increases the pace. My tits move in a quicker rhythm. Their slapping gets louder. My breathing quickens, and I gasp for air. He moves to grasp the very tip of each nipple firmly between his thumb and middle finger. He drags my breasts in circles by pulling them around by their tips. I am filled with a mixture of pain and pleasure. I moan with each breath. He says to me, "Yeah, baby... you're enjoying this, aren't you, baby... and I like the sound of your tits when they slap together like this, too... don't you, Big Tits... you like me pulling on your nipples... they're nice and hard now, baby... but I'm not stopping yet, baby... they're gonna get harder... I'm gonna make these nipples as hard as rocks, baby... I bet you're gonna cum from this... don't be afraid to cum, baby... I'm gonna make you hard... I'm gonna make you cum..." He releases my aching nipples. Almost immediately, he grabs the tips of my swaying, sore breasts by pinching together the flesh just outside my areolas on either side of my throbbing teats. He pulls them toward the floor, pulling my tits taut and away from my body. He shakes my boobs quickly from side to side. I feel a stronger rush of pleasure and pain as my nubs are pinched against the flesh of my own areolae, imprisoned by his grip. Continuing to shake my breasts, he moves a finger on each hand up to the tip of each nipple and flicks at them. Each flick sends a shudder through me. He stops shaking my breasts only long enough to tug on them a few times. He pulls them far from my body while roughly flicking my sensitive nipples faster and harder. My body shakes uncontrollably at the sensation. He releases my tortured breasts, and they spring back up. I look at my nipples. They are hard and distended more than I've ever seen them. My breasts are pink, swollen and throbbing. He grabs one of my tits in each hand. He twists them around until their tips touch each other. As he rubs my nipples against each other, my breasts fill with an intense sexual pleasure. The sensation is more than I can control. My nipples are on fire... My body shudders and I give out a long, loud moan as I am overcome by a climax. He keeps rubbing my nipples together, and my body lets loose with a series of three or four more climaxes. I feel my pussy juices flow. As my moaning subsides and I try to catch my breath, he releases my breasts. I look at them sway in their freedom. He places his hand between my breasts and lightly slaps the inside of one tit and then the other. He slaps them back and forth several times and says, "See, baby... see how big they are now... and I made you cum, baby, didn't I..." He stops slapping between my tits and lightly slaps the tips of my hanging breasts, making them bounce and jiggle. He says, "I heard you moan, Big Tits... and I felt you cumming... I knew you'd like that, baby..." He says to the Young One, "That ought to do her... you can let her up now... get a shot of her now..." The Young One stops pushing on my back and readies the camera. I am too tired to sit up. The Leader puts his hands on my shoulders and pushes me upright. The Young One says, "Wow... look at them tits now..." I look down and see both of my large teats are fat and erect, jutting out sharply from the fullness of my round and reddened breasts. He says, "You like me playing with your titties, don't you..." He puts his hands just under my breasts and jiggles them softly back and forth. "She really has a set, doesn't she...", he says to the Young One. He pushes them up toward my chin, then lets them fall free. The camera catches every bounce and jiggle. "Nice, big tits and a good looking body to boot..." The Leader rubs his hands up and down the sides of my hips and up over my legs to my thighs. Instinctively, I try to pull my legs together, but he moves to stand between my knees. He rubs up and down the top of my thighs, each time going closer to my crotch. The Young One stops filming and squeezes each of my breasts, one at a time. The Leader says, "Yes, sir... a good looking body to boot... and we shouldn't let this go to waste either..." His words bring me back to reality. I look at both of them as they leer at me. I feel a sense of helplessness growing again; I am unable to stop them from looking at me, unable to cover myself. The Leader steps back and whispers something to the Young One. He grins, replies "Okay", and goes into the warehouse. The Leader approaches me again. He looks at me and grins. His stare becomes more and more uncomfortable. I lean forward slightly and lower my head to avoid eye contact. When he stands next to me, his hand moves to his crotch. The outline of his cock is visible through his jeans. He obviously has an erection or is getting one. His fingers nudge it to a more comfortable position. He moves his face down to mine and says, "Be a good girl, now... we're just gonna have a little fun..." The Young One returns and says, "I told 'em." The Leader steps back, smiles and says, "Good..." I am afraid of what I hear and see. I think this ordeal is only beginning. Still leaning forward I say, "Leave me alone... please leave me alone... I won't say anything." The Leader says to me, "We won't hurt you... we're just gonna have a little fun." He tells the Young One, "Watch her while I see what's going on." He leaves the office. I stay bent down; I can see my breasts heave as my breathing slows down. The Young One moves toward me and plays with the tips of my tits. He says, "We're gonna have some fun with you... real soon, too... this is gonna be fucking great." He laughs and pinches my sore nipples. He steps back, and I lift my head up slightly to see where he is. His hand is on his crotch, rubbing himself. I see a bulge growing in his pants. He grins widely as my eyes meet his. He moves back to me. With one hand rubbing his crotch, his other hand fondles my tits; rubbing one, then the other. I can't stop his groping. I twist around and lean forward again trying to avoid him. As he rubs himself more, the outline of his cock becomes more visible through his jeans. He stops pawing me and starts to unzip his pants. I say, "Stop it... stop..." , as he opens his fly and tries to pry his cock free. Suddenly, the Leader returns and shouts,"Hey... put that away. You're not the winner. I said the first one finished packing is gonna be first. I told you just to watch her. You're not old enough for this yet." The Young One stopped fishing for his cock and zipped up his pants. I look at the Leader, trying to comprehend what he just said. He said the winner was going to be first... first at me?! The Leader steps over to me and says, "I decided to make this into a contest." He puts his hands on my shoulders and pushes me upright. "The first one of my guys to finish their loading gets a special treat tonight... He gets to have some time with you... But first we've got to get you more comfortable..." He tells the Young One, "Go get that tape." The Leader pulls me off the desk and turns my back to him. He takes the scissors off the desk, and I feel its cold blade next to my wrists. When the Young One returns, he holds my arms firmly as the Leader cuts my bounds. My freedom does not last for long. The Leader pulls my sweater and bra off my arms and throws them on the desk before me. The sound of tape ripping off the roll is soon followed by its wrapping around my wrists. He pulls my elbows together making my back arch and my chest lift. He tells the Young One, "Put some tape up here to hold her elbows together... that'll give her proud tits..." The Young One adds some tape to hold my elbows tightly in place. He turns me around to face him. He picks up the camera and starts filming me. My bound elbows make my breasts stick out even more now, and my softening nipples are still erect enough to point up. The Young One picks my bra up off the desk and holds it up by the shoulder straps. He says, "Look how big this is...", and he looks at the tag. "Wow! It's a 39D! ...a fuckin' 39D..." The Leader says, "I told you they were at least 38's, didn't I... she's small, but she can pack 'em..." His hand moves to my face. His fingers brush down one cheek, over my lips, and up the other cheek. His fingers lightly move down my neck, and I feel a chill. He draws an invisible line down between my breasts then around my left breast. He says, "I know you'll be a good girl... we're not gonna hurt you..." His finger keeps moving in tighter and tighter circles on my tit. "We just wanna have a little fun..." His circling finger reaches my nipple. He massages the softening nub and says, "Who knows... you might even have some fun too..." Realizing what may be in store, I stammer, "No... no... don't hurt me... leave me alone..." The Leader replied, "Hey, I said we won't hurt you... we're just gonna have some fun..." At that moment someone else walks into the office. He is big, sweaty and breathing hard. The Leader turns and says, "So, you finished your loading?" The Winner looks at me and says, "You bet... boy, she's a looker, isn't she... those tits are something else, aren't they... looks like you've been getting her ready for me, huh... this oughta be real good..." The Leader stands aside and says, "Okay, you earned your prize... Just remember, she's gonna be our friend... so treat her right..." The Winner walks over and stands in front of me. I feel myself beginning to tremble. The Leader and the Young One move to either side of me. The Winner wipes his hands on his pants, trying to clean them. He looks at me and says, "You didn't lie about them tits, that's for sure..." He strokes my breasts. I can not move away from his gritty hands as they scratch my sensitive skin. I whimper, "Don't... you're hurting me... stop..." The Winner says, "Don't worry... I'm not gonna spend much time on your tits... but I wanna see 'em get hard... I heard they get big..." He strokes both my nipples, pulling at them and shaking them back and forth. My teats harden. He moves his mouth down to my left breast and flicks his tongue at my nub. His tongue slides over my breast, circling the nipple area. He presses his tongue against my teat, then his lips cover the tip of my breast. He sucks on me. He fills his mouth with my tit, and his tongue rolls my nub. His mouth moves to my other tit, and it too is inhaled. As he twirls his tongue around my nipple, his hand massages the underside of my other tit. I am getting aroused. I can not stop my body from reacting. He lathers one tit and shakes the other one back and forth then gives my nipple a couple of pinches. I am getting so hot from his fondling that I think I'm going to cum again. He stands back and seems to admire his work. He says, "Those are some fine tasting titties... Look at them nipples stick out... Those are almost good enough to turn me into a tit man..." They are all laughing, and I see two more men come in. One of them says, "Look at that... oh, fuck... does the rest of her look as good as those tits?" The Winner says, "I was just about to find that out..." His hands roam over my chest, down my belly, then down to rub my crotch. He turns me around and pulls at my skirt's zipper. I feel my skirt loosen as he unzips it. He spins me back around. My tits bounce as he stops me, much to the approval of the others in the office. He drops to his knees and tugs at the bottom of my skirt. It slides down, and I open my knees trying to keep it from falling. "Wait a minute..." the Leader says, "Let me help you with this." He steps behind me and holds me up by my bound arms. "Yeah... that'll do it," the Winner says and he gives my skirt another tug. It drops off my hips, and I feel another rush of cool air as my skirt falls to my ankles. The other men begin to hoot and holler at the sight of my skimpy, purple panties. They all talk at once. I can hear only parts of what they say. They say, "I could fuck that right now... look at the size of her boobs... what a fine looking piece of ass... that's made for fucking... 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