Chapter 18
"You will stand quietly, missee", the old man hissed.
Sweat dripped from the nose of the beautiful young woman in the
heat of the small room falling on her bared breasts. The deep
cleavage between her two immense breasts was damp with
perspiration as well. She stood there meekly her cotton dress
bunched around her waist. He tongue nervously licking the old
man's spent cum from her lips.
Her cheek was livid from the open hand slap she had received a
few minutes earlier. She had followed the old man in to the
small room off his living quarters and he had positioned her
under a large heavy beam and then for reason, slapped her across
the face with all his strength. A sneer was all the response she
got when she searched his face for an explanation.
"Had she failed to please him", she asked herself. "Hadn't she
siphoned the foully delicious sperm from his withered balls,
licking and lapping at his deformed cock?"
"Missee will remove her dress, please", the old man said as he
stared at her intently, his smile baring the stumps of his rotten
teeth.
The beautiful girl did as she was told, untying the simple belt
that preserved her remaining modesty. The cotton dress fell to
the floor revealing her once perfect body, now bearing the marks
of a common whore. Welts from the lash criss crossed her back
and flanks, her long swollen nipples stood out, still impossibly
long thick and swollen, circled with bruises and hickeys from
abusive and demanding mouths and teeth. The white vein mapped
surface of her large breasts bore the finger marks of the men
that had used her. The lips of her abused cunt were red and
swollen beneath their sparse covering of fine blond curls, the
red swollen finger of her clit protruded out like some obscene
appendage, beneath it her long inner labia hung like an inverted
cock's comb red and raw, quivering with her every move. Lash and
the finger marks of the men that had recently used her.
The old japanese laundry man was a flurry of activity as he bound
her hands, the rough hemp rope chaffing the skin of her slender
wrists. He roughly pulled her Once the old man was finished he
hoisted her arms above her head to the point where she had to
stand on her tip toes to take the weight off her wrists. Her
huge breasts were drawn upward sagging only slightly with their
own weight, the round globes full and taunt.
The old man quickly secured the young woman's ankles and drew
them slightly outward and apart, resulting in more of her weight
falling on her wrists.
"I am master of nawa shibari", the old man stated. "You will be
my new subject".
The teen clearly did not understand, her face vacant.
"I will create with the ropes, a work of art, of pain, of
torment." he said. "You will come to love the ropes".
With this he set to work.
The thin ropes of the shinju constricted her breath, but the
worst was how the rough hemp chaffed the bruised skin of her back
and breasts. The old man showed great skill, the hemp lying
closely together where it circled her torso above and below her
large breasts, squeezing them into an immense shelf of flesh that
projected outward from her chest. Under her arms the cords were
circled again cinching the cords tighter creating a rope vise
that squeezed the firm flesh of her breasts in it's biting
embrace.
Rachel felt as if here chest was encased in a vise, she hungered
for air, only to find that the embrace of the rope only allowed
for shallow breaths. In time she became lightheaded and the
panic subsided to be replaced by a feeling of serene security as
her mind lost focus.
The hands of the old man continued there craft as he selected a
hemp rope of thinner diameter and began to encircle each of the
girls heavy breasts. The first loop bit into the billowy flesh
near its base where it ballooned from her chest. Each successive
loop lay close to the first biting deeper and deeper into the
constricted flesh. The cord was thin enough that twelve loops
made a a band of solid hemp two inches wide at the base of each
breast. The heavy tits of the girl projected nearly horizontally
constricted as they were by the rope corset, drooping like
lopsided ice cream cones as the compressed mass of flesh oozed
out and hung down.
Hattori's wrinkled face split in a grin. "Missee, see the color
of your big titties are changing already." he said with
satisfaction. "The tight ropes make blood pool in your big
titties, they make stretch and swell!!" he said with a giggle.
"Titties become even bigger!!"
The attractive girl's oversized breasts were changing color.
Their normally pale surface marked only by the traces of livid
blue veins visible beneath the translucent skin had changed to a
deep red, as blood began to pool in the massive bags. The old
man turned to the table, he was little interested in the woman
now, only the end result of his handiwork. Maria's breasts had
swelled to immense distorted globes, he knew this young slut's
tits would surpass even that. He sorted through several pieces
of split bamboo and found several that were a quarter inch wide
by four inches long. He deftly split the flat sections
lengthwise between two joints. He turned to the beautiful young
woman and harshly twisted her long nipple. He worried each one
in turn until they stood out longer and thicker than the first
joint of his little finger. He bent the bamboo sections toward
the girl's rigid nipple so that the slit he had made opened and
carefully fit the swollen teat between the sharp jaws. With a
simple release of the strip the halves closed brutally on the
sensitive bud.
"Oh-h-h-h, no-o-o-o-o-o-o, ple-e-e-e-ez-e-e-e", the beautiful
girl gasped as the pain roused her from the stupor induced by the
constricting ropes.
"H-e-e-e-e-e-e, Missee, no like?" the old man sniffed. He
quickly snapped the other bamboo piece on the remaining nipple.
"Hm-m-m-m-m, tittie, swelling nicy", he said as he harshly
squeezed the girl's discoloring right breast. The color had
turned from read to bluish crimson. The breast no longer lapped
over the constricting rope band, but was beginning to stand
further out as the internal fluid pressure increased and the skin
took on a shiny sheen as it stretched and billowed outward.
The old man turned and knelt between the helpless teens
attractive legs. He gripped the girl's inch long clit, and
brutally captured it in another bamboo clip.
"A-a-a-a-a--e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e", the girl screamed, her body going
rigid as she thrashed and pulled at the confining ropes. The
livid red nub of her clit looked as though it might burst from
the confining grasp of the thin bamboo strips. Hatori had one
additional task. He quickly confined and secured the lips of the
the young girl's cunt between two smooth sticks, securing the
ends tightly with strands of string. The thick swollen slabs of
flesh were pressed tightly together constricted to pass through a
mere quarter inch space. The old japanese fingered the slabs of
feminine flesh as they immediately began to swell, looking like
hanging strips of sirloin as they discolored. Hatori new that
time alone would now inflict the pain he wanted and the girl
needed. He turned and left the room to find Maria, his ancient
cock twitching in his pantaloons as his withered balls churned.
Seconds turned to minutes in the dim light of the room. Rachel's
beautiful face was partially hidden by strands of damp blond hair
as her head hung down limply. Her once bright eyes were dulled
from the unceasing pain. The smooth skin of her face now lined,
eyes sunken from the continued stress. The pain in her wrists
was all but forgotten as the throbbing in her breasts and cunt
increased with each passing minute. Her red rimmed tear blurred
eyes looked with disbelief at the bluish red monstrosities her
once large but perfect breasts had become. Bulging veins were
visible through the shiny stretched surface of her skin. The
pooling blood had caused bruising as small vessels ruptured under
the pressure. She saw with horror the incredible size her
swelling blue tits had gained, fully half again as large as
normal, the grotesque bladders standing out starkly against the
pale whiteness of her torso.
Slowly the horror gave way to satisfaction as self-loathing
replaced fear, hatred and disgust was redirected inward as
realization dawned once again that she like this and that she had
sunk to yet another, newer depth of depravity.
"M-m-m-m-m-m-mh", she moaned as she moved her torso from side to
side causing the heavy distended bags of her breasts to swing
from side to side. They looked like bluish swollen water bags,
skin taunt to bursting, slapping from side to side, stretching
and pulling in exquisite pain.
"Missee, like h-m-m-m-m-m?, the old man whispered from the
shadows.
He stepped forward and captured one heavy swinging breast, and
squeezed it harshly, his fingers barely denting the swollen
hardened bag. From his left had he held a loop of leather
fastened to a large hollow gourd. He quickly looped the leather
around the bamboo fixed to her painfully swollen nipple. He
affixed one to her other breast and yet another to the sticks
binding her swollen labia.
"Maria! hai!!", was all he said as he left the room. He was
replaced by the stooped form of the young Bolivian girl carrying
a bucket of sand. She quickly added sand from the bucket to each
gourd until they were half filled, ignoring the moans from the
young American missionary.
In truth, Rachel moaned from pleasure and pain as the weight
pulled at her tender flesh. Stretching and pulling the sharp
edged bamboo drew blood as it cut into her hard swollen nipples.
She could feel and reveled at the stretching she felt in her
swollen labia and remembered how the hard cock of the old Padre
had felt as he stretched her virgin pussy.
Numbness had set in before an eternal hour passed and the girl
returned to finished filling the gourds.
Two hours passed when the old man returned and punctured the
girl's now impossibly swollen breasts with thin slivers of
bamboo. With each prick fat bubbles of crimson bloomed on the
taunt blue surface of each breast dribbling streamers of red down
the teen's pale torso.
When the numbness set in once more, the beautiful girl's face
split in a depraved and indifferent smile.
"A-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-, yes-s-s-s-s-s-s-s, she moaned between
clenched teeth as she began to move her torso from side to side,
the heavy sand filled gourds swinging from side to side, pulling
and stretching her swollen flesh. Small rubies of crimson
sprinkling the floor around her as rich red drops dripped from
her ravaged nipples and breasts filling the air around her with a
red haze.
