you think if we treated them with a pair of pliers?…”
Denise, panicked under the intolerable pain at her breasts, hiccuping, crying, promised, swore whatever they wanted her to swear. She had to lean against the walls while they were going away, and had hardly the strength to drag herself to the toilets.. She hesitated and did not complaint. At night she saw them following her at a distance, the next day she resigned without giving a reason to her decision…
During the whole confession, Monique had caressed the young girl between her legs, alternating kisses on her lips, and on her breasts. Lost in a wonderful dream, the girl stopped speaking and remained silent for a couple of minutes before the orgasm seized her and left her panting after a couple of contractions. Her belly was twisting delighted under the action of the finger that was slowly penetrating her…
Monique let her recuperate for a moment and then resumed her questioning, about her life, and also about the reason why her nipples had taken such a shape and size.
Denise came closer to Monique and caressed her breasts. She let her fingers linger on the young girl's body, and her hand went under Monique's skirt… Between the closed legs, on the sex, and insinuating between the moistened lips found the virginity… For a little moment Denise stared at Monique, surprised, but she did not say anything and resumed her caress, she also continued her account of her loves and misfortunes.
Denise remained one whole month unemployed. Her personal savings were running away and the spent her last pennies at the gynecologist, because the horrible event that had occurred in the storage room had consequences that she preferred to stop immediately. She found another job, in the same specialization and was working in another smaller factory under the order of an elderly man. It did not take her a very long time to realized that the man was quite attracted by her youth. After a couple of mistakes the man made it clear to her that if she wanted to stay she would have to do some “efforts…”
“A girl with teats like yours has always one way to be forgiven when she does something wrong…”
She needed the money badly, and one night she accepted to stay in the factory after closing hours. They went together in the darkest corner of the office and once again she felt all the fears and disgust from the first time come back to her… She felt without any reaction the hands of the man on her chest… In the silent building she heard his accelerated breathing… He opened her blouse and unhooked the brassiere… he pushed the blouse backwards and the material fell on her slightly folded arms… Then she felt the man's lips on her nipples, in a deep sucking. Her eyes closed, she felt the tongue lick at the reddened nipples, the teeth biting without too much strength on the exacerbated buds. No matter how disgusted she was, she felt the titillation of excitement in her most intimate flesh… She closed her legs more firmly and the man went on sucking at her breasts. He was playing with the twin globes and feeling their volume, consistency, and weight, the way a sculptor would prepare a block of clay before modeling it.
Denise tried once to move away from the head, glued as a leech to her bosom, he slapped her hands, and she gave up all resistance… His thick lips remained on the hypersensitive teats, and his hands started wandering on her body. He found the blouse nearly completely unbuttoned and soon reached the small pink crotch, and insinuating between her legs. She closed her legs more tightly, but then he bit her cruelly… She had to give up, and soon the linger insinuated more deeply in her warms vagina… She let the finger penetrated her, and slowly rub at the exacerbated love bud… Tightening his grip around her with his left arm, and his mouth still glued at her breast, he masturbated her furiously.
Denise let pleasure come in her, the spasm reached her with clenched teeth. She did not resist and with a series of bumps, she let the warm sap ooze of her cunt, and moisten the man's fingers.
He let her recover her spirits, and she found herself naked in front of him. He was contemplating her; then he helped her to get dressed with surprisingly sweet gestures he walked her, in silence to the gate of the factory. She did not refuse his hand when he said goodbye.
From that day on commenced a sweet kind of blackmail. It was very seldom that Denise could go home without a little stop with the man in the back of the storage room. Sometimes he found his satisfaction just by licking and sucking her teats, but sometimes he let his hands go between her thighs, and he did not let her go without receiving the warm liquid on his fingers, proving that she had come and met her pleasure.
But he was also nice to her. He brought pastries, and some sweets, and now she was no longer afraid of him, and felt only shame, but no fears when she followed him to the shelves.
She let him caress her in any way in wanted to and, it is maybe under the ardent sucking that the nipples took their exaggerated proportions. One day he asked her to climb on the shelves, as if she had to reach something in the upper ones, and then she had to let him see her nakedness, from below, between her legs, the way the others had done with her on that famous first night (she shivered everytime she thought about the terrible evening…) and she did not close her legs, so nice and gentle was the man. Then Denise entered another era of sweet and sour tortures. This man, who could not satisfy any woman, tried to take his revenge in excitations that he gave to that sex that his own flesh could not, and would never penetrate. He gave her cunt the attentions and care that he had, up to then, reserved to her teats, and her cunt was suck her clitoris titillated, masturbated, excited constantly…
To appease her shame he had her salary increased in a reasonable way, and she accepte and nearly every night her teats or her cunt were the victims of that transaction. He became more and more demanding, he was sometimes biting her intimate flesh cruelly and sometimes he cried out her pain… That is how one night the boss found them in the storage room, he fired the man, but kept Denise. But he gave her his conditions the next day and kept her one hour in his office. She got out of it, panting, gaping, her breasts painful globes, and a strange sour taste in her mouth.
For a long hour the walls of the directorial office had echoed her cries and moans.
From that day on, Denise entered the commercial service of the factory, she was at the boss's orders and no one else's. She was taking care of the bookkeeping. She had to enter his office every night, when everyone else was leaving, and then, she was bearing the consequences of the deal that she had made by fear of a miserable life.
She had to unbutton her blouse. She was wearing a brassiere of a certain type, made of black silk, with large holes so that the nipples and a little piece of white flesh was free out of the bonnet. Then the man, getting up, tied Denise's hands to the handles of the drawers in his office… And then he would start sucking at her teats biting, and hurting the delicate flesh… He would pinch the nipples till she could not bear it… Sometimes he would hit her breasts with a supple stick, and would only stop when her cries were to loud and could be heard from outside.
The session generally ended when a kneeling Denise sucking at the man's dick, received in her mouth the thick and warm sperm that gushed out of him…
Little by little he tortured her more and more, he finally came to dig thin needles in her breasts, and her breasts, getting hard and longer under the treatments were now nearly completely insensitive. That was the reason of their extremely large size. They were about the size of a regular bottlenipple and Monique was caressing their hard bulks, rolling under her fingers.
Monique once again caressed and let Denise caress her in return… The she tactfully offered her to come with her one night at Max, just in order to have a pleasant evening. She made it clear to Denise that Max was a very nice and pleasant man, that he was also generous and probably could help her to have a pleasant vacation… Denise refused and would not let Monique try to convince her, then little by little, and considering the profit and possibly the pleasure that she would get out of that, she accepted Monique knew that Denise wanted badly a little necklace mode of scarlet corral, and a country shawl. Then Monique enquired about Denise's dress… They agreed that she should put on a white blouse and a plain gray skirt… Of course nothing under it.
In due time Monique, who had first been at Max to bring the gifts or Denise that she had purchased herself (Max had try to do it, but Monique would not let him…) and Denise came at Max's villa. Soon they were together in the dark room, embraced on the famous mirror. Denise was quite intimidated… Then the blouses opened, but Max gave all his attention to Denise's. He admired the long and thick nipples and paid them the regards they were supposed to receive. Monique got the leather bracelets and while Max was caressing the girl, she tied her wrists… Soon, Denise was exactly as Monique had been at Chang's, arms lifted up, and breasts provocatingly propped…
Then, while a naked Monique started caressing herself softly, Max tortured Denise's breasts as Monique had told him to do… Soon the girl was crying her voluptuous pain proving that Max was at least as good as her former employer. Monique excited by the show, was frantically masturbating, watching the tortured body twist in front of
