บททั้งหมดของ Crazy Adventures: บทที่ 1091 - บทที่ 1100

"I'm waiting!" He says a bit annoyed, the tip of the belt striking right on my clit as he swings it. As horrible as it is to me, I savor the tingle the belt leaves as it is no longer stinging as he's not hitting me hard at all. I then shove my hips forward, saying without words that to hit that exact spot again."I deserve this for having big fat titties," I say loudly. My reward is to have them smacked again. Then my pussy. Then my clit. Then my tits again, only this time across both nipples. He picks up the speed and intensity without picking up the pain. He goes so fast that I can't even say words but moans."Cum. Cum for me you stupid cowardly fat-titted bitch," he growls as he keeps going. This does it. His knowing how close I am makes me orgasm. I thought I was hiding it, but it's like he can see deep inside me into my dark thoughts.Standing with my legs spread, hands on my head, I cum. My high-pitched moans come one after another as the waves begin to move over me, only these

Helpless to stop him, all I can do is whimper and feel the soft throbbing of my breasts as they are tied. And tie them he does, constantly tugging and pulling on the rope to ensure that it is as tight as can be, to ensure my poor breasts are to be as swollen as possible. He is very mean with this, tightening them over and over, even if he has more than enough rope.Finally, he finishes, leaving me to move from one foot to the other as I deal with the pain of my bound breasts. They really do throb hard now, to which I feel my own heartbeat within them. And as strange and sick as it is, my nipples are rock hard and tingling. Tingling to the point that they feel like they need to be touched.No. This can't be happening. I am not feeling heat build within me from him doing something so mean and horrible. I'm not feeling the mentally and emotional urge for him to touch my nipples. For him to take them in his mouth and suck while flicking with his tongue. I can't want this. I can't be enjoy

Feeling like my mind might snap, I go quiet as he pulls out another clothespin. Only this one has no chain or metal ball attached to it. This one he puts right on my clit. He uses his fingers to grab and pinch my sweet little nub, and then puts the clothespin on it in a rather uncaring motion.I can't help but squirm, whimper and even cry. The pain is just so much. Well, that's not right. There is pain, but it's not horrible. It's more of the violation and humiliation that makes it so bad. It makes me feel so extremely humiliated, like accepting an award on stage only for everyone to see toilet paper on your shoe dragging behind you. It's beyond humiliation."Ahhh, you look so pretty," he laughs as he's moved behind the camera again. I on the other hand keep squirming and moving as my body rages as my pussy is now punished and clamped. The tingling and heat has grown again, letting me know that I'm going to cum again. Only this time I know it's going to be more intense because of the

"W-W-What?" I mutter as I wake up. My eyes flutter and I blink over and over as I try to force the sleep to be gone from my eyes. The daze of sleep is strong, making it feel unnatural in a way. It makes me wonder, even in my dazed state, if I passed out or was drugged or something.As the scene in front of me becomes clearer, I sort of wish I was still asleep. My brain makes all the connections and I know where I am. More than that, I remember what happened.I'm still in his backyard. It wasn't just a nightmare. It really happened. And it's still happening.I'm Eva and I'm an 18 year old college student. An honor college student. Today as I was walking off to college, a very evil neighbor named "Mr. Eric" stopped me on the sidewalk. Long story short, the crazy bastard wanted to prove some sick and perverted point about me. He intimidated and scared me to the point of exposing myself there on the sidewalk. Then he made me go into his backyard.A mix of butterflies in my stomach and hum

Feeling very stupid, I lower my hands, where I rub my wrists and finally move off my tiptoes. My face reddens harder as I realize I had been standing on my tiptoes for no reason...stretching my body out, for no reason. I honestly can't believe I was keeping myself strung up like that. How long would I have done it if he didn't say anything?Unable to look in his direction, I look down. But then I see my bare breasts, complete with markings with remind me of how I just jiggled them, so I look to the side. Heat stays on my face as he made his point very clearly. Made it to the point that there's no way to deny it.I do want this. At least some part of me does. How else can you explain it? I was keeping myself strung up because I liked it, instead of recognizing I was free and run off. That in the deepest part of my soul, or brain or whatever, I wanted to be strung up and humiliated...because I liked it.Oh...how messed up am I?"Now, what do we say?" Mr. Eric states in a fatherly tone.