He circled the young girl slowly

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He circled the young girl slowlyHe circled the young girl slowly, taking in the sight of her naked for. She was barely eighteen, she’d told him so, and she looked it too. She was quite slender, but her body was definitely that of a woman’s. Her breasts sat high on her chest, melons really. They were quite large, very firm…he would change that. He stroked her slender waist slowly, dropped his hand to her hip and caressing it where it flared out. She shivered a little but didn’t move.”Do you know what I do to girls like you?” he asked conversationally, lifting her breasts from behind and massaging the nipples gently. The girl shuddered with excitement, her breath coming in excited pants.”Yes,” she whispered, “you…you…you hang us…by our breasts.””Very good,” he told her, “and do you know what that does?”She shook her head slowly and he dropped her breasts, came back around to face her. “Let me show you…”And he led her into the room, the one where they all suffered, where his beautiful ladies with their firm breasts became freaks of nature, their tits stretched out down to their waists, sagging, stringy little bags of flesh. Some of them had injections, implants, anything to make them firm again so he could stretch them more, hang them esenyurt escort longer. This room was a shrine to his work, full of photos of those beautiful women with their firm proud breasts, photos of them hanging, fucking him as they swung in the air and finally, the after shots, the still firm bodies with the ruined tits. They knew he would dispose of them when they got like that but they didn’t care, they just had to hang…The girl gasped, eyes wide as she circled the room, looking at the ones before her. At last she turned to him. “What…what do you do with them when they get like that? Do you still hang them?” she asked.”No I don’t. I don’t do anything,” he replied, “I’m not interested in a saggy-titted bitch. Just sweet young things like you with firm perky little tits.”She shuddered, “So what do they do?””I don’t care.””Is that what will happen to me?” she asked.He watched her carefully. She was definitely turned on. She liked the idea of being used, abused and left.”Eventually. You’re young and you have great tits. It’ll take a year or two to ruin them. And they will be ruined… eventually. And when that happens, you’ll leave. I don’t care where you go or what you küçükçekmece escort do, but I won’t want anything more to do with you.”She shuddered a little and closed her eyes. He knew she’d do it anyway, they always did. At last she opened her eyes and mounted the little podium in the centre of the room.”Do me,” she said.He nodded and reached for the ropes, nooses really, soft bungy ones to start her off. He slipped them over her flesh, pulled the tit through and placed the ropes hard against her rib cage, pulled the slipknot down and then went for the cuffs. He cuffed her hands behind her and then stepped back, throwing the switch on the motor near the ceiling. At once the ropes went taut and the little slut gasped. A little more and she was pulled from the podium, her toes left the ground and she hung. Instantly those lovely melons began to turn purple and she started to whimper. He didn’t care, she wanted the pain… they all did. After a while she began to beg, beg to be let down again. Her breasts were a dark colour now, the flesh forced out by the rope. Her tits were bulging little balls of flesh, the rope almost invisible as it dug into her. Her weight was tightening beşiktaş escort the knots, cutting off the blood flow. There was no danger, he knew how long it would be before her flesh began to die and he wasn’t about to let that happen.At last he came for her and she spread her legs willingly, gratefully. Yes, she was turned on, even now, despite the pain. BECAUSE of the pain. He entered her easily, his thick cock parting her little cunt. She started to bounce on the ropes, using the give in the bungy cord to fuck him. He massaged her swollen tits as they fucked, admiring their perfection. He felt her gripping him, felt the throes of her orgasm and at that moment he shot into her. As she went slack, he stepped back and hit the switch, letting her down. Once he’d removed the ropes, her tits were definitely softer, more female. The adolescent perkiness was changing, becoming a more womanly sag. She noticed and stroked them gently. “They’re starting to sag already aren’t they?” she asked him and he nodded.”Do you want to stop? Would you like to leave?” he asked her.Her eyes roamed the room as she thought about it and massaged the blood back into her aching mounds.”No,” she whispered, “not yet.”And he knew then that she was his because despite the pain and the reality of having tits no man would touch, there was a need inside her that had to be filled. These things were no match for the aching in her tits and pussy, the need to be hung was too great. They always came back for more, always until their bodies were ruined and God knew what they did after that. He didn’t care.

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