Tit Torture Stories – An Experience We Will Never Forget
So, to recap, Brittany & I were doing our good deed up and down highway 70. Brittany would flash her huge 34E tits at the truckers to give them the motivation to stay awake & keep driving while I drove. We had been doing this for months & were known as the Big Tit Flashers. You can read the beginning of the story in Brittany’s blog, but we would have never guessed our good deeds would lead to our own tit torture stories.
Waking Up In The Torture Warehouse
After the torture that started in the cap of the truck, Britt & I passed out. When we woke up, we were in a dark smelly warehouse. My hands & feet were tied tightly to a chair. My pussy & between my legs was sticky & I could tell I was bleeding. I couldn’t move despite how much I struggled. I looked around frantically for Britt but it was too dark to see anything. There was a rag shoved in my mouth & held in place with duct tape so I couldn’t call out to her.
A light came on in the distance & I could vaguely make out Brittany against the far wall. There was a stainless steel table standing upright & she was bound to it with saran wrap. One of the guys was cutting away a few layers so that her tits & pussy were free. The only reassurance I had was that Brittany was still passed out & had no idea what they were doing to her. At least, I HOPED she was simply passed out & not dead! Just then, the other guy walked into the room carrying our purses. “You are never going to believe what I found,” he said.
Discovering Who We Are
He had found our phonesex operator business cards & was notably pissed by the discovery. I couldn’t understand why but he started to go on about how we were such kinky little sluts. Turning to the other guy, he said, “I bet they’re into some really freaky shit like having their pussy filled with dog cum.” This caused Brittany to laugh, alerting them to the fact she was now awake, which pissed them off even more.
Turns out, they enjoyed teaching innocent girls a lesson & showing them the evil in the world. They would go from city to city picking up unsuspecting girls & bring them to a remote location. There, they would torture them with different devices depending on the “crime” they were accused of. The two truckers thought Britt & I were just having fun & being wild by being the Big Tit Flashers. They were pissed we were already little sluts & had done more than they thought. “Looks like we need to up our game,” they said with a chuckle.
Tit Torture Stories Beyond My Wildest Expectations
I must have lost consciousness again because I woke up to the feeling of hot smelly breath on my neck. Suddenly, a bright spotlight flashed on in the center of the room blinding me. When I could finally see, I almost wish I couldn’t! The site before me was so outrageous I almost couldn’t figure out exactly what I was seeing. Slowly, my brain started to connect the pieces as I processed the site before me. There were ropes attached to a hook in the ceiling & Brittany was hooked up to them.
A ball gag was inserted into Brittany’s mouth & the ropes were tightened. They flipped a switch to start to raise the ropes to reduce the slack in the ropes. The first guy suddenly yelled “stop.” It was ridiculous on my part to think they had changed their minds! He disappeared for a minute & came back with his arms full of items. He slowly laid the items out on the table one by one making sure we both got a good look at everything. Britt licked her lips & looked at me nervously.
Let The Tit Torture Stories Begin
On the table set before us, there were rat traps, syringe tubes, rope, needles & weights. The first guy laughed & commended the second guy’s devious mind. He started to wrap each of Britt’s tits into the rope & then attached it to the clip in the ceiling. He, again, flicked the switch to reduce the slack in the rope. This caused the ropes to pull tight on Brittany’s huge 34E tits & she was slightly suspended. With her feet now dangling in the air, the ropes pulled tight on her tits, armpits, & knees. Brittany’s tits turned bright red due to the blood squeezed in them.
The first guy walked to the table & picked up the syringed. He attached one to each nipple & then pulled back the stopper so that her nipples were sucked into the tubes. Britt let out a loud moan. The second guy said, “The little bitch likes it. No, no, no, we can’t have that.” He walked to the table & picked up the weights. He attached them to fishing line & then wrapped one around each tit. This made Brittany struggle as the weights caused the line to cut into her swollen tits & forced her nipples further into the tubes.
And The Tit Torture Stories Continue
Next, the first guy returned to the table & picked up the rat traps. Easing them around the syringe tubes, he inserted her tits in the traps just above the syringes. With a laugh, he snapped them closed. Britt screamed as the pressure forced the syringe tubes to fly off. Her nipples were red, raw, & bloody. The flipped the switch again & she was fully suspended. She was screaming & crying now as they inserted needles into her nipples. I was fighting & crying in the chair, desperate to get to her.
“Aw, look. The other bitch wants to play too,” said the first guy. He walked over & put the syringes on my nipples, followed by the rat traps. The suction must not have been as tight on me, as the syringe tubes didn’t fly off. As I cried he began to shove a huge dildo in my ass & then fucked my pussy. The second guy fucked Brittany while she hung from the ropes, using them as a swing.
Finally, The Tit Torture Stories Came To An End
This continued for hours until we eventually passed out. When we awoke, we were back in the front seats of my Jeep Wrangler & the sun was coming up. We hugged each other & cried before driving home to take care of our injuries. The next morning, we talked about everything we remembered. We decided that we would not let two assholes ruin the good work we do for all of the other truckers & continue being the Big Tit Flashers.
Our work would resume immediately & we would not wait to heal before continuing our adventures. We needed to show our abused tits to the truckers so they would know what we endured for them! This was just one more experience that would make a great phonesex operator call with our tit torture stories!
