I have dark fantasies about tit torture. I have huge fake boobs. I love the idea of you and your friends abusing my tits so hard, I scream for mercy. I need to be careful about what I wish for though. I was getting high with some guys I had just met. We got to talking about our wicked fantasies. The moment I said I wanted my boobs to be roughed up, they pinned me to the ground and ripped off my top and bra. They started punching my tits like they were those little hanging bags boxers hit real fast in succession. I was screaming in pain. I quickly learned that the louder I screamed, the harder they hit as if my screams of pain aroused them. It clearly did. They had broken the skin on my boobs. They were a bloody bruised mess. One guy pulled out a switch blade and cut my right nipple off. That was not growing back. I was crying and screaming in pain. They went too far. I did not want my tits ruined. They are one of my best features. Now my tits were mangled and bruised. One of my saline bags burst and my left tit was hanging like a deflated balloon. They were high on Meth, whacked out of their minds. I was their victim. By the time they all passed out, my boobs were lopsided, covered in blood and cum and black and blue. I must stop telling men my darkest secrets.
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