Hung by the Tits

With Bubba pulling up on me, he suspended the weight of my whole body from my breasts. The pain was unimaginable. I needed no acting skill to scream from the agony. It felt like my nipples were being torn from my body.

"Good piggy! Good little sow! Now that you know what that feels like, we'll let you think it over before we go again. Now come here. I've got just the place to keep you busy for a bit."

He dragged me down to the weight bench at the far end of the room. He kicked it over next to the plate glass window and nudged it against the glass. He stepped up onto it and pulled me up onto the bench with him. When I saw him look up, I knew his plan. Directly overhead in the ceiling was one of the metal hooks that were used to support the hanging baskets that in a few weeks would line the inside of the windows. Bubba pulled up on the rope and pushed it over the hook. He jumped off the bench and admired his handiwork.

The rope was short enough so that my breasts were pulled straight up in the air. To keep my weight off of them and keep the agonizing pain at bay, I was forced to stand balanced on the balls of my feet. If I let my heels down, the clamps would suspend me and my whole weight would be on my breasts. If I stepped off the bench, I would be swinging in the air by my boobs. With my hands tied behind me, I was completely helpless.

"I reckon that will keep you out of trouble, missy. You don't go nowhere now, hear? We'll just go have a little fun with your friend, Red."

Leaving me to hang, Bubba and Leon took Alex back to the other end of the room. Apparently, Bubba wanted an audience while he abused her. He pushed her down to her knees.

"OK, Red. Let's see if you know how to suck a cock. Unzip me and haul it out."

Alex looked calmer than I felt. She looked toward me, as if for reassurance, and then she reached up and pulled down the zipper on the front of Bubba's filthy jumpsuit. Reaching inside, she took hold of his cock and pulled it up and out of his fly. She gasped when it flopped out. It was a big one. It was longer than Jim's and nearly as thick as Bud's.

Bubba laughed loud and long to see her reaction. He bent over slightly to her and warned her, "Now you keep them teeth to yourself, y'hear. If you touch me with those teeth, or if you even think of biting me, Leon here will pull your teeth out. Then you get to suck my cock with no teeth. Do you understand me?"

Alex nodded. She understood it wasn't worth the risk. Sucking Bubba wasn't in the same league as having her teeth pulled out. It wasn't like she hadn't sucked a cock before. She pulled Bubba's cock to her mouth and slid the head in. She tried to suck as much of it in as she could. Then she started stroking the shaft. Bubba smiled.

"This one has sucked cock before," he said to everyone. "She knows what she's doing. C'mon Red, get me off. The more jizz you suck out of me, the less there will be for me to squirt into your pretty little pussy."

Alex started sucking like a trooper. She used both hands and her mouth to get Bubba hard. It took some time. I guess a big cock doesn't get hard very quickly. She bathed the head of his cock with her tongue and stuck it out and licked underneath, where it was most sensitive. She sucked the head into her mouth as far as she could and still breathe. She even pulled out his balls and squeezed them. I couldn't see too well from the other end of the room, but they looked like they were the size of plums.

When Bubba got hard, his cock was even bigger. It must have been over a foot long and nine inches around. When it was rigid in her hands, Alex started stroking in earnest. She used both hands to pull and push the length of his big meat. She sucked on the head like it was the best thing she had ever had in her mouth. She even started moaning like she was enjoying it. She was doing everything right to keep Bubba and Leon's attention away from me.

When I saw Bubba start to move his hips in response to Alex's stroking, I knew my chance had arrived. It was just a question of how long it would take them to realize what I was up to and get to me. If they were not distracted enough, or if they were too quick, or I was too slow, my chance would be gone and Bubba and Leon would be able to do anything they wanted to my family and friends. I tried to psych myself up for what I had to do. It was going to hurt like hell, but there was only one way for me to get loose. Once I was free, if both Bubba and Leon came after me, then Jim could open that door.

I went over the moves in my head, so I would not have to think about it while I was doing it. Up, under, through, down. It was a move I had done before in a tumbling routine when I was eleven. I was sure I was limber enough to do it again, but could I do it quickly enough?

After one last look at Bubba and Leon, I closed my eyes and looked for the trance-state that would be the only thing that could make this possible. It took longer than usual to get there, but I made it. I took a deep breath and blew it out. Then I leaned back took all 150 pounds of my weight on my breasts as I kicked my feet straight up in the air. I went through the pike position and kept going. When my back was bent enough and my ass was high enough, I pushed down with my hands and slipped the rope over my butt. I pulled with my stomach muscles as hard as I could until my feet touched the hook in the ceiling. I hooked my left big toe in the metal hook and bent my right leg and pushed my foot through between my arms. I let go of the hook with my toe and did the same with my other leg. Now my hands were in front of me. I quickly dropped my feet back to the bench and grabbed the release of one clamp and then the other. That did it. I was free with my hands tied in front of me.

I looked down the room to see everyone watching me. Bud, Jim, Lori, Sara, Alex, Bubba and Leon were all staring at me. Alex was the only one with an excuse to have her mouth open, but they all did. My plan had been to get Bubba and Leon to come after me, but they hadn't moved. I flipped them both the bird and hopped off the weight bench to the floor. Now they were moving. Both of them came after me with murder in their eyes; Bubba with his big cock slapping his dirty thighs as he ran.

I stepped to my left and grabbed hold of one of the larger dumbbells without even thinking if I could lift it or not. I yanked it off the rack and in the same motion I threw it at Leon, who arrived quicker than Bubba. It hit him in the ribs with a satisfying crunch and Leon collapsed to the floor.

In that instant, I understood that my mental control had another consequence. My trance magnified my physical strength. By several times, judging from the speed with which I had thrown the dumbbell at Leon. I became aware of a sensation of great power flowing through me. In the heat of the moment I could do little more than accept this and keep moving, because the fight was only half over.

Bubba came on with his little homemade shiv held over his head. His momentum was my only advantage. As he got within range, he swung the knife at my throat. I leaned back and did a perfect high-kick. At least it would have been a high-kick, if Bubba's balls had not been in the way. I felt the solid contact with his cum-swollen balls at the same time as I felt the knife brush my throat. Bubba bent over and dove for the floor. I thought I had got the best of the exchange until I felt an odd sensation on my neck and saw a spurt of bright red arterial blood arc from my severed carotid. It gushed out all over Bubba's prone form.

I slapped my hand over the cut in my neck as hard as I could and fear took hold of me. I was more scared than I had ever been in my life. I pressed my palm against my neck and thought, "HEAL!" Something in the back of my mind told me this would work.

The adrenalin must have provided the energy necessary for my unusual mental control to obey my will. I felt completely and instantly calm. Suddenly, my neck felt hot and then the feeling returned to normal. I dropped out of trance.

Belatedly, I remembered the goal of the exercise. "Get the DOOR!" I yelled, not even bothering to look. I was watching Bubba and Leon to make sure they did not manage to get up before help arrived. I heard the door slam open. I took a deep breath and screamed at the top of my lungs, "BRUTE! HELLLLLLP!"

There was a pause of about three seconds, during which I mentally crossed my fingers that he would not be too far into the woods to hear me. I needn't have worried. At the count of three, my saviour came bounding into the room. He took one look around and ran over to where I was standing. Bubba and Leon had just about managed to sit up. Bubba was holding his balls with both hands and Leon had his arms wrapped around his chest.

My 200 plus pounds of very protective Mastiff looked at the two strange men and growled. It wasn't a doggy growl. It was more like a lion's roar. It was deep and it was loud and it scared the crap out of me. What it did to Bubba and Leon was not in any way figurative.

"Brute! If they move, EAT THEM!" Brute probably didn't know what I was saying, but Bubba and Leon did, and that was good enough. They looked like they thought "dog food" had been tattooed on them.

I wiped my hand across my now-healed neck to get off the rest of the blood. That would be hard to explain if one of my friends got too close and I would have a harder time explaining things to the EMTs. I reached out and smeared it on Bubba's forehead. With the rest of my blood on him, no one would notice. Everyone would assume it was his.

My friends were coming up behind Brute to savour our victory. I waved them back. I didn't want anyone getting grabbed at the last minute. I kicked Leon smartly in the back and then cuffed Bubba on the ear to get their attention. They groaned and flopped back on the floor.

"LISTEN TO ME, YOU ASSHOLES!" They were just barely able to divide their attention between Brute and me. I stepped over Leon to stand next to the huge dog so they wouldn't have to.

Bubba flinched and pulled a leg up away from Brute. Brute reacted by lunging for him and got hold of the meaty part of the leg just above the knee. Brute then started to shake Bubba like he was a rag-doll toy. I had no idea how strong that dog actually was until that moment. Bubba must have been over 200 pounds himself and Brute shook him like he was nothing.