Busty Naïve Punishment

The following erotic CNC story has themes of humiliation, control, force and other darker themes. If such content offends you, please do not read. This is an erotic FICTION story not meant as any sort of gender, political or societal protest. This is purely for entertainment and never meant to happen in reality. If you have issues with such kinks, please do not read.

"This can't be real," I say with a single chuckle right before I bring my glass up to taste the expensive whiskey that someone poured me. I watch the scene in front of me and really wonder if this is a dream. Could it be I'm having some sort of hallucination? What is happening right now just doesn't happen in real life.

"Look at her go!" A man who is much older than I says loudly while laughing a wild, uncontrollable laugh. His laugh merges with the sounds of all the other men laughing as they watch the same thing I am watching.

They all face the same direction as we sit in this middle class neighborhood cul-de-sac, watching a college girl humiliate herself in grand fashion. The men act as if this is some great neighborhood gathering, never mind that it is the middle of the night and the entertainment is a naked, abused woman. Hell, the only one that isn't watching is the guy on the portable grill as he's grilling burgers.

If this wasn't happening in the middle of the night one would think this is a block party, especially as all of the men are neighbors with my victim. Or maybe they would think it is a bachelor party since there are nothing but men out here. Since everyone here is a goofy looking middle class man, you can't even confuse this with a gang hangout.

Everyone watches the big-boobed naked weirdo walking down the sidewalk away from us. The word "pathetic" isn't strong enough to describe the way my young victim looks now. The bright and genius college student is gone and I doubt anyone that knows her would recognize her any more.

As she slowly walks down the sidewalk everyone can see her wrists are bound behind her, making sure she is unable to use her arms. On top of her head is a pair of cow ears that are clipped to her hair so they won't fall off, making her look as if cosplaying as a cow. To add to the cosplay is a cow bell around her neck with the bell removed otherwise I would have to listen to it clang all night.

Of course both of her enlarged tits are nicely bound with nylon rope. The rope is tied nice and tight, right at the base to cut off circulation. This makes every movement, rather it be a subtle jiggle or hard bounce feel a hundred times more sensitive. To add to this sensitivity are two weighted clamps on her nipple, biting hard so they won't fall off.

But my favorite part of her outfit is that she has a crotch rope right between her legs. It's tied tight to a rope-belt around her hips, making sure none of the ropes move or shirt. Oh how it must feel tugging and pressing between her pussy lips.

An eruption of laughter fills the air as the crowd laughs as Ms. Fat Tits has to stop and hunches over, again. Her whining is so loud I can hear it where I am despite being so far away. I really shouldn't call it whining as it is her version of moaning, but as she has cummed so many times tonight, it must be a tad painful. I forgot to mention she has one of those portable-remote vibrators shoved in her pussy, which one of the men is controlling via an app.

Ms. Fat Tits which is her name by the way, moans as the forced orgasm takes her body over. Unable to walk while it runs over her, she just hunches over and moans, waiting for the intense waves of pleasure to pass. I mean, I think that's her third orgasm in less than ten minutes. And I lost count how many she's had tonight.

Oddly enough, I find that I'm fine with a group of men taking part in this. I thought maybe I would get jealous if other men watched my toy, but I find I am not. Probably because all of them seem rather scared or intimidated by me. Whatever I say goes, such as when I said no one can fuck her, as she belongs to me.

Can't say I really blame them for being scared of me. After all, would a sane, normal person do what I've done to the poor big-boobed weirdo? I mean, they saw me fucking the bound woman in front of her own parent's house while she was tied up and looking abused. Saw me dominate and hurt her without any remorse for at least an hour before coming over.

This ragtag group of perverts started with two of Ms. Fat Tits neighbors walking over, offering to pay me if they got to stay and watch what I did to her. One of them had been woken up by the noises Ms. Fat Tits was making, where he watched from his window. He then called his friend next door. After they watched while having a few drinks they decided to try and get a front row seat.

Finding it funny that her neighbors who have known Ms. Fat Tits for so long would rather watch her get fucked than save her, I let them stay. If I am being honest, I was a bit relieved when they asked as I thought they were going to try and stop me.

Having an audience changed everything about what I was doing. It turned the control I felt over Ms. Fat Tits darker and harder. It won't make any sense but it felt like switching emotionally from a tall boy of beer to a twelve back. Where the consequences and effects increased to a point that can't be quantified.

Leaning into the new feeling, I made Ms. Fat Tits introduce herself while I fucked her ass. I made them see the real her instead of what she's pretended to be. To make a point I made her apologize for not letting them see her huge tits before tonight, even making her thrust her tits at the two men as I fucked her. As those tits bounced and their faces followed along, I knew I had them under my control.

I found the logical part of my brain had a reason for wanting them here. If I let them watch instead of scaring them away, they won't be able to call the police. If they are here, they would be almost as guilty as I am for not trying to stop it. I'm not above a little blackmail to get them to do as I want.

But more neighbors soon showed up, no doubt contacted by the two idiots. One by one new men appeared, revealing a lot of cold hard truths for my big-boobed weirdo. She didn't say anything towards it, not that she could, but I saw her break more as she found that all of her male neighbors have been waiting to see her like this. That all of them didn't see her as the little genius that they nicknamed her, but as a pair of tits on a stick.

To hammer this point home, I whispered that it wasn't just her male neighbors that wanted to see her like this. That the women want to see her like this more. I made her to make her squirm at the thought of what the neighborhood women would do if they got a chance to punish the huge tits that they would never have.

Of all the punishments Ms. Fat Tits has endured with me, I know the realization of what her neighbors really thought of her hit the hardest. Knowing her the way I do, I used this to break her more. Laughed at her for telling herself that people respected her for being so smart. That they thought highly of her and knew she would go far in life.

I seized on what her emotions have been telling her for her entire life. That every day everyone thinks she is a whore. That they look at her chest and laugh. That no matter what she does, she will be considered nothing more but a whore, a slut, prostitute. A big-boobed weirdo. A freak.

So when her neighbors confessed that all they ever wanted to do is see her tits, she was gutted emotionally. When they laughed at her being used by me, it broke her even more. She knows she can't escape her destiny as these men have been her neighbors for many years, and now see the real version of her.

Ms. Fat Tits' moans ease up as the man controlling her vibrator lessens the intensity. This allows her forced orgasm to pass where after a few deep breaths she tries to resume her walk. Her order was to walk to the stop sign and back, with her punishment for not completing it to be put back in the one-bar prison that's in the middle of her yard.

I've found putting her in the one-bar prison in her own yard is very intense for her. Well, intense outside of how it must feel to be stuck and violated at the same time. I think the intensity comes from being made to face the house as she is stuck. This is her parent's house after all. Sure, they are drugged up and passed out, but that doesn't stop the feeling that she is naked, on display and helpless in her parent's yard.

The punishment of making her walk to the stop sign is low-key genius in my opinion. The other men don't know why I wanted her to do it, but she does. I wanted her to do it because the neighbors will now have a recorded piece of her humiliation on their doorbell cameras. Each perv here will have video of her walking past their house, naked, tied up and walking with her tits bouncing.

One of the men in the group makes a lame dad joke, saying how instead of her cartoon sound effect being "Boing," hers should be "Boobie." Some groan at this, others laugh.

The men, who all seem know each other, turned this into a party as after a while they went home to bring beer, food, chairs and more. Now they are all camped out in this cul-du-sac to watch the show as if tailgating. It's such a strange sight that a part of me thinks it isn't really happening and it's just the THC edible I took. From what they tell me, each man is either single, or their wives are home sleeping on a self-taken sleeping pill and liquor.

Looking behind me, I study Ms. Fat Tits' house. It is still dark with no lights on, meaning her parents are still passed out inside. From what was explained to me, everyone in the neighborhood knows about the drugs her parents take to be able to sleep.

Seems that after my last "encounter" with Ms. Fat Tits her parents got very anxious and stressed about another encounter happening. They basically locked her down, only letting her go to classes but making her promise to come right back home. No going out with friends, no taking walks, no nothing. Being like prison guards, they got a huge amount of stress so to be able to sleep they resorted to heavy medication.

A few of the neighbors expressed concern about the situation, not just for the parents' health but because if robbers ever broke in, they could be in serious trouble. I mean, the robber would find a completely submissive big-boobed weirdo, and two passed out adults that a foghorn couldn't wake.

"Jeez, look at how huge those tits are now," one of the men exclaims, bringing my attention back to my victim.

Ms. Fat Tits has reached the stop sign and is now walking back. Since she is now facing us, everyone can see her breasts. Even from here I can see her breasts have gotten even larger.

At the beginning of the night I made Ms. Fat Tits take the "Gas-Go-All-Night" packet of pills. Those pills, which you can find at any shady gas station, are meant as a sexual stimulant for men. But what I discovered from an online article is that they make women's breasts increase by releasing a shit-ton of hormones.

When I first read this about the "Gas-Go-All-Night" pills I thought it was bullshit. No way it was true. But now as I look at my victim, I see that it is. It's very true. It's like...what do they call it? Macromastia?

Ms. Fat Tits normally wears a GG cup bra while her body is rather skinny, making her look like a mop handle with tits. Or I should say, sheusedto wear a GG cup bra. But now? If I had to guess, I would say they are an LL cup. If not M. They are so large I can tell she's having to lean back a little to counter their weight.

Watching my victim get closer, I can't help but feel so damn horny at the sight of her. Despite having fucked her countless times tonight, I want to go again. I need to go again.

It's her expression that makes my cock twitch if I am being honest. In the times I've used her, she always wore a look that seemed to say she didn't think she deserved what was happening. That she was forced into liking it. But that's not the look she wears now.

Ms. Fat Tits has learned this is how she is supposed to be treated. She knows she deserves to be naked and helpless, so dirty old men can ogle her body. Just like she is starting to believe she'll never go back to college or any sort of school.

"You, Chrome-Dome," I grunt, pointing at an older bald man that has a huge gut. The man, who was laughing like a jack-ass gets very quiet as I turn my attention to him. He gets a worried look and even looks at one of his friends, making me think of a kid that just got called out by his coach in gym class.

"Go get a water hose," I tell him as another idea has popped in my head. The fat bastard hurriedly gets his fat ass up and out of the sunken-in lawn chair he was sitting in and goes.

Moments later, Ms. Fat Tits approaches the group, causing the men to cheer and jeer. They continue to call out crude statements, lewd insults and point out how large her breasts have become. They torture her with words as they have more effect than any physical torment. From the face she is making, I'm pretty sure she's about to cum again from them.

Making sure to appear calm, I take another sip of the expensive whiskey and stand. Doing so makes the group become quiet as they know I am about to do more to her. It makes me think of a TV show when the bad ass steps forward and everyone gets quiet.

Out of breath and sweaty, Ms. Fat Tits stands barefoot in the street, facing her own house, dazed. She looks like she ran a marathon by the way she tries to catch her breath, which isn't surprising from all the effort it took to move those huge tits while she walked.

I smirk as she is made to stand in a rather strange pose, her legs spread very wide and her upper body leaning back. The legs are spread thanks to the vibrator still stuffed in her, where I bet she's trying to push it out. And the stupid stance is her trying to counter-act the weight of her new tits. In any case, I know her, and I can tell she's on the verge of orgasming again and is fighting to stop it.

"Would you look at the size of your tits?" I ask, making it clear by my tone that I think she should be ashamed.

"I said...look at them," I repeat, my voice gaining a very stern tone. To this, Ms. Fat Tits does look down at her own chest. When she does, I see her face fall as she sees how huge her breasts are now. How they are sagging from the weight.

"Tell all these nice men what a clown you are. A Big-Tit clown," I order while lifting both of her breasts. I have one in each hand, genuinely surprised by how big and heavy they have become. As if a warning, I begin to lift her jumbo-tits upward, inching closer and closer to her face.

Right after ordering this, the fat bald man returns with the end of a water hose. I hear him run up behind me, but I don't look at him. Instead I stare at my victim, waiting for her to do as she is told.

"I...I'm a...I'm a...I'm a big-tit...clown," Ms. Fat Tits manages to squeak out, softly. There is laughter at the way she says this, as there is so much humiliation it pours out of her.

"Say it again, louder," I order, making a show of lifting her breasts to her face then letting them drop. They bounce down hard, causing her to hunch at the feeling.

Right after letting them go, I take several steps back while holding my hand out for the water hose. I tell the fat bastard without words to give me the hose. But as I do this, I don't break eye contact with her.

"I'm a..." Ms. Fat Tits tries again. "I'm a big titty clown," she says but this time says it louder and stronger. On the words "clown," I squeeze the handle of the hose while aiming it at her.

Wild laughter rings out as with her hands tied behind her, she can't block the water. It smacks her right across her enlarged breasts with water spraying everywhere. When it hits, she lets out a squeal either from the coldness of the water or the feeling of it hitting her sensitive tits.

After spraying her breasts, I move the stream down, spraying her stomach. I do this slow, wanting it to be as humiliating as possible for her as I hit every inch of her stomach. While I do this, the men all cheer and laugh.

"I didn't catch that, what did you say?" I ask Ms. Fat Tits, showing I want her to repeat herself as I give her a jail-shower. I continue to spray her dirty, sweaty body with water, moving further down, planning on washing all parts of her, even to her feet.

"I'm a big-tit clown," Ms. Fat Tits screams, saying it so it can be heard over the spraying water. As she yells this, I can see her face reddening, showing she is about to cum at being humiliated. Spending so much time with her has allowed me to pick up on all of her signs and tells.

Wanting the humiliation she feels to get worse, or maybe better, I move the stream right between her legs. At this she yelps as I know that part of her is very sensitive. She even tries to back up, but after I clear my throat she steps back to where she was.

The laughter from the group increases as Ms. Fat Tits stands as straight as she can, where I keep spraying the water between her legs, trying to hit her clit. There I move the stream down to hit those used pussy lips, then move it back to her clit. I repeat this every couple of seconds to make sure everything down there is violated by the water.

"I'm a big-tit clown!" Ms. Fat Tits yells as she turns and twists, ensuring her tits jiggle and swing.

"I'm...I'm a..." Ms. Fat Tits tries to say but the arousal takes over. The would-be words turn into moans as the orgasm that was threatening to erupt takes over. I actually see the moment she breaks as her mouth opens and she tries to take deep breaths.

Ms. Fat Tits suddenly throws her head back, looking as if she is trying to present her huge tits to the gods but is unable as they are too heavy. I continue to spray between her legs as her intense orgasm rolls over her. Being the good little toy, she stands in place, her body quivering as she takes the humiliating orgasm, caused by a water hose of all things.

About half a minute goes by as everyone watches her orgasm in this pathetic manner. They all watch and hear her moans get louder and louder as she cums freely. She then starts to thrust her hips out as if trying to fuck the harsh spray of water. It's such a sight that the group grows quiet and looks on in awe.

When she finally finishes cumming, she breathes hard, so hard that I wonder if she is about to pass out. Her body looks spent and tired, not to mention how her soul looks fatigued. Not that it matters. Uncaring of this, I spray the rest of her, including her face and hair. My smile lingers as I do this, knowing how sweaty she had gotten from what I made her do.

After grunting for her to turn around, I clean her backside. To be an even bigger asshole, I tell her to bend over, where I spray that pussy from behind, just to hear the familiar yelp sound she makes.

Once she is clean, for the most part, I toss the hose to the side. When I do, I hear the men softly talk to each other, wondering what I might do next. I even hear one of them remark that I've done so much so there can't be anything more to be done to my big-boobed victim.

I still feel like not enough has been done to her. No, that's a lie. I knowSHEfeels that it hasn't enough. I don't know how I know this, but I know it's true. She is the one still wanting more. She is the one wanting to be completely ruined, not me.

The dynamic between us has changed in a way. Before I was in charge, doing what I wanted to use and break her. But now it feels like she is really the one who is in charge. She is the one making me do these things to her, knowing I can't stop as I'm bound to her. Where I have to keep going, especially in front of this group or neither of us will ever feel fulfilled.