This story was written with AI, and then revised by a human. The story is fairly, though not purely, breast-centric. If you don’t like humiliation I would stay away, this isn’t a love story. Minor mentions of blood (I don’t like blood/gore so I only mentioned it to the extent realism demanded).
The hinges on Max's tool shed screamed rust. He kicked it shut. His knuckles were scabby from last week's fencing job.
Max muttered syllables that tasted like copper and ozone. The shed's dust motes froze mid-air. A pressure drop squeezed his eardrums. Then she stood there—utterly blue, utterly naked, and utterly furious. Kali's eyes burned hotter than acetylene torches. "Filthy worm," she spat, her voice cracking concrete dust from the rafters. Her breasts heaved with each ragged inhale, pendulous teardrops swaying against invisible restraints.
He gripped her left tit without preamble. His thumb ground into the magenta nipple until it stood taut as a rivet head. Kali hissed, straining against nothingness. Max squeezed harder, watching blue flesh blanch beneath his calluses. "Look at you," he chuckled, pinching both nipples now, twisting them rough enough to make her toes curl off the floorboards. "Big goddess tits trapped by a barbarian."
Saliva dotted Kali's chin as she thrashed. Her puffy blue labia glistened, clitoris pulsing purple like a fresh bruise. Max spat on her right breast. The glob slid slow down the curve. "Beg," he ordered, fingers digging into her areolae. Kali stayed silent, teeth bared. He slapped her tit—once, twice—the sound sharp as a nail gun. Blue skin flushed violet where he hit.
Max leaned close, breath hot on her neck. He kneaded her breasts like dough, thumbs circling nipples in cruel, slow rotations. She shuddered, sweat pooling in her collarbone hollows. He bit her earlobe. "Still quiet?" His palm smacked her other breast hard. Her nipple stiffened against his palm. Kali’s gasp was wet, involuntary.
He slapped her again—lower this time, beneath the swell. The impact reverberated through her core. Her breasts swung violently, pendulous weight crashing together. Flesh slapped flesh: wet, thick smacks echoing off tin walls. They bounced apart, swaying in discordant arcs before colliding again—blue globes shimmering under shed light. Max watched, mesmerized, as magenta nipples brushed each other mid-swing. They slapped together with such force her spine arched. Dust drifted onto slick skin.
Kali choked back a moan. Her thighs trembled, pussy lips parting visibly. Purple clit pulsed rhythmically against nothingness. Max traced a finger along her damp cleft. "Dripping already? Pathetic." He yanked her nipple downward sharply. When it snapped back, he slapped both tits simultaneously. They swung forward violently, smacking chin-high—nipples kissing violently before rebounding. The sway made them ripple like liquid metal.
His knuckles scraped her areola, drawing beads of cerulean fluid. Kali’s restraint slipped; a broken sob tore loose. He grinned. "Louder." Bringing both hands together, he struck her breasts like cymbals. They bounced outward wildly before slamming together—a wet percussion punctuating her cry. Their pendulous collision shook sweat droplets loose onto the dirt floor. Her nipples stood stiffly amidst trembling flesh.
Max shifted tactics. Fingers locking onto Kali’s chin, he forced her gaze downward. "Watch." His palm cracked upward against her left breast. It surged violently, smashing into her jawbone. Saliva sprayed against her skin. Before she recovered, his right hand hammered her right tit upward. Blue flesh slapped her cheekbone—sound like cracking walnuts. Her eyes watered instantly. Each impact left magenta nipples quivering centimeters from her mouth.
He alternated slaps, methodical. Left breast lifted—quick, sharp slap—jolted into her nose. Right breast followed—heavier blow—smacking her forehead. Her head snapped back each time. Tears mixed with sweat. Her tits pulsed with each collision, swaying erratically. Below, her clitoris throbbed purple against invisible air, her hips bucking involuntarily. Her moans grew ragged, choked.
Now both hands flew simultaneously. Double-palmed strikes launched her breasts skyward. They crashed against her face—once, twice—burying her features in azure flesh. She gasped without sound. Max watched her trembling lips brush her own nipple. Her eyes rolled back.
"Alright," Max growled, abruptly halting the barrage. He gripped her jawbone, forcing her head up. "Enough play time. I have a job to do." Kali glared, defiance burning through tears. "You know," he continued, thumb tracing her bruised nipple,"of all the whore goddesses crawling this dirtball, they say your tits..." He squeezed hard. "...are the most magical."
"How dare you!" Kali spat, saliva spattering his wrist. Her voice dripped divine venom. "Filthy ape hands won't unveil anything but your own stupidity."
Ignoring her, Max leaned closer. His breath fogged her slick skin. Calloused fingertips probed the underside of her left breast, lifting its heavy curve. He inspected the pale blue stretch marks fanning from the areola. His thumb scraped over the distended magenta nipple, testing its velvet-rough texture. He pinched hard—watching the flesh blanch white under pressure before flooding violet. "Magic?" he murmured, pressing his ear against her sternum, listening to her frantic heartbeat thud against the soft underside.
His other hand slid beneath her right breast. Fingers dug into the dense tissue at its root, kneading ruthlessly upward. Sweat-slicked flesh slid against his palm. He watched the nipple peak impossibly tight before releasing it abruptly. The breast dropped, swinging violently. Kali hissed as the sudden motion tugged sharply at unseen restraints. Max grinned, tracing a slow circle around the puckered areola with his nail. "Let's find out where the real power hides." His forefinger tapped the swollen purple tip. "Right here?"
She flinched. His thumbs met beneath her breasts’ pendulous weight simultaneously. Calloused palms cradled the soft lower curves. He bounced them experimentally—once, twice—feeling the heavy drag against his grip. Each upward jolt made her torso sway, azure teardrops crashing against each other mid-air before falling apart. Their rhythmic collisions left faint violet marks blooming across the soft skin. "Heavier than they look," Max muttered, pressing upward until the flesh squeezed against her chin. He held them suspended there—two blue moons eclipsing Kali's defiant glare—before releasing abruptly. They crashed downward, swaying wildly.
Leaning in, Max’s nose brushed her trembling left nipple. His breath misted across its magenta surface. Veins pulsed beneath blue skin—thin purple tributaries branching outward beneath his scrutiny. Sweat pooled in the shallow valley between her breasts, tracing shimmering paths along those web-like lines. He inhaled deeply; ozone and iron mixed with musk. "Smells like blue whore magic," he breathed against her flesh. His tongue flicked out—once—trailing wet heat across a distended vein. Kali arched violently against invisible bonds, a choked gasp escaping her quivering lips.
His gaze shifted lower. He studied the intricate map of her skin—purple capillaries spiderwebbing across azure mounds, converging toward the stiffened nipples. Tiny droplets of sweat beaded along the paths. Max pressed a thumb hard into a prominent vein snaking beneath her areola, watching it bulge purple against his pressure. Kali trembled. He pinched the vein sharply between thumb and forefinger. Her cry shattered the shed’s stillness as the trapped blood pulsed visibly beneath his grip. He held it, twisting slightly, as her nipple spasmed inches from his face.
Max leaned back, releasing the pinched vein. He looked Kali dead in the eye, a slow smirk spreading. "Congratulations, your tits have passed the tests so far." His voice rasped like sandpaper. Kali spat a glob of saliva that landed wetly on his boot. "Rot in mortal filth! Release me!" Her voice cracked, dripping with divine contempt. "These are not for your ape hands!" Her nostrils flared. Before she could scream another insult, Max’s hands clamped down like hydraulic presses. His calloused fingers sank deep into the yielding blue flesh at the roots of her breasts. He squeezed. Hard. Bone-creaking hard. Kali’s spine arched impossibly backward, a strangled gasp ripping from her throat.
He didn't stop squeezing. Her cerulean flesh blanched ghostly white beneath the bruising pressure. Max growled low as he abruptly hauled her forward by her breasts alone, lifting her entire weight off the floorboards. He shook her violently—her head snapping, hips jerking—like a predator testing its prey. Blue feet kicked helplessly in the dusty air. Her pendulous teardrops stretched taut, flesh trembling under savage tension. Through his crushing grip, Max felt it: the frantic, trapped thumping of her pulse deep within the bruised tissue. Ba-bump. Ba-bump. Ba-bump—a frantic drumbeat hammering against his fingertips, so deeply were they embedded in that azure tit-flesh. Kali’s choked whimpers filled the shed. Sweat slicked his fingers.
He maintained the brutal compression, fingers sunk to the knuckle. Her breasts felt like overripe fruit ready to burst. He jerked her sharply to the right, then savagely to the left, tendons straining in his forearms. Kali’s dangling body swung wildly. He felt the hot, trembling vibration of her terrified heartbeat trapped inside the squeezed mounds. It pulsed against his skin in urgent, rapid waves—thumpthumpthumpthump—matching the desperate flutter of her exposed purple clitoris. Her breath came in ragged, wet sobs. Max merely watched the violent tremor travel through her suspended form. Dust motes danced in the lamplight above her sweat-sheened shoulders.
Abruptly, he released his grip. Kali crashed to the dirt floorboards in a heap of shuddering blue limbs. He stepped back, eyeing his handiwork. Deep, bruised violet handprints bloomed across the pristine cerulean curves of her breasts—five distinct fingers and a palm mark starkly discolouring each magnificent mound. Kali struggled to push herself up onto her elbows, gasping. Her horrified gaze locked onto the discoloured imprints marring her divine flesh. The violet marks pulsed visibly, angry against the blue. Max traced the outline of one handprint with a dirt-caked fingernail. "Okay," he grunted, a predatory satisfaction in his tone, "these will do."
Kali’s head snapped up, fury blazing through the tears. "Your filthy hands defile perfection!" she spat. Her magenta nipples stood rigid against the bruised skin. "These are sacred vessels holding cosmic fire, not playthings for a mongrel cur!" Pride stiffened her spine despite the tremors shaking her frame. Her pussy lips glistened, clitoris throbbing purple beneath the defiant posture.
Before she could spew further insults, Max’s calloused hand shot out. His thumb and forefinger seized her right nipple—the magenta bud already taut and swollen—pinching it hard enough to elicit a sharp cry. He didn’t pause. Using the pinched nipple like a handle, he dragged her stumbling across the gritty floor towards the heavy, grease-stained workbench. Kali scrambled to keep up with her nipple, scrabbling bare blue feet against the wood, curses choked off by pain as her nipple stretched unnaturally. He hauled her the final few feet. Without ceremony, he grabbed her sweat-slicked right breast by its bruised lower curve and shoved the pendulous blue orb firmly down onto the cold, open jaws of a massive cast-iron bench vice mounted on the table’s edge. The metal felt like ice against her overheated flesh. He spun the vice handle rapidly. The jaws slammed shut vertically with brutal, shuddering force, flattening the captured quadrant of her tit into an unnatural, vertical slab of compressed flesh. The immense pressure squeezed tears from Kali’s eyes. The portion of her breast trapped between the jaws became rigidly vertical and completely flat, while the flesh bulging above and below the vice swelled obscenely outward—a deformed sphere of taut blue skin straining against its confines. Max leaned close, prodding the bulging mound protruding from the vice with a blunt fingertip. The flesh refused to yield; it felt dense as stone, stretched to impossible tightness beneath his touch. His finger bounced off the unyielding surface without sinking a millimeter. Kali whimpered high in her throat.
Ignoring her distress, Max snatched a long, heavy-duty steel needle—its tip honed to a wickedly sharp point—from a nearby tackle box. Without hesitation, he positioned the needle horizontally against the flesh bulging from the vice’s jaws, aiming not for the proud magenta nipple itself, but between the nipple and the ribcage, about an inch closer to the base of the breast from the nipple. Kali’s eyes widened in horrified understanding. He pressed the needle tip deep into the strained blue skin. It resisted for a moment, dimpling under the pressure, then pierced through with a sharp, wet *pop*. The needle slid smoothly through the compressed flesh, emerging cleanly from the other side. Kali screamed—a ragged, tearing sound—as the thick steel shaft buried itself within her tit. He slid a thick steel O-ring onto the protruding end of the needle before drawing it fully through her breast. Blood—golden and sluggish at first—bubbled around the fresh wound, tracing viscous paths down the frozen bulge of her trapped flesh. Max grunted in approval, observing the steel hoop gleaming obscenely against her bruised cerulean skin. Kali’s breath came in frantic, shallow gasps; the ring anchored deep in her tit felt like barbed ice, a profane intrusion radiating agony with every throb of her heart.
Max reached for the vice handle again. He spun it counter-clockwise swiftly. The jaws groaned open, releasing the brutal pressure instantly. Kali sagged, a choked sob escaping her as the immense compression vanished. The flesh that had been flattened snapped back into its natural teardrop shape with shocking speed. Blood surged violently back into the released quadrant—the sudden influx causing her skin to flush from bruised violet back to a fevered, pulsating cerulean. The swinging motion tore at the fresh piercing; Kali cried out sharply, the steel ring jerking painfully against the bleeding hole. Before she could recover her balance or the sensation settled, Max’s hand shot forward. His fingers closed around the cold steel ring embedded deep within her tit. He gripped it tightly, the metal biting into his fingers. Kali gasped. In one swift, brutal motion, Max hauled upward. The ring pulled savagely against the raw wound, ripping a sharp cry from Kali’s lips as he lifted her bodily by the deep piercing. Her blue feet kicked wildly for purchase, toes scraping the dusty floorboards, her entire weight suspended solely by the agonizing anchor in her breast tissue. Her pendulous left breast swung violently beneath her, bouncing wildly, while the pierced right one strained against the tugging ring. Tears streamed freely down her face. Max held her suspended effortlessly, observing the load bearing capacity of the tit ring.
He maintained the brutal suspension for several agonizing heartbeats, Kali dangling like obscene fruit. Her hips jerked involuntarily, puffy blue labia quivering wide open as her purple clitoris pulsed furiously against the open air. Max watched the desperate flutter beneath her trembling thighs with detached interest. Slowly, deliberately, he lowered her until her toes barely brushed the dirt floor. The tension eased fractionally from the deep piercing, though the ring still bit fiercely into swollen flesh. Kali slumped forward slightly, panting raggedly, one hand instinctively moving towards the agony in her breast. Max’s free hand slapped hers away sharply. "Leave it," he commanded, his voice flat. His gaze locked onto her tear-streaked face. He gave the cold steel ring a sharp, deliberate twist. Kali gasped, her body arching. The ring ground against the raw edges of the fresh wound, sending waves of pain through her body. Max held the twisted position. Kali’s breaths became shallow, ragged puffs. A low, involuntary moan escaped her trembling lips. Max noted how her thighs trembled incessantly now, how her clitoris pulsed almost frantically. He gave the ring another slow, painful revolution. Kali shuddered violently, her eyes rolling back slightly before snapping forward, burning with humiliation and arousal. Max smiled thinly, his grip tightening further on the steel. He twisted it one more time. Her sharp inhale ended in a wet, choked groan. He released the ring and watched the perky boob rapidly unwind itself and bounce around tantalizingly.
Max once more grabbed the ring embedded deep in her right breast, and dragged Kali forward again. Her bare blue feet stumbled against the uneven floorboards. She hissed as the piercing jerked against tender flesh with every step. He hauled her towards the heavy cast-iron bench vice still mounted on the workbench, its jaws now gaping open. Reaching out with his free hand, Max seized her other breast—the pristine, unmarked left one. His calloused fingers closed brutally around the soft blue mound, digging hard into the yielding flesh as he lifted it forcefully. Kali cried out, her body twisting futilely against the dual anchors. Max ignored her struggle. He shoved the pendulous left orb firmly down onto the cold, open jaws of the vice, positioning its soft underside squarely against the chill metal. The flesh yielded against the hard surface. He spun the vice handle rapidly clockwise. The heavy jaws slammed shut vertically with brutal force, flattening the captured quadrant of her tit instantly. Kali screamed—a raw, ragged sound torn from deep within her chest. The immense pressure squeezed tears anew from her eyes. The portion of her left breast trapped between the jaws became rigidly vertical and completely flat, compressed like dense rubber beneath tons of pressure. Simultaneously, the flesh bulging *above* the vice swelled obscenely upwards, while the flesh bulging *below* surged downwards—a grotesquely deformed sphere of taut blue skin stretched impossibly tight against its confinement. The flesh bulging outwards from the vice made a nipple-topped onion dome pointing away from Kali. Max leaned close, inspecting his handiwork. The skin above the vice gleamed under the shed light, veins strained purple against the cerulean backdrop, the nipple distended to a hard magenta spike.
Max kept one hand clamped firmly on the steel ring still lodged deep in her right breast, maintaining a painful anchor. With his other hand, he snatched another long, heavy-duty steel needle from the nearby tackle box. Its honed point glinted wickedly. He didn't hesitate. He positioned the needle horizontally against the immense bulge of flesh protruding from the vice's jaws on her left breast—not aiming for the nipple, but directly into the dense tissue straining against its vertical confinement. The needle tip dimpled the impossibly taut blue skin. Max applied steady pressure. The skin resisted momentarily, stretched drum-tight, then yielded with a distinct wet *pop*. The thick needle slid smoothly through the compressed flesh, emerging cleanly from the opposing side. Kali jerked violently, a wet gurgle escaping her throat as the steel shaft buried itself within her tit. Blood, golden and viscous, welled sluggishly around both entry points. Max slid another thick steel O-ring onto the protruding end before drawing the needle fully through the pierced flesh. The ring settled snugly against the bruised skin, gleaming obscenely against the cerulean backdrop, mirroring the piercing in her right breast. Kali hung suspended between the agony of the ring anchoring her right breast and the brutal compression of the vice clamping her left, her breaths shallow, frantic whistles. Her entire torso trembled violently. Sweat slicked her blue skin, mingling with tears and blood.
Max released his grip on the steel ring in her right breast. Kali sagged fractionally, but remained pinned by the vice crushing her left tit. His gaze shifted critically to the grotesque bulge protruding from the vice jaws on her left breast. The flesh bulged forwards, vice followed by piercing followed by nipple, skin stretched impossibly taut, veins pulsing purple beneath the cerulean surface like trapped snakes. Max pressed his index finger hard against the swollen mound. The taut flesh refused to yield. His finger bounced off without sinking even a millimeter; it felt unyielding, dense as packed stone beneath his blunt fingertip. He tapped it—a sharp staccato rhythm. The impact vibrated dully through the compressed tissue, like knocking on thick leather stretched over concrete. Kali whimpered, a high-pitched sound muffled by her clenched teeth. Max traced the outline of the steel ring embedded in the bulging flesh between the vice and the areola, his nail scraping lightly over the sensitive entry point. A drop of sweat formed on the distended flesh. He watched it trace a trembling path down the frozen dome of her trapped breast. Satisfied with the impossible tension, Max nodded curtly. His hand moved towards the vice handle, fingers wrapping around the cold metal lever. Kali’s eyes widened, fixed on the handle, anticipating the release—or worse, another turn. Max paused, his thumb rubbing idly over the ridged metal.
He spun the vice handle counter-clockwise. The heavy jaws groaned, grinding open swiftly. The immense, unnatural pressure vanished instantly. Kali gasped, a choked sob escaping her as the vertical slab of compressed breast flesh snapped violently back into its natural teardrop shape. The sudden release was shockingly fast. Blood surged violently back into the released quadrant—a visible flood rushing beneath blue skin—flushing the bruised cerulean flesh from sickly violet back to feverish, pulsating azure. The skin rippled visibly as circulation returned. Kali shuddered, her entire body trembling as sensation flooded back into the numb flesh. Before she could draw another breath, Max’s hand shot forward. His calloused fingers seized the steel ring embedded deep in her freshly released *left* breast—the pierced flesh still swollen and tender where the metal hoop penetrated it. Kali cried out sharply. In one brutal motion, Max hauled upward. The ring pulled savagely against the abused tit, stretching it as he lifted her bodily by the deep piercing. Kali’s blue feet scraped frantically at the dirt floorboards, toes seeking purchase. Her entire weight hung suspended solely by the agonizing anchor in her left breast tissue, the ring biting mercilessly into swollen flesh. Her pendulous right breast swung wildly beneath her, the freshly pierced left one pulled taut by his grip. Sweat dripped freely from her chin, mixing with tears onto the filthy floor.
Max strode forward, dragging Kali across the shed. Her bare blue feet stumbled helplessly, toes dragging gouges in the dust. Each jarring step tore fresh whimpers from her throat as the ring jerked cruelly against her wounded tit. He hauled her towards the opposite wall where thick hemp ropes hung beside a heavy iron pulley bolted firmly into an overhead beam. A sturdy steel hook dangled from the pulley’s lower block, gleaming dully in the lamplight. Reaching the pulley, Max gripped Kali’s jaw, forcing her head upwards. "See that?" he rasped, nodding towards the hook inches from her face. Her eyes, wide with dawning horror, fixed on its sharp, downward curve. Before she could react, Max grabbed the second steel ring embedded deep in her *right* breast. His fingers closed hard around the cold metal, twisting it sharply against the raw wound. Kali screamed, her body arching violently. With brutal efficiency, Max hooked both steel rings—embedded deep in each of Kali’s breasts—onto the heavy steel hook dangling from the pulley block. The rings slid snugly onto the hook’s curve with a chilling metallic click. He released her instantly. Kali remained suspended solely by the twin anchors piercing her breasts, her blue body dangling freely in the air. Her feet kicked weakly, finding nothing beneath them but empty space.
Max seized the rough hemp rope descending from the pulley block. With powerful, deliberate pulls, he hauled downward. The pulley groaned overhead. The steel hook ascended jerkily, lifting Kali higher by the rings piercing her breasts. Her blue body rose steadily, legs flailing uselessly. Max hauled steadily, muscles straining, until Kali hung suspended at eye level—that is, her hungry slit was at eye level. The pulley ropes creaked under her weight. Her breasts, once pendulous teardrops hanging enticingly against her chest, were now pulled brutally upward and outward by the rings hooked deep within their tissue. The flesh stretched taut, skin pulled drum-tight across azure mounds. Veins stood out starkly—thick purple ropes branching beneath the strained cerulean surface. Her nipples pointed rigidly skyward, magenta peaks quivering centimeters from her face. Directly below, her pussy floated perfectly level with Max’s gaze. Her thighs trembled violently, forced open slightly by the suspension. Blue labia, swollen and glistening with a sheen of sweat and arousal, parted visibly around her pulsating purple clitoris. It throbbed visibly against the humid air, exposed and utterly vulnerable. Max exhaled slowly, the sound rough in the stillness. His gaze traveled upward, tracing the stretched blue flesh of her breasts, pausing at the twin steel rings gleaming obscenely beneath her straining nipples, before finally locking onto Kali’s tear-streaked face hovering inches away. Her breath hitched, ragged and wet. He remained silent, observing.
Kali fought to control her head, straining against the agony radiating from the hooks in her breasts. Her gaze traveled downward, past the unnaturally stretched azure flesh of her own breasts—the skin pulled tight and shiny by her own bodyweight—past the deep violet bruises marring her divine curves, past the steel rings biting savagely into swollen tissue. She finally locked eyes with Max. He wasn’t looking at her face. His stare was fixed with laser focus directly between her trembling blue thighs, fixated on the glistening purple knot of her exposed clitoris and the puffy blue folds framing it. Pure humiliation washed over her, hotter than the pain. Her clit pulsed visibly under his scrutiny, betraying her body’s response despite her hatred. She gasped, the sound choked. Max slowly withdrew a rigid, eighteen-inch steel ruler from his back pocket. The metal flashed dully under the shed light. Kali’s eyes widened, understanding dawning. She instinctively tried to clamp her thighs together, a futile twitch against the suspension. Max didn’t hesitate. He pressed the cold tip of the ruler firmly against her slick labial cleft. The icy metal burned against her fevered flesh. With relentless pressure, he pushed the ruler inward, forcing it between her swollen blue lips. Kali cried out sharply—a ragged sound—as the cold steel slid deeper, violating her. Max pushed steadily, ignoring her frantic twisting. The ruler penetrated relentlessly into her tight passage, inch by inch scraping against sensitive walls. Her inner muscles clenched involuntarily around the invading metal. Max watched the ruler’s markings disappear inside her body. Finally, with a muffled scraping sound deep within her pelvis, the ruler met solid resistance. Her cervix. Max leaned in slightly, studying the ruler’s protruding end. His lips moved silently, counting the visible inches. Kali trembled violently, suspended and violated, tears streaming freely down her bruised cheeks. Her clitoris pulsed furiously purple against the open air, inches from the ruler’s shaft.
Max muttered under his breath, his voice a low rasp barely audible over Kali’s ragged breathing. "Ten point five… shorter than I figured." He tapped the exposed ruler shaft lightly where it emerged from her blue folds. The vibration resonated deep inside Kali’s core, eliciting another sharp gasp. He frowned slightly, his gaze fixed on the ruler buried deep inside her. The numbers gleamed dully. He twisted the ruler abruptly. Metal scraped against internal flesh, grinding against her cervix. Kali screamed, a raw, tearing sound that echoed off the shed walls, her hips jerking uncontrollably against the suspension. Her breasts strained impossibly against the hooks, blue flesh strained around the steel rings. Sweat gave her entire body an azure gleam. Max grunted, seemingly satisfied. He abruptly yanked the ruler free. Kali shuddered violently as the cold metal slid out of her with a slick, sucking sound. Her pussy remained gaping slightly, slick blue folds trembling. Max flicked droplets of Kali’s fluid off the ruler’s tip before shoving it back into his pocket. He didn’t glance at her face. Turning sharply, his hand shot upwards and seized the heavy lever controlling the pulley’s brake-release mechanism. He paused for a fraction of a second, his eyes fixed on Kali’s suspended form—on the taut ropes, the stretched breasts, the vulnerable pussy floating before him. Then, with brutal finality, he slammed the lever down. The brake disengaged instantly. The pulley block screamed. The hemp rope above whipped violently upwards. The steel hook dropped like a stone.
Kali plummeted. There was no resistance, no slow descent. Gravity seized her instantly. Her suspended blue body crashed downward with bone-jarring force. The sudden drop slammed her onto the hard-packed dirt floor. Her knees buckled violently, jarring her spine. Her buttocks slapped wetly against the dusty earth. Her torso whiplashed forward. The violent impact jolted the steel rings still embedded deep within her breasts—they tore savagely against the sensitive blue mounds. Twin agonizing lances shot through her chest as flesh strained and bounced. Kali’s scream died abruptly, choked off by the brutal landing. She crumpled forward onto her hands and knees, gasping soundlessly, her entire frame shuddering. Fresh tears dripped steadily onto the dirt between her trembling blue arms. Her head hung low, sweat-drenched blue hair shielding her face. Her pussy throbbed, bruised and exposed, inches above the filthy floorboards. Max stood motionless nearby, watching her struggle for breath amidst the dust motes dancing in the lamplight.
"Now," Max growled, his voice thick with contempt. He nudged Kali's hip with the toe of his boot. "For what I was hired to do… get on your hands and knees." The command brooked no refusal. Kali flinched at his touch. Defiance flickered weakly through the haze of pain and humiliation. Her shoulders tensed. But her body obeyed, driven by exhaustion and ingrained submission from the relentless torment. She struggled, shifting her trembling blue limbs. Painfully, deliberately, she pushed herself onto her hands and knees. Her back arched downward, presenting her bruised and trembling blue form in a perfect doggy position. Her perky, tear-drop shaped blue breasts hung pendulously beneath her, swinging heavily with each ragged breath. The twin magenta nipples pointed rigidly towards the dirty floorboards. The steel rings embedded deep in each breast gleamed dully, reflecting the lamplight like perverse ornaments. Below, her puffy blue labia parted visibly, slick and swollen, framing her pulsating purple clitoris. Her vulva glistened lewdly, utterly exposed, thrust into the air by her whorish pose, dripping a mixture of sweat and blue arousal onto the dusty earth. Max grunted, a sound of dark approval.
Max turned sharply. He strode across the small shed towards a large, tightly woven wicker basket tucked in the far corner, partially obscured by shadows. He kicked aside a scattering of greasy tools. Gripping the heavy lid, he lifted it smoothly. Three snakes emerged instantly—silent, sinuous shapes gliding onto the dirt floor. Two were cobras, thick-bodied and hooded, their scaled skin shimmering obsidian under the lamp. Venomous intelligence burned in their dark eyes. The third was impossibly long and unnervingly thin—a spectral whip-like serpent, its scales pale ivory. All three tasted the air with flickering forked tongues, orienting themselves towards Kali’s trembling blue heat radiating from the center of the shed. Max watched, arms folded. "See," he rasped, his voice devoid of emotion, "my clients have very special pets." He nodded towards Kali’s exposed form. "Who require very special feed." The cobras flowed forward, tongues flickering eagerly. They slithered directly towards Kali’s hanging breasts. The larger cobra reached her first. It flowed up her quivering right tit, its cool scales rasping against the dirt. Kali froze, eyes wide with primal terror. The cobra paused beneath her pendulous right breast. Its hood flared silently, a magnificent dark halo. Its triangular head lifted slowly, locking onto her soft magenta nipple. Its forked tongue flicked out rapidly and repeatedly, tasting the salty sweat and divine musk coating her nipple. The delicate touch hardened it instantly. Kali whimpered, a high-pitched sound. The cobra coiled its thick body tighter. Then, without warning, it struck. Fangs sank deep into the yielding blue flesh directly around her nipple. Kali screamed—a ragged, wailing sound. The cobra held fast, powerful jaws working rhythmically. Her blue breast visibly pulsed as the snake drank deeply, drawing out shimmering streams of divine milk. The rich, opalescent liquid spilled over its jaws, dripping onto the ground. The second cobra slithered towards her left breast. Kali shuddered violently, pinned by agony and horror.
The obsidian cobra reached Kali’s pendulous left tit. Her exquisite blue skin gleamed slickly, the steel ring embedded deep in its bruised flesh shining coldly above the welcoming, downward-pointing nipple. Sweat dripped steadily from her trembling nipple onto the cobra’s scaled hood. Its tongue flicked rapidly across her soft magenta bud, tasting the divine saltiness. Kali gasped sharply, arching her spine instinctively as the tiny, rapid flicks hardened her nipple impossibly tight. The cobra raised its head higher, hood fully expanded, studying the quivering peak intently. Its forked tongue traced lazy circles around the puckered magenta areola, leaving cold trails on her fevered blue skin. Kali whimpered, her body trembling uncontrollably as pleasure and terror warred within her. The snake paused, its dark eyes locked onto her nipple. Then, it coiled swiftly, thick muscles bunching. A flash of movement—fangs sank deep into the soft curves of her trembling breast, its swollen nipple disappearing in the serpent’s mouth. Kali screamed again, raw and desperate. The cobra began to drink, powerful muscles contracting rhythmically. Ribbons of shimmering, luminescent divine milk flowed freely from the nipple into the hungry animal’s gullet, the excess running in thick rivulets from the cobra’s mouth and pooling onto the dusty floor beneath her suspended form. Her breast visibly trembled with each powerful suck.
The twin cobras drank deeply, rhythmically pulsing against Kali’s stretched flesh. Her pendulous breasts shuddered violently with each powerful suckle, the beautiful blue skin rippling dramatically like jostled blue water balloons. The milk flowed with such force that luminous streams escaped the corners of the snakes' clamped jaws, dribbling onto the dust on the floor. Her nipples stood rigidly erect, straining inside the serpents’ mouths. Each rhythmic pull sent waves of agonizing fullness followed by sharp, almost electric release radiating from her pierced breasts outward. She gasped, her hips jerking involuntarily as a fresh torrent of arousal dripped from her exposed pussy onto the dirt below. Her purple clitoris throbbed furiously against the humid air, untouched yet betraying her body's traitorous response. Tears streamed freely down her cheeks. She could feel the divine essence—her sacred power—being siphoned out violently, leaving her trembling and hollowed yet somehow unbearably aroused. The snakes drank relentlessly, their bodies swelling visibly with the stolen milk. Kali moaned, low and involuntary, her head hanging low as her divine strength ebbed.
The pale ivory snake flowed silently toward Kali’s exposed pussy. Its spectral length slithered between her trembling blue thighs, scales cool against her heated inner skin. It paused inches from her glistening purple clitoris, tasting the humid air thick with her musk. Its tongue flicked rapidly, delicately brushing the swollen purple knot. Kali froze, a choked gasp escaping her. The touch sent a jolt of electric sensation up her spine. Her hips jerked instinctively, pressing forward slightly into the ghostly contact. The snake coiled silently, its thin length looping beneath her dripping slit. Its cold, narrow head lifted, positioning itself directly before her pulsing clitoris. It paused, studying the trembling purple bud. Kali’s breaths came in frantic, shallow pants. She squeezed her eyes shut, bracing herself.
The snake struck with blurring speed. Fangs like needles sank deep into the very tip of her clitoris. Kali screamed—a raw, tearing sound that echoed off the shed walls. Her entire body arched violently, suspended breasts jerking the feeding cobras as agony ripped through her core. Her thighs trembled uncontrollably, blue labia fluttering pulsing around the embedded serpent. It held firm, its thin body undulating rhythmically against her vulva as venom flooded her hypersensitive nerve cluster. The pain was blinding, white-hot—but beneath it surged a terrifying wave of betrayal, her own divine body responding with a fresh gush of slick arousal that coated the snake’s pale scales. Kali gasped, choking on sensation, her hips jerking futilely against the relentless pressure.
Abruptly, the ivory snake detached. Kali sagged forward, shuddering, sweat dripping from her chin onto the dirt below. Her clitoris throbbed purple and swollen, glistening with venom and her own slickness. The snake tasted the air again, its tongue flickering inches from her gaping blue entrance. Without hesitation, it pressed its narrow, wedge-shaped head firmly against her slick folds. Cool scales slid smoothly against her sensitive flesh. Kali whimpered, trying instinctively to clench shut, but her abused muscles offered no resistance. The snake pushed deeper, inch after inch of ghostly pale length vanishing into her tight passage. Its scales rasped against her inner walls, until she felt a cold intrusion scraping against her cervix. Kali’s breaths hitched, ragged and shallow. It pressed relentlessly against the firm barrier. She felt the pressure mount—an impossible fullness—before, with a sickening wet *pop*, her cervix yielded. The snake’s head penetrated into her sacred womb.
Kali froze, a strangled groan escaping her lips. Sensation screamed inward—the cool, alien presence deep within her core, violating the most sacrosanct chamber of her divinity. Her uterus contracted spasmodically around the intruder. The snake ignored the frantic ripples. It slithered deeper into her womb cavity, coiling briefly in the dark warmth before orienting itself. Its scales rasped against the delicate lining as it navigated through her right fallopian tube—a tight, muscular tunnel stretched impossibly thin by its passage. Kali whimpered with each inch gained, every microscopic movement sending tremors through her entire suspended frame. Finally, its blunt snout pressed against the soft curve of her right ovary. Its forked tongue flicked rapidly against the organ—tasting divine essence, inspecting the plump follicles ripe with potential. Kali shuddered violently, feeling the chilling touch deep within her pelvis.
The snake paused for a heartbeat. Then it struck. Razor-sharp fangs sank deep into the tender ovarian tissue. Kali’s scream was silent this time, her mouth agape in a rictus of agony and disbelief. Her hips bucked wildly, suspended breasts swinging violently beneath her. The obsidian cobras suckling her teats clung tighter, their heavy bodies swaying pendulously with each frantic motion. The ivory snake began to suck. Deep, rhythmic pulls drew holy microscopic eggs and luminous divine fluid from Kali’s punctured ovary, its spectral body swelling visibly as it drained her sacred potential. Waves of excruciating emptiness radiated outward, mingling with the venomous fire still throbbing in her clitoris. Tears streamed down Kali’s face as her divine essence—her very capacity for creation—was siphoned away, replaced by a hollow, violated ache deep within her core. Her pussy dripped hot fluids onto the dirt beneath her trembling knees. Max watched, arms folded, a grim smile playing on his lips.
Suddenly, the serpent began to pull the rest of itself into her warm core, coiling its swollen ivory length tightly within her womb cavity, looping around itself in tight spirals. Kali gasped as the cool scales rasped against her uterine lining, each turn stretching the internal space unbearably taut. The snake moved relentlessly, pulling more of its spectral body inward from where it dangled outside her vulva. Once her uterus filled up, it began coiling the new length in her vagina. Inch by inch, its tail vanished into her puffy blue folds until only a short length remained—a pale tendril protruding obscenely from her gaping entrance. Her lower belly bulged unnaturally, pressed outward by the serpent’s coils, the skin stretched shiny and tight over writhing pale shapes beneath. Kali whimpered, her thighs trembling uncontrollably. The cobras continued to suckle rhythmically, their hooded heads buried into her pendulous breasts.
"Stand up," Max commanded sharply, his voice cutting through Kali's ragged gasps. His boot nudged her hipbone none too gently. Kali flinched violently. Pure defiance ignited in her tear-blurred eyes—a fleeting spark swiftly drowned by exhaustion and agony. Her trembling blue arms shook as she pushed upward against the filthy floorboards. Slowly, painfully, she rose onto wobbling knees, her body protesting every inch of ascent. She paused there, crouched on all fours, muscles quivering under the strain. With a final agonized heave, she forced herself fully upright. Her legs trembled violently beneath her, threatening to buckle. She swayed unsteadily, blue feet planted wide in the dust for balance. Her perky breasts hung heavily, bruised teardrops swinging pendulously against her heaving chest. The twin obsidian cobras clung relentlessly to the peaks of each breast, their thick bodies pulsing rhythmically as they drank deeply. Streams of shimmering divine milk escaped their clamped jaws, trickling down the impeccable curves of those blue breasts, to Kali's abdomen, and down her sweat-slicked thighs. Below, the spectral ivory snake retreated from her ravaged right ovary, its slender length rasping against her violated right fallopian tube and uterine lining as it slithered across her womb cavity.
The ivory serpent coiled tightly within Kali’s distended womb before abruptly unspooling. Its narrow head scraped along the tender inner wall, navigating deliberately toward her left fallopian tube. Kali gasped sharply as its snout pressed firmly against the muscular opening. The tube stretched taut around the probing invader, flesh protesting as it widened unnaturally. With a chilling, sinuous glide, the snake plunged its entire length into the tight tunnel. Kali arched her spine involuntarily, a choked sob escaping her lips. The invasive friction scraped raw nerve endings deep inside her pelvis—a cold, relentless violation amplifying the venomous fire still blazing in her clitoris. The serpent slithered onward until its blunt snout nudged firmly against her left ovary. Its tongue flickered rapidly over the plump, sacred organ—tasting divine potential. Kali shuddered violently, suspended breasts swinging wildly beneath the suckling cobras. Her thighs trembled uncontrollably. Without warning, the snake’s needle-sharp fangs sank deep into the tender ovarian tissue. Kali screamed silently, hips jerking against phantom restraints as blinding agony tore through her core. The serpent began to suck rhythmically, drawing holy gametes and radiant divine fluid into its spectral body. Each powerful pull siphoned her sacred essence, leaving a hollow ache radiating outward. Beneath this torment, the cobras intensified their suckling on her breasts—a counterpoint of deep rhythmic pressure that tugged mercilessly at her pierced boobs. Milk flowed freely now, mingling with tears and sweat on her bruised skin. Her body trembled under the triple assault—violated womb, drained ovaries, and desecrated breasts—each sensation amplifying her traitorous arousal. Her glistening purple clitoris pulsed furiously against the humid air.
Kali stood trembling, a grotesque spectacle of divine subjugation. Two obsidian cobras dangled and swung from her exquisite azure pendulous breasts, their hooded heads held firmly by fangs buried in her tits, her distended nipples sucked deep into their hungry mouths, their bodies swelling visibly with stolen milk. Her tear-drop breasts rippled violently with each forceful suckle, blue skin undulating from the flow of nutritious divine milk. Below, her lower belly bulged obscenely—a swollen dome stretched shiny and tight around the ivory serpent coiled densely within her womb and vagina. Thin ridges pressed visibly against the skin where its scaled body looped tightly beneath the surface. The snake’s tail dangled limply from between her puffy blue labia, slick with her fluids and venom—a pale, writhing tendril protruding obscenely from her gaping vulva. Her thighs shook violently. Her clitoris throbbed purple and swollen against the humid air, untouched yet hypersensitive. The conflicting sensations warred within her—the deep rhythmic pull on her pierced breasts, the cold grinding pressure inside her violated womb, and the sharp agony radiating from her ravaged left ovary. A fresh wave of slick arousal coated the ivory snake’s protruding tail, dripping steadily onto the dirt beneath her suspended form. Tears streamed down her cheeks, mingling with sweat and milk as her divine power bled away. Her breath hitched, ragged and wet.
Max watched impassively, arms folded across his chest. His cold gaze traced the dangling cobras, the pale snake tail protruding from her labia, the visible coils distorting her belly. A slow, cruel smirk twisted his lips. He took a deliberate step forward, closing the distance. Reaching out, he gripped Kali's chin roughly, forcing her tear-streaked face towards his own. Her eyes, wide with agony and humiliation, met his. Max leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear. "Enjoying yourself?" he rasped, his voice thick with contempt. "They want every drop. Every sacred egg." His other hand dropped lower, fingers brushing callously against the ivory snake's tail where it emerged from her slick folds. Kali flinched violently, a choked gasp escaping her. Max ignored her reaction, his thumb rubbing the slick appendage mockingly. "Hold still, goddess. Your suffering is… profitable." He released her chin abruptly, letting her head hang limply. Kali remained frozen, suspended between anguish and violated exhaustion, her body trembling under the triple drain.
Kali’s head hung low, her vision blurred by sweat and tears. She forced her gaze downward. Her magnificent blue breasts dominated her view—rocking violently with each powerful suckle the cobras inflicted. The snakes’ thick bodies swayed pendulously beneath her breasts, their rhythmic pulsing amplified by her own frantic heartbeat. Rivulets of shimmering milk escaped their clamped jaws, tracing glistening paths down her bruised azure skin before dripping steadily onto the filthy floorboards. She watched, mesmerized by the grotesque pendulums of her own desecration. Below her breasts, the smooth blue skin of her lower belly rippled unnaturally. Visible ridges formed and dissolved beneath her stretched skin—sinuous ridges that traced the ghostly pale coils of the serpent packed deep within her womb. Each shift, each minute twist of the snake’s body inside her, sent cold shivers through her violated core. The ivory tail protruding from her puffy blue labia twitched lazily against her inner thigh, slick with her arousal and venom. Kali shuddered, the cold touch amplifying the fiery throb in her clitoris.
Her gaze drifted, locking onto her swollen purple clitoris. It pulsed angrily against the humid air, untouched yet hypersensitive—a traitorous beacon of sensation amidst the agony. Just below it, the slender ivory snake's tail wagged obscenely from her gaping vulva, a pale intruder slick and dripping. Kali’s breath hitched raggedly. She focused inward, feeling the deep, rhythmic pull radiating from her breasts. Each suckle tugged violently at fangs embedded deep in her nipple bases, sending sharp jolts of pain and releasing torrents of milk she felt being forcibly pumped out. Her breasts felt heavy, hollowed, yet paradoxically engorged under the relentless demand. Simultaneously, a sharp, grinding agony flared deep within her pelvis—a focused, tearing pressure pinpointed on her pulsating left ovary. She could almost feel the individual divine ova—sacred potential—being siphoned away, ripped from their follicles by the serpent’s rhythmic suction. The sensation was excruciatingly intimate—a deep, violating emptiness spreading outward from her core. Her body trembled uncontrollably under the conflicting sensations.
Max’s gaze remained fixed on the swaying cobras embedded beneath Kali’s breasts. Their dark, muscular bodies undulated rhythmically with each powerful swallow, forcing her exquisite tear-drop shaped breasts into a violent, pendulous sway. The motion pulled brutally against the gorgeous perky mounds, stretching the bruised blue skin taut. Milk trickled freely from the snakes’ clamped jaws, pooling on the dusty floorboards with soft *plink* sounds. A slow, cruel grin spread across Max’s face. "They'll feed like this," he rasped, his voice low and thick with malice, "for a thousand years."
Max’s fingers closed abruptly around Kali’s right breast, fingers digging cruelly into the bruised flesh above the embedded cobra. He squeezed savagely. Kali gasped as agony shot through her pierced breast. jets of shimmering milk erupted violently into the snakes' mouths. Milky spray erupted from the cobra’s clamped jaws, splattering luminous droplets onto the dusty floorboards with audible splats. "Your holy tits," Max growled, his voice thick with disdain as he squeezed her other breast with equal brutality, forcing another gush of milk past the serpent’s teeth , "will make me a very rich man." He squeezed again, both together now, and harder, eliciting a choked cry. The two serpents greedily gulped the twin jet streams of divine milk.
His rough hands slid down Kali’s sweat-slicked abdomen, tracing the obscene bulge of Kali’s lower belly. The gleaming blue skin was stretched drum-tight, shifting visibly beneath his touch as the ivory serpent coiled and writhed deep within her womb and vagina. Max pressed his palm flat against the straining dome, feeling the sinuous ridges glide beneath his fingers. He rubbed deliberately, feeling the serpent writhe beneath his touch—a cold, alien movement deep inside her violated sanctum. Kali froze, her breath catching in a ragged sob. A low chuckle escaped him. He trailed his fingers lower, deliberately brushing the slick, ivory tail protruding obscenely from between her puffy blue labia. He wrapped his fingers around it, feeling its cool, damp texture. "Your sacred ova," he murmured, his thumb rubbing the slick appendage mockingly, "will make me rich as a god." Kali shuddered violently, a choked sob escaping her lips as her hips jerked instinctively against the violating touch.
Abruptly, Max shifted his grip. His thumb and forefinger seized Kali’s throbbing purple clitoris. He pinched it sharply, twisting cruelly. Blinding agony tore through her, a white-hot spike that eclipsed even the violation deep within her womb. Kali’s entire body arched violently, pendulous breasts jerking wildly and swinging the feeding snakes. A ragged scream tore from her throat, raw and desperate. Max leaned close, his lips brushing her ear. "Thank you," he hissed, venom thick in his voice, "you beautiful blue whore." He released her clit with a final, contemptuous flick. Kali collapsed forward, trembling uncontrollably, breaths coming in frantic gasps. Max stepped back slightly, his cold eyes surveying her entire trembling, violated form—the dangling and undulating cobras buried in her pendulous and swinging breasts, the ghostly tail protruding from her gaping blue vulva, the writhing coils distorting her belly, the throbbing purple clitoris. Tears streaming silently down her cerulean cheeks. Max turned and silently left. The snakes continued their relentless feeding.