“Your new owner has plans for you.”

Those were the first words her assailant had said to her, despite her numerous, albeit muffled attempts to ask what he wanted with her while he tied her up, why it was her apartment he’d broken into while she was out, why her he’d grabbed from behind while she was getting ready for a shower. Screams for help before he’d stuffed her panties in her mouth had gone unheard. Pleading for mercy from the strong stranger in her house had fallen on deaf ears. But now that Amanda was worn out from struggling, lying naked on her bed, her wrists taped behind her back, her ankles taped together, more of the sticky stuff plastered over her mouth, keeping her from spitting out her worn panties, he spoke.

He wasn’t even paying attention to her anymore, his back to her while he went through her closet and drawers, pulling things out seemingly at random and tossing them on the floor. She winced as her jewelry box hit the floor; rings, necklaces and earrings sent flying as the lid of the wooden box broke on impact. Not that there was much of any real value in her collection, but he didn’t even look. It wasn’t a robbery.

He stopped next to her window, raising one slat of her shades with a gloved finger and peering out, letting a sliver of orange sunset light into her bedroom. “We got some time to kill,” he said, letting the blinds fall back into place. He turned to her, and she could see his face for the first time. Under different circumstances, she might have found his neatly manicured beard and soft blue eyes handsome. Now he was just terrifying. “I’m sure we can still have some fun, without upsetting your new owner.” He put his finger to his lips. “I won’t tell if you won’t.”

Amanda shook her head, moaning into her gag.

He grabbed her feet, flipping her onto her back and pulling her legs towards the end of the bed. She tried to pull her legs back up, anything to cover her nakedness, to shield her vulnerable, exposed bits from this man, but his fingers dug painfully into her foot, easily holding her in place.

“I get why he picked you out,” he said, his eyes taking in her naked form. She watched his eyes track her bouncing boobs up and down as a wracking sob shook her helpless body. It was always her boobs. She’d scrimped and saved, tucking away money until she could finally afford the breast reduction surgery to free her from the heavy burden she bore every day. Her mom’s back problems had sparked the idea, and Amanda was even more well endowed than her buxom mother, but more than avoiding the damage to her spine, she was looking forward to the day when all eyes weren’t on her chest. The surgery was scheduled for next week, an early twenty third-birthday present. If only she’d gotten it sooner.

The man was undressing, letting go of her feet so he could undo his belt, letting his pants drop to his ankles. He was already hard, his eyes glued to her tits. She brought her knees up to try and cover herself, and this time he let her, flashing a smile down at her after he pulled his shirt over his head. “Your new owner wouldn’t be happy if I fucked these,” he said, slapping her exposed ass and pussy. “And you’re not trained well enough to not bite if I let you spit out those panties and stuff something bigger between those cocksucking lips of yours. But these,” he leaned forward, grabbing a big handful of her meaty breasts in each hand, shaking them. “I can fuck these all day, and your new owner ain’t gonna give a shit.”

Amanda kicked out with her legs, her feet connecting squarely in his shoulder. He seemed ready for his attack, stepping back with the force of her kick and wrapping his arm around her legs, shunting them off to the side as he stepped back in close and leaned over her. “Don’t be like that.” His tone was cold, his voice soft but menacing. “I have plenty of ways to hurt you that won’t leave a mark.”

Amanda gulped fighting back tears. She let her legs fall limp on the mattress when he let her go, conscious of every little jiggle and jostle of her boobs. The bed never stopped shaking under her, the second her heels stopped bouncing he was climbing up onto the bed, straddling her. He inched his way up her body on his knees, rubbing the shaft of his dick through the soft curls of her pubes. She stopped breathing for a second, sure he’d spread her thighs and force himself into her pussy, but after a brief pause he kept moving, inching his way up her lower body until the head of his dick was poking at the undersides of her fat tits.

“And to think, if I didn’t stop by, you were going to get rid of these udders.” He grabbed her nipples, squeezing them in his fists as he pulled upwards. She screamed into her gag. He knew! Only her mother and her closest friends knew she was getting the surgery. And her doctor. Someone had leaked her private medical information.

“Such a shame,” he continued, spreading her tits. She winced as he spit in her cleavage. “But it’s okay now. You can’t make those stupid, selfish decisions anymore.” His dick nestled perfectly between the twin peaks of her voluminous breasts, the head of his penis staring her right in the eyes as she looked down her body. And then he squashed her tits together, smashing his cock between the heavy masses of subcutaneous tissue. The head of his cock reappeared as he thrust forward, and then disappeared just as suddenly as he pulled back, slowly tit fucking her. To a one, every guy she had slept with had wanted to do this to her, the ones bold enough to ask and the ones who had asked with their eyes when they stared at her tits, all she had denied. But he didn’t ask, didn’t give her the option to say no.

She cried out into her gag as he pinched her nipples and smashed her boobs together. “It feels good, doesn’t it?” Amanda didn’t know if he was talking to her or himself, not that it mattered as he tit fucked her. In that one twisted act he’d reduced her to what she’d never wanted to be; just a pair of boobs. His penis slid in and out from between her jiggling jugs, viscous, white precum dripping from his urethra.

Amanda shut her eyes, but she could still hear him, his heavy, lusty breathing, could still feel him, his girth sliding up and down her chest, his hands on her nipples, and finally, the wet, sticky splatter as he came on her face. Her salty tears mixed with his spunk covering her beautiful features, dripping down onto her violated tits as he grabbed her by her hair and yanked her into a sitting position.

“Your new owner is gonna have one hell of a good time with you.” Those words drew a fresh shiver down her spine as her kidnapper’s rough hands wiped the jizz off her eyes. This brute was just a preview of what was to come, once he delivered her to the mysterious person who wanted to own her.

The intruder checked the window again. It was dark out, the last remnants of daylight having disappeared while he was having his way with her. “Alright, tits.” She winced as her ripped the tape off of her mouth.

“Please,” she managed when he pulled her underwear from between her lips. She had nothing to offer him that he couldn’t just take from her. Deep down she knew there wasn’t any amount of mercy in her captor, her cruel rapist who was wiping his cum off of her face and neck with her saliva drenched panties. “Please, just let me go!”

“No.” Her request was met with him forcefully stuffing her panties back into her mouth. She could taste his cum all over them. She fought the urge to spit them back out, fearing what would happen to her if she was so bold. He took the choice from her, bringing the duct tape to bear once more, this time wrapping it tightly all the way around her head. Amanda moaned pitifully as with each wrap he muffled her further, encasing the lower half of her face in the sticky, grey tape. “Remember,” he grabbed her chin, lifting her face to his, staring into her eyes. “Remember my face, when your new owner is playing with your fat tits. Know that I took you first.” He wound the tape around her face again, this time over her eyes, trapping her in darkness. He kept wrapping her face, until only her nose remained, her nostrils flaring with each terrified breath.

He didn’t stop there, manhandling her into an upright position before she once more felt the sticky tape on her bare flesh, this time around her soft belly. He wrapped it around her, pinning her bound arms tightly to her back, making struggling or freeing herself even more of a ridiculous notion. Amanda whined into her gag as she felt him lift her heavy boobs, his fingers digging unnecessarily hard into her tender flesh as he moved her tits out of the way to wind the tape above and below her breasts. He roughly pushed her back down on the mattress and lifted her legs into the air, forcing a muffled squeal of pain from his captive as he slapped her ass.

“You’re ass ain’t too shabby either.” The unwanted compliment, muffled through her duct tape hood, didn’t comfort Amanda as he wrapped her legs, mummifying her from her thighs to her ankles. She could imagine how she looked, reduced to just a pair feet, a pussy, ass, and tits. That’s all she was to her kidnapper, and probably her future owner. Oh, and her nose. She should be grateful they still wanted her breathing.

“Time to go, sugar tits.” The world spun as the disoriented captive was picked up and thrown over her kidnapper’s shoulder. She wiggled in a futile attempt to put up some sort of resistance to her abduction, but she was met with a sharp slap on her exposed rear, and Amanda went limp, submitting to her kidnapping. Her new owner had plans for her, after all.