What little electricity capable of though remaining in
Tasia'a brain thought she was in trouble. She had
been knocked out four times in her life, all by men who
knew how to hurt a woman. Before her stood Joe,
erectly, and he had just learned her and Judy's secret,
their two big weaknesses. Now he was groping and
meatily slapping the two of them roughly and they were
still both too stunned from the previous tit beating and
the topless sprinting, respectively, to fight over virtues.

Tasia whimpered again. She was a stunning olive
skinned Greek goddess, with shimmering black hair
that fell in thick wrinkled strands out from her head in all
directions and down to the curve of the small of her
back. She was in marvelous shape, and her shape
was heavenly. Her eyes were deep and sincere, and
seemed to sparkle from within their own mysterious
darkness. She liked to wear red, and usually very little
of it. She was wearing red, skin tight boyshorts, with
the bottoms of her prettily rounded and tanned ass
cheeks smiling out. The shorts dipped low in the front,
showing her belly down near to her pubis. The lines of
her stomach and torso were statuesque, cut, shapely,
yet still very soft and womanly. He cheekbones were
sharp and well defined, her skin, glowing and her nose
completely Hellenic and beautiful. Her breasts were
huge, despite her world class conditioing. They rode
big, full and round, high on her sculpted chest, with the
nipples that would stretch the fabric of her red mock
bikini top, also lycra, in two brilliantly red up thrust
columns, when she actually wore the thing. They were
very powerful looking breasts, large, soft and
impossibly swollen, almost aroused looking.

Joe drooled and punched one, then another, causing
Tasia to cry out in greek, her big and softly exotic orbs
radiating pain and suffering immensely.

She swallowed clumsily, and met Judys eyes with her
own. She swallowed again and slowly lowered her
gaze, with Judys trailing her own, down to her big
billowing assets. The perfect set of female assets that
had won her men and respect, attention and envy. They
were the source of her pride, and ultimately the utmost
source of her power as a particularly powerful female.
She glanced painfully back up at Judy, whose tender
eyes, full, pulled lips and wrinkled brow reflected
Tasias hurt and belied understanding. Both sets of tits
were being mauled now, seemingly all four at once,
bringng much pain to the sensitive nerve endings of the
owners.

Ooohh. She said softly. Another two blows struck
home. Her long sleek legs wobbled and her boobs
danced painfully across her young chest.

What do you do now?

	"Oooh..." Whap, whap whap. "Ohhh God, my tits..."
	Just follow the first option, nothing for you here sicko.

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