JIMP#25: Kung Boob!
By Jimp
Three generations of super-endowed women turn a man's dream into a nightmare


The following story contains descriptions of sex and violence. If this offends
you or if you are under the legal age of consent in your country do not read
on. Although based on real people, names have been changed to protect the
innocent. Any other likeness to anyone dead or alive is purely coincidental.

(c) JIM P 2011

**************

"Oh look at that poor man in the woods with his family gathering kindling" the
aristocratic lady said looking out of the window. "Well spotted dear" her
portly moustachioed husband harrumphed. "Humphries! Shoot the lot of them".
"Yes sir, right away sir" the butler answered.

"John!" her ladyship exclaimed. "I'm only joking. Waste of good ammo. Set the
hounds on them. They could do with some fresh meat" his lordship said. "Very
well Sir" the butler replied "Should I throw another faggot on the fire,
sir?". "Yes please Humphries".

The butler looked towards the servant's door and clicked his fingers. Two men
in waistcoats came out carrying a man, bound and gagged, towards the large
open fireplace.

***

I needed a way to recover the stolen artefact from Holland's auction house.
The Police might not be able to touch them but their cleaners weren't subject
to Banking Immunity [JIMP#24]. "The Upper Brush" cleaned many businesses and
residences in Kensington. They also had received a warning after Guy Crook
[JIMP#15] supplied them with illegal labourers. Posing as an inspector from
The Immigration Department, it didn't take long to discover that most of the
cleaners were non-EU immigrants unable to prove they were in the country
legally. The Company Director was only too happy to be my best friend, able to
supply me with anything I wanted - money, women, or boys.

*** Big Boobed Judo ***

In a side alley, Scott watched Jim Priest through a grimy ground floor window.
The private detective seemed to be making a deal with the owner. Cleaners,
that's how they can get into Holland's and take the object. He has to report
back. They could hit the joint tonight.

Hurrying along the back streets, Scott soon found himself lost in a
residential area. There was no one to ask for directions. Then he spotted a
figure in the distance at the far end of a long street walking towards him. He
knew it was female by the way the big lump in the front of her blouse bounced
and swayed. She must be absolutely stacked to spot them at this distance.

That reminded him of an incident that happened when he was in the Sixth form.
At school there were a disportionately large number of huge busted girls, some
so well endowed to make Kim Shrubb [JIMP#3] look flat chested with her 40DDs.
One lunchtime, Scott was lurking around when he noticed a girl called Charlie
alone in a classroom. A couple of years younger, she was good looking with a
small long narrow face framed by short curly dark blonde hair that swept down
high across her forehead and over the tops of her ears to tumble just above
her shoulders.

Small clear grey eyes watched him from beneath low eyebrow ridges positioned
above a long slender nose and a wide mouth with full lips. "Go away creep" she
sighed wearily with a slight American accent.

Tall, lean and extremely slim, Charlie's never-ending legs always set Scott's
groin twitching with desire. Shown to great effect with tan coloured tights
and a very short mini skirt, she was also fond of wearing a shiny yellow PVC
coat. Although very slim, Charlie's legs were eye-catching. Scott ran his eyes
slowly down her long slender appealing thighs then drank in the beautiful
curves of her lengthy calves, which were enhanced by high heels.

Recently Charlie's physique had developed a more jaw dropping attraction that
made Scott drool and his cock stiff. She had suddenly grown an enormous chest
that on most girls would look huge but on her slim frame were titanic. Over a
white blouse, a grey jumper was overstretched in a futile attempt to contain
her large bust as it thrust forward sloping dramatically until it was a good
6" in front of her stomach. The large hanging orbs were a good half-width
wider than her waist. It was like she had stuck two fully inflated balloons
under the bottom of her jumper, but Scott knew they were real and the sight
sent his lust into overdrive.

Always with friends, Scott had never had the chance to get his hands on her.
Until now. Oh god, he wanted her bad and now he had her alone. "Give us feel
Charlie and you won't get hurt" he said approaching her, leering at her chest.
"Get lost dweeb" she replied.

Scott lunged at the objects of his desire. Charlie tried to push him away.
With his body pressed against her, Scott enjoyed the sensation of her wobbling
breasts between their bodies as he grappled with her arms. Suddenly, he felt
her hip brushing his own and her leg slide against him. Her foot entangled
with his feet and he tripped, falling face first across a row of chairs.

"Luckily my brother taught me some Judo before I sprouted these" Charlie
chuckled. Looking up, Scott saw the girl outline the shape of her outthrust
bust. Phroar from this angle they looked like huge overhanging torpedoes aimed
right at him. Scott's erection was aching like crazy. "That wasn't Judo, I
just tripped" he said getting to his feet. "That's Judo. Are you going to run
away now and leave me alone?" she replied.

His lust driven into overdrive, Scott rushed the blonde trying to get his
hands on her chest. Once more he found himself grappling with her arms.
Suddenly Scott found his right arm caught and pulled over her shoulder as she
turned. The feel of his erection pressing against her small shapely rear
nearly caused him to explode. Before he knew it, she had bent forward and his
feet had left the floor as his crotch rode on her backside. Either the throw
was bad or she wasn't very good at Judo because he found himself sliding off
her back, pulling her down with him to the floor.

Scott tried to push her off him and sit up. Charlie threw herself at him and
grabbed him by nape of neck. At the same time, her lovely long legs slid
around his waist then locked tight behind him. Before he could act, he found
his face buried deep in her large soft mounds. Hmmm wow this great. No, wait,
huh huh can't breathe. Starting to panic, he tried to prise apart the arms
around his head but he found them lean and firm with no yield. Hmmm need air,
can't breathe. Aghh, struggling for air, he couldn't budge the long silky legs
cutting into his sides.

Scott tried to stop the memory. Charlie had held him like that for what seemed
to be ages, suffocating him slowly under her beautiful chest. To make things
worse he heard footsteps as her classmates filed into the room, coming over to
watch and shout encouragement. "Go on Charlie, kill him". "Cor, Charlie you've
got a lovely pair of deadly weapons". Too slowly, unconsciousness took him.
The flashback should have acted as a warning but his dick made him ignore it.

*** A messy encounter ***

The woman was closer. Scott could see that apart from the heaving bust that
she was sultry looking with an exotic face hinting at an ancestry from perhaps
Turkey or somewhere around there. Probably in her early twenties, she had long
straight jet black hair that fell from a centre parting, down either side of a
long face covering her ears then swept behind her shoulders to the middle of
her back.

Sitting under slightly angled black eyebrows, her smouldering eyes were a
captivating light brown with heavy lids, natural long lashes and a hint of
mascara. Her nose was slightly wide-set ending with sleek flared nostrils. Her
medium sized mouth had sensual thick lips over a square chin. Phoar I wouldn't
mind snogging that and getting my hands on those tits, Scott thought.

She was about 5'9" with a medium slim build with long shapely legs in
skin-tight jeans. However above her slim waist were what looked like two small
beach balls underneath a red checked lumberjack's shirt. Large rounded and
heavy looking, they sat high on her chest and descended almost to her navel.
As she walked, they bounced and jiggled like mammoth jellies in an earthquake.
Phoar, she must have a steel reinforced bra to hold that lot, he thought with
growing lust.

Several minutes of watching that huge bundle lurch and sway gave him a boner.
He was so distracted that by the time she passed and he was admiring her nice
compact backside that he realised that he had forgotten to ask for directions.
Scott decides to follow hoping that she will either lead him to the high
street or provide a good opportunity to get her alone.

However they head towards less grand houses before she turned down the path of
a large old semi-detached. Her side profile was jaw dropping emphasizing her
extreme bust to waist ratio. It was enough to reawaken his lust. As she
reached the door, he saw her look at him with a knowing smile before entering.
Strangely the door isn't closed properly and Scott decides to enter.

"Close the door please" he hears a woman's voice coming from the closest room.
Closing the front door, he enters to see the buxom young woman standing with
her back to him looking out of the window.

"My name is Leyla" she says, starting to turn around. The voice is rich and
husky pouring over Scott's libido like honey. She pauses as Scott lustfully
admires her astounding top-heavy profile. "The bathroom is upstairs on the
right" she says. "What?" he says looking up into her seductive eyes and
finding his gaze locked. "Men always squirt the first time they see these
bare" she replied, slowly following the contours of her incredible chest with
her hands.

Phoar, she's going to show me her tits. Scott had never met a woman who
willingly wanted his attentions. "My face is up here. Look at me when I'm
talking to you" she commands. Scott obeys and finds himself watching her
sensual mouth as she speaks while slowly undoing the top button of her shirt.

"Let me make this plain" she says. The way her mouth moves makes Scott want to
stick his dick in it. "The women in my family are very dominant". Her hands
move down to the next button. Oh god she's stripping, she's really stripping.
"We expect men to do as they are told" she tells him, as another button is
undone. Scott glimpses the top of a very deep cleavage nestling between two
mounds of flesh pushed up unnaturally high upon her chest. My god she is
absolutely stacked. I've hit jackpot here, she must be a nympho.

"You are Grandmother's new stud until Father recovers" she says. Scott wasn't
really listening. He was too busy watching as she undid the final button then
opened the shirt.

Scott's jaw dropped and his dick lurched in spasmodic rhythms. Leyla let the
shirt drop to the floor then faced him. "Some men mess themselves just seeing
me in my bra" she tells him. The sultry gaze and pouty smile almost causes him
to do the same. Orrr orrrr orrr. He is practically drooling at the sight of
the biggest bra that he has ever seen. The massive white object is like two
reinforced cloth hubcaps. A V shape at the top provides a tantalising glimpse
of the huge treasure beneath.

Orrrr. It is too much for Scott and lust crazed he rushes forwards to grab
her. A slim denim clad leg swings up and impales his gut. "Boorrph" the air
rushes out his mouth as he crumples around his middle. "I maybe well endowed
but I am perfectly capable of kicking your testicles back up inside your body"
she says.

Whumph! Something large and heavy slams into the back of his bowed neck,
feeling like a large rolled up duvet, and he collapses to the floor. "My boobs
are heavy enough to do serious damage to your neck. So don't you dare try that
again" Leyla's voice told him. "If you think that was heavy, just imagine what
that does to my back. I have to exercise to keep my back strong".

Gasping for breath and rubbing the back of his neck, Scott looks up. Her huge
full bra is like a wide ledge hanging over him obscuring her face. "I want to
kick your balls hard" she tells him. "Then I'll take my bra off so you'll get
hard again" she outlines her chest with her hands. "Then I will bust your
erection all over again. I could punish you like that all afternoon. You would
get rock hard at the sight of my boobs and I would enjoy smashing it over and
over again until I eventually break you". Shivers run down Scott's spine.
"Would you like that?" she asks. "No, please" he gasps. "Then you don't touch
without permission. Understand?. Anyway, Gran wouldn't like me to break her
new toy. Now get up and unclasp my bra" she instructs.

As he stood, the super-busted young woman turned her back on him. This was no
ordinary bra. At the back it is more like a corset with large flaps of
material secured with industrial sized clasps. He undoes the clasps with
shaking excited hands. Telling him to move back, Leyla turns holding the cups
in front of her. "The women in my family suffer from Virginal Breast
Hypertrophy" she says. "What?" Scott says. "Super huge tits" she replies
wearily then drops the bra.

Freed, her massive mammories sprung out as they fell down to her waist.
"Ohhhhh" Scott can barely contain himself and moans aloud. "You're going to
spurt. I can tell" she him. "Orrrrr" Scott moans as Leyla puts her hands
behind her head and slowly starts to sway her huge breasts from side to side.
"Nah nah nah nah nah" the sight is too much. Scott unloads his balls in strong
powerful spurts that he feels deep inside his groin.

The well-endowed sultry woman laughs. "Pathetic. How could you possible hope
to get inside me when you cum even before I've got my knickers down? Upstairs
on the right. Grandmother will be with you in a moment" she tells him.

*** Mother's busty boxing gloves ***

Shamefaced, Scott went to the bathroom. Standing on his toes to clean the
sticky mess from his scrotum in the sink, he then used a hand towel to dry
off. He also tries using the hand towel to clean up his pants, but they are
still damp when he puts them back on.

The vision of Leyla taking her bra off replays in his mind. Phroar what I
could do with a woman like that. I could tie her up then take her over and
over again whenever I want. I'll come back tonight in the car then tie and gag
her then bundle her into the car. She said something about Grandma? No matter,
I can handle some old dear.

The landing is large and decorated with foreign looking ornaments. Scott
wonders whether there's anything worth stealing. Cautiously opening a door, he
sees a gaunt looking middle-aged man lying in bed. Reaching out he pleads
'Please help me'. "Who are you?" Scott asks. "Frank. Hayleh's husband. Help me
please" the man says. "Holly?". "No. Hayleh" he pronounces the middle part
with his tongue at the top of his palette. Scott looks blank. "Leyla's step
father" the man tells him. "You must get out of here and take me with you" he
adds. "Why?" Scott asks.

"We don't discuss our problems with strangers, Frank". Scott turns to see a
middle-aged woman, in her 50's, in the doorway. The resemblance to Leyla is
striking except that age has filled out her cheeks and made her looser under
her jaw and around the neck. Streaks of silver pepper her hair, which is cut
above shoulders.

Age has also plumped her figure. Over a simple white full-length pleated
skirt, she wore a charcoal grey jacket whose distorted contours made Scott's
jaw drop in disbelief. Thrusting from her upper chest towards his groin, the
jacket was buttoned at the bottom revealing a long titanic canyon of flesh.
Scott was sure that she was more buxom than her daughter and surprised to feel
himself getting very hard so soon after his earlier mishap.

"So Leyla has found my mother another playmate. Isn't she good to you Frank?"
the woman says brushing past. Standing in front of the bed, she dismisses
Scott. "You can go and wait in the next room".

Facing the man in the bed, she unbuttons her jacket and opens it until her
nipples are barely covered. "Ohhh please no more" the man moans. Scott moans
as well as the jacket falls to the floor. Like two elongated torpedoes
sprouting from her upper chest they hang down to her waist ending in large
aureoles with thick erect nipples.

"Ohhhhh" Scott moans aloud, his erection hard and throbbing. "Oh god you turn
me on Hayleh" the man in the bed sighs. Scott is horrified to see a tent
growing in the sheets supported by a thick pole. Bastard!. Not only does the
lucky bastard have a sexy looking wife with super-enormous tits but he is also
hung like a stallion. Some bastards have all the luck.

"Please no more" the man pleads. What is wrong with this man?, is he gay?.
Well if he doesn't want her, I flipping well do. Cock throbbing with desire,
Scott moves towards the topless giant busted mature woman. Turning to face
him, she cups her giant breasts in her hands and drives one after the other
straight into his face. BAM BAM. It's like being pounded by oversized boxing
gloves but instead of smacked in the face with leather he feels firm flesh.
BAM BAM heavy breasts smash into his jaw.

*** Grandma's walking stick ***

Lying dazed on the floor wondering what happened, the sound of Middle Eastern
music draws his attention and he looks up to see Hayleh dancing like a slow
down belly dancer. Her hips moving to the rhythm, the zeppelin sized breasts
sway erotically from side to side, lurching in one direction long after her
body has changed direction.

Orrrr Scott moans, his dick aching so hard it hurts. "Orrr Please no more"
there is now a tall throbbing tepee in the sheets. The guy is flipping huge,
lucky bastard. Orrr god, she's too much. I really want some of that. Scott
gets up and approaches the dancing giant busted cock throbber from behind.

Reaching out with his hands, Scott suddenly finds a wooden walking stick
smacking down on his right arm forcing it out to his side. "Ow. Aghh". He
catches a glimpse of another woman at his side as she deftly grabs the stick
with both hands and sharply twists it tangling up his arm. Moving behind him,
the hard wood twists his arm painfully behind his back.

Pressure is applied with the stick forcing him onto the landing. "Argh" it
feels like the bones in his arm are going to break. "You're coming with me.
Resistance is futile" an elderly woman's voice behind him says. "I will break
your arm in three places if you resist". "Arghh no" Scott feels one end of the
stick raised up at an angle like a lever forcing his arm higher behind his
back at breaking point. His arm held in agony, he is forced along the landing
to a room at the end. "Hurry along. I'm aching to break you in" the voice
tells him.

His arm is freed and he feels the stick across his back shoving him towards
the middle of a large bedroom. Spinning around to confront his attacker, he
stops and gawps.

This must be the Grandmother. The family resemblance is strong, although more
aged. What is surprising is the severely shaven head. Her hair is little more
than black stubble peppered with grey making her very look tough and strangely
alluring. Together with her sultry eyes and sensual mouth, Granny's face was
keeping Scott's erection alive.

She looks down at his crotch. "The women in this family have a motto. If you
aren't more than 8 inches, you're not getting in" she says clearly
disappointed at what she sees. "Leyla should have done better".

Plumper than her daughter, Scott is shocked that Grandma looks 9 months
pregnant and wearing a long white silk nightgown tied awkwardly with a black
belt over the bump. He realises with a strong lurch of his cock that she isn't
with child but the massive bump hanging to her crotch is all bust. "Oh my god,
you're gigantic. Phoar show us your tits old dear" Scott says leering at the
oversized lump on this sexy old granny. No wonder she needs a walking stick
with those monsters.

"You really are obnoxious as you look" she tells him. "Help yourself" she says
and opens her gown to reveal two enormous breasts, almost like space hoppers
attached to her chest. Hanging down to her crotch and at their widest point
almost twice the width of her waist, the huge breasts were totally out of
proportion to the rest of her body. The skin is stretched so taut over the
massive orbs that they shine. Her aureoles are like jar tops, the erect
nipples as thick as his thumb and nearly an inch long. The sight is too much
for Scott to handle.

"Nnnn nnn nnnn nnnn nnn" strong hard deep pulses unleash another load into his
pants although weaker than before.

"How dare you spurt before I've even got on you, you grotesque little toad"
Granny says, her face smouldering with anger. "Go and clean yourself up this
instant then get back here immediately" she demands. "You better satisfy me or
I will break you".

Feeling spent, Scott returns to the bathroom to clean himself up to the
accompaniment of vigorous humping in the next room. Lucky bastard, I wish I
had a woman like that giving me loads and loads of sex. The sounds of Leyla's
moaning in pleasure join in from an adjacent room. My god. They're all at it.
Oh god, I want it as well.

As Scott opens the door, he is confronted by Grandma's smouldering stare, her
robe back in place. "You took your time. In my room and put this on" she says
holding out a big black dildo with a strap. "No effing way. I ain't doing
anything kinky" Scott protests.

The walking stick swings up and she grabs it two handed like a pool cue then
drives the end into his sternum. "Mnrghhh" Scott starts to slump. "Next time,
I'll fracture your chest" the shaven haired granny says. WHACK the stick
swings in an upward arc, the end connecting with his jaw. "I'll break your
jaw" she says as dark spots and bright lines flash across his dazed vision.
"Boorrppph" the stick hammers so deep in his gut, he feels the bile rise in
his throat. "And I'll crush every internal organ in your pathetic body". Badly
winded and feeling sick, his body involuntary creases around his middle.

The stick rams down at an angle into the back of his neck and Scott collapses
noiselessly to the floor. "I may need a stick to walk nowadays but I'm very
handy with it as you can see. I can break every bone in your body". Scott
tires to raise himself but the stick hammers into the side of his neck and
everything goes black.

*** Nipples like bullets***

Scott finds himself back in the same room as Frank. "Please help me" the man
begs. "What are you complaining about, you lucky bastard" Scott spits.

"When I first saw Hayleh, I knew I had to have her. That face, that amazing
figure. I was in a constant state of arousal. Sex was amazing" Frank said.
"Eventually we got married and then I found out how demanding she was in the
bedroom. I was younger then, more virile and just seeing that amazing body
kept me hard".

"I don't want to hear it, you lucky bastard" Scott said. The man ignored him.
"I was coping fine then her mother moved in. You've seen her". "She's
enormous" Scott said wistfully remembering the old lady's chest.

"Just imagine living in a house with two women like that" Frank said. "I can,
you lucky bastard" Scott replied. "They're killing me with sex" Frank cried.
"It feels like I've got a permanent erection. Their sexual appetite is unreal.
One would be more than enough for any man, but three of them. Dear God,
they're killing me". "Three? You mean you screw your own daughter?" Scott
asked incredulously. "Step-daughter. Until she was about 15, Leyla was flat
chested then suddenly sprouted those huge pair and a sexual appetite to
match". "Sometimes she brings a boy home...". Frank suddenly stops talking
with a look of fright. Scott realises someone is standing behind him.

"You have a loose mouth Frank. I'll deal with you later". Scott turns and
looks into the pools of seduction that are Grandmother's eyes. She holds out
the dildo towards him. "Are you going to go to my room and put this on or
shall I break every bone in your body and grind them up to make my bread?" she
asks, looking fierce with her stubble head.

Scott takes the ghastly thing and heads back to her room. I hope she'll give
me loads of sex and let me feel her huge tits.

"I must warn you that not only am I deadly with this stick but I'm also a
Grand master 5th dan black belt in Kung Boob". Scott sniggers. Glaring at him
she continues. "Kung Boob is an ancient martial art of chest fighting, based
on Taekwondo. You may well sneer but I could seriously hurt you if I wanted
to, even kill you".

Scott remembered Charlie suffocating him, then Leyla and Hayleh clobbering him
with their breasts. Staring at him with those lush exotic eyes, the woman
removes her robe. Phoar, the sight of so many acres of female breast gave him
hard achers of his own and he has to force himself to look at her face so he
doesn't ejaculate prematurely.

"Here feel" the old woman takes his hands and guides them into her grand
canyon, placing them on the insides of her breasts. Mmmnn despite his growing
erection, Scott forces himself to keep staring at her face but it a sensual
face and her tits are great.

"Feels good doesn't it?" she purrs so seductively it sets his dick throbbing.
"How about this?" she says. Using both hands she quickly brings the massive
danglers together trapping Scott's against each other. "Oww" many pounds of
firm taut female breast crush down on his hands. "On your knees" she orders
squeezing her ample assets together hard. "Ow please my hand" he cries as the
backs of his hands mash painfully against each other. "Your knees" she smiles
almost predatory, her eyes eager with anticipation. "Ow ow OK OK please stop"
he begs falling to his knees. "Call me your Goddess" she purrs. "Ow please
stop...my Goddess" he begs.

The sultry shaven headed old woman laughed then released his hands. "Get to
your feet" she ordered. As he does so, massaging his hands, she takes
something from the dressing table and hands it to him. It is a large sheet of
heavy green glass about 3 feet long, a foot and a half high and half an inch
thick. There are several, what looks likes large bullet holes, in the sheet.

The woman cups the ends of her breasts which overflow her hands. Scott's dick
is throbbing so hard, his nuts are starting to ache. "Press that against my
nipples" she commands. As he holds the glass to her boobs, he notices that the
bullet holes align with her nipples. Finding an intact section he presses it
against her nipples, squashing them.

"Now watch" she says. There is a sharp crack and Scott is stunned to see her
large erect nipples standing proud of the glass. No, that's impossible, that
glass is too thick. The implicit power shown by her nipples causes his dick to
lurch. "I can teach any large busted woman to desensitise her breasts to avoid
pain and turn them into deadly weapons" she says taking the glass from him and
returning it. "I can control my nipples and make them hard as drill bits at
will".

"Go on bite them" she says offering her nipples up to him. Scott takes a large
teat inside his mouth and tentatively bites finding it hard. "Harder than
that". His teeth clamp down hard on the teat but it remains firm and she shows
no discomfort. As it leaves his mouth, he can't resist a suck. He looks up
expecting rebuke, but Grandmother's dark sexy eyes look at him enticingly.
"You like my breasts don't you?" she purrs, her full-lipped mouth moving
sensually. "Take off your spectacles and take a closer look" she says.

As he does so, he finds two gigantic fleshy orbs shoved into his face. "Take a
real close look". "Ow!" thick hard nipples are jammed into his eyes. He
stumbles back, clutching his watering eyes. "Careful, I could have your eyes
out with these" Grandmother chuckles. Scott feels a big heavy bag of flesh
pressed against his jaw. Then the soft nipple on his chin springs hard like a
piston driving his head back sharply. His head swimming in a daze, Scott falls
backwards on the bed.

"Big boobs are as deadly to men as they are sexy" the old woman purrs. Hands
grab Scott's head and twist it to one side. He feels a heavy breast against
his neck and a soft nipple. Suddenly it feels like someone has shot a steel
bolt into his neck and he passes into darkness.

**** Big boobed sex ***

Scott awoke to the sound of middle-eastern music. He was lying naked on a bed
with a big black dildo on his dick. Reaching to remove it, a walking stick
raps his knuckles. "Leave" Grandma orders.

He looks up to see the shaven headed matriarch naked and swaying to the music,
her enormous breasts swinging in a highly erotic manner. His dick is instantly
hard. Leaning forward, his sheathed dick is plunged in between those titanic
boobs. "Orrr" he moans, his dick throbbing and the pressure building in his
balls. "Squirt if you want but I'm still riding you" she says climbing onto
the bed.

Mounting the dildo, the extraordinary sized breasts actually rested on his
stomach. Slowly she began to ride him. As she slides vigorously up and down,
her huge breasts heave in a strange slow motion of their own, occasionally
battering his abdomen. Scott grabbed the massive orbs to get a good feel and
to stop them hitting him. They were incredibly heavy and taut. Maybe it was
because the dildo separated him from direct sensation but somehow he managed
to keep going for much longer then he would have thought possible. Granny's
thrusts became deeper and slower. Loud moans of ecstasy escaped her lips
tipping Scott over the edge and he shot his load inside the dildo as she
climaxed.

*** The Subjugation ***

Day Two

Thank you Lord. Fantastic. This must be what it's like to be in heaven. Frank
was right, the sight of three generations of ultra buxom women around the
house makes me feel like I've got a permanent erection. Which is good because
the horny old bird just wants it all the time.

They keep feeding me high-energy food to keep up my pecker. Not that it really
matters with that bloody dildo on. Hot old granny takes me ready or not. Oh my
god, the sex. She's incredible, the size of those tits. That old woman must be
a nympho. Wow I've hit it lucky this time.

Day Five

I really need to report back to Hawkins. Except they've hidden my bloody
trousers. My mobile phone's gone too. Ouch, I wish my balls would stop aching
from all that sex.

The door of the bathroom opens and out strolls Leyla, her long black hair
damp. Wearing a tiny white bathrobe that barely covers her modesty, her long
shapely legs draw Scott's attention. Phroar she's got great legs. "Were you
perving on me taking a shower again?" she asks.

"Where's my trousers?" he demands. "I can't go around wearing just underpants"
he says. "We've taken them away in case you get any funny ideas about leaving"
she says softly with a slight smile. "Oh and don't bother trying to borrow any
of Frank's because we've locked those away too for his own good" she added
with a look of amusement.

"What about my mobile phone? That's private property. Give it back" he
demanded. "You won't be needing it now. Oh, and the other phones in the house
are locked, as is the front door" she replied staring at him with those
penetrating seductive eyes.

"You have no right to do that. That's my property" Scott shouts angrily, his
face growing red. "I should be able to come and go as I please. You can't keep
me here like, like some sort of sex slave. I need to go to work".

"Your work now is to pleasure Granny with a dildo on your tiny cock" Leyla
says calmly. "Why you..." Scott's angry protest is cut out as Leyla opens her
tiny robe and lets it fall to the floor. Phroooar. The sultry young woman
stands completely naked with no sign of embarrassment before him. Phroooar.
Once again such outlandishly large breasts on such a slim frame has him rock
hard in an instant. Phrooar she's got sensational legs as well as great tits
and a sexy face. Oh god, I really fancy her something rotten.

The buxom beauty steps towards him fixing his eyes with her stare until he can
feel her breasts pressing against his bare chest. Softly, she says "My
boyfriend has run away". Scott gasps as he feels her hand on his pants
stroking his erection. "I need my oats. I must have someone to give me my
oats" she purrs. Mmmm Scott moans. "I need a real man with a big cock not some
pathetic loser who has to wear a dildo" she says stepping back, a taunting
smile on her face.

Full of lust, Scott lunges forward. "You cock-teasing bitch. I'm gonna fuck
your brains out whether you like it or not" he yells.

Too late he sees her shift her weight to her left leg and swing her right foot
back. A strong solid kick hammers between his legs. Scott feels his balls
riding her foot as the power of the kick lifts his feet off the ground tilting
his body forward onto her shin. He crashes to the floor and curls into ball,
clutching his groin with his head rocking back and forth in agony, dry
retching.

"What's all this noise?" with his eyes screwed tight and leaking tears, he
recognises Hayleh's voice. "Just putting small dick in his place". "Leyla, you
haven't broken another one" Granny's voice. "He wears a dildo. He needs to
understand obedience". "I like to see the lust in their eyes, dear" Granny
replies. "Get into my room you odious little creep. We're going to explain
things to you" her voice directed to the curled form on the floor still
rocking in agony. "Can't, hurts so bad" he weeps.

Scott feels Leyla's hand on his shoulder. With her other hand she grabs his
wrist and pulls his hand away from his aching groin. Twisting his forearm and
forcing the arm straight, it was pushed painfully behind his back. "Get up
small prick or I'll break your arm as well as your balls" she tells him.
Red-faced and tearful he obeys and is marched into Grandma's bedroom.

His arm released, he turns around to see three generations of super busted
women naked and lined up in front of him. Despite the brutal treatment of his
balls, he is sporting an erection. "See it still works" Leyla says.

The shaven headed Granny spoke. "There are only two ways that you are going to
leave this room. The first is that you acknowledge our superiority and serve
us without question, servicing the three of us as and when we see fit".

Three? Scott looks at Granny, the fierce looking old woman with the humungous
full breasts. She is so sexually demanding that he has trouble coping with
her. His eyes move to Hayleh. Mature Hayleh with the large zeppelin shaped
bust. Frank has deteriorated badly these last few days. What must she be doing
to him?. As if reading his mind she says "Frank needs absolute rest now. So I
must take my pleasure from you. And you better do a good job or I'll punish
you very severely indeed".

His eyes move onto Leyla. Young, fit, longhaired energetic Leyla. "You're the
only functioning man around here at the moment. So I guess you will have to do
until I find a new stud". A few days ago the thought of making love to all
three of these women would have seemed a dream come true. But now the physical
enormity of the task struck Scott. How was he going to cope with three
super-endowed sex-mad women?. He was afraid that he was going to end up like
Frank.

"The second way?" he whispered. "You get carried out in a body bag" the
matriarch said. Scott looked her in surprise. "Oh don't won't worry" Leyla
said. "Three gorgeous buxom women virtually alone in a house. It would be a
perfect target for a pervert like you. The Police won't be surprised that we
had to defend ourselves vigorously against a lust crazed rapist like you".

"Before you make your decision, we are going to explain a few things to you.
Bow to me" the Grandmother tells him. "What? Worrrpph" in the blink of an eye,
Leyla stepped forward, grabbed his shoulders and plunged her knee deep into
Scott's gut.

Folding over winded, he senses the old woman near his head but is in no
condition to do anything about it. He feels her monstrous breasts engulf his
head and looks up to find himself deep in her cleavage. Big mistake!.

BAM BAM BAM BAM. With his face trapped in the middle, the woman begins to
rapidly swing her oversized mammories slapping his face like bags of potatoes.
The breasts are so heavy that the blows addle his brains. Punch-drunk, Scott
is unable to think to protect himself as her heavy whoppers continue to batter
his face. BAM BAM BAM BAM. Scott's didn't know where he was. BAM BAM BAM.
Vague impressions of being on the floor and lifted, his face being forced
between extraordinary sized breasts. BAM BAM BAM. Fleeting impressions of
different faces, Hayleh and Leyla, taking turns as huge heavy bags of female
flesh pummel him. Or was it Grandma?. A brief pause then a mighty heavy breast
punch smashes the side of his face sending him to cloud cuckoo land.

***

Scott's face felt like it was broken. His eyes were so badly swollen that the
left was completely shut. He winces as he wets his split lip setting it
stinging. Ow. His hand discovers his jaw is painful to touch as are his cheeks
and nose which is full of dried blood.

"Good, you are awake. We have more explaining to do" Leyla's voice. "Please no
more. My face hurts bad" he pleads. "Oh his ugly toady face hurts" Leyla
mocks. She leant across him to look in his swollen eyes, her breasts pressing
against his upper arm. "Here does this feel better?" she said. "Yes" he
replied softly.

Scott felt another pair of breasts against his other arm as Hayleh's face came
into his blurry vision. "How about this?" she cooed. "Nice" he sighed. He felt
larger breasts press against his upper thigh. "Mmm nice" he sighed.

"Arggghh!". Suddenly the sensation of soft flesh against his limbs was
replaced by searing points of pain as nipples like steel hardened drill tips
bit into sensitive pressure points. To his horror, he found that his arms and
right leg were numb. The explosions of pain worked down his arms and legs as
the three women applied their busty martial art, leaving a trail of pain and
paralysis.

"No, no please no ow!" he cried in vain as the women turned their attentions
to his torso. "Ow ow ow" he bawled like a baby "please stop please". Rivets of
white-hot pain shot all over his body as fearsome hard nipples fired into his
body's pressure points. By the time they had finished, which seemed like an
eternity of pain, Scott was a sobbing mess unable to move any part of his
body. "Please no more" he begs as he sees Grandmother standing by him.
"Please, I'll do anything you want".

"Really?" she says. Scott watched in fear as the old women climbed onto the
bed and knelt astride his face, her pussy close to his mouth. "Start licking,
lap dog" she commanded.

Scott hesitated. Oral sex was something he forced women to do to him. The idea
of putting his tongue anywhere a woman's unmentionable bits was repellent.

"Just as I thought" the old woman says working her way on her knees towards
his groin. "You need more explanation". "No!" he cried in terror.

Cupping her massive breasts, Granny part flung, part dropped the heavies onto
his balls. "Oooooohh" it was like someone had dropped a sack of meat into his
unprotected lap. "I could burst your testicles if I want" she said menacingly.

Scott felt nauseous, he wanted to curl up and cradle his hurting nuts, but he
couldn't move.

"Let's take the wind out of your sails". With tears in his eyes, he noticed
with alarm that the woman was poised with her heavy space hoppers over his
gut. WHUMP "boorrrppppp" the air exploded noisily out of his mouth as the
fleshy bombs pulverised his abdomen, the irresistible weight flattening his
diaphragm.

Involuntary, his head and shoulders left the bed but Leyla and Hayleh grabbed
him with their hands and roughly forced him down.

Weeping openly and desperately gasping for air he could only watch in sheer
fright as the old woman moved astride his middle, breasts poised above his
chest. "I could bust your ribcage like twigs" she said with a smile that
almost made Scott wet himself.

WHAM. A heavy weight slammed into his chest with a sickening crunch. Oh my god
she's going to kill me, no please. He wanted to scream but he could find the
air. "Or shall I smash your windpipe so you can't breathe and suffocate to
death?". His one good eye watched in silent terror and the lead like mammories
hammered his throat. "Kkk kkk" he croaked.

"Or just smash your obnoxious face". Tears flowing freely, he tried to scream
as she straddled his ruined chest and raised her deadly weapons above his
face. They fall rapidly like a battering ram. It feels like his face has
exploded.

Weeping uncontrollably and barely conscious with his face a severely throbbing
mess, he tries to move but can't. Smiling the Granny from hell cups her
titanic boobs and smashes one into each side of his neck.

*****

Scott comes round; both of his eyes are swollen shut, his face aches
intensely. He senses that his chest has been bandaged and is wearing the
dildo. He tries to move his arms and legs, but they are still unresponsive.

"Decision time. You serve us absolutely without question or I put you out of
your misery now" Grandma's voice. He immediately burst into tears and whimpers
"please please I'll do anything you want please". "Aren't you forgetting
something?". "Please, I want to serve you, my goddess" he pleads.

He senses the old woman straddling over his face with her calves either side
of his head. "Mmmmph" her buttocks envelop his nose and mouth. He senses her
leaning forward and feels her sex rubbing against his lips. "Lick me good,
little lap dog" she orders. Crying with shame at the disgusting task, he has
no choice but to obey.

Licking away and hearing the appreciatively moans of the old woman, he feels a
weight mount the dildo on his dick and start riding. Somehow dispute the pain
and embarrassment; the double sexual act causes his dick to rise.

"Ohh Gran, don't be long. I'm desperate" he hears Leyla's voice. "Don't worry
dear, he's going to serve us all together several times over this evening as a
special punishment" Granny replies.

He feels someone grab his foot and bend his toes apart from his big one, which
is plunged into somewhere warm and moist then used to rub something rubbery.

Oh my god they're going to make me end up like Frank or kill me with sex, he
wept uncontrollably.

***

It's time to hang the pauper by the door; It's the time of year that Bankers
have a ball.

Trying to avoid eye contact with the rowdy gang of city boys, I crossed the
road to The Monument. Crossing the small square at the rear of the Roman style
column commemorating The Great Fire of London, I sat on one of the metal
benches. Retrieving some sandwiches from my rucksack, I began to eat my lunch.
The Oriental woman next to me opened up a book. "The stuff for the big auction
are kept on the first floor" she mumbled. "There laser sensors, pressure mats
and CCTV" she continued. Raising a sandwich to my mouth I whispered "They must
turn it off when you clean". "George Holland has the key and enters a code:
2-3-0-5-9". "Guards?". "Two at any one time, armed. They X-ray us as we enter
and leave"."Good work, Ling. Same time next week?". "Sure thing, Jim" she
said.

Ling stood up and walked towards the tube station, while I admired her huge
meaty calves. I was about to get up when I felt a touch on my neck. Alarmed, I
found I couldn't move it. "Sit still. Don't bring attention to yourself" a
woman's soft voice near my ear. "The man in the grey overcoat by the disabled
WC is watching you". I casually sweep my gaze around the small square. "I
don't recognise him, who is he?" I mumble.

"Military Intelligence" came the soft whisper. "Two words combined". "That
can't make sense" she completed. "The question is American or British and is
he interested in you or me?". Although my neck was paralysed, I found the
voice warm and re-assuring. "Who are you?" I asked. There was no answer.
Finding that I could now move my neck, I turn around only to see grey overcoat
man hurrying away down Pudding Lane.