Busty Naïve Punishment

The following very dark story has themes of misogyny, non-consent sex, humiliation, abuse and other dark themes. If such content offends you, please do not read. This is an erotic FICTION story not meant as any sort of gender, political or societal protest. This is purely for entertainment and never meant to happen in reality. If you have issues with such kinks, please do not read.

I rock back in my chair as I sit on my porch, enjoying the dark night. I've not turned on any lights, so I am in complete darkness, except for the dim glow of the street lamps. I like it this way as it gives only a dim outline for anyone that may look at me.

With my whiskey sitting on the small table next to me, I smile at the dark night. It's quiet, with the only noise being a car passing by in the street only every so often. Otherwise, nothing. There's no one walking, no one partying, no one doing anything. Everyone safe in their homes.

I enjoy nights like this because it lets me unleash my dark sexual thoughts. The sort of darkness that normal people would be disgusted with feeling. The sort of darkness that has taken me over before, causing me to do things that should have landed me in jail.

As I dip into those thoughts, I feel my anger flare. A sexy thought or memory will pop in my head and a moment later, a red-hot anger will destroy it. It'll clear my mind pumping anger and rage instead.

I've changed. Man, have I ever changed. I was never like this before. I was never this angry. In my fifty years on this planet I was never so conflicted. Not filled with such evil thoughts.

Once upon a time I believed I was an ok type of guy. Sure I was no saint, but I wasn't how I am now. I did bad stuff, but it was under control. But those days are gone. That man is gone. And it's all the big-boobed weirdo's fault.

The day I changed was the day I met that stupid, big titty freak. If I had never met her, I would still be normal. Well, close to normal anyway. I would at least be able to keep the darkness contained.

The anger inside me threatens to boil over as I think about her. I replay the memory of meeting her, when she stepped onto her webcam on that videochat roulette site to show me her huge fucking breasts. The dumb cunt wanted to know if she looked normal or whatever dumb shit she was saying. She begged me to tell her that she was normal and not some huge-boobed weirdo.

That's how it started.

My fingers curl into fists as I think of all I did to her. How badly I humiliated her. How I tricked her. How hard I fucked her. There wasn't a part of her that I didn't use repeatedly. I used every hole. I fucked her. I hurt her.

I mean, it was her fault for letting me do it. She did whatever I wanted. Took whatever abuse or humiliation I gave out, not once begging me to stop or trying to run away. In her fucked-up mind, she deserved the abuse. She wanted it.

Unable to help myself, I pull out my cell. Even if I know I am alone and in my own house, I still look around to make sure there's no one nearby to catch me. Content that I am alone, I go to a "safe" browser on my cell after I engage the VPN. When I do this, my cell won't remember where I go, nor can my Internet Provider track me.

There I search the keywords that I've searched a million times before. The keywords that lead me to the article. The news article that reported the last time I saw the big-boobed weirdo.

"College Girl caught molesting classmate due to her bust size," is the article title, and even to this day I think it sucks. It gets the point across, but come on, it's so...boring. Not to mention it's a lie.

My eyes read the article, to which I get a smile. It's downright comical to read because it's all lies. I know its lies because I was there. I know exactly what happened, not what the newspaper and police made up.

Taking a deep breath, I close the article and lean back in my chair trying to calm my anger. When I left her that night, I left her with that dumb drunk college girl. I left her, thinking how hilarious it would be when the cops showed up. I mean, I left the naked big-boobed weirdo tied to the back wall of her neighborhood baseball field while the other one raged due to having small tits.

The cops did show up, but it didn't work out like I wanted. The small tit college girl was arrested, but there was no word on Ms. Fat Tits. The article doesn't even mention she was found naked. From what I've gathered, the cops just let her go home. Probably drove her home and told her everything would be ok. That it wasn't her fault because she was the victim, picked on because of her huge tits.

Days after I realized that I didn't want the big-boobed weirdo to get out of it. She was to be humiliated on an epic level, one that she couldn't come back from. Where everyone in the country would know her name because of how she was found. She was to be ruined, but instead, she was rewarded.

People like her, they always wiggle out. There's always some way out for people like that, due to who they know, or some favor that they are owed. They never get what they really deserve. Girls like her are daddy's little girl, protected so they can pretend to be virginal church going women instead of the kinky sex-freak whores they really are. The bitch orgasmed from taking it up the ass after all.

That's why I get so upset these days. I feel cheated. That big titty freak should have been ruined. She should have been kicked out of her college, disowned by her parents, and left to a life of doing the cheapest and most painful of porn. Her mind should be mush and her emotions broken.

Part of me is shocked to admit I really want that for another human being. That I wanted to crush her life in such a dark way for no reason other than to enjoy the power of doing it. What does scare me is that I know I would laugh if I found out she became a sex slave. Even more so if she was my sex slave.

"There's no going back for me, is there?" I ask aloud to the darkness, as if it was an entity that can think, feel, and listen.

As I sit here, I come to terms that there's no way to get rid of this anger unless I follow through with what I want. If I want the anger to go away, I have to ruin that girl. I have to break her and ruin her life. I have to give her what I know she wants.

Despite it being what I want, I fight against it. To do what my spirit wants to do would be too dangerous. If I got caught, my life would be over. It would mean spending all day every day in some high security jail for sex offenders.

Not that it's stopped me from preparing. Hidden in my guest room is a hollowed-out dresser filled with all manner of sex toys. Literally thousands of dollars' worth of toys to molest, rape and punish the big-boobed weirdo. From a one-bar prison to portable fucking machines as well as all manner of breast bondage tools. Not to mention a few no-so-legal drugs.

All of those toys have sat there for months. It started with me just buying one ring gag and hiding it. Then I got the urge to buy another toy...and another. That's how I got the cache of tools to use against her. Why they haven't been used is a different matter.

Believe it or not, I have no clue where she is or what she's been up to. My guess is she still lives at her parent's house and goes to college, but she could have moved. After what I did to her, it would have been smart to move.

On purpose I haven't gone near her house in case she opened her cock-sucking mouth and told the police about me. I haven't even done a Google search on her in case the FBI or CIA is tracking searches like that. They would know the only guy that would search for her is the one that tried to ruin her.

Believe it or not, I don't want to hurt her in a manner that is cruel, like cutting her or beating her with a bat or anything like that. That's sick. Nor do I want her punishment to be boring or dull, such as just making her gag on my cock. It has to be creative. It has to be emotionally crippling. It has to be perfect.

A dark laugh suddenly comes out of me as my mind replays what my ultimate punishment for her would be. It's a fantasy I have nearly every night when I close my eyes. It's so evil that I can't stop smiling upon dreaming and feeling it. My punishment is designed to ruin her as well as give me the ultimate orgasm.

The ultimate punishment for her would involve an over-the-counter herbal supplement called "Gas-Go-All-Night," that not many people know about. I only know about it due to the news article that was run about it. "Gas-Go-All-Night" is a small bag of cheap pills of different shapes and sizes that you find in seedy gas stations. You know the type, a bag of pills that promises to give you a twelve-inch cock or make you have sex all night long. Pills that are normally vitamins and sugar pills.

Only this particular mixture of pills has some serious side effects. The article reported on some druggie bitch that was looking for anything to get her high. Being stupid, she purchased the pills in the Gas-Go-All-Night baggie thinking it would do just that.

That druggie bitch ended up in the hospital, but not because of OD'ing or anything. Those pills, which were never intended to be ingested by females as the baggie stated it was for men, caused the girl to retain water, while also creating a shit-ton of estrogen and other hormones. The effect? The druggie bitch's tits grew more than two cup sizes after a few hours. It some how reassigned fat right to her tits.

Laughing loud enough that I hear my own voice echo back, I can only imagine how stupid the druggie bitch must have looked going to the ER complaining that her tits wouldn't stop growing. Then the humiliation she had to feel, her tits exposed while doctors and nurses had to touch and look at them. My laughter gets louder as the article stated how after two weeks of medicine and treatment the druggie bitch's tits didn't get smaller. It was reported she would need surgery and even then, the doctors were not sure if her breasts would just go back to their new increased size.

My punishment for the big-boobed weirdo would be to take those pills. Then laugh as she freaks out about her chest becoming even larger. Where she would think it is the end of the world. Then laugh and make jokes about how she'll need to carry them around in a wheelbarrow from now on.

Before I fully understand what I am doing, I've logged back into the same random videochat where I met Ms. Fat Tits. I log in, but like normal, find I have trouble in figuring what keywords I want to use. This happens every time I log in, where I give up shortly after.

I do this sometimes, log into the site. I do it on some ill-hope that the big-boobed weirdo would secretly be on and waiting for me. But that's laughable.

Like normal I can't think of the perfect keywords to use that would connect me to her. Each ones I try always end up with a "Unable to find room," message. And after each try my resolve gets lower and lower.

With a smirk I feel a weird sort of inspiration and put in the keywords "Ms. Fat Tits," as that's the name I made her call herself. It comes up with zero results, which I knew it would.

The video chat site then gives me the suggested key words of "

Miss Fat Tits

." I find this very strange as it would mean someone out there is using those words to create a room, but I shrug it off as I'm sure it's some virgin boy that meant to put "I miss fat tits." I click on the link just to see what it will do.

"What in the hell?" I gasp as the site actually logs me in a room. As the camera isn't activated on my cell, it doesn't turn on my cam but it does for whomever is on the other end.

My heart begins to pound, and all the booze goes straight to my head as I see

HER

room. I recognize it. It's her room alright. That sickly sweet female decor, completely with all of her trophies and whatnot on the walls. How could I forget as I fucked the bitch in that very room the first night I had her.

The videochat cuts out, but not before I hear a woman gasp in surprise. It's a shocked, high-pitched gasp from a voice I recognize. Stunned, I stare at the white screen knowing it was her. Ms. Fat Tits.

My cock gets harder than a diamond as I consider what this means. How long has she been logging in trying to find me? Since she freaked out when I entered the room, I'm assuming it's been a while. Probably believed I would never log in.

It feels as if someone has stolen my breath and is sitting on my chest. The excitement and realization I feel is very overwhelming, making me feel disconnected from reality. For a moment I wonder if I'm actually in a dream or maybe sent to a different dimension. Nothing ever aligns like this. Nothing.

I down the rest of my drink in hopes it'll calm me. For right now my entire being is telling me to collect all of the sex toys I purchased and go to her house. To finish what I started.

But I can't. It's too dangerous. To do that would be to spend the rest of my life in jail. She lives with her parents after all. There's no way to get her without the police coming. And I'm not the sort of evil that is going to take an entire family hostage so I can ruin their daughter in front of them. That is begging to have your head blown off.

"Shut up brain," I say out loud as if this will do anything. As much as my emotions growl and scream for me to gather up each and every toy and go to her, my brain stops me. It shows everything will go wrong.

"Fine. You don't want to stop brain? I'll make you stop," I declare to my brain as if it is some third party and not a part of me. Alarm bells go off in my mind as I reach over to the small table next to me. There I open the drawer and reach all the way into the back.

I grab my bag of THC gummies. The gummies I use once in a blue moon when I need to turn my brain off. The gummies that will pump their magic in me, allowing me to act on my emotions instead of my thoughts or even logic.

Laughing evilly, I take several gummies out and chew them. A man my age is only supposed to take one for a chill evening, but I know that won't be enough. Tonight will be the greatest night of my life, one that I may never come back from, so I'll need all the help I can get.

Leaning back in my chair, I close my eyes as I wait for the effects of the gummies. They are normally very slow to take effect, but I feel that tonight is different. Tonight feels magical.

Time seems to skip as I find myself in my guest room some time later. I stand in the doorway of the room and look at the hollowed-out dresser, my mind feeling oddly blank but my emotions on fire. Desire and passion pump in me instead of blood, where I feel stronger than I've felt in a long time. For the first time in a long time, I feel in control. In control of everything.

Moving to the dresser, I open the door which is disguised to look like several pull-out drawers. Once opened, my eyes move over each sex toy, tool, and punishment inside the dresser, remembering exactly why I purchased it. Each one is for a different punishment for the big-boobed weirdo.

With the empty toolbox I brought from the garage, I take everything out from the dresser. I am calm and careful as I do this, examining each item to ensure it is in perfect condition before carefully putting it into the toolbox. As I put each one in my toolbox, I laugh and laugh, feeling so powerful.

Most of all, I make sure to take the packets of Gas-Go-All-Night. Instead of putting them in the toolbox to get crushed, I put them in my pants' pockets, checking them several times to make sure they are still there, even if there's no chance of them falling out.

Time skips yet again as I find myself in a neighborhood that I'm not familiar with. When I look at the GPS in the console, I see that I'm in HER neighborhood. As fate would have it, she lives so fucking close to me. Close enough that I could have walked. Just another sign that this was meant to happen.

Using the GPS, I park three streets over. Taking the toolbox, I exit my car and walk on the sidewalk with a normal, causal walk. Only...I keep laughing. Like a mad man, I laugh over and over, feeling so happy. More than anything else, I feel free. I feel like what I should have always felt like.

After yet another time skip, I find myself in front of HER house, which is at the end of a dead-end street. From my place in the shadows of the house next door, I examine her house, noting how it physically looks the same as the last time I was here.

Only in my current drugged state, there's something different about it. The fear I felt last time I was here no longer exists. In my current state I really feel that I could go up to the front door and kick it in and then declare this is my house now. It's a feeling I know I can't spend too much time on.

This night isn't going to end well for my big-boobed victim, but it isn't going to end well for me either. I know this night ends with jail or worse. Not sure how it will happen, but I can't afford to be stupid or naïve. I recognize what is in store for me, but it's an ending I accept. But I still need to be smart.

I see her parents as they sit in the front room, clearly watching TV. The large window of the room shows everything, including how their attention is on whatever they are watching, not thinking of looking out to see a strange man about to ruin their daughter.

Stepping onto their yard, I walk to the side of the house. As I do, I look up at the second story to where HER room is. Sure enough, in the middle of the second story is a lighted window, letting me know that she is indeed home. I bet she is studying for some college class that she'll never attend again. Trying to better herself while in the back of her mind knowing this day is coming.

Moving all the way to the back fence, I hide in the shadows as there is no light back here. There I kneel and open my toolbox to pull out a few items that I'll need at first. Each item I pull out...I feel the excitement and energy that comes from it, letting me know how badly they need to be used on her.

Loaded with what I need, I walk along the back fence to align with the back door. Once there, I pull out my cell. Like before, I log into the videochat site. There I put in the magic words that I know to use.

"Miss Fat Tits," I say out loud as I type in the words. As I watch the site work, I have no doubt it'll find her. It'll find the room she is in and connect me. I have no doubt she's logged back in because this is fated. This was meant to happen.

A very evil laugh does come out of me when the site does indeed log me into the room. My laugh echoes where I wonder if she hears it. If in her room, she hears my laugh and it gives her goosebumps.

Once again, her cam starts, showing me the corner of her room. Having knowledge of her, I know this is her laptop. And since the view is different from before, she must have angled her laptop to not show anything but the corner of her room.

I know I only have a few seconds before she'll get scared and log out. So I hurry and type out the two words that will get her attention. The two words that will both scare her and make her beyond excited.

"Outside. NOW," is what I send over the chat system.

Right before I send this, I see the words "Stranger is typing..." but the moment my words are posted, it stops. I wait for those words to return which means she is about to reply, but they don't.

The backdoor of the house then opens, slowly. It surprises me as only a few seconds have passed. The door creaks open just a bit as if the person opening is scared some home invader will charge in.

Seeing this makes me smile wider. I then stare at the door, seeing it open more until I see a very familiar and beautiful face poke out. She literally pokes her entire head out of the door to look around.