Chapter 1 - The end of the search
I had been searching, in vain, for my beloved sow, for I know her by no other
name, for over a year by this time. It was with some desperation that I found my
way to this particular den of iniquity. I knew that sow would naturally try to
place herself in a situation where she would be both humiliated, and used
sexually, for that was her nature. Indeed, it was also my own nature to seek out
such situations, but such was the continuing psychological influence of my
former Mistress, Lotta, I had been unable to experience any form of sexual
relief since she had banished me from her presence. I had tried numerous
psychiatrists since that fateful day, all to no avail. My penis could become
erect with little stimulation, but was entirely incapable of ejaculation. It was
so frustrating, and had driven me to contemplate suicide on numerous occasions.
It was only the single minded search for my eternal love that kept me going, the
hope that when I found her, sow would be the answer to my prayers, and would be
able to unlock my repressed sexuality.
I trolled the red light district of the shanty town for hour after hour, my
depression growing with every disappointment. I was about to finally give up,
and try to find a dive where I could rent a room for the night when a seedy
looking character thrust a flier into my hand. I glanced down at the broken
english text on the yellowish paper, as much to pass the time as any real belief
that it could hold anything of real interest to me. It advertised a strip joint,
which was not unusual for the place I was in. Such fliers were forever being
handed out to attract patrons to the myriad of such establishments that abounded
in the town.
My eyes widened, and a surge of adrenalin flooded through my system, however,
when I read:
TITS GALORE
presents
Its greatest sensation
The largest set of tits on earth
MISS HUMUNGAS TITS
Could this be my darling sow? Was it possible that I had finally found her? I
searched the flier for the address of the strip joint, but it was not there. I
found out from a passer by that the establishment was in the seediest part of
town, and that you had to be mad to ever go there. People had been known to be
attacked and robbed in that area of the town, some even killed. I weighed up the
risks, but there was no real chance that I would not check this out. I was only
accosted twice during the long walk to the place I sought. But I am fit, and
have trained in the art of karate, and had no problem deflecting the would be
robbers. It cost me a small fortune to gain entry to the strip joint, but I paid
happily, and was soon seated at a bar away from the stage.
I had found throughout the many months of my fruitless search that bar tenders
were the people to talk to if you wanted information, so I had soon engaged this
one in friendly conversation. After a short while, and a couple of beers, I
broached the topic of the joint's main attraction. The bar tender was only too
pleased to satisfy my curiosity, and the more he revealed the more excited I
became. He informed me that the club's owners had brought the bitch from north
of the border about a year before. They kept her imprisoned on the premises,
bringing her out to perform only once a night. He waxed lyrical about the
enormity of the slut's tits, laughingly informing me that the joint's boast of
having the biggest set of udders on earth was the only true thing they ever
said.
All the time I slowly drank, and talked to the loquacious bar tender women
performed raunchy strip tease acts on the stage. Most of the performers would
have been in no risk of winning beauty contests, but all had large breasts which
they displayed to the avid punters with varying degrees of sensuality. Some
merely wriggled their shoulders, and shook their tits at the audience, while
others used their hands to caress and manipulate their enormous mounds for the
entertainment of the cat calling viewers. The bar tender, with a sly smile,
advised me that, for a modest fee, I could arrange to fuck any of the
performers, except for Miss Humungas Tits. Part of the deal when she was bought
was that she was never to be fucked. He didn't know why, and expressing the
opinion that it was a tragic waste.
All of this information only made me more certain that my search was over, and
the adrenalin rush that continued to wash over me soon had my heart pounding
with anticipation, and my cock stirring within my pants. I shifted my position
on the stool to disguise my growing arousal, while watching the latest performer
plunge a huge dildo into her wet pussy while, at the same time, feeding two
punters' eager mouths with each of her stiff teats. The night proceeded with
much of the same fare for hour after hour, performers coming and going in a
continuos stream. I slowed down my drinking, not wanting to risk becoming even
slightly intoxicated before the special act came on.
Eventually, late into the night, the announcer declared that the final act was
about to begin, the one we had all been waiting for, the fabulous Miss Humungas
Tits. With a mock severity he announced that the bitch had been particularly
evil recently, so we were to have the privilege of seeing her massive tits
whipped by way of punishment. My heart pounded with both excitement, and anger.
If the performer was my beloved sow I would be overjoyed, but to see her suffer
so would be heart rending. It was going to take all of my self control not to
mount the stage and actually kill the sadist. But I knew that I would not, for I
could not risk revealing myself, and thus jeapodising any plan I might formulate
to free her from her bondage.
The stage area was plunged into darkness for about ten minutes, obviously to
prepare for the performance. When the lights were again brought up my heart
leapt into my mouth. It was sow! I could not believe it. I had finally found
her. She was standing in centre stage, her hands tied above her head, and her
legs held wide apart by means of a spreader attached to her ankles. The gorgeous
creature was entirely nude. Her unbelievable breasts jutted out from her slender
torso, the stunningly beautiful mounds creamy skinned and smooth as silk, with
their nipples stiff and reddened.
My pulse raced with absolute joy while my eyes drank in sow's fabulous nudity.
It was obvious that the club owners kept her in good physical shape for her
voluptuous body remained as flawless as ever. I noticed that her pussy hair had
been allowed to grow, but could not hide the fact that her vulva lips, still
supported a number of silvery cunt rings, which, to my astonishment, had been
drawn together and locked up with a quite heavy padlock, which caused the plump
lips to droop down from her crotch. I knew that she could not see me in the
audience because her bondage would not allow it, and the lights would have made
seeing out into the darkened interior of the joint almost impossible anyhow. In
a way I was glad that this was so. I didn't want her reaction to recognising me
to give away the fact that we knew each other.
Standing next to the obscenely displayed sow was a muscular male, dressed as a
medieval punishment master, leather trousers, jack boots, leather gauntlets, and
a bare torso glistening with oil. From his right hand dangled a multi stranded
whip of particularly cruel design. Its four foot long strands were of braided
leather, and each was tipped with a stiffened leather lash. My heart went out to
my sweet sow. How could she bear to have her glorious breasts whipped with such
a brutal weapon. It must hurt her immensely, and what would it do to the perfect
skin of her soft, firm mounds was anyone's guess.
I watched the proceedings with growing trepidation. The bizarrely decorated whip
wielder snaked out his brutal weapon, and shook its multiple strands to ensure
that they were not tangled. Sow's chest heaved with anticipation, causing her
defenceless mounds to shudder deliciously. Not withstanding what was about to be
wreaked on my beloved sweetheart, I could not help but feel the exquisite
sensations of erotic arousal. The muscular man drew back the whip, and, after a
slight pause for effect, brought it lashing down onto the tender mounds of sweet
sow's breasts.
Sow shrieked shrilly when the pain bit, but strangely, shook her afflicted
mounds sensuously, as if she welcomed the torment that had been meted out to
them. The next blow was delivered with much more force than the first had been,
and caused the masses of her breasts to shake vigorously. Sow's shriek became a
squeal of hurt, and angry red weals were left on her creamy skin as the strands
of the whip fell away. More strokes were delivered, all cruelly savage, and all
were absorbed with renewed squeals and screams of pain and suffering from the
tortured sow. Soon her lovely breasts were covered with lurid welts and bruises,
and tears of pure anguish poured down her cheeks. But, amazingly, her shoulders
still revolved sensuously, seemingly offering her pain filled mounds for even
more torment.
My heart went out to my suffering lover, and I gasped with barely controlled
anger as each cruel stroke was delivered. To my surprise, however, I found that
my prick had become achingly stiff, and throbbed with erotic stimulation. I was
also quite shocked to notice that the nipples that capped sow's enormous, pain
soaked breasts had swelled magnificently, and visibly throbbed, and what even
more graphically displayed evidence that sow was sexually stimulated by her
ordeal was evident in the glistening moisture that had collected in her fluffy
pussy hair, and flowed so copiously from her sexual font that it caused the
insides of her trembling thighs to shine wetly.
The audience watched in silent rapture while the performance continued. The only
sounds in the room were the slap of leather on flesh, the grunts of effort from
the man doing the whipping and, of course, the squeals and shrieks of the lovely
sow. The whipping slowly built up to a crescendo, with the lashes of the brutal
whip slamming into the soft meat of the tormented tits in almost a blur, and
sow's shrieks of suffering taking on a completely ethereal quality. Suddenly the
lights went out, and it was over. It took a few seconds before the watchers
realised that the act was complete, and then raucous applause drowned out the
sobbing of my sweet sow.
I too, was caught up in the aftermath of the bizarre performance, but
fortunately regained my concentration in time to see sow being assisted down a
long passageway by two huge, muscular guards. I managed to get into the hall
myself before they disappeared, and noticed that she was escorted down some
stairs. I decided that they must be holding her in a basement area from this
evidence.
Meanwhile the establishment was preparing to close. It was only an hour or so
before dawn when I left. I didn't leave the area immediately but rather hid
myself, and waited for the staff to leave. I was sure that sow would not be left
unguarded, but I hoped anyway that I would be able to discover the whereabouts
of her imprisonment without alerting anyone to my presence. Once I had done this
I could plan a means of freeing her from her captivity, and arrange for our
ultimate escape while eluding detection.
Once I was satisfied that all was quiet in the establishment, and most of the
lights associated with it had been extinguished, I reconnoitred the perimeter of
the squat, single storied building, gliding silently around the extremities of
the square structure searching for any evidence of a basement that might be
obvious from the outside. I found only one small window, barred and grimy, a the
rear of the building. I lay on the ground and tried to pear in through this
small aperture. I was not able to see anything in the darkness and resolved to
return the next night with a torch.
The following night I returned as planned, armed with a pencil flashlight to
minimise the risk of being discovered. I did not actually attend the
performances, not wishing to see my sweetheart suffer again. Rather, I waited
patiently outside the establishment until all was quiet once again. I made my
way around to the window I had discovered the night before and, after wiping a
small section of the glass in the window as clean as I could, shone my tiny
flash light into the dark interior.
My heart skipped a beat at what the muted beam of light revealed. Sow, still
naked, was curled up on a mat on the bare concrete floor. A length of chain
fixed to a leather collar locked around her neck was attached to a metal ring
embedded in one wall. She was asleep, obviously exhausted by her ordeal in the
club, and even in these appalling surroundings, looked stunningly beautiful. I
noted that the skin of her breasts clearly bore the evidence of recent whipping,
but the welts were fading. From this I was able to surmise that not all her
performances involved punishment, at least not to her huge tits.
Having found out all that I could about sow's circumstances I left, and returned
to my cheap motel. I decided that my best chance would be to enter the club
before it closed, and try to hide somewhere until after it closed. Then I would
disable any guards that might be present, and free sow. To this end I purchased
a pair of light weight bolt cutters, and a tent like dress for sow. I secreted
both on my person before leaving my motel for what I hoped would be the last
time. I drove the beat up wreck I had been using to get me from place to place
throughout my search, and parked it a couple of blocks from the club. I was not
too worried that the car might be vandalised while I was away for it held no
promise of easy riches to any passing thief, in fact it blended in nicely with
the other run down vehicles parked in the street.
I made my way to the club and gained entry, being recognised as a patron from
two nights ago by the thugs that guarded the door. Once inside I immediately
checked out the mans room and was gratified to discover a broom closet in the
filthy room that looked like it was rarely used. I ensured that its door opened,
and that its interior would accommodate me. As soon as I was satisfied that it
would suit my purposes I made my way back into the main room and took up a stool
at the bar.
I could hardly watch the performances, such was the state of excitement and
anticipation in my mind. It was not the dangers that I might encounter after the
establishment closed that had my pulse racing, rather it was the anticipation of
holding my cherished sow in my arms once again. Act after act came and went. I
drank three or four beers, to maintain a normal appearance, and chatted with the
talkative bar tender throughout the night. Sow's act consisted of a normal strip
tease where she flaunted her massive breasts, and bizarrely locked up cunt, at
the audience, much to their delight.
As soon as sow's act was over I made a display of informing the bar tender that
it was past my bedtime, and made to leave. I wandered towards the door and, when
I noted that no one was watching, slipped into the bathroom. Fortunately there
was no one else in the room at the time so I quickly slipped into the dark
interior of the broom closet and settled down to wait.
The din associated with the club's normal activity soon began to ebb as patrons
began to drift out of it. My heart skipped a beat when someone entered the
bathroom and was obviously checking the stalls, presumably to make sure no
patrons had passed out in any of them. I prayed that the person would not check
the broom closet, and steeled myself to deal with him as quickly, and quietly as
possible, in the event that he did. To my relief the man, satisfied that all was
well, turned off the light and left. I waited for almost an hour before I
ventured out of my hiding place.
I moved as, silently as possible, down the darkened passageway. My ears were
pricked for the slightest sound, and my heart pounded with a mixture of
trepidation, and eager anticipation. As I approached the top of the stairwell
leading down into the basement, I began to discern a faint light coming from
below. When I reached the stairs I was relieved to see that they were
constructed from steel and not wood, lessening the chance of creaking noise
possible alerting the guard below to my presence. Never the less, I began my
descent slowly and carefully.
I slowly crept down the dim stairs, my sneakers making no sound at all. At the
same time my eyes slowly became accustomed to the watery light. I paused at the
bottom of the staircase, and peered into the cavernous room. The guard, a huge
swarthy man, running to fat, lay on a bunk snoring spasmodically. There were no
other persons present in the room, but I was determined to exercise extreme care
because this did not mean that other people were not present in other areas of
the building. I could see an open door leading to the area where sow was held
captive, in fact, I could just make out her bare feet in the opening where she
lay on the hard floor.
I carefully made my way across the room towards the sleeping guard. When I was
poised over his prone form I carefully reached down with both hands. It was my
intention to use one hand to keep him quiet while I used the other to press
against a pressure point that I knew would render him unconscious for at least
four hours. As soon as I touched him the man awoke with a start. I pressed my
fingers into his soft neck while holding my other hand firmly over his mouth.
My heart pounded with fear as I struggled to hold the huge man down while my
fingers did their work. After about thirty seconds the man's vigorous struggles
began to lose their force, and he slipped back into unconsciousness. When I
finally released my hold the guard was motionless, and his chest moved slightly
with his light breathing. I stood stock still, listening intently for evidence
that the struggle may have alerted any others on the premises. No sound greeted
me, and I sighed with relief. The noise we had made had also failed to arouse
sow, and I crept into her cell.
I gazed lovingly down at the sleeping form of my nude darling, marvelling at the
beauty of her enormous breasts heaving softly up and down with her even
breathing. My heart ached with longing, and it was all I could do to stop myself
from throwing myself on top of her and hugging her. But I somehow managed to
control myself and slowly knelt beside her and carefully placed a hand over her
mouth before shaking her awake.
Sow's eyes opened to reveal a confused expression. Then they widened in shock at
what she saw, then began to radiate extreme excitement and emotion. I managed to
bring a finger to my lips to indicate to her to be silent, and then drew her
warm nudity into my arms and hugged her while we both sobbed silently with
overflowing emotions. I kissed away her tears of unbridled happiness, then our
lips met in passionate joy. We kissed for five minutes before I breathlessly
broke of the embrace, my long, thick, achingly stiff prick pounding in my pants.
I whispered to the gorgeous girl, "You must be quiet my darling, in case we are
discovered before we can make our escape." Sow looked at me with tenderness
evident in her violet eyes, and nodded her understanding. I took off my knapsack
and took out the bolt cutters. I used then to sever the chain holding sow
prisoner at her throat. I then gave her the robe I had obtained, and she donned
it, hiding her voluptuous charms. The robe I had obtained was purposely meant to
disguise her magnificent, sensual body, and once she had it on you would never
have imagined the voluptuousness of the sexual beauty it so completely hid.
I took her hand and led her from the cell and up the stairs. We crept along the
passage until we entered the main area of the club. All was quiet, and dark, as
we felt our way to the main door. I was happy to find that the lock was of the
type that could be opened from the inside, and would automatically re-lock when
the door swung back. I opened the door by a mere crack, and peered out into the
night. Once I had satisfied myself that no one was lurking near the building sow
and I slipped out into the poorly lit street.
I took her hand and hurried her along down the street towards my car. As we
walked I explained to sow that we were going to leave immediately. We were to be
as far from this town as was possible before the owners of the club realised
that sow was gone. Sow herself just babbled out her pleasure at my having found
her, and how happy she was to be with me again, vowing that no matter what, we
would never again be parted. I could but only agree, and my cock, still stiff as
steel was clear evidence that this was so.
We got into the car and I started the engine and we moved off. I was extremely
careful not to attract any attention by breaking any traffic laws. I had no
doubt that the club owners would move heaven and earth to find sow. After all,
she was an extremely valuable asset to them, and to lose her was sure to affect
the profitability of their club. So I took special care not to be stopped in
case a corrupt law enforcement officer, endemic in these parts, might lead to
the club owners un-necessarily finding out about me, at least for the day or so
that it might take for the bar tender to put two and two together, especially
when he recalled the deep interest I had shown in sow, and the circumstances of
her being there.
