{Disclaimer: All characters in this piece are eighteen or over}

It had been a day of bad decisions for Helen. The first one was in letting her friend talk her into two bottles of wine, (and a J) just a little after twelve P.M. They’d giggled and chortled, even watched some porn. The issue with the day drinking was when she got home she was in no shape to cook for Elmer and passed out. Something he was none too happy about.

“WAKE THE HELL UP!!!” Helen lurched awake, she knew that tone and a cold shiver ran down her back. “God damn, I can smell the booze from here. I’m busting my ass and you’re getting piss-ass drunk and can’t make supper? Come here!” A screech left her throat when he yanked her by the hair off the couch. Helen struggled to discover her feet but he was pulling too fast and she was still half inebriated, not that it mattered, she knew he was taking her to the think-about-it room.

She’d all the time been compliant in her time outs but this time the booze and joint had her feeling defiant. The second bad decision was made. The room had a window just large enough to squeeze through that was never locked. Elmer saw no need for it, she wouldn’t dare do anything so stupid as to make an escape attempt. Helen decided to Use it. Let HIM have something to think about. The wondered of what his face would look like when he came back to discover her gone made a small huff escape her lips. It didn’t escape him though and he gave her a solid kick to the rump almost sending her ass over tea kettle into the room.

The door slammed and Helen listened as the sounds of his boots on the hardwood faded. She waited twenty more minutes then slowly lifted the window, backing out onto the dimly lit porch below. “You leaving?” A scream was cut short when his meaty paw found the back of her head and pulled it back sharply, she thought how her neck hadn’t snapped. “I told you not to hang out with that Kellerman bitch. Now your gonna pay for it.” Her hair was released and Elmer gathered both wrists up, jerking her back into an arched position.

One after the other he started harshly slapping her monumental tits while she hopelessly tried to twist away from the blows. Of all the days not wear a bra. Not that it would have helped, everyone she owned was lace, but it would have been something. He stopped after about ten minutes releasing her arms then ordered her to march as he pointed to the back kitchen door. She did so using the back of her hand to wipe the tears from her eyes.

“You stand right the fuck there and don’t even think about moving.” Helen mewed a soft yes sir hoping to appease him as he wandered down the basement steps. It hadn’t worked. She cringed when she saw what he held in his hands; baling wire and pliers. Elmer had grown up mending fences on his parent’s farm, he was adept at making wire knots. She soon found herself standing in the middle of the think room, wrists and ankles wrapped securely with the wire. Elmer wasn’t finished however and undid her blouse, roughly pulling her breasts free.

He took his time with the next wiring job, slowly winding four loops around the base of each breast before using the pliers to twist the ends tighter and tighter. “OH GOD STOP! PLEASE STOP!!” She could feel the coldness begin to form from lack of circulation and looked down, her tits were turning a grotesque shade of purple. “No, no, no.” He still wasn’t done and this time the scream came out painfully loud. A binder clip was fastened to each of her swollen nipples, a length of wire with a sixteen-ounce fishing weight attached. Helen was wailing, begging him to let her go, Elmer just left, grinning.

She was in agony, sweating profusely, and trying not to move lest the weights begin swinging. Then she heard and felt something, a twangy noise mixed with movement from her wrists. Elmer had overdone the twisting, the wire had snapped! She couldn’t believe it and quickly wiggled out of the broken wire, but in her haste mistakenly went for her ankles instead of the tortured paps. She muted a fuck, and not wanting to make a second trip down, chose them before attending to her woeful chest.

The binder clips came off almost causing her to black out, that left only the wire around her boob’s to be dealt with. It took some doing and more than one prick to her fingers but she got it done. Blood rushed back with an awful burning sensation to her abused nipples and she gently lifted each breast to suckle life back into them.

Helen’s eyes blinked, she stopped her suckling and looked over the mound of sweater meat in her mouth. There, on the floor by the door, were Elmer’s car keys. He’d dropped them and not even noticed. Mistake three formed in her mind. The car was outside, it would take her less than two minutes to get to it, begin it, and drive away.

This wasn’t the first time she’d been in this room and had taken precautions while he was at work to maximize her comfort level. One of which was to hide a copy of the door key. Elmer had a tendency to fall asleep watching television once he was satisfied she’d bedded down and she would sneak out to get a bottle of wine, then listen to her also hidden headphones till morning.

The door was unlocked with a soft click and she listened intently: sure enough, the sound of his obnoxious snoring greeted her ears. One step at a time, ever so quietly she made her way past him and out the back door, then it was a full-out sprint to the car.

Mistake Four happened.

A blaring alarm went off, she froze a moment before the adrenaline kicked in and the door was flung open. The key slid into the ignition, and she whispered “Thank god.” That soon turned to horror. It fit but didn’t turn no matter how hard or how many times she tried. “NO! FUCK NO! START YOU BITCH!!” A shadow moved on the porch, she turned and saw Elmer, his Tazer gripped in his hand approaching. The car may not have turned over, but the locks worked and she knew damn well he would not bust a window to get at her.

Elmer stopped in front of the car observing his wife’s face, she was scared but seemed to be quite happy with her door lock maneuver. He walked to the passenger side door, trying the handle a few times for effect. Helen started to form a cocky look on her face. It never made it to maturity. He hit the door lock button on his remote, and with his own snotty smile reached in. She got half a scream out before the Tazer shut her off.

A half-hour later Helen woke outside the car disorientated. It took a while for her faculties to clear, but once they did she realized Elmer wasn’t in sight. Quickly trying to push herself off the ground, while at the same keeping her head up in search of hubby, she found her hands wouldn’t splay. One look explained why “What… the fuck?” He tapped them into tight balls. Elmer’s voice came from the open car window.

“Get up.”

“Fuck you.”

Was the wrong answer. Her nipples exploded and much to her dismay she saw two strings had been knotted around them leading up and through the driver’s side window. He yanked while she howled finally finding her way vertical. Elmer kept pulling till her enormous tits had made their way past the open window into the cock pit of the car.

She was plastered onto its side, not being able to see her husband or what he was up to when she heard, then felt the car window. The fear boiled up inside and she begged. “Oh my god, Elmer please don’t cut my tits off!” She heard him snort a laugh as he raised it until she was hopelessly trapped by her mountainous chest.

She made mistake five.

“Baby please let me go. I promise…” The window, although it was tight, wasn’t unbearable. That changed with the word baby. Elmer hated it, she’d forgotten.

“WHAT DID YOU CALL ME!!” There was no time to apologize, he hit the button moving the glass into a while not agony-inducing position, it was a nonetheless painful one. The tension from her nipple strings was released and he maneuvered out of the car to speak.

“I don’t know what the hell got into you tonight. You damn well know you can get drunk and high whenever you want around here as long as you keep your end up. That bitch friend of yours has no respect for anyone or anything, and I’d say ain’t much of a friend considering your current situation.” He walked behind leaning into her ear. “You need some time to cool off and get your head back on straight. A night leaving you here till the crack of dawn…”

“Nooooooo, you can’t do that!” Surprisingly that wasn’t six.

“Yeah, I can. And you will cool off. Weather says heavy rain tonight.” Helen started to sob. “I don’t give a damn if you sleep, but I am warning you, there better be a hell of a good breakfast on that table when I greet it, or tonight’s going to seem like a church social.” He patted her ass,” Sleep tight.”

He ignored her pleas and sobs, along with the muted thudding of her hands on the car roof. Helen heard the back door shut and lock; the rain started not long after.

It was ironic in that the source of much of her pain that evening was now the only warm part of her body. Her breasts were inside while she shivered out. Elmer had used his car as the heaviest tit clamp ever. More than once Helen came out of sleep to discover her tit’s screaming in rage as she’d slide down the side of the car. It was frustrating as hell to bang her hands on the window, she wanted nothing more than to break it or her hands tying. The only thing that kept her warm was the heavy sobbing, being much akin to jumping jacks.

Dawn came, and true to his word, (he never said he would help in her release) the doors unlocked. A lot of fumbling took place but somehow she got the door open, and after a scary moment when her taped hands hit the up instead of the down window button, she was free. It took a good while before the stiffness in her back let her stand straight. She thought if anyone had seen her, or heard her yelps and whines. Nobody would have done anything, the neighborhood was not good; screaming was a ordinary sound. As far as seeing her went? She probably would have gotten raped. The pink in the sky was getting bright and she headed back to the house.

“How the fuck am I supposed to cook with my hands like this?”

She got her answer stepping onto the porch, Elmer had screwed a knife to one of the posts leading up. “Bastard.” After some careful motions, she had enough of the tape loose to use her teeth on the rest.

Eggs, bacon, pancakes, coffee. Everything else you can imagine faced him when he woke up. Elmer sat down and ate, not a word was spoken until he was almost done. “Under the table, I want a blow job.” Helen complied but he stopped her before she could begin. “Anything you care to voice before we continue?” She licked her lips while holding the meaty dick she loved.

“Yes sir. Next time you do that… fuck me really hard before you leave me.”

Helen never got to give a blow job, instead, she found her tit’s once again pinched by the car window as Elmer lifted her heels off of the driveway with every thrust.