This is the third part in the Liya’s series. Do read the first and second parts for a better taste of the series.

Liya lay spent and fell into a slumber after her morning shenanigans with the milkman’s son. She dreamt about cocks and cocks and cocks alone. Cocks in her pussy, cocks in her ass, cocks in her mouth, cocks on her tits. It was half past 10 when she heard the doorbell ring. She got up unsteadily wrapped around a dressing robe and opened the door. It was Raman uncle all dressed up for work. He barged inside pushing Liya holding her by the throat choking her.

“I see you’ve made that milkman’s son very happy! He could barely walk as he left your house. You rode him like a fucking whore didn’t you?!” he said and slapped hard on Liya’s pretty face. “Shame on you for riding a boy like that. Once you fuck a man’s cock you will crave for only a man’s cock you fucking slut.”

“Then fuck me uncle,” Liya rasped.

Raman hit her hard again. This time Liya felt the pain let out a shriek and her eyes welled up with tears.

“I will fuck you, you cunt. I will fuck you good and hard. I’ll fuck you so hard that your pussy and anus break and stretch to the point where they are never again useful for fucking. I’ll fuck you like you can never walk again. But not yet. You are gonna have to wait for my cock bitch.” Raman said and pulled the robe off of her. He pushed his entire fist into Liya’s pussy pushing her off balance and fisted her as she stood moaning rubbing her boobs. Right when she was on the verge of cumming her took his hand out, slapped her hard, spit on her face, spit inside her mouth. He then licked her pussy juices off his hand and left without a word.

Liya quickly locked the door behind him and slumped to the floor. She stretched her legs and started fingering herself but before she came her phone rang. It was her mother. She told Liya to get the clothes from the tailor to whom she’d given them earlier. The tailor had called to tell that the clothes were ready and he was leaving town the next day. So Liya had to get them today. Liya said okay and hung up.

There were a million messages from Preeti. She’d sent a few videos of Liya that were recorded without her knowledge while at the hostel. Liya lay on her bed, naked with her heavy boobs heaving as she fingered herself watching all those clips. But the one where the ugly fat conductor fucked her raw on the bus made her cum so hard that she squirted in ecstasy making the sheets wet. Liya lay in her pussy juices and piss till 2 in the afternoon. She woke up hungry and ordered some pizza. In the meantime she changed her sheets showered and dumped all her cum stained clothes and sheets in the washing machine.

After lunch Liya fell into a slumber again till the servant rang the bell at 4:30. Liya opened the door groggily and the servant finished her chores in an hour and left. Liya felt better and after having some leftover pizza she got ready to go to the tailor. It was a 5 minute walk from their house and Liya dressed very casually nothing fancy or revealing. A very loose kurti and palazzo with her regular minimiser bra. The cool evening breeze and familiar streets brought back so many memories of her childhood.

Liya was greeted by a very enthusiastic tailor. He was around 45 years and tiny in built. He had seen her since she was a little kid and stitched her uniforms and other stuff. Liya hated him and everything he stitched. He was a short and tiny man with an amazing grip in his hands. He would at all times grope Liya whenever he took the measurements. Liya had not gotten anything from him since her under grad.

“I’m here to pick up mom’s clothes. You called her in the morning right are they ready?”

“Yes Liya beta they will be ready in half an hour. Just finishing them up. You can sit here and wait. First tell me how you are doing. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you.”

“I’m doing good uncle. Thank you.”

“Your mom actually got a blouse stitched for you for the upcoming festival. It’s all done. Why don’t you try it beta?”

Liya was in no mood to try it on. As she sat thinking the tailor spoke,

“There is a trial room in the back. This shop is tiny yes but there’s a curtain and no one can see you. Do try it on beta. If there are any alterations I can do them now.”

His insistent tone mixed with a certainty that he was going to get a good peek as Liya changed spurred up her pussy. Instantly Liya’s nipples hardened and she was reminded of how much she craved cock. Liya politely agreed and took the blouse from the tailor which looked really tiny and she knew that it wouldn’t fit her come what may and went to the change in the back. The tailor led the way, turned on some lights and assured Liya that no one would see and that he was shutting the curtain tight. Liya held in her chuckle as she knew he would be peeking from the other side. The room was old and dusty with a big mirror infront of her. The mere excitement of changing in front of a stranger in a strange place made Liya so wet that she was surprised at the wetness in her panties. What was wrong with her?!

Facing the mirror with her back to the curtain, Liya slowly shimmied out of her kurti set it apart and tried on the blouse. It fit her hands well and she tried to clasp the hooks but there was no fabric left! She simply could not hook the blouse. As Liya kept pulling at the blouse her boobs struggled inside her bra and the blouse simply failed to contain them. It was way too small and tight. Her mother might’ve given an old measurement Liya wondered to herself.

The tailor called from the other side of the curtain. Liya could see his face peeking at her in the mirror.

“Did it fit beta?”

“No uncle it’s way too tight.”

“Oh is it. Where is it tight. I’ll loosen it up.”

“It’s tight around the bust. I don’t think this will fit me even if you loosen a few stitches.”

“It will fit you beta, I’m coming in to see exactly where the problem is.”

Before Liya could reply the tailor hurried in only to stop mid-stride with his jaw touching the ground! He was spellbound at the site of the busty goddess Liya standing there in only a blouse, bra and palazzo. Her mountainous cleavage was a carnival for his eyes. Liya’s hard nipples poked through the bra and she didn’t try to hide them or her cleavage and simply stood there, tits pressed forward, hands to her sides. Her perfect curves on the waist and delicious belly button were too much for the tiny tailor. It was surely the best day of his life!

Liya gently tapped the man on his shoulder. He was the same height as her but very lean in built. The tailor stepped out of his reverie, closed his mouth and moved close to Liya.

“Liya, beta you’ve grown into the most beautiful woman ever.”

“Oh thanks uncle.” Liya said in a flirty tone.

“Try the blouse without the bra beta. You don’t need a bra for my blouses. They will support you well. Here take off the bra.”

“Oh, okay uncle but please dont look,” Liya said and proceeded to get the blouse off first and then the bra. Neither Liya nor the tailor turned around and the tailor’s jaw hit the floor this time and he actually started drooling. Liya slowly stripped off the blouse and turned around with her back to the tailor.

“Unhook my bra uncle.” Liya said softly.

The tailor too stunned to react fumbled with her bra clasps and pushed the straps off her shoulders. Liya now stood with her bare back to the tailor who was standing so close to her and staring at her humongous boobies in the mirror. Liya slowly tried the blouse on taking her time and letting her titties put on a show. She tried to proximate the ends of the blouse but in vain.

“See uncle this is the problem” she said as she turned around.

The tailor’s eyes were popping out of their sockets and drops of drool fell onto Liya’s boobs from his mouth.

“Oh, uncle are you okay? Why are you drooling?”

“Beta… Sorry… I’m sorry… I wasn’t thinking properly. Here let me wipe it off.” he said. He then slowly started rubbing on Liya’s left boob near her areola. Oh how good his touch felt for Liya. Instantly her pussy started leaking and she could smell her pussy juices as for her nipples they could cut glass.

“Lift up your boobs beta” the tailor said.

He then lifted up Liya’s boobs fondling them and asked her to hold them high. He then tugged at the ends of the blouse and got the last hook to fit.

“Breathe in now beta” he said and fitted the hook above the last. Liya marveled at his act and held her massive boobs with erect nipples in her hands.

“Give me your boobs now beta” the tailor said.

“Here you go uncle” Liya said as she happily offered him her aching udders. The tailor marveled at

weight of her boobs and he started tucking them into the blouse. At first he was gentle and took his time groping every inch of her boobs and rubbing his drool which now flowed freely all over her boobs. He held each breast by the nipple pinched the nipples hard squeezed the hell out of them for what seemed like an eternity.

“Your boobies are so big beta they are like big balloons. How did they become this big beta?” he rambled on. Liya was in her own world of pleasure, she stood with her hands on the waist breasts pushed forward letting the man do whatever he liked.

“My god these boobies are fat. They are so fat. Fatter than a cow’s. You can feed the whole town beta. Just stand in the market area naked and everyone will suck to their fill.”

Without any protest from Liya the tailor grew bolder and started openly spitting on her boobs and massaging them. As he pinched her nipples and rolled them in his fingers Liya let out a soft moan.

“You like that huh you fat bitch. I’m going to make you scream now” the tailor said. He squeezed her boobs so hard and twisted them around so bad that Liya screamed.

“Shut up you whore,’ the tailor slapped her hard on her pretty face. First you come into my shop and change blouse in front of me and moan as I grope your boobs like a cunt and you now scream? Big boobed whores like you think you can win the world and that everyone else is a fool dont you. I’ll tell you who the fool is now.”

He pushed Liya to her knees,loosened his belt unzipped his pants and pushed his dick inside Liya’s mouth. He then rapidly slapped her cheeks for nearly a minute. They were red and swollen instantly. Liya’s eyes smarted with pain and she cried as she gagged on his cock. The tailor wasn’t wearing an underwear inside and his cock was very average and dark with lot of pubic hair. His pubic hair was so dense that the hair poked inside Liya’s nose and eyes.

The tailor pushed his whole length of 4.5 inches inside Liya’s mouth held her tight by her hair his hands behind her head pushing her into him. He was in such a frenzy to gag her that he was on his toes and leaned against Liya with his whole might. Liya loving the treatment but running out of air tapped on his thighs to let her go. But he did not let her go and held on for a long time. After a while he pulled his cock out slapped her again in quick succession spit on her and pulled her hair. He then pushed her to the floor with his leg and kicked her boobs like they were footballs.

This was new for Liya and she never expected this sort of humiliation from the tiny tailor. Liya cried out in pain and with each cry of hers he slapped her cheek and kicked her boobies. When Liya kept crying and screaming he kicked her in the face with his foot and pushed his toes inside her mouth.

“One more sound and I’m going to beat the hell out of you,” he threatened as he took the belt in his hands.

Liya’s eyes widened in fear. She immediately calmed down and sucked his foot earnestly. The tailor then ordered Liya to spread her arms away from her body. She obliged and he started whipping her fat tits with the belt. Each whip left a red mark on her gorgeous globes and she gulped down her screams. The tailor flung the belt apart and resumed kicking her in the boobs and belly with his foot. He suddenly spotted the wetness on Liya’s cream colored palazzos, pulled her to her feet, ripped off the palazzos turned Liya around and gave her the most painful wedgie holding her underwear tight and pulling it up. He held it so tight that the fabric was buried deep in her cunt and to the point of cutting her flesh. As Liya silently cried, the tailor cut the underwear away and pushed Liya down, hands on the floor and massive jiggly butt in the air facing him. He made her walk like that holding her hair till her head was against the wall.

He ordered her to stay in that position and went out of the room. The tailor closed the shutters to his shop locked it from inside and picked up a few interesting things and went inside. Liya found it hard to balance herself and the humiliation was just killing her. Her boobs were hanging precariously under almost touching the floor and tears rolled freely from her eyes.

The tailor walked beside Liya and kicked at her boobies under her till they rocked to and fro pulling her down. Everytime Liya fell off balance he kicked her in the belly from under her. He then ordered Liya to lie down on the floor on her belly and push her boobies to the sides. Liya obeyed and lay down boobs pushed apart hands under her chin. The tailor then suddenly stepped onto Liya’s boobs. Her boobs were so big that he could stand with both his feet on them in perfect balance.

Liya had never experienced these heights of pain before and wished she was on the bus with the stinky fat conductor fucking her. Liya was absolutely humiliated and powerless as the tailor kept standing on her boobs and pressing down hard. After he had his fill of boobs squashing he walked on Liya’s naked back and stood on her butt cheeks. Liya was grateful that he was a tiny man and though it was absolutely painful bearing his entire weight she lay still afraid of getting beaten up by the belt and what not.

Just like he footballed with Liya’s boobs he did with Liya’s heavy butt too only harder. Liya’s butt had the pleasure of getting singed by the belt whips too. The whips were powerful and quick and many. How Liya wished she could escape him.

“Please let me go home. Please stop. Please leave me alone. Please stop It hurts so much.” she sobbed and begged him.

“How dare you talk back to me while I work you, you nasty cunt” the tailor exploded pulling her up to a sitting posture holding her hair and turning her to face him and rapidly slapped on her cheeks.

These were the hardest slaps ever and Liya felt the air getting sucked out of her chest.

“This is your training. Every big boobed fat assed bitch like you needs to be trained this way. Look at how fat your tits are. How many such fat tits have you seen? Ever seen your ass. It is so fat it is so fat that it drives me crazy. Bitches like you are made to be used. Bitches like you need to be slapped, whipped and punished. I’m just starting bitch. Stay put” he spoke.

He tied Liya’s wrists together behind her and kicked her in the tummy making her roll around. He then lifted her ass up and inserted a small oil bottle about 2 inches wide and 4 inches tall into her butthole and pushed it in harshly. It was excruciatingly painful for Liya. He then pushed her down and ordered to sit against the wall. It was impossible to sit on the floor with the oil bottle inside her butt. It was so painful and hurting inside her hole so much. As Liya tried to sit in vain the tailor started slapping her again and pushed her down in a trice. Liya sat with a plop and put her entire hand inside her mouth to stop herself from shouting out aloud. The oil bottle went up her butt hole completely. Fresh tears broke down her face.

Liya felt absolutely defeated. She was tired and in a lot of pain. Just then he ordered her to spread her legs wide. Liya obeyed the pervert’s command and he stretched her legs to the maximum and tied them to some stools he had.

As Liya sat against the wall with the oil bottle up her ass hands tied behind legs stretched and tied, her pussy was on show fat, pink, clean shaved, shiny wet dripping and delicious. Liya was scared of the unknown imminent threats and sat still.

The tiny pervert tailor now stripped off his shirt and stood completely naked in front of Liya. He quickly grabbed her boobs and wound a rope around each of them tightly and those boobies stood on her chest like two footballs. He then connected the two ropes and lifted up her boobies and tied them up to some cloth lines hanging on the wall. Her heavy fat titties now stood more than a feet infront of her, completely squished and red with nipples hard and areolas puckered.

The tailor then expertly placed cloth hanging clips on her nipples and areolas. Liya tried her best to not make a sound and sat there shaking. Silently crying and wincing in pain. She wanted it all to stop now. She’d had enough. She just wanted to go home. But the perv was not done yet.

He clamped Liya’s clit with a big clip and pulled it hard. He then did the same with her nipples. He pinched the clips hard and pulled her fat tits by the rope. Liya felt her whole self moving forward each time he pulled her. He then started his signature move, kicking with feet this time it was her pussy’s turn.

The creepy perv after degrading Liya for a while with a lot of verbal abuse and spit and slaps finally freed her of the bounds and stood her up against the wall. He then fucked her, he fucked her good, he fucked her hard, he fucked her with everything he’s got and fisted her rapidly. Liya was not getting horny again and all the pain she’d been through seemed worth this fucking and she gyrated on his hand happily. Her whip and slap marks singed with pain which now felt like more pleasure to Liya and she totally fell for the tiny pervy tailor and was ready to submit herself to him. If this is what pleasure is she wanted it all and she was now ready to undergo any form of humiliation and degrading to get there.

The tailor after fisting Liya started fucking her again hugging her and started nearing his orgasm. Liya sensing this held him close with her now free hands pulled his face into her boobs held him there by the back of his head and cummed with him. As he was about to pull out she stopped him,

“Please cum inside me, master” she pleaded him.

The perv’s ego was more than satisfied hearing such a request from Liya and cummed deep inside her pussy. He then fell exhausted into Liya’s arms and she supported all of his weight. After steadying his breath the prevy tailor lifted Liya’s face wiped her tears away pushed her hair back and kissed her hard sucking her tongue biting her lips. Liya kissed him harder and they stayed that way for a while.

Suddenly the tailor broke their kiss and spoke fast to Liya,

“You can find some clothes here. Get dressed and go home. It’s 9:30pm. I’ll be outside. I gotta pee. Tell me after you’re ready. You need to sneak out so that no one sees you.”

“Wait, master can i ask you something.”

The tailor happy at being addressed master moved close to her fondled her boob and asked,

“What is it my cow?”

“Master, please I want to taste and feel your precious pee. Please pee on me master.”

“Really you fat whore, you want my pee? How bad do you want it?”

“I want it more than anything else master. I will do anything for it.”

“Careful what you ask for cunt, you will do anything for my pee?”

“Yes master anything.”

“How about 10 whips on your fat boobies, huge butt, face and cunt? Ready cow?”

Liya obliged without hesitation.

The tailor impressed with his slave whore settled with 5 whips each on her boobs, butt and pussy. The 5 hardest slaps on her face. Then she readily sat down in front of him hands behind her body.

“Please master” she pleaded him.

The tiny perv was having the time of his life degrading a young, gorgeous, beautiful well educated busty big assed girl kneeling in front of him naked covered in his spit, whip marks, slaps, pussy full of his semen waiting for his urine.