Breast Quest - Chapter 5

“Wha-wha-whaaaa...?!” I uttered, stunned at what I’d just heard. It was actually enough to sober me up! “You’re giving him… 2000 gold… so I can get a dance?!”

“Of course! You know me, always generous!” Mena smirked with a wink as she pulled me away from the counter. While the man began counting the gold, Mena whispered to me, “Those two have to be the main security. I need their focus elsewhere, I don’t want them riding my ass… so I’d rather they ride your willy~”

I’d never agreed with anything more in my life! I was shaking, I could feel my cheeks starting to hurt from how big I was smiling. Really, I had to have looked ridiculous because Mena started giggling. “Geeze, don’t blow your load THIS soon! Try and last atleast thirty seconds in there for me, okay? Maybe tell ‘em to ease into it...”

The man behind the counter finished his count and pointed at me as he yelled aloud, “Sharifa! Nathifa! Need another double dance for our esteemed guest here...”

I glanced at the catwalk and the two lovely women had their eyes on me. My breath was quickening already, I couldn’t believe this was happening! And what happened next, honest to God almost made me melt.

The two of them started to approach, and they opted to skip the stairs. Instead they hopped straight down from the catwalk, landing oh so gracefully, which was an amazing feat in those heels. And this had to have been practiced because the way they did this landing, their fantastic, enormous breasts bounced MADLY! Their tits danced so tantalizingly just with their walk towards me, I couldn’t even dream of taking my eyes off of them…

“Well hello there~!” Nathifa said. At-atleast I think it was her, maybe? I can’t even pretend to really know which said it. I don’t think I’ve ever struggled more to maintain eye contact more than in that moment, and think of the ground that covers!

“So you’re our next little plaything, huh…?” Sharifa purred.

The two of them stood directly in front of me, leaning in reeeeaaal close. They were shoulder-to-shoulder with each other as well. A small moan escaped my lips as I saw the sides of their stunning breasts gently touch together. They were so beautifully displayed, as I could see entirely down the center of them, the deep crevice where one tit kissed the other.

The dancers were so close to me that I could feel the body heat emitting from them, the scent of sex consumed me… I was caught in their aura.

“I-I-I-I-...” I stammered. It sounds embarrassing, but they actually didn’t react at all, just patiently waiting for me to reply. They must be very, very accustomed to dealing with guys like me… “Can’t… stop staring...” I admitted.

“Ah, that’s okay.” Sharifa casually responded.

“Yeah, we’ll guide you! You don’t have to avert your gaze for even a moment~” Nathifa added.

Indeed, the two of them each took one of my arms, getting even tantalizingly closer in the process. I had such a lovely view, an immaculate cleavage on either side of me. And their breasts continued to sway so close together… I just wanted to dive headlong into the sea of titflesh before me…

The ladies proceeded to patiently walk me up the steps and to the catwalk. It was quite kind of them - obviously I wasn’t able to watch where I was going!

Mena yelled out to us, “Give it to ‘em as long as he can stand! He likes it that way!” with a smile.

I was really starting to like that thieving friend of mine, gotta say...

Finally the dancers had me on the platform. There were a few poles lined along it. It was easy for my imagination to run wild.

“So I’m sure you know this already, but the general rule of thumb applies.” Sharifa began, swaying in front of me once again. She spoke calmly, but firmly. Mmm… so firm…  “We touch you. You don’t touch us.”

“You gonna be able to keep your hands to yourself during the dance?” Nathifa asked, staying behind me. “I know it might not be as easy to resist as it sounds. And you definitely wanna be honest with us~”

“...I’m already struggling.” I admitted, gazing up and down Sharifa’s impeccable figure. And I was being quite truthful. It took every bit of restraint I had to keep from running my hands across her curves.

Nathifa nodded. “Well, you won’t have to worry about the temptation, we’ve got you covered.” she responded, as she produced a silk cloth. She proceeded to take hold of one of my wrists as she stepped behind me.

I heard Sharifa speak up again. “Don’t worry, she’ll be real gentle. Just relax~” She whispered into my ear, before commencing a slow and sweet massage, her delicate fingers working over my back.

She definitely knew what she was doing. I was becoming putty in her hands, so much so that I was barely aware of Nathifa tying my wrists together behind my back.

Still, in that moment I didn’t have either of their heavenly bodies in my line of sight. And that allowed me enough lucidity to remember the mission. I took the chance to glance around the room and realized I couldn’t see Mena anymore…

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As the dancers escorted Asher to the pleasure place, Mena scanned the room and noticed a large guard slowly walking over to a door - the one door in the place she hadn’t yet entered as far as she knew.

In quite the show of stealth, she slinked from the counter directly behind the large man as he walked by. She stayed just behind him in such a way that she not only stayed out of his vision, but used his frame to hide herself from anyone else as well.

The man unlocked the door and stepped inside. As he turned to close the door behind him, he was none the wiser that he’d let an uninvited guest in along with him.

Before he could lock the door again, Mena’s gloved left hand clasped around his mouth as her right arm wrapped itself around his neck. The man attempted to yell but his cries were muffled. He struggled to stay on his feet. And it became all the harder once Mena leaped onto his back, wrapping her powerful legs around his waist.

The man could remain upright no longer, tumbling to the floor with Mena underneath him, her chokehold and bodyscissor combo proving effective as she tightened her grip. He flailed fruitlessly, unable to do anything with all of his strength.

“Shh-shh-shh… don’t cause any fuss now.” Mena quietly insisted. “The less guards I have to worry about, the better. Just go to sleep now and I won’t have to do anything more to ya.”

The man’s body slowly went limp in Mena’s arms. She smiled. “One down.” She muttered as she released him.

Mena stood up and surveyed the scene. The space around her was a bit cramped, but an alcove to the left seemed to lead into a larger space. There was a window directly across from her. She was a bit mortified to realize that at first, and almost relieved upon closer inspection to find that it was padlocked from the inside. Turns out her way of getting in was, in fact, the more quiet and stealthy approach after all.

She put a finger to her chin in contemplation for a few moments, before pulling out a needle from behind her ear. The expert thief took the needle to the lock and, within a few seconds, managed to undo it. Mena cracked the window just to test how easily it opened, and smirked. The more quick escape routes she had to choose from, the better.

Mena then hugged the wall as she peered around the corner. Indeed, the room widened out from there into what looked like a guard’s lounge.

Several small tables lined the room, clearly hastily taken from the VIP area as they were adorned in fancy tablecloth. The same likely explained the stage curtain that leaned against the wall.

Five men dressed the same as the one Mena just disposed of were sitting around the room, killing time. Or rather, four of them were sitting around while one was pacing around anxiously.

“What are you so worked about?” one of the other guards spoke up. “We’ve never had a problem, not a one. What’s so different about today?”

“I don’t know! I don’t know, okay?” the high strung one replied. “Just, got a bad feeling I can’t shake. It’s probably ‘cause of how complacent everyone else is around here! You’re all too lax!”

“For good reason!” one of the others responded with a casual smirk. “This job is cake, man. That treasure they got, it’s behind a safe. And that safe is behind US. And WE are in a locked room. A locked room with a door you’ll never even see if you’re not a Pasties VIP for God’s sakes! It’s secure as can be. There is NO danger here.”

“Grrrgh, yeah well, I happen to think guards should act like guards...” the pacing man spat.

Mena’s ears perked up at the prudent info. It’d been a while since she’d had to crack a safe. This was also definitely more guards than she was expecting for such a small area, but it certainly implied they had something very valuable to steal. She licked her lips as she lingered on the thought…

Silently, she waited for the pacing man to pass by the doorway. Once he did, she shadowed him just like she did the first guard she encountered. As soon as she got close enough to a table, she ducked under it. The man sitting at the table didn’t even notice as she slinked just between his legs.

Mena peered up his frame, happy to see how little attention he was paying to anything around him as he sat there staring quietly at his drink. He seemed glum, and it was clear this wasn’t his first glass.

‘Lookin’ a little lonely… wonder if he doesn’t get much attention from girls.’ Mena thought with a smirk. ‘Well, I can fix that~’

She had no room for error for her next move. With nimble grace, she leaped up from under the table to land on his lap, hand clasped over his mouth.

His eyes went wide, a groan muffled by her palm.

Mena took a moment to gauge what kind of view the others would have of them if they happened to glance over. As she did this, her shapely ass brushed his crotch, and the thief felt an erection growing in record time. She smiled at the guard, who must’ve been quite the submissive male…

She then proceeded to drag her ass across his bulge quite deliberately as she spun around to wrap her legs around his neck. Her legs locked, thighs pressing deeply against the sides of his throat as she yanked him by the hair to pull his face into her backside.

Mena put the squeeze on him, leaning down until his neck was cranked so far forward that his body blocked her off from the view of the others.

The guard flailed mightily… at first. But as she kept leaning down, eventually her soft, huge breasts pressed into his groin, and suddenly he froze. This wasn’t quite on purpose but when she noticed, a devious smile crossed her face. Mena wrenched on her headscissor repeatedly, and with every jerk, her tits swayed back and forth on his cock.

It was certainly an easy way to get him to stop fighting! Though he couldn’t contain his moaning, muffled by her voluptuous cheeks, which only served to rob him of his oxygen all the faster.

Mena felt his cock twitch betwixt her bountiful bosom… and just as he faded to unconsciousness, one final powerful twitch signalled that she’d just finished him off in more ways than one.

‘Hah, wow, he really was lonely! I should charge him for that.’ Mena mused to herself in her head as she slowly slinked back to the floor. ‘Maybe I should consider applying for Sharifa and Nathifa’s gig… nah, wouldn’t be as fun if it wasn’t part of a heist.’

She waited under the table once more. Eventually the anxious man paced back towards where she was hiding and he saw the now passed out guard, his head hanging limply forward. And the high strung man was not pleased.

“Grant! GRANT!” he shouted. “Are you asleep at your post?!”

As he yelled, the others rolled their eyes and glanced away from the scene. The man stormed over to the table and grabbed the unconscious guard by the shoulder, shaking him. “Hey! HEY! Wake up! C’mon, you’ve got a job to do!”

Not wanting him to be stirred awake, Mena leaped into action, grabbing the new man from behind. Once more her hand clasped over another guard’s mouth, this time as she yanked him under the table with her and pinned him to the ground.

For just the briefest of moments she saw the shock and confusion in his eyes before she thrust her generous bosom into his face. This was more than enough to completely silence his shouting. His legs were still frantically kicking however, until Mena slid onto him and locked her legs around his. He tried to pound the ground but she grabbed his wrists as well. The man was entirely trapped now and couldn’t even make any noise in defiance.

“Definitely too anxious for your own good.” Mena whispered. “You could use a nap, you little whacker.”

She leaned in to press her tits around his head all the deeper. As she did this, she remained alert, watching for the feet of the other men. But there was no shuffling of shoes, so they hadn’t been alerted yet as far as she could tell from her vantage point.

His squirming continued, much to Mena’s annoyance. “Stop that.” she sighed under her breath. “All you’re doing is ticklin’ my titties.”

She brought her shoulders close together so as to squeeze his face with her incredible breasts. Before long, he too was out. Mena had now patiently taken down three of the six guards.

Her confidence was building as she crawled out from under the table. She was being pretty bold, not even really hiding as she approached the last three men.

Perhaps too bold, as she would regret it when one of the men unexpectedly rose from their table and started turning her way. Mena jolted to her left behind the stage curtain.

While the curtain was long enough to conceal her, it’s close proximity to the wall presented a problem. She could get most of her voluptuous form behind the curtain, but her enormous breasts were clearly poking through the fabric! For once, she found herself cursing her generous endowment under her breath.

Fortunately the man was holding up a news chronicle and was a little too invested in it to see Mena scurry about as he walked. He wouldn’t have noticed anything amiss… if not for the fact that as he walked by, his shoulder brushed against the soft twin mounds!

With a puzzled look he turned to his side in time to see Mena’s bosoms jiggle and bounce behind the velvet red fabric. “Wh-what the Hell…?” he uttered, staring at the mysterious yet alluring bulge. He reached for the curtain…

...when suddenly it opened, revealing Mena’s pissed off expression; she already knew her cover was blown so she was acting while she still had some element of surprise left. “Damn you!” she growled as she unleashed a brutal snap kick right to his groin!

He let out a pained wail as he started to fall but she stopped that by grabbing his collar with one hand whilst the other came to a sharp point as she clapsed her fingers together. She stabbed her hand into his throat, instantly gagging his scream - though it was far too late to keep the others from noticing the sound of course.

“What on Earth?!” one of them yelled.

“Shit, a thief really did come today!” another shouted in awe.

Mena had to focus on finishing her current victim before the others got involved. She proceeded to rake her fingers across his eyes, adding to his misery. He’d gotten his feet behind him enough to stand straight up and reach for his eyes as he tried to back away from the sudden onslaught of feminine wrath he’d incurred. But Mena was still holding onto his collar and she managed to drag him back towards her.

She pulled him into a front facelock, bashing the crown of his head into the wall behind her as she doubled him over. Finally, she uncoiled a brutal knee to his nethers! ...And then a second, and a third!

By this time, the other guards had finally swarmed in on the scene, so Mena had to finally let the poor bastard drop. He was in the fetal position clutching his wounded groin, likely not going to be a threat for a while.

With a quick leap backwards, Mena managed to escape the grapple of the nearest guard, and she landed with her fists up. She let out a sigh as it was clear that the direct approach was the only one available now.

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Now that my hands were properly secured, Nathifa and Sharifa went to work with their tease. Sharifa’s massage continued, her skilled hands bringing chills down my spine whilst Nathifa stepped back in front of me and commenced her dance.

Her flexibility and control over her incredible body were on display immediately. To say her thick, round hips were sashaying back and forth feels like underselling it. She flowed with an indescribable elegance.

There was a band playing music in the background but she was so inhumanly in tune with the beat that it seemed to quickly blend into her movements. And of course I watched her magnificent tits the entire time as they seemed to independently dance as well, and I was stunned to see that they had the same perfect rhythm.

They bounced heavily with every bassy beat of the drum. They shook briskly with each strike of a cymbal. And they jiggled in sync with the reverberation of the sitar. It was awe-inspiring…

My cock twitched mightily in my pants. A longing moan escaped my lips as it became all too stark just how effortlessly they could make me cum.

Nathifa did turn around for her next portion which slowed things down a bit for me. I’m as focused a titman as you’ll ever find after all, but that’s certainly not to say I can’t appreciate a nice ass. And hers was far beyond nice.

That thong of hers was so thin and tight, showing off her large supple cheeks as they shook and bounded up and down. She really was voluptuous, back and front alike…

She certainly knew how to put this on display too, bending over and popping her ass up and down repeatedly. As she did it, she subtly slinked away, giving room for Sharifa to slip in front of her.

Her dance was quite a bit different. Whilst Nathifa was dutifully in line with the music, Sharifa seemed to rebel. She swayed and moved with the same elegance, but to her own beat, and put her delicate hands to my chest as she did it, much closer to me than Nathifa was.

As I gazed down at her incredible body, I could start to sense a lot from sheer body language. Her lips seemed to crave a kiss… her arms demanded an embrace. Her legs and hips begged me to take her, and her breasts moved so wildly that they felt in desperate need of a pair of hands to keep them still…

When she leaned her head down I realized her eyes were a bit glazed over as if she’d put herself in a trance with her own movements. It was as though her body had a mind of it’s own, and it was very, very horny…

At one point I realized what beat she was truly following… when I noticed that her tits were bouncing with the same frequency at which my erection was twitching. An intense friction started to form in my pants as they sped up, and I quickly came to a howling orgasm, letting that whole room know I’d reached my peak.

It took me a little bit to catch my breath after that. When I opened my eyes again, I saw Sharifa’s mischievous smirk. Seemed her trance had passed.

“You love titties, don’t you?” Sharifa asked, gently grabbing her bosoms and pushing them together. “I mean every man does, but you… you’re obsessed with breasts.”

As I was trying to stammer out a reply, I was cut off by the approaching Nathifa. “I think you’re onto something...” she noted as she stepped over beside her sister. With the smallest turn, she very intentionally had one of her own enormous breasts press up against Sharifa’s.

Another groan escaped my lips as I longed to stick my cock between those four beauties… and I realized then that, in spite of making a mess on myself already, I was still just as hard as I was a few moments ago.

And if I thought they had me under their control before, I hadn’t seen anything yet.

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Mena ducked the punch of one guard, then launched a high kick into the face of the other, greeting him with a flash of panties just before impact. A spinning backfist to the first attacker forced him to back away, holding his face in pain. As she spun into the move, Mena’s breasts swung with the same might as her arm.

She started to hop up and down from one foot to the other, getting more into the fight as her initial rage was subsiding. “Come on, then! Take me down, tough guys!”

The guard who just got kicked was aggravated by this. He charged her and went for a tackle. Mena leaped clear over him with a front flip and landed behind him as he staggered forward. From there, Mena dashed at the unsuspecting second guard. As if to show the other how it was done, she tackled him right to the ground!

Her feminine form was on top of him, her chest pressing deeply into his own. She pinned his hands to the floor and waited, using her leverage advantage to overpower him. The other man thought she’d left herself wide open doing this, but it was a trick. When he rushed in once more to try and attack her from behind, she popped her hips and launched both feet upwards into a devastating mule kick to his stomach!

This knocked the wind right out of the man as well as doubling him over. Mena proceeded to spin on the ground to launch a roundhouse kick to his head, sending him careening to his left!

As she finished the spin, she leaped to her feet. The man she’d just pinned down was already scrambling to a standing position as well, but she interrupted this just in time to wrap an arm around his neck and crank his head forward in a Front Facelock. She controlled him for a half-second, just enough time to pull his face into position to meet her rising knee. The rock solid kneecap blasted him with enough force to launch him onto his back yet again.

As she did this, the man who’d taken a ball busting struggled to his feet. His movements were sluggish, as he was clearly still in a ton of pain. Mena saw him and waited, as he slowly took his hands away from his groin to enter some sort of fighting stance.

The split second that he did this, Mena dropped to a knee and unleashed a furious uppercut right into his crotch! He went cross-eyed from the sudden explosion of pain on top of what he was already feeling, and his body seized up, leaving him defenseless against the quick one-two punch combo that followed, a swift fist for each nut!

He collapsed to the floor in a fetal position with an anguished scream yet again. As he did this, the guard who just took the knee to the face was staggering over, now sporting a bloody nose. Mena was still kneeling down as he reached towards her, but once again the thief was just setting bait.

In a single motion, she launched to her feet and arched her back, sending the back of her head smashing into the man’s already damaged face, a reverse headbutt after a fashion. He recoiled backwards as Mena spun to face him. A solid uppercut to the gut forced him to keel over and take a chop to the back of the neck which sent him to the ground.

Mena kicked her leg up as high as she could, her skirt becoming totally useless at covering her lower half as she did so, before delivering a solid axe kick to the back of the man’s head. This knocked him out cold.

However, the only guard left standing managed to sneak up behind her while she was preparing that kick. And he finally caught her off guard, wrapping his arms around her waist to put the squeeze on her.

“Aw, dammit!” Mena cursed, mad that she’d gotten too cocky.

She was quick to react however, jumping to a classic self defense technique. She stomped heavily on the man’s foot to stun him. Then, she managed to weaken his grip, using her shoulders to drive his arms apart. This gave her enough space to deliver a solid back elbow to his groin and her aim was very true, the most solid point of her elbow nailing his soft nuts!

As he cried out in pain and began to fall, Mena dove into a handstand, wrapping her legs around the man’s neck and forcing his face into her supple ass. Not that it mattered so much anymore but his shouts were muffled by her sizable cheeks whilst her thighs clenched tighter around his throat.

Mena took a moment to catch her breath now that she had things under control again. She snickered a bit as she watched the other conscious guard flail in misery on the ground, tending to his devastated junk. He was crawling slowly on the floor towards a table.

As the thief watched this, she hooked her legs together and even grabbed one of her ankles to pull it in tighter, putting every bit of strength in her lower body into this reverse headscissor. After a minute or so, the man’s struggle slowed to a halt.

And so the thief let his face slip down her ass as she rose, still keeping her eyes locked onto the only remaining guard.

The man was still on the floor, though he’d managed to grab onto a tablecloth. He might as well have been climbing a steep cliff face as he pulled himself up with great effort.

Mena quietly stepped directly behind him, keeping a yard or two of distance. She had quite the smile on her face as he was finally up, but on shaking, spread legs, his hands clutching the tabletop to try and keep himself upright.

She couldn’t resist. She charged forward, breasts bounding with every step. Making fine use of her momentum, she launched a running punt kick between the unsuspecting man’s legs, her shin nailing his balls with a staggering force. His hips jerked up, his feet lifting off the ground by a few inches off the impact. And once more he collapsed in a heap in that familiar position.

He looked up at Mena with a pitiful expression as he cried out in agony yet again, and she just laughed.

“Wh-wh-whyyy…?!” he squealed, quivering with pain. “Why my baaaallls?!”

Mena shrugged. “You got some really kickable nuts, mate. Ain’t my fault.”

The thief began to turn and walk off, and the man cried out, “A-Aren’t you gonna knock me out…?”

“Do I have to?” she answered back without turning back to him.

He tried to move and realized he couldn’t. His whole body was too busy seizing up from the shock of pain that kept emanating from his loins.

But while he couldn’t move, the first guard Mena took out by the door did manage to stir awake. He was in a daze, largely unaware of what happened… but he did know he’d been attacked. And he vaguely recalled a feminine figure pressing against his own…

He clearly wasn’t ready to fight in that state, so instead he stepped through the door looking for help.

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The maid had been tailing them from a distance for some time. But to get a good view this time around, she had to be pretty close, standing just outside the tavern and peering in through the window. And she saw the stray guard going off to find reinforcements.

Loretta sighed heavily seeing this. “...Dammit...”

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Now that they knew my weakness, they were exploiting it for all it was worth! Ohh, I was in such a euphoric state! Sharifa was in front of me, Nathifa behind me.

The latter held my arms and pressed her tits deeply into my back whilst Sharifa did the same to my chest! My moan was intense and shameless, I was finally sandwiched between those four, beautiful breasts!

“This will be fun… we’ve never done it before!” Sharifa noted.

“Yeah.” Nathifa nodded. “You’re the first to experience this one...”

I had no idea what they were talking about, until Sharifa ducked down in such a way that her enormous tits brushed all the way down my chest and torso to my abdomen. I shivered with pleasure… and as she was making her way up, Nathifa took to brushing her bosom down my back in the same fashion!

I let out a gasp of stunned pleasure as they repeated this heavenly motion! I was getting a full scale tit massage from two sides! It was unreal!

My legs shook as I came to another trembling climax! I just, had no chance of lasting for long, not against a sensual force like this one! But at the same time, my arousal was such that once again, my dick refused to stop saluting their perfect bodies! It remained rigid around them, no matter what!

Sharifa giggled as she backed away. “My, my, what a marathon man~”

Whether that was a sarcastic mocking of my quick ejaculations or genuine praise for my erection’s endurance, I couldn’t quite tell.

In any event, Nathifa continued working her breasts up and down my back as Sharifa climbed onto the stripper pole behind her. Nathifa inched me closer as her sister showed off some impressive skills, climbing briskly to the top of the pole with ease. She whipped her legs backwards to hook her thighs to the pole, and began a classic spin on the way down, her enormous breasts swaying…

...suddenly I realized what was happening. She approached with her slow descent, and timed it perfectly so that her breasts swung and nailed me in the face! There was no malice behind it, it was mocking force at worst and… GOD, it was incredible! It was a taste of what I’ve been hoping to get from the maids this whole time, and she just gave it to me for free!

...Well, she gave it to me for 2000 gold I guess, but still! Small price to pay to get attacked by a pair of tits like hers!

Sharifa proceeded to slide down to land on her knees on the platform. And she swiftly reached forward with both hands to grab at my waistband. She licked her lips like she was starved for cock as she ripped my pants down to her ankles.

The dancer stared at my erection bulging through my boxers and gasped, an awed tone that was wholly unfamiliar to me. “Whoa! Wow! Look at that huuuuge tent you’re pitching!” she exclaimed, a hand to her cheek in amazement.

“Wh-what…? Me?!” I asked, bewildered.

“Hahah, yeah, you! That is YOUR huge dick in there, isn’t it?” she laughed as she casually put her hand to my boner, and I swear a bolt of ecstacy emitted from her fingertips. “Mmmm… that’s the biggest I’ve seen in a whiiiile...”

She was definitely just playing with me… but man did I love being played with! My body was awash with delight at her touch, her words, her wondrous form…

“You know what I want more than anything else in the world right now…?” Sharifa asked, batting her eyes as she gazed up at me from her knees.

“Wh-what? Please tell me!” I frantically responded.

Sharifa bit her bottom lip as she took the same hand that’d just touched my member and slid it down her impeccable cleavage. “For your cock… to go right here.”

“WHAT?!” I shouted with a gigantic smile on my face.

“Heheh, you heard me!” Sharifa giggled before donning the most seductive tone she could muster, a small moan filling every pause. “That big hard cock is a savage beast, and there’s only one way too soothe it. And that’s with a nice… soft… hugggg~” and as she finished saying this, she groped herself and brought her tits together gently. They nearly spilled from her skimpy bikini as she did this.

My very soul craved this. I was just losing it as I trembled and shouted, “YES! YES! YES, PLEASE, PLEASE!” and without even realizing it I’d begun doing pelvic thrusts towards her.

Sharifa donned a sad expression. “Ohhh, but there’s a problem. See… you’re not allowed to touch me, so you can’t put it in there yourself. And, well… I’m all the way over here and I’m so comfy on my knees.” she pouted. The dancer leaned to the side to glance at her sister. “Hey Natty? Can you help us out with this little conundrum?”

It was only then that Nathifa let up with her titty massage. “Ohhh, I suppose I can do that...” she coyly responded.

She held my arms back and slowly put her heeled foot to my backside. Gradually… painfully gradually, she started to push in with her foot, forcing my pelvis forwards.

My genitals came tantalizingly close to Sharifa’s awaiting bosom… my dick was just an inch away from contact when Nathifa stopped and I heard her wry laugh behind me.

“Mmm, this is hard work pushing you like this.” she lied, keeping her foot exactly in place. “I think I need a small break...”

“D’awww, Natty, c’mon! Don’t be such a cocktease~” Sharifa joked. “I mean teasing him is one thing, but teasing ME with his huge cock, that’s just mean! You know how bad I get around the big ones… my titties want ‘em so baaaad~”

It probably goes without saying but I was absolutely losing my mind as this was happening.

“Oh, fine, fine…” Nathifa responded with a put-on sigh. Her foot slowly removed itself from my ass and was clearly cocking backwards, ready to kick me right into bliss! And believe me, I’d never wanted a kick in the ass so badly! I was practically salivating at what was about to happen… Sharifa pulled her tits apart to make room for my junk and I just knew she was about to smother my throbbing dick like nobodies’ business! I was, so, SOOO ready and then…

“Sharifa! Nathifa!” came a gruff male voice. “We have a Code Blue, repeat, a Code Blue!”

In that next instant, Sharifa was off her knees and standing upright, and Nathifa wasn’t holding onto me anymore. My haze was such that for a moment I thought this was still part of the tease… but as I glanced around, I realized that was definitely not what was happening.

The dancers were turned towards the guard, looking intently. Their expressions were a total 180 from what I’d been seeing, Sharifa’s fun loving smile and Nathifa’s bemused sarcasm had disappeared.

“What’s the situation?” Nathifa asked.

“We’ve got an intruder headed for the Silver Tail! We can’t find the girl who paid for this dude’s dance and nobody knows who either of them are!” the man yelled. “They aren’t VIPs! They’re thieves!”

Well, they pieced that together pretty nicely…

The man continued, “We’ll handle her! If she’s doing the dirty work than this guy’s the brains of the group! You know what to do!”

He turned to command a flock of four other guards to follow him as he rushed away to the door.

I turned to see Sharifa staring a hole through me. My mouth was agape as I realized the trouble I was in. And here I was with my hands still bound together behind my back! Slowly, I gazed behind me, looking for mercy from Nathifa. Instead, I saw more malice in her eyes than I’d ever witnessed before. Her quiet fury was longing to unleash itself…

Petrified, I looked back towards Sharifa and started babbling, “I- you- now look, I know it doesn’t look good but uh, y’see, it’s really not what it looks like, I-”

My excuses were cut off quickly, and I saw the next few moments in slow-motion. Sharifa pivoted her shapely hips and launched into a high kick, her high heeled foot soaring towards my face. As this happened, I felt a powerful gust of wind soar up between my legs, and I knew Nathifa had sprung into an attack from behind as well.

This was happening so soon after the tease that my dick was still twitching, but that was about to cease.

In that next instant, I felt a double dose of pain that wracked my entire body like nothing I’d ever felt before. With impeccable timing and precision, Sharifa’s pointed heel met my face in the exact moment that the sharp toe of Nathifa’s matching shoe buried itself in my testicles.

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Mena stepped through the building’s final door. There were only two things in that tiny room.

One little safe resting on a table. And one very large, muscular man standing with his arms crossed just in front of it.

“Ah.” Mena uttered as she saw the man, trying to hide her surprise. “How you doin’, cobber?”

“Only the manager is allowed in here.” was his response. He slowly put his massive arms to his sides as he approached her. This made it all the more clear how much of a size difference there was, he really towered over her. “And last I checked, his legs weren’t that nice...”

“Ahaha, well, yannow, I’ve been working out...” Mena joked.

But things got serious in a hurry, as she could only narrowly avoid his arm when it swung for her head. She gasped, surprised at how quick he was for his size.

This soon she was forced into another fight. Mena unloaded a series of quick jabs to his abdomen but her small fists seemed to just bounce off of him. Actually, it stung a bit… and when she looked up, it was clear her shots had no effect. His mighty hands grabbed at her shoulders and hoisted her up into the air!

Her legs flailed helplessly for a moment before she launched into a powerful kick to his groin! And another and another! This certainly was painful for him but to Mena’s horror, it still didn’t keep him from tossing her to the floor! She bounced off the hardwood with a yelp of pain.

Swiftly she crawled over to hug the wall and the large man was advancing slowly. It sure didn’t seem like her odds of winning a fair, or even an unfair fight against this guy were all that good…

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Unbeknownst to Mena, while she was struggling with the large man, five more guards were shuffling into the lounge as well, hurriedly on their way to defend the Silver Tail too.

It really was beginning to look bleak for our, ahem, heroes…

But then, the sound of the window swinging open alerted the guards and they halted in their tracks, turning around to see a shapely figure leap into the room.

“Whoa! I-Is that her?!” one of them yelled.

“Uh, that’s not the girl that we saw in the VIP area but-” another began.

“She’s gotta be a part of this! Let’s take her out!” a third shouted.

And so the guards all swarmed in on Loretta, having absolutely no clue what they were getting themselves into.

The outrageously buxom maid sighed as they approached. With a side-step she dodged one man’s arms, then spun to send her enormous tits bashing into the side of his head wrecking ball style. He shot to the floor in a heap, out cold on the spot!

She ducked a punch from the next man, then leaped up to send the tops of her breasts smacking into the underside of his chin like a flying uppercut! And this hit with such force that the man went soaring upwards until his head flew through the ceiling! His body was limp and he’d been turned into a human pinata just hanging there.

Suffice to say the other three standing guards were stunned by what they’d just seen. They stood there with their mouths agape as Loretta glanced over to them.

As was typical, she didn’t say a word. She just silently motioned for them to come over towards her. This atleast worked on one of them as he rushed over in a rage.

Loretta knelt down as she grabbed her enormous breasts, ducking another punch and launching into an immediate counter attack. She used her tits as weapons, repeatedly jabbing them into his gut, rapid fire. The moan groaned mightily as he fell to his knees, just as Loretta stood. By simply arching backwards and then leaning down swiftly, she brought her breasts down heavily onto the back of the man’s head and just like that, another one was knocked out.

The maid glanced over at the two remaining. One was still frozen in shock but the other jolted backwards in terror. He began to turn and hightail it, towards the room with the safe. Loretta wasn’t going to let that happen though.

With a mighty leap she caught up to him and a spinning tit attack landing square in his back, knocking him down. She was about to finish him when the other man began running towards her from behind.

Loretta sprang into a backflip, sending her gigantic breasts right into his face in mid-air! He fell to the floor with her on top of him in a bountiful smother.

She lifted herself off the floor to look at his dumbstruck face. He had a gigantic, stupid smile and his eyes were glazed over… Loretta rolled her eyes and began a set of push-ups, which naturally caused her tits to smash into his face repeatedly. Didn’t take long for him to go unconscious.

The maid rose slowly, watching the other guard struggling to rise after the blow to his back. She rushed over towards him and leaped onto his back, her breasts wrapping around his head, which was dwarfed by their size. With a simple flex of her chest muscles, her breasts tightened around him and, in the process, covered up his face!

There certainly weren’t many on this planet that could perform a tit smother on a man from behind but Loretta was big enough to do it with room to spare! His struggles were fruitless, he had nowhere to go. His senses were overridden. He could see, hear, smell, feel and taste nothing but titties. He’d never been so overwhelmed…

He slunk back down to the floor with Loretta on his back. Within about ten seconds, he passed out. Another man succumbing to the jubilously named Big Titty Martial Arts.

The extra guards taken care of, Loretta figured Mena would have an easy time getting the treasure now, unaware of the large guard who was manhandling her while this was going on.

So the maid started to make her leave, until she noticed one of the many bodies strewn about was starting to stir.

It was, of course, the one man that Mena never knocked out in the first place, hands still clutching his abused balls. Once again using the table, he finally managed to get to a standing position. His legs continued to shake as he turned slowly and, only now did he see the carnage that had ensued.

“Wh-what in the world…?” he asked in shock as his eyes slowly came to see Loretta.

The maid gave him a blank stare. He started to back up in fear. “W-Wait… hold on… I-I can’t… I don’t have a single bit of f-fight left in me, please, I…”

Just like that, he’d backed himself into the wall. He raised his hands up so as to beg the maid off, hoping she’d accept that he was no threat.

Of course, Loretta was a thorough one… so she dashed over to him at a blazing speed, before going down to her knees in a dramatic slide. He could only watch in amazed horror as her tits came hurdling towards his groin at a high velocity. He was helpless as they bashed heavily into his crotch, the force sending him into the wall so hard that his ass bashed through it whilst the impossibly soft breasts crushed his balls.

Tears flowed from his eyes as his scream died in his throat. His body slumped forward. Loretta removed her tits from his crotch and watched him fall. She was prepared to finish him off only to realize that he’d passed out from the incredible pain.

Now it seems her job truly was finished, so she casually walked over to the window again and leaped to the outside.

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I was so wracked with pain and I knew they were just getting started with me. Nathifa grabbed me by the hair and painfully pulled me to my feet. Now that the band had ceased playing - it seemed the civilians had all evacuated by now - I could hear Sharifa’s heels clacking against the platform as she, puzzlingly, was still dancing behind me.

And in fact, Nathifa’s dance resumed as well. Her hips swaying elegantly, her hands running through her hair…

I remembered what Mena told me about their fighting style being some deadly dance just before Nathifa’s spinning heel kick blasted me in the side of the face.

The force of this whipped me around to Sharifa, who seamlessly spun into a solid bitch slap that sent me right back to her sister. And they continued like this for a while, stepping into kicks, spinning into shots, knocking me back and forth and dancing seductively as they did it.

Notably they delivered another simultaneous kick during this flurry, this time Nathifa powered a thrust kick into my solar plexus, whilst Sharifa delivered a nearly identical kick to the small of my back. For a moment I felt like I was about to split in half...

And their tits just wouldn’t stop bobbing tauntingly as they kicked my ass. In spite of the abuse, my cock began to rise again… but then on cue, Sharifa landed a hard knee to my groin that put a cease to that, and followed up by launching her opposite knee - accompanied by another tit bouncing hop no less - right into my face!

This sent me staggering backwards, where Nathifa easily tripped me with a stylish twirling leg sweep, sending me right onto my back. Before I even got my bearings about me, Nathifa stepped onto my genitals, and kept one foot pinning my balls down as she stomped the other onto my face. Her powerful legs spread wide as she demonstrated total domination over my body.

And as she did this, Sharifa slid between her sister’s legs to lay on top of me. Her body was so soft and supple, what I wouldn’t give to go back to the sweet, delicate touch I was getting before. I glanced down, curious as to what she was doing now.

I first saw her impressive ass, rippling as her hips popped up and down repeatedly. I realized that once again she’d put herself in a trance, her body moving all it’s own. The belly dancer wiggled in such a way to show off her flexibility, ebbing and flowing like a wave.

Suddenly it turned intense and the result was her smashing her torso into my own repeatedly, several consecutive body splashes. You wouldn’t think someone so petite would be able to generate much force with such a move, but her speed was so intense that it genuinely stung!

Nathifa stepped off of me and her sister rose as well. They were intent on continuing my torture, as Nathifa grabbed my ankles and Sharifa grabbed my wrists. They dragged me across the stage as I moaned in pain.

“Pleeeaaasse… let me explaaaaain...” I groaned.

I said that, but, I didn’t exactly know what I was planning on saying. They had truthfully caught us, after all. But I figured I had to atleast try to convince them to stop. (Or atleast convince them to give me that promised paizuri before they killed me, I’d take that as well~!)

“There’s nothing to explain.” Sharifa remarked. “You’re a thief, looking to rob this place. Our job is to demolish anyone that wants to rob this place. Sorry honey, but this is how it goes.”

“We could make this a lot quicker, but that’s not in our job description.” Nathifa coldly added. “What we do to you, sends a message to the rest of the underworld thinking about trying to steal the Silver Tail. If killing you isn’t scary enough for them, destroying your balls first sure will be!”

Well, they weren’t wrong.

“Ohhhh man, but I... didn’t get my last climax...” I moaned.

“Psht! Please. You should be honored that women like us would ever touch a guy like you in the first place.” Nathifa grumbled.

She proceeded to pull my legs around the pole. And as she did this, she continued hammering me verbally. “Outside of this bar, without the 2000 gold…? This is the only kind of attention you’d get from me.”

With that, Nathifa yanked me with all her might, sending my crotch careening into the steel pole! I howled in misery, pain welling up deeply… and Sharifa didn’t even wait for me to finish shouting before her next move, which was simply grabbing my boxers and ripping them from my body. I felt the cold steel against my bare balls and I knew I was shrinking to an even more meager state than usual.

Sharifa pointed and laughed at my junk. “Ahaha wow, that thing is puny… oh yeah, I’m sure you already knew this, but I was totally lying about your size earlier. Your dick is pretty sad to look at, actually.”

“God, I know, right?” Nathifa agreed with a smirk, pulling me tighter towards her and pressing her foot against the pole, putting as much pressure on my tiny bare nuts as she could manage. “It’s the smallest that I’ve ever seen, and good lord, can you imagine how many tiny dicks we see?!”

The sisters shared a laugh at my size as Sharifa casually climbed up the pole once again. She made it all the way to the top and mocked me with a seductive pose before sliding down at a rapid clip, her legs outstretched downwards. She landed heavily with a double stomp to my exposed balls.

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Mena yelled in anguish as she was tossed against the wall and landed on the floor with another thud. Nothing she could do seemed to phase this mammoth of a man.

She glanced up at him approaching her again and knew she only had one option left. She took a moment to wipe her mouth before pouting, “Wait, please… you’re way too strong for me! Mmmph, a big manly body like that, I don’t have a chance...”

“Hmph. Got that right.” he smugly responded as he stalked her slowly.

“All that masculinity… I-I think there are better uses for it...” Mena hinted, as she started to pull her skirt up, revealing her shapely hips.

The man stopped and eyed her thick thighs.

Mena smirked. “You said you liked my legs, right…? Is there… anything else you see that you like?”

The thief looked up at him with the most come hither expression she could muster given her soreness, and she subtly pulled at the back of her top so as to show him the outline of her perky nipples.

“...What are you getting at?” he asked, still a bit wary.

“Haha, well I think it’s pretty clear I ain’t stealing anything today.” Mena remarked. “So… how ‘bout you let me do you a… little favor. And in exchange, you can just forget you ever saw me, okay~? How’s that sound?”

A smile crossed his lips. “...You are fine as hell. And they keep me cooped up in here all day...”

“Aww, you’re pent up, huh? Well I can handle that...”

“You’re a little sweetheart, aren’t you?” the man joked. “You got a name?”

Mena nodded. “Natasha!”

“Well, Natasha… what kind of favor do you have in mind?” the man inquired.

Mena smiled and raised up onto her knees, making a show of grabbing his waistband and unbuckling his pants. She let them fall to the floor and yanked down his boxers to reveal an impressive erection.

“Ohhh… that’s lovely…” Mena remarked with awe in her voice. “Well now I just have to taste it...”

“Be my guest.” the man cooly remarked, crossing his arms yet again and smiling proudly.

The thief’s smile turned devilish as she slowly took his sizable member into her mouth. This was surely not her first rodeo as she begun pumping her head back and forth, deep throating him with confidence.

He was moaning pleasurably for a while…

...but then his moans started to become distressed.

“Wh-wha...” he uttered.

She wasn’t doing anything differently, sucking him off as diligently as she started. But suddenly tingles of a very different variety were going up and down his body. The feeling of ecstasy was replaced with… nothing. His body was going numb.

He tried to act but his movements were sluggish to the point of uselessness. His body was becoming rigid.

Mena gave his dick one last satisfied lick before she rose from the ground to look into his eyes.

“I used a paralyzing poison instead of the lethal kind.” she told him, pressing her chest tauntingly into his torso, knowing he couldn’t even feel their softness. “You’ll be able to move again in about 12 hours… that’s the favor.”

She poked him in the chest and the massive man fell to the floor like a statue. He was conscious but there wasn’t a damn thing he could do as Mena finally got to work on the safe.

This was, of course, the easy part for her. She managed to crack it open in less than a minute. And there it was… the Silver Tail.

It… certainly was a silver tail. She delicately took it into her palms and inspected it. It looked like it had come from, maybe a fox? Was it real? She had no idea. Why was it so valuable? I mean with how much they threw at protecting it, it had to be.

She shrugged and put it in her little handbag before making her leave.

Mena walked back into the guard’s lounge and was a bit stunned to see considerably more knocked out guards than the ones she left laying around. Especially the guy who’s head was still stuck in the ceiling. She walked over just in time for him to finally drop to the floor.

“...What… the fuck…?” she gasped, scratching the back of her head. But her thoughts were interrupted by the familiar sound of Asher screaming his head off. “Aw, hell!”

She stopped to grab a nightstick off one of the guards before rushing out there.

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PAIN.

My balls were still pressed helpless against the pole and they’d delivered a series of devastating blows to my manhood from that position.

Nathifa slid down the pole to land the crown of her head right onto my genitals in a brutal attack! Sharifa followed suit but instead stayed rightside up this time, so as to drop her ass into my crotch instead!

I was in such a daze, I barely realized what was happening to me as Sharifa grabbed me by the shoulders and forced me to my feet. Nathifa leaped at the pole and performed a classic stripper spin, but thanks to the positioning, the result was her outstretched leg soared right into my nuts! I’d never gone through such a focused assault on my junk before and I was shocked they were still in one piece! Er, two pieces… three pieces? Whatever.

I collapsed from the blow of course and that led right to Nathifa again yanking me nutsfirst into the steel for another innovative strike.

Sharifa made the climb up the pole again, agonizingly slow as she made me watch. “You like breasts like no man I’ve ever seen… so I guess you’ll REALLY like this!”

She hung upside down once more and began to slide, this time with her chest puffed out! Oh my God she was going to do it… she was really going to do it! Her massive, scantily clad tits fell right onto my bare cock and balls!

The force was immense of course… but still, they were tits! Huge, soft tits touching my genitals! My dick sprang to life between them and she of course noticed immediately!

“Wait, what?!” Sharifa remarked, looking puzzled. “No way! Your balls are being smashed to bits, how did- just how much of a tit freak are you?!”

I moaned in ecstacy… I knew if she just stayed that position for a few more seconds I’d have reached the biggest orgasm of my life yet! So of course she jumped to her feet and stared down at my erection, throbbing in defiance.

“Weirdo. But we’ll put a stop to that...” Nathifa chided as she reared her leg up to deliver a stomp that likely would’ve snapped my dick in two.

In that moment, I saw a nightstick fly up into the light fixture above us and suddenly everything went dark.

Nathifa and Sharifa’s confused shouts were the only thing I heard as someone grabbed me. I was pulled from the platform, still naked from the waist down as I was whisked from the building. I saw the bar area flash by, but we were moving so quick and I was in such a daze…

“Hey! Hey, give the command!” yelled a familiar voice.

Suddenly I was jarred back to reality. I was back on the carriage with my faithful steed leading the way.

“Ugh…? Uh, K-Kessle, go!” I yelled. Once again, that stallion only ever listened to me, it seemed.

And, naturally, sitting right next to me is Mena. She had quite the smile on her face as we rode away, the joyous expression of a heist gone right.

“You doing okay there, Asher? Haha, those two really got you good didn’t they?” she chirped. It was, a bit of a struggle trying to respond for a bit though. “...Seriously, you alright?”

“I… I hurt...” I murmured. “And I aaaache...”

“Uh, you say that like they’re different things.” Mena uttered, before glancing down and noticing my trembling dick. “Oh. Ohhhh of course… I see...”

Surprisingly, the agony in the rest of my body was started to be overshadowed by my lust. Staring at Mena was only making it worse… seeing her smile so genuinely, it was more clear than ever how gorgeous she was…

“Well hey. We did good in there! That one was way more my speed than a ghost ship, heh! And yannow what Asher, you’re a durable little guy!” Mena remarked. “The fact that you could survive those two turning on you like that, it’s kind of amazing! I got the Silver Tail and I couldn’t have done it without ya.”

I gave her a weak smile, but it was hard to distract myself from my urges… another moan escaped from my lips as my dick just wouldn’t stop throbbing.

Mena stared at me contemplatively for a moment. “..Know what, it’s gonna be a long ride to our next stop. If you uh, need to take care of yourself, I can just look away… I mean, whatever, I’ve seen ya in enough compromised positions already.”

It took me a moment to process what she was saying. So she’d be okay if I…?

My hands trailed down and I began to stroke my pulsating member. But… the dancers had done such a number on my balls that a wave of pain coursed through my body and I recoiled. But I… still really, really had to do it. So I grit my teeth and started to beat off in spite of it all.

It was a real struggle and it seemed like Mena noticed as she kept side eyeing me, in spite of what she said.

“...Real bumpy road, this one.” she said, even though I hadn’t felt a bump yet.

I peered over towards her in time to see her bob up and down in her seat, pretending that we were running over bumps when we really weren’t, and in the process, making her breasts bounce triumphantly! My eyes went wide watching this… and I was entirely distracted from the pain as I kept jerking off. I noticed her smirk and pull her shirt back make a more clear outline of her tits… I could see her nipples poking through and…

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh… oooooOOOOOOHHHH!!” I groaned to a strong climax.

I sure didn’t expect her to do that… our relationship was getting more fun by the day.