He circled the young girl slowly, taking in the sight of her naked form. She was barely eighteen, she'd told him so, and she looked it too. She was quite slender, but her body was definitely that of a woman's. Her breasts sat high on her chest, full and ripe... melons really. They were quite large, very firm...he would change that. He stroked her slender waist slowly, dropped his hand to her hip and caressing it where it flared out. She shivered a little but didn't move.

"Do you know what I do to girls like you?" he asked conversationally, cupping her breasts from behind and massaging the nipples gently. The girl shuddered with excitement, her breath coming in excited pants.
"Yes," she whispered, "you...you...you hang us...by our breasts."
"Very good," he told her, "and do you know what that does?"
She shook her head slowly and he dropped her breasts, came back around to face her. 
"Let me show you..."
And he led her into the room, the one where they all suffered, where his beautiful ladies with their firm breasts became freaks of nature, their tits stretched out down to their waists, sagging, stringy little bags of flesh. Catalogued in poster-sized photos on the wall was their progress, the initial photo, happy, young women with proud firm tits, their perky nipples pointing up and then the end result. Still young but faces no longer smiling, sad, tear-filled eyes as they showed their ruined tits, stretched beyond repair. Some of them had injections, implants, anything to make them firm again so he could stretch them more, hang them longer. This room was a shrine to his work, full of photos of those beautiful women with their firm proud breasts, photos of them hanging, fucking him as they swung in the air and finally, the after shots, the still firm bodies with the ruined tits. They knew he would dispose of them when they got like that but they didn't care, they just had to hang... even those that went away and got their tits fixed kept coming back for more afterwards...they wanted him to destroy their bodies. They liked being used.

The girl gasped, eyes wide as she circled the room, looking at the ones before her. At last she turned to him. "What...what do you do with them when they get like that? Do you still hang them?" she asked.
"No I don't. I don't do anything," he replied, "I'm not interested in a saggy-titted bitch. Just sweet young things like you with firm perky little tits."
She shuddered, "So what do they do afterwards?"
"I don't care."
"Is that what will happen to me?" she asked.
He watched her carefully. She was definitely turned on. She liked the idea of being used, abused and left.
"Eventually. You're young and you have great tits. It'll take a year or two to ruin them. And they will be ruined... eventually. And when that happens, you'll leave. I don't care where you go or what you do, but I won't want anything more to do with you."
She shuddered a little and closed her eyes. He knew she was considering it, thinking about what would happen. Her life would be over before she was even twenty. But she'd do it anyway, they always did. At last she opened her eyes and mounted the little podium in the centre of the room.
"Do me," she said.
He nodded and reached for the ropes, nooses really, soft bungy ones to start her off. He slipped them over her flesh, pulled the tit through and placed the ropes hard against her rib cage, pulled the slipknot down and then went for the cuffs. He cuffed her hands behind her and then stepped back, throwing the switch on the motor near the ceiling. At once the ropes went taut and the little slut gasped. A little more and she was pulled from the podium, her toes left the ground and she hung. Instantly those lovely melons began to turn purple and she started to whimper. He didn't care, she wanted the pain... he knew she did. After a while she began to beg, beg to be let down again. Her breasts were a dark colour now, the flesh forced out by the rope. Her tits were bulging little balls of flesh, the rope almost invisible as it dug into her. Her weight was tightening the knots, cutting off the blood flow. There was no danger, he knew how long it would be before her flesh began to die and he wasn't about to let that happen.

At last he came for her and she spread her legs willingly, gratefully. Yes, she was turned on, even now, despite the pain. BECAUSE of the pain. He entered her easily, his thick cock parting her little cunt. She started to bounce on the ropes, using the give in the bungy cord to fuck him. He massaged her swollen tits as they fucked, admiring their perfection. He felt her gripping him, felt the throes of her orgasm and at that moment he shot into her. As she went slack, he stepped back and hit the switch, letting her down. Once he'd removed the ropes, her tits were just a little bit softer, more female. The adolescent perkiness was already changing and becoming a more womanly sag. She noticed and stroked them gently. "They're starting to sag already aren't they?" she asked him and he nodded.
"Do you want to stop? Would you like to leave?" he asked her.
Her eyes roamed the room as she thought about it and massaged the blood back into her aching mounds.
"No," she whispered, "not yet."
And he knew then that she was his because despite the pain and the reality of having tits no man would touch, there was a need inside her that had to be filled. These things were no match for the aching in her tits and pussy; the need to be hung was too great. They always came back for more, always until their bodies were ruined and God knew what they did after that. He didn't care.

She changed over the coming months, became hotter, hornier, begging him to hurt her all the time...to hang her more often. Her tits were changing shape, slowly but surely they were becoming grotesque. He pointed it out to her once, showed her the photo of her the day she first came to see him, with her fat little melons poking out. There was fear in her face when she saw that photo and she looked down to where her breasts rested, not firm at all, but still in the right place. She spread her legs and bent over the table, letting him rub her hairless slit. She was moist there, damp at what was happening.
"Will it be long?" she asked.
"No," he said softly, sliding deep into her cunt, "not long now at all. You're well on your way to being a cow now. Look at these fucking udders," he said reaching under her and massaging the soft flesh, "look at how they hang. Six more months and no one will ever want you again."
Her cunt shuddered around his cock.
"You really should leave," he taunted her, "now before we fuck you up completely. Who knows, a boob job might fix this."
He continued massaging her tits.
"But you want them fucked up don't you?"
She groaned, screwing her ass back at him.
"You wanted me to turn your perky little tits into udders and I have. And now that they're udders, you want filthy little shit bags, and I'll do that too. And when I'm done I won't want you..."
She cried out, her cunt spasming all around him, milking his cock and he grunted as he too came, pouring his cream up into her teenaged little twat.
"No one will want you," he whispered as she slumped down onto the table.

He watched her face as he got out the camera... saw how her eyes dropped to her ruined breasts. He smiled at her.
"So it's really time then?" she whispered.
"You knew this would happen. I told you right at the start that when your tits no longer held appeal for me, I would have nothing more to do with you. Look at these little shit bags," he mocked, picking up one of her drooping tits, "there's nothing left in there. They're hideous. I like my tits like this," and he showed her the photo of her when she first came, posing for the camera, eighteen-year-old tits, perky and firm, nipples pointing to the ceiling. She started to cry. Now her tits hung nearly to her navel, little empty sacks of filth.
He made no move to comfort her. After a little while he spoke.
"Let's get your photos done and then you can decide what you want to do. Right slut, look into the camera."
And she did, raising her tear-filled eyes into the lens, unable to keep herself from shaking as he clicked away, capturing her on the film. It hadn't even been two years yet. She had just celebrated her twentieth birthday and she was ruined, her prize tits gone. It had only taken nineteen months of being fucked while she hung from her tits at least once a day. Oh, she had had no illusions. His whole dungeon was papered with poster size portraits of the ones before her, happy, smiling girls in the before photos, proud perky tits thrusting up and out, photos of the day they came here and then the after shot... the one where their tits hung down, flat against their stomachs, their faces a picture of misery, the photo taken the day they left. Each poster had a little note at the bottom, their names, ages, how long it had taken to ruin them, their fate when they left his dungeon...
"Slide your hands under them, hold them up," he told her and she did, the soft tissue hanging limply in her hands. She didn't blame him. She had the tits of an old woman...they disgusted her too.
At last he put the camera down. 
"So let's talk options," he said.
"What choice do I have?" she whispered.
"Well, you can leave."
"But I have no money."
"Not my problem. Other than that all I can offer you is the services of Mike."
"The butcher?" she gasped and he shrugged.
"Today is your last day in service to me. You knew what would happen when you signed on. You knew I would abandon you, throw you out when your tits were finished and you agreed to that. In fact, it made you horny. So, we will have one last session and then I can sell you to Mike and he will snuff you or I can throw you out. You choose."
She thought long and hard, stroking her tits gently, her hand dropping to her sex, where she found that she was indeed becoming wet at the prospect of being thrown away like so much garbage.
"You're right. When I came here you told me they would be ruined," she said softly, "and I gave them to you anyway. I realise now that I didn't just give you my tits. I gave you all of myself. My life isn't worth anything once I leave here. No-one will want me, will they?"
"I doubt it," he replied.
"So let's have our last session. Mike can have me when you're done. All I ask is that you take what I gave you...my tits. They are yours, you can do whatever you want with them."
"Good girl," he said softly, stroking her head, "On your hands and knees."
She did as she was told and her nipples scraped the floor. He bound her breasts slowly, from the base out, wrapping them tightly in rope until they were fat little balls on a stalk of coiled rope, firm and hard again.
"Stand up," he commanded, and she did as quickly as she could.
He stroked the spheres gently, brushing the nipples with his fingers. She moaned and closed her eyes.
"Does that feel good little slut?"
"Oh yes, yes master it does." 
"Arms up."
She raised her arms to the waiting manacles and he snapped her in. He stroked her breasts some more and then produced two alligator clips. She recognised them from her first day here, when he had snapped them on, telling her how they were so strong that after about five minutes on a slave's nipples, the flesh would die and she would loose them. They bit deep, severing skin and she had only ever worn them for a maximum of two minutes. He snapped them on and she cried out, arching her back and pushing her pussy forward. He massaged the breast globes, stroking the alligator clips occasionally as her nipples turned a dark colour. She watched the clock behind him, one minute, then two clicked past. At three minutes he took them off and she gasped in relief and pain as the blood flooded back into her aching nipples.
"They're going back on in a minute and when they do, they won't be coming off..." he whispered gently after a minute of rubbing life back into her flesh, "Tomorrow you will be slaughtered like the little sow you are... what use will these nipples be to you?"
"None," she gasped.
"And what about this?" he asked, dropping a hand to stroke her clit, "will you need this too do you think?"
She shuddered in fear. He had only ever hurt her by hanging her from her tits... surely he wouldn't castrate her?
"No," he continued, "I don't think you need that either."
She closed her eyes and sobbed.
"So tell me slut, would you like me to fuck you while your nipples and clit die?"
"Yes," she whispered.
He smiled at her, pulling on her aching engorged nipples. He slid the clips around her nipples slowly, letting them go. She jerked as they closed completely and he knelt down quickly, peeling back her pussy lips and licking her quickly to make her clit stand out. She thrust her hips forward for him and felt the cold metal against the hot flesh and then the world went red as he let go and the clip cut into her clit. She arched her back, grunting in pain, her hips moving violently, trying to shake the clip off. She felt him behind her, lifting her hips, impaling her on his cock and she squirmed even more. Once she slid all the way down onto him, his hands came up to her breasts and he began pulling on the clips, squeezing them tighter. The burning was so bad now she thought she would faint and she eyed the clock... four minutes. She cried, tears running down her face as she realised that the pain was subsiding...her clit and nipples were dying...but she could still feel an orgasm building and she humped back at him, feeding on the pain, revelling in the thought that she would never be able to come again.
"Master," she panted, "Oh master, please, I need you to fuck me up so badly... please, please ruin me some more..."
She heard him grunt from behind and then there was a metal skewer below each breast at the base, he was holding skewers for her. She felt her hands released from the manacles and she grabbed the skewers, never missing a beat as she drove them slowly up through the base of her breasts, fucking him all the time. The burning inside her cunt was becoming unbearable, but she didn't seem to be able to come. The skewer ends popped out of the top of her breasts but she still wasn't coming... But then, just as she thought she would miss out on her last orgasm, she felt her master's fingers between her lips, searching, finding and then tugging rhythmically at her clit clip. She gasped in pleasure, fucking him with renewed strength. She felt the flesh down there tearing and she grabbed her nipple clips, pulling hard on them and feeling them give way too. At last, she felt her master start to come, just as her clit and nipples tore free and she screamed as an orgasm blasted through her...her very last ever.
