This is a story I wrote for flat-chested women who enjoy being teased and humiliated because of their lack of breasts. Also for men who enjoy doing just that to them.

If you don't fit in either category you probably won't have much fun with this.

Becky - a flatchested romance

"Hi Tom" - Becky smiled as she entered Tom's office. The short blue skirt showed of her long shapely legs to her best advantage. She was slim and had a winning smile and well... no tits. Tom... Tom was her dream. He liked his efficient and friendly coworker. He also liked very feminine women, with large voluptuous breasts.

"Here are the documents you wanted" she said. "Hey I was wondering... can I cook you dinner sometime? I'm desert." - she gave him her best mischievous smile. Tom felt bad, but he had no choice but to disappoint her, again. He had to be firm, anything else would be unfair. "I'm sorry Becky, you're such a lovely wonderful girl, but you're just not right for me - you know how it is, I only like the big breasted bimbos". "Hey, you never know, one of these days I might catch you when you are desperate". She made light of it, but the hurt went deep. She had to bite her lower lip hard, to avoid crying, when she left the office.

Having arrived at her computer she looked around carefully, making sure nobody was watching. Then she popped up AIM and logged on...

  BustyDDD logged on...
  WildTom: Hi Busty! *kiss*
  BustyDDD: Hi Hotstuff -  Hey, shall we meet today
            at the restaurant near your place?

Their first date... today he would find out who "Busty" really was. "I made him fall in love with me" Becky thought. "He'll not want to lose that... I hope...".

She walked up and down in front of the restaurant once more. She'd seen Tom waiting at the bar. Finally she mustered the courage to enter.

"Oh - hi Becky" Tom smiled  - "hey I'm sorry I can't chat, I'm waiting for my date and " - "I'm Busty" she whispered, and looked at the floor.

She'd never seen him so angry, he'd thrown some money on the bar, then dragged her along with him, down the street, towards his apartment. He opened with his key, pushed her in roughly and slammed the door. She almost fell, and her ankle hurt. "Tom, I'm so sorry" she pleaded. "Sorry? Oh you're sorry? What do you call this?" he poked her chest with his finger. "Are those supposed to be DDDs? Do you even have breasts? Take your damn blouse off, I want to see what you call *busty*".

Tears were running down her face as she struggled with her top, finally taking off her empty bra. "This is your claim to being female, is it?" Tom asked cynically. "*Are* you female? Go on, answer!" "Y-y-yes" she sniffled. "Show some proof!" slowly she took off her skirt and panties, her tears
now flowing freely.

He grabbed her left nipple and pulled her violently along, finally ordering her to bend over a table. From somewhere he produced clothes pins and a cane. Handling her roughly and without looking at her, he pulled her up, fixed a pin on each  nipple and pushed her back on the table. Then he caned her visciously. It seemed like it would never end - finally she just lay there, whimpering, while he caught his breath.

In another sudden burst of energy he picked her up and carried her to his bed - he fucked her as hard and as violently as he could. She was still shaking when he pushed her out of his bed, and she hit the floor hard. "Only real women can sleep in this bed - you can sleep on the rug!"

Feeling cold, she hugged her knees to herself. Then she glanced at Tom, up on the bed, and smiled. She had claimed her man.