Finally, after the day had passed, and the sun had set outside, the sound of footsteps echoed from outside. Aaron whistled a jaunty tune to himself, as he descended the stairs into his basement hideout. He swung open the door and marched inside; he was carrying a bulging pack on his back, full of the day's loot, as well as a gift or two for Kriss. Once he had dumped the heavy load down by the remains of the fire, he finally looked up to see how his guest was doing. He couldn't help but wince slightly at the sight of her battered form; tits stretched to ridiculous proportions. Shaking his head, he walked over to his tortured captive, drawing his knife as he went.<br/><br/>Aaron paused in front of the bound woman, eyeing her up and down. He spent a few moments using the tip of his knife to prod at the bulging purple orbs, which could only barely be identified as having once been breasts. After that, he drew his arm back, before slashing out with his knife, severing the ropes that held her upright it one swipe. At the same time he gave Kriss a hard shove, sending her unbalanced form toppling onto her back. Once she was down, he placed a foot on her yoke, in case she tried to struggle, and again examined his captive. Now that they were free to bounce around - though still noosed at their base - it became clear just how stretched and deformed Kriss's tits had become. Aaron's lip raised in disgust; their was not much left of the woman he would once have given a lot to spend a night with. He couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy at the Patricks for getting a chance with her before she was all broken. He wondered what they did with her. Did she fight? Did she beg?<br/><br/>Sighing, Aaron knelt down over Kriss, again brandishing his knife. "You know, I was thinking that - once we got back home - you'd be able to get by giving throat fucks to boys, but now I'm not sure any one will want to put their dicks near any of your holes," he shrugged, "oh well, we'll find a use for you anyway, toilet perhaps. Anyway, let's get you ready for the trip." With this, he reached into her mouth and took hold of one of tongue halves. With his other hand, he carefully slid his knife into her mouth, before neatly cutting the tongue half off at its base. After extracting the severed muscle, he repeated the process on the other half.<br/><br/>For a moment, Aaron looked down at the two severed bit of meat in his palm, wandering what to do with them. Then he had an idea; picking one up with his fingers, he drove it back into Kriss's mouth, forcing it to the back and into her throat. "Swallow!" he instructed, holding it there until she did. Once it had gone down, he picked up the other piece, and jammed that too into the helpless woman's throat, forcing her to swallow it.