By now, Kriss was too weak to resist as Aaron cinched a noose around her aching breasts. She attempted to hit him with her yoke but this almost made her lose her balance without achieving any effect. And soon she was standing on the tip of her toes, her weight mostly supported by the tight rope around the base of her boobs.<br/><br/>The situation was very precarious as she could hardly keep her balance because of the yoke. As a result, she was constantly tip-toeing, staggering, dancing so as to prevent her own weight from yanking more on her poor breasts. They seemed to have doubled in volume. The ropes strangled them, trapping blood and humours inside them, causing them to swell like melons and as taut as them. They were stretched upwards to the point that Kriss' arrow-pierced nipples were level with her mouth.<br/><br/>She did not know how long she could stand like that. Already her calves were tiring. The idea that Aaron could go away and abandon her like that for any amount of time was unbearable. She tried to beg him to stay and unhook her, but her dislocated lower jaw was resting motionlessly on the top of the yoke. She was drooling abundantly. Still, her soiled face and pleading eyes conveyed clearly enough the distress she was in as pitiful moans escaped her gaping mouth.