Kriss was clearly in a bit of an uncomfortable position; she was stumbling around pitiably on her toes, obviously desperate to keep wait off of her already brutalised tits. It wasn't working, that was obvious enough to Aaron; her already ample bosoms were stretching and swelling to comic proportions, and they were quickly beginning to turn an unhealthy looking shade of purple. Casually, Aaron raked his fingernails down the exposed underside of one of her mistreated breasts, her could only guess at the pain her situation was was causing her, but he hoped it was hellish.<br/><br/>At any rate, she was moaning frantically, and there was fear in her eyes under the layer of cooling ejaculate coating her features. Aaron grinned a boyish smile; Kriss had always tried to pass herself off as strong willed and capable, so it was nice to see her broken down like this, trying to plead with him through a broken mouth that would likely never again form a coherent syllable. He lent in close to her face, looking around the tortured mammaries obscuring it.<br/><br/>"Now now, Kriss, don't get so upset, we both know you deserve this," he crooned, "besides, it's just for today; and then I'll take you home, I promise. Won't that be nice? just try thinking about that." Aaron smiled warmly at her again, and affectionately rustled the forest of arrows now growing from her nethers. Then he turned away and left the basement, leaving Kriss with her thoughts and her pain. He knew she wasn't a smart girl, but he did wander if she was smart enough to realise what being taken home would mean; after all, he couldn't have her telling people about what he'd done.