Amazon Rage!
Part 1: Big Linda�s Midnight Visits
Visit One: Visiting Rites
Visit Two: Turning the Tables
B�Linda�s Interlude: My Own Little Toy
Visit Three: On the Cutting Edge
Visit Four: Fit to be Tied
B�Linda�s Second Interlude: Predator & Prey
Visit Five: You Are What You Eat
Visit Six: Double Trouble
B�Linda�s Third Interlude: Cruel & Unusual Punishment
Visit Seven: A Real Kick in the Teeth
Visit Eight: The Curtain Falls
Tale One: The Dream Team
Tale Two: Heavy Lifting
Tale Three: The Perfect Fit
The Climax: Party Animal
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Dedicated to BC & KC, for their invaluable, if somewhat involuntary
inspiration. Any resemblance to actual persons is either completely coincidental
or highly flattering!
PART 1: Big Linda�s Midnight Visits
Visit One: Visiting Rites
Something absolutely
incredible has been happening to me recently, something so dangerous, so
stimulating, so mind-blowing -- and
yet so horribly embarrassing and demeaning -- that I just can�t seem to come to
terms with it. I guess the only answer is to finally share this with someone,
let it all out, despite the considerable humiliation that�s bound to cause me.
Well, psychiatry fees being
what they are, you�re elected to listen. I hope you can handle the story. It�s
pretty outrageous, to say the least, and it makes for some uncomfortable
hearing and telling at times. Frankly, at this point, I don�t much care if you
can take it or not. After what�s been going on here, after my wild, perverse, unbelievable
affair with Big Linda Skrue, it�s either unburden myself to a total
stranger or go stark raving mad.
So here we go. To begin
with, I�ve been stuck in a wheelchair for the last ten years. Most unfortunate.
A stupid accident at the height of my flaming youth robbed me of many things,
not the least of which was a normal social life. But finally I found a way to
turn my disability to my rather dubious advantage.
I first met this woman I
came to know as �Big� Linda when she began to work as my Personal Care Aide.
She owned a small private home health care agency, and I�d hired her to help me
with all the things I couldn�t manage myself -- bathing, dressing, and other
personal hygiene.
It was an agreeable
situation. I didn�t know much about her � beyond the provocative name � but she
was certainly pleasant enough. Perhaps she was a bit haughty and distant, yet
competent and professional in every way. And to a terminally deprived case like
me she was a wet dream to behold. Her face was strong and handsome, her
peach-colored skin freckled orange, and her hair was long and full, a rich
golden blonde overlaid with shimmering reddish highlights. Tall and
impressively stacked, her beauty and excellent body made her more than just a
mouthwatering specimen. In a way she was also profoundly intimidating.
There was something about
her, something beyond her strong arms and shoulders, her unbelievably full,
heavy breasts and firmly muscled six-foot one-inch frame. Maybe it was in the
way she carried herself -- such confident poise, such a challenging look and
stance. It made me wonder if there was anyone out there truly man enough for
her.
Of course, I had no
illusions about myself. I�m a good enough looking guy, and fully capable where
it really counts, but there�s always this goddamn wheelchair. Not many women
are open-minded enough to look beyond it and give me a try. In fact, by the
time I met this gorgeous Linda Skrue, my confidence had been so battered by the
endless string of rejections that I never quite had the guts to make a move on
her. Yet she must have known how much
I wanted her. She worked in daily proximity with my naked body, after all, and
some truths just can�t be hidden. Practically every time she�d bathe me, I�d
quickly swell into a massive, throbbing erection.
Wherever you are, Big Linda,
I�m sorry. It was impossible not to.
Leaning over me in the
bathtub, with her bra-less breasts swaying and bouncing in my face, Linda�s
sweet, musky scent and strong sure hands turned me on so much that I thought
I�d lose my mind. Before long my obstinately unthinking cock was hardened into
a bony rope of muscle, straining up above the soapy surface of the water like
the one-eyed snout of a breaching leviathan.
How totally embarrassing.
Completely professional, both of us tried to ignore it. Yet Linda�s bored, easy
indifference as she scrubbed the soapy wash mitt around and around my hard,
throbbing genitals only magnified my desperation.
Didn�t she even care how hot
I was? Couldn�t she tell how much I needed someone, anyone, to rescue me from my unwilling isolation? Couldn�t she
sense how much I was willing to give in return, even to my despoiler? I don�t
know. All I know is that what happened next seemed somehow inevitable.
By the time she�d finished
washing me up and go to make the bed, �Big� Linda (as I came to think of her)
would invariably have me so hot and hard and horny and worked up that I was
eager for any opportunity, however slim, to ease my frustration. After all, I
hadn�t been laid in nearly ten years, and here was this Amazon dream of a PCA,
calmly ministering to my helpless naked body.
Well, a man can stand only
so much. Lounging there, alone in the hot, steamy bathtub, it was just too easy
to lie back and let my fingers do the walking. Somehow I ended up jerking
myself off nearly every day.
Of course, given the limited
nature of my privacy these days, I suppose Linda catching me engaged at this
auto-play was also inevitable. It should have been no surprise at all when she
eventually walked in on me. But it must have been quite a surprise indeed, at
least for her. There I was: gasping, panting, and even moaning out her name as
I gripped and pulled and pumped on myself.
What an incredibly
devastating, deeply humiliating experience! I still don�t know how to
adequately explain its effect on me. All I know is that my eyes were closed on
a glorious vision of �Big� Linda�s wildly heaving breasts. I was so absorbed in
a wonderful fantasy of fondling them and fucking them and then creaming wetly
all over them that I wouldn�t have heard the world end, much less the door
open.
Totally oblivious,
frantically working myself, I beat my meat like a maniacal machine, splashing
and thrashing and burning my way towards orgasm. Then, just as I helplessly
groaned out �Ohhhhhh god, fuck me, Big Linda....� I suddenly realized that she
was standing there, framed in the doorway and watching me masturbate
expressionlessly. What happened then was more surely fate than the accident
that robbed me of my legs.
Humiliation and arousal
somehow became inextricably mixed, an erotic alchemy that was at once both
weirdly perverse and powerfully compelling. The sudden, guilty shock of my
discovery shamed me into an immediate orgasm, one so powerful in intensity that
I could hardly believe it. My balls seemed to clench, pulsing perceptibly as
they delivered their load, and I cried out, clamping down hard on my bulging
cock and stupidly trying to suppress the inevitable.
No chance. What I call in
lighter moments �the dream cream� was too eager for release: bursting forth
through my fingers and spurting out hot and wet and spunky all over my chest
and belly even as Linda stood there calmly watching me.
Well.
After that I could only
sprawl there, panting and blushing as we stared at each other. But instead of
appearing embarrassed herself, Linda just smirked at me contemptuously. Then
she sneered down, �Good. �Big Linda�. I like that. From now on I don�t want you
to call me anything else. And I didn�t know you could do that.� She gestured at
my come-splattered middle, my deflating cock, and her eyes turned suddenly
inward.
For a mesmerizing moment she
was silent, her expression unreadable. Then she said, almost to herself, �You
know, I could use you��
She stood there silently
contemplating, then came gradually back to the present. Looking down at me
strangely, she continued, �I have these urges, you see.
�Sometimes I wake up, all
alone and incredibly horny in the
middle of the night, with the overwhelming urge to do things with a man ... to
do things to a man ... that most men
simply can�t accept.�� Slowly, a
disconcerting and decidedly evil
smile spread across Big Linda�s freckled face.
�But you�ll accept it.
You�ll have to. You�re crippled and alone here.�
Her voice took on a
taunting, singsong note.
�All alone and lonely,
helpless in bed, and I�ve got the key... I could just come in here any night I
want, and use you any way I want. Couldn�t I? I could just fuck
you up and down and eight ways to Sunday, and there isn�t a damn thing you�d
dare do about it. Is there? Because you obviously want me. Don�t you?�
Of course I could only nod,
my wasted sperm dripping slowly down my fist and drying on my naked body, and
suddenly Big Linda snapped out� �Don�t
you? Say it!�
�I want you, Big Linda!�
�I want you MISTRESS!�
�I want you Mistress!� I gasped
out immediately, and she smiled evilly down at me.
Her sparkling blue eyes
narrowed coldly as she gauged the extent of my reflexive, instinctive
submission to her � to her size, her beauty; her inherent sexual power. Then,
obviously satisfied with what she saw, Big Linda Skrue made her decision.
�I am going to use you,� she said, slowly and
derisively. �Hard. I�m going to use you so hard, in so many ways ...
From now on you are going to be my own private little sex toy!� A gloating grin
claimed her full, pinkish-red lips.
�I should have thought of
this before! Here you are, a full-grown man, and practically as helpless as a
baby! Perfectly willing to suffer whatever I choose to do to you. Oh, I�ve been
waiting a long time for something like this, little man. A hell of a long time! I�m just gonna have so much fucking fun!�
I squirmed at hearing this,
and Big Linda laughed at the growing unease of my expression. Then she
continued scornfully. �I am going to make you pay for being male, my pet little cripple! And I don�t just mean
your health care contract!
�In fact, as of tomorrow
morning, I�m going to put one of my employees on your case, rather than
bothering with cleaning you up myself. I�ve got a feeling that from now on I�ll
be at home sleeping in all day instead of working, resting up from my busy nights! Because you can bet your
pansy little ass they�re gonna be busy!
�I�m gonna show your
pathetic little male self all the incredible things a hot, motivated woman like
me can do! You�re gonna be my sex-slave, my sissy-slut, my helpless little
whore! I�m going to work out every outrageous, outlandish fantasy I�ve ever had on you, and you�re just going to
have to deal with it however you can. Got that? Tonight and every night I feel
like it from now on. I hope you like it rough, little sex toy. �Cause I�m gonna have some big-time fun playing
with you! Now, clean up that mess!�
With that Big Linda flung
the terrycloth washglove she usually wielded so expertly herself directly atop
my come-splattered cock. Then she stepped back and slammed the bathroom door,
leaving me sitting there, flabbergasted.
I couldn�t believe it.
Employer and employee, somehow our positions had become completely reversed.
Suddenly she was the one who held all the power. In my stunned daze I looked
down, and saw at once the reason why.
All unconsciously, Big
Linda�s dire promises -- threats, almost -- had me swelling once again into
rigid readiness. Before long my stupid cock thrust straight up into the air,
effortlessly tenting out the wet heavy washcloth.
What the hell was going on
here? How could I be getting so hard, after just coming so explosively? And why
wasn�t I terrified, suddenly giving up power to this strange, unpredictable
woman? I truly had no idea what I was getting into. But after so many years of
involuntary celibacy, it�s hardly surprising that Big Linda had managed to
strike quite a chord. Whatever kinky excesses she had in mind, part of me, at
least, seemed eager to learn. And learn I would.
Late that very night, as I
slept uneasily in my queen-size waterbed, my bedroom door suddenly crashed
open, jarring me awake and flooding the room with light. There stood my new
Mistress Big Linda Skrue. Tall and forbidding, she was silhouetted from behind
for just a moment before charging in to fall upon me. What happened then was
the start of something more extreme than even my wildest dream.
Without the slightest bit of
ceremony Big Linda leaped onto the waveless mattress. Catching her balance
immediately, she ripped away the covers to expose my naked body.
I couldn�t believe it. Such
things didn�t actually happen, did they? Not to guys like me. Yet here was Big
Linda Skrue, larger than life and twice as imposing. And real or not she wasted
no time on formalities.
Flinging her overcoat to the
floor, this amazing Amazon straddled me, completely naked. The glorious orbs of
her matchless breasts were revealed to me at last in stunning detail. Pink and
cream and peach, huge and globular, they filled my entire world for a while.
Beautifully big and round, they were topped by stiff, pebbly pink nipples.
Swelling out from Big Linda�s barrel chest like large, fleshy melons, they hung
before me like the deliciously forbidden fruit of some wondrously bountiful
fertility goddess.
Oh, my unbelievable
Mistress!
Slowly, deliberately Big
Linda Skrue caressed them, lifting and cupping them, proudly hefting their
generous weight. Her fingers found the nipples then, pinching and twisting
those large, sharply hardened points. Then without warning she fell suddenly
forward, crushing that incredible bosom directly into my helpless face.
Grabbing both hands full of
my hair, Big Linda held my head tight and buried me in her tits. Twisting and
writhing, slapping me with their firm, springy weight, she scraped the hard
arrowheads of her nipples roughly across my cheeks and chin and mouth before
finally gripping my head tight and forcing one of them between my lips.
�Suck me, male!� she hissed
down.
Her weight was crushing me,
the firm, massive swell of her heavy left breast pressing against my nostrils,
limiting my air. Nevertheless I went straight to work. I knew I had no other
choice.
It was either satisfy this
potent new mistress or suffer the most unimaginable of consequences. I fastened
myself to that invading nipple like an eager leach. Sucking that stiffly
hardened point deep into my mouth, I began pulling at it for all I was worth.
Mmmmmmmmmm! I was
immediately rewarded for my efforts, hearing my Big Mistress Linda moan almost
inaudibly.� Encouraged I sucked harder,
feeling the taut, heavy flesh of that mammoth mammary quiver against my face,
as involuntary shivers and shudders of pleasure ran through her. Now sucking,
now nipping and nibbling and then suckling again, I fed voraciously at that heavily
swollen udder, while the incredibly gorgeous Big Linda Skrue panted and moaned
and yipped out eerie whines of pleasure just above me. Finally, with a last,
desperate gasp, she ripped her tender tit-bud brusquely away from my manic
mastication.
Snarling down at me, still
holding me tightly by the hair, Big Mistress Linda twisted her torso back and
forth and all around, rubbing that hard wet point all over my helpless face.
Big and stiff and rubbery, it scraped my features from chin to brow and ear to ear.
Then she forced open my jaws and immediately popped in the other one, demanding
equal service.
Dutifully I obeyed,
attacking those large, tasty pink nipples, biting, licking, sucking; using my
lips and teeth and tongue on them with all of my energy and skill. Soon they
were each so red and hard and distended I expected them to begin spurting hot
milk all over me at any moment. Yet this obviously wasn�t nearly enough to satisfy a voracious specimen like Big Linda Skrue,
and she soon let me know it.
As I continued to humbly
work on her, I suddenly felt Big Linda�s hand reach around and seize the stiff,
upright length of my cock. Then she began pumping it, taunting me as she did
so, humiliating me and forcing me to grovel beneath her.
�What the hell�s with this
worthless hard-on, you disgusting man, you weak little shit! Don�t you
understand the situation here yet? Well let me educate you, cock-boy. You are
here for my pleasure alone, got it?
That�s all. To me you are nothing but
another of my toys, a dildo to stick in my cunt, and that�s it!
�From
now on you do what I say, when I say, get it?� If I say suck, then you suck, damn it, and
if I feel like riding your useless little cock, you damn well better stay rock hard
until I�m finished! This cock belongs to me
now, slut-slave! See? You are just a convenient tongue attached. So you behave
yourself, little man, and one day
maybe I�ll even let you inside me. Then again....�
She paused in her wonderful
pumping, gripping me tightly, even painfully. �I think my cunt�s too good for a
worthless little cripple like you.�
Once again Big Linda ripped
her stiff, succulent tit unceremoniously from my suckling jaws. Then she
suddenly sat up, releasing my throbbing cock. �I�m going to make you jerk
yourself off instead. You like playing with yourself, don�t you? You probably
like it far better than fucking a real woman like me. What else were you doing
this morning, huh? Playing with yourself! You shameless little piece of shit!
Admit it! Admit your guilt, your weakness, and maybe I�ll let you jerk yourself
off!�
Kneeling over me, glaring
down, with her beautiful huge breasts heaving with excitement and her hot,
sweet cunt just out of reach, Big Linda Skrue seemed a totally different person
from my detached, efficient, calmly professional home health aide. I could
hardly believe that woman even existed.
In her place was a
powerfully motivated sexual creature, a simmering cauldron of intense,
consuming desires, boiling with the uncontainable need to dominate and
humiliate a helpless male -- perhaps even the whole male sex, by proxy.
I�d never seen anything like
it. Whence came such a burning need? Someone must have hurt her bad at one
time, to make her so determinedly misogynous. Or perhaps it was just that every
man she�d deigned to try had failed to satisfy her�
Whatever the case, it was
clear that Big Mistress Linda meant to thoroughly degrade me more than just
verbally as the price of having sex. Yet as I lay there buck-naked and
completely helpless beneath her -- and far too long deprived of any kind of
intercourse -- I somehow found the price shamefully easy to pay.
Intentionally or not, Big
Linda�s overbearing, domineering approach had managed to tap into strange,
hidden needs buried so deep in my own traumatized psyche that I�d never before
admitted or acknowledged them. To this day I still haven�t unraveled the
mystery of their existence. But I do know one thing for sure. Somehow our
previous confrontation in the bathtub had shown me an avenue into ecstasy more
profound than anything I�d ever dreamed of.
I remembered the incredible
intensity of my involuntary orgasm, and the secret, guilty pleasure of being
caught indulging in my own degradation.
Somehow in that shocked
moment of utter shame and exquisite, mind-blowing release, I�d unwittingly
crossed a border into some perverse, narcissistic inner terrain, an uncharted
realm of eager, willing submission to personal humiliation. Now, prostrated
before this powerfully aggressive, utterly and completely dominant woman, that
deeply rooted hunger yearned upward in me, suddenly urging me to abandon myself
to Big Mistress Linda�s ruthless, authoritarian control. And really, what
choice did I have? Like an omnipotent goddess she loomed over me: beautiful,
wrathful, and implacable.
And then suddenly Big
Linda�s patience ran out. She struck me, slapping me smartly across the face.
�I said admit it!� she screamed. �Admit your weakness, you fucking piece of
shit!� She slapped me harder, again and again, and the pain was exciting,
delicious, sharpening my humiliation to the point where I was finally able to
cry out my willing submission.
�Yes, Mistress!� I cried.
Unrehearsed the words tumbled from me. �Yes, I am, I�m weak! I�m a weak,
worthless little shit! I play with myself, I do! I sit alone in the bathtub and
masturbate, wishing I were man enough for you! Oh, Mistress, I�m a bad, dirty,
shameful little boy!�
�That�s better!� Big Linda
shouted immediately. �Now do it! Jerk yourself off, right here in front of me!�
�No, no, Big Linda!� I
wailed, getting totally into the game. �Please, don�t make me touch myself,
it�s dirty, it�s evil, it�s bad!�
����������� �That�s
right!� she screeched back. �It�s sleazy and disgusting and you love it! Now do
it, you shameless, worthless little bastard! Touch yourself!�
And so at last I closed my
eyes and reached down, taking myself in hand, but before I could begin abusing
myself, my mistress Big Linda slapped me again, so hard it stunned me, snarling
�Look at me, damn you! Open your eyes and look me in the face while you do it,
you filthy little slut-bug!�
And so I complied, lying
guilty there beneath her, watching her watch me with an expression of
irremediable contempt as I slowly fondled myself. Stroking my rock-hard penis,
cupping and rubbing my quivering balls, I finally took my waiting cock in a
firm hard grip and started pumping away.
Deeply humiliated I jerked
my rod, gasping and groaning and feeling my face color red with shame.
Meanwhile Big Linda Skrue smirked derisively down at me, folding her arms under
her magnificent breasts and dishing out a constant, scathing critique of my
performance.
Was that as fast as I could
go? Was that as hard as I could get?�
She wasn�t surprised. A worthless piece of shit like me...she wanted to
see more, damn it! More! Perform for your mistress, slave!
And so I worked it harder,
panting and moaning, pumping and jerking myself for all I was worth. Meanwhile
my eyes crawled avidly over Big Mistress Linda�s unbelievable body, poised
above me in mocking judgment of my weakness and perversity.
What a sight! Better than
any lonely bathroom pin-up by far. Soon I felt myself pulsing and throbbing,
swelling ever bigger and fatter, my buzzing balls tingling with need.
Eventually I was whimpering and moaning uncontrollably under my own urgent
self-stimulation, my face and cock burning red-hot with blood and my desperate
arousal peaking. Yet I wasn�t the only one turned on.
By this time Big Linda Skrue
had become visibly aroused as well. Her stiffly pointed nipples were incredibly
erect, with obvious gooseflesh rashed out all over her wonderful big body.
Meanwhile both hands had crept between her legs, and with her head thrown back
and her chest thrust out she began working her hungry genitals with breathless
abandon.
Oh, man!
Masturbating there before me
she was a stunning sight, her long, red-golden hair falling over her powerful
shoulders in a shining cascade, her beautiful freckled face flushed with
arousal and her massive tits jiggling to the rhythm of her strokes. At last she
began reaching for her climax, gouging at herself and shrieking �Now, Slut-boy!
Come now, damn you! Blow that filthy hot load all over yourself!�
Her command was absolute.
The eruption building in my balls became instantly uncontainable. Sticky-white
dream cream suddenly fountained from my prick, leaping so far and high in the
air that thick, hot splatters of it rained wetly down all over my chest, belly,
even my helpless face and neck. That was all Big Linda needed.
Seeing me degraded like that
her own uncontainable orgasm tore through her, exiting her shuddering body in
an escalating series of intense, animalistic screams. Higher and higher they
rose, shivering the air of the room, and my fear of her grew apace. She sounded
like some kind of copulating she-leopard in heat. But last Big Linda tapered
off into panting gasps, sneering down at me as she regained her breath.
�Look at you, with your own
come dripping down your face.� But for some reason her scorn was less than it
was, and she leaned over and began licking me off.
With her wet, deliciously
warm tongue, Big Linda Skrue cleaned first my face and neck, then my chest and
stomach and finally the spent, slowly wilting length of my cock.
She spent several long
minutes licking and slurping and sucking me up, and before long she had me
coaxed up into yet another erection.
But the moment I was hard again she quit, rising from the bed and retrieving
her coat from the floor.
�That�s all for tonight.�
Big Linda declared. �I�m not touching you again. I�ve got other things to do.
Finish it up yourself, Slut-boy.� She gestured peremptorily, and waited until I
once again took myself in hand. Then she continued.
�You just jerk yourself off
one more time, and think about how much you want me to fuck you. You might not
be so grateful later. �Cause believe me, little
sex toy, we�re just getting started. I�ve got things to do to you that you
won�t believe. I�ll see you tomorrow
night, little man. Just you wait. In
the meantime, get jerking!� And with that she turned and slammed out the door,
leaving me alone, naked and erect in the dark.
Still stunned, I didn�t even
try to come to terms with what had just happened. I just started pumping
myself, picturing Big Linda�s sneering face and feeling my own cheeks coloring
again with shame. Now that I knew who the real
boss was around here, I obeyed her unconditionally.
Whipped along by the goad of
Big Linda�s imagined demands, I jerked and jerked and jerked my stubbornly hard
yet increasingly raw cock until I thought my arm would fall off. Yet finally,
after nearly half an hour of painful, urgent labor, I at last managed to yank
myself to the day�s third orgasm.
Crying out with unbelievable release and relief, I spasmed and shuddered and
spewed out a single, pearly white dot to the menacing memory of Big Linda
Skrue.
����������� Then,
my arm aching, cock-sore and shame-faced, exhausted and depleted, I collapsed
asleep. Morning -- and tomorrow night -- would just have to take care of
themselves.
I only hoped I�d be ready
when they finally came.
Visit Two:� Turning the Tables
Well, I�d been warned.
That�s about all I can say about the ordeal I was facing. Mistress had told me
-- warned me -- that she had things to do to me. Unbelievable things.
But I guess my imagination just wasn�t the equal of Big Linda Skrue�s
depravity.
Of course, at that point how
could it be? I wasn�t yet then the man(?) I am now. My transformation into
pointless sexual plaything was just beginning. As yet I had no idea how far
things could go. But I�d learn soon enough. Although this was only the second
night of our incredible affair, it was an occasion that would forever establish
the future tenor of my twisted relationship with Big Linda Skrue.
Another profound,
fundamental reversal of position was imminent: a further transfer of power from
me to her that would open yawning trap doors into depths of subjugation I would
wish had remained forever closed. Following a pattern set just the day before
it was again the darkest depths of the middle of the night when I suddenly
heard the front door slam open. Startled I called out, but there was no
response to my cries but the sharp, heavy tread of spike-heeled boots.
I strained hopelessly to
move, but was only able to shift my arms, shoulders and upper body. Then Big
Linda Skrue stepped into the room, and as she turned to confront me I saw the
flash of steel-studded collars above the neck and below the cuffs of her long
leather overcoat. Immediately my heart began pounding, and I felt a paralyzing
mix of dreadful fear and desperate, uncontrollable desire. I couldn�t have
moved if I was able as she slowly unbelted the coat and shrugged it to the
floor.
In the dim light from the
hallway I saw at first just the savage gleam of her burning eyes and bared
teeth. Then, dropping my gaze past her spiked collar and down the great height
of her sculpted, statuesque body, I caught my breath.
Big Linda was completely
naked -- except for the aforementioned collars, boots, and a tight, complex
harness of black leather straps. Wickedly spiked and studded all over, this
supported and separated her huge breasts, as well as looping around her back,
shoulders, waist and crotch. Buckles and rings glimmered in the faint light,
and a pair of stainless-steel handcuffs hung at her waist, jingling and
jostling another long, dark object that hung there as she approached. I felt a
thrill of fear as I thought I recognized it (what possible use could she have
for one of those?), and then she was upon me, ripping away the blankets and
exposing my naked body to the night.
I hadn�t seen or heard from
her since the night before, when she left me panhandled and naked and once
again dutifully jerking off. Yet she barely acknowledged me.� Without a word she climbed boots and all
right onto the bed. In a second she was atop me, effortlessly subduing my
feeble struggles and capturing my hands.
Big Linda quickly and
professionally cuffed me, ignoring my whimpered pleas as she locked my wrists
together and secured them high above my head. Then she leaned back, hands on
her hips, staring down at me silently. Her huge tits heaved and her panting
breath hissed excitedly between her teeth.
I had only a moment to taste
the strange, exciting new thrill of my bondage, and then suddenly Big Linda
dropped atop me. Instantly her body began writhing: hips twisting and grinding,
roughly pumping against me as she simultaneously thrust her huge, firmly
strapped and supported breasts against my face.
Oh, man! Hands found the
back of my head, twining in my hair and pulling me forward into that enveloping
chest with savage pressure. Warm, firm, taut big breasts squashed my cheeks,
burying me in the press of that gloriously resilient flesh. Crushed and
ravished beneath that beautiful big body, I could see little but the shiny, red-golden
fall of her hair that draped itself around us in a silky, undulating curtain.
And still Big Linda manhandled me around, pumping and writhing and working
herself against me in the first urgent frenzy of her need.
After a moment, I noticed
that in her frantic squirming and pumping Big Linda was gradually nudging my
legs apart, forcing them open beneath her until she lay between. There she began rubbing and pumping her
strap-clad self against my naked body in earnest. Yet that wasn�t the only
change. The circular, grinding friction she�d previously been generating had
been replaced by a more straightforward, up-and-down rocking motion. Soon I
realized that she was actually humping
me.
Huh?
Driven by whatever strange,
unexplained need brought her to my bed in the middle of the night, Big Linda
Skrue enveloped my helplessly straddled body: anchoring my upper half in her
embrace and grinding her mons veneris
forcefully, rhythmically up into my open crotch. Holding me down, further
spreading my legs wider and wider, she grunted and snarled and roughly rubbed
herself off on me.
What an incredibly strange,
unexpected sensation! It was unlike anything I was prepared for, and I was
stunned into enjoying it.
So this was how it felt:
being taken, being used, being the one on the bottom! Soon I was really getting
off on it, loving the butchy, masculine way that Big Linda used her magnificent
body�s considerable weight and strength against my own pinned and helpless
form. But then when she heard my moans of joy, Big Mistress Linda suddenly
paused in her labors and rose up, looming over me in the dark.
With her strong shoulders
squared and her seemingly soccer ball-sized breasts silhouetted from behind she
looked imposing indeed, and my heart pounded with a delicious trepidation as I
lay there, awaiting my mistress� desire.
What would it be tonight?
More ridicule, tit-flogging, humiliating masturbation? Would she suck me off
maybe, or would I taste her surely unbelievably sweet pussy? Better yet,
instead of just riding my face, would she at last lower herself, and finally
deign to fuck me? Seconds ticked away as I lay there speculating. Then suddenly
I thought of Big Linda last night, and my endless, wickedly enforced efforts at
masturbation.
I remembered my mistress
mocking me as I played, and warning me against wishing for her to fuck me --
implying that the greatest of my desires would eventually prove to be my
undoing. Then, as these disquieting thoughts flashed suddenly across my mind, I
heard an ominous click, as Mistress slowly, deliberately unhooked the object
that hung at her side and held it up between us.
With a gasp of shock and
recognition I saw that it was indeed a shiny black dildo, big and thick and
wickedly ridged, sporting a life-like head and a complex web of upraised veins
traveling the entire length of the heavy, curved shaft.
Seeing the strange mix of
uneasy fear and desperate, unholy desire on my face, Big Linda finally broke
her silence.
�That�s right, Slut-boy,�
she intoned ominously, �I�m going to take you. I�ve always wanted to show one
of you brutish male bastards how it feels, and you�re the perfect candidate --
totally helpless. I told you I had things to do to you -- unbelievable things.
But I don�t think you quite got the picture. So I�m going to spell it right
out. I�m going to butt-fuck you. I�m going to pound my big, black, nine-inch
cock right into your ass. See?� She held it up, sneering at me, and began to
chant in her derision.
�Little pig, little pig, let
me in!
I�m gonna hump and pump and
fuck your back door in!
I�m going to rape and ram
and ream you out good,
Fuck your little boy-cunt
you know I should!�
Big Linda laughed grimly,
brandishing her giant dick. �You wanted to get fucked, huh? You wanted me to
fuck you? Well okay, Slut-boy. You�re going to live up to your new name. I�m
gonna fuck you. And I�m gonna fuck you
hard. I�m gonna put this big prick on and fuck you until you cry and scream
and beg me for more!� So get ready for
your Mistress� cock, you contemptible little slut. Here it comes!�
I shook my head at this in
hopeless denial, watching as Big Linda slowly slid that long, thick dildo deep
up inside her. Sliding it in and out, twisting it around and around and
liberally lubricating it with her own sweet juices, she finally withdrew it and
somehow snapped it onto the heavy leather harness at her crotch. Then she posed
there, that massive black cock-club jutting frighteningly forward.
Oh my god. What had I done,
letting this woman inside my defenses? At last I could taste to the dregs the
hopelessness of my condition, the horror of being able to completely feel my
lower limbs and body but not command them. What defense had I against the
weapon that sprouted from Big Linda�s groin? I couldn�t even close my useless
legs.
Paralyzed indeed by more
than just dread, I couldn�t tear my eyes off it. Struggling fruitlessly I
chafed my wrists in the cuffs as she positioned me: propping up my hips, then
lifting and spreading my accommodating legs to their widest possible access. Watching
the bulbous black head of my doom approach, I squirmed to the pit of my
cowardly male soul.
Terrified, repulsed -- and
yet still, in some strange way deeply excited -- I whimpered and begged
appeasingly: pleading with Big Linda not to do this to me. But of course she
ignored me completely, pausing only to fondle and squeeze my swollen member and
tingling balls before moving her hands lower to open me up and guide it in.
She took me then, grinning
wickedly down at my utter helplessness as she thrust forward, filling me up
with her painfully large prick.
Ahhhhhh, goddess! I cried
out, fighting her brutal invasion, but she was implacable: slowly withdrawing
from me only to push forward more firmly, forcing herself further, deeper up
into my tight little ass.
God damn her! Handcuffed and
helpless, humiliated like never before, I lay struggling in shame beneath my
pitiless, utterly dominant Mistress, enduring while she violated me. Soon she
was vigorously pumping her hips, kneeling before my elevated opening and
building up a soon-to-be-familiar thrusting, stabbing rhythm that threatened
that drive me completely mad. Her every potent stroke speared deeper, deeper,
until at last her shapely hips were slamming up into me, rocking the immovable
object of my captive body with the unstoppable force of her incredible thrusts.
Unbelievable. Big Linda
Skrue grinned down at me, panting with exertion. With her big round breasts
bobbing and jiggling between her strong, muscular arms, her prying hands held
my butt-cheeks spread firmly wide open, my lowest personal hole gaping wide to
receive each and every inch of those deeply penetrating stabs.
What a cruel, potent,
indomitable mistress! Fearsomely gorgeous in her spiked collars and studded
loops of harness, Big Mistress Linda maintained a mocking eye contact with me
all the while she fucked me: forcing me to personally acknowledge the
humiliating reality of the circumstances. Naturally my own blushing cheeks
burned hot with shame, yet strangely enough, the rest of my involuntary
response was totally contrary to what you might think. Despite the fundamental
violation of my masculinity, despite (or alas, maybe because of) my extremely
humiliating subjugation, in my teetering brain-state I suddenly felt my strange
new compulsion for sexual submission come roaring to life.
Holy SHIT! I suddenly
thought, at last starting to slide toward acceptance. Now this was being dominated! This
was being on the bottom with an unholy vengeance! What more telling
expression of Big Linda�s power over me could there possibly be?
Before long my low, groaning
response to Big Linda�s thrusting hips and raping cock began to take on an
unmistakable crooning note of pleasure, and instead of struggling to bring my
unresponsive legs together, I soon found myself straining just as hard to
spread them wider. Still she worked it up into me: pumping harder, faster,
spearing up into the secret center of my body like a fatal invader.
Eventually I could no longer
hide my reluctant arousal, and Big Linda finally noticed my bobbing, swollen
erection, heard the uncontrollable moans and gasps of pleasure that burst from
my lips. She began to taunt me mercilessly then as she pounded her hard length
in.
�Look at you!� She hissed.
�You faggy, piggy little boy-slut! You love it, don�t you? You love having me
fuck you! Don�t you? Slut-boy! I knew you�d earn that name! I�m never going to
call you anything else now! Slut-boy! Slut-boy! SLUT-BOY!
�You like my hard cock,
don�t you? You love it! Take it then, damn you! Take it deep, high up into your
tight little ass! Uhn! Uhn! Uhn! Do you feel that? Huh? Do you feel what it�s
like to be fucked, fucked so hard you can�t stand it, and yet you�re still
begging for more? Take it then, Slut-boy! Take this! And this! And this!�
Punctuating her cries with
especially hard, vicious thrusts, Big Linda Skrue stabbed it up into me,
grabbing and rubbing my quivering balls as she did so. �You want it, don�t
you?� she accused, squeezing my hard cock as she continued to slam her own up
into me. �Admit it, you bastard! Beg me for it, damn you! Beg!�
I shook my head in horror at
this ultimate degradation, but Big Linda would not be denied. Slapping me,
cursing me, she raged at me to beg her for the shameful pleasure of her
violating cock. Finally she pulled it almost all the way out of me, demanding:
�Beg me, you fucking piece of shit, or I�ll stop!� Then she gently nudged the
head of her hard prick in and out of my aching and now hungry hole, cruelly
teasing me with it.
This was too much, and I
finally gave in to the inevitable, crying out �Okay, fuck me, fuck me hard! I
love it, I do! Please, fuck me Big Linda! Fuck me up the asshole hard!�
�That�s better!� she
snarled, and cruelly drove her big black cock instantly and entirely back up into
me.� �Now keep it up!�
Of course I obeyed
unreservedly, and soon I was chanting mindlessly away, going �Fuck me,
Mistress, fuck me Big Linda, fuck me Mistress, fuck me Big Linda, fuck me Big
Linda, Big Linda, B�Linda, B�Linda, B�LINDA! Her potent, talismanic name itself
became my mantra as she once again renewed her plunging rhythm.
Then at last my Big Mistress
Linda took some pity on me, perhaps rewarding my shameless acceptance of her
violation. Whatever the reason, in addition to pounding herself brutally in and
out and in and out of my tight little ass, she suddenly grabbed my stiff prick
sticking so straight up in front of her and began pumping on it in equal time
with the urgent rhythm of her butt-stabbing strokes.
Oh man, I almost swooned it
felt so good!
Her hard cock slammed up
into me, continuing my incredibly demeaning and demoralizing subjugation. Each
stroke rubbed my sensitive prostate and simultaneously jiggled my tight,
swollen balls with their load of jizz until they jazzed with a nearly
uncontrollable need for release. But now both of her strong hands also gripped
my engorged purple dick, pulling back against the force of her rhythm and
increasing her fucking leverage considerably. With the lucky benefit of my
uncircumcised prick, this had the incredible effect of jerking me rapidly up
and down and up and down in a painfully hard clench. My burning bone slipped
delightfully back and forth and back and forth within a thin sheath of tightly
squeezed flesh.
Sweet Jesus, I didn�t know
if I was male or female or both here, and I didn�t much care. All I knew was
that I was out of my mind with ecstasy. Finally it was too much, and I think I
screamed aloud -- I�m not quite sure -- as I at last felt an unstoppable
volcano boil up through my throbbing, straining, hugely swollen cock. But
before my semen could spray out of me in those familiar, powerfully pumping
spasms of pure pleasure, Big Linda�s pounding thrusts into my ass finally
climaxed in a supreme, spearing frenzy.
Releasing my shuddering cock
at the penultimate moment, she dropped suddenly towards me, catching herself
with her hands and propping herself up on palms and toes in order to get her
entire weight behind every unbelievable stroke. Then she began hammering away
in earnest. Sliding out to the tip of
the head and then slamming back into the base again and again, she delivered
such a frantic succession of such incredibly deep, painfully driving
dick-thrusts that I know I screamed and screamed and screamed
aloud my uncontainable pain and pleasure. Meanwhile my wildly shuddering prick
finally exploded, merging invasion with orgasm at last and spraying us both
with thick, copious gobs of hot sperm. Yet only after every last drop dribbled
out did the amazing B�Linda Skrue at last collapse atop me, exhausted from her
prodigious energy expenditure.
Her hard prick still filled
me, and the pressure of her heavy breasts squashed against me was pleasant.
Nevertheless, all I could do was pant and fight for breath, basking in the
afterglow of the most unexpectedly incredible sexual experience of my life. But
eventually my mistress stirred, backing up and slowly sliding out of me.
Apparently satisfied
already, Big Linda Skrue rose from the bed of my defilement and removed the
long rubber dildo that had given me such painful pleasure. She returned it to
her belt, unlocking the handcuffs on my wrists and doing likewise with them.
Then, leaving me spread open wide and wet with sweat and semen, she got into
her coat and without another word stomped out of the house.
As I said: unbelievable.
Just as she�d promised, of course. Yet what about me? What about my own
unbelievable response? Squirming, I tried to shut off all thought of it.
Unwilling to more than obliquely confront what had happened to me, I lay there
exhausted, caressing my aching, violated body. Then I began to wonder what
would happen to me when B�Linda Skrue inevitably returned.
B�Linda�s First Interlude: My Own Little Toy
Lately I�ve been having the
most exciting time with this guy I know -- I can�t believe he actually puts up
with it. Ever since I caught him jerking off one day he�s been completely at my
mercy. The best part of it is, he used to be my boss! I was actually afraid
he�d cancel my contract. But after our first night or two together I knew I had
absolutely nothing to worry about. There�s nothing I can do to him that
wouldn�t make him just fall on his face and beg me for more.
It�s pretty obvious why, of
course. He�s been living in a state of enforced celibacy for years, letting his
perverted little imagination run riot. The poor little fuck reminds me of a kid
in a candy store with no nickel in his pocket, left to conjure up his
gratification with nothing more than impotent images. After five or ten years
of that, who knows what he�s had to think about in order to get his rocks off.
Then again, who cares? I certainly don�t. The only thing that matters here is
that he�s twisted and desperate, and with his
sick little needs, he�s like sexual silly-putty in my inventive hands.
I can literally do anything to him I want. First I like to
sneak into his bedroom, late in the middle of the night, and take him by
surprise, leaping onto his bed and totally, completely dominating him. I play
with him for hours, forcing him to service me however I please, making him
submit to all kinds of outrageously kinky things.���������������������������������������������������������������������������������������������������������������������
Of course, I�ve got to look
the part of a demon dominatrix, so usually I dress up in this harness of tight
leather straps, my big 40-DDD tits just bursting out of it, and I wear
silver-studded collars on my neck and wrists. Then I put on spike-heeled boots
and my black leather overcoat and stride over there: kicking in his door and
snapping on the light.
I love the way his shy brown
eyes jerk open, starting in shock and fear and then widening in uneasy
recognition. Immediately I tear off my overcoat, and as his eager gaze fastens
on my huge, out-thrust beasts, I feel a familiar rush of power surge through
me. He is mine! The way his eyes
crawl greedily over my body I know he can never
refuse me. I spring forward, ripping off the blankets, and already his fat
little piece of meat is twitching, swelling. For now I ignore it though. Time
enough for that later.
�Big Linda, please....� he
manages, and then I�m upon him, straddling his body and dropping my weight on
his belly. He gasps, and before he can begin to recover I grab him by the hair
and bury his face in my tits. He struggles under me, thrashing about a little
bit, but I crush him down and start twisting my shoulders violently back and
forth, beating him into submission with my swinging, slapping, heavily hanging
breasts.
Trapped under my powerful
body he starts whimpering and pleading with me, his voice muffled but its
groveling tone unmistakable. Yet still his disobedient cock continues to grow,
climbing the inside of my thigh to press insistently up against me.
That impudent bastard! I
pull back, and clamping his head in my hands I rub one of my stiffly hardened
nipples all over his face, roughly grinding it around and around before finally
forcing open his jaws and pushing it between his waiting lips.
�Suck me!� I demand, and he
complies, immediately pulling at my tender, swollen nipple for all he�s worth.
Much as I hate to admit it, he�s actually kind of good at it. Feeding
voraciously at my swollen breast his thick lips create a long, hard, almost
painfully deep suction. He peers humbly up at me, an insecure little boy
pathetically seeking approval.��������������������������������������������������������������������������������������������������������������
Of course I give him none,
and tearing my tit from his jaws I scramble up his body to squash my aching cunt
down into his helpless face. There I ride him, holding fistfuls of his hair and
rasping myself back and forth and all around, barely giving him a chance to
breathe. Finally I settle on his mouth and let him eat me, but the eager,
fumbling way he goes about it fills me with scorn.�����������������������������������������������
It�s obvious my little
Slut-boy here still has a thing or two to learn. Well, I�m just the woman for
that! Big Mistress Linda can always provide strict indoctrination into the art of
oral sex! First I start taunting him, berating him for his inadequacy, and the
guilty blush of his shame gets me off like nothing else. That childish little
pansy. Suddenly my cunt feels like voracious mouth, eager to devour his face.
����������� Fuck
teaching him anything else. I decide to just use him. That�s what he�s there
for, right? Just a worthless little sex toy. Let him learn on his own, if he�s
able. If not, let him suffer the consequences.
I push his head back, deep
into the pillow, and start rubbing myself off on his jutting chin. That hard
knob of bone is covered with stubble, and it rasps and chafes and tickles my
burning clit like mad. Then I just go nuts, attacking him with my pussy, using
him like I do my cheapest vibrator. Back and forth, up and down, I grind my
groin against his helpless face, slathering him with my sticky juices until I
just can�t stand it anymore. Then at last I turn to his worthless prick.
By this time it�s swollen
into an iron-hard spike, sticking up from his crotch like an eight-inch
exclamation point. Finally, after extensive teasing more than a little sadistic
procrastination I mount it, inserting it in one of my holes and jamming myself
down.
Slut-boy cries out, drowning
my own little gasp of pleasure. I slap him as I fuck him, again and again,
letting him know who�s boss. Meanwhile my hips quickly find their rhythm, and I
drop forward, planting my hands on his shoulders and dangling my tremendous
tits in his face. Then, firmly holding him down, I ride that hot spike of flesh
furiously, gasping and grunting and groaning with pleasure, feeling my first
orgasm of the night building.
At last it rips through me,
and suddenly I find myself screaming deliriously, mindlessly riding out the
ecstatic waves of contractions that pulse through my loins. Dimly I hear the
worthless little shit trapped under me cry out, and as my tight cunt convulses
on it the hard cock I�m riding suddenly starts spasming and shuddering, then it
spurts out a slippery hot load, deep up inside me.
That goddamn bastard! Furiously I scream at him,
venting my rage with a powerful roundhouse slap. He isn�t supposed to come
until I tell him to, damn it! I
wanted that tasty-gooey-hot-salt-load!
I strike him again,
literally rocking his head, and then climb off.
That fucking loser. That
useless piece of shit. Luckily I now know how to punish that kind of
transgression. By confronting the worthless offender with his very worst
nightmare.
You see, after years of
intense sexual study, I believe I�ve finally found the secret to controlling a
man.
Whether dealt out
occasionally as a rare reward or inflicted daily as a regular punishment, this
particular disciplinary tool draws its effectiveness from the devastating truth
it conveys: that despite his terrifying fears, every last man on Earth secretly
yearns to be the recipient, not the giver, of a good invasive fuck.
It�s true. Don�t even try to
deny it. I can see it now in Slut-boy�s conflicted face. Deep in their hearts,
all men know that the ancient, planet-dominating force embodied in their pricks
is basically useless and pathetic without the even greater miracle of a human
woman�s fertile furrow.
You see we are the givers of life, holders of the most incredible power in
the universe. Men know this, and despite all their earthly dominance they yearn for it. Subconsciously they yearn
for it so bad they can�t resist trying to emulate it. Sooner or later they love
having that big hard dick directed right back at them. Why do you think there
are so many faggots in the world?
The philosophy of Big Linda
Skrue in a nutshell. Oh well. Determined to re-teach an old lesson, I go to my
coat, and from an inside pocket I take my favorite black rubber dildo: long and
thick and heavily ridged with life-like veins and contours. Relishing the look
of fear and horror on Slut-boy�s guilty face, I attach my big hard cock
securely to the harness at my crotch and return to the bed.�
�You know the penalty for an unauthorized orgasm!� I
snarl. �Roll over!�
And with that I move in and really show my Slut-boy what it means to
be fucked!
Visit Three: On the Cutting Edge
Oh man, you wouldn�t believe
what also happened. That night was easily either the best or the worst
experience of my entire life. I�m still trying to figure out which.�
At shortly after 2 a.m. the
door again crashed open, wrenching me from a sound sleep and into
heart-pounding wakefulness. There, framed in the doorway, hands on her hips,
stood my implacable Mistress Big Linda Skrue. I knew what she wanted -- in
general, at least -- and I gasped as I saw the latest expression of her
endlessly inventive need.
Her long, shiny hair was
tucked up into a crisply billed army cap, and mirrored sunglasses covered her
eyes. Yet the haughty, imperious sneer on her beautiful face was far from the
most intimidating thing about her. The rest of her outrageous get-up was
straight out of some poor enslaved submissive�s worst-case wet-dream
fuck-fantasy.
Besides her tightly laced
combat boots, she wore little but an outsized army fatigue jacket, open down
the front. The tough cloth stretched tightly around her generous curves, and
the sagging, revealing open deliciously exposed the ripe, swelling globes of
her enormous breasts.
The khaki sleeves were also
ripped off, exposing Big Linda�s heavy, orange-freckled biceps, and a web belt
cinched it at her waist. Shocked and immediately demoralized, I nevertheless
noticed a wicked array of objects dangling from that belt: handcuffs and
shackles, a limber leather riding crop, the usual assortment of dildoes of
course, and there, sheathed at her side, a long, wide-bladed bayonet.
Holy shit. Despite my
stubbornly twitching cock I groaned to myself.
Now what? Now what strange,
twisted perversity was in store for me? I had no doubt that I�d accept it --
what else could I do? -- but by now I was beginning to fear for my sanity.
Really, how would I ever be able live normally again, after the extremes Big
Linda drove me to? But as usual my brutal blonde dominatrix gave no sign of her
specific intent. She merely stood there, scowling down at me, then stepped
deliberately into the room.
Approaching the bed, Big
Linda stripped away the covers with one practiced sweep of her arm and
immediately set about securing my helpless body. She slapped shackles on my wrists
and ankles, spreading my arms and legs out wide and cuffing them to the bed�s
four corner posts.� When I was at last
stretched tightly out, spread-eagled and securely chained, without any
possibility of movement at all, she moved in, looming ominously over me.
Finally I mustered the nerve to break the silence, but I got no further than
the first word.
�What � � I began, and my
mistress Big Linda stopped me instantly, with a stinging roundhouse slap that
numbed my cheek and brought tears to my eyes with its force.�
�Silence!�
she shrieked. �Prisoners do not speak unless ordered to!��
Stars spun in my head, and
with my shocked face twitching and tingling and then suddenly flaming with
delayed pain I bit my lip, trembling, while she looked me deliberately up and
down. Finally her attention fastened on the stiffly upright rod of my prick,
and she seized it in a painfully tight grip.
�All right, prisoner� Big
Linda growled, in a low, menacing tone, �What the hell is this fucking thing?�
My plump purple plum jutted
from her enclosing fist like a pulsing heart, and the death grip she had on it
was exquisitely arousing. Searching in vain for my voice I merely groaned,
unable to understand or articulate my instinctive response.
When I was slow to answer
she jerked on me, pulling the monster -- as I humbly call it -- painfully back
and down until it pointed straight between my splayed apart feet. �Speak!� she
demanded.�
�It ... it ... its only my
prick,� I finally stammered, wincing, �and it�s yours anyway, you know that.�
Usually it�s wise to play along. But not this time.�
�Well if it my prick,� Big
Linda snapped right back, �What the hell is it doing hard without my permission?�
I could only shake my head,
unable to answer, and that was when she drew the knife, twelve inches of cold,
gleaming steel. My heart leaped immediately into my throat.
�Well!� She snarled again.
�Since you don�t know, and since it�s
my prick, maybe I�ll just cut it
right the fuck off! Prisoners are not allowed to have hard-ons without permission!� With that she pulled down
harder against my straining cock�s curve, exposing the vein-marbled root, and
with an eager growl of excitement she put the cool, keen edge of her blade to
the base of my blood-filled member.
�Naturally I thrashed against my bonds, fruitlessly seeking escape,
but of course it was useless. I was chained out as taut as a violin string.
Oh man! Just like before,
the incredible, delicious thrill of my bondage was exquisitely arousing to me,
making my predicament ever so much worse. Nevertheless I burst forth with a
flood of pleas and cries, begging Big Linda not to take my humble manhood.
Somehow I sensed that this wasn�t a game; that maybe this time she actually
meant to really hurt me, and I begged and whimpered and groveled
uncontrollably, caught up in heart-freezing terror. Yet in spite of this fear,
or perhaps indeed because of it, my desperately perverted arousal grew even
greater as well.
My thick, back-bent, hugely
swollen cock burned against the cold
steel of the bayonet blade, and it throbbed so powerfully that it surely would
have been cut had her strong grip not held it firm. Meanwhile my balls boiled with desire, and that potent
sensory fire drove all coherent thought from my head. Yet somehow my frantic, desperate
pleas caught Big Linda�s attention, and she paused, looking down at me
scornfully.�
�What, you value this
worthless little piece of meat?� she sneered. �You want to keep it? Well you
just admitted that it�s mine. Give me one good reason why I shouldn�t just cut
it off and cram it right down your fucking throat!�
Needless to say, I racked my
spinning brain, trying desperately to think of a way to save my manhood.
Unfortunately, Big Linda Skrue�s sharp, deadly bayonet was lightly, teasingly
tracing circles around my turgid prick and tingling balls, making it almost
impossible to think. Then abruptly she snapped, �Time�s up!� and pulled my
helpless cock back even harder, stretching out its neck and once again exposing
the root. As she placed the heavy blade�s razor edge to my skin, my mental
paralysis immediately broke.�
�No!� I cried, �Wait, I
know, I know, I can use it on you!� I was babbling, terrified. �I will, I will,
I will, B�Linda, I promise! Please, B�Linda, please, use me, use my prick and balls
and butt-hole and body like you always do!��
Tempted in spite of herself,
Big Linda paused, still holding the blade against my rock-hard cock, and said,
�What, this thing? You think you can satisfy me with this? Never!�� Again
she bent to her task, squeezing me tighter and preparing to sever my swollen
manhood in one quick stroke. Screaming and thrashing, straining my thews to the
limit but wholly unable to move a muscle against the taut chains, I tried one
last time. �Oh God, B�Linda no! I swear, you will come so hard so many times,
please, just give me a chance!�
Mercifully she paused again,
her biceps flexing as she gripped the knife, considering. Then finally she
answered, biting off her words viciously. �All right, prisoner. You�ll get your
chance. You�ve got until dawn. I�ll try this pathetic little cock, and the rest
of you, too. But if I�m not totally, totally satisfied, if I don�t have the
best fucking night of my entire sex life, off it comes!�� She sheathed the knife in one fluid motion,
releasing my throbbing prick.
At once it shot back up to
its original forward-straining curve, and I almost fainted in my relief. I had
until dawn to satisfy this most voracious, formidable Amazon, but it wasn�t
going to be easy. That became clear right away.�
Big Linda Skrue attacked
immediately, hitching up the skirt of her shirt and taking her usual position
astride my face. But instead of squashing her pussy down into it she edged
forward just a little bit further.
�Now, you worthless
bastard,� she snarled down at me, �I want you to lick out my hole!��
Tentatively I put out my
tongue and began to stroke her sweet vagina with it, but immediately Big Linda
cuffed me hard on the head, stopping me. �Not that one, you idiot! The other!�
I looked up, past her wiry blonde bush and heavily laden belt, between the
massive, matching curves of her giant breasts and finally up into the
implacable glare of her shiny mirrored sunglasses.�
�You heard me, prisoner,�
she growled down, �Lick me out or I�ll cut it off right now!� And so I
did.� My face once again burning with
humiliation, I ran out my tongue and licked up B�Linda Skrue�s asshole, running
it in and all around, pushing and probing with the pointy tasting tip at her wonderful
body�s pink, puckered center. Her hands found and gripped her cheeks then,
spreading them open wide and allowing me total access. Then for several long
minutes I slavishly licked and kissed and tongued her, rubbing my face in her
open hole, all the while feeling my far-away prick throbbing and bobbing and
swaying, straining ever higher into the air.�
By now arousal and shame
seemed inextricably linked for me, and I was almost disappointed when she
finally shifted, grunting her satisfaction and settling her slick pussy over my
mouth with a sigh. Nevertheless I went straight to work, eating her out like
never before.�
I serviced that hot and
juicy cunt like a man possessed, and by the sound of Big Linda�s breathless
panting and moaning I was finally learning the trick of it. Soon she started
rocking herself back and forth, rudely humping me with her crotch, roughly
rubbing herself off on me and treating my face like it was merely some kind of
cheap erotic toy.
Bound and helpless,
sentenced to a savagely intimate mutilation and entirely at Big Linda�s mercy,
I could only lie there, fighting to snatch a breath now and then, as she
roughly twisted and ground and pumped herself into an incredible series of ever
more intense, utterly screaming orgasms. And that was just the beginning.
From there she moved to my
cock, mounting me and using it with such an urgent, frenzied passion that I
couldn�t believe she actually intended to slice it off when she was done. Yet
who knew? She was as unpredictable as she was demanding, and I knew I had no
choice but to believe her threats -- and to perform for her as though my life
depended on it. And so I did, on and on, act after twisted sex act, as Big
Linda Skrue used me for everything her wild imagination and voracious appetite
could dream up.
The night became an
incredible blur of images: B�Linda, battering me about with her giant breasts;
B�Linda, grinding her pussy down into my face and ordering me to lick out her
nether hole; B�Linda, standing next to the bed, cursing foully and whipping me
with her stiff leather riding crop�even B�Linda propped above me on four
points, wielding her strapped-on dildo and brutally corn-holing my tight little
anus. But first and last and most of all, from beginning to end, it was Big
Linda Skrue riding: riding, riding, riding, mounted high on my achingly hard
prick and wildly plunging and bucking her hips.�
It was to this timeless
eternal standard that our endless succession of sex acts always came around
again. Whether facing forward or back, whether I was lodged in her slick pussy
or her tight ass, Big Linda was constantly astride my body. Humping and pumping
away, she was always seeking that next orgasm, and the next, and the next, and
the next, hour after hour as that endless night crept slowly around toward
dawn. But finally the sky behind the curtains began to lighten, and I knew my
time was almost up. Big Linda Skrue noticed too, in the very act of reaming me
out once again, and I suddenly felt her stabbing thrusts cease, and her stiff
prick slide out of me.
She rose from the bed, that
big black cock jutting wickedly forward, bobbing slightly with her movements.
Smirking at the strange, fearful-hungry way I regarded it, she stood staring
ominously down at me, one of her hands toying idly with the base as she slowly
shook her head. �Well, prisoner, it looks like your time is up. It�s dawn, and
I�m not satisfied. Say good-bye to
that worthless little prick!�
What? I gaped at her,
stricken. What about all those helpless moans? Those utter, screaming orgasms?
What about the savage exhilaration that shone from her as she brutally violated
my tender hole? How could she not be satisfied? Unbelievingly I watched in
numb-struck horror as Big Linda Skrue once again drew her bayonet and reached
for my rigid erection.
Pressing the flat of the
blade against my quivering balls, she grinned down at me and said,� �You know, I think I just might take these,
as well. They�re no good to you without a prick, are they? With that long hair
of yours we�ll just make you into a sweet, sexy little girl -- if you live,
that is.��
Incredibly she smiled then,
a cold, wicked smile full of evil intent, and seized the hard spike of my cock.
I couldn�t believe this was happening. And after the exhaustive night we�d just
passed, I didn�t have the energy to even try to resist -- useless as that would
have been. Hopeless tears ran from my eyes, and I broke down as Big Linda once
again pulled my stupid prick up and back and placed her sharp blade against the
root.�
�Oh, quit blubbering,
prisoner,� she sneered down at me, �At least you just had the best sex of your
worthless life, and the knife will be quick and clean. Unless....� she paused.
�Unless you�d rather I used my teeth.�
Seeing the look of
disbelieving horror on my face, Big Linda Skrue crowed with delight. �Oh yes! I
think it would only be appropriate if I bit it off! I�ll save the knife for
your balls!�� With that she laid the
bayonet aside and immediately went down on me.
With her strong, firm hand
tightly anchoring the base of my rigid cock, Big Linda slipped it deftly into
her mouth, her lips closing on the pounding purple head with a sensation that
was nothing short of heavenly. Then she began bobbing, her thick lips sliding
up and down the shaft, taking more and more and more of me with each engulfing
stroke.
Holy shit! For the last time in my life my hotly burning cock gradually
disappeared from view, as Big Mistress Linda Skrue methodically worked to get
her teeth as far down onto me as possible before biting in and savagely
shearing it away.
Dearest goddess, why didn�t
I go crazy? Overcome by a perverse mixture of terror and lust, I cried out
instead in helpless ecstasy. Her strong fist was tightly squeezing and tugging
on my balls, and those soft wet lips felt so good sliding on my shaft that I
thought my head would explode.
Meanwhile my head-bulb
rubbed against the back of Big Linda�s throat. Perhaps realizing that this was
the end, �the monster� seemed determined to make the most of it. My excited
nerve endings sizzled and sang with indescribable pleasure as I slipped further
and further down the open gullet of my doom.�
And then at last Big Linda
Skrue was all the way down, with her nose pressing the flesh of my crotch. Her
lips pulled back from her teeth in a wicked grimace as she prepared to bite.
Again I screamed in terror, feeling her sharp incisors clamp down on the root
of my penis. But then, just as the ultimate horror seemed finally at hand, my
cock and balls suddenly convulsed.
Feeling their end upon them, they exploded
into orgasm, erupting and pumping out an incredible flood of thick, sticky
semen.�
Ribbon after ribbon of hot,
spurting come gushed into Big Linda�s throat, and though her eyes flew wide,
she immediately swallowed and swallowed and swallowed it all greedily down. Still
my thick, precious seed continued to pump out, long after it should have been
spent, filling her up even as it emptied me.
This time
at least it wasn�t wasted. Big Linda�s throat muscles worked and worked,
sucking me out like a water pump, and even when that creamy flow eventually
stopped she continued sucking me dry, tightly squeezing my generous prick from
the bottom up and milking me of every last delicious drop. But finally she sat
up, looking down at me in wonder.
She�d lost the sunglasses at
some point, and gone too was the implacable, demanding glare. Her eyes were now
filled with a strange mixture of both awe and satisfaction. She licked her lips
several times, savoring the salty goo, and at last she spoke. �Well, prisoner,
I can�t believe it, but I think you just won yourself a reprieve. I guess that
useless little prick of yours is good for something after all.��
With that Big Linda got up,
sheathing her knife and going to the head of the bed. Keys jingled as she
removed my shackles, and then she gathered up her things and once again stamped
purposefully out the door, leaving me to lie there, alone, gasping out my
relief.��
Visit Four: Fit to be Tied
I was going crazy. Literally
batshit. I don�t know what else to
say. Big Linda�s midnight visits had become literally mind-blowing. The things she did to me ... I don�t think I�ll ever
be the same again. Take this excerpt from my diary:
How am I ever supposed to go
back to my old life, where I don�t covet and crave my every minute as a slave?
It�s gotten so that I long ago gave up any thought of resisting my mistress.
She�s just so demanding, so forceful, that I�ve had no choice but to submit
completely to her total domination.
Savoring my supreme
soul-thralldom, my complete and utter helplessness, Big Mistress Linda never
fails takes ruthless advantage of it. Her first act upon bursting in on me is
invariably to secure me to the bed, effortlessly subduing my struggles and
tightly chaining me up. Then she flings herself atop me, determined to carry
out whatever mad sexual fantasy she�s dreamed up. Trapped naked with her in
that small apartment, hog-tied up tight or chained out spread-eagled and
helpless, I spend endless hours submitting to her bizarre, depraved sexual
desires.�
In fact, depraved hardly
begins to describe it. Whatever the circumstances, whatever the perverse,
punishing permutation, there are always costumes and games and roles to play;
leather and rubber and steel, harnesses and straps, chains and handcuffs,
blindfolds and shackles and paddles and whips and executioner�s black leather
hoods. Good sex for Big Linda is the ultimate exercise of power over a man,
regardless of the particulars, and so she�s always cruelly merciless:
intentionally demeaning me, dominating and subjugating my captive manhood with
brutal, iron-fisted control.
Looming over my bound and
uselessly struggling form, with her orange-speckled, firmly muscled shoulders
and huge, upthrust breasts bulging through her spike-studded leather harness,
Big Mistress Linda maliciously rubs my face in my helplessness, vengefully
subjecting me to all the conceivable degradations at her considerable command.
Naturally I�ve lost track of all the individual ways in which she abuses me,
but just because she�s inventive in her demands doesn�t mean she ignores the
obvious. There are several set pieces she re-enacts over and over again.
Time after time she�ll make
me replay the humiliating incident that forever established our respective
roles: my desperate, lonely masturbation, her derisive discovery of it, then my
shock and the sudden, uncontrollable orgasm that spawned all of her subsequent
brutal sexual abuse.�
Lying there beneath her, my
face burning with shame, I�ll use a temporarily freed hand to pull and pump and
stroke my own cock, guiltily fondling and caressing and abusing myself.
Taunting me, slapping me,
mocking my shameful, humiliating, yet undeniably arousing actions, Big Mistress
Linda invariably forces me to look her in the eye as she contemptuously
belittles me.� This can go on for what
seems like hours, but finally, after thoroughly debasing me this way, Mistress
eventually tires of this admittedly rather tame sport. Stopping me short of
consummation she chains me back up. Then she decides to take a more aggressive,
straightforward physical approach to my subjugation.
Straddling my body, Big
Linda squares and spreads her muscular shoulders, her spike-gloved hands coming
up to heft and cup those heavy tits in a challenging display of their glorious
abundance. Then she falls atop me, wrenching my head forward and burying my
face in that fleshy embrace. Twisting her powerful shoulders violently back and
forth, she starts beating me about, brutally bludgeoning me with that lush,
firmly strapped and supported weight.
On man! Battered and beaten,
pummeled by those swinging, slapping, pounding pink globes, I endure this
heavenly assault meekly, knowing it�s only the beginning. Big Linda�s power
over me is unlimited, after all, and with its every expression her strange, sadistic
compulsion to dominate me only grows greater.
Exulting in my humble,
servile posture, she flails away for long minutes, thoroughly thrashing me with
those tremendous tits. Then she immediately scrambles up my body and forces me
to perform oral sex on her. Squashing her hot, juicy pussy in my reddened face,
Big Linda Skrue will grab both hands full of my long brown hair and make me
service her hungry cunt for what seems like hours.
Pinned under her towering
body, held motionless while she grinds her crotch against me and growls with
pure animal pleasure, I�ll humbly lick and suck and tongue and nibble at the
fleshy folds of Big Linda�s exalted womanhood until I�m completely exhausted.
Yet any brief let-up or faulty technique is swiftly punished, with a rough cuff
to the head, stinging slaps, or with cruel, hard twists and jerks on my
vulnerable sex organs.
Eventually she�s reduced to
actually humping my increasingly raw face, burying it in her crotch, engulfing
my fully extended tongue and vigorously fucking it like a dick. Yet even when
she�s finally had enough of this, when she finally grunts her temporary
satisfaction and rudely pushes me away, it hardly even seems a respite.
She�ll then turn immediately
to my perpetually hard cock, giving it such an endless, tireless workout that
it will ache for literally days
afterward. Frankly I don�t even know how she does it. For hours it�s just fuck,
fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Always devising newer motions and rhythms and points of
balance, Big Mistress Linda grips me with her well-trained vagina or her firm,
tight, muscular asshole and works herself on me like I�m some kind of
unbreakable inanimate exercise machine. Glaring down, with her wide shoulders
squared and her huge, dangerous chest thrust challengingly out, she rides my
helplessly spread body furiously, panting and cursing and screaming at me in
ceaseless demand.
Fortunately it�s a demand
I�m usually able to meet. Thanks to the single most beneficial effect of my
disability, my perpetual hard-on is an aching constant. As long and hard as Big
Linda keeps it up, as violently as she humps and pumps and lunges and plunges
away, I still remain completely and respectfully erect. Good thing, too. After
this long, I know better than to dare
to lose control.�
She�s always got a suitable
punishment waiting, always got a worse way to dominate and subjugate and
humiliate my captive manhood. You know what I�m talking about. At least several
times a night now Big Linda gloatingly turns the proverbial tables on me. Strapping
on a long, hard rubber dildo, she beats me down and brutally fucks me right up
the ass. And yet still, as I�m just barely learning to admit, even this most
ultimate, intimate invasion of my body eventually manages to arouse me.
Regardless of my complete
heterosexuality, regardless of the dire, maybe even fatal insult to my manhood
� regardless of even what it says about me personally, deep down inside where
you�d rather not look � I�ve somehow found that even submitting to involuntary
sodomy has its unnatural appeal.
Even as Big Linda positions
a pile of pillows and rolls me over onto it, cuffing my hands behind my back
and wrenching apart my helpless legs, even as she spreads my cheeks wide and
nudges open my tender, once-virgin butt-hole, I suddenly find myself wanting
it, needing it. By now this big bad she-bitch has ground me so deeply into
submission that even being anally raped with a strap-on dildo has become an
ordeal of sick, masochistic pleasure.�
With my burning face and
inevitably hard, erect cock mashed into the pillows, feeling the cool breeze
caressing my vulnerable ass thrust high in the air, I invariably relish my
coming subversion. My hungry hole seems to gape with need, drinking up the
little lubrication my mistress affords me, and I moan with anticipation as she
works it in. Then at last Big Linda Skrue mounts me, sliding her hard rubber
cock smoothly, deeply up into my open hole.
Ah, heaven. Her hips quickly
build up a relentless, pneumatic rhythm, and my complete and utter prostration
stirs awake those strange, deeply rooted needs and hungers I�d rather not
acknowledge. Cruelly subjugated, brutally corn-holed by this golden-haired
demon, my darkest dreams of dominance and control come violently to life.
Handcuffed and straddled,
hard as a rock, I arch my back, eagerly welcoming Big Bad Linda�s violent
invasion. Moaning and groaning in unconcealed ecstasy, wallowing in a taboo
pleasure that would earn me the scorn of almost everyone I know, I can only lie
there whimpering and marvel at the extent of my incredible transformation.
This is
what I live for now. There�s absolutely no question. This is my whole reason
for being. Each painful, spearing thrust of Big Linda�s hard, heavy black cock
forces me deeper into an acceptance of my permanent new role: a helpless little
whipping boy, condemned to suffer for the vile sins of the entire male sex.
After all, it�s only what I
deserve for harboring such sick, twisted desires in the pit of my soul.
Speaking of which, trapped between the soft pillows piled beneath me and my
rudely ridden hips, my rock-hard, long-suffering cock still throbs ever more
powerfully, betraying the animal urgency of my perverse, overweening lust for
emasculation. And still it gets harder, hotter, as Big Linda Skrue starts
goading me on, forcing me as ever to acknowledge the incredible extent of my
ridiculously degrading, humiliating circumstances.
Slapping me, she slams it up
into me harder and harder, shrieking all the while. �Take it, you fucking pig!
Take it all! Take it like you deserve! You SLUT! You SLAVE! You LITTLE
BITCH-PIG-CUNT-HOLE-WHORE! You live for this! You and every other worthless,
repulsive male! Admit it! Admit your guilty pleasure! Admit your sick,
disgusting needs! You pervert! You want
my big cock! You need it! Don�t you!
You need to pay for having that vile little penis, and this is how! Admit it,
Slut-boy!�
Big Linda Skrue hammers
herself into me, so forcefully that the headboard slams the wall, burying the
entire length of her long, black, nine-inch cock deep in my receptive anus.
Then she begins rotating her hips, grinding that impaling spike around and
around and around, piercing my body to the core and demanding that I beg her
for the shameful, exquisite pleasure.
Of course, these days I
waste no time in complying. Soon I�m yelping and wailing and crying out sharply
into the pillow, going, �Give me your cock, give it to me, give to me, FUCK ME
Big Bad Linda! Fuck me HARD! I need it! I do! I�m a sick little Slut-boy! I
need your rock-hard cock, I need your big bad penis! Fuck me with it, fuck me
with it, fuck me with your big cock HARD!�
Naturally Big Linda obliges,
first pulling almost all the way out of me and then savagely plunging it back
in, piercing me with such a deep, brutally sudden thrust that I shrilly squeal
out like a stuck little piglet on a skewer. Then she picks up where she so
recently left off, hammering her stiff, hard rubber prick cruelly,
remorselessly down into my upraised, openly dilated asshole.
Good lord. Panting and
screaming and cussing me out, Big Mistress Linda viciously takes every last
vestige of my virtue, and as ever the sound of her savage exultation
deliciously accentuates my own shameful, burning excitement. Finally, as her
pounding thrusts at last climax in a brutal, spearing frenzy, my desperately
hot, humiliating arousal suddenly finds an outlet at last.
Goaded on by the brisk,
rhythmic friction between the soft pillows piled under me and my roughly,
rudely ridden body, my pounding, straining, rock-hard cock-head finally forgets
everything I�ve had to painfully learn about restraint. Tingling, burning with
an insane sensory fire, it slips back and forth and back and forth against the
satiny slope below me until it finally ejaculates explosively in mind-blowing, ball-draining
release.
Spilling my stupid seed I
cry out wretchedly, helplessly, listening to Big Bad Linda shriek with fury.
Pumping my filthy hot come everywhere, soiling the silken pillows with my
shameful crime, I know all the while what surely comes next.
It�s the whip, of course,
for wasting a precious load of come without my mistress� expressed permission.
Yet by now I can hardly regret that transgression. After such a deeply
demeaning, emotionally exhausting ordeal, even that kind of strict, corporal
punishment has its rewards.�
Lying there, choking on a
ball gag, twisting and writhing under the stinging, lashing strokes of Big
Mistress Linda�s heaviest whip, feeling my skin welt up and even break open in
places, I let the intense agony sear the humiliating experiences of the last
several hours deep into my being.
After the extreme way I
regularly debase myself, there�s some perverse part of me that actually needs
this pain, craves it, and as she
vengefully flails away at me my naked and extravagantly suffering body
eventually begins to respond. Soon my spent, wasted little cock begins
twitching, then bobbing and growing, and then finally it once again juts
proudly into the air, as hard and tall and rigidly erect as a standing stone.�
Once again I�m ready for Big
Linda Skrue: ready for her to use and abuse me, to rape and fuck me, to take my
pathetic, worthless little male body and have her savage, brutal way with it.
And of course she always does. That�s what Big Linda�s Midnight Visits are all
about.����
B�Linda�s Second Interlude: Predator and Prey
I think I must be both the
luckiest and unluckiest girl in the world, and all thanks to one fucked-up guy.
It�s funny how things work
out. Ever since gaining control of my very own sexual pet, some strange,
unexpected changes have begun to come over me, changes I could once have only
dreamed of.
My name is now �Big� Linda
Skrue, and I�ve been living up to it with a vengeance. As a bisexual female
loner, I�ve recently developed an extremely healthy -- some might say
overactive -- sex drive, and now I�m having some predictable trouble fulfilling
my needs.
This probably seems strange
to those millions of people who just dream
of meeting a woman like me, but I�ve got a rather unique situation. Thanks
to the creature I like to call �Slut-boy� I now need to totally dominate and
even terrorize my partner during sexual intercourse. Not many people -- of
either gender or persuasion -- will willingly choose to go along with that.
Lately I�ve been forced to
hunt around for weaker individuals, cutting out from the great herd of people
those either unable or unwilling to resist my rather vicious sexual attacks. I
suppose if I was a man I�d be locked away in prison, and rightly so, but the
bed is the one place a woman can still get away with a little dominance.
Of course, that�s the
trouble. I�m not interested in just a little
dominance.
I now need to make a guy
suffer, make him grovel and weep and beg for the incredibly humiliating abuse I
heap on him. Like I said before, I�ve got control of this pet cripple, my own
private little sex-toy, and all the outrageous things I�ve been doing to him
recently have totally spoiled my taste for normal, consensual sex. The thrill
of domination is just too exhilarating. By now I�ve got my little pet Slut-boy
so fucked-up and twisted around by the perverse ways I use him that he doesn�t
even know whether he�s coming or going.
I constantly, mercilessly
subjugate him: bursting into his house, tying him tightly to his bed and
tormenting him sexually for hours. Over and over again I strap on one of my big
hard cocks and make him play the female part. And even though he�s utterly
consumed by pain, shame and embarrassment, the little pig comes his brains out
every fucking time!
I swear I can�t believe I
found him. What a perfectly filthy little pervert. Any other man on the planet
would run horrified to the cops after some of the things I�ve been doing to
him. Yet he just moans and groans and begs and pleads and whimpers for me to do
more, more. I�m starting to wonder just how far I can really go in taking him
over. I�m tempted to try re-making his entire personality. Who knows what kind
of crazy, kinky thing I can change him into?
Yet still, even as much fun
as using this guy is, I�ve never quite lost my taste for the other flavor. You
know what I�m talking about. I also really like to fuck a girl once in a while,
especially one who�s tender and young and never before been had by any woman.
Now, after repeatedly raping
Slut-boy so hard and so many times, I really get off on playing the butch --
finding some sweet, innocent little thing and really putting it to her. I�d be
perfectly at home starring in one of those �naked women locked in prison�
movies, but things aren�t quite so easy in the real world. Instead I�m forced
to prowl the college bars, looking for a pretty, sheltered young woman with
long-repressed, socially or religiously forbidden longings that I can
exploit.�
Despite the inevitable
obstacles placed by our rather puritan society, it doesn�t usually take that
long. With my statuesque, muscular, 6-foot-one-inch body I stand right out in
any crowd, and my hugely swollen bosom draws disbelieving stares from men and
women alike. Men are invariably covetous -- at least until I get them home --
and I�ve learned to tell envy from admiration in the women. Now it�s the
guilty, darting, sidelong glances in the eighteen-year-old,
just-away-from-home, had-a-little-too-much-to-drink freshman girls that I look
for.
I�ll walk right up to some
shy, vulnerable-looking girl, and soon my sheer sexual magnetism will capture
her. I go out wearing a brazenly skimpy outfit, with high boots and a lot of
leather, and the exposure of my huge, womanly breasts generally offsets my
rather intimidating size and appearance. After a few drinks and a little gentle
if straightforward seduction, my intended prey usually wobbles off her chair or
stool and agrees to come home with me.
Of course, once I get her
home and get one of my �special� drinks into her, she�s as good as lost. Before
long her once animated, almost bubbly conversation gets increasingly disjointed
and rambling; and her eyes slide lower and lower, lazier and lazier around in
her head.
Just before she loses the
ability to walk entirely, I help her up and lure her into my newly furnished
seduction room. There I force her directly onto the giant, four-poster bed, and
any hope of her escape swiftly disappears. She lies there in a barely
comprehending daze, mutely watching as I strip down to my tight leather harness
and boots, and she offers only token resistance as I rip off her clothes.�
Nearly panting with lust I
ravish her, climbing all over her nubile young body, roughly kissing and
fondling and probing at every innocent inch of her.
Sometimes she�ll cry out, or
struggle a little bit, but my sure, confident strength always prevails over her
sludgy drunkenness. And soon enough she starts to respond, accepting my touch,
moaning at my licking, sucking mouth and educated fingers, groping for my heavy
breasts. Then I know I�ve got her, and the evening�s fun can begin.
I go to work in earnest on
her, using every weapon in my arsenal, beginning with the most insidious:
tenderness.
I slowly, gently caress and
massage and oil her entire teen-age treasure: that gloriously smooth, springy,
resilient young flesh. Soft, breathtakingly beautiful skin and firm taut muscle
are treated to a tune-up they rarely receive, outside of a massage parlor, and
as my little honey�s hazy reverie deepens I prepare to finally finish up by
carefully trimming away the untidy little bush growing at her groin.
I brush off the clippings
and then continue, gently oiling and massaging and then lathering up the
stubble. By this time my adolescent prey is usually so lost in the bliss of her
rubdown that she hardly notices me subtly preparing to shave away her modesty.
And indeed my touch is so sure and skilled, and the silver crescent of my razor
so sharp and keen, that it hardly tugs at her as I smoothly, effortlessly strip
away the excess hair.
����������� After
that comes a creamy lotion, then more rubbing and massaging, as I at last
stroke away even the memory of her unnecessarily evident maturity. Then my
caresses slip lower, and deeper, and gradually more fervent, until she slickens
up well and her moans betray her. Finally, once I�ve thoroughly prepared her
for me, once I�ve established my complete and unremitting control over her, I
strap on one of my hard rubber dildoes and take her.
And oh, mama, that�s where
the fun really begins! As dazed, drunk, or even reluctantly, dizzily aroused as
my prey might be, that sudden thrust of a manly hard cock never fails to bring
a shrieking response.
She may only stir and moan,
or shudder uneasily when I spread her open and move between her legs. But when
my formerly gently caressing fingers and tongue are suddenly replaced by a
hard, wickedly stabbing prick, she always screams and thrashes, frantically if
ineffectually bucking under my weight and fighting my brutal invasion. Still I
hold her down and open and fuck her, punching my big, hard, nine-inch cock deep
up into her tight, virginal little body like no man ever could.�
Looming over her like a
goddess, pinning her to the bed, I take my nascent little lesbian and subdue
her feeble struggles with the sheer force of my unstoppable assault.
Like I said at the
beginning, she really has no chance. I�m just too big, too strong, too deeply
imbedded in her closely-shaven, unprotected pussy. Over and over again, I slam
down into her, relentless, grunting and snarling in animal need, and soon she
reaches whatever accommodation she can with my brutal onslaught.
Sometimes she lapses
disappointingly away into a drugged, drunken stupor, and sometimes she fights
excitingly against me, requiring an exhilarating struggle before I finally have
my way. But usually she finally surrenders the last of her inhibitions and
joins in the fun, moaning and flexing and writhing breathlessly beneath me.
Then I know for sure that
she�s really mine, and I can enjoy
spending the rest of the night (and one of these times, just maybe the rest of
her life) teaching her all of the wonderful things a motivated woman like me
can do for her.�
That�s an education I
relish, of course, no matter who I�m delivering it to. Yet lately it�s one I�ve
been finding just little bit disappointing.
Something necessary just
seems to be missing somehow from these encounters. I don�t know what it is. I
guess maybe that as much as I love to �turn� one of my girls, the fact remains
that it�s the men out there who
really deserve such treatment. That one disabled man in particular.
So that fucking little
Slut-Boy just better watch out. I�m barely getting started on his conversion.
Visit Five: You Are What You Eat
This time, for some
unfathomable reason of her own, Big Linda Skrue slips silently into my
apartment. Forgoing her usual dramatic crashing entrance, the first thing I
know of her presence is the sudden muted glare of the bedside lamp.
I slit my eyes, protesting,
but as they gradually adjust they once again spring wide in shocked
recognition. In contrast my impudent mouth snaps immediately shut. In the soft
light, a tracing glimmer of rings and studs and stainless steel spikes gleams
off a dog collar, wrist cuffs, and an oiled-leather harness.
That�s an outfit I�d
recognize anywhere of course, and for more than its tight-fitting array of
straps and buckles or the way it cradles such massive breasts. No, this
particular harness � my former home health aide and now cruel, permanent
Mistress Big Linda Skrue�s harness -- sports more than just spikes and studs
and strategically placed iron rings. Already jutting from the armored mound of
her pubis is the focus of our mutual obsession: hers to dominate and subjugate,
mine to meekly submit.�
A black rubber dildo, long
and thick and elaborately ridged, curves up and out from its mounting stud just
above B�Linda�s crotch at a vicious angle, and I know from painful experience
what she plans to do with it.
Dissatisfied with defiling
only virginal young lesbians, Big Linda Skrue has also turned to men, forcing
us to confront our feminine sides even as she fervently embraces her own latent
masculinity. The almost total helplessness of my spinal cord injury makes me an
ideal candidate for such brutal attentions, and so a painful, humiliating rape
is a virtual certainty. The only question here is how far she means to go in my
subversion. Once, threatening to make me into a girl for real, she almost cut
off my cock and balls!
This time there�s no knife,
but that doesn�t reassure me. I cringe as Big Linda springs deliberately onto
the bed, grinning wickedly. Squirming away in pathetically futile retreat, I
shrink back until my head and shoulders begin to climb the heavy headboard.
Immediately she�s upon me,
and without a word she starts positioning me, propping up my crippled hips with
a couple of pillows, raising my knees and spreading my useless legs as wide as
possible. Fumbling at her waist, Big Linda produces two matching sets of tough
leather shackles, and lifting my feet high above my head she cuffs each ankle
to its corresponding wrist and loops the connecting chains high up over the
bedposts.�
This procedure stretches my
arms up and out, securing my legs spread high and wide above me. Meanwhile the
taut chains draw my ass up, raising my hips to present my wide-open butt-hole.
Whimpering with both fear and need I hang there, doubled over in my bonds like
some bizarre crucifixion.
Uncomfortably contorted,
split wide open and practically rolled into a ball against the unyielding
headboard, I strain against the chains, flexing my arms. But with my cuffed
hands connected directly to my feet, that stupid maneuver only succeeds in
lifting and spreading my useless legs even more. Meanwhile the pressure of the
headboard cranes my neck sharply forward, holding my head rigidly up and
forcing my face deep into my splayed-out, inverted crotch. Soon that brings me
eye to eye with the extraordinarily long, rapidly swelling length of my
uncontrollable cock.�
Big Linda finishes locking me
in place, and seeing my growing erection she reaches down and seizes it,
pumping on it and taunting me with the obvious fact of my arousal.
This is the way she always
is, determined to make me admit, comply; acknowledge the thralldom of my
helpless desires. And despite my incredibly humiliating circumstances, despite
the brutal indignities that surely await, the goad of her derision sparks the
usual shameful, perverse compulsions deep inside me. Soon my traitor prick
points stiffly at attention, the fat purple cap only inches away from my
captive face.
Momentarily satisfied Big
Linda releases it, and then she squats above me, masturbating. After carefully
slickening a shapely finger or two in her luscious body�s plentiful juices, she
suddenly gives a growl of eager anticipation and moves into place.
Chained out open I can only
hang there and watch as she positions herself, kneeling before my vulnerable
hole and then sliding those long, lubricated fingers deep inside. Twisting and
probing, spreading them apart, she gently coaxes open the sphincter and then
guides her big cock in.�
Thrusting sharply forward
she skewers me, and I cry out, a weird little bleat of mingled pain and
pleasure. Once again Big Linda Skrue�s thick black cock is stabbing into me,
penetrating my body�s most private center in a way that only women should have
to endure. Yet in spite of my pain, my shame, in spite of my utter humiliation,
as usual I feel my violated body respond with its own kind of reluctant
sympathy.
This is how it feels to be a
woman, I think: a weak, helpless little subject; forcibly entered; taken and
subdued and suddenly filled by the
hard spike of her violator�s need. Doubled over in my bonds, the breathless,
demanding urgency of that need is rammed deliberately into me, right in my
face, inches away, over and over again, and deep inside my secret soul
something shamefully eager leaps up in response.
Whether psychological
aberration or ancient genetic ghost, my brutal rapist puts me in touch with my
need as always, forcing me to accept once and for all that whatever my mistress
requires of me, I must be. The dominant, overwhelming femininity of Big Linda
Skrue eclipses me, demanding conformity, demanding that I become the tender,
virginal young lesbian she truly lusts for. And despite a happy, fulfilling
lifetime of confident male heterosexuality, I slip easily, willingly into the
required role.�
I close my eyes, and in
seconds my tender, gaping asshole becomes a hungry cunt, and my swollen nipples
harden and ache with arousal. I imagine myself suddenly fertile, and Big
Linda�s hard cock shooting burning spurts of life up into me. Suddenly yearning
for the hurt of my necessary violation, I strain at the chains, flexing my
biceps and spreading myself even wider, drawing up my shackled legs and raising
my hips higher and higher to meet each of those wonderfully savage, penetrating
thrusts. And still my Big Linda pounds forcefully away: jack-hammering into me
like a madwoman.
Oooooooh, goddamn her! I
begin moaning, groaning, even yelping out with pleasure, and the harder my
mistress uses me the wider I stretch, welcoming each potent stroke of that
vicious, bull-dyke lesbian onslaught. But then suddenly my rude education in
the joys and duties of womanhood begins in earnest, when something both hard
and hot and yet velvety soft gently nudges against my lips.
Startled, I open my eyes,
and I�m immediately confronted by a close-up, upside-down view of my own
bobbing, straining, thickly swollen cock.
Gorged with blood, wrapped
in angry red veins and throbbing visibly, my long, hard, achingly hot penis
points directly down at my panting, moaning mouth: an insistent accusation of
perverted arousal. ������
Staring uneasily at that
open-eye-holed, purple-red mushroom stick, I lick my lips, almost
unconsciously; then I raise my reluctant gaze. Past Big Linda�s own plunging
cock and pistoning hips, past the jiggling weight of her gigantic breasts, I
finally peer up into her sneering face. I know what she expects of me here, and
I�m not disappointed.
�Do it, Slut-boy!� she
shouts down at me. �You know you want to! Do it now, damn you! You suck that
fucking cock like a good little sissy-slut, or so help me god, I�ll whip you
bloody and then jerk it off right into your stupid face! You know I will!�
And of course I do. By now I
know better than to even dream of challenging the will of Big Linda Skrue. So I
strain my arms even more, drawing up the taut chains and raising my hips that
last necessary inch or so. Then, with only a moment�s hesitation, I take my
throbbing, burning cock into my very own mouth.
My lips can barely reach it,
slipping just over the sensitive plum of the head to clamp down onto the
pulsing shaft. Nevertheless I obey the implicit command in B�Linda�s nod and
glare and start swirling it with my tongue, exploring exciting new tastes and
textures even as I wildly stimulate that soft, bulbous head.
Soon I�m finding it good,
from both sides of the coin, and I start attacking that hot fucking cock like a
living lollipop. First I use my slippery lips and tongue to worry it
relentlessly around and around and around, then I plunge it deeper and start
pulling and pulling and pulling with my cheeks, sucking and slurping and
swallowing and making wet, cock-sloppy love to myself like a world-class
champion dick-sucker.
Oh, man, what on Earth�s
happening to me? Grunting and groaning, slavering involuntarily I suckle
myself, unable to stop. My cheeks purse rhythmically, tirelessly. As usual,
those cheeks burn hot with shame, so flushed with blood that my scalp tingles
as well, until finally I�m dizzy with ecstasy, almost swooning with the
horrible, guilty pleasure of auto-fellatio.
Surely, indulging in this
forbidden joy damns me forever as a man. Yet for now I don�t even care. I�ve
got a hot, tasty mouthful of cock, and as a willingly transformed honorary
female I can�t resist the delicious, incredible sensations of servicing
someone�s dangerously hard and horny penis with my most intimate orifice. After
all, I�ve never been fucked in the face before, and fucked I now most definitely am.
As I eagerly,
enthusiastically suckle myself, Big Linda�s constant, plunging anal rhythm
continues to rock my body, nudging that fat purple cap deliciously in and out
and in and out of my tightly pursed lips, giving me and getting me the ultimate
blow-job of a lifetime. Whimpering, moaning with joy, I fall even more
recklessly in love with this wonderful new pleasure with every passing stroke.
I can�t believe it! If only
I�d been chained up like this before! I�d�ve given anything. Delighted with my
good fortune I suck harder, harder, my hot cock slipping and throbbing in my
mouth, and soon I can taste my body�s own sweet pre-come, gradually bleeding
out from the oozing tip to reward my laboring tongue. Of course I eagerly suck
it up, smacking and slurping and loving it, feeding like the lowest slutty
come-funnel on my very first oral ingestion.
Surely my eyes gleam with
appreciation, even as the heat of my shame doubles in my burning cheeks and my
head once again swims giddily with arousal. Then I don�t know if the signs of
my gladly eating myself are apparent or what, but suddenly Big Linda Skrue
snarls in vindication, and she drops forward, catching the headboard with her
hands and dangling her mammoth tits above me.
Stabbing her long, hard
staff brutally up into me, she buries it to the hilt in my hole and uses it to
lever my ass even higher in the air, further
contorting my body and forcing my stiffly swollen cock at least halfway down my
now suddenly uncomfortably filled throat. Then Big Bad Linda balances herself
there on palms and toes and starts slamming her body down, pounding into my
upraised asshole like a demon possessed.
Ah, mercy! Over and over and
over again her thick black dick bludgeons into me, a relentlessly escalating
assault. And every ass-stabbing thrust pounds my tasty male member deeper and
deeper down my own soft, wet, semi-willing gullet. �����������
Unbelievable. The two pricks
fuck me in rhythmic unison; and between the hard one brutally rocking and
rolling and reaming me out and the hot, throbbing one sliding deliciously
through my thick-slippery lips, my jiggling balls tingle wildly, warning of an
upcoming uncontrollable orgasm.
Still I stretch myself
wider, taking both deeper, deeper, slobbering uncontrollably, gagging and
sucking and strangling on my own hot meat. Still the guilty flush of my arousal
shames my skewered face; and with a big hard dildo coring me out and the soft
head of my own hot cock rubbing urgently against the back of my throat, I
finally once again raise my eyes from the bouncing, flopping spectacle of Big
Linda�s heavy breasts to meet the fevered glare of her gas-light blue-eyed
gaze.
Exalted by the sight of me
choking on my own male meat -- ample evidence of the supreme power she wields
over me -- Big Linda�s lovely sapphire eyes are ablaze with passion, and the
stimulating sight of her violent transport finally sets me off.
I stop flexing and jerk
back, collapsing in my bonds a bare fraction of a second before my spasming
cock ejaculates. Held in place by the headboard, there�s nowhere for me to turn
in my anxious ecstasy but uselessly back and forth, waiting an eternity in that
one split-second of delicious dread. And then of course the inevitable happens.
Purple-red and pulsing, trailing ropy wet strings of saliva and pre-come, my
hugely distended prick leaps shuddering from my lips to pump thick, hot
splatters of semen directly into my helpless face.�
Ahhh, goddess! Gobbet after
hot, creamy gobbet spurts forcefully out of me, slapping against my lips and
chin and cheeks, soaking me and filling my nostrils with the bland, spermy odor
of spunk. Gasping for breath in the sudden stench, I even feel salty drops of
it land on my tongue, and I shudder uncontrollably. My complete, utter
degradation is mind-bogglingly extreme, and so of course my explosive orgasm
never felt so good.
As hot, thick clots of my
come leap and splat against my very own face, slowly dribbling and running all
over me, Big Linda screams in vindicated triumph, reveling in my incredibly
comprehensive defilement. Then, with a snarl of savage exultation, she grabs my
hair. Holding my head tightly in one place, she delivers a final succession of
especially deep, painfully grinding thrusts -- powerfully rotating penetrations
that use my own half-hard, sticky-wet cock to smear the thick come in and
around and all over my humiliated, hotly burning features. Then at last she
pushes contemptuously away from me: sliding out of my terribly aching ass and
climbing off the bed.
Leaving me chained there, my
arms and legs spread high and wide above me and my own come smeared and
dripping down my face, Big Linda Skrue sits in my unoccupied wheelchair and
lights up a cigarette. �������
Ignoring my groveling pleas
for release, she sits there and smokes, eyeing me coolly. But finally she
finishes, stubbing out the butt and returning to the bed. She leans over me,
and without a word she begins slowly licking me off, her warm wet tongue
ignoring my lips and cheeks and chin and instead patiently scouring the limp,
dangling length of my cock.�
Leaving most of my load to
dry into a humiliating, incriminating glaze on my face, Big Mistress Linda
cleans my penis professionally, taking her time to milk me of any leftovers.
Naturally her tongue is much
more educated than mine, and soon her attentions have me twitching and swelling
and growing hard. Still she works me, licking and pumping and rubbing and
sucking on my resilient prick and balls until I�m once again eye-to-eye with a
fully erect penis. Then she abruptly forces it back into my mouth and
re-positions herself before my gaping hole.�
Looking down at me, Big
Linda Skrue smiles cruelly, and says, �That was pretty good, Cocksucker. I like the way you look with
a stinking hot load splattered all over your stupid face. But I think a slutty
little cocksucker like you ought to learn to eat that filthy come, so we�re going to do it again, for as long as
it takes you to get off. And this time
you�re going to swallow it. Get it? Every...
last... drop!��
And with that Big Linda
rears back and then plunges it into me again.
Visit Six: Double Trouble
Trembling with a heady
mixture of fear and resolve, I open the door and slip into the house as quietly
as possible. Then I pause, my heart pounding in the shadows.�
My anxiety is intense, and
with good reason. The house I�ve just penetrated belongs to Big Linda Skrue,
the cruel dominatrix under whose merciless sway I�ve recently been suffering.
Come to brave the lion in its den, my fear, determination and desire all war
within me and I wait, searching for strength.�
Ever since learning of my
unfortunate disability, B�Linda has made me her own private plaything, bursting
into my home at all hours of the night and performing -- or forcing me to perform
-- the most unspeakable sexual indignities.�
Her appetite for perversion, for subversion
is insatiable, and her relentless brutal attentions have finally driven me
almost to the edge of my sanity.
Utterly dominating me, using
me in the most degrading manner possible, she constantly forces me to
re-evaluate my sexuality in ways better left unexplored. I�m not sure how much
more I can take. After last week, and my descent into extended bouts of urgent
auto-fellatio, I�ve become so terrified of my willingness to subvert myself
that I�ve just got to find some way
to re-assert my masculinity. Finally I�ve decided on a daring plan, a
last-ditch chance to try to regain control of this unhealthy sexual obsession
once and for all.
I�ve been waiting all week, enduring
my mistress� evil attentions, until she�s finally announced her intention to
seek new game for a while. This gives me my chance. It�s now Saturday night,
and for once I�m out and about instead of waiting home alone in bed for who
knows what new sexual terror to transpire. My motorized wheelchair is capable
of performing marvels, when the occasion demands it, and so am I. It was no
trouble at all crossing the streets over here and it should be no trouble to
sneak into Linda�s house for a
change, reversing our usual positions.
That should be quite a trip.
I can just picture myself, pulling silently up to her bed and bodily throwing
myself down onto her unsuspecting form ... Maybe this way I can prove I�m not
so helpless after all.�
Of course, a cripple getting
the better of Big Linda Skrue, even with a surprise attack, is certain to be
difficult, if not downright impossible. Yet what choice is there? To regain my
autonomy I must somehow find a way to reassert myself, to actually de-throne
this amazing Amazon queen. So despite my fear, despite the nearly unthinkable temerity of my rebellion, I
gather up my courage and proceed down the darkened hallway ahead.�
The house is large, and
mysterious, and several times I almost quail in my determination. But the
thought of my own hard cock sliding rapidly between my lips and spurting hotly
down my gagging throat steadies me, hardening my resolve. Never again! At last
I find what I�ve been looking for.
From an open door in the
hall up ahead falls a wedge of yellow light and the unmistakable sounds of a
violent sexual encounter. Apparently Big Linda�s already occupied with someone
else, probably some virginal young thing coaxed off the streets or a nearby
bar.
Well, she said she was going
hunting. I almost feel sorry for the poor chick, whoever she is. Big Linda�s
told me about what happens to them. Bragging perhaps.
Once lured into her control,
such unwary sexual innocents are usually first drugged and then quickly
defiled, compelled to submit to whatever arcane perversity B�Linda�s runaway
libido demands. She�ll use them for hours, days, sculpting their nubile young
bodies with the hammer of her desire until they�re a masterpiece of utter,
willing submission. Eventually of course they become like me, completely
enslaved by the power of her incredibly dominant, omnipotent sexuality.
Well, my plans for a
surprise rebellion are a shambles, and so I quietly draw back, preparing to
flee. But then curiosity and the lure of seeing Big Linda in action overcome my
good sense, and I creep to the open door and peer in.�
Here at last is Big Linda�s
bedroom -- or at least the room where she ravishes her prey -- and I catch my
breath in wonder. One whole wall is covered with whips and chains and shackles,
harnesses and straps, blindfolds and ball-gags, vibrators and dildoes and penis
rings and everything else a sadistic dominatrix could need or desire. The other
visible walls -- and ceiling -- are covered with mirrors, reflecting the
unbelievable action currently taking place on the huge, square, almost
medieval-looking bed.
A slender young woman, small
and petite yet wonderfully curvaceous, lies on her back, with her long, thin,
yet beautifully contoured legs flung high and wide. Surely no more than
eighteen, her sweet, shapely little face is the picture of violated innocence,
looking scared and shocked and excited and incredibly, disbelievingly horny all
at once. Yet infinitely more arousing than even this is her beautifully high,
unselfconscious voice, clear and quavering, crying out sharply as Big Linda�s
thick black dildo hammers remorselessly down into her.
And what a good reason to
scream! Propped above her, my monstrous mistress glares demonically down,
wielding that strap-on cock like a runaway pneumatic drill: panting and
snarling and viciously pounding herself deeply into that tight, tender,
downright virginal little body.
Absolutely incredible.
Caught in the spell of Big Linda�s power they�re totally focused on each other,
oblivious to my presence, and the awesome spectacle of their brutal coupling
holds me spellbound.
Sweat sheens their bodies,
and oily drops scatter everywhere as they fuck, flying from Big Linda�s
lashing, red-golden hair and wildly jiggling breasts. Meanwhile the girl below
her screams and thrashes, regarding Big Linda with that seemingly drugged
mixture of terror and arousal that I immediately recognize. Almost of its own
accord, my hand drops to my zipper, and in seconds my pants are open, freeing
my raging hard-on. As my tight fist encloses it a helpless groan escapes me.
For the first time I feel the incredible secret thrill of the voyeur.
Hiding, unobserved, I�m
helpless to control or influence the incredibly erotic scene before me in any
way. All I can do is take it in, and this sense of pure powerlessness is
incredibly arousing. Wrapped in the familiar, comfortable grip of my palm, the
snake that turns to stone hardens and slickens, demanding my ceaseless
attention, and I pleasure myself in a gasping, private reverie. I watch,
jerking, as Big Linda savagely pounds the unfortunate girl to a thrashing,
screaming, unbelievably powerful orgasm. Then at last she pulls out, kneeling
over her moaning, whimpering form and caressing herself: heavy tits, belly and
then the protruding length of her long rubber cock. Watching her, I slow down
in my own rhythm, backing off from the boiling brink.
�Look what you did, Keri
Colts!� Big Linda demands. �Your sticky little pussy juices are all over my
beautiful cock! Get up here and lick them off, you slut! Keri! Suck my big
black dick!�
Keri�s face blanches, and
she squirms for a minute in the shadow of her mistress.
�No please, B�Linda!� she finally pleads, in a
panting little whisper. Clearly reluctant, she offers Big Linda the only
alternative she�ll possibly accept. �No use them, use them. Take me instead! I
know you want to!� And with that she rolls over, rising to her elbows and knees
and lifting her beautiful little ass high in the air.
Bumping back, she nudges her
hungry hole against Big Linda�s cock, and for the first time I see B�Linda
assent to a plea. She drops her demand, and seizing Keri by the hips she
brutally takes her, lining herself up and then ramming her thick black cock
deep up into that tight little anus so suddenly and forcefully that lucky
little Keri cries out sharply in pain. Then Big Bad Linda rears back and starts
hammering away, fucking that tight, shapely little ass with an unholy
vengeance.
Oh, man, what a sight! Once
again I pick up speed, matching the pace of the incredible activity before me.
The brutal lesbian sodomy on
display is unbelievably arousing, compelling. Partially hidden by the open door
I watch it all, moaning, jerking; even squirming in my seat with sympathy. I
know what this little Keri Colts is going through.
This experience is an
integral part of Big Linda�s urgent needs, and men are not exempt from it. Keri�s yelping cries of pain and pleasure echo
in my memory, recalling my own incredibly humiliating response, and soon they
have me gasping and groaning and burning with need as I tirelessly pump my
throbbing cock.
This is not exactly the time
or place to indulge such forbidden fantasies, when my entire rebellion is as at
stake, but once again I just can�t help myself. Every high-pitched bark of
pained acceptance makes me envy Keri Colts even more, and despite my earlier
resolve somewhere deep inside me I already desperately wish to take her place
beneath the hammer of Big Linda�s passion. At last, in agonized confusion I
turn the only way I know how to go, channeling my inner turmoil into incredible
arousal and wringing my poor little pecker �til he burns and boils and begs me
to let him explode.
But then of course in my
careless frenzy I forget where I am, and a predictable, even inevitable
disaster strikes. I don�t know if I�m making too much noise or what, but
suddenly sweet little Keri Colts screams, seeing me in the mirror, and as our
eyes meet the humiliating shock of my discovery immediately shames me into a
powerful orgasm.
Of course, Keri�s cry at
once alerts B�Linda, and she whirls, her face hideously contorted with rage.
She�s across the room almost before my seed hits the floor, her massive tits
and out-thrust hard rubber member bobbing wildly as she lunges for me.�
Grabbing me by the neck and
prick, she drags me across the room and just throws me onto the bed next to Keri, who at first cringes away in
shock. Then she looks timidly up at her mistress, biting her full lower lip in
a fetchingly childish pout of uncertainty.
There�s no uncertainty to be
found there: only triumphant glee. �Look what we�ve got to play with!� B�Linda
exults. �A helpless little pig-slut male! I know
this one! He deserves anything we can do to him! I�ll tell you what, little
Miss Keri Colts. We�ll have us a little seminar in the proper manhandling
technique right here. I�ll show you how a woman of power treats her slave! You
tie him up while I hold him, and then we�ll really
get it on!��
As though she really needs
to, Big Linda Skrue pins me to the bed, grinning wickedly as she sits on my
chest. In seconds the rest of my clothes are torn from my body in shreds, and
my naked arms are stretched out wide to the sides. So much for turning the
tables. Obeying her mistress unconditionally (something I�d obviously have to
painfully re-learn), Keri Colts quickly chains me up, leaving me completely
helpless. Then I cringe as B�Linda takes a long, heavy bullwhip from its peg on
the wall.
One of her favorite weapons,
I recognize it from an earlier visit to my place. At least eight feet long from
heavy butt to deadly lash, a sharp, shiny little star of steel twinkles at the
tip. �I think a little corporal punishment is in order!� she cries. �Unlawful
entry, spying, a completely unauthorized orgasm! Those are flogging offenses in
my book -- move away, Keri! First comes the whip-torture, to bring out the
blood! Then I�ll show you how to treat a guilty male!�������
She steps back from the bed,
grinning down at me, then draws back her arm and with a sudden whistling slash
Big Linda rips the metal-tipped leather lash viciously through the air and deep
into my waiting flesh.
The pain is excruciating,
and I scream in unfeigned agony. But of course B�Linda merely laughs her eager
pleasure at my pain and reloads for another stroke, drawing back her whip and again
cocking her strong, muscular arm.
Again the lash whistles and
cracks, and again I scream out my explosive, uncontainable pain. Then again,
and again. Soon enough we�re deep into the familiar rhythm, cock-slash-scream,
cock-slash-scream. Relentlessly Big Linda Skrue whips my helpless, suffering
body, her powerful arm lashing away, her humongous tits bouncing and jouncing
wildly and that massive, threatening dildo jutting wickedly forward.
Unreal. Hopelessly I lie
there, mindlessly enduring, twitching and writhing with every vicious stroke,
and soon my torso and thighs are cut and striped with livid red welts. Yet
still, something about the hot, stinging pain combined with the utter futility
of my struggles brings me once again quickly erect. And every time an
especially cunning lash of the whip catches the rigid length or the sensitive
head of my hardened member, the immense flash of pain only turns me on even
more. Soon my yelps and cries and screams of pain take on a weirdly erotic
undertone, and my perverted arousal becomes evident to both women. Keri Colts
crouches nearby, avidly watching my punishment, her greedy green eyes shining
with excitement.
Gooseflesh rashes out all
over her tiny body, and huge, red-brown nipples stand stiffly out from her
firm, conical little breasts. Her creamy white skin is flushed with color, and
her breath begins gasping through sharp, slightly parted teeth. Strangely,
inexplicably aroused by the lurid spectacle of my suffering, she spreads apart
her thighs and furtively eases a hand between her legs.�
But of course nothing
escapes the watchful eye of Big Linda Skrue. The next whistling lash of the
whip catches little Keri, cracking across her perfect ass and licking around
the graceful curve of her shapely hip. Shrieking out in painful surprise, she
cowers back.
�That�s what this worthless
slave is for!� B�Linda rages. �Use him!� So Keri Colts immediately sits on my
helpless face. Stepping forward, she straddles my bound body and squats atop
me, burying me in her tiny crotch and settling her sweet little cunt firmly
over my willing mouth. There she goes to work, using me roughly, rubbing
against my captive face and ordering me about, giggling with the thrill of her
unexpected dominance.
Oh man! Trapped between her
taut, Coltish thighs I service her
humbly, still feeling the agonizing lash of the steel-tipped whip at occasional
unpredictable intervals, until finally little Keri, emboldened by her free
hand, exclaims �I want to suck on his worthless cock! Can I suck it? Please?��
Again B�Linda assents,
surprising us both, and ordering Keri to turn around she warns me not to stop
servicing that sweet little pussy. So Keri Colts spins around, shifting and
writhing and finally re-settling herself atop my mouth. Then suddenly my raging
hard-on is engulfed in wet warmth, slipping down her open throat to the hairy
root.
Jesus Christ! I almost cream uncontrollably, and if I
hadn�t already spewed a wasted load out onto the blameless floor I probably
would�ve. Yet that first sweet, super slurp is just the appetizer to the meal.
Keri�s obvious eating talents aren�t limited to the depth of her throat alone.
She promptly shows that she knows what she�s doing easily as well as anyone
else I�ve ever encountered. Eagerly, enthusiastically she works on me, her
beautiful little head bobbing madly up and down. Grunting as she impales
herself, she gobbles my pounding prick like the perfect pro, taking it deep as
fast as she can and softly squeezing my balls at all the right times.� I gasp in delight, so lost in ecstasy I can
barely concentrate on returning the favor.
Somewhere, somehow, this
innocent looking girl had gained a skill it took some women a lifetime to
acquire. Still, I remember B�Linda�s warning, and so I continue to lick and suck
and tongue and nibble at Keri�s slick little pussy for all I�m worth. But then,
remembering Big Linda, I suddenly wonder. The lashing sting of the whip is
gone, and no new torment comes in its place. Surreptitiously I peer over the
tight curve of Keri�s ass, and in the mirror I see the mistress rocked back,
masturbating with the handle of the bullwhip.
This is the pleasure she
denied to Keri, and I�m flabbergasted. Yet there she is, columnar legs splayed
wide apart, slamming the heavy, leather-wrapped whip-butt relentlessly up into
her hot, gaping fuck-hole, panting and moaning and watching with approval as
her little treat Keri suckles me.
And what a show it must be.
All I can see for myself is the back of her honey-colored head enthusiastically
attacking my groin. But I don�t need eyes to identify each incredible component
of her inspired technique. My blown-away nerve-endings tell it all.
Soft, wet, tightly clamped
lips firmly grip and slip all up and down the burning length of my dick,
sliding me in-out-in-out-in-out with a powerfully relentless suction. Then
briefly they catch on the velvety knob, twisting back and forth and pulling up
hard against the upraised ridge, while all the while the busy little tongue
dances aggressively around and around and effortlessly around the softly
sensitive open little eye hole at the tingling tip.
My god, my cock thinks it�s
died and gone to heaven. Suddenly, just before I�m about to come, out I plop
with an audible pop, killing the
deadly momentum. But then little Keri�s unbelievably educated mouth closes over
my balls. Then as her teeth tug and tug and her mouth sucks and sucks and her
surprisingly strong fingers tighten painfully on my shaft, her wet little thumb
immediately takes over, roughly worrying the leaky head of my rock-hard prick
around and around and around in mind-bending circles.
Oh, MAN! I moan
uncontrollably, and although Keri Colts� cunt muffles the sound of my pleasure,
both women immediately respond to it. Keri redoubles her efforts, again engulfing
me to the root and bobbing on me briskly, simultaneously squeezing, rubbing,
and roughly massaging my aching balls. And still all the while Big Mistress
Linda avidly watches: fucking herself with the knobby butt of the bullwhip to a
savagely screaming orgasm. Then at last she rises, stretching langorously, and
approaching the bed she orders Keri off my dick.
Obeying impeccably once
again, Keri immediately abandons me, and as she sits up and renews her grinding
cunt-rhythm on my face, Mistress B�Linda props up my hips, spreads open my
helpless legs and forces her brutal way up into me.
Once again I feel her stiff,
resilient cock in my ass, the most fundamental violation a man can possibly
endure. Yet by now it�s much more than just familiar, and I feel a hot tingle
of excitement as she takes me.
I�m a she-male again! A
malleable little slut-boy! Then, face to face with Keri on my face, Big Linda
Skrue fucks me up my tight-holed ass and orders that sweet little girl to
service her giant tits while I eat her out.
Again I look up, and this
time the view in the ceiling mirror is even more unbelievable: my own wide,
disbelieving eyes peering over the double curve of Keri Colt�s firm, tight
little ass, past her tiny waist to where her long, honey-blonde hair cascades
over her lithesome back.
Slender and small yet
exquisitely curvaceous, she leans forward, her full red lips sucking hungrily
at one of Big Mistress Linda�s thick, stiffly swollen nipples. Her head seems
barely the size of that massive breast. Indeed, she�s dwarfed by her Amazon
companion, who certainly dominates just about any tableau you�d care to
conceive. This scene is no different. In and out and in and out and in and out
pump the beautiful buttocks of Big Linda Skrue, powering the passionate motion
of our energetic, three-way coupling.
All right! Once again I�m
secretly watching sex, but this time I�m right in the middle of the action.
Groaning, I stretch open wider, feeling a familiar guilty shame at the eager
way I respond to Big Linda�s hard, violating cock. In fact, I can barely meet
my own eyes as she thrusts it into me, yet I force myself to do so, perversely
maximizing my humiliation, shamelessly wallowing in the kinkiest of pleasures.
Meanwhile my forgotten penis throbs with need, harder than steel, and still
confronting myself in the mirror I finally leave off working on Keri Colt�s
cunt to lap at her soft, tender little asshole.
I push and prod and probe at
her anus, eagerly working my slavish tongue in and around that pinky-brown
hole, deliberately abasing myself and watching in the mirror as a bright flush
of shame floods color into my cheeks.
Now this is indeed ecstasy. I can�t even hope to deny it. What was I
thinking? Regardless of how I might wish it, my shameful, desperately perverted
arousal is as overwhelming, as compulsory as ever, the dirty little secret that
traps me in Big Linda�s power.
Even with the best of
intentions, it seems obvious that the deeper my personal abjection, the greater
my total humiliation, the harder I get. Now, with B�Linda Skrue roughly reaming
out my body and my tongue stuck deep in the hole of this Keri Colts�
deliciously tight young ass, I�m forced to face my worthless self in reflection
and finally, fully acknowledge the entire shameful truth.
I love it. Whatever my
exalted mistresses choose to do to me, I love it.
As a worthless, guilty
little she-male slut-slave I exist only to be used, a paltry toy for the
selfish pleasure of such superior, domineering women as the brutal goddesses
towering above me. My brief rebellion is over, an abysmal failure, and with the
hard fact of B�Linda�s big cock hammering brutally into my ass, the harsh,
humiliating reality of my position re-asserts itself once and for all.
I am male, by definition
guilty of the most disgusting weaknesses and perversions, and therefore must be
made to pay. Ahead of me lies -- and quite rightly -- an intense, punishing
sexual ordeal: a long, torturous orgy of endlessly demeaning permutations. And
to prove my total soul-submission to the goddesses above, I must accept every
bit of this punishment both willingly and wholeheartedly, even if I go
entirely, irretrievably mad in the process.
Lucky me!
Things are definitely looking up.
Not only did I just receive
some fantastic news from overseas, I�ve just had the most exhilarating sexual
experience of my life. Now normally I
don�t go in for threesomes, or group sex of any kind -- I like to be in total
control of one meekly submissive partner and that�s it. But these were kind of
special circumstances.
I�d recently heard from
relatives of mine back in the �old country� (quaint term, that) who called me
with the most unbelievably glorious news. It seems our family, long stripped of
power and prestige and crushed into hiding and flight by communist oppression,
is now being restored to prominence. National and ethnic pride is stirring a
great crusade over there, and the spoils of war are being used to finance our
comeback. It seems our fortunes are being raised on both the blood of the
infidels and the ashes of the abhorrent old socialist system. Whatever.
Politics aside, what it means is no more working for a living, no more limited
means. I�ll soon enjoy all the privileges and possibilities of ex-patriot
royalty. Finally! I suppose it�s my impatience for power and dissatisfaction
with living modestly that�s been fueling my amazing sex drive lately, but that
didn�t stop me from celebrating the wonderful news in the way I�ve come to love
the most.
I immediately went on a
shopping spree: stocking my �seduction room� with some much needed hardware and
preparing some special surprises for guests. Then I went out hunting. Little
did I know the most important element of my incredible evening would come
looking for me.
Before long I�d picked up
this shy, sweet, deliciously leggy and petite young woman rather enticingly
named Keri Colts, and brought her back to my place. I was, in my usual
inimitable fashion, introducing her to the pleasures of violent lesbian sex
when she suddenly screamed.
Now that wasn�t so unusual
-- she�d been screaming more or less since I first stuck her with my big rubber
prick. But this was a scream of surprise, not of desperate, terrified arousal,
and so I spun around. There, peeking into the room and watching us fuck was a
worthless little man, in fact the same disabled one I�d been brutally
dominating for weeks. I couldn�t believe he�d actually snuck into my house.
The way I�d been freely
using Slut-boy here for my every twisted pleasure I�d thought him totally
cowed, terrified of me but unable to resist my potent sexuality. Yet there he
was, daring to seek me out, daring to
spy on me. And what�s more, his pants were around his knees and his dick was in
his hand. Even as I suddenly caught him sitting there spying on us and jerking
himself he came uncontrollably, spewing his dirty seed out on my floor.
Of course, there was no way in hell I could let him get away with that, and so I leaped up, my huge tits
bouncing, and raced across the room. Paralyzed with more than just shock and
fear, Slut-boy watched me come, his eyes cringing from my enraged face to my
heavily bobbing breasts to the long rubber dildo fastened at my crotch.
Immediately I grabbed him by
his once unfortunately broken neck and his deflating prick, dragged him across
the room and just flung him onto the
bed next to Keri. There we chained him out naked and quickly began devising fit
punishment for his sins.
First I thoroughly whipped
him, lashing angry red stripes onto his helpless flesh for nearly half an hour,
until he finally regained his erection. Then we literally attacked him sexually. After a bit of foreplay, Keri sat on his
face, grinding her pussy down into it and forcing him to service her, while I
moved in and spread apart his legs.
This party was girls only --
if he was going to crash it he�d have to play one himself. So I fucked him,
sliding my hard rubber cock deep up into his asshole, ignoring his groan of
pain and making him take it like a woman. Then, pumping up into his chained and
straddled body, I faced little Keri over his worthless swollen man-cock and
ordered her to service my giant breasts.
She cupped one, needing both
hands to do it, and started sucking at the nipple.
Naturally I have huge pink
nipples atop my generous breasts, but Keri Colts took that big stiff arrowhead
deep into her mouth, sucking it so hard I thought it was going to come off. She
moaned fetchingly as she did so, rubbing her cunt in our little man�s face, but
with her wet pussy smothering him and my big hard cock piercing his ass, his
own stiff prick just kept getting bigger and harder and redder.
That pissed me off mightily,
and so I picked up the pace, spearing angrily up into him, making him grunt and
groan and squeal like the stuck little pig that he was. Soon I had his
ridiculous little potbelly jiggling like jello with the force of my thrusts.
But the harder I fucked him the more he
seemed to get off on it. The faggy little pig-slut cock-toy actually seemed to like playing the girl, so I immediately
decided to make him into one.�
I pulled out, and ordered
Keri off his face. As he lay there groveling beneath us I told her what I had
in mind. She loved it of course -- she�d have loved anything I suggested, or
been sorry she didn�t. So I got some lingerie and she went to work making up
his face.
She painted him up like a
whore, heavily rouging his cheeks and applying eye shadow, mascara and bright
red lipstick. Pink press-on nails came next, as well as false eyelashes kept
handy for just such occasions. Meanwhile I dressed him up, putting on white net
stockings and garters, a white silk teddy, finally pulling a pair of sheer silk
panties tightly up and over his hugely straining erection.
He struggled, of course,
pleading with us. But with every whiny protest his dick just throbbed harder
and harder against those confining panties, and his breath came in quick,
excited little gasps. Next I put one of my tightest, laciest bras on him, and
with sadistic invention Keri filled a couple of left over party balloons with
warm water. These she crammed inside the cups for tits. Then we braided his
longish brown hair into girly little pigtails, jammed shiny black pumps on his
feet and literally drenched him with
cheap perfume. At last we had our own slutty little she-male to play with. The
only difference between us was the manly spike of his cock, so we �rectified�
that by searching through my extensive collection and strapping on the biggest,
scariest-looking dildoes we could find. Then we just fucking fell on him.
First little Keri stuck her
huge cock in his mouth, positioning him facedown before her on the bed and
making him lick and suck and slurp on it, smearing his pretty red lipstick.
Then she forced it deeper, grabbing him by the hair, yanking back his head and
just thrusting it down his throat.
Great goddess! For a moment
I just stood there, entranced. I could hardly believe my eyes. Whatever
happened to the shy, meekly submissive little treat I�d been enjoying? Having
this helpless man to torment seemed to have brought out some evil, hidden
monster in this Keri. She�d purposefully chosen the biggest, hardest dildo I
owned: a massive, twelve-by-two inch cock-club made of antique Japanese ivory.
A deadly relic of the
imperial past, that monster, rock-hard phallus was curved like a cylindrical
samurai and would�ve gagged any professional sword-swallower. Yet innocent
little Keri wielded it savagely, exuberantly, as if she�d been waiting all her
life to grow such a formidable member. And I do mean formidable. Huge and hard and yet eerily life-like, securely
mounted in an adjustable leather crotch-harness, that giant ivory cock stuck
out from Keri�s slender, willowy young body like a brutally truncated tree
limb. Nevertheless she forced it on him, and somehow our weak little man-slut
managed to accommodate it, his shiny red lips stretching wide around the shaft
as she gigglingly crammed it into his helpless mouth.
Sweet mother above, this was
great! Yet tender little Keri wasn�t
content to just violate our prey. Somehow she also instinctively knew the worst
possible way to rub it in.
�Look at him, B�Linda!� she
shrieked down into his urgently suckling face. �What a faggy little boy-slut! I
think he likes sucking cock! I think he loves
it! Don�t you, Cocksucker? Don�t you?� She ground her hips and pulled on
his pigtails, making him nod up and down, roughly swiveling his head around his
mouthful of hard ivory meat.
�Of course he does!� I
managed to put in. �I taught him how to eat man-meat myself less than a week
ago! You should have seen it! The fucking piggy little Slut-boy came right in
his own mouth! And after he swallowed it all and sucked himself dry he told me
how good it was! How he wanted more, how he wished I could spew in his worthless face! Are you kidding me? He
sucks cock like a champion slut-boy-whore!�
Slut-boy whimpered with
shame at these revelations, but he didn�t back off on delivering his
involuntary blow-job. Keri Colts didn�t give him a chance.
�He what? He came right in
his own mouth? He swallowed it all?
He liked it?! What a slut!� Gleefully
she raged at him, skewering his red-hot face. �COCKSUCKER!! You like it huh?
You like it that much? Well take it then, Slut-boy! Take it ALL!�
Proudly erect, her huge,
stiffly pointed nipples stood sharply out from Keri�s taut little breasts,
betraying the depth of her excitement. Still they grew harder, darker, more
prominent, sprouting ducts and goose-bumps as she continued to thrust herself
in, deeper and deeper, using the prettily-ribboned pigtails of Slut-boy�s hair
to stretch his head way back and open his helpless throat as wide as possible.
Then cruelly, methodically she fucked her way into him, using all twelve inches
of it, gagging the little man-boy mercilessly and laughing with sadistic
derision at the helpless retching sounds he made.
Now that�s what I call
punishment! Little Keri Colts certainly seemed to be getting the hang of this
female domination thing. I had no idea where such blazing, instinctive passions
came from, but she was definitely a girl after my own heart. Not to be outdone,
I moved around behind Slut-boy myself and once again took him in the ass.
Yanking aside his panties, I forced apart his cheeks and just hammered my favorite long, thick, heavy
black strap-on deep up into his openly gaping back door. Then together and in
rhythm we pounded viciously into him, impaling him from both ends, kneeling
face-to-face and watching each others� breasts bounce as we fucked, making him
grunt and groan and gasp and retch and whimper like a baby around the giant
cock filling his throat.
Ah sisters, what outrageous
fun. Like a pair of vengeful demon goddesses we showed him what it really means to be a woman, in strict,
brutally intimate terms. Finally that shy, sweet little girl Keri was so turned
on and excited by his obvious joyful pain; so flushed and exhilarated and exalted by the stunning spectacle of
Slut-Boy�s extreme (yet utterly willing) humiliation, that I had to call a
temporary halt to the festivities so that I could fuck some sense into her. But
then, after I bent her over and pounded her
to several unbelievably intense, utterly mind-blowing orgasms, I finally
had her ready to dish it out again. Then the spying little slut�s just
punishment resumed.
Fully in command, we
released him from his bonds, and for a while there we just amused ourselves,
making Slut-boy pose before us in his high heels and his tits and his lingerie,
making him study and examine every degrading detail of his willing
transvestitism in the three surrounding mirrors. Soon we were making him
pretend all kinds of feminine traits, making him bat his eyes and caress
himself, making him primp and preen and comport around, even finger-fuck his
open little butt-hole. We forced him to sit there and perform his ridiculous
body before us (and the mirrors, and what was behind them) like a 10-cent
hooker, and soon his red-hot face was so flushed with arousal and shame that it
was obvious even through the thick make-up. Nor was that all. Slut-boy�s hard,
disobedient penis once again tented out his panties like an eight-inch Indian
lodge-pole. Pulsating in its confinement, it left a growing, transparent spot
of wetness where its leaking tip rubbed constantly back and forth against the
tight silk.
That foul, impudent little
bastard! It was obvious he was enjoying himself, daring to get off on his own
debasement. So then of course we got mad and really put it to him, chaining him back up and taking him roughly,
urgently, for hours, swapping turns and holes and dildoes and positions in
endless combination.
Together we fucked him
absolutely upside-down and inside-out, repaying uncounted eons of male
domination all in one brutal, ass-jabbing, mouth-stabbing, god-sodomizing
night. Finally we had him so cored out open that I was at last able to drill
that big, thick 12-inch Japanese monster-cock all the way up into his tender
little rectum with every bit of my considerable power.
My goddess, I can still
hardly believe that thing even fit.
That gigantic ivory prick is
so huge and hard and unyielding that I rarely dare use it, even for my own
hungry cunt, and with good reason. Besides being both uncommonly thick and
long, the heavy, rock-hard shaft of it ends in a bulbous, life-like head the
size of a small fist.
Such a dangerous combination
of shape, size and uncompromising hardness is devastatingly potent. Yet after
several wild weeks of violent sexual abuse -- and several escalating hours of
brutally vicious corn-holing -- I finally felt the guilty, crippled little shit
beneath me was ready for the worst kind of treatment I could possibly dish out.
So with a cruel, wicked laugh of relish at his sheer bug-eyed terror, I finally
strapped that monster on and prepared to mount him.
Once again I pulled
Slut-Boy�s now ripped and frayed panties aside and ordered little Keri to take
up her position astride his face. She straddled him immediately, anchoring his
heels under each arm and raising up his slick, openly dilated hole. Then,
despite his reluctant body�s incredibly stiff resistance, I somehow forced that
big Norseman�s war club deep inside his already reamed-out rectum.�
I really don�t know how I
did it. It certainly wasn�t easy. It took several long minutes of thrusting and
pumping, lunging and heaving and grinding in circles, but nevertheless I
eventually had him loose enough inside to take it all. Then I planted my weight
and began pounding away, bludgeoning my giant rock-cock brutally, mercilessly
up into him, wielding that monstrous hardened penis like some kind of deadly
weapon.
And oh my goddess, what a
weapon. Stabbing deep into Slut-boy�s vulnerable lower body, that wicked ivory
sword began to look like an rampaging elephant�s goring tusk: repeatedly
spearing upward and gouging the life from some idiot interloper. Deeper and
deeper, harder and harder, I hammered my powerful body forward, over and over,
watching in ecstatic disbelief as more and more of my monstrous cock
disappeared up into the chained, silk-clad body of my bleating victim. Still,
said victim eventually took it all, every inch, tears of pain streaming from
his eyes. And all the moaning, yelping, weeping while, his hard little prick
kept bobbing and straining, standing upright and rubbing insistently against
that tight, sticky-wet spot of restraining silk.
For some odd reason, seeing
that turned me on even more, and so instead of backing off I continued to pound
away, tearing deeper and deeper and deeper up into him. And of course, the more
I tore my Slut-boy up inside, the easier it became to do so. Possessed by my
rampaging lust, I cruelly, mercilessly picked up the pace, and aided by the
best natural lubricant around I my viciously gored my unstoppable way inside.
Soon I had my Slut-Boy
howling out his horrible pain and need so unabashedly and childishly that I
wasn�t the least bit surprised when he finally burst into barking, downright
hysterical sobs. That made me think of the three new digital disc recorders and
video cameras, hidden above the bed and behind the sidewall and headboard mirrors,
and I laughed with sadistic delight. The secret knowledge supplied me with a
little extra-zealous burst of energy, as I lunged and plunged and worked my
manic, pneumatic hips.
I was damn glad to be getting this on disc! The first fruits of my ascension
to power were finally being realized. Here I was, using a rock-hard,
elephant-sized cock to brutally sodomize this helpless, sobbing, yet obviously
painfully erect prisoner: viciously fucking this captured spy far beyond any
sane notion of acceptable sexual contact. And yet all the time he was taking
it, willingly dressed up to look like a slutty little girl and begging me for
more, more! What an incredible rush! I almost couldn�t believe it was
happening, and I definitely wanted a good recording of it to hold over his head
� not to mention watch over and over again in the coming years! As I said, it
was the most exciting, most undeniably exhilarating sexual experience of my
life. It seemed like a glorious eternity that I loomed there over Slut-Boy�s pathetically
dressed-up body, panting for breath, plunging my hips, continuing to pound and
pound away, fucking my cross-dressed little she-male practically to death with
my massive, goddess-size phallus.
More and more blood trickled
out of Slut-boy�s gaping ass, betraying the extent of his harm, yet still the
little pig�s prick did constant push-ups in his panties. Unbelievable.
Meanwhile my sexy little treat Keri -- hereafter to be forever known by the
honorific �Little Keri Colts� -- writhed and wriggled fetchingly atop his face.
Holding his body steady, smothering him with her pussy, she muffled his
pathetic sobs, kept his helpless legs spread firmly up and apart and constantly
egged me on.
�C�mon, fuck him Mistress!�
she screamed. �Fuck him harder, harder! Split him in two!��
She�d definitely earned her
title, and the sight and sound of such eager young excitement spurred me on and
on, driving me to even greater and greater efforts, until I indeed began to
wonder if Slut-boy here would even survive it. But finally, as my intense,
punishing anal assault at last climaxed in an incredibly sustained, brutally
manic fuck-frenzy, that bobbing, straining, tightly contained little
piggy-pecker suddenly started its tell-tale shaking and shuddering. Then at
last my faggy little torture-pet Slut-boy opened up and spewed out his filthy
hot load, confirming his endless debt to me by miserably crying out his pain
and shame and pumping thick, hot white come all over the inside of those pretty
silk panties.
Well, Keri and I had each
had several orgasms by then, so we finally decided to release him. Still, I
refused to return his clothes (what was left of them anyway), forcing Slut-boy
to make his way home just as he was: fucked bow-legged and bloody and wearing
thick, slutty-smeared make-up, fake pink fingernails, hair ribbons and high
heels and blood-soaked, come-soiled female lingerie.
Of course, before we let him
go we first mercilessly humiliated him one last time, calling him Slut-boy and
Cocksucker and all kinds of other derisive names, taunting him and asking, �Did
we pop his cherry for him, or was it just his period?� At my sweet Little
Keri�s sly suggestion I took my lipstick then, and after carefully marking his
big water-balloon boobs with easily distinctive red nipples, I ordered the
disgusting little cock-toy to wear and preserve them -- along with the rest of
his outfit -- all the way home. Together we threatened of dire consequences if
every last piece wasn�t available for inspection -- and possible wear -- on my
next visit. Then at last we pushed Slut-Boy rudely out in the street and
slammed the fucking door behind him.�
I don�t think he�ll come
around spying again.
Visit Seven: A Real Kick in the Teeth
Now what was up? I knelt on
the floor, my knees spread wide and my helpless butt resting on shackled
ankles. My hands were cuffed tightly behind my back and a heavy iron collar
encircled my guilty neck, but in spite of the bright light shining in my eyes I
could just make out the even more dazzling woman who held the chain. It was
her, Little Keri Colts.�
�I wasn�t really that surprised -- just uneasy. I knew something
about this Keri Colts, after all. At first I�d thought her weak, another
captive satellite that circled the sinister sun of my �friend� Big Linda. How
wrong I was.
A wickedly brutal
dominatrix, B�Linda had mixed her pleasures one night recently by allowing Keri
to participate in my ritual sexual defilement. It was my own fault, really, and
look what it got me. Learning of my weakness and having some strange,
unexplained needs of her own, Keri apparently decided to make use of me
herself.
Just like Big Linda she
showed up at my apartment, unannounced, and dragged me out of my bed in the
middle of the night. I didn�t even know how she got the address, although I
could probably make a pretty accurate guess. What difference did it make? There
she was. Forcing me onto the floor, she first positioned my helpless body to
her satisfaction and then tightly chained me up. Then, shrugging out of her
stylish leather overcoat, she grabbed the chain around my neck and stepped
back.
Little Keri Colts snapped on
the lamp and stood there, letting me study her. The golden light blazed around
her small, tight body in a glorious corona, and even through my sleep-bleary
eyes I couldn�t believe how hot she looked. Framed by the rich, honeyed sweep
of her hair, her angelic face was alight with excitement, flushed with the
possibilities of having a captive man all to herself. Green eyes gleaming,
thick lips sneering, she was the epitome of angry innocence aroused into unholy
vengeance.
Her body was still that of a
teen-ager, fit and spare and yet shapely as well, and this added to her
incredible allure. Amazingly long, her stiff, peg-like nipples stuck pertly out
from her sweet little breasts, and a tiny gold ring twinkled in her navel. With
her slim shoulders squared and her curvy hips cocked, she braced her free hand
at her tiny waist and postured before me challengingly.
She was intimidating indeed,
despite her petite, nubile little body, and I swallowed several times with a
difficulty almost totally unrelated to my tight, heavy iron collar. Then
without warning she suddenly jerked the chain forward, almost spilling me onto
my face and pulling my attention down properly to the floor between us.�
Shiny black boots,
spike-heeled and with long, sharply pointed toes clung to her tiny feet,
molding her ankles beautifully and extending up her slim, elegant legs to just
past the knee. And that was where heaven began.
Spread and braced wide
apart, every sublime line and contour of Keri Colts� thighs was limned with
light, from those glossy black boot-tops up the underside of the long legs to
where they finally met at the moist open center of her womanhood. And yet even
that was completely bare, every last little scrap of hair shaved scrupulously
clean.�
Unbelieving, I stared at
that gorgeous, exquisitely sculpted cleft. Remembering its heavenly scent and
taste when I was last forced to service her, I soon felt myself growing helplessly
hard.
After all: why not? Whatever
Little Keri Colts had in mind for me could hardly be worse then the obscene
torment Big Linda regularly subjected me to. So despite my collar, bonds and
considerable trepidation, despite my fear of the strange, unpredictable woman
standing there before me, my stupid, soft-headed cock soon stood stiffly
upright, jutting from the black thatch at my crotch like a plum-colored
long-stalked mushroom.
Kneeling there, with my
prick upraised and my eyes downcast, I waited humbly for whatever sacrifice my
new mistress demanded of me. I belonged to her now, as well Big Mistress Linda;
that much was obvious. Yet still Little Keri hesitated, prolonging the
anticipation. She seemed musing, almost introspective as she regarded me kneeling
there, and suddenly it appeared that whatever secret need brought her here thus
naked and demanding in the middle of the night was about to be revealed. But
finally she spoke, and her dire words rocked me to the core.
�I�ve got some news for you,
little man. B�Linda�s leaving town.
She says she�s got the resources to go anywhere now, and she�s sick of this
scene. In fact, you were specifically mentioned. She seems to think you�re
about fucked out.� Keri gave a derisive laugh at this, remembering. �I don�t
know, but the way we put it to you the other night makes me think she�s right.
There�s not much more we could do to you -- Slut-boy!�
She gave me a sneering,
lascivious grin, reminding me with that epithet of the incredibly demeaning
climax of that last unbelievably epic encounter. After subjecting me to several
hours of the most inventively outrageous extremes of involuntary sodomy and
sexual abuse, Little Keri Colts and Big Linda Skrue had proceeded to dump me
out naked in the street -- except for the hair ribbons, high heels, slutty
smeared make-up and blood-soiled, come-soiled lingerie they�d forced me to
wear, that is.
Keri let me squirm for a
minute, savoring the humiliating, emasculating memory. Then she continued
�But we decided, before we go,
to give you one more night apiece just in case. You�re too tempting of a piece
of worthless male meat to leave behind unfinished with. And since I doubt
there�ll be much left of you when B�Linda�s finally done, I�m taking my turn
first. You�d better try real hard to impress me, Slut-boy. It might be the last
fucking thing you ever do.� With that she stepped up, giving me no time at all
to assimilate the earth-shaking news she�d just delivered, and jerked the chain
forward. Stunned, I landed face-first before her on her suddenly advancing
foot, my bruised lips skidding off the slick surface of her boot.
�Lick my feet, slave!� cried
Keri Colts. �Polish my boots with your worthless tongue! If Big Mistress Linda
can whip you and fuck you and brutally corn-hole your tight little ass, then
you can worship me too! I am woman! That makes me Goddess to a sniveling little male like you!� Groveling face-first
before her, my mind aswarm with swooping terrors and hideous possibilities, I
finally, hopelessly accepted the only way out of my confusion. Disregarding my
suddenly tenuous, dangerous future, I obeyed the urgent throbbing of my cock
and gave in. Whatever the looming, eventual outcome of my dangerous affair with
Big Linda Skrue, I bowed before the great Goddess Little Keri Colts and
sacrificed my soul a second time.
I put out my tongue and
began to lick her beautiful boots clean, from the sharply pointed toes all
around the instep, sides and heel and up her shapely ankles. My face burned as
I did so, a hot flush of shame spiking my arousal, and as usual I began to get
off on it.
Regardless of the
circumstances, regardless of the impending danger to my body and soul, my own
prostration never fails to open deep, inexhaustible wells of perverse sexual
need in me. Compelled somehow as always to perform any abasement required, no
matter how humiliating, I eagerly licked and licked and licked and licked,
secretly rejoicing in both Keri Colts� cold-hearted coercion and my own
shameless acquiescence.
Purposefully I proceeded up
Mistress Keri�s boots, doing first one foot and then the other, slowly lapping
my wet tongue across every shiny inch: past her toes, over her excitingly round
ankles and tight calves and gradually up her sexy young legs until I finally
reached the top. Then Keri�s smooth flesh replaced the slick vinyl, and
intoxicated with arousal I dared to continue my way up.�
I pushed forward, somehow
regaining my knees, lapping and kissing and rubbing my face against the firm
flesh of Keri�s leg.
Big Linda would�ve knocked
me down of course, but a surprised Little Keri caught her breath, gasping as I
licked my way up her inner thigh. Boldly I began eating her out, licking and
sucking and nuzzling my face up into that silky-smooth, creamy pink and white
and finally rose pink confluence. Soon my wet tongue was invading the deep hot
center of her body as though I had a right to be there. Yet rather than punish
me Little Keri Colts merely forced me deeper up into her heavenly crotch.
She grabbed me by the hair,
and pulling my head backward she stepped over my bound and kneeling form and
settled herself astride my face. Then with her long, slim legs straddling my
head she balanced the slippery center of her pubis on my upturned face and
began frantically rubbing herself back and forth.
Oh, my Goddess! She must
have learned at least that little
trick from Mistress B�Linda. She certainly went at it with the same
single-minded frenzy. She humped and pumped and romped and rubbed and rode my
helpless face like a rocking horse, and soon she worked herself into an
incredible series of intense, continuously escalating orgasms. Slathering my
features with her endlessly gushing come, she practically screamed herself
hoarse in the process. But finally she slipped from my slimy face and slid down
my body to collapse on the floor at my knees.
There she lay back, legs
spread, her shapely arms flung high above her head and the tight skin of her
flanks beautifully outlining the slender, delicate cage of her ribs.
Up and down and up and down
and up and down, the taut little cones of Keri�s perfect-sized breasts rode the
diminishing swells of her panting recovery in a gloriously erotic spectacle.
But at last she got her elbows under her, and propping herself up some she
leaned back and spread her legs even more, letting me see all the way inside.
Her sweet pink cunt lay open
like a flower, and oily sweat glistened all over Keri�s incredible body:
darkening her honey-gold hair and trickling down her flat belly to slicken that
open crotch.
�You see that, slave?� she
demanded of me. �That�s the treasure all you bastards yearn for. You put us
women through so much ... do you know how much pain and misery I�ve suffered
because of that pink little hole...� she trailed off, perhaps considering her
unspeakable past, then finished �You owe me, male.��
She lifted one of those
lovely legs, cocking it in the air and pushing the toe in my face. Once again
peremptory and demanding she snapped, �The bottoms, slave!� Savoring her
delicious power over me, Little Keri Colts pushed the dusty sole of her boot in
my face and compelled me to lick it clean.
I obeyed her of course,
eager to display my slavish obedience to her every whim. And as I licked and
licked and sucked and sucked and swallowed the dirt and grit that ground
between my teeth, my stiff cock continued to jut proudly up from my crotch,
throbbing and bobbing in the air.
Ah goddess, what more could
I ask for? The more a woman degraded me the greater my arousal, and with my
red-hot face and hammering heart betraying the depth of my excitement I
dutifully licked the entire sole of Keri�s boot clean. Finally, as I finished
at the heel, she suddenly rammed it between my teeth, commanding, �Bite down,
dog!�
I bit down, hard, and slowly
Little Keri stripped it off, pulling the smooth, shapely, length of her leg
from inside the boot, leaving it to dangle in my jaws.
I held it obediently,
waiting for her permission to drop it, and she smiled approvingly as she
leisurely stretched and flexed, working her beautiful foot and tiny bare little
toes. At last she kicked the boot contemptuously out of my mouth and rested her
long, beautiful leg on my shoulder. �Again!� she ordered, pushing the sole of
her other boot in my face, and I repeated the procedure, literally licking up
the ground she walked on and then biting in and stripping it off with my teeth.
Again Keri stretched and
flexed and limbered up her toes before kicking the boot aside and settling on
my other shoulder. Then she lay back before me, propped up on her elbows with
her slim, perfect legs splayed open wide and meeting behind my neck.
No way! My unbelieving eyes
feasted on her, gorging on the sight of her clean-shaven cunt and excitingly
pinkish-red butt-hole. Then she began to slowly, sensuously rub her silky legs
and delicate feet all over my face and neck.
�Here�s your reward, slave.�
Mistress Keri husked. Almost weeping with joy, I kissed her feet happily,
basking in her temporary favor by eagerly sucking on every delicious toe and
licking all around the shapely, sensitive arches, amply demonstrating my
pitiful humility.
Finally Little Keri seemed
satisfied, and her wonderful wet feet slipped lower, tracing cool lines of
saliva down my flushed and overheated body to my crotch. Then, with her knees
splayed wide and her glorious cunt on full view, she brought the soles of her
feet together, catching the burning length of my long-suffering member between
those slippery arches. There, holding it tightly between her feet, she began
pumping me up and down and up with a smooth, dexterous ease that was more a
tribute to her unbelievable skill than to just the uncommon grace and
coordination of youth.
Whatever it was, leaning
back before me on her elbows, Little Keri Colts proceeded to jerk me off with
her incredibly perfect little feet, her fingers simultaneously coming up to
find the big hardened pegs of her nipples.
Tirelessly she worked
herself, rubbing and twisting and pinching and pulling on them, until both the
nipples themselves and the entire surrounding aureole stood stiffly out from
her sharp, pointy little breasts. She seemed to enjoy teasing them as much as
her cunt, and soon it was obvious that she was becoming once again as
uncontrollably aroused as I was. Pebbly gooseflesh marbled Keri Colts� lean,
taut body, and she quickly built the hard pumping rhythm of her matchless legs
to a frantic level. Panting and gasping and yelping with need she worked us
both, all four limbs flailing relentlessly away, and finally it was more than I
could stand. My burning cock ejaculated, spurting come so far and high in the
air that several thick gobs of it rained wetly down on Keri�s bare, glistening
pussy a full two feet away.
Perfect shot! Taking the hit
to her clit she cried out piercingly, dropping a hand from her roughened-up
nipple and vigorously rubbing it in, smearing that hot, sticky-thick dream
cream in and around and all about the tender lips and folds and flaps of her
sopping wet cunt and clitoris. Lying back, she vigorously masturbated there
before me, frantically fingering herself to several more wildly screaming
orgasms, before she once again finally collapsed, moaning at my feet.�
Eventually, after dozing a
while on the floor, Little Keri stirred, removed the chains and put me back to
bed. She stared unnervingly down at me for a while before leaving, reminding me
dangerously of B�Linda, and -- oh shit! Big Linda! I was left alone; awake, to
ponder my uncertain future.
Visit Eight: The Curtain Falls
It�s approaching one a.m.
and I lie in bed, unable to sleep. The weight of my helpless body traps me
here, but it isn�t the demands of being disabled that keep me awake. No, it�s
the thought of Big Linda Skrue, my erstwhile employee that robs me of my rest.
As you know, we�ve been
having the wildest, most depraved sexual relationship imaginable. It seems to
be based solely on finding newer and ever more potent ways for her to dominate
me. Once Big Linda discovered that I was a) starved for any kind of sex, b)
capable of erection and orgasm despite my disability, and c) home alone in bed
every night, she made it a point to enslave me sexually.
She knows that without easy
access to my wheelchair I�m stuck in bed, unable to escape or resist her, and
she wallows outrageously in the sheer latitude of that opportunity. My own
initially reluctant but now intensely eager response to such subjugation only
feeds her twisted needs, and what started out as excitingly kinky sex has
turned into total soul-domination of the most extreme, intimate sort.
With ever-increasing doses
of humiliation, bondage and discipline, Big Linda Skrue has been sadistically
crushing my will, defiling my captive manhood and systematically robbing me of
my own sexual identity. She seems to want to change me into something entirely
new: a desperately perverted sexual creature of her own depraved design.
Playing on my obvious fear and arousal, she makes it a point to debase and
humiliate me at every opportunity. Even as she wildly fucks me, she constantly
impresses upon me my own worthlessness, forcing me to perform the most
degrading acts of sexual submission. By now I�ve endured months of outrageous
torture including bondage, whippings, role-reversals, cross-dressing, oral and
anal penetration and even auto-fellatio. I�ve been used so hard in so many ways
that I hardly even know what sex I am anymore.
By now I exist only to
please B�Linda, yet tonight is likely to be our last night together. I heard
from her �friend� Little Keri that she recently came into a lot of money, and
that she�s moving to California to try satisfying her increasingly bizarre
needs in the flesh-pots of LA. But surely she won�t leave town without seeing
to me first. We have unfinished business. The way she�s been taking me and
using me, turning me into her own little sex-toy creature... she must want to
consummate our strange mutual compulsion in some ultimate kind of way.�
Lying here since dark,
waiting and wondering about it, I�ve been trying to deny what my heart tells me
is the most logical end to such a desperately twisted, perverted affair. But
soon enough my Mistress B�Linda shows up, in her usual fashion: uninvited and
announced only by the hard, measured tread of her spike-heeled boots.
Slowly the door swings open.
And at the sight of her I gasp in shock.
Her body is perfectly
recognizable -- a tall, statuesque figure with gratuitously large, womanly
breasts hanging out through a spike-studded leather harness -- but her muscular
arms are gloved to the elbow in spiked gauntlets and her features are hidden by
a black executioner�s hood. In addition to this medieval get-up, glittering
pairs of handcuffs dangle at her waist, and a long, heavy bullwhip trails on
the floor behind her.
Seeing her outfitted like
this my blood freezes. In all of our violent sexual history she�s never looked
more forbidding. All by itself, a shiver of terror races down my damaged spine,
bringing the swift onset of a painfully stiff erection.�
Totally cowed, I look up at
this woman who has utterly owned me, who has dominated and subjugated me from
start to finish. I flash back to hours spent servicing her in an endless
variety of ways: being chained and whipped and beaten and fucked, being forced
to wear perfume and make-up and women�s clothing� I remember her holding a
knife to my prick, hammering a huge dildo up my ass, even joining with her
friend Keri to perform acts of sadistic dual sodomy on me that would have
shamed the Marquis himself. By now I�ve suffered almost every conceivable abuse
under her power (and still begged her for more), yet something about the
silent, deadly way she regards me this time is chillingly different.
Gone is the blazing passion,
the hot sexual excitement, and her eyes are flat and cold.
�It�s time to finish with
you!� Big Linda Skrue declares. She slams the door, plunging us back into
darkness. Locks rattle. Then from the blackness in front of me comes a
satisfied snarl and B�Linda�s low, even voice.�
�I�m leaving tonight. By
morning Little Keri and I�ll be long gone. But I hope you didn�t think I�d
leave town without taking care of you
first. You�re mine to the end, little man! And this is it!�
Then in spite of the
darkness she leaps onto the bed, unerringly straddling my body and finding my
wrists. In seconds my arms are spread wide and I�m cuffed to the bedposts. As
she climbs off the bed, Big Linda rips away the blankets, exposing my naked
body to the night. Several tense moments pass, and then a match flares as she
sets a pair of low, squat candles flickeringly alight. Then she turns from
them, faceless and implacable in her grim leather hood. Once again she
approaches the bed.�
Back-lighted by that
primitive yellow glow, Big Linda looms over me, tracing a black, spike-gloved
finger slowly up the hard, straining length of my cock.
�You still want it, don�t
you?� she muses.� �Even after all this
time...Tell me, little Slut-boy, after all I�ve done to you...after all I�ve
taken from you...are you really ready to give up that last little bit?�
Her tight fist grips me,
pulling my hard-on viciously up and back. She actually lifts me off the bed by
my cock. �Why, I even almost took this once, didn�t I?� she demands.
�Maybe I should have. You�ve
been making such a nice little girl lately...but I�ve decided you deserve
better than that.� Her fist clenches painfully on my erection. At last, as she
finally meets my eyes through the holes in her mask, Big Linda Skrue pronounces
my doom.�
�I�m going to let you die as
a man. I�ll probably kill you tonight, but you can keep your worthless little
cock. Consider me generous, Slut-boy.� And with that terrifying announcement
she releases my prick, drops my hips back to the bed and moves in.
But instead of immediately
sitting on my face, or thrashing me about as usual with her gigantic tits, this
time Big Linda reaches into her belt pouch and produces a short silken cord.
Wordlessly she ties this
about the base of my swollen, blood-filled genitals: ensuring that my erection
will be of even more superhuman duration than usual. When she�s finished I
pound and throb and jut sharply up at the ceiling.
Satisfied, B�Linda wrenches
open my legs and moves between. I prepare myself for the painfully stabbing
thrusts of her dildo. But then I see that Big Linda�s usual brand of forcible
rape is not exactly what she has in mind this time. Instead she produces a
string of Chinese anal �love� beads: half a dozen or more two-inch round rubber
balls strung on a cord.
Carefully she inserts them
into my anus one by one, until only a foot of cord remains running from my
stuffed-up hole to her grip on the handle. Then she flips a switch, and the
hard bulbs filling my rectum come alive: each one vibrating with its own inner
life.
Burning heat spreads
throughout my entire pounding, blood-filled groin. The neural stimulation is
incredible, and I moan helplessly. Condemned to death by my lover, I lie
spread-eagled and naked, my arms securely chained out wide. Then between my
limp, splayed-out legs crouches Big Linda Skrue, pumping and jerking and
licking and sucking on my pounding erection, using every skill and trick at her
disposal to coax it ever larger.
Wrenching it in circles,
yanking it up and down and all around in endless unpredictable directions, she
pulls and pulls and pulls and pulls on it, as though trying to rip it out by
the roots. Then she lets up and quickly, vigorously pumps it through her tight,
leather-clad fist, amusing herself by seeing how hard and hot and hugely
swollen her iron grip can make it. Then, squeezing it between her giant boobs
and taking the tip into her warm wet mouth, she proceeds to simultaneously eat
and beat and flog and fellate my burning meat until it feels like it wants to
explode. Eventually it reaches such a massive, pounding, painful rigidity that
it throbs like a rotten tooth, and finally she relents: straddling my hips and
mounting me.�
Deftly Big Linda slips me
into her hot, tight wetness, and begins her usual rhythm. She fucks me for an
incredible interval, going at it with mindless, machine-like efficiency. Her
hips pump relentlessly back and forth and back and forth, riding my supine body
and maintaining an excruciatingly delicious friction between my rock-hard cock
and the slick, tight, muscular walls of her vagina. Meanwhile intense, electric
waves of stimulation course through my burning loins: those big, hot, vibrating
love beads humming and thrumming and working tirelessly on my blood-rich rectum
and prostate. Soon all this unbearably erotic energy is concentrating fiercely
in my groin, yet still the tight silk rope constricting my genitals clinches me
brutally erect, denying my over-driven member the exquisite -- and necessary --
release of orgasm.
Blessed Goddess! Unholy
pressure mounts in my balls and penis, and the growth of my terrified arousal
knows no bounds. Bodily fluids seem to boil within me, and despite the dreadful
promise of death hanging over me I�m unable to resist the overpowering
intensity of this experience. As Big Linda Skrue grimly, methodically
stimulates my helpless body far beyond its usual thresholds, the adrenaline
flood of my terror merely compounds the chemical and hormonal storm raging
through me. Rapidly this turns me into some sort of urgently intense, endlessly
over-heating organic juggernaut.
And still my Big Mistress
Linda fucks me on, coldly impersonal behind her black leather hood. Driving me
harder and harder, she seems more determined to force a coronary than an
orgasm. And sure enough my manic arousal escalates: my rapid pulse pounding in
my veins and my runaway respiration coming in panting heaves and gasps soon threaten
me with hyperventilation. But then suddenly, at the very apex of my incredible
physiological arousal, hyperventilation becomes the very last and least of my
worries.
Without losing a stroke of
her pistoning hips, Big Linda Skrue suddenly grabs up her big bullwhip. Deftly
she flips a quick double loop of it over my head. Then, before I can even begin
to respond, she grasps the butt in one hand and wraps the lash in her other
fist. Then she jerks it tight, cinching it up around my neck.
Ungg! My panting breath is
suddenly cut off in mid-gasp. My startled heart lurches in my chest. For a
moment it seems caught between literally exploding within me, or just stopping
dead forever. Then at last it skips a couple of beats and begins hammering away
harder than ever.
It has good reason to labor.
My slim, suddenly delicate throat is crushed
in the tight noose of Big Linda Skrue�s whip. And at the sudden shock to my
system, the enormous kinetic energy of my runaway arousal seems to
detonate.�
Galvanized by violent nerve
impulses that course along my damaged spine and flood my overloaded receptors,
my entire body suddenly kicks and spasms and flops in my bed as though dangling
from the hangman�s gibbet. Legs that haven�t moved in years bunch and flex and
thrash like mad, and my back arches and snaps and bucks beneath B�Linda with
furious energy. Yet still she rides me, effortlessly, her whip cutting deep
into my neck and choking off any possible hope of breath.
Unreal! My lungs scream for
air, but to no avail. Body bouncing, limbs thrashing, I burn what little oxygen
I have in seconds. Then the real suffering
begins. Hot blood suffuses my burning face, and soon I feel my bulging eyes and
tongue beginning to protrude.
The sudden additional
adrenaline rush of desperate mortal terror further fuels my violent spasms. I
struggle wrenchingly with my implacable bonds. Yet still my complete, utter
helplessness is as perversely compelling as always. Soon that shameful
excitement combines with an encroaching anoxic euphoria to stoke my burning
lust to a raging, white-hot intensity. In extremis, with both my oxygen-starved
brain and my tightly constricted groin pounding with need, I finally turn my
frantic gaze up to Big Linda Skrue.�
She rides my helplessly
jack-knifing body professionally, her tight cunt still gripping my impossibly
huge, iron-hard cock and her strong, leather-clad arms holding the taut ends of
the whip like reins. She leans back, her biceps bulging, and the brutal
pressure on my throat is jerked tighter and tighter as she fights to stay atop
my wildly leaping and bucking and convulsing hips.
This is the first time in
our affair B�Linda hasn�t had to generate all the motion herself � except for
when Keri Colts was spearing into me from the other end � and she takes full
advantage of it. Clamping me between her powerful thighs she chokes me:
pitiless and implacable, enjoying the most wildly erotic ride of her incredibly
extensive sexual life on my violently kicking death throes.
But then at last the
glorious sight of Big Linda Skrue in her power begins to dim, and through my
panicked, anoxic arousal I finally realize that the unthinkable is actually
about to happen. My Big Mistress Linda is going to kill me.
This unbelievable Amazon
cunt-queen, this incomparably rapacious sexual predator, is about to carry her
complete and utter possession of me to its ultimate end. Trapped in her thrall
by my own twisted needs, I�ve already submitted to her every last shred of my
autonomy. Now to feed her unholy lust for conquest, she means to drain away my
very existence.�
At that last, terrifying
moment of ultimate awareness I struggle with myself: shirking the horror of my
fittingly ignominious fate. But then the pounding pressure becomes too great.
In the final, wrenching spasms of asphyxiation, some primitive spinal reflex at
last forces an incredible, uncontainable orgasm to explode through my tightly
strangled prick.
The silken cord is suddenly
somehow gone, and all the pounding, burning pressure of my need seems to erupt
from me. And with that kicking, convulsive release of hot spurting come, I feel
an unbearable apotheosis of joy, deliverance, and above all relief that finally
convinces me to give up to Mistress B�Linda my meaningless life.
But then, as if this last,
most secret personnel surrender were some kind of signal, the pressure on my
throat suddenly eases. Almost instantaneously, another rush of pure,
uncontrollable sensation shudders through me. Screaming out her own orgasm, Big
Linda Skrue has finally dropped both ends of the whip. Grabbing behind herself,
she pulls that long string of hotly vibrating balls slowly from my ass: popping
them deliciously out one by one by one and stimulating wave after wave of
continuing orgasmic contractions.
Freed at last from the
deathly clutch of the noose, I can only twist and spasm and convulse in
mindless anoxic ecstasy, as those endless waves rise and peak and rise and peak
ever higher, and at last only slowly recede within me. But at the final, bitter
end I somehow break through the strange paroxysm that grips my chest, and begin
wrenching heaving, coughing breaths through my horribly burning throat.�
The wicked world swims with
the sudden inrush of oxygen, and I retreat deep inside: carried swooningly down
into the enfolding darkness on the gently receding ache of impossible,
incredible release that lingers in my loins.�
Gradually I wrest life back
into my quivering body one tortured breath at a time.
When the world finally
returns to me, I find myself miraculously free: the cuffs gone from my abraded
wrists and Mistress B�Linda nowhere to be found.
She�s left me for dead
apparently, gone on to other places now. But burned deep into my neck � and
even deeper into my soul � I carry as an eternal memento the obvious scar of
our last encounter: a brand that marks me, now and forever, as the personal
property of Big Linda Skrue.
PART II: Stories from the
City of Angels
Tale One: The Dream Team
Everywhere they went they
turned heads, and for good reason. They really were the most stunning pair
around. Even their names were entirely appropriate.
For �Little� Keri Colts, 18
years old, 5 feet tall and only ninety-eight pounds buck naked, she couldn�t
have chosen a better companion -- a Valkyrie-like goddess named �Big� Linda
Skrue.
Whether �Skrue� was actually
her real name or just an Americanization of something else wasn�t clear, but
Big Linda lived up to it with a vengeance. She was the most voracious, most
powerfully dominating sexual creature Keri had ever seen. She chewed men up and
had them for breakfast; and women as well, wielding her strapped-on dildo with
a venom and expertise surpassing the best of those born to it.
With her six-foot-one inch
height and the commensurate size of her tits and appetites, �Big� Linda Skrue
was simply the only name that fit her. It was impossible not to live in damp,
clammy-handed desire around her, forever both hoping and fearing that her
potent glance would fall on you.
On Keri Colts it had fallen,
and changed her life forever.
Trapped in an unloving,
abusive teen-age relationship with a crack-addict �boyfriend,� Keri had been
drowning her considerable sorrows in a particularly lenient college bar one
night a short time ago when Big Linda happened to be out hunting. It had hardly
been a challenge at all.
Quietly coaxed home and
plied with a few drinks (and maybe a crushed-up Seconol or two), Keri quickly
fell prey to one of Big Linda Skrue�s famous unstoppable sexual assaults. Soon
was screaming and thrashing in mindless orgasm beneath the relentless labors of
that tall, lush female body.
Terrified at first,
reluctant to accept the homosexual, little Keri was nevertheless too small and
weak and drugged out to resist. But then through the haze that gripped her she
gradually perceived that the violence of Big Linda�s passion was completely
different from the unspeakable horrors she�d been experiencing at home.
Those assaults had been
driven by a repellent hate and malice, while this was more of a raving, unholy
lust that was strangely contagious.
There was even something
perversely thrilling about being victimized by a member of her own sex, a
compelling need that would not be denied. Paradoxically or not, after surviving
everything the worthless male sex could possibly dish out to her, only such a
strong, incredibly potent female specimen as Big Linda Skrue could have
possibly had it in her to re-ignite the dampened fires of Keri�s youthful
passion.
All in all it was a sublime
experience. Almost against her will Keri was drawn quickly into the lesbian
fold, submitting herself body and soul to Big Mistress Linda�s brutal
possession.
Psychologically speaking, it
was just about the best thing that could have possibly happened to her. In the
beginning of that initial encounter, B�Linda�s example taught her all he needed
to know about channeling her poisonous hate and anger, her emphatic rejection
of men and all things male, into the violent release of her sexual desires.
That was the key to
everything. Finally the gods seemed to smile on her, or maybe it was fate
itself that took a hand. At the penultimate moment, as Big Linda�s hard black
dildo was pounding these wonderful home truths into her, something almost
miraculously fortuitous and utterly unexpected happened, something that properly
initiated little Keri through the rites of passage she so desperately needed.
Being an extraordinary
sexual predator, Big Linda Skrue had a knack for finding especially weak,
helpless men that could be tormented far beyond belief just for the mere privilege
of getting laid. On this occasion, one of them unexpectedly stopped by,
providing the perfect prey for Keri.
One of B�Linda�s most
pitiful conquests, indeed, her very first original conquest, he was a lonely
handicapped man whose utter helplessness and perverse lusts drove him to sexual
extremes almost as outrageous as Linda�s. When he stopped by and made the
stupid mistake of interrupting their coupling, he was as good as doomed.
Immediately Big Linda fell
upon him, determined to punish this transgression. And in the process she
proceeded to show Keri in detail how to work out her strange, unexplained rage
at the opposite sex -- by sharing with her a man she could dominate and control
despite her tiny, petite little body.
Together they utterly
ravished and enslaved him, dressing him up, chaining him up, and tormenting him
sexually for hours. Eventually B�Linda was so impressed with the enthusiasm of
Keri�s passion that she bestowed the title of �Little� Keri Colts on her, a
respectful reflection of her own honorific. Then they really went at it, taking their retaliatory sodomy to unbelievably
inventive heights. When at last they finished with Slut-boy (B�Linda�s scornful
name for her pet cripple), leaving him half-mad with twisted desires and
practically forever useless for any kind of normal future sex, Little Keri
Colts had felt an insane sexual power she�d never dreamed of enjoying.
It was a wonderfully
cathartic experience, and learning that Big Linda Skrue intended to leave town
in its aftermath, Little Keri finally broke down and confessed the horrors
she�d been enduring at the hands of her �boyfriend.�
She�d just learned the truth
about men; that they weren�t invulnerable, and she�d decided to act on it. It
was the turning point in her miserable life. Sobbing in B�Linda�s arms, she
described the months of sexual torment that left her so vulnerable, and she
begged for Big Mistress Linda to take her under her wing. And take her she did.
Big Linda Skrue was outraged
at this tale of male oppression, and already in love with this fiery little
fox. She�d seen what Keri could do, and knew that a better sexual partner she�d
never find. It seemed that divine forces were at work here: her fortune was
made, her mission in life revealed, and now at last her perfect mate, dropping
right into her lap. And all because one day she caught a lonely crippled guy
jerking off in his bathtub.
Well, it was decided. After
extravagantly finishing with Slut-boy, they wreaked a horribly appropriate
vengeance on Keri�s oppressor, and then together they fled the city. When Big
Linda Skrue made her long-anticipated move to Los Angeles, Little Keri Colts
was at her side, a pair of dark new tattoos marking the skin of her waist like
reminders of the extreme way she�d
severed ties with her old life.
And now at last this once
abused and oppressed victim of sex had found her paradise. She lived in royal
splendor in a large, beautiful house overlooking the Pacific Ocean, the primary
plaything of B�Linda Skrue. For weeks they explored vast sexual horizons of
their own and then began �entertaining� frequent female guests. Soon they were
throwing lavish parties, orgies of lesbian lust that lasted until far past dawn
in savage extremes of sapphic ecstasy.
However B�Linda came by her
sudden money and sophisticated friends she didn�t say, yet that didn�t concern
Keri. She had the best food, the most beautiful home and the most vigorous
lover imaginable. If she sometimes had to submit to the bizarre, degrading
sexual practices Big Linda usually reserved for men, well, then so be it. One
didn�t argue with Big Linda Skrue. One merely spread her legs or bent over and
enjoyed it.
Yet life with B�Linda wasn�t
all meekly submitting to excitingly
violent sex. She could be extraordinarily tender as well. Ensconced at night in
the giant antique bed, wrapped in Big Linda�s warm, generous embrace, with her
tiny face pillowed on that extravagant bosom, Little Keri Colts felt a comfort
and peace denied far too many babes in the world.
B�Linda would cradle her
body solicitously, stroking her silken hair, murmuring reassuringly into her
ear. Often Keri would sink into fantasy, seeking out one of those big, pebbly
pink nipples and urgently suckling it for almost an hour. And all the while Big
Linda would rock and stroke her, enfolding that small, vulnerable form deep in
her embrace and comforting her until she was finally ready to sleep.
This was a cure for the most
restless of nights, but eventually Keri found them coming more and more often.
Despite the nurturing kindness of B�Linda�s care, despite the incredibly
outrageous sexual exertion they enjoyed both together and with up to a dozen
ravenous lesbian partners, Little Keri Colts felt a desperate need growing in
her that nothing seemed to satisfy.
The memory of her abuse
festered, filling her with a strange lust for vengeance. It was man that had wronged her, Man that continued to oppress women the
entire world over. She and B�Linda had done something about it, once, but now
they lay wallowing in idle ecstasy, indulging in an endless orgy of sapphic
sex. Sure, B�Linda still went out and conquered the occasional male, but beyond
dominating and humiliating them there seemed to be little else she wanted to
do.
Well, Little Keri wanted more. She wanted to make those bastards
pay, every one of them. She remembered the intense, burning power of having a
helpless man in her clutches, the feeling of vengeful, triumphant vindication,
and she yearned for it again. Finally she decided to bring the matter up.
She was deep between
B�Linda�s splayed out thighs, lying prone on the massive bed while her mistress
clutched the pillows, screaming and thrashing with obvious pleasure, watching
in the ceiling mirror as her beloved Little Keri serviced her. It was rapidly
becoming her favorite pleasure, one she demanded with increasing frequency, and
Keri was becoming quite an adept.
For all of her homosexual
ambiguity, Little Keri Colts was proud of her skill, honed to perfection in
less than a year of practice. She was finally at that stage where she began to
enjoy giving cunnilingus as much as
getting it. She would often fall into a long lip-smacking, cunt-lapping frenzy,
losing herself between B�Linda�s strong thighs for great stretches of time,
thinking only of bringing on that next peak, and the next, and the next. But
this time there was real calculation in her efforts, each lap and suck and nip
and nibble intended to drive Big Linda to greater and greater heights, until at
last, gorged on sensation, she�d be amenable to Keri�s request.
Finally, after nearly an
hour of eager eating, Little Keri Colts slipped a gently probing finger deep up
into B�Linda�s anus, simultaneously flicking and rolling her tongue around her
clit in a way she knew was guaranteed
to drive her mistress totally crazy. Sure enough, Big Linda gushed forth yet
another wild, screaming climax, then fell back in panting, moaning recovery as
Little Keri used her wet lips and tongue to tidy her up. Then at last she
smiled warmly down, opening her arms.
Keri slipped quickly into
that welcoming embrace, determined to use her advantage. She rested her face on
one of those massive breasts, toying with the nipple and smiling a secret
pleasure at the way it hardened on her tongue even after of all those orgasms.
�B�Linda?� she breathed, �Did you like that, sweetie?� B�Linda�s arms tightened
around her, a crushing, proprietary grip that was a little scary as well as
comforting.
�You know I did, Keri. I
always love it when you do that. Give me a couple minutes and then I�ll do you.
How do you want it tonight, anyway? Do you want the big double dildo? Or should
we play Headmistress and schoolgirl?� Putting off her answer, Keri turned her
face to that thick pink nipple, sucking hard for a moment until she heard
B�Linda moan with joy. Then she looked beseechingly up at her.
�Mistress�B�Linda�I want to
do a man again. Hard. Like we did to Slut-boy, your helpless little cripple. I
want him to feel the power, the pain and the punishment. I want to show more of
those bastards they can�t get the better of us. Can�t we bring a man up here,
and then terrorize, rape and humiliate him? I love you, and I love making love
to you, but I can�t compete with you. I�m always on the bottom. Let�s get some
worthless male up here and really put it to him. Please? I need to do it.�
Big Linda stiffened
momentarily, as though unsure of how to respond. But then she began chuckling
softly, tracing a finger over Keri�s tattoos. �Ah, Little Keri, I wondered when
you�d get back to that. Are you sure you really want to? After what happened to
your so-called �boyfriend?� And Slut-boy! He barely escaped with his
life!��
She waited a moment, not
really expecting a response, and when Keri remained silent she sighed. �Oh
well. I guess I turned you on to this. And to tell the truth I�ve been itching
for some excitement myself. It�s just that I�ve just been having so much fun
with you�� She giggled a bit, as Keri once again playfully attacked the firm,
soft mounds of her breasts.
�I�d almost forgotten that
men existed. Well, all right. You can have your little man. I�ll start looking
for one tomorrow. But first I�m gonna give you something to remember me by! Something no man can ever measure
up to!� Deftly she flipped Little Keri over onto her stomach, rolling atop her
and reaching for her favorite strap-on dildo.
As B�Linda kneeled above
Keri�s prone little form and strapped her big cock snugly about her waist and
crotch, Keri tried to prepare herself for the deliciously painful, stabbing
indignities of rough anal sex. That was Big Bad Linda�s usual style, and her
fears were heightened as B�Linda reached for a jar of slippery scented oil
standing ready by the bed. But this time her mistress had something a bit more
benevolent in mind.
She poured the oil all over
Keri�s back, pooling it between her shoulders until it trickled down the line
of her spine to the crack in her ass. Then she began slowly working it in. The
scent of jasmine filled the air, as B�Linda rubbed and kneaded and smoothed the
warm oil into Keri�s flesh. Her strong, sure hands worked the tension out of
each and every muscle with the skill of a trained masseuse, until Little Keri�s
back and neck and shoulders, and even her kidneys and buttocks felt as soft and
smooth as silk, at once relaxed and alert, alive to caresses. Then she was
rolled over, looking up at B�Linda�s looming face smiling lovingly down. More
oil spilled all over her, soaking into her skin like some kind of heavenly dew.
Then Big Linda�s skillful hands were upon her again, pinching and stroking and
rubbing her, expertly smoothing it in.
She paid particular
attention to Keri�s taut little breasts. Her knowledgeable palms circled
tirelessly around and around and around those pointy little cones, bringing
them urgently alive and awake with hot blood and warmth until they felt all
achy and tender, the thimble-sized nipples standing stiffly out from their
peaks like fleshy little pegs.
Big Linda�s fingers flicked
them, pinching and twisting and bringing sharp little cries of pleasure from
Keri�s throat. Soon they were clenched so turgid and erect they felt like
deadly weapons, and Keri picked up the pinching and twisting herself, as
B�Linda�s touch moved slowly lower, working its inspired yet methodical way
down her flanks, over her tiny diamond-ringed belly to the sweet, curvy lyre of
her tattooed hips.
Little Keri�s legs parted
like water, opening of their own accord, and soon they were flung high and wide
above her head. The taut little muscles on the inside of her thighs seemed to
quiver with desire as Big Linda�s delicate touch rubbed the warm wet oil gently
into them. At last she arrived at Keri�s slick, bare crotch, and her tender
labia seemed to open like a pink little rose at the first slippery touch of the
oil.
Copious female juices rose
to meet it, slickening her inside and out, and the first touch of Big Linda�s
probing finger brought on an immediate orgasm. Then for a long, hazy interval
Keri screamed and writhed with uncontainable passion, gasping with delight as
those nimble digits dexterously fingered her to higher and higher plateaus of
pleasure.
Only after half an hour or
so of this did Big Linda Skrue finally rise to her knees, displaying that
menacing dildo. It was nine inches long and over two inches thick, hard and
stiff but with the limber resilience of flesh. Gleaming black, it thrust up
from her crotch in a challenging curve, and Keri caught her breath as B�Linda
moved slowly, purposefully into position.
Then suddenly she was
ramming it home, and Little Keri screamed and thrashed and bucked beneath her,
reliving that first wonderful penetration. Propped above her on strong,
columnar arms, her giant tits flopping like pennants, Big Linda Skrue began
fucking her juicy little prey with a power and determination the world�s best
men could only aspire to.
She knew what a woman needed
far better than any man possibly could, and had no trouble delivering it. For
the next several hours she worked her perfect-sized cock deeper and deeper and
deeper into Keri�s tight little love-holes, never tiring or going soft, never
spurting uncontrollably and then stammering out pathetic little excuses for her
inadequacy. Just humping and pumping and pounding away, until at last Little
Keri dropped into a love-sated sleep, her firm, tight flesh still trembling
from the last of her many, many climaxes.
After, awake in her bed, Big
Linda Skrue stroked her sleeping little honey, savoring one last cigarette and
thinking of her promise. A slut-boy for sweet Little Keri ... she just might
know where to find one.
Tale Two: Heavy Lifting
It was love -- or a
reasonable facsimile thereof -- at first sight.
Kyle Johnson was a fitness
nut. Linda Skrue owned -- among many things -- the local health club. Universal
synchronicity? Or just dumb luck? Either way it worked out well.
Kyle rolled over, squinted
at the clock, and finally got up. It was the dream that woke him, of course.
Big Linda again. That fucking bitch.
Even in his sleep she wouldn�t put out.
�He�d been trying everything he could think of to catch her eye,
and nothing seemed to work. The spandex shorts. Oiling his muscles �til they
gleamed. Bench-pressing the stack, for god�s sake! Still the few glances she
tossed his way were blank, disinterested. What the hell was a guy supposed to
do? He had to have her, and soon. That�s all there was to it. She was without a
doubt the most captivating woman he�d ever seen.
Tall, strong, the
quintessence of feminine pulchritude, Big Linda Skrue was Kyle�s ultimate dream
girl.
Her hair was a golden
blonde, overlaid with shiny reddish highlights, and it cascaded down her back
to the bra-line. Her legs were columnar, her ass round and tight, and
everything was sculpted to perfection. Her arms and shoulders were also
muscular and well defined, and they needed to be. Hanging from the front of her
deep chest were the biggest pair of tits Kyle had ever seen.
Oh, there were movies, of
course, and she was no Wendy Whoppers, but this was real life. Caught in a tight blue body suit, Linda�s round, heavy
breasts swelled out like large, fleshy melons, as firm and ripe as anything
found in the Garden of Eden. Well over six feet tall and stunningly statuesque,
she was built like the rampaging goddess of war and she obviously knew it. She
led a gaping, goggling aerobics class with a smirk on her face, no doubt
imagining seismographs trembling all over the state.
Kyle couldn�t stand it. He
went there practically every day, just to watch her body bend and flex and jump
and bounce, and every night he went to bed with visions of those luscious pink
sugarplums dancing in his head. Before long he was dreaming of her again.
She was BIG Linda, ten feet
tall with tits like medicine balls.
Towering over him, she
crushed him between those mammoth mammaries and began violently twisting her shoulders.
Flogging away, she buffeted his body back and forth in a world-class workout of
the gods.
He struggled wildly,
battered and beaten by those swollen globes, and finally he succeeded in
wrapping his arms around one. He writhed and climbed and sought out the nipple,
a stiff, conical pink point the size of his fist, and he fastened himself to it
like a leach. Ah, heaven. He suckled and suckled and suckled and sucked. Now
where was that glorious cave between her legs? He had some spelunking to do.
Kyle slid down, through the
deep canyon of Big Linda�s cleavage, across the soft, springy plane of her
belly (pausing for a dip in the dank pool of her navel), at last plunging into
the forest below. As usual, that was where he got lost.
That thick blond bush was
impenetrable, a magically forbidding forest of wiry golden foliage. He�d need a
compass, at least, before venturing through there. Well, Kyle knew where to
find one. He swam up, from the deepest levels of REM sleep back to the world
where he kept his belongings. He realized what he was doing only when he woke
in his stale, sweaty bedroom, a 6 a.m. hard-on throbbing in frustration.
Briefly Kyle lay there,
considered using his hand to finish up what his asshole subconscious had
started. But then he changed his mind. Why not head to the club now, and get an
early morning workout? With luck the place would be deserted -- except for Big
Linda. Then who knew? Today might be the day. Encouraged Kyle climbed out of
bed, kicking his way through a discarded heap of clothes and heading for the
shower.
This was a pointless thing
to do, when he was about to go work out, but Kyle always wanted to look his
best. As far as he was concerned, his body wasn�t just a temple, it was a
goddamned cathedral, St. Peter�s perhaps, and it deserved regular sprucing up.
Besides, there was the lovely Linda to think about, and he did, soaping his
genitals vigorously and marveling at how large and hard he grew. At last he
restrained himself and finished bathing, then shaved, combed his hair and
tucked his still half-turgid prick into a tight pair of bicycle shorts. Then he
was on his way.
He rode his bike to the
club, a relatively short trip and just what he needed to loosen up. As he
chained it up outside, Linda�s sweet black Ferrari peeled suddenly into the
parking lot -- 7 o�clock and all was definitely well.
They met at the door, Big
Linda grumbling distractedly and hunting for the keys.
�...Goddamn it...where are
they? Hello Karl. I can�t believe someone�s actually here. I don�t know why I
even open this early. I am definitely not
a morning person.�
Kyle flushed in chagrin, a
smooth opening line dying in his throat. �M-m-morning Linda,� managed to
stammer out. �It�s Kyle.�
�Oh. Sorry.� she grunted,
sounding anything but. �I�m not awake yet. I need an hour or so in the Jacuzzi
first.� She socked the key home, opening the door and flipping on the lights.
�Weight room?� Kyle nodded, not trusting himself to speak, and she led the way
past the desk and down the hall.
Again Linda flipped on
lights, revealing a fully equipped gym, and she waved a hand. �You know where
everything is. I�m gonna soak for awhile.� She turned her back on him and
headed for the combination sauna/Jacuzzi next door.
Kyle sighed to himself, and
headed for the bench press. Might as well work on the pecs for a while. He
inclined the bench to about 60 degrees, selected a challenging amount of weight
and settled in. Soon he was pumping briskly away, trying to bury his
disappointment in mindless physical exertion.
It was no use, of course.
His traitor mind kept picturing her naked in the Jacuzzi: neck deep in hot,
silky water, caressing herself, moaning, even pushing her hungry crotch against
the powerfully spuming nozzles and screaming with pleasure. Soon he was tenting
out his shorts, the tight spandex no match for the raging monster within.
Embarrassed Kyle gritted his
teeth, adding more weight to the bar and attacking it again, working harder and
harder, desperately trying to sublimate his pointless desires.
He worked it for a good
thirty minutes, his feet spread and braced, his hard-on raging, until he was
running with sweat and pumped up like some strange kind of puffer fish:
cannonball biceps, delts and pecs, his entire chest bulging with energy and his
throbbing groin swollen with need. It was only then that he finally noticed
Linda, framed in the doorway and watching him. She was flushed, dripping with
water from the Jacuzzi, and her light cotton robe clung lovingly to every
baroque curve of her wet, luscious body.
Kyle�s breath whooshed out
of him in a gasp of sudden surprise. There was also a hot species of guilt,
that she should catch him this way, obsessing on her body with an all too
obvious erection. His mechanically pumping rhythm faltered, and before he could
recover his arms buckled. Suddenly the bar was at his throat, and slipping down
his chest toward his vulnerable crotch.
In a flash Big Linda was
across the room, moving with an instinctive sureness and grace that made
ballerinas look clumsy. She leaped across the weight bench, straddling it, and
caught the bar in her fists. Muscles bulged � pecs, deltoids, biceps -- and she
effortlessly lifted it back up to the supports. Panting with more than
exertion, Kyle stared shamefacedly up at her, his fingers crooked loosely
around the bar above his head. She loomed over him, hands on her hips, and
scowled sternly down.
�You should have a spotter!�
she snapped. Then her eyes traveled lower, checking him out, finally arriving
at his bulging shorts. �What the hell kind of work-out is this?�
Mortified, Kyle looked
around for a hole in the ground. His crimson face and rock-hard, twitching
groin were answer enough, and Linda�s perfect features sneered into a mocking,
contemptuous grin. �I�ll tell you what, Kyle
-- I�ve got a work-out for you. I�ve got a work-out you�ll never forget!�
Straddling the bench, she
grabbed a pair of wrist wraps and bound Kyle�s hands tightly to the heavy
barbell. Then she slowly, deliberately unbelted her robe, letting it fall open
to reveal that unbelievably lush, yet also firmly toned naked body.
For a moment it was just
like his dream. Linda�s massive, womanly breasts appeared before him, a vision
straight from heaven. Gloriously, slopingly full and round and heavy, they were
a fleshy treasure, obscenely opulent, proving her more than worthy of the name
�Big� Linda. Yet in addition to being incredibly huge, they were also
excitingly unique.
Unlike most large-breasted,
big-nippled women, Linda�s pinkish aureole were not flattened and spread but
tight as arrowheads, pebbly and contract and bristling with ducts. Thick and
puckered and turgidly erect, they stood out stiffly conical, capping those
monstrous mammaries pointedly. Then, also true to Kyle�s midnight vision, they
were suddenly slapping and scraping his face, as Big Linda climbed atop him,
wrenched his head forward and buried it between those gigantic tits.
Around and around, she
ground those incredible nipples against his face; then paused to let him suckle
a bit. Then she began thrashing away, swinging them violently back and forth:
flogging him with her unbelievable boobs.
Kyle Johnson was in
paradise, still frantically assuring himself that this was not one of his dreams, that Big Linda Skrue was actually
breast-beating his helpless face. For a moment or two he wasn�t wholly
convinced. But then suddenly B�Linda stopped her battering and drew back, and
that was where the similarity finally ended.
The thick, forbidding bush
of his dreams was gone. Big Linda�s pink, open crotch was shaved slick and
clean, and she was suddenly peeling down his shorts to free his raging
erection. Immediately it jumped stiffly into the air, at a proud, rigid angle,
a purple-headed spike of throbbing red flesh. Grinning with promise, Big Linda
moved back in and settled herself atop Kyle�s hips, pressing that thick cock
flat against his belly and rubbing herself vigorously back and forth.
Her bare, slippery center
lubricated his hard length liberally with sweet, plentiful female juices,
preparing them both for an unbelievably delicious initial thrust. Meanwhile she
once again wrenched his head forward, burying his face in the warm, succulent
treasure of her enormous bosom.
There she held him, nearly
smothering him, thrashing and writhing and squirming atop Kyle�s naked body,
until she�d sharpened their mutual need to a screaming edge. Then she finally
rose up just enough to free his straining erection. The second it popped in the
air she dropped her heavy weight immediately back down, landing expertly atop
it.
Kyle grunted, and Linda
screamed, both of them blown away by the exquisite pleasure of that first
penetration. Never had either been deeper.
The hard, narrow weight
bench propped Kyle�s hips firmly in the air, providing the perfect perch for
Linda to balance on. Towering over his body, she bestrode him like a colossus,
and with her giant tits burying his face her bare cunt socketed itself firmly
down onto the unyielding fulcrum of his hard, aching cock.
Locked with him at the
groin, Big Linda Skrue began rocking roughly back and forth, riding that
impaling bone with furious energy.
She went at it like a
madwoman, her escalating rhythm quickly climbing into a panting, screaming
crescendo.
Her breathless abandon was
contagious, and Kyle quickly gave into it, closing his eyes, hanging slackly
from the bar and focusing every nerve and muscle on his elevated groin.
Sandwiched between the unyielding bench and Linda�s frenzied assault, his cock
and balls boiled with need, and at last he could wait no longer.
A helpless cry ripped his
throat, and he erupted, pumping a hot splatter of come deep into Big Linda�s
waiting womanhood. Her screams immediately took on a sustained, piercing note,
and she responded with her own orgasm, still humping and pumping and plunging mindlessly
away. But at last she collapsed atop him, her well-toned muscles quivering
against his body inside and out in a shivering ague of ecstasy.
Eventually Big Mistress
Linda sat up and looked down, studying Kyle appraisingly. Then she checked the
bonds on his hands, tightening them. Off came the sash from her robe, and she
used it to bind him belly and waist to the sturdy weight bench. His ankles were
secured next, spread out and bound to the widely separated bench supports. Then
at last she reached down and grabbed him by his deflating cock.
�You think you�re hot shit,
don�t you, Kyle? Big strong male.
Well, we�ll see about that. You wait right here.� She pumped him tauntingly,
daring his erection to return, which it promptly did.
�I�m gonna close up the club
and call my little lover over. Then we�ll
see. We�ll just see what good having all those muscles does you. You�ve got a
long-ass day ahead of you, big man.�
Kyle sprawled there, his jaw
gaping, as she strode to the door. He struggled briefly, ineffectually with his
bonds; then gave up.
He hadn�t the slightest idea
what he�d gotten himself into.
Tale Three: The Perfect Fit
Big Linda Skrue�s sleek
black Ferrari screeched to a stop at the curb. Her strong, coldly beautiful
face was set in a scowl that would have discouraged anyone from challenging
that name.
The surname she�d borne for
years, in one fashion or another, and whatever it�s origin it was a name that
fit. To those fortunate enough to know her, she was notorious for her voracious
sexual appetites.
A bull-dyke lesbian dynamo
who also had a sadistic taste for men, Big Linda scowled because she was
worried. Her best friend, Little Keri Colts, was at the house alone tonight,
working by herself on a naked man. And although she�d left him chained up and
ball-gagged, drugged and helpless, and Little Keri in total command, it was
still a matter for concern.
Best friend, roommate,
lesbian lover extraordinaire, Little Keri Colts was many things, including
extravagant and impulsive in her sexual affairs. She remained obediently
submissive in relation to Big Linda -- who the hell didn�t? -- but when she got
with a man these days she had a bad habit of going overboard the other way.
Sometimes things got a little messy and extreme, and Big Linda was afraid she�d
get herself in trouble some day.
Oh, well. It was her own
fault, really.
Big Linda sighed, keying off
the car and listening to the powerful motor die. She almost felt like a master
craftsman abandoning a particularly fine student, or a mother hen, watching her
downy chick strut out arrogantly on its own for the very first time. It was a
weird, antsy feeling, and when you started to get antsy there was only one
thing to do about it � go shopping.
It was almost eleven o�clock
at night, and her favorite leather goods store was closed. But Big Linda Skrue
wasn�t thwarted that easily. She needed a new pair of boots, and she was going
to get them. And maybe something for Little Keri too...something to surprise
her with after her little escapade tonight� Something to remind her who the real mistress was around here!
A quick glance through the
directory and few phone calls had located a small private boot shop across the
city. The voice at the other end of the line had assured B�Linda that they
carried women�s boots and leatherwear of an extreme
variety, as well as other shall we say interesting
goods of rather esoteric use. Always in the mood for a drive -- and perhaps
for sporting her new purchases in an unfamiliar hangout on the way home --
she�d made the cross-town trip.
Across the street from this
little boutique, Big Linda Skrue climbed out of the car: six feet-one inches
tall and a hundred and sixty-five pounds of stunningly statuesque womanhood.
Her reddish-gold hair fell
richly about her powerful shoulders. Her arms were strong and muscular, bulging
through the scanty sleeveless blouse she wore, but that intimidating detail was
overshadowed by her gigantic breasts. Full and ripe, as large and firm as
casaba melons, they nonetheless bounced and jiggled like water-balloons without
the confinement of a bra.
The fact that she could
carry such weight without artificial support alone testified to the remarkable
tone and uplift of that magnificent chest, and people inevitably regarded it
with awe. �Big� Linda Skrue drew stares wherever she went, stares that
confirmed her supreme power and beauty for her. But tonight the street was
deserted, and with her mind still locked on her wayward little lover, there was
nothing to distract her from her tiresome preoccupation as she purposefully
strode across to enter the store.
Hardly noticing the whips
and harnesses hanging in the windows, the elegant boots racked gleaming black
in ascending order, she pulled open the narrow door and shouldered her way
inside.
It closed behind her with a
loud bang and a bothersome jingle of bells, and before she was halfway through
the front show room a rather timid-looking clerk-type approached her. �Help
you?�
�Boots.� Big Linda replied
brusquely. �Black. Thigh-high. Tallest heels you�ve got.�
�Size?� he inquired, barely
meeting her glance.
�I�m not sure.� Linda
trailed off, distracted. �Some of my old ones feel tight.�
�Let�s just measure then,�
he suggested, pointing her to a chair and picking up a graduated little gadget
shaped like a foot.
She sat down, allowing him
to help her remove the boot she already wore. His touch seemed to linger on the
bare flesh of her calf but she hardly noticed it as he directed her foot to his
little scale. But then his clumsy fumbling finally penetrated her, and she saw
him gulping with chagrin as he fought to accomplish a task he clearly did
dozens of times a day.
Finally she noticed this
salesman, really noticed him. She�d
seen him, of course, even exchanged a few sentences. But she�d only done so
absent-mindedly, her brain running on autopilot. And she rarely paid men more
than perfunctory attention anyway. Yet there was something about this
slight-looking young man before her that stirred her occasionally capricious
nature.�
Big Linda Skrue didn�t
consider her feet to be one of her better features, being a little too large
and strongly boned for that � a curse of being statuesque and voluptuous. But
this little geek measuring her for size was practically wetting his pants
handling them. His groping fingers shook, and he kept swallowing and licking
his lips with an obviously dry tongue. What a chump. She wiggled her toes at
him, smirking down, and he blushed an immediate bright red.
Just to have a little fun
with him, Big Linda tried on boot after boot, each one blacker, shinier, more
stiletto-heeled than the last. Each time she slowly modeled it there before
him, hiking up her already short leather skirt, pointing her toe and rotating
that long, matchless leg seductively back and forth. And of course each time
she feigned dissatisfaction, requiring him to kneel before her and humbly help
her to strip it off.
Soon he was sporting an
all-too obvious erection, which his thin dress slacks were utterly incapable of
concealing.
Eyeing it with an open smirk
of contempt, Big Linda sent him back to the stock room yet again, demanding a
different item even though she�d already decided on the high black,
sharp-heeled boots she was currently wearing. But this time once he was gone
she gave him only thirty seconds and then followed, pausing first to lock the
shop�s door, flip the sign to closed and open her blouse to the waist, exposing
those incredible breasts.
Big Linda Skrue had decided
she was wrong. Shopping wasn�t the only thing to do when you got antsy. You
could also step out and get the better of some worthless male, and shop-boy
here was sporting some serious meat beneath his shorts. It never hurt to have a
taste. Maybe she�d even bring him home to Keri, a sacrificial offering they
could defile together. First she�d have to see what he was like.
She pressed past a tower of
crowded shelves and into the cramped stock room, where her little salesman was
crouched digging through the pile of boxes strewn about. She slammed the door
with an authoritative bang, and her intended prey jumped as though stuck with a
needle, wheeling around in shock. He gaped at her comically, his mouth a
perfect O of surprise as she strode forward, towering over him in those
five-inch heels.�
Big as life and twice as
imposing, Big Linda Skrue seemed to fill the tiny room, the close quarters
emphasizing the towering difference in her size. To the poor guy in front of
her, each approaching naked breast seemed at least the size of his goggling
head, and her height and muscular physique put his shallow-chested weakness to
shame. Immediately she pushed him back against the shelves, knocking him
halfway over the lone chair that was used to access goods on the higher
reaches.
Grinning wickedly down she
loomed over him, intimidating with her size and closeness, and although his
face was flushed and bug-eyed with shock and unease, his hidden cock strained
against his slacks, a surprisingly substantial bulge for such a slight,
unimpressive guy.
Immediately Linda�s iron
grip seized it through the thin material, and a small, trapped sound escaped
him. �We�re not going to have any trouble here, are we?� she demanded.
�No!� he managed to squeak
out, and she gripped him tighter.
�Name?�
�John!�
�You just closed up shop for
tonight, John. I�m gonna have you,
right here, and then I�m just gonna walk out of here with whatever I want. Get
it?� Another squeeze. �And I just might want you. I�ve got uses for a weak
little man!�
With that B�Linda began
clawing at his belt, ripping open John�s pants and raking them -- along with
his ridiculous boxers -- immediately to his ankles. His rigid prick caught
painfully in the waistband, bending sharply down and then snapping back up as
it finally escaped. Then Big Linda ripped open his shirt, sending buttons flying,
and shoved him. Hobbled by his pants and underwear, John toppled into the
chair, and before he knew it Big Linda Skrue was upon him.
She straddled him, those
high leather boots holding her well above his waist; that glorious naked bosom
only inches away.
John goggled at it in
disbelief, frantically studying every luscious line and curve, storing the
memory for a lifetime of wet dreams. But then a fist was twined in his hair,
and Big Linda yanked his head back, smirking down into his helpless face. Her
cold eyes mocked him for a moment, and then she bent down and clamped her lips
over his in a voraciously insistent soul kiss.
Her strong tongue pried open
John�s lips, invading his mouth and searching out every corner of it. Hot, wet
muscle slithered over and around his teeth and gums, wrestling with his tongue
and easily winning every battle. Even up under his lips it traveled, hungrily
tracing the shape of his mouth with its probing tip. But at last B�Linda broke
the kiss with a loud wet smack and dropped herself atop him.
Her heavy weight squashed
his straining prick, pressing it flat against his body, and the jungle heat of
her hungry sex burned him through the black silk panties she wore.
Full, giant tits bracketed
John�s face, and he nuzzled his way unbelievingly into them: burying himself in
the taut press of that firm, resilient flesh. Trapped in the canyon of her
cleavage, he raised his hands timidly and hefted their generous weight, lifting
and pressing them tighter to his face and gently, wonderingly tracing the
turgid pink nipples with his thumbs. Unfortunately Big Linda Skrue didn�t give
him much time to explore her bounty.
She shook herself free,
battering him about with those heavy breasts, and then raised up just far
enough to free his throbbing, aching cock. Immediately it bounced back up,
jutting proudly into the air, and its slim, vein-wrapped length and pretty pink
head testified to the rightness of Linda�s decision.
She wondered briefly how
many other world-class cocks were hidden in the trousers of unassuming geeks
like this one, then dismissed it. Wrenching up her skirt, she pulled aside her
sopping-wet panties to expose her eager hole and then dropped straight down,
impaling herself expertly.
John cried aloud in
pleasure, burying himself once again between her tits, and Big Linda was forced
to grab him by the hair, yanking back his head and hissing �Don�t you come,
don�t you dare come!� into his crazed-looking face. Only when he gulped and
nodded did she settle into her rhythm, riding the perch of his elevated hips
like a rocking horse.
And what a horse. That hard
wooden chair held John�s squashed and sandwiched ass firmly in place, providing
the perfect fulcrum for Linda�s considerable weight to balance on. Without any
pubic hair to cushion it that long, slender cock was socketed so deep in her
cunt there was no in-out in-out possible, or necessary. Just a relentlessly
escalating rocking rhythm, pushing that hard, soft-headed spike back and forth
and back and forth inside her body and driving her g-spot crazy.
With her hands clamped to
the back of the chair and her black-pointed toes lightly riding the concrete
floor, Big Linda Skrue soon lost all sense of herself. Panting and screaming
and bucking deliriously away, she started rocking the small wooden chair
alarmingly, bumping and bashing the shelves and sending all kinds of erotic
leather goods crashing to the floor around them in a rain of kinky accessories.
Poor little John looked like
he was having an infarction, enduring this womanly onslaught with his eyes
closed, convinced that the sight of those incredibly flopping, bouncing tits
only inches from his face would immediately bring on the forbidden orgasm.
Gasping, groaning with
pleasure and the unbearable strain of withholding his explosive climax, he
began to fear it was a lost cause. But just as it seemed the inevitable was
about to occur, he was saved by fate and the failure of shoddy American
manufacturing.
Linda was approaching her
breathless, screaming peak, when suddenly the chair beneath them gave way
beneath her onslaught, sending them crashing to the floor atop its pieces.
The shock was enough to
stave off John�s eruption, but Big Linda didn�t miss a beat. She�d obviously
seen much greater havoc than that in the heat of passion. Panting like a bitch
in heat she only increased her rhythm, planting her hands on the floor at
either side of his shocked face and dangling her spectacularly animated tits
just above him. Then she drove on toward her orgasm, grinding the broken chair
to shards and splinters beneath them.
At last she reached her
searing climax, wave after wave of neural apotheosis shuddering through her
loins. Her slick cunt convulsed on John�s cock, squeezing its pretty length and
finally wringing his dirty seed from him in a series of hot, squirting spasms.
Big Linda smirked to herself
as she regained her breath.
Disobedient, that, but
understandable. Well, she had all the rest of the night and most of tomorrow to
teach him better. And she�d have help. Big Linda had made her decision.
She checked her watch.
Somehow it had gotten to be one a.m. Keri would probably be finishing off her
own little man in a few hours, an entertaining first course. Well, Big Linda
Skrue was bringing home desert. Without leaving her seat atop John�s panting,
blushing body, she began rooting through the kinky cornucopia scattered around
them, searching for a few useful presents.
She found a beautiful black
body harness, all oiled-leather straps and gleaming silver rings, complete with
an armored, reinforced pubis built to support a wide variety of dildoes.
B�Linda draped it over her shoulder, then located stainless steel handcuffs and
a wide, studded black dog collar.
Still smirking down at
John�s obvious unease, she cuffed his hands tightly together and buckled the
collar around his neck, snapping the ring to a short leather leash. Then she
rose, using the leash to drag her naked little man to his feet.
�C�mon John. We�re going to
get a few drinks. Then I�m gonna take you to meet someone.�
Thinking of Keri, Big Linda
Skrue gave a hard, mirthless little smile.�
�I don�t think you�ll ever be the same again!�� Then she dragged him, stumbling in his lowered pants and shorts,
through the darkened store to her Ferrari waiting outside.
The Climax: Party Animal
There�s an old saying --
which I could never quite grok -- that goes, �Be careful what you wish for --
you just might get it.� Now what kind of nonsense is that? Well, I finally
found out, and though wiser for the experience, I�d just as soon have remained
ignorant. After months of trying, I finally managed to get a date with this
knockout blonde that I work for. Unfortunately it turned out to be quite a bit
more than I bargained for.
Her name was listed as Ms.
Linda Skrue, and she�d purchased my division only a couple months ago. Lucky
me. From the moment I first saw her strut into the office I was captivated by
her, hopelessly in lust. She was an amazing, Amazon dream of womanhood, as
strong and powerful and unanswerable as a brute force of nature.
Over six feet tall and built
like some kind of mythical warrior-goddess, she was apparently of extremely
wealthy Serbian descent. She added to her already quite intimidating size and
appearance by regularly wearing tight, black leather skirts and high,
spike-heeled boots or shoes. Above them her lovely legs were long and strong,
her shapely ass firm and tight. In addition to those killer skirts she
constantly wore thin, tight silk blouses that emphasized her huge bra-less
breasts. Her muscular shoulders and arms were a bit too large to be truly
womanly, but this only added to the overall impression of size, strength, and
overwhelmingly dominant sexuality.
All in all she was surely
the most powerfully erotic creature I�d ever seen. Just watching her stride
confidently around the room my mouth would go dry and my palms begin to sweat.
Talking to her I could feel my entire body going limp with need: paralyzed at
the thought of being trapped under her powerful naked form, helplessly enduring
while she had her violent way with me.
Of course, it was only a
useless fantasy, one I figured never to fulfill. Linda knew I was hot for her,
and she treated me with an amused sort of contempt because of it: brushing off
my advances as though she�d already judged me the core and couldn�t be bothered
with learning more. It was clear she doubted that I was man enough for her, and
to be honest I had to admit to some doubts myself. However such an exceptional
female specimen satisfied her surely ravenous needs was bound to be extreme.
How could any man, however potent, truly measure up? But then suddenly one day
it seemed that my wildest dreams were about to come true. Utterly out of the
blue, Linda approached me at my desk -- looming several inches taller than me
-- and without preamble announced that she�d decided to give me a chance. She
was perfectly frank about it. She wanted me for a night of wild, outrageously
kinky sex. Was I available?
I picked up my jaw off the
floor and gaped at her. She waited patiently, fixing me with a challenging
stare, and finally I stammered out yes, of course, when and where? Linda nodded
matter-of-factly and handed me a slip of paper with an address.� �Be there by eight� she said, and walked
away without another word.
I couldn�t believe it.
Things like that just didn�t happen, not to guys like me. But I had the address
right there in my hand, and for the rest of the afternoon Linda favored me with
several long, speculative looks that seemed to scald the air between us.
Finally five o�clock came, and I left the office in a daze, wandering home as
though not quite sure of where I was. Unable to eat, I spent the next couple of
hours in a fever of anticipation, finally arriving at the designated address --
presumably Linda�s house -- just before eight.
It was a beautiful place,
large and open and luxuriously appointed. The ocean view beckoned, and I
wondered what these wealthy Serb ancestors I�d heard about did for a living.
The opulence displayed was almost creepy. Nevertheless I followed a long,
curving tarmac through meticulously manicured grounds and parked my car behind
a beautiful black Ferrari. Then with heart pounding madly I traced the brick
walkway to the door and rang the bell. Almost immediately it opened, and there
stood Linda.
Startled, I blinked in
surprise. It was surely eight o�clock (I�d been checking my watch with a manic
obsession) yet she appeared to be wearing only a curiously bulky black robe.
Wasn�t she ready for our date yet?
Apparently so. Without a
word she reached out, grabbed me by the tie and dragged me inside. Big Linda
Skrue then led me through her palace like a dog on a leash, past one sumptuous
room after another, until finally we arrived at what I assumed to be the master
bedroom: a huge, lavish space with several couches, a bar, a large ceiling
mirror and a giant, four-poster bed. Without even offering me a drink, she
steered me directly to the bed, ordering peremptorily �All right, get your
clothes off!
I couldn�t believe it. This
chick sure didn�t stand on ceremony. Immediately I complied, hurriedly
stripping off my clothes, my hands fumbling and trembling with excitement as
she coolly, speculatively watched me. At last I was naked, and as I stepped
carefully out of my trousers and shorts she suddenly pushed me, hard, knocking
me onto the bed, forcing me relentlessly up and back and finally onto a large
mound of pillows piled at the headboard. I squirmed around, casting my gaze
frantically about in a sudden, futile search for escape. Then I saw the chains.
�A double set of shackles hung from iron rings embedded in the
headboard, and before I could get over my surprise big Linda Skrue was
straddling me, crossing my arms in front of my chest, gripping my wrists and
snapping a wide, heavy steel cuff onto each one. In a trice my arms were
shackled tightly across my body, stretched out wide by taut chains to the
opposite sides.
This arrangement locked me
firmly in place, snubbing me down onto the pile of pillows without an inch of slack.
Looking down at my elevated hips, my cuffed wrists and overlapping elbows, I
tried struggling free, but of course it was useless. The shackles were secure.
�Hey, what...� I began, but got no further. �Big� Linda immediately slapped a
wide strip of heavy black duct tape over my mouth, sealing in my protest. Then
she grinned smugly down at me.
�Shut up, dog. I don�t want
to hear it. You want me. It�s
obvious. You�ve been mooning around after me like a lovesick puppy ever since
we first met. Well you�ll get me. You�ll get that and a whole lot more. I�m
having a party tonight, see? And you�re the
entertainment. So you just lie there and be quiet like a good little animal!�
What?! A party? Excited by
Linda�s proximity, my dick was already half-hard, and the thought of an orgy
made it stiffen even more. Yet what did she mean, calling me an animal, and
�entertainment�? What had I gotten myself into here?
Suddenly I heard doors
banging, voices, and a growing commotion in the other room. Seeing my awareness
Big Linda�s grin widened. �Why, I think they�re here already!� she gloated. She
climbed off of me, then leapt off the bed and tore away her robe.
Stunned, I caught my breath.
Beneath it her unbelievably ripe, succulent body was strapped tightly into a
black leather body-harness. Right in front, her heavy, big-nippled breasts
thrust through encircling steel rings like fleshy globes. Gleaming,
spike-studded strips cradled her muscular shoulders, and above the opening for
her cunt, her pubis was an armored, upraised mound, equipped with several
sinister-looking slots and mounts.
Black and shiny and
stiletto-heeled, her boots rose to well past the knee and were polished to a
killing gloss. Laughing a sneer at my goggle of amazement, Big Linda Skrue cast
the robe dramatically aside and swept across the room: striding to the high
bedroom door and flinging it open wide. Ten to twelve incredibly hot, gorgeous
women poured immediately in: exchanging greetings and chatter, ignoring me
completely as they dropped their coats and made drinks, lit reefers and began
to pass them around. As if this was any old cocktail party they began to
circulate, complimenting �B�Linda� on her sweet new boots and intimidating
harness, helping each other shed coats and garments, and eventually they all
wandered by to study me appraisingly.
Completely at ease, they
acted as if there were nothing special about seeing a helpless naked man
chained and gagged on the middle of a giant, four-poster bed. Perhaps there
wasn�t, at least for them. They commented casually to each other about me,
assessing the length and rigidity of my stiff erection, remarking
contemptuously on the slightness of my frame and the bright red blush coloring
my cheeks, and in general looking me over like some cheap piece of meat they
intended to buy. Then they just as casually wandered off: sipping drinks,
puffing on smokes, gossiping and giggling and gradually slipping into various
stages of undress.
Soon more and more drugs
began to make their appearance: liquor of course, to loosen up any aberrant
inhibitions; pot, to heighten the awareness and sharpen the sensations, but
then a disturbing amount of stimulants, especially Ecstasy and coke, as though
the girls were powering up for some unbelievably exhilarating sexual exertion.
The energy level around me
heightened with each intake, until the room was audibly buzzing with its
occupants� physiological arousal. Finally B�Linda dimmed some of the lights,
darkening the room and focusing a rich yellow glow onto both the elevated bed
and my firmly chained and supported body. Then she called everyone over.
Apparently the entertainment was about to begin.
At least a dozen strong,
this group of achingly beautiful naked and half-naked women gathered together
around the massive bed, sitting on the edge, perching on chairs and couches or
draping themselves over the bedposts. Drinking, murmuring, their lovely eyes
blazing with drugged excitement, they stared down at my helpless naked form,
watching expectantly as their leader B�Linda pushed through them, climbing
first onto the bed and then back on top of me.
�Let�s get this part over with!� she grunted, and straddling my body she
dropped her heavy weight down.
There were in-drawn breaths
and murmurs of anticipation from all around, and suddenly Big Linda Skrue was
burying my face between her giant tits and just twisting and writhing and
pumping away.
Oh man, it was exactly like
my dreams: held down by this brutal Amazon Queen and used for her every
pleasure! The only difference was the audience, who cooed and giggled and
breathlessly exclaimed to each other as Big Linda promptly stimulated my
helpless body to an incredible peak of desperately horny arousal.
First she rubbed her stiff,
succulent nipples all over my helpless face, and then began battering me about.
She literally thrashed me with her
humongous tits, then slid down my body and attacked my already rock-hard cock. With expert, professional skill, she
jerked and pumped and licked and sucked and totally, outrageously titty-fucked
me to an incredibly huge, tremendously swollen erection. Then she climbed right
onto it, mounting my hips, carefully inserting me into her tight little hole
and dropping herself down.
Ohhhhhh man, it was worth
it, it was worth it all!
The strange circumstances,
the ominous implications, being trussed up here like choice little bit of tasty
meat�whatever B�Linda and her friends here had in mind for me, nothing could
ever repay the exquisite pleasure of sinking into that hot, slippery wet cunt
for the very first time.
With that one split second
of utter, mind-blowing ecstasy, B�Linda owned my soul, hers to do as she
pleased with forever. Yet she didn�t pause to relish the taking. Instead of
savoring that initial thrust she went immediately to work, riding my elevated,
supine form determinedly.
Soon there were moans and
gasps and cries of excitement from all around, and several of the women began
touching each other, kissing and caressing in helpless arousal. Yet still they
remained intent on the spectacle before them, watching avidly as Big Mistress
Linda proceeded to fuck my blown-away body to an incredible, unbelievably
intense orgasm.
It took only a couple of
minutes. Her wonderful pussy was so hot and wet and tight, her rhythm so
effortlessly, expertly pneumatic that I just couldn�t help myself. My complete
sense of utter helplessness only added to the thrill, and after a short,
mindlessly biologic interval my raging lust suddenly boiled over, spuming from
my out-classed cock in a series of powerful, wrenching spasms.
My timid cry of ecstasy
emerged around the tape gag in an eerie, keening whine, and the women responded
as one, crowding closer. Finally Big Linda climbed off my body and joined them,
cranking up their anticipating tension to an even more clearly palpable level.
Hemming me in on all sides, the girls began grinning down at me in promise,
nudging and snickering to one another and pointing at my deflating cock.
Apparently the real entertainment was about to begin.
�All right, little man,�
B�Linda smirked down at me. �You�ve had your bit of fun. Now it�s our turn!� She grabbed one of my ankles,
and an especially eager young girl with a couple of tattoos, a glittering
diamond ring in her navel and the largest, most sharply protuberant red-brown
nipples I�d ever seen immediately grabbed the other.
There was something
unnerving about this girl, something that captured my attention almost
immediately. Maybe it was the intense zeal she displayed: a desperate
impatience or tightly capped hunger. Despite all the chemical recreation, she still looked like a jonesing addict in
need of a fix. Clearly my coming subjugation was the necessary drug.
Without a doubt this chick
had serious business to take care of
with me here tonight. I found myself wondering if I would be able to handle it.
She was incredibly hot of course, with those extraordinary nipples, a
heart-shaped, angelic little face and a wonderfully slim and tight, petite
young body. But her ornamented flesh and that sense of barely controlled frenzy
about her hinted at dangerously extreme behavior. Then my unease grew rapidly
worse, as with the ease of long practice she and B�Linda together promptly
lifted my legs high above my head, raising and spreading my helpless feet until
they could shackle my ankles to the same iron rings that held my wrists. This
calculated maneuver opened my ass up and raised it high in the air, and another
couple of waiting women promptly shoved another pair of fat cushions under it,
propping my hips up even more firmly than before.
Doubled over in my bonds,
splayed out wide like an advertisement for gang rape, I struggled futilely with
the chains, the wide tape gag sealing in my weak little pleas and cries.
Apparently this was only
what the assembled women expected -- or indeed, probably hoped of me. Grouped
around me in a sneering, jeering circle, they mocked me: laughing, joking:
reveling in my helplessness and ridiculously humiliating posture. But
unfortunately ridicule wasn�t the only thing on their minds.
As soon as she was satisfied
that my bonds and positioning were secure, Big Linda Skrue turned to a tall,
dark, mahogany wood bedside cabinet and flung its doors open. Inside, racked
and shelved and dangling from hooks and rods and hangers was an incredible
array of sexual toys and devices.
Vibrators, cock-clamps,
penis rings and whips, handcuffs and shackles and harnesses and straps, oils
and creams and blindfolds and ball-gags and bizarre sexual paraphernalia for
all manner of perversions were cast either haphazardly about or carefully
stored away: patiently awaiting B�Linda�s sex parties. But by far and away the
most numerous items were dildoes.
Long ones, short ones, thick
ones and thin, ridged and knobbed and sporting all kinds of strange
protuberances, they were piled in drawers and on shelves or dangled from their
straps like a glorious cornucopia of lesbian treasures. Immediately the girls
rushed over and began outfitting themselves: quickly shedding the last of their
clothes, donning tight black latex and leather and iron-chain lingerie, then
locating and strapping on their own favorite cocks for the festivities ahead.
What those were was all too
obvious. Looking up into the ceiling mirror, my doubled-over posture and
upraised hips presented me with a view of my vulnerable anus that resembled a
target on a firing range. That open hole and the message of all those dildoes
just couldn�t be ignored, and sure enough, as the girls gathered once again
around the bed, my Mistress Big Linda made their evil intentions horribly
clear.
Sporting a long, black,
upcurving hard rubber phallus and carrying a riding crop, she slapped my ass
smartly, clutched her big, firmly mounted penis meaningfully and smirked
contemptuously down at me, finally deigning to fill me in on their plans.
�Well, little man, this is
it! We�re here -- all of us -- to punish you for the sins of your entire sex. I
paid you for the privilege, just now, with the best fuck of your worthless
life. Don�t try to pretend that it wasn�t. So now, tonight, you�re gonna open
up and take a brutal-ass butt-fucking just like you and every other
pig-dog-male have been dishing out to us women for centuries.
�You might call this a kind
of lesbians� club, see? We like to get together for wild orgies once in a
while, and although we don�t really need men, we decided we�d like to have a
weak, disgusting, pathetic little pig-slut-dog like you around this time
anyway. Why? Because you men are animals!
All of you! Filthy, evil, unfit animals! And
you need to be punished!�
Big Linda paused, drawing a
breath to tap the depths of her outrage.
�Every last man on this
planet owes each of us women a debt of subjugation! That external little penis
there makes you guilty as sin! Just like the rest of them! These are war
crimes, little man, and you know how it is when it�s war. If you can�t get everyone responsible, then anyone will have to do. That�s you, pig.
There are billions of guilty men on this planet, and we can�t get them all. But
we�ve got you! We�ve got you all
night!
�So one short night will
have to do it. A night of torture for you, a night of triumph for us. One small
payment for eons of abuse. Enjoy it if you can, little animal. You deserve
what you�ve got coming to you! Don�t you?! Admit it!�
Again Big Linda cracked me
painfully across the ass with the crop. Even though I was totally subdued,
bound and gagged below her, she seemed insistent upon some kind of confession,
some willing acknowledgment of my innate evil. Helplessly, I nodded.
�How many girls have you
fucked and then forgotten? Huh? Or said you�d call and never did? How many
innocent mouths have you come in, even after promising not to? How many girls
get beaten, abused, harassed, taken advantage of each and every day, just
�cause they�re members of the weaker
sex? How many raped? How many killed?
How many women have been righteously fucked over by one of you brutish
bastards, since the dawn of time? How many?!� B�Linda was in full tirade,
nearly frothing at the mouth, and my growing terror began to eclipse my reason.
Nevertheless, for some perverse reason it also got my spent dick twitching
again.�
�Well, we�re here to pay you
back for all of them, little man.
Let�s see how you like having your
body invaded! Let�s see how you like
being on the bottom! How about a little corporal punishment first? You men like
to dish it out. Let�s see how you endure taking it!�� With that Big Linda drew back her powerfully muscled arm and then
suddenly really slashed the stiff
leather crop in it viciously across my upraised, vulnerable ass.
The loud slap of it striking
and the angry red mark it raised drew a varied chorus of gasps: excitement,
satisfaction and pleasure from the congregation, and a muffled cry of
bewildered pain and dismay from my own throat. I couldn�t believe this was actually
happening! I�d set out for some innocent casual sex with an excitingly dominant
woman and suddenly found myself trapped in the clutches of a vengeful group of
wild lesbian terrorists! Again and again B�Linda lashed me with the crop,
spanking my helpless bottom with all the fury of an outraged matriarch. Soon my
cheeks and thighs were brightly flushed from end to end, and my muffled cries
of pain had the circle of my tormentors literally quivering with a fever of excitement and anticipation. Once again
they were kissing and caressing each other, but still little else.
Clearly they were saving
themselves for the big orgy ahead; my ritual punishment and debasement was
merely some strange kind of foreplay. But at last Big Linda cast the crop aside
and climbed aboard the bed. An expectant hush fell as she positioned herself,
the women crowding closer around and watching with shiny-eyed fervor and bated
breath.
Silently that brutal Amazon
Queen knelt before my elevated hole, and without hesitation she squirted some
kind of greasy lubricant deep inside.
Clearly more concerned with
the ease of her first penetration than my own comfort, B�Linda roughly worked
it in and all around, slickening me up and coaxing open that dark, puckered
entrance to my lower body. Then she moved up close, and with a stiff grunt of
effort Big Linda Skrue slid her hard rubber cock deep up into my openly gaping
asshole.
Uhhhhnng! Again my helpless
dismay struggled with the gag, emerging around the tape in a long, drawn-out
groan of pain. This couldn�t be happening! A thick, stiff reality worse than
any nightmare, Big Linda�s hard prick filled me, feeling like some kind of
huge, wickedly stabbing club. Involuntarily my futile struggles escalated.
����������� Frantically I thrashed against my bonds,
using every last bit of strength to try and expel my pitiless invader. Of
course it was useless, and the assembled lesbians again jeered me, crowding
around so close that I could feel their hot breath on my violated body. Slowly,
slowly Big Linda drew back, and then with a snarl of savage pleasure she thrust
forward again, spearing even deeper up
into my tight little bunghole. Again I cried out, trying desperately to resist,
yet this time there was something weirdly, unmistakably erotic about my helpless
struggles.
Against my own volition I
seemed to feel something compelling, something necessary about this invasion. Whether Big Linda noticed this
strange reaction to such an intimate personal violation or not, she didn�t show
it. She was too busy building up a brisk, determined rhythm. Soon she was
hammering away, viciously fucking my tight, tender hole with the breathless
urgency and gasping speed that I�d often delivered but never had to receive.
Thrust after brutal thrust plunged into my body, making me feel like a swiftly
growing post-hole caught on the business end of a pile driver.
And what a driver: Big Linda
Skrue loomed over me, grinning down as she pinned my body to the pillows and
delivered my painful education.
On that bed, surrounded by
her admiring disciples, she taught me what it really means to be a woman: to be fucked, held down captive and cored out open by a rough, brutish
invader: stripped of every last vestige of personal sovereignty. It was the
most physically dominating, deeply personal sensation that I had ever felt.
Every stroke of those relentlessly pistoning hips drove B�Linda�s hard cock
deeper and deeper up into me, and was it actually possible that I was beginning
to enjoy this? It was.
Chained and gagged and
completely helpless within a circle of forbiddingly beautiful women, forcibly
anally raped by the hottest of them, I finally began to get off on the
disgusting uses they were putting me to.
Painful, yes; humiliating,
undoubtedly, but wasn�t that part of the appeal?� Wasn�t that part of what drove me to seek out Big Linda Skrue in
the first place? To be dominated, subjugated, taken firmly under control and
put in my place? It was, and although B�Linda�s outrageous need and depravity
far outstripped anything I could have imagined, I somehow found it within
myself to accept it -- more, to enjoy it, to take my own violent brutalization
and turn it into a source of incredibly potent -- if undeniably perverse --
arousal. As Big Linda panted and grunted and sawed away at my open hole, I soon
began to moan myself, stretching my back, lifting my ass up higher and higher,
falling deep into the stabbing joy of her wonderful rhythm.
Being fucked, ah god, being
fucked was the greatest, harder,
harder, please! The intense pain itself began to fuel my arousal, and I looked
beseechingly up at B�Linda�s laboring, sweat-sheened body: moaning and groaning
at her every hammering thrust.
That haughty face was
twisted with angry pleasure, and her massive breasts bobbed in their harness.
Finally, as I focused on her stiff, hugely erect nipples, I felt my own cock
start growing again, climbing by slow, bobbing stages until it stuck straight
out at me, swollen and red and betraying unmistakably my shameful, guilty
arousal.
It was impossible to deny my
complicity now, and as if this were some sort of signal the other women finally
fell upon me, clambering all over me and fighting like cats to get access to
some small part of my captive anatomy. Firm, taut breasts were rubbed and
crushed against me; my erection was suddenly engulfed to the root and in spite
of the tape gag sealing away my lips and tongue a hot, juicy pussy began riding
my helpless face. Licking tongues and biting teeth and long, sharp fingernails
were suddenly all over me: working tirelessly at my limbs and nipples and navel
and sparking delicious sensations from every corner of my body. Buried under a
tangled, seething welter of limber feminine forms, chained and gagged and as
horny as a hell-cat, I fought for sense and breath, all the while feeling the
relentless, slamming thrusts of my Mistress B�Linda�s ferociously insistent
sodomy. Meanwhile moans and groans and cries of pleasure arose all around me,
as the women who were denied access to my body turned to each other, pleasuring
themselves with slippery lips and nimble fingers and the wicked-looking dildoes
that sprouted from every groin.
Knowledgeable lesbian
tongues flickered and danced everywhere, literally thrumming over clits and nipples and tender vaginal labia. Long,
elegant legs stretched and flexed, opening wide to expose the pink pleasure
center. Pendulously dangling breasts jiggled and joggled gelatinously, swinging
and slapping sweetly together as their urgent owners bent to bare their
brutally bludgeoned backsides.
Unreal! Buried amid this
unbelievable orgiastic tumult, I was hardly aware of Big Linda Skrue finally
tiring and slipping from my hole. Nevertheless I felt her replacement
immediately. Another artificial cock, this one long and thin and topped by a
bulbous, bristle-covered head suddenly speared easily up into me,
enthusiastically picking up where Mistress B�Linda�d so recently left off.
Once again I was being
fucked like a slimy little slut-boy, eagerly whining my mingled pain and
pleasure up into the uncaring gag. Thrust after vicious thrust stabbed
painfully, insistently up into my aching, open asshole, tearing me up, turning
me on. And as soon as the current cock-wielder showed any sign of tiring out or
slowing down her frantic rhythm, several more began clamoring for their turn.
One after another for hours they all had me, coring me out wider and wider,
trading turns only grudgingly and swapping dildoes constantly back and forth,
arguing over who�s was the most powerful, the most painful, the most devastatingly
effective.
Occasionally the pussy
smothering me was lifted from my face, and in the brief moment before it was
replaced I could see in the ceiling mirror above me an incredible knot of
wildly writhing womanhood: pushing and squirming, twisting and thrusting and
fucking and sucking in a wonderful tangle of beautifully naked faces and limbs
and breasts and buttocks. Always there were long, hard cocks being frantically
pumped and pulled and lunged and plunged and buried everywhere. But regardless
of who was fucking whom, and how, for the next several hours there was always a
hot wet mouth bobbing on my cock, another sucking and chewing on my balls, a
cunt grinding against my face and of course a long line of eager women, all
awaiting access to my openly gaping butt-hole.
That
was what they really wanted. Regardless of the endless number of breathless,
utterly screaming orgasms being enjoyed on all sides, regardless of the myriad
carnal delights on hand all around, it seemed that brutally raping and dominating
the worthless little slut-boy took precedence over all other sexual pleasures.
Indeed, there was one particularly sadistic young woman, called �Little Keri
Colts� by the admiring others, who took to drumming my subordinate new status
into me with undiminished fervor, going at it with a earnest devotion and
single-minded frenzy that was terrifying.
She was the same sweetly
petite, overzealously eager and ornamented girl from before, and I had no
trouble recognizing her. Yet by now her raving hungers had transformed her,
turning her into a diminutive dominatrix of almost demonic proportions. Framed
by her rich, honey-blonde hair, this Keri Colts had a sweet, vulnerable quality
to her little face that just seemed made for innocence and naivet�. But now her
shy, angelic countenance was warped into something entirely new, something once
extravagantly hurt and now dangerously vengeful. Set loose at last, the
consuming passions that drove her were in full raging flower, ready to be
vented on any unfortunate handy target.
And vented they were.
Alternately gleefully sadistic and viciously angry, set against all men as
though they were anathema incarnate, Little Keri Colts seemed determined to
make my punishing sexual ordeal as painful and humiliating as humanly possible.
She was certainly good at
it. She could have shown the most sadistic prison guard in the blackest dungeon
of the Soviet gulag a thing or two. As fetchingly slender and petite as Big
Linda was tall and voluptuous, Little Keri Colts couldn�t possibly have weighed
more than a hundred pounds. Yet she was young, strong, awesomely fit and
practically tireless. Not only that, her small, lithe teen-aged body gave her a
sinuous grace and flexible mobility that she used to devastating effect. Over
and over again she wielded her strap-on dildo -- an especially long, thick,
diamond-hard member with a flat-angled, blocky head and wickedly corrugated
shaft� -- with such boundless energy and
reckless abandon that I was constantly afraid she�d rupture something down
there. Snarling down at me, slapping at my face and clawing me with her sharp
fingernails, she was constantly developing newer rhythms, and speeds, and
angles of attack: clever new sexual tactics that kept the intense pain in my
damaged rectum rising constantly, continuously, through higher and higher and
ever more exciting new thresholds of agonized stimulation.
Screaming with excitement,
climbing all over me, she�d lunge and plunge and twist and gouge and hammer
herself to exhaustion in a matter of fifteen or twenty excruciating minutes,
then shortly be back for more, more. And even when another girl�s turn was up
she�d constantly be after me, finding a million new ways to taunt and torment
and traumatize my captive male body.
Unfortunately she had ample
opportunity. Whatever the history here, whatever secret trauma fueled the
engine of her hate she seemed to share some special relationship with Big
Mistress Linda. The others deferred to her, treating her with compassion and
quiet wonder for her unmentioned past and the current extravagance of her
needs. She was regularly allowed free access to me, while the others watched
and clapped and cheered her on. Over and over again they urged her to hurt him,
hurt him, pay him back; and although barely -- if even -- out of her teens, she
delighted in dishing out
torture.�� Squeezing and twisting my
balls, ripping at my sensitive prick-head with her teeth, blowing smoke in my
eyes and burning my cheek with the lit joint, even pinching shut my nostrils
and giggling at my frantic struggle for breath, she was a constant thorn in my
side. Several times she held my nose pinched closed until I passed out, waking
only to find her once again burning me or biting me or slamming herself
enthusiastically down into my soft, tender little boy-cunt. It was this cruel,
heartless little mistress, Great Queen Keri as I began to think of her, who
finally brought the orgy to its horrific climax.
After several endlessly
inventive hours of painfully humiliating, brutally kinky group sex, she
suddenly stopped poking her sharp fingernails at my eyes and declared that it
was time for the �elephant cocks� (whatever they were) and suggested that they
roll me onto my face �like the disgusting little dog that he is� and have
themselves �a good old-fashioned double-dick pig-spitting!� Whatever that was.
Of course her suggestion was
greeted with wild enthusiasm, each girl clamoring to wield one of the �elephant
cocks.� However, it was quickly decided that such a supreme honor would have to go to B�Linda and Keri, the two
most violently brutal lesbians there and quite obviously regular lovers. The
�Princess and her pussy-maiden� the others called them, cheering as Big Linda
and her sidekick exchanged a moment of deep, congratulatory kissing. Fondling
each others� boobs, their tongues searching out the familiar cavities of their
lovers� mouths, B�Linda and Keri worked themselves and their audience into an
anticipatory frenzy, setting the stage for an especially outrageous sex act
designed to put all others to shame.
Whatever it was they had
planned for me I had no idea, but surely it was something special. Despite
their exclusion, the rest of the women were clearly more than satisfied with
assisting in the preparations, and with being allowed to watch the entertaining
spectacle ahead. Chained and helpless, more than a little sore already, I lay
there and watched with disbelieving horror as my Mistress B�Linda proceeded to
go to the tall wooden cabinet and unlock a special hidden compartment,
retrieving the two biggest, longest, most potent-looking dildoes I�d ever seen.
Each matching one was at
least twelve inches long and over two inches thick: gigantic strap-on cocks
made of solid, gleaming yellow ivory. Beautifully carved from a single elephant
tusk each, they were polished smooth and shaped complete with encircling veins
and bulbous, life-like heads.
Japanese characters carved
deep in the shaft marked them as priceless artifacts of the decadent imperial
past. The girls treated them with an almost reverent awe as they carefully
buckled the elaborate oiled-leather harnesses snugly around the waists and
crotch of Big Linda Skrue and her little lover Keri Colts. For me, the intended
victim, they were a terrifying sight.
Curving up and out from the
armored mounds of the two girls� pubis�, they resembled nothing so much as the
deadly big cock-tusks of a prehistoric rogue bull mastodon. Stroking and
caressing them, tugging and pulling on each other to verify the tightness of
their fit, B�Linda and Keri gloated over their monster pricks, cock-battling
with them and swaggering around mannishly for the amusement and excitement of
their friends. Then at last they turned to me: shivering, grinning, and
chuckling with a fiendish anticipation.�����
Once again I could only lie
there and watch, shaking my head in useless denial, as the women quickly
crossed the room and sprang onto the bed.
Keys jingled as B�Linda
unlocked the cuffs, and I tried my damnedest to leap off the bed, but there
were too many women, too many strong arms and hands. And of course, Big Linda
Skrue surely could have handled me pretty well all by herself.
In seconds I was pummeled
down and beaten to the bed. Then I was seized and flipped over, my arms
wrenched painfully around behind my back. Pulling my shoulders nearly out of
the sockets, the laughing women overlapped my forearms, holding them tightly
together while Keri wrapped the duct tape around and around and around them. In
minutes she�d turned my lower arms from elbows to wrists into a tightly
wrapped, thick fleshy bar locked perpendicular across the middle of my spine.
Once I was thus secured they
seized and lifted me by that bar, causing excruciating agony in the shoulders,
and dragged me unceremoniously to the middle of the bed. There they picked me
bodily up and flung me face down atop a high, conical hill of cushions that
someone had just arranged.
Jesus Christ! My ass was
thrust high in the air, my head lowered and filling with blood as I faced down
the pillowed slope. Then someone�s clawing hand dug underneath and grabbed my
still rock-hard cock. My stubborn erection was bent painfully all the way down
and back, pulled out between my legs and squashed against the pillows behind,
where it continued to pulse and throb and strain with unrequited need in full
view of the scornful female audience.
Several pairs of strong
hands then immediately seized my ankles, and they wrenched apart my legs, so
wide open that I felt like a chicken-splitting wishbone. After that they
anchored them firmly out at the sides. Then additional hands quickly gripped
and spread my futilely clenched butt-cheeks to their absolute limit. Then I
heard and saw and felt Big Linda Skrue move implacably in, preparing to mount
me with that inhumanly huge cock.
Now at first I refused to
believe it even possible. That giant ivory dildo was so large and hard and
potent no asshole should�ve been able to accommodate it, regardless of the
extended reaming out I�d already received. Yet Big Linda had the strength to
spare and obviously knew what she was doing.
Kneeling behind me on the
bed, she grabbed the convenient bar of my overlapping arms to pull against and
carefully aligned herself. The cold, round head of that hard �elephant cock�
was pressed up against my slick, gaping hole, and with a sudden sledgehammer
blow of the hips it was in. Then, although I was already stretched almost to
the splitting point, B�Linda simultaneously wrenched back on my arms and gave a
series of powerful, heaving lunges that gradually forced it deeper, deeper,
despite the incredibly stiff rectal resistance. But once the first several
inches were in, her exquisitely pleasurable task got easier.
She started rotating her
hips, grinding her thick cock around and around, stretching my rubbery asshole
out wider and wider, until at last she had me loosened up enough to start up a
genuine, hard-fucking rhythm. Then Big Bad Linda Skrue planted her considerable
weight above me and began pounding away, bludgeoning that giant, rock-hard
cock-club mercilessly down into my body, getting deeper and deeper with every
punishing stroke.
Pig spitting? I don�t know
about that, but I definitely felt like a pig splitting. My body seemed to be separating,
coming apart at the very middle, as my pelvis strained to accommodate the
massive bone spearing deep into it. More fragile by far, the tender flesh of my
rectum ripped and tore, and soon my gore began to slicken that stabbing spike.
�Of course, this additional lubrication only eased B�Linda�s
penetration, allowing those savaging, damaging thrusts even greater access. So then she immediately
picked up the pace, hammering and tearing and gouging out my tight little
manhole like a medieval battering ram run amok.
Ahhhhhhh, Goddess! The pain
was excruciating, making what I�d already endured seem like child�s play. Yet
in a way it was also queerly compelling, arousing in me a depth of deliciously
perverted yearning that I�d never before dreamed
of experiencing.
Wielding her monstrous,
god-like penis as a weapon, my Big Mistress Linda was like some kind of
avenging Amazon queen: brutally raping and sodomizing me, sacrificially
torturing the interloping male, punishing me far deeper and more thoroughly
than anything dreamed or rumored of in the most horrifying Hollywood jungle
epic.
This wasn�t merely sinful
decadence; it was downright obscene.
Spraddled and skewered, taken from behind like a bitch-dog in heat, I took that
tremendous tusk so far up my elevated asshole it was like the very Sword of
Judgment. Harder and harder, deeper and deeper, B�Linda Skrue continued to gore
her bloody way into me, and the deeper she got the more it hurt. Yet strangely
enough, the more she hurt me the better
I enjoyed it. Somehow, in some strange way I can hardly articulate, it felt
like justice, like the fit punishment
of a cruel, vengeful goddess on her stupidly erring subject.
Whatever it was, it was
true, it was right, it was mine. Mistress B�Linda knew what I
needed. Unfortunately, so did the Great Queen Keri.
As I wept and groveled and
groaned joyfully down at the bed, I suddenly felt rough hands seize me by the
hair, and my dangling head was jerked violently upward.
At first I could see nothing
but a terrifyingly close, head-on view of the mate of the giant ivory cock that
was currently coring me out. It looked even huger and fatter and more threatening against the picturesque
backdrop of those slim, beautifully curved little hips. Then I saw the tattoos,
and taut, slender thighs spread and braced below me. I realized this was Little
Keri Colts, kneeling in front of my flushed, hanging, hotly humiliated face.
Pulling on my longish brown
hair, she dragged my reluctant gaze up: past her delicate, leather-clad waist,
past her smooth, flat little belly (that sexy diamond ring flashing in her
navel), past the beautifully taut cones and stiff, peg-like nipples of her
perfect breasts (so sharply, hardly erect that they probably could�ve put an
eye out), and finally up into the vindictive glare of those fiery green eyes.
�Now, Slut-boy!� Keri Colts
screamed down into my wincing face. �Now,
you disgusting little animal! Now you�re gonna suck my cock!
�You�re gonna suck it like
the faggy little pig-slut-whore that you are! You�re gonna suck it like I did, a helpless, innocent teen-ager,
raped for weeks on end by my asshole crack-addict ex-boyfriend and his loser
drug buddies!�
Seething with resentment,
she glared down at me, daring me to imagine the torments she�d once endured at
the hands of my kind.
�Why, if B�Linda hadn�t
rescued me and made me her own, I probably would have killed myself by now! But
she taught me! She taught me what to do with my hatred! It�s payback time,
male! For him! Them! Every one of you animals!�
Eyes flashing with rage, she
momentarily digressed. �Of course, that dirty bastard�s already been paid in full! We
had to chop up his body and feed it to the fish by the time we were done with
him! But you haven�t paid! You and every other pig-dog-male in this world still
owe me!
�So now you�re gonna suck!
You�re gonna suck and suck and suck and suck me off like your very life depends on it! And who knows, maybe
it even does. I�m not nearly finished
with you yet! So open your snout, you filthy little pig! Here it comes!�
And with that terrifying
speech, Little Keri Colts at last ripped the strip of duct tape from my mouth
-- taking what felt like a substantial portion of skin with it -- and gripping
me tightly by the face she forced that long, hard, wickedly protruding penis
in.
Smooth, cold, larger than a
hen�s egg, the rounded ivory head was rammed between my teeth, stretching my
tender lips wide around the shaft.
This was a novel experience
for me, to say the least, but for my own sake I was determined to satisfy
Keri�s every requirement. Obediently I began sucking, pulling on that prodigious
pecker for all I was worth, but unfortunately B�Linda�s pounding rhythm from
above and behind kept forcing me further and further down onto it, filling my
mouth with rock-hard cock and gagging me helplessly.
This brought cheers and
jeers and gleeful cries of �Spitted pig! Spitted pig!� from all around, and
suddenly more strong hands seized my hair, yanking my head quickly,
professionally all the way up and back.
This opened my helpless
throat as wide as humanly possible, and cruel, wicked Great Queen Little Keri
Colts immediately forced her giant, upcurved elephant cock mercilessly into me,
fucking my gaping gullet like a pussy.
Oh man, this was the worst
torture I�d ever endured!
With my head stretched all
the way back my soft throat was open like a drain, and that massive ivory
truncheon plunged right up and in. Then briskly Great Queen Keri�s sweet, curvy
little hips pumped it relentlessly back and forth and back and forth and in and
out and in and out, rudely invading my esophagus and making me gag and retch
and choke uncontrollably.
Thank god I�d skipped
dinner, or I�d surely have been puking violently, perhaps strangling to death
on my own bile. As it was I was gradually able to get myself under control.
Somehow I suppressed my instinctive gag reflex and closed my eyes, feeling
Keri�s long, hard cock slam deeper and deeper up into me. And of course, all
the moaning while my other evil mistress, the powerful Serb princess Big Linda
Skrue, continued to use that other elephantine prick to bludgeon her merciless
way further and further and further down into my screaming, straining,
dangerously stretched back door.
Unbe-fucking-lievable. Under
this unreal double assault time slowed to a crawl. I was literally so out of
touch, so utterly blown away that to this day I�m still not sure how long it
went on. Rudely bent over the pile of pillows, with my openly dilated ass
thrust high in the air and my helpless head hung low, most of my weight was at
the mercy of gravity and B�Linda�s pneumatic rhythm. Harder and harder, she
pounded down into me, simultaneously splitting me open wider and driving me
remorselessly down onto Great Queen Keri�s own huge, hard, rhythmically
upthrusting pecker.
Struggling with my gorge,
taking what felt like a marble fist and forearm up each orifice, I felt the
tears of pain and shame streaming down my face and dripping continuously off my
chin. Spread out wide, inverted and on my belly, I fought desperately,
miserably for breath, mindlessly enduring. It went on and on, forever it
seemed, both of these women wielding their potent phallic weapons with
consummate power and skill.
Meanwhile murmurs and gasps
and cries of amazement came from the congregation, watching me take more and
more and more of those impossibly
huge, bone-hard cocks into both open ends. Soon all twenty-four inches of
artificial penis were regularly plunging in and out and in and out and in and
out of me, stuffing and filling my faggy little pig-holes to their absolute
limit.
It was a feat worthy of some
mystical Tibetan yogi, yet B�Linda Skrue and Keri Colts remained unmollified:
cursing and snarling and thrusting away, sneering contemptuously down at me as
they committed their brutal double rape. Finally, lost in a hazy world of
exquisitely painful defilement, I heard from somewhere seemingly far above me
my mistress Little Keri snarl with deep, heart-felt vindication and hiss
darkly.
����������� �You
fucking pig, I wish this thing could come right into your fucking mouth! I�d
pump about a gallon of dirty, filthy,
elephant-cock semen right down your fucking throat! You little cocksucker! Or maybe I�d just spray a
big, hot load all over your stupid sheep�s face! That�s what you really deserve! You worthless,
disgusting, pathetic little pig-slut-goat-dog-male!�
Instead she grabbed my taped
arms herself to increase her already considerable leverage and picked up the
pace, ramming herself harder and harder, deeper and deeper up into my
descending throat, working herself like mad and challenging B�Linda to match
her rhythm.
Red flag to a bull. She
accepted, of course, and they began to race, impaling me viciously from above
and below, bruising my virgin esophagus, ripping and raping and tearing out my
rectum. Drawing blood copiously in their competition, injuring me deeply but
still panting and plunging and hammering away, they drove themselves far beyond
the normal limits of stamina. Meanwhile the other girls clapped and catcalled
and cheered them on, stretching my cheeks ever wider, my head ever further
back, laughing and screaming with unbridled excitement.
And still Big Linda and her
Little Keri Colts held tight to my arms, leaning back against each other�s
weight and just pounding and pounding and pounding away. They worked me harder
and harder, and as their stabbing speed escalated my spitted-pig little body
began to rock and jump and slide rapidly back and forth on the bed between
them.
Again: unbelievable. Despite
my anchored arms and ankles, despite the fists gripping my hair and holding me
firm, I began to slip briskly up and down the satiny slope, roughly riding the
pile of pillows under the powerful influence of their desperate, panting
rhythm.
Oh man, this was just too
much. Beat me, humiliate me, damn me to hell for it, it was too much. Utterly
emasculated, streaming with sweat and blood and wet, salty tears, suffering
tortures undreamed of in the darkest depths of Hades, I suddenly felt my pain,
humiliation and uncontrollable arousal finally merge in a weird, fantastic stew
of total hormonal overload.
Needs and emotions and
biological chemicals as alien to me as my female tormentors finally took over
from my brain, coercing responses from my brutalized body I�d never in a
million years want to admit to.
Deep in a black, masochistic
abyss, strangling for air and breath and even life, with my painfully straining
prick rubbing roughly, continuously back and forth against the opposite side of
the pillow mound, I finally began to get so hard and hot and horny I thought I
might actually explode.
My excruciatingly back-bent
cock burned like a rod of molten metal; my bruised balls were twin suns and my
mind was a churning, whirling maelstrom of conflicting bodily sensations.
Eventually I had no choice but to give in to the incredible pressure of my
desperately perverted arousal and blow my filthy load: spewing hot, thick wet
seed out all over B�Linda�s beautiful silk pillowcase.
Seeing this happen at last,
my evil female captors screamed in wild triumph. B�Linda and Keri screamed as
well, escalating their synchronous rhythm in a final succession of incredibly
deep, painfully driving thrusts. These soon had them kneeling practically
face-to-face, their heavy harnesses bumping and bruising and bashing my snout
and faggy little fuck-holes and their pounding, pistoning hips slamming and
crunching and compressing my captive body between them.
Hooting and hollering,
sneering with derision, they continued jack hammering away for several long
minutes, rubbing my face in this last, most obvious sign of my willing
submission. But then, when the blood started dripping from my mashed nose and
lips as well as my violated asshole they finally seemed satisfied. They
stopped, backed off, and pulled their long, hard, deeply buried lengths all the
way out of me.
Panting, dripping with sweat
and blood and lubricating mucus, they smugly accepted the praise, wonder and
adulation of their comrades. Then as I lay there gasping and bleeding and
retching beneath them they turned to the matter of my unauthorized ejaculation.
Pointing to the evidence
glistening on the pillow, they gathered together and held a brief, animated
consultation about how to best punish such a �seminal indiscretion.� After
considering and discarding several horrifying alternatives -- including
castration and outright murder (Keri�s suggestions both), they finally decided
to deliver one last, especially vicious beating. If pain was what made me hot,
Big Linda declared, I could have it in spades.
Face down on that large pile
of pillows, elevated in the middle of the bed, with my throat and rectum aflame
with agony and my numb, cramped arms still securely taped behind me, I endured
this somehow fitting punishment like everything else: with no choice and a
strange, perversely reluctant enjoyment. First one of the women retrieved the
pillow that I�d spewed upon (spitefully tweaking and twisting my cock and
slapping around my balls as she did so), and Little Keri Colts at last got to
make good on at least one of her threats.
Sneering down at me, she
rubbed the soiled pillowcase all over my face, wiping the spent shame of my
ejaculate off onto my lips and chin and cheeks and letting it dry there to a
humiliating, incriminating, spunky-smelling milky crack-glaze.
This ultimate in degradation
was nearly unbearable, and every time I licked my spilt, puffy lips I could
taste my own come. The shameful, secret joy this gave me made me almost yearn for punishment, and they didn�t
disappoint me. Four and five and even six at a time, using whips and crops and
wide leather belts, the assembled lesbians took turns beating my bound arms,
spread legs, shoulders, back, and raw, red, helplessly elevated buttocks for
hours, until at last they got all of their violent female aggressions out.
Of course, B�Linda and Keri
were again the worst, swinging a pair of cunningly modified canoe paddles with
long, two-handed grips and wide, heavy wooden blades that had been drilled full
of holes to increase the power and velocity of every swing.
Still wearing those giant
dildoes, puffing and grunting and flailing away, they each wielded these
gigantic paddles as though determined to out-do the other, perhaps even racing
to see who could be first one to actually break my tail-bone.
Meanwhile another massive
antique dildo, this one actually made of carved and polished soapstone, was
brought out and inserted into my still too-open anus. Someone else laughingly
used a heavy wooden mallet to pound it right in. Then, once it was almost
flush, B�Linda and Keri resumed their paddling pace, driving it deeper, deeper
down into me, again splitting my cheeks apart like a wedge.
Eventually my stuffed-full,
brutally bludgeoned ass and legs went completely numb, my brain shutting down
all contact from that excessively traumatized region. Then I could only tell
the force of the blows by the incredible power with which they pounded me down
into the pillows. Yet still they continued, blow after blow after blow:
blackening, bruising my ass, with Little Keri Colts screaming out her wild,
wonderfully cathartic exaltation as she beat me half to death.
And of course, all the
horrible while, the other girls continued whipping me, stropping me, clawing
and slapping me, pulling out my hair, pinching and punching and poking me,
burning me with lit cigarettes and joints and doing everything they could think
of to savage and abuse my helpless body. One of them found a pair of long,
limber whip-canes, and soon they were slashing them viciously across the
sensitive soles of my feet, an especially sadistic torture popular in the
Middle East and one that can flay the very soul from the body. I was screaming
in ten different unknown languages by then, yet that wasn�t the worst they
could do. Still the beating continued.
Whips and straps, chains and
truncheons, lengths of wire and rubber hose, fists and feet and broken glass
bottles and anything else they could find handy they used on me.� At the height of their manic frenzy clubs
and blows and spittle rained down on me from all sides, and no outrageously
inventive torture was too extreme to be tried.
Knives and razors cut me,
file blades were jammed deep under my finger and toenails, my cock was again
stroked to erection and a long, thick, cold steel knitting needle was threaded
up the eye of my evil penis. Then in and out and in and out and in and out,
faster and faster they fucked me with it, cruelly returning to my tender cock a
million-fold the hideous horrors it had already visited on others.
Oh man, don�t even talk to
me about pain! For hours nearly every accessible inch of my body was under constant
attack. Yet still somehow every incremental increase in agony was welcome,
necessary. And of course now that the gag was off they also forced me to beg
them for it, extorting all kinds of humiliating confessions, professions and
pleas out of me despite the ravaged condition of my throat. Yes Mistresses! No
Mistresses! Yes, Keri! No, Keri! Yes, yes, yes! Yes, I love it, I need it, I
do, more, more, please!
They made me yelp and bleat
and cry and wail and scream with pain and terror long after I was too hoarse to
even be heard. But finally, as first five and then six o�clock in the morning
rolled around, this strange group of cruel, vengeful lesbians at last lost
interest in torturing me. One by one they gave it up, stripping off their
leather and rubber and chains, removing their long, potent dildoes, gradually
dressing again and slowly making for the door.
Even Keri finally tired out,
but only after delivering one last series of especially vicious, punishing
strokes: powerful sledgehammer blows that had her strong Serbian lover Big
Linda Skrue enfolding her with her lush, womanly body and lending her own
muscular arms to the paddle.
This more than doubled their
effective force, and finally my fragile coccyx cracked in two with an audible
crunch. Then at last, as I lay butt-broken and bloodied and sobbing wildly,
unabashedly in the purest abject misery before her, Little Keri Colts finally
dropped the paddle and curled up on the corner of the bed. My racking sobs must
have been a heavenly lullaby to her, for soon she was quietly, peacefully
asleep.
Meanwhile the other girls
chattered happily, thanking and complimenting the hostess, saying �My god,
B�Linda, that was so great, what a perfect little slut-boy, where�d you find
him?� Several of them even took keepsake snapshots of me in my misery, posing
with me sobbing come-soiled and bloody in my bonds, grinning as they took turns
thrusting their come-sticky cocks up my throat, mounting my tender rear, or
lashing me one final time with the whip. At last they were all gone, and after
first refreshing herself with a drink and a cigarette, B�Linda Skrue finally
returned to the bed.
Ignoring my groans and sobs
and whimpers of fear, she drew out a long, black-handled switchblade, kissed
and caressed her Little Keri awake, and then clicked it open.
Like a cat full of milk,
Keri rubbed herself slowly, lazily against the generous flank of her mistress,
toying with her tits and belly and wet pink cunt.
Entwined on the bed together
they cuddled for a while, kissing and whispering and playing with the knife.
Big Linda seemed almost motherly toward Keri as she coaxed her back into
action, and it took several long minutes. At last Keri gave an eerie whine and
buried herself between those strong, columnar legs. Soon she was eating B�Linda
like the finest chocolate, and I lay helpless and forgotten in my bonds as they
exchanged a series of screaming, heaving, orally delivered orgasms. But then at
last they recalled their unfinished business and crawled over to me, brandishing
the knife and grinning at my obvious terror.
Big Linda climbed atop my
body, dropping her weight heavily down between my taped-up arms and my
stone-stuffed ass. The breath whooshed out of me, and first she teased me -- or
was it a threat? -- by twining a fist in my hair, yanking back my gasping head
and gently tracing a line over my throat, from ear to ear with the sharp tip of
her blade.
�You know, where I come
from, this is what we do to POWs,� she hissed.�������
�Yes!� urged Keri from
somewhere nearby, sounding scared and eager and angry all at once. �He deserves
it! He�s worthless little pig-dog male! And he could go to the cops after
this!�
�No he won�t.� remarked
B�Linda, sounding consummately sure of herself. �We don�t have a thing to worry
about. He knows what�ll happen to him if he so much as says a peep to anyone. Don�t you, Slut-boy?�
She yanked harder on my
hair, pulling my head even farther up and back and once again pricking my
tender throat with the knife. Once again the blood started trickling. �Besides,
he liked it. Look at him, with his own filthy come dried all over his ugly
face! He loved every fucking bit of it. Didn�t you Slut-boy?�
Again came the yank on my
hair, this time pulling some more of it out, and in desperate fear for my life
I could only nod, watching Keri Colts� pretty face twist in
disappointment.� �But I want to see his
blood -- more of it anyway,� she amended with a giggle. Then suddenly, with the
quickness of a striking snake, her long, sharp fingernails slashed viciously
out and clawed open my helpless face, marring me spitefully.
More of my blood streamed
from the four deep furrows in my cheek, sheeting my neck, and I cringed and
squealed and thrashed with terror. But B�Linda�s grip held firm in my hair, and
with her weight on my back and her knife at my throat I was completely
helpless. I could barely breathe.
Keri�s vengeful eyes
glittered with malice, as she slowly, deliberately licked my blood and flesh
from her claws. Then she leaned forward and hooked those deadly talons deep
into the flesh around my watery, bloodshot eyes, begging for B�Linda to at
least let her blind me. I didn�t know whether she was deathly serious or merely
trying to terrify me. But fortunately B�Linda only chuckled indulgently,
pushing Keri�s hands away. Angry, disappointed, Keri spat in my face, again and
again, adding her saliva and phlegm to the mix of blood and come already
soiling me. Big Linda chuckled at this, and then, while Little Keri watched
eagerly, approvingly, she turned around to confront my brutalized buttocks.
Like a sculptor or painter
signing her masterwork or an ancient slave-master branding one of her special
charges, she used the razor-sharp point of her blade to carve something --
either her initials or some kind of weird, arcane symbol -- deep into the
purplish, bruised-black flesh of one of my whipped raw, grossly swollen
ass-cheeks. Immediately I knew I was scarred for life, and in more ways then
one. Then my ultimate soul mistress Big Linda Skrue handed over the knife, and
she let her lesbian lover Little Keri Colts do the other cheek. Dangerous move.
Great Queen Keri went at it
with a savage, slashing gusto, cutting me not once or twice but at least a
dozen times, flailing away, and the razor-sharp blade sliced deep into my
puffed-up, plugged-up buttocks, separating the heavily swollen flesh with the
ease of soft butter. More hot blood splattered and splashed from the blade,
spotting the sheets and all three of us, and soon both my butt-cheeks were
hanging in ribbons. Then the heavy stone dildo filling my rectum was wiggled
and wriggled and suddenly wrenched out, leaving a hollow, trickling emptiness
that felt like it would never be filled. At last, with a few quick, deft
strokes of the knife, my mad little female tormentor cut the tape securing my
dead arms and ripped it away.
����������� Immediately they rolled me off the
giant bed and onto the floor, tumbling me painfully down onto the pile of
clothes that I�d shed so blithely the night before.
�Get out while you can,
little animal!� B�Linda snapped, pointing at the door. Whipped raw, dangerously
butt-bruised and broken, cut wide open, aching inside and out and burned and
bleeding from end to end, barely able to feel much less use my arms, unable to
stand and walk or even struggle into my clothes, I somehow gathered them up and
crawled cramping for the door, knowing it would be weeks -- if ever -- before I
could look myself in the eye again.
I almost didn�t make it. I
collapsed several times on the way. And before I made it halfway through the
labyrinthine halls of Big Linda�s palatial house (B�Linda laughing derisively
and Keri kicking me hard in the face and belly and ribs and most especially
again and again directly in the balls as I went), I knew I�d probably need the
hospital as well -- although I had no idea what I was going to tell them. The
incredibly sordid, humiliating truth I would take with me to the grave. But
finally I made it outside, into the first meager light of dawn. And the last
thing my Mistress B�Linda said to me before slamming shut the door seemed to
cap the entire horrible, demeaning, yet perversely arousing affair.
�See you Monday morning, Slut-boy, and you�d better be there, on time. Although if I were
you I�d find a new job -- either that or get out of town. That was a two-way
mirror over the bed and I�ve got it all on
live video. Every cocksucking, corn-holing, come-spewing minute of it. If I ever get any trouble out of you, from now until the end of your life, every
last soul in this town, from your mother to your brother to your very best
friend, is going know how you willingly took every last thing we could possibly
dish out and still came your
worthless brains out!�
I felt my face go burning
crimson, and yet once again my cock began to perversely stiffen, confirmation
of my hopeless thralldom. Then after a pause B�Linda added the ultimate threat:
�Also, I think my sweet Little Keri here took a fancy to you.� A familiar
malicious giggle came from out of the shadowy foyer. �If you stick around long
enough she might just ask me to capture you again!� B�Linda gave a slow,
private laugh at this. �And I just might do it. I do indulge her so!� So live
with that if you can, Slut-boy-man!�
And with that Big Linda
slammed shut the door and was gone, leaving me to struggle my slow way over to
the car and back into some kind of pointless, worthless life. If I stayed or if
I went, whatever I did now or wherever I finally ended up, I knew I�d always
know one thing for sure. I�d never, ever, not in a million years, forget my
time in the hands of the powerful mistresses Big Linda Skrue and Little Keri
Colts. And I�d never, ever dare to
mistreat a woman.
That was one lesson I�d
learned only too damn well.
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