Remembering
By GAR
The memory of a life stolen doesn't go away


It was a scene that had repeated itself enough times to become one of the
ritual parts of his relationship with Kate, another example of the love-hate
extremes that had characterized their five years together. Despite John's
shame and humiliation, he couldn't prevent himself from becoming aroused, from
wanting more. He still struggled with it, after all this time, trying to fend
off the excitement and pleasure he felt whenever Kate forced him into these
scenarios, only to surrender every time to his own twisted desires. Not that
it really mattered. Whether he enjoyed it or not, Kate would have her way. She
always did.

He lay naked on his back in the center of their bed, doing his best to keep
still as she demanded. She was lying on her side next to him, also naked,
propped up on one elbow, her strong, sexy legs wrapped around his waist and
pinning his arms tightly against his body. The side of his face was nuzzled
against one of her 38D breasts and he could feel the moistness of her crotch
against him as she gently stroked his erect cock, pausing to cinch the narrow
leather strap wrapped around its base a little tighter. Not snug enough to
cause him pain, really, just tight enough to prevent him from going soft
should she decide to stop fondling him. And tight enough to discourage him
from "making a mess," as she put it, should he lose the control she had been
methodically instilling in him over the years.

"Remember, darling?" she cooed, beginning the ritual that had become his
favorite and at the same time his most dreaded, "how wicked I was; how ...
evil?" She chuckled softly, swirling her finger around the soft, fleshy sweet
spot beneath the head of his swollen member. "Remember what I did to your
precious Julie?" He began to tremble as the physical pleasure from her touch
grew, and she pulled him up tighter against her hard body. "Remember how I
took it all away from your little fiancee?" He closed his eyes tight and tried
to push the memories away, but the harder he tried the more vivid they became.
He silently cursed his tormentress for bringing him to this; helplessly
aroused, craving the pleasure brought on by reliving her cruelties in his
mind.

The first time he laid eyes on Kate, all five feet nine inches of her, was at
one of Julie's office Christmas parties. Despite having been engaged for
several months, he couldn't help being mesmerized by her appearance. Muscular,
tough women had always been the focus of John's sexual fantasies, even though
he never considered one the type of girl to bring home to mother. Kate fit the
description - she didn't carry the bulk of a bodybuilder, but she was broad
shouldered and hard; powerful looking. That night she wore a short, black,
spaghetti-strapped dress and a pair of stiletto heels that made her tower over
six feet, really showing off the definition in her long legs. John couldn't
stop himself from staring whenever she picked up something; a drink, a plate
of food; causing her biceps to roll up into tight, sinewy mounds of muscle.
She carried herself around the room with an air of haughty confidence,
sometimes catching him ogling her and just glaring back at him defiantly, as
if daring him to approach her. Of course, he was with Julie and contented
himself with admiring Kate from a distance.

He had no idea she had become interested in him, or rather both of them. He
and Julie had planned a ski trip for the week after the party, and when he
came by her office to pick her up Kate went out of her way to walk by the
lobby, smiling at him and giving him a wink. He smiled back, longing to talk
to her, but everyone in Julie's office knew they were engaged and he thought
better of it. A couple of weeks later he stopped by again for lunch, and this
time Kate walked right up and shook his hand, introducing herself with her
sultry voice. She smiled coyly as he stammered his name and struggled to look
into her eyes instead of leering at the toned, athletic body that she loved to
show off in tight fitting sweaters and short skirts. When Julie came out the
two women gave each other dirty looks, and Julie remarked over lunch how much
she disliked the blonde.

After that he kept bumping into Kate outside of the office; in restaurants at
lunch, after work with his buddies at the local bar. They would say hello and
chat about nothing special for a minute or two, but every time she walked away
she looked back over her shoulder at him with her sexy smile, and he found
himself longing to spend time with her. He had no idea she had already made
plans for him. And for his fiancee.

It was in May at the company picnic that she made her move. Julie was off
chatting with her girlfriends, and John was sitting alone on a bench under one
of the trees that lined the park. Kate appeared out of nowhere, wearing a low
cut white halter top and short shorts, smiling as she sauntered up to him with
her cat-like gait. This time there was no way he could fight the urge to stare
at her magnificent body, and instead of seeming offended she looked as if she
enjoyed the attention. She asked if he wouldn't mind helping her carry some
things from her car. After a moment's hesitation he agreed and followed her to
the parking lot, away from the watchful eyes of Julie's co-workers.

They had barely reached the car when Kate grabbed his upper arms and pulled
him up against her muscular body, forcefully putting her lips over his. A rush
of erotic energy like John had never before experienced came over him. He
struggled for about two seconds before giving into her, opening his mouth
wider and letting her tongue have its way with him as his cock quickly became
rock hard. He knew it was wrong but couldn't help himself; he surrendered to
the reality that he wanted Kate more than he had ever wanted anything.

She pulled her mouth away, keeping his arms in her powerful grip as she glared
into his eyes. "I'm a taker, Johnny," she said matter-of-factly, "When I want
something, I get it." Her expression became more determined. "That bitch
you're engaged to? I hate her. She actually threatened to have me fired the
other day. She said she would ruin my life." She squeezed his arms tighter.
"I've got a better idea. I'm going to ruin her. She's going to regret fucking
with me, Johnny boy. I'm going to take everything from her, Johnny,
everything," she jerked him back up against her rock hard body, "starting with
you." He looked at her dumfounded. Her expression softened, her voice became
breathy. "It makes me hot to think about doing it. Doesn't it make you hot,
too?" He gulped hard, realizing it did make him hot. The guilt would come
later; all he could think of at that moment was how incredibly turned on he
had become.

Without another word she grabbed him roughly by the scruff of the neck and
walked him to the other side of the lot. He had no thought of resisting. In a
clearing behind a thicket of shrubs she forced him down on his back, mounted
him and fucked him wildly, and from that moment on he knew he was powerless to
resist her. "I'm taking you, Johnny," she growled, "You belong to me, now."
And he knew it was true. The images and words were burned into his mind
forever, and all these years later he still became insanely aroused
remembering it.

Meanwhile Kate was still fondling his cock, continuing her own trip down
memory lane. "It was really gross having to seduce our boss," she went on in a
soft voice, brushing her fingertips along the length of his shaft, "but it was
worth it to blackmail the slimy, married slob into getting rid of her." She
sighed heavily, smiling down at his throbbing member. "And the bitch who
managed her bank was all too happy to close her accounts after I was finished
hammering her fat body. I think she's still afraid I'm going to come back some
time and keep my promise to rip her tits off if she told anyone." John gasped
as he became more erect; the thought of Kate humiliating the prim, proper
business woman into bowing to her demands always made him crazy. "Maybe I'll
go back and do it one of these days," Kate purred, "just for fun." She wrapped
her thumb and forefinger around the bulbous head of his manhood and gently
moved her hand up and down, expertly teasing him, making him insane with the
desire to come. "But it could never be as much fun as when I finally
confronted little Miss Julie, don't you agree darling?" John moaned softly as
his arousal grew even stronger, remembering that fateful afternoon.

"I wish I could've seen her face when she walked up to the house that day,"
Kate mused, "seeing all of her things packed up and sitting there; on the
front porch of her own home. That would have been pleasant." She moved her
hand up and began fondling one of John's hardened nipples. "But seeing her
expression when she walked in, when she saw me sitting on your lap, saw you
sucking on my big breasts;" she moved her hand back to his stiff cock, again
caressing it with her fingertips. "That was priceless. It gave me such a
rush." John remembered Julie standing there in a white sun dress, her face
becoming beet red, eyes welling with tears. He remembered Kate standing up and
sauntering toward Julie with a wicked grin. The blonde wore only a garter belt
and nylon stockings, along with her black stilettos, and while she was only
about two inches taller than Julie her magnificent, toned body made his
slender fiancee look so small and insignificant.

"Remember what I said to her, darling? How I told her I had taken her job, her
money, her house," Kate wrapped her strong hand around the length of John's
erection and squeezed gently, "and you?" She nuzzled her breast harder against
his face. "Remember how angry she became? How she tried to hit me? She was
such a joke. I almost broke her wrist, Johnny, remember?" The image of Kate
twisting Julie's arm, forcing her to her knees, was still vivid. "I slapped
her so hard. The back of my hand was sore for days." He remembered how
effortlessly Kate handled Julie, her left hand gripping her wrist, her right a
blur of motion as she it flung back and forth across Julie's face as the
smaller woman knelt powerless at her feet. "Her skinny body shook all over
while I bitch slapped her. It made your cock get so big, didn't it darling?"
She gripped it tighter, sliding her hand slowly up and down. "I liked watching
it do its little dance for me while I beat her senseless. And when I grabbed a
handful of her mousey brown hair and pulled her to her feet ... with one hand
... why, you were positively crazy wanting to come, weren't you?"

It did make him crazy. He remembered how Julie just hung there, semi
conscious, her cheeks and jaw reddened by the vicious slaps Kate had thrown at
her. He remembered wanting to stop it but not wanting it to stop at the same
time. He remembered his guilt, and his pleasure. His shame only fueled his
arousal. "And then I told her I was going to take the only thing she had left:
her dignity." Kate's voice became almost breathless; her juices were now
streaming down John's skin. "And I ripped the front of her dress down, leaving
those welts on her shoulders, forcing her to suffer the humiliation of being
stripped half naked by me. Her pathetic little titties flopping around," the
big blonde moaned with pleasure, "it excited me so." John began trembling
again, causing Kate to give him a sharp squeeze with her rock hard thighs, and
he forced himself to be still. "She looked so puny next to me; her skinny
little body at my mercy. She wasn't half the woman I am, Johnny. Remember how
deep my fist sank into her little tits; into her soft belly? How she just hung
there like a punching bag for me to beat on? And that whimpering sound she
made every time I hit her; 'eeuh, eeuh,'" Kate smiled as she mocked Julie's
suffering, "Remember me pausing occasionally to ... stroke myself? It made me
so wet, Johnny, dominating her like that, beating the shit out of her." He
thought his cock would explode.

"Then I walked her over to where you sat, and put her back on her knees," she
went on, still gently massaging him. "She was so fucked up, wasn't she,
darling? Gasping and whimpering and carrying on like the weak little bitch she
was." John remembered the crumpled form of his fiancée kneeling in front of
him, the ugly bruises starting to form on her breasts and midsection. "And
when I told her I wanted to hear her submit to me? And she defied me? Refused
to say what I told her to? Remember, Johnny, what a stupid, stubborn bitch she
was?" He winced at the memory. "I grabbed her skinny arms and pulled them back
so hard. You could hear the bones pop." She returned her attention to the
fleshy underside of his rock hard cock. "Remember how she yelped like a little
dog? I liked that." She began rubbing her crotch against him harder. "Remember
the panic in her voice? How she cried out she'd do whatever I say? And I made
her tell you that I owned her, and what a worthless fucking pig she was? You
liked that a lot didn't you, hearing her say it?" He could feel the leather
strap digging into him as he grew even thicker.

"But the best part was when I ... satisfied myself with her, wasn't it Johnny?
When I put one foot up on the chair next to you and demanded she make me come?
Remember how disgusted she was by it; how humiliated?" She increased her leg
pressure again as he started squirming uncontrollably. The vision of Kate
grabbing Julie's hair with both hands and pulling her face into her sopping
wet crotch always threatened to put him over the edge. "Remember how she
obediently serviced me anyway?" Kate's voice was little more than a loud
whisper; she was totally masturbating herself against him, now. "I used her
like a toy. Like an object. That's all she was good for, Johnny. And she knew
it then, didn't she?" She was still working his cock; it was all he could do
to hold himself back. "I came so hard in her face ... so hard ... " her voice
trailed off as she became lost in the throes of her own passion.

Kate suddenly released him from her leg lock and quickly straddled his chest,
keeping his arms pinned against his body. Her voice took on a fierce tone. "I
need to come like that again, Johnny, right now." She moved forward and put
her crotch over his mouth, grinding it down on him violently. She grabbed two
handfuls of John's hair, pulling his nose and mouth even deeper into her wet,
steamy muff. "Fuck me, Johnny, fuck me with your mouth," she barked, savagely
rubbing herself up and down his face as he struggled to obey. In less than a
minute she was writhing in orgasm, her juices streaming down his face as she
roughly rolled his head around beneath her. She remained astride his mouth,
moaning with satisfaction, until the pleasure subsided. Then she eased herself
back onto his chest and looked down at him with a playful grin, reaching back
to feel he was just as hard as before she mounted him.

"Oooo," she cooed in a seductive voice, "I've trained you well, Johnny. You
like pleasing me, don't you?" She threw back her long hair and shifted
position, arching her back, putting her fantastic body on display as she began
fondling him again in earnest. "Juliekins didn't like it, though, did she? She
cried so hard when I was finished with her, begging and pleading with me to
let her go. Remember, Johnny?" She began fondling her breast with her free
hand, knowing it was driving him insane. "So I did let her go, didn't I? I
made her get down on all fours, like the scraggly little bitch she was. That
did it for you, didn't it Johnny? Watching her crawl across the room, at my
feet, moaning and whimpering so pathetically? When I opened the door and made
her crawl outside, in front of the whole neighborhood. That was when you shot
your load all over your lap, wasn't it? Knowing how absolutely mortified she
was." Kate chuckled softly. "You made such a mess." She reached down and
pinched his nipple as he squirmed helplessly beneath her. "Just like you want
to now; looking up at me, at my hard body. Thinking about what this body did
to little Juliekins; what it can do to you. You want to come so badly, don't
you?"

He couldn't stand it any more. "Please, Kate," he panted, "please let me come.
Please." She just smiled down at him as she wantonly fondled his cock. "Say
... pretty please, Johnny," she cooed, and he didn't hesitate. "Pretty
please," he gasped, "pretty please let me come." She ceased teasing him and
leaned down, pinching his cheeks in her strong hand. "No," she said with a
mocking lilt in her voice, "not this time, Johnny boy." She swung her leg over
him and stood up next to the bed, putting both hands up and tossing her hair
back, again showing off her incredible, muscular body for him. "Maybe next
time," she smiled, "how long has it been; three months, maybe four?" She let
out a short laugh. "Of course, if you were man enough, you'd just take me,
Johnny. A real man wouldn't beg. A real man would just throw me down and fuck
me, would make me satisfy him." She let out a heavy sigh. "A pity you're such
a ... pussy." She turned away and sauntered across the bedroom with her sexy
gait, stopping at the dresser to admire herself in the mirror.

John snapped. He leaped off the bed in desperation, his dark pink erection
bobbing around in front of him, his hands clenched into trembling fists. He
moved quickly behind Kate and glared angrily at her in the mirror. "You
bitch," he barked, "I'm sick of this! You can't treat me like ... " He was cut
off suddenly as she whirled around and threw the back of her hand across his
face. He staggered back, but Kate grabbed his hard cock like a handle and
pulled him back towards her, delivering another stinging backhanded slap
against his cheek, then another, and another, each one more vicious than the
last. Dazedly, he raised his hands to fend her off, but she grabbed a handful
of his dark hair and gave his cock a hard, painful twist, releasing it as he
dropped to his knees with a loud grunt.

The blonde smiled down as she stood commandingly over him, holding him upright
by the hair. "Now, Johnny," she smiled, "you know you can't stand up to me."
She gave him a hard, open-handed slap. "You know I can hurt you badly, don't
you?" She delivered another slap, the crack of her palm hitting his cheek
filling the room. "You know I can beat the living shit out of you," she
slapped him again, "anytime I want." Another slap brought tears to his eyes.
"I could break you in half with my bare hands, pussy boy." She backhanded him
again, drawing blood from the corner of his mouth. "But," she sighed, "bitch
slapping you is enough to keep you in your place." She delivered another slap.
And then another. "And it's so much more humiliating for you." She slapped him
again, and again, harder and harder. Then she stopped and turned his anguished
face up at her. "Isn't it, Johnny?" He was totally powerless to stop her. All
he could do was look up at her pleadingly and hope she was through hurting
him.

She gazed down at John's still erect cock; the leather strap was doing its
job. Her hand moved casually down to her crotch and she began fondling
herself, her eyes glazing over as she let out a soft moan through her pouting
lips. "It always makes me hot, pussy boy" she said in a breathy voice,
"humiliating you." She put one foot up on the bed and spread her thighs with a
mocking giggle. "Why, look, Johnny ... it's just like it was with poor little
Julie." She pulled his face toward her. "Do me again. Right now ... "

Six weeks later Kate was driving home after a busy day. After checking her
email and locking up her office - the office that had once been Julie's - she
drove to the gym for her daily workout. Along with her usual half an hour on
the treadmill she had spent some time with the heavy weights, and her upper
body felt pumped up and powerful; the perfect time to have her way with pussy
boy Johnny. Maybe, she thought, she'd cut him some slack and let him squirt
this time. But then she thought better of it, smiling at the idea of
prolonging his agony. No, not this time, either - but it would be so
pleasurable watching him get his hopes up as she drove him insane with her
teasing.

It was dusk, and the house was dark when she pulled the car in the driveway.
Strange, she thought, John should be home by now. He'd better be; she wanted
satisfaction now and she expected him to give it to her. She got out and
locked the car door, pausing to admire her hard, muscular shoulders and arms
in her reflection on the window. She still wore her gym clothes, a
tight-fitting low-cut black halter and very short black nylon trunks that
allowed slivers of her firm, well-rounded ass to peek out below the bottoms.
Her six-pack abs stood up nicely after her workout, and her solid, muscular
legs tapered down into a pair of short black socks and sneakers. Her thick
blonde hair, still lightly moistened with sweat, was tied back in a ponytail
that fell down to the middle of her broad, strong back.

She entered the house and locked the door behind her. Leaving her gym bag in
the entryway, she moved slowly toward the master bedroom, feeling her way
along the wall of the darkened hallway. She flicked on the light but the room
was empty. The bed, which she expected John to make every morning before
leaving for work, looked recently slept in. She turned back into the hall and
thought she heard voices coming from the living room. One of them sounded like
a woman's voice. A rush of anger came over her; God help Johnny boy if he had
brought another woman into her bedroom. She would rip his balls off, right
after she beat the shit out of the slut who fucked him. She walked quickly
down the hall; the voices grew louder, becoming quiet as she got closer. She
came out of the hallway and turned toward the entrance to the blackened room,
stopping to peer in, her eyes adjusting to the darkness. Then suddenly, she
heard a husky female voice. "Hello, Kate," the woman said.

With a click of the lamp switch the room filled with light, and Kate was
startled by the sight of a striking woman standing next to the end table. She
was tall, with short, dark brown hair and broad shoulders, wearing a long,
gray overcoat. Rather pretty, actually, with dark eyeliner and bright red
lipstick. She looked at Kate with a knowing smile. "Who the fuck are you?"
Kate asked angrily, "Where's John?" The woman's smile grew wider. She
sauntered around the corner of the table, moving more into the light. "Why
Kate, don't you recognize me?" she asked with a sweet lilt in her voice. The
blonde's eyes narrowed as she stared hard at the woman's face, then widened in
surprise as she realized who it was ... it was Julie!

Kate's surprise turned quickly to anger. "You stupid little bitch," she
sneered, placing both fists on her hips, "What the fuck are you doing here?
Didn't get enough before? Where the hell is John?" The smile widened on
Julie's face. She turned and walked along the length of the sofa, around the
far end, then bent slightly and reached down. John's head appeared over the
armrest, Julie's fingers entwined in his matted hair, his eyes blackened and
swollen, his nose and mouth bloody. Then she effortlessly pulled up the rest
of his bruised, naked body and tossed him onto the seat cushions with a casual
disdain. Kate's eyes widened. "You did this to him?" she asked, unable to hide
her incredulity. Julie chuckled. "Yes I did," she said, her voice taking on a
hard edge, "after I made him think he was forgiven for just sitting there
while you hurt me; after I used him for a fuck stick." She looked down at his
battered body wistfully, her tone softening. "Funny, he wasn't as satisfying
as I remembered." She looked back up at the blonde with her knowing smile and
began unbuttoning her coat. "I've changed a lot, Kate," she said
matter-of-factly.

She opened her coat and let it fall to the floor. "A whole lot," she said,
amused by the look of shock on the blonde's face. She wore only a pair of red,
lacey, French-cut panties and red stiletto heels. She had her breasts
enlarged; they were now an impressive 40DD, perfectly shaped and very natural
looking. But the most amazing change was Julie's hard, muscular body. Her
shoulders and arms looked bigger than Kate's; sinewy and vascular. Her
v-shaped upper body narrowed down to her washboard abs, which stuck out nicely
beneath her smooth, tanned skin. Her thighs were solidly muscled but not too
thick, and her well cut calves were at full attention in the 4-inch heels. She
put one hand on her hip as she cocked her shapely ass to one side, giggling
slightly at the look on Kate's face.

Again the blonde's surprise turned back to anger. "Am I supposed to be
impressed, bitch?" she spat, "I don't care how big and bad you look now, I'll
still kick your ass. Get the fuck out of my house before I throw you out."
Julie's calm expression did not change. She began slowly walking toward Kate.
"Your house?" she answered, "This is my house. You took it from me." Her voice
became hard again; threatening. "I've been waiting a long time for this. I'm
taking it back now." She moved right up to Kate, their breasts almost
touching. "Get the picture, tough girl?"

The blonde's anger boiled over. "Take this," Kate snarled, and quickly brought
her right hand up at Julie's head, but the brunette was just as quick and
blocked it with her left arm. Kate immediately came back with her left, but
Julie blocked that, too, laughing in the blonde's face. It made Kate furious.
She reached up with both hands, but Julie pushed them away easily. "Last
chance, bitch," the brunette smiled, and popped the heel of her right hand
into Kate's mouth with a force that shocked the big woman. Her head snapped
back, her eyes became dull, her legs rubbery. After a couple of seconds she
fell flat on her ass at Julie's feet, shaking her head, blood trickling from
her split lip.

Julie turned away and casually sauntered over to where John lay, sitting next
to him on the couch and crossing her shapely legs. She grabbed another handful
of his hair and turned his face up toward Kate, who was struggling to get up.
"Well, that was easy. She doesn't look so tough now does she John?" she
smiled. She looked over at Kate and spoke with a tone of mock reassurance,
like a mother talking to her child. "It's okay, honey, take your time. I'm in
no hurry to beat the shit out of you. We've got all night." Despite the pain
Julie had inflicted on him, John felt himself becoming aroused.

The blonde finally made it to her feet, glaring hatefully at Julie as she
wiped the blood from her chin. So the bitch has learned a few things, she
thought. No matter; she was certain that deep inside Julie was still the
pathetic little mouse that crawled out the door all those years ago. She was
going to show her - and John - who the woman of the house was. "You cunt," she
snarled, "I am gonna fuck you up." Still smiling calmly, Julie stood up and
moved to the center of the room, motioning Kate towards her. "Bring it on,
honey," she said.

Kate charged at the brunette, trying to throw a looping right at her head. Her
forearm impacted with Julie's rock hard bicep as the brunette blocked the
attack. Before Kate knew what was happening Julie grabbed the front of her
halter top and slammed a fist into the big blonde's midsection, plowing right
through her hard belly, the breath rushing out of her with a loud whoosh. She
started to double over but Julie yanked up hard on Kate's top, keeping her
upright as her naked breasts spilled out from beneath. John's cock swelled
larger seeing the muscle in Julie's ripped bicep rise up; just like when he'd
first laid eyes on Kate. Julie sent the back of her fist across the big
blonde's jaw then followed it quickly with a brutal forward blow to Kate's
cheek. The blonde's head bobbed around as if on a spring. She roughly shoved
Kate back, releasing her grip on the halter top. The big woman stood there for
a few moments, stunned, her top bunched up under her arms, her naked breasts
bouncing around.

She gradually regained her senses and glared hatefully at Julie. "Bitch," she
hissed, "I'll kill you." Julie just smiled. "Come get it, big girl," she
taunted. Kate stepped up and threw a looping right at the brunette's head, but
Julie blocked it and threw a stiff counterpunch to Kate's already bloodied
mouth. The blonde tried a left hook, but it was also easily blocked and
countered by a hard blow to the side of her head. Kate was beside herself; she
couldn't let the bitch embarrass her like this, especially with John watching.
Overwhelmed by pride and anger, she became wild. She telegraphed another right
that the brunette stopped effortlessly, this time answering with a vicious
blow across Kate's already aching jaw. Kate threw a left that Julie countered
with a right to the cheek, then tried a right answered with a left to the
mouth. She made another try and received another counterpunch from Julie. Then
another, and another - Kate's head snapped back and forth, up and down. The
brunette was easily handling the blonde, whose fists were moving slower and
slower as Julie methodically worked over her head and face, gradually wearing
down the big woman.

Finally, totally spent, Kate's muscular arms fell limp at her sides. Blood
trickled from her nose and mouth; and from the split on her right cheek and
the cut over her left eye. She just stood there looking blankly at Julie,
struggling to simply remain standing. "Bitch," she mumbled breathlessly
through her swollen lips, "fucking bitch." Julie looked back over her shoulder
at John and gave him a seductive smile. She cupped her left hand under the
blonde's jaw, measuring the distance while Kate just stood staring at her with
a dazed expression. Then the brunette wound up and sent a bone crunching
uppercut to the point of Kate's chin, snapping the big girl's head back
violently. She staggered back a few steps, then forward, finally dropping to
her knees with a loud moan. She knelt there at Julie's feet, unmoving, gasping
for breath.

Julie stood over her, gazing down at her with smug satisfaction, then slowly
strutted back to the couch, not a single mark on her muscular body. She hadn't
even broken a sweat. She sat next to John and he rolled to one side, his
erection coming into full view. Julie looked down at him and grinned, reaching
over to fondle his stiff cock. "I'm so glad you're enjoying the show, John,"
she said sweetly, "When I'm finished wiping the floor with miss tough girl's
ass, I'm going to be ready to use this again." She turned her attention back
to Kate, who remained on her knees, her top still bunched up over her chest,
her ample breasts heaving.

The big blonde was fighting to clear her head, but the haze was not lifting.
She instinctively reached to pull her top back down, but her hands seemed
detached from her body and she fumbled with the wadded fabric, unable to cover
her exposed chest. She planted one foot on the floor and tried to rise, but
ended up almost falling to her side. She put a hand on the carpet to steady
herself and brought her knee back down. It made the brunette laugh, and she
taunted Kate. "Let me know when you're ready to go again, sweetie."

Again Kate tried to rise, but she ended up falling on all fours. She slid back
onto her knees and stared blankly into the air in front of her. Julie let out
a heavy sigh. "Have I made such a mess of you already? I guess you're going to
need some help." She rose off the couch and moved toward the kneeling,
semi-conscious blonde. "You don't need this anymore," she smiled as she
reached down and grabbed Kate's top, pulling it over her head, forcing Kate's
flailing arms up as she yanked it completely off the beaten girl. She took
hold of Kate's ponytail and used it like a handle to pull her up to her feet.
Moving behind the big woman, she grabbed her shorts at the waistband and
yanked them up hard, effectively holding her now rubbery body up in a standing
position. Kate made a weak attempt to reach back at Julie but she was totally
out of it, unable to resist. Julie pulled back hard on her ponytail and
marched the dazed blonde over to where John now sat upright stroking his hard
on. "Tell me, John, are they real?" Julie asked, shaking Kate's upper body,
making her big breasts bounce around and knock into each other. "They jiggle
like they are." Kate tried again to lift her arms but she was helpless. She
stared off in the distance, a look of anguish on her battered face, choking
back sobs as the tears started. John couldn't remember ever being so turned on
as he was at that moment. "Y-yes, they're real," he answered in a weak voice.
"Oh, good," Julie smiled, "I'd much rather tear up the real things than two
bags of silicone."

Hearing Julie's threat caused a rush of adrenaline to surge through Kate. She
began panting frantically, writhing and twisting to free herself from the
brunette. Julie switched her grip to Kate's flailing arms, effortlessly
forcing them up her back in a brutal double hammer lock. She put her mouth
right up to Kate's ear. "Oh yeah, tough girl," she said menacingly, "I'm gonna
seriously fuck up those tits. I'm gonna make them hurt bad. It's time to pay
for what you did to me." Kate tried with all the strength she had left to free
herself, but it was useless; Julie had completely overpowered her. Keeping
Kate's arms twisted up her back, she spun the struggling blonde around and
forced her back to her knees in front of the end table, then pushed her upper
body forward so her breasts were nine or ten inches away from its hard edge.
Julie turned her head and looked at John. "Watch this," she said with a smile.

Kate knew what was coming. "No," she pleaded breathlessly, "don't ... " but
Julie released her arms and plowed her high-heeled foot into the middle of
Kate's back, brutally slamming her breasts into the table, the sharp, wooden
edge digging deep into the soft tissue. Kate let out a howl as pain like she
had never felt shot through her breasts. She covered her chest with both hands
but Julie reached down and grabbed her wrists, pulling her arms back hard,
forcing her tits out for more punishment. The brunette smiled over at John.
"Look familiar?" she asked in a mocking tone. She planted her foot between the
trembling blonde's shoulder blades, taking her time, finding just the right
spot, toying with her as the big girl whimpered in fear. Then she let go of
Kate's wrists and shoved her chest back into the edge of the table with even
more force than before, knocking it over. Kate shrieked in agony as she
pitched forward onto her hands and knees, gasping for breath, the tears now
streaming down her face.

Julie walked around slowly, casually, and stopped in front of Kate's bowed
head. She stood over her and gazed down at the once powerful dominatrix as she
ran her tongue across her lips. John could sense her sexual arousal, and it
made his cock throb even harder. The brunette reached down and once again
grabbed Kate's ponytail, hauling her upright on her knees. Kate hung there
like a rag doll, choking on her sobs, her tears mixing with the blood
trickling from her lips. Her breasts had two reddish purple lines across them,
one just below her nipples, the other crossing right over them, the skin
indented by the edge of the table. Instinctively, she brought both arms up to
cover her chest as she looked up at Julie with a terrified expression. John
had never known Kate to be afraid of anything or anyone. Seeing her beaten,
kneeling in helpless fear at Julie's feet, turned him on like never before.
"Get up, bitch," Julie commanded, pulling Kate off the floor. The blonde had
lost all pretense of defiance, her aura of power completely shattered by the
vicious beating Julie was giving her. "Please," Kate said in a horse whisper,
"stop. N-no more ... " Julie grabbed the front of Kate's shorts as she rose
and yanked up hard, whisking the blonde to her feet. "Oh, I'm not finished
with them yet, tough girl," she smiled, "not even close. I said you were going
to pay."

Keeping a grip on Kate's shorts, Julie shoved her hard against the wall and
released her hair, causing the blonde's arms to fall away from her chest as
her upper body slumped forward. Julie quickly sent a brutal uppercut to the
bridge of Kate's nose, sending her head and shoulders slamming back against
the wall with a thud, blood spraying down her face. The big girl again fell
forward and Julie met her with a hard right that sank deep into the soft flesh
of Kate's left breast. Kate let out a yelp as she flew back onto the wall and
pitched forward again. Julie stood her back up with a blow to the underside of
her right breast. She cinched up harder on Kate's shorts, the coarse fabric
digging painfully into the big woman's crotch, keeping her on her feet. Kate
slumped back toward her and Julie again plowed her fist into her left breast,
then her right as she bounced forward again, then her left, then her right.
Kate could make no effort to defend herself, bouncing back and forth as the
brunette met every forward lunge with a fist in her breasts, each blow
bringing whimpers and grunts of pain from the big blonde. Julie went on this
way for two or three minutes, keeping Kate upright with punches to her tits,
mercilessly beating them to a pulp as Kate stood there helplessly absorbing
the punishment.

Then Julie let go of Kate's shorts and roughly grabbed a handful of her hair.
The blonde was barely conscious, hanging there against the wall, her battered
chest heaving as she gasped in pain. Julie was breathing heavy, too, but with
excitement and arousal. She pressed her hard, sexy body against Kate, their
faces only an inch or so apart, and smiled as she gazed into the beaten girl's
watery, half-closed eyes. "This is all I've thought about, cunt," she said
softly, "since that day you made me crawl out the door, since you took my life
away from me," she bunched up the shock of Kate's hair she held in her fist
more tightly as she pressed herself harder against the trembling blonde,
"coming back here and getting even ... hurting you ... hurting you real bad."
Kate slowly shook her head from side to side, mumbling incoherently with a
breathless, whining tone, trying to plead with Julie but unable to speak. "I
worked hard getting ready for it," the brunette went on, "I thought about the
pleasure it would give me ... making you my bitch." She rubbed her muscular
thighs together as her excitement grew. "You know what? It makes me even
hotter than I thought it would." She took a half step back, still gripping
Kate's hair tightly, keeping her standing, and drew her arm back. "Using you,"
she said harshly, ripping her fist deep into Kate's six-pack abs. The big girl
let out a pitiful moan as her limp body flailed against the wall. "Humiliating
you," Julie said, slamming another blow into her belly. "Fucking you up," she
spat, driving her fist up under Kate's navel. "Destroying you," she barked as
she plowed her fist deeper into the blonde's defenseless body. The muscular
blonde grunted helplessly with each blow, completely at Julie's mercy.

Julie pulled Kate away from the wall and she fell to her knees, completely
decimated, Julie maintaining the grip on her hair. The brunette turned and
moved toward John with Kate in tow, half crawling, half dragging behind her.
She stood before him with Kate's shattered body kneeling at her feet, and
pointed to the floor. "Get on your knees, John," she ordered him sternly, "and
take off my panties. I'm ready to use your cock again." John felt as if he
would explode. He quickly obeyed, dropping to the carpet and sliding the lacey
garment down Julie's powerful legs, allowing her to step out of it. "Now get
on your back," she commanded as she hoisted Kate's limp body up and clamped
her muscular right arm around the blonde's neck, pressing Kate hard against
her big, firm breast in a rough headlock.

She lowered herself onto John, bringing Kate down with her, and slid his
erection into her wetness. John was on fire; he lifted his ass off the floor
to push his throbbing cock deeper into Julie. "Oh yeah, that's it John," she
purred in a sexy voice. She wrenched Kate's head violently as she pushed back
against his thrusting pelvis, the blonde letting out a muffled whimper as her
limp body flopped around behind Julie. Looking up at the brunette's
magnificent body as she brutalized his once invincible mistress made John
insane with desire. "Look at big tough Kate now, John, she's nothing," Julie
spat, giving the beaten woman's neck a hard twist, "she's a weak, worthless
whore. She's my bitch." She tightened her grip on Kate's head even harder,
thrusting herself with more force against John. "Fuck me hard while I hurt
her," she breathed, "I wanna feel you come." John shoved himself into her with
all his strength. Julie pushed herself down on him, giving Kate's head another
sharp twist, bringing more pathetic sounds of pain and humiliation from the
big blonde. "Oh yeah," John panted, "Oh ... yesss ... " Julie smiled down at
him and began moving her crotch back and forth rapidly, viciously wrenching
Kate's head and neck as the blonde whimpered in pain. "Do it, John," she said,
"pump your hot come into me." John let out a loud moan, bending his knees to
push himself deep into Julie, his throbbing cock shooting its load deep into
her steamy wet pussy.

She rocked herself back and forth gently on him, letting him finish spurting
the last few drops into her. When he finally relaxed she smiled down at Kate,
whose face was half buried in Julie's breast. "Mmmm," she cooed, "he came so
hard inside me, bitch. He likes watching you suffer as much as I do." Julie
rose slowly to her feet, dragging Kate up with her. "Now that I'm all full of
his gooey come, you can suck my pussy, Kate. You can clean me up with your
mouth." Kate's whimpers grew louder, and Julie gave her neck another yank. "Oh
yes, you're gonna suck his come out of me, like a good bitch." Julie grabbed
the big girl's hair with both hands and forced her head down, pulling her face
into her dripping crotch. Kate was panting frantically, trying her best to
resist, but she was no match for Julie. The brunette nuzzled Kate's mouth and
nose into her wet slit, then lowered herself to her knees, straddling the
blonde's face. "Suck, bitch," she commanded, yanking up hard on Kate's hair,
"suck his come out of me, or I'll cripple you." Beaten, degraded, terrified,
Kate obediently did as she was told. John watched in awe as the muffled sounds
of Kate slurping his juice out of Julie's hole and gulping it down filled the
room. Julie rocked gently back and forth, fondling her nipples as she neared
her own climax. "That's right, bitch," she gasped, "suck it. Lick me." She
gasped loudly as she came hard in Kate's face, grinding her crotch into the
helpless woman, arching her back as the waves of pleasure swept over her. She
took her time, savoring the moment, still rubbing the blonde's face in her
pussy long after her orgasm faded.

When she was finished, she stood up and gazed down at Kate with satisfaction.
The once fierce dominatrix lay powerless at Julie's feet, whimpering
pathetically, her muscular body bruised and bloody, a shell of her former
self. Julie smiled over at John, who was looking at her with a mix of fear and
desire. He knew she would never forgive him, that he had only traded one harsh
mistress for another, but the sight of Kate being so totally dominated pleased
him, and he longed to watch Julie finish her. "Go on, Julie," he said, "make
her crawl, like she did to you. Make her crawl out the door." The brunette
chuckled as she reached down and grabbed another handful of Kate's hair,
pulling her beaten body back up on its knees. "Why no, John," she said
sweetly, roughly shaking Kate's head.

"Like I said, she's my bitch, now. I'm going to keep her."