Belle The theater was dark as I entered, the technician playing with the lights, adjusting the brightness slightly. I was 20 minutes early, and it surprised me they had already set up the booth, and were testing. I was the new technician for the high school theater, my track and field season had ended, so I chose to do this for my senior year elective. I walked slowly up the long stairway to the booth at the top, seeing a few people already gathering and taking seats in the audience, the show not starting for another 30 minutes. I was here to meet with another senior, who had been the technician for the last 2 years. They were to train me so I could help cover, as they had sports events coming up and would need replacements for some dates, I was told. When I reached the top, I knocked a few times and waited at the locked door. I waited, expecting one of the teachers. When the door opened, however, a stern looking blonde with a sharp jaw, furrowed brow and large blue eyes was standing there. She looked like Michelle Pfeifer mixed with the female hulk, a large girl from what I could see, and she didn't look happy. "What do you want?" She asked, a low, raspy voice that was sexy and mature. "I'm the new tech, are you the student from central?" I asked, stepping toward the door and trying to enter. "Stop," she said sternly, stepping into the door frame so I could see more of her body. She wore a white "wife beater" t-shirt that looked three sizes too small, and a pair of dark blue cotton athletic shorts that clung to her thighs. She was muscular and tall, and very, very well endowed. "Take off your shoes first, I keep it very clean in here." She said commandingly, pointing at a seat and storage unit near the entrance. I apologized, and discarded my shoes. This left me in my low socks, a pair of basketball shorts, and my t- shirt. When I was finished she had disappeared into the tech room, leaving the door open. I entered quietly, looking around. There was a large couch and futon side by side on the wall, a few wooden chairs, and the technician panel overlooking the stage behind a large pane of glass. The carpeted room looked fairly new, and expensive. The girl was sitting in one of the wooden chairs, and I had just caught her in the act of stretching, her back arched over the wooden chair. Her white undershirt did nothing to conceal her massive, perky breasts pointing upward as she arched, her long, thick legs straightened and flexing, thick lines of definition present. "Close the door, this room is entirely sound proof, but you have to close and lock it." She said, slightly grinning to herself, but with the serious demeanor present. I think she had noticed me gawking at her. I did as she said, slowly closing the door and letting the latch engage quietly, and started to turn around when I ran into a wall that wasn't there a second ago. The girl was the wall I had ran into, my face embarrassingly slamming into her massive left shoulder, and I suddenly realized that she was nearly half a foot taller than my five ten frame. She was fucking huge, and built like a truck. "I'm Belle, " she said, putting her hand out with a serious, stern face. "You must be the new guy. " I reacted slowly, sizing her up. Her forearm was easily the size of my upper arm, veins slightly visible over the defined mass, and her hand was feminine, but bigger than my own. When I grabbed her hand to shake it, it enveloped mine, but she had a soft, warm hand, medium sized dark blue nails, and she gripped firmly. I felt her squeeze, the power evident, just briefly, then relaxed and released. The grip and force of the power she displayed in her hand slightly unnerved me. "I'm Jeremy, the new guy, as stated." I looked up at her, still amazed at how BIG she was... simply a massive human being, and she seemed to own it unlike many taller girls who would slouch or cover their size. She stood tall and proud, and obviously had worked hard to get bigger. "Hmm. Hope you last." She said as she walked over to the control station. "The show starts in fifteen minutes. It's a three hour event, with a fiteen minute intermission. You do not touch ANYTHING unless I tell you." She said this as she set some programs up on the timer. I was confused, I was here for training, but she clearly didn't want to teach me. "So, if I don't touch anything, how am I to learn?" I asked. Belle turned, walked to me with her intense gaze, took one big arm and wrapped it around to the back of my head and neck. "You're here for me." She said. "Belle... wha..." was all I was able to say before she flung me across the room, a terrifying gesture because she did it easily, and I slammed hard against the couch. "I said you're here for me, cutey." Bell said as she walked up to me before I could rise, and punched me hard in the stomach. "Urgghhh, what the fuck...." I muttered, keeling over onto my knees in front of the couch. Belle pushed me back onto my butt in the floor, my back against the couch, head just resting above the seat cushion. She leaned a leg over and around me, seating herself behind me on the couch, and her tan legs came up fast and draped themselves over my shoulders. I tried to sit up while she did this, and her powerful hand grabbed my throat, pulling me back against the couch and sitting me back down on the ground. "You are only here to be my plaything. I am going to hurt you for the next three hours, or more. I will break your body, and your will." Her legs tightened as she said this, straightening out as her massive thighs collapsed on my neck. She released my throat with her hand, only to lock in her legs tighter against my neck. She held her legs straight, not even locked at the ankles, and continued talking while my neck was trapped. "I want to remind you that the room is sound proof, that even when you scream, and you will, quite a bit, no one will hear you. The door locks from the inside, and raping and humiliating boys like you is my new favorite passion." She said, tightening her thighs as she flexed her muscular body to the tone of her threats. My mind was reeling. A second ago I was aroused and attracted to her, now... I was genuinely afraid for my life and confused... I was only here for tech work, not this insane shit. I started to pull on her legs, trying to speak and only croaking and making little squeak noises as my throat was smashed by her velvet and steel thighs. She grabbed my wrists, yanking them back with such force that I arched my back slightly into her, trying to releive the pressure on my shoulders. Belle had opened her legs wide when she pulled my arms back. I wasn't going anywhere with her grip on my wrists, and I saw her legs on each side of my head flexing as she straightened them out, toes pointed. Her calves were thick and well defined, bulging to massive proportion as she flexed. I was scared, remembering her words and tried to sound tough, failing as my voice cracked, "What are you doi..." I failed to complete the sentence, and my world became tan, smooth muscular thighs as she brought her powerful legs together. Belle held her legs perfectly straight, her inner thighs tight against my neck, her thighs ballooning in the movement. With my arms trapped in her grip, and her thighs over my shoulders crushing my neck, I couldn't budge at all. I sat on the floor, pulling uselessly against her as she squeezed and flexed over me. She then spread her legs out in a v shape, wide open. I started to speak again, demanding her to stop, but before I even got the first word out, she brought her legs back together, her meaty thighs compressing against my neck and jaw. She wasn't slamming them, just bringing them out in a splits motion, and back together and flexing hard the entire time. It was like my body was her excersize machine she was using to pump her legs up. I was scared thinking of the possibility of her locking her ankles and flexing this hard, it would do some real damage with the size and power she possessed. Belle spoke to me through the scissoring motion, in a sultry, confident tone. "Mmm. Your neck feels good. My last plaything had no muscle. I can really fucking squeeze you, little bitch ... " She squeezed her legs together, holding them tight against my neck, flexing enormously and shaking slightly with her physical exertion. I was in agony, flopping my legs around on the carpet like a fish out of water when I felt her release my arms, and relax her thighs. I gasped for air, sweating a little already from desperately trying to break free. The thick, powerful woman behind me sighed and said to herself, "That was a perfect warm-up, Five minutes to showtime though. Going to have to put you down early." Once I had regained my composure, I tried pulling her thighs draped over my shoulders off, not budging an inch and terrified that my arms could barely reach around them in a futile attempt at freedom. I said, in a begging voice, "You can't do this, why are you hurting me? I don't even know you! " Belle stood, holding me down by my shoulders and placing both of her legs on the sides of my own. Standing with her ass in front of my face, she bent over and put both of her legs behind her, wrapping them again around my neck, but this time with her ass in my face, her arms planted on my thighs, holding me down and herself up horizontally. I struggled against this, being a decent wrestler and athlete I could usually hold my own, but her limbs controlled mine easily, the strength and size difference evident in her movements. She was quick and adept with her actions, an energy that was like eagerness in her physical domination of me. Belle ignored me as I was pulling on her thighs, her legs slightly bent and open, but with one ankle behind my head, the other leg straight, resting on the couch. I was held down by her weight and had my face pushed right into her crotch, her shorts tightly wrapped around a thick, curvaceous, muscular ass. If I wasn't terrified, I would be loving the view. "I can - and will do anything I want with you. You are mine, and there is nothing you can do." Belle said to me, adjusting herself as my head was pulled deeper into her crotch. "I enjoy hurting you. I am going to break you slowly, and rape you. For the next three hours, or more, you are mine." My face and head were suddenly buried in solid, warm muscle, her ass and thighs smothering me, and she locked the leg behind my head so her calf pulled my head in deeper. Her other leg locked behind that, pulling the calf even tighter to me, she bent her knee and then reached back with her hand and grabbed that ankle. This was a figure four lock, a tight and humiliating hold that was hard to break, and her strength and lack of any concern for me made this impossible. I struggled for air beneath her, all my senses gone, my neck compressed by her massive thighs and my face asphyxiated by her ass and pussy. I could feel her, hot and moist on my lips, grinding onto my face as I suffered. Belle alternated between squeezing tight, my vision completely blocked until she would release, allowing me a small amount of air and a blink of vision before flexing again, burying me again inside her. It was devastating. I felt myself growing weaker, I was trying desperately to breathe and survive as she toyed with me. She would pull her hips up and relax as I gasped for air, then flex her thighs and glutes into rock solid, dense muscle, completely smothering me in a humiliating, powerful squeeze. She did this for what felt like hours, squeezing, pulsing, grinding on me. Her pussy became wet and hotter, excited from this domination of me, an I felt her using my face to rub harder and deeper inside her. After an eternity of this forced rape on her new victim with her creative hold, she straightened her thighs, locking her ankles together. I had a brief moment of air, then her thighs began to crush my neck, her ass enveloping my mouth and nose again as her glutes flexed into solid masses. I felt her move down to her elbows, her huge breasts literally resting on my crotch as she arched her back and tilted her legs skyward. This pulled my head down toward her, straining my neck and back as she dragged me down in her muscular trap. I watcher as her back flexed enormously in this arched position, her elbows resting on my thighs, casually laying there. She turned her head to the left, looking back and I saw the side of her face... Her cheeks were flushed, a full pair of lips slightly open, gasping in an "O-face" of pleasure. She was enjoying this more than I had imagined, with her wet pussy grinding with intensity on my face. I watched for a brief moment as she bit her lip, eyebrows furrowing, and then I felt the exertion her face was illustrating. Her thighs became steel pillars, ass slamming into solid rock as she exerted her strength. I was in pure agony. This glorious woman, with her athletic body, pretty but serious face, and massive breasts and muscles was destroying me. And she was enjoying it. I felt Belle shaking with the effort of her powerful body squeezing the life out of me. I watched her put her head forward and down, clawing the carpet with her blue nails, her back and traps flexing with power as I started to pass out. My arms clawed at her gigantic thigh muscles, and I felt my neck and jaw pop as I fell into unconsciousness. When I awoke, Belle was at the terminal, the show had started, scene one playing out on the stage. I had been tied with my hands behind my back to some piping in the corner of the room, and realized my clothes were gone, and I was only left in my boxers. "I can hear your breathing changed, so I know you're awake." Belle said over her shoulder. I was really scared now, but could do nothing. Belle turned and looked at me, hands on her hips, looking even bigger than before. She was insanely attractive, a glorious, curvaceous body to die for, but packed with muscle. She had full lips, dark blue eyes and thick blonde hair. Yet I knew how terrifying she was now, and I wondered how many of "me" she had done this to before. "You're probably thinking about how painful and terrifying that experience was." Belle said, walking toward me. "How crazy I must be to do that to you." She was directly in front of me, her breasts huge and jutting into my face. "You understand now that I will hurt you. I enjoy hurting you, I like hearing your sounds of pain, I like to hear you beg." She was rubbing my cheek now, and placed one big, muscular arm between my legs. "I know you find me attractive, and i know you're aware of how powerful my body is." Belle said this close enough for me to smell her warm breath, like cherry soda. She said it as she grabbed the piping behind me with the arm between my legs and then lifted upwards. She slid her hand up the pipe, her thick, muscular forearm underneath my crotch, and lifted me off the ground. Her bicep and forearm consumed my dick and balls, flexing massively as she held me, her body now pressing against mine. "I know you want me, but I'm going to take you." Belle whispered in my ear, her body smashing me now into the corner. "I'm going to destroy your body, and use you for my pleasure. You're my little bitch, and there isn't anything you can do." "Belle, please don't hurt me anymore." I said, lips quivering and voice shakey. She smiled and said "That's right, beg for me. I will never stop, but you will beg and plead for me to end the humiliation, the dominance of your body and mind. Then.." Belle started flexing her forearm and bicep in my crotch, massaging my balls as I was lifted into her face, inches from her lips, then lowered down to her tits as she pressed them into me, smothering me in her cleavage. "Then.." she continued, "You will beg me to fuck you, to release the tension I cause you. You're scared, and confused, but you're mine, and your dick obeys me, just as your body. Her arm bulging on my dick, lips full and brushing against my own and huge tits smothering me had an instant effect. My dick started to swell in my boxers onto her forearm, the flex of her bicep and hardness making it grow and throb. I couldn't resist, literally had no control at all over any of the situation, my body, or even my mind at this point. I was completely aroused, yet terrified of her. "No, please Belle, stop!" I said, weakly, trying to fight it. She moaned, and kissed my neck, bit my ear lightly, making it so much worse. "Beg." Belle said, and then kissed me on the lips, her mouth warm and inviting, full lips smothering me, her tongue powerful and forcing my own tongue around. In between kisses and the breathing I suddenly desperately needed, I did as she said. I begged and pleaded for her to let me go, to stop teasing me and please oh please not to hurt me anymore. It had the opposite effect. It fueled her passion, her powerful body flexing and bulging as she continue to rape and molest me, becoming more and more aggressive. Belle suddenly dropped me, and I almost fell to the floor, my legs shaking and wobbly from the disorienting power of this woman's assault. She pulled her white tank top up and over her head, her breasts covered in a lacey white bra, massive tan cleavage above thick, defined abs. She flexed, her muscles exploding in front of my puny body, displaying a feminine height of power and size. She was fucking massive, and yet incredibly sexy at the same time. Belle bent over, sliding her shorts off, doing a little leg dance to work them down over her meaty, defined, and thick legs. She kicked off her shoes and socks, and tossed her discarded clothes onto the couch. She was wearing a pair of tight, light blue boy shorts, lacey and soft looking, her tan legs flaring out from below them, a hard stomach and v-shape oblique outline above the skimpy lingerie. She walked up to me again, smashing me into the wall and pipe with her body, leaning in and pressing her powerful body into mine. Her thigh between my legs, arms behind mine, she started to release my arms with what I realized was my own belt, restraining me. I felt my wrists come free, and my stiff arms moved to Belle, slightly resting on her shoulders, the muscle more dense and harder to the touch than I expected. I started to beg again, afraid but also incredibly turned on, wanting more of her body, but knowing that she could... And apparently would... Continue to punish me. My air left my body, instant pain all the way through to my back as Belle sunk a powerful, fast upper cut into my stomach and diaphragm. I would have collapsed, but she held me, my breath gone in one powerful hit. With a quiet "hurrgnnn" noise, I fell into her shoulders and arms, my face resting on her breasts as she held me up, guiding me towards the middle of the room. I was coughing and sputtering, a little bit of my own spit had fallen onto her tan breast. She felt this, and looked down, grabbing my face, smashing my face and cheeks as she pushed me in front of the spot where my spit had landed. "Lick it off of me, bitch. Now." Belle said in a threatening, commanding voice. Apparently her clean freak nature also applied to when she was destroying her victim, and I licked it off of her quickly for fear of reprisal. "Do not make a mess, bitch. This is your one and only warning." Belle said, and then slapped me hard across the mouth. She grabbed me by the back of my neck, and I fought against her, afraid of the next powerful hit. We danced together, my arm holding onto her big, veiny forearm, the other trying to predict and deflect the next hit, as she slapped and punched me, body shots and slaps landing hard on my smaller, weaker frame. She grabbed the base of my head where it met my neck with both arms, then started striking with knees to my ribs, my thighs, and stomach. She wasn't using full power, but each shot nearly crippled me, giving me dead legs in the leg strikes and knocking the wind out of my body. I held onto her powerful arms, watching her evil grin play across her pouty lips, her breasts heaving and bouncing with the onslaught. She suddenly grabbed and pulled my one arm with her own, bringing it to her hip. In the same motion, she grabbed me in a headlock with her other arm, huge breast on my cheek. Her hip went into my stomach and she straightened her legs and twisted in a hip toss, my body following the motion as I flew over her, landing hard on my back. "Ghhoooff..." was the sound I made, hitting hard on the carpet, Belle's hardened body landing on top of me. She didn't hesitate for even a second, her body climbing over mine, still stunned. Belle flung her leg over my body, mounting me and entangling her legs with mine, grabbing both of my arms and pinning them to the ground. "Belle what the f..." I started to say, then lost my breathe again as she drove her hips and pelvis into my diaphragm, high up on me. My legs were trapped and spread wide, her breasts right above my face as she slammed again into my body with her powerful thighs and glutes thrusting and flexing, grinding me into the carpet. She was slamming hard, bouncing off of me, humping my body with her own, and I struggled to breathe and break my arms and legs free from her iron grip, to no avail. Belle continued the pressure, pounding alternately, sometimes fast, hard, and powerful, her body dominating me completely, and then she would pause and hold tight against me. I could feel her legs straighten, spreading mine awkwardly, her thighs and glutes flexing enormously and compressing my ribs and lungs, her pussy hot and wet through the panties. She looked down at me, taunting and teasing me as she smashed into my body, "Yeah bitch, struggle. Fight my hips. Give me your pathetic," She slammed, "weak," slam, "submission. Give into me, give me your breath." Belle said this as she released my arms, still flexing and holding onto my lower body, her figure shaking slightly with powerful exertion, and leaned down onto my face. Her huge breasts enveloped my face and head, and she wrapped her bulking, powerful arms around the back of my head. I was immediately smothered, panicking as I pulled on her arms, pushing on her back and sides. Her body was fucking hard as stone, muscles flexing beneath the skin as she continued to dominate me. I screamed into her mass, a muffled, pathetic cry that she seemed to enjoy as I heard her laugh above me. "What's wrong baby boy?" Belle said, squeezing harder onto my trapped head, buried in her huge tits. "You wanted these, didn't you? These solid, big titties?" As she said this, she started humping me again, thrusting hard and fast. I was terrified. Being smothered was scarier than a blood choke, because I had no way of getting air at all as she dominated me. "Go to sleep little boy, when you wake up again, you'll wake up to me, and we continue your suffering. I slowly passed into oblivion again, my body weak and helpless against her. I awoke again with a pounding headache, and Belle was sitting up on top of me, straddling my lower body. Her thighs flared hugely, contrasting my small frame with her muscular enormity, and her tan against my pale white stomach. She was massaging my crotch, a large hand groping me, balls and cock enveloped in her grip. She looked down at me, slightly arched back as she reached behind her, raping me. "Hey, little bitch. Did you get a nice nap?" Belle teased, groping with vigor, her fingers teasing my asshole, pressing against it as I writhed, her nails lightly grazing my balls. I was already somewhat hard, and started to react to her against my will. "Belle, please, fucking PLEASE, I can't take it." I pleaded, grasping at her arm, trying hard to stop her powerful rape, afraid of her excitement that I had already experienced. I knew the more excited she got, the more pain I was to endure. She slapped me again, laughing. "That's right bitch. Beg. I love it. You're so fucking perfectly my slave, and it seems..." She paused, my dick throbbing in her powerful grip, "seems like you might have a nice, big cock on that puny frame." My lips were swollen from the slapping and her grinding, muscular facial rape. I fought against her to no avail, desperately trying to stop her. Belle leaned in, moving her other hand to my throat, whispering to me, "Soon, you'll be begging me for more, begging for me to hurt you and be dominated. You already want me to own you, to consume you with my glorious, powerful body." I was lost, the feeling of her grip was insanely good, her body hard against mine, pussy hot and moist on my stomach. She started flexing her glutes, and I felt her contract on my dick and balls, the muscles dancing and massaging me even more with her hand still grasping my crotch. My cock was full, throbbing against her powerful grip, pressing deep into her huge, muscular ass. I felt her reacting, sliding back onto my cock and rubbing her pussy against it, my boxers against her smooth, tight panties. "Mmm, I'm so glad you came today. You're my perfect little bitch, aren't you?" She asked this, rubbing her fingers against my swollen lips, leaning over me. She slapped me again, and squeezed hard on my dick and balls. "You fucking answer me, toy. Say you're my bitch." Belle said, her face angry yet still gorgeous in her menacing expression. I fought, scared to death but with pride forcing me to deny her this, as she slowly took everything else from me. "Belle, no, God damn it... Stop, please!" I whimpered, tears filling my eyes from the pain, my cock still hard in her punishing grip. She slapped me again, demanding my submission. "Say you're my bitch, little boy. You have no choice, no identity left, not even as a man, beneath my ownership of you. You're just a little bitch." She said this as she reached down into my boxer shorts, her hand on my throat again, bicep and forearm flexing above me, her breasts heaving with her motions. She plunged deep into my underwear, lifting my balls and squeezing and pressing into them, as I felt her finger on the edge of my asshole. "No please, NO!" I begged, realizing what she was doing, and watched her face smile in an evil grin as she slowly pushed and penatrated her finger into me. I fucking squealed, an animalistic, pathetic sound as she pushed deeper into me, massaging my insides with her powerful finger. "Oooo, I like that sound, little bitch. You're really suffering, but it's strange," she teased, raping me with her hand and finger, her ass enveloping and still flexing on my cock. "it's strange, you're begging me to stop and fighting me with your inferior body, but it sure seems like you enjoy it. Do you like being my little bitch?" Belle released my throat and sat back, easing her hips off of me, her thigh muscles defined as she raised up. She adjusted her panties, sliding them to the side. I could see her shaved, wet pussy as she lowered herself, still raping my ass and balls with her hand. She slid down, her hot pussy pressing against my tip. She worked herself onto me, even with my arms pressing against her massive thighs and hips, struggling to stop her. She started to wrap her wet, hot pussy lips around my cock, just on the edge of penatration, her hips gyrating and working me into her, her finger and hand working my ass and balls. I was crying now, begging desperately. Belle slapped me again as she released her panties, and I tasted blood. "Beg for me, bitch. That's right. I'm going to fuck your brains out, and there isn't anything you can do to stop me." Belle said, taking more and more of me inside of her, simultaneously pressing her finger deeper into my ass. She pressed her hand against my face, a degrading, humiliating position of dominance as she squeezed my swollen lips together. She wiped my tears and a drop of blood from my face and mouth, drawing them up into her sexy, full lips, and licking them from her fingers. Her eyes rolled back slightly, sucking on her fingers. She whispered in a husky voice, "your tears and blood taste fucking delicious, little bitch. Mmmph." Belle grunted, slamming her hot, wet pussy down onto me, my throbbing dick buried deep inside of her. I was flailing now, moaning and crying openly as she raped me, burying her finger deeper in me, her hand pressing on my balls, which lifted them into her flexing, clenching as she pushed her finger in. I felt her pussy tighten on me, the power of every inch of her body reacting to her will with complete control, and removing my own will, my ability to control anything. "Suffer, bitch!" Belle screamed, slapping me now, back and forth as she fucked my dick, the sensation of mind-bending pleasure mixed with fear and pain consuming me. She was riding me hard, her rape an incredible experience that I couldn't handle, and even with her slapping me, I was close to climax. She punished me, teasing me and mocking me as she fucked her toy. "Come for me, bitch, you like getting fucking raped, don't you? Come inside me, little boy." She said this as she fucked me harder, grinding me into the carpet with her powerful body. Her breasts danced and heaved above me as she looked down on me, her face alight with pleasure as she destroyed me. Just before I came, she clenched down hard with her pussy, her thighs flexing and defined with the effort, and said, "What's wrong? Is that too tight? Does that hurt, little bitch?" She held me tight, crushing me until my cock had subsided a bit, her hand on my throat again as I struggled and pulled against her massive arm. She started riding me again, relaxing her hot pussy and finger fucking me in the ass even harder. "Come for me, little bitch, or I'll really hurt you." She said, slapping me again and again, my swollen mouth now bleeding openly, tears flowing down my face, whimpering through my bloody lips. "Shhh," she said in a sexy tone, changing her demeanor, leaning down with a soft expression. She was riding my cock, up and down, pulsating her vagina with powerful, expert control. "It's ok, baby" she whispered, moaning as she rode me, her hand still raping me, my balls bulging underneath her massive glutes. "Come for me, baby, I won't hurt you anymore. There, feel that hot pussy, mmph....yessss...ohhh." she moaned in a sexy, sultry voice, breathing heavily, her massive breasts expanding above me. She licked the blood from my lips, sucking and kissing on them, her tongue lapping up my tears as my cock throbbed harder than ever inside her tight pussy. She kissed me deeply, moaning into me, her tongue pushing mine around. Belle then started to suck on my tongue, and as she rode my cock, the violation of my ass and her incredible body consuming mine, I started to climax again. She sucked, fingered, and fucked me like it was the end of the world, my body and mind under her possession. Suddenly, she flexed her pussy again, clamping down hard and shoving her finger deeper into me. Her ass flexed as well, my balls crushed between her bowling ball sized glutes. She leaned back, sucking hard on my tongue, feeling like she would rip it out with her powerful kiss. Belle pulled me up by my tongue in a sitting position, my arms gripping her wide, muscular back and shoulders, holding on for dear life. I felt her reach back with one hand, unclasping her bra. She let my tongue go, and pulled her hand out of me, an insane feeling of pleasure that was humiliating. "Sit up." she said, and I placed my arms on the ground to my sides, her naked breasts perky and massive before me, small pink nipples on huge, voluptuous curves. She was still riding my dick, as I had been stopped from coming again, painfully dominated in this degrading tease. She pulsed and flexed on me, bringing me to full size once again. "Good little bitch, don't worry, I won't hurt you anymore." She said, lifting her hands behind my head, wrapping her bra slowly around my neck. She pulled it tight, the fabric soft but strong, and began to pull it tighter, constricting my airway. I pulled on her hands and lingerie, struggling against her as she continued to rape my dick, pulling tighter and tighter on my throat. "It's okay, I'll be gentle, and make you feel all better," she whispered, one hand holding powerfully onto the bra around my choking neck. Belle continued slapping me, my swollen lips bleeding more, drooling blood onto her bare breasts. "Don't cry baby, just come for me, mmm, yeah, doesn't that feel good?" She moaned, tightening her grip, my breathe completely constricted, as she started slamming her hips up and down onto me, slapping me through my flailing, useless arms. This degrading, agonizing mind fuck had me even more terrified. Her words contrasting with the agony she was causing me. Through the lack of oxygen and pain, I felt myself beginning to climax once again, and her body increased the power of her rape, reacting to my throbbing, helpless arousal. She pulled me toward her, relaxing the grip enough so I could breathe, her tits now slapping me in the face as she lifted on the upstroke, slamming harder and harder onto my dick. "I own you, little bitch. Say it." Belle said to me, her commanding and aggressive voice back to normal. I cried openly, her perfect tits covered in my blood and tears, writhing into her passionate rape. "Belle, I'm your bitch, please, please stop hurting me! " I choked. I begged and pleaded, and she fucked me harder and faster, her body flexing enormously with the display of dominance and sexual power. "Say it again, bitch, say you fucking love me raping you. Say you want more." she said, sliding her hand back down between my ass, her finger finding me again, sliding easily into my punished asshole. I was screaming, desperately trying to breathe and survive this torture and simultaneous pleasure, "Please, Belle! I love being your little bitch, I love your finger raping my ass, I'm your slave, I'm your little toy, please, fuck me, destroy my pathetic body!" Her face changed, a new expression of complete satisfaction and lust, her pouty, full lips open, breathing heavily. She started spasming, her ass and pussy clenching down, crushing my dick and balls as she came on top of me, pulling her bra tight into her, burying my face deep into her tits, as she moaned her satisfaction. I was denied again as she used my body for her own release, my dick shrinking from the pain and pressure. Belle's unrelenting squeezing as she was riding out her orgasm, massive breasts asphyxiating me, and lingerie still wrapped tight around my neck brought me to unconsciousness once again. I awoke staring at the ceiling, completely naked now, my body ravaged and exhausted. Belle stood above me, still in only her panties, a light coat of sweat glazing her powerful, tan physique. She kicked me in the ribs, hard, and I coughed, slowly reacting to reality again. "Stand up, my little bitch. I have work to do." Belle said, and I moved as fast as my weakened body would allow. She grabbed my arm, walked behind me and placed her other arm under and between my legs, grasping my penis and testicle again which were now naked and exposed to her powerful grip. She bent me backward over her shoulders, holding my arm tight as leverage, and stood. I was draped over her, my left arm trapped in her grip, pulled down near her chest. My right arm and legs dangled in space as I looked down over my body, her head next to my ribs, breasts massive and heaving as she held me easily on her shoulders. She had her right hand between my legs, playing with my balls lightly, stroking them with her nails as she walked to the terminal, my back in agonizing pain. She released my dick, body still facing the ceiling as I watched her press a few buttons and execute the intermission function, perfectly on time with the performance. I was vividly aware that she was dominating and humiliating me in this room against my will, and also operating as a technician perfectly, unknown to the crowd below. Her control and complete power over me was a casual thing, as she was able to time and focus on her work while completely destroying my body, degrading me and crushing my will. With perfect efficiency, she finished her work, returning her hand to my dick, and released my left arm, her hand moving to my neck, pulling down on my throat, my body still draped over her broad, muscular shoulders. She took a deep breath, flexing her traps and back wide as she pulled down on my neck, compressing my throat and windpipe, her fingers like steel. She held me tight between my legs, her massive arm holding my lower body in place, the muscle bulging between my thighs as she toyed with my aching, swollen cock. I was in agony, both my hands clawing and struggling against her grip, my body stretched to the max as I felt myself begin to become erect again, unable to stop my arousal despite the agonizing, humiliating position. Belle walked to the center of the room again, pumping me hard and fast in her hand, holding me easily on her back. I felt her move downward, squatting low with my body on her shoulders, and started doing repetitions, my body bouncing painfully as she sprang back up. "Belle, please, God, stop! You're breaking my spine!" I cried with a sore voice, barely able to speak as she had adjusted her grip. Belle responded, continuing her workout, easily squatting me, barely even breathing hard as she held me above her. "Yes, my little bitch," she said, "beg to me. I am your God. I will give and take from you, and you cannot stop me. I will please you, and then make you suffer for as long as I want." She squeezed hard on my dick, fully erect now despite the pain and humiliation, and said "With this, your pretty lips and your pathetic begging as I ruin you, I have decided to keep you. I enjoy hurting you, and you are mine until I break you or as long as I want. Now, bitch, beg for me." Belle flexed hard, pulling down on my throat with insane strength, now jacking me off hard and fast, my cock pulsing in her grip, again desperate and ready for release. She kept up her repetitions, and added calf raises, bouncing me and adding to the already unbearable suffering. Just as I was about to come again, she locked her hand tight on my cock and balls, crushing them painfully and denying me once more. I felt tears streaking down my face again, unable to even breathe, much less scream from the degrading position I was in. I was her puppet, and my mind was slowly falling into madness. She relaxed her grip on my throat and crotch, and let me slide off of her shoulders, crashing to the floor. I was coughing, sputtering and whimpering, my back in shambles and my dick aching with full, swollen balls. I pleaded, a slobbering mess now, on my hands and knees, begging for this woman to stop, "Please, fuck, please, Belle, my God just let me go, I can't take this anymore." She walked over to me, her panties hanging in her hand, still moist from her pussy. "Wipe up your tears and blood off of the floor, now." She demanded, grabbing my hair and pulling my face up. She stuffed her panties into my mouth, her sweet juices still warm and wet, cramming the fabric deep into my throat. I forced myself not to gag, and heard her say, "Keep that in your fucking mouth, bitch, or I will really hurt you," as she kicked me, toppling me over with the force. "Wipe it all up with your face, and clean it good. Then crawl to the door." I used her wet panties to clean my own tears and small drops of blood, hiding it as best I could in the carpet. I finished wiping, afraid that there wasn't a possible "good enough" for Belle. I started crawling toward the door, and realized it was open, voices coming up the stairs from the audience below, still in intermission. Belle stood behind it, holding the door open, grinning as she watched me crawl. I froze, and heard Belle say, "You're free to go, if you wish. No more pain, no more torture. But also, no more of this." She said, flexing and massaging her massive, curvy, perfect body. My dick throbbed painfully, watching her caress and massage her muscles, her breasts, bending and dancing in a sexual, perfect motion. I glanced at the door, naked and beaten, my swollen lips and cock throbbing with pain. I was tempted to bolt right then, but then I looked back at Belle, and froze. She was fucking perfect, a model of rare human specimen where every inch of her seemed molded, like a Greek goddess, rippling with power and femininity. "If you leave," Belle said, it will be as you are, naked and beaten. You will have to face all of those people, and trust me, you won't be telling them what happened." She walked toward me, the door still open. I could've screamed, called for help, or even ran...but I hesitated. "You know you want this, even though I am breaking you. I already own you, and there isn't anything you can do." She walked toward me, standing in front of me, her massive thighs spread wide, hands on her hips, looking down at her prey. I whimpered and began to cry, sobbing pitifully as she pulled me up by my chin, her beautiful face glowing with excitement, smiling with a sadistic, sinister look in her eyes. "Beg me to keep you here. Beg me to fuck you, rape you, and destroy you. Beg me to bring you over and over to the edge, to find only more suffering. Beg to worship me, little bitch." Belle said, adjusting her panties in my mouth, pushing more of the lingerie in. I mumbled through the cloth, her juices still ripe on my tongue. " Please Belle, fuck... Please be my goddess, please hurt me, tease me and... " I looked into her eyes, her ownership of me entirely and completely superior, "rape me, Goddess. Make me suffer while you ruin me." She dropped my head, slammed the door closed and locked it, walking to the terminal again. She pulled a roll of duct tape out and pulled a piece of it off the roll, her arms flexing in the motion. She kicked me in the stomach again, rolling me over, and straddled me, standing high above me as she started stuffing her panties deeper in my mouth. I had trouble breathing with the soft material blocking my airway, and she pressed the duct tape over my mouth, locking it shut with her wet, soft panties inside. "Now, my perfect little bitch, the real show begins." Belle said, lifting me off the floor and slamming me against the couch, stomach hanging over the arm of the couch, legs on the ground and my head bent over the cushions. To be continued...