Belle 2


Belle pressed me over the couch, bendng me over harshly as I breathed
through my nose, my mouth covered in duct tape and filled with her soft
lingerie. "Do not move." Belle commanded, walking again to the terminal and
reaching into a backpack on the floor.

She placed the duct tape on the shelf, and pulled an object like a belt out
of her bag, her naked body perfect, terrifyingly muscular, and curvaceous.
So quickly I had been broken by her powerful, sadistic behavior. I had the
chance to escape and end it all... But I knew I was already hers.

I was shaking, fearful of her beyond anything ever in my life, desperate to
find a way to please her, to stop my suffering, but knowing that only
suffering would please her, and that I would have to endure more from her
perfect, incredible body. She was capable of any physical control over me,
and with her sadistic mind, she created a world of agony and humiliation
that I was incapable of even believing I could escape.

Belle walked back over, her gigantic, curvaceous body silhouetted with the
stage lights behind her shining through. My dick throbbed at the sight, a
perfect body with a sinister mind. She stepped behind me, and punched me
hard in the ribs.

Belle spoke in her firm, aggressive tone again, "You may think you chose
this, but from the minute I saw you, all choice was gone." She punched me
again, this time below my ribs, her powerful fist smashing into my soft
tissue. I grunted, pain racking my body.

I heard her adjusting something, the belt she held clinking quietly. "You
are mine. I own your body, and your mind. I will continue to hurt you,
break you down, and use your body as my toy." Belle said.

She stepped beside me, and I looked up at her, my badly beaten face and
body exhausted, wondering if I would even survive what she had planned for
me. The belt like object came up in her hands, and I realized it was a two
sided dildo, on a leather spiked belt.

Immediately I realized why I was here, and tried to get up, scrambling to
run. This was insane... I couldn't face this new reality. She punched me
hard in the stomach, grabbed my head and slammed me down, bending me over
the couch again.

She put the dildo in my face, and said, "You're going to take this, now,
little bitch. I'm going to rape-fuck you. Hard. Using the full power of my
thighs to pound your little pathetic ass."

Belle said this as she shoved on end into her pussy, turning on a vibrator
on her end, a look of desire and lust on her serious, sadistic face. She
moaned as she buried it inside her, and tightened down the belt.

"Scream for me, little bitch. Scream into my panties while I give you what
you asked for: I'm going to fucking ruin you." Belle whispered, mounting me
from behind, slowly pushing the tip into my ass.

I screamed, writhing and struggling against her, my head held flat against
the couch, her massive thighs pressing against the back of my legs, slowly
flexing as she prepared to fuck me.

My world became agonizing, blinding pain as I felt her legs balloon and
flex as she thrust her hips forward, slamming the dildo into my ass. I
screamed an inhuman, animal squeal, reaching back to try and stop her from
pushing further into me.

Belle pulled back slowly, holding my hips in her powerful hands, and I felt
her massive legs flex, the dildo driving home again with powerful,
agonizing force. She started to get into a rhythm, pounding me harder and
faster, moaning above me as she slammed my asshole, pleasuring herself in
the process.

I struggled to slow her and ease the pain by pushing uselessly back against
her with my much weaker arms, feeling her massive, powerful body slamming
into me harder and harder. Belle grabbed both of my wrists in her hands,
pulling them hard behind my back, trapped now completely.

She used this for leverage, adding to the depth of her strapon punishment ,
pulling hard on my arms and burying herself deeper into me. "That's right,
bitch give me complete control over you. It's like your body WANTS me to
punish it." Belle said in her sexy voice, pounding me harder as I was now
completely impotent.

I continue squealing and begging through the duct tape, screaming and
struggling uselessly, feeling her push harder when I was louder, obviously
enjoying the fact of my suffering. I couldn't help it, and continued to
scream, now openly weeping, tears steaming down my face.

Bell saw this, and put both my hands together, pulling on both wrists with
one of her powerful arms, easily pulling in my arms like a dog on a leash.
She punched me hard in the ribs again three times, yelling at me, "No,
bitch, you don't get to cry on the furniture and waste it. Give me your
tears, you fucking slut."

Belle wiped her hand on my face, gathering the tears and I heard her
licking and sucking them off of her hand behind me, enjoying every last
drop of my humiliation. "You taste good, bitch. Give me more." Bell said,
ramping up her sexual assault, pumping faster and harder into me, my arms
numb from being restrained behind me, being used to rape me even harder.

She pounder into me, the sound of skin slapping against skin loud in the
sound proof room, my tears flowing more and more as I screamed, Belle
becoming more aggressive as each second passed. After what seemed like an
eternity, I felt her stiffen and climax, her massive thighs trembling
behind me, flexing hard as she held the strapon deep inside me, riding out
her orgasm.

She relaxed, breathing heavily and held the dildo in place. She released my
arms and started punching me again, my back and sides being slammed into by
her powerful strikes. I tried to block her strikes with my much weaker
arms, useless against her attack.

She laughed a rich, throaty, sinister laugh as she continued assaulting me,
truly enjoying every minute. I felt her pull herself out, and she stood me
up, holding me now. I was unable to move at all. A complete wasted heap of
flesh, I was a ragdoll in her arms.

She held me aloft, her massive tits pressing into my back, my feet dangling
in the air as she walked around the couch. She placed the strapon back in
my ass as she sat down on the couch with me in her lap.

I looked down, her massive thighs under my small, pale legs looking even
bigger and more intimidating, bulging and rippling with muscle. She slid me
down on the strapon, buried all the way in, then reached around and wrapped
one big, powerful hand around my throat, the other grabbing my cock and
balls completely in her hand.

She clenched her left hand on my throat as I clawed and pulled against her,
uselessly struggling as she choked me. She was massaging and playing with
my balls and dick, and tensing her thighs which bounced me up and down, the
strapon sliding in and out slightly as her muscles grew and relaxed.

The effect was insane, my dick beginning to grow and throb in her hand
immediately. Belle whispered in my ear, "You like being fucked, don't you
little bitch? Your breath, your ass, and your cock are mine. Now, I'm going
to make you come. If you make a mess on my floor, however, I'll break one
of your arms."

Belle said this to me while stroking me with expert technique, her large
powerful hand rubbing up and down in a smooth, confident motion. She then
said, teasingly, moaning in my ear, "You can't stop me from making you
come, can you? Ohhh, little bitch, you better come for me, I will love
feeling your tiny little fucking bones shatter in my grip."

I was terrified, my body betraying me, the incredible sensation of her
domination and her hand raping me, was beyond paradise. Yet I was being
strangled and fucked by her against my will, and was now at risk of being
maimed.

Belle held me steady, pumping her legs faster as the dildo fucked her and
me even harder. She alternated squeezing and releasing my neck, bringing me
to the verge of passing out and then back again to painful reality.

Her hand moved like a blur on my dick, her forearm bulging as I fought
uselessly against it, trying to slow her. I felt her arm bulging and
flexing as she stroked, and I started to grow even harder, nearly climaxing
as I witnessed her unreal muscles and grip just devouring my cock.

Belle teased and moaned in my ear, biting and sucking hard on my neck,
whispering mind bending, incredible and terrifying promises of pain into my
ear. Reminding me that I had no choice, that I was going to come, and she
would break me. That I was hopeless, useless, and pathetic for even trying
to contest her.

I started to feel myself going over the edge, screaming and moaning into
the duct tape as I began to climax, trying desperately to stop. I felt
Belle suddenly release my throat, rip the duct tape off of my face, and
pull her panties from my mouth.

She started slam fucking me onto the strap on, at the same time stroking my
cock insanely fast, and demanded from me in a commanding, feminine, sexual
voice: "Come for me. Now."

I screamed as I experienced the biggest, most intense orgasm in my life,
feeling Belle writhe and tense below me in her own orgasm, I felt something
wrap tight, warm and wet around my dick as I exploded, and then passed out.

I awoke in a lying position, Belle holding me like a child in her lap, the
strapon discarded on the floor next to the couch. I saw her panties bundled
in a wad on the floor, and realized she had used them to catch my sperm as
I had ejaculated. None of my bones were broken, but my body was devastated,
exhausted.

I realized that the lights were all on in the audience, and it seemed
quiet, empty. I had been out for a little while. Belle was stroking my hair
and body, breathing evenly, her massive breasts heaving and pressing down
on me.

"You're mine, little bitch. I decided not to break you, today. But now you
know. I can, and I will use you, break you, and destroy you completely. For
as long as I want."

I began to cry again, my swollen lips against her breasts, heaving and
sobbing with fear, lust, relief... and... adoration. I don't know when it
happened, but I broke at some point, and now wanted this.

I wanted Belle to hurt me, I wanted her to destroy me and humiliate me with
her massive, incredible body. I sobbed into her, Belle lapping up my tears,
burying me in her massive breasts, and I knew. Belle was now my God.

End