Community


Ashley looked at me with intense blue eyes, accentuated more by her dark,
straight hair hanging over them, and laughed. Sitting there on the bus ride
home, she had chatted with me more than any girl had in the last few years
of school, and she mentioned that now that we were both graduating, she had
wished she talked to me before. "I noticed you plenty of times before this,
I just had a boyfriend." She responded to my surprise that she even knew
who I was, much less my whole name, and even the street I lived on. I
scooted closer to the window, trying to avoid touching her. I was nervous.
I had been obsessed with Ashley since the freshman year. She had always
been popular, but not an attention magnet, and then had been sort of a
black sheep when she left the cheer squad for the powerlifting team. A
gymnast when she was younger, she was very strong, flexible, and athletic
and excelled at every sport she did in her sophomore year. Now, two years
later, she had gained enormous size, and had filled out in more ways than
just muscle... I was a scrawny nerd who played soccer, barely noticeable,
and much skinnier than her. She was also half a foot taller than me, a
woman now with a thick, powerful skeletal structure, high cheek bones, and
legs and ass like a racehorse. I felt puny next to her, hence the shyness
and aversion to touch. We were only four stops away from our bus drop-off,
so it was just us and a few other quiet kids and the driver. I still
couldn't believe she had sat next to me. "I always see you heading down to
the park by our houses, what's over there besides the community center to
do?" She asked me, leaning closer. I knew she volunteered at the community
center, and maybe just wanted to spark conversation. I also felt like she
was messing with me, about to reveal the prank and embarrass me, but she
waited, hands on her bare thighs and shorts tight against her massive legs,
staring through me. "It's mostly soccer fields, a new jungle gym that no
one uses, and the community center." She raised her eyebrow. "Well, seeing
that it's the weekend, want to go for a quick workout? My parents aren't
expecting me home for several hours. I can teach you a few strength
techniques. On the jungle gym, or at the community center. I've got a
key." There was a flash behind her eyes, a sudden thirst, and then it was
gone. She was eying my body next to hers, and had moved even closer, her
hand lightly and playfully grazing my own. My parents were gone for the
weekend, and I had chores, but they could wait. I steeled myself, hoping
this was real and she was as genuine as she seemed. "Sure, I'd love to get
a workout. I doubt I'll be able to keep up with you, but I'm tougher than I
look." The thirst or whatever it was flashed again, and she bit her lip,
not hiding her interest. "I'll bet you are, " she said softly, almost to
herself. She turned to me, pressing her legs into mine, now entirely
filling the space between us in the seats. My heart almost jumped out of my
chest. "Hey, want to see something cool?" Ashley asked playfully. I
responded with a quiet yes, and she smiled, rolled up her sleeve, and
flexed her arm for me. "Feel that, isnt that crazy for a girl?" Her arm was
massive and defined, the muscle in her bicep and forearm bulging and thick.
I hesitated, and she grabbed my wrist, bringing my hand up to her arm and
smashing it against the soft skin and dense muscle. "Come on, I see you
staring at it. It's also stronger than it looks." I seriously doubted that,
and tried to budge the skin with my grip, to no avail. "Ashley, that's
incredible," I said. I felt her stare on my face, a wicked smile on her
big, pouty lips. "Whew, getting hot in here, let's open up a window." She
said. I was against the window, but she stood, leaning over me as I held
very still and stared straight foward. Ashley's massive breast was pushing
against my cheek, and I stopped breathing. It was taking forever for her to
get the window open, and I glanced up to see her smiling down at me, not
even working the latch. She then opened the window, and leaned even further
into me, now pressing her leg against me as well as my head was smothered
by her firm, ample chest. "Wow, it's really nice out today," she said as
she leaned further out the window, smashing me in between her body, the
window, and the seat. I knew now she was doing this on purpose, teasing me
and illustrating how much larger she was. I was embarrassed, but also
incredibly thankful at the same time. Someone passing by wouldn't have even
seen me, as I was eclipsed by her frame completely.
She sat down next to me, this time her left arm around my shoulder, and
draped her thick, muscled, tan leg over my own. The weight, hardness, and
size of it alone... She had positioned herself so my right arm was behind
her lower back, and I could feel the cords of muscle and the enormous width
of her. I was afraid to place my hand on her. She was definitely leading
the way here, and I didn't want to screw it up.... Or make her mad. She had
a tight, red spaghetti strap top on, revealing breasts larger than my head
that stood straight out, perky and full. I felt myself reacting to her
body, and tried to think about something else...but Ashley noticed. "Ohhh,
what's this?" She teased, bouncing her sinewy thigh on my leg, my dick
slowly growing and throbbing next to her muscle. I flushed, and said "I'm
sorry." She laughed suddenly, a rich, confident laugh. "Oh, you're sorry
for that, huh? That's right," she leaned in, pressing tighter and arching
her back, her breasts being shoved into my head again. Only my eyes were
above the hard mounds, and I could see her lips and eyes looking down at me
with passion, and a... sinister expression?  "That's right, you should be
sorry. You're a naughty little boy. I might have to punish you, naughty
boy. You like these hard, powerful muscles, don't you?" She had
straightened her leg, the thigh filling her shorts to the max, bulging and
rippling with definition. "I just can't wait until you help me with my
workout, " She breathed almost to herself, focusing on the new interest she
had between my legs. "... Seems like it's not even full to the max yet...
That's really nice, Eric."
Our stop near the park quickly arrived, and Ashley unwound her body from
mine, and stood to get her books. I had a half of an erection and shorts
on, and was afraid to get up. She noticed and said.  "Don't worry, I'll
cover it for you." She pulled me up by arm, then stood facing away from me
and pulled my arms tight in front of her waist in a position for couples
that I always envied. Her books in one hand, both of my hands in the other,
we walked in unison toward the front. Her shoulders were at my eye level,
and I felt ridiculous. I could barely reach around her thick frame, my body
and face plastered to her hard, voluptuous torso. We paused for a moment,
waiting for a kid to collect his things, and Ashley looked over her
shoulder, glancing down at me with a playful expression. She pulled my arms
forward, drawing me tighter into her body, and I felt her tense up.... She
was flexing her glute muscles, her ass enormous and curvy. I felt them perk
up, constricting and becoming hard as steel, and then relax to a thick,
round pillow. Through her shorts and mine, she was clamping down on my dick
slightly, bouncing the muscles around my crotch. The effect was pure
ecstasy... "Oh, fuck." I whispered, and heard her laugh aloud. She bent
forward slightly, which compressed on my air a bit from the size of her
hardened ass, but it opened a gap in her thick, tight ass. She then
straightened up which drew her glute muscles together, Ashley
casually flexing with terrifying power the mass of sexual density before
me. My dick and the front of my balls and shorts were sucked in, compressed
by the warmth and hardness of her perfect ass. I was almost fully erect,
and just the tip of my decent sized cock protruded from her ass cheeks.
"Mmm, Eric, I can feel you. You're already making me happy about this
decision. You're much bigger than my ex." she breathed quietly to me. I was
in shock. Her ex was bigger and taller than me, a powerlifter like her, and
she had been with him since elementary school. I felt more confident now,
even with this massive goddess toying with me.
We were walking again, and she had released me from her hold. My dick was
protruding from the top of my shirts now, which was somewhat easier to
conceal with my baggy t-shirt. Ashley had let go of my arms so we could
exit the bus near the park, but still guarded me. I felt like a little toy
with her, but also protected. It was... Interesting. Once the bus had left,
it was just her and I. Ashley had her hands on her hips, smiling at me.
"Ohh, I'm so glad school is over!" She said this as she raised her hands
behind her head, flexing huge biceps and forearms, stretching back. Her
breasts were just erupting from her shirt, the threads looking like they
needed reinforcement immediately, and her shirt had lifted to reveal meaty,
defined abs and deep oblique lines. She sighed and looked down at me.
"Well, my new toy," What, toy? "how about a piggy back ride?" She said this
playfully, walking behind me and grabbing my shoulders. This was absurd. I
was confident I could hold her, I was fairly strong for my size, but it
looked like a horse riding a person.. She wrapped one big leg around me and
jumped up, the other leg quickly following and locking together in front of
me. I was able to hold her, and she laughed. "Giddyup, horsey!" She said
this as she tensed her thighs. I wasn't worried about the weight, although
it would take us years to cross the field to the park like this, but when
she tensed her thighs... My sides and ribs compressed, and I felt like her
true power was something I could never deal with. I struggled to step
forward with this giantess riding me, glad there was no one around the park
area at the time. "Faster, horsey! I want a good ride!" She said,
and flexed again, her legs straightening and cutting into my sides. Her
inner thighs were like smooth, silky steel cables grinding into me. I
immediately collapsed from the pressure, Ashley planting her feet on the
ground, still above me, straddling my puny body with her giant, voluptuous
figure. "Aww, my little horsey is broken." Ashley giggled above me,
laughing at my failure. My feet and fingertips dragged on the ground, but
my knees hovered inches above it, held between her thighs, her long legs
suspending me in the air. I felt her adjust slightly, straightening her
legs and flexing,  immediately immersing me in pain. Ashley moaned
slightly, her thighs shaking from exertion. "Mmm, you feel good there,
little toy. I can flex as hard as I want, and your body is just skinny
enough that I don't break you." She demonstrated this by clenching tighter,
bringing more power down onto my inferior body. Her feet were about a foot
and a half apart, but the thickness and length of her leg muscles held me
tight. If she had closed her legs any further or locked her ankles while
flexing this hard, she most definitely would have caused serious damage. I
was scrambling, barely able to grunt in effort through the pain, flailing
and kicking my legs to get out from underneath her. She started to lean
forward a bit, relaxing her thighs slightly but holding me there, and
said, "You've got some fight in you, that's good. You'll need all of the
strength you have to survive my company, little toy." I felt one of her
hands and wrist reach beneath my jaw, grasping my neck, easily encircling
her fingers and thumb, and she began to stand, drawing back her arm. My
head and neck were pulled upward with her. She was slowly arching my back
upward with my body still trapped between her massive thighs, hands clawing
at her grip in a futile attempt to relieve the pressure. Ashley loosened
her thighs a little, still keeping my legs and hips trapped, my feet behind
her own in the dirt, and positioned her other hand an arm in the same way,
pulling me all the way up to her. My back was pressed hard against her
stomach, my head sandwiched between her tits, and I could just see her hair
and eyes peering over my head. She held me by my chin so I wasn't being
strangled, and although the position wasn't comfortable, I could at least
think clearly again. Ashley's voice spoke confidently and seriously to me,
the playful teasing gone now. She whispered, "OK, little toy, now you know
what I can do. I can do anything I fucking want to you. And trust me, I
plan to." She tensed her entire body, stretching me in the hold, her
breasts solid and firm, the power of her  body over me unreal. "I'm going
to give you a choice. You have already seen what I can do to you, to please
you, or to hurt you. I can easily do whatever I want with your body, and I
will. I will use you, and sap your inferior strength. I will take you to
the breaking point, and further, for my own pleasure. The choice: I can
stop now, and there will be no more pain or humiliation. Or..." She paused,
released me quickly and I fell to the ground on my hands and knees. She
went to one knee, sitting lightly on my back, legs still straddling me, and
forced my head down to the ground with my cheek against the warm dirt. She
held me there with one powerful arm, my ass in the air. I tried to push
against her from the ground and only put more stress on my head. I felt her
reach behind, her arm going behind my butt and between my legs as she slid
her powerful hand into my shorts and boxer breifs, grabbing my balls and
dick from behind with a strong but velvet soft hand. I was trapped with her
body pressing down on me, my face buried in the sand. My ass was sticking
in the air like a vegas hooker with her hand raping my ball sack and cock,
she knelt forward and repeated herself, whispering sensually, "I can stop
now, and there will be no more pain or humiliation. Or, I can continue,
and there will be more of this..." She said this as she massaged my
genitals with vigor, driving deep into my shorts with her powerful grip. My
mind was in shambles. She was raping me, easily taking me forcefully
against my will... In public nonetheless, not even 30 feet from our bus
stop. She pulled her arm out, released my head and stood up, straddling me
as I slowly raised my head. "I can stop now, little boy, and leave you
here. Leave you wanting, and you never get to feel my strength again. No
more pain or humiliation, as I said. Or... I can become your GOD." She said
this with powerful conviction, the seriousness of her physical and mental
control over me that she implied quite evident. Ashley stood up, helping me
to my feet and gently brushing the sand from my hair and face. She
playfully cooed, "Yes or no, little toy. Are you my plaything, or are you
going to disappoint me?" She stood before me, hands on her hips with a
slight grin, and I could tell she was displaying her body to me, her lithe,
athletic physique and her immense curves rippling in the sunlight. "Yes
Ashley, I want you." I muttered feebly, afraid to look into her eyes for
too long. She was just...too much for me. Ashley stepped forward, grabbing
me behind the small of my back, pressing her body against me lightly and
asked "Yes, what? Yes, you will be my plaything, or yes, you will not
worship me as your Goddess?" I bolstered myself, and looked her in the
eyes, terrified but filled with lust and desire. "Yes Ashley, I want to be
your plaything. I want to worship you, I want to be yours, my Goddess... my
Master." She smiled at this; a huge, genuine smile as she looked into my
eyes, glancing at my lips and biting her own thick, pouty lower lip. She
breathed heavily, inches from my face and whispered in her sultry voice;
"Oooh. That's good, my little toy. Your master likes what she hears...and
feels..." She pulled me tight to her with her powerful arms, one behind my
lower back, the other holding the back of my head. She was lifting me off
my feet up to her, no strain at all evident in this ridiculous display of
power, and kissed me, hard. As powerful as her body was, and as controlling
and malicious that she had shown to be; as was her kiss. She dominated my
mouth with hers, moaning and breathing raggedly, raping my lips and tongue.
After a minute of this , she abruptly released me and dropped me to the
ground. I fell hard on my ass, legs shakey and unstable from the sensory
onslaught. "Get up, little bitch. Pick up my books and carry them to the
community center." She said as she strode off, legs flexing and
enormous within her assertive gait. I scrambled, collecting my thoughts and
things, gathering her books. I had seen her doing this to her ex, the
passionate heat of the sun in one moment, a cold, icey stare the next. I
had seen him cry once as she laughed and smiled next to him, leaning in
with whispers only he could hear, holding his wrist in her grip, massive
forearm and veins bulging as she squeezed. It seemed like she saved this
for private moments, saving him from total public humiliation, but it was
obvious in public what she represented in the relationship.
I caught up to Ashley just as she entered the back room of the community
center, her key sliding back into her shorts pocket as she glided in the
building. When I entered, she was moving a couch from the side of a small
room, lights off but with frosted windows to see clearly in daylight, a
desk and some gym equipment resting in the corner. Her body flexed with
strength as she easily slid the couch in front of the door we had entered.
"There, that will give us some privacy. Drop our stuff, and take off
everything but your shorts and boxers." I stood there stupidly, in shock as
to what she just demanded. Before I could react, she walked forward,
yelling at me, "WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR, BITCH?" She slapped me hard as
she said this across my mouth, and I was stunned. I could taste blood on my
lips, as I heard her give me the directions again; "Drop ALL of that shit,
and take off your clothes, shorts on only. Now." I threw everything on the
desk and changed as fast as I could. Ashley had pulled two large wrestling
mats from the corner and unfolded them on the floor. She took of her
athletic shoes, and stepped onto the mat. She looked even larger, maybe
because of the pump she had from moving that however-million-pound couch
and the mats by herself. Maybe because it was just her on the mats, looking
massive, and my obvious suspicion the workout we were about to get was not
what I had expected.
Ashley snapped her fingers and pointed at the mat, and I jumped into the
spot she had pointed to. She had a different demeanor. Calm, serious, and
menacing. The warmth was gone, but the hungry look and desire had taken on
the appearance of a predator toying with a helpless animal. She stretched,
and I took the hint and did the same. It was impossible for me not to look
at her while she stretched though, her massive body defined and pulsing
with strength. She knelt down, taking a stance on her knees, and told me to
do the same. "Don't be scared, Eric. We start on our knees. No pins, only
submission. If you can submit me, you will be rewarded. If you don't give
me everything you've got, you will be punished. Severely. You will tap when
you give up, and if I feel like you're quitting too soon I will hold it
longer, tighter, and make it much, much worse, little boy." I stared at
her, and she waited, arms bulging but resting at her sides, her breasts...
WHACK. The sound echoed throughout the room of her hand clapping my mouth
again. "Say you understand, little bitch, or I'll start using my fists."
she hissed in a fearful, quiet tone. My face was throbbing, my lower lip
now bleeding again, but I said "I understand, master. I will fight you as
hard as I can." She leaned forward, arm grabbing my shoulder and behind my
neck, smiling and looking into my eyes, the playfulness back once again,
and said, "Good, bitch, now come here and make me sweat." She pulled me
forward as I planted my hands against her body, the unreal muscle harder
than it looked, and she began moving side to side, shifting balance easily.
She twisted and tossed me onto the mat, following me down with her body
next to mine. She was on my left side, her right arm around my neck, and
had grabbed my right leg with her other arm, pulling it up. In the same
motion, she wrapped her thighs around my left leg, and pulled her arms
together. My left arm was beneath her body, and my right was pulling at her
hands, tightly locked together. She pulsated and flexed her arms, my head
being pressed down toward my leg, my leg pulled upwards into my face. It
was agonizing, but all I could think of was her hot breath coming from
between her thick, pouty lips inches from my face. Her massive,
solid breasts consuming me... She laughed at me, a throaty chuckle that was
sexy and terrifying all at once, and flexed her arms. Over and over she did
this, tighter each time until my knee was by my ear, her breasts eclipsing
my vision, my spine bent painfully, and I had trouble breathing. I
struggled pointlessly, exerting every ounce of strength resisting her, and
tapped. She tightened even more, a moan escaping her lips from powerful
exertion and sadistic pleasure. Ashley's massive body engaging on the hold,
bulging with strength, dominating me easily. I tapped harder, afraid that
she was going to break me, remembering her saying not to be scared, and how
I was more scared than ever before in my entire life. She suddenly released
me and returned to her knees. "That's good, my little bitch. You can handle
more than I thought. Fuck, I can't wait to destroy your body and mind..."
she growled this at me, like an animal, and before I could react, she was
on me again, pinning me flat and intertwining her legs around mine. Her
massive thighs around my waist again, I was reminded of the silky steel she
had punished me with earlier. Her hips and pelvis were weighing on my
diaphragm, she had both my arms pinned to the mat above me, and her breasts
were dangling above my head. She was smiling down at me, a beautiful and
evil smile, her breasts heaving with each breath, as calm as someone
walking on a treadmill. I was breathing heavily like I had just sprinted a
mile, struggling in vain with everything to budge her even an inch. She
spread my legs apart with hers, locked in tight around my ankles, and
lifted her hips, causing immediate pain. Suddenly she dropped her hips hard
down onto my diaphragm, flexing her legs and glutes tight into the move,
blasting the wind out of my lungs and audibly forcing me to cry
out.  "Uggghhh, fuck Ashl....urrgghhh..." Before I could finish my
sentence, she had slammed into me again, raising her massive, muscular
physique over me, tense legs imprisoning and bending my legs, huge thighs
and ass powering the slam into my helpless body. She set a pace, slamming
and flexing, sometimes pausing to flex herself into my body, glutes
becoming concrete as she ground her pelvis into my torso. She would then
raise and slam, unpredictable but continuously, completely holding me
immobile. She started to slam faster and harder, her face becoming lustful,
reddened and flushed, biting her lower lip and eyes closing with pleasure.
She moaned and aggressively growled her exertion, pounding faster and
faster into me, no signs of slowing or tiring at all. I couldn't get a
breath in, couldn't tap, couldn't voice my submission, I could only take
it, to succumb to the pain she was forcing onto me, slowly being buried
under her passionate, muscular domination. She abruptly stopped, looking
down at me with wild eyes, her body flexed hard, keeping me immobile, her
massive thighs quivering. She whispered to herself just loud enough for me
to hear, "fuuuuck yessss, bitch, take it." as she released my legs with her
own, leaned forward on my pinned arms, and jumped onto my neck. Her shorts
were literally covering my mouth, and they felt hot and moist, the sweet
smell of Ashley blending in with the fabric. Her thighs pressed to my head
with all of her weight on top of me, ass completely enveloping my chest,
crushing me in the most incredible yet painful feeling. She still held my
arms down, but I only caught glimpses of her face, her breasts jutting so
far from her body that she was hidden from view. She lifted slightly,
adjusted, and came back down. Her wet, sweet smelling pussy was directly on
top of my nose and mouth now, smothering me in her lust. I could only
breathe her, focusing on trying to survive with the limited air and
strength I had in this position. My entire face was consumed, and she
spread her legs wide, her knees supporting less of her weight than my face
was, my eyes now covered. Her thighs being spread wide allowed me to hear
again, and I heard her sultry voice whispering again to herself, "fuck
yeah, bitch, suck my cunt. Mmph, unhh." She was raping my face and
asphyxiating me at the same time, powerful thighs and ass plunging my face
deeper into her wet pussy, flexing and grinding above me as I struggled for
air. I couldn't tap or submit again, my arms useless against her muscular
grip. I could only gasp for the quickly depleting air, my entire world her
hot, grinding pussy. She was fuck-slamming my face hard, no concern for me
at all. My swollen lips were wrapped deep in her even through the shorts,
her massive thighs and ass flexing hard as stone as she raped me. Just as
suddenly as she had jumped on me, she pulled my arms up high towards her
breasts, clamped her thighs on my head and neck again, and rolled onto her
back. I was face down on her stomach, neck and head trapped in her muscle
prison. My stomach was flat on the mat as she straightened her legs,
stretching the muscle in her shorts, holding my arms straight out to her
sides. She loosened her grip so I could hear for just a moment and said
"keep your eyes open, and you had better fight my grip, I'm not even warmed
up yet...." her thighs became pillars of concrete as she straightened them,
her ankles locked high above my supine body. She quickly relaxed and
adjusted, pulling me tighter into her, my throat deep in her crotch. I
could feel different parts of her thighs engage as she again slowly
increased the pressure, keeping her eyes on me, watching the pain in my
expression as I was struggling with every ounce to fight against her much
superior grip. Her outer thigh tensed, then the hardness spread as she
slowly, methodically straightened her legs, eyes alight with excitement as
I could feel my face turn red, grimacing from the punishment. Her fully
extended legs brought tears to my eyes, and I blinked, desperately trying
to keep my eyes open for fear of a worse punishment than this. I saw her
face change slightly, a crease in her eyebrows as she exerted herself. In
the same instant, her inner thighs swelled and constricted onto my neck,
crushing what already had been smashed by her massive thighs, and cut off
all blood flow. I instantly saw stars, trying desperately and pathetically
to yank my arms free to tap submission, as her bulging forearms and biceps
easily restrained them. I felt her hips raise up as she arched her back,
her washboard stomach dancing in my face, pulling back on my arms and
lifting her lower body and my head into the air. She shivered with
exertion, her thighs ballooning into insane size, pulling my arms hard,
destroying my body. All my senses were completely lost to this punishment,
my body relaxing from oxygen deprivation as I passed into unconsciousness.
I woke up to Ashley standing over me, a look of concern on her face. She
had elavated my feet to help get the blood back up to my cloudy brain. "I'm
sorry, how long was I out?" I croaked, throat raw. She sat back, a light
coat of sweat glistening on her body. She smiled, a kind and genuine smile,
but with devious intentions under the surface. "You're sorry." She threw
her head back with a rich laugh, and said it again, "You're sorry. What
could my little toy be sorry for?" She said this playfully, rubbing her
left hand on my thigh. I said quietly, "I'm sorry I couldn't fight harder,
I will get stronger so you get a better workout." She laughed again, and
said condescendingly, "Oh, my little plaything, there is no amount of
strength that you will ever possess to contend with me. I own you." She
forced her expression to change again, back to the serious, malicious
Ashley, with a sideways grin. This was her business face, when she really
meant to use me, to humiliate and dominate me. I was scared and excited at
the same time. Her hand slowly crept up my shorts, her nails drawing
goosebumps all over my body. She watched me, easing deeper as she brushed
against my balls, tickling them with her nails, a rush of ecstasy flowing
over me. My dick was getting hard, and I watched her watching me begin to
bulge beneath my shorts. "Mmm. Nothing to be sorry for, little bitch, but
I'm not done, yet. I've only just begun to use you." She clenched down on
my dick and balls, squeezing firmly. "I'm going to make you cry,"
squeeze... "make you plead and beg," squeeze... "I will rape and humiliate
you" squeeze.... "and then you will beg me for more." ... She squeezed
firmly again, then began to rub me softly, making me hard with her expert
technique, her soft yet powerful hand making my cock swell and grow. I was
lost. I wanted this more than anything, the terror, the shame of her
complete dominance over me, the lack of any choice or control. The
humiliation she forced me easily to succumb to that clearly aroused her. I
wanted it, and I asked her then, "Please, I'm begging you, Ashley, my
Master, fucking RUIN ME." The mask fell for a moment and I saw her
beautiful eyes filled with surprise, her pouty, full lips caught open in a
visible and audible gasp. She flushed, and just before she reacted and the
mask came back, I saw genuine adoration and understanding. She wanted this
as much as I did, and even if I was her slave, her toy to completely
destroy, she fucking loved my worship of her as well. She recovered,
slipped her hand out of my shorts and the mean Ashley was back. She raised
herself on her knees and moved her hands behind her head, tying her hair
into a tight pony tail. I was moving to get up, staring at her massive arms
flexing in the casual gesture. "You asked for it, my little bitch. But you
have no idea how far down the rabbit hole goes..." I tried to respond,
"Wait, Ashl..." and she slapped me hard on the mouth. This was really
starting to hurt, and my mouth was swollen from her strikes, and the
grinding, powerful rape I had endured as she rode my face. I fell back,
covering my mouth. "What did I tell you about fighting back, slave?!?" She
leapt on top of me, this time using her fists on my body, the impacts
causing immediate, crippling pain. I fought as hard as I could, actually
afraid for my life, desperate to protect myself from the pain. She mixed
the body punches with hard, aggressive slaps, her hips and thighs planted
firmly on my lower body and waist, and I squirmed and wiggled as best I
could to defend myself. I became desperate, thinking of a way to survive
this, and to give her the fight she wanted.  When she went for another rib
shot, I slapped her as hard as I could on the cheek. After a quiet,
terrifying pause, she laughed. It was a maniacal, sinister laugh, breasts
heaving, her hands clenching into fists. "Now you suffer little toy." She
growled, grabbing my arms and shoving them to my sides. I fought like a
drowning cougar, but she was enraged, as mad and powerful as a bull. She
bent my fingers back to the breaking point on my left, and I slapped my
other arm quickly to my side in submission. She straddled that side of me
with her muscular thigh, and forced the other arm down easily into the same
position. With my arms trapped, she suddenly grabbed my hair, lifted me up,
her other arm flexing as she reached back, and punched me full in the
mouth, my ears ringing from the impact. "Ashley, please, what the f..."
I managed to sputter before she hit me again, directly on my lips. My lips
had blood openly flowing from them now, so swollen that I had a lisp, and
Ashley was giggling now on top of me, saying, "Oh, my little bitch, I
ruined your perfect face." She held me trapped between her thighs as I
weakly tried to struggle with her, and she held me still. "Stop. Lie still
or I will hit you again." She whispered to me, and I froze. She leaned over
me, hand caressing my face and lips, and started licking the blood from my
lips. The sensuality mixed with humiliation and agony I felt in this
primal, wicked action broke me. I started to whimper and tears fell from my
eyes. "Yes, my broken little toy. Cry for your master." Ashley said,
pushing my lips together so she could kiss and lick the blood. She licked
my tears, kissed the bruises on my jaw, and started again on my lips. She
sucked and bit on them, becoming more and more aggressive as I whimpered
below her superior body, completely beaten to submission. Ashley stood,
picking me up from under my arms and threw me onto the couch. She jumped on
me, her hips and massive thighs knocking the wind out of me, as she
continued biting and sucking my lips with no remorse. She removed her top,
her breasts not moving an inch, perky, full and enormous directly before my
beaten face. She held the back of my head with one arm, the other reaching
back behind her huge ass, between my legs, as she massaged my balls. She
started to move her hips, abs flexing with power as she rode my body.
Grinding me into the couch, her powerful body slick with sweat and blood,
my dick was rock hard in seconds. She ripped my shorts off, and then her
own, flexing massive arms in the movement, the fabric not standing a
chance. She found my swollen cock with her warm, dripping, wet pussy, and
took me deep inside her in one motion. She gasped and threw her head back,
her thick neck and muscular shoulders flexing, arms against the back of the
couch using their tremendous power to slam her pussy onto my dick, harder
and faster in each thrust. She grabbed my throat, choking me and smiling as
she gyrated her massive body. I felt her ass clenching as fhe flexed and
fucked my body, her muscular ass checks massaging and pulling on my balls
as they clenched. Ashley smashed my face deep into her breasts, wrapping
her powerful arms around me as the intensity of her thrusts continued to
increase. I was smothered completely, my body envoloped on again by hers as
she held me tight, my body being ravaged by her powerful, passionate
thrusts. The intensity grew, as she was crushing me harder and harder in
her breasts, her hips and thighs exploding with the power of her
toy-fucking. The speed was incredible, her body slightly hovering above my
own, massive thighs and ass a blue, her abs rippling in exertion as she
engulfed me cock. She was slamming hard and fast, crushing my balls and
legs when she released my head. I gasped for air that I had forgotten I
needed, and with a massive, violent groan Ashley came hard on top of me,
soaking my dick and legs in her juices, the beautiful and sadistic woman I
barely knew finally fulfilling her lust with my torturous, complete
destruction. Ashley arched her back as she caught her breath, a devious
smile on her face as she started riding me again, my dick still throbbing.
She leaned in over me, both of her hands resting on my neck, thumbs on my
jawline, her muscles seeming bigger and bigger the longer this workout
went. She whispered, slightly out of breath, "Eric. Come for me." It was a
command, but it was almost gentle, and it was the first time she had called
me by my real name since the bus. I was suddenly aware of everything, my
tortured and wrecked body, the couch that was also a locked door, the mats.
It was all so surreal. Mostly, I really took in Ashley, my "master" now,
and absorbed how absolutely fucking perfect she was. I think she saw this
on my face, because she doubled down, compressing her hands and lightly
squeezing my neck so that I had a sensation of pain and asphyxiation, but
an illustration of her control and power that was not agony, but insanely
arousing. Her thighs were clearly defined, flexing as I felt her pussy
clench down on me, her muscular control uncanny as
she massaged my dick with intense and satisfying
pressure. Just before I came, she jumped off of me, grabbing a pair of
shorts in tatters on the ground, and covered my dick, milking me with her
powerful grip as I twitched and writhed through the biggest orgasm of my
life. Once I was done, she straddled me again, caressing my hair and
kissing my bruises and swollen lips. She teased me, mocking me as she
addressed the bruises, reminding me of how and what she was doing when I
got them, how my face looked, how easily she had done it to me as I
struggled with every ounce of strength. "Your arm looks so pitiful when
mine is next to it. I'm so much fucking stronger than you. I can't wait to
become bigger, stronger, and even more powerful than I am now, my little
sexy bitch." She said.
Ashley and I dug through the donation clothes of the community center, and
found a bag of clothes that still had tags on them, clean and fairly close
to our sizes. She moved the couch and the mats back as I watched, my body
completely spent and soreness I had never experienced before in every
single muscle fiber. Even my hair hurt. We left, gathering our things, and
she took my hand in hers, a confident and powerful but soft grip that
eclipsed my own. She looked at me intensely as she was laying the ground
rules for how our relationship would go. That I was lesser than her in
every way, and that she owned me, but she wouldn't humiliate me (too much)
in public, unless I got brave again. She rubbed her cheek at this, and was
smiling. I had forgotten I struck her, but I also knew she liked it. Once
we arrived at her driveway, she looked at me, hands on her hips, clad in a
new flannel shirt and cutoff Jean shorts, her cleavage busting through the
fabric, thighs massive beneath the denim. "Any questions, my perfect little
slave?" She said this, flexing slightly, towering over me, a teasing grin
in her face. She knew she owned me, and that I wanted her to own me. Ashley
loved that she could and would absolutely destroy me, even if I fought with
everything I had, to try and stop her. I gulped, the sight of her exciting
me all over again, and managed: "So, when is round two?"