Jessica by Eric The Red Ohh, that's a nice, huge dick for such a little, weak boy, Jessica whispered, watching me as her legs massaged and flexed on my dick. The feeling was fucking unreal, the view of her legs, ass, and body enormous, powerful and massive above me, bringing me close to climax. (Please contact me at cbrneher00@gmail.com If you like this story, or are interested in more!) ------------------------------ I rested between sets, trying to keep my breathing even, listening to my music and not really committed to the exercises. It was the first day of spring break, and there was a lot of people missing, but some new faces in the college gym. I had been distracted, trying my best to focus on my workout, but my attention was drawn to a tall, thick girl across the weight room. She was easily 6'4" or taller, had a Nordic look to her with high cheek bones, thick, pouty lips, dark red hair, and pale, freckle spotted skin. She was built with strong features and thick bones, but seemed to conceal her body, a thick sweatshirt and pants covering her as she moved from different machines, casually lifting weights that focused on legs and lower body. I couldn't help but stare as she moved to the thigh extension machine, setting the pin to the very bottom, where I could only extend my legs once or twice, as she sat there using it for reps. She was clearly much stronger than me with her legs, which was embarrassing, but exciting as well. What a fucking woman! I was only 5'9" and 160, athletic but not built like her, with thick bones and broad shoulders tapering down into a tiny waste and a thick, perky ass. I could see the shape of it through her sweatpants, her glutes enormous, flexing as she walked. She caught me staring at her a few times, locking eyes with me before I looked away, shy and nervous that she might dislike that I was gawking. I was, but not for what most people would stare at her for. I thought she was gorgeous, confident, and powerful. When I looked back, she was still staring at me, walking easily with 100 lb plates in her hands, as she smirked and bent down to mount the plates on the deadlift bar, flipping her hair back in the process. I wondered why she smiled, probably thinking "this loser wishes he could lift like me," as she racked up more than I could even leg press on the bar. I finished my last set, repping a heavier weight than I was used to, trying to look strong and tough and really just failing, only getting two good reps. When I looked over, she had an enormous amount of weight on the bar, and other people were staring. She set up her lift, face intense, brow furrowed in concentration, her face even more beautiful than I thought earlier. I saw her tense, drawing the bar and her body upward, the bar bending slightly from the massive weight as she pulled, grunting out a feminine yet powerful sound as she stood. Her face flushed slightly, and I saw a thick vein protruding from her meaty, sinewy neck muscles as she paused at the top, holding the weight as she locked the hold. She glanced over at me, caught me staring with my mouth half open, gave a little wink, then slammed the weight down, the loud boom echoing through the gym. Had I imagined the wink? Did she really just do that? I gathered my things, heading to the locker room to change. The thick, powerful girl was busy putting her weights back, not paying attention in my direction at all, my mind racing at what I had just seen. I was lost in my thoughts, showering and then changing into clean athletic shorts, a loose t-shirt and running shoes. I packed my stuff, threw on some fresh deodorant and walked out of the locker room. I looked for her from the hallway, the area she was exercising now empty of her presence, as I walked past the main desk. "Hey, where are YOU going?" A female voiced called in my direction from behind the desk. I turned, somewhat distracted by my search for the powerful woman, and found the object of my curiosity as the owner of the voice addressing me, sitting in a relaxed position behind the desk. She had that same smirk across her thick, full lips, grinnimg at me like a tigress toward her prey. I stammered, suddenly self conscious and confused. "I uhhhhh, just heading out to the dorms to relax," I said stupidly, as if she really cared. She stood, larger than I had thought, her wide, thick body towering over me. She said in a sultry voice that was just unfair to possess, "Well, stick around a bit. Awful boring up here. I saw you lifting, you somewhat new to working out?" She said this, a mischievous smile on her face, teasing me with a tone of condescension. I replied, trying to remain confident and bolster my ego "Yeah, you know, just quick workout today, nothing major. I've been doing it for a few years," I lied, only having worked out a few months in my whole life. She replied with laughter in her voice, "Oh, really? It just looked like you were struggling a bit with some pretty easy weights, little guy, thought you might like some pointers." She smiled at my reaction, as my faced turned red, I could feel the heat on my ears and neck as I was mocked and embarrassed by her. Before I could react, or even respond, she held her arm out; a slender, smooth, and large hand offered out to me. She smiled again, introducing herself, "Hi, I'm Jessica, I'm one of the powerlifting trainers, and division competitors." Jessica gripped my hand firmly, her hand enveloping mine, which added to my embarrassment and nervousness, confidently shaking my hand and holding it longer than I thought comfortable. I responded, still held in her grip, "I um, I'm James. Nice to mee..." was all I could muster before she started to squeeze, her eyes alight with a playful, yet sinister expression. My hand was slowly being smashed in her grip, the tension increasing, her smile and gaze filled with gleeful menace as she held me. Just before I really panicked, she relaxed slightly, still holding my hand and suddenly yanking me toward the desk. My body was easily drawn toward her, my knees slamming against the desk from the force of her violent pull. She flipped her hair over her shoulder as she had earlier during her dead lift, and looked into my eyes again, playfully saying aloud, "Wow, you have a real strong grip! It's nice to feel a powerful, dominant hand like that." She winked, the teasing, playful look in her eyes that I noticed as being bright green and vibrant still present. I was confused and completely humiliated. She was toying with me in public, people walking by and witnessing this interaction, this much larger woman conversing with me. Jessica rotated her grip into an arm wrestling position, leaning forward. I could see into her sweatshirt, a large meaty trap muscle bulging underneath it, next to her thick neck. I also saw her breasts planted on the desk, much larger than any I had ever seen, firm looking and jutting out, even through her gym clothes. "Alright, little strong man," She teased, "Show me what you got!" Jessica held my arm and hand, planting her elbow on the desk in an arm wrestling stance, leaning forward, her gorgeous face showing humor and a sort of menace behind the expression. She whispered under her breath, "You had better push as hard as you can, or I will publicly shame and embarass you, worse than you could possibly imagine." A thrill of fear consumed me, a moment of intense seriousness shown on her face before it faded back to her teasing playfulness. She held my hand tightly in hers, squeezing to the point of agony for just a brief moment, then relaxing. Jessica squeezed quickly again, smiling and said "Whenever you're ready, little strong man!" I braced my feet, tensing my body with all my strength and tried to sneak in a quick burst of energy to move her arm to the desk, in an effort to surprise the large, powerful girl. My hand grabbed hers feebly, a slight twitch in our locked grip showing my exertion while I applied full force to her arm, as it didn't budge, even an inch. I flexed my arm as hard as I could, putting full force into my body again, flexing and straining against her, and she held me, not even really flexing her grip. Jessica made a yawning gesture, bringing her other hand in a fist to her thick, sexy lips as she continued the humiliation. She whispered to me again, "That's it, huh? That's really cute... Okay, I'll try not to make you cry in front of all these people...yet." She said this as she flexed her grip, her lips in a little smirk, eyes watching mine intently as I struggled not to show the pain and surprise at this whole situation. I was in shock, her hand flexed and was absolutely smashing mine, my hand bones grinding and pressing together, and she was still increasing pressure. I tried to pull my hand away, yet didn't want anyone to see what I was doing, my hand and arm trapped as she slowly crushed me, smiling at my suffering and public embarrassment. She doubled down, my knuckles popping and the pain unbearable as I grit my teeth, the pain and fear evident on my face. I grabbed her hand with my free one, struggling to release the pressure from her powerful grip, trying not to scream. I clawed at her hand, seeing her bicep and forearm bulging under the sweater, massive and solid looking. Just before I panicked again, I looked up, saw her smiling an enormous, menacing smile, a crazed look of enjoyment and... arousal? In her beautiful green eyes. She relaxed just enough that I wasn't panicking or in agony, and held me captive. "Ok, my turn!" She said aloud, suddenly slamming my arm down onto the desk, yanking me sideways with the force, my arm and shoulder burning from the speed and power. She had pounded my hand to the desk, my knuckles throbbing from how hard she smashed them, then returned our hands with lightning speed back to the arm wrestling start position. With our hands locked, she repeated this process, pumping her hand and massive arm down with insane, agonizing force, my knuckles smashing into the wood and crushed in her grip. Just as quickly, she returned it to the top of the motion, up and down, up and down, slamming my hand down onto the desk and throwing my arm around like it was paper. She repeated this over and over, slam, return, slam, return as I struggled to escape, pulling and fighting against her much stronger grip, my knuckles throbbing in pain. I felt my knuckles becoming raw and red, bleeding openly from the force of her violent assault on me. I panicked again, truly afraid she wouldn't stop, her smiling face glowing with enjoyment as I was filled with terror and humiliation. I stifled a scream, coming out as a low, fearful moan as she suddenly stopped, holding my hand in the start position again, her grip steel but not crushing. She leaned forward, kissing my hand and knuckles with her thick, warm lips. "Oh, did that hurt?" Jessica whispered to me, licking the blood from my hand in a sexual, devious way. I was in complete shock and realized this woman was not only inhumanly strong, but had to be insane. She had done this to me casually, brought nearly to tears and screaming in pain in front of the entire gym, and hadn't even really seemed to be exerting effort. I felt myself terrified yet aroused at this, her beauty and strength incredible and attractive to me, and her complete disregard for my pride and shame overwhelming me. Jessica released my hand, and I stepped back, massaging my aching knuckles and feeling a tingling sensation as the blood flow returned. "That was fun, little strong man!" Jessica said, speaking loudly and confidently. "Like I said, you're really strong! So dominant!" She teased, laughing and typing on her computer. She had locked the system, putting the gym membership scanner on auto, and stepped out from behind the desk toward me. She was absolutely enormous, her baggy clothes concealing her obvious size as she towered over me, walking up and putting a heavy, solid arm around my shoulders. I felt her grip tighten, squeezing my trap and neck, the pain immense as she clenched down, guiding me back towards the locker rooms and into the gym. "You get a free session today, little strong man, winning that arm wrestling challenge." She said aloud, then whispered into my ear, "If you disobey me, or don't play along and come with me, I will break your fucking collar bone right here, and then make you piss yourself in front of everyone." To illustrate her point, her grip on my neck and shoulder pulsed, the pain agonizing, and I stumbled a little, regaining my composure as she relaxed, guiding me towards the offices past the lockers. She took me into a few hallways, quiet in the back of the gym, and into a set of offices that were empty. She removed a key from her pocket, unlocked another office, and quite literally threw me into the room as I slammed into a desk just beyond the door. She turned, no door handle on the mechanism, and locked the door behind her, then placed the key in a drawer in the desk. I was shaking slightly with fear and confusion, gaining my bearing as Jessica dropped her things. The room was a decent size, 20 by 20, a large desk, a couch, carpeted floors, and what looked like sound proof pads on the walls. She turned to face me, a wicked grin on her face, looking me up and down like a lion with a gazelle. "Ok, little strong man. Now you're mine, " Jessica said, slowly stalking toward me, my butt on the edge of the desk, her body looming above me, massive breasts at my eye level as she looked down at me. "Jessica, what do you thin...." SLAP... Before I could finish my sentence, my head spun and rang with the trauma of her striking me, an open hand slap that rocked my world, nearly knocking me over onto the desk. "What the f...." SLAP... As she struck me again, she laughed, a full thick laugh of pleasure and enjoyment. I felt blood running down my lips, now swollen and puffy from her powerful slaps. I tried to deflect with my hand, but she grabbed me, fast as lightning for her size, and slapped me again. My head was spinning as she continued the assault. I struggled against her, trying to push her away as she slammed be back against the desk, holding me by my shirt. She looked at my lips, studying them like a science experiment. "Mmm, a few more and they will be nice and plump," Jessica said, holding me steady as she backhanded and slapped me with incredible violence and strength, blood trailing from my now huge, puffy lips. I whimpered through them, wheezing slightly from the beating, "Phleathe... thhtop..oh, god, ith hurthh thoo muthhch.." This made Jessica laugh a rich, hearty laugh, her head thrown back, massive tits heaving in the sweat shirt. She stepped back, admiring her work. "I saw you staring at me, little boy," Jessica said, "Watching me work out. I can tell you like what you see. You want to see more? Want to see the powerful body under all these clothes?" She started to pull her sweatshirt over her head, lifting her shirt below it as well. I could see her defined, ripped abs flexing below the shirt as she pulled off the sweater, a black tank top underneath. The tank top fell down, concealing her abs again as she adjusted, pulling it down, the thread tightly pulled against her massive breasts. Her pale, smooth cleavage was bursting from the top. She flexed before me, towering above me and filling the room, her body enormous with muscle. Peaked, ripped biceps bulged over thick, meaty forearms. Her lats flared from behind her, tapering into a tiny waist over wide, curvy, feminine hips. She displayed her body in front of me threateningly, growling and moaning her exertion as her body swelled and rippled. She walked up to me, leaning forward, flexing her arms in front of me. "Kiss them, little boy," Jessica commanded, grabbing the back of my head forcefully, slamming my face into her bicep. I grabbed ahold of her solid, bulging arm and started to kiss it, shaking in fear, my bloody, swollen lips aching as they traced her veiny, powerful arm. She punched me in the stomach, hard, knocking the wind out of me as i collapsed, my face landing on her solid, massive breasts. She grabbed me and held me up as I gasped for air, grabbing me by the jaw and clenching my face to her bicep, pressing it hard onto my bruised, battered mouth. "Kiss it like you fucking mean it, BITCH!" Jessica yelled, holding my head tight against her arm. I whimpered, tears streaming down my face as I summoned the strength to endure the agony of kissing her hard body with my swollen lips. Her bicep was solid as stone, the pale skin smooth and warm against my lips. Jessica laughed, speaking quietly to me in a menacing, terrifying tone, "That's right, cry for me little strong boy. My new little slave bitch. Lubricate my muscles with your fear. Cover my powerful body in your misery." She yanked my head around, moving me to her shoulder, traps, neck, biceps again, across her pectoral muscles and huge breasts, her abs and defined obliques. She held me by my hair, slamming me into her thick, hard body as I worshipped her and kissed her body through my swollen mouth. I was terrified, yet insanely aroused by this. Being forced to worship this giantess, her perfect body forcefully controlling and humiliating me made my dick hard, throbbing and pulsing in my shorts. Jessica noticed this, suddenly pulling my head off of her stomach, still holding me by the hair, forcing my head down to look at my own arousal. "What the fuck is that? Hahaha! You're turned on by this? That's fucking AMAZING!" Jessica taunted, grabbing my shorts and pulling them outward so she could look down inside at my manhood. "OH, that's fucking gooooood," Jessica whispered, reaching down and grabbing my dick and balls, her huge, powerful hand molesting me eagerly. "Oh, my little bitch boy, that's fantastic. I'm so glad I trapped you, little pervert. Not only do I get to rape your face and body, but you have a nice long, thick cock to use as well!" She leaned into me, releasing my head as I grasped her huge forearm with both of my hands, unable to even close both hands around the bulging, veiny meat that tensed and flexed as she raped me. Suddenly, she flexed hard, her grip squeezing my balls, my genitals crushed between her powerful hand. "Mmm, that's the fucking face I want to see, bitch," Jessica hissed into my ear, pressing into my body with hers, smashing me into the desk as she squeezed my manhood. I squealed like a little girl, begging for her to release me and stop hurting me, "fuck, pphlleaathhe Jetthicca, thhtop, urgnnnghh... phhlleatthhe...." I whimpered into her neck as she leaned over me. Her heavy breathing in my ear illustrated how much she enjoyed this, humping me into the desk slightly as she crushed my cock and balls in her iron grip. Jessica released me, letting a huge breath out in a sigh, stepping back a bit into the room as I nearly collapsed again, holding my mangled, aching balls. My dick had withered under her punishing grip, but it still ached from the arousal that her body and sadistic actions caused. "Come here, kneel, and remove my pants, bitch." Jessica demanded, standing with her hands on her hips, looking down at her biceps and forearms, reveling in her own muscles. I stumbled to my knees, collapsing below her as I grabbed the waistband to the sweat pants, pulling the fabric down over her legs. Her pale skin glowed as I peeled away her clothing, displaying thick, bulging, corded thighs on a pair of long, massive legs. They were the largest, most powerful looking legs I had ever seen. They were defined, veins bulging from the tight, pale skin, yet also thick, meaty, and ballooning out massively from the tendons and bones. She lifted each leg, allowing me to pull the pants over her athletic shoes. "Worship my legs, toy," Jessica said aggressively, planting her huge leg in front of my face, grabbing my head and hair again, and slamming me into her thick, meaty thigh muscle. I wrapped my hands around her leg, kissing, sucking and licking through my bloody, swollen mouth, feeling her press hard on my head and tense her muscles, the hardness and density unbelievable as she crushed my mouth, lips, and tongue against her. She wore a tight black thong, contrasting the stark pale skin against the dark, skimpy underwear. She turned, facing away from me and started to back up, pressing her bare ass cheek against my face. Jessica backed up to the desk, smashing my head between it and her hard, massive glutes, then started pulsing her butt muscles. She tensed, bouncing and flexing her huge, curvaceous ass all over my face, the feeling incredible yet terrifying, as only one of her glutes was as large as my head. She laughed at me as I struggled to press against her, unable to breathe as I suffered, trapped between her hard body and the desk. She stepped forward a little, bending over at the waist, looking at me through her legs. My own legs were split apart in a v, and her feet were between them, at my crotch. She kicked her shoes off, bare feet stepping onto the carpet, inches from my crotch. I watched her slide her feet and calves next to and around my cock and balls, lifting and lowering her feet alternatively, the mass of her calves surrounding my dick, her soft feet on my balls. She watch from between her thighs, looking down at me as she muscle-fucked my dick with her feet and calves, bring me to full hardness immediately. "Ohh, that's a nice, huge dick for such a little, weak boy," Jessica whispered, watching me as her legs massaged and flexed on my dick. The feeling was fucking unreal, the view of her legs, ass, and body enormous, powerful and massive above me, bringing me close to climax. She slid her feet together, tight, smashing my balls and lifted her feet onto her toes, pulling my balls and dick with them, flexing her calves into massive mounds of hard muscle, my dick crushed and trapped between them. I screamed through my swollen lips, grabbing at her huge muscle, unable to budge her thick, heavy body, clawing at her calves, trying to relieve the pressure on my genitals. She lowered and raised her feet, flexing and relaxing her calves, pumping them with my dick and balls trapped in them, my shorts rubbing against her thick, firm calves. I begged and pleaded for her to stop as she laughed above me, still looking down, playing with her massive breasts through her tank top and bra, clearly aroused by my suffering. She stepped off foot by foot, my dick slapping to the ground, throbbing and aching. Jessica turned around, grabbing me by the hair and pulling me up. I grabbed her arm with both of mine as she lifted me by the hair, agonizingly, to a standing position, a foot shorter than her enormous, bulking size. She reached down between my legs and grabbed my balls, her fingers reaching all the way back to my asshole as she tensed her grip, making me squeal again as I clawed at her forearm uselessly. "Remember the arm wrestling?" Jessica said, squeezing my balls until they felt like they would explode, her fingers digging into my asshole through the shorts, pressing on my colon. "Want me to squeeze harder, baby? Hmm?" She teased, pulsing her grip as I moaned and shook in fear, my head still held by the hair in her grip, her other hand crushing and kneading my genitals. She suddenly lifted my entire body with her arm under my crotch, placing her other hand on my throat, pressing me into the air. She held me high above her as I looked down, her beautiful, sinister face smiling at me, huge breasts and cleavage showing from my perspective above her. As suddenly as she had lifted me, she threw me down onto the desk, slamming me down hard, knocking the wind out of me as I lay atop the desk on my back. She walked around me and the desk, my head hanging over the edge of it. She positioned herself facing my body, looking down the length of me, facing my feet. She pulled me toward her by my neck and opened her legs, sliding my head and neck into her massive thighs. Her ass covered my face, my vision only seeing two enormous ass muscles as she clenched down, straightening her legs on my neck and head. My mouth was buried in her pussy, her tiny thong soaked in her arousal, the wetness and heat all over my nose and mouth. She tensed her thighs and ass, locking me tight in a reverse headscissors, smothered and suffocated as her thighs crushed my neck and throat. I panicked immediately and expelled a weak, muffled scream into her, which seemed to inspire her to squeeze harder, my vision completely covered by her tense glutes, smothered and strangled by her powerful curvaceous body. I struggled against her, my hands uselessly pulling on her thighs and ass, feeling her pulse her muscles, flex and relax, flex and relax, toying with me again. I started seeing spots, blacking out as Jessica suddenly relaxed, leaning forward and slightly opening her thighs, a moment of vision, where just enough of her ass and thighs opened around my eyes and created a pocket of air for my nose and my mouth. Her muscular, thick, perfect ass hovered above me in the tight black thong. I gasped a huge intake of air, struggling to breathe, then felt her lean back again, ass enclosing tightly and smothering me again, covering my entire face, my mouth plastered to her pussy. Her thighs were clamping down, flexing and constricting on my neck. I flailed and flopped around on the desk, trying to weakly escape from her, screaming into her muscle prison, the pathetic muffled sound the only thing I could hear, darkness enveloping me as her moisture drenched me, warm and sweet. Jessica repeated this process over and over, leaning forward, giving me just a moment of air and then slamming her thighs and ass back over my face, crushing me. I struggled as best I could, her power outmatching me easily, my hands and arms useless. After giving me one of the brief moments of air, I felt her grab both my wrists and pull up hard on my arms, toward the ceiling. Her otherworldly grip was like iron chains, my arms completely immobile like earlier during our "arm wrestling". I arched my back, desperately trying to breathe and escape, panicking and crying deep inside her pussy, hot and wet, drenching me more and more as she dominated me. She used my arms for leverage, starting to hump and grind down on my face. I felt and heard her thighs slamming into the desk, fucking my face with her moist pussy, shaking the desk and moving my entire body up and down with the force. She pulled so hard on my arms I thought she would dislocate them, pulling me up deeper into her as she rode my face, clenching down even harder. Her wetness was soaking me, pouring into me as she gave me a moment of breath, then doubled down on her pulsing, forceful rape of my face. Jessica started trembling, her legs and ass now iron, crushing and bending my skull with the force, her wetness and heat peaking as she orgasmed. She came all over my face and neck, crushing me into unconsciousness, my body giving up as she climaxed, fucking my face harder and strangling me with her massive thighs as I passed out. I woke up to my ears ringing, feeling like I was just hit in the face, and quickly realized I was. Jessica was slapping my face, back and forth, across my already bruised and bleeding mouth, yelling at me to wake up. She saw my eyes open, immediately smiling and whispering to me, "Wake up, little toy, your pain is just beginning. That sweet mouth really did it for me, fuck. I'm so glad your little creepy face was staring at me, I'm going to use your body all fucking NIGHT!" Jessica grabbed me from the table, lifting me easily in a curl position, my body horizontal, lifting and lowering me a few times. "A little light, but it'll have to do," she said, curling my body easily, her arms bulging massively, my body slapping into her firm, massive breasts. She threw me sideways, tossing me across the room, and I landed hard on my back on the floor next to the couch. She walked up to me aggressively as I scrambled to get up. She pushed me down onto my ass, pressing down on my shoulders. She leaned forward, her legs straddling me, thick thighs pressing against me, her drenched panties in front of my face. Jessica pressed my head back, shoving it down on the couch cushions, and placed both her legs to the sides of my head, her knees by my ears. She slid her thighs outwards, dropping her pussy and soaking panties onto my mouth and nose again. "Lick my pussy, bitch."Jessica said, smothering me with her arousal again, humping my face. I couldn't move, my head pressed against the couch seat, her incredible weight and size on my face, smashing my head in her excitement. I reach up, grabbing her legs, trying desperately to pull her back down and off of my face. She grabbed my wrists, yanking them roughly toward the ceiling again, and continued fucking my face with her hot, wet pussy. I could hear and breathe slightly in this position, her ass mostly on my neck and chest, thighs spread wide. I heard her moaning, gasping her pleasure, increasing the pace of her powerful thrusts. My lips were in agony, swollen and bruised, and I felt like she was going to break my nose. She got into a rhythm, but wasn't as aggressive or violent in this position as when she had me on the desk. I licked and sucked, desperately trying to please her, the agony intense from my swollen lips and the power of her forceful grinding. I felt her climax again, coming all over my face, into my mouth and down my neck. Her sweet juices were warm, and she rubbed herself slower, smoothly gliding back and forth. Jessica lifted up, straightening her legs and standing, looking down on me with a different expression in her eyes. She was insanely aroused, a light coat of sweat covering her bulging, pumped up muscles. Her breasts heaved with her breathing, and her face was flushed, a look of surprise and curiosity on her face. "Why do you feel so fucking good, little slave?" She whispered, speaking to herself, licking her thick lips and glaring at me. "Those sweet lips and that tongue... Fuck I'm going to hurt you so good.." Jessica whispered, leaning down and grabbing me under each arm. She lifted me easily into the air, holding me off the ground, her menacing and mischievous expression returned, mixed with her obvious arousal. She slammed me down onto the couch, and jumped on top of me. Her huge body and massive legs slapped down hard, echoing through the office. She gripped my shirt in her hands, slowly shredding it from the center, ripping it off of me as her arms bulged and flexed with power. She grabbed my arms, crossing them over my body forcefully, tucking each under her legs, held in an x across my body and under her thick thighs, and I was rendered completely immobile again. She stretched above me, reaching down and peeling off her tank top, revealing a black lace bra that matched her skimpy thong, and her ripped, defined physique. Above her shredded abdomen were the most solid, voluptuous, and massive breasts I had ever seen, and she leaned down into me, pressing them into my face. "Worship me, little bitch. Now that you got me all hot and bothered, I might really hurt you, so you had better lick and suck like your life depends on it. It might." Jessica said, pressing her cleavage over my entire face and head, smothered in her glorious breasts. She flexed her legs, ass and hips hard, her pelvis shoving into me forcefully, compressing my lungs under her strength. She bent down, her thick, pouty lips inches from mine, grabbing my throat tightly in her left hand. With vigor and intense sexual violence, Jessica kissed me passionately, her full lips crushing mine, swallowing my tongue and thrusting it around with hers, biting and sucking on my battered, swollen lips. It was the most forceful, powerful, and erotic kiss I had ever felt. She bit down hard on my lips and sucked my tongue, feeling like she would rip it out, making me cry out and squeal into her mouth and lips in pain. This only excited her, increasing the pressure of her sucking and biting as she raped my mouth. She squeezed and tensed her grip on my throat, choking me powerfully one moment, strangling my neck as she bit into it hard, drawing blood in the next moment. Her other hand was wrapped up behind my head, pulling hard on my hair, drawing me harder and deeper into her mouth and her embracing, dominant kiss. My dick was hard as a rock beneath her massive body, her wet panties and hot pussy pressing down and grinding on my dick, soaking my shorts as she became more and more excited. She released my hair, reaching behind her back and under her thick ass, grabbing my cock and balls, massaging them as she humped me through the shorts. The couch was bouncing against the wall as she slid back and forth on my throbbing dick, her thighs knocking the wind out of me as she slammed forward. I still had my arms trapped, but I struggled underneath her for breath as she kissed me passionately, torturing my beaten lips, biting them hard and licking the blood off. It was ecstasy beyond my wildest dreams, yet still incredible agony, and as she became more and more excited, the rougher and more violent her passionate assault became. I whimpered and cried beaneath her, the terror flowing through me as she slammed harder and faster, crushing my body. I felt like she would suck my tongue out of my mouth in her passion. Jessica released the kiss, arching her back and taking a deep, shivering breath, her massive breasts smashing my head into the couch, smothering me in her thick cleavage. She exhaled, looking down on me as she leaned back, my lower body completely shrouded by her huge legs and ass. "That's the best foreplay I've had in quite some time, little man. I think it's time for the main course, though, " Jessica said, standing up, her huge form towering over me. Jessica reached down and grabbed my throat with one hand, the other reaching under my scrotum and ass, and she clamped down, pulling me off of the couch. She continued lifting me, my hands locked onto her bulging forearm that was choking me, as she pressed me into the air, at least 7 feet above the ground. I looked down, her breasts heaving, straining against the silky fabric of the bra, her shoulders and arms bulging with power as she easily held me, watching me with that malicious smile plastered on her lips. She started lowering me down to her thick chest and pressing me back up, easily lifting me over her head, pumping her muscles as they rippled, defined and bulging in the motion. "Light as a feather, little bitch. Let's see if you're tough enough to survive your new master's thirst," Jessica said, holding me overhead and walking toward the back of the room. She released my groin, dropping my lower body but continued holding my throat high in the air in her single hand. I grabbed her arm with both of mine, choking and strangling as I dangled above her. My legs hung down, brushing against her thick, hard body. She walked toward a door in the back of the office, still holding me by the throat with one arm as she unlocked the door. It was a simple turning bolt, and opened into a bright, tiled room. I realized with a start that this was the sauna room, where the steam chamber and hot tub were, behind the locker rooms. I struggled hard, clawing and kicking against her, which made her angry, slamming me forcefully against the door, her grip and the force of her massive arm stopping all oxygen and blood flow in my neck. Tears coursed down my face as I was strangled, held immobile by this goddess. "If you want the entire gym to see you like this, and want me to shame you, keep it up. Stop crying," Jessica said, releasing the choke slowly and lowering me to my feet. I choked, sputtered and gasped for air, leaning against her body, a brick wall of curvaceous muscle that held me up. Jessica reached into a drawer in the desk, pulling two robes out, handing me one and draping the other over her thick shoulders, tying it tightly around her waist. "We're just a physical trainer and a client out here, my little toy. Keep the act or don't, I couldn't care less, but make no mistake, your suffering and my pleasure has just begun," Jessica whispered to me, opening the door and dragging me forcefully by the hand out into the bright sauna area. ------------------------------ To be continued.....