Kristin Part 2
by Eric The Red
Wake up, toy. Your body belongs to me, and the longer you sleep, the less time you get to serve me.



Kristin drove quickly to the hotel, flirting and laughing with Bruca again,
teasing him a little as she unnecessarily rubbed the stick shift and played
with it for a little too long... Bryce was more relaxed as well, committing
now to the girl who suddenly appeared in his life, and seemed to have
huntdd him down.. It was still surreal, but he couldn't worry about the
details. He had to try and survive each moment.


They checked into the hotel, Kristin becoming more physical and flirtatious
as they went, wrapping her arms around him, tickling him a little (which
thrilled Kristin more than he knew) in the elevator, little touches and
tubs here and there


When they got to the door, however, Kris took his ketcard away from him,
opened the door, and all but threw him into the room. She locked the door
behind her, Bryce standing there dumbly, afraid to breathe too loud.


She turned around, stretching like a tiger, arching her back, her skirt
raising up, showing her bulging, thick, defined quads. Her shirt raised up
revealing hard lines in her stomach and obliques, and her breasts just
jumping off of her chest in firm, voluptuous perfection.


Bryce followed all this, then up to her face, Kristin's expression
revealing how much she liked the effect her body had in him. Bryce felt his
dick begin to throb, growing in his pants. "Fuck, I'm going to hurt you so
much, little boy." Kristin said, walking toward him and grabbing him by the
shoulders.


"Wha... Kris wait... hurrrgnnnn...what the furrrgghhnnnggg...." Bryce said,
as Kristin slammed him fully body against the wall, then driving a big,
powerful fist into his stomach as she punched him. He grabbed onto her arm,
her bicep flexing massively, unable to even wrap both hands around it, the
solid packed muscle bulging between his fingers.


"You're mine now, little bitch. I'm going to soften you up a bit for my
warm up. Feel free to scream, too. I reserved the floor for the night.
You're all alone with your goddess. Now.." Kristin said, holding him
against the wall by his neck, "beg for me, little bitch."


Kristin slammed her arm into his stomach again, nearly collapsing him but
remaining upright from her grip in his throat. He tried to block her
strikes, uselessly putting his arms in front of hers to slow the blow as
she pummeled him, ribs, stomach, chest, arms, even his legs.


She was fast, and didn't hold back, really laying into him. Bryce was
athletic, a good 5'10" height with broad shoulders and a thick frame. Yet
he was being manhandled by Kristin, in so much pain he couldn't even cry
out, trying to collapse as his stomach was pumelled. He was held tight by
the throat, unable to hide and genuinely afraid.


Kristin was laughing at him, teasing him like a schoolyard bully, faking in
and out and slamming his neck against the wall when he toppled over from
the strikes. "Ok, my little rag doll, let's test out the furniture.
*Kristin said, finally relenting from the strikes.


She reached down and grabbed his entire crotch, dick and balls and part of
her fingers near his ass in one large, firm grip. She then lifted and
grabbed his chest with the other arm as he held onto her massive body.


She lifted him in one motion, a powerful grunt coming from her thick,
lipstick covered red lips. She pressed him so he was inches from the
ceiling and held him, a 200 lb man, while she was still in her heels.
Kristin then tossed him across the room onto the bed as he landed in a big
heap.


Bryce took the opportunity to beg and plead, terrified of Kristin and
already fearing for his life from the pain she was causing. "Kris what the
fu, Jesus... Please don't... Oh God..." He stuttered, unable to complete
his sentence before she jumped on top of him on the bed, wrapping him up in
a ball and lifting him again.


He fought against her with everything he had, completely helpless under her
powerful control as she threw him around the hotel room, smashing him into
lamps, chairs, dressers, doors, onto the bed in various slams, and the
floor.


She was still laughing and mocking him, moving quickly and aggressively
from one hold and throw to the next, seemingly incapable of becoming tired,
her muscles bulging and flexing larger with exertion. In between each
devastating motion, Bryce begged as Kristin had commanded, which only
seemed to fuel her motivation, arousing her menace.


Bryce was desperate, and started throwing punches. Kristin laughed even
harder, taking a shot on the neck and stomach like they were tennis balls,
and trapped his arms to his sides. She wrapped her huge, steel like arms
around his chest and back, her breasts heaving with power into his frame as
she looked down on him, face inches from his.


"Oh, you're perfect already, little bitch." Kristin said as she increased
the pressure of her bear hug, crushing the air from his lungs as her back
arched and beautiful face grinned in sadistic pleasure. "Go to sleep for
me, little toy. When you wake up, you will know more pain."


Kristin's eyebrows furrowed in a display of her powerful exertion, growling
like an animal as she shook with power, squeezing the life out of Bryce.
She felt his ribs bend where others had broken, and she moaned in pleasure
as he went from flailing and gasping for air to a limp, defeated ragdoll,
tossing his body back onto the bed.


She set the timer on her watch, testing to see how long he would be out,
when she saw him start to stir on the bed. She was surprised, usually after
suffocating them like that they were out for several minutes. This could be
a fluke, but either way, less down time for her meant more play time for
both.


Kristin kicked off her high heels and jumped on the bed, her stockings
sliding on the fabric as she layed down on her side perpendicular to Bryce.
She pulled his body into her thighs, into the body scissors that had broken
her exes ribs, and waited for him to fully recover.


She shifted her hips back and forth, his body tightly locked between her
massive thighs, covering from his belt to his chest, and it shifted him
with her legs. Left, right she alternated, his body twisting with the
motion. It was sensual, yet controlling and displayed her dominance and
power of his body.


He awoke fully, sputtering, "Kris, what the fuck... Why are you doing this?
I like you, and I'm attracted to you, this isn't happening, you can't do
thi... hrrrgnnggg..." Bryce cut off, suddenly robbed of breath and the
ability to speak as Kristin squeezed him, locking her ankles and flexing
her massive thighs.


"This IS happening, Bryce. Your life changes now. It becomes mine, every
inch of you," she said, reaching down to his crotch and massaging him again
with her powerful hand. He resisted, trying to press against her massive
forearm and thighs, which she loved. Kristin continued, "I can and will do
this to you, and so much more. You want it, you want me to hurt you and
make you suffer with my massive, sadistic body. You will beg me to stop,
and beg me for more. Your mind and body, as I said, are mine."


Kristin started alternating between squeezing and relaxing, tensing as his
face turned bright red, mouth open in drowning suffocation, and then
relaxing, giving him just a few moments to breathe, and beg like she
wanted.


Through all of this, he was becoming hard, his erection bulging in his
pants, and he was bigger... much bigger, than she had originally expected.
"Oh, Bryce, yesssssss," she hissed, squeezing harder than she had before,
feeling his thick ribs bend under her control again, "yessss, I'm going to
fuck this cock so harrrd."


"I know you want this, and I'm going to break you to my will. You will obey
me completely, and there will never be an escape. I will use you and ruin
your body as it pleases me. I know you are scared, you will beg and cry,
but there is nothing you can do. It will simply arouse me further, and your
pain will continue."


Kristin was undoing his belt, holding one of his arms above his head,
pinned to the mattress as she pulsed her thighs and massaged his dick. He
attempted to fight her thighs and arm off with his hand, but compared to
Kristin, he was weak, pathetic, and frail.


"Kris... No... Oh my fucrrrghhnnnnn..." Bryce said, his air slowly
compressed from his lungs again from Kristin's massive, powerful thighs.
She finished removing his belt and unbuttoned his pants, sliding her hand
into his boxers, grabbing his balls and large dick in her firm grip.


Kristin continued to alternate squeezing and relaxing, taking him to the
edge of consciousness, feeling his struggling and useless attempts at
prying at her thighs and bulging forearm raping his cock start to slow, to
weaken. She would release, let him catch a few breaths, just enough to stay
awake, then power down hard, driving the air from him quickly and
forcefully.


Kristin was incredibly aroused by this, dominating and embarrassing him
while feeling his cock throb and pulse, thick and long. She would make this
last for hours before giving him any sort of release. Her mind was now
completely awakened to her new role, and she needed more, wanted complete
and utter humiliation for Bryce.


Kristin stopped her forceful rape and grabbed his face, leaning over him
and squeezing her legs as hard as she could, feeling his ribs bending
again, his face contorting in agony. She whispered to him, teasing and
mocking him, "Give me your breath, toy. When you wake up, I'm going to be
raping and crushing you harder. There is no escape."


Her legs shook with exertion, his body shaking with hers like a ragdoll, as
he fell limp to her squeezing, passing out on the bed. Kristin unwound
herself and knelt next to him, removing his pants, boxers and shirt,
leaving him naked on the bed.


She removed her top, revealing a dark lace bra wrapped around massive
breasts, her cleavage jumping out from the lingerie. She took of her heels
and skirt, wearing only her dark stockings and black lacey boy shorts.
Tears and rips had already formed in her stockings where her muscle flexed
through, which aroused and excited her. She was literally flexing through
her clothing, her power and size growing with excitement.


Bryce awoke to Kristin standing over him, straddling his body, hands on her
hips, a gigantic, muscular, and curvaceous goddess that was now his entire
world. "Oh my fucking God, Kris, you're going to kill me." Bryce said,
bruises on his body already from the punishment, rubbing his ribs. "Where
are my clothes? Wha... Kris wait!" He said as Kristin stepped forward
towards his chest and head and dropped down into him, slamming her legs and
ass down hard into his chest.


She pinned his arms down above his head and slid up, her hot, wet pussy
soaked through her panties on his throat, ass covering and pressing down
hard on his chest. She arched back, flexing and displaying her ripped
abdomen, her face disappearing from view behind her massive breasts as she
towered above him.


His breath came ragged as she flexed her hips forward, her pussy crushing
his airway as his legs failed uselessly. "No more talking. Every word you
say will result in punishment. I will make you scream and beg, but it will
be met with pain and humiliation. Do you understand?"


Kristin say up slightly, looking down at him questioningly." Bryce
hesitated, confused and scared to death. "Kristin, I..." Bryce started,
abruptly being silenced by Kristin's hand, slapping him hard across the
mouth, then returning in a backhand again, his lips stinging from the
power. "Ahh what the fu..." Four more hits rang down in him, her powerful
arm flexing above him with exertion before becoming a blur as she punished
him.


"That's it, little boy. Keep talking. This is really good for me. Your
pouty, sexy lips are getting all swollen for me. Keep talking, I want them
a little more bruised before I fuck your face." Kristin breathed in a sexy,
sultry voice through her own thick, pouty lips.


Bryce was shaking, on the verge of tears as he whuosered and struggled for
breath beneath her. "Say you're my bitch, and you want me to hurt you. If
you don't, I close my fist this time." Kristin said, pressing her pussy
down hard on his throat, momentarily blocking all the air and choking him.
"Say it, toy. Say you're my bitch, that you love when I hurt you. Beg for
more. NOW!"


Kristin cocked her fist back, bicep swelling and bulging as she commanded
him to obey. "I... I'm your bii..." Bryce started, pausing as she struck
him. "Keep going, bitch!" Kristin yelled, slapping him as he spoke with
powerful, painful strikes."I'm your...I'm your bitch, I love when
you...hurt me, oh my fucking... please, Kris, my goddess, hurt me MORE!"
Bryce screamed, openly crying and fighting desperately and uselessly with
his free hand to block her assault.


His lips were bleeding, mixing with the tears as Kristin finished slapping
him, releasing his other hand, and sliding down to straddle his waist. She
intertwined her legs with his, muscular arms to each side of his head,
breasts inches from his face as she leaned down over him.


She straightened and flexed her legs in a grapevine, adding pressure that
pushed some of the air out of his body from her hips and ass crushing down.
Kristin leaned her head down, licking the tears and blood from his lips,
kissing him and biting hard on his puffy lips, enjoying Bryce's crying and
whimpering.


She moaned into him, grinding her wet pussy and hips onto his chest,
reveling in his agony. Kristin laughed above him, loving every second,
loving his body and the continued erection he had for her even while she
humiliated and beat him.


Kristin lifted her hips up and curled her legs a bit, getting leverage
before she slammed her pelvis and hips down onto Bryce with a loud slap
that echoed through the hotel. She lifted herself again, coming down hard
onto his diaphragm, the sound of a guttural, air draining grunt coming from
Bryce's pouty, swollen lips.


Kristin held repeated this, lifting high off of him then slamming down
hard, sometimes bouncing repeatedly off of him, other times straightening
her legs and flexing her glutes, smashing his body with her powerful
curves. Bryce fought against her, holding onto her hips and pressing
uselessly against her thighs and stomach to try and soften the blows.


Bryce was terrified, yet insanely aroused. He has always been turned on by
women like Kristin, and she was by far the most incredible and beautiful
woman she had ever seen. He also loved watching a woman dominate, hurt and
humiliate a man, but never actually thought it would or even could happen
to him.


Bryce felt himself weakening, mentally and physically as her body was
grinding his slowly into the mattress, each blow like a punch in the
stomach as he struggled to breathe, unable to even beg for lack of oxygen
and for fear of more of her strikes. He felt her tighten harder than she
had before, her massive body shaking with exertion, her face glowing and
slightly red with passion and lust.


Kristin watched him watching her, realizing he was suffering and yet still
looking into her eyes with wanting, a mix of terrible fear and wonder at
what she was doing, and lust from what deep down, they both really, truly
wanted. She held her lower body tight as she crushed him, and leaned down
onto him, her massive breasts slowly enveloping his head and face.


Bryce was now blind and nearly deaf, her cleavage blocking out all
sensation, an incredible feeling as he suddenly realized his oxygen was
also blocked, smothered by her perfect, firm curves. Kristin wrapped her
muscular arms around his head, locking it in even tighter, and flexed her
upper body and pecs, crushing him in her powerful, solid curves.


Bryce screamed a desperate, terrified scream into her cleavage, muffled
into almost nothing as he struggled with his much weaker arms, pulling and
clawing at her body as he was completely held immobile. Kristin heard this,
loving the panic and fear she was causing, and flexed her body as hard as
she could.


She felt his knee joints pop with the pressure of her legs, his ribs
bending from the thrust of her pelvis, and his head and neck completely
disappearing under her feminine assets and powerful arms. She moaned,
shaking and on the verge of orgasm as she felt his struggling start to
slow, arms flailing and then suddenly falling limp on the mattress.


Kristin felt him suffocate and pass into unconsciousness again beneath her,
and flexed harder than ever as she rode a massive orgasm, holding his
beaten body in the position for a few moments before releasing him and
sitting up. His face was red and had lines from her bra, pouty lips open in
a o shape, completely asleep from the oxygen deprivation.


She releazied suddenly as she looked at him that he was the one. His
erection slowly shrinking beneath her, his endurance to her much more
powerful domination as she beat and punished him, his handsome face. He was
the one, and she was going to humiliate, beat, and break him into
submission.


She already knew he was hers, that he would beg for more even as he begged
her to stop, but she wanted everything. His entire will, his body, and his
mind would belong to her. She would break him every second of every day,
mixing confusion, fear, passion and pleasure with unending, powerful,
humiliating pain.


Bryce slowly started to wake again, Kristin straddling him, looking down
with her hands on her hips, the size of her body a huge contrast to his
small frame. "Wake up, toy. Your body belongs to me, and the longer you
sleep, the less time you get to serve me." Kristin said, watching him
actually struggle to wake up faster as he heard her voice.


Kristin thought to herself that he was already serving her perfectly, his
obedience to her command complete, even as he awoke from the blacked out
state she had just caused. "Its time for you to fully submit to me. I came
once already, and now I want more. Beg for me to fuck you." She said,
grinding her hips slightly on his body.


Bryce started begging then quickly flinched in fear as Kristin raised her
hand like she was about to slap him again for speaking. He begged well, the
fear and true, immeasurable desire for her and the rape she was teasing
evident in his voice and expression.


"You remember now," Kristin said, removing her bra and panties and placing
them on the bed next to Bryce. "You asked for this, little bitch. I would
have taken it anyway, and raped you all fucking night, but you begged for
it. That's how much I own you."


She reached back, grabbing his cock and balls in her large, powerful grip,
aggressively massaging him as she started humping his body, the mattress
and bed moving with her powerful body. She was wet and hotter than she had
ever been, looking down on Bryce, her other hand pressing hard on his
chest.


He gripped her forearm and upper arm, trying to ease the pressure but also
rubbing and worshipping her muscles, adoring every inch of her powerful
body. Kristin smiled, loving his obsession with her strength even as he was
about to be raped, and not just in the way he imagined.


She slowly moved her hand lower, her finger teasing and pressing slightly
onto his asshole, and his eyes widened in fear, suddenly realizing what she
was about to do. "Kristin, nouuuurrgghhh!" Bryce said, squealing as she
slammed her finger deep into his ass, still massaging his balls and cock as
she fingered him, slamming her it deep into him as she increased her
grinding on his body.


She was flexing her glutes and thighs onto his lower body at the same time,
watching his eyes roll back into his head from the rape and humiliation she
was causing. She felt his thick, lengthy cock swell and bulge as she flexed
her ass on it, crushing and massaging it in her curvaceous, bowling ball
sized ass cheeks.


"You like that, don't you bitch?" Kristin said, increasing the speed of her
fingerling, grabbing his throat tight in her other hand, clutching his neck
tight and leaning onto his throat. She lifted her hips and arched her
muscular back, adjusting her hot, soaking pussy onto his tip, slowly
pushing down as she felt him penatrate her.


Bryce struggled as she teased him, he tried to lift into her, trying to
press his thick cock inside her, and unable to move an inch under her
control, struggling to breathe under her powerful arm, his legs flailing as
she raped his ass with her finger, a mix of embarrassment and shame with
new found pleasure in the sensation.


Bryce watched her thick, pouty lips spread into a mischievous smile, then
his eyes shut and his entire world became paradise as she thrust her hips
and ass down hard, driving his nine inch dick all the way up to the hilt
inside of her wet, hot, tight pussy.


Kristin rode him hard, fucking him like the sex toy he was, strangling him
and finger fucking his ass while she clenched her ass and pussy down, her
body glowing with sweat and bulging massively in her strength. She slid her
finger out and released his neck, slamming both arms down onto his chest
for leverage, as she started to fuck him harder and faster.


Kristin's hips and ass became a blur, her muscular body hovering above his
as she fucked him hard and fast, rising up and slamming down, more loud,
powerful slapping noises echoing through the hotel. She started to climax,
moaning an animalistic, enormous growl as her body writhed and quivered
with strength.


Her pussy and ass clenched down so hard that Bryce was denied, his dick
smashed in her powerful vagina as she came on top of him. Kristin rode the
orgasm, then collapsed on top of him, massive breasts heaving and covering
most of his face, the wight of her powerful body pressing down on him.


Bryce realized then and there he wasn't going to be allowed to come, that
she would deny him... And he nearly broke into tears then and there,
knowing more pain and suffering was to come, and the unbelievable pleasure
that resulted in only more frustration. He knew he was going to continue to
suffer, and he told Kristin this, whispering to her as she started to calm.


"Kristin, hurt me more, please. Let me serve you. I love being used by you,
I want you to beat, rape, and fuck me, for the rest of my life. I love
you." Bryce said, as Kristin raised up above him.


She looked down, her beautiful face and powerful body looking refreshed and
energized as she grabbed his face forcefully. "It doesn't matter, little
bitch. You're mine, and your decisions, voice, and will mean nothing. I
know you want this, but I will ruin you, and you will never stop loving it.
Now, beg for me to give you release that you know will never come."


Kristin slowly reached down and grabbed his dick again, starting the
pleasure, pain and suffering all over again.


END