Layla 2
by Eric The Red
You can't stop me. You can do nothing. 

Blurb for link:
"You can't stop me. You can do nothing. I'm going to make you cry and beg,
and fuck you over and over, and each time you come, I will break part of
your body. Now, serve me, toy. Come for your goddess. Submit to my power,"
Layla whispered, starting to gyrate and thrust her hips..."

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Dan was vaguely aware of his other wrist coming loose, then the pressure on
his throat being relieved as he was lifted by this enormous, sadistic
woman. He was lost in his agony and the suffering, the mental dominance
this woman caused him. He tried to talk, to beg for her to stop, his throat
raw and swollen from the constant strangling and choking.

He gasped out a whisper, a barely coherent phrase nearly escaping
"plearrrggghhnngg," before his ribs were compressed into his lungs in a
bear hug, Layla smashing his body in her arms. Her huge breasts pressed
firmly against his face and neck as he dangled in her embrace, held off the
ground, his entire body exhausted and even more useless now against her
power.

Layla carried him toward the mats again, squeezing and pulsing her arms,
enjoying his weak little body bending and compressing as she flexed and
crushed him. He tried to talk, and he was lucky, if he had gotten a word
out, she would have truly hurt him then and there, and she decided that she
was eventually going to have to fix that.

She stood in the center of the mats, leaning into him, her arousal growing
as she watched his little lips curl in agony, gasping for breath as his
face turned purple. She increased the pressure, really flexing and digging
into his body, grunting as she did so with the effort and lust.

"Fuck, it's so hot watching you suffer, my little bitch. My body is so much
more powerful than yours, tough guy." She raised him up slightly, then
turned, throwing her hip and body up into him and twisting, his legs flying
in the air as his back sailed toward the ground.

They both landed on the mat in a heap, Layla on top of him, still holding
his body and his breath in her grip as she slammed him into the earth. The
empty gym seemed to shake as the loud slam echoed throughout, Layla's
laughing, Dan's gasping and coughing, and the sound of their bodies moving
were the only sounds in the place.

She slid up on his body, arms still around his torso, and planted her feet,
lifting him up again in the bear hug, turning and slamming him back into
the ground. She repeated this process several times, laughing and taunting
him as he struggled against her, his muscular body flexing and fighting
desperately, no contest for her much larger, hardened body.

She slammed him again then stood quickly, yanking his body upward as he
struggled to breathe, to do anything against her. Layla set him on his feet
briefly, his legs shaking like a baby deer as he tried to push her away, to
run, but she grabbed him by his balls, and wrapped her other hand around
his thick neck, her powerful fingers digging in deep and crushing his
swollen windpipe again.

He grabbed both her arms, trying to breathe and alleviate the pressure on
his balls as she squeezed, smashing his manhood. Her grip went almost all
the way back up his ass, her fingers pressing onto his asshole as she
squeezed. He felt her adjust, bending down slightly and realized she was
picking him up, lifting him in the air by his throat and crotch.

He tried desperately to stop her, clawing at her hands and flailing as she
lifted him up, pressing him high into the air, grunting powerfully as she
held him, her arms and shoulders bulging and rippling below him with power.

He watched her huge breasts heaving with her breath, enormous and firm even
in the sports bra, glistening with sweat just below her beautiful face. She
was smiling and watching him as she started doing presses, lowering and
raising him forcefully into the air. He was easily tossed into the air and
held, then lowered back down and up, Layla breathing a little heavier with
the incredible display of power.

"Do you feel that strength, little bitch boy? You can't do anything to help
yourself, to stop me. I can use your body as you suffer, and you're just a
warmup for what I can really lift, pathetic weakling," Layla said,
finishing her last rep and lifting him overhead again. She suddenly leaned
forward, turning her hands and arms downward, his body sailing toward the
mat again as she threw him with all of her strength onto the floor.

He smashed into the ground again, bouncing as his air left his body in a
whooshing sound, his head dizzy and throbbing from her choking him in the
air, and the trauma of her powerful slam. She jumped on top of him,
slamming her thighs down onto his chest, her crotch on his neck. His arms
were below her, shoulders and upper arms trapped under her thighs.

She slid up tight, her pussy wet and soaked in arousal on his throat, and
wrapped one meaty leg around his head and neck, hooking it around and
wrapping her other leg around it. She squeezed her legs together in a tight
triangle leg choke, sitting on his chest and neck, looking down at him,
enjoying his face turn purple again as she started to hump his neck and
face in her crotch.

Layla gyrated and thrust her hips hard and fast, rubbing her pussy on his
throat, strangling and crushing him in her powerful thighs, the vibration
of his choking, gagging throat exciting her even more. Dan bucked and
kicked his legs, trying to unseat this goddess, pulling with all of his
strength against her titanic thighs, becoming weaker and dizzy from the
triangle choke.

She sat back a little, seated upright on her new favorite seat, her
enormous, muscular ass covering his entire chest, crushing him as he
struggled beneath her. Layla reached up and tightened her ponytail, her
biceps bulging and massive as she synched it down. She rested her left arm
on her thighs, rubbing and kneading it, enjoying the view of her massive
thigh choking this powerful, athletic man.

Her right hand went to her breast, and she started massaging it, playing
with her nipple, her head thrown back and eyes closed, her arousal peaking
as she rode his neck. She moaned and growled in pleasure, the force of her
thrusts increasing, lifting and slamming his head down onto the mat as she
humped back and forth, her pussy hot and wet near his face, her sweet
arousal evident.

Dan started to fade again, arms growing weaker and dropping to the mat as
she choked him out in her rape, fucking his neck and face hard as he passed
out, bringing Layla to a quivering, massive orgasm. She lifted up, slightly
releasing her hold on his neck, allowing him blood and oxygen, and placed
her pussy over his mouth, slamming her hips and ass forward, fucking his
face as she climaxed.

Dan started to wake up, only out for a second, and the agony, fear, and
terror came back to his expression, Layla watching this as she came all
over his mouth, using his lips to get her off. She fucked his face as he
struggled, trying to breathe through her soaking hot pussy, her athletic
shorts and panties drenched in her arousal.

She came again on his face, hearing him whimper and scream as she smothered
him in her powerful thighs, crushing him beneath her. Once she finished
riding the wave of her orgasm, she lifted up higher, his entire face now
buried in her pussy, thighs and ass, and sat down with all of her weight.

He struggled and whimpered, little muffled, pathetic sounds that almost
made her come again as she smothered him, feeling his body grow weak
underneath her massive form, until he stopped moving, his breath caught
short, buried in the deep, soaking arousal of her pussy, enveloping his
nose and mouth.

Layla sat there for a while after he was out, the thrill of his brain
desperately trying to get oxygen and the knowledge that she could easily
kill him exciting her further. She reluctantly lifted herself off,
unwrapping her legs and standing above him, his mouth agape, breathing
slowly and weakly underneath her.

His body twitched and spasmed below her, evidence of the severe oxygen
deprivation as she smiled, flexing and tensing her body, admiring
herself over her dominated, humiliated prey. She worshipped herself,
flexing and massaging her body, pumped and bulging with the workout she
had, and this new toy she was playing with.

Dan's breathing slowly returned to normal, a change in his pattern that
Layla knew all too well marked his return to the real world, as he stirred,
coughing and sputtering as he woke. She reached down and slapped him hard
across the face, then backhanded him, drawing blood on his lips.

"Wake up, little bitch," Layla said, slapping him over and over as he
lifted his arms, waking to a powerful beating and trying to defend himself.
He whimpered and moaned, clearly in agony, his head throbbing as this woman
continued to torture him. He gasped, taking a deep breath, and uttered the
first words he had the chance to say in what seemed like hours, and the
last words Layla would ever let him say, "Phlleathhe, don't hurt me
anymore... oh god, pleaathhe," he begged, pleading her to stop.

Layla was immediately furious, growing into a rampage. She had given him a
moment to speak, and that made her more angry than she had been in a long
time. She grabbed him by the shirt, pulling him up toward her in a seated
position.

In commanding, intimidating voice, she whispered to him through her thick,
sensuous lips, "You sacrificed your choice to speak when you disrespected
me. I'm going to break you now, and I want to hear you suffer and beg, but
you never get to speak to me again."

Dan grabbed her arm that held his shirt, feeling weak and helpless, his
mind still in shock. He was a bigger, stronger guy, but this beautiful,
curvaceous woman was easily controlling him, beating him senseless even as
he struggled with everything he had. He clasped onto her powerful, bulging
forearm, begging and hoping she would give him mercy.

"Layla, I'm sor-erggkkhh," he sputtered, unable to complete his sentence,
as Layla suddenly shot her other hand out, her fist going into his mouth.
She grabbed him by his lower jaw inside his mouth, her fingers digging into
his gums. He gagged, struggling against her massive forearm as she moved
her other hand to his throat, gripping and pressing him back by the neck,
and started to pull down with her other hand on his lower jaw.

His eyes bulged in terror, strangling and desperate against her violent
attack, and she watched him with a wicked smile on her face as she pulled
down on his jaw, pushing against his neck, her arms bulging with power. Dan
could feel his jaw straining, stretching painfully down in her grip, the
pressure unbearable.

He screamed into her fist, a whining, desperate cry as she pulled down, a
loud pop suddenly coming from his mouth as she dislocated his lower jaw,
pulling down on his teeth. Dan's eyes rolled back into his head as he
passed out again, his mind unable to comprehend and deal with this insane,
violent attack.

Layla shuddered, a chill running down her spine as she was even more turned
on, watching his eyes roll back and feeling his jaw loosen and fall slack
in her grip. She laughed, releasing his jaw and neck as he flopped back to
the mat, his mouth slightly open, jaw hanging loosely, barely noticeable to
a normal person, but she knew he wouldn't be able to talk until it was
pushed back in.

Layla paced, anxious for him to wake up, excited to hear him with his
dislocated jaw, imagining the suffering and agony she was going to put him
through while he screamed, unable to form coherent words. He started to
stir again, and she stepped over his body, straddling him with her thick,
powerful, toned legs, looking down.

He slowly came to, and she waited patiently for him to return to reality.
Dan's head was pounding, and his jaw was aching. He gripped it, a shock of
pain jolting through his head and neck as he remembered that Layla had
dislocated it, ripping it right out of its sockets.

He mumbled, unable to form words, looking up at her with fear as she smiled
down at him, hands on her wide hips. "Grhhurr mphfh nughnn," he mouthed,
pain shooting through his jaw, causing Layla to laugh vigorously, her
massive breasts heaving as she threw her head back, hysterical at his
humiliating attempt at speech.

"Oh, that's so much better, little bitch, I like hearing you scream, but
I'm tired of your pathetic voice, " she said, crossing her arms over her
stomach, grabbing the base of her sports bra on both sides, her muscular
lats flexing as she started to peel off her clothes. She pulled the sports
bra over her head, her massive, firm tits exposed. They stood out,
incredible, solid and perky, small pink nipples hard from her arousal.

Dan gawked at her, momentarily forgetting his agony and the situation,
staring at her perfect body as she flexed above him, bending over and
removing her athletic shorts. Between her massive thighs he traced her
body, revealing thin lace panties, white and frilly and soaked with her
juices with a translucent front, her clean shaved pussy visible through the
fabric.

"Mmm, even with all this pain and torture, you still obviously like what
you see. I don't blame you, look at how powerful my body is," Layla
whispered, flexing and posing above him, her body defined, perfect, and
massive. Dan felt his dick growing hard again, his shorts bulging as he lay
still, afraid to move and in awe of her display.

Layla slowly, sensually started to peel off her panties, sliding them down
her thick, powerful legs. She peeled them off, then stood straight , her
one hand on her hip, the other twirling the panties, a confident and
lustful look on her lips. She reached down, grabbing Dan by the hair as he
moaned in agony, grabbing her hand with both of his as she pulled him up,
dragging him to his feet.

"Stand up, feel my body. Worship me before I break you," she said, flexing
her bicep and pressing it into his face, his beaten, swollen lips and jaw
aching as the hard muscle pushed hard against him. He did his best to kiss,
lick and suck on her muscles, rubbing and massaging them as she flexed.

She moved, dancing and teasingly posing before him, her incredible muscle
solid and thick, hard as a rock to his touch as he caressed her body and
worshipped her. His dick was fully erect now, and as Layla turned around to
face him, her breasts directly in front of his face, she looked down to see
his bulging shorts.

"Ooh, that's so adorable. My little victim is ready to serve me," she said,
grabbing him tight and slamming their bodies together, hugging him to her,
her breasts covering his face, smothering him, her free hand reaching down
and grabbing his bulging dick, gripping it in her powerful hand as he
throbbed for her.

"Mmm, that's nice, little bitch. You're lucky. I'm going to fuck you, and
then break your pathetic body. I know you want it, but you don't get a
choice, and while I ride you, fucking and raping your body, I'm going to
make you suffer, scream and beg through your useless jaw, I'm going to
drink your tears and come all over you while you suffer to my rape."

She released his cock and the hugging arm came forward, both hands gripping
the from of his shirt. She tore his shirt easily, her arms bulging as she
slowly ripped the shirt in half, pulling it off of his body. She reached
down, yanking his shorts, slamming their lower bodies together as she
smiled down at him, and repeated the process with his shorts and boxers.

She stood there, naked, powerful, dominant and controlling, her massive
body looming above him, as he cowered before her, naked and fearful, his
dick throbbing and aching with lust. She grabbed him by the hair again,
dragging him to the weight bench where the 400 lbs was still resting, and
threw him onto the bench.

She jumped on top of him, and straddled his body, her massive thighs tight
against his sides. She slid up, grabbing the bar with both hands, and said,
"Lift the bar, I'll spot you, since we both know your bitch little arms
can't lift it yourself." He hesitated, wondering what she was doing, and
slowly gripped the bar, pressing his exhausted, weakened arms up.

He watched her powerful body flex, her eyebrows furrowed in effort and
concentration as they unracked the massive weight, lowering it slowly to
the bottom safety rung, the bar pressing slightly on his throat as she
released her grip, the weight fully pressing down on him. Dan choked and
sputtered, trying to relieve the pressure on his neck, unable to lift it
off of the safety guard, trapped and barely able to breath underneath it.

He felt Layla place her hands on his chest and slide down, her hot, soaking
wet pussy drenching his body as she slid up and down, his dick throbbing
into her as she rubbed her ass on it, flexing her glutes with his dick
between them, an incredible and amazing feeling.

She slid her pussy down onto his shaft, gliding up and down, the moisture
and heat unbearable, aroused more than he had ever been in his life, even
trapped under this massive weight, unable to speak or barely breathe in her
prison. He felt her press down on his chest as she lifted up, angling her
hips back and bringing his tip inside her wet, soft pussy.

Layla slid down slowly, inch by inch, pulsing her vaginal wall with expert
muscle control, her thighs clenching and bulging against his body. She slid
all the way down, her ass cheeks enveloping his balls, her powerful vagina
massaging his dick as she moaned and squealed above him, her beautiful face
flushed and glowing with ecstasy and sadistic lust.

Dan was in terrifying, agonizing heaven. Layla's incredible body moved with
raw, brutal sexual power, thrusting and gyrating, burying his dick inside
of her, her ass muscles flexing and squeezing on his balls. She slowly
increased her pace, slamming down into him and clenching down on his
throbbing dick with her pussy, the sound of her body slapping against his,
thrusting and pounding him echoing throughout the gym.

Layla began to climax, the heat and moisture from her pussy a raging,
burning furnace of desire as she rode him, her powerful body slamming down
in him, using his body and his dick for her pleasure. She tensed, pausing
slightly, her breasts pushed up and together in massive, perfect mounds as
she climaxed, a guttural scream erupting from her lips.

She started fucking him even harder and faster, riding her orgasm and
pounding into his body forcefully, his dick throbbing but unable to come
from the pressure of her rape, her vagina squeezing him tight, her ass
slamming down onto his balls. She looked down, her face red and her lips
parted as she gasped, breath heaving from her orgasm and exertion.

She grabbed one of his hands, entwining her fingers with his, and did the
same with the other. "I'm going to fuck you, and make you come for me. When
you do, I will break both of your hands with mine." To illustrate this, she
squeezed painfully, her forearms bulging with power as she crushed his
hands, his bones grinding against each other. He screamed in pain.

"You can't stop me. You can do nothing. I'm going to make you cry and beg,
and fuck you over and over, and each time you come, I will break part of
your body. Now, serve me, toy. Come for your goddess. Submit to my power,"
Layla whispered, starting to gyrate and thrust her hips, her hot, soaking
pussy now relaxed, Dan's dick buried in her, just on the edge of climax.

Her sensual, pouty lips, beautiful face staring at him, breasts heaving and
bouncing as she fucked him, the incredible feeling of her power and arousal
overwhelming him, brought him to the edge quickly. She felt him hardening
and his hips pushing into her involuntarily, and slowly, painfully began to
crush his hands, the knuckles popping and squeezing together in her grip.

Dan fought, struggling and gasping for air as she raped him with her
perfect body, closing his eyes, trying not to think about her perfect body
as he felt his hands collapsing to her strength. "Look at me, bitch," Layla
said, suddenly relaxing her grip and holding his hands firmly in her own.

He opened his eyes, saw her sex crazed, moaning, lustful face tilt
upwards,  her eyes closed as she came again on top of him, throwing her
head back, her breasts bouncing and heaving, her neck thick  and defined.
Dan lost it, felt himself surge and climax with her as he erupted, coming
hard and furiously into her soaking pussy.

She dropped her head back down, a sinister smile on her thick lips. Her
arms bulged as she crushed his hands in her own, watching his face contort
in agony as she delivered her promise. His hands snapped, broken bones
grinding and splintering beneath her powerful grip, crushing his fingers
and small bones to pieces.

Dan let out a blood curdling scream through his dislocated jaw as he felt
her orgasm again, writhing and slamming him harder than ever, even more
turned on by his agony and suffering. His hands burned, throbbong in aching
as she released her grip, dropping his mangled hands. She stood, the blood
lust and arousal pulsing through her, grabbing the bar and massive weight
still resting above his throat.

He hugged his broken hands to his chest, crying and whimpering as she stood
over him, leaning down, smiling and laughing as he writhed in agony. Layla
braced her feet, thighs bulging and pressing hard against Dan's sides as
she gripped the bar and plates, pulling it up and off of Dan's neck,
straightening her back and holding it.

She was an image of raw, incredible power, her naked body pulsing and
bulging with strength as her muscles flexed and rippled with the weight.
She held it a over Dan, and slowly lowered the bar onto his chest, the
weight pushing down on him completely, as Layla held it balanced on his
ribs, no more safety bar saving him from the enormous weight.

He was crushed immediately, the weight digging in and compressing his
lungs. He struggled, his broken hands flailing and uselessly slapping at
the bar, gagging and choking as he struggled to breathe through his
drooping jaw. Layla watched eagerly as his face turned purple, as he
struggled for air under the massive weight, surprised it hadn't broken any
ribs yet.

His dick was shriveled and flaccid now after her incredible rape, so she
had no other source of pleasure besides his suffering. She would bring him
back again, that dick was too good to go to waste, but for the time being,
she decided to break him  more.

Layla leaned forward, both hands on the bar, her massive breasts pushed
together in tight, thick cleavage as she pressed down, shoving the weight
deep into her victims chest. Dan's eyes bulged and he sputtered, drooled
and choked, trying to beg her to stop, as she slowly crushed him.

She heard a pop, then another, watching his face contort in pain, his ribs
cracking one by one, the bar slowly pushing deeper into his body. Her pussy
was getting wet and hot again as she heard another series of pops, his ribs
giving in to the weight, and her powerful, sadistic punishment.

Layla didn't want to kill him, so she decided that several broken ribs was
enough, maybe a punctured lung if he was unlucky. She gripped the bar and
pulled it off of him, his body now laying still, unconscious again from the
oxygen deprivation and torture.

Racking the bar, she stood above his broken body, pussy inches from his
face. She felt his hot breath against her thighs and shivered, exhilarated
by the broken, helpless victim that she wasn't yet finished destroying. She
grabbed his jaw, squeezing on the sides of it, moving it back and forth,
feeling him slowly stir and then awake fully, his broken hands scrambling
and pulling at her grip as she punished his jaw.

Layla shoved hard, slamming his jaw back into place, gripping his face
tight in her hand as he screamed, exciting her even more. She held him
there and placed her pussy onto his face again, drenching him in her
arousal once more. He didn't even fight it now, her thighs smashing his jaw
and skull as she started raping his face, pounding her body onto him.

She used the bar as leverage, riding him hard and slamming her pussy into
him harder and faster, hearing him cry, whimper and after a few minutes,
scream into her sex. She reached down and grabbed one of his hands, her
climax arriving quickly on his face, and she crushed his hand again, coming
all over his face and drenching him in her pussy juice as he screamed in
agony.

She rode him, smothering him in her excitement as his flailing and
whimpering slowed, then stopped, falling into the dream world again as she
shook and quivered in her pleasure. Layla stood, walked over to her panties
and sports bar, grabbing both and walking back to Dan's lifeless body.

She waited for him to stir again, then grabbed his jaw, crushing it in her
grip, forcing his mouth open. She shoved her panties into his mouth,
closing it tight, than wrapped her sports bra around his head. She synched
it down over his mouth, sealing the panties in his throat and locking his
mouth shut with her underwear.

"There little bitch, that will keep you quiet while we finish up our little
workout here. I hope you're ready, you're about to get the biggest climax
of your life, if you survive it," Layla said threateningly, reaching down
and lifting him in her arms. He cringed and moaned into her panties,
breathing sharply from the broken ribs.

Layla laughed, enjoying his pathetic squealing, and squeezed her arms
together, crushing him and bending his body over the broken ribs, new tears
and screams coming from his battered face.

Layla carried him over to the weight machines again, approaching one of the
weighted sleds with rods that stuck upright as grips, the members pushing
it across the floor, adding weight for resistance. She dropped him on the
floor and loaded the sled all the way, the small, rounded metal handle grip
sticking up from the weights, only 4 or 5 inches.

Layla then moved the sled near the squat rack, placing it in between the
steel uprights, her massive body heaving and bulging with power as she
moved the equipment easily. She walked back over to Dan, grabbing him with
one hand by his throat, and lifted him into the air.

His body was dragged up against hers, sliding against her hard, chiseled
body as she hoisted him up, smiling at him from below, her massive tits
pressing against his dick as he was strangled above her. Dam hugged her
arm, trying to alleviate the pressure, his hands broken and limply
dangling.

She laughed at how pathetic he was, carrying him over to the weight plates.
She sat him down on the plates, his butt on the edge of it, the metal
handle sticking up behind him. Layla didn't say a word, but started to
massage his dick and balls, expertly caressing and massaging him, her
powerful hand raping him into submission, his dick growing quickly as he
watched her bite her thick, pouty lips.

She was breathing heavily with excitement, his dick now throbbing and
pulsing in her hand as she took her other hand, sliding it under his balls,
her finger probing him, pressing against his asshole. He held onto her with
his broken hands, even giving himself to her by lifting his legs up
slightly. Layla loved his pathetic submission, taking this opportunity to
ram her finger deep into his asshole, slamming it all the way in to the
knuckle, and then pulsing it inside him, squeezing his balls and still
stroking him with her other hand simultaneously.

He screamed again, the pain and pleasure more intense than anything he had
ever encountered, once again humiliated and aroused more than he could
handle. She was leaned over him, her massive breasts pressing against his
face, as he breathed heavily through her panties, shorts, and the painful
rape she was forcing onto him.

"Mmm, that dick is nice and ready for me," she purred, then grabbed his
face, looking deep into his eyes,  "I'm going to rape your cock again,
little boy. You obviously love it, but you can't stop me. I'm going to make
you come when I decide that I'm finished. When you do, I will break every
bone in your body, and leave you here to die," she said, a serious,
terrifying expression on her face.

Dan started crying again, whimpering and moaning as Layla increased her
rape, lifting him up by his crotch with the hand and finger buried in his
asshole, squeezing and torturing his ass and balls. She lifted him above
the weights and suddenly ripped her finger out, dropping him down hard onto
the rounded  metal handle sticking up from center of the weights.

He screamed again, eyes bulging in agony as his ass was penetrated by the
metal object, and watched as Layla turned around, her ass sliding over his
crotch as her arms raised up and braced her body on the squat rack. She
slid back, her wet, moist pussy slamming down into his throbbing, pulsing
dick, causing Dan to be shoved down harder onto the metal handle, punishing
his asshole as Layla started to slam down on him, lifting and smashing
down, riding his dick hard and fast.

She pressed hard against the squat rack, using it to drive his dick deep
inside her pussy, her ass slamming down and smashing his balls, flexing and
bouncing up and down. Her back rippled with power, arms, shoulders and back
muscles bulging with strength, her tiny waist becoming a blur as she force
fucked him, pounding her body onto his dick, forcing the metal rod to slam
deeper into his asshole.

He screamed into her panties again, his dick throbbing as she rode him, her
arousal increasing the power, the speed, and the violence of her rape. He
pressed his broken hands against her massive, powerful ass as it slammed
down, trying to ease the pressure and pain of the rod lodged in his ass.

Layla was insatiable, her arousal overwhelming as she fucked him harder,
completely unconcerned for his body, crushing him under her strength and
powerful lust. She came on top of him, her pussy clenching forcefully and
painfully, making him shrink until she relaxed, forcing him to grow again
inside of her, over and over.

It seemed like hours went by, Layla riding him endlessly, punishing his
body as she came on top of him repeatedly. Dan was delirious, the agony and
trauma from the days events bringing him close to passing out again,
feeling like he would come, his cock nearly bursting in ecstasy before
Layla crushed it again and again, denying him release and then bringing him
back to full size, her toy, her victim she used and punished for her
arousal.

Layla rode another huge orgasm, crushing his dick again just before he
could ejaculate, then lifted off, his dick slapping against his leg. She
turned around, using the pull up bar at the top of the squat rack to hover
over him, her legs wrapping around his waist and the weights.

She watched his face as he held completely motionless, terrified of her, as
she smiled deviously, her breasts brushing against his face. She dropped
down, fast and hard on his lap, slamming the rod deeper into his punished
asshole, her breasts smothering him. She locked her ankles and squeezed
tremendously, his broken ribs bending easily into his body, as he screamed
again, his mind reeling in the unbelievable torture.

Layla laughed aloud, breathing heavy from her new excitement, and repeated
this, lifting herself up, her muscular body stretched and arching above
him, then slamming down onto him, his useless hands and body struggling
against her. She dropped a final time, then slid up and down on his lap,
her soaking hot pussy drenching and massaging his dick again, forcing him
to grow as she slammed into his ribs.

She held his head in her massive cleavage, grinding down, pulsing her
massive thighs on his torso, lips inches from his. She whispered in her
sultry voice, just a quiet message for him as she started to take his cock
inside of her. "Come for me now, little bitch. Serve me completely and come
for me while I destroy you."

She started fucking him again, slamming up and down, thrusting into him,
her thighs bulging with the power of her thrusts. He struggled to breathe,
smothered by her breasts as she raped him, slamming down onto him, burying
the rod in his ass as he started to climax.

She held him tight in her pussy again, clenching and slowing his arousal so
he couldn't orgasm, bringing him to the edge over and over, riding harder
and faster on his body.

Finally, after an eternity, his face was crushed into her breasts as she
arched her back, her head tilted upward in pure ecstasy as her body shook
and quivered through a huge, powerful orgasm. Her arms crushed down onto
his head, burying and smothering him in her perfect breasts, as he felt
himself go over the edge, his dick exploding into her perfect, soaking
pussy, her vagina pumping and massaging him, milking his dick for every
drop.

She moaned and screamed, a guttural, terrifying sound of exertion as he
felt her arms crush down more and more on his skull, bending it with her
power. He started to black out, feeling and hearing his jaw crack and break
under her arousal, her complete and devastating finale, and heard her sigh,
whispering to herself, "Yessss, die for me, little biiiiitch."

One final, desperate and pathetic scream left Dan's body, muffled by
Layla's huge tits and her underwear buried in his mouth, as he blacked out
for the last time, his dick still pulsing and throbbing his final orgasm
inside her, Layla's body the last thing he felt.

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Several hours later, Dan awoke in an ambulance, shivering and shaking from
the pain and agony he was in. His jaw, hands, and ribs were broken, and he
was found laying under a massive amount of weight at the gym. When asked,
he never told anyone what had happened, he was just lucky that Layla had
allowed him to survive... For now....

End.