Megan by Eric The Red Megan came again on top of me, her orgasm bigger than before, a guttural, predatory moan escaping her pouty lips as her huge body tensed, slamming my dick into her at an insane speed, shaking the couch... (Please contact me at cbrneher00@gmail.com If you like this story, or are interested in more!) ------------------------------ Megan stood above me, hands on her hips, breasts heaving massively on her muscular frame. I was aching from head to toe, and completely exhausted, yet she looked like she had just began warming up, her skin glowing with a light sheen of sweat, her arms and legs defined and bulging with power. She looked down on me, a grin on her face as she laughed, completely unconcerned that she was destroying me mentally and physically. She lifted one pale, meaty leg and pressed her foot lightly on my crotch, teasing me once again. "What's the matter, pet? You having a hard time moving?" She said in her sexy voice, my body reacting to her touch once again, my dick pressing against her foot, bringing pleasure and fear to my mind once again. I knew she was going to use me again at any moment, but I didn't know if it was going to be pain and torture, or the fleeting, incredible ecstasy she could bring easily upon me, regardless of anything I said or did. ------------------------------ Megan had been a match for me on an online app, allowing singles to meet and talk, share interests, etc. She had actually found me, and requested a meet up early on. From her profile, I was immediately nervous. On it was a single picture : a tall, pale, athletic girl with green eyes, pouty lips, and dark red hair. She looked very fit, her abs lined with lean definition, and she seemed relaxed and confident. The message she sent was direct, asking me if I was interested in fun but with no attachments, if I was ok with a much taller or larger girl, and if I owned a tie, which I thought was strange. I was ok, if insecure about all of it, and I did own a tie, but didn't know why it matter. We set up a date and time to meet, and she told me to dress professionally with the tie, not to forget it, and to pick her up at her address, an apartment across the city from me. When I showed up, I brought flowers and had the necessary tie on, with a full suit and nice shoes. I knocked on the door and didn't have to wait long before she opened it, my breath stopping immediately at the sight of her. Megan was a good foot taller than me, with thick, defined muscles on every limb. She smiled warmly, and sort of posed, leaning on the door as she said hello. She wore a tiny white pleated skirt with a light blue halter top, a pair of massive breasts jutting out in thick cleavage. "Hey cutey." Megan voiced through her thick, pouty lips, taking my flowers and throwing them to the side of the doorway. "Thanks for those, but you're only here for this." She said, grabbing me by my jacket and pulling me inside. She was massive compared to me, staring down at me, her face gorgeous atop a mountain of feminine, thick, muscle. She pulled me tight to her body, face and lips inches from mine as she loomed above me. "I don't want to waste any time or effort. You're here now because I like your boyish, cute looks and small size. I am going to use you. Your body, your mind, everything. You are now my plaything, and there is nothing you can do." She said this as she tossed me easily over her shoulder and walked back to the door, locking it with a code on the inside, which was strange to me, and then walked back into the apartment. I was completely shocked, the entire situation beyond my comprehension as this massive woman carried me into her home.i started struggling and protesting, her large muscular ass right in front of my facw as I was draped over her meaty shoulder. I realized the floor was covered in thick wrestling mats, and the walls had hooks, ropes, and other leather odds and ends hung on them. Before I could react, she flung me back over her shoulder and down onto the mat hard, the air leaving my body as I hit. Her strength, assertiveness, and aggression terrified me, yet I was still confused. This woman was gorgeous, and had an amazing body. I wanted her, but I didn't know what the fuck was going on. Megan stood above me, her thick thighs spread, bulging and rippling with muscle, down to thick and defined calves above white high heels. She draped a leg over my jeans, pulling up with her toes on my belt and said, "Off, now." I protested again, "Now wait a minute, what's going on? I don't even know you!" Anger flashed across her face, and she said menacingly, "I told you, you are now mine. Take off your pants, or I will hurt you more than you can possibly imagine. " I scrambled as fast as I could up and toward the door, hearing her sigh in annoyance and stalk behind me in her heels, heavy steps right behind my much smaller body. I hit the door, struggling to open it, useless against the lock she had placed. Before I could turn back to her, she slammed into me hard, pressing my body and face against the door, her huge, thick body knocking the wind out of me and holding me with incredible force against the steel. Her huge breasts felt like brick against my head, and I could barely hear her through the mass, telling me I was wasting my time, that I was hers, and that struggling would only excite her more. "Megan, plea..." Was all I could mutter before her solid, large fist smashed into my side, knocking the air from me again, crippling me. I would have fallen to the ground but she held me there, grabbing my left arm and pinning it high up on the wall, my wrist trapped in her iron grip. She spread my feet with her legs, smashing me against the wall and holding my arm pinned as she hit me again repeatedly in the ribs, liver area, and side of my stomach, each blow powerful and painful. I tried to deflect it with my right arm, hearing her laugh at my pitiful struggling, enjoying my misery. I begged and pleaded, screaming for her to stop as she controlled me, pummeling my body and laughing. She grabbed my right arm and pulled it behind my back, then lifted high up, immediately causing agonizing pain as I screamed. "OH, fuck yes, I love that sound, little boy. Scream for me." Megan whispered in my ear, her breath hot against my neck and face as she pulled higher and tighter, my screams echoing through the apartment. "That's right, beg for me now. You won't disobey me again, will you?" Megan asked, pressing harder against me, crushing me into the door. I replied desperately, "No Megan, please, fuck, I'll obey just please let me go!" She released my arm and stepped back, letting my body fall to the floor as I heard her walk back into the room. My arm was throbbing, and I was out of breath, already sweating from the exertion of surviving her agonizing assault. I stood up, and turned toward her, accepting that I was locked in, and that she was going to get her way, whether I fought against it or not. Megan stood before me, kicking off her high heels yet still standing a good 8 inches above me, and started to flex, displaying her massive body. Her biceps were peaked and thickly defined, bulging with power, her veins showing slightly under her smooth pale skin. She spoke to me as she flexed, "Matt, right?" I nodded, afraid to speak, and in awe of her incredible body. "Matt, you're mine, as I have stated, and I'm going to hurt you. A lot. I'm going to use your body for my pleasure. I'm going to crush you and use my strength to overpower and dominate you." She stepped toward me, a glowing excitement in her eyes, "I am going to make you cry, and bleed, and may break you in places," Megan said, standing before me and grabbing my shoulders, pulling my head close to her massive breasts, "you will never be able to stop me. But, you will fight anyway, which I am very excited for, you boys always do. And, if I let you, you will feel more pleasure and ecstasy than you could possibly imagine." Megan said this as she grabbed the back of my head, powerfully and slowly pulling me into her massive cleavage and arms, her tight, curvaceous, muscular body eclipsing my own. She whispered above me, "but not before I destroy you, completely," as she flexed her arms, back and chest, slamming me into her body, my face buried in her huge tits, lifted off the ground from her height and strength, my feet dangling as I pulled uselessly against her powerful arms. I screamed a muffled, pathetic noise into her breasts, feeling her heave and shake as she laughed at me, pulling me tighter and harder into her cleavage, my breath completely gone. She held me just under my jaw with her thumbs around my neck, fingers wrapped tightly around the back of my head and neck, completely surrounded in her grip. I started to black out and felt my arms go limp as she lifted my head out of her muscle prison, her beautiful, but sinister looking face smiling down at me. I gasped for air in the briefest moment before I was plunged into her muscular body once again, held captive easily by this goddess, her body handling mine without much effort. Megan repeated this process, bringing me to the edge once again. I was feeling dizzy, spots and darkness on the edge of my vision, right before she gave me the slightest moment of air, face inches from mine, reveling in my suffering. Up and down, up and down, and held tightly in her embrace, I felt myself becoming even weaker, my body and my struggling useless against her. She held me there in front of her face for a few moments longer each time, watching and laughing as I slowly came back to life in her arms, a delirious mess, nearly unconscious - to a terrified, struggling weakling, just before being buried again. This process went on longer than I had the mental ability to record. A haze of oxygen deprivation, fear, and confusion washed over me, mixed, to my surprise, with sexual arousal from her incredible body and total ownership of me. I had my consciousness return to me some time later in the realization that Megan was now holding me to her lips, kissing me passionately as I returned to reality, held high in the air against her body. Her tongue was powerful and aggressive, just like her, and her thick, warm lips smothered mine in an amazing, unreal kiss. I drowned in the sensation, and felt her lift me again, pulling me from her lips, the dizziness of the assault and the incredible sensation making me delirious. Megan smiled wickedly, and in her sultry voice said, "Mm, little pet, you're sweet as forbidden fruit. I'm so glad I picked you. I can tell you're glad too, even being close to the coma I almost put you in." She held me aloft, with unreal power extending her arms, looking down at my crotch which was bulging from my physical reaction to her. I flushed, embarrassed and surprised at my own body's betrayal. I was terrified and confused, but insanely aroused, and she had no shyness when it came to my erection, licking her lips and laughing at my involuntary excitement. "Here let's cool you down, pet. You take a little nap, " Megan said, pulling me tight and hard into her huge breasts again, wrapping both arms around my head now, tighter than before. I flailed and struggled as I was smothered in her muscles, becoming weaker and weaker as she held me easily above the ground, hearing her laugh in her rich, throaty voice again as I fell into unconsciousness. When I awoke, Megan had me on her shoulders. I was face up towards the ceiling, my head above her left shoulder, butt on her right. My arms and legs dangled above the floor. She had her left hand on my neck, wrapped around it loosely, and her right hand on my crotch. I could feel her massaging it gently, stroking my balls and dick with her large, powerful grip. "I can hear your breathing change, so I know you're awake. More pain, little pet. Beg for me while you feel my power, little bitch. I want to hear you fucking screaaammmm.." Megan said, grunting as she exerted herself, flexing her massive, hardened muscular back outward as she pulled down on my neck and groin. I gurgled out a scream, my back flaring in an agonizing ache as she bent me over her body. I clawed at her hand and muscular forearm on my neck, doing nothing to her powerful grip. She doubled down, constricting my throat to the point that I couldn't scream or even breathe anymore. I heard her exerting herself, flexing her massive body and moaning as I choked and barely screamed between her constricting and releasing alternations. "Mmmppphh. Fuck yes, little bitch. Your pathetic body is making my pussy so wet! Yesss." Megan hissed, flexing harder and holding the position, my body bending to a breaking point, shaking from her powerful body applying this torturous punishment. She relaxed after several seconds, holding me in place on her shoulders, my body trembling in pain. I felt her right hand begin to knead and massage my dick and balls again, aggressively raping me as I was held helplessly above her. "Megan, oh my fucking God, please, you have to stop!" I screamed, grasping her molesting arm, trying uselessly to stop the rape she was forcing, pushing against her bulging, meaty forearm. She froze, her grip tight on my hard dick, throbbing against her strength. "Oh, little bitch, you just fucked up." Megan said, her grip tightening, squeezing hard on my neck and dick, "you don't tell me what I have to do." I felt her hands move to my back and buttocks as she pressed me into the air, fully extending her arms as I dangled above her. "Megan, I'm sorry, please don..." was all I got out before I felt her lean forward, bringing my body down with her arms onto the mat with full force, slamming me into the ground. I was in pure agony, the sound of the air expelled from my lungs and subsequent coughing and gurgling echoing through the apartment. Wordlessly, Megan rolled me onto my stomach as I moaned and gasped for breath. "Huurrggnnhhh" I wheezed, hearing her laughing at me again. She grabbed my arms by the wrists, pulling them behind my back tightly, and wrapped her left hand around both of my wrists. I felt her right hand grab my crotch again as she did the impossible, pulling me up and pressing me into the air again, my arms trapped behind my back and her hand squeezing my genitals as I hovered facing the ceiling again, at least 7 feet in the air, held above this powerful, sadistic goddess. Before I caught my breath enough to beg release, I felt her lean forward again and her arms press me down, the air rushing past my ears as I plummeted toward the earth. I couldn't slow or soften the fall with my arms trapped in her grip. Just before I hit, I screamed, the sound ending abruptly as I slapped hard, face first into the mat, my vulnerable stomach and chest collapsing and shuddering from the force of the impact. I couldn't breathe, move, or even think from the pain and trauma, but I felt her gather my arms behind my back once again, her powerful grip coming back to my crotch, and felt her lift me back into the air. I tried to beg, drooling and blubbering as my lungs tried to reset themselves as she pressed me higher into the air, then slammed me even harder into the mat. I was barely conscious of her laughing hysterically as she repeated this process several times, my body limp and useless against her much more powerful form, my head and body bouncing off of the mats as she slowly destroyed me. Megan repeated this several more times, then held me above her, both hands on my back, my arms and legs now dangling limp. She paced slowly around the room, teasing and mocking me as I finally caught some of my breath. I muttered quietly "please.. no.. please..." before I heard her laugh again, and say something quietly to herself. Megan brought me down again, taking a knee in the motion, her left leg bent in front of her, foot planted firmly on the ground. She brought me down stomach first again, slamming me onto her thick, meaty, muscular thigh. The wind was driven out of me once more, her leg feeling like solid steel against my already beaten organs. She shoved me over onto the floor, staring down at me. "Mmm, cutey, you're all fucked up. Now that I'm warmed up, we can really start," Megan teased, straddling my body and reaching down, grabbing me by the tie I wore and pulling me up toward her. She lifted me slowly, twisting the tie slightly as she balled her fist and flexed her bicep upward, the tie clinching down on my neck with crushing pressure under her grip. I grabbed her huge, bulging forearm with both arms trying to pry her loose, doing nothing to absolve the choke. Megan lifted my body easily upward, pulling my body slowly up her solid, massive frame, close to her face again, her hot breath on my swollen, bruised face and lips. She whispered again to me, "I fucking own you, toy. Soon the real suffering begins. Now, go to sleep." She squeezed tighter, crushing me against her and closing my throat entirely. I felt her punch me in the stomach as well, adding insult to injury as I slowly passed out, her beautiful face and lips fading from my view, the wicked grin and laughter burning into my mind. ------------------------------ Megan stood above me again as I woke, hands on her hips, breasts heaving massively on her muscular frame. I was aching from head to toe, and completely exhausted, yet she looked like she had just began warming up, her skin glowing with a light sheen of sweat, her arms and legs defined and bulging with power. She looked down on me, a grin on her face as she laughed, completely unconcerned that she was destroying me, mentally and physically. She lifted one pale, meaty leg and pressed her foot lightly on my crotch, teasing me once again. "What's the matter, pet? You having a hard time moving?" She said in her sexy voice, my body reacting to her touch, my dick pressing against her foot, bringing pleasure and fear to my mind once again. I knew she was going to use me again at any moment, but I didn't know if it was going to be pain and torture again, or the fleeting, incredible ecstasy she could bring easily upon me, regardless of anything I said or did. I realized suddenly that I was nearly naked, only my tye around my neck and boxers remained. Megan also had discarded her top and skirt, standing before me in a tight blue lace bra and thong, her hard and voluptuous body pumped and more magnificent than anything I had ever seen. She watched me watching her, toying with my cock and balls with her foot, her muscular calf bulging above my genitals. My penis grew to its 9 inch length, throbbing and pulsing for her, and from the look on her face and devious smile, she liked what she felt. Suddenly she leaned forward, pressing down on my balls, her eyes fixed on mine, the pressure just enough to be painful, but light enough that I wasn't suffering, or any less aroused. I watched Megan tie her red hair into a ponytail, her biceps massive and defined in the motion. She removed her foot and slowly paced around me, stopping at my head, facing my feet, her legs straddling my head and shoulders. I could see a wet spot on her panties, and I shivered in excitement and fear at the knowledge that she was aroused from the nightmare and suffering I had just been forced to endure. Megan bent over me, kneeling down to her hands and knees, her massive body looming over me. She grabbed my arms one at a time, taking my wrists and pushing them to the sides of my body on the mat. In fear, I started to struggle and push against her, trembling with the effort. It was useless. Her bulging forearms and upper arms easily held me in place. Megan lifted her body onto her feet and toes, her crotch and legs higher above my head and shoulders, and she looked down at me, her head above my half-hard cock, the red ponytail draping against my thigh. With no warning, she suddenly dropped her hips and pelvis down with enormous force, smashing her pussy, hips, and thighs against my chest and diaphragm. The sound of a forceful woosh of air from a persons lungs filled the apartment once again, a loud and thick slapping sound pairing with it from her massive body and thighs crushing my tiny frame. I moaned, trying to remember how to breathe again, my arms still trapped as she straightened her legs, flexing her thighs hard on my chest, shoulders, and neck, her glute muscles, massive and ballooning out beyond my current perspective, curled into tight, hard packs of dense muscle. "Hurrnnghh.... fuuc....." I moaned again, her powerful body smashing me just with the weight and force of her flexing muscles. I felt her adjust, and plant her feet again, lifting quickly into the air, and just as quickly slamming back down onto me. Her pulsing, powerful thrusts became a rhythm, bouncing off of my chest and lifting into the air above me, her thick body crushing me and grinding me roughly into the ground. She was humping my body and chest with her hips and pelvis, holding me easily in place as she continued bouncing her hips and body off of me, the rhythmic slap of hard, dense meat against meat loud and violent in my ears. Megan was grunting and taunting me again, laughing again at my suffering. She stopped abruptly, releasing my wrists and placing her hands on my thighs. I felt the contrast there, her huge, soft hands covering much of my thighs, wrapping around them slightly. I lifted my arms as I felt her hips come down slowly on my chest, higher up towards my throat, her pussy and ass in front of my face and mouth. I placed my hands on her abdomen and hips as she slowly pressed down, her pussy on my throat. I had never felt someone with stomach muscles as dense and hard as hers. She was solid as a rock, her abs rippling beneath my hands. I felt her thighs tense slowly and wrap around my head and neck, lifting me into her crotch, her pelvis pushing down with her muscular density and power on my chest again. Megan straightened her legs, bringing my face deep into her ass and thighs, my mouth buried in her lace panties. I felt the heat and wetness on my lips, the sweet smell of her arousal all I could breathe as her ass collapsed around my entire face, nearly blocking my vision. I could only breathe deep into her warmth, my oxygen already lacking, but worse now with only her pussy as my limited source of getting air into my battered lungs. I was deaf, muted by the smother of her curvaceous body, and nearly blind. My hands failed on her legs, ass and body, clawing and uselessly struggling against her as she she slowly, slowly and methodically, straightened her legs. I felt esch muscle group go from silky smooth and thick to cords of dense, hard steel against my neck, shoulders, chest, and head. My face was smashed even deeper as she straightened her legs and lifted onto her toes, ankles locked in a tight reverse headscissors. I screamed into her pussy, the moisture and heat increasing, her arousal soaking my lips. It was a muffled, pathetic, and animalistic scream that made her squeeze even harder. I felt my jaw pop, my head throbbing with pressure as she clamped down, my nose and mouth now incapable of drawing any breath from her pussy smothering me, as I started to black out again. Slowly reality rushed back as I felt my limp arms come back up to her hard body, and realized she had relaxed her hold and allowed me air. I wasn't sure how long it had been, but once she felt me start struggling and gasp for air into her soaked womanhood, she clamped down again. Megan squeezed with fervor, her legs shaking slightly from the exertion, ass clenching down massively onto my face and throat. I screamed another muffled, weakened squeal into her, and felt darkness start to threaten me another time. Just before I passed out, my arms falling limp again, she relaxed, bending her legs and lifting just slightly off of my nose and mouth, allowing me the slightest air, her pussy and ass still pressed against my face. I breathed her sexual fluids, the satisfaction in all this torture evident in her body's reaction, the way she used my face, grinding and humping onto my chin and mouth. I tried to lie still, faking unconsciousness in the hopes that I could avoid her scissors again, and I heard her laugh. "I can hear your breathing, my little pet. I know you're awake. What's the matter, you scared of my ass and thighs all over your fucking face?!?" She said with intensity, gripping me once more even harder in her scissors. I felt my upper back come off of the mat, her legs pulling me up by the neck and head, the power and pressure insane, her body far superior to my own. I was lost in her pussy again, my lips and nose crushed by her arousal, I felt her ass flex to enormous proportion, the hardness unbelievable as she shivered from exertion, and suddenly, I realized, from release. Her pussy drenched me in her orgasm, soaking my face and neck, her scissors increasing in pressure and intensity as I slowly passed out, a helpless victim to her sadistic, powerful climax. Blinking awake again, Megan was nowhere to be seen. I tried to lift my head, my neck muscles failing me as I felt my body. I was in shambles. I rolled over slowly, feeling like I had been hit by a truck with D cup breasts, and slowly got to my knees. I looked around to the wall on the far side of where the door was, a large couch against it with big, shaded windows bringing light into the room. I saw the silhouette of Megan outlined against the window next to the couch. She was stretching, looking out the window. Megan was enormous. Her lats were flaring out, holding her massive arms outwards in a wide V shape, thighs long, sinewy, and bulging with power. She was a spectacle of power mixed with luscious curves and femininity, and I felt my cock react, slowly growing in my boxers again. I said nothing, watching her in awe as she stretched, her muscles dancing and bulging in the light. She spoke to me in a commanding voice, looking out the window, "Come here little pet. You get a treat for surviving this long. You're tougher than I thought, outlasting some of my best playthings so far. Plus, your dick is nice and thick, the only thing that truly deserves the body that's destroying you." I crawled to her, coming up slowly to her thick left leg, head down as I waited for her to direct me. " Worship me, bitch." Megan said, displaying her leg, flexing her enormous calf and thigh in front of my face. I grabbed on for dear life, kissing, licking, massaging and kneading her massive leg. She seemed to enjoy it, reacting to me with moans, holding my head hard against certain areas, pulling my hair and directing me to other spots she wanted kissed. This went on for a few minutes, me on my knees as she danced, powerfully displaying and moving her body so I could worship her. She bent down, flexing arms and huge breasts into my face, pressing my mouth hard onto the muscle. "Suck that bicep, bitch. That's right. Feel that power, that hard muscle. I'll bet you want it wrapped around your cock, flexing on your throbbing dick. I'll bet you want me to muscle fuck your dick with my powerful body, don't you, little boy?" Megan said, grabbing my chin in her hands, pulling me up to face her. I was struck again by how fucking gorgeous this goddess was. Thick, pouty lips, beautiful eyes, and an intense, mischievous gaze that I knew firsthand held sadistic, menacing purpose. Megan smiled her evil grin, breathing inches from my lips, "Good toy. Now, you get a treat, " she said, reaching behind her back with her free hand, unbuttoning her bra, and placing it on the couch. She grabbed me by the tie I still had wrapped around my neck, and lifted me up again, her massive arm swelling with the display of power. She dragged me up to her full height, holding me aloft, her naked breasts firm and pressing into my chest and stomach. My face was inches from hers as she twisted the tie in her grip again. "Hold on tight little pet, you get this treat, but if you pass out, I will break one of your bones." She said. A thrill of fear passed through me as I grabbed her forearm that held my tie with one of my hands, the other bracing on her thick, meaty shoulder. I was even more terrified, wondering if she meant what she said as I felt her reach down into my boxers. Her hand was smooth, confident, and assertive on my manhood, massaging and stroking me. It was the most incredible feeling, my legs dangling and bouncing against her much larger thighs as she raped me with her powerful grip. She increased the pressure on the tie, squeezing and twisting, and pulling me into her tight body. Megan planted kisses on my lips, licking and biting them, sucking on my neck. "Stay awake, pet. I'm going to bring you to climax, then deny you. Who knows how long you will last? Or if I'll even let you come for me. Which bone will I break when you go to sleep? Hmm?" She teased, squeezing tight and then relaxing, the pressure and fear mounting as she continued to rape and choke me. I held on for my life, more aroused and terrified than I had ever been, struggling to breathe yet writhing in ecstasy as she brought me to the edge. Her grip was incredible on my throbbing dick, and I felt her stroke me, faster and faster, the most incredible sensation. This, mixed with the feeling of her perfect, steel-hard body and full, perky breasts against me, her beautiful face and lips kissing and adoring me, brought me quickly to climax. Megan felt this, and clenched down hard on my dick and balls, encircling my genitals in her large, powerful hand, denying me release. At the same time she doubled down on the tie choke, restricting all my air in her grip, leaning forward and biting hard into my neck muscle, drawing blood in the process. I flailed, desperately clawing at her grip on my throat and on my manhood, uselessly struggling against her torture. She moaned into me, sucking hard on my neck, then relaxed her grip on the tie, and my cock. As soon as I drew a short breath, the rape of my body began again, Megan now looking into my tear filled, terrified eyes with excitement. She smiled, my blood trailing down her thick lips as I watched her lick it off through my tears, drawing my blood into her mouth. She moaned into me, her breath hot and sweet, increasing her stroking on my dick again, lifting me high and tighter into her perfect body. She licked the tears off my face, kissing and biting my lips, her body swaying and gyrating from the motion of her powerful arm on my helpless cock. "Stick out your tongue, pet," Megan commanded, inches from my face. I took a small breath, the most I could muster, and thrust my tongue out, the tip pressing against her full lips. She moaned deeply, pressing her mouth and lips hard against me, sucking my tongue down into her, her tongue wrapping around mine. She sucked hard on my tongue, a gulping, powerful sensation that made my tongue throb and feel like she would rip it off. She sucked with the same power and reckless abandon that she applied physically to me, dominating my tongue and passionately raping my mouth and body, choking me with my tie in her iron grip, my body and mind reeling. I struggled to breathe through my nose, the sensation overwhelming as I was on the brink of consciousness again, feeling Megan slightly relax the tie grip and increase her pace on my dick again. She moaned hard into my mouth, and I felt her hand become a blur on my dick, her thighs shaking and quivering as she held me. I realized she was having another orgasm, coming in her panties again as she dominated and humiliated me. She released my tongue and broke the kiss, breathing heavily and constricting the tie again, cutting off all the air and choking me harder than ever before. "Fuck yes, little bitch. Come for me, but don't fall asleep... I've decided I'll break your arm if you don't last..." Megan commanded, a sinister and intense look on her face as she choked me and raped my dick, my climax only moments away. Just before I was about to come, she clenched her fist again, cutting off the blood to my dick, smashing my genitals and stopping me abruptly from release. I tried to scream, and couldn't. She laughed at my pained, agony filled expression, and relaxed the tie choke again. I gasped and sputtered for air, crying and weeping openly, my hand on her massive forearm, feeling it bulge with power as she smashed my manhood. I sobbed, begging her to stop and to not hurt me anymore, and I could tell she loved this. Megan laughed aloud as she released my now flaccid dick, wrapping her left arm behind my back, holding me tight against her, my feet still dangling, my cock and balls aching from the pleasure and repeated torture. "What's the matter, little bitch? Your dick is all shriveled! Can't handle my hand job?" She teased, releasing my tie from her grip, sliding her right arm behind my back, her forearms overlapping each other behind me. Megan squeezed me to her in a bear hug, her massive, firm breasts pressing hard into my chest and face, her muscular arms squeezing my ribs and lungs tight between them, crushing me into her much larger body. It wasn't full force, I think my ribs would snap or worse if she applied maximum effort, but it was enough that I had trouble breathing again, and my arms were pinned to my sides. I was still in shock, thinking she might break my arms, or worse, and my dick and balls were aching from abuse and the need for release. I still had tears streaming down my cheeks, and I was shaking from the trauma, arousal, and fear. She started kissing and licking my tears again, bent over me, my body completely immobile and crushed in her arms. Between kisses and biting my lips and neck, she pulsed her arms, pectorals and forearms, crushing the air from my lungs. I tried to breathe, to beg, to even whimper, but she timed it that I got the slightest gasp of air, just enough to keep me barely awake, before expelling my air and keeping it from me with her strength. I was delirious, on the border of sleep and reality, drowning in her passionate kissing, biting, and affectionate lust. My dick was rock hard again, pressing against her ripped, solid stomach. She felt this, and laughed again, commenting, "Ooh, little toy is getting brave again, hmm? You ready to see if you can stay awake, or if I break your pathetic body? You want me to deny you again? You must like this punishment, my little bitch.." She watched my face as she flexed harder, my back popping from the pressure, all the air gone from my lungs. "Feel my strength, bitch. Your breath and your body are mine, " Megan hissed, leaning into the bear hug as she smiled down on me. I started to black out, then the floor hit me in the back, hard. I realized she had tossed me down onto the mat again, and now stood above me, her massive, glorious body bulging with strength. She reached down and grabbed me by the tie, pulling me up slightly, then started walking toward the wall with the couch. She held me by the tie as I clutched it and her arm, choking and sputtering as she easily dragged my body across the room. She lifted me by the tie and slammed me into a sitting position on the couch. Megan jumped on top of me, a loud slapping noise echoing through the room as her thighs crushed down onto my body, holding me tight between her muscular legs. She thrust her pelvis into me, her hips and thighs crushing me into the couch, pushing the air from my lungs again before she sat back down, her massive ass enveloping my crotch and thighs. Megan pressed her breasts into my face and stretched upward, lifting her arms into a bicep flex, and commanded me to worship her again. I lifted my weakened, exhausted arms up to caress her body, feeling the hardness and power beneath her smooth, pale skin as she flexed and displayed her enormous muscles. My dick was hard as stone under her muscular glutes, the warmth from her arousal and moisture still evident. I felt her grinding up and down on my throbbing, aching cock, her warmth and wetness increasing, her breath coming ragged as she flexed above me. Megan reached down and grabbed my boxers, ripping them off and flinging them across the room in one powerful motion. She slid the front of her panties to the side, and started sliding her hot, wet pussy up and down my shaft. "Feel that. Feel how wet I am, beating the fuck out of you. There's nothing you can do but suffer, and beg for me to let you come," Megan said, leaning over me and grabbing the back of the couch, grinding and thrusting into my body, the power of her muscles slamming and crushing me beneath her. "It's time for me to break that arm, little boy," Megan said, taking my left arm and bending it, pulling it up and behind my head. She held my wrist there with her left, then grabbed my throat with her right hand, gripping it easily, my throat crushed beneath her strength. I pulled and clawed at her hand and arm that was on my throat with my free hand, watching it flex massively with power, the veins bulging from her skin as she strangled me. I felt her drive her body up and down, harder and faster, slowly capturing my tip in her hot pussy, teasing me slightly, not letting me inside. I struggled beneath her as she pulled on the arm behind my head and squeezed tighter with the one on my throat, pulling me into the strangling hold, completely helpless. She whispered down to me beneath her, her hard, solid breasts slapping my face that was turning purple, "Go to sleep, pet. I'm going to break your arm right after I use it for leverage while I strangle you." Megan said this as she squeezed her hand on my wrist, pulling it hard to her, with my head between my arm and her massive tits. I felt my forearm start to bend, and the strain was agonizing. This only made her choke more effective, pushing my neck and throat into her powerful grip even further. In this same instant, she slid down hard onto my cock, slamming me into her hot, tight, soaking pussy, her hips, ass and thighs flexing enormously with strength. She lifted up and down, up and down, laughing and moaning above me as she choked me, and raped my body. She relaxed her grip for 3 or 4 seconds, an enormous coughing breath made available to me, and then she powered down on my trapped arm and throat harder than ever. She was riding my dick with incredible speed and power, slamming down hard and rising up, her thick body becoming a blur as I suffocated and felt my arm bending further and further. Megan came again on top of me, her orgasm bigger than before, a guttural, predatory moan escaping her pouty lips as her huge body tensed, slamming my dick into her at an insane speed, shaking the couch. I felt myself passing into oblivion as Megan slowed her thrusts, clenching and relaxing her pussy on my dick. "Feel that, bitch. Come for me as you go to sleep, so I can break your puny arm and come all over your dick again. Come for me. Now." Megan commanded, her pussy gyrating and squeezing with inhuman skill as my enormous, mounting climax finally struck, erupting in a huge wave of ecstasy and satisfaction. I writhed and shook beneath her, feeling my arm pulled even further, the again immense as her grip crushed my throat, my body and mind finally giving in and falling back into unconsciousness. I was vaguely aware as I felt my arm bending, my mind failing, that her enormous body was shaking and tensing once more, her own orgasm striking as she used my body, torturing me for her sadistic pleasure. ------------------------------ End of part one....