House Party - An Aftermath
By San Kirkpatrick Picard

Things just weren't the same after I was beaten in a fight with Nicole and beaten 
up by Meg. See "House Party Part II," for what happened to me. Meg had 
humiliated me in front of my closest friends as I sobbed like a baby while being 
beaten up by a woman half my size.

Despite my male friends outnumbering Meg's female friends, Adam, Joel, Ben and 
Jake were easily held off by Jess and Nicole as Meg beat me.

Jake, Meg's boyfriend, warned me that now that Meg had a taste for dominating 
me, Meg would soon be itching to force something out of me. 

"Don't wait for her dude," Jake warned. "Just tell her you'll give her a hundred 
bucks a week for her to leave you alone."

I couldn't believe that I would have to submit to this tiny but tough voluptuous 
woman. I was just over 6 foot tall and weighed about 260 pounds. I worked out 
5-6 times a week. I was easily stronger than pretty much any other man I knew.

Jake could see the hesitation on my face.

"Sometimes she still beats me up for the fun of it," Jake started explaining, "but 
she did it a lot more before I started doing chores for her and paying her off. She 
hates cleaning and loves shopping. It's your best option, trust me"

"Why do you stay with her?" I asked.

"Well, I'm scared of her, that's part of it." Jake said.

"You could still leave her," I replied.

"But she's fun too. She lets me play with her tits. I can't even cover one of them 
with both my hands. And that ass of hers is powerful as hell. You have no idea of 
what it's like to by fucked by her."

I felt as though there was something that Jake still wasn't telling me.

A few weeks had passed since the defeats, however, over time, I began to second 
guess my loses to both women. Had I really fought them with all that I had to 
give?

Meg had forced me to the floor and pinned me, but the more I thought about it, 
the more I thought I could have fought myself free had I really wanted to. I 
convinced myself that the reason I had failed to eventually beat her was that I 
was simply in shock from being dominated by such a small woman.

The loss to Nicole was harder to reconcile, but again, Nicole had caught me off 
guard. I convinced myself I would beat either woman in a rematch.



One morning I came home to find Jake in the kitchen with Meg. Jake looked an 
absolute mess. His eye was swollen shut and lips were split. A large, yellow and 
purple bruise was spread menacingly over his cheek. 

Jake looked as though he had been badly mugged. Meg was gently washing his 
face. I was immediately filled with rage, wondering who had done this to Jake but 
was grateful for Meg tending to him.

"I'm sorry Jake," Meg said "But you only have yourself to blame."

What was Meg talking about? Had she done this to him? We all knew Meg beat on 
Jake, but while we knew she often took it too far and Jake was helpless to stop 
her, it never got too brutal.

Jake just stared at the floor.

"What the fuck is going on here," I demanded.

Meg spun around to see me towering over her. 

"Well," Meg began sheepishly "Jake was doing some washing and accidentally 
loaded one of my favourite bras into the machine and you see, he did a hot cycle 
and he totally destroyed it."

"So you did this to him over that?" I asked incredulously.

"Well, bras in my size are really expensive and sexy bras like the one he ruined 
are really really expensive. I had to buy it online. I don't think I'll be able to 
replace it."

"So you did that to his face over it?" I shouted, pointing. "You've gone too far 
Meg."

"Dude, please don't piss her off," begged Jake. His voice was slurred and I could 
tell it was painful for him to speak.

"Jake, Meg and I are going to have a little chat so why don't you leave us."

Meg stared up at me.

"Yeh, leave us Jake," said Meg, menacingly.

Jake didn't need to be told twice. He got up and limped hurriedly away. My rage 
only increased. Whatever Meg had done to him, he seemed to be having trouble 
walking. All over a fucking bra?

"Well, you wanted to chat?" Meg said sweetly, but sarcastically. "What do you 
want to chat about?"
 
I was so angry, I rushed Meg and tackled her to the ground. As I rushed her, the 
look of surprise on her face was almost worth the beating that she had given me 
a few weeks ago.

I slammed into her hard and used my considerable weight advantage and 
momentum to tackle her to the floor. I crashed on top of her with a force that 
should have knocked out any man or woman her size but Meg was a tough bitch.

Meg quickly recovered and immediately wrapped her legs around my torso. She 
thrashed about as I tried to hold her down. I was on top of her and she was 
buried under my huge body as she thrashed.

Her enormous breasts were squashed underneath my solid pecs. As her legs 
clamped around my hips, my cock was crushed against her pelvis. The last time 
she beat me, she had used her legs to pin by arms to my sides, leaving me 
helpless to fight back. It was so unsettling that she was so much stronger in the 
hips and legs than I was, that I had no time to be aroused by her feminine curves.

I easily weighed twice as much as she did but I still had to struggle for dear life 
and use every ounce of my strength just to hold her down. It was at this moment 
that I had the tiniest of regrets for attacking her. The power in her body was 
incredible and if she found herself on top of me again, I realised I would have no 
hope of escaping her. I had been an idiot to think that I ever could have escaped 
her the first time we fought.

Still, the first time she defeated me she was on top, but this time I felt like I had 
her. Her tiny wrists were wrapped in my large hands. Meg had incredibly 
muscular but toned arms that were deceptively strong for such a tiny woman but 
no matter how she struggled, she couldn't break free of my large hands. I felt as 
though I had her under my control.

I pressed my mouth against her ear.

"Keep struggling bitch," I snarled. You might be able to do whatever you want to 
Jake, but I'll put you in your place woman."

Meg simply turned her head and stared at me and smiled. That smile made my 
blood run cold. She simply looked amused. I felt as though I was about to regret 
what I had just said.

It suddenly occurred to me that perhaps the look of shock on her face when I 
attacked her wasn't because she thought I'd gotten the jump on her, it's was that 
she was surprised I would be stupid enough to attack her.

Meg was a proficient gymnastic and gym junkie and was as supple as an octopus. 
Still, she shouldn't have been able to move beneath me under my weight. Despite 
her situation, her huge, solid ass and wide, womanly hips twisted effortlessly 
under my hulking body. She arched beneath me and I felt my body rises as her 
thick, muscular legs graced their way towards me like two anacondas and 
wrapped themselves around my arms.

My arms were trapped behind her knees and her quads and calves bulged as her 
legs tightened around my arms. I was helpless to stop her as she casually pulled 
herself free. My hands were helplessly pulled from her wrists and I caught a 
glimpse of her face and she smirked at me.

Now that her hands were free, she grabbed two handfuls of my hair and pressed 
my head forcefully away from her with her arms extended. She relaxed her legs 
from my arms and twisted her legs away as her powerful body twisted and 
contorted under my huge bulk. Despite my sudden terror, I couldn't help but be 
impressed with her flexibility.

I took that moment to grab her arms as I struggle to free myself but she was 
simply too strong. As her legs came towards me again, she let my wrists go and 
with my arms now free I attempted to claw at her for anything to grab onto. Her 
legs slipped through my grip with mocking ease. With prodigious flexibility and 
strength, she wormed her legs around my head and neck in what I realised was 
preparation for a triangle choke.

I took this moment to try and get up and escape but Meg grabbed two handfuls of 
my shirt and held me as one leg pressed behind my neck.

"Oh no, you stay here you silly boy." Meg mocked. "You need to be punished too."

I fought with absolute desperation and as I twisted and thrashed, I was 
incredulous. There was no way that this tiny woman could possibly beat me 
when I had taken her by surprise. Just her tiny frame crushed under my weight 
should have been enough to beat her.

Her powerful legs tightened around my neck and I was suddenly struggling to 
breathe. An unbearable, stabbing pain shot through my neck. I tried to tell her to 
stop but I couldn't talk.

As she choked me, I used everything I had to fight my way out of her hold, but the 
longer the hold continued, the more I quickly lost the energy to fight.

Out of desperation, I clawed my nails into her legs with one final desperate 
moment of strength and tried to pull myself free but I barely had to strength to 
lift my arms. Meg winced, but pulled my arms away as I finally felt myself go 
limp.

"Stay awake you big brute of a man," Meg whispered to me, sweetly.

Meg's legs slackened a little as she felt me slump in a sadistic attempt to keep me 
conscious but trapped.

She used her legs to pull my head closer towards her and her tiny fists started to 
pummel my face. I felt stinging pain in my eyes, jaw and then cheek as she hit me 
one, two then three times.  A fourth blow to my nose made my eyes water. 
Another blow and I felt a stinging pain shoot up my sinuses.

I'd never actually been hit in the nose before and it shocked me how painful it 
was. I prayed that she wouldn't hit me in the nose again but she did. After a third, 
forth and fifth blow to my nose, silent tears were streaming down my face. Her 
legs relaxed a little more as I was about to pass out and I gasped for breath.

"Stop, stop," I begged.

"But this is so much fun." Meg laughed. 

"NO, NO," was all I could manage as I felt her legs tighten again.
 
I struggled to breath. The pain was unbearable as the stabbing pain returned 
through my neck. As Meg felt my body go start to go limp again, she relaxed her 
legs a little.

"I'm sorry," is all I could manage as I sputtered for breath.

"No, you will be sorry," was all that Meg replied.

Her small fists started to hit me again and she tightened her legs.

I don't know for how long Meg played with me. I was trapped between her legs, 
but it was torture. Each time she choked me, the pain in my neck was screaming 
for mercy. It was the worst pain I had ever felt. She repeated her torture of me 
multiple times, choking me to the point of almost passing out, before loosening 
her hold on me while I recovered my breath, coughing and spluttering and my 
head cleared. 

The harder I sobbed uncontrollably for her to let me go, the more she laughed, 
sometime even clapping her hands in delight.

Eventually, I had nothing left as I lay trapped between her legs. She eventually let 
me go completely and I slumped on top of her. She grunted as she pushed my 
helpless bodyoff her. I lay on the floor exhausted as she got up.

"This is getting boring. Don't go anywhere. I'll be back soon" 
 
I couldn't have gone anywhere if I wanted. I was terrified of what she was now 
going to do to me. I heard doors open and close.

When she returned, her strong arms rolled me onto my back. As she towered 
over me, a foot either side of my body, she then lowered herself onto me in a 
schoolgirl pin. Her cunt stank and I could tell this was turning her on, hard.

She was holding a roll of duct tape and she wrapped it around my head, gagging 
my mouth closed. I sucked uncontrollable, terrified, fearful breaths through my 
nose.

"You're going to scream so much with what I am about to do to you. I think I 
should gag you for this," Meg laughed.

My eyes went wide and she could see the terror in my eyes. 
 
"Oh just look at you, you big hulking man. You look so scared. Are you scared?"

I nodded wildly as I stared up at her. Her tits were so large, it was hard to see her 
face, but I was unable to be turned on by the situation.

"I just need to get something else. Won't be a moment."

Meg got up and walked away and I heard her walk into another room. After a 
minute she hadn't returned. I got up and started to creep away. Suddenly Meg 
appeared and she looked terrifying. She was completely naked and wearing a 
strap-on dildo tightly pressed against her clit. I couldn't believe my eyes.

I was so scared; I couldn't appreciate the most incredible naked female body that 
most men could only dream of ever seeing in person. She was planning to fuck 
me with that, I just knew it. I turned and ran.

Meg squealed with laughter as she chased me. The dildo bounced comically as 
she ran. She was fast and quickly caught up to me within seconds, we both fell to 
the floor and we struggled. I felt her hands clamp around the top of my pants. As 
I tried to crawl away, she yanked my pants down before wrapping her arms 
around my waist and she collapsed onto my back.

"We can do this the easy way or the hard way," Meg whispered in my ear.

I stopped struggling, desperate to submit to whatever she told me.

"Oh no, keep struggling. I want to do this the hard way." Meg replied.

As I struggled and fought her, she stripped me naked. I was so tired, but even 
fully rested, I'm not sure I could have stopped her.

Once she had ripped my shirt off, my last item of clothing, she barked at me,

"On your hands and knees, like the dog you are."
 
Without hesitation, I pressed up onto my hands and knees and with both of us 
now fully naked, Meg quickly mounted me.

As I felt the dildo press against my butthole I struggled with all that I had.  As I 
struggled the dildo sunk deeper and deeper into my ass. Only then did I have a 
full appreciation for the strength Meg carried in her womanly hips and pelvis as 
she effortless pumped me. Jake was right, no man could appreciate what it was 
like to be fucked by her until she fucked you.

My screams were simply muffled noises that were trapped against the tape that 
she had tightly wrapped around my head and mouth.

Eventually I stopped struggling as Meg fucked me and I simply waited for it to 
end.

She groaned and moaned as she thrust harder and harder. The pain was almost 
unbearable as the dildo sunk deeper and deeper. Eventually she screamed as she 
sunk on top of me and I finally collapsed to the ground.

"Good boy," Meg said. As she ruffled my hair. "Let's do this again tomorrow."

I was completely silent.

"Are you thinking of running away from me?" Meg asked. 
 
With that question, I realised why Jake never left her. You cannot explain it to a 
man who had never been so easily and helplessly brutally dominated by such a 
woman.

I shook my head, unable to speak through the gag.

"Good boy," Meg replied.

The thought of her rage if I ever left her and what she would do to me when she 
found me was so unimaginable, I knew I would be submitting to her fucking me 
in the ass for possibly many weeks, months or even years to come.