Dahlia
by Eric The Red



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The young man walked another lap of the aisles of the box store, each lap
taking about an hour with customers and inventory management on each pass. He
dragged his feet, sauntering casually, bored and fed up with the job, but he
was getting paid, and it was fairly easy work.

He was walking toward the lumber yard, where all of the building materials and
fencing were stored, and he saw her. A tall, thick girl in a gray sweatshirt
with short curly blond hair walking around the corner toward the fencing
aisle.

The glimpse he had of her immediately interested him, he liked larger women,
being 6' 2" himself, and she was as tall or taller than him. She also looked
like she had thick, strong legs on her tall frame, and he was very much a "leg
man." He started heading toward the aisle when a customer interrupted him,
asking for help in the hardware aisle.

He lost sight of the taller girl, annoyed at being distracted by his job, but
helped the customer, nonetheless. He spent several minutes finding the
material they needed, explaining how it worked, and sent them on their way.

He wandered casually over to the lumber area again, hoping to find her and
"provide excellent customer service", or at the very least get a good look at
this tall girl. She was nowhere to be seen, and the young man started walking
back toward his section in electrical, disappointed.

He saw one of his friends down the window and door aisle, greeting them and
talking smack casually, making light of another boring day at the box store.
As he went down the main aisle again, a looming, gray-sweatered form stepped
in front of him.

He did his best not to immediately gasp, the face looking at him above the
gray sweater was beautiful, a younger college girl looking curiously around
the store. When they locked eyes, she gave him a quick, warm smile and then
spoke, "S'cuse me sir, have you got any fencing material better than the
chicken wire down there in lumber?" she asked in a thick southern accent.

The young man's heart nearly exploded out of his chest at her appearance, her
voice, and her immense size. She was bigger than he thought originally. She
had long, sinewy legs he saw when he glanced down quickly, a thick, meaty pair
of thighs and enormous calves protruding from a pair of cotton shorts.

She was actually taller than him, with pouty lips, bright blue eyes, and a
sultry southern accent. He regained his composure quickly as she awaited his
response. "Well, what kind of project are you working on? That way I can
better understand your needs," the young man said, with more confidence than
he expected to have.

The tall girl glanced around casually, thinking of how best to explain her
project. She also was sort of flummoxed by his presence, this cute, boyish guy
finally giving her some help in the store. She knew most people were
intimidated by her size, but he seemed friendly and helpful.

"Well, it's fer my sugar gliders, I'm tryin' ta make a small cage fer them at
mah place, and I'm not sure if ye have the smaller fencing I need," she said,
kind of glancing around again. She half-turned to face the other side of the
store, flexing her legs as she did so, then quickly turned back to see his
expression.

She was insecure about her size, most people calling her fat or "manly, " but
she was obsessed with her size and musculature, enjoying the strength, size,
and power that she had naturally, as well as the hard work that made her even
more massive. She quickly turned back to see if he had taken the bait, and
caught him gawking at her calf, quickly looking back up to her, aware that he
had been caught.

The young man had never seen a calf that big in his entire life. Her leg
bulged with defined, hardened muscle when she had turned, and he could not
help but stare. When she turned back, he had forgotten how to talk, and felt
his face flush a bit.

He didn't want this girl to think he was some creep, staring at her without
addressing her and her beautiful expression, her interesting accent. Luckily,
she didn't seem to mind, and he caught a slight smile on her pouty lips.

"Well, the smallest fencing we have is the chicken wire, unfortunately, but I
had a pet chinchilla I used to keep around, so I can direct you to where you
would find the best, cheapest cage to build," the young man said, glad he had
some experience and hoping she wouldn't leave yet, since they didn't actually
carry what she needed.

The girl was disappointed that they didn't have it, but she was surprised this
city boy knew what he was talking about. Maybe he had a little country in him,
she thought, looking him up and down again. He might just be able to handle
some other things she needed, wondering.

She had her hands on her hips, confidently standing next to him as he
described the animal cage set-up, even drawing her a diagram that she could
use at a feed store down the road. She watched him intently, noticing a long,
thin, but athletic neck and a skinny frame. He was cute, and looked like he
could handle himself, which meant nothing to her at her size, but it
interested her to see how strong he might be.

She leaned closer to him, watching his ears turn red. Her breasts under the
sweatshirt were nearly at his face as she loomed over him, standing 6' 5" in
her flat sneakers. She was surprised that he seemed attracted to her, one of
the few in her life that wasn't too scared to be around her. He seemed
confident enough as a man to recognize beauty in a woman larger than himself.

She playfully pointed at the diagram, grabbing his arm with her large hand,
feeling his small forearm in her grip. It gave her a thrill, he was athletic
with some muscle, but skinny and built thin compared to her. She liked the
feeling of her hand wrapping around his small wrist, and slid her fingers
sensually off of his arm, as if it was a casual gesture only done while
regarding the diagram.

The young man knew he was bright red at this point, feeling intimidated but
extremely attracted to this girl, trying desperately not to look at her
massive breast that bulged in the thick college sweater. He got a chill down
his spine when she gripped his wrist, looking at her powerful hand wrapping
easily around it, then slowly drawing her hand off his arm.

Was she teasing him? He thought, sensing flirtation from the large girl. He
finished describing the area to build, and where to find the feed store, and
got bold. "Hey, my name's Jeremy by the way, it's nice to meet another animal
lover. Here's my number if you need any help, with anything," he said, proud
of not stammering as his heart pounded in his chest.

"Dahlia. Nice t'meet you too, Jeremy," she drawled, smiling down at him,
offering her hand. When he took it, he looked in her eyes and she knew
everything she needed to know, then and there. He respected her enough to
treat her like an equal, yet he was timid, (rightly so with her size) even
nervous, which she found cute, and attractive.

Dahlia also saw the attraction in his eyes, and a sense of need. It thrilled
her immensely, and now that she had his attention, and his phone number, she
knew she owned him, and would make him very aware of the fact soon. He gripped
her hand, callouses present in his average sized hand, which she liked, for a
city boy.

Dahlia watched him as they shook hands, hers much larger than his, powerful,
yet soft and feminine. She squeezed slowly, gripping his hand in hers,
grinning at him so he would know she was doing it on purpose, just for him,
and started to really flex her grip.

His face went from surprise, to curiosity, to fear, as her forearm ballooned
and flexed with power under the sweatshirt, crushing his hand. She watched him
struggle back, trying to respond to her grip, weakly and uselessly failing to
match hers. Just as his eyes went to panic and he looked to become truly
scared, she laughed and released her grip, playfully dismissing the
interaction, thanking him for his help.

Without another word, she turned, walking confidently away from him towards
the exit, knowing full well his eyes were burning into her, staring at her
body and her thick legs. He only got to wonder now, but soon; he would know
her legs very, very well.

Two days later Jeremy was getting off work, another boring, uneventful day at
the box store. He had thought about Dahlia most of the last two days, her
flirtatious demeanor, her crushing handgrip. He couldn't get her out of his
head and was angry at himself for not getting her number.

He figured she wasn't interested in a skinny cross-country runner like himself
anyway. She would probably be more attracted to a larger, bodybuilder type
that could please her.

Lost in his thoughts, Jeremy pulled his phone out, checking his messages from
his family and friends, a few spam calls that he ignored, and a text from an
unknown number. He opened the message, immediately eager and excited, his
palms sweating as he skimmed the text from a few hours earlier.

"Hey, Jeremy! This is Dahlia, the animal lover you met the other day. We set
up the cage for the sugar gliders, and it worked perfectly! You were a great
help. I do have a few questions, though, so give me a call or a text when you
get this, if your hand is OK, after all :)"

Jeremy read the message several times, in shock that she had messaged him. He
knew she had been playing with him when they shook hands, and it unnerved and
excited him that she had brought it up. He closed his phone, letting it sink
in as he went to his car, sitting for a few minutes, writing a response.

He went through several responses, deleting each one, trying to get the
perfect response when his phone rang, her number coming up on his screen. He
stared in disbelief for a moment, then realized he wasn't breathing, and
answered the phone.

"Hello, this is Jeremy?" He answered, trying to sound casual and act cool.

"Well, I see you typing up a storm, but are you goin' to keep a gal waiting?"
Dahlia responded, a teasing, warm tone in her voice. He heard laughter in the
background, and a vehicle running.

He was confused, then realized she must see him somehow, and his head shot up,
looking around the parking lot. A few spaces down he saw two figures leaning
next to a large black truck, and he recognized Dahlia's enormous figure
holding a phone to her ear.

Jeremy watched her close the phone and turn to the other figure, as he climbed
out of his car and walked over to them. As he approached, confused, nervous,
and bewildered at the situation, he heard the Dahlia's voice, and another
female voice laughing at what she was saying.

He walked up, shy now from the confusion, but bolstered himself, saying, "Hey,
what's up? I just got off and saw your text."

"Yeh, I know," Dahlia said, grinning mischievously and leaning casually on the
side of the truck. "I saw you fumbling through some texts there, what's the
matter, cat got your tongue?" she drawled, smiling now as he realized she had
been watching him.

She was wearing a red and white flannel, tight against her upper body, cutting
down low to a white tank top underneath the flannel. She had a pair of cutoff
jeans on, high above a pair of cowboy boots.

Jeremy took in the incredible sight of her, realizing she was fucking massive,
with huge arms, shoulders, and neck muscles bulging from her farm girl outfit.
Her breasts formed a thick, curvaceous line of cleavage that strained on the
buttons of her shirt and her tight tank top. She wore a cowboy hat on, her
blue eyes looking out from under the brim with playful intensity.

He stammered, unable to form a complete sentence, "I uh, I just didn't know
what to say," he replied, weakly as the other girl burst into laughter, Dahlia
glancing at her with a sidelong grin. She was sultry, confident, and
beautiful, he realized, watching her. Her gaze returned to the young man, and
her blue eyes bored into him, piercing and mischievous.

"Becca and I were jus' grabbin' some more stuff from that pet supply, and
decided to come say hi, see if you were interested in takin' a look at our
sugar glider setup," she said in her country accent. As she said this the
other girl stepped forward, another tall, college age girl.

Becca was a little shorter than him, and had a little bit of chubbiness, but
she was built thick and powerful looking, like Dahlia, with a little less
muscle and size. She looked him up and down like a piece of meat, walking
around behind him, and felt his ass sting as he realized she had just slapped
it, hard.

With another round of laughter, he heard Becca say in her own southern voice,
"Mmm, you're right D, he is pretty cute. Hopin' he's more durable than the
last one," as she grabbed his shoulders, massaging them with powerful,
forceful strength.

She started to walk forward, pushing Jeremy toward Dahlia and the truck,
laughing and massaging his shoulders, arms and back. Her grip penetrated his
body with crushing force, and Jeremy slowly crept closer to Dahlia.

Bewildered and still in shock at the entire situation, he saw Dahlia smiling
down at him as he inched closer, and managed to form a sentence, "Uh, sure
Dahlia I don't mind taking a look at your design, did you, uh, want to head
there now?"

She grinned, taking a step toward him as Becca wrapped her arms around his
torso, her thick arms closing tightly around his waist. She whispered
teasingly, "Boy, yer real skinny. Got a little muscle, though, so that's
good," she said, flexing her arms for just a moment, the pressure intense
enough to make it difficult to breathe for just an instant.

With the shorter yet much bigger girl behind him, and the looming giantess he
had been thinking about for days in front of him, Jeremy felt trapped.
Wondering if he was dreaming, he watched Dahlia place her hands on her hips,
her wide, muscular frame expanding and bulging underneath her flannel.

He looked up at her, still surprised at how beautiful and enormous she was, as
she grinned, lifting one hand up to his chin, her thumb and finger pushing
slightly upward. She leaned in, her body eclipsing everything else, and he saw
her massive cleavage up close, spilling from her tank top and flannel, each
breast larger than his head.

"Thas' right, Jeremy, right now," Dahlia breathed into him, only inches away.
He felt himself reacting to her and the two bodies surrounding him, his
manhood starting to bulge in his pants. He tried to think about anything else,
embarrassed but helpless in the current unreal situation.

"Whaddya' say, city boy? I wanna hear you say to me: Yes, Dahlia. I'll come
for you," she said, stepping closer, her thick body pressing against him. He
heard Becca giggling behind him, her arms starting to squeeze again just
slightly, as they both moved closer to each other, their small, trapped victim
being pancaked between their massive bodies.

Jeremy's mind reeled, feeling dizzy, confused, and helpless. He was humiliated
to feel like this, like a little boy with two bullies, if the bullies were
gorgeous, huge women with perfect, supple bodies like Becca and Dahlia.

The shorter girl, still giggling behind him, released his torso and grabbed
Dahlia's waist, pulling her towards her, the three bodies smashed together.
Jeremy felt Dahlia's firm, massive breasts press into his chest, the solid
mass of them actually making it harder to breathe.

Smothered between the two girls, afraid that Dahlia would feel his
fast-growing erection bulging in his pants, Jeremy did his best to recite what
she had just commanded. "Yes, Dahlia, I'll come with you. I just, uh, I'm
speechless," he laughed nervously.

Dahlia had a flash of anger cross her beautiful face, like a shadow, there and
gone in a flash. She spoke to him sternly, "You ain't speechless yet, honey.
Trust me. Now, say it again. This time ye better get it right," she finished,
her blue eyes intense and suddenly devious looking, even in her beautiful
expression.

He felt both their bodies tense, Becca flexing her body and planting her feet,
obviously expecting Dahlia to do something. As expected, Dahlia flexed her
upper body and adjusted, leaning into the two smaller bodies beneath her,
smashing Jeremy in her breasts, arms, and torso.

Her body was thick, hard as stone, and pure, solid muscle. He whispered,
scared now with her serious expression and demeanor, trying to remember the
exact words, "Yes Dahlia.... hrrgnn," he grunted, trying to speak through the
pressure of their bodies, "I'll, I'll come for you. Just please don't hurt
me."

He said it unwittingly, almost to himself, but both women heard him clearly,
and releasing the hold and stepping back, they both laughed out loud. He heard
Dahlia say to him as she walked back to the driver's side of the truck, "Close
enough, hun. Lucky you already started beggin', otherwise I would've had to
teach you to listen right here in the parking lot."

Becca laughed again, grabbing him by the waist with one arm, opening the door
to the truck, and leading him into the seat. It was a large truck with a back
seat, but there was a bench seat up front, and he climbed up, squeezing into
the middle of the seat, a long stick shift between his legs.

He knew these two girls had planned to do this, actually coming to his work
and waiting for him, watching him respond to Dahlia's text. His mind still
numb from shock, he watched Dahlia climb in, her massive body pressing against
him, legs flexing and bulging as she adjusted, starting the truck.

Becca followed him up, squeezing into the passenger seat, pressing against his
other side. He was pinned between the two of them again as Becca wrapped an
arm around him. His skinny legs in his jeans were half the size of Becca's,
and one of Dahlia's calves looked as big as his thigh.

Becca scooted closer, shoving him tight against Dahlia, as Jeremy tried to
think about baseball, socks, or astronauts, anything but the amazing feeling
and sight of their bodies, his dick still semi-hard in his jeans.

As if Dahlia could read his mind, she reached between his legs, her thick arm
flexing and bulging in the fabric, grabbing the stick shift and giving it a
shake, maybe a few more shakes than were necessary. Her tricep pressed into
his stomach and chest, her elbow at his crotch. He tried to breathe, to hold
as still as possible, his ears turning red from embarrassment.

Knowingly, Dahlia shifted the truck into gear, flexing her arm above his dick,
and began to crawl forward. She rested her hand on his thigh, each movement,
comment, and action a declaration of her ownership. He didn't know it yet, but
he was now her property, her toy. He had told her he would come for her, and
that was it. He would do everything she wanted for her and had no choice in
the matter.

Dahlia squeezed his leg with a firm, powerful grip, pleased to feel him jump
slightly. Her forearm was nearly as big as his thigh, and she loved the
feeling of her enormous body hovering over his, her strength and size far
superior to this young man.

Squeezed between the two women, Jeremy sat as still as possible, Becca talking
to him, and over him to Dahlia, the more vocal of the two. She had a large
pair of breasts as well, and with her arm around his neck, her tits came up to
his neck, pressing firmly against his body. He was sandwiched between them on
the bench seat of the truck, overwhelmed by their size, and the forceful,
although technically willing, abduction of the young man from the parking lot.

Dahlia drove slow and confidently, playing with the gear shift knob in front
of Jeremy's crotch, teasingly caressing it with her hand, her forearm bulging
and flexing in front of Jeremy. Becca filled the time with small talk, but
Dahlia didn't say a word the entire drive, laughing in a sultry, rich tone. It
was only a short drive to where they pulled up, a large farmhouse with a brick
wall around it. Dahlia pulled to a stop, and Becca unwrapped herself from
Jeremy to open the gate.

With Dahlia and Jeremy alone in the vehicle, Dahlia peered over at him, her
arm resting on the driver's side door panel, casually tapping her massive leg
to the beat of the radio. She watched Jeremy as he sat there awkwardly, more
nervous and shy than he had ever been in his life. Dahlia broke the silence,
her thick southern accent piercing the silence. "Relax, hun, you're going to
have t'get used to being led around, and ah, handled," she finished, reaching
over to him, gripping his shoulder.

She smiled warmly, knowing that she was going to be smiling, laughing, and
much more very soon, and that he would not. In fact, the smile he plastered on
his nice lips right then would be the last time he would smile for weeks. She
would make sure of it.

Becca had the gate open, and Dahlia pulled through, her thigh flexing
massively as she accelerated, bulging in the seat next to Jeremy. He wondered
what she had meant by being led around, it was obvious they both could, and
would take charge of a situation, but ... handled? He was a grown, tall man
and not some creampuff. But the confidence in her words, and the size of both
of them ...

Dahlia pulled the truck to a stop, slammed it into park and let out a sigh.
She reached back and started tying her hair in a tight ponytail, her arms and
biceps flexing and bulging in her shirt, her breasts protruding from the
front. "Dahlia, I have to ask, what were you two don ... .rrmmpphh," Jeremy
stopped, unable to speak as Dahlia had leaned over and suddenly kissed him,
slamming her body into his.

He rolled over, Dahlia driving his body down horizontally onto the bench seat,
wrapping tightly around him, her enormous body pressing down. She kissed him
with powerful, forceful passion, as if they had known each other for years,
and had been kept away from each other for too long. She smashed his body onto
the bench seat, her arms rubbing and massaging his body, shaking the truck and
knocking the wind out of Jeremy.

The force, passion, and lustful power of Dahlia's kiss and embrace overwhelmed
Jeremy, and he grabbed at her body, trying to kiss her back, completely
smothered by her in the truck. Her tongue was as powerful and aggressive as
her body, shoving his around, sliding in and out of his mouth as her thick
lips sucked and gulped down his own lips in the kiss. His erection was full
now, luckily hidden by his leg, as he was bent sideways, the shaft trapped
between his legs under her massive form.

Dahlia loved the feeling of his tiny body under her, the gasp he had made in
surprise and fear when she had lunged at him, the way he stared at her muscle.
She enjoyed hurting, dominating, and overpowering men, but the way Jeremy
looked at her made her feel more like a Goddess than a sinister, controlling
master. She would be both to him, but for now, she simply wanted to own his
lips and his body, here and now in the truck.

Dahlia broke the kiss, her enormous body still pressing down on Jeremy's
frame. He was skinny, but at 6' 2", he had never felt this small before. Her
thick body seemed to consume him, making him feel small, vulnerable, and weak.

Dahlia watched him from above, seeing the arousal and desire on his face,
mixed with fear, astonishment and intimidation. She knew the effect her body
and actions would have as she crawled up higher, sliding her body up on his,
her breasts above his face and head now, erupting from her flannel.

Jeremy whispered to her, "Dahlia, that was.... incredible," as she slid up on
him, his right arm free, the other trapped under her and the seat. He probed
her shoulders, arm, and back with his free arm, feeling the solid muscle,
amazed by her size and definition.

"That wasn't nothin', hun." Dahlia said, breathing heavily from her lust and
the passion of her kiss. She smashed his body down into the truck as she
allowed him to massage her body. He was good at worshipping her already, she
thought to herself.

Dahlia lifted up so his head and face were directly below her firm, massive
breasts, and slammed down into him. With a loud "plop" Jeremy disappeared from
view, a soft moan escaping his lips into Dahlia's thick, muscular cleavage.

From outside the truck, Jeremy would have been completely out of view, as
Dahlia's body consumed his. She leaned into the breast smother, flexing her
arms and back into Jeremy and the seat. She felt his arm go from massaging her
arm to pulling on it, as her smother started to make him panic.

Dahlia laughed above him, "What's the matter, hun? Can't breathe? Don't you
worry, lil' guy, it'll only be a few seconds and you won't have to suffer no
more," she drawled, flexing harder, smashing his head into the seat. She felt
him squirm and writhe beneath her, unable to move, and start to really panic.

Jeremy couldn't breathe at all, and started to see black spots, screaming
quietly into her breasts as she smothered him. His head was pounding, his
lungs burning as he slowly faded into unconsciousness, hearing Dahlia's sultry
voice and laughter in the distance.

When Jeremy awoke a minute later, he was floating through the air. He felt his
head and legs hovering above the ground, and slowly began to comprehend his
surroundings. He was being carried, and he felt a thick, muscular pair of arms
underneath him, an equally solid pair of breasts shoved into his side.

Becca held him, watching him come to again, his mouth closing and eyes
blinking out the sleepiness. She loved his lips and his boyish face, and was
jealous of Dahlia for her new pet. Rules were rules though, and she knew
Dahlia was the leader here, that she would share with Becca, even if he was
the larger girl's property.

She walked behind Dahlia, watching Jeremy look around, starting to comprehend
what was happening. They walked into the large farmhouse, heading toward the
back of the house toward the barn. Becca concealed her excitement, knowing
Dahlia was leading then to the barn, Becca's favorite playground.

"Where are you taking me? What is going on? Dahlia?" Jeremy asked feebly, as
the two large girls ignored him, Becca smiling deviously, visibly becoming
more excited as they walked. They went through a kitchen area and out a back
door into a large open area, a barn on the opposite side of the area.

Dahlia led the way, lifting a huge wooden beam from the barn door, her arms,
back, and legs flexing and rippling as she easily picked up the massive
weight. They walked into the barn, and on the inside was another wooden beam
that Dahlia placed in the door, a loud boom echoing through the building as
she locked the door, and everyone inside.

It was quiet in the barn, a huge pile of hay on one side, and farm equipment
and harnesses for livestock hanging on the walls. Becca giggled, her large
breasts bouncing against Jeremy, still holding him like a child, as Dahlia
turned to face them, smiling.

"You really do spoil me, hun," Becca said to Dahlia as she strode forward to
them. Dahlia embraced Becca, Jeremy's body feeling frail and meek between the
two giant women. They pressed against each other; Jeremy trapped once again
between their hard, massive bodies.

Jeremy stared up at Dahlia as she looked down at him, biting her full lower
lip, her eyes eager and lustful. Jeremy was reminded of her incredible kiss,
the way her pouty lips had enveloped his, and the feeling of her breasts on
his face that had knocked him out cold in suffocation.

Their bodies pressed together, hugging each other and smiling as their prey
moaned from the pressure of the embrace, their bodies crushing him. They
flexed onto each other, pulsing their bodies in the hug, their breasts and
upper bodies bulging and massive.

Jeremy once again all but disappeared from view, only his feet sticking out,
the rest of him absorbed into the women's enormous bodies. He struggled for
air between them, actually crushed to the point of suffocation again.

Dahlia was aroused, excited beyond measure now as she heard her little toy
struggling, whimpering and gasping for air. "Put him down," she said, stepping
back from Becca as Jeremy sucked in much needed air, coughing and sputtering.

"You betcha," Becca said, laughing, as she unceremoniously dropped Jeremy to
the dirt. He landed hard on his back, collapsing in a heap below the two
powerful giantesses.

Dahlia kicked him in the stomach, sending him sliding across the barn floor
into the haystack. She followed him over, Becca watching with a smile, her
laughter echoing in the empty barn. Jeremy struggled to breathe, his stomach
aching from Dahlia's huge leg smashing into him.

"Get up," Dahlia commanded, standing directly in front of him. He crawled to
his knees and then stood, witnessing first-hand how thick, defined, and meaty
her legs were. He could see her veins and muscles bulging and flexing under
her skin.

She grabbed him by the chin, pulling him up and to her, as Jeremy held his
stomach, shaking with fear and confusion. He had never been so nervous and
felt so helpless in his life.

"Dahlia, what is this?" he whispered in a coarse, strained voice as she pulled
him by the chin up to her. Her forearm and bicep flexed as she gripped his
face, her breasts pushing into his neck and chest. He stood in his tip toes to
relieve the pressure, afraid of her, yet still stunned by her size and beauty.

"This is yer new position in life, hun. Yer our new toy. Well, my new toy,"
Dahlia said, glancing with a smirk at Becca, as she faked a pouting face, then
laughed and smiled. "When you helped me out at the store th'other day, you
caught my eye. And I know I definitely left an impression on you, darlin,"
Dahlia finished, reaching down his body slowly, all the way down to his jeans,
grabbing his crotch.

Jeremy's eyes widened in surprise as she gripped his manhood, holding his jaw
tight in her grip as she massaged him, her powerful hand raping his dick and
balls. He gripped her massive forearm, fighting against her in fear and
confusion, as his body betrayed him, growing and bulging for her as she held
his sensitive parts in her large palm.

"We both know y'want me, Darlin," Dahlia continued, "But Becca and I are gon'
take ya. In more ways than one. I guess they say nice guys finish last, and I
seen the way ya look at me, this body I've built," she said, releasing his jaw
and flexing her arm in front of his face, her bicep nearly the size of his
head.

"I can tell that ya like it, but it doesn't matter. You're mine, and you were
mine the second I laid my eyes on ya," Dahlia smiled, her hand groping him and
massaging his now throbbing erection, gripping his balls and dick tightly, as
Jeremy stood on his tip toes still, marvelling at her power, and the massive
arm in front of him.

He shook with fear and arousal at the truth in her words, and felt her
suddenly release his genitals, letting him relax for a moment as she loomed
above him. Suddenly he felt a pair of thick, solid arms wrap around his arms
from behind, locking behind his neck and head in a tight full nelson.

He heard Becca giggling behind him, and saw Dahlia smile as he was lifted up,
stretched painfully in the full nelson and held in the air in front of Dahlia.
His face was just above Dahlia's huge tits as she stepped forward again,
whispering again in her sultry voice as she commanded, "Close yer eyes."

Jeremy groaned and struggled, Becca squeezing him tight as he hovered between
them. "Hurt him," he heard Dahlia say, a serious and angry look on her
beautiful face. He felt Becca flex, straining his neck down into his chest,
his arms burning from the agony of the hold.

"Arrgghhhnnn..." He moaned in pain, muffled slightly by the intensity of
Becca's powerful arms squeezing him. He blinked tears from his eyes as his
legs and arms failed helplessly in the humiliating position. Dahlia stepped
forward, her enormous body and thick cleavage coming into his downcast view.

"You do as yer told, hun. Or we really hurt you," she hissed, the threat and
implication of violence clear in her sultry southern voice. For good measure,
she cocked her muscular arm back and punched him in the stomach, knocking the
air out of him.

Jeremy's eyes bulged as he was held aloft by Becca, his stomach feeling like
he had just been kicked by a horse. A line of drool fell from his lips as his
body tried to remember how to breathe and function.

"That's the last time I repeat myself, ya understand?" Dahlia asked, leaning
down into Jeremy's face, still hunched over in the full nelson. She waited for
him to recover, inwardly loving his pathetic, weak suffering before her.

"Yeghh...yes ma'am," Jeremy said, shutting his eyes as Dahlia had commanded
earlier, the tears from the punishment he was suffering falling onto Dahlia's
huge breasts. She laughed, wiping the tears from her breasts, licking them off
her fingers.

She wiped more of his tears from her firm breasts, nodding to Becca to relax
her hold. Jeremy held his eyes tightly closed, tears still streaming down his
face in humiliation and pain. Dahlia took her fingers coated in Jeremy's
years, and slid them sensually over his lips.

"Taste that, hun. Taste your sufferin'. This is just a sample of more o'this
to come, my little pet," Dahlia said, sliding her two large fingers into
Jeremy's mouth, the salty tastes of his own tears going forcibly down his
throat.

She thrust her large, powerful fingers into his mouth, enjoying the pained and
embarrassed expression on his face." Suck my fingers, little boy," Dahlia
whispered, feeling him gag slightly as she forced her fingers into his mouth.

Jeremy obeyed, sucking on her soft, thick fingers, his own tears gliding down
his throat. Through the humiliation, pain, and fear, he felt himself starting
to become aroused again. Their enormous, powerful bodies crushing down on him,
the dominance and control turned him on completely, as he dangled off the
ground, sucking on this massive woman's hand.

Dahlia chuckled to herself, enjoying this city boy's little lips working for
her. She watched as he sucked obediently on her fingers, feeling herself
become aroused, imagining this pretty little boy sucking on her tits.

She glanced at Becca, giving her a wink, Becca smiling back at her, knowingly,
lifting him upward slightly for Dahlia's next move. They both knew each other
well, and could wordlessly pick apart a man, not a word spoken for minutes on
end, working together on their sexual destruction.

Dahlia continued forcing her fingers down Jeremy's throat, loving the warmth
of his tongue, shoving it around his mouth with her powerful touch. She took
her other hand, and slowly, sensually grabbed his belt, adjusting it, moving
it up and out of the way of the buckle, pulling it off of him.

Jeremy clenched his eyes shut, sucking hard on her finger as he felt her
taking his belt off, slowly and seductively unbuttoning his pants. Her hand
gripped his zipper, and he felt fresh air through his boxers as his underwear
and bulging erection were exposed.

Dahlia slid his pants down and off of him in one quick motion, tossing the
jeans to the side of the hay. She teased and toyed with Jeremy, watching him
shiver and writhe as she lightly caresses his hips, thighs, and genitals.

She stroked and slid her nails under his balls, gripping them slightly in her
powerful hand, causing Jeremy to moan into her fingers. She laughed again,
enjoying his reaction, fondling his balls and shoving her fingers deeper into
his mouth.

Jeremy's mind was in shambles, this unreal pair of women completely in control
of him, imprisoning him within their bodies, humiliating, controlling, and now
raping him was overwhelming. This whole situation was insane, and he was
terrified even as he felt his dick grow full and bulge against Dahlia's
powerful, sensual grip.

Dahlia was beyond pleased, her eyebrows raising in approval, giving Becca a
devious smile as she assessed her slave's member. Not only was Jeremy cute,
but he also seemed durable and tolerant to pain, and his dick was massive and
thick, especially for such a skinny guy. She was delighted, and with her
arousal, also grew her sadistic lust.

Thoughts swam through her mind of what she would do to Jeremy, the things she
would make him do. This one was special, and she would take her sweet time
breaking and conforming him to her will.

She felt his massive dick bulging in his shorts, the tip protruding slightly
from his boxers as she started massaging his balls and cock again. Her long
fingers played and teased his ass, sending chills down his spine, making him
gasp into her fingers.

Becca teased and taunted him playfully, holding him tight, her own large
breasts pressing, hard and firm into his back. She whispered to him, "Mmm,
that's right, suck those fingers, little boy. Wait until they're covered in
our sweet cum, we'll make you suck off every drop. Then you can lick and drink
it off our sweet pussies, little boy. You'd like that, wouldn't ya?"

She continued taunting him as Dahlia teased and massaged him, bringing him to
edge just with her hand, Jeremy's eyes still locked shut, breathing heavily as
the two women took advantage of him. Dahlia looked over her victim's arms and
shoulders into Becca's eyes, a glint of sinister intent present, and Becca
knew exactly what to do.

At the same moment, both women powered their enormous bodies, flexing
massively as they collided, slamming together with Jeremy once again trapped
between them. Becca powered the full nelson, shoving his head forward and his
arms up in the tight, devastating hold. Her arms shook with exertion, Jeremy's
shoulders burning with the agonizing pressure, and he still held his eyes
shut, fresh tears slipping through his eyelashes.

Dahlia grinned, pleased with his endurance and tolerance for pain, removing
her fingers from his mouth and sucking off the remainder of his tears and
spit. She switched hands, her fingers soaking wet as she buried her hand deep
into his boxer shorts, and took one of her fingers, shoving it under his
balls, pressing on the edge of his asshole. Jeremy gasped, puckering at the
foreign invasion of his sensitive area, struggling and writhing against
Becca's hold, and trying to pull himself away from Dahlia's powerful, probing
touch.

Leaning in, her massive breasts in front of Jeremy's face, Dahlia whispered
just loud enough for her victim to hear, flexing her enormous, solid body
against him. "Scream for me, boy," she said quietly, and slid her finger deep
into his virgin asshole, burying it all the way in to the knuckle. Jeremy's
eyes shot open, bloodshot and filled with tears, as the look of terror and
agony on his face quickly disappeared into Dahlia's solid breasts.

He screamed a desperate cry of suffering and anguish as she fingered his ass,
muffled by her cleavage and muscular body smothering his. Becca laughed, her
breasts heaving into his back, making the hold and Dahlia's rape of his ass
even more painful. He whimpered, sputtering and begging into Dahlias tits for
her to stop, pleading for her not to do this to him.

His cries fell on deaf ears, muffled and incoherent to the two powerful women
who were doing this to the young man. Dahlia watched as his eyes had opened,
and with glee, she knew he would need to be punished for failing to obey. "You
don't listen, do you, little boy?" Dahlia asked, slamming her finger in and
out of the vulnerable man's body. "I guess you get pain, rather than pleasure
then", she said, taking her other hand and wrapping it fully around his still
throbbing erection and his balls, and started to squeeze.

Jeremy squealed into her body, his legs shaking and flailing above the ground
as Becca held him, laughing and giggling at his suffering. Dahlia was getting
wet now, hot and hungry for more sadistic torture on her new toy, as she
started to crush his balls, the meat giving way to her incredible grip, his
balls and shaft bulging and throbbing as she smashed his manhood.

Dahlia smiled deviously as he continued to beg into her muscular breasts,
flexing and crushing him as he coated her tits with his tears, his screams and
cries buried in her smooth, voluptuous flesh. She felt his dick become soft
and whither beneath her grip, falling loosely onto her hand and forearm, red
with lust and the blood flow she had just cut off.

The whimpering and crying slowed, the young man still gasping into her,
crushed between the two women. She pulsed her grip, sending waves of pain into
his entire body, causing him to scream and cry each time. Dahlia looked at
Becca, and gave her a nod, as both women relaxed, allowing Jeremy much needed
breath, and a moment from the painful torture.

Jeremy's head rolled out of her breasts as Becca relaxed, and Dahlia slid her
finger out from inside him, releasing his now flaccid dick. They stood back,
and let the young man fall and collapse to the floor, exhausted and
desperately trying to remember how to breathe and think again, in shock from
the incredible rape and torture.

Dahlia strode to the barn door, and Jeremy heard the enormous bar come off and
fall to the ground. "He's not going anywhere," he heard Dahlia say, "I'm gonna
shower, I'll be back, you go ahead and soften him up for me, but no taking
'til I get back," she said to Becca. He heard Becca giggle, her thick legs
dancing on the barn floor in glee.

"Don't you worry, hun, I'll make sure he's jelly by the time you get back," he
heard Becca say as Dahlia left, laughing into the darkness as she went to the
farmhouse. He heard Becca's footsteps approach him, then two powerful, soft
hands grabbed him by the waist, lifting him up into the air again.

"Yer mine now, little bitch," Becca said, as Jeremy started to somewhat
recover, grasping her forearms and wrists as she held him high in the air in
front of her, his now limp cock inches from her face. "Ya think Dahlia hurt
ya? Yer in for a big surprise." She exclaimed, throwing him onto the hay and
leaping on top of him.

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