La Toro
By Diana the Valkyrie



They call her "La Toro", because although she's female, she's built like a
bull. She's Spanish, of course, and so am I, as you can tell from my
moustache. We're married, and I'm not sure whether that's a blessing or a
curse. But she's thirty centimeters (12 inches) taller than me. She's taller
than anyone else I know. She's almost exactly two meters; six feet and seven
inches. And she outweighs me by a lot. I'm 50 kilos; she's 140, almost three
times my weight, and of that 310 pounds, one hell of a lot of it is muscle.

She demands submission ... no, even more, she demands that I worship her like
a goddess. She raises her leg so that I can hug her shin and kiss her knee.

Then she forces me to kneel on the hard parquet flooring and worship her
thighs. Forces? Yes, because the penalty for disobeying La Toro is dire. It
wouldn't be so painful to my knees if only there was a carpet there, but there
isn't, because she wants me to suffer.

Suffering is what I deserve. I asked for this - I knew what she was like
before I married her. I knew that my life would be a living hell, and I
deserve it because I was a bad man in my previous life. She explained it to me
before we got hitched. In my previous life, I was bad to my wife. I beat her,
I made her wear old clothes and I threatened to beat our children if she
disobeyed me. Yes, I was a bad, bad man, and now it's my turn to suffer. La
Toro makes sure that I suffer, I endure hell at her powerful hands.

Her buttocks are massive. I have to push hard to get my head close enough to
be able to lick inside them, and if I don't do a good job of cleaning them
out, she will hurt me with those massive muscles of hers. But if I do a good
job at this, she won't hurt me as bad as she would if I was delinquent at the
task.

Maybe, just maybe, if I do everything as she likes, I'll get a better position
in my next life. Because there's absolutely no hope that anything will improve
for me in this life. Maybe I'm lucky because my misery in this life will give
me an advantage in my next life.

Then comes the most dangerous time. I have to put my head between her thighs
to kiss and lick the inside of her thighs. It's dangerous, because I know that
if she brought her legs together, that would crush my skull and kill me. She
loves to demonstrate this, using coconuts, and sometimes the skull of a cow,
bought from the local butcher. The skull simply disintegrates under the
awesome pressure of her 95 centimeter thighs. Yes, each thigh is 37 inches
around. I know because she makes me measure them each day - another very
hazardous action.

And if I do an inadequate job on her inner thighs, she punishes me by bringing
them together, with my head trapped between them. It's like putting your head
in a vice while someone turns the handle to slowly increase the pressure, and
the pain, to unbearable levels. She loves doing this to me. I know that
because I've seen the happy smile on her face as she grinds the bones of my
head together. She looks down on my agony, and tells me how fitting it is that
I should be punished so severely for my actions in my previous life. If only I
had known back then what torture would be inflicted on me, for the pain that I
caused in my wife and children. But, I didn't know then, so I have to do
penance now.

And it doesn't end when she finally releases my head from the grip of her
thighs. I know what's coming next - while my head is still aching and my neck
is in misery from what she's dished out, it isn't over. She crushes my
tortured head in her powerful arms, and it feels like she's trying to pull it
off my shoulders. Her biceps are twenty eight inches around (mine are nine
inches, so we shouldn't be surprised to learn that she's ten times as strong
as I am). I'm helpless in her grasp. It's all I can do to whisper "please".
But she takes no notice.

Those biceps that have just delivered unbearable pain to my head and neck? I
am now required to kiss, lick and worship them, because if I don't, she
headlocks me again until I'm humbled and obedient. So I do as she says, as
soon as she says it. Resistance is futile. She's ten times as strong as I am,
but even if she were only twice as strong, I'd be unable to defy her. She's
just so intimidating, terrifying and domineering.

Sometimes she hugs me.

Maybe you think that's a warm and loving hug - but you'd be wrong. Those
massive arms crush me against her huge breasts. I'm lifted off my feet and I'm
unable to move. I'm unable to breathe. I'm helpless. She squeezes me and I can
feel my ribs bending, and I expect at any moment to hear that terrible "CRACK"
that announces another broken rib. But usually, she stops short of breaking my
bones.





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