Meg Tries It Mick Sloane Meg destroys a man for fun, and tells her friend about it "Come on in," Meg said. Lisa could tell by the look on Meg's face that something was up. "I know I said that I would make dinner," Meg said, closing the door as Lisa followed her into the house. "But I thought we would just get a pizza. Is that okay?" "Sure. What's going on with you?" Lisa asked. They walked through the house together and sat across the kitchen table from one another. Meg poured them each a glass of white wine "You missed spinning this morning," Lisa continued. The two women had met and become friends more than a year ago through spinning class -- an aerobics workout class conducted on stationary bicycles. Meg was quiet for a moment. She sat there, smiling mischievously, as if she would soon burst if she did not tell her secret. "I did it," she said, as her face grew more serious. "What?" Lisa asked. "You did what, Meg?" "What have we been talking about for months now?" Meg said, certain that Lisa would soon guess what she meant. "Well, men, mostly," Lisa said, still not understanding. "And what, in particular, have we been saying about men, lately?" Meg asked, smiling like a cat. "Oh, my God!" Lisa said. "You don't mean the part about finding one and ..." "That's right," Meg said, her face serious now. "The part about finding one and destroying him, just for fun. Beating the shit out of him. Humiliating him. Making him cry, like a little boy. Crushing him. Making him beg, like a puppy." For months now, the two women had eaten dinner together every Thursday night, switching off from one's place to the other's, or sometimes going out. Both were single -- Lisa was divorced; Meg had never been married. Their conversations often centered around the men they were seeing and what shallow jerks they often were. Both were extremely attractive women, and both felt they were much smarter and deeper than any of the men they dated. They had been talking, lately, of exacting some revenge on the male sex for all of the trouble it had caused women, themselves particularly. Of course, they had more important, more personal reasons as well. They were both constantly bored with the men they were seeing, and the idea of randomly choosing a strong, handsome man and destroying him physically and emotionally was very exciting to both of them. Up until now, though, it had all been talk. Meg was a 28-year-old police woman. She worked in the vice squad, and often posed undercover as a prostitute to catch men in the act of soliciting. She always attracted plenty, as she was quite beautiful. At 5' 9" and 135 pounds, she was not large or bulky. Meg was well-toned, and she was solid. She had strong, shapely legs, and a curvaceous body with large, firm breasts. She wore her hair auburn, though it was naturally a darker brown, and it fell straight until it reached the middle of her back. Because of the nature of her job on the force, her superiors were more than happy to allow Meg to wear her hair however it looked best. Her skin was pale white, and contrasted nicely with her green eyes. Lisa, on the other hand, had darkish-blond hair, and a more tan complexion. She was no less attractive than Meg, however, with a very taut face, a perfect nose, and alert, hazel eyes. Lisa was a little smaller than Meg, with her 5' 8" frame weighing only 125. She also had lean, strong legs, a tight tummy and butt, and firm, full breasts. She had turned 27 last month, and made a good living as a secretary to three male attorneys, all of whom she despised, one more than the next. Both were in extremely good physical condition. In addition to spinning classes four times a week, Lisa kept her body well-toned with a regular regiment of weight training. Meg trained once each week in martial arts, in addition to spinning classes and running on the weekends, when the weather allowed. "You didn't, really," Lisa said, excitedly. "Oh, yes I did, babe," Meg said, laughing deliciously. "I thought we were going to do it together," Lisa said, a touch of disappointment in her voice. "I know, dear. I'm sorry. You just didn't seem like you were ready, and I thought it might be easier for you if I did it first. Besides, I couldn't wait anymore," she said, laughing again, reaching across the table to hold Lisa's hand affectionately. "I don't believe you," Lisa said. "Can you prove it? Tell me about it!" "It was unbelievable!" Meg said, squeezing Lisa's hand. "And I'll do better than tell you about it. I'll show you. It's all on tape," she said, arching her eyebrows. "Will that be proof enough?" "Oh my God!" Lisa exclaimed. "On tape! You really did it!" "Let's order the pizza, and then we can start watching it. There's about two and a half hours, I think." "Oh my God!" Lisa said again, visibly excited. Meg laughed, and ordered a pizza. She wrote a check, and brought it with them into the living room. She put a tape in the VCR, took the remote, and sat down next to Lisa on the sofa. "I suppose I should set things up for you, first. Once we get to my house, everything is pretty self explanatory. Most of it happened in here, and then some of it in the bedroom, but I have all of that on tape," Meg explained. "The bedroom! Meg!" Lisa said, laughing and hitting Meg on the shoulder with the back of her hand. Meg smiled "You'll see. Anyway, his name is Steve. I was off duty, and I decided I wanted to try this, you know, what we have been talking about. So I drove over to the corner of Broadway and Pine, you know, where the hookers hang out, and I parked my car. I just sat there, in my car, and watched the guys come by and pick up girls, you know. I waited for a while, until a cute, young guy showed up and was making arrangements with this one hooker," she said, sipping from her wine, and pausing. "Go on, Meg! Don't leave me hanging," Lisa said, hitting Meg with the back of her hand again. "Okay, okay. So while this guy is talking to the girl, I get out of my car and go over to them, showing my badge and making like the whole thing is a bust. I put cuffs on the guy, and I just let the girl go. I know her, and she's been arrested half a dozen times, and will be arrested half a dozen more, so I just let her go. The guy, though, I take to my car, and put him in the back seat. I don't radio the arrest in, though, because I'm not really going to book him." "Instead, I drive him back here, and bring him inside. He's asking a bunch of questions, but I just keep quiet. He's in cuffs, and he's never going to report me, if I beat him up, which I do, because he's not going to want everyone to know that he got beat up by a cute little girl, even if she is a cop." "Wow," Lisa said. "You thought about this a lot, sweetie." Meg smiled. "Oh, yeah, I had it all planned out. I think you can pretty much pick up the rest from the tape. Want to see?" "No shit, I want to see!" Lisa exclaimed, hitting her again. Meg laughed, and hit her back. "Stop hitting me! Your going to break my arm!" "Sorry," Lisa said. "Now stop teasing me and play the fucking tape!" "Okay, okay," Meg laughed, pressing the 'play' button on the remote. "I have the tape set to right where we come in the front door." The door opened, and Meg pushed the protesting man into her house, walking in behind him. He watched as she locked the door behind him, and put the key in her pocket. The man was very good looking, about six feet tall, dark hair, muscular body, handsome. Meg looked great, wearing a short skirt, halter top, and pumps. "What the hell is this?" the man demanded, his arms still cuffed behind his back. "I've got a proposition for you, Steve," Meg said, smiling sexily. "That's what got me in trouble in the first place," the man answered, smiling a little. "What's your proposition, officer?" "I won't book you. I haven't even called in your arrest yet. It'll be like this whole thing never happened," she said, still smiling. "That's a great proposition, officer. Now, what's in it for you?" he asked. "I want to fight with you," she said, looking directly into his eyes. "You want what?" he asked, stunned. "I'm in cuffs, and you have a club and a gun. What kind of a fight is that?" he asked, laughing. "No, sweetie. I take you out of the cuffs first. My club and gun are locked in the car. It's just me and you," she said, still smiling, keeping the conversation light, friendly. "Now, I know you have, like, cop fighting training," he said. "You probably know martial arts and all of that stuff, but come on. I'm four inches taller than you, and at least fifty pounds heavier. What kind of fight is that?" he asked, returning her smile. "Well, then you have the advantage, don't you? So what do you have to lose?" "Okay, what happens if I beat the hell out of you?" he asked. "So you have me arrested for beating up a woman cop. I look like an asshole, and I go to jail." Meg smiled, and brushed her hand on his cheek. "Here's the way it works, stud. You fight me, and I don't arrest you for anything. No hookers, no nothing. You win, you take the keys from me and you leave. You can't take my car, or I will have to come for you. If I win ..." The man broke in, "But you won't win, and then what's to stop you for going back on the deal because you're pissed that I beat you up?" Meg smiled, and put her hand over his lips. "Shhh. If I win, I get do whatever I want to with you, but I won't arrest you for anything, win or lose. I have no case, anyway, because I violated procedure by bringing you here." He raised his eyebrows. "So really, it's you who is under the gun. Why should I agree to this at all?" Meg shook her head, smiling, exasperated. "Listen to me, lover. The front door is locked, and I have the key. You want to leave, you have to get it from me. Either we fight, or I just beat the shit out of you. I'm just being nice and promising not to arrest you for anything, no matter who wins." "So, really, I don't have any choice," he said, laughing. "Really, you don't," she returned, smiling, arms folded. "All right," he said. "But I warned you about this. Don't say that I didn't. I'm sure you're a great cop and all, but come on. I'm taller, bigger, stronger, and I'm a guy. Maybe after I teach you a lesson you can tell me what the hell you were thinking," he said, laughing. Meg smirked, and walked around behind him. He turned his head, so he could see what she was doing. "If you beat me up," she said, looking into his face, "I'll be happy to tell you exactly what I was thinking." She unlocked his handcuffs, and walked back around in front of him. He folded his arms across his chest, and said, "Okay, what now?" "Now," Meg smiled, "we get ready to rumble. Are you going to wear that jacket and button-down shirt? It's up to you, but it seems kind of inhibiting." She looked up into his face as she undid her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. She stepped out of it, picking it up and putting it on the other side of the room. The keys were still in the skirt pocket. Meg was wearing a bikini bottom, and she kept her pumps on. Steve's eyes widened, and he stared at her fantastic legs for a moment. He took off his jacket and button-down shirt, now wearing a tee-shirt, jeans, and tennis shoes. Meg smiled at him, and took off her tank top. It wouldn't inhibit her movements, but she wanted him to see her body. She felt it might help her in the fight, and if she won, it certainly would help her humiliate him. She wore a bikini top which matched her bottom, and which covered some, but not all, of her breasts. She saw Steve looking at her body, her firm breasts, solid tummy, taught buttocks, strong, sleek legs. She let him look for a while, resting her hands on her bare hips, watching him stare at her. Meg looked good. Her hair fell onto bare shoulders, and she looked incredibly sexy in the bikini. Her back, legs and stomach were fully exposed, and her breasts and her butt were just barely covered by the tiny bikini. She paced a little, so he could get a good look at her from all sides. She looked fantastic, but she was considerably smaller than he. "What now, gorgeous?" he asked, never taking his eyes from her body. "That's it, love. Take a good look. When I'm beating the shit out of you, and you're begging for mercy, never forget what I look like," Meg said coolly. Steve laughed at her statement. "Oh, don't worry, pretty lady. I couldn't possibly forget what you look like. And after I rough you up a little, I'm going to want to talk about just what made you think you could beat me up, anyway." Meg raised her eyebrows and pursed her lips slightly. "Oh, don't worry," he continued. "I'll try not to mess up your hot little body or your pretty face too badly." Meg smiled and said, "Oh, good. This is going to be such fun! Let's get started, then." "How do you want to do this?" he asked. Meg knew that he would never make the first move, silly male ego, so she said, "Well, I thought we would just kind of start." As she finished her statement, she threw a roundhouse kick to Steve's head, catching him in the mouth with her foot. She still wore her pumps. Before he knew what hit him, she landed a second kick to his face. This one knocked him to the ground, where he lay at her feet, a little blood trickling from his mouth. He looked up at her, and said "You bitch! You want to play that way, do you?" He leapt to his feet and, lowering his shoulder, he charged at her. He came at her quickly, and before she could react, he had slammed his body into her. He slammed Meg against the wall solidly, and she gasped from the impact, which rattled her teeth. Meg quickly threw a punch at his stomach, but he was prepared, and her blow did little damage. He put his hands on her pretty white shoulders, pulling her a foot or two away from the wall, then forcefully slamming her against it again, and again. He put a hand on her chin, and forced her head against the wall, sharply. She shook away the cobwebs as best she could, and slid to the side, and around him, away from the wall. He turned to face her, his back now to the wall. Before he could charge her again, Meg landed a quick blow to his throat with the heel of her hand, and then a second one, causing him to choke and sputter for breath. With his concentration compromised, she tried punching him in the stomach again, having more success this time, hearing him gasp, feeling her fist collapse into him slightly. She quickly punched him in the stomach three or four more times, using both hands in rapid succession. He was winded, gasping for breath. He put his hands on her shoulders, preparing to push her away, but she had leverage, this time. He did not budge her, and she quickly brought her arms up, breaking his hold on her shoulders. Meg landed a knee forcefully to his stomach, and then another, giving him no chance to recover. She stepped back from him, then, and when he moved away from the wall, coming at her, she delivered a powerful kick to his chest, slamming him back into the wall. He punched her in the midsection, but got no result, as his blow bounced off her harmlessly from such close range. She planted her forearm against his throat, and forced it against him tightly, holding him to the wall, prohibiting him from breathing. As he started to struggle to break free, she began punching him in the stomach with her free hand, turning her body into each blow, hearing him grunt, feeling her fist sink deeper into his midsection with each punch, holding him against the wall with his neck pinned beneath her forearm. After countless punches, she released him and stepped back, thinking he would double over or fall to the floor. Steve surprised her with his endurance, however, and came right at her, though he was still struggling for breath. He landed a solid blow to the side of her head, knocking her to the floor like a ton of bricks. He kicked her in the back, and she screamed in pain. Quickly, before he could hit her again, she caught his ankles with her hands and yanked his feet out from under him. She quickly crawled on top of him, straddling his midsection. Steve was very strong, though, and he began to stand up while Meg was straddling him. As he stood, she hung on to him with her legs, wrapping them around his middle, holding on to his shoulders to support herself. As he stood all the way up, Meg still had her legs wrapped around him, her feet behind his back, holding onto his shoulders, her face level with his. She quickly began to squeeze him between her legs, forcefully, as he grunted from the sudden pressure. He tried to push her off of him, to pry her loose, but her hold was very tight, and she continued to clamp down on his middle, harder and harder. He ran forward, towards the wall, smashing Meg's back into the wall, and his body into hers, with tremendous force, causing her to gasp and almost to fall off of him. Though she did loosen her grip for a moment, she quickly regained her composure and began squeezing him again, even harder. He backed away from the wall, gasping, preparing to ram her again, anything to get her off of him. Before he could smash her into the wall again, Meg squeezed him with as much force as she could muster, and reached a hand beneath herself, finding his crotch. As she squeezed him between her legs, she took hold of his testicles in her hand, through his pants, and squeezed them as hard as she could. He screamed as she continued to crush him between her legs and to contract her hand around his testicles. She looked into his face now, reading his pained expression, watching his energy leave him. She loosened her grip around his middle long enough to adjust herself, finding his stomach, and then she clamped down on him with unbelievable force. She could feel him flex his muscles between her thighs, in an effort to fight off the pressure, but she did not relent. He swung his fists at her head, but she caught his hands in hers, forcing them quickly between her chest and his. She wrapped her arms around his neck tightly, holding their bodies together, trapping his arms between them. Meg continued to squeeze him between her legs, feeling his muscles struggle in an effort to not allow her to contract any further. She held him tightly against her, though, squeezing him, hearing him scream in her ear, his head next to hers, his arms pressed between their bodies. As he weakened and lost breath to her, he sank to his knees, and then fell to the floor on top of her, chopped down to size like a gigantic tree. As he lay on top of her, struggling, she continued to hold him tightly against her, wrecking his body between her legs, feeling his muscle and flesh loosen between her thighs. He struggled desperately to break free, but she held him tight, squeezing him harder all the time, forcing his breath from him, feeling his insides turn softer and softer. As his body weakened to her, it became easier and easier for Meg to crush him between her legs, eliciting gasps and screams from him all the while. She released her arms from his neck, and he withdrew his hands, trying desperately to use them to pry her legs loose from him, but to no avail. She spoke softly against the side of his face. "I can feel your stomach, all weak and soft between my legs. Do you realize how defenseless you are? No? Let me show you." And she squeezed his tummy between her thighs with unbelievable force, laughing at his screams, relishing the feel of his softness, watching his eyes bulge as she crushed him, harder, always harder. She became incredibly aroused, but forced herself to forget about it, for the time being. She was just getting warmed up. "Beg me to stop," she whispered against his face, eliciting screams from him that did not sound human. "Yes!" he shouted. "Please stop! Please!" She laughed. "Good," she cooed in his ear, releasing her legs from him, pushing him off of her, onto his back, where he lay shaking, struggling to gulp in air. "I have a treat for you, lover," she said, getting up to walk on her hands and knees behind his head. "Before this night is over, I'm going to let you feel my strength, my power, over every inch of your body." Meg sat behind his head on the floor, and lifted it from the ground by a handful of his hair. She straightened her legs in front of her, placing his head in her lap, resting her feet on his stomach, her calves on his chest. She leaned back, propping her body on her arms for leverage and support. She crossed her ankles on him, making sure that he was watching her. She tightened her thighs against the sides of his head, and began squeezing, very slowly, very steadily. A look of alarm swept over his face as he felt Meg's thighs tighten against his head, saw her legs flexing. She laughed at his expression, saying "If you don't want me to squeeze you, all you need do is break free. I'm not using my hands. For goodness sake, your hands, your body, your legs are all free. Just break loose." As she continued to squeeze his head tighter, he did try to get free, thrashing his legs and body, trying desperately to use his hands to pry his head loose. She laughed at his struggles, knowing he could hear her laughter, and feel it in her legs against his head. He began rolling around on the floor, bucking, trying to break free. Meg lay down flat on her back, with her arms at her sides, keeping hold of his head, allowing her body to roll with him, humiliating him, not allowing him to break free. "You might want to brace yourself, big strong man," she said, digging her heels rudely into his soft tummy to get his attention. "I'm going to squeeze harder now. I'm going to squeeze you to sleep between my thighs. I expect it will be very painful until you pass out." With that, she clamped down forcefully on his head, eliciting new screams and further struggles. She laughed at his desperate attempts to break free, squeezing him tighter, feeling him weaken, feeling his movements slow, until he could do no more than scream and make weak attempts with his hands to pry her off of him. She pet his head with a soft hand as she continued to crush his skull, hearing him scream and moan as the pressure on his head continued to grow. Finally, she grew tired of the hold, and lay flat on her back. She loosened her thighs and then quickly clamped down on him, hearing him scream. She repeated this motion a second time, and a third, and after the third, he was quiet and still, asleep. Meg reclined on her back, the big man's head between her legs as he lay unconscious on her lap. A knock at the front door startled both women, so entranced had they been with the video they were watching. Meg laughed. "Just the pizza, hon." "Damn!" Lisa said. "It was just getting really good." Meg rolled her eyes and laughed knowingly. "It gets a lot better. Don't worry, we'll watch the rest in a minute." She went to front door and opened it. The pizza delivery guy was outside on the porch, waiting. He was a very attractive young man, probably early twenties, blond and well-tanned. Meg smiled saying, "Hi. Come on in, and I'll get your money. How much do I owe you?" "Twelve dollars," the man said, stepping inside. "Okay," Meg returned, taking the pizza from him. "Follow me." The man obliged, following Meg into the living room, where Lisa sat on the couch. "This is Lisa, and I'm Meg," Meg said, smiling prettily. "Lisa, this is the pizza guy." The man smiled, and said "Brian. Brian the pizza guy." Meg retreated into the kitchen, saying "I'll get your cash, Brian the pizza guy." From the kitchen she continued, "Brian's a cute pizza guy, don't you think, Lisa?" In the living room, Lisa blushed and smiled, looking up at Brian from the couch, saying "He sure is." Brian blushed himself, and started to say something, but was unable to finish, as Meg walked up behind him, quietly, hitting him sharply between the shoulder blades with her nightstick. He fell to the ground with a thud, out cold. "Meg!" Lisa shouted, getting up off of the couch. "What the hell are you doing?" Meg looked at her, smiling wickedly. "You said he was cute. We might want him later. We can have some fun with him." "You can't just go around hitting men with sticks, keeping them as play toys!" Lisa exclaimed. Meg continued to smile naughtily. "Lisa, you don't understand. We can do that. We can do exactly that. Believe me, when you see the rest of my video, you'll be glad that he's here. You'll thank me later." Lisa sat back on the couch, as Meg handcuffed the unconscious man's hands behind his back, leaving him in the middle of the floor. "Well, okay, Meg. You're a cop. You know what you're doing, I guess. What if they call looking for him?" "We say he never got here, or that he got here and left already," Meg answered. "I'll go pull his car into the garage and turn off his engine. Get yourself some pizza. It's in the kitchen. Be a dear and get me some too, and maybe another glass of wine?" "Okay," Lisa said, getting up. "Then we can watch the rest of your tape?" Meg laughed from the front doorway. "Yes." When Meg got back inside, Lisa was in the living room again. She had two plates of pizza, and two glasses of wine set out on the coffee table. "Thanks," Meg told her, sitting down, and pressing the play button on the remote control. Meg stood up, allowing Steve's head to fall limply to the floor. She leaned down, and took off his shoes, undid his belt, and his pants, pulling them off of him as he lay sleeping. He now wore only his boxer shorts and tee shirt. She took off her bikini top, and lay down on him, face down, eyes level with his. She leaned with one elbow pinning his shoulder down, her breasts hanging loosely on his chest, and wrapped her ankles around his legs firmly. She slid a hand down the side of his body, underneath her, into his boxers, past his erection, finding his testicles, holding them loosely in her hand. Peering down into his face, she squeezed him sharply, briefly in her hand. He bolted awake, eyes opened, startled. Meg smiled down at him, her breasts hanging gently against his chest, her hand closed softly, but firmly, around his testicles. "Hello, darling," she said softly, seductively. "I hope you had a nice little nap. Perhaps you feel a bit more refreshed now," she smiled, letting her breath hit his face, feeling his erection against her arm as she held his testicles loosely. He began to struggle, and she squeezed his testicles in her hand, just a little, and he was immediately still, gasping. Her legs entangled with his, Meg released his balls, and brought her other arm up, pinning his other shoulder with her elbow, taking his wrists in her hands, holding them on the ground just above his head. She felt him beneath her, struggling to shake her off, but she had him in an extremely vulnerable position. She held his legs with hers, pressed her lower body against his, pinned his shoulders with her elbows, and held his wrists above his head, out of the way. She looked down into his eyes, seeing his frustration, his fear, feeling intoxicated as she felt his erection against her, felt her breasts move about slightly against his muscular chest. "Let's see how strong your legs are, big man," she said, as she began spreading her legs apart, taking his with them. He struggled to hold his legs together, but he was weakened, and Meg had all of the leverage. She pulled them apart easily, feeling the point at which the joints started to resist further separation and continuing to pull them wider. "Look into my eyes," she said softly, firmly against his face. "Look into my eyes. If you look away again, I'll rip you in two." He looked into her beautiful face, as she stared down at him, stretching him, pinning him to the ground. She let her breasts move about on his chest, slightly, and she kissed his forehead, his cheeks, his mouth. She licked his ear, pulling his legs farther and farther apart, feeling him struggle, hearing him scream. When she reached what appeared to be an extremely painful degree of separation, she stopped pulling her legs apart, holding them at that point, hearing him scream, kissing his face and neck passionately, looking into his pleading eyes with satisfaction and arousal. Eventually, when she was ready, she released his legs, still laying on top of him. She released his hands, as well, and sat up on his middle, feeling him tremble from the pain, from the feel of her sitting on his erection. Sitting up on him, she put her feet underneath his arms, with the heels on the floor. "Let's play with your arms now," she said, catching his wrists before he could pull them away. She held his wrists tightly, sitting on his middle, her legs bent, her feet flush against his armpits. She looked into his face, almost curiously, as she began straightening her legs, pushing off of his armpits, sliding her body back on him, holding tightly to his wrists, stretching his arms. He began to moan, and to wriggle uncomfortably, as she extended her legs fully. She looked into his face one last time, and then she started to lay backwards, laying down slowly, holding his wrists all the while, stretching him, holding her feet firmly beneath his arms. He screamed from the unbelievable pain, and again, she stopped short of damaging him, holding her position at a particularly painful point for several minutes, then releasing him. She sat up on his chest, looking down into his face, as he shook and whimpered. "Are you beaten?" she asked. He said nothing. "Tell me that you are beaten. Beg for mercy. I make no promises, except that your continued defiance will make me very angry." Still, he said nothing, trembling fearfully beneath her. "Fine," she said impatiently, rising to her feet. "You'll beg, if I have to beat it out of you." And she walked from the room, returning with two pairs of handcuffs and a thick fashion magazine. He tried to get up, and Meg let him, grabbing his head by the hair as he stood, dragging him over to an empty chair. He continued to struggle, and she kneed him sharply in the stomach, causing him to double over in agony. Meg sat on the chair, throwing him across her lap. She reached down and caught one of his hands, cuffing it tightly to the leg of the chair. She did the same with his other hand. He still stood, leaning over her with his hands cuffed to the legs of the chair, but she kicked his legs out from under him, wrapping one of hers around the back of both of his, pulling them tightly together against her. She pulled his boxers down, just below his buttocks. She could feel his erection in her lap, as she dug her nails into his ass. Meg reached down to the floor by her side, and picked up the magazine, rolling it tightly in one hand. She reached down for his head, catching it by the hair, pulling it up towards her, arching his back, and she began spanking him with the magazine. She beat him harshly, quickly, skillfully, showing no mercy. At first he held his breath, making no sound at all. As she continued, however, beating him relentlessly, striking him again and again in the same area on his ass, the pain became more intense. As his butt reddened and he began to scream out in pain, Meg tired of the magazine and threw it aside, beating him with her open, bare hand, slapping his red, tender ass with her little, feminine hand. She was able to slap him more effectively with her hand, actually causing him greater pain, and certainly much greater humiliation. He wriggled around, trying desperately to get loose from her, but she held him firmly, one leg wrapped around both of his, using her free hand to hold his head by the hair, with his wrists cuffed to the legs of the chair. He was trapped, and she could beat him as long as she wanted to continue. Meg beat him for a long time, with her bare hand, causing more and more pain with each blow, until he was screaming for her to stop. She knew that tears could not be far behind, and she continued beating him cruelly until he started sobbing from the pain and humiliation. She slowed the pace of her blows, speaking to him, as he sobbed on her lap. "Now, my sweet," she said, hitting him savagely. "Beg me to stop, or I'll beat you like this over every inch of your body," she said, hitting him again, relishing his screams and sobs, his continued erection against her lap. "Please stop!" Steve shouted through his crying. "Please, I beg you. Stop." Meg smiled, and stopped beating him, instead rubbing her hand firmly over his tender, welted butt, eliciting more screams, more crying. "That's better. Now that you understand your place, and I think that you do, we can really have some fun." She pulled up his shorts, patting his butt, causing him to scream, and she released his legs, rudely pushing him off of her lap and onto the floor. She stood up, walking on him as she did so, lifting the chair from the floor so that his hands were released. "Stand up," she said, "now." He quickly obliged, though he was still crying, and visibly shaken from the beating she had issued. Meg walked around behind him, rubbing her hand on his back, bringing it lower, and lower, slipping it into his boxers, causing him to yelp in pain. She ran her hand slowly down his butt. From her position behind him, she lowered her hand beneath his ass and took hold of his testicles, lightly. "Walk," she said, leading him by the testicles from behind, like a puppet. She walked him across the room, and up the stairs, towards her bedroom. The tape went blank for a moment, and then came back on, the view now of Meg's bedroom, of her bed. She and Steve were standing next to the bed, and Meg pushed him, firmly, into the bed. "Lie on your back," she told him. "That's it, with your head next to the wall. Prop your head up on the wall, so that you are facing forward. If you do as I say, I'll try not to hurt you any more," she smiled as he obeyed her. Meg slipped off her shoes, climbing on top of him, straddling him in the bed, wearing only her bikini bottoms. She stroked his chest and his face with her hands, looking down into his eyes powerfully. Brian, the pizza guy, stirred on the floor in the living room, and Meg pressed the pause button on the remote control, looking down at him. He opened his eyes, groaning, and she stood up, walking over to where he lay on the floor, standing over him. "What the hell ... ?" he began, visibly disoriented. "Shhh," Meg said to him, looking over at Lisa. Meg stooped down to her knees next to the man, petting his head, saying "Are we awake, love? I'm afraid we're not quite ready for you. Soon, though. Why don't you go back to sleep for just a little while longer?" And she put the palm of her hand firmly over his mouth, pinching his nose between her thumb and forefinger, holding his head against the floor. His eyes widened, and he struggled to break free, but his hands were cuffed behind his back, and Meg held his head firmly against the ground, looking into his face, smiling, not allowing him to breathe. After a few moments of struggling, he passed out again, and Meg withdrew her hand from his face, carefully checking to make sure that he started breathing again. Lisa smiled at her wickedly, visibly excited, but said nothing. "There's only a bit more," Meg said, sitting back down on the couch, "but it's really good. I think you'll enjoy it. We'll just finish watching, and then perhaps we can have some new adventures." She again pressed the play button on the remote. Meg scooted up on Steve's body, so that she was sitting on his chest, her body inches from his face, which was propped up against the wall, perpendicular with the rest of him, as he lay flat on the bed. She pulled off her bikini bottoms, watching his face for reaction. Meg lay down on top of him, swinging her legs up so that they extended straight above his head on the wall, her ankles resting against the wall. Her head was in his lap, and she could feel his erection against the back of it. She reached above her head with her arms, finding his legs, his ankles with her hands. She wound her arms around his legs, taking hold of his ankles with her hands, laying back on him with all of her weight on his body. She raised her head up for a moment, looking into his face, which was inches from her crotch, her ass, and said "Now, I want you to suck me, love. Do it well, and I won't have to hurt you. Do you understand?" "Yes," he answered quickly. "Good," Meg said, arching her back, using her hold on his ankles to move herself up on his body, pressing her sex and her ass against his face, mashing his head against the wall. She spread her legs apart further on the wall above his head, and she used the leverage from her arms to press herself firmly against his face. "Now, lick me. That's it. I want you to lick my ass, suck me. That's right. I want to feel your tongue inside me. Stretch it. Deeper." She continued to talk to him, her voice very aroused, very female. She let him hear her girlish moans of ecstasy, so that he could never forget that he had been conquered, completely, by a woman. That he was servicing a pretty, feminine woman because she had commanded him to do so. She used her hold on his legs to mash her body against his face, forcing him deeper and deeper inside of her. She could sense his increased arousal as well, against the back of her head, as she continued to direct him, and to moan. As she felt herself beginning to come, Meg withdrew some of her pressure against his face, and then violently pushed herself into him, smacking his head against the wall, crushing herself up against him. She repeated this several times, pounding his head against the wall, using him, as she climaxed against his face. She could tell that he had reached orgasm, too, in his shorts against the back of her head. She lifted her head off of him, slightly, so that she would not be soiled. How humiliating for him, she thought, that he should have no other release but to come in his shorts, soiling himself, while he pleasured her and brought her to climax with his mouth. She left her crotch planted against his face for several minutes after she was through, just feeling him against her sex, prohibiting him from movement. When she was ready, she rolled off of him, saying "Well done, my pet. I am finished with you for the moment. I am tired, and wish to sleep." She walked around to the foot of the bed, and took hold of his ankles, pulling him towards her, moving him down on the bed, until his legs were hanging off, and his head was about halfway between the head and foot of the bed, facing up. She lay in the bed next to him, with her head near the wall, and her feet at the foot of the bed, also laying on her back, facing up. Meg scooted over on top of Steve, laying with her head on a pillow and her back on the bed, but with her ass on Steve's face, and her legs draped along his chest and stomach. "I'm going to sleep now," she said firmly, smiling as she felt his head beneath her ass. "Lie still, and do not wake me, or I will thrash you. Do you understand?" She heard him say "Yes," from beneath her ass, and she laughed, making sure he could feel her laughter. She tensed the muscles in her buttocks, saying "I'm having trouble hearing you from beneath my ass. If you understand, then lick my ass, sweetheart." She smiled as she felt him licking her butt, and closed her eyes, saying "That's good. Not a move then, or I'll hurt you as you have never imagined." And she fell asleep, resting her pretty head on the pillow, with her ass on his face, her legs on his body, in a position of complete ownership. The camera continued to run, showing her sleeping on his face. It was obvious that he was not, could not possibly be, sleeping, and was struggling to remain still beneath her ass because she had commanded that he do so. It was incredibly erotic at first, but became redundant after a few minutes. Meg pressed the stop button on the remote, sitting back in the couch, smiling with satisfaction. Lisa leaned back, and let out a deep breath. "Wow," she said. "Incredible. I can't believe how turned on that made me. It must have been amazing." Meg smiled naughtily. "It was the fucking best. It was the most arousing experience I've ever had. And when he sucked me off, because I made him, because he was afraid of me? Better than any sex I've ever had. The best climax ever, hands down." "Wow," Lisa said, blushing a little. "So, what did you do with him this morning?" Meg smiled, and her face turned slightly pink. "Nothing." "What do you mean, 'nothing,'" Lisa asked, incredulously. "I mean I haven't let him go yet. I made him attend to me this morning. You know, wash me, dress me. I left him handcuffed to the bed all day while I was at work. I wanted to show him to you. I'll let him go tomorrow, if I feel like it." She smiled wickedly. Lisa was shocked, visibly. "You kept him? You kept him? You mean he's been here all day? You mean he's here now?" Meg blushed, but continued to smile her evil smile. "Want to meet him?" she asked. "I don't know," Lisa said shyly. "Oh, sure you do," Meg laughed, getting up, walking from the room. "I'll go get him. If the pizza guy wakes up before I get back, just choke him back to sleep, sweetie." Lisa sat on the couch, looking at the unconscious pizza guy, waiting for Meg to return with the man she was keeping handcuffed to her bed. It was terribly weird shit, Lisa knew, but the anticipation of using a man the way Meg had in her tape was incredible. When Meg returned, she was riding on Steve's neck as he carried her on his shoulders, with her legs draped over his body. She held on to him by the hair on his head. He stooped carefully as he walked, so that Meg would not strike her head on anything, and he eyed the unconscious pizza guy nervously as he stepped over him. He still wore only a tee shirt and briefs, though both looked clean, as though they had been washed today. When they arrived in the living room and walked over to face Lisa, Meg quietly said "Down," and Steve quickly stooped further, down to his knees, so that Meg could plant her feet on the ground. She did not dismount from him, though, instead crossing her ankles, pulling his head up by the chin tight against her body, between her legs. She smiled at Lisa, with her hands on her hips, and squeezed him between her legs, just to hear him scream. She stopped, after a moment, just holding him there, between her legs. "Lisa, this is the man I beat up," she said, patting him on the head as she held him in her thighs. "I beat the hell out of him, I made him scream, I made him cry and beg , I made him suck me. I forced him to let me sleep with my ass on his face, I made him wash me in the shower, and dress me, and carry me around the house." Meg leaned down to address Steve, still holding his head between her legs. "This is Mistress Lisa, darling. Get down on your hands and knees and greet her. Now." Steve quickly descended to his hands, already on his knees, and Meg swung her legs around, sitting on his back, straddling him. He stooped to the ground and kissed Lisa's foot, then her other one. "Good," Meg said, sitting on him. "Suck Mistress Lisa's toes," Meg said, tightening her legs around his sides. "Go on, sweetie," Meg said to Lisa. "Take off your shoe and sock." Lisa did as Meg encouraged. "Now," Meg said to Steve, "suck her toes." Steve did as he was told quickly, as Meg sat on his back, holding him firmly between her legs. As he sucked Lisa's toes, Meg talked to her, as if Steve was not there, as if his presence was not important. "You see how nice it is?" Meg asked. "And so easy." "Wow," Lisa said, as Steve sucked her toes obediently. "Suck my whole foot," she said, pushing her foot into his mouth." "Do it," Meg said to him, squeezing him a little, and he opened his mouth as wide as he could, sucking Lisa's foot, licking her toes. "This is awesome," Lisa said to Meg. "I told you," Meg said. "Are you ready to play with the pizza guy? I'll help you get started with him, if you want, but then you can play with him by yourself." Lisa smiled mischievously. "Okay," she said quietly. "Cool," Meg said, getting up from Steve's back. She turned her attention to him, briefly. "Lay down, on your stomach, over there, and watch. If you move, or make a peep, I'm going to get that handsome body of yours back between my legs and start breaking it, piece by piece, while you scream, and cry, and plead. Go. Now." He quickly complied. Meg walked over to where Brian, the pizza guy, lay unconscious on the floor. She looked at Lisa, sitting on the couch. "Well come on, Lisa. Let's have some fun." Lisa stood up, and walked over near Meg, standing over Brian's body, looking at how strong and young he was, and how handsome, thinking how fantastic it would be to destroy him, to make him cry and beg, as Meg had done in the video. Meg leaned down and slapped Brian's face a few times, and he stirred, then opened his eyes, this time jolting immediately as he recognized Meg. She grabbed him by the handcuffs as he stood up, and she unlocked his hands from the cuffs, but she looped her arm through both of his, holding his arms behind his back before he knew fully what was happening. Lisa stood in front of him, facing him, and he looked into her face, questioningly. "You were just in the wrong place at the wrong time, sweetie," she said to him as he struggled to break free from Meg. Lisa pulled her fist back, and punched him savagely in the stomach, eliciting a look of fear and surprise from him, and a gasp as the breath was forced from him. Meg did not allow him to double over, instead holding him up, with his arms firmly behind his back. Lisa searched his eyes for a moment, and then hit him in the stomach again, and again, blows that would have knocked him backward if Meg were not holding him still, forcing his body to absorb the blow to its full extent. "Stop," he screamed. "What's the matter with you girls? Why in the hell are you doing this?" Meg pulled his arms behind his back tighter, and said "Oh, shut up, cutie. We're doing it because we can. Are you going to stop us?" Lisa continued to punch him in the gut, and when Meg finally let go of him, he fell gasping to the floor. Meg took hold of his ankles, lifting his feet easily off of the ground, keeping him from moving, lifting his whole lower body, though he tried to kick his legs free. "Take off your jeans, Lisa," Meg said. "And keep working his tummy. Wrap your legs around him and listen to him scream." Lisa smiled and nodded, kicking off her other shoe and taking off her jeans, revealing skimpy black panties. While Meg held Brian's lower body off of the ground, Lisa quickly lay on the floor next to him and wrapped a leg across his stomach and another behind his back. As she tightened herself around his body, Meg let go of his feet, and he thrashed about on the floor, with Lisa's legs wrapped around him. She started to squeeze him tight between her thighs, and he struggled more desperately to break free, shouting "Stop it!" Lisa laughed, and poured the pressure on, feeling him wriggle about between her legs, unable to break free. He took a swing at her head with his fist, and hit her in the shoulder as she quickly dodged his blow, squeezing him tighter in her thighs. Meg walked up behind him, and kneeled roughly on his shoulders, pinning his upper body to the ground, her ass inches from his face. Brian struggled to break free, but they had him now. Meg maintained her position on his shoulders, pinning his upper body firmly to the ground. Lisa crushed him between her thighs relentlessly. He screamed and groaned, and struggled to breathe, and the women talked to one another, again, as though he were not even there. "Isn't it great having him between your legs like that?" Meg said, driving her knees into his shoulders, leaning forward on his chest with her hands. "It's unbelievable," Lisa said, squeezing him hard, then relaxing, then squeezing him harder still. "He's this big, strong man, and he's struggling for breath from between my thighs." "Can you feel him weakening?" Meg asked, looking over her shoulder, down into Brian's face. "Oh yes," Lisa said. "He felt much stronger before, but he's having a lot of trouble keeping me from squeezing him, now. I wonder how he'll respond to this," she said, slowly, steadily increasing the pressure, hearing him scream as she continued to crush him more and more. "The screaming is great, don't you agree?" Meg asked. "I love the screaming," Lisa said, squeezing him mercilessly, shaking his body about between her legs. "I'm making him scream. He's a big, strong man, and I'm just a girl, and I'm making him hurt so bad that he's screaming." "Wait until he cries," Meg said. "That's even better." "Oh," Lisa said excitedly. "I can't wait to make him cry," and she squeezed him relentlessly, laughing at his screams and gasps. "He's very weak now. I can feel him between my legs, and he feels kind of soft and squishy, helpless." "That's wonderful," Meg said, standing up, getting off of him. "Squeeze him now, sweetie, as hard as you can." The man screamed as Lisa began to chew on him with her thighs, feeling his softness, his weakness between her legs, against her crotch, and she came in her panties, hearing him scream as she crushed his soft, defeated body between her legs. She released him, and he moaned and shook from the pain, gasping in air. Lisa pushed him onto his stomach, walking across his back, forcing his body flat against the ground. She stepped off of him near his head, taking off her panties. "I have an idea, Meg," she said, sitting down by the man, grabbing his head by the hair as he tried to get up, rudely forcing him back to the ground. "Yes, dear?" Meg asked. "I want his face in my ass," Lisa said, laughing. "Oh, yes," Meg agreed. "That sounds good. Are you going to sit on him?" The man tried again to get up, and Meg stepped on his back with one foot, then with both, bringing him back down on the ground beneath her feet as Lisa sat by his head. "I'll sit on him later. I thought you might sit on him now, since you're here," Lisa answered, getting up to kneel on his head as he tried to get up again. She forced his head to the ground, driving her knee into his temple, eliciting screams from him. "I see," Meg said. "That's a great idea." And she sat down on his back, straddling him as Lisa moved off of his head, laying down on her stomach on the floor in front of him, scooting back and spreading her legs to either side of his body. Meg grabbed a handful of his hair as he screamed, and lifted his head from the ground. Lisa scooted back further, until her butt was beneath his face, and Meg forced his head down onto Lisa's butt with her hand. He struggled and turned his head, not allowing Meg to force him down. Meg scooted up on his body, on his back, then his neck, settling her crotch on the back of his head, forcing him down with all of her weight, pressing his face firmly against Lisa's ass. Meg used her hands to position his head, sitting on him with her full weight, pressing his nose and mouth into Lisa's butt. She bounced up and down on his head, and Lisa lifted her ass into his face, smashing it against him. The phone rang, and Meg rose to get it. Lisa hooked her legs over Brian's shoulders, using her knees against his shoulders to hold him down against her butt. Meg returned with the cordless phone, resuming her position on his head, forcing his face deep into Lisa's ass. "Hello?" Meg said into the phone, as Lisa turned to look back at her. "I see," Meg said into the phone, putting her hand over the receiver. "It's the pizza place. They were wondering if we had seen their driver." She bounced up and down on Brian's head, forcing him into Lisa's butt. Lisa smiled, shaking her butt against his face, feeling him try to speak against her ass, hearing his muffled voice from between her buttocks. Meg laughed, saying softly, "Oh that's it, sweetie. Struggle. If you could only free yourself to get to the phone, you might be able to tell them what has happened to you. Oh, how unfortunate," she said, smiling at Lisa, shaking his head between her legs. "I guess you won't be able to come to the phone after all." Meg spoke into the phone, sitting on Brian's head, forcing his face into Lisa's butt. "No, I'm afraid he never got here. Oh no, that won't be necessary. We went ahead and ate something else already. Yes, we were very hungry. Oh, that would be lovely. Thank you so much. Good-bye." She turned the phone off, grinding her crotch against Brian's head, talking to Lisa. "They're very sorry that we didn't get our pizza. They said that they will send us a coupon for a free one for next time. I wonder if Brian will deliver it," she said, and laughed as she pressed his face deeper into Lisa's butt. "I think he's having trouble breathing," Meg said, leaning down to inspect his face, which was mashed firmly against Lisa's ass. "Oh," Lisa said, grinding her ass against his face. "That's too bad. Perhaps if he were to lick my ass, to do a really good job, I might let him breathe." Beaten, Brian obliged her, obediently sliding his tongue into her butt, licking her. "Oh, yes," Lisa said loudly. "Put your tongue in me. Deeper. I want to feel your tongue deep inside me, licking me obediently. You had better stretch that tongue, tough guy. Lick my ass well, or I'll suffocate the very life from you." He struggled desperately to oblige her, and she moaned girlishly as she felt his tongue deep in her ass. After several minutes, when she was certain that he would soon pass out, Lisa slid forward, releasing him from her ass. Meg stayed on top of his head, pressing his face against the floor, as he lay beneath her, gasping in air, choking and wheezing. Meg got off of him, eventually, stepping on his body carelessly as she made her way towards Steve. Standing over Steve, she said "Roll over onto your back, lover. I wish to sit." The big, strong man quickly did as he was told, and Meg stood over him, her hands on her hips. She took off her shoes, her jeans, and her panties. She lowered her crotch onto his face, covering his face and mouth with her body, leaving his eyes exposed, so that she could look down into them. She took off her top, and her bra, and began caressing her breasts, making sure that he could see her. "Suck me," she ordered. "Put your tongue in me." Obediently, Steve began lapping at her sex, like a puppy. She ran her fingers through his hair, sitting on his face with all of her weight, caressing her own breasts, moaning, letting him feel her feminine voice reverberate through her body against his face. As Steve sucked her, she watched Lisa continue to dominate Brian, the pizza guy. Lisa stood over him, menacingly, her hands on her hips. She pulled her top off over her head, and took off her bra. She leaned down and took off his shirt, smacking away his arms as he tried to stop her. She pulled his head off of the ground by his hair, saying "Get up, my handsome man." As he rose, she put her hands under his arms to pull him to his feet, so that his face was inches from hers. He tried to back away from her, but she followed him. "You did such a wonderful job licking me, my sweet. I feel I should thank you. I know," she said, pulling him to her. "How about a hug?" And she circled her arms around his torso, kneeing him savagely in the stomach when he struggled, pulling him against her tightly with her arms. He was almost too weak to stand, but she held him up, his feet dragging on the ground. She held her head back, looking into his face, her naked breasts pressed against his chest nicely. She clasped her hands behind his back, digging the heels of her hands into his back, hugging him against her, looking into his pained, frightened face powerfully. As she hugged him tighter, he began to scream, and to wriggle, and she could feel his weakness against her swelling breasts as she crushed him against her. She settled her head next to his, letting him feel the softness of her face and hair against him as she crushed him in her arms, whispering in his ear as he screamed. "Oh, yes, lover. Scream. That's it. Your screams intoxicate me. I'm just a pretty little blond. Feel my breasts against you. That's it, feel my back, my buttocks with your hands. Put your hands on me. I love feeling how they struggle against me." She licked his ear as she continued to crush him. "Feel my breath, feel my little girl tongue. That's it. Oh, God damn it! That's it, lover. Struggle. Try to break free," she said, hugging him against her roughly, pulling him against her body, feeling his screams against her. "Brace yourself, my sweet," she whispered in his ear, confidently. "God how I love this." And she squeezed him tighter, arching her back, lifting him up, pressing herself into him as he began to sob on her shoulder. "Oh, God," she said, hugging him tighter still. "Yes, do cry. Cry on my shoulder, love, like a beaten child. Oh, you can't realize how hot you're making me. Do you want to make me hot?" she asked into his ear, squeezing him tighter. "Surely you don't, but you can't help it, can't help crying, because I'm hurting you so. Oh," she moaned into his ear, crushing the big man in her arms. "I think I could break you," she said as he continued to sob. "I feel your tears on my neck, on my shoulder, lover. Oh, I hear your sobs, I imagine your pain, pain that I inflict. It drives me wild," she said, and she squeezed him with all her might, feeling his body crush in her embrace, hearing one of his ribs break. She loosened her hug immediately, still holding him against her breast, hugging him lightly now. Little force was needed to cause immeasurable pain, now that she had broken his rib. He continued to cry on her shoulder, quietly now, careful not to sob because of the incredible pain it caused him. "Oh, my poor, broken love," Lisa said softly against his face, hugging him lightly, feeling his tears on her neck. "I've broken you. But I'm just a woman. How humiliating for you, to be handled so roughly, broken by a woman." He continued to cry on her shoulder, as she held him lightly against her, rubbing her face and her hair against his neck softly. "I think you had better lie down," she said, releasing her arms, smiling nastily as he crumpled to the ground at her feet. "Bravo," Meg said from across the room, as Steve serviced her, lapping at her sex as she sat on his face, looking down into his eyes, in complete control. "Oh," Lisa said watching Steve suck at Megan's crotch. "But that looks wonderful." She sat down on Brian's chest, causing excruciating pain. She leaned forward, looking down into his face, gently wiping tears off of his cheeks. "I want you to suck me," she told him. "Will you do as I wish?" She shifted her weight on his chest, causing him to gasp in pain. He nodded, quickly. "Yes," he said quietly, his tone one of defeat. "Oh, you're a very good boy," Lisa said, kissing his cheek, and turning around on him so that she was facing his body. She settled her crotch onto his face, over his nose and mouth, leaning forward, so that her ass was above his face, so that he could see her firm, feminine butt as he sucked on her. She leaned forward, resting her hands on his chest, her knees on his shoulders, pressing her sex against his mouth. "Now, go ahead, sweet. Lick me." He obeyed, licking her as she bucked on his face, flexing her buttocks so that he could see them. She caressed his chest with delicate female hands, finding his broken rib, settling her fingers on it gently, feeling his body stiffen in pain. "Oh," she moaned, pressing his broken bone. "That's it. Put your tongue in me. Lick me. Deeper," she commanded, pressing her fingers into his crushed rib, causing immediate pain. "Oh, God. I want to feel your tongue in me, love. Lick me. Suck me. Satisfy me. I want to feel your tongue on my tonsils, my lover." She lowered her ass onto his face, taking away his breath. "Oh, yes," she moaned roughly. "I want you to fuck me with your tongue. Your tongue was meant to lick me. Your face was made for my ass. You have no higher purpose than this. Oh, God, suck me." Lisa caressed her breasts as Brian sucked her, and she looked over at Meg, who sat on Steve's face as he serviced her. They watched each other being sucked by the handsome, strong men that they had defeated, and they moaned in unison as they came to crashing orgasms on the two men's faces, beating them, hurting them, using them for pleasure. The women looked at each other from across the room as both sat down harshly and firmly on the men's faces, suffocating them to unconsciousness. Both women knew that their lives would never be the same after this night.