Melissa's Bad Day
Mick Sloane
Two men sadly find themselves in the wrong place, at the wrong time



	Melissa stood leaning against the bar, smiling sexily, her hands 
on her hips, dressed like a prostitute.  She wore a skirt so short that it 
did not completely cover her firm, round buttocks, and showed all of 
her long, toned legs.  Her soft, straight, blond hair fell over lovely, tan 
shoulders, her bikini top exposing large, firm, high breasts and a 
taught, small midriff.  Her lips pouted slightly as she surveyed the 
room.
	She had been in the bar four minutes.  She had already had 
more men stare hungrily at her, more women shoot her dirty looks, 
than she could count.  She didn't care.  She wouldn't be here long.
	Before another minute had passed, a man approached her, and 
offered to buy her a drink.  She smiled seductively, nodding, thanking 
him.  Men were so easy, so predictable, so stupid.  This one was 
handsome, late thirties, dark hair, muscular build, wedding ring.
	"Want a date?" she asked him, looking sexily into his eyes.
	He smiled, saying quietly, "How much."
	She returned his smile, saying "Five hundred."
	"Wow," he said.
	"I am so very worth it, lover," she said softly.
	"Okay," he said, his eyes wandering up and down her fantastic 
body, finally settling on her young, round breasts.
	"Up front," she said, reaching forward, taking him by the chin, 
raising his eyes to hers.
	"No problem," he said, looking into her beautiful face.
She smiled at him naughtily, sipping her drink.  She felt 
someone tap her shoulder, roughly, and she turned her head, finding 
herself face-to-face with the bar's large, heavy-set bouncer.
	He spoke to her breasts, saying "I'm sorry lady, but you can't 
be in here dressed like that."
	She smiled innocently, saying "What's the matter, big boy?  
You don't like the way I'm dressed?"
	The big man blushed, saying "Oh no, miss, I think it's great, 
but it's against our dress code.  Now I'm afraid I'm going to have to 
ask you to be a good little girl and leave."
	Melissa smiled at him, and downed her drink, looking directly 
into his eyes.  She imagined herself breaking the big man in half 
between her legs, smiling in satisfaction at the vision.  Melissa had 
had a bad day.  It had been a very bad day, indeed.  And men were to 
blame.  Tonight, though, she would relieve her aggressions, and men 
would pay.
	She had lost a major account for the ad agency where she 
worked today.  She had presented some new ideas to her client, a 
sexist male pig, and he had made a pass at her during their lunch 
meeting.  It had not been the first time, and Melissa had snapped.  She 
had hauled off and punched him in the face, broken his jaw with one 
blow.  He had pulled the account, telling her boss that she had hit him 
because he hadn't liked her ideas.  Her boss, another male pig, had 
yelled at her in front of the entire account team, and had put her on 
suspension for two weeks.  
	Two men had caused Melissa to have a very bad day, today.  
And two men would pay.  Melissa would have a very good night, and 
she would go to sleep feeling vindicated, powerful, back in control.  
Melissa had a unique approach to relieving her aggression, but it 
worked well for her.
	She set her empty glass down on the bar, still smiling at the 
bouncer.  She would not make a scene here.  It would not serve her 
purpose.  "I was just leaving, hon," she said to the bouncer.  She 
turned to the man she with whom she had been speaking.  "Coming?" 
she asked, smiling.
	"Yeah," he said, quickly downing his beer and following her to 
the door, watching her ass work its magic as she walked.  "Where to?" 
he asked her, once they were outside on the front walk.
	"Do you have a car?" she asked, watching his eyes.
	"No," he answered.  "I walked here from the office."
	She smiled.  "Did you come alone?"  He nodded, and she 
smiled again, the wheels in her head turning.  This was very lucky 
indeed.  "My place is just a few blocks from here, sweetie.  We can 
just walk.  Perhaps I can borrow your sport coat?"
	"Oh," he smiled knowingly, his eyes once again exploring her 
body.  "Sure."  He took off his jacket, handing it to her.  Melissa 
thanked him, putting it over her shoulders as they walked.
	"By the way," he said, "I'm Jay."
	She turned to look at him as they walked, smiling, and said 
"Hi, Jay.  I'm Melissa."
	"Nice to meet you," he said, extending his hand as they 
walked.
	Melissa smiled at him hungrily, looking at his hand with 
disdain, and she took him by the front of his shirt with both hands, 
pulling him to her, kissing him softly, passionately on the mouth.  He 
returned her kiss enthusiastically, exploring her body with his hands as 
they kissed.  After a moment, Melissa pulled her head away, looking 
into his eyes, seeing how badly he wanted her already.  She smiled 
naughtily, saying "Nice to meet you, too, Jay," and she resumed 
walking, confident that he would follow.
	Melissa lived in a duplex, but she knew that the adjoining unit 
had been vacant for several months.  As they approached her front 
door, standing on the porch, she turned to the man, smiling 
seductively.  "Are you ready, hon?" she asked him.
	"Oh, yeah," he said, enthusiastically.
	"Are you sure?  Do you like me?" she smiled, teasing him.
	"Oh, yes, Melissa.  I'm sure.  I like you a lot." he said.
	Melissa put her key in the door with one hand, taking him 
again by the shirt with the other, pulling him to her, kissing him hotly 
on the neck, the ear, the mouth.  As the door opened, she pulled him in 
with her, by the shirt, and they walked in together, connected at the 
lips, continuing to kiss passionately as they walked into the house.  
She ran her hands over his chest, his neck, his face.  She kept her eyes 
open, watching his face.
	He pulled his face away from her mouth when he saw the 
inside of her apartment, saying "What the hell is this?  Who's that 
guy?  What's going on here?"
	Melissa smiled at him, shrugging, her hand still on his face, 
turning to look at the man tied and gagged on the floor of her 
apartment, then turning back to look at Jay.  "Oh him?" she said.  
"That's Andy."  She turned to the man on the floor.  "Andy, this is 
Jay."  Jay started to say something, as she turned back to look at him, 
but she moved her hand down his face, to his chin, and pushed his 
head back sharply, slamming it against the back of the door.  Jay 
crumpled to the floor instantly, unconscious.
	Melissa stood over his body for a moment, shaking her head.  
"How are you, Andy?" she asked, smiling as his response was muffled 
by the gag in his mouth.  "You men really are quite pathetic, Andy.  
Well, I'm thankful, anyway.  Life wouldn't be nearly as much fun if 
men weren't such pathetic fools."
	She walked over to Andy, who lay on the floor on his stomach, 
his hands tied behind his back, his feet tied together, and lifted behind 
his back, tied to his hands.  A gag was secured around his head, 
through his mouth.  He wore only boxer shorts, and from the scrapes 
and bruises all over his face and body, it looked as though he had been 
badly beaten, which he had been.
	Melissa had had awful days before today.  This was not the 
first, nor would it be the last.  And always, one or more men were to 
blame for her troubles.  She held a great contempt for men, and always 
had.  They were a scourge on society, as far as she was concerned.  
The only useful purposes Melissa had found for men were to be used 
for sex, and as objects with which she could relieve her aggression.  
She had discovered long ago that she could easily overtake and 
dominate much larger men than she, that her sexual and physical 
power, her nasty temperament, were more than most men could 
handle.
	Neither was the first time that Melissa would use men that she 
didn't know to relieve her aggressions, to appease her anger.  She had 
done it many times before, and had always felt much better afterwards.  
She was often able to relieve her sexual desires at the same time.  
Though she made love exclusively with women, whom she considered 
equals, Melissa enjoyed fucking men, using them to get herself off, 
especially as part of hurting and humiliating them.  They never gave 
her any trouble afterwards.  They were too afraid of her, and 
embarrassed by what she had done to them, if they were still alive at 
all.  Melissa felt no remorse either.  Men were weak, and they were 
pigs, and they existed for her pleasure and entertainment, as far as she 
was concerned.
	This evening would be different than earlier experiences in one 
sense, though.  The idea had occurred to Melissa earlier that day.  If 
abusing one man made her feel better, stronger, vindicated, how 
wonderful would it be to abuse two?  To hurt and humiliate them in 
front of one another.  To have one watch her, just a beautiful little 
woman, beat the other, make him scream and beg.  How much more 
helpless and humiliated would each feel then?  The possibilities were 
intoxicating.
	As she stood over Andy, looking down at him, she kicked him 
brutally in the side with her boot, smiling sweetly as he grunted in 
pain.  She had picked him up earlier, at a bar across town.  They had 
driven back to her apartment in his car together.  Once they had 
arrived at her place, she had surprised him, and overtaken him easily, 
beating him mercilessly, leaving him hog-tied and gagged on the floor 
of her apartment as she went out in search of her second victim.
She took off Jay's jacket, laying it on a chair, once again 
wearing only her tiny bikini top, her boots, and her short skirt.  
Underneath the skirt, she wore a thong bikini, which was visible 
whenever she leaned forward.  She had a powerful, fantastic, feminine 
body, long, sexy hair, and a soft, pretty face.
	She walked over to where Jay slept on the floor, placing her 
hands under his arms, dragging him away from the door.  She hog-tied 
and gagged him, as well, looking over occasionally at Andy as she did 
so.  He eyed her fearfully, as well he should, struggling to break free.
She smiled at him as she tied Jay.  "You'll be free soon 
enough, sweetie.  Not that it will do you much good."  She laughed 
evilly as he tried to plead to her through his gag.
	When she finished tying Jay, she rolled him onto his side, so 
that he was facing the room, so that he could watch.  She knelt down 
beside him, slapping his face harshly, waking him with a jolt.  She 
giggled as he opened his eyes, petting his head with her hand, looking 
down at him.
	"Are we awake now?" she asked him, patronizingly.  "In case 
you haven't surmised it yet, I'm no hooker," she said coldly, punching 
him in the chin with a closed fist, laughing as he grunted and tried to 
shout at her with his mouth firmly gagged.
	"I thought you might like to watch as I finish beating Andy," 
she gestured to the other man, who lay on the floor, tied firmly.  
"While you do, you might note how much bigger he is than me.  I 
think he's bigger than you, too, sweetie.  As you watch, you can think 
about what I'm going to do to you, weak, pathetic male."  She laughed 
as he continued to try to speak.
	Melissa rose to her feet, kicking Jay harshly in the stomach, 
laughing merrily as she watched him struggle for breath, finally 
regaining it.  She kicked him in the tummy again, then, easily 
knocking the wind from him a second time, laughing as she walked 
across the room to where Andy lay.
	She knelt beside Andy, and removed his gag.  He began 
speaking immediately.  "Listen, lady.  I don't want any more trouble.  I 
was just looking to get laid, okay?  Just untie me, and I'll be on my 
way.  I won't be any more trouble to you.  You got my word on it."
	Melissa smiled seductively, petting his head, stealing a glance 
across the room at Jay.  She crawled around behind Andy, and began 
untying his hands and feet.  "But I'm not finished with you yet, my 
dear," she said.  "All of the best stuff is still to come," she said, 
standing as she finished untying him.
	"Look, lady," Andy said, getting to his hands and knees, 
moving to rise to his feet.  "I've had enough, and I'm leaving."
Melissa smiled as she stomped on Andy's hand with her boot 
heel, grinding his hand against the floor as he screamed, looking over 
at Jay, directly into his eyes, as she ground her boot against Andy's 
hand, raising her eyebrows as she heard his bones breaking.  He 
struggled with his opposite hand to move her boot off of him, 
screaming in pain, but she held it there firmly, cruelly grinding it 
against his hand with all of her weight, crushing muscle and bone with 
great ease as he screamed like a tortured animal.
	Finally, she withdrew her foot, watching as he pulled his hand 
against his body, screaming in pain, still on his good hand and his 
knees.  Melissa walked around to the side of him, taking a step back, 
and then taking a running punt at his underside, laughing as her boot 
sank into his stomach, the force of the kick throwing him rolling onto 
his side, and then his back, where he lay, gasping for breath.
She stood over him, with her arms folded, looking down at him 
menacingly as he struggled for breath, holding his broken hand against 
his chest tenderly.  She walked around to his feet, as he lay on his 
back, stooping to pick them up, one in each hand, holding them easily 
by the ankles as he struggled to kick them free.  She lifted them up, 
holding them tightly, walking towards him as she lifted his feet and his 
legs off of the ground.  
	She placed the toe of her boot firmly on his crotch, stepping on 
his testicles lightly as he shrieked in pain.  She held his legs out 
straight above him, and stood with one foot on his testicles, looking 
down into his face as he screamed and struggled.  She pressed down 
harder on him with her foot, looking at him threateningly, and he was 
still, though he continued to scream.
	Melissa looked down at him, her heart racing as she saw his 
fear, his vulnerability, and she pushed his legs apart with her arms, 
still holding one ankle in each hand.  She continued to stand on his 
testicles with the toe of one boot, and she bent her leg at the knee.  She 
looked over at Jay, making certain that he was watching, which he 
was, his eyes wide in shock.  She continued to look at Jay as she 
brought Andy's left leg sharply down and to the side, slamming it 
against her knee, hearing him scream as the bone snapped, and as the 
impact from his leg on her knee sent the toe of her boot stomping 
down harder still on his testicles.
	She held her foot firmly on him, letting go of his broken leg, 
still holding the other.  He screamed from the pain, his body shaking 
from it.  She looked down at his face.  "Beg me to stop," she told him.
	"Oh, please stop!" he shouted.  "I beg you, please."
	Melissa smiled.  She loved making them beg.  "No," she said 
casually, bringing his right leg down on her knee, breaking it cleanly 
and easily, then dropping it to the ground, still standing on his testicles 
with her toe as he squirmed, screaming and crying from the incredible 
pain, the unbelievable shame.  The humiliation must be terrible, 
Melissa knew.  To be dominated so easily by a beautiful woman, and 
in front of another man, must be very humiliating, to be completely at 
her mercy like this.  She was in total control, and that was very bad 
news for Andy and Jay.
	She stepped off of his crotch, walking around his body, circling 
him, as he lay moaning in pain.  She looked alternately down at him 
and across the room at Jay, letting them wonder fearfully what she 
would do next.  She had noted Andy's fierce erection when she stood 
on his crotch, and she leaned over now to pull his boxer shorts down 
around his broken legs.  She undid her skirt, letting it fall to the floor, 
exposing a thong bikini which showed off every inch of her incredible, 
feminine butt.
	Melissa sat down harshly on Andy's stomach, forcing a grunt 
from him, looking across the room all the while at Jay, who lay on the 
floor bound and gagged, his eyes conveying both fear and sexual 
attraction.  Melissa took Andy's erect penis in her hand, and arched 
her back, lifting herself above it, lowering her butt down to it.  She 
pulled the bikini thong out from between her buttocks, moving it to 
one side, and she pushed Andy's erect penis into her ass.  Slowly, 
watching Jay across the room the whole time, she lowered herself onto 
Andy, steadily swallowing his erection in her ass, until her firm, tight 
buttocks were flush against his lap, his erection fully inside of her butt.
	Melissa lay down on top of him harshly, knocking the wind 
from him as she slammed her back into his upper body.  She tensed 
the muscles in her thighs and buttocks, laughing as Andy screamed at 
having his erection crushed inside of her.  She began arching her back, 
digging her shoulder against his chest, lifting her butt, and taking his 
entire lower body with her, by his erect penis.  He screamed as she 
pulled on him, lifting his body off of the ground by the strength of the 
muscles in her ass, crushing at his erection.  He groped helplessly at 
her with his remaining good hand, trying to push her off of him.
	She laughed, catching his hand by the wrist, and rubbing it 
over her body, slipping it in and out of her bikini top, against her solid, 
erect breasts.  She pulled his hand down to her crotch, pulling his arm 
taught, and she held his hand flat against her sex, slipping it inside of 
her bikini bottoms.  As he struggled to pull his hand away, Melissa 
crossed her legs, trapping his hand flat against her sex, between her 
thighs.  As she continued to flex her buttocks, she crossed her legs 
tighter and tighter, flexing the muscles in her thighs, crushing his hand 
as she squished his erection inside of her ass.
	Melissa arched her back again, powerfully lifting his middle 
off of the ground by the hold she had on his penis, squeezing his hand 
harder and harder against her crotch, between her thighs.  Andy 
screamed in pain, begged, pleaded for her to stop.  She laughed, 
bucking her body on him powerfully, continuing to crush his hand as 
he tried desperately to pull it away.  She climaxed with his hand 
trapped against her, and she flexed her thigh muscles, crossing her legs 
mightily, breaking bones in his hand as she came against it, hearing 
him scream as she pulverized his hand with her thighs.
	When her orgasm was over, she relaxed her thighs, allowing 
him to withdraw his crushed, broken hand, and she continued to buck 
her body on his lap, taking his penis deep inside of her ass, stirring 
herself against his lap.  As she heard his breath quicken, felt him begin 
to climax, she again clenched her buttocks, arching her back, lifting 
him with her, and then slamming his body to the ground beneath her 
ass, brutalizing him as he came inside of her.
	When he had finished coming in her, she relaxed her body, 
laying on top of him possessively, his penis still inside her.  Finally, 
she slid off of him, and he gasped as she released him from her ass.  
She crawled across his body, towards his face.  He was completely 
helpless beneath her, with both legs broken, and both hands crushed, 
useless.
	She knelt on his chest roughly, looking down into his terrified 
face.  "You have soiled me, broken little male," she said.  "You will 
clean me with your tongue, immediately, or I will find new, horrible 
ways to hurt you.  Do you understand."
	"Yes," Andy said, looking up at her weakly.
	"Good," she said, turning her body over, sitting on his chest.  
She again pulled her thong out from between her buttocks, moving her 
butt on top of his face, wrapping the thong around the back of his 
head, so that she wore his head inside of her bikini, like a possession.  
She clamped her ass down firmly over his face, saying "Now lick me, 
male.  Clean me with your little tongue."
	She looked across the room, staring powerfully into Jay's eyes 
as she sat on Andy's face, forcing him to lick her, bucking herself 
cruelly on his head.  As she continued to stare menacingly at Jay, she 
leaned forward, sitting on Andy's face, catching his legs with her 
hands, pulling them towards her.  She stretched her legs out straight, 
alongside his body, pulling his lower body off of the ground by his legs 
as she continued to sit on his face.
	"Don't you dare stop licking me," she said threateningly, 
pulling his lower body off of the ground towards her, so that his head 
and shoulders were on the ground, beneath her, but the rest of him was 
pulled up into the air, upside down.  She wrapped her legs around his 
middle, as his lower body extended into the air, still sitting firmly on 
his face, his shoulders pinned to the ground.  She pulled his torso tight 
against her, locking her legs around him.  She let go of him with her 
hands, holding his body up with only her legs.
	Melissa began squeezing his body between her legs, as she sat 
on his face, as he licked her ass.  His muffled screams could be heard 
from beneath her ass, as she crushed his middle between her legs.  
"Lick me, piglet," she said powerfully, as he screamed beneath her.  
"Suck my ass.  Do not waste your mouth on screams.  Use it to lick 
me, only to lick me.  Use your tongue to convince me not to crush 
you."
	His screams stopped, as he obediently, fearfully licked her ass, 
as she sat on top of him, his lower body lifted off of the ground, 
crushed between her thighs.  She continued to increase the pressure on 
his body, scooting back on his face so that her ass covered it, so that he 
was licking her sex, as he felt the flesh, the muscles in her powerful, 
feminine butt work against his face.  She squeezed him harder, and 
harder, and as she continued, he licked her obediently, desperately 
stretching his tongue inside of her, trying earnestly to please her.
	As she came against his face, she tightened her legs around 
him brutally, watching Jay as she broke one, and then two of Andy's 
ribs between her thighs, as he lay beneath her ass, licking her.  When 
she had finished climaxing, she released his body from her legs, and it 
fell to the ground.  She moved off of his face, turning around to look 
down at him, as he wept and trembled beneath her.
	Melissa scooted her body off of him, sitting next to him, 
looking down at him as he wept.  "How humiliating for you, pathetic, 
weak male.  Your appendages broken, licking my ass as I crush you 
between my thighs.  I'm only a woman, and I have broken you, turned 
you into a sobbing, obedient little puppy.  So sad, really," she said 
moving her face over his, looking down into his pained, terrified eyes.  
	His face hardened in anger, and he spat at her.
	She laughed at him, wiping his spittle from her face with his 
broken hand, evoking horrific, pained screams and sobs as she handled 
his brutalized appendage carelessly, brutally.  She grabbed him 
roughly by the shoulders, lifting his upper body off of the ground, 
sliding one of her powerful legs beneath it.  She swept her other leg 
over the top of is chest, pressing it against his broken ribs, laughing as 
he screamed and cried in pain.  She moved her leg up on his chest 
slowly, watching his face, finding an area which was not yet damaged.  
She locked her ankles next to his body, watching his face all the while, 
and began squeezing him between her legs.
	She easily forced the air from him, laughing as he sobbed and 
gasped for breath.  She shook his body between her powerful thighs, 
humiliating him, using him as her toy.  When she tired of this, she 
pulled him in close against her crotch, positioning herself for 
additional leverage, and she clamped her legs down on him, as he 
gasped in terror, quite unable to do anything to remedy his situation.  
She easily broke two more of his ribs between her thighs, loosening 
her legs then, squeezing his broken body lightly between them, letting 
him scream and sob for her pleasure.  She repositioned her legs then, 
finding more unbroken ribs, and clamped down on him once again, 
easily snapping them like twigs as he wept quietly.
	She lay comfortably on her back, with the big man wrapped 
loosely in her legs, as he wept and trembled quietly.  He dared not 
scream or sob convulsively anymore, because the pain this would 
cause in his chest would be too much to bear.  He was completely 
beaten, his appendages crushed and broken, his ribs splintered, his sex 
organs brutalized.  He had licked her ass, sucked her off, begged her, 
pleaded with her, anything for her mercy.  She had broken him in 
every sense, and with relative ease.  He had no recourse, could do 
nothing but lay weeping between her sleek, powerful, feminine thighs 
as she relaxed next to him, using him completely as she wished.
	When she was ready, Melissa withdrew her legs from him, 
smiling cruelly at the tears she evoked from him as her legs rubbed 
against his broken body.  She went to the sofa, taking a pillow, placing 
it beneath his head firmly.  He could not move his body of his own 
accord, so badly had she destroyed him.  "Just rest, poor, weak little 
male," she said to the much larger man.  "Rest, and see what I do now 
to our new friend," she said, looking confidently, coolly across the 
room to where Jay was tied and gagged on the floor.  Andy lay where 
she left him, trembling, whimpering, unable to move, praying that she 
would not hurt him anymore.
	She stood over Jay, her arms folded across her bikini-clad 
breasts.  After a moment, she stooped down and untied his gag.
He began screaming immediately.  "You crazy bitch!  What the 
hell is wrong with you?  You can't do this!  Damn it, let me go!"
Melissa smiled, and unloaded a tremendous punch to his chin 
with her clenched fist, silencing him, and sending him rolling onto his 
back from the impact.  She kicked him in the side, and he rolled over 
on his front.  She stooped down to untie him, and he continued to 
shout at her.
	"I don't know who the hell you think you are," he said, "and I 
don't know how you beat that guy over there up like that, but I'll be 
damned if you're going to pull that shit on me," he said, springing to 
his feet as she finished untying him.
	Melissa stood facing him, studying him, smiling icily.  She 
could see that he was distracted by what she was wearing, by her body, 
like most men.  His eyes repeatedly settled on her breasts, her legs, her 
shoulders.  She put her hands on her hips.  "Oh, you'll be no trouble at 
all," she told him.
	"We'll see about that," he said, taking a powerful swing at her 
head with his clenched fist.
	Melissa stepped inside of his punch, avoiding it, and landed 
one of her own, against his stomach, from very close range.  He 
grunted, and stepped back quickly.  Circling her, he again swung at her 
head.  She ducked below his fist, swinging her leg up, and around, 
catching him in the side of the head with her boot, knocking him 
down, leaving him on his back at her feet.
	He scrambled quickly to get up, but Melissa was faster, 
stepping on his wrist with one boot, pinning it to the floor as he knelt 
in front of her, trying to get up.  He tried to hit her with his free hand, 
but she quickly lifted the heel of her other boot, bringing it down 
sharply against Jay's arm as she pinned his wrist beneath her boot, 
smiling meanly as the bone snapped beneath her foot.  She did not 
release his wrist from beneath her other boot, however, and he had no 
choice but to stay down, or endure the pain of trying to pull his broken 
arm out from under her.  As she continued to stand on his wrist, 
Melissa kicked him in the chest with her boot, sending him forcefully 
flat on his back.
	She stepped up on his chest.  When he tried to throw her, she 
stepped on his broken arm, quickly causing him to scream in pain.  
"This is how it starts, weak little male.  You have lost already.  I have 
broken you, injured you.  You are vulnerable.  As I continue to chip 
away, you will become weaker, more and more defenseless."
	He caught her leg in his hand as he lay on his back, lifting it 
up, setting her off balance, rolling his body on the floor to make her 
fall, which she did.  He got quickly to his feet, and so did she.  He held 
his broken arm against his side, watching her cautiously.  With one 
arm useless, though, he was no match for Melissa, and she easily 
landed a powerful kick to his stomach, then another to his head, 
dropping him decisively back to the floor at her feet.  Before he could 
move to get up again, she put one of her boots on his neck, trapping it 
beneath her, against the floor.
	She pressed down on his neck with her boot, laughing as he 
gasped for breath and struggled to move out from beneath her.  She 
held firm, though, and he extended his hand on her bare leg, pawing 
ineffectually at her calf, trying to move her leg off of him as she 
continued to deprive him of air.  Finally, when she thought he might 
be near passing out, Melissa lifted her boot from his neck, and he 
gasped in breath, choking and gagging on his back.
	He again moved to get up from the floor, but this time she sat 
on him, high on his chest, straddling him.  Her knees were bent, and 
her feet on the floor on either side of his head, as she looked down at 
his face.  He swung at her with his arms, angrily, landing punches to 
her legs and hips.  Melissa remedied this quickly, however, 
repositioning herself, pulling her feet behind her, kneeling on his 
upper arms, pinning them, along with his entire upper body, to the 
floor as she sat firmly straddling his chest.  She leaned forward on 
him, lowering her body to his face, hugging his face to her breasts, 
smothering him.
	He bucked beneath her, trying to break free, but she held him 
against her with relative ease, her weight on his chest, her knees 
pinning his arms, one of his arms broken, useless.  She laughed as he 
struggled between her breasts for air, looking over at Andy, who lay 
exactly as she had left him, watching her fearfully, unable to do so 
much as move his own body.  When she had satisfied herself that Jay 
was unable to budge her, had convinced him of the same, she lifted her 
chest off of his face, laughing as he gulped in air.
	She sat up on his chest, quickly, easily taking hold of his hand 
by the wrist, the one attached to the arm she had already broken, and 
she pulled it to her, smiling in amusement as he shrieked in pain.  She 
planted her knee on his other hand, the one attached to his undamaged 
arm, pinning it to the ground.  He struggled in desperation to free 
himself, as the beautiful, practically nude woman sat on him, 
controlling him.  He found himself unable to budge, helpless to even 
pull his hand from her, as she held it by the wrist, because his arm was 
painfully broken already.  
	Melissa looked down at his face as she held his hand tightly in 
hers by the wrist.  She bent back his forefinger with her other hand, 
slowly, steadily, watching his eyes, mocking him, laughing at his 
screams as she broke his finger cleanly at the joint.  He tried even 
harder, more frantically to pull his hand away, but she held it firmly, 
choosing another finger, looking down at him with contempt as she 
broke that one too.  She laughed at his desperate screams, slowly, 
methodically breaking every finger on his hand, including the thumb.
	When she had finished with his hand, she released it, and he 
pulled it away from her, letting it rest uselessly on the floor next to 
him.  He struggled to get up once again, and Melissa turned her 
magnificent body, kneeling on his opposite shoulder, resting her butt 
sideways on his face, one knee on the floor above his head, the other 
on his shoulder, with the leg draped over his neck, holding him still as 
he bucked beneath her.
	"Lick my ass," she said to him.  "Lick me, and perhaps I'll stop 
breaking you."
	"Fuck you!" he shouted from beneath her ass.
	She laughed, bouncing her ass, all of her weight on his face, 
and he pulled his useable hand free from her, striking her in the 
midsection.  She caught his wrist again, though, easily, and stood up, 
rolling him forcefully over onto his stomach, face down.  Melissa 
knelt on his back, on his shoulder blades, holding his arm tightly.  She 
began bending it behind his back, straight towards his opposite arm, as 
he screamed immediately from the pain.
	Melissa dug her knees into him, holding him still, bending his 
arm as he struggled and screamed.  She held his arm with both of hers, 
bending it behind him, until it would move no more.  She held it this 
way, as he screamed from the unbelievable pain.  "You should have 
licked me when you had the chance, poor defenseless male," she said, 
and she pulled his arm sharply, forcefully, dislocating it from the 
shoulder as he shrieked.  When she let go of it, it fell lifelessly to the 
floor.
	She stood up, standing on his back firmly, then stepping off of 
him, onto the floor, kicking him over onto his back, as he screamed 
and convulsed in pain.  She lowered herself to his chest again, laying 
down flat on him, facing him, her eyes directly above his, drinking in 
his fear, his weakness.  She kissed him on the mouth, feeling his 
erection against her.  Men were so unbelievably weak, easy to 
humiliate.  They could be beaten, broken, screaming, sobbing, but 
always they stayed hard for her, in spite of themselves.  That was the 
degree to which she controlled them, defeated them.
	She breathed on his face, looking down sexily into his eyes.  
"Beg me not to hurt you anymore," she said to him, tenderly.  "Beg 
me.  Plead for me.  Go ahead," she said in mock sympathy.
	He scowled at her, saying "I won't give you the satisfaction, 
you crazy witch.  You won't stop until you're ready, anyway, so 
there's no way I'm begging for you."
	She smiled sadly, kissing him softly on the face, looking across 
the room at Andy.  "Oh, you'll beg," she said to Jay, her voice throaty, 
hungry.  "I'll have you begging inside of ten minutes."
	"Like hell," he said resolvedly.
	Melissa rested her chin on his shoulder, and wrapped her arms 
around his neck, rolling their bodies over forcefully, so that she was on 
the bottom, and he on the top, laughing at his screams, as she rolled 
carelessly over his broken arm and hand.  She held his face up, in front 
of hers with her hands, wrapping her legs around his stomach, kicking 
her feet up into the air behind his back, crossing her ankles, 
straightening her legs.  His eyes widened in fear, in shock as he felt his 
body pressed between her thighs.  He squirmed against her, trying to 
free himself, but he had no hope of that.
	She let his head fall to her shoulder, and wrapped her arms 
around his back, clasping them behind him at the wrists.  She hugged 
him tightly to her breast, forcing him against her body, squeezing his 
stomach against her crotch, digging into him with her thighs.  He 
screamed instantly, the force against his body unbearable, though he 
had little choice but to bear it.  Melissa squeezed his body into hers, 
crushing him against her with her arms, contracting his middle 
between her legs.  She kissed his neck, his shoulder hotly as she 
crushed him against her body, as he screamed in pain, squirmed 
against her weakly, trying in desperation to relieve his discomfort.
	She felt his stomach against her body, between her legs, 
heaving, gasping for breath, and she defeated him, easily, squeezing 
him tighter each time he exhaled, contracting him more, never giving 
him back the breathing capacity he lost to her.  In very little time, she 
had him struggling for breath, and struggling to keep her from 
crushing him further still.  She pulled his body forcefully against her 
chest with her arms, and then caught him off guard with her legs, 
squeezing his middle until he literally could not breathe, could not 
resist.  She took a big, slow, easy breath, expanding her chest against 
him, crushing him even further within her arms.
	As she felt the muscles in his stomach and sides give out, she 
crossed her legs higher and higher, squeezing him tighter and tighter, 
climaxing against his stomach as she felt it give way to her, weak, 
defeated.  His screams gave way quickly to sobs on her shoulder, as 
she crushed him relentlessly between her legs, his soft stomach 
pressed almost flat between her beautiful, powerful thighs.  She 
repositioned her hands on his back, and squeezed him sharply, 
breaking his ribs against her body, squeezing him tighter still, making 
him scream like an animal, making him sob like a baby, his head on 
her shoulder, because he was unable to move it anywhere else.
	"Beg me, weakling," she said into his ear, squeezing harder, 
breaking another rib.
	"Oh, God," he cried.  "Yes, please stop!  You're killing me.  
Oh, please stop.  I beg you.  I'll do anything if you'll just stop."
	Melissa smiled wickedly, turning her head to look over at 
Andy, who still lay, weeping quietly, where she had left him.  She 
squeezed harder, hearing ribs break again, ribs that must already have 
been broken at least once.  "Beg some more, male," she said softly, 
her voice thick with arousal.
	"I beg you," he sobbed.  "Oh please!  Anything!  Please don't 
hurt me anymore, oh please!"
	Melissa relaxed then, holding him loosely in her arms, her legs 
still wrapped around his middle snugly, squeezing him lightly, easily 
causing him unspeakable pain as he sobbed on her shoulder 
defenselessly like a child.  She lay under him, making him cry, letting 
him weep on her, for quite some time.  She found it very soothing, 
reclining, completely relaxed, practically nude, causing unspeakable 
pain and humiliation to a man larger than she with relative ease, just 
by snuggling him with her body, he still erect against her, a testament 
to his complete and total weakness and defeat.  She owned him.  She 
owned them both.  Their very lives were in her hands, poor things.
	When she had relaxed to her satisfaction, Melissa rolled Jay off 
of her, and he fell, still sobbing, onto his back on the floor.   He 
moaned in pain as the impact, the mere motion, hurt him terribly.  
Melissa climbed on top of him, straddling his badly injured chest, 
making him gasp and weep in pain.  He tried not to scream, as his 
chest was on fire.  She looked down into his face, coldly, his pain and 
terror causing her great pleasure, as she sat on his body, which she had 
broken with her own.
	"I told you that you would beg me," she said sadly.  "You 
should have begged me before, shouldn't you have?"
	"Yes," he said softly.  "Yes, I should have.  Please don't hurt 
me anymore."  He grunted as she shifted her weight on his body 
carelessly.
	"You will put your tongue in me, now, weak little male," she 
said, looking down at him firmly.  "You will put your male tongue in 
my ass, in my womanhood."
	"Please don't hurt me," he said again.
	Melissa shrugged her lovely shoulders and smiled sadly.  "I 
make no promises, male.  You will do it, and do it well, because you 
have no choice, not because I give you anything in return.  That is the 
degree of your defeat, you know," she said sadly.  "You have nothing 
with which to bargain.  You can only do as I say and hope for the best.  
It is unfortunate for you, I know, but you have no choice.  Do you see 
that?"
	"Yes," he said quietly, sadly, his voice pained.
	"My poor baby," Melissa said, leaning over to take his broken 
hand in hers, causing him immediately to gasp and tremble.  She held 
it firmly as she spoke to him, drinking in his pain like fine wine.  "You 
were in the wrong place at the wrong time tonight, weren't you?  
Melissa had a bad day, and now you and Andy must bear the 
consequences.  It doesn't seem fair, does it?"  She gripped his hand 
more firmly, eliciting more gasps, more tears.  "Of course, if you had 
both been home with your wives," she sneaked a glance at Andy, "you 
would have been safe from Melissa."
	She took off her bikini, both top and bottoms, watching him for 
reaction.  She turned her body on him, sliding her feet and calves 
underneath his arms, her ass on his neck, just beneath his chin.  "I 
guess every decision has consequences, doesn't it, my poor, 
defenseless males?"  She slid her ass on his face.  "Now suck me.  Put 
your tongue in me, my little pig.  That's it.  Put it in deeper," she said, 
bucking her ass roughly on his face, clamping herself down on him.  
She let him feel her feet against the sides of his head as she sat on him, 
leaning her body forward, resting some of her weight cruelly on his 
broken chest.  She laughed at his muffled moans and gasps, saying 
	"Stop moaning, male, and lick me.  Put your tongue inside me.  
Stretch it."
	She squealed as he obeyed her, putting his tongue deep inside of 
her, licking her as she bucked on his face.  As she climaxed, she 
clamped herself down on his face, but let her upper body fall forward, 
slamming herself down on his chest, causing him to convulse and 
shriek from the pain.  She held his face against her ass, however, and 
against her sex, and his involuntary convulsions, his struggles, only 
served to pleasure Melissa even more.  When she had finished, she 
used him as a sofa, resting on him, leaving her legs wrapped loosely 
around his head and neck, her butt against his face, her naked breasts 
against his broken middle, her head laying casually on his stomach.
	When Melissa finished resting, she rose to her feet, looking 
down possessively at Jay, and then turning to look across the room at 
Andy.  "How are you doing my pet?" she asked him.  "You must be 
lonely from lack of attention by now," she said, making her way 
towards him, leaving Jay laying flat on his back, broken all over, 
unable to move his body of his own power.
	"No," he said softly, unable to move his body.  "Please, no 
more.  Please."
	Melissa smiled gently as she stood over him.  "Silence," she 
said softly, and he quickly complied.  She held her foot to his face.  
	"Kiss my foot, weak, defenseless puppy.  Now."
	Andy did as he was told, kissing her foot obediently as she held 
it up for him.  "Good boy," she said, pressing her foot against his 
mouth.  "Now suck my toes.  That's it, open your little mouth, and 
suck them."  She laughed as he opened his mouth, shoving all of her 
toes in, pushing her foot into his mouth, causing him to gag.  "Suck 
my foot, male.  Stop gagging this instant.  Relax your throat muscles, 
and take my foot into your mouth, your throat.  Good.  That's it.  Suck 
me."
	Melissa pushed her foot into his mouth, forcing him to take her 
in, wriggling her toes inside his mouth, against his throat, laughing as 
she made him gag and cough.  Eventually, she withdrew her foot, 
wiping it on his chest, laughing as he gasped in pain, as she hurt him, 
lightly rubbing her foot on his broken body.  She walked back across 
the room, holding her foot out for Jay, making him also kiss and suck 
her foot, which he did obediently.  She had defeated both of them.  
They were docile, tamed.  Melissa was almost finished with them.  
She would cause them to suffer the ultimate indignity now, and then 
she would be quite through with them.
	She leaned over Jay's body, placing her hands under his arms, 
ignoring his screams as she dragged him across the floor to where 
Andy lay.  She removed Andy's pillow from beneath his head, and 
positioned their bodies at an angle, so that their heads and shoulders 
were right next to one another, but their bodies angled away from each 
other.
	Melissa lay down between them, face down, spreading her 
legs, so that one lovely leg draped across each of their bodies, as each 
gasped and moaned in pain.  She rested one of her legs between each 
of theirs, feeling their erections, through their shorts, against her legs.  
She was propped up on her hands, her breasts hanging loosely over 
their faces.
	"Now," she said, "you will suck my breasts, like babies.  Do 
not displease me, males," she said, looking down sternly into their 
eyes, their heads next to one another, their defenseless bodies both 
beneath her.  She lowered herself on top of their faces, wrapping one 
arm around each of their heads, pressing one breast to each of them, 
letting all of her weight press against them.
	"Suck them," she said, digging her legs into their crotches, 
laughing as they gasped in unison, feeling their erections against her 
legs.  "That's it," she told them.  "Suck my tits, my beaten little men.  
Open your mouths wider," she said, bucking her body on them, 
digging her legs into them, crushing their testicles.
	Both obeyed her, desperately opening their mouths wide, 
taking her breasts into them, licking, sucking obediently at the 
beautiful woman who had broken them for her own pleasure.  "That's 
it," she said, wriggling her legs against them, "suck.  Open wider.  
Wider.  Suck me.  Lick my nipples," she commanded them, pressing 
her legs against them, forcing them to do as she said.  "Don't come, 
weak little males," she said, her voice reverberating through her 
breasts against their faces.  "Show me just the slightest bit of strength, 
the tiniest morsel of will power, and don't climax against me.  If you 
can resist, I will let you live," Melissa told them, knowing they would 
be unable to heed her warning, did not possess the self-control to do 
so.
	She stirred her legs against their erections as they sucked her, 
feeling their bodies, weak and soft beneath her, soft everywhere except 
their penises, which were rock hard for her.  She smiled as she felt 
Andy climax in his shorts against her leg, hugging his face to her 
breast powerfully, forcing it into his mouth, suffocating him playfully 
against her lovely female chest.  
	She continued to stir her leg against Jay, saying "Try not to 
come, pathetic little male.  I have brought you to my home, beaten 
you, broken you, humiliated you so very badly.  To climax against me, 
in this fashion, would be so humiliating for you.  It would be a 
testament to your total weakness and defeat.  To climax against me, in 
spite of yourself, because you are too weak to control yourself in the 
arms of a beautiful woman, one who has treated you so awfully, would 
signify your total, pathetic weakness.  Show me some strength.  Force 
me to have just that tiny amount of respect for you," she whispered 
against his head, pushing her breast into his mouth, stirring her leg on 
his lap.
	Melissa hugged his face against her breast, pushing herself 
rudely into his mouth, rubbing her sleek, powerful leg against his 
erection, waiting, knowing that he was struggling to control himself.  
She giggled deliriously as she felt him reach orgasm against her leg, in 
spite of himself, bucking her body roughly on both of their faces, then 
laying still, letting her breasts press casually against their faces, their 
mouths both still open, her nipples still inside of them.
	She raised herself up from them, looking down into their 
defeated, humiliated faces triumphantly.  She had taken almost 
everything from them, their health, their pride, their very manhood.  "I 
have reduced you both to sobbing, begging, weak little puppies.  Now 
you know your places.  Alas, you have learned them too late," she 
said.
	Melissa repositioned herself, sitting with one buttock on each 
of their shoulders, bringing her legs over their heads, placing her feet 
on the floor to the side of each of their heads.  She lifted Andy's head 
off of the floor by his hair as he struggled weakly, hooking her leg 
around it, so that her knee pointed outward, resting on the floor, with 
his head resting on her calf.  She lifted Jay's head then, too, 
positioning her other leg in a similar fashion.  The two men both lay 
with their heads resting on her calves, her feet close together between 
them, her knees on the floor, supporting her weight, pointing outward, 
in opposing directions.
	She lowered her body, slowly, letting her thighs rest on their 
necks, slowly compressing their necks against her legs, cutting off 
their air supply briefly, then raising her thighs just enough so that each 
could, with effort, continue to breathe.  She looked down at their 
anguished, terrified faces, petting each of them gently on the head with 
her hands, as she held them in this position of complete and total 
ownership.
	"You must both be wondering, weak little males, why I have 
done this to you, and how," she said, looking down at them.  "The 
'how' should be self-evident, little pigs, though it may be difficult, 
even still, to accept.  I am your superior, in every way.  I am a woman.  
I am stronger, more powerful, smarter, better.  You may not have 
believed this a few hours ago.  Do you believe it now?" she asked 
gently, lowering herself just slightly, letting her thighs press against 
their necks, cutting off their breath.
	Both nodded weakly, and gasped, "Yes."
	Melissa smiled down at them, stroking their heads maternally 
with her hands, saying "Good.  Good boys."  She lifted herself again 
slightly, letting them once again struggle successfully for breath.  "The 
reason I have done this to you, is because I could.  It was my right.  I 
felt like it, and you could not stop me.  Still cannot, as you both 
struggle for breath beneath my legs, legs which you envisioned, only 
hours ago, wrapped lightly around you as you fucked me."  She 
paused, looking down at them, relishing her complete ownership of 
them.
	"But it is you who have been fucked, isn't it?"  She did not 
wait for their answer.  "I had a bad day today at work, because of two 
men, one my client, and one my boss.  I love my job, and could not 
therefore punish those men, though they deserve it, though I will see 
them punished one day.  I desired revenge, though," she said, smiling 
down at them sadly.  "Immediate gratification.  That is where you 
come in," she said, cutting off their breath again, playing with them, 
because she could.
	She let them breathe after a moment, making certain that she 
had their attention.  "You may think it unfair, what has happened to 
you.  Perhaps it is," she said, shrugging her shoulder s carelessly.  "But 
all you had to do, either of you, or both, was to stop me, and you 
couldn't.  And you both ended up here because you sought out sex 
with a woman who is not your wife.  You are both married, but you 
would have fucked me, if I had let you. "
	Melissa let her words sink in.  "You may wonder how many 
other men I have used in this fashion.  Suffice it to say that you are not 
the first, and you will not be the last, unless you can escape, save 
yourselves, expose me."  She lowered herself onto their necks, 
watching their eyes in amusement as they struggled weakly for breath.  
"Can you do it?"  She waited.  "No, I thought not.  You can do 
nothing, not even breathe, unless I let you."  She lifted herself off of 
them again, smiling as they gasped in air.
	"You may think me a terrible woman, a monster.  But I sleep 
very well at night, weak little males, as I will this night, after I dispose 
of your lifeless, broken, pathetic bodies.  If men weren't such awful 
creatures, I might not feel the need to hurt them so.  And you, both of 
you had your chances.  If you had been behaving honorably, cherishing 
your wives as you should have, then we would never have met.  And 
once we did, all you had to do was defeat me, or escape from me.  But 
you could do neither.  Even still, as you struggle for breath beneath 
me, laying on the floor of my apartment, as I tell you that I will now 
end your lives, you cannot do anything about it."
	She lifted herself off of them, unwinding her legs from their 
necks, letting their heads fall to the floor.  She stood over them, nude, 
her hands on her hips.  "Come on, weaklings.  Find the strength to 
leave my apartment.  All you need do is go, and you will live."  
Melissa laughed as each struggled to get up, and could not.  "Such a 
cruel fate," she said softly, as both men lay on their backs, 
whimpering, pleading with her weakly.  "How sad that your last 
memories will be this, being beaten and broken, sobbing, humiliated at 
the feet of a pretty, young woman whom you thought you would be 
fucking.  I cannot imagine defeating another person more completely 
than I have defeated the two of you.  I have taken everything from 
you," she said, smiling, satisfied.
	Melissa sat down between them on the floor, petting their 
bodies softly, looking into their faces, devouring them with her eyes as 
they trembled fearfully at her touch.  She lifted Jay's legs from the 
floor slightly, sliding one of her own underneath him, beneath his butt, 
settling it against his back, sweeping her other leg on top of him, 
resting it on his middle.  She lay back, carelessly, resting her body, her 
weight on Andy, as he lay on the floor behind her.  She hooked her 
ankles, positioning her legs carefully around Jay's body, smiling at his 
weak little struggles to free himself.
	As she lay back casually on Andy's body, causing him to 
scream as she pressed her body weight carelessly against his broken 
chest, Melissa tightened her legs around Jay, causing him to scream 
desperately, despite the pain his screams themselves generated.  She 
quickly clamped down on his body, rolling over onto her side, 
propping her elbow on Andy's chest, causing him to shriek in 
desperation.  She watched their faces, Andy's and then Jay's, as she 
leaned on one, and crushed the other between her powerful thighs.
	She quickly brought Jay to tears between her legs, bearing 
down on him with tremendous force.  She moaned in arousal as she 
crushed him, forcing him to suffer the final injustice of knowing that 
she was thoroughly enjoying his pain, his total defeat.  She began 
relaxing her legs, then tightening them suddenly, powerfully, using the 
momentum to crush his body with even greater force.  He sobbed and 
begged, struggling weakly between her thighs, as she leaned on Andy, 
looking into their faces.  She relaxed her grip on Jay, looking into his 
face carefully, studying it, not wanting to miss anything, making 
certain that he was looking pleadingly into her eyes.
	As Melissa looked directly into Jay's eyes, she clamped her 
legs around his body brutally, savagely, his eyes widening in terror, 
hearing his body break between her thighs as he sobbed helplessly.  He 
lay completely motionless between her legs now, still alive, still 
sobbing.  His body did not move, however, as she held it loosely 
between her legs.  His arms, his legs, his muscles were all completely 
still, as he lay slackly between her legs, weeping.  She stole a glance at 
Andy, who was looking up at her in terror.
	"I'm afraid I've broken your back, my pet," she said, looking 
down into Jay's eyes.  "I've literally broken you in two," she said, 
smiling down at him sadly.  "I'm afraid you're quite paralyzed now," 
she said, sliding her legs away from his body, which she had broken so 
savagely.  "But still you live.  I wonder for how much longer," she said 
tauntingly.
	She turned her attention to Andy, leaving Jay to lie on his back, 
paralyzed, weeping quietly.  "What do you think, weak little man?" 
she said to Andy.  "Do you want me to break your back, too?" she 
asked him.
	"Please, no," he wept, his eyes growing big.
	She eyed him sternly.  "You will beg me not to break your 
back, then?" she asked.
	He nodded, still crying, "Oh, yes.  Please let me beg you.  
Please."
	She smiled gently, saying "All right then, puppy."  She rolled 
him over onto his stomach, face down, smiling at Jay as Andy gasped 
from the pain of movement, the pain of his own body weight on his 
broken chest.  Melissa sat down on the floor in front of Andy's head, 
stretching her legs out on either side of his body, leaning forward to 
lift his head by the hair, looking down into his eyes, her crotch inches 
from his face.
	She leaned up towards his face for a moment, saying "Now you 
can beg me, male.  Show me that you understand your position, your 
situation.  Beg me, with your lips on my sex, your tongue inside of 
me."
	Melissa slid her body towards him, bringing her feet up, resting 
them casually on his back, arching her body against his face, pulling 
him flush with her crotch.  She held his head firmly with her thighs, 
resting her feet on his back, saying "Pleasure me, male.  Go on.  Beg 
from inside me," she said, clamping down firmly on his head with her 
thighs, laying down on her back, letting her hand wander over to Jay's 
head, petting his hair gently as he lay paralyzed on his back, as Andy 
sucked her, his head clamped between her thighs.
	She continued to let Jay feel her hand on him as she moaned, 
her voice aroused, feminine as Andy obediently sucked her off.  She 
rested her feet flat on his back, letting him feel her body all over him, 
owning him, using him.  She arched her back as he sucked her, pulling 
his head into her, clamping her thighs on his head, squirming her hips, 
moaning, screaming "Yes, lick me.  Oh, yes.  Lick me, little puppy."
	She turned her hips to one side, possessively turning his head 
with them, so that one thigh was beneath his head, and one above it, as 
she continued to moan and squirm girlishly, his tongue deep inside 
her, licking her obediently.  She squeezed his head harder and harder 
between her legs as she approached orgasm, shaking him between her 
thighs, sighing in ecstasy.  As she came against his face, she clamped 
down on his head tightly, twisting her hips violently to the opposite 
side, turning her upper thigh to the floor, bringing the one from the 
floor over his head, twisting his head with her, as he lay flat on his 
stomach, her feet on his back.
	She moaned in satisfaction as her forceful, sudden motion 
broke his neck easily, and as she finished climaxing against him, she 
felt his face shake and convulse against her crotch involuntarily, his 
body also trembling beneath her feet for a moment.  By the time she 
finished coming against his mouth, with his tongue still inside of her, 
he was motionless, turned off like a switch.  She relaxed for a 
moment, his lifeless head loosely between her thighs, his motionless 
body under her feet, then she stood up, letting his head drop uselessly 
to the floor.
	She sat down on Jay's body, looking down into his terrified 
eyes.  He had heard Andy's neck snap like a twig between her thighs, 
seen how easily she had taken him.  She sat on his chest, knowing that 
she was not causing him pain, that he could not feel her on him.  She 
felt him breathing beneath her, but he was otherwise motionless.  She 
enjoyed the moment, looking down into his face.  She lay down flat on 
him, on her stomach, her legs between his, her fantastic breasts against 
her chest.  He could not feel the beautiful woman, as she lay on top of 
him.  She who had broken his body.  Melissa kissed his mouth, his 
nose, his eyes, his forehead.
	She looked down at his face, her breasts hanging loosely 
against his body.  "You can't feel my breasts, can you?" she asked 
him.  "How sad for you.  A pretty woman laying nude on top of you, 
kissing you sweetly, and you can't even feel her.  Poor thing," she 
said, looking down at him powerfully, petting his head gently with her 
hand.
	"I guess you could feel them on your face, though, couldn't 
you?" she asked, scooting herself up on his body.  "Oh, yes," she said, 
watching his face for expression, as she touched his chin with her 
breasts, "you can feel them now, can't you?"
	She put her hand under his head, arching his head back by the 
hair, and she settled her full, firm breasts over his face, using her 
upper arms to hold them together over his nose and mouth.  Melissa 
was careful to hold them only over the lower half of his face, watching 
his eyes as he realized that he couldn't breathe, that his face was 
trapped against her breasts, that he could make no move to escape, that 
he would die, suffocated against the breasts of a woman.
	Melissa watched him carefully, holding his face firmly to her 
heaving breasts, making sure that her face, filled with her satisfaction 
at destroying him, would be the last thing that he saw before his death, 
as he struggled pathetically for air from between her breasts.  She 
stared into his eyes coldly as she suffocated him against her, until 
finally his eyes closed as he fell unconscious.  She pulled his face 
away from her chest then, and he began breathing again.  Melissa 
hugged him back to her, sealing his face firmly between her breasts, 
holding him in her arms, draining the life from him.  She kissed the 
top of his head, whispering "Good night, sweet prince."  She held him 
against her until she was certain that his life had left him, that she had 
taken it from him, and she released him, letting him fall to the ground.
	Melissa lay on her back, on the floor, between the two men 
whom she had beaten, forced to scream, cry and beg, and whose lives 
she had ultimately taken.  She let the power rush over her in waves, as 
she relaxed on her back, breathing easily, staring at the ceiling.  She 
recounted the evening's events in her mind with great satisfaction, 
climaxing again as she lay on the floor, not even touching herself, just 
thinking of what she had done.  
	She felt wonderful, vindicated, refreshed, incredibly powerful.  
Melissa rose, after a while, putting on some clothes, taking the two 
men's bodies, and their clothes, around back to Andy's car, putting 
them inside.  She took the money out of their wallets, almost twelve 
hundred dollars, and put their wallets in the car with their clothes.  
Andy had a pack of cigarettes.  She took them, too, smiling as she 
thought to herself that Andy wouldn't be using them.  She put a 
container of gasoline in the car, and got in herself.
	She drove the car several miles away, finding a nice, deserted 
clearing, and parking  in it.  She poured the gasoline on the car, and on 
the men's dead bodies.  She stepped away from the car, lighting one of 
Andy's cigarettes as she walked.  She took a long drag on it, and then 
another, walking away from the car.  She turned around, shrugging her 
shoulders as she took another drag from the cigarette, saying "Well, 
boys, looks like I win.  Again."  And she smiled, feeling power surge 
through her as she tossed the cigarette at the car, causing it to instantly 
burst into flames.
	She watched for only a moment, and then turned away, lighting 
another cigarette, beginning the long walk home.  After a few 
moments, she heard a massive explosion behind her, but she did not 
turn around to look back.  She knew what it was.  She lit another 
cigarette, and kept walking.  She casually smoked and walked, all the 
way home.  
	She slept soundly that night, feeling wonderful, powerful.  She 
was not worried.  She would not be caught.  She never had been, and 
would never even be suspected.  Melissa felt no guilt.  She might end 
up in hell for what she did, for what she had done, but she would send 
a great many men there ahead of her, and they would go broken, 
beaten, humiliated, their last memories of her touch, her face.  Melissa 
smiled peacefully in her sleep, as she lay nude in her bed, warm 
beneath the covers, her soft face resting comfortably on her pillow, 
dreaming of the men she had beaten earlier that night, dreaming of 
them screaming and sobbing and begging as she crushed them into 
pulp with her legs wrapped around them tight.