A Passionate Giantess
By Montrose
A young girl learns of her mystical heritage

Little Bella was fascinated by muscle. The sight, the smell, the feel, the taste, male, 
female, it was all good. She wished she had some. She was so short and slender that 
people often took her for a very well endowed 12-year old. She was actually 18. At least 
being small paid off in cheerleading. Someone had to be at the top of the pyramid. 

And then she got to go to the wrestling matches. She loved to smell the big musky 
muscles on the boys after the match. Did she get a reputation as an easy mark for any 
stud jock that would let her stroke his pecks? Sure. But she just couldn’t help herself. She 
would do anything just to feel the power of those muscles bearing down on her. She even 
let the big dykes on the girl’s basketball team feel her up for a chance to kiss their 
rippling stomachs, arms and thighs.

After the last match of the year the wrestling boys held a party. The main party favor was 
Bella waiting in a dark room. The biggest boy, the heavy weight, intimidated everyone 
else into letting him go first. Bella stood before him, not even up to his chest.

He crudely mashed her tits with his big paws and crushed her into a wall. She moaned 
from the pain but she caressed his thick muscles back and panted.  He yanked her blouse 
up and off. She wore no bra – her firm rack didn’t need it. He pulled his pants down to 
his knees. Her cleavage was even with his pulsing boner so he mashed her right into the 
wall, humping and thrusting.

Bella grabbed his big hard ass and held on. She was used to this – actually enjoyed it. 
Sure she wished he would serve her needs even a little, but she didn’t expect it. She 
figured he would cum all over her tits and face; call it a day; let someone else have some 
fun. But then he did what she had always asked the boys not to do. He grabbed her head 
and stuffed her mouth onto his cock. She tried to object but her mouth was too full to 
speak.

She fought, but he hardly noticed it. He just crammed more and more of his big hard dick 
down her throat. When he blew his wad it nearly drowned the poor girl. She was forced to 
swallow and swallow so that she could breathe.

Eventually, the big boy pushed her off of his cock and down to the floor. “Damn, that felt 
good.” He muttered.

This was the first time anyone had made her taste sperm.  “I wish you hadn’t done that.” 
Whispered Bella, feeling ill from the load of sperm in her belly. She knew she was a slut, 
but she had been raised to think of sucking dick as unnatural – worse than other sex acts 
somehow. Most of her friends laughed at this, but she couldn’t help it. It was just 
something she picked up from family life.

“Shut the fuck up and kiss my wooly ass, whore.” He turned and stuffed it in her face. 
She did as she was told. Licking his ass was fine. And she got to rub his powerful legs as 
she did it. Anything to be close to muscle.

But she started feeling funny. Not sick any more. Far from it. She was beginning to feel 
great! She licked the big boy’s butt and growled as a new energy surge through her. Her 
silk panties started to bind and feel tight, Then she heard a rip. She felt the waist of her 
skirt give way. She suddenly felt herself standing naked and somehow that boy didn’t 
look so big anymore. She stopped kissing his ass and looked up at him. 

She stood up behind him. He was head and shoulders shorter than her. 

She looked down at herself. Muscles rippled over a thick and tall goddess of a frame. 
And somehow she was inside it!  She raised a bicep and kissed it. It was hers! Every 
rippling, iron hard sinew was hers!

“What the fuck are you doing…” the boy started as her turned, but his words froze in his 
mouth when he saw the big Bella. He started to scream but Bella clamped her hand over 
his mouth and forced him to a wall.

He struggled but could not remove her hand. Bella observed coolly as he fought for all he 
was worth under her easy hold. He kicked at her legs and stomach. He punched. They all 
felt like little taps such as a small child would give in its sleep. But this boy was easily 
the strongest person at school, adult or student. And she had him pinned as helpless as a 
baby. She didn’t even feel like she was exerting herself!

He turned bright red and she realized that her big hand was covering his nose as well as 
his mouth. She watched carefully as his eyes rolled back in his head just before he went 
limp. She let go and let him collapse at her feet. He was breathing but out cold.

She felt a wave of sexual energy, so she dropped down onto the boy’s face and rubbed 
her tight muff on his face, faster and faster. Her hips thrust and pounded until she 
climaxed, oozing her juice all over the unconscious boy. She got up feeling pretty good. 

Bella took the time now to look at herself in the mirror. She could barely recognize her 
sweet features on this mammoth frame. But she was in there, blonde pigtails, freckled 
nose and all. She flexed and gasped at how huge her arm became, almost doubling in 
size. Even her rack was rock solid! She masturbated before the mirror staring at her own 
muscle and came again.

Someone pounded on the door. “Come on John! We want some too!”

She panicked. How would she explain this? She didn’t understand it herself. She decided 
to run, but she realized her clothes were useless –she had ripped right out of her skirt and 
panties and her top was ridiculously small.

She pulled the clothes off big John and stuffed herself in as best she could. She tore the 
arms off the t-shirt and let it rip up the back. Then it fit like a second skin. The pants 
ripped down the outside seams. It would have to do. She opened the French doors and ran 
out the back unseen. She hopped 6 foot tall fences, clearing them in a bound all the way 
home. She leaped and grabbed the third story window sill to her room. It was easy work 
pulling herself up to the window but a tight squeeze to get her shoulders in. She slipped 
to the floor laughing. 

After a while she got up to look in her own mirror. But when she did the pants fell off 
and the shirt drooped almost to the ground. She saw the tiny Bella in her own mirror – no 
muscle – just a big rack on a cute little girl. She almost cried.

Would it ever happen again? And what the fuck had happened? “Shit!” she whimpered. 
She slipped into her slim negligee and crawled into bed unbelievably tired. And soon she 
was asleep.

***

In her family was her little mother, even smaller than Bella, and her little father, no 
bigger than she. That was all of the Di Ferro family. It was a small bunch by Italian 
American standards. And with the blonde hair few people guessed that they were Italian 
until they heard the name, Di Ferro. It means, of iron. It had been her mother’s name. Her 
mother said that in her village the women kept their last names instead of the men. 
Bella’s mother was wise and patient. Bella decided to go to her the next day.

“Mamma…” she said softly. Her mother was mending a sock. Her father was gone to 
work even though it was Saturday. “Something strange has happened.”

Her mother looked up and stopped working. “How strange?”

“Real strange mamma. I don’t know where to begin.” Bella sat at her mother’s feet and 
put her head on her lap. She was scared.

“You tremble, Bella. Haven’t I always told you there is great strength inside you? You 
should fear nothing.”

“Great strength. Maybe it has been let out.” Replied Bella.

Mamma Di Ferro set her mending down and lifted Bella’s head to look her in the eyes. 
“Bella, I’m going to ask you a question. Have you been sucking a man’s penis?”

“MAMMA!”

“Have you?”

Bella tried to look indignant but she could never lie to her mamma. “Yes mamma.” She 
finally whispered. “He forced me.”

“And you tasted his seed.”

“Yes mamma.” Bella blushed.

“Then you have experienced the family curse. Or is it a blessing?” Her mother’s eyes 
twinkled.

“Mamma?”

“You are an Appassionato Gigantesco donne dell’Eremita. A Passionate Giantess of the 
Hermit. You, Bellezza Di Ferro and all women in our family, are under a spell cast by a 
Hermit long dead.” Began her mother.

“A giantess? Like in a story? But mamma, what does this have to do with… you know.” 
Bella blushed to discuss giving head in front of her mother.

“The sperm is what changes us, Bella. You have often wondered at how you hardly ever 
see other blond Italians. Let me tell you how it came to pass.” Her mother continued. 
“Long ago all Italians were blond with blue eyes just like you. Then the dark skinned 
Moors invaded from the south – and they came for more than the land and wealth. They 
came to rape as well as pillage. At first things were bad. But they were so superior to the 
men of Italy in those days that fighting was useless. There came a time when the Moors 
swept through villages taking freely anything they wanted including the women without a 
bit of struggle. In fact, word spread that they were magnificent lovers. Women began to 
fight among themselves to be the first the big black invaders saw when they came to 
town. And so from south to north Italians were becoming dark skinned with black wavy 
hair.

“But in the town your ancestors are from lived a cranky old Hermit who was a man of 
learning. This hermit had picked up knowledge from the old ways. He knew things that 
no good Christian would touch.” At this point Bella mother crossed herself and looked 
guiltily up at the crucifix on the far wall. Bella waited for her to go on.

“This hermit cast a spell on the young maidens of the village to protect their virtue, as he 
put it. He called on the power of demons to fill every one of them, and all their daughters, 
whenever they tasted of the seed of men.

“The women of that village met the Moors in the South fields early one morning. The 
Moorish army was glad to see the young maidens out and waiting for them. They leaped 
from their horses and began making love to them right there in the tall grass. But the girls 
had been instructed to suck the big black men’s cocks so that the spell would work. And 
they did because of course, the men had no objection. All over the field were young 
blond girls and big black men joined in oral joy.”

“Mamma…” 

“Oh but it is, Bella. The juice of a man is like nectar to me.”

“MAMMA!”

“All right. I have told you to avoid this act to protect you. I knew you would have the 
longing. But trust me, you will get over it.” Said her mother patting her rosy cheek.

After a moment Bella asked, “So what happened, mamma?”

“Oh yes. There they were, two men on one woman here, three women on one man there, 
a pile of seven down the way. The meadow was an orgy. And soon that army of men 
began to blast their seed. They came in buckets down the throats of those maidens. And 
the change happened to every one of them. Because of the excitement and sexual energy 
that goes with the change, those girls began throwing those poor men high into the air by 
the handful. Some they caught and squeezed to death. Others hit the ground with 
sickening thuds. Other’s tried to run, but the lust crazed girls ran them down. What was 
left of that army, they had such violent sex with that by the time they stopped humping, 
there was very little left that could be recognized as a man.”

“Oh my god!” Bella was horrified. Had she hurt John without meaning to?

“I believe either the legend overstates it, or that the spell has weakened. I am capable of 
having sex with a man when I am big without killing him. Of course killing him would be 
no trouble either… Anyway, that was the end of the Moor’s invasion. I don’t care what 
your history book says.”

“Mamma. You… change like this too?”

“Of course. We are Di Ferro. We are the women of iron. Look.” She stabbed herself with 
her sewing needle. It snapped like straw and made only a small dent in her skin. Bella 
gasped. “Now that you have gone through the change, even when you are small your 
body cannot be harmed by the toys of men. It takes magic to pierce our skin. And between 
you and me, magic is very scarce these days. Of course you are only strong when big.”

Bella thought about all this as her mother found a fresh needle and took up her mending 
again. It was a lot to grasp. Something didn’t sit right.

“Why did that hermit make the maidens… you know… suck… penis… to turn big?” she 
asked.

“I have wondered that too.” Said her mother. “My guess is he was a twisted little fuck. 
Legend has it he got himself killed humping the leg of one of the massive women he had 
helped to create. She crushed him between her knees like a grape. And with him died any 
chance of reversing the spell.”

Just then Bella’s father came home. Her mother gave her a sign to be silent about all this. 
Good idea. To her father, Bella was still an innocent little lamb. But now she had to look 
at him differently, knowing that he knew about this Appassionato Gigantesco donne 
dell’Eremita all along. He looked back at her as she left the room.

“What?” He looked at his wife. “What?” No one gave him an answer so he sat to read his 
paper.

***

That night Bella had a baby-sitting job for the Thompsons' down the street. The 
Thompsons were rich and lived in a much bigger house than the Di Ferros. They went out 
once a month and got drunk in an attempt to make their marriage more lively. The only 
lively part was after Mrs. Thompson passed out on the couch when they got home. Mr. 
Thompson would then spent an hour feeling Bella up before giving her the money. Bella 
had let a lot of men feel her up, but Mr. Thompson felt creepy. She almost always stuck 
with single guys. And here, only a few hours before she had been playing with his kids.

But this time Bella had an agenda.

Right on cue Mrs. Thompson pitched face first onto the couch and Mr. Thompson fished 
his smelly hand down Bella’s blouse. Instead of resisting this time, Bella unbuttoned her 
blouse. Mr. Thompson mashed his face into her ripe tits spreading drool everywhere.

Bella reached for his pants and unzipped them. 

“It’s about fucking time, baby. I thought you’d never unfreeze.” He snarled. He yanked 
his pants down and sat back in a kitchen chair. Bella knelt before him and tit-fucked him, 
licking his hard pole. His head dropped back. “Oh yeah….” He moaned over and over as 
she worked.

It didn’t take long before she got what she wanted. He shot a creamy load and she 
gobbled it down. And it did feel like hot nectar running down her throat.

Mr. Thompson was still pushing his cock up and down in her cleavage as she felt the 
growth begin. She felt her panties become too small. She looked down to watch as they 
tore to shreds around her growing hips. Her skirt snapped open. The blouse sleeves 
ripped and the shoulders burst. She slipped the rags off and stood towering over Mr. 
Thompson now, smiling. Her head almost brushed his ceiling.

Now Mr. Thompson is considered a big man, a very aggressive man. He’s also a stupid 
drunk. He picked his head up and saw the big naked girl and dived at her, hoping to have 
more sex.

Bella took that man’s thick wrist between her thumb and pinky and she twisted his arm 
until he fell to his knees, grunting in pain. Bella grabbed the front of his shirt and lifted 
him up to eye level. With the slightest flick of her free hand over his face she bashed him 
bloody. A few strokes and he looked like the bad side of a prize fight.

She flung him into a corner as easily as tossing a scrap of paper. He crashed to the floor 
and didn’t move. She looked until she saw him breathing then looked around. 

She found his bowling ball by the door where he had dropped it. She picked it up and 
pressed on it with both hands – an experiment. It turned to powder between her hands. 
She dusted it off. She picked up one of the metal kitchen chairs and bent it into a work of 
art as easily as making origami. 

But now the wave of sexual energy was coming on. She flipped Mr. Thompson onto the 
table and squatted on his face. She rubbed on his nose and fingered herself until she 
exploded. The orgasm was so strong she drove her fist through their stove top.

Mrs. Thompson jumped on the couch at the noise. She saw Bella and fainted away again. 
Bella put a blanket over her, then pulled a wad of fifties out of Mr. Thompson’s wallet.

Bella ran home naked. It was so late no one was up to see her. The night air felt good on 
her skin. 

When she awoke the next day she was little Bella again.

***

As it happened, Bella had one guy friend she knew all her life. They played and wrestled 
innocently enough in the early years, but adolescence had added more fun to the game. 
Yet it still managed to remain a game. Jim never tried to take advantage. Bella could trust 
him.

As kids Bella grew first and could pin Jim every time. But when Jim went through a 
growth spurt at 14 he began to win most of the time. He was still small for a boy. At 18 
he was only half a head taller than little Bella and somewhat thin. Bella, who had grown 
to worship muscle, liked his small size. It meant she could keep her mind on the 
relationship instead of smelling his muscle.

But Jim was in for a shock the night he came over after Bella found she could become a 
“gigantesco.” Bella had renewed confidence in her physical ability. After a brief struggle, 
she threw him down and clutched his chest in her legs. Giggling she crushed with all her 
might. 

“OH! Jesus Bella, take it easy! You’re gonna break a rib!” She let up a bit, still giggling. 
Jim squirmed but made no progress in freeing himself. 

“You give?”

Jim tried to stand.

Bella crunched her thighs together with all her little might. Jim fell face down and 
yelped, “I give! OH! I give!”

“YES!” Bella sat up on his chest with her knees on his shoulders and he panted under her. 
He could see up her skirt to her white panties. “I got you! I win!” she teased and playfully 
slapped his face.

“What’s got into you?” He asked from the floor. He could barely see her face because her 
rack was so big. God how he wanted her, but had never told her. But how could she not 
know when she kept rubbing into the bulge in his pants when they wrestled every week? 
“You fought like a woman possessed.” 

“Maybe I am possessed.” She said as she continued to lightly slap him.

“Like how?” He tried to get his arms out from under her legs to stop her slapping but she 
adjusted and grabbed his wrists. With her legs on his shoulders she could hold his wrists 
and keep him pinned. “Come on. I give. Let me up!”

“Say please.” Bella sang. Jim struggled a while more but got worn out.

“Please.” He finally whispered.

“Good boy.” Bella let go of his wrists, got up and helped Jim up. They sat on her bed side 
by side.

“My mamma told me something that I don’t think you’re going to believe, Jim.”

“Try me.”

Bella giggled. “I’m guessing that’s the only way you’re going to believe it.”

“What?” 

“Well.” And Bella moved in close to Jim pressing her firm rack against his small chest. 
“If by ‘try me’ you mean suck your dick...”

Jim nearly fell off the bed. He had dreamed of such a moment, but never guessed Bella 
would let it happen! He saw the big boys she went out with. He felt lucky to be her close 
friend and to be allowed rough play, even if he did have to rush home and beat off all the 
time.

“It’s not just for the sex, Jim. I want to show you something.”

“What the hell kind of conversation did you have with your mom?” He gasped.

“It’s not like that.” Bella giggled. “Jim.” She leaned forward to whisper. “I can grow. I 
can be the biggest, strongest person you’ve ever seen, just by swallowing sperm.”

Jim gave her a fish-eyed look.

“Will you let me prove it to you?” She asked.

At first he couldn’t answer, but when she slid her hand over his lap he said “Of course.”

And Bella went down on her friend, who came almost immediately. She had to lick and 
slurp to gather up the oozing fluid but she got every drop.

Then she crawled up on top of him on the bed.

“Wow, Bella. You didn’t need to make up some wild story. I just hope this doesn’t ruin 
our friendship.”

“Shut up and watch.” She replied.

As he did, Bella began the transformation before his eyes. There was no pain or lurching. 
It was fluid and graceful. It took less than 7 seconds. And it made a shredded mess of the 
clothes she had been wearing.

The big Bella now sat on Jim, naked, panting, and crushing him down onto the bed.

He started to scream, but Bella put her big hand over his mouth, being careful to give him 
air through his nose. 

“Calm down, Jim. It’s really me, Bella.” She whispered. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

Jim tried to calm down. At least he stopped struggling and screaming into her hand. But 
he was still wide eyed and pale.

“It happens every time I taste the seed of man.” Said Bella as she let go of his mouth. She 
flexed for him, showing off.

“You are the most magnificent thing I have ever seen.” Gasped Jim touching her massive 
bicep. It alone was bigger around than his frail torso.

Bella knew he meant it. She had always counted on Jim to be honest.

“Are you some kind of goddess on earth?” He asked.

“No silly. I’m still Bella. But do you want to know the only side effect?”

“What?”

“A little after the change I get the damndest drive to cum I ever had. I mean, I just gotta 
stop what I’m doing and get laid or masturbate or die!”

“I feel like that after every one of my visits with you.” He said.

Bella giggled. She knew he had been keeping his desire silent. It wasn’t a secret. How 
could it be with his big boner sticking out most of the time they were together?

And now the wave of desire swept over her. “Fuck me Jim.” She snarled.

“Are you sure?” He asked. He truly valued her friendship. 


She grabbed him by his lapels and lifted him face to face. “Fuck me or I will de-bone 
you.”

“Really?” He asked, shaking.

“No.” she sighed. “But I will need to stop and masturbate right now if you don’t take care 
of me.” She got up and stuck her fingers in her crotch.

“Bend over.” Whispered Jim. He stood on the bed and she bent over beside it. He was 
just the right height to slide his love-sausage home from up there. And he was delighted 
with how tight she was and how much pleasure his every stroke seemed to be giving her. 

But when she began to cum she almost threw him off. He grabbed on tight with both 
hands and rode out her wild bucking and gyrating. Bella kept it to a minimum so as not 
the throw him.

She fell to the floor under him. And slowly, like a balloon deflating, but leaving no lax 
flesh behind, she slipped back down to her normal size – naked, wet and panting, with 
Jim still plunged deep in her slippery quim.

“Thank you.” panted little Bella.

“Thank ME?” gasped Jim. “You were… are… wow. Bless you Bella!” The two lay as 
one and cuddled and kissed until late, when Jim lifted a sleeping Bella up and slipped her 
into her bed. 

They awoke next to each other the next morning. “Jimmy. Can I ask a favor?”

“Anything.”

“Let me have some more of your cum.”

Jim smiled. “Anytime!”

“But this time I want to save it for later.” She continued. I want some I can keep in case I 
need it.

“Nice idea.” How… how would you like to… collect it?” His mind raced.

Bella pulled out a sack full of small brown vials. “In these. You just lay back and I’ll do 
all the harvesting.”

And so Jim lay on Bella’s bed all day and got blowjob after blowjob – as much as he 
could handle. Every time he was able to blast a load she captured the slippery juice in one 
or more vials. At the end of the day she had 12 vials full.

“I wonder how long it keeps.” She mused after forcing the final load from Jim’s worn out 
cock.

“I don’t know.” Gasped Jim. “But I wont make it to see another day if I don’t stop.” Do 
you have enough for now?”

“Oh, sure.” Said Bella kissing Jim. “You’ve been a doll. And here’s a few more vials in 
case you feel like cumming when I’m not around.”

Jim looked dejectedly at the empty vials. Then Bella added, “of course if I’m available, I 
would be happy to do the work for you.”

That seemed to brighten Jim up. They kissed again and parted company.

***

The next time Bella sat for the Thompsons, Mr. Thompson was fairly healed. They came 
home drunk as usual. Mrs. Thompson pitched face down on the couch and Mr. 
Thompson went right to work squeezing Bella’s ass and boobs. Bella was stunned. As his 
hand slid into her panties and dallied with her cunt Bella stammered, “You just don’t 
learn, do you?”

“Learn what, sweet meat?” He slurred in her ear as he pulled her blouse off. “You want 
something special? You wanna give me head again?”

“Don’t you remember me stomping your ass last time?”

Mr. Thompson turned pale and let go of Bella. “Th… that was you?” he whispered in a 
panic.

“Sure was.” Said Bella proudly. She stepped closer and Mr. Thompson fell backward 
over a chair onto the floor.

“How the hell?” He whimpered as Bella slipped a vial of Jim’s cum from her purse and 
gulped it down.

Almost instantly she was the massive giantess, the Appassionato Gigantesco donne 
dell’Eremita. Her clothes ripped and fell away. Mr. Thompson tried to scream but nothing 
came out.

“I suggest you crawl my way and beg for forgiveness.” Sneered Bella. Mr. Thompson 
complied instantly. He groveled at her feet crying.  And now the wave of sexual desire 
crept over her. “Eat me you stupid pig.” She instructed.

Again he complied. He wasn’t great at it, but Bella assisted with her own hands and soon 
covered his face in her goo. She came twice before she let him stop. 

“Now give me whatever you have in your wallet.” She demanded with a snap. He gave 
her the wallet. She took the money and stuffed the empty leather into his mouth. She 
backhanded him into a corner where he went limp. “This is too easy.” She muttered and 
left.

***

A week later Bella was walking home after cheerleading practice, taking her usual 
shortcut through the alley off of 3rd. A big man stepped out of a doorway and asked, “Are 
you Bella Di Ferro, little girl?”

“Who wants to know?” asked Bella removing the pack from her back. She was reaching 
for a vial of Jim’s sperm.

Another man appeared and snatched the pack from her grip. A third man grabbed her 
from behind and two more men joined the man in front of her. They were all very tall and 
extremely muscular. If the situation weren’t so threatening, Bella would have been quite 
turned on.

“Are you?” Asked the man again.

“Say’s here on her driver’s license that she is.” Said the man holding her pack. He was 
poking all through it.

“Bring her in.” said the first man.

They all stepped through the doorway into an abandon warehouse. Two men held her 
now, one on each arm. “Is she really as dangerous as Mr. Thompson said?” He asked. 
“She don’t look dangerous.”

“Yeah.” said the other. What she looks like in that little cheerleader outfit is a hot fuck.” 
They all laughed – with an edge. They took turns playing with her tits through her 
cheerleader top, but kept a firm grip on each arm.

The guy with the pack pulled out one of the vials of sperm. “What’s this shit? Some 
kinda drug you kids are into?”

“Lemme see that.” Said the first guy. He opened it. He sniffed it. “I don’t recognize it.” 
He muttered. “Wadda you do? Snort it?” He asked.

“I drink it.” Said Bella, getting an idea. “It gets me real horny.”

“Who gives a fuck if you get horny.” Said the man, then he sucked it down. He made a 
face that made Bella giggle. “Yick. That tastes like cock.” He spat some out. Bella 
giggled again.

He stepped forward and backhanded her hard across the face. Tears weld up in Bella’s 
eyes but she didn’t cry out. But the man yelped. He shook his hand and flexed his fingers. 
“Dis bitch has a skull like fuckin iron!” he shouted. His buddies laughed at him.

“Hey! Maybe she is dangerous! Maybe dis little cheerleader’s gonna kick your ass 
Duke!”

“Shut up!” shouted Duke. They shut up.

Bella’s face was already feeling better but Duke kept rubbing his hand. She thought, 
maybe she was getting tougher – even without drinking cum. She put up a struggle. The 
two guys laughed at her efforts. They picked her up and laid her face up on a table.

“She’s gonna kick my ass?” muttered Duke. “More like I’m gonna fuck her ass!” He 
fought through her kicking legs and yanked her panties off. Then he dropped his own 
pants. His sausage was a foot long plus.

“Holy shit!” gasped Bella. 

The men laughed. “Ream her good Duke!” They hollered. Duke crammed that tool hard 
and fast and dry up her young ass as the two men held her down. Bella bucked and 
screamed in pain. She thought her little asshole would rip.

“I don’t know how you got Mr. Thompson so scared little girl,” grunted Duke as he 
pulled it out half way. “But you’re gonna regret it before I’m done breaking your ass.” 
And he crammed it in again. Bella screamed again. After he had hammered it in a few 
more times she was stretched and numb. 

And he was absorbed in humping young cheerleader ass. 

The other men didn’t want to be left out. They started to grumble. Bella panted and 
gasped under Dukes thrusts but managed to whisper. “No need to wait, boys. I can take 
you all on. She wiggled her fingers over the groins of the men holding her arms. 

In a flash they had their cocks out and she was fist fucking them. Another man pulled off 
her top, jumped on her belly and started tit-fucking her. The last man stepped up to her 
waiting mouth and stuffed his joint down her throat.

She could hardly breath from all the hammering she was getting. “Just like the old days.” 
She thought. “I’m taking on five guys and I still got a hole open.” She was proud of her 
skills.

And skilled she was. It wasn’t long before she got the two men in her hands to cum. They 
shot their payloads in matching arcs onto her chest where the slippery juice made the ride 
even more fun for the man humping her tits.

And then the man in her mouth blasted an enormous wad. She chugged what she could 
but some splattered out and over her face.

“What the fuck!” Shouted the man on her belly as she began to grow under him. He 
pulled a knife and tried to stab her in the throat. The blade snapped.

Bella ripped the cocks off of the two men on either side of her and threw them to the 
ground. The man that came in her mouth backed off and screamed. She clenched her butt 
muscles down on Duke and pulled his dick off with one shake of her hips.

She sat up and pushed the tit-rider into Duke and the two of them into a wall. She 
charged so hard that she damaged the brick wall. The two men were flattened in several 
places. Arms and legs stuck out in odd angles like bugs on a windshield.

She turned to the mouth-fucker as the two hand job boys groaned on the floor. He was 
holding a gun on her and shaking like a leaf.

She walked forward slowly. With one step she crushed the rib cage of the guy she had 
beat off with her left hand. The mouth-fucker fired a shot. It clanked off her shoulder.

A few steps later she crushed the skull of the guy she beat off with her right. The mouth-
fucker was crying but fired again. The bullet flattened out on her forehead, then dropped 
to the ground.

Bella reached out and pinched the gun barrel shut. He pulled the trigger once more and 
the gun exploded, ripping up his hands. Bella clapped her hands on his head splattering it 
like a water balloon.

“Too fuckin easy.” She muttered as she dripped in blood.

It was almost 6 at night when she walked into Mr. Thompson’s used car show room. He 
sold antiques and way-high-end used cars – used cars that cost more than new cars. And 
rumor was he had connections.

She was all cleaned up with her blonde hair in pert pig tails and her cheerleader outfit 
immaculate. She carried a large plastic bag at her side. With an air of authority she 
marched past the sales people (who whistled like wolves) and straight into Mr. 
Thompson’s office. He had his face stuffed in the chest of his Vargas girl-like secretary 
who wasn’t putting up much of a fight. His hands were all over her big, ripe ass.

When Bella slammed the door they both jumped. The secretary only looked pissed. Mr. 
Thompson turned white, like he was seeing a ghost. “YOU!” he shouted.

“Tell the bimbo to get lost.” Said Bella.

“Bimbo!” shrieked the secretary. “Look you little tramp, just because you don’t got the 
experience…”

“Get out Peaches.” Stammered Mr. Thompson.

“But, Honey Muffins…” whined the secretary.

“GET OUT”

Peaches hopped up, lowered her skirt a bit and dashed past Bella to the door, snarling at 
her as she went. Bella winked at her, which startled her into blushing.

“Please don’t hurt me.” Whimpered Mr. Thompson after Peaches was gone.


“Shut up.” Said Bella in her sweet young girl voice – no anger – no edge.

Mr. Thompson shut up.

Bella crossed over and sat in his desk chair. She tossed the plastic bag into his arms. 
“Open that.”

He did as told and gasped, dropping the bag.

“They’re all there.” Said Bella sweetly. “Five hit men. Five cocks – the big one belongs 
to Duke – or used to. I only found 7 testicles. Either some guys were short or I 
accidentally mashed a few. Sorry.” She put her feet up on his desk and smiled at him. Mr. 
Thompson stood as stiff as a board up against the far wall shivering. Bella went on. “It 
was pathetically easy by the way. Were they real hit men or just a pack of boy scouts you 
hired?” Mr. Thompson didn’t answer. “By the way, Honey Muffins, did you send them to 
kill me, or just rough me up?” Asked Bella out of hand. She was looking at a picture of 
his wife from his desk. Bella had never seen her sober before. Mr. Thompson didn’t 
answer again. “Tell more or I will pull the skin from your skull.” This last sentence she 
added an edge of ice to her voice.

“Rough you up.” Stammered Mr. Thompson. “Break you limbs. Rape. That was it.”

Bella looked over her fine young body. She spread her legs and lifted her feet in the air to 
check out the inner part of her smooth thighs. “Not even a bruise.” She declared. “You 
should ask for your money back.” She smiled at him again. She was enjoying his fear. 
Here she was, 91 pounds sopping wet and she had that big man terrorized in his own 
office. 

“You got anything else you wanna try?” Bella asked.

“No!”

“Cause if you do I’m gonna ask that you really think it through next time.”

“I swear!”

“I mean, those poor guys never stood a chance. By the way, you’ll find the rest of their 
bodies in that warehouse on 3rd. I suggest you bring a mop.”

Mr. Thompson began to cry.

“Now that’s just fucking pathetic.” 

“I’m sorry.”  He moaned.

“Shut up. You make me sick.”

He sank to his knees, a broken man. He clasped his hands in prayer and begged. “Please 
don’t kill me.”

Bella got up. Mr. Thompson went fetal. She slipped off her panties and stepped over his 
shivering body. She squatted and let out a long stream of pee. It soaked into his hair, his 
shirt, and the carpet he lay on. He didn’t move to avoid it. Eventually she finished and 
went back to the chair. 

She kicked her feet back up and looked over the intercom box. She pressed a button. 
“Peaches?” She said.

“Yes?” said a timid female voice. It sounded like the big beauty that she had chased out 
earlier.

“Come in here, please.”

Peaches opened the door and closed it behind her quietly. She looked in shock at her boss 
quivering on the floor covered in urine. She looked at the young lady swinging her 
panties on her finger and smiling at her from her boss’s desk.

“Are you here to take my job?” she asked meekly. 

“Heavens no. Peaches!” Bella suddenly saw the reason for the big woman’s fear. Here 
she was somewhere between 29 and 35 and in comes an 18-year old girl who wraps her 
meal ticket around her finger. “No! On the contrary, Peaches, I’m here to put you in 
charge!” 

Peaches brightened up. “Really?” She bubbled. “Me in charge of Mr. Thompson?”

“In charge of him… the car shop… everything. Would you like to kick him while he’s 
down?”

Peaches walked around until she had a clear shot at his groin and then she shot the pointy 
toe of her spiked heel shoe deep into it. Mr. Thompson yipped and convulsed but stayed 
fetal. Peaches smiled at Bella. Then she kicked his sack a couple more times. She walked 
around to his wet head and she stomped him right in the mouth. His scream of pain so 
thrilled her that she did it a few more times.

“You hear that little man?” She snarled down at him. “I’ve been your bitch for three years. 
But now things are gonna be different. You’re MY bitch now!” She booted him in the 
gut. Bella could see she had fine strong legs.

Bella broke in “That should do for now. Leave some for later.” Peaches stopped. She was 
panting not from the workout. She was getting turned on.

Peaches looked at Bella and batted her big blue eyes. “Thank you so much, miss! I don’t 
know what you got on him, but it’s good to see him down like this. He’s been running the 
mob in this town for so long. How did you get past the five goons he keeps to protect 
him?”

“Oh, I just killed them.”

Peaches dropped to her knees and gasped. “Wow! Those guys where tough! How?”

“It was easy. Too easy. By the way, if you ever find some tough guys bothering you or 
trying to hurt this business you just let me know.”

“Yes miss.” She said almost worshipfully.

Bella pointed to her naked muff under her cheerleader skirt. “Right here, Peaches.” 
Peaches leaned in and tenderly kissed Bella’s fuzzy clam. She licked her tenderly. Bella 
stroked Peaches golden hair. Then she asked, “How much cash does this place take in per 
month, Peaches?”

 “Over 500 grand in hot money gets laundered here every month. Mr. Thompson’s take is 
50 grand each month.” 

“How much does he pay you?”

“About 45 grand a year.” Peaches slipped a finger up Bella ass and a thumb into her 
quim.

“Oh… Damn… You’re worth way more than that Peaches…. Fuck yeah… way more.” 
Panted Bella. “Okay. Here’s the new deal. Every month you pull 20 grand from 
Thompson’s take. You keep half and give the other half to me. My name and cell phone 
is on here.” She dropped a scrap of paper on the table.

“Yes miss.” Said Peaches dutifully.

“If Mr. Thompson doesn’t do absolutely everything you tell him to Peaches, you just call 
me. Got it?”

“Yes miss.” Said Peaches and then she rimmed Bella’s holes in a figure 8.

“Oh my…” Yelped Bella. “And I thought I was good! It appears that experience does 
count for something.” Both ladies giggled.

“Now.” Continued Bella. “I’ll need a hot set of wheels. What looks good this month?’

“May I suggest the ’65 Jaguar XKE?” said Peaches immediately. It is HOT, like you. It’s 
powerful and fast with fabulous line… like you.” She ran a hand up to Bella’s firm 
breasts and squeezed. Bella arched her back in ecstasy. She groaned and came all over 
Peaches’ face. Peaches went in for the kill with her big lips and made it a multiple orgasm 
in wave after wave.

“What color?” asked Bella when she could speak.

“Jet black, miss. Smooth as your ass and it shines like glass.”

“I’ll take it. Insure me using Mr. Thompson’s money. I may trade it in or I may give it 
away and want another. In the meantime I’ll need walking around money. How much can 
you give me right now.” Peaches opened a draw stuffed with fifties.

***

When Bella pulled up in her home drive with the Jag, her parents were in the front lawn 
pulling weeds. “Where the hell did you get that car!” yelled her father.

She strolled past him tossing the keys into his hands. “It was a gift. Keep it if you like it. I 
can always get another. Hey mom! How come you never got rich with this gift? I mean, 
it’s like the world is at our feet!”

“I fell in love with your father, Bella. I didn’t want anything else at my feet.” Her mother 
replied.

“Oh my god.” Gasped her father. “She knows.”

Her mother took him by the arm and led him into the house. “Let’s talk, darling.”

***

When Jim came over later she showed him the pile of cash. They spread it out on the bed. 
Bella pulled his stiff tool from his pants and slipped it into her mouth. 

“Damn!” Said Jim. “You’re even better than before. Have you been taking lessons?”

“Yep.” Said Bella remembering some of the tricks Peaches had showed her.

“Well, please don’t make me cum in you mouth.” He pleaded. “I want to make love to 
you just the way you are. At least for tonight.”

“Oh Jim.” She sighed as she climbed up his hard young body.