A Passionate Giantess II By Montrose Bella grows into her new role A week had passed since Bella walked into Thompson Motors and pretty much declared she owned the place. At that time she told the secretary, Peaches, that she could run the place for her using Mr. Thompson as a figure head. He was to obey Peaches’ every word. When Bella opened the door to Mr. Thompson’s office a week later she could see that he had. He was wearing a French maid outfit, sans panties and laying face down on his desk, hands cuffed behind his back. His secretary Peaches, dressed in a well tailored woman’s business suit, had a strap on sticking out from under her short skirt and was busy cramming it up Mr. Thompson’s big ass. Her hair was up in a slightly disheveled school- marm bun. The ball-gag in Mr. Thompson’s mouth muffled his whimpers of pain. They were both dripping sweat from the excursion. No telling how long they had been at it. But Peaches stopped for Bella. She stuffed the cock up Mr. Thompson and unstrapped, leaving it in. She dropped to her knees before Bella and kissed her feet. “Miss! Bless you for coming to visit! I hope you find everything meets your approval.” Bella smiled at the miserable Mr. Thompson. He had felt her up and made her miserable so many times before she found out how to grow that she enjoyed seeing him suffer. “So far so good Peaches. Do you do this to him every day?” “Sometimes I take his mouth.” Replied Peaches. “May I offer him to you, Miss?” “No.” said Bella. “You can have him.” “May I serve you, miss?” purred Peaches from her knees before little Bella. “You seemed to like my efforts last time…” she slipped her wet lips up Bella’s leg, kissing all the way. Bella felt a thrill leap up her spine. “Actually I came for more free stuff – other free stuff.” Said Bella. “I gave the Jag to my dad so I need new wheels. I want the vintage ragtop I saw on the showroom floor.” “The Roadster? Good choice!” “And a place to stay.” Added Bella. “My boyfriend and I want our own place.” “Now that you put me in charge I used some of Mr. Thompson’s money to buy The Emerald.” “That classy hotel downtown? Cool!” “Yes miss. The penthouse is lovely. Would you like it made ready for you? It is beautifully furnished.” “Do it.” Bella smiled. “And now that we have that settled…” She leaped up and sat on Mr. Thompson’s head and spread her legs – no panties. “You can get busy.” “Yes miss.” Purred Peaches. As Peaches licked Bella to one leisurely climax after another she let Bella in on the fortune she now controlled as the mistress of the Thompson empire. It turns out he is the local arm of the mafia in their small town. He does a very profitable business laundering money for the big city outfit. Even his legal holdings are doing well. Unfortunately, Bella had killed all of Mr. Thompson’s protectors in a fit of rage (they had tried to rape and kill her). Now the boss from the city was coming to town in a week to discuss matters. “I’m not sure what to do about things, miss.” Peaches whispered. “Do you want me to tell the boss you’re in charge around here or should I prop Thompson up as the main man still? The city boss might bring his own boys in if he sees that we are vulnerable.” “Fuck…” panted Bella. “I don’t know. Let’s ask my boyfriend Jim tonight when you let us into the penthouse. He might have some ideas.” “Yes miss.” --- Bella and Jim pulled up in front of The Emerald and flipped the keys to the doorman with instructions to get it waxed. The doorman had been prepped by Peaches that two very young people were coming and that they were to be treated with the highest dignity and respect. He tipped his hat and opened the door. He tried not to check out Bella’s pert little ass too much and didn’t turn up his nose at the ragged jeans and tshirt worn by Jim. The front desk clerk took them to the penthouse himself and nearly scraped his head on the floor as he bowed out of the room. “Now this is living!” Shouted Jim when they were alone. “Just last month I was getting stuffed into lockers at school and slapped around by the same jocks that used to gang bang you. And now I’m with the girl of my dreams being treated like a king!” “I kinda miss the gang bangs…” teased Bella. “Oh do you?” Snarled little Jim. He was a wiry little guy, just as tall as Bella at her natural height. But he has a sex-drive even more veracious than most 17-year old males. He pawed at Bella, rubbing his bulging groin into her ass as he lifted her skirt up to get to her panties. “Maybe I can help you remember what it was like.” Bella giggled. “You sure could. You’re like a gang bang all by yourself.” They dropped to the floor just inside the door of the penthouse and staid there for 6 hours. When Jim finally got up they were both covered with goo. Bella hadn’t taken a load in the mouth, so she was still small. “Are you hungry?” asked Jim. “I’m starving.” “Order up whatever you want.” Moaned Bella in the afterglow from the floor. “We live for free.” The bell rang and Jim answered the door. It was Peaches, all six feet three inches of her. All those alluring curves made Jim’s heart pound in his pants. Jim gulped as he looked up at her. Peaches smiled down at him, she reached out and stroked his chin. “If you weren’t Bella’s boy, I would do you right here in this doorway, sweetness.” She purred. She stepped in and slipped in the wet spot the couple had made, almost falling. Jim felt like his cock would burst from his pants. He covered the bulge with a magazine. When Peaches saw Bella spread eagle on the floor and soaked she winked at Jim. “Is this your work?” she asked. Jim nodded. “Nice.” She whispered. Then she asked Bella. “May I clean you up?” Bella nodded. To Jim’s delight Peaches dropped down and used her tongue to lap up every bit of the mingled goo, his and Bella’s cum and sweat. He got stiff all over again just watching. When Peaches was done she stood. “May I clean him up as well?” She asked Bella while looking at Jim. Naked as he was, his big boner showed how he felt about it. “No.” said Bella. “He’s mine. Maybe some other time.” “Yes miss.” Said Peaches dutifully. She shrugged at Jim who looked like he might whimper. Bella put Peaches to work ordering them dinner and then serving them. As she did so Peaches described everything to Jim. The big boss from the big city was coming with some muscle to talk business with Mr. Thompson. If Mr. Thompson looked weak, he might be tempted to run him over and set one of his own in his place. “Bella could just kick his ass.” Said Jim plainly. “But then they would keep coming.” Said Peaches. “There would always be a new boss with more guys.” “Good point.” Admitted Jim. “We need to play this carefully. We should be able to get what we want with a limited amount of upset.” He ate another piece of tender fillet mignon, drained another glass of ruby-purple Chateau Beausejour Becot 1998, and closed his eyes. Bella and Peaches looked on. “I would like to introduce Bella as Mr. Thompson’s new muscle.” He finally said. “You said everyone always brings one or two body guards. Bella will be Thompson’s. That way Thompson won’t double cross us. And if they feel like testing Bella they’ll be in for a surprise.” “Big or small, Jim?” asked Bella. She trusted his judgment. She could show up big, or have some sperm ready to chug in a pinch. “How long do these meetings last?” “20 or 30 minutes.” Said Peaches. “These guys don’t like to be in one place too long.” “Big then.” Said Jim. “Bella stays big for over 2 hours. And she’ll need cloths to fit her when she’s big – usually she just goes naked.” “Wow…” murmured Peaches. “I’d like to see that.” “All right.” Whispered Bella. Bella slipped under the table and gave Jim a masterful blowjob as Peaches watched. But as good as she was at it, Peaches whispered some pointers in Bella’s ear. Jim enjoyed the impact – his love was getting instruction from one of the greats and in a matter of moments he blew his load down Bella’s throat. And Bella grew. She let her cloths rip to sheds and fall away. She stood towering over Peaches who only moments before had towered over her. She pumped up her arms in Peaches’ face. She let Peaches do chin-ups on them. But when Peaches started humping her leg Bella put a stop to it. “Me first.” She demanded. She easily and gently pinned Peaches to the floor and lowered her muscled crotch down onto her face. “She requires that you get her off.” Warned Jim. “She gets real cranky if she doesn’t orgasm a few times soon after the change.” And this was where Peaches had some talent. She made Bella come so hard she soaked Peaches in the flow of goo. When the necessary task had been done stood over Peaches, pinning her to the floor with one foot. She slid a finger into her slit and flicked a bit more down onto Peaches face. “You may be hot and talented.” Said Bella. “But you don’t have all this.” She raised her massive arms and pumped them up. “You are a goddess, miss.” Admitted Peaches from the floor. “got that right.” Bella kissed her own arms. “Now measure her for cloths.” interrupted Jim. He had watched the entire thing while eating ice cream and playing with himself. Peaches longingly eyed the lump in his pants (he had dressed by now) but she did as he said and got busy measuring Bella for her new cloths. “She’s 7 feet 3 inches tall. Chest 63 inches. Waist 38 inches. Arms 23 inches. Thighs 33 inches. Calves 20 inches. Jesus! How much do you weigh?” asked Peaches. “Even more than I look. The truck scale down at the loading docks tilted at 743 pounds for me. My muscle is more dense than regular. Even bullets can’t penetrate.” Said Bella admiring her naked form in the mirror. “I am magnificent, aren’t I.” Said Bella. “Yes.” Admitted Jim and Peaches together. “They’ll never know what hit ‘em.” Whispered Peaches. --- When the meeting day arrived they gathered at the warehouse on third. Peaches propped Mr. Thompson in a seat and stood behind him. Peaches was known at these meetings as Mr. Thompson’s business secretary. Bella was dressed in what would have been a smart business suit, but she had opted to rip the arms off, and the skirt bulged with her thigh muscles. The mob boss across the table had two big men behind him. He was an old man but still handsome and dangerous looking. “Who is the big girl?” he asked Mr. Thompson. “She looks like a cheerleader gone all… Jesus is she big! Nice tits though…” “She’s my new muscle.” Said Mr. Thompson. He knew what that statement would do and he wanted to see it. The old man looked her up and down then said, “Frankie, escort that big cunt out of here.” Frankie was 6’ 5” tall and thick as a truck. He stepped up to Bella, belly to belly. The bluster left his eyes when he realized he had to look up. “Don’t do anything stupid, Frankie.” Warned Bella in her little girl voice. “Just kiss my big ass and skip along.” That got Frankie mad enough to swing. He shot a big fist into Bella’s belly. There was a nasty crunch and Frankie yelped. He held his hand, which began swelling up instantly. “Did you break it?” asked Bella. “What a fuckin’ pussy you are.” She spat on him. Frankie got mad again and punched up into Bella’s face – right in her mouth. She didn’t bother stopping the blow. She leaned into it. There was another nasty crunch. This time bones shot out of the back of Frankie’s hand. He fell to the ground at her feet and howled. Bella lightly booted him onto his back and held him on the floor with one foot, gently. He struggled but could not get up. “Is this all you brought with you?” asked Bella, talking to the boss. “Eddy! Kill her now!” Snarled the old man. Eddy pulled a knife and charged Bella. He crammed the blade into her side – or so he tried. But the blade just stopped when it hit her flesh. Bella yanked the knife away from him and snapped it like a toothpick in his face. Shocked but still game, Eddy pulled a snub-nosed 38 and fired 6 times into Bella’s chest. The bullets flattened out and fell to the ground. Bella grabbed the gun and Eddy’s hand and crushed them both together. Eddy was beyond howling. He gasped and fell to his knees staring at the horrifying twist of metal and flesh that grew from his wrist. Bella kicked him over onto Frankie. Then she straddled and sat on them both. They gasped for air, begging for release but Bella didn’t feel merciful. She just watched panic spread over the old man’s face as the pretty, beefy girl in blond pigtails slowly crushed the life out of his two best men without taking her hands from her hips. She bounced up and down on the men a few times. They blew snot and a bit of blood. After that they didn’t beg anymore. They just gasped their last and quietly expired beneath her. All the time Bella stared down the old man. “It… uh… it seems that the rumors that you were… uh… left without protection down here have been… uh… overstated.” stammered the boss to Mr. Thompson. “Yes.” Said Mr. Thompson, playing it cool just as he had been instructed. “I was instructed to come see if your organization needed support.” “You mean to see if he was ripe for a take over?” offered Peaches, interrupting the old man. He looked mad for a moment, but Bella stood and he twitched in his chair. His guards lay dead on the floor between her feet. “Mr. Thompson has an offer you will accept.” Continued Peaches. “He requires that you double his take of all proceeds run through this town.” “Triple.” Interrupted Bella. “Triple.” Said Peaches. “Triple.” Added Mr. Thompson. As fucked up as his life had become he was enjoying making the boss cringe in fear. Bella stepped up to the old man and popped his hat onto his head. Then she lifted him out of his chair and dusted off his shoulders. “Triple.” Said the old man. “Sure.” Bella patted him on the face. “Good boy.” She said then pushed him out the door into the street. He stopped and turned then pointed to his men. “Don’t bother with them.” said Bella in a sing song voice. “I’ll eat them for a snack later. There wont be any evidence.” She laughed and watch him run to his limo and scramble in all panicked. --- Later that week Bella was coming home from a night on the town. She was too young to drink, but when you’re build like she is you manage. She got a few free drinks from old men and a couple younger ones. They all offered to take her back and screw her socks off. In the past she would have taken them all on. But now she believed in herself, and she had Jim. She stepped into the lobby of The Emerald and noticed a new guy behind the counter. She waived on her way to the elevator. “Bella?” The man said. “Bella Di Ferro?” “Hello?” “It’s really you! Wow do you look good! Don’t you remember me?” Bella walked over to the front desk and looked him over. He seemed familiar… “It was last New Years Eve you came home with my little brother who was a line backer for the high school team. He was too drunk to do you right so I finished you off.” The man adjusted his cock and looked Bella over. “I gotta warn you, Bella. This is a classy place. So unless you come back here and fuck me first I can’t let you do any hooking around here.” “Hooking? You think I’m a hooker? Fuck you, Bozo. I live in the Penthouse now.” “Wow.” The man was shocked but still looking her over. “You’re hot, but who the fuck paid you enough to…” He never finished because Bella leaped up on the counter and punched him in the mouth. He stumbled to the back wall. Blood dripped from his lips which began to swell. He spat out a tooth. “You bitch.” He sputtered and ran at her. She stuck a foot into his face as hard as her little leg could make it go. He fell over flat on the floor. His face was a mess. Skin ripped over his check bone. He was barely conscious. “Oh my god, I’m kicking your ass!” Shouted Bella. She looked him over. He was twice her size. “Come on! Get up! I want some more!” She splashed water on his face. He sputtered and rose, furious for revenge. He ripped a fist into her face. The blow knocked Bella down but she hopped back up feeling no pain. The man was clutching his hand. Fingers stuck out at odd angles. He gasped in pain and fell to his knees. Bella carefully aimed a punch into the cleanest spot on his head and let it fly with all she had. The big man flopped over backward. Bella stepped up and pulled him to a sitting position by his bloody shit collar. It was all she could do to hold him up. “You want some more?” she snarled. He groggily shook his head. “Please no. Please.” He begged. She dumped him back on the floor. “Fuckin’ punk.” She spat. “You every wanna try again, you just ring me up in the penthouse.” She spun off to the elevators, giggling and skipping. She was all wet in the crotch over haven beaten up a big man without even having to grow. --- Bella rushed into the penthouse as Peaches answering business questions for Jim. She was flushed with excitement. “I just beat the shit out of a big guy!” She shouted. “And I didn’t have to suck cock to do it!” “How?” Jim and Peaches asked at once. “You know how my skin has gotten tough – how knives and bullets can’t hurt me? Well, there’s another side effect! I’m not strong, but when I hit the impact is like getting tapped with a crow bar! Watch!” She ran over to the side of the wet bar. There was a 1/8 inch thick sheet of stainless steel that had been etched to be a decorative accent on the side of the cabinet. It was 12 inches square. Bella punched the sheet of metal. Although she was small and weak her little fist made a dent. She flexed her grip and punched it again. The noise was like a blacksmith working. After 10 punches her hand broke through. Jim clapped. Peaches admired the work. “That’s good, but as you say, you aren’t really strong right now just tough.” “So all I have to do is slap any bastard that gets in my way!” Giggled Bella. “Even if I don’t suck his cock first!” “That will work most of the time.” Admitted Peaches. “But you’re not invulnerable.” “What could hurt me?” Asked Bella. “I could.” Said Peaches. “I could kill you with no trouble, unless you got your hands on some sperm of course.” Bella and Jim laughed but quieted when they saw the confident smile on the face of Peaches. “I never studied martial arts,” Peaches continued, “but I’ve had some black belt boyfriends. They all admired how I move – and not just how I shake my ass.” She winked at Jim who blushed. Bella looked from Peaches to Jim and back. “You think you can beat me, big girl?” Asked Bella getting a bit angry. “No trouble.” Said Peaches calmly. “And I feel I need to prove it to you so you don’t make any mistakes when it counts. I like you Bella. I don’t want to see you get hurt.” The anger subsided. Looking up at the cat-like, tall woman before her made her confidence drift for a moment. “You wanna prove it? Maybe we should fight.” “Why not have some fun while we’re at it – a bet maybe. What can I have if I win?” asked Peaches. Her eyes flashed over to Jim. “What? You want Jim? Hey, if you can beat me you can have him… but just for the night. Not like you’re gonna win…” Said Bella, a bit nervous. Peaches just smiled. “It’s a deal. Of course I have nothing to give you in return. Everything I have is already yours.” Replied Peaches with a bow. That gave Bella some confidence back. After all, Peaches was like a slave-girl to her! She stepped forward eager to spank this uppity big chick. They circled each other with Bella feigning in and Peaches eluding her, always keeping balanced. Then Bella swung a fist at Peaches, but Peaches hopped back. She grabbed Bella while she was off balance and pushed her to the floor. Bella kicked out but Peaches was out of reach. Bella’s heal made a dent in the wood floor. Peaches stayed back as Bella got up. Bella charged and lashed out. Peaches dodged the blow, then kicked Bella in the ass, sending her sprawling face down. Bella got up more slowly this time. She stepped toward Peaches more deliberately. Peaches circled to keep from getting caught in a corner where Bella could pummel her. Bella swung at Peaches’ face but Peaches again ducked the blow and slipped in behind Bella on the follow-through. Like lightening, she clamped Bella’s arms to her sides and slammed her to the floor. Bella struggled but Peaches was more than 50 pounds heavier and quite able to keep her pinned. Peaches pushed her huge rack onto Bella’s head, engulfing it. Her long legs entwined around Bella’s little ones and kept her from kicking. If she couldn’t lash out, then she couldn’t hurt Peaches. Bella tried to move her head but Peaches pressed down so hard she couldn’t. In a few seconds it started getting stuffy. She couldn’t breath. Bella struggled for all she was worth. Nothing could move Peaches from on top of her. Suddenly Peaches hopped up and spun Bella onto her back. She landed again on Bella this time sitting high on her shoulders pinning Bella’s arms under her knees. Bella flipped her legs up hoping to smack Peaches off of her, but Peaches slipped a leg under each arm and had Bella all rolled up. Bella had little strength left but she struggled with what she had. Peaches just smiled down at her. Bella’s struggles were hardly enough to make Peaches’ big tits wobble. Panting and sweaty Bella eventually gave in. “Okay, so you can beat me. But you couldn’t possibly kill me. I’m invulnerable!” “You still have to breath, don’t you?” Asked Peaches. Then she slipped a bit further up and dropped her cotton-pantied pie down onto Bella’s face. The big woman’s quim completely engulfed Bella’s nose and mouth – the entire south half of her face. “I could sit here all day, honey. And it would only take a couple minutes for you to die.” Jim looked on as Peaches sat on his girlfriend’s face, suffocating her. He watched Bella turn pink, then red, then almost blue. “Please let her up.” He begged in a whisper. “No trouble.” Said Peaches softly and she stood leaving a limp and nearly-unconscious Bella on the floor sucking air. Jim looked relieved. Peaches stood with her hands on her hips. “I only did that to make sure you knew. I don’t want some out of town hitman teaching you that you are not immortal.” Bella staggered to her knees. “You were right to do it, Peaches.” She gasped. “I hadn’t realized. A good wrestler who keeps from getting hit could kill me easy unless I grow.” Peaches helped her to her feet. “And our deal?” She asked. Bella waived a hand at Jim as much as to say, “Take him.” She was still gulping air. Exhausted and beaten, Bella left the room for bed. Jim tried not to look at Peaches, but she made it hard on him. She was on a high from having bested Bella. She slipped her scant skirt down over her round hips and to the floor. She stepped out of it and kicked it across the room. She kicked off her shoes. All while looking him up and down. “You sure are young.” She purred. “The idea of winning you was really what made me take her on.” Jim gulped. “I bet your cock taste like a big ole candy cane.” Peaches teased. Jim began to sweat. Peaches towered over him. He backed up until he hit a wall. She pressed into him and glared hungrily down at him. Her ripe melons engulfed his chin. “I’m gonna teach you how to eat pussy, little man. When I get done with you, Bella is going to thank me.” Jim tried to push back. He got slammed back to the wall for his efforts. Peaches smiled down at him. “Are you gonna struggle too? How cute. I wish you would put up a fight. I promise to take it easy on you… sort of.” She cooed. “What if I win?” Asked Jim. When Peaches stopped laughing she whispered in his ear, “If you win, I’ll do anything you say.” She turned her back on him and walked to the middle of the room. After scoping her luscious ass for a second, Jim took his chance. He leaped up on her back wrapping his legs around her waist. He clutched her throat in his arms and squeezed. Peaches staggered forward a step or two then regained her balance. In a heart-beat she pushed his arms open. She pulled him off her back and flipped him to the floor in front of her. She bent over, grabbed his throat and lifted him from the ground with her arms straight in front of her. Jim dangled and twisted in her grip. She held him there for 8 seconds, then let him drop. As he staggered to his knees she casually stepped over him and crunched his neck between her firm thighs. She locked her feet together. Jim pushed and managed to get her to fall over but could not work his head free. He was red in the face when she let him go again. She pushed his head off her leg and got to her knees. She watched Jim roll around, trying to get up. Once he almost made it. She kicked his arm out and watched him slump back to the floor. Slowly and deliberately she removed her panties as he struggled up again. This time she took his support arm and twisted it behind his back as she slammed him to the floor. She only used one hand. Jim was unable to do anything against her – he was almost unconscious already. She sat on his skull and twisted his arm while he begged for release. “Are you my baby now?” She asked. “Are you gonna serve big Peaches?” “Yes!” He gasped. “Please let me up! I’ll do anything you say!” “Anything? Maybe I’ll strap on a big cock and take you up the ass all night. Would you like that?” Jim grunted in pain. “I said would you like that?” repeated Peaches, twisting Jim’s arm extra hard. “YES!” He shouted up into her ass on his face. “I would love that! Please let me up!” Peaches let go of his arm. Then she rolled him over and plopped her butt on his face again. “Maybe later. For now stick your tongue up there, baby.” She commanded. Jim probed her tight asshole with his tongue as he gulped air. She seemed to like it – for several minutes. Then she stood over him. “Eat me.” Jim sat up and did as commanded. Bella had never failed to cum under his touch, and neither did Peaches, but she still showed him other ways… better ways… to make her cum again and again. She came so much her legs gave out and she fell like a tree onto the black velvet couch. Jim took the opportunity to climb onto the big woman. He started to slip his hard meat deep into that dripping clam he had been eating for hours. Suddenly he was on his back with Peaches’ knee on the side of his head, crushing down. “Did I tell you to do that?” she asked in a sing-song voice that had an undertone of anger. “N… no…” he whimpered. She swatted his ass hard. The slap rang out like a shot. Jim howled. She spanked him again. He howled again. “Quiet, baby. You don’t want to wake up Bella, do you?” She spanked him fast and hard, but Jim bit his lip and only whimpered in pain. When his ass was glowing red she stopped and let him up. “When we fuck it will be me fucking you, not the other way around. Understand?” “Yes’m.” Sobbed Jim. She slapped his face, knocking him to the floor. And she giggled. “Good baby.” She whispered. “Just so we understand each other.” She tossed her hair, obviously enjoying herself. Then, quite suddenly, she leaped on him forcibly crammed his cock up her tight crack and hammered down on him, fucking him like a savage animal. It felt like rape, but Jim knew he wanted it. He was terrified but it was the best fuck he had ever had in his life. When Peaches came so did he. Then she slid her dripping snatch up onto his face and let his load spill slowly out and down his throat. He gulped every slippery drop. She stood on wobbly legs. “That’s lesson one, baby.” She panted. “You study what you just learned with your girl in there over the next few weeks.” And she added under her breath, “Maybe I’ll recover in that time.” Jim could see Peaches was having trouble walking. He looked down at his tool – it was already growing hard again – and pretty damn big. And she had kept him hard for hours. He was proud to have put a dent in that passionate woman’s groin. From the wet bar where Peaches had poured herself a scotch she said, “Holy fuck!” Jim looked up. She was staring open mouthed at his boner. “You’re still hard as a rock!” Now Peaches gulped. “Well… I’ve never left a man less than completely spent and I don’t intend to start tonight.” She drained the scotch. “Of course I’ve made a specialty out of older men, not young randy things like you.” She wobbled back to Jim and slid down before him. “Don’t tug on my ears.” She warned him “I know what I’m doing.” And did she ever. She gave him the head he would forever rate all blowjobs against for the rest of his life. And if this was a 10, no one but Bella ever got past 6, with Bella hitting 8 most of the time. Peaches made him lurch and spasm on the floor as he crammed his long pole down her throat. He kept sliding it out and ramming it home, punching her in the face with his groin. She deep throated him, but he could see it was costing her. Her jaw was stretched to the max. Finally he pulled out and she took his load all over her face and chest. She was dripping in his goo as she was looking at his cock. It was limp now but on the rise already. Jim looked at Peaches. She looked tired but as hot as ever. His boner jumped up to full sail, smacking her lips as it went. He smiled down at her. “I’m gonna have to rest my jaw.” She admitted. “And my cunt is still barking at me. Do you fancy any other part of me?” She was on all fours. Jim walked around behind her and felt her plump rump. “Give it all you got, big boy.” Whispered Peaches. “I can take it.” He did give her all he had. And it turned out she had trouble taking it. Before he was done humping her ass she was begging for mercy. But that only made him harder. Once he came up her ass. He gave her a short break to bathe him before he rode her big tits and blasted another load into her lovely face. Without asking leave he pulled his cock out of her tits and slammed it up her cunt again. “Who’s fucking who now, bitch?” He snarled. “I’m fuckin’ you and you don’t have a damn thing to say about it! You got that?” Peaches puffed and moaned under his hammering. When he was finally came again and went limp Peaches was almost lifeless on the floor. “Had enough?” He asked as he stood over her, his spent tool dripping onto her face. “Y… Yes.” She panted. “Master.” Said Jim. “Call me master.” Peaches glared at him, but she could barely move for the pain between her legs. “Yes master.” She groaned. “I’m going to sleep with Bella now. Get up and give me a pony ride into the room.” Jim demanded. “I don’t think I…” began Peaches. “I think I feel another boner coming on…” teased Jim. Peaches stumbled up on all fours and Jim mounted her back. She trudged into the dark bedroom. She collapsed by the side of the bed as he climbed in to be with the sleeping Bella. He scuffed his feet in Peaches’ tangled hair for a moment then said “Good night Peaches.” “Good night master.” She replied. “Master?” asked a sleepy Bella. “She calls you master now? What happened?” “I fucked her up.” replied Jim. “It was a victory of quantity over quality.” Peaches chuckled from the floor. “You have plenty of quality too, master. But you’re lucky to have a sturdy girl like Bella to keep up with your quantity. I may never walk again!” she moaned. They all giggled. “Better stick with abusing older men, Peaches.” Called down Bella. “Now come on up here and snuggle.” They all drifted off to slumber wrapped in each other’s sticky arms. --- Bella drove in to Thompson Motors the next day with Peaches just to pick up a few thousand – mad money. Mr. Thompson wasn’t in yet but Peaches knew the combination to the safe. They were shocked to find the back door jimmied open, and they heard someone inside shuffling around. “Damn it!” Whispered Bella. “I don’t have any of Jim’s cum to drink! I’ll have to go in small.” “I’ll watch your back.” Promised Peaches. They saw three men in the office trashing the place. Bella was almost at the door when the two ladies were jumped from behind. Peaches screamed and stomped on the foot of her attacker. He howled and smacked her mouth, knocking her to the floor. Bella drove an elbow deep into her attacker’s ribs, snapping two. He fell gasping at her feet. She drove a knee into his face, killing him. From the floor Peaches drove a heel into her attacker’s balls. Bella decided to let her take care of herself and went after the three guys in the office. When she reached the door a semi-automatic began blasting. It knocked her back out the door. The hopped up again and charged. “Holy shit!” yelled a man in the room. A man by the door bashed her over the head with a paper weight. She fell to the floor. The big man fell on top of her. Another man kicked her in the face. He hopped around clutching his foot. Bella got a hand free and drove her fist into the face of the man on top of her three times. He collapsed and pinned her to the floor. The third man stomped on her face to no avail before Peaches charge in from the hall and knocked him ass over teakettle. Peaches pulled the big man off of Bella. Bella kicked the man with the broken foot and broke both of his knees. The man Peaches had knocked down was reaching for the gun again. Bella dived on him and drove her forehead through his. In the silence after the battle the girls looked around. The guy with the broken legs was still alive. Other than that they were all dead. “I’ll take care of the clean-up.” Panted Peaches. “I know just who to call.” “Keep this one alive and find out who these fucks were and who sent them.” Demanded Bella. “Then kill him.” “Yes miss.” --- The next day Peaches, Bella and Jim met in the penthouse for lunch. Peaches was licking Jim’s dick and bottling load after load of cum for Bella’s stash. She was just the best candidate for gaining mass quantities of the stuff. “Now we know the city boss hasn’t given up.” Snarled Bella as she stalked back and forth. Peaches had explained that she had tortured the broken legs guy until he confessed – even gave the bosses home address and private phone number before she snuffed him by sitting on his face. “What do you think our next move should be?” Bella asked Jim. Jim’s eyes were rolled back in his head. “Umph!” He grunted and blasted another load in Peaches’ face. Peaches bottled it and started licking again. Jim was no help right now. “We’ll go right at him!” Decided Bella. “I want to walk right into his house, kill his dog, molest his wife, and then spread him over seven acres.” “Oh Jesus.” Gasped Jim. --- The next day Peaches drove Bella and Jim to the city bosses mansion. It was just outside the city in a sprawling estate. Bella loaded up with cum-jars and drank one just before stepping out of the car. Jim looked a bit frail sitting behind the wheel. After Bella ripped out of her cloths Peaches Stood between her legs and lapped at her until she climaxes, satisfying that need. Then she helped Bella dress in her business suit. Already the dogs were running toward the gate. It was the fiercest pack of wolves Jim had ever seen and he trembled. Bella leaped over and greeted them. The dogs bit her but couldn’t even scratch the surface. She swatted them like gnats, sending them flying through the trees. In the span of ten seconds over half of the massive pack was dead. Bella never stopped walking toward the distant mansion. She kept one last dog alive and held it up by its collar. She kicked in the front door and was greeted by gun fire. She held the dog behind her back to protect it and let the bullets flatten and fall. When the guns ran out she flung the dogs into the six men aiming them at her. The dog was furious for revenge and ripped those men to shreds as Bella laughed. She pulled one man from the pile and held him up to her face. “Where is he?” She snarled. He pointed below and then died. “The fuck if I’m going looking for stairs in this joint.” She grunted. Bella stomped her feet on the floor and cracked the marble tile. She stomped again. Chandeliers fell and plaster cracked. She stomped again and again. Bits of the roof caved in and finally she broke through and went crashing into the basement. The boss was huddled in the corner. She had broken into a fortified room. She grabbed a length of rebar and wrapped it around the old man – not to crush him, but to hold him. “Your ass belongs to me.” She snarled. He began to cry. That made Bella smile. She spat in his face and stood up straight – towering over him. She dusted the debris off her massive shoulders and patted her hands dry, then went on. “Everything you see around you,” she gestured. “belongs to me. You are in my house right now. Do I make myself clear?” The old man whimpered and nodded. He had nothing that could stop her, even if he called in all his men. “Are you married?” Asked Bella as she enjoyed his fear. The man nodded. “I bet she’s young. A real looker.” Whispered Bella conspiratorially. The old man smiled for the first time. “She’s mine now.” Spat out Bella. “I’m going to take her with me and me and my friends are going to make her forget all about you.” She lifted his face to look up at her. “You got a problem with any of this?” The old man shook his head. “Good. Are you done sending goons down to mess with me?” The old man finally spoke in a dusty voice, “I swear! You are the law!” “I’m more than the law old man. As of now you are no longer catholic. Now you worship me.” The old man stared in disbelief. “Kiss my big ass to prove your devotion to me. Prove to me that you denounce the pope and god and worship only me.” Said Bella as she turned around, lifted her torn skirt and stuffed her big muscular butt in his face. His head vanished up her ass-crack. She kept her butt there until the old man had stuffed his tongue up her asshole for a while, then she let him breath again. She took the bent pipe off of him. She patted him down and found a gun. For fun she bit it in half and chewed the pieces into junk before his eyes. “How much cash is in the dump?” she asked. “Millions.” He gasped. “I’m taking it with me.” “Yes.” He gasped again. And that was the beginning of Bella’s empire building. Piece by piece she uncovered and took possession of the American underground. And she and Peaches, and Jim, lived happily ever after.