The Giantess Awakes
By Montrose
Brigit takes a rough step forward in life


Brigit sat with her forearms pressing down on the kitchen table, her ample
chest pressed into them, bent over a romance novel. Strawberry blonde hair
cascaded forward, hiding her apple blossom cheeks, button nose and round,
china blue eyes. She wore at-home clothes; faded blue satin shorts (tight but
soft) and an old cotton blouse with the sleeves torn off so that they didn't
bind her thick shoulders.

Her small mother patted Brigit's sturdy back. "Open these pickles, dear?"

Brigit took the jar and popped the lid off with a flick of her wrist. Muscles
bulged, but it was a small effort for Brigit, not a challenge. She handed the
jar back. Her little father peeked sheepishly over his paper, then turned back
to it. They both knew it would have taken him ten minutes of red-faced,
hemorrhoid-popping effort to get that jar open. Brigit licked a finger with
her long tongue, turned a page, and returned to her romance novel.

"I swear," her mother said as she walked back to the counter. "You're stronger
than your brothers and father combined. If you weren't so fair, I would say it
was a shame you were born a girl. You got your grandmother's size from my
side. Big, strong people in her line."

Brigit blushed. She hated it when her mother went on about how big she was.
She stood, took her book, and headed for her room. This meant she needed to
duck slightly under the short archway between the kitchen and living room - it
was only six feet high. The ceilings were low as well. Basement apartments are
like that. Brigit had only a few inches clearance to the ceiling in any room.
The rest of her family was under five feet five. Low ceilings didn't bother
them, and the rooms came free with her father's job as custodian.

When Brigit got to her room, she paused before her mirror. "Please let me stop
growing," she prayed. At six feet four inches and 210 pounds, it was getting
hard to find clothes that looked nice, even if she did have a fetching figure.
She admired her legs, long and strong. She wished her butt was a touch
smaller, as most girls do. Maybe she could get rid of a little padding on her
belly, but it was no big deal. Nothing to be done with her massive rack, short
of boob reduction surgery.

Actually, Brigit loved her rack. Despite being big, it was firmer than most
and very well shaped. Girls who teased her in the hall, tended to shut up and
turn away when she took her top off in the gym shower. She recalled a snotty
cheerleader (Ashley Amber, the bane of Brigit's existence, her tormentor)
calling her Thunder Boobs in the girl's shower. Brigit, forgoing her usual
shyness and low self-esteem, had walked up and shoved her melons in that puny
girl's face, pushing her to the wall. They stood naked and wet, toe to toe.
"Cute name," she said down to Ashley, whose face was engulfed by tit. "Should
I ask your boyfriend if he would like to meet the mighty Thunder Boobs live
and in person? How long do you think he would hold out? Seconds, maybe?" She
stood waiting for an answer as showers ran and other girls gaped at them.
"Apologize," Brigit finally broke the silence, "or I'll have the answer to
that question before school is out."

The quiet apology had come up from the depth of her cleavage. No one teased
her about her rack after that.

"I'm a giantess," she sighed at her reflection. "How did I get so big in just
18 years?" She sighed again, and flopped down onto her bed. It groaned under
the impact. Her feet hung off the end.

The phone rang in the hall. "Brigit, dear!" called her mother. "It's Robbie."

Of course it was. Robbie was her devoted boy; the only boy that had the nerve
to call her on the phone. At least he wasn't intimidated, like most boys. It
was nice to have someone chasing after her, but she wished Robbie was closer
to her size. She felt silly walking next to him, standing ten inches taller,
and him, thin as a rail. When they necked, she always had to be on the bottom
for fear of smothering him. If they kissed standing up, she had to lift him or
let him climb a step first.

"Hi Robbie," Brigit said into the phone. She fluffed her unruly strawberry
blond hair.

"Friday night, Brigit," said Robbie. "Care to see a movie?"

"Care to rent a video and wrestle on your parents' sofa, you mean?" asked
Brigit. Robbie's folks always went out for drinks on Friday night. She and
Robbie had fallen into a routine of thrashing around on the sofa at his place
until they both came in their undies. She couldn't remember a single title to
any video they had rented in the past three months. As far as she knew, it was
the same movie, over and over.

The other end of the line was quiet for a moment. "Don't you... I thought
you... you always..." Robbie stammered.

Brigit sighed. "I have a great time with you, Robbie. You know I do. I just
want to do something else for a change."

"I can take you out for real," he offered. "I'll do anything you say, Brigit."

She knew he would. Brigit both despised and was proud of the need she heard in
his voice. In their petting matches, it was always she who came first, usually
many, many times, before they saw to him. He was very attentive and
cooperative. He would suffer anything for her. Secretly, sometimes she delayed
his gratification just to watch him suffer for her.

She knew most boys would have demanded more of her by now, had they dared
approach her. She often caught men and boys ogling her. Whenever she looked
back at them, they blushed and ran away. It made her feel like some kind of
gargantuan sex show freak.

The furthest she ever let Robbie go with her was to rub his face in her
panties - okay, she often grabbed his head in a fit of passion and rubbed his
face on her crotch, through her panties, masturbating on his nose. Not even a
finger made it under her panties, however, no matter how hot and bothered she
got. She never let him unzip his own pants either, but she could tell when he
came in them. The joy spread on his face just as hot wetness spread on his
jeans.

"Dinner?" Robbie coaxed. "The art museum? Sky diving?"

Brigit laughed. "They don't make parachutes big enough for me."

"I would catch you," Robbie said.

"Of course you would. And I would flatten you like a bug," she laughed. "Okay,
pick me up at six. But no sky diving."

"See you then!" <CLICK>

Brigit grinned, adding dimples to her cheeks. The obvious joy in Robbie's
voice had been heart warming. It was nice to mean so much to someone. Still...
if he were only a bit taller!

Brigit freshened up, then dressed in an white frock that stopped at mid-thigh.
It showed off her legs nicely, and presented just enough cleavage to gain her
looks without appearing slutty. A thick blue sash, that matched her eyes, tied
over her bum in back. It was her Alice in Wonderland look, after she had grown
tall. That is, if Alice had a rack to die for.

She decided on dinner and a walk in the park by the time Robbie showed up. She
slipped on flat sandals and told him where to drive. Robbie never took charge.
The very idea of him taking charge felt silly. It was understood between them
that he was delighted to be her plaything. She enjoyed the power, but in the
romance novels, the girls got to be playthings now and then. Brigit wondered
how that would feel.

Brigit made Robbie spring for a steak and potato, a big chocolate shake and a
triple scoop of rocky road for dessert. Afterwards, they strolled in the park
and threw peanuts at squirrels. It was around dusk when a man stepped out from
behind a tree. The first thing they noticed about him was that he had a gun.

"In da van," he grunted.

"What?" said Robbie.

The man cuffed Robbie in the mouth with the gun, then he pointed it at Brigit.
"I said in the van!"

"If you want money..." Brigit began.

"Money's good. But right now, I want you in the fucking van! Move!"

The hand holding the gun was shaking. Brigit nudged Robbie and they both
stepped over to the curb and into the van.

"Face down!"

Robbie and Brigit dropped onto their bellies in the dark van. Men, who had
been in the van, sat on each of them and tied their hands behind their backs
with twine. Brigit felt the one sitting on her butt grow a stiffy up her ass
crack.

"Damn! You picked a ripe one!" he snarled, bouncing on her butt. "Oh, yeah...
She'll bring lots of repeat business." He smacked her ass hard with a ping
pong paddle. Brigit yelped. That's when they stuffed a ball gag in her mouth
and blindfolded her. After that they tied her ankles together.

Throughout the entire ride, two men in the back of the van took turns giving
Brigit crude compliments and finger fucks. She cried softly.

"Don't bruiser her," said the man driving - the gunman. "The boss will want
the first ride."

Brigit's heart fluttered. What did they intend to do to her? She heard Robbie
struggling beside her and knew he wondered the same thing. She heard a thump
and Robbie stopped struggling.

The men laughed and returned to feeling her up.

The van slowed, turned, and stopped. The driver got out and opened the back
doors.

At first, the two men in back thought to carry Brigit out of the van, but
after trying to lift her and failing, they untied her feet and guided her as
she walked blindfolded down a flight of stairs with the gun in her back.
Robbie came in slung over the driver's shoulder.

Still blindfolded, Brigit could tell they were in a basement. She knew how
basements smelled, no matter how clean. A pair of hands groped her for a
moment. She whimpered into her ball-gag.

"Take her to the back," said a voice she had not heard before. "Leave him out
here."

Robbie? Brigit thought. What will happen to him? He's so small!

She was forced to walk with the gun in her back. The gun was withdrawn, then a
door closed. Was she alone? She was still tied up, gagged and blindfolded. She
listened for what would happen next.

A hand touched her strawberry blonde hair and she flinched.

"Do not be frightened, my full-sized beauty," said the new voice - it had a
slight accent she could not place, exotic and sexy. A big male body pressed up
against her. The hands on her arms here strong. The chest was powerful. The
man pressed his groin into hers. Brigit gasped.

"Would you like for me to remove your blindfold?" he asked.

Brigit nodded, trembling at what she might see.

The blindfold was lifted. Before her stood a man as tall as herself - the
sexiest man she had ever slapped eyes on. A handsome man in his mid 30s with
rugged good looks and broad shoulders. His muscular chest was bare. He stepped
forward and kissed her on the cheek, tenderly, as his big hands ran up and
down her body. Brigit did not draw back, partly because she was frozen with
fear, and partly because she didn't want to. This man could have stepped right
out of one of her romance novels - the tall, dark stranger ready for action,
long hair and all. Her heart pounded. She began to pant into her ball-gag.

He kissed her other cheek. She could see in the twinkle in his eyes that he
knew he was turning her on. And he enjoyed turning her on. She melted into his
strong arms.

"I am going to remove your gag so that I may kiss your delicious lips, my
dear," he whispered in her ear. His breath was hot and sent chills up her
spine. "Would you like for me to do this?" he asked.

Brigit felt herself nod eagerly. "Uh-huh."

"You will not scream? You do not mind that we kiss?"

Brigit shook her head no. Kisses. That's what she wanted. More kissing. Less
delay.

He removed the gag and dropped it. Instantly, his hard, warm lips where on her
own. His hands cupped her ass and squeezed. Tongues probed in and out. She
felt herself moan from her toes up through her hair. This man, this big man,
this great big handsome man with the enormous erection pressed into her groin,
moaned too.

He was as moved as she was! What could be more perfect?

His hands roamed her body leaving pockets of thrilled flesh everywhere they
went. How she wished her hands were free so she could feel his rippling
muscles! She pressed her rack into him. He gave a step backward. For a moment,
she had forgotten how big she was. In her passion, she had almost knocked him
over!

He pushed back. "My, but you are a big girl." He growled.

Brigit blushed and dropped her head. She suddenly felt like a giant troll! Had
he just noticed how big she is? Would he be intimidated and turn her away? A
tear slid down her cheek.

"Just the big, sexy girl I've been looking for!" He spun her around, slapped
her ass hard and shoved her face-down onto a bed.

"Wait!" Brigit called. He had been looking for her? She felt terribly
frightened and thrilled at the same time. What did he mean? What did he want?
She tried to stand, but he pushed her back down again. Her top was on the bed.
Her long legs hung over the side with her feet slipping on the floor. With her
arms still tied, she could not brace herself to stand.

The stranger pulled her frock up in back, exposing her panties. The draft was
cool but his stiff meat sliding up the inside of her thigh was hot - his pants
were already off! She could feel his cock pulsing against her leg! He took a
knife and cut her panties away. He spread her big ass cheeks with strong, sure
hands.

It was all happening so fast! "Wait!" Brigit pleaded. "Oh god! Please wait!"

The stranger laughed. "You will give me this, my sweet, because I want it. You
are mine for the taking!" As if to prove it, he grunted and shoved until the
head of his prodigious root was planted up her tight ass. Brigit gasped when
he entered her anus with little to no ceremony. She clamped down, reflexively.
The humping came to a stop.

Something slippery ran down her ass-crack onto his boner. The humping began
again, more smoothly, almost pleasant. Brigit turned her head to see him flip
a plastic bottle of something back into a bedside table drawer. Lubricant, she
thought. Thanks god!

"Oh yeah!!" he snarled. "I love big, firm ass! Squeeze me, baby!"

Brigit's breath caught in her throat. He loved it, he had said. He LOVED it!
Thrill, fear and pain confused her. The man grabbed her hair and pulled back
as he thrust deeper. He hammered her ass like he was galloping on a horse.
Brigit clamped down, giving him the tightest ride she could. She would make
him love taking her up the ass!

She had been a virgin in all ways, until now. She had never had a man inside
her before, and certainly not in such a rough way. It hurt, even with
lubricant! "Ouch!" she cried. She was trembling, so frightened it did not
occur to her to fight back. She dared not ask him to stop, because he loved
it. She wanted to give him what he wanted.

He panted and grunted and fucked - paying her no mind. His strokes became
long, deep, deliberate. Brigit closed her eyes and clenched her teeth, flexing
her ass on his tool. Taking the pain.

After many minutes, he came deep inside her. He shivered and spanked her and
then lay on her back, sweating. "Very good!" he purred, eventually, when his
breath was back. "Very! You are an excellent ass-fuck, my sweet! Excellent
fuck. Strong muscle." He slapped her ass again. "Bouncy, firm cheeks. Tight
sphincter." He poked his thumb up her ass next to his cock. It hurt even more.
Brigit moaned.

Despite her terror, Brigit could not help but enjoy the compliments. He was
such a handsome devil - and gigantic, like her! She wondered if he weighed as
much as she - she guessed he was ten pounds lighter. She knew she could have
put up more of a fight if she really wanted to.

An excellent fuck, he had called her (ass-fuck, yes, but still!). Could she be
the best he ever had? Had she ruined him for other women? In her heart, she
felt she could do that - ruin him for other women. Would he be all hers, then?
Brigit sighed. Her young heart ran away with the idea.

"We will do so much more, my sweet," said the stranger, as if reading her
mind. He was washing up at a sink in the corner. He came back and turned her
over, still with her hands tied behind her. Brigit enjoyed how having her
hands bound gave her a feeling of helplessness. For once she wasn't in charge
of sex. She was the plaything!

The stranger climbed up, pulling her all the way onto the bed (causing him to
grunt with the effort). He sat on her tits, his hard penis bouncing in her
face. The stiff tube looked like a cannon to Brigit as she looked up the
length cross-eyed. "Have you ever tasted cock?" he asked her.

Brigit froze.

The stranger gave her a sweet smile. "Have you, young one?" He rubbed the tip
of his boner on her lips. "Tell me true."

"No, I haven't," she whispered as the cock passed over her moving lips. She
was dying to taste this one.

He smiled wider. He flicked her nose with the head of his cock. "Would you
like to taste... this one?"

She knew the answer was yes. But it took her thirty second to admit it.

He waited. He knew the answer, too.

Finally, she nodded and whispered, "Yes! Oh yes, please."

"Beg for it," he said.

"Please, Oh please let me taste your luscious cock," Brigit panted. "Please,
Master!"

"Luscious? Master? Nice mouth you have, my dear. For that I will let you give
it a little kiss."

She kissed the tip of his penis.

"Goooood girl. Now, lick it."

Eagerly, Brigit swirled her long tongue around the tip of his penis. She had
an exceptionally long tongue, even for her size.

"Jesus!" the stranger writhed on her chest, his eyes closed tight. He was
panting again now - aroused. Brigit watched him loose some of his self
control. His cock grew even larger and stiffer. "Do that again!" he commanded,
urgently.

Brigit smiled up into his eyes, her dimples were back. She had seen the
pleasure she had given him. Now was the time for her to show him what she
could do. She would ruin him for other women! She curled her tongue around his
shaft and slid it up and down. The stranger moaned. He began thrusting with
his hips and holding onto the headboard. She licked up and down his shaft. She
licked down to his balls, slapping her tongue over his anus and back up to the
tip of his throbbing bone as he slid his hips up and down.

"HOLY SHIT!" he screamed. He ranted on in his mother tongue, passionately.
Some sort of romance language.

I have him now, Brigit thought. He's never had anything so good! Coolly, she
took him apart with her tongue. He is mine! she thought.

Suddenly, he plunged his rock-hard member deep into her mouth. Brigit had
practiced on bananas and knew she had an excellent chance to deep throat
without gagging. She slurped him in. The handsome man rode her face, thrusting
his cock deeper and deeper. She licked his balls while his tool sank all the
way in.

"Oh my GOD!" He yelled. "Oh my.... Oh... Jesus! FUCK Jesus!" And then he came
deep down her throat, pulling her hair as he did. "OH! OH! OH! WHOOOOOH!"
Brigit swallowed. Twice. Three times. More. She wasn't going to let any of his
exploding come get away. It was all hers. She was a girl on a mission.

For a while, he lay quivering and twitching with his cock down her throat like
he was in shock.

Sweating and shaky, the stranger finally pulled his tool out of Brigit's face.
"Holy sweet mother of fucking god." He whispered. He looked down at her. "You
have sucked much dick before, no?" he panted.

"No," Brigit flashed her dimples. She knew she had done well. She batted her
china blue eyes up at him.

"Are you sure?" He looked disbelieving.

"Of course!" she giggled. I have him now, she thought. He loves me! Or at
least, he will learn to, for head like that!

"Well, THAT was..." He rubbed his face. "Wow! THAT! That.. was fucking...
amazing. Un-bee-fucking-leavable!" He stopped to catch his breath. "Wow... You
are going to make a lot of money for me, big girl. A lot of money!"

"Pardon?"

The stranger got up and pulled on his pants. "You belong to me, hot lips. Get
used to it. You are my dog. My plaything." He wiped his dick on her frock
before putting it away.

Brigit's heart fluttered. He was so tall and handsome. And he wanted to play
with her! "Will you untie my hands, please?" she asked. She soooo wanted to
pet his muscles.

"I'll do better," he replied. He produced a sharp knife from the bedside table
- the one he had used on her panties - and slit her bonds. "Lay down flat on
the bed."

Brigit did as told. Oh what will my lover do next? she thought. For now she
forgot the confusing comment about making him money. She was too ready for
love. Too willing to believe, to hope. To be a plaything.

He moved to the foot of the bed. "Spread your legs," he said.

Brigit tentatively spread her long legs. She was willing to loose her
virginity to this man. But she hoped he would show some tenderness in the act.
Not like how he had when taken her ass and face.

<Ka-chink> < Ka-chink > He snapped manacles from the corners of the bed onto
her ankles.

"What the heck?" Brigit said. She sat up.

The stranger leaped up onto her chest and forced her back down. He sat on her
neck with his legs on her shoulders. He struggled first with her right arm.
Using both of his, he got that wrist manacled to a top corner of the bed
before she even knew she was in a fight.

Brigit began to fight back in earnest now. This was not how it was supposed to
happen! Maybe after a few times, but not now! "Stop!" she yelled. "Hold on!"

But he was a big strong man. Very nearly as big as she. Using both of his
arms, he managed to put her left arm into the last manacle. Now she was
spread-eagle on the bed, trapped, held by her wrists and ankles. The stranger
sat with his firm ass on her neck. He was panting from the struggle.

Brigit thrashed against her bonds. "Not like this!" she cried.

The handsome stranger turned and sat on her face, now facing the rest of her
body. He ran his hands and eyes up and down her voluptuous form. "Nice," he
moaned as he pulled her jugs out into the open. "I'm going to have fun with
you tonight, hot lips. And when I've had my fill of you, after a month...
maybe three, I will turn you pro. You will make an excellent whore."

"You can't mean that!" Brigit gasped up his ass.

"Look around you!" He jumped off of her onto the floor. Suddenly, the handsome
face wore an evil sneer. "You're in my dungeon, you stupid bitch." He pointed
to a row of whips hanging from pegs on a wall, to a wrack in the far corner,
to manacles dangling from walls and beams. In her joy of looking at him she
had neglected to look at her surroundings. "Men will pay me much to fuck you!"
he continued. "They will pay to be beaten by you! By the busload they will
come! They will come and come and come! And I will get richer!" He stuck a
finger up her clam. Brigit squeaked and cringed. "Now rest up. I'm off to
dinner. I'll be back to mount you again, tonight." He pinched her cheek hard.
His fingers left her own clam juice on her face. "I look forward to seeing if
your twat is as talented as your ass and lips."

He left whistling happily.

Brigit cried and tugged lightly at her bonds. How could I have been so stupid?
she thought. Such a handsome man isn't meant for me!

She wept and twisted her bonds until she heard whispering in the hall.

"The boss said, don't touch!" whispered one of the two men from the van ride.

"Just a squeeze or two! What could it hurt?" said the other.

"Me first," said the driver. He walked confidently into the room. His eyes
grew big when he saw Brigit spread out on the bed with her boobs out and
ready. Her frock was pulled up to her waist, no panties in sight. Just wet,
strawberry blonde pie.

Brigit struggled a little harder. The tall bedposts she was attached to
creaked.

"Easy, big girl," said the driver. "I'm just gonna get my fingers wet... maybe
cop a feel... maybe hump your adorable hooters."

The other men snickered.

"Stay away," snarled Brigit. She fought her bonds. They creaked louder.

"So feisty!" said the driver. He climbed into the bed and slid two fingers up
Brigit's quim. He pulled them out and tasted them. "And yummy!"

Brigit snarled at him. She fought her bonds so hard that the bed bounced away
from the wall.

"Holy shit!" gasped one of the van men.

The driver steadied himself on the bed. His eyes were large. "Easy girl. Easy
now." He pulled off his pants and climbed up onto her chest. He pointed his
boner at her face and slid his tool up and down in her cleavage. "Ohhhhh
my..." It was half the size of the handsome man's tool, but still sizable. The
driver pushed her melons together around his shaft and twisted her nipples.

Brigit roared and fought. The bed bounced and creaked.

"Yeee-haw! I like em with some fight!" panted the driver as he rode her chest
like a bull rider. "Oh yeah!" Six more strokes and he came on Brigit's face,
splattering her from ear to ear. "Maybe that will dampen yer spirits!" he
laughed in her dripping face.

Brigit kicked her legs. There was a resounding CRACK! Her left leg was free.

"Shit!" spat the man on her chest. The other two gasped and backed away.

She kicked her right leg and yanked her arms. Her right leg and arm broke
free. The frame of the bed snapped. She grabbed the driver and stuffed his
head and shoulders between her thighs. She clamped down on it.

"Help!" Came his muffled cry. "She's killing me!"

Brigit broke her last hand free and sat up on his head, her full weight on his
skull. The other two men were making for the door. She hopped out of bed,
shedding broken chunks of bedpost, leaving the driver gasping for air.

Brigit sprinted to the door. Her long legs covered the space quickly. She
blocked the escape of the other two men. She didn't want them to get away
unharmed. They were both around five feet ten and lean - they knew they were
no match for her. They turned to run back into the room, but Brigit grabbed
them both in strangle holds, one under each arm.

They clutched at her arms and gasped for air. She squeezed harder. Their
tongues stuck out.

Panting and red-faced, the driver circled away from her. "Now... now don't get
excitable... it was just a bit of fun," he stammered. He tried to dodge past
her. She blocked his path. "Maybe we got a little out of hand... and for that,
I am truly sorry." She dragged the other two men with her until she had the
driver trapped in a corner. Manacles clanked and dangled from her wrists and
ankles. Her shadow covered him.

"I'm sorry!" he whimpered and clasped his hands, looking up at her. "Please
don't kill me!"

Brigit planted a foot in the driver's exposed nuts. The driver yelped and fell
over. She let go of the other two men. They fell to the ground - purple faced
and out cold. Brigit picked up the driver by his throat and growled into his
face. "Lick that off!" she pointed to the come on her face.

Quivering with fear, the driver licked. He gobbled every last drop. Then
Brigit drove her forehead into his nose, breaking it. Blood splattered onto
her nice white frock. "Look what you did!" she yelled, pointing at the little
red dots. She raised her arm and smashed him in the forehead with her elbow.
The driver went limp. She dropped him on top of his friends.

Brigit walked back to the broken bed and wiped blood off her face and chest
with the sheet.

"What the hell is this?" It was the tall dark stranger. He looked as handsome
as ever, maybe more so when he was mad.

Brigit felt a part of her wanting to give in to him - to experience this big
man insider her again - maybe breaking her virginity. But this wasn't a
romance novel. She would have to live with herself. She knew what kind of man
he was, now.

He took in the broken bed and beaten men, the blood stains on Brigit's frock.
"Up against the wall," he snarled. A long blade appeared in his hand.

How many knives does this guy have? she wondered. Brigit circled toward the
wall. Manacles hung six feet from the floor, six in a row.

"Put your arm in that one." He pointed to a manacle. He wanted her to
cooperate with getting trapped again.

Brigit placed her wrist near the manacle and tried to look contrite. The
stranger reached forward to close it on her wrist.

Brigit moved quickly, clamping his wrist in the manacle instead of hers. Then
she jumped back as his knife swished in the air where she had been.

"Damn you! I will fuck you to death for this, cunt!" He snarled. The stranger
stuck his knife in the wall and used his free hand to pull keys from his
pocket. "I will chock you to death on cock! You are dead, bitch!"

Brigit leaped forward and wrestled the keys from him. In the process, she
mashed him into the wall with her body. She grabbed a handful of his long hair
and banged his head against the wall. While he was recovering, she snatched
the knife.

Brigit felt the heft of the long blade in her hand. It had a good balance. She
slid it into her blue sash. She used the keys to unlock the manacles on her
own wrists and ankles.

The stranger recovered and gave her his heart-melting smile. "Very cute... yes
you are, darling. Now... give me the keys and we will have magnificent sex
together. You and I!"

Brigit wavered inside. He smiled and winked. Would she ever get the chance to
be fucked by a man as beautiful as this again? So hung? So strong and tall?
Her hand holding the key moved toward him. Then she closed her fist on the
keys and punched him in the mouth.

He took the punch, grabbed her hair with his free hand, and pounded her head
into the wall. He was stronger than she had expected. The biggest person she
had ever clashed with.

Brigit screamed, then pulled back. She shot a knee up into the man's gut. He
gasped. She punched him in the mouth again. A tooth flew out. He began to
stagger on his legs.

She pulled his face down onto her knee as she drove it up. He was truly groggy
now. She had him. She could take her time. Brigit pushed him up against the
wall, positioning him just so. His head lulled. Blood mixed with drool ran
from his fat lips.

Then she kicked him in the balls like she was going for a fifty yard field
goal. He lifted off the floor.

The stranger collapsed and hung whimpering from his one secured wrist, still
conscious and wishing he wasn't.

Brigit lifted him and clicked his other wrist in place. He was bound face
toward the wall now. Brigit pulled his pants off. She locked his legs into
manacles on the floor. These made him stand in the police pat-down position -
legs spread wide.

The man retched from the pain. "Please let me go," he moaned. Brigit ignored
him.

She looked around. "So this is a professional dungeon," she said. "For like,
perverts and stuff to have fun - a playground for sex freaks." She smiled.
"And I mean, ALL kinds of fun. Must have a lot of toys, I bet. I'm toying with
becoming a bit of a pervert myself. Could be fun!" She hunted in drawers near
the broken bed. She found keys, knives, lubricants, silks and pills... Nothing
she wanted.

She searched a closet. "Oh! This might do for a start..." She wiggled out off
her frock and stood naked. Though her tits were big, they were so firm that
she seldom wore a bra. She pulled out a black corset and held it up. "Way too
small. Figures! What have we here?" She pulled out thigh-high black boots. She
put them on. They fit! The four inch heels brought her height up to six feet
eight inches. "Nice!" She admired how they made her ass look in a full wall
mirror.

Brigit felt fully awake for the first time in her life. She saw a big,
powerful, gorgeous young woman in that mirror. She could reach out and take
any damn thing she wanted! A world of men waited out there to serve her! And
she deserved it all!

She took a moment to fix her hair in a thick strawberry braid. "No more
romance novels," she snarled. "I'm gonna be my own fucking fantasy!"

In the top drawer of a cabinet in the corner, she found what she wanted most.
She pulled out a crotch harness and strap-on cock, all shiny black leather,
rubber and plastic. "I've heard about these!" She had to expand the straps to
fit her ass.

She took a short black whip from a peg on the wall.

"No! Please!" begged her handsome man, manacled to the wall. He was more awake
now.

Brigit whipped him lightly a few times for fun. He writhed. She ran her
fingers along the red tracks she left on his flesh. Such power! It was so
easy!

She leaned over his shoulder. "Stick your ass out." She whispered. As she
stuck her long tongue in his ear and splashed it around, she wrapped the whip
around the man's throat. She slowly constricted his throat with it him until
he complied.

Timidly, he poked his ass out. She spread his cheeks with strong, sure hands,
leaving th whip around his neck. Brigit pushed her new meat into place, up his
ass. The man howled with pain as she wobbled the thick boner into place. She
used no lubricant.

"I'm young and strong," she warned him over his shoulder. "I'm gonna hump you
for hours." She said "hours" all breathy.

Brigit made good on her promise. She whipped and humped that man to the brink
of death. After the first hour, the other men had awoken to see their boss
getting ass raped by a giant mad woman with a whip. They had crawled away and
fled the building, never to return.

By the time she stopped, she was covered in salty sweat. The man had passed
out and stopped begging for mercy. His ass was crimson red. His flesh was
striped and crossed with red lines from the whip. Brigit left the cock up his
bum and un-strapped herself from the harness.

Brigit put her frock back on. She slipped a whip and knife into the sash. The
blood stains were startling but not too bad. She had no panties. In exchange,
she kept the boots. They looked even hotter with the innocent frock. From the
hem of the frock to the top of the boots was a four inch ribbon of exposed
thigh.

Out in the next room, she found Robbie, still bound and gagged. Next to him
was a large safe.

"Just a sec Robbie," she said. "I'll be right back."

She went back to the handsome man and slapped him until he revived.

"Please no!" he whimpered. "I've had enough!"

Brigit put her face next to his. "Tell me the combination to the safe and I
will not continue fucking you for the next five days." She whispered.

The man hesitated.

Brigit twisted and jiggled the cock in his anus. It slid out a few inches. She
crammed it back in by smashing her knee into the base of it.

The man stiffed. "40-26-38!" he shouted.

Brigit strode away without thanking him.

"Aren't you going to set me free?" he begged.

Brigit laughed and kept walking.

When she and Robbie were outside, they realized that they were out later than
they should be - it was dawn. A cool breeze blew up her frock. It felt good on
her wet clam.

Brigit tossed the big box of money into the van and slid in behind the wheel.
The safe had been packed with twenties and fifties, plus a few notebooks full
of names and addresses. Brigit took those plus a selection of whips,
lubricants and restraining devices.

"Mother will throw a fit about me being out all night," she said, lightly.

Robbie, who hadn't taken his eyes off of her yet, finally spoke. "Brigit, with
that whip in your sash, and that knife, and those boots... you look so hot I
can hardly stand it!" He adjusted the wood in his pants. Brigit eyed the
bulge. For a little guy he was very well hung. Almost as big as the handsome
stranger.

Brigit smiled. Robbie was sweet. He really loved her, and he had the balls to
show it. "I'll drive you back to your car, then you can drive me home. I'll
count the money and we'll split it after we've had some rest."

"Sure," Robbie said. "Maybe we could watch a movie tonight." He seemed less
interested in the great pile of cash than in licking her new boots, the way he
kept eyeing them.

"On your folks' sofa, I hope," Brigit said. "I've got a few things I want to
try on you." She licked her lips meaningfully with her long tongue. "I'll wear
the boots."

"Whatever you say!" Robbie gulped.

"And Robbie?" she whispered conspiratorially and leaned closer. "I'm not
wearing any panties right now." Brigit winked and lifter her frock to prove
it.

"Oh great lord!" He grabbed his crotch and winced. "I can't stand it! You're
tormenting me!" He got down on his knees. "PLEASE! May I eat you out while you
drive. Please? I wont get in the way!" he begged.

Brigit looked down. If he crawled on the floor to the side of her seat and
wiggled up, he could do it without being in the way of her long legs and the
peddles. "Hmmmm..." she said. "I guess you've been a good enough boy for
that." She sat forward, spread her legs and let his face in.

The first man to lick her clam, coming up! She was thrilled with anticipation.
She enjoyed the first few exploratory slurps of her boyfriend's tongue on her
muff. It was perfectly erotic. The little guy had talent. For now, he was all
the man she wanted.

She couldn't wait to see the look on his face when her long tongue wrapped
around his stiff pole.