The Garage Sale By Montrose She cross-dresses him forcibly, then rapes him ====== Send comments to montrose@cyberbabies.com ====== It was late in the afternoon on a beautiful summer day; I had a mild beer buzz going; the wind was blowing out; and my team had won the home-run derby. Life was seldom better. On the way to the bus stop I saw a sign on the side of an apartment building, "Yard Sale". Great. Some poor sap was trying the pawn the disheveled remnants of their life for a bag full of nickels. I collect beer signs and wear "vintage" clothing, so I decided to check it out. After wondering down a dark, cool causeway I came out in a sunny back yard strewn with crap. Lamps without shades, ash trays stolen from motels, and racks of girl's clothes filled the space where lawn chairs should have been. No beer signs or men's clothes. I was about to turn and leave when I saw the person who owned the litter - a tall, broad shouldered woman of 25 years or so. She had short-cropped dark hair and wore a tight T-shirt, high riding red satin shorts, and nothing else - not even foundation garments by the display of high beams under her tightly stretched T-shirt. Her legs rose up well over 3 feet. Her head rose maybe three inches higher than mine, making her about 6' 4" tall. Given her broad shoulders, ample chest and powerful ass, she easily had me out-weighed by 30 or 40 pounds of solid meat. I'm 6'1" and 170 - kinda tall, but thin. Just to have an excuse to stay and check her out I started flipping through a rack of clothes, forgetting that they were all girls. "Are you a cross-dresser?" She asked. "Pardon?" "You're looking through my old school clothes. You like to dress up like a little girl, do you?" "Oh." I stammered. "It's not..." "Because I got a white blouse I used to wear in grade school that I bet would fit you real nice. You're almost as big as I was back then." She eyed me over in a lurid manner. "I'd like to see how you look in it." "You would?" I asked with a sly smile. "I'd like to see you in your old school uniform, too. I guess we have a lot in common." She stepped up to me with her hands on her hips, meaning to intimidate me and doing a very good job. "Except that you can still fit in my old school uniform." She said. She grabbed her tits and bounced them in my face. "These big girls would never fit in that little thing. Let alone my guns." Here she flexed her biceps, stretching the arms of her T-shirt tight. I was dumb-struck. I couldn't help but stare at this massive young beauty who posed and flexed for me. She stood so close I could feel the humidity rise from her smooth skin. I inhaled and enjoyed the smells of her sweat and breath. "Go ahead. Try it on, cutey." She thrust a frilly white blouse in my face. "That's okay." I replied, coming out of my stupor. "I'm not really..." "I didn't ask you, girly. I told you. Put it on." I just stared up at her. Was she serious?! I wasn't about to put on a blouse. "Do you need me to make you cooperate?" she asked. As if to answer her own question she tucked the blouse into her shorts and grabbed my arm, hauling me out to the open part of the yard. I tried to free my arm from her grip but never came close. She swung me around until I fell, then she twisted my arm in odd directions designed to rip it from its socket. I yelled in pain and protest. She let go of my arm, grabbed my T-shirt, and ripped it in two, clean off of my body. Then she stood over me and dropped her old blouse onto my naked chest. "Put it on." she said. "What are you, kinky?" I asked. She dropped down onto me and flipped me over onto my stomach. "Don't you understand English?" she growled. She forced my arms into the sleeves, again ripping muscle and cartilage in the process, then flipped me over. Nothing I did in my struggles against her made the slightest bit of difference. I could not even slow her down. She pinned my arms to the ground with her knees and casually buttoned up the blouse. She lifted me quickly to my feet. The blouse fit very well, but a little loose in the chest. "I knew it!" she said. "You're almost as big as I was in 8th grade! What a little slut I was!" "I'm sorry I didn't know you then." I whispered rubbing my painful shoulder through the soft fabric. "You bet yer ass you are." She replied. She rubbed my sides and pressed into me. "hmmm. Very smooth. You know, maybe I am a little kinky, but it's getting me hot seeing you in my old school clothes." She began to breath harder and rub me all over. I was pissed. She wasn't content to humiliate me by dressing me in that ridiculous blouse. Now she had to grab a cheap feel! I tried to push her away, but ended up rocketing myself backwards. She did not budge. "Don't be like that, girly." She said in a low, sexy voice. I'm just havin' a little fun. She stepped up and slid her hand over my groin. My cock twitched to life under her firm grip. I was still pissed and used both of my hands to push her hand away. "Knock it off." I yelled. She plowed a wide knuckled fist into my bread basket, driving the air from my lungs and doubling me to the ground. "I said I'm gonna have fun." she whispered. "And I am. This can go easy or hard. It's up to you." Once I caught my wind I stood and swung a fist at her head. She slapped it away before contact. I tried again for her belly. She let that one land. When it connected my wrist cracked and shards of pain streaked up my arm. I grabbed my hand and gasped. She back handed me to the ground. My face felt like it was on fire from the sting of the blow. I stood and looked her over. She was kicking my ass without even trying. I could see that nothing I did was giving her any trouble at all. She put her hands on her hips, smiled, and strolled toward me. "Are you through playing, little girl? Do you want some more rough stuff?" I slowly backed away. She grabbed my arm, twisted it behind my back and jammed me up against the tall wood fence. "Take off your pants." she whispered. I knew I couldn't fight my way out. I was resigned. Besides, she was gorgeous! Maybe I could have some fun, too. "You take something off. It's your turn." I replied as she mashed me into the fence. She cuffed my ear. "Take 'em off." she whispered again. Shaking with rage and pain, I unbuckled and dropped my jeans. It was humiliating being slapped around by this giantess so easily. She grabbed my pants and ripped them in two with her bare hands. Jeans! Her arms were pumped from the effort. At last something had made her use a major percentage of her muscle. She reached down and tore my underwear off in shreds. I let out a little yelp in fear of having my balls torn off next. I shivered, naked except for the blouse, and cowered before her. "You look so vulnerable and inviting..." she said softly, stroking my chin. "Here." she handed me a pair of panties, knee socks, oxford shoes and a plaid skirt from the rack. The rest of the uniform. "Put them on." She stood close over me - feeling me up - pinching my nipples, ass, and balls, as I slipped into each item of clothing. It made getting dressed take quite a while. By the time I was dressed I was whimpering, with red welts all over. She was a nubile, mountainous goddess, and I wanted to climb all over her, but all I could do is comply with her strange demands. "You look real nice, little girl." she whispered in my ear. Her breath sent a thrill down my spine. I couldn't help but run my hand along her great round biceps. Drool sprang to my lips. "I mean it, sugar. You look so good I just want to eat you up. In fact, I thing I will." She gathered me up in her arms and strode into the apartment building eating up the ground with those long, strong legs. She burst into an apartment and dropped me to my feet, encased in the chunky oxfords. "Please don't hurt me." I begged softly. "Don't be frightened, little girl. I'll take real good care of you. You just relax and enjoy yourself." She ran her hands up and down my body and rubbed her massive chest in my face. I grew hard in the constrictive panties as my tongue darted out for her nipples as they passed over my mouth. She slipped down to one knee and rubbed up and down my legs, crushing her chest into my expanding lap snake. Eventually her roving hands wondered up my skirt. Her long, powerful fingers found my panties and stroked and rubbed all around them. She started with my ass and worked her way around to my groin. I shuddered and let out a moan. She almost made me come right in my panties, but stopped in time. "That's right you pretty little thing. Let yourself go." She slid her fingers up into my panties and stroked my sack and rod, then slid my panties down to my ankles, slipping one side off. Then she lifted my skirt and slipped her face underneath. Her tongue exploded onto my groin like a playful otter bent on exploring a new territory. I yelled out loud as a spasm rocked my body. She chuckled under my skirt. I started stroking her hair as she worked. She was so powerful and so much in charge of my body. I prayed she would take me in her mouth. And she did. She slipped the head of my shaft into her mouth and forced it deep into her face. I remained half out. I slid back and without thinking rammed my cock hard into her face. It sank two thirds in this time as it stretched out her throat. She moaned appreciatively. She grabbed my ass and coerced one of my legs over her shoulder. I rammed again. Still more shaft remained to be driven home. I rammed as heard as I could over and over, but her throat was so tight. Suddenly she hoisted me up to sit in the palms of her hands with my legs over her shoulders and rammed me into her face. I almost fell off with the force of the thrust. I grabbed a handful of her hair and held on. She slid me back and rammed again, and again until my belly slapped her face. Finally she had me lodged completely down her throat. She rolled my cock and balls around in her mouth as her throat constricted hard along my shaft. Barried deep in her face I mounted the steps of orgasm quickly and peaked - splashing my wad deep into her gullet. When she pulled me out I came again, covering her lips and eyes with creamy jiz. Now I'm in trouble, I thought. She set me down on the floor, wiped her face on my skirt, then stuffed her tongue down my throat. "Nice job, little girl. Now it's my turn." She stood over me. "Undress me." From my knees I pulled her silky, tight shorts down and off. Her meaty muff dripped with a honey-like goo. The power of her loins frightened me. What if she lost control and crushed my skull? It looked easily possible given the muscle mass in that area. She didn't give me much chance to think about it. She fell back into an easy chair and stuffed my face into her groin and began humping my nose. It was not a matter of my being good. I didn't get a chance to use any oral skill. She simply took my face and used it to get off, fast, hard, and over and over. She yelled, pitched, and twisted as she climaxed, nearly tearing my head from my neck. Her goo filled my nostrils, making it hard to breath. I snorted some out and swallowed huge loads just to get air. When she was done with my face my nose was packed with her juice, beet red from the abuse, and puffing up. Finally she was satisfied and relaxed her grip. I was allowed to pull my head from her musky groin. She looked up at me from the chair. Her eyes had a dreamy afterglow floating in them. "That'll be $300 for the outfit." she panted. "What." "The school uniform." she replied. "You don't have anything else to wear home, remember? Besides, you enjoyed it so much." How did she know I was beginning to enjoy the cross gender nature of our encounter? I had protested so much at the start. Now I knew I would have to try it again. "But I only have a few bucks." I murmured. "I know." She said. "I have your wallet. And I'm keeping it, except your cash station card." She flipped that over to me. "If you don't come back with the rest in an hour I will hunt you down like a dog and hospitalize you. I do have your license, you know. I assume the address is correct." It was. So now she wanted me to walk to the corner store, withdraw hundreds of dollars and walk back dressed as a school girl? "I'm afraid." I admitted. "Do you think some tough boys will beat you up?" I nodded. "Oh all right. I'll go with you." She got up and slipped her tight shorts back on. "I'll protect you." We had only gone a block when three young boys spotted me from an alley. They whistled and jeered, then began to follow. After another block the big woman pushed me into another alley. "This way." she said. The boys followed, picking up their pace. "Hey big momma! Who's yer bitch? Maybe I want a piece of her? You wanna sell? I got cigarettes!" They all laughed. I turned crimson. "Are you insulting the integrity of my girl?" Asked the amazon. The boys all laughed again. "Step aside big momma! We're gonna have some fun with yer whore." She grabbed the biggest one by his leather jacket and started slapping his face back and forth. Blood and teeth soon rained from his mouth. He put up his hands but they simply got knocked out of the way. As the others moved in she lifted her victim over her head and slammed him head first at the feet of his companions. They tripped over his body and fell at her feet. She lifted them both by the scruff of the neck, took them over to a brick wall and rubbed their faces back and forth over the rough surface until their faces were a bloody pulp. The begged and yelped, but she didn't stop until she was satisfied. Only one boy remained conscious. She dropped the other and held him up by his throat. "Apologize to the lady." She growled. "I'm sorry man! Please forgive me! Please stop!" He coughed out. She looked down at me. "Are you satisfied with that?" She asked. I wasn't satisfied. "Break his arm for me, wont you dear?" I asked as softly as I could. "Certainly my pet." "No! Please!" But it was too late. Quick as a wink she let go of his neck, grabbed his arm, and bent his elbow the wrong way over her knee. He passed out from the pain and joined his friends on the grimy alley ground. "Now let's go get my money." She said. I still stop by and see her. I dare not show up without my school girl uniform or several hundred dollars, but I would never let that stop me. In fact, I'm learning to accessorize! Now if I can just get her to stop using that cruel dildo...