Gentle Brutality
By Montrose
Meet a Gentle Giantess with a Dominating Kink

What struck me at first, standing behind her at the grocery store, was her tremendous 
height and presence. I'm 6'2" and 190 pounds, a worshipper of tall women, and generally 
disappointed that it is so hard to find women significantly taller than me, let alone women 
that have a more commanding physique. I mean, I'm not an athlete, but I can appear 
intimidating because of my size, even to some men.

The woman standing before me in line was so vastly beyond me that she appeared at ease 
with her dominance. At peace with it. A gentle giantess with a shining aura of calm that 
covered yards of space all around her. She knew she was being admired, by more than 
just me, and she didn't care one way or the other. Her creamy white, oval face showcased 
enormously round, luminescent brown eyes. Such self possession and peace was in those 
eyes as to give her the countenance of a Goddess among mortals. Her hair was hidden, 
tucked into a cap, showing off a muscular, long neck. Turning my face up to see hers 
craned my neck - I can only assume she stood 6'8" or taller. 

Breathtaking.

She looked down upon me with passing interest. One moment her eyes were on me - 
arousing me - and the next, they had moved on. Another sweep. She took in my 
adoration, accepted it as she would any trifle rightfully hers, and moved on again. I was 
just one of many mortals caught up in her vortex.

I finally allowed my eyes to see more of her. She was built like a warrior, so at odds with 
her peaceful face. Powerful shoulders, massive chest protruding out of her soft, black 
leather jacket, just a hint of roundness to her middle, and well rounded hips on solid legs 
- how my heart pounded taking her in. 280 pounds? 300? I couldn't tell. She obviously 
had a lot of muscle on her big, sturdy frame.

It took me a while to notice the dwarf attached to her side.

Not really a dwarf. He probably stood 5'5" or so, rubbing the giantess's broad bottom 
with his tiny hand. Next to her he looked like a child, if it weren't for his fuzzy red beard. 
She barely acknowledged him as she paid for their groceries and accepted the bags to 
carry out. Her dwarf trotted a step behind her like a dog.

Lucky fucking dwarf.

"Did you find everything you need, Sir?" The curvy little checkout girl smiled up at me, 
like she does every week - a blonde 20 something who has been trying to make my 
acquaintance. I barely nodded at her. "Having a nice evening?" Too much perky in her 
voice.

I paid for my beer with a sigh, my heart still pounding, my rod stirring in my jeans. 
Lucky, fucking little bastard dwarf.

When I picked up my six pack, I saw another bag waiting. Apples and cheese. Hadn't the 
goddess been buying those along with other things? "I'll catch up with her," I told the 
checkout girl. 

"I should go with you," she replied. "I can close down quickly."

I grabbed the Goddess's bag and ran. Fuck the checkout girl. The next guy in line, 
thankfully, kept her there. I would rather have a short conversation with this Goddess 
than a blowjob in my car from little Miss Perky.

She had just finished loading her bags when I ran up to her. The dwarf was in the front 
passenger seat. I ran right up to her, thrilling myself with her closeness. I spoke my first 
words to her. "Miss, I believe you forgot this."

She smiled down at me and took me in with her eyes once again. ZING! It was like she 
could see right through me and knew how much I wanted her. She smiled and took the 
bag from me. I surrendered my heart.

"Yes I did." Her voice was a rumbling alto, as soft as her skin. She turned to put the 
apples and cheese into her car. I panicked. I had no more reason to stand there! We 
would be parted!

"MynameisMonty," I let out in a breathless rush.

She turned back to me in her own time. She held out a big hand. "Well, hello Monty. You 
may call me Charlotte," she said.

Charlotte! My heart sang the name! Mistress Charlotte! Goddess Charlotte!

I took her hand to shake it. It was a firm grip (making one of my knuckles pop) and she 
didn't seem in a hurry to let my hand go. Her fingers wrapped all the way around my 
hand and overlapped. A jolt shot up my arm, not just of pain, but of joy.

My mouth went on despite the fact that her dwarf could hear me. "You're the most 
amazing woman I have ever met. Ever seen!"

Her lips turned up on one side. Was she pleased? She kept my hand in hers, her eyes 
glittering with soft amusement. "Amazing, am I? How would you know? We just met."

I gulped. "I... I think you are... I mean..." My heart leaped to my throat and smothered 
my words.

Still holding my hand, she pulled me close. I stumbled forward. I had to look straight up 
to see her gentle brown eyes. "I believe what you mean to say is, you... NEED... me." 
She whispered this fact down to me. She put a hand in the small of my back and pulled 
me closer - my chest to her lower ribs. "You need me BAD. Real bad. True?"

I nodded. My mouth ran dry. I was enveloped in the heat of her body. Her soapy, musky 
smell hit me. Her heavy boobs rested on my shoulders.

"Then this must be your lucky night. I have decided to take you," she said with her hand 
caressing my back, holding me up. "But you will have to do as I say. There is an ATM in 
that store." She let go of my hand and cupped my chin. "Pull out $200 and meet me back 
here." She bent and engulfed my face in an all-too-brief kiss, her tongue rimming my lips. 
"I will wait for five minutes, but no more." She let go of me and walked around to the 
driver's door. Her long strides were fluid and graceful. Her rump shot from one side to 
the other with an all-but audible BANG at the end of each swing - perhaps provided by 
my heart.

I fell to one knee right there - dizzy - but I knew the clock was ticking. It was true what 
she said. I NEEDED her! I ran to the store. Fat fingering at the ATM with shaky hands 
gave me 300 instead of 200, but it didn't matter. I ran back. She was still there! I held up 
the money at the driver's window. 

She hitched her thumb to the back seat. "Get in, Baby."

Baby? I'm 47 and she looked to be in her early- to mid-20s. But who was I to argue?

I did as told. Holding my cash, I looked around. A late-model, high-end version of that 
SUV based on the desert military vehicle, with the driver's seat shoved way back. Nice 
in a gas-hog sort of way. Big enough to hold Charlotte, I suppose. The dwarf in the front 
didn't look my way. Charlotte didn't say anything. She just started driving. Panting, I 
tucked my money into my wallet. Then I clicked my seat belt.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"My place," said Charlotte.

The rest of the trip passed in silence. I kept my eyes on Charlotte's eyes in the rear view 
mirror. Charlotte watched the road. I don't believe the dwarf even moved from staring 
out his window.

Her place turned out to be a tasteful ranch house on maybe 10 acres of land well past the 
outskirts of town. Several families owned such places, usually if they wanted to own 
horses but didn't want to live too far from town. Wealthy retirees or upper management 
types. They served as a barrier between the town and the farms and woods that 
surrounded it.

Not a bad place for one so young. Not outlandish, but better than I could afford.

Charlotte got out and opened my door - the SUV rocked as she left the seat. I unbuckled 
and hopped down beside her. She put her big hand in the small of my back and moved 
me along beside her. 

I looked back at the SUV.

"He'll stay there until I tell him otherwise," she said, reading my mind.

I relaxed. The dwarf wasn't going to be in the house while I had fun with the Amazon 
goddess? Fireworks shot through me! I couldn't believe my great luck! She was all mine, 
tonight!

Before I knew it, we were in her home. She locked the door and drew the blinds on the 
front window. "Take off your shoes," she told me as she shrugged off her enormous soft 
leather coat. It fell to the floor with a bump - must have been heavy. She wore a deep 
green dress that looked to be home made and fit her to perfection. It tucked in close 
around her middle, showing off her massive rack. A minimalist version of a milk maid's 
dress came to mind. She was an amazing mix of sweet innocence and bone crushing 
menace.

She pulled off her hat and shoulder length wavy brown locks tumbled out. 

"Wow." I couldn't help but say it. In a normal sized room, she seemed even bigger.

"I'm glad you showed up tonight," she said. "I was hoping for a workout."

I puzzled over that as I pushed off my sneakers. 

She sat on the arm of a thick sofa and lifted a booted foot at me. I instinctively put my 
hands to the heel of her boot and pulled. It was a flat heeled man's biker boot, sturdy and 
black. Her big foot came into view. Charlotte wiggled her sock covered toes at me, 
having no trouble holding up that massive leg. "Do you want to kiss it, or massage it?" 
she asked, giving me a choice. 

"Both!"

She laughed. "Go ahead, Baby." I dropped to my knees before her and massaged her arch 
and heel as I kissed her sweaty sock on the ball of her foot. Fuzz got in my mouth. She 
laughed again. "Take the sock off first, silly boy!"

I did as told. That was so much more satisfying. She seemed to think so too. She leaned 
back and moaned. "Harder, baby. Massage harder."

My hands grew tired from massaging here right foot before she let me move on to her 
left. My arms burned before she let me stop.

Once she was satisfied with her foot rubs and my tongue had licked off all of her foot 
sweat, she planted her big legs on either side of me and guided my head up under her 
green dress. "Let me introduce you to my flower." The smell of moist clam hit me in a 
wave. She scooted forward on the arm of the sofa and pressed my face deep into her 
beefy muff - no panties. I licked. Soooo juicy.

"Good Baby," she moaned. "Now, keep licking and hand over your money."

I handed up my wallet while she held my face in place, forgetting that it held something 
over $300 rather than the $200 she had asked for. I decided I didn't care. I kept licking. 
Charlotte guided my face, sometimes crushing it into her pie or her asshole in fits of 
orgasm. Her big legs clamped and released around me. She was sweating and panting 
before she pulled her dress off.

I have no idea how much time passed. She kept riding my face over and over, howling at 
the ceiling as she came.

Eventually, she petted my wet cheeks between her legs as she turned my face up to look 
her in the eye. My cock - still trapped in my pants - was raging for action. "Now... let's 
have some fun," she panted. "Are you looking forward to letting me take you up the 
ass?"

My heart stopped. What had she said? 

Her gentle eyes twinkled above me. Her smile grew. "You look frightened. I'm guessing 
this will be your first time. Don't worry. You may not walk the same when you leave, but 
you will live. I promise. I haven't killed anyone yet with my 10 inch strap-on."

"I... I don't... 10? 10! I..."

She clamped a hand over my mouth and nose and another on the back of my head. I 
couldn't breath. I struggled, but she held me solid. Her mighty legs wrapped around my 
middle, crushing my ribs.

"I don't mind if you fight. You can consider this sex, or robbery and rape. That's up to 
you. But I assure you, I AM going to have my way with you, Baby. After all, half of my 
ancestors were vikings. Why shouldn't I rape and pillage?" Her eyes and voice were still 
so soothing, yet completely sure!

Now I fought for real. My fist came down on her shoulder. Quite ineffectual, but it was 
as hard as I could punch. My fist just bounced off of her broad muscle.

"Has it come to hitting?" she asked. "Very well, then." She released my face, letting me 
inhale. Her legs opened. Then she slapped me so hard I flew backwards. 

I scrambled to my feet, stumbled to a knee, and stood again, bent over, feeling in my 
mouth for loose teeth. The room was spinning. She stood before me wearing nothing but 
a black bra. Her fist met my belly under my ribs in an upper-cut and drove the wind from 
me, lifting me from the floor. I collapsed at her feet, coughing - nearly throwing up.

I was already beaten and helpless. Calmly, she turned me on my back and flattened me to 
the floor in a schoolgirl pin. God was she heavy! I couldn't breathe. Definitely over 300 
pounds! I felt my ribs compress under her shockingly firm ass. Slowly she pulled off her 
bra as she crushed me, looking down at me as if I was a naughty pet. She took a moment 
to fluff her hair as I turned red in the face from lack of air. Her hooters danced in 
amazing flotation far above. She adjust a little, making sure my arms were well tucked 
under her legs.

"Here's a little something to remember me by." She raised a fist. I saw it descend and 
connect with my right eye. It felt like she cracked my cheekbone, trapping my head 
between her fist and the wood floor.

"God! AH!" I bucked and cried out and struggled under her bulk. My efforts barely 
jiggled her fleshy bosom. 

She patted my eye. "Not bad. I take pride in the black eyes I can give with one punch. 
This one will blossom nicely." I winced as she pushed the tender, already swelling skin 
around. "It's an art, you know."

"Please," I gasped. "I'm sorry." I was whimpering a little now. Shame filled me. I also 
filled with fear of this big woman. I had no control of what was happening.

"What are you sorry about?" she asked, truly interested. "That you were stupid enough to 
hit me? That you are so small and weak? That you ever got yourself into this mess?"

"I'm afraid," I admitted. 

"That shows that you aren't actually stupid."

"And I'm sorry I hit you," I went on. "Please forgive me. I really want to be here." Even 
trapped under her, this was true.

"Of course you do. And, there is nothing to forgive," she said. "I barely felt it. I just 
didn't want you to think you could get away with it, Baby." Her big hands lovingly 
stroked my face and neck, soothing me, wiping away my tears. "Now, it's time to move 
on with our evening. I'm going to smother you."

"What?"

"I'm going to sit on your face and smother you."

"No!"

Charlotte raised an eyebrow. "Are you going to stop me?" Her eyes twinkled with 
amusement at the thought.

She waited for me to answer. Of course I couldn't. I could tell from my previous 
struggles that I was no more than a child to her in strength, and in size. "I can't stop you," 
I whispered.

"Then why do you say no, silly Baby?"

"I... I was being stupid again."

She bent down and kissed me. "You're learning," she whispered. "Good Baby." She 
turned around, keeping my arms pinned as she did. "Here we go, now. Lights out." Her 
ass hovered over my face, blotting out all else. "On to the smothering." She pulled her 
cheeks wide, showing me her pink anus. Then she plopped her entire self down onto my 
head, engulfing it, my neck and my shoulders.

There was no air. There was no light. There was hardly any sound. I bucked and thrashed 
out of the need to survive, my body taking over even though my mind knew it was 
useless. I didn't think she would kill me, but my body knew she could and panicked. Her 
legs held my arms down. I screamed up her butt. I tried to inhale. Nothing. More panic. 
Spinning. Fear. Darkness.

. . . . . . .

When I came to I had a raging headache. I was on my belly on a bed with my legs 
hanging off. I guessed it was a high, firm bed, given that my toes didn't touched the 
floor. My skull felt like it had been split open. The pink and green quilt was soft.

"Back with me? You're awake?" asked Charlotte from behind me. "Good. I hate 
delivering the first strokes to the unconscious. I like to watch your muscles tense against 
it."

It was then that I realized she had my arms pinned under her big hands and that my ass 
felt wet - slippery. She had me lubed and ready! A rock solid cock aimed and forced its 
way slowly into my ass and Charlotte lowered herself onto me by degrees. "Here I come, 
ready or not," she sang.

I was not ready.

I mean, it may sound easy considering she was going slowly and had me greased, but she 
was splitting me in half with gentle, but undeniable pressure beyond my control.

I was being mounted! 

I was too afraid to fight for fear I would drive it in faster!

It took an eternity to get IT all the way in.

I was near blacking out, again.

"Breathe," she whispered in my ear as she came to rest on my back.  Her hot tits settled 
over me. I felt one hard nipple dig into my shoulder. It was in me - for the first time.

I gasped one shallow gasp.

"Again." She kissed my cheek. "Breath Honey. Breathe Baby. Breath - it will make it 
easier."

I gasped in tiny gulps.

She was splitting me open and flattening me. Her hips rocked gently. She lifted up and 
pulled out, then settled down and pushed in, and out of me, and back in again - a little 
faster each time. "Keep breathing, Baby. Breathe. That's right."

I tried to breathe as much as possible - usually in time to her pulling out. I just couldn't 
believe I was being butt-raped by this massive goddess. She seemed so gentle. Maybe, 
with her power, there just wasn't a reason to be hostile.

"You're beginning to like it," she told me during one deep thrust. "I can tell."

I gasped deeper. I wouldn't dare contradict her, even if I had the air to do so.

She kissed my cheek. "That is going to be a nice shiner." She kissed my tender eye where 
she had punched me. There was joy in her voice. She was having fun! To be honest, I 
didn't give a flying fuck about my eye at the moment.

She humped faster and faster, still with long strokes. I found myself moaning and 
gasping like a cheerleader in heat. "That's it Baby," she growled. "Go with it. Breathe 
into it."

She slapped my butt as she humped. I jumped on her cock. She laughed and spanked me 
again. And again.

I screamed and squealed. I panted and cried out. I flailed and bucked.

She reached between my legs and found my cock. "Keep it going, Baby! Yeah!"

My God. I was hard! I was a post!

JESUS her hand felt good! So slippery!

She let go of my cock and grabbed my hips to hammer me double time. I gasped in time 
to her thrusts. Charlotte grunted and growled, working hard now. Her breathing became 
ragged. At some point here, I lost touch with reality. My groin was a red ball of pain and 
sensations beyond my control. Charlotte smashed away at this ball of pain, sending sparks 
and lightening through out it.

Her big hands flipped my over onto my back with her rod still deep inside of me. When I 
could focus, I saw she was flushed and sweating, and smiling with delight. "Look at you, 
Baby. Having a good time?" Her hair was a mess.

Her wet fingers stroked my balls and bone in time to her own strokes up my ass. I was 
still rock solid. She was masterful with her grip as she slid her long fingers over my head 
and back down my shaft. "Oh GOD YES!" I cried out.

It felt so good, I actually gave her some resistance with my hips. Soon, but not as soon as 
I wanted, I came so hard my ear popped. Cum shot out and landed on my chin. I 
shuddered and cried. "AHHHH! FUCK! OUCH! GOD!"

"Very good," she lowered herself onto me and purred into my ear. "Soooo goooood. 
Good Baby." She kissed me and soothed me, licking the cum from my face. "Yummy." 
She stroked my sides. Where her fingers ran, so did electric delight. I shivered and 
trembled as her tongue explored my mouth. I tasted my cum as it dripped from her mouth 
into mine.

She plowed into me as we kissed, flattening me to the bed every time, crushing my balls. 
My feet kicked wildly to the sides. Her big tits slapped down on my shoulder blades and 
neck. Her belly pounded my dick. It was like being hit by a tsunami up my ass over and 
over.

She played with my cock some more, sending lightening bolts through my body. That 
alone, was the most amazing sex I have ever had. Her big smooth hands were 
everywhere. A completely different universe of orgasm ran from head to toe. I wiggled 
and jolted under her mass as her fingers massaged my manhood. "You like that, Baby? 
Yeah? Good Baby," she purred as I came again in her palm.

We panted and gasped together for a while. She wiped my cum all over my face. "Do 
you want to go again?" She licked the cum back off. Even her tongue was big. She 
washed my ears with it. She nibbled my neck and growled. She spit a gob of my own 
cum in my eye.

I almost said yes. Seriously. I really wanted to. But my ass was on fire.

"No, thank you. Please." I gasped under her crushing weight. I was afraid she would 
break my hips.

"It would be no trouble." She kissed my lips, then blew in my wet ear. "No extra charge."

I almost gave in again. But... "Please. I can't." I wished she would decide for me. Rape 
me again!

"Very well." She got off of me.

I sucked in air once her weight was off of me. A moment of disappointment came and 
went.

I couldn't stand. I just rested, flat out, mashed into the quilt. She unbuckled, leaving her 
fake cock up my ass as she stepped out of harness. 

She walked around and sat on the bed above me, stark naked, gleaming with sweat. 
Magnificent. Her dripping quim smiled at me, sideways, drooling. I rolled over to see it 
better.

"You may crawl up and lick me now." She pawed at her wet clit. "To show your 
appreciation."

It took everything I had in me, but I made it up there between her powerful legs. The 
strap-on fell out half way there, thank god.

I served Charlotte once more with my face in her groin. Her orgasms were frightening 
and glorious and humbling. 

. . . . . . . . .

With one of her legs on my back and my face on her belly, she petted my sweaty head. 
"When you leave, say nothing to my little man outside. Just go."

I looked up at her. "It must be 15 miles back to..."

"You will walk."

I thought about how she had decimated my ass and hips. "But..."

She pulled my head back by my hair, yanking a tuft free. "You will walk."

I gritted my teeth. "Yes, Mistress Charlotte." She relaxed her grip on my hair. I sighed. It 
would take me quite a while in my condition, and I was exhausted.

She patted my face. "Mistress? I like it." She smiled. "You may leave now. I am done 
with you."

"Yes, Mistress." Limping and gasping in pain. I managed to get up and get dressed. "May 
I... see you again sometime? Please?"

She smiled brightly. "You would pay to come back here and let me fuck you again, 
knowing that I will show no mercy?"

"Yes, Mistress."

Her smile set a flame in my heart. She was pleased! She pointed to business cards with 
her email address on her dresser. "But, if you want a spot on my calendar, be sure to send 
me lots of gifts first," she added. "I like to feel appreciated."

"I worship you," I replied.

She smiled. "Of course, but gifts are better. The URL to my wish list is on the back of 
that card. Now, go." She pulled up her covers to sleep naked. "Goodnight, Baby."

"Goodnight, Mistress Charlotte."

I found my way out. It was 3 in the morning. Her dwarf was asleep in the car where we 
had left him. I checked my wallet - stripped clean of cash. Oh well.

I tiptoed/limped back to town. How was I going to explain this black eye to that 
checkout girl? And, how was I going to get her to try wearing a strap-on?